#next time will and annie will have a date and it will be cute and soft and adorable

[nathaslosthershit]

The Café Boy (LN4)

Summary: The move to Monaco for your new job wasn't going to be easy, even if you had your best friend by your side, but maybe the cute boy you met in a café can turn your luck around.

Moving to Monaco was certainly not on your bucket list. But getting hired as a Director of Brand Communications with an impressive salary, called for the move. Luckily, being best friends with an influencer with far too much money than she was able to spend meant that Annie was happy to move to another country to rent together. You were forever grateful for her, even though it wasn’t like you were forcibly dragging her to the tundra, instead you were offering to rent together in one of the most lustrous countries in the world, but you still felt like you had dragged her there. 

The move had been different for both of you. Annie, being the extrovert with a large following, made friends as easy as breathing, while you just focused your energy on your new job. You didn’t really feel the need to branch out when you had Annie. 

“This is ridiculous! You can’t keep spending your days working or moving furniture around for the 1,000th time.” Annie huffs when she enters the apartment and sees you on your computer working, just as you were when she left you 5 hours ago.

“It's hard trying to acclimate into this new job, plus I came at a busy time because they are trying to sponsor another company. I have been emailing back and forth with them to get a good idea if this is the right fit but the CEO has been so flaky that it's been hard to get through. Plus we have rearranged meeting dates like 6 times. It's ridiculous.” You rambled as you rubbed your eyes, realizing in that moment just how tired you are. 

“Nope, we aren’t doing this. I get that this is mostly remote so your hours work differently and you are trying to find your footing but I am not allowing you to work yourself to death. You are coming out with me and we are going to be social.”

“Annie, please-”

“No! I love you so much and think you are the most wonderful person in the world and that anyone would be lucky to be around so I won’t allow you to self sabotage because you don’t think the same about yourself. Come on, pack it up.” Annie commands.

Giving in, she forced you to shower and get dressed, two things you were certainly in need of doing. Not telling you where you two were going, she dragged you out of the house. Not that you would know anyway, in the time you had been here you hadn’t gone out much. 

Turns out, while she was forcing you out of the comfort of your own home, Annie knew and loved you enough to drag you to a sweet little café where the two of you could drink and chat instead of torturing you with activities that were more her speed. Seeing as the café was pretty full, you both had no choice but to snag the four person table that hadn’t even been cleared yet in order to get seating. Having two extra seats you didn’t need made you nervous, knowing that anyone could sit down next to you both at any time, but Annie paid no mind. You both had been there for 45 minutes, giggling and catching up, mostly talking about all the exciting things Annie has been doing while you have been working. But it didn’t make you feel bad to know she was meeting all these new people and going out to have fun because you knew the minute you asked her to hang out with you, or even invite you out, she would be happy to oblige. It wasn’t until you both were interrupted by a man clearing his throat that you stopped talking.

“Mind if we sit down? We won’t be here long, just wanted to grab a cup of coffee.” A man with curly brown hair said, gesturing to him and his friend. 

God, was he attractive, like stupidly attractive.

Which made it all the worse when you just starred, mouthing words but incapable of making sound come out.

Seeing you having a hard time, Annie came to your rescue, but not without shooting you a look that said ‘we are going to talk about this later’. 

“Of course! We are almost done anyway.”

“No need to rush out, we’d be happy to share in the meantime.” he replied to Annie, but he wasn’t looking at her, instead looking you up and down. Was he sizing you up or admiring?

The pair of boys made polite conversation with Annie, who was always happy and more than able to make friends with anyone. The man who sat down next to you tried to start conversations with you, god he really tried, but you were too nervous to say more than a few words, no matter how many times Annie kicked you under the table. 

After they grabbed their to-go cups, Annie, who had noticed the blush that had decorated your face since the moment they came up to you, invited them to sit with you guys for a while.

This time you kicked her under the table.

You loved her, you really did, but she loved to meddle. Even though it was never with malicious intent, she had explained that it just ‘pained her to see someone as wonderful and amazing as you remain a wallflower’. How could you get mad at her for that?

Right now, you were mad at her for that. 

“Well, you know my best friend over here is the whole reason we moved.” Annie said, in the middle of a conversation you hadn’t been listening to. “Got a fancy new job as a brand director or something… I always forget what it's called.” She says as she hits your arm. She knew what your job was, she loved to brag about how amazingly professional you were to her amazingly unprofessional influencer friends. She was trying to get you involved in the conversation. “Uh- director of brand communications.” You quickly said. All three people waited for you to say more, but you didn’t bite. 

“Ah, well maybe you should come work for my team, we could use uh… brand communicating.” The boy next to you said, his friend kicking him under the table. Even you could tell it was a poor excuse for flirting. 

“And what team do you work fo-” Annie began to ask, interrupted by a customer bumping into your table, knocking over the coffee the cute guy next to you had in front of him. 

It spilt all over his lap. 

You felt bad as you quickly moved away with a gasp, but it was really hot. You could tell it was worse than the few droplets you felt when the curly haired brunette let out a pained groan. 

“Fuck, mate. Let's get you to the bathroom,” His friend said as the two quickly excused themselves. 

Even though you hadn’t spoken much, you were bummed they had to leave, even more so when Annie said you two should head out, having stayed there way longer than planned. 

Not knowing what had come over you, you grabbed a pen from your bag and quickly scribbled your name onto the now empty cup. He probably wouldn’t see it before he threw it out, or maybe he would see and not want to call. But hey, you had come there to try new things, so you might as well try those new things.

Annie waited by the entrance with a knowing smile, excitedly babbling how she was so proud of you for doing such a thing. 

You remained pessimistic over your chances, but you wouldn’t dampen your friend’s mood. 

He didn’t call or text. 

Even your pessimism wasn’t enough to save you from embarrassment, or hurt. Maybe he wasn’t flirting? Maybe he was just being nice? Or maybe he was an asshole who got off on playing with girls’ feelings. Maybe he kept the cup as a trophy so he and his friends could laugh at it and talk about how much of an idiot you were-

“Hey, I can practically hear all the negative thoughts running through that mind of yours.” Annie said, poking your forehead. “Come on, this is a fun and exciting day and we aren’t going to let one idiot man ruin it.”

“Annie, this is for work. I am working. You are here as my plus one, so by proxy you are also working.” You said, trying to stop her skipping down the paddock. 

It technically was work but also wasn’t. Your company had been in the talks with Mclaren for a while now and the deal was practically complete. All that was needed today was for you to ‘supervise race day environment’ to make sure it was ‘up to company standards’, which was just a load of shit they used to give themselves more time to look at data. By data, you mean that if Mclaren does well today and looks promising to have a good season thus making your company a ton of money, then the deal is on. If not, it would be a cool experience to see how the teams work behind the scenes. 

Too bad the sting of rejection was ruining it for you. 

Being in the garage though, the excitement as the engineers, strategists, mechanics, all got ready for the main event of the weekend, got your mind off the boy in the café for a while, till he walked right past you.

Not really past you, more like into you. 

Neither of you recognized the other at first, too busy balancing yourselves and apologizing to the other. Once your eyes met the same ones that had you in a bad mood for the past week, you turned around and walked as far from him as possible, ignoring the weird stares as he yelled for you to come back. 

At least Annie was amused by it. She practically doubled over with laughter.

“This is such a rom-com moment! Gosh, I am honestly kind of jealous.”

“I am not! It's motifying, Ann.” You say, hitting her on the arm as she continues to giggle. “Would it be wrong if I told my team that the ‘vibes in the garage were bad and there was no way they were going to have a good season’ regardless of results today?”

“Uh yeah, that's psychotic and way too over the top.”

“...fine, I'll just pray that they have the worst race results possible.” 

They didn’t have the worst race results possible. Not even close.

The Australian driver, Oscar Piastri, had come in third. You thought that had been a good place, but were surprised when the team was slightly disappointed, thinking they'd do better. Maybe they really were in for a good year if they were aiming as high as possible. 

Café asshole, also known as Lando Norris, came in second. 

You were trying to get out as soon as you could, thinking luck would be on your side and he'd be too busy to run into you again, or reject you again.

You were wrong.

The moment Annie saw him, standing by himself as he drank from his water bottle, cleaning the champagne from his face, she grabbed you and marched right up to him. You didn’t speak as she congratulated him, trying to ignore the feeling of his eyes staring into you. 

“Fuck, its my sister. I have to take this, one second!” Annie said as she ran off.

You and Lando stood in silence watching her fake the phone call.

“Her phone didn’t ring,” He said.

“She doesn’t even have a sister,” you answered. This caused the two of you to laugh, luckily helping to ease the tension. 

“I um- I am actually glad you are here. I mean, what are the chances?” Lando said. 

He looked genuinely happy, like he hadn’t just rejected you.

As you remained silent, he began to get more nervous. 

“I just- I was upset to see the two of you gone after Max and I left the bathroom. I had been telling Max how I was going to get your number before the coffee spilt on me, but he said you didn’t seem interested. That became more clear when we saw you had left.”

Confused and a little scared of where he was going with this, you continued your silence. Was this some cruel joke?

“But you are here, and I was thinking that you know, this is my second chance. I know I rejected your best friend, and that is why you didn’t want to talk to me, but I started to really like you that day, and was hoping that I could get your number?” 

“What the fuck?” you said, not the best of responses, and certainly not a response Lando had ever gotten to asking a girl for her number. “What do you- what do you mean you rejected Annie?” 

“She… left her number on my cup. I am flattered, she seems like a great girl, but she isn’t really my type…” Realizing the entire miscommunication here, you shoved him, harder than you had intended. You would have felt bad if the ridiculousness of the situation hadn’t made you downright delirious, laughing hard as Lando stared at you in shock.

You tried to calm down, he must have thought you insane, but he started to laugh too even if he didn’t know what you were laughing at, your smile infectious to the Mclaren driver. 

“Lando, it was my number.” You said.

Now it was his turn to stare in confusion.

“What?” was all he replied.

“It was my number.” How much clearer could you get? 

“But- Max had said that you- but you didn't even- what?” He repeated. Then he rubbed his eyes in frustration, letting out a groan. “Max got in my fucking head about it and convinced me that you had no interest and I believed him against my better judgment. Fuck, I’m sorry. I wish I had just listened to myself instead of that idiot.” Even though he was mad, he too began to laugh at how ridiculous this whole thing was.

“Is it too late to get your number now?” He asked with more confidence than the first time.

“Fine, but you promise not to throw it out this time?” You teased.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, I’m not letting you go this time.” 

And you knew he meant it.  

[reveryfics]

Lane 13

Eddie Brock x Male Reader

Summary: Eddie's signature "I messed up, let me fix it" grin on your doorstep immediately signaled trouble. Yet, nothing could have prepared you for his actual plan: a trip to the very bowling alley where you'd had your first date.

A/N: Who would've thought I'd return to the man that started this blog back in 2024. Wanted to do some cute domestic fluff with him as readers boyfriend.

TW: Domestic Fluff - Fluff - Pre-established relationship

The dying embers of the day clung to the horizon, painting the sky in bruised purples and fading oranges, though you wouldn't have noticed from your living room. You were a permanent fixture on your ancient, spring-creaking couch, a topographical map of stains and indentations mirroring your own well-worn comfort. Your cat, Spaulding, a sleek shadow of obsidian fur, was a warm, purring weight on your chest, her rhythmic breathing a counterpoint to the distant urban hum. The television, a muted ghost of color and sound, flickered unwatched in the periphery, its narratives drowned out by the more pressing drama unfolding on the glowing rectangle clutched in your hand. Each swift tap of your thumbs on the phone screen sent another email winging its way into the digital ether, replies to the relentless tide of communication from eager publishers about your recently published article. The digital world buzzed with the aftermath of your words, while you, the architect of that buzz, felt only the familiar ache in your shoulders and the steady thrum of exhaustion behind your eyes.

A long, slow sigh escaped your lips, tasting faintly of stale coffee and lingering deadlines. With a gentle shift, careful not to dislodge Luna, you stretched an arm to place your phone on its charger, the low battery warning a silent accusation. Luna, sensing the shift in your stillness, stretched languidly, her claws extending and retracting like tiny daggers before she launched herself from your chest. With an impressive, if slightly dramatic, leap, she landed gracefully on her ridiculously expensive cat tower. It was a multi-tiered monstrosity of sisal rope and faux fur, more often a platform for her dramatic pronouncements of impending hairballs than a playground for feline antics. Still, her departure offered a brief reprieve, a silent invitation to finally unglue yourself from the couch and seek the solace of your apartment's small, admittedly cramped, kitchen.

The aroma of forgotten coffee still clung faintly to the air as you reached for your favorite chipped mug, the one with the faded picture of a grumpy-looking cat. Just as your fingers brushed against the ceramic, a sharp rap echoed through the quiet of your apartment, making you jump. Your eyes darted to the clock perched precariously on the microwave—the glowing green digits blared 8:17 PM. A frisson of unease prickled at the back of your neck. Past eight meant it was rarely good news. It could be Mrs. Henderson from next door, her perpetually pursed lips ready to deliver another lecture about the perceived volume of your television. Or perhaps Annie, your best friend, in dire need of a late-night confidante and a gallon of ice cream. More likely, and the thought brought a familiar tightening in your stomach, it was Eddie, your boyfriend, the man you sometimes fantasized about cheerfully strangling with decorative throw pillows.

Another sigh, heavier this time, escaped you as you trudged toward the front door, each step a reluctant march. You opened it just a crack, the narrow sliver of space revealing Eddie's face, his eyes glinting in the dim hallway light. That smile. It was that smile, the one that meant he'd irrevocably messed up and was now attempting to charmingly smooth over the jagged edges of his latest transgression. The uncertainty of what exactly he'd done, or rather, what he'd broken, sent a fresh wave of nerves through you.

Shaking your head, a silent acknowledgment of your inevitable surrender, you pushed the door open fully. From behind Eddie's shoulder, a sleek, inky form peeled away, materializing into the menacingly playful figure of Venom. With a fluid, almost theatrical gesture, Venom tipped an imaginary hat in your direction, his gravelly voice purring, "Good evening, sir." You could only roll your eyes, a familiar weariness settling over you, as you leaned back against the now-closed door, the weight of the evening's unexpected intrusion already pressing down.

Eddie turned, his smile still firmly in place, and before you could fully register his movement, he leaned down, pressing a quick, firm kiss to your lips. You returned it, a familiar warmth blooming despite your apprehension, but as he pulled away, your gaze sharpened, a silent question hanging in the air. Your eyebrows arched, an accusatory glare that spoke volumes: What in the world have you gotten yourself into this time?

He saw it, of course. That small, almost imperceptible tilt of his head, the knowing glint in his eyes, confirmed he recognized the look. A small, almost imperceptible smirk played on his lips, an air of cockiness that always bristled your nerves. "Relax," he said, his voice a low rumble, "I haven't done anything. Not a thing."

You just stared at him, your skepticism practically radiating. "Right," you deadpanned, your voice laced with doubt. You knew these two. They were a chaotic duo, always stumbling into some new predicament, always leaving a trail of… unconventional situations in their wake. "You and Venom are never 'not doing anything'."

Eddie, seemingly oblivious to your lingering suspicion, glanced down at his watch, a casual flick of his wrist. "Well," he began, his voice taking on a slightly more urgent tone, "you should probably get ready. I've got a surprise for you."

A surprise. The word hung in the air, weighted with past experiences. You’d learned, through a series of increasingly bizarre events, that questioning Eddie's "surprises" was a futile exercise. The last time you’d dared to inquire, you’d ended up with a brand-new, sentient alien parasite living in your apartment. And while Venom had proven to be… an interesting addition to your life, you weren't eager to repeat the experience.

With a resigned sigh, you pushed yourself off the door, the lingering scent of Eddie’s particular brand of chaos already clinging to the air. You headed straight for the bedroom, shedding your worn t-shirt for something a little less "couch potato." Digging through your closet, you bypassed the sensible jackets and grabbed the spare motorcycle helmet, its scratched visor a testament to countless adventures (and misadventures) with Eddie. It felt good in your hands, solid and familiar.

Stepping back into the living room, you spotted Spaulding still perched regally atop her cat tower, her obsidian gaze fixed on Eddie. She looked like a tiny, furry gargoyle, silently judging his every move. You bent down, stroking her soft fur, and she rewarded you with a low rumble in her chest.

“Be good, my little clown,” you murmured, before straightening up and grabbing your keys and phone from the small table by the door. Eddie, ever the gentleman when he wanted to be, held the door open with a flourish. You offered him a small, genuine smile as you stepped out into the crisp night air, the cool breeze a welcome sensation after the warmth of your apartment.

You waited as he straddled his motorcycle, the engine a low growl beneath him. While he settled, you pulled on your helmet, the familiar click of the strap a comforting sound. Then, with a practiced motion, you swung your leg over the back, settling in behind him, your hands finding their usual spot on his waist.

The ride was a blur of city lights and rushing wind. Eventually, the familiar scent hit you: a pungent, yet oddly comforting, blend of sweat, stale beer, and cleaning supplies. You knew it instantly. The bowling alley. The very one where you two had your first date, a night that ended with you dropping a bowling ball directly onto your big toe. It had hurt like hell, but the memory, now softened by time, brought a genuine smile to your face. It was one of those stories, etched not only in your mind but also in the blurry, fading pictures taped haphazardly to your fridge.

The automatic doors hissed open, spilling you and Eddie into the familiar cacophony of the bowling alley. The scent, a potent cocktail of disinfectant, stale beer, and the faint, underlying sweetness of old grease, immediately enveloped you. The rhythmic thud of bowling balls meeting pins, the celebratory shouts, and the tinny pop music formed a chaotic symphony that was oddly comforting.

Eddie, ever the one to take charge in these situations, immediately steered you toward your usual spot: Lane 13. It was tucked away in the darkest corner of the alley, slightly removed from the flashing lights and louder groups, offering a sliver of semi-privacy. You leaned against the sticky, worn counter, watching him navigate the glowing touchscreen to set up your game. He knew your preferences without asking: two players, no bumpers, and the goofy animated score-keeping.

"I'm on beer duty," you announced, already heading towards the bar. "And don't even try to stop me from getting those awful, amazing mozzarella sticks."

He just grinned, not even bothering to argue. He knew your weakness for those greasy, stringy, utterly addictive sticks, even if they often led to a vague sense of self-loathing later. As you walked away, you could already hear the familiar clatter of pins being reset, a prelude to another night of competitive, slightly ridiculous, and perfectly normal fun with Eddie.

You returned a few minutes later, navigating the crowded aisles with a plastic tray laden with two sweating bottles of lukewarm domestic beer and a cardboard boat overflowing with those perfectly greasy, golden-brown mozzarella sticks. The aroma, a blend of fried cheese and cheap hops, was strangely intoxicating. Eddie had already retrieved a pair of shoes from the counter, the scuffed, communal footwear looking even more questionable in the dim lighting. He’d picked out a vibrant green pair for you, knowing your penchant for the loudest options.

"Ready to lose?" he challenged, a playful glint in his eye as he gestured to the lane.

You set the tray down on the small, sticky table beside the ball return, the condensation from the beers leaving rings on the laminate. "You wish," you retorted, already pulling on the slightly-too-large bowling shoes. The familiar squeak of the rubber soles on the polished floor was a sound synonymous with countless nights spent here.

As you laced up, you watched him select his ball – a heavy, obsidian sphere that seemed to hum with an almost unnatural energy. Venom, ever present, shimmered on his arm, a liquid shadow that seemed to ripple with anticipation. You knew that while Eddie might bowl well, Venom’s subtle enhancements were probably the real reason for his consistent strikes. Not that you'd ever call him out on it. Some battles just weren't worth fighting when there were mozzarella sticks involved.

You stood up, adjusting the laces of your bowling shoes, the slightly off-kilter fit a familiar annoyance. Eddie, meanwhile, had already stepped up to the line, a confident smirk playing on his lips. With a powerful swing, the black ball rocketed down the lane, a blur of motion before it connected with a satisfying crash, sending pins scattering in every direction. A perfect strike.

"Beginner's luck," you muttered, grabbing your own ball – a slightly lighter, swirly blue number that had seen better days. You lined up, took a deep breath, and sent it rolling. It veered slightly left, a common occurrence, and you watched with a familiar sigh as it knocked down a respectable seven pins.

"Seven!" Eddie announced, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Better luck next frame."

You just rolled your eyes, already reaching for a mozzarella stick. The stringy cheese stretched endlessly as you pulled it apart, the salty warmth a perfect counterpoint to the cool beer. As you chewed, you watched Eddie take his next turn, his movements fluid and precise. Venom, for a fleeting moment, seemed to extend a tendril, subtly guiding the ball's trajectory before retracting back into Eddie’s arm. You pretended not to notice.

The game continued in this comfortable rhythm. You would blame the lane, the ball, or even a rogue gust of wind for your less-than-stellar performance, while Eddie consistently racked up strikes, his triumphant yells echoing through the alley. Despite the playful rivalry, a warmth spread through you. This was your comfort zone, a familiar dance of teasing and laughter, good food and even better company. It was a simple, perfect surprise.

Hours bled into one another, marked only by the dwindling supply of mozzarella sticks and the rising stack of empty beer bottles on your table. Your earlier skepticism about Eddie's intentions had melted away, replaced by the easy comfort of shared laughter and the satisfying thud of bowling balls. You'd even managed a respectable spare, which you celebrated with an exaggerated fist pump, much to Eddie’s amusement.

By the time the automated voice on the scoring screen announced the final tally – an unsurprisingly lopsided victory for Eddie – a comfortable exhaustion had settled over you. The bright overhead lights of the alley, once harsh, now seemed to hum with a gentle warmth. The air was thick with the lingering scent of disinfectant and a faint sweetness from the stale beer.

"Rematch?" Eddie asked, though his voice was softer now, a hint of genuine tiredness in it.

You just shook your head, a smile playing on your lips. "Maybe next time, champ. I think my toes have had enough trauma for one night." You stretched, a satisfying pop in your back. The familiar buzz of the bowling alley, once a symphony of chaos, was beginning to fade into a gentle drone, a perfect backdrop to the quiet contentment settling between you.

You and Eddie ambled out of the bowling alley, the loud, boisterous atmosphere fading behind you like a receding tide. The crisp night air was a welcome embrace, carrying the distant hum of the city and the faint scent of blossoming trees. You found your motorcycle, glinting under the sparse streetlights.

As Eddie straddled the bike, he looked back at you, his usually cocky grin softened by a hint of tenderness. "Had fun, trouble?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

You smiled, pulling off your helmet and letting your hair tumble free. "Even with my abysmal score and the questionable hygiene of those shoes? Yeah, I did." You walked around to his side, leaning in to give him a soft kiss, tasting the lingering hint of cheap beer and mozzarella.

Venom, a silent observer for most of the night, materialized slightly from Eddie's shoulder, his singular white eye blinking slowly. "He did…..good even if we cheated," Venom purred, a rare, almost affectionate note in his gravelly voice.

You laughed, shaking your head. "High praise indeed, Venom."

Eddie just wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer until your forehead rested against his chest. You could feel the steady beat of his heart, a comforting rhythm in the quiet night. "Told you I had a good surprise," he murmured, his voice a soft murmur against your hair.

You sighed contentedly, letting the exhaustion of the day, and the joy of the night, wash over you. "Yeah," you whispered, "you really did." For a moment, the world narrowed to just the two of you, under the vast, indifferent sky, the quiet hum of the motorcycle a lullaby, and the simple, perfect feeling of being exactly where you were supposed to be.

[igottalottabugsinmysoup]

you know what really makes me sick (affectionate)? Thinking about the Cornley Polytechnic Drama Society universe. I mean, there’s a lot of interaction between those losers that we never get to see. There’s a lot of moments we don’t get to witness.

Imagine Chris staying late to help Trevor work out technical issues. He has a restless night that night and comes in the next day with dark eye-bags and perpetual yawning. The other members pretend not to notice his drowsiness and the hour when he retreats to his office to “do some paperwork” (take a nap).

imagine Max and Sandra going on a date to their favorite restaurant. It’s not good food, but they consider it to be “their” restaurant. Sandra used to work there before she joined the CPDS and quit because of scheduling conflicts. But there was a brief period when she did both and Max ran into her one day and fumbled his order. He was mortified but Sandra thought it was cute, and that’s why they keep on going there.

imagine Robert’s sister bringing Chris to one of the Grove family dinners. When she’s in another room Chris and Robert are immediately at each other’s throats. Chris is pissed, Robert is bitter. Lucy’s just nervous about the heirloom vase that Robert looks like he’s about to throw at Chris.

imagine Annie and Trevor hanging out together and talking about the other members. Annie asks about the BBC guy and Trevor changes the subject. One day Annie invites Dennis and they go out for coffee together. Dennis doesn’t seem to grasp the concept of the Starbuckian words for small, medium, and large. Trevor begrudgingly orders for him.

Vanessa’s life coach is charging her a lot of money for some crappy advice, but one day Robert does have something insightful to say. He goes on a long-winded rant about his ex Denise, but the moral of the story is that you shouldn’t be worried about what the audience will think. You should just have fun. The next play, Vanessa puts so much vigor and zest into her performance that it honestly freaks the others out. When the curtain closes she gets a standing ovation… only to realize she’s been wearing a see-through shirt the entire time.

I mean these nerds have probably spent a lot of time together, on and off screen. I enjoy thinking about their escapades and their dorky little friendships because I too am a colossal nerd.

[rubywithecat]

hey! you are not writing for aot boys anymore??? :(( i used to wait for your hc they were the best!! if you are still writing for them, can you make aot boys and when their s/o makes them laugh?? (specially the jaegers brother huhhuhu)

Hihi! Omg im so glad that u like my hcs and thanks a lottt for loving them. It means a lot to me <3 T-T

And yess I’ll still write about AoT and I was even rewatching it during these days coincidently Loll

~AoT boys when their s/o makes them laugh~

-Eren-

U were humming ur fav song when he came into the kitchen. “What’s for dinner?” He asked as he hugged u from behind and kissed u. “It’s ur fav ramen, Eren” U answered, kissing him back. “My brother Zeke is also joining dinner tonight is that ok?” He asked as he helped you. “It’s fine I made a lot” u answered.

“Here are the servings. Zeke, help urself any drink u like it’s in refrigerator” u said as u joined the dinner table and he nodded. “What’s for dessert, love?” Eren asked taking a bite of his food. U looked at him and then smirked. “Well the dessert ur getting is me” U teased and winked at him. Zeke almost threw up his food and Eren got so shy that his cheek became red but he couldn’t help himself smiling so hard about it, then he coughed in embarrassment.

He dragged u to the kitchen counter and passionately kissed u. “Right in front of my brother?” He said. “Yeah? I did make u laugh right?” U said innocently. “U r going to regret it, love” He smirked.

-Reiner-

It’s rainy season and at Marley camp, u and other warriors have to train despite the heavy rain. U put on the raincoat and walked to training session with ur friends. “The rain isn’t stopping since the morning” Annie complained. “But I like rain” Berthold replied. “But not the heavy rain, Berthold. It makes us harder for outdoor practice” U said.

Reiner was already there and he was waiting for you guys under roof, arm crossed and standing position. “How’s ur way of coming here?” He teased as u removed ur raincoat. U sided eyed him and sarcastically said “It’s so good that I’m so wet right now” u said without thinking other meaning and the realized it and quickly yelled. “No no that’s not what I meant!” U look so cute for him being all shy. Reiner busted out in laughter. “Hey Reiner u dirty mind!!” U yelled. “Uh? I’m not the one who said I’m wet” he teased again which makes u blush even more.

-Porco-

Everybody partying hard after tough mission and u are at 2 shots now. “Let’s play truth or dare” Reiner suggested and others cheered him up. “Whatever” Porco said, annoyed as he smoked his cigarette. “Come on Porco! It’s gonna be fun!” U persuaded him. “Please” U gave him cute eyes and he finally agreed.

“Truth or dare?” Pieck asked u. “I’m going with dare” u said confidently. “Well, I dare u to say a cheesy pickup line to Galliard” she said, setting u up. It would be so embarrassing normally but ur vodka shots make u over confident. U grabbed Porco shirt’s collar and whispered into his ears. “Hey Mr.Jaw titan, don’t look down on me cuz i would look so good underneath you”. He smiled and then laughed so hard. “What did she say?” Zeke asked loudly. “Shut the fck up I’m not telling u” Porco replied.

The next day, u couldn’t even look at Porco face cuz of embarrassment. He would laugh about it and find it cute. “Hey how did u sleep last night huh?” He asked. “Fine I guess” u said awkwardly. He suddenly pinned u to the wall and u thought he was gonna kiss u but he just looked at u closely and smirked. “Mr Jaw titan was a smooth line” he teased.

-Zeke-

He was having a hard day but still make time for the date. He agreed to go look sunset with u even tho he has stress about his work on unfinished project, he pretended like it’s nth and doesn’t wanna make u feel like a burden to him cuz ur not.

“Zeke look at there” u pointed to somewhere and when he tilted his head, u sneaked a kiss on cheek suddenly. He was surprised but he smiled at u and u can tell it makes his day a lot better. “U little sneak” he said as he grabbed ur neck and kissed passionately back. “U could have said so if u want it” he smirked and u giggled. “I can make ur stress is away, trust me?” U teased him, bitting ur lips.

-Levi-

U made a bet with Connie and Sasha that they owe u a drink if u could make ur captain laugh. At first, u tried with all the humors but he got all serious and as a result, u got punished by having to clean the window.

It’s nearly night time and u were still cleaning the windows. “I think he’s being so heartless” u told to Sasha as u wiped the window with anger. “Well, U shouldn’t have accepted the challenge” Sasha said, helping u. “Yeah I’m regretting that now Sasha” U sighed and suddenly yelled as u saw Levi behind u as u turned to get water. “Captain! Didn’t see u there hahaha” u said awkwardly. “Who were u telling that is heatless?” “We were talking about….umm… Jean” U looked at Sasha, asking for help. “Yeah yeah Jean was… acting so mean…” she played along. “R u sure? I thought that kid was talking about me” he asked her and looking suspiciously at u. U smiled confidently but dying inside. “Why would I say such thing to our handsome and hot captain?” U said dramatically, looking at him with puppy eyes. He looked at u back for a sec and he can’t help but let out a little laugh. “Stop messing with me kid” he replied. U can even see him blush.

-Erwin-

It was a formal meeting and u had to follow Erwin as his personal assistant. U had to wear heels and formal tight dress which is really uncomfortable for u.

After meeting, u thought everyone left so, u took off ur heels and swore. “Fck that hurts! How did those women stayed all fine with these fcking shoes!” U were talking to urself. Then u looked aside and saw Erwin was there. “Ah— im so sorry sir! Since when did u come back?” U apologized immediately. “Don’t wear it if it’s uncomfortable for u” He gave u a new pair of shoes. “I brought this for u” he said as he helped u wear the slippers. “Sir u don’t have to! Thank u so much!” U said as he finished. U stood up “Omg this is so amazing! Ur the best Captain!” U said and it made him laugh. “I’m glad u like that” he replied.

[lyak12]

Lucy Bronze x reader please. They get spotted multiple times by fans and paparazzi that they are together but they haven’t come out as a couple yet. So when reader scores winning goal at Wembley at the euros. Lucy kisses reader. Like cute fluff

Privacy, or not?

A/N: That request was just too cute and suddenly got really motivated to write. Cut me some slack, it's not very long, not proofread, and I'm a bit rusty, but I'd like to think it's a start:) Thanks for the cute req, Annie :))

Warnings: None just pure fluff

If there is one thing that is important to Lucy, it's her privacy.

You know that, and it's been openly communicated as you started dating a bit over a year ago. That means no love drunk posts on social media, or anything similar.

At first, you had thought this was going to be hard for you since you happily let your followers take part in your life, but you quickly realized that the beauty in this privacy is priceless.

You've never been so happy in a relationship.

---------

Lucy and you are currently walking at the beach near her apartment in Barcelona. You had quickly learned that Lucy values physical touch, and by now, whenever you were out together with no obvious paparazzi, her hand would always hold yours. Now isn't any different.

You look up at the brunette and can't help but smile. You're so happy. She notices you staring and asks, smiling, "What are you looking at?". "The person that makes me the happiest I've ever been", you just answer honestly as Lucy blushes slightly.

That's another thing you learned about Lucy early on in your relationship. She's pretty shy outside of football, and she could not deal well with being complimented.

"You're so cute when you blush", you just chuckle and cuddle into her side slightly. Lucy just rolls her eyes slightly before placing a soft kiss on your head.

You weren't surprised when the next day you were tagged in, I don't know how many tweets that show a very blurry picture of the two of you at the beach. People have been speculating about your relationship for months now.

As you crawl on the bed where Lucy is lying, you hand her your phone with the Pic. "You can not even tell it's us. They're just two blobs", she chuckles as you just start laughing. By now, it is just fun to tease the media.

You crawl into her arms and rest against her chest, cuddling close. "The paparazzi foto from the restaurant a couple of weeks ago has definitely been better", you mumble as she wraps her arms around you and holds you close. "That was a good one yeah", Lucy says as she kisses your forehead.

The euros were in just two weeks, and even though it's not your first rodeo with the national team, you always get a bit nervous. Lucy knows that, and she also knows that no matter how often she reassures you that everything will be fine, she can't get rid of your nerves completely.

"You thinking about the euros again?", she asks softly as she plays with your hair, and you just nod slightly. Crawling completely on top of her, you wedge yourself in between her legs and look up at her. "What if something happens to your knee?", you ask a bit worried. "Love, my knee is doing very well. Don't worry about me. We'll have a great tournament and play the sport we love, okay?", she asks as she looks into your eyes and caresses your cheeks. You nod and sigh softly before smiling at her.

And Lucy has been right. You both have been having an amazing tournament so far, and before you guys know it, you're in the final. All ready to win the euros. You've never witnessed the lionesses so hyped.

You got on in the 63th minute, and only minutes later, the Germans score a goal to make it even. You glance at Lucy from across the field, and she just nods at you. Telling you to stay focused. So that's what you do.

The regular time is over, so you move into the overtime. It's in the 111th minute that you have a perfect run, and you just take the shot. And it's in. At first, you can't believe it, and then you start cheering, running over to Lucy before jumping into her arms. Your other teammates jump on you too, cheering and yellin, but you only grin at Lucy.

You have never seen her look so unbelievably proud of you. She rests a hand on your cheek and kisses you. You haven't talked about it, but right now, it just felt right. And if Lucy is ready to make the two of you official, so are you.

You grin at her as you break the kiss before pecking her lips once more. You still had a game to finish. However, before you know it, the whistle is blown, and you're handed the medals and trophy. "We did it", you say, grinning at Lucy. "We sure did", Lucy says before pulling you in again for another kiss. "The fans that have been speculating and shipping us are gonna have a ball with this", you say, chuckling.

"Let them", Lucy just says, grinning and kisses you again. This is a nice way to end the tournament.

[msschemmenti]

Are You Jealous?

Chessy x Reader

prompt: jealous chessy :)

a/n: i rewatched parent trap recently and the craziest plotline in that movie was martin and chessy being lovers. both of them were clearly gay.

a/n: sorry this took so long lol unedited and probably pretty bad

“I’d love to see you tonight.” Y/n smiled down the phone. It’d been about a week since she and Chessy had seen each other and with the house to herself, Chessy was going to take advantage.

“Well Nick and the girls are going camping for the weekend, if you’re up for a drive out to the vineyard?” Chessy asked hopefully.

“I think I can swing that. What time should I be there?”

“Everyone should be gone by 5. So anytime after should be good.” Chessy grinned.

“I’ll be there by 5:30. SHould I bring anything?” 

“Just yourself. I’ll make us some dinner and we can crack open something from the cellar to go with.”

“Sounds divine. I’ll call before I head out. See you soon.” Y/n smiled down the phone and waited for Chessy’s reply.

“Can’t wait.”

-

“Dinner was great Chess. Thank you so much.” Y/n smiled around her glass as she sat at the kitchen island watching Chessy move around the kitchen. They’d been dating for about four months and were as smitten as a couple could be. After Meredith, Nick started renting out the vineyard as a wedding venue as a bit of passive income. Y/n’s company had been one of the first to host a ceremony on the grounds. she’d been lost and had somehow driven up the Parker’s driveway and was met with a very beautiful woman waving her hands to stop her. from there their romance only flourished. 

“anything for you honey. after i finish these dishes we can go sit under the stars for a bit?” 

“i’d love to. why don’t i dry do we can start relaxing sooner? i need as much relaxation as i can get with this current bride.” 

“well get your cute butt over here and get to work. the stars won’t wait forever.” chessy grinned, reaching to pull the woman close by the waist. The couple washed in tandem, giggling and stealing kisses as they went. really just enjoying each other's company. Just as they put the last dish away, voices floated through the open floorplan startling the couple apart.

“Chessy, who’s car is that?” Hallie called being the first to enter the house. It wasn’t long before more footsteps were heard and before they knew it they were no longer alone. Now standing face to face with a very intimately domestic scene.

“Uh. Hi guys. What are you doing back so early?” Chessy asked, stepping toward the small family.

“Rain at the campsite so we decided to try again next weekend.” nick shrugged eyeing the guest placing the last of the dried dishes in the cabinet.

“Bummer. I’m sure next weekend will be better. We’ll just be going then.” Chessy answered quickly grabbing Y/n’s elbow in an effort to leave the kitchen. Before she could even move around the island all four members grinned mischievously at the nanny and moved in.

“Wait Chessy, aren’t you going to introduce us to your friend?” Annie asked looking past Chessy and toward Y/n. Chessy fixed them with a withering glare but sighed pulling Y/n forward as she prepared for the embarrassment. 

“Everyone this is Y/n, my friend,” she smiled toward the twins in censorship.

“Y/n, this is Nick Parker. He owns the vineyard. Elizabeth James, and their daughters Annie and Hallie.” 

Y/n smiled, politely extending her hand to shake each member of the family’s hand before stopping briefly at Elizabeth’s. “I know this is a long-shot but you wouldn’t happen to be the Elizabeth James? Like the wedding dress designer Elizabeth James, would you?”

“Guilty,” Elizabeth smiled.

“Oh I love your work. I’m a wedding planner and all the best dresses I’ve seen in the last 12 years have come from you.” Y/n gushed causing Elizabeth’s cheeks to glow in a blush. 

“How sweet, I’m so glad my dresses seem to rank so well.”

“Oh most definitely, I hope you’re still designing by the time I finally have a wedding of my own. I’ve always imagined I’d be in an Elizabeth James original for my special day.”

“I would love that, have you already got ideas? I could roughly sketch you something since we’re all here for the evening.” ELizabeth offered. Y/n took a step around Chessy to follow ELizabeth before turning back to her girlfriend.

“Do you mind Chess?” Y/n asked quietly, knowing that if Chessy said she did, she’d politely decline and hope she got the chance another day.

“No, go ahead, knock yourself out. Just come find me when you’re done.” Chessy smiled, pushing the woman over toward Elizabeth with a smile.

“Great, I can even show you some recent stuff I’ve been thinking about.” Elizabeth grinned, pulling Y/n through the hall toward her work room. As soon as the women disappeared Chessy could feel three pairs of eyes on her.

“Your friend, hm?” Hallie grinned rounding the counter to one side of the nanny.

“How come we’ve never met this friend before?” Annie asked rounding to the other side, effectively caging Chessy between them.

“That’s none of your business. And rain at the campsite? When’d you all become such babies?” Chessy chided, poking the girls in their ribs. They giggled helplessly as the older woman tickled them. “Wanna watch a movie?”

-

The movie had been on for half an hour and the other women had yet to return. Chessy’s attention had been divided the moment they pressed play. During the quieter parts of the movie, she could hear giggles floating through the halls. Chessy’s eyes wandered from the screen in hopes of catching a glimpse of her girlfriend returning, but she wasn’t rewarded. Both Annie and Hallie had anchored themselves on either side of Chessy, legs stretched to each end of the couch. They’d both been commenting on the film and asking questions and Chessy tried to keep up but after noticing her gaze shift to the hallway for what felt like the 100th time they took to giggling and quietly talking to each other. 

As the credits rolled across the screen, Chessy was finally granted some reprieve from her torture. Elizabeth and Y/n came around the corner arms linked, quietly giggling over a sketchbook. 

“Oh Y/n, you’re just delightful. I can’t believe you’ve done four weddings here and I’m only just meeting you.” Elizabeth shook her head in disbelief.

“My brides are always extremely high maintenance. They make it a bit hard to socialize at all!”

“Well, I’ll have to have you come by my local studio sometime. We just have to get together again.”

“Oh Elizabeth, that’d be great. I’ll have Chessy give you my info and we can connect sometime soon.” Y/n smiled as she placed her hands on Chessy’s head affectionately over the back of the couch.

“I’ll be sure to share that.” Chessy mumbled gazing up at the two of you. Both of their eyes still on the sketchbook. 

“Perfect! Girls, it's getting rather late. Say goodnight.” Elizabeth smiled down at the twins while rubbing her hand over Y/n’s shoulder. The girls obediently wished their goodnights before leaving the room. As they left Y/n caught sight of the time herself. 

“It is a bit late, I should head home. I’ve got a few early meetings. It was lovely meeting you all. Chess, will you walk me out?” Y/n asked, finally meeting the older woman’s gaze. The older woman followed behind Y/n closely and as soon as they were out of sight of the family her hands were resting on her waist. 

They came to a stop outside of Y/n’s car and the younger woman turned to face Chessy, “Well that was fun.” Y/n smiled as Chessy backed her into the car. 

“Well I’m glad someone had fun.” Chessy mumbled wrapping her arms around Y/n’s waist with a pout.

“And what’s that supposed to mean? Did you not have fun tonight?” Y/n frowned as Chessy sighed and dodged her eyes.

“I barely saw you tonight.” Chessy huffed. 

Y/n looked over the nanny’s face with a smile. Seeing the jealousy simmering in her mind. With a grin Y/n splayed her hands across Chessy’s chest and pulled on the collar of her shirt. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” 

“What? Pshh, No.” Chessy rolled her eyes. 

“Oh I don’t think that’s true at all.” 

“Well, I think you spent the whole evening with the Elizabeth James.” 

“Chess…” Y/n dragged out, pulling the older woman closer to her.The older woman grumbled but ultimately sighed as the younger woman pinched her cheek. “You know I would’ve stayed if you asked.”

“You seemed so excited. Listen I’m just grumpy the evening didn’t go as planned. I don’t particularly like sharing you.” 

“Well next time, we’ll aim for no interruptions hm?” Y/n smiled sweetly.

“I like the sound of that.” 

“Now give me a kiss so we can say goodnight.”

taglist: @theonefairygodmother , @sleep-deprived-athlete

[casualaruanienjoyer]

Where would these Aot characters take you on a date?

Armin: The beach. Obviously! This man is in LOVE with the ocean, but somehow today he's not gazing at the waves. He's gazing at you! This is why he ends up tripping on a rock and landing face first in the water.

Mikasa: A fun walk through a market. She loves checking out things she hasn't tried yet with you. You end up buying so many goodies that Mikasa has to carry them for you...with her strong arms...

Jean: A romantic dinner. It's a 5 star restaurant, amazing food, specially picked table. He's even wearing a suit. It would be great....if he didn't book the wrong date.

Connie: The cinema! Big fun action movie with awesome super heroes fighting bad guys and he keeps going on and on about cameos... you fall asleep halfway through and he steals your popcorn.

Eren: An arcade! You two spend hours and hours playing all sorts of games together, and you beat Eren every time. He does manage to win you a cute plushie at the crane machine....after god knows how many coins were inserted.

Levi: Takes you on a cruise/boat trip down the canal, coffee and tea included. It's very nice and quiet and there aren't many other people on board. He steals a kiss from you as you're busy admiting the sights.

Hange: TO THE MUSEUM! You spend so many hours making fun of stupid looking statues and paintings. Hange gets a bit too close to one of the exhibits and triggers the alarms. You run away before security catches you.

Pieck: Escape room. But unlike the usual, Pieck is doing everything in her power to make sure YOU don't escape her. You get kicked out for making out in the escape room.

Onyankopon: He has the same idea as Levi, but you two are late to the cruise... so instead he rents a swan boat and you end up paddling around a lake. It's so hilarious and your cheeks hurt from laughing at all his fun stories.

Reiner: You two go for a walk in the park. You feed a squirrel for the first time and that makes you incredibly excited.... until you notice Reiner being chased around by a group of angry swans. He's heading towards you. RUN!

Annie: she didn't outright invite you here, but you found a note in your bag asking you to come to this dessert shop at 1pm, so you did. You didn't expect to find Annie here, waiting for you. She threatens you into buying her one of each dessert available and you go broke.

Sasha: Somehow you end up at a buffet together, typical. You have no idea how many plates you've already eaten and end up in a food coma. Next time, you're choosing the place!

Yelena: Axe throwing bar. Is this really a date? You keep asking this question in your head over and over again as Yelena throws axe after axe towards you.

Zeke: Zoo! It's been really fun seeing lots of animals you've never seen before. But you spend an awful amount of time at the monkey enclosure. Zeke ends up freeing some of them and you two are now wanted by the police. Great.

[mags6422]

It Happened One November - Part 16

Part 15 | 0 | Part 17

Today was a shitty day and what was worse, Steve couldn't even figure out why! 

Logically it should have been a great day! He hung out with his friends, had lunch with his insanely hot boyfriend, saw the kids, won a basketball game and even got a kiss from a couple cheerleaders! So why did he go to bed feeling like shit?

Steve had witnessed the return of the Camaro along with everyone else that morning and had grinned when he saw Max and Billy both exit the vehicle laughing together. Looks like he was finally going to get that date with his boyfriend. 

He had even taken a step toward them before he realized what he was stepping forward to do was wrap an arm around Billy and kiss that smile off his face, find out what it tasted like. Which was of course not allowed so he contented himself with a cute note in his locker. 

He only barely avoided first giving Billy a peck on the cheek and then calling him babe at lunch and had to ignore Billy for the rest of the period by talking to Jason the whole time. And he didn't even like Jason! But he knew if he turned back to Billy he wouldn't be able to hold back and he would definitely do something dumb.

At least the game was good. So freaking good! The two of them were magic on the court again, completely in tune with one another. 

But then the final buzzer sounded and all he wanted to do was kiss his boyfriend but before he could do just that, Stacy McLean was swooping in and planting one right on him! And Steve was suddenly seething with jealousy.

And it wasn't even about Stacy! Stacy was cool! She was super funny and always let him copy her notes from Geography! Hell, Steve himself got kissed by Annie Kingston and Bailey Miller! 

No, it wasn’t about Stacy, or not in that way at least. So why was he so upset? Maybe it was because Stacy (who didn’t even know him!) got to kiss Billy like it was no big deal, and Steve couldn't. He couldn’t even make himself go to that stupid party because he knew exactly what would happen because it’s what happens every time. The girls would be all over the players, flirting their assess off. And Billy would flirt back, obviously, because it’s only polite and that’s just what you did when a pretty girl flirts with you, and it’s not like his actual boyfriend could flirt with him out in the open like that so he might as well. 

And it wasn’t even that he didn’t trust Billy not to hook up with some girl, (the thought was actually kind of hot, he’d bring that up later with Billy) he was just so goddamn frustrated that he couldn’t be a part of it. 

Steve smushed one of his pillows over his face and screamed. 

……..

The next morning, he was still turning this over in his head as he made his way down the halls to his locker. He had slept like shit and woke up late so he hadn't even bothered to do his hair, just threw on his Pacers cap backwards, made sure his bangs didn't look too stupid coming out the front and called it a day. 

While he was definitely no longer King Steve, he was still the captain of the basketball team so it was a gauntlet of high fives and congratulations from the rest of the student body and he would be lying if he said it didn’t feel good to know that people appreciated his hard work. When he finally got his locker open, a note fluttered out. 

Friday - pick you up at 7 - wear something sexy - B <3

And suddenly it was like the last night of tossing and turning (and subsequent nightmare but that's probably unrelated) never happened. Steve folds the note up real small and slips it into his pocket to take home with him. He had a date! With Billy Hargrove! 

Wear something sexy… fuck what was he going to wear?!

The week went by way too fast and yet way too slowly at the same time. Steve's heart broke a little every time he saw Billy's smile and knew he couldn't touch him. But then he would run his fingers over the note in his pocket and remind himself that even though Billy flirted with any breathing female, including the 62 year old library Mrs. McAlister, it was Steve who would be going out with him on Friday. 

When Dustin piles into his car on Wednesday night, Steve breaks it to him that he can't patrol/hang out on Friday. 

“Sorry, man, I got a date.” 

“What?! With who?! When?! How?!” And Steve can't tell if he should be charmed by the enthusiasm or offended by the tone of surprise. 

“A gentleman never kisses and tells, but it's on Friday and it's their turn to plan it so I don't know what we're doing yet.” Shit, the he/she/they of it all is going to get confusing real fast. “They just said to wear something sexy, that's all I've got.” 

“What?! That's so provocative! What are you gonna wear?!” 

“I dunno, this?” 

And that's how Friday afternoon finds him standing in the middle of a whirlwind of preteens while they tear apart his closet, arguing over every item of clothing he owns. 

“This one has a flower on it! Girls like flowers!” 

“But the stripes on this one match his underwear! Girls like matching!” 

“She doesn't know what underwear he's wearing!” 

“And if he wears that shirt, she never will!” 

“You're all wrong, he should wear the fuzzy sweater! It's soft! That means it's boyfriend material!” 

“What's boyfriend material?” 

“I don't know, I read it in one of Max’s magazines.” 

Steve throws himself back on his bed and the kids start throwing shirts on top of him. He accepts his new fate as a laundry basket and laments all the life choices that have led to this point. 

“Knock, knock! Anybody home?” 

Steve peeks out of his mountain of clothing to see that Nancy has arrived to pick up the kids so it must be 6:30 already. Steve really needs to get a move on here. 

“Nancy! Back me up! Girls like plaid, right?” Yells Dustin, brandishing a plaid overshirt that his grandmother got him four years ago. It's apparently the family tartan and it's a combination of purple and puke green. It has never seen the light of day. 

“What's all this about?” She asks, taking in the hurricane level disaster that is the boys trying to dress him. There is even a polo swinging around the ceiling on the overhead fan.

“Steve has a date!” Will has decided to put on one of Steve's pink polos and it goes halfway to his knees. He's also pulled on one of his old Laker caps over his bowl cut. 

That's when he notices that Mike has on the Hawaiian shirt he wore to a themed birthday party and Lucas is wearing a white denim jacket his mom bought him. 

God he loved these dumbasses. 

Dustin quickly shrugs on the plaid and they clamour around Nancy, demanding she choose which one is the most ‘sexy’. 

“Nancy, send help!” he calls from beneath his pile. And hears her answering laugh. It's the cute one that she usually hides behind her hand because she's self conscious of how her nose crinkles up. 

“Stand back, Romeos, witness the master at work!” 

Ok, this he has to see. He pulls himself to his feet with a groan, shedding textiles everywhere. Nancy doesn't even hesitate, she fishes his favourite pair of jeans out from one pile, the ones that he knows for a fact make his ass look great. She grabs the white button up from where it is hanging off his bedside lamp and finishes it up by digging around in his closet until she finds his church vest, it's navy with a soft tweed pattern. Tommy used to call it his hot substitute teacher vest. 

“Go put these on,” she shoos him into the bathroom and he has to admit as he pulls it all on that it is flattering, the jeans fit perfectly and the vest highlights how slim his waist is, how wide his shoulders have gotten. He buttons everything up tight and exits the bathroom. 

“Voila!” He announced, spreading his arms to general approval from the boys but Nancy has her thoughtful frown on. 

“Hmm… it needs… can I?” Her hands are fluttering like she's not sure she's allowed to touch but also not sure how to explain what she wants. 

“Go for it, dude.” Dude? Seriously Harrington? You kiss one guy and suddenly you can't talk normally to a girl?

Whatever, it's good enough. Nancy moves in, rolling his sleeves neatly to his elbows, exposing his forearms. Next she undoes the top three buttons to tease a view of his collar bones. She then tosses him a brown belt and his blue and white Nikes to complete the look. 

Shit, where was Nancy the last two hours? The girl knew her shit. 

“Perfect!” She gave him her proud of herself smile, eyes twinkling and lips smug. “Peanut gallery, what do we think?” She stepped back and waved her hand around like she's on a game show.

Dustin let's out a whistle

“Now that's sexy !” hypes up Lucas with a snap.

“I guess she's not wrong.” is Mike's grudging praise.

“You look nice, mom!” Will remains Steve's favourite with his soft blush and sincere compliments. 

“Mom?” Oh right, I guess no one explained that to Nancy yet.

“Oh yeah! Steve has major mom energy!”

“He gives us snacks! Cookies but also carrot sticks!”

“He makes us wear our seatbelts.” 

“He's nice.”

Steve just shakes his head and pinches his nose. “Just roll with it, that's what I've been doing.” 

“Ooookay?” Steve sees her think about questioning it further and then visibly decide against it. “When is your date anyway?” 

Steve checks his watch and swears, “Like, now!” Steve claps his hands and starts herding the boys toward the door and down the stairs to the entryway. “Alright kiddos! Up ‘n at ‘em, let's go! Thank you all for your contributions! Your input has been invaluable, especially you, Will, your appreciation for polos warms my heart.” 

It's as the kids are putting their shoes on, still wearing all Steve's clothes, when the doorbell rings. Dustin, the dickhead, of course answers it like he lives here, revealing Billy in all his date night glory. 

It's honestly not that different to how he looked That Night. The shirt is navy this time instead of red, but it's still unbuttoned half the way down to his belly button, showing off his pecs and cameo necklace. He's rocking his usual skin tight jeans and biker boots under his brown leather jacket. His hair is all teased out and he's got a cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth as he leans against the doorframe, sliding his shades down his nose as he looks them over. 

“We having a fashion show tonight, boys? What are we dressing up as? Preps who robbed a Gap?” 

“We're helping Steve pick an outfit for his date tonight!” Announces Dustin proudly and God, Steve wishes he could feel that level of confidence while wearing that plaid. 

“Yeah, he went with Nancy's choice but I think mine is cooler.” Lucas strikes a pose in his white denim jacket.

“Billy! You get lots of dates! Tell Steve he'd look better in his!” Complains Mike, showing off his Hawaiian shirt. 

Billy does a passable job of holding in his laughter, his eyes alight with mirth. “Well, I haven't seen the final product now have I?” 

And oh shit, they are all shuffling aside so Billy can see him! Assume the position! 

Now, Steve's not dumb, he knows what he looks like. He also knows how to hold himself to make himself look even better, without making it too obvious that's what he's doing. So he rubs at the back of his head like he's embarrassed, showing off the curves of his biceps through the shirt. He slides one foot behind the other, tilting his hips so it emphasizes his wide shoulders and trim waist. He peeks up at Billy and blushes at the effect he's having on the other boy. 

Billy's eyes are drinking him in as he gives what must be the most thorough up down of his life. He can almost feel the caress of that gaze before he coughs, turning his attention to the boys who are also posing for his inspection. 

“Aaah, sorry boys, Nancy knows her shit.” He offers her a high five and the boys despair. 

“Tell you boys what, you keep your choices and you save them for when you all have your own first dates?” The only real loss is the pink polo and he's willing to make that sacrifice for the soft smile Will gives him as he looks down to admire his new shirt. The boys all cheer as they march out of the house, but Nancy hesitates when Billy doesn't move to follow them. 

“You coming, Billy?

“Nah, it's a double date, see, we're picking up the girls on the way.” 

Nancy nods, accepting the story easily and rounds up the boys as they attempt to wheedle details out of Billy. 

“Well, since you guys were so subtle and chill about asking, I will absolutely not tell you anything. Suffer, dweebs.” 

This gets them a last round of indignant squawks and groans before they finally drive off in the Wheelers station wagon. They wave until the car is out of sight before Billy crowds him up against the wall, kicking the door shut behind him. 

“Fuuuck Harrington, you look like sex on a stick.” He runs his fingers over Steve's forearms before plucking at the vest. “Like a sexy teacher. Mr. Harrington, please I'll do anything for some extra credit, my grades mean a lot to me, sir.” 

“Fuck off,” he scoffs, shoving the other boy, but not hard enough to move him, more to just get his hands on his bare chest. “You're one to talk, you look like the dude on the front of a bodice ripper.” 

Billy throws his head back and laughs, Steve grins along until the new angle of the light makes him notice something. “Hey, what happened here?” He lightly runs his thumb along the blonds cheekbone where there is a small cut and a bruise surrounding it. 

“Huh? Nothing, picked it up in dodgeball this afternoon in gym.” Billy waves his hand away before leaning his hand on the wall next to the brunette's head. “Now, Mr. Harrington, I believe we were discussing my extra credit assignment.”

It doesn't look like any dodgeball injury Steve has ever seen but he's quickly distracted by something knee shakingly good the other boy does with his tongue.

It's another thirty minutes before they make it back up for air long enough to load into the Camaro where Billy immediately takes his hand and keeps it even when he has to change gears with his other hand and steer with his knees. It's an oddly sweet gesture and Steve finds it warms his heart even as it's thundering out of his chest with how fast he's driving. 

Billy takes him to the diner across town and with a wink to the hostess, scores them a booth at the back of the restaurant. Billy immediately sprawls across his side and extends his left leg out so it's pressing into the inside of Steve's right, sending a spark all up his inseam to his groin. Bastard, that was smooth as hell. I guess I'm not the only one with moves.

Steve is so busy trying to look unaffected he gives a start when the waitress swings by “Hey Billy, Steve, you boys look fancy tonight, you got a hot date?” 

“Hey, Jenny,” Billy greets here. Everybody knows Jenny, she graduated a couple years ago but has been working at one of only three restaurants in town since then. “Yup, we just dropped the girls off. Fuck curfews and watchful father's, amiright?”

Jenny just rolled her eyes and took their order before sauntering away. 

“Shit, you're like, scary good at this.” Steve admires the easy way lies seem to drip from Billy's tongue. It shouldn't be as attractive as it is. 

“Ain't my first rodeo, pretty boy.” Billy scoffed as he relaxed in his seat, his leg rubbing harder against Steve's. “California might be more… accepting than Indiana, but it's still not safe out there. Besides, this shit is easy! People see what they want to see, so give them something they expect and they don't question it.” 

What a minute… Steve opened his mouth to ask more questions about the cut on Billy's cheek but before he could get a word in, Jenny was bringing their meal and then Billy launched into a story about his first time learning to surf and he forgot again. 

The two of them stayed and talked for hours. Billy tended to talk with his hands when he got rolling and Steve found himself entranced by his stories. He left his arm, palm up on the table in the hopes that Billy would take it at some point. He didn't, of course, but he did slap it every so often, or run his fingers down the sensitive skin, sometimes manipulating the whole arm into a part of his story when he needed more than two hands to make his point. His ankle remained a warm weight against the inside of his leg, moving up and down every now and then, but nothing untoward. 

Steve gave as good as he got, using every opportunity to touch the other boy back, or throw fries at him when he was obviously exaggerating a story. Steve told his own as well and was partially proud of the one about how he almost got caught with his pants down by Amanda Baker's father and had to make a quick exit via the window, sans pants, that made Billy laugh so hard coke came out his nose. 

Eventually they get enough side eye from Jenny to get the hint that she wants them to leave so she can go home. Billy picks up the cheque with a lascivious wink and they are bundled up into the Camaro again. Neither of them want the night to end so Steve invites Billy in for a drink when he drops him off. 

“Hey, I got a question for you, pretty boy.” Billy has followed him into the kitchen and accepts the beer he fishes out of the fridge. “When you were trying to let me down easy, the first time. You said ‘this kinda stuff happens’ what did you mean by that?” 

It takes a minute before he remembers their first private basketball practice, back when Billy was still pretending nothing had happened between them. “Oh shit, yeah! Well, after the first go around with the Upside Down, I kinda wanted to kiss Jonathan. Came close too, only stopped myself cause I was with Nancy, ya know? We were exclusive so no bueno on kissing other people.” he took a long pull from his beer before noticing that Billy was staring at him. “What?” 

“So, let me get this straight. Your type is pretty much any girl, and alt rock guys you've shared life threatening experiences with?” 

“Dude, I don't know! I haven't really thought about it!” 

“What? How can you not think about it?!” 

“Mostly I've been thinking about you, asshole.” that gets him a blush and a small private smile, the kind he only shows to Steve. “Besides, it's confusing! Because on the one hand there's you and all of your…” he just kind of gestures to all of him, “everything. And it's hot as hell to like a distracting degree. But then on the other hand it's like, I definitely like girls, because you know, boobies, which are great.” 

“I don't, actually.” Billy's voice is barely above a whisper.

“Huh? Don't what? Have boobies? You kinda do, your pecs are huge man, and you're always flashing them, it's a problem.”

Billy shoves at him with a laugh now. “No! I mean, I don't ‘know’ about the boobies. Like they're nice and all, but they don't really… do it for me. Girls I mean.” 

And now Steve is just flabbergasted. “What?! But you hit on every single female woman in a 50 foot radius! Even the ugly ones! And the old ones! And the ones with moustaches!” 

Billy just shrugs, “Just playing the part, gotta keep 'em off the trail. I'm not sure you understand just how dangerous it is out there to be… like me.” and shit, he had never seen Billy look so… small as he did when he said that. 

Steve put his beer down and moved closer to his boyfriend, taking his beer too and putting it aside.

“Hey, what you are, Billy, is a total badass.” He slowly ran his nose up the younger boy's throat, reveling in the shiver it earned him. “A fantastic basketball player.” He nibbled behind the boy's ear like he knew drove him crazy. “A good brother.” He brushed his lips feather light over his cheek. “And a freaking menace on the roads.” He finally met the other boy's lips, tasting his chuckle at that last one. “What you are, is amazing, Billy Hargrove. And I'm the luckiest guy in town that I get to hold you like this.” 

“Fucking sap.” But Steve could tell he was pleased when Billy flipped their positions, so he was the one caging Steve in against the counter, gripping him by the hips to lift him up and perch him on the counter. And that little lift, the casual show of strength did something to him. Made him ravenous as he pulled the blond closer, spreading his legs so he could press himself all along the other boy's front and plunder his mouth with his tongue. 

There was nothing gentle about this kiss as they both did their best to devour each other, hands everywhere, trying to touch everything all at once. Billy's hands were creeping up his thighs dangerously close to where he wanted them most while Steve slips his into the gaping opening of the other boy's shirt, fingers skimming over toned muscles, across the still slightly raised skin on the scars from the demodog claws and over one nipple, rolling it between a thumb and forefinger. 

Billy gasped and his hands jumped to the front of Steve's vest, fumbling with the buttons but still getting it off in record time before starting on the dress shirt underneath. 

“So many fucking buttons, wrapped up all pretty for me, huh baby?” And Steve groaned at the pet name as he abandoned the other boy's nipples to work on getting Billy's shirt the rest of the way off and floating down to the floor. 

They both pulled back, gasping to drink in the sight of the other half naked. It's nothing they haven't seen before a thousand times in gym class and more besides in the showers but it felt different in the quiet hush of his kitchen, the fridge humming softly beside them and no one around to interrupt. 

They were both fit, sports four days a week made that inevitable but whereas Steve spent his off season in the pool on the swim team, Billy spent his lifting weights and it showed. He didn't have another word to describe Billy except that he was thick. Thick arms, thick waist, thick thighs, all bulging muscles sloping beautifully under smooth golden skin that still somehow held onto its tan in the chilly late November air. 

Billy reached out a hand to lightly caress the brunette, trailing fingers from his neck, down his chest to his abs before settling on his hip. “Fuck, you're gorgeous.” 

Steve used his knuckle to tilt the other boy's face back up to meet him in a gentle kiss, “My eyes are up here, Hargrove.” Billy let out a laugh before dutifully meeting his gaze. “But your eyes are the prettiest I've ever seen. It looks like the ocean in a storm.” 

“Unsettling and full of shit?” 

“Dangerous and like I'm drowning.” 

“Fucking sap.” 

They come back together and it's not as frenzied as before, now it feels like gravity, like of course he belongs here, kissing this beautiful guy. He feels anchored and sure as he enjoys the novelty of exploring another dude's body, cataloguing the differences between when he does this with girls and honestly not finding that many. Billy still gasps when he traces the lines of his stomach down to his waist band. Still arcs into his touch when he palms his chest. Still groans when he lightly tugs on a nipple with his teeth and runs over it with his tongue. 

They stay like that until the alarm on Billy's watch goes off and he reluctantly pulls away. 

“I gotta go, pretty boy. My dad will tear me a new one if I miss curfew again.” 

Steve glances over at the clock on the stove and sees it's already 11:15. Shit, they had been at this for over an hour. “Alright, Cinderella, get home before your ride turns back into a pumpkin.” 

Billy scoffed, offended as he pulled his shirt back on, buttoning it up higher than usual to hide a hickey Steve had left on his right pec. “Pfft, how dare you insult my lady like that. She is 100% purebred American Steel.” 

“Yeah, alright Knight Rider.” 

“That was a firebird! My baby is way sexier!” 

Steve laughed as he jumped down off the counter, grimacing as his jeans rubbed uncomfortably against the tent in his pants. He slid his arms back into his own shirt but didn't bother doing it up. He caught Billy checking him out, eyes running down his bare chest before getting caught on his crotch. His jeans were doing exactly nothing to hide how much he had enjoyed their date and when he glanced down at Billy he saw he was in a similar state. 

“You gonna think about me when you deal with that when I'm gone baby?” 

Jesus Christ, who just says that?

Steve fights through what he just knows is a burning blush to give his boyfriend a wink. “I will if you promise to do the same.” 

“What do you think I've been doing since I moved here, pretty boy?” 

Nope, Steve wasn't going to think about that! His brain could not handle that, too much input. Unfortunately, his brain did not get that memo and he had enough memories from the shower to form a pretty complete picture of exactly what that might look like and Steve choked on his own spit. 

Billy had his feral grin back, the one where he knew he was getting to someone “I been beating it to the thought of you on your knees for months, baby.” He murmured, right in Steve's ear as he tried to take a full breath, “been touching myself other places too, pretty boy. You got no idea the things I wanna do to you, the places I wanna touch you, with my fingers, with my tongue.” 

“Jesus Christ,” he finally chokes out.

“Nope, we definitely won't be leaving space for him, princess.” 

Billy cackled as that set Steve off on another coughing fit and he finally started heading toward the door. 

“Think about me, baby, and take notes, I wanna hear all about it next time we have a minute to ourselves.” 

Billy gives him one last lingering kiss, trailing one finger across the tip of his (at this point leaking) dick through his jeans before swaggering out the front door, hard-on leading the way and climbing in his car, driving away. 

“Son of a bitch.” Steve slams the door shut before leaning his back against it and shoving his hand in his pants to do exactly as he had been told. 

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[moonspirit]

Hello Moon,

I just thought of this and had to get it to type as soon as possible, 

Picture this 

Grandpa Levi is visiting the Alert’s home and is out of his chair and sitting on the couch while Armin’s 2-year-old daughter is playing with her toys on the floor,

Armin comes in

“Ok, Sweety, it’s time for your afternoon nap.”

“Ok, papa,” the little girl replies,

She quickly leaves the room before returning, clutching a little pillow, her favorite blanket, and a cute little stuffed clownfish.

She hurries and climbs onto the couch where Levi is sitting, beaming up to him, “I sleep wit you, Capin”(What she calls Levi), setting up her pillow on his hip and getting all snuggled up to him

Armin comes in. “Oh, sweety, I don’t think Captain Levi agreed to be your bed; let’s get you in your crib.”

“Nooo!” His daughter whines as she tries to burrow deeper into Levi’s side.

“Come on now,” Armin tries to coax her as he goes to pick her up

Levi suddenly raises a hand in front of Armin. “you can leave her,” he says

Armin looks at him, a bit surprised. “oh, are you sure?” he asks

“Yeah, it’s fine,” Levi replies in his usual stone-faced manner. “Besides, I’m not going anywhere, and she seems to have made up her mind.”

“Oh, ok,” Armin responds, moving toward the door of the living room, looking back to see his daughter quickly crawl up Levi’s side to give him a sweet little peck on the cheek before settling back into where she was; the sound of cute lil snores coming not long after.

Armin sees Levi slowly place his hands on the girl's hair, running his fingers through her hair, and a look of utter contentment slowly dawns on his face.

Armin continues of the room and chuckles to himself

“ Captain Levi is such a softy for her,” Armin thinks.

And you know what? Levi is a total softy for his little granddaughter.

T///////////////////////////T Mer, this is sooooo adorable!

It's honestly hilarious how Levi keeps insisting that he isn't a "kids-type of guy" and then every kid in the vicinity immediately flocks to him xD

That said, Armin is always worried that his daughter's visible attachment to Levi bothers his former Captain even if he says otherwise, but also, he's never felt so reassured whenever he sees her next to Levi, just beaming and radiating a hundred kilometres of happiness. There's something so good about watching these two absolutely bounce their energies (or the lack thereof) off each other, and somehow end up having a blast of a time together anyway xD

Because his daughter's always pestering Levi with a hundred questions. "Hey Capin! What do you think about unicorns?"

"... I haven't seen one. Don't they shit rainbows or something?"

"Hehe, no! They have magic rainbow powers!"

"Huh. Cool."

"Capin, I'm gonna find you a unicorn to fly on!"

"Cool, cool. Find me the biggest one."

"Okay! Heyyyy Papa, Papa, we have to get Capin a big baddy unicorn!"

"Hahaha. And where are we gonna find that? Sorry Captain... I'm sure she was a bother."

"Tch. Quit apologising, I'm getting tired of it."

"Papa papa, we have to go now!"

"Where to?"

"To the market! To find a unicorn!"

Armin can't refuse, and though he's got a much-awaited, much-needed dinner date with Annie a few hours later, he humours his daughter in finding the biggest unicorn with the strongest rainbow powers to protect her beloved Capin. After that, he comes and drops her off, once again, with a thousand apologies spilling from his mouth.

The best part about all this is that when he and Annie come by after their date to pick her up, they find her, Levi and the unicorn all sleeping on the slanted chair, an absolute sight to see T^T

(PS: Capin becomes super attached to his unicorn btw. Even washes her thoroughly and keeps her spotless. Shhh, nobody point it out xD)

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 45 – FAKE RELATIONSHIP

Playing the part (remix) by nanasekei

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: NR Words: 10,713 Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Pining, Idiots in Love

Summary: “We have five days of this ahead of us, Cap. Call me crazy, but I think if we don’t spend the entire time fighting over every little thing, we might have a chance of actually pulling this off.” -- Tony tells a joke, that turns into a lie, that turns into him having to pretend to Steve Rogers' husband for five days. Just his luck.

Reasons why I love it: Aaaah, I love it when there are so many hurt feelings and uncertainties swirling around and the tension just builds and builds until it finally explodes. And what a beautiful explosion it is. This fic is wonderful, and if you haven't yet, you should definitely read it!

The Boyfriend by FestiveFerret

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 12,596 Tags: College AU, Falling in Love, Galas and Parties

Summary: Tony has been using The Boyfriend to get out of work obligations for a year now, but there's one fairly significant problem: The Boyfriend doesn't exist.

Reasons why I love it: I really love how Ferret always manages to slip in these moments where it's abundantly clear to the reader that Tony has a very low opinion of himself, even though Tony's an unreliable narrator in that regard. It's so good, and I adore Steve in this one especially, he's such good boyfriend material. Definitely check this one out if you haven't, it's wonderful.

The Opposite of a Problem by Sineala

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 2,490 Tags: Aliens, Sharing a Bed, Pining

Summary: "I promise to love, honor, and probably not obey you, and, uh, take you as my totally-unlawfully-wedded husband, in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, until death do us part, or for at least the next seventy-two hours." (Or: Tony and Steve get fake-married for the sake of the mission.)

Reasons why I love it: Not gonna lie, I would love to have a sandpit bed with pillows, that sounds fantastic. I really love the ring choices that they make for each other, and the moment that they both realize that they feel the same is absolutely perfect. I hope you give this one a shot if you haven't already, because it's wonderful!

The Trial Run by Annie D (scaramouche)

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 13,880 Tags: Getting Together, Light-Hearted, Flirting

Summary: Tony and Steve pretend to date, and enjoy it far more than they should.

Reasons why I love it: This fic is so fricking cute, it makes me want to squeal into a pillow. Their transition from playing a joke on everyone else to actually being like - hell yeah I want this - is so seamless. Annie D truly is a master of character development. I adore this fic, and I bet you will too, so I hope you go and check it out.

i stole the keys to this guy by kellifer_fic

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 6,007 Tags: Fluff and Humor, Enemies to Lovers,

Summary: Where it was Nick Fury's idea, but he didn't mean it like that .

Reasons why I love it: As always when kellifer writes anything, the humor is impeccable. I really love the whole hot and cold dynamic that Steve and Tony have going on, and everyone else's reactions to their little PR stunt are just perfect. And of course, who doesn't like Stony giving Fury a conniption? This fic is wonderful, and you should definitely read it if you haven't yet!

[allisluv]

DATING MODERN!ANNIE CRESTA HEADCANONS

pairing: annie cresta x fem!reader

modern!annie who makes seashell necklaces and sells them around school. she would make you matching ones with your initials carved into a little silver heart charm or something <3

modern!annie who is a huge believer in love at first sight.

modern!annie who googles if your star signs are compatible and gets so upset if it says no. she’ll be determined to prove the internet wrong for once.

modern!annie who loves being the little spoon and feeling you wrap your arms around her.

modern!annie who will throw flour in your hair as you two bake together. it ends in you both lying in a heap on the floor.

modern!annie who’s love language is physical touch. she kisses the slopes of your shoulders and links your fingers together as you walk.

modern!annie who’s favourite movie is the notebook. she gets you to watch it with her at least once a week and she’ll be a sobbing mess by the credit scene.

modern!annie who is huge on communication. i think she finds it hard to articulate what she’s trying to say, so you need to be patient with her.

modern!annie who lives on the beachfront and brings you home pretty seashells every morning.

modern!annie who offers to tutor you just so she can spend more time with you.

modern!annie who crochets cute little cardigans and woolly hats for you during the winter months.

modern!annie who begs you to dress up as sunshine and midnight rain for the eras tour.

modern!annie who is a sucker for reality tv. you have a routine where every saturday night, you order take out, make popcorn, cuddle up on the sofa and watch something interesting.

modern!annie who is always posting on her insta. she has a highlight just jam packed of pictures of you.

modern!annie who has a pinterest mood board full of date ideas and wlw pictures inspo <3

modern!annie who hates horror movies and hides her head in your stomach as you giggle at her.

modernn!annie who adores the percy jackson series. she’s read all the books and loves the series / movies

modern!annie who can’t sleep without you next to her. if you’re away, she’ll spray your perfume onto her pillow so it feels like you’re there <3

modern!annie who watches ghost hunting and then gets scared shitless 😭

modern!annie who is captain of the swim team. she’ll smile and ask for a good luck kiss before competing!!

[purepoetic]

My Myles

I just transferred to a school in Colorado

I used to live in Paris

It’s my first day at this new school

I’m really nervous. I don’t know anyone.

No friends.

Nothing.

As I entered the classroom, everyone quickly stared at me.

I looked at the teacher then introduced myself to everyone.

“Hi everyone! I’m Annie.”

My French accent is heavy. I guess it’s because I have really good genetics.

I looked at everyone for a second, processing my new surroundings

There was this one boy who I saw. I paid most attention to him out of everyone else in the room.

I’ve never seen someone’s eyes shine as bright as his.

I can already feel my heart beating for him.

I got sat next to this girl

We started talking

Her name was Madelyn

We had a lot in common

I’m so glad I have someone to talk to now.

The entire class period me and Madelyn went on a rant about Paris.

I explained to her why I transferred from such a beautiful place to such a dull one.

I told her my parents wanted me to get away from Paris

They were getting caught up in a lot of business deals

They haven’t gotten a chance to pay attention to me

So they sent me to Colorado to live with my great grandma

Madelyn asked if I thought any of the boys I’ve seen are cute

I said no

I mean, I have just gotten here

I mean I don’t want my life to turn into love island.

When the bell rang I went to my locker.

It was time for lunch

I realized everyone was making fun of my accent

They said I sounded snobby

I ignored them and continued to lunch.

As I was walking in Madelyn saw me and wanted me to sit with her and her friends

I didn’t fit in.

They were all so close

I tried to talk

No one listened

I shrugged it off, I mean- I just got here, so it’ll take time.

Then I noticed the boy I saw earlier was walking to me

“Hey Annie, do you want to go to my football game tomorrow? I can give you a ride.”

I looked up at him, he was tall.

He was smiling, waiting for an answer

He looked nervous, as if I was going to say no

I’ve never been to a football game, so I decided I wanted to go

“I would love to! A ride would be great!”

I hope that was a good response

He looked so happy after I answered him

I gave him my number

“Text me your address, Annie. I’ll pick you up at 5pm tomorrow!”

Then he went back to his friends

Everyone looked surprised

The girls at my table told me everything

Apparently he’s always been quiet

They told me he was the quarterback of the team

And how he’s never dated a single girl in his life, let alone talk to one

“He seems more into sports and academics than falling in love. Or maybe he just doesn’t think any girls are pretty enough for him.”

Madelyn said that and rolled her eyes

Her and her other friends laughed and have other conversations

I couldn’t get my mind off of this boy

He never told me his name

Not did any of my friends tell me what it was

I’m so curious about what his name is

If he saw me how I saw him.

The next day I woke up bright and early

I ate and showered

I had to have my aunt help me dry and style my hair

She was a hair dresser so I let her do my hair all the time

She asked why I was getting ready, so I told her I got invited to a football game

She was happy for me

I put on a small amount of makeup, just some mascara and lip gloss

I put on a blue crop top and some jean shorts

Then I heard a knock on the door

It must be him

I opened the door, and there he was

His hair. I loved his hair for some reason.

He handed me a handful of flowers. They were beautiful.

They were Lilly of the valley flowers.

They are my favorite

I quickly went back inside and put them in a vase with some water

When I returned back, he offered me a hand and went to his car

I was super tired when we sat down in the car

I didn’t realize I put my head on his shoulder

The whole ride I was ranting about my first day at school

I told him how everyone was making fun of my accent

He said that my voice was beautiful.

Accent or not.

That made my heart flutter

He told me how we would always be there for me. Whenever I need him.

He was so sweet

I loved it.

I love him.

Then on I asked him what his name was.

He said his name was Myles.

I loved that name so much

I loved Myles so much.

Before we got out of the car, he offered me his hoodie since it was freezing out

It had his initials on it and his number

As much as I wanted to put it on, I politely declined.

He then insisted that I wear it so I took it from his hand and put it on.

His hoodie is huge on me.

It wasn’t baggy

It was warm

And it smelt like him

At his game I kept screaming his name.

In my eyes, he was doing amazing.

Every complete pass I was even more proud of him.

This is my first ever game I’ve been to.

I’m glad I was there for Myles.

And Myles only.

My eyes were on him the entire game.

During halftime his parents talked to me, getting to know more about me

They told me how Myles always dreamed about going to Paris.

When the game ended I ran toward Myles and congratulated him

People looked at us as if we were a couple

Nobody knew me though.

They looked at me as if I was crazy

They’re right.

I am crazy.

Crazy in love.

I kept praising Myles.

He was sweaty from playing so I didn’t hug him for a long time.

His hair was a mess but I thought he still looked great.

He looked like a God.

When we got into the car, I fell asleep on his shoulder

I didn’t realize I woke up in the driveway at his house

He asked if I wanted to stay for the night. Just because it was late and they had a guest room.

I immediately said that I would love to.

He showed me the way to the room after he set it up for me

I laid down and fell asleep almost immediately

In the morning Myles was the last one to wake up

His hair was still a mess

He looked beautiful to me

I loved this boy.

There’s no doubt about it.

Later on Myles brought me to the beach to watch the beautiful sunset

It was great. I just couldn’t keep my eyes off of him though.

He’s the only thing I want to look at.

We then looked at each other

After a few seconds he kissed me before I realized I kissed him back.

I felt blood rushing to my cheeks after he confessed his feelings for me

A small tear ran down his face

His blue eyes shining as usual

“I’ve loved you ever since I saw you Myles.”

He smiled back and we continued to watch the sunset

Now he was mine.

My Myles.

I was so lucky to have him

I love him with all my heart

He was so divine.

Now I’m walking down the aisle.

To see the boy that I fell in love with in just 10th grade.

He’s all I’ve ever wanted.

Seeing him tearing up at the altar gave me flashbacks at the beach.

Those tears of joy he shed.

My Myles.

[sunlightandsuffering]

Bro this is just me being mean now. 😂😂

“Best you’ve ever had?” Eren states lewdly to the group and Jean’s face scrunches up in disgust, leave it to Eren to be so inappropriate. At Jean’s look Eren shrugs, holding his hands up, “I haven’t seen you fuckers in a year, let me at least have some guy talk Kirstchein.” Jean sighs, shaking his head and allowing the rest of the members of their group to go first, Armin meekly stating that obviously it was Annie, Connie naming some girl he met up with last week that was apparently more flexible than he could believe. “What about you Yeager?” Jean asks before they can get to his turn, wanting to avoid the topic if possible. Eren shrugs, “Miki.” Everyone collectively groans and Eren huffs, “She’s fucking real I promise.” “Yeah, yeah whatever Yeager you used to talk about her all the time and yet we’ve never met her.” Eren scoffs, “What about you then Kirschtein, give me a good story to top my imaginary one.” 

Jean shrugs, “I don’t have one yet, and unlike you brutes I’d honestly prefer not to share anyway.” “What about that girl you’re seeing?” Connie pipes up over his beer and Eren head swivels towards him, those green eyes penetrating and Jean knows he’ll be forced to answer. He does so primly, keeping his answers evasive, “Her name is Mikasa and I’ll have you know she’s a virgin, we haven’t done anything yet.” 

“How do you know?” Connie volleys back and Jean glares at his friend, how dare he question Mikasa’s virtue. “I just do okay, she’s not that type of girl.”

“What’s her last name?” Eren asks, some dark hint of satisfaction in his voice, eyes gleaming with mirth and Jean frowns, why does Yeager even need to know? “Ackerman, Mikasa Ackerman.” Eren chuckles darkly, “She’s not a virgin Jean, promise.” There are shocked gasps but Jean glares murderously at his old friend, he should have known Eren hasn’t changed, still the same old asshole he’d been before he’d left on that exchange trip last semester. 

“Don’t tell me Eren you’ve–” Jean cuts Armin off before he can get the words out, “No way, Mikasa would never, she’s a good girl, she wouldn’t be caught dead with the likes of you Yeager.” The smile on Eren’s face is all teeth, wolfish, “Yeah, she is a good girl, I promise you that.” Jean stands, to do what? He’s not sure, maybe to hit him, embroiled with so many emotions as he insults the girl Jean’s been seeing for two months. 

What a douchebag. 

“Why don’t you call her up? We can ask.” “I will!” He finds her contact, nervously hitting the call button, hoping to god this doesn’t ruin his chances with her, doesn’t set back everything he’s worked for. But he just can’t help it, wants to wipe that smug grin right off of Eren’s face, wants to come out on top for once. 

The phone dials for a few moments before it’s ringing and then the next thing he knows Mikasa’s voice is sleepy in his ear, “Hello?” He’s about to respond when the phone is snatched from his grip, Eren eagerly bringing it up to his lips as he hits the speaker button. “Mikasa,” He sings, his voice teasing and the entire group listens with rapt attention to hear Mikasa’s reaction. There is a gasp on the other line and then a very breathless whisper, “Eren?” Eren’s smile widens impossibly, self-satisfaction dripping from him as he shoots Jean a wink, “Yeah baby it’s me.” “Oh- I umm- when did you get back?” It’s clear she’s nervous and this is so not the Mikasa he’s used to, the confident uncaring girl that had barely let him take her on a date. She’s nervous, shy, cute in how she answers him. 

“A few days ago,” Eren breathes and Jean is struck by the fact that Eren is also different, not his usual cocky playboy self. Although the confidence is still there, he speaks to Mikasa genuinely, with more affection than Jean is used to. “I missed you,” he tells her candidly and Connie almost spills his beer at the turn of the conversation. Eren smacks him for it as they await Mikasa’s answer. “I- Me too, I umm really missed you.” It’s silent for a moment as Eren mulls over what to say next but Mikasa interrupts, “Why are you calling me from Jean’s phone?” Eren’s smile turns wicked again, the line of jaw hardening, “He said he was seeing a Mikasa, thought i’d see if it was my Mikasa.” “Well I’m not currently your Mikasa am I?” She returns saucily and Eren chuckles, “We can change that if you let me come over.” “And why should I?” “Because I really fucking missed you and I haven’t had sex in nine months.” “Since the airport?” Mikasa questions curiously and Eren nods into the phone, almost like a puppy how obedient he is, “Back of my car you wore that sweater dress I love.”

There is a sigh on the other end of the line, and then a huff, “I’ll be at your apartment in an hour.” Eren fist pumps excitedly, “I’ll see you then Miki, now here talk to Jean.” He hands him back the phone with more smugness than should be allowed, and Jean takes it numbly, “Hello.” “I umm didn’t know you and Eren were friends,” Mikasa tells him awkwardly and Jean slumps in his chair, “I didn’t know you were Miki.” “Umm yeah,” she responds stiffly, “I’m umm I’m really sorry, he uh left and I didn’t expect to see him again.” Jean is just nodding and finally Mikasa sighs, taking pity on him, “I guess I’ll see you around then?” “Sure,” he tells her robotically, his brain spaced out now, flying far, far away at the entire turn of events because so much for his dating dreams. 

But the cherry on top is when Mikasa is mumbling a goodbye, jilted words that sound awkward coming from her lips, so different from the goodbyes he’s used to, the ones where he doesn’t want to hang up first lest she say something more. Because Eren holds his own phone out, the home screen he’s always been so damn protective of, slid to the farthest page, so there’s only two apps blocking the rectangular photo, nothing to distract from what’s on screen. Jean almost chokes as the line goes dead in his ear, the dial tone buzzing irritatingly, because on the screen is Mikasa, dishevelled and fucked out, lips glossy with a mixture of saliva and a glistening white substance that can only be cum, looking up at the camera with adoration he’s never seen. 

And the worst part, the worst part is the way Eren’s dick is pressed against her cheek, the thick length measured against her temple, spanning her whole face, a pretty contrast to the pink of her cheeks. She looks like something he’d pay for on OnlyFans, pay top dollar for the way Eren’s hand collars her throat, his thumb roughly pressed against her chin, smearing the white of his seed over her lips. It’s just as captivating as it is horrifying and Jean can’t look away, is only jarred out of the image by Eren pulling his phone away smugly. “That’s Miki,” he tells him casually, “And I know she’s not a virgin because I’m the one who took her virginity, shithead. I haven’t talked to her since I’ve been back though, she changed her phone number I think. I’d be more than happy to take it from you, though.” He hands over his own phone numbly and Eren is quick to share her contact with himself, all happy, whistling to himself, “Thanks for keeping her occupied while I was gone though. It’s good to hear she hasn’t been with anyone else, I’m gonna have fun stretching her out on my cock tonight.” And then he’s gone and Jean is left with the rest of their friends, gaping at his back because Eren has been talking about Miki forever, has been hoarding her to himself for years, refusing to introduce her to any of his friends, so possessive of her it’s ridiculous. 

And it’s just his fucking luck that she ends up being the only girl he’s been interested in for months.

[adanseying]

for the ask grid, an array of community pairings: jeff/britta, jeff/abed, troy/abed, annie/britta, britta/frankie, annie/abed

Jeffbritta — I really like them they compel me quite a bit! I thought about putting them higher but because part of their whole thing is that they’re the normie toxic hets who are so basic in concept that they work all the way around to be subversive and fun I thought this ranking made sense for them. Also it’s true that the first time I was watching Comm it took me awhile to warm to them but eventually did and then on my second watch through I got real attached. Hand in unloveable hand core. Trobed — they’re great they compel me Geothermal Escapism makes me cry so much. I don’t think I have anything really insightful to add they’re the moment. Abedison — in a lot of ways this is my favorite community dynamic… they are my two favorite characters so that’s part of it. I love them romantically or platonically or queer-platonically, they’re two bisexuals in love they’re lesbian bi solidarity they’re a yuri couple nonbinary Abed rights they’re in a qpr with Troy they’re in a polyamorous relationship with Troy they’re in a fake relationship to cover up identity fraud one if them (could be either) committee and/or a murder one of them (Annie) committed, they’re neurotic freaks who understand each other best and they’re worsties. I did write multiple romantic Annie/Abed fics during quarantine with an account that’s now orphaned. My feelings on them as a ship are less cut and dry than on Trobed and Jeffbritta though hence placements.

Jabed — I also go back and forth on platonic/romantic with them but either way am compelled, a fascinating dynamic and foil ship, the most important relationship of the show in some ways. Critical Film Studies is usually the episode that puts me in a shippy mood where they’re concerned because there are Vibes present in that one.

Brittannie — the thing with them is I find them compelling but mostly from an Annie perspective because I very much read her as having feelings for Britta at points in the show and am interested in what it means for her, I’m less interested in seeing them together romantically in most scenarios except for the Brittannie Carmilla au I wrote one time, that was compelling to Me. Also I do flip flop on how I feel about them if you’d asked me when I first got into community I would have been more enthusiastic and maybe I’ll change my mind again next rewatch.

Frankie x Britta — I remember being into them but I don’t remember the justification much but.. it’s a good dynamic cute first date idea surprise a girl in her car and bond over nihilism in a round about way. There is a balancing effect there.

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First Kiss-court81981 (ff.net) Summary: Pre-teen best friends Katniss and Peeta share an unexpected first kiss that could change their friendship. Everlark. Written for Prompts in Panem, Language of Flowers Challenge, Day 1, Primrose: Childhood. Five, Ten, Fifteen Christmases later…-Alliswell Summary: Prompt by MegaAULover for the Christmas in Panem Exchange: “Katniss & Peeta having their first Christmas with their newborn or discovering they are pregnant. Or the Toastbabies are running wild.” Let’s meet the Mellark’s as they prepare for Christmas at home with their little ones. For My Girls-HGfanonezillion (ao3) Summary: Katniss and Prim are hard at work studying when they get a pleasant surprise. A one shot in the world of Art and Other Distractions. Found-asmileyoucouldbottle (ao3) Summary: "Did you love Annie right away, Finnick?" I ask. "No," A long time passes before he adds "She crept up on me." Pre-trilogy, Odesta. Mostly fluff. Frayed-atetheredmind (ao3) Summary: In District 13, Haymitch finally confronts Peeta. Full Circle-Brown_Eyed_Devil (ao3) Summary: “Breathe in. Breathe out. Over and over again. It feels good to be out in the sun, to have it warm my winter chilled body. Perhaps it shall thaw out my heart too, but that can’t happen. Not yet, the time is not right. As the day warms up and begins to start in earnest, the animals become more loud in their search for food, shelter, and perhaps even a mate. They ignore me, standing as still as I am, not making a sound. I even briefly feel the tip of a wing swoop so low overhead it ruffles my hair.” Girls in White Dresses-Dracoisalooker76 (ao3) Summary: "My father can crunch numbers all he wants. I know that if I survive my next two reapings I will not be working in the bakery." Peeta and Katniss are not the tributes for the 74th Hunger Games, but it doesn't make their love story easy. Non-reaped Everlark/canon-divergence.  Growing Pains-Brown_Eyed_Devil (ao3) Summary: In a Panem where Katniss and Peeta have both aged out of the Reaping, their lives technically free of the wrath of the Capitol, they both struggle to find their footing in the harsh realities of Twelve. Change is in the air though, and things are happening fast. Haymitch's Bar and Grill-Chele20035 (ao3) Summary: Prim has a date with a cute new guy, and begs Katniss to come along. Katniss meets Peeta Hello-HGfanonezillion (ao3) Summary: "Haymitch had told Effie not to be a stranger and it was him who was lacking in effort. She had tried, he knew. But every time the phone rang, he'd ignored it. He knew the times she'd tried calling because she'd immediately call Peeta and beg him to come over to check that Haymitch was okay."

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Love & Angst Chapter 5

Chapter 4 here

Note: Three chapters three days in a row! That said, it's back to reality tomorrow (stupid work, bleh). Soooo I probably won't be able post again until the end of this upcoming week or next weekend. But I have lots of ideas of how this story will continue. Hope you enjoy, and thank you so much for reading.

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The Date

If you thought you were nervous about texting the man, your nerves were all an all-time high now getting ready for your coffee date. You took a deep breath; it was 3:00pm at this point, so you started getting ready by grabbing a quick shower. After your shower, you blow dried your (H/C) hair, and decided to wear it down for the date. You typically wore minimal makeup, but because you seem to always get complimented on your (E/C) eyes, you wore a little extra mascara to make your eyes really pop. Since it was a cat cafe you were going to, you decided to just wear a pair of jeans, a nice peach-colored blouse, and flat shoes. You texted a picture of your outfit to Naomi, and she replied with a thumbs up and heart eyes emojis.

By this point, it was 4:15pm, and you would be getting ready to leave soon. You sat down on your couch next to where your two cats were laying. "Annie, Jareth...I'm nervous" you exclaimed to them like they could understand you. You thought about it for a moment. Your last relationship ended over a year ago; you were with a man named Yuto. He wasn't a bad man, the relationship just fizzled out, and you both realized you were better off as friends. The was last man you had been with romantically and intimately. Not saying that this was where this was going with Shouta tonight, you just met the man. But it's something you'd have to consider, especially depending on how today went.

It was finally time to leave. You look another deep breath, said bye to Annie and Jareth, locked the door behind you, and got into your car. As you drove to the cat cafe, you thought about what you two would talk about. Despite both of your customer-service based jobs, you were actually quite introverted. You had friends, but it was a very tight, small group of people, including Naomi. You didn't have much of a relationship with your family, either, so you relied heavily on your group of friends for support and advice. Additionally, you would rather have a quiet night at home as opposed to going out and partying. You had been like that since you were younger. Alone with just your thoughts, you didn't realize you had arrived to the cat cafe.

You were a few minutes early, and they looked busy. You decided you would go inside and grab a table for the two of you. You texted Shouta, letting him know you were there and of your plans, and put your phone back in your purse. You went inside, and as luck would have it, you spotted an empty table for two. You bowed to and smiled at the barista, and went to the empty table. You looked around at your surroundings; it was a very cute cafe. There were nicely-placed pictures all over the walls of the cats that they had available for adoption, along with descriptions of their personalities. Additionally, they had really nice artwork around the cafe, light-hearted music playing overhead, and flowers in vases on all of the tables. It was very cute.

Several minutes passed by, and you pulled your phone out of your purse and frowned; it was 5:15pm and you never received a text back from Shouta. You hoped everything was okay, but deep down, you were wondering if you were getting stood up. You shook your head and tried to get that idea out of your head. You always assumed the worst possible scenario. He was the one to ask you on this date. That must mean he was interested, right? You teetered back and forth on whether you should text him again but you decided against it. If he didn't show up in another fifteen minutes, you decided that you would just leave.

Just as that last thought ended, you saw the door open and he came in looking very disheveled. He looked around the cafe until he spotted you at the table, where you gave him a small wave. He came over and stood, "Y/N, I am so sorry I'm late. I was on my way here when there was a group of villains attacking civilians. Another pro-hero and I happened to be in the vicinity where we were able to hold them down until the police arrived. I'm so sorry," he said with a frown on his face. You looked right into his eyes, "oh my gosh, Shouta, you have nothing to apologize for! That was much more important to deal with." He looked somewhat relieved as he took a seat at your table. "You've been through quite the ordeal today; how 'bout I go up the barista and order us some coffees? What's your drink of choice?"

He attempted to stop you, claiming he wanted to pay for your drinks. You gently put your hand up, "no worries, this one is on me. You can get next time..." you trailed off, being bold to assume there would already be a next time. He faintly smiled, "thank you. I'll just take a black coffee." You went up the barista, ordered a black coffee and a vanilla latte and paid for your drinks. While you were waiting on the barista to make the drinks, you glanced over at Shouta, and thankfully, he looked like he was doing the same thing as you did when you arrived; taking in his surroundings. You took this opportunity to take a good look at him. He had his ebony hair pulled back into a low ponytail with some loose strands falling out, and he was wearing a black v-neck shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows, black jeans, and black boots. For lack of a better word, he looked sexy.

The barista handed you your drinks, you thanked her and headed back to your table. "Here you go," you said with a smile as you handed him his black coffee. "Thank you," he replied, "oh, and back to what you said, I do hope there's a next time, too." You smiled at him, but internally, you were squealing again. You've barely talked to this man, yet you were both already hoping there would be a next time. "So, Y/N, tell me about yourself." There it was, the question you were dreading. You loathed talking about yourself. But hey, that's the only way a person is going to get to know you. So you began.

The conversation that ensued flowed a lot more easily than you expected. You two talked about how you were Endeavor's sister, and the reason why you dropped your nephew, Shoto, off at the gala the other night. You told him that you were quirkless, but that you really admired pro-heroes and all of the work they did to protect citizens. You talked about both of your jobs, your home, and your friends, where Naomi inevitably came up. "She was very nice to us," Shouta continued, "and it seemed that she and Present Mic really hit it off." Ohhhhhh, she was definitely going to bring that up to Naomi later. Sly girl. The conversation continued to flow, where you both talked about your love of coffee, music, and cats. He stated that he was sad that he didn't have any, as he looked at the cats walking around the cafe. He was just so busy between teaching and his underground hero work, that it wouldn't be fair to the cat. One particular cat seemed to especially like Shouta, rubbing up against his leg. He smiled as he leaned down to pet her.

You then talked about how you were introverted, especially compared to Naomi, who was the epitome of an extrovert. Then for the first time, that's when you heard him laugh. Not a hearty laugh, but a small chuckle. "That explains why she and Present Mic got along so well." You smiled back at him. "Y/N, I meant to ask you, how do you know All Might? I saw you give him a hug at the gala the other night," Shouta asked. "Oh, Toshinori actually saved my life once, and we've been friends ever since." You went on to explain how it wasn't villains that he saved you from, but from a group of thugs who nearly assaulted you. Shouta frowned at that statement, "I'm sorry that happened to you. I'm glad he was there to protect you." You shrugged, "it was a situation where I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and he was in the right place at the right time. I made a good friend out of the ordeal, so in a strange, twisted way, it was meant to be."

The conversation continued to flow so easily, like you two had known each other for years. You were relieved by that time, telling Shouta about how nervous you were for this date. He tilted his head to the side and grinned, "why were you nervous? I'm not that scary, am I?" You laughed in return, "no of course not." Should you tell him? You didn't want to necessarily speak on the tunnel vision you experienced when you first laid eyes on him, that would be too much for a first date. "Well, let's just say I......noticed.....you at the gala the other night. And then you came into the restaurant I work at last night, it was just so coincidental, like we were supposed to meet or something," you said quietly. You can't believe those words just came out of your mouth; you were now blushing so hard. He just smiled in return, looking down at his empty cup of coffee.

Suddenly, the barista announced that the cafe would be closing in fifteen minutes. You hadn't realized how much time had gone by, and the cafe was nearly empty besides one other table. You looked at Shouta, "well, I guess that means it's time to take our leave." He nodded in agreement, and you two proceeded to go outside. Once you were outside, he walked you to your car, and once you were at your car, you turned around to face him. You were rusty at this. What was the protocol to ending a first date? A hug? A kiss? It's like every thought on previous first dates you've been on completely vanished, and you had no clue what to do. To make matters worse, Shouta appeared to have no clue what to do or say either, seemingly just as rusty at this as you are. You finally talked and smiled up at him, "I had a very nice time tonight." He seemed relieved at this, "I did too, Y/N. I know we're both busy with our jobs, but I would like to see you again sometime." You instantly replied, "I would like that, too." You two stood there for a few seconds and stared at one another, still unsure what to do. "Well, you get home safely. I'll hopefully talk to you soon." And with that, he swiftly walked away in the opposite direction. For the second time in two days, you gawked at him as he walked away.

You won't lie, you were hoping for a kiss. You didn't need a full make-out session (although if that happened, there would have been no complaints on your end), but a small kiss would have been nice. You shook that thought out of your head and smiled; he wanted to see you again. That was a good thing! You got into your car, and smiled the entire drive home. You couldn't wait to get on the phone with Naomi when you got home and tell her everything, and also grill her about her apparent flirtation with Present Mic. When you got home, you practically sang hello to your cats; you were on cloud nine. You pulled your phone out of your purse and placed it on your kitchen counter, walking away and missing the text from Shouta:

"I really did have a nice time tonight, Y/N. I look forward to seeing you again."

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To be continued!