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airplane pt.2

minatozaki sana x soccerplayer!reader (remixed) || pt.2

synopsis: the world’s game is calling, but will you be able to kick off your feelings in time before sana loses her chance?

warnings: fluff ; bit of pining ; a pinch of slowburn ? ; angst if you really squint

a/n: long explanation at the end of the fic!

the good news was way too good to be true, but you’re blanked out from all the white noise in your head to even listen in the first place.

“i-i literally don’t know what to say…it’s happening all too fast.”

“oh! i’m not asking you to decide now. don’t shoot the messenger here.” the woman, kim sejong, who was a representative for a professional soccer team that was interested in you clarified while raising her hands up in innocence. “i’m just formally meeting with you so that we can get some potential talks going, that's all.”

sighing out of relief, you lean back into the chair between you parents, the both of them laughing while you try to hide your flushed face.

sejong stands up from the chair, turning back to see dex, nodding to him while he nicked his head towards you. the camaraderie was mutual between all parties while she grabbed a card from her briefcase.

“my contact information.” she hands the business card to dex.“it’s good to finally meet you and i hope we can stay in touch.” sejong says, smiling to you and your parents exchanging nods and goodbyes before being led on her way out to the front door.

you were literally just having a normal day with some free practice and the one of many dates/hangouts already with sana just twenty minutes ago, but here you were in a state of shock as to what’s being realized in your head: the contract offers. an actual signature for a team that was interested in your talents—to dumb it down even more; you were about to go pro.

dex comes back with his hands clasp together while your mom tries to make you snap out of your daydreaming again, shaking you while you brush her off in a slight annoyance. “well, i think that was one of the more interesting things to happen today, don't ya think?”

“dex,” you try to gather your thoughts together, “how did you—”

“i didn’t call or ask around this time, she came to us.”

you nod. “makes sense, never mind then.”

“great news either way! from what i heard at rin’s camp, she already signed and sealed her deal to the interested team.

“what?” your mom exclaims in surprise, hand over her mouth while you were just left in awe with what you just heard. “she’s already signed?”

“well, she’s the one who got the first ranking after all, so of course she’d be the go-getter between you two.” dex replies, raising a glass of water to you in a small celebration. “actually, she’s overseas right now getting the final details done and over with.”

“but the rankings have only been out for a freaking week or so! that’s insane of her to do that i can’t believe it!”

“remember what we talked about y/n, the project we discussed about last time initially was more of a hypothesized approach, given how the teams are currently holding up in the league currently.”

dex slides a glass of water to you, mindlessly taking it to drink while both of your parents started to leave the table to get on with their responsibilities around the house. even though there were still a lot of things to consider, becoming a pro was the only thing you’ve been dedicating most of your life to. you’re still in disbelief that you’ve managed to balance everything in between, but sana’s words rang through your head like a phone alarm.

“all of those practices and games will finally be worth it in the end.”

“every step of the way….”

pondering, almost pensive, you shake your head from the thought of what sana would feel if you told her about your contract offers. knowing how supportive she was, you knew that her answer would always be the same as yours. even if you tried to reason with her, she’d win you over anyway—that’s just how she was with you, with her parents, everybody for that matter.

“is there a deadline that we have to confirm by?” you ask dex, swiping the business card to see the number and signature of sejong’s finely written in ink, looking back at him while he scrolled on his phone texting a plethora of journalists, other big soccer team higher-ups, and even fellow agents trying to get rid of all the notifications on the message app.

“well let’s not jump to conclusions now.” he laughs, putting out his hand for the business card back. “if anything, we can hold out until january to get more teams involved. keeping you here would be a crime with the amount of phone calls i get on a daily basis. be thankful that your phone isn’t much active compared to mine.”

“should’ve thought twice before i made you my agent then.”

“pull up your phone right now and show me your text and call history, i bet it has sana all over it.”

you sigh again, opening up your phone before sliding it to dex’s side of the table, skimming through the texts and phone calls. he chuckles at the screen of the hours-long calls and short text messages back and forth with sana. having nothing to hide, you just lift an eyebrow with a simple smirk across your face.

“after all these years, and you still haven’t made it past that stage.”

(well, you’re not oblivious or deaf to what dex and your friends have been saying about you and sana for so long now.)

“i–”

“you don’t think more than three times about signing for a team, but can’t bring yourself to confess to the girl that you’ve been crushing on since you were eight? talk about having your priorities straight y/n.” dex adds, not even leaving you a chance to even state your case.

dex watches you hang your head in defeat of the argument, lightly tapping the table before going on with the rest of your evening doing whatever. “you staying for dinner?”

“what’s your mom making tonight?”

“chicken adobo, one of your favorites.”

“nice!” dex giggles, wiggling your hand while you slap his head to stop him. “but seriously though, time is short y/n, are you gonna regret not saying what you’ve been venting to me about for the past two to three years?”

“lets not bring back that fight we had from a while back.” you quip, “are the news outlets gonna be about me in the next couple of days? ‘

“expect them to be out by tomorrow or the day after.”

“great, i’ll worry about signing until then.”

“still haven’t answered my question though.”

“what question?”

—

your mind may be clouded from all of the contract offers whirling in your head, but muscle memory is your best friend when you seamlessly belt another ball into the top corner of the open net, still impressed at the curvature of the shot.

liz, your fellow vice captain and other close friend, gives you an icy coo when you roll out another ball from the bunch next to the bag, letting it run away before stopping along the grass. “so i take it that the talks are going well?” liz asks, flatly shooting a ball across the ground into the goal. “you’ve been awfully quiet about your side of the whole thing.”

“i like to keep that stuff private,” you say, “you know how i operate about these things.”

“but it still doesn’t beg the question however.“ liz interjects, rolling another ball to you before you chip the ball up, dinking the crossbar by doing so. “where do you see yourself going?”

“who knows?” you laugh out, rolling a third ball back and forth under your foot. “london, rome, japan, korea, maybe even here? it’s still a lot to ponder about.”

you and liz both look towards the set of benches behind to the side, the sweet sound of laughter filling your ears as sana, tzuyu, and mina all share a conversation together on a break. liz sees your gaze soften towards sana while the small gust of wind blows past through you, leaving little to no motion from it while you’re blatantly staring.

“all i’m saying is y/n,” liz sighs out, smacking you on the shoulder lightly, causing you to lose your balance. “probably too many times to count at this point, but sooner or later things are going to change drastically. you’ve gotta say something to her, and you’re too oblivious to things as it is.”

snapping out, you give liz a dirty look knowing that it was a joke before you look back to sana, giving a long lasting daze in which she notices, waving from the bench while you simply raise your hand up in acknowledgement towards the trio. “don’t tell me she drove here too.” liz says, making you chuckle at the thought.

“god, no.” you say. “after that one time late at night. i had to beg my mom not to give her the access code again.”

liz kicks in another ball towards the goal, but it’s deflected wide, giving her a nod of the effort. “are you going to spend the remaining time here with sana from here on out?”

“not today, but next time for sure if i don’t get a text from you asking to get a shooting session in.”

—

the next time you saw and hung out with sana, you were helping her with baking some cookies for the sleepover party that she was invited to by momo and a few others. ingredients are scattered all across the kitchen island, utensils and plates fill up the sink, and you’re frowning at the fact that you have two handprints over your chest with sana laughing hysterically at the image.

“you’re so cute!” sana laughs out, and you shake your head while you put your hands on her shoulders to stop her from jumping around too much. “you should’ve seen the look on your face when i put them on the apron!”

“ha ha, sana. very funny..” you say nonchalantly, dusting off the remnants of the flour poofed on your body from your hands now that the cookies were in the oven almost done baking, so there was a little bit of extra time on your hands. “how long are you gonna be at momo’s for?”

“probably for the weekend. why’d you ask?”

“i thought this sleepover was planned for the rest of—never mind.” you say, taking off the apron before setting it onto the high chair behind you. “since we’re off from class for the next week or so, i thought that you guys would be more excited to spend some quality time together.”

“well, it’s because you’re too busy with your soccer stuff to have time with us anymore.” sana pouts, a chuckle leaving your nose while you fished for your phone to change the song that was playing on the speaker that sana brought down from her room. “you’re still taking me to momo’s, right?”

“after taking my car to see me that one time, you’re strictly back to being my passenger princess.”

sana arches her brows in question, causing you to mirror the same look from her face, the balls in her eyes capturing yours while she sets herself in front of you. seeing her like this inside these four walls does something to you on the inside, this gaze that you’ve seen for so many years now—why does it feel like it gets better every time you see her?

“y/n.” sana calls out to you, and you swear something just clicks in your brain everytime you hear it.

“yes?”

“is there…something you want to tell me?” sana asks with pleading eyes.

you’re thrown off by the initial question. a part of you wants to say what you’ve been wanting to say for three years out of the many with sana. i like you, sana. you. i’m in love with you. always have, for the longest time. everything just seems to wash away when i see you smile. all of my worries and burdens are swept under the rug when we have moments like these. i don’t want this to end. not once, if at all. but, cowardice was always your enemy in life. so you say,

“well, i’m still waiting to hear from dex about signing and stuff like that.” a lame answer, your second thoughts won again this time. “it’s been pretty quiet for about a day or so, but no. you look pretty with the two buns in your head.” you smile, tapping the back of sana’s hair while she accepts the compliment by smiling.

“thank you as always, y/n. always noticing the great things about me.”

(oh, she has no idea. or does she?)

“anything for one of the prettiest best friends i know.” you agree, moving a part of sana’s hair before your eyes trail down the features on her face. just like your daydreaming, you’re distracted by the curve of her smile, the way her lips are so easily contoured with the rest of her skin. the universe in those eyes that probably picture sunshine and rainbows wherever she goes. this perfect, yet calming storm that eases you, it’s scary.

you’re also not helping your case when you have a floating hand next to sana’s head, barely touching your hair like she was some art piece. a soft smile is all you could bear to keep yourself calm while sana lightly blushed from the action, looking down to the floor when the compliment you just said finally registered in her mind. “gosh, why are you—“

“shh,” you stop her sentence, “look up for me real quick.”

sana slightly looks up, her face wildly more attractive with the worry from her eyes along the flush of light pink breaking through her face when you bring your thumb across her upper lip.

you, on the other hand, are playing the role of some guardian protecting their treasure the way your fingers curl on her chin and lips, wiping away the bit of cookie dough that sat there for too long to get you bothered. eyes relaxing up while sana’s gaze lasers through you like a knife in butter, but you have every urge to resist the notion of kissing her right here and now, to not say anything after and just play it off coolly like you always did before.

she clutches your wrist, not wanting your hand to be pulled away from the bottom half of her face—as if she too, wants this to happen. “sana.” you murmur, the way the double syllables of her name rolls out of your lips so effortlessly, she’s gravitating towards you, the thumping in your chest overpowering the neurons in your brain like you wanted this to happen. she’s got you wrapped gently around her finger and before anything else could happen—

ding!

reflexively, you adjust your head slightly upwards while sana falls into your chest, a place where she’s been before, and the way her hands clutch to your sweater while you’re holding her at the waist like you’ve caught her countless times, you can’t help but snort at sana’s clumsiness that she was normally known for in a few cases.

“you had cookie dough on your lips.” you say looking down slightly at the girl somewhat hugging like a sloth on a tree, patting her back to comfort while she shakes her head into the fabric, almost wanting to bury herself more into it because she too knows too that the time is short. eventually, she pulls away standing up, patting down her apron while you rub your eyes as a cover up.

“thanks again for helping me.” sana says, cleaning her throat while you hum and nod in responde before starting to put away some of the ingredients back into the cupboards. “oh, y/n i can just do the cleaning. let me.”

“no, you should go get your bags ready. i still have to drive you to the store to get that ice cream that jihyo asked for.” you reply, continuing to put a box of baking soda into the cabinet while sana waved her hands in protest.

“go wash up. i got this.”

“alright, if you insist.” you say, making your way to the bathroom behind the kitchen. “go ahead and change the song on my phone if you want to.”

sana hums, contemplating on whether she’d use this small window to see what was on your phone. it wouldn’t be any surprise, you had one game which was wordscapes that made sana burst out in laughter when you were playing it at a soccer tourney earlier this year, claiming that you were a mom with your glasses while cooling down for the next match.

other than that, your phone just had the essential apps and social media platforms, but sana let curiosity get the best of her when she sees an article headline about your situation of where you were going to play professionally.

the more sana read past the article title, the more she started to worry. time was short, and the clock was winding down before you eventually leave your home to embark on your journey as an athlete. sana understood how much this meant to you, but she can’t help but think that you’re being pulled away from her with the amount of rumors and coverage that you’ve been getting recently.

she’s happy for you, but at the same time she’s hurt that her longtime best friend that she’s shared more than a third of her life with, was going to walk out on to bigger and better things. an unsaid promise that’s breaking on a thread, and even with the tap water flowing down in her hands and fingers, it feels like you were slipping through sana as well.

“everything okay?”

sana gasps out startled, water drops stained on your clothes and hers while you chuckled at how easily scared she could get. “sorry to scare you.” you say, placing your chin along the crook of her collar bone, “you’ve been pretty quiet for a bit.”

“well—it’s, uh—“

you look over to the left of her, the screen on your phone showing an article that you’ve already read earlier after, clicking your lips and exhaling out, grabbing your phone to get a closer look to what sana read.

“it’s just news stuff, sana.” you reassure, “i still have time left to think about everything.”

everything. sana thinks. why won’t you tell me about the good news? we don’t keep secrets from each other. not at all, not ever. so why now?

“i tried not to read as much.” she says, hiding the lie of worry underneath.

“good, just focus on the now.” you say, patting her back before checking the finished cookie batch in the oven. “let’s go, i put your bags in the car already, so get your shoes.”

“okay. give me your extra hoodie then.”

—

“have you heard about the news with y/n and rin? they’re the biggest talk of the week so far!” sullyoon asks the group of girls at the end of momo’s sleepover, putting down a red five during their game of uno. sana looks up around the table, meeting eyes with the five (including her which makes six) while the light sound of music lowers in order to get a better hearing of the conversation.

“well, i know that y/n and rin are like the best players out of everyone in the team,” jihyo says, her bright tone making sana smile at the thought of you always striving to be at your best when playing. “so i wouldn’t be surprised if they weren’t being approached by all of the sports biz fanatics.” she slaps down a red plus two, “uno!”

the next person, maki, draws two cards from the deck, staring at her hand before putting a red seven in the middle. “i know that rin’s already made her deal official, according to the coach after practice following the exit trials.” next was momo’s turn, eating an orange slice before the color changed to blue in the game.

sana sighs out, placing her hand flat on the table. “y/n has been keeping most of that stuff away from me.” she says, “claiming that she doesn’t want me to worry about her future and all that.”

“you think so?” sullyoon asks, hugging sana out of sympathy.

“i don’t know,” sana replies, tensing up slightly. “we hardly keep secrets from each other, and we’re open to everything. it just feels weird.”

“maybe,” momo interrupts, “it could be something other than the whole soccer business.” jihyo slaps momo’s arm, wincing at what she just said before bowing her head as an apology.

“what do you mean by that?” sana asks quizzically, tilting her head towards her fellow dancing classmate. momo and jihyo both share a look with each other, unsure if it was the right call to even discuss it with the others. as sleepovers go: whatever is said during this time stays between them, so they nod in agreement.

“well,” momo starts again. “this is kinda obvious to point out, but everyone thinks that you and y/n look good together.”

“what?”

“it’s true.” jihyo adds, grabbing a spoonful of the pistachio ice cream that you and sana brought for her. “it’s so obvious.”

“guys….” sana groans out, “we’ve been over this already. y/n and i have been friends since we were little. there’s no way that she has feelings for me.”

“you’re not out of the discussion too ya know.” maki butts in to prove the point. “i’ve seen how y/n looks at you everytime there’s games, practices, or even team dinners. she’s got the eyes for you, and they don’t lie.”

“i–”

“sana, you’re notorious for being more touchy with everyone here.” jihyo states, “but when you’re with y/n, you just seem even more clingy to her compared to the rest of us.”

“but that’s how i am!” sana pouts, the argument was too great to go against. the group around the table all share a laugh while sana rolls her eyes. maki looks down at her phone, expression lighting up instantly from what she read. “oooh! we got it! let’s go!”

“the tickets for the winter festival fair?” sullyoon asks in shock.

“yep! jeno said that he managed to get some extra tickets for us, better to go now that way there’s nothing fishy going on.”

the sleepover group all get up collectively to get ready, and sana can’t help but think to herself as to what just happened. pressing the bridge of her nose and sighing out to relive the slight embarrassment she almost put herself through. sana looks back on all of the moments you shared with her, the way you and her would study at the library while waiting for your mom to pick you two up from school, to when sana was scared for her life when you first got your driver's license, all of the moments of arm holding, shoulder bumping, leaning, hugging, sana mindlessly kissing you on the cheek as her way of showing appreciation, the laughs to the point where you’re gasping for air—

“do you know who else is coming?” jihyo asks, almost ready and at the front door.

“jeno didn’t say, but i think it’s three or four more people.”

sullyoon taps sana’s shoulder, startling her for a millisecond before catching her breath. “are you just gonna go out like that, sana?”

“yeah,” sana says. “i’ll get my coat and bags real quick.”

—

sana clutches onto her handbag while her other hand is balled up into a fist with a heat pack in the pocket. her woolen puffer jacket serving as a solid protector from the chilly outdoors while there’s sets of lights hanging over her, the sound of children laughing and games being won in and around the fair. she’s hanging near the main entrance with momo, sullyoon, and maki just waiting for jihyo to get back from her car.

“i’m so glad we’re able to go today!” sullyoon beams, “i’ve always wanted to come here as a kid!”

“i mean, they have this every year as it is, it’s just that you’re busy with sleeping all day.” momo says, “when is jihyo coming back? we’ve been here for at least ten minutes already.”

“she’s getting something from the car, and jeno called me to hang back so that we can all get the tickets together.” maki replies, checking her phone to see if he texted or not. she looks up, “there they are!”

sana along with the three turn their heads towards a small group of people approaching them. jihyo with her trusty small backpack behind her, along with jeno who was actually working at the gate for the parking lot before finishing up, and then there were tzuyu and mina who also tagged along.

her eyes catch one person adjacent to tzuyu’s left side, you.

though it hadn’t been that long, given that it was roughly about three or four days of the sleepover, sana scans your whole look that simply exemplifies a cool, hype girl similar to momo’s and mina’s hip style. your hair was neatly done, complemented by the sleek black cropped puffer jacket layered under with a simple hoodie with wide-fitted pants and cool sneakers - you made the effort to look good whenever and wherever you went, making the whole world your runway.

the small group combines with the other waiting at the entrance, exchanges of hi’s and hugs are being shared all around and sana makes her way to you while you stood still as always, unmoved or unfazed like a stone. you greet sana with a simple, “hi.” with the same energy and tone you always had with her, smiling when she tilts her head to return the greeting.

“didn’t expect you to come.” sana says, pulling your bottom lip out with a sad look from the first words she uttered towards you.

“well, surprise!” you cheer, raising your hands lightly to commemorate the present moment before chuckling from embarrassment, “actually, jeno texted me if i was free and jihyo said that you guys were pretty much done with the slumber party so we just moved your bags back into my car for after.”

“alright, is everyone here?” jihyo asks the group, being the natural leader that she is. jeno is right behind her, talking to one of his coworkers explaining the whole ticket situation to make it easier to get in and before you know it, everyone makes their way inside the festival.

“you chilly?” you question sana, placing the outer part of your fingers across her cheek, sana starts to burn up from the sudden contact.

“i have a heat pack,” she replies, pulling it out of her pocket before placing it against your face, feeling the fingertips grazing your cheek as the heat pack warms up your face just enough to hide the red color from breaking through. sana pulls it away soon after while you two catch up with the group up ahead.

sana looks over again, the sight of you being lost in the bright lights with the sound of kids running and screaming happily all in her vision. sana can’t help but wonder about the endless thoughts she’s seen and heard from you after all these years of being close friends—but you’re quick to come back to earth to catch sana leering.

“my turn to say you’re staring off into space again. ”

sana clears her throat while you try to stifle your laugh, causing her to tap your arm and act all hurt because of it. “not funny.”

“you said it to me! were you dozing or were you looking at the lights?”

“shut up.” sana says, keeping her gaze locked forward while the group stops at the center of the fairgrounds. after a brief discussion of what to do, here was the plan: games and rides plus eating in between.

“you ready to have a fun day at the fair?” sana asks you, bright-eyed with excitement.

“i’ll always follow you, sana. lead the way.”

—

to jihyo, momo, tzuyu, and the rest of the group you were with, it was just a normal hangout with friends. but with sana, this was just another typical hangout or date that was filled with endless amounts of fun no matter what was happening or where you and her would go to do it.

despite the chill that seems to envelop everyone around the fairgrounds, prompting people to huddle close to one another to keep warm, the cold doesn’t seem to bother you even when you’re able to see your own breath. sana might have underestimated the elements this time around, staying closer to you and being more clingy how she normally is with her arm linked with yours while waiting in line for rides or watching tzuyu get a chance at one of the many fair games.

you and sana both indulged in the activities around the grounds too, winning a small shiba plushie from the ring toss that sana wanted, to winning the horse race by spraying water into the target. there was also a fierce competition of who can shoot the basketball in a contest between you, mina, and jihyo. mina won that challenge surprisingly, since park jihyo doesn’t even know how to shoot a basketball in the first place.

the group settles in a sea of tables for a food break. you and sana both share a funnel cake plate where sana would be dying of laughter (again) when your nose is riddled with whipped cream, getting a rise out of everyone because of how stupid you looked. you’re not an easy person to lose to, so you scooped a finger of whipped cream before smearing it over sana’s cheek, leaving her completely shocked while it was your turn to laugh at her again while she made an angry pout towards everyone. sana looks over to you again with a soft glance in your eyes, a look of love—and she can’t stop the heat rising in her cheeks the more you indulge in her features, like time slowed down around you two for an eternity.

sana wants to know what you’re keeping from her, to peer into your eyes like she has multiple times before. the chances for her to initiate something that should be second nature to her as a close friend, but there’s something pulling within that’s holding back from doing so. you look out towards the crowd and the group around the table again before tzuyu says that they should do some more stuff before leaving.

there’s few more fair games played here and there, and maki points out to you at a soccer shootout challenge, and the guy that’s in charge of the attraction calls you forward to step up and try. it was really nothing too difficult, just a penalty shootout but the robot goalkeeper was famous for blocking nearly 99% of everyone’s attempted shots. like the cool individual you were, you treated it like any normal set piece during practices and matches. the group behind you all got low with energy before you started the run up, hitting the ball perfectly into the top corner where the machine goalie couldn’t reach.

everyone was left in awe while you just simply shrugged your shoulders, the guy in the attraction in disbelief that you managed to get it in, especially on the first try. well, i mean, you are a burgeoning professional soccer player, so maybe it could be a fluke or just pure talent. sana watches you pick out a prize from the top row, which was a huge polar bear. she could see it as your spirit animal, so it was a perfect choice.

it was almost the end, and most of the rides were on their last call before closing. “we should do this one as our last!” jihyo yells, pointing to one of the biggest rollercoasters the festival had. the format of the kart was weird, the front row was only two people with the rows being three seats a person, and the group that you and sana were with totaled up to eight people. “who wants to take the front row?” maki asks, looking amongst the group.

“i want to!” sana answers, raising your hand up to volunteer.

“ahhh, about that.” you start. “i think i might just sit this out.”

“what?!” jeno exclaims, “why?”

you don’t think twice about it, but you clinch sana’s hand before she could approach jihyo to ask if she wanted to join the front row with her. “it’s my least favorite ride here. i have bad experiences with this roller coaster specifically.”

sana twists around, noticing her hand being pulled by you. “but you’ll be with me? we’ve gone on a bunch of rides around here already! just one more, please?”

“guys, really. i’m good, don’t worry about me.”

“you can take a soccer ball to the face, but won’t get on the rollercoaster ride with the rest of us?” maki asks, rolling your eyes from the question.

you bite the inside of your cheek, trying to ignore the group collectively convincing you to get on for one more ride before going home. looking away wasn’t gonna help and sana pulls your head back down with her hand before she looks at you intensely.

“alright, for this ride i’ll go with you guys.”

everyone cheered, and you’re probably regretting agreeing to get on the ride.

because you hate heights.

and here you were, on the front row about to get into the ride. no turning back now even when you’re already strapped in. “you look pale.” sana says, looking over to you while you kept your face straight ahead. “oh i’m fine,” you reply. “i just didn’t think you forgot about my thing with high places.”

“oh, we can ask to get off if you want.”

“no. i’ll stay here. i want to do this.” you cough out, clutching sana’s hand for comfort, clinching tightly while sana looks at the difference in size from her hands to yours. it wasn’t that big, but your hand was slightly larger than hers, perfectly placed as it should belong—where it was meant to be all this time.

the ride starts forward, jihyo whoops out in excitement while tzuyu cringes next to her. momo was also along the pair in the row behind, with mina, maki, and jeno in the last row while it stars to ascend slightly. your heart is beating by the second, the more the car got close to the top. you’re holding sana’s hand throughout the entire time and before you knew it, it was at the peak before the big drop.

“sana,” you start, “i just… wanted to let you know about something...” sounding like you were about to die with the amount of hyperventilating you’re doing. sana is left bewildered, stunned at the fact that you’re not even looking up towards the view. she wants to say something, to calm you down, but her words are jumbled to not even speak. “wha–”

the rest of your words are barely registered in sana’s mind with the added suspension of just literally hanging in the rollercoaster. but sana couldn’t believe that of times and places, you’d address it this way: your feelings for sana. being confessed right out of your mouth. then, gravity and machinery play their role to bring you two back to earth.

sana is mentally checked out by the time the ride comes back down to the loading dock. you’re still holding her hand when the harnesses are lifted, and you nudge sana to stop her from zoning out while everyone else behind you was already on their way towards the exit. “c’mon, they’re waiting for us at the end of the photo section.”

at the beginning of this hangout, sana was the one leading. now at the end of it, you’re stepping up to be the one first going forward when you reach the group waiting for you and sana right outside of the ride. the remainder of walking around before getting to the parking lot, sana was just silent when she’s tailing behind you before stopping with the rest of the group.

“i think that was a fun time.” momo says, holding up sullyoon who was a bit sleepy after a long and fun day. “so i guess this means we’re all heading home now?”

“well, jihyo and i are gonna get some food.” maki says, leaning her head on jeno while he was yawning. “what about you sana?”

sana looks up, confused, her head spinning trying to think about all of the things that just happened in the span of twenty minutes. she stays quiet for a second, before trying to say—

“i think i’ll have to pass.” you answer for her. “i’m pretty tired as it is, but i can take sana home since we put her bags in my car.” you say, reminding jihyo why it took a bit longer to meet up with the rest of the peeps earlier.

“okay.” jihyo says, looking over to tzuyu and mina. “i guess we’ll see you guys later?”

“yeah, just let me know when the next thing happens.”

goodbyes are being shared, and you’re already putting distance from the rest of the group with sana, walking over to your car as the silence fills up the air when you get inside. sana clicks her seatbelt in, and before you start the car, you look over. “sana.”

she answers with her eyes landing on you, the same worried look you had when you talked to her about the whole exit trial situation at the cafe, not saying anything still before she hums in response. “you okay?”

“yeah. i’m good. just tired.”

you nod, not even putting a piece of mind how much of an idiot you were. sana wants to be mad at you, for keeping something from her that was vitally as important to anything that was happening in her life. that, and the fact that you basically confirmed everything that sana assumed for a little more than over two years. you laid the first move, now it was her turn. what was she gonna do?

after a very short car ride, it was already midnight. sana proposed to get her stuff from the back of your car, but you insisted that it was better for her to get inside and just wait until the next morning to get it. perks of living next door to each other really has some benefits, so sana doesn’t even argue.

once you reach the porch at sana’s front door to her house, she stops before opening the door, turning to face you under the overhanging light. “there’s something that’s been bothering me.” she says, hands to her side. you’re looking up from the bottom of her steps before walking to match her level.

“you sound mad.”

“i am.”

the pin drops in your heart, playing back the many things that you could’ve done to set sana in this mood. “was it something i said?”

sana nods. and you’re connecting the dots, thinking about the moment back on the rollercoaster. the gears click, “look–i’m sorry—about what i said earlier.”

“y/n.” sana says, letting any rational second thought out the window. “just, hear what i have to say.”

sana collects herself before taking in a deep breath, the weight of her heart pouring out while the words are filling your ears. she lets you know how much you mean to her, and even more. sana took a leap a faith, in the hopes that you could understand her feelings. the anxious demeanor you have suddenly washed away, smiling down as sana stutters at your face.

“sana. i know.”

“you–”

pulling sana in for a hug, she melts under your grasp, clinging to you for dear life, not wanting for you to leave her space even though that’s the endgame in all of this. so she smiles, where you can’t see, gently holding her face to make her look up to you with wide eyes. “how do you want to go about this?”

you don’t say anything, leaning down with half-lidded eyes, letting the action speak for itself as sana does the same. nearly filling the space between your faces and lips, before the door abruptly opens. “sana!” her mom says, causing you to push her away slightly to not raise any more suspicion. “oh! y/n, sorry i didn’t know that you were taking sana home.”

“sorry to scare you mama tozaki.” you say,hand behind sana’s back. “we were just talking as always. you know how we are.” sana’s mom hums in response, knowing how good you were for them now as a long time friend. she lets sana know to get inside soon before closing the door to give you and her some privacy. you’re clearing your throat while sana fixes her hair.

“so, i’ll see you soon again?” you ask, sana nods, hiding the pink from her face. “yeah,” sana says, “i’ll text you.”

“cool. i can bring your bags tomorrow, or later.”

“great. goodnight y/n.”

“night, sana.”

sana steps into the house and makes way to her room upstairs. she sees through the windward looking out of you walking past her front yard to your house, in good spirits that she finally took her chance and hopes that you’ll do something about it before you leave home for good.

—

some weeks pass and all of a sudden, sana’s celebrating her birthday in her house. bombarded by her friends, relatives, and anyone that she has made some sort of connection with to send blessings and regards on her special day.

even after being surprised with a session at the spa to the party back home blowing the candles, she still hasn’t seen you all day which makes her worried that you might’ve forgotten about her despite sending her a lovely birthday text. once everyone cleared out of the house when it was almost sunset times, she answers the doorbell to see you standing there with one of the simplest street fashion outfits with a racer jacket with baggy jeans, holding out a bouquet or roses that makes her gasp at the image.

“sorry for being late, i came to scoop you up.”

“where are we going?”

“you’ll see. it’s a surprise.”

that said surprise was a spot on a hill, the cute picnic setup with a bag and basket full of your and sana’s favorite assorted foods and snacks with a wine bottle set next to it. sana was left in amazement with the effort you put into planning to get all of this together. “you planned all of this for me?”

“i had dex chip in with the idea. but yes, just us together, nowhere else.”

you’re passing sana some fruits while she’s rambling about how well she’s been treated all throughout the birthday, and lending an ear while you just watch sana have the brightest ever smile that looks best on her.

it could knock the wind out of you more and more times the second she sets eyes back to you, and you’d get back up every single time because you will.

sana feels your gaze burning through, the way the curve of your smile tugs across your face, the beauty mark you have on the lower half of your cheek, that one dimple that sana always pokes at when you scrunch your face in annoyance. her head falls a bit, lost in the map of your face when you raise an eyebrow, grabbing her hand to clasp with both when she stops speaking. “i think, it’s best if you know what’s going on with me.”

sana stops short, undivided attention now on you when you sip the last bits of your wine from the glass. her heart feels like it could stop at any moment, but she’s seen you at your worst in and out of soccer, this was no different.

“i got a contract offer.” the bombshell announcement that was all but bound to happen.

“where?”

“it’s overseas,” you reply. pulling your knees closer to your body, feet wiggling through the socks. “this has been everything i ever wanted in my life, but there’s one thing missing.”

“and that is?”

“you.”

sana’s left stunned, but also relieved that you can say it more properly this time, and not a few hundred feet up in the air. so she stays quiet, letting you take the first chance of setting your feelings to light.”

“you’ve been with me every step of the way, and i realized at that time. that you mean a lot to me than i could ever grasp.” sana’s trying everything in power to not let the natural urge of affection take over her, she just needs that push to get it across.

“i like you, sana. i’m just glad to have you in my life to begin with. and i want to express that in ways that i don’t see myself doing.”

you hear sana giggle, the sentiment of the moment left in limbo as you put your face in your hands, hiding away from embarrassment, but sana pulls your hands away, looking at you with a wistful stare, one that’s been an oath from the start. she looks hopeful, eyes glittering with a galaxy behind it, and leans closer.

sana kisses you. your best friend for so many years is kissing you. you want it to happen again and again. the kisses on the cheek aren’t anything compared to this feeling, one that you wished you'd done sooner, but that’s not the worry now. your hand slides up to sana’s face, pace steadying the more feel sana’s perfect, cherry scented lips, not wanting to make this moment end.

you’re the first to pull away, pulling a needy peck out of you that makes her let out that special giggle that is exclusively for you. “three years.” she mumbles out, brushing her lips against yours, “i’ve been waiting for you to say that.”

expectant as of sana always, she pecks your cheek when you dip your head away from the blushing you have, before you come back around to meet eyes with sana again. “you have… no idea.”

“don’t make me worry y/n.” sana says, hugging you now, the feeling of leaving not setting in again for a second, and it sucks. “no matter where you go or who you’re with, i’ll be here for you, always. remember that.”

“i think we’ll be fine.” you say, thumb rubbing the skin of her cheek while she melts to your touch. “we’ve gone through worse things than this, but we have each other.”

sana leans her head on your shoulder, looking out to the fading sunset as you wish you had more time for moments like these all over again.

—

it’s mid january, new years has come and gone, classes are back in session.

you’re sitting on a bench at the airport terminal, sana’s hand in yours. the last few weeks leading up to this have been an absolute dream that you didn’t want to wake up from. doing everything and anything to spend as much time as possible before being sucked into a different world that will swallow you whole.

you’re not much of a crier, but you can’t help but giggle at the sound of sana’s–actually, your mom’s sniffles when you and sana share a glance at each other. some conversations that you and sana talk about don’t even need words, since sana already occupied half of your mind.

“i shouldn’t be feeling nervous, but i am.” you say, sighing out with an uncertainty in your tone.

“hey! that’s not the attitude that we talked about in the car.”

“i know, it’s just—one more thing that i didn’t think it would be possible for me to make this far.”

sana leans into you, holding tightly to your arm even more than usual, it’s her way of comfort. she holds a hand out, a single pinky–a simple promise that sounds easy, but doing it is the difficult part. “promise me, that we’ll keep the space open for us.”

“what space?”

“that you’ll come back to me. no matter if we’re millions of miles apart. or if you’re having the hardest of trials, i want to be the one who hears all of it firsthand.”

“i wouldn’t want it any other way with you sana.” you say, pinky finding hers, coiling together. “i promise with all of my heart.”

the announcement of your flight is overhead on the PA system. dex, with his immaculate timing, sees you standing up, that makes sana and your parents do the same thing. you turn back to the three behind, giving a reassuring nod that this was the parting of ways.

your parents are quick to hug you, fighting back the tears from the very people that have sacrificed everything to give you the chance at the dream you dedicated since you were eight years old for. your dad pats you on the head while your mom literally doesn’t want to let you go, but she does eventually.

seeing them off, it leaves only sana. in the midst of the people walking past you two in the airport, it was just a bubble surrounding you and her.

“i guess this is it.” you say hand lingering out for hers while sana stays still. “we were always gonna end like this weren’t we?”

“y/n, stop.”

you smile, and sana smiles also. laughing to ease the tension of the occasion, but the tears are welling up in your eyes that makes this a bittersweet feeling to swallow. sana steps forward, sinking into your arms, stumbling a bit, the weight from your backpack nearly tipping your over. you’re catching a whiff of sana’s scent in her hair, to make this feeling in a capsule for you to always keep while you’re away.

sana looks up at you, leaning down for a kiss, for one last time. you’ll come back around, it’s your end of the agreement. because when you do, you’ll drop everything in your hands in trade for sana in a heartbeat. pulling away, and sana finally breaks a string of sniffles.

“i love you.” you say.

“please don’t go.” she bants. “i don’t even know what i’m gonna do when you’re not here, who am i gonna go to annoy about my problems with, and—”

“sana.” you say again, grinning. a single tear streaming down your cheek.

“i love you.” sana finally says. she’s said it before, with every weight behind the vowels and constants that carry within the eight letters. it’s so sweet like seeing cherry blossoms, you want to get lost in it over and over. “i’ll see you again soon.”

pulling away with the last touch of the fingertips, sana waves you off across the terminal. escalator ascending upwards and into the unknown territory of your dream.

a/n: hey!!! you're probably wondering why i wanted to rewrite this series in the first place. long story short, i didn't like the direction i took with this idea when i intially started writing. so i wanted to go back and somewhat remix this idea to make it more appealing to my peronal standards :) i hope this version was a lot more to your guys's liking and don't hesitate to give me your thoughts!!

#twice x reader #sana x reader #hyunie #kpop x reader #twice imagines #twice sana #minatozaki sana #sana minatozaki x reader #sana imagines

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cuddl3s4shur1 · 10 months

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•“𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄?“•

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐗 𝐘/𝐍 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐗 𝐘/𝐍

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐:𝐀 𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎:You and hobie where dating .After one big argurment who knew that he would almost lose you and your earth...

𝐀/𝐍:I Literally love this idea so much , if the Spanish and or British slang is wrong 1. Blame google and google translate.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Angst , arguing mention of atsv characters , due to me knowing the knowledge of prowler miles age HE IS AGED UP TO 21.

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲:She aware that I’m watching so she Gon put on a show -She Knows Remix by Ne-Yo

It had been 3 days since Spot had got rid of your earth for good. Before it was officially gone You and Hobie got items you loved.

You guys would get two different Flats. His would of course be right across from yours.

You and Hobie haven't really been on speaking terms due to the argument on the balcony. He has seen you around on several occasions it is obvious. Yall have the same occupation and live in the same Flat.

He try’s to see you more by playing the electric guitar late,so he can see you before he decides to go to bed . No matter how many times you complain he’s happy to see you .

Hobie happened to be on a mission while you where in your flat.

You weren’t on the mission due to you telling Miguel to remove him off of your partner list.Your Not on his partner list and he’s not yours.

When he heard the news about it he wondered why you did it. You only had one sentence on why you did it.

“To Fight My Own Battles”

He would roll his eyes at you saying his words back to him . Yes you were petty , who wouldn’t?

Right Now it was the afternoon soon it was going to become night . You where on your couch watching living single .

You hear a knock at your door . “Do I really wanna answer the door “ you question yourself.

The person beings to knock louder than the first time .

You take the blanket off your body . You walk to the door in your crop top and comfortable sweatpants.

They knock louder than they both times continue. “I’m coming ok “ you yell to them .You walk to the door , you begin to unlock the door and open it for the person. “What is it” you ask them in a unfriendly manner.

“.¿Porque estas siendo tan descarada“(Why are you being so cheeky) you friend maya asks.

“ah maya que haces aqui”(Oh, Maya, what are you doing here? )you ask her

“no puedo extrañar a mi mejor amigo”(I can’t miss my bestfriend). She asks you

“sabes que no quise decir eso entra”. (You know I didn’t mean it like that , come in) . You tell her , you open the door wide enough so she can come in .

“I know you not letting that lad take away your happiness “ she tells you .

“I’m not I just don’t wanna go out ,I still am technically taken “ you whine to her

“No excuses, bebe estas saliendo” (baby your going out ) She demands to you.

“Lemme guess your gonna rade my closet to see what you want me to wear “ you ask her

“correcta” (correct). She forces a smile and drags you to your bedroom . “I’m going to pick the outfit out because if I let you…” she shakes her head at the thought of your outfit.

“Hey I can dress! “ you tell her and laugh

“Sureeee” she says sarcastically

She begins to look through your closet , you had no idea what she was going to pick … she’s a fashion wild card .

No outfit she makes will be the same each outfit will be different.

“Ah ha “ she smiles as takes the outfit off the hanger .

“This is the … Outfit , go put it on “ she hands you the outfit- the first outfit

You go put the outfit on , you look in the mirror, it was complimenting your body and your skin. You walk out to show her the outfit.

“Oh yes , you’re wearing that , where some clear heels with that “ she smiles . You search around your room to find the heels. You find them and put the heels on . “Alright I’m finna get dressed and you can do your make up or whatever, than we leaving “ she says .

You do your makeup for a soft and natural look, you didn’t want your face to look like a whole new one . Once y put finished you looked around for a purse to match your outfit . You find the purse you where looking for . your friend is done with everything she wanted to do

Time to head out

You guys made it to the club, at first you didn't want to be there, you were only there because your friend was tired of noticing that you were slouching on the couch.

You walk around the club, chilling in the corner watching people have fun and laugh while your like “What am I doing here “ . Music starts to blast from different genres. Rnb to hip hop to afro beats back to rnb then to Latin Music.

You slowly made your way to the dance floor instead of just standing and looking like a creep. You start to dance and enjoy yourself. Many guys try to flirt with you and others are weird creeps.

The creeps take you to the bathroom, that'd when you put up a fight leaving them unconscious.

You walk out like nothing just happened

You go back to dancing catching an individual's eye. “Who's that,” he asks his friend “I don't know, it's my first time seeing her, “ they tell him.

He starts to become hesitate, did he want to say hi? Or did he wanna risk the fact of never seeing you again?

In that moment courage started to build in his body. He was going to ask you out!

He walked up to you “hola linda mami” (Hi pretty mommy ) .

She looks around trying to see who the random male was taking to :

“Estoy hablando contigo, el único bonito”(I'm talking to you , you the only pretty one) you thought the accent was cute

“Ah gracias. guapo” (Ah , thank you handsome) you respond a slight smile shows up on the face . His eyes where only on you ,

"No hay problema, mami bonita (No problem pretty mommy) He says with a wink, a slight grin shows up on your face

“Cuál es tu nombre” ( what’s your name ) he asks you

“Y/n “

“ahh bonito nombre para una chica bonita” (ahh pretty name for a pretty girl) . You smile at him

“y tu nombre” (and your name ) you ask him

“Miles “ he says

“Cute “ you tell him

“Wanna dance “ he asks you

“Why not “ you wink at him.

You guys move to the dance floor , you start to dance with him and talk . Your arms make it around his neck .

“You know I would love to , take your home or see you more “ he tells you

“I would love to also but life right now is complicated” you tell him

“What’s wrong” he asks

“Well my boyfriend, stood my family up twice and kinda disrespected me in the process “ you tell him

“Princess just know i wouldnt ever do that to you“ he says as he gives your hand a kiss.

“ i can tell “ you smirk and wink

You get a notifacation of a crime happening at a corner store.

“omg i gotta go , my friend needs me . You tell him .

“That’s um ok , my Friends are doing the same” he says , you guys both chuckle then head different ways.

“I gotta go” you give her a wink so she knows why .

You swing run to your apartment to change into your suit. You change in your suit and sling around to find the criminals.

“Not so fast ” you snatch the money out of the criminals hands. You swing back to the corner store to put the money back in store with a stick note .

“From your lovely friend-spidey” . Your spider senses start to go off as you start to draw the mini spider man . You turn around to see someone with a arrow and sleeping darts .

You start to dodge them one by one until he shoots you in the foot. “Oopsie spidey spidey “ the voice whispers to you . It tosses you over the shoulder, the person walks out leaving the note and the money.

Meanwhile with Hobie

Hobie started to head to your apartment to apologize. He brought some flowered and some chocolate. He climbed through your flats window by picking it with a lock pick .

He sits in your arm chair hoping you wake up , so he can give you the flowers and chocolate. He turns on your bedroom light to see the club outfit on the ground. Your purse was thrown on the bed and your heels where on the side .

He realized your phone was on the charger “you left your phone on the charger “ he mumbles keeping it as a mental note.

He checks your phone to see a notification from a friend saying, “be safe, text me when you get home from saving crime” she says .

Hobie became concerned and confused, what crime was she talking about.

He begin to look around the flat , maybe you where in another room. He checks all the rooms, and the nook and crannies .

You were nowhere to be found.

He takes a break in the couch searching about recent crimes that happened in the area . He found a link talking about “corner store robbery” . He clicks on the link . And scans the article with his eyes , he stops seeing the keyword “Spider” His eyes start to light up , with hope . He read the sentence in his mind

“Superhero Spider Girl , would come to the rescue and return the money “ he begins to smile at it . “ That’s my girl “ he says with a smirk .

Although he was proud you happend to get the money back , he was also worried.

He proceeded to hologram Miguel about the issue . “ Find y/n’s location “ he demanded. They started to try to find it . “We don’t have it “ he says . “Well try harder” he told him . “Look I think she’s missing so if you don’t find her , I will” he told Miguel .

Miguel started to try and find it , yet he couldn’t. Hobie hanged up the hologram. In slight anger , he felt like no one was taking it seriously.

It wasn’t like he could just go to the police and ask them to make a missing person report on you , because they would ask how do you know and what was your evidence .

He started to create a rescue plan , and a way to find the location.

Meanwhile

You wake up ,you feel the back of your body on cushion, you feel tied down . You start to wiggle your legs , chains start to rattle.

“You can stop you know, you can’t escape” The prowler says .

“Oh fr , I couldn’t tell “ you say in a sarcastic tone

“Funny , really funny “ the prowler says .

“I know I’m really good at making jokes “ you tell him .

“So what was the point of you know like , taking me “ you ask the prowler

“You have a nice bounty “ he smiles .

“ Aye “ you joke .

“Don’t you find this serious “ he asks .

“Kinda , but anyways how’s your day” you ask him

The prowler becomes confused but begins to talk about it .

“Well you know I went to the club with my friends because they basically forced me to go.But while I was their I met someone named Y/n.She is really pretty, but I might not see her again “ he told you

You started to giggle at him . “You find that funny “ he asks you . “sí, cariño” (Yes , Honey). You laugh

The prowler becomes confused “Eres tú” (it’s you ) . He questions you , you begin to chuckle .

“si cariño, soy yo” you smile , he begins to take off your spider mask. “Surprise” you say . “Ah Mami” he smiles , before clicking the mask off .

He begins to lower the punching bag and unties the chains from the back. “Hey” you smile at him . “Hey” he says to you . “Do you have like a shirt I can wear , only have the suit” you joke to him. “Don’t worry , I got you “ he smiles and winks .

You and miles head to his apartment, which is where he gives you one of his shirt . You make him turn around and leave his bedroom, while you change .

You leave his bedroom and you see him on the couch watching , Friday . You begin to watch the movie with him , you lay on his chest , he places his hand on your stomach.

“But I got you home though “

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dartheclipse0816 · 5 months

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Trolls Band Together

Hello once again, everyone.

At this point, I’m sure you all already know why I’m not as active as I used to be.

But if some of you need a refresher, in Layman's terms, being an adult, with the responsibilities that all comes with being an adult, has left me very busy, and it just caused me to lose interest in Tumblr and only come back for short periods of time, from time to time.

But now, now that the newest Trolls movie, Trolls Band Together, has released, I figured I’d write my thoughts about it.

But before I begin, I must give you all a heads up: There’s going to be major spoilers with what I’m about to talk about, so if you are reading this and haven’t seen the movie yet but still want to see it, if you don’t want the movie to be spoiled, then don’t read this any further. It’s going to have major spoilers.

But, for those who have seen the movie, well, here’s what I have to say:

I loved it.

I loved the music, the animation, the voice acting, as well as the all the new characters and the chemistry between the new and returning characters.

I appreciated that the movie started acknowledging the Bergens again and gave them a more prominent role in the movie after they mostly went ignored for a long time after the first movie, Trolls Holiday, and the first few seasons of TTBGO (even though it and Trollstopia aren’t canon to the movies). Seeing Gristle and Bridget finally getting married and contributing significantly to the plot was nice to see, and cute, I'd say.

I also thought it was cool seeing that Branch also once was part of a band with his four older brothers, and him going through the movie trying to reconnect with them, while difficult for him after they left him in his childhood, was still nice to see, especially with Floyd. It was nice seeing Floyd comfort Branch when he was a baby, and be the most supportive of him throughout the movie next to Poppy, after seeing Branch being the one who always got the short end of the stick for a long time throughout TTBGO and Trollstopia. It really made me smile.

I also liked Camila Cabello as Viva. Seeing the singer who sung Havana voicing Poppy's secret long lost sister, it was cute.

And, of course, seeing *NSYNC appear in the movie and collaborating with Justin Timberlake again after over 20 years, was awesome! Their new song, 'Better Place', gives me the same feeling of joy when I listened to 'Green Light Ride' from Crush 40 when they reunited with the Sonic series after a long break for Team Sonic Racing. It was awesome to hear them back together again in both instances.

I also especially loved seeing the combined band of Branch, his brothers, and Poppy and Viva all singing together for both a remix of 'Better Place' and 'Family', and it made me realize why the film was even titled Band Together, because they were literally banding together!

Now, with all that being said, I did have some issues with the film as well.

The movie's villains, Velvet and Veneer, they felt kinda one-dimensional and shallow. I thought they could’ve spent more time with them to develop their backstories a bit more and make them a bit more fleshed out.

And also, what’s the name of the species of Velvet and Veneer? They never appeared in any of the previous movies, holidays specials, or non-canon shows, and were never implied to or hinted at before, but that we do know about their existence, why don’t the Trolls or Bergens know about them? And also, they have advanced technology that can suck out a Troll's musical talent? And apparently Wi-Fi and social media exists in the Trolls world? What the heck?

Okay, okay, I know most of that doesn’t bother a lot of you guys, but to me, it highlights an ongoing issue I’ve always seen within the Trolls series: Inconsistencies with regards to its world building. I know a lot of you guys have seen it in the non-canon shows, but I also saw it in Trolls World Tour, since that movie introduced Trolls tribes that all have their own unique musical genre. As cool as I thought that was, it also made me think: Do those other musical Troll tribes know about the Bergens? Do the Bergens know about those other Troll tribes?

And speaking of those other Troll tribes, I was also disappointed that they aren’t even seen or mentioned in this movie. It left me very disappointed, since there’s a lot of potential you could do with those other Troll tribes, like make some kind of new evil threat that could threaten the entire Trolls' and Bergens' species, and have all the Troll tribes and Bergens band together (pun intended) to stop that evil threat. That could’ve been awesome!

Oh, and the Snack Pack got reduced to extras, which, like my disappointment with the absence of the other Troll tribes, left me feeling a bit disappointed, since they could’ve done something more with them in this movie.

Other than those things, I really loved the film!

And for all you Trolls fans out there, I think it’s time that I mention the elephant in the room with regards to Broppy.

Finally…

After waiting over seven long years since the first movie…

And seeing a far away version at the end of World Tour…

Branch.

And.

Poppy.

Finally.

At.

Long.

Last…

…

KISSED.

THEY FINALLY DID IT!!!

BRANCH AND POPPY FINALLY KISSED EACH OTHER ON THE LIPS!!!

IT HAS FINALLY HAPPENED!!!

Now, unfortunately, unlike with Trolls World Tour, Trolls Band Together is still in theaters, and I didn’t find any leaked screencaps in time for the writing of this review, but trust me, I’m not kidding, this actually happened in the movie!

And I couldn’t have been more overjoyed to finally see it happen officially, front and center, on screen, and made me cheer in the theater!

And I thought I’d let you all know after being silent for a long time!

Because after waiting for over seven years, after all that waiting, I couldn’t be happier to see that the kiss was well worth the wait.

As a big Trolls fan.

Thank you all for reading this.

And I’ll talk again next time.

Maybe when there’s a new Trolls show or movie?

I guess we’ll just have to wait and find out!

Thank you all once again, and have a wonderful day.

#dreamworks trolls #trolls #branch #branch trolls #poppy trolls #poppy #broppy #kiss #trolls band together #trolls 3

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serenescribe · 7 months

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Poll: Help me pick my next TWST longfic! [FINISHED]

Hello everyone!

As most of you may know, I am quite the avid longfic writer. However, university's been slowing me down a lot, so I've been unable to write as quickly as before. So why not poll some of my fic ideas and let you all decide?

I'll include some brief, rambling summaries of the options below the cut! The poll will run for seven days, and the winner will be the longfic I focus on next! (That isn't to say I won't write other things since inspiration is fickle and some of these are semi-completed, but for the most case, my priority will be whatever wins!)

[Summaries under the cut!]

i. Bad Things Happen Bingo: Locked in a Freezer Epel-focused! I originally started working on this in April but shelved it because I was more focused on writing Diasomnia. That and I also did not look forward to writing Rook... Still, the benefit of this option is that It's already 2/3 finished, with the first two chapters done, so it would be done a lot faster. I'd feel pretty keen on finishing it sooner if there was interest expressed.

ii. Bad Things Happen Bingo: Barely Conscious Silver-focused! A bad end AU of the Fairy Gala remix event... and that's about all I can say about it. Compared to the other options, it wouldn't be as long, so I could see it being done faster. It would not have a definitive conclusion, being a bad end of an event, but if you like Silver suffering, this is the one for you!

iii. Bad Things Happen Bingo: On the Run Sebek-focused, along with the first years! I originally wanted to write this for Halloween this year, but quickly shelved that idea due to realising how much Uni sapped my energy. This is one of the two options here that would be rated Mature, along with warnings of Major Character Death. It was meant to be a Halloween fic, after all.

iv. Bad Things Happen Bingo: This Is For Your Own Good Silver and Lilia-focused. What can I say about this AU without revealing too much...? This is the other option that would be rated Mature. It gets truly fucked up and dark in the latter half, and bad things truly does happen. It would also be one of the longest fics in the BTHB series, as I'm envisioning two very long chapters. All the same, this is arguably the idea I'm most excited to write. So if that means anything to you (trust in my tastes, perhaps?) you might want to consider voting for this!

v. Bad Things Happen Bingo: Hope Is Scary Silver-focused, though Lilia comes in later. This is arguably the least developed of all the ideas here, however it was a really good idea that Olive thought up and gave me permission to write. A lot of Silver suffering in this one! And being alone. The prompt is literally about losing all hope and not wanting to hope again in case it gets dashed.

vi. Reverse Containment Breach AU: Starchild Lilia and Silver-focused. This is based on Olive's Reverse Containment Breach AU, of which I'd previously written a ficlet for here with Malleus and Sebek. Think something SCP-esque with an organisation studying strange subjects. Head Researcher Lilia Vanrouge stumbles upon a boy who fell from space one night, and that's when everything slowly goes off the rails. I actually finished about 1/3 of this? So it's partially started.

vii. PMMM AU: Lilia Longfic Lilia and Silver-focused. What it says on the tin. Mica and I's PMMM AU, which isn't 1:1 with canon but Lilia takes the role of Homura, and Silver as Madoka. Time loops and general suffering and angst. If you know how Madoka plays out, you know how this one's going to go.

#housekeeping tag #going to tag some twst stuff so this can show up in search #twst #twisted wonderland #twst fanfiction #twst writing #i'm scheduling this to go up while i'm probably asleep btw #reblogs are appreciated! you can idk. convince others to vote for an option? i welcome that

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Captain Laserhawk: A Blood Dragon Remix with Incorrect quotes!

(Ft: Y/n)

Enjoy!

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*at 3am*

Jade: *runs into Y/n’s room and turns on the light* Wake up sleepyhead!

Y/n: *wakes up* Dude!

Jade: *cackles*

Bullfrog: *sits up from where they were sleeping besides Y/n* What the fuck, Jade?

Jade: *jaw drops* Wait WHAT-

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Bullfrog: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated.

Y/n: Killed without hesitation.

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Y/n: Hey, can I get a sip of that water?

Dolph: It’s not water.

Y/n: Vodka! I like your sty-

Dolph: It’s vinegar.

Y/n: …What?

Dolph: It's vinegar, PUSSY!

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Ramon: Do you know that we are made out of atoms? And atoms never touch each other….So in my defense, officer. I did not kill the bored members-

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Y/n: Do you support gay rights?

Dolph: I’m literally gay.

Bullfrog: He’s avoiding the question!

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Y/n: Can you cut me some slack, Rayman? I’m sort of in love.

Rayman: I’m sorry, but that’s really not my problem.

Y/n: I’m in love with you.

Rayman: *blushes* Oh. That brings me in the loop a little.

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Bullfrog: I feel like doing something stupid.

Y/n: I’m stupid, do me-

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Y/n: Aren’t you going to say “have a nice day?”

Dolph: I don’t care if you have a pulse, much less a nice day.

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Ramon: Hey, are you alright with swearing? Asking for a friend.

Dolph: Yeah?

Ramon: Bitch.

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Bullfrog: *running towards Ramon with open arms*

Ramon: *moves out of the way*

Bullfrog: Hey, why'd you move?!

Ramon: I thought you were going to attack me.

Bullfrog: I was going to hug you!

Ramon: Why would you hug me?

Bullfrog: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU!?

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Rayman, on the phone: So no head?

Rayman: *Throws phone and breaks skateboard*

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Rayman: There are 20 letters in the alphabet, right?

Y/n: Nope, there's 26.

Rayman: Ah, I must have forgotten U, R, A, Q, T.

Y/n: Aww, that's cute, but you're still missing one.

Rayman: You'll get the D later ;).

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Rayman: Y/n, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right?

Y/n, naked in Rayman's bed: No, I absolutely do not.

Rayman, already taking off his clothes: Fuck... Me neither.

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Ramon: Having two partners is both amazing and complicated. But all our problems are solved with communication.

Bullfrog: It’s my turn to cuddle Y/n.

Ramon: FIVE MORE MINUTES DAMMIT!

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Y/n: Do you want to know your gay name?

Bullfrog: My... my gay name?

Y/n: Yeah, it's your first name-

Bullfrog: Haha. Very funny Y/n-

Y/n: *gets down on one knee* And my last name.

Bullfrog: Oh- oh my god.

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[Thats it! I hope you guys like it!]

#foryopage #fypシ #bullfrog #captainlaserhawk #rayfrog #dolph laserhawk #captain laserhawk rayman #incorrect quotes

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quill-of-thoth · 2 months

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Letters From Watson: The Naval Treaty

Themes, Crimes, and Lies

For those of you tuning in to this reread without background knowledge this one is going to get esoteric, and for that I apologize. The primary mystery here is whether the cases known as The Second Stain and The Naval Treaty are, in a Watsonian perspective, fictionalized, and secondly it's whether they are fictionalized versions of the same case. (The Watsonian perspective, remember, is the game we play of attempting to make the timelines, scientific knowledge, and biographies of Holmes and Watson make sense as if they were real, historical people. From a Doylist perspective, Second Stain, published eleven years after this during ACD's reluctant revival of the franchise, is almost certainly a shortened remix of The Naval Treaty.) Fictionalization, Evidence:

National Importance, Exhibit A: Although names have been changed to protect the recognizable, neither Second Stain nor Naval Treaty is shy about connecting the case to a high ranking politician, or allowing a contemporary audience (or a wikipedia literate one) to draw relatively concrete conclusions about the contents of the lost documents. As I pointed out in A Scandal in Bohemia, this does not make a lot of sense if you assume any of the details such as the date or the "identity" of the fictionalized public figures are even close to accurate. A Watson whose first published short story referenced the obviously nonexistent "King of Bohemia" and fudged the year might feel confident that the safely married public figure in question, residing in a different country with a different primary language, would not bother him over the similarities and therefore confirm them, but I wouldn't assume the same lassez-faire idea would apply to the prime minister of his own country. I don't have the time or expertise to go into 1890's british laws and see if this would amount to some kind of libel, but I don't have to: Watson characterizes himself as a patriot, and has sympathy for the victims in both of his espionage stories. We can assume that enough of the details are fudged to give the innocent privacy and not reflect too badly or obviously on the public figures under whose watch these thefts (or whatever inspired these stories) took place.

Crowded timeline of Summer of 1888, Exhibit B: 1888 and 1889 are wild years no matter how you start your Holmesian chronology. Lots of cases happen and if you take Watson's word for the exact dates you run into contradictions. If one presumes that high profile cases are slightly fictionalized, (such as giving a date that's a year or two off), it makes the timeline much more manageable. Then there's the fact that Second Stain and Naval Treaty are recorded by Watson as occurring in the same month. "The July which immediately succeeded my marriage was made memorable by three cases [...] recorded in my notes under the headings of “The Adventure of the Second Stain,” “The Adventure of the Naval Treaty,” and “The Adventure of the Tired Captain.”" -The opening paragraph of The Adventure of the Naval Treaty. Second Stain was written up much later, so when reading in publication order this is a lot less obvious than when reading in Baring-Gould’s chronology order. But even Baring-Gould apparently decided that two documents scandals in 1888 were too much, and ignored all text indications in order to place Second Stain in 1886.

Case so Nice We Wrote it Twice, Evidence:

Exhibit A, Case Structure: The particulars of the case are extremely similar: a young public servant charged with national security documents leaves them in an insecure location briefly and has them stolen by a trusted household member. The documents, although potentially ruinous, are not released to a foreign power because the would-be seller is separated from them almost immediately after hiding them away. The hiding place is a hollow in the floor of a room.

Exhibit B, Case List: At the beginning of The Naval Treaty, Watson lists Second Stain as taking place in the same month. Even with Watson's flattering description of both of Gascoyne-Cecil's expies and his sympathetic portrayal of the public officials in need of remedial document security courses, TWO major data breaches seems deeply careless, even if nothing comes of either. I think it's more probable that the case Watson originally named The Second Stain had very little to do with national security.

Exhibit C, publication date: The Second Stain was published 11 years after The Naval Treaty and 14 years after its alleged date of occurrence. (Year and decade that shall remain nameless my ass.) It's the final story of the second batch of short story publications (which were collected into the third book of short stories, The Return of Sherlock Holmes). Watson didn't publish again for four years: it's possible he was scraping the bottom of the barrel for publishable cases and decided it was time to revisit a case that he'd already told, or tape the interesting bits from multiple cases together.

Conclusion: I believe that both The Naval Treaty and The Second Stain are two different retellings of the same case, but both are changed a lot to make them both less identifiable, and more exciting. The incident that inspired both stories probably did not take place in early summer of 1888, if only because the easiest way of fudging the details of a case would be to definitively give the wrong year.

Additionally, it may be that certain details in The Second Stain were originally part of a case that had nothing to do with any top secret documents. The blackmail angle already present in that story would be sufficient for a case on their own, but the secret documents that Mrs. Hope squirreled away could have been deeply boring business documents, or deeply boring official government documents that nonetheless had no strategic value. If so, it's very possible for Watson to have swapped some details between the two cases: a prospective brother in law with no political knowledge might impulsively steal a document that was more embarrassing than strategic, such as an impolitic letter from a foreign official, in the hopes that it was valuable, while a career blackmailer might target the wife of a government official known to have access to military strategy documents. The victims in both cases come off as more sympathetic, and the danger to the country less severe, if the diligent young clerk has a breakdown over a clearly important military document, and the wife of a government official is blackmailed into handing over an angry letter from a foreign dignitary.

#letters from watson #fictionalization #timelines

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little red and the wolf (wolf x afab! reader)

dm requested: HI!! can i request a NSFW/smut mr. Wolf x fem reader if thats ok and thanks!! 😁😁

i literally had the hardest time writing this but I DID IT

before u read: smut (+18), switch wolf and switch reader, reader and wolf are brat coded i don’t make the rules, still using they/them 4 reader, 2nd person pov, i really enjoy this reader’s characterization if you can’t tell, i also tried not to take it super seriously bc im not a big fan of serious sexy times, i suck at describing things my b

you once heard someone say that nightclubs bring out the most primal instincts in people. and sitting here, at the bar and being blinded by the lighting in the dark, crowded space, you felt inclined to agree with that.

when you were dragged out to the club by an old friend of yours, you wanted nothing more than to drink yourself into a coma and force them to drag your drunk ass home. hell, you were planning on throwing up on their shoes just to make them reconsider ever asking you to do this again.

but, when your eyes trailed along the partygoers, sweat and musk heavy on your nose, and you saw a slim figure already staring back at you, you decided to stop thinking about your future victim and take in how fucking attractive this man was.

even in the shadows of drunk people and a shitty remix of lady gaga’s telephone and shakira’s hips don’t lie blurring your senses, you could tell this guy was a wolf. long grey snout, golden eyes, and a row of teeth-- oh my fucking god, you were nearly salivating over those teeth.

you darted your eyes away before you could be considered a creeper, frantically bringing your glass of whatever bitter drink your friend forced you to order to your lips and chugging. god damn, either you are really thirsty or that man is really fucking hot.

you buried your head into your arms, trying to hold yourself together. even with liquid courage, you could never build up the balls to go over there and lay it thick on him. hell, even if your life depended on it, you’d probably still coward out.

“your outfit’s really nice.” the four words were spoken from a deep voice, one you didn’t recognize. picking your head up, you turned to your right and blanched upon seeing the wolf man leaning against the bar, now a foot away from you. he gave you an almost knowing smirk, “i’m digging the red.”

oh, of course you’re wearing red and talking to a wolf. next thing you know, you’re gonna watch him swallow your grandma. “eh, just threw on the first thing i saw.” you played off, swirling your drink and reeling back your panic. “though, it’s quite ironic that you’re talking to someone in red, ain’t it?”

he seemed to like this connection, let out a chuckle that you found attractive as well. god damn it, why couldn’t he have an ugly laugh? “what can i say? i seem to like the trouble that comes with the color.” fuck, why was that attractive? or were you just drunk? “my name’s wolf. it’s my first time comin’ here and honestly this place is a little too rowdy for me, but if you’re a regular, i feel like i’d reconsider.”

“shit, you think i come here regularly?” you guffawed in his face, smiling far wider than was probably socially acceptable for strangers. you then told him your name, “my friend dragged me here tonight, i don’t go clubbing.”

he mirrored your grin, showcasing a grin full of sharp teeth as he slid into the barstool next to you. “more of a homebody, eh? yeah, i get it.” wow, this guy was speaking your language. “i used to not go out much either. not many people are a big fan of me, y’know how it is.”

the dangerous glint in his eyes made you flustered, but also nagged at the back of your brain. somehow, you knew this guy from somewhere. the mannerisms, the ego, all of it was familiar to your tipsy brain.

but, you chose not to address it, only kept smiling. “that’s surprising! you seem pretty alright to me.” you took another sip of your drink. “what brings you here? i hope you’re not a poor soul like me.”

“eh, wanted to see what all the hype was.” he shrugged, resting both arms on the bar. he waved over the bartender and ordered some fancy drink, something you didn’t care for. “my friends would never drag me anywhere, i do all the dragging.”

“ah, a leader type.” you hummed before you could even stop yourself. “hot.” fuck, why do you say the things you do?

wolf took it in stride, in fact, he even seemed to be elated in your blatant attraction. “glad you think so. you’re not too bad yourself.” he leaned in, as if he was about to tell you a secret. “though, i’d prefer seeing the full masterpiece you are, without clothes that is.”

if this was any piece of shit in this club, you would’ve socked the living hell out of them. but wolf wasn’t exactly ordinary in your standards, so instead, you felt your stomach clench in excitement and had to school your expression.

“we’ll see where the night goes, wolfy.” you teased with a playful wink.

the next few hours of your night was spent sitting right on your spot on that barstool and laughing it up with your newest stranger turned acquaintance. you were so entranced by the charming wolf that when your friend came over and said they wanted to go home, you did a double take.

“ay yo? what time is it?” you fumbled for your phone, eyes widening when it showed you it was nearly four in the morning. “oh shit, we gotta go get an uber.” you grunted under your breath, turning to wolf with an apologetic smile. “hey, man, i’m sorry to cut this short but this dumbass behind me can’t even walk straight.”

“fuck you.” your friend muttered, slurring and swaying as they stood to your left.

wolf let out a hearty laugh, waving you both off. “it’s alright, i’m just sad it couldn’t have been longer.” you physically perked up when he pulled out his phone and tapped on the contacts app, creating a new one before your eyes. “is it alright if i get your number?”

“fuck YES it is.” your mouth spoke before your mind could come up with an actually alright response to his question and you snatched up that phone like it was the last piece of candy on halloween. wolf had trouble hiding his snickers as you frantically typed out your number, made your contact name “hottie at the club”, and took a blurry selfie with flash as your contact photo. that made you giggle so hard it hurt your stomach.

wolf watched with the widest grin as you left the bar, dragging your friend by the back of their hood. never before had he been treated so nonchalantly, so nicely, by a stranger. it was odd that you didn’t recognize him, but he chalked it up to your own drunkenness getting in the way of the fear that consumed most people.

and despite all the signs that he probably shouldn’t shoot you a text, lest you become a suspect by the m.p.d. or if you report him to the m.p.d., he did so anyways, only less than two days after your first meeting.

xxx-xxx-xxxx: hey! it’s wolf, the guy from the club on friday, i hope you were successful in throwing up on your friends shoes

while he was mulling over his decision with mild anxiety, you were sitting on your couch, rewatching your favorite movie for the day. when you saw the text, your eyes popped open, and you choked on the chips you were munching on. your fingers rapidly pressed against your phone, movie forgotten.

hottie at the club: OH FUCK I TOLD YOU ABOUT THAT???

wolf let out a loud cackle that startled the other bad guys at the kitchen table around him. if he tried hard enough, he felt like he could hear you shrieking that with a panicked expression.

you added xxx-xxx-xxxx as furry!

furry: sure did. all the way down to which alcohol you were planning on chugging to get the grossest effect

hottie at the club: i am so sorry you listened to me scheme against my friend

you let out a long groan, burying your head into the couch cushions and screaming as hard as you could. you even threw a few punches in there for good measure. god, you were such an idiot.

furry: dont be it was funny

furry: anyways i was wondering if you wanted to do something sometime soon?

him. you wanted to do him.

furry: like a movie?

hottie at the club: sure! i don’t really like movie theaters but we could do something at one of our places if you want!!

oh fuck, wolf thought, it’s like you were made for him. he breathed a sigh of relief, as he was dreading being seen in public. he didn’t want to scare you away now, not when he’s just started getting to know you.

furry: yours might be better. my roommates are kinda nosy lol

and speaking of nosy, webs peeked over wolf’s shoulder with a huge grin. “oohhhhhh” she drawled, laughing at the glare she got from the bad guys’ leader. “who’s the ‘hottie at the club’?”

“mind your fucking business, that’s who.”

hottie at the club: how about this friday at 8?? i can pick u up if needed :)!

aw, he mentally cooed at your use of emoticon. that was kinda cute.

“oh, wolf’s gotta partner now?” and now shark had joined in peering over wolf’s shoulder, eyes wide with curiosity. “oh, is that a date?” meanwhile, webs had looked at the number listed next to the contact and was now looking up the person wolf was texting discreetly.

furry: works for me! i’ll text you my address then

furry: excuse me for a second i have some heads to bash in

wolf had sent that last message and quickly pocketed his phone before webs and shark could relay any more information to the others. “not a word--”

“WOLFY’S GOT A DATE!” shark gushed like a teenager, balling his hands against his face. “are they cute? when did you meet them? do we know them?”

“pfft, as if.” snake sneered, but wolf didn’t take it seriously. it was his way of joking. “you think wolf can reel in any person?”

“like you could, boomer.” webs retorted before wolf could. he was mildly thankful for her interjection and gave her a small smile of gratitude.

which quickly fell when webs turned the computer around and showed your citizenship file and everything else related to you, ranging from social media to past jobs.

“what-- webs!” he was utterly scandalized when he saw a glimpse of what looked to be a private twitter account, with many retweets of porn related things. “knock it off!”

“oh, and they’re freaky.” piranha was impressed, reaching forward and clicking on the tab with your twitter, scrolling through it. “lots and lots of sex stuff here, chico.”

“eugh, don’t turn the computer this way.” snake gagged, hiding the computer screen from his eyes. “i don’t wanna see this.”

“piranha! snake!”

“they seem to be a keeper.” shark took over the trackpad from piranha and clicked open your instagram, looking through the far and few photos of yourself on there. “really good looking. good job, wolf.”

“shaaark.” this one came out as a groan.

the group of four snickered at the puddle their boss was melting into. it was oddly hilarious to see the typically cool and calm wolf was dying at the sight of his friends discovering his future date.

“so, what? you hoping to fuck or...?” snake decided to ask the question of the hour, quirking an eyebrow over at his friend as he buried his face into his hands. “because, no judgement here, man.”

“shut up, for the love of god.” his deadpan tone caused a domino effect of laughter at his expense.

unfortunately, wolf didn’t stop getting teased all the way up to the actual date, where he took the car and drove it to a nicer part of town, partially to escape his friends and partially to not give away where his homebase was. he let his fingers drum against the light pole he was leaning against, waiting patiently for your “bunk ass car” (your words, not his) to make its appearance.

he was surprised to see that your car, was in fact, a bunk ass vehicle. not exactly the best condition and there were dents here and there, but he couldn’t complain. not when you had that adorably large grin from your spot in the driver’s seat.

“what’s up, wolf?” you hummed, happily bobbing to a song on the radio. wolf recognized it as something webs enjoyed listening to. “you ready for this sick ass movie date?”

he buckled himself, trying his hardest not to sniff aggressively. the car had a uniquely you smell, it made his mood brighten instantly. “depends. what’re we watching, red?”

you gave him a sideways glance. “red?”

“like the thing you were wearing when we met?” he explained, glancing over. his eyes caught onto your shoe against the gas pedal and smirked. “and apparently the same color as the crocs you own.”

to your credit, you didn’t immediately crash your car as you leaned down and frantically ripped off the red shoe wear, throwing them over your shoulder and into the backseat. “fuck you, i’m just gonna stop wearing clothes around you at this point.”

wolf’s grin turned evil. “i wouldn’t mind that.”

“of course you wouldn’t, you pervert.” you scoffed, but your grin was an exact mirror to his.

wolf turned so his upper body was fully facing you and leaned over the center console. “you can call me a pervert, but i think you’d probably enjoy it too.”

you had stopped at a red light, giving you the opportunity to reached over and tug him by his plain shirt’s collar, now inches apart. “fuck around and find out.” all the breath in wolf’s lungs escaped him as he saw the power trip you currently were taking.

shit, you were his equal in every single way. he laughed, your lips brushing against one another. “i have a feeling we’re not gonna be watching anything when we get to your place.”

the only thing that stopped you from making out with him right there was the light flashing green. you released your grip on his shirt and returned to being a safe driver. “like i said, fuck around and find out.”

when you were about five minutes from your place, wolf reached over and set his hand on your thigh. everything but that part of your body tensed up and you had to fight the urge to pull over in a random parking lot and fuck him right there.

needless to say, as soon as you walked inside your apartment, you snatched wolf by the shirt and shoved him up against the wall next to your door. he gave you an equally eager grin, grabbing the back of your head and smashing your lips against one another.

it was a clumsy kiss, teeth bumping and with way too much tongue, but neither of you really cared. your hands wrapped around his neck, entangling your fingers into the fur on the back of his head, while his own hands shoved themselves up your hoodie.

his nails lightly scraped your stomach, dull enough not to scratch you, but also sharp enough to hurt if he grabbed you too hard. he leaned back against the wall and moved his hands down to your ass, giving it a quick squeeze.

you could feel him smile into the kiss as you jumped, then shivered at this motion. “asshole.” you muttered against his mouth, still jumping when he prompted you to. his hands caught the underside of your thighs and he pulled back, panting. you both looked equally roughed up.

“where’s your bedroom?”

“furthest door down the hall.” you instantly responded, moving to press kisses against his neck. wolf wasted no time, speed walking across your messy apartment and all but kicking your door in when he reached it.

one moment, you’re mouthing at his neck, and the next, you’re flying through the air and onto the bed. you let out a loud shriek-laugh, smiling widely when wolf dove to land on top of you. you both still were smiling at one another.

once again, you guys found yourselves kissing, your crotch moving to slot against his and you grinded as hard as you could. the reaction was instant, a groan coming from his throat as his hips jerked.

he pulled back, giving you a playful glare. “hey, now.” he grunted, even though he was returning your motions with his own. you both sighed in pleasure when his dick rubbed you in just the right way, your head falling back. “fuck.” he whined.

“that’s what we’re doing.” you cheekily replied, still smiling the entire time. wolf, in retaliation, leaned down and started pressing his teeth into your neck, leaving bite marks. you sucked in a deep breath of air in response a rough bite, arching your back and gripping at the hair right underneath his ears.

“shit, you’re gonna be the death of me.” he said under his breath, pulling back far enough to start tugging your hoodie off. “take this off.” he demanded.

thankfully, you didn’t have a smart comment waiting for him, instantly sitting up and ripping off the article of clothing.

wolf’s jaw dropped when he realized that you weren’t wearing anything else underneath it, eyes zeroing in on your boobs. “you-- where’s your shirt?” he ears tilted back and he swore if he was capable of blushing, he would be neon red.

you shrugged with no explanation, tilting your head. “you were gonna see them eventually, might as well give you easier access.” you could’ve burst out laughing at how flabbergasted the poor guy was. one pair of boobs and he’s gone.

then you suddenly stopped smiling and looked at him with wide, fearful eyes. “wait, are you a virgin?”

he immediately started shaking his head frantically. “nononononono! i would’ve said something if i was.” he reassured you.

“oh.” was all you said.

and then wolf leaned forward, hands outstretched to your chest. you laughed at the mood shift and suddenly, you were back on track.

he gave an experimental squeeze and planted a kiss on your boobs before pulling back and taking off his shirt himself. he instantly was back to hovering over you and hand his fingers wrapped around the waistband of your pants and underwear. “normally, i’d take it slow, but i just wanna see you, red.”

“go for it, mr. big and bad.” you gave your consent, picking up your hips and allowing him the proper space to pull off the clothing. he gave you no time to adjust to the sudden naked state you were in, already tugging your thighs over his shoulder. his eyes zeroed in on your pussy, your slick glinting in the light of your bedside lamp.

you could’ve disintegrated when he started placing small nips and bites on your inner thigh, the pad of his thumb coming up and resting on your clit. you sucked in a hard breath as he stared at you, maw closing over the plush fat on your thigh.

he pulled back to tell you, “i can’t finger you with these,” he wiggled his fingers, more specifically motioning at his nails, “so you’re gonna have to do the hard work for me, sweetheart.”

you groaned as if he asked you to go do the dishes. “damn it, i was gonna have you do all the hard work--” you let out a choked moan, cutting yourself off as wolf pressed his finger back against your swollen clit. “alright, i’ll do it, shit--!”

you propped yourself up on your left elbow and shoved a few of your pillows under your shoulder to make it a little easier for you. lying back against them, you slowly dragged your fingers down your stomach, eyeing the way wolf’s eyes were locked onto them.

trying to hide your growing smirk, you traced the outside of your pussy with a finger, entertaining yourself with the way his eyes just wouldn’t look away. he did snap out of it when he heard you hide a snicker and glared up at you.

“sorry.” you muttered, pushing one finger inside of you and arching your back at how good it felt. “give me a sec, i’ll have it all figured out in no time.” from the way you were talking so casually, one might expect you to be doing literally any other activity.

wolf gave you a look you couldn’t quite discern. “no, go slow.” he demanded.

“what the fuck-- do you wanna fuck me or not?” you retorted, glaring as you pushed the finger in and out.

“i do, but i also wanna see this.”

“...fucking weirdo.” you grumble and flopped back, trying to move at a steady pace. wolf hummed in accomplishment, pulling one of his own hands away and using it to take off his boxers as he watched you with eager eyes.

when you pushed in a second a finger with the first was when it started feeling really good. curling them like the expert you were, you let out soft moans. wolf’s eyes took in how your hips rose to meet your fingers and how carried away you were getting as you tried to prepare yourself for him.

“yeah, just like that, baby.” he murmured, pushing your hips down and holding you to the bed. his thumb returned to your clit, with slow circles, and you let out a long whine, head falling against your pillow. “oh, you’re so pretty like this.” he beamed when you let out an embarrassed huff that melted into a groan.

“please just fuck me.” you whimpered, eyes squeezing shut from the mixture of yours and wolf’s motions. your fingers rubbed against a specific part inside of you and your vision went white for a second. “please, please, please!”

“alright, alright.” he spoke as if he was being inconvenienced, but you saw the way he moved to sit up immediately. he took his thumb off and then paused, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your clit, making you jolt from the sudden pressure. “sorry, just giving you a good luck kiss before i destroy your guts, little red.”

“yeah, yeah, whatever, loser.” you chortled, pulling your fingers out and pushing the pillows underneath you away. when you laid back down, flat on your back, you brought your legs up and presented yourself to him with a wicked smile. “now come over here and fuck me with your big bad cock.”

wolf didn’t even get the chance to fully comprehend what you had just said to him before he burst out into hysterical cackles, falling face first into your chest as he laughed and laughed. you were no better, tears streaming down your face as you let out a long wheeze.

“my WHA-HA-HAT?”

“BUAHAHA!” you both were losing your minds, clinging to one another like you were going to disappear if you didn’t.

and when you had cooled down and wiped your face dry, you and wolf stared at one another, trying to catch your breaths. you then snorted and that’s what started another laughing fit, with wolf’s laugh going super high pitched.

then, after recovering from that, wolf had picked out a condom from his pants and tore it open, rolling it onto himself with a chuckle. he looked like he wanted to laugh more about your comment, but the throbbing of his dick reminded him of the task at hand.

“you’re so ridiculous.” he muttered, returning to his position above you. both of his hands moved to hook your thighs over his and you could feel the tip of his dick pressed against your pussy.

your heart thumped with anticipation. “don’t go easy on me, wolf. i can handle a little pain.” you teased, making him roll his eyes.

“after all the shit you just pulled, i don’t think i even have it in me to consider going gentle on you.” and then he pushed in. both of your jaws dropped as he moved at a semi-slow but steady pace until his hips had met your own. the hands that held your thighs open were now gripping hard enough to hurt.

“oh fuck.” you moaned.

“ditto.” he agreed, eyes fluttering shut. “shit, this might become a regular occurrence.”

“fuck, if your dick feels like this every time, i might make it a daily one.” you spoke in a breathy tone. your back arched and you shimmied your hips up, attempting to set a pace.

wolf met your motions with his own and soon, you both fell into a steady movement. every time you fell down and the tip of his dick rubbed against your sweet spot, you felt like you were going to pass out. he wasn’t like anything you ever had before, his dick shape unique enough to make just enough of a difference.

wolf, meanwhile, felt like he was in heaven. every clench and every sound that left you made him reach the edge far faster than he’d like to admit it. he was holding back with all of his might at every thrust, snarling to himself. fuck, he was about to start paying to be around him all day if it meant he got to do this whenever and wherever.

he leaned down, still thrusting at a consistent pace, and started marking up your body, wherever he could. one hickey on your stomach, another few on your boobs, and more littering your neck. he couldn’t get enough, he needed to be smothered in you.

so, he stopped thrusting and held you close to him, chest to chest. “what, why’d you stop--” you let out a surprised shriek when he flipped you both over, with him now at the edge of your bed and you straddling him.

“ride me.” he gasped, looking up at you with such desperation. “god, fuck, ride me.”

you didn’t even bother trying to act smart, using your knees as leverage and bouncing up and down on his cock. from this new angle, you felt him even better, his tip rubbing against your gummy walls at just the right pace. fuck, now you were embarrassingly close.

“shit.” you two cursed in unison, making you both snicker through the moans.

“i’m-- fuck-- i’m already close, red.” wolf murmured in disbelief, returning to his task at marking you up.

“glad to know it’s mutual.” you sighed, eyes squeezed shut and thighs beginning to tense uncontrollably.

it was like a wave of static crashed over you after a particularly good thrust, your entire body losing feeling except for in your pussy. you squeezed harshly and that’s what made wolf let out a broken moan before he came as well. he fell back, grabbing your back and dragging you with him.

you moaned into a rather clumsy kiss, riding out the waves of pleasure that felt like they would never end. eventually, you both had to pull back and while panting, you calmed down from the sensitive high.

wolf stared up at you like you were a god, smiling when you swiped the sweat off of your forehead. “pretty good, right?” he asked, both joking, but also making sure you enjoyed yourself.

you nodded rapidly, dispelling whatever worry he had. “oh yeah, i enjoyed that.” your voice was now gravelly, over-exertion from all the moaning and groaning ruining it.

you then moved to sit up, hands planted against his chest. “pretty good fuck for a criminal, i gotta admit.”

wolf blanched, eyes popping wide. you let out a half shriek, half laugh at his reaction, covering your mouth and leaning away.

though he probably should be shitting his pants, wolf just let out a long groan, wiping at his face.

fuck, you were lucky your pussy was talented, or he would’ve ran out the room.

#mr. wolf x reader #mr wolf x reader #the bad guys x reader #reader insert #x reader #afab reader #afab! reader #gender neutral pronouns tho #tryna be inclusive 4 yall #smut

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spoocys-glade-of-dreams · 2 months

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Rayman Ship Posting: Canon Rayman Edition

I thought about releasing a very special edition of Rayman Head Canons for Valentines Day.

Before we begin, a little message: When I first started out on this blog, I was nervous about bringing my shipping ideas public. I have a habit of doing a bit of it whenever I have a new fandom fixation.

"Rayman Ship Posting" is head canons around the cast's view on romance.

Since this blog has been converted into an ask blog, if you want to send ship themed asks or starters. You can.

Most of these posts are general information not directed at a specific ship. Exceptions will be tagged with specific ship tags. It's also featuring the Canonical characters since I had these written out and stored in my drafts before Captain Laserhawk a Blood Dragon Remix launched. I'll do CLH specific Ship posting later.

Let's Begin! This is quite long, so it'll be with a keep reading cut here for easier navigation.

He’s the guy that will love chatting with you. He wants to learn everything he can about you! Your interests, your hobbies, your favorite activities, even your favorite food. He’s going to make this about you, not him. He really doesn’t care for boasting or bragging about himself.

If you are handicapped, Rayman will do his absolute best to make sure your needs are taken care of. Rayman is well versed in sign language, so he can communicate and understand you if his partner is deaf and/or mute.

Rayman is a loving dude that gushes over his partners and adores physical affection like hugs, kisses, and he is a MASSIVE cuddle-bug. He will literally cling to you if you let him hug you. He is full of love and he’s going to share that with you.

One of his favorite ways of bonding is that he’ll rest his head on your chest and just listen to the sound of your heartbeat. He also really likes pampering your hair needs. He will brush it, braid it, help you with adornments.

Rayman is incredibly compassionate and will worry about his friends, family, and his partner frequently. If he knows you are sad he will grab his ukulele, sit with his back pressed against yours, and he’ll start to play a few songs and will sometimes sing along to it if he knows it will make you feel better. He is also always willing to talk if you need to. He will listen. If you need him to do anything for you, he’ll gladly do it if will make you happy or will cheer you up. If it's revealed that he was the cause of your distress, he gets flustered about it. He'll work hard to earn your forgiveness. He’ll do his best to make it up to you somehow.

Rayman is a massive foodie, but his guilty pleasure is milk chocolate. If you get him a box of chocolates, it means the world to him. He will get starry-eyed, gasp and shout “I LOVE YOU!” in delight. If you go about gifting chocolate to Rayman, please keep it simple. Whatever you do, don’t go invest in some kind of expensive chocolate masterpiece. Dude will become conflicted because he wants to eat it but it’s too beautiful to eat. He ends up crying because he can’t do it and that ruins his day.

Rayman really likes flowers and these tend to be the gift of choice he gives you. He will make you flower crowns, he will go and hand pick a bouquet of them for you. Sometimes he has a habit of just picking wildflowers near his person while you lay near him and he’ll just decorate your hair with them absent-mindedly. He also loves when you give HIM flower crowns or stick a flower in his hair.

Rayman loves to dance and will try to include you on them. While he’s more fond of upbeat tunes or even rock and roll, he’s not immune to offering you a slow dance.

Rayman’s not very fond of doing household chores but it doesn’t normally stop him from doing them. If something is going on with you or you simply don’t feel well, he will cover the chores that you would normally handle with no questions asked on top of his own daily chores. He doesn’t enjoy it, but he’ll still do them. He never causes a fuss over it either, he just dramatically collapses on the sofa or bed in an attempt at playful teasing. He has had some times where he will let chores pile up. Give him a reminder to take care of it. Sometimes he just needs a bit of motivation. He may even turn the daily chores into a game so it'll motivate him to get stuff done.

Rayman adores children. He gushes about his little nieces and nephews at the Globox household frequently. Loves to entertain them and loves to play with them. He wants a partner that has that same love for children. He wants to have one or two of his own one day, but he would like to see the day where he doesn’t have to constantly worry about his home being under attack before he decides to settle down and maybe try to start a family of his own. He is on board with adoptions and would prefer this route when it came to having kids. He wants to give kids who had it rough a chance at a better life.

Despite the overall carefree nature, the silliness, sometimes smug or sassy nature he can depict at times, Rayman has had a very traumatic past. He has been through a lot and he needs someone that can support the emotional baggage here so to speak. He tends to keep this to himself, but once you have earned his trust, he will open up to what he's dealt with in the past and how it's effected him.

Rayman sometimes suffers flashbacks to certain traumatic events he faced in his life; the biggest being the events during the robot pirate invasion. These flashbacks do not last long and he’s normally quick to recover from them, though they will leave him rattled and sometimes he will start shaking, sweating, and panting for a short time.

He is prone to suffering night terrors where he will wake up in very visible distress. While he’s not a screamer, he does wake up shaking and sweating. They can get to be so bad he will have to call you up. Sometimes he will ask if either he can come over to spend the night, or ask if you can come instead.

He also gets a bit claustrophobic in tight cramped spaces due the imprisonment he faced during the pirate invasion, as well as the imprisonment he endured from the rabbids.

He really does need the emotional support and cherishes when you try to help him through. If you are able to stick by him and continue to support him, you might just be “the one” in his eyes. He will return the favor with the support tenfold. If you ever need him, at any hour of the day, he will be there. He will come over if you ask him to, and he’s always within reach of a mobile phone. You can call him at any hour of the day if you need his support or comfort.

#Rayman #Rayman Ship Posting #Rayman Shipping #My version of Rayman has a lot of love to share #But has also been through a lot of hell

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years

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And the Award Goes To...

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: All the fluff between Jack and our First Lady 😘💕

Synopsis: You and Private Garden are in attendance for the 2022 BET awards and excited doesn't even begin to describe how you're feeling. The night ends up being even more amazing when the last thing you ever expected to happen does.

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: the gorgeous @minkookie95 😘💕

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You woke up tangled next to your husband who was still in a deep sleep as you heard his light snores and him breathing with your face in the crook of his neck.

The day was finally here and you couldn’t have been more excited.

You finally have the chance of attending the 2022 BET awards that would be taking place in Los Angeles, California.

You remember watching the show every single year since you were a little girl dreaming of actually getting an opportunity to go and lo and behold, here it was.

You weren’t able to go last year since you had been on tour and wouldn’t have made it back in time in order to go with your husband.

Now, you would be able to go with him right along with the rest of PG.

This year you had been nominated for two awards, Best Female Hip-Hop Artist as well as Best New Artist.

Brandi let Jack be the one to break the news to you knowing how much it meant to you and you were floored.

You most definitely shed a few tears that night.

Working towards something for so long and actually seeing your work pay off was a dream come true.

And you had your husband and PG to thank for that.

Jack had been nominated the year before for Best New Artist, but unfortunately lost to Giveon which he was still salty to this day about.

You made sure to never bring it up after it happened.

You would also be performing your hit song Big Energy and was planning on surprising the crowd by bringing out Mariah Carey since she had hopped on the remix with you, while Jack had planned on performing Poison along with First Class with Lil Wayne and Brandy.

Bottom line is that the Harlows weren’t coming to play.

All of you had been in L.A. for the past few days rehearsing and making sure that everything was just right for the special night.

You peeked at the nightstand behind Jack to see that it was around 7 in the morning.

The award show didn’t take place until 5, so there was plenty of time to kill before then.

You wanted to make it a priority to spend the day with Jack since both of you had been in overdrive for the past few days and truly hadn’t had the time to spend one on one with each other.

And both of you would soon become agitated when you didn’t get that one on one time.

Not wanting to be awake just by yourself anymore, you began to place kisses along Jack’s neck.

He fluttered his eyes open and you were met with a soft smile.

“Good morning, wifey.”

“Good morning, my baby.”

“Are you excited?” He asked while bringing you in closer to him.

“That doesn’t even begin to cover it. I’m just happy I get to spend the day with my favorite people.”

“And you deserve all of this mamas. I’m so fucking proud of you.”

“Okay, please don’t make me cry at seven in the morning.” You immediately felt the waterworks beginning to form.

“I’m serious smush. Like you haven’t let up since you released your first single and you prove time and time again that you’re just as talented as anybody else out here. And wait.. it’s only seven? Baby, why are you awake so early?”

“Thank you my baby. And because I can barely sit still. I’m like a kid in a candy store.”

“Baby, I literally just put your ass to sleep at three so you mean to tell me you only slept for four hours?”

“Hmm, maybe?”

“Mamas, come on. Go back to sleep so you’ll have energy for later. No pun intended.”

“But...”

“Nope, close your eyes and lay on my chest. Your ass is about to be out in ten minutes. Works every time.”

And no lie was told.

It was nearing 3:45 pm and it was now time for all of you to begin getting dressed to head to the venue and walk the red carpet.

The butterflies in your stomach were increasing by the second.

You and Jack had decided to coordinate your outfits and Metta along with Julissa found the perfect outfits to put the two of you in.

Well, everyone knew you were probably going to take the longest to get ready, so they made you go first.

It simply never failed, you would start to get ready and still be the last person out the door.

And no one was trying to be late.

But, of course, that’s exactly how it played out.

“Baby! How did you start getting ready before anyone else and you still not done!?”

“Don’t rush me, Jackman! Be patient!”

“She’s almost done!” All of PG heard Julissa say as she was putting the finishing touches on your makeup and making sure there wasn’t a hair out of place.

Julissa then ran into the living room to present her work to everyone which was you. She was proud of it and had done a damn good job.

“Is everyone ready?”

“Yes, Julissa, damn! We’ve been ready for like an hour!”

“Jack shut up. Once you see how pretty your wife looks, you’ll be thanking me. You’ll probably want to rip her clothes off as we speak.”

“But, I planned on doing that later anyway.”

“Yall are nasty as all hell. Do yall EVER come up for air?” 2fo asked as he rolled his eyes.

“Been tapping that since we were 15, not a chance.”

“Okay, yall shut up! Bring her out Julissa.” Metta replied while coming to sit on the couch next to Quiiso.

“Okayyyyy, I now present to you Mrs. Y/N Y/M/N Harlow better known as your first lady! Come on out Y/N!”

You had nothing but a big smile on your face as you walked into the living room so everyone could get a good look at your outfit.

“Well, got damn. Definitely worth the wait.” You heard Jack say as he was eyeing you up and down.

“Yes mamas! Work it! Give em a twirl!” Julissa was hyping you up as everyone began to laugh and take in how happy the scene in front of them was.

You did as you were told and hit a pose when you were finished.

“Damn, them earrings big as shit.” Brandi said taking in the sight of them.

“You know what they say. The bigger the hoop, the bigger the hoe.”

“Y/N! Stop that!” Jack exclaimed while also trying not to laugh.

“Now drop!”

“NO! My wife will NOT be dropping it for anyone but me. Y/N, you better not! If that ass hits the floor, they’ll be hell to pay. Damn mamas you look gorgeous. How’d I get so lucky?”

Jack asked while getting up and making his way towards you and taking in how amazing you looked.

“I’m the lucky one.” You replied as you lightly kissed him trying to not mess up your makeup.

“Nah, cut the shit! Don’t get these two started because we won’t make it downstairs until the show is over. Keep it moving. Jack, you know what your wife looks like. You’ve been staring at her for almost ten years.”

“Urb, you are such a fucking hater.” You replied while sticking up your middle finger in his direction with you earning the same gesture in return.

“Okay, yall we are all on a mission tonight to get Urb laid so he can stop hating on me and my wife!”

“I’m getting real tired of yall asses.”

It took less than twenty minutes in order to get to the venue and it was now go time.

The rest of PG got out first leaving only you and Jack.

“You ready, baby?”

You simply nodded as he got out first and held out his hand for you to take and you heard nothing but screams erupting from the crowd in front of the venue.

“Private Garden has arrived! Jack Harlow and the first lady, Y/N Harlow are making their way down the red carpet!”

All of you posed for several pictures and also made the time for you and Jack to do a few interviews before making your way inside.

All of you were sitting in a row with Jack being on the end and you were in the middle of him and 2fo.

The award show was now underway and Jack had killed his performance.

You were nothing but smiles as you all made your way back to your seats since all of PG had been on stage during it.

It was getting close to the time where the awards that you were nominated for were going to be presented and Jack could tell that you were starting to get restless.

“Baby, it’s going to be fine. If you get that award in your hand tonight or not, I for damn sure am proud of you along with the rest of PG.” Jack softly whispered in your ear before kissing your temple making you smile.

“I love you.”

“And I love you more.”

“Cut it out. Save it for later.” 2fo replied as he overheard the two of you making the both of you roll your eyes.

It was time.

“Please welcome Saweetie to the stage!”

They would have to get your best friend to present this award. You knew that she was probably behind this somehow.

After this award was presented, it would soon be time for you to hit the stage for your performance along with Mariah Carey.

“So, I am here to present the award for Best New Artist. Now, I have to admit there is some tough competition this year and it might seem biased of me however, the real ass rich ass bitch from the south has not come off yall necks since she stepped on the scene! Hey best friend!”

You and everyone else around you immediately laughed and you knew that she was trying to do her best to ease your nervousness.

That’s why she was one of your best friends.

“I love you!” You mouthed to her as she sent you a warm smile before mouthing the words back to you.

“Now, let’s take a look at the nominees.”

“Baby Keem.”

“Benny the Butcher.”

“Bleu.”

“Y/N.”

“Muni Long.”

“Tems.”

“And the award goes to...”

You were holding onto Jack’s hand for dear life and took a deep breath.

“MY BEST FRIEND! THE FIRST LADY OF PRIVATE GARDEN, Y/N HARLOWWWWW!” Saweetie yelled as Big Energy began to play.

You were in immediate shock and your eyes began to water as you stood up and embraced your husband.

“What I tell you? Nothin but winners in this family.”

“I couldn’t have done this without you.” You replied as you kissed him.

He helped you up the steps to the stage so that you could take your award from Saweetie who screamed before giving you a hug.

Once she handed you the award, you stepped to the mic with tears threatening to fall.

“I.. am.. I’m literally speechless right now.”

“WE LOVE YOU!”

“And I love yall too, yall have no idea how much. This is my first award that I’ve won and the fact that it’s a BET award is just out of this world and makes it all the more special. I have to thank God for giving me the opportunity to do this alongside by husband and best friends. They’re the ones who were constantly pushing me to be my best self and continue to do so on a daily basis. So, Jackman, I absolutely love you and PG, it’s only up from here. Thank yall so much for this.”

You were met with applause as Saweetie led the two of you backstage and the both of you embraced once again.

“I am so fucking proud of you babe! You deserve this!”

“You have no idea how much that means to me.”

“You are the shit, baby. And first lady needs to start acting like it.”

Liked by jackharlow, bet, saweetie, urbanwyatt, druski2funny, privategarden, and 7,249,870 others

y/ninsta: it's givin BEST NEW ARTIST 🥺

jackharlow: so proud of my baby. well deserved. all hail the queen of the south!

saweetie: go best friend, that's my best friend!

sza: and we didn't expect anything less!

normani: you out here killin it bby! let them know!

mariahcarey: it was an honor to share the stage with you. keep reaching for greatness. Love, Mimi 💕

y/ninsta: mariahcarey I can't even put into words how much I appreciate you 💕🥺

urbanwyatt: maybe you should listen to us more often. we KNEW how amazing you would be

y/ninsta: love you Urby 💕

druski2funny: proud of you mamas! but why yo earrings so big? 🤔

y/ninsta: druski2funny you know what they say, the bigger the hoop the bigger the hoe 🤭

jackharlow: Y/N!! stop that!

y/ninsta: jackharlow no.

jackharlow: y/ninsta no? did my wife just tell me no?

y/ninsta: jackharlow 👀

jackharlow: y/ninsta imma teach your ass a lesson when we get back at this hotel. no my ass.

y/ninsta: jackharlow or you can do it right now 😏

urbanwyatt: PLEASE NO

jackharlow: urbanwyatt we gotta get you laid man. and soon.

y/ninsta: jackharlow urbanwyatt 🤭🤭🤭

jackharlow: y/ninsta stop laughing because you won't be after I get through with you

y/ninsta: jackharlow do your worse daddy 😏

jackharlow: y/ninsta meet me by the bathrooms. NOW.

2forwoyne: jackharlow y/ninsta can't take yall horny asses anywhere

privategarden: it's only up from here for our queen!

y/ninsta: we got room for everybody to win!

jackharlow: y/ninsta get your ass back here NOW.

y/ninsta: jackharlow cumming! I mean coming!

druski2funny: jackharlow y/ninsta yall got room for one more? 👀

jackharlow: druski2funny you got the got damn audacity to ask me that shit?

druski2funny: jackharlow look closed mouths don't get fed

jackharlow: druski2funny only mouth getting fed over here is mine. get your own girl.

druski2funny: y/ninsta tell yo man to let me watch!

y/ninsta: druski2funny you already got a free show in the past so no

saweetie: wait WHAT

normani: SPILL THE MUTHAFUCKIN TEA NEOW

sza: y/ninsta jackharlow EXPLAIN YOURSELVES

jackharlow: sza later. we busy.

jackandy/naremyparents: can't wait to hear about this one 🤭🤭

saweetie: and why do I feel urbanwyatt was somehow involved?

urbanwyatt: *sigh* because I was

theestallion: urbanwyatt SPILL IT

urbanwyatt: I think 2forwoyne is calling me

2forwoyne: urbanwyatt the hell I'm not. Spill it!

urbanwyatt: yall not about to send me 6 feet under. all imma say is the recording session of Sex Lies.... and I'm out ✌️

jackharlow: urbanwyatt one of my best performances if I do say so myself 😏

2forwoyne: jackharlow keep it down. yall loud as shit. how we in the club and I can still hear her?

jackharlow: 2forwoyne I'll do my best but no promises

saweetie: jackharlow well got damn

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