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that-one-anxious-mango · 1 year

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Heyyy ☺️ I love this series sooo much, it is so nice to see Austin stories that involve a black reader. Not having to edit the story in my head to make it fit me is wonderful 🥰. For your Drabble event could you do either first date or a special date that they have had? Thank you 💕 💕

20 Questions.

Summary: It’s a in-house date night with Austin and his best girl. Where you get to know them and they get to know each other!

Contents: Fluff ofc! Mentions of deceased relatives. Little angst if you squint. Slight steaminess. Austin and his best girl being the cutest.

A/N: Hi Beautiful Humans! It’s me! I hope y’all of you are having a wonderful time. Just wanted to go ahead and drop this off for you guys and also give some special shout-outs to:

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Today was Friday.

Which also meant it was date night.

And with it being quite gloomy outside for the usual LA weather the two of you had decided that it'd be the perfect day to have a in-house date night. You insisted that tonight you would to try and cook for your man a simple meal of grilled cheese and tomato soup.

A skeptical but supportive Austin would go on to happily watch you not only blacken all attempts at the grilled cheese, but also burn the poor tomato soup that you forgot to add enough water to.

And once the tears started rolling, in real Austin fashion he'd wrapped you in a blanket and placed you on the couch promising to return. After cleaning up your food fail he pulled out all the ingredients he needed and made a hell of a good pan of pasta.

After some feeding, cuddling, finger fucking , and napping. The two of you had decided that a more PG-13 activity was in order. With that you suggested a game that you'd been wanting to play with Austin for a while. Let's get deep: 20 question edition.

" Okay. Here we go, number one." You listened to Austin while you giggled staring down at the stacks of cards in front of you and then back up at Austin, who looked on in amusement. " What movie was so sad that you would never watch it again? " He asked.

" Mmmm." You thought for a minute, there were plenty but really you could only narrow it down to two, " I think I would definitely have to say either Dumbo or Fruitvale Station. I can't choose. You can only watch both once." You affirmed.

" Watching Dumbo is a traumatizing experience that no child of any age should be subjected to at all. Like just the first thirty minutes was enough for me to need a lifelong therapist. And as far as Fruitvale Station goes...I feel that the content overview speaks for itself. It's a beautiful movie, but I could barely make it through til the end." You explained.

Austin nodded, " I seen Dumbo a long time ago when I was little and all I remember is this very strong urge to go hug my mom after watching. " He said making you smile, " But I haven't seen Fruitvale Station. No particular reason why, it's just never happened."

" Understandable." You nodded reaching to grab another card off one of the piles.

" My turn. Two. What's the weirdest thing you find attractive in a person?" You moved your eyes to look at him in curiosity.

Almost immediately he said, " People who floss."

Amused in question you went, " Really? Why? "

" Yeah. I don't know. But in a weird way to me. It shows that you care about yourself. Like babe, do you know how many people don't floss. Ever." He explained.

And the more you thought about it, he was right. Gross.

But lucky for you, you didn't have that problem seeing as your upbringing had made you a bit of a dental freak. So you hit all the points in that department.

" Yeah. I guess I see your point. " You said just as a thought passed in your mind, " So, do you find it attractive when I floss." You goofed biting a bit of your upper lip.

Laughing at you he leaned over to plant a hardy peck to your lips, pulling away to say, " Makes my dick jump every time, sweetheart." He half whispered sending the two of you into a short fit of laughter.

" Alright alright alright. Next. Three. " He moved to pick up a card, " Describe our relationship in three words." He asked.

Even though you had to think a bit, it didn't take you long before you had your three words, " Meaningful.....Honest.... Adaptive. " You answered.

Eyes glimmering in happiness and satisfaction Austin questioned, " I know these are suppose to be short but, care to elaborate please."

" Well, I feel it's meaningful because literally almost everything we do has some type of meaning behind it. Like when you got me the fern. Or when I gave you the blanket. There's always some type of love behind everything. Plus you mean so much to me and in-turn I mean so much to you, which I guess in general terms makes us meaningful..right?" You giggled trying your best to explain your thoughts in the best way you could.

But Austin understood what you meant, he felt his heart swelling bigger and bigger by the moment, " I see. So what about honest?"

" I feel our relationship is also built around honesty. I know I've told you this before but throughout my life I've encountered a great deal of liars and that's something that I really didn't wanna come into my adult life with. Unavoidable I know. And especially in a relationship. " You began, " But with you, from the day that we sat down, listening to you be so open and honest with me when at the time I was just a complete stranger to you. It made me feel something. And from then on I've never ever had to second guess anything or feel like your keeping things from me. It's refreshing and I value that." You explained.

Austin listened intently thinking back to the first hours the two of you had spent together talking after he'd finished reading you the book. Hearing you talk about how surprised you were hearing Austin talk the way he did shocked him a bit. He hadn't really ever realized just how personal the two of you had gotten in that short amount of time. But to him now, that was just proof that this was something special from the start.

" And finally I think we're adaptive because whether it be your schedule or mine that keeps up from doing traditional couples stuff. We make it work. We adapt to whatever challenge we face together. And that's important." You finished offering a smile.

Austin return your feeling of content displaying a smile of his own. He was so happy to be with you. And to be building the kind of relationship where it's foundations were things like these. Things that would help the two of you last, because all in all. That was goal.

" I think all of that is really accurate and beautiful, mama. I love you." He said reaching for your hand to bring it to his lips and press a gentle kiss to it.

" I love you, Aus." You returned reaching that same hand to palm his cheek.

The two of you continued your little moment before moving forward.

" Number four. Name something that you wish you could do but can't." You asked.

Teasing Austin said, " Gain the ability to say no to you."

You rolled your eyes playfully. " Be serious, Austin."

Laughing some more he says, " I am being serious, woman. You have no idea the power you hold over me. It's like you just know all you have to do is bat those pretty lashes at me and say please, to turn me into a sucker." He informed.

Your smile widen, " Really? "

Austin nodded leaning back against the couch, " Awe don't be coy. Really, mama."

You sounded a ' Hmmph '.

" Well I'll just have to keep that in mind then, huh?" You said shooting him a glance.

Smirking he replied, " Don't go getting too many good ideas."

" I won't."

With that he leaned up to send a squeeze to your thigh before reaching and grabbing another card.

" Mm. This is a good one." Austin's lips twitched up into a smirk while he shot you a look.

" Oh god." You laughed rolling your eyes, " Dare I ask? "

" Yes, please dare." He wiggled his eyebrows and you laughed, " Go ahead then."

" Five, If there's a particular part of you I should touch to get you in the mood. Where would it be?" He questioned.

Playfully humming while placing your pointer finger to the corner of your lips, the curiosity of wanting to know where he thought it was himself popped in," Before I answer where do you think it is, Mr. Butler?"

" Well, honey." He sighed leaning back against the couch," Based on months of bountiful research and exhausting observations. I'd have to say it'd be your neck."

Dammit.

He was right. You loved when he touched your neck. It always left you breathless in more ways than one.

" You sure, " You challenged figuring to keep your cool," Because if I recall your always touching my thighs."

And it was true. If the two of you were laying down to read or watch a movie Austin either had to have his head rested in your lap or hands stuffed between the crevices of your thighs. In the car, Austin only drove with his left hand because his right was specially reserved for your thigh. Whenever your being a little bratty or you say something about yourself that Austin isn't fond of, you better believe he is going to send a good little pinch to your thigh before kissing the spot all better.

" That's because their my particular part of you that gets me in the mood." He informed looking at you while gliding a singular finger up your thigh to the hemline of the shorts you wore. Still never dropping eye contact he continued, " But I know it's your neck because whenever we make love and I run my hand across your neck or decide to take a good little grip on it. That my love, is when you come for me the hardest." He finished.

By now that same finger had turned into a full hand that had found it's way up to get a nice gentle but firm hold on your neck. He softly used it to pull you to him and place a nice sloppy kiss to your lips making a moan release from your throat.

Pulling back he let go with a smug grin on his face to your annoyed but disheveled expression before motioning for you to draw a card while you tried to collect yourself.

Once you had settled the waves below, you a bit shakily grab the next card, clearing your throat, " Okay. Six. What is one activity that makes you feel alive?"

Without a doubt Austin knew his answer, " Easy. Horseback riding. Nothing like making that bond with a horse, the trust you build with them is pure. And then being out and open with nature. Clearing your mind and body. It's refreshing." He explained. " I think that's why filming The Shannara Chronicles was one of my favorite projects so far." He furthered grabbing a sip of the Yerbamate on the table.

" Yep and I'll have to take your word for it, babe." You quickly chirped making Austin sigh.

Ever since you and Austin had stumbled on the topic of horseback riding one day and you had revealed to him that while you thought horses were absolutely majestic and beautiful from a distance, under no circumstances would you ever consider getting on one. Period. And to him this was a great injustice...almost as big as when you told him you didn't like PB & J's.

You shuddered at the thought.

" Baby for the thousandth time. I'm telling you it's not as scary as you think it is. And you won't know until you try it. That thing with the girl was just a freak accident. That's a exception." Austin tried to argue but still you just shook your head unphased. You knew what you'd witnessed all those years back and you were good.

" Austin." You started, " The poor girl broke her back and part of her collarbone after one of them threw her off and fell on her. I seen it happen. It's like he WWE smushed her ass on the ground." You recalled watching a friend of a friend in high-school's scary interaction with the creature. It was terrifying. " Plus I'm pretty sure that she wasn't exactly ever the same in the membrane after that either." You added thinking about some of the antics the girl had gotten into post injury.

Austin blew out a breath, " Honey, while I think the situation is terrible. I'm pretty sure there was other factors that went into the happening. But I'm telling you that it's not normally like that. You just have to trust yourself and the horse."

Hearing him you still you were unchanged and really wanting to chance the topic so you came up with the compromise, " Okay okay okay. I hear you, Aus. And I'll think about it some more okay." You suggested shooting him a look to send the message that you were ready to move on.

Taking the hint he settled for what you were giving with a somber smile and moved to pick up another card, " So the next one is a little heavier, if that's alright?" Austin questioned staring down at the card.

Feeling like you could fully trust him you nodded, " Go head, babe." You prompted preparing yourself.

" Seven, in your opinion which is worse. Emotional or physical cheating? " He asked looking directly into your eye line.

" Oh." You spoke. It wasn't like you couldn't answer or that this wasn't something the two of you hadn't discussed. It was just a bit of a uncomfortable topic was all.

" Well being honest..." You trailed looking over to his face that was locked in on yours.

" Yeah." Austin encouraged.

Taking a second to collect your thoughts you began, " Like I said before, cheating no matter what is a deal breaker for me. But, being honest I think their equally as bad in opinion. I know anyone can argue it anyway. But the way I see it is that it takes something emotional in the first place to drive someone to cheat physically. I feel like if we're in a exclusive relationship where we're trusting and committing our bodies to only each other and you go and share that part of you with someone else it's a betrayal. And same thing with emotional. If we're in a relationship and I'm giving my all to let you know that there isn't anything that you should feel like you can't come to me about, and you still go and share those parts with someone else. That's also pretty bad so..." You finished looking him directly in eye.

Austin nodded taking in what you were saying completely. This wasn't his first time hearing you express your expectations when it came to this type of dishonesty, but it was good to hear again all the same, " I hundred precent agree with everything you've said. And vice versa over here. I think our communication is good enough to where we can communicate our needs effectively to each other. But I still want you to know that we're never going to get to that point, honey. That's one of the reasons that ring is on your finger. It's a promise." Austin sincerely confessed making your heart expand.

You peaked down at the promise ring on your finger and then back at Austin.

" I know."

" Good."

" Alrighty moving on. Eight. Is applesauce suppose to be warm or cold? " You posed.

" Cold." Austin immediately responded, " That's the only right answer."

You nodded, " I whole-heartedly agree. And I'm glad to know that you aren't a nutjob. "

" Noted. Next." Austin laughed picked up a card, " Nine. What is something that you wanna like but just can't? "

You sighed in faked despair, " Saunas. I really wanted to be that girl. The insta-fit chick that has the whole sauna self care bit going. But I realized how much I really don't like being sweaty unless absolutely necessary. " You informed to a smirking Austin.

Before he could open his mouth you reiterated, " I SAID ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY."

His hands shot up in defense while he snickered, " All I was going to ask was if you wanted to get sweaty later. But seeing as that wouldn't be absolutely necessary. I guess not." He shrugged.

Smacking your teeth you grabbed a pillow to childishly toss at Austin while you tell him that getting sweaty with him will always be absolutely necessary in your book. " I'll hold you to that." He says shooting you the infamous look.

" Look forward to it. But first we have to finish this before we start something else, " You remind him picking up a new card, " Ten. Name the most fond memory you have with your moth-" You stopped mid- question instantly regretting asking, you hadn't meant to bring it up. Idiot.

Quickly you tried to shift and grab another card while shooting him a sympathetic look, " I'm sorry, babe. I- I should have read the card in my head before I read it out lo-"

But he halted your movement softly grabbing your hand, " It's okay It's alright, B-"

" No, Austin it's not I sho-"

" You should just go ahead and let me answer. I promise it's okay. Matter of fact..I want to." He said holding your eye contact to show you he was sincere until you agreed leaning back.

" I know I've said this in interviews before, but growing up not to faraway from Disney and Knotts Berry, my mom and I would go all the time. Finish all my homework earlier in the day and then drive over. We used to spend hours riding the rides or just sitting on the park benches and talking. Because I was so shy and homeschooled on top of it she was bestfriend. I could sit and talk to her about anything....God I miss her." Austin reminisced bringing a smile to his face. You could see the tears forming in his eyes and in return yours did the same.

Instinctively you reached out to him which he accepted offering you a spot on his lap.

You held onto him in silence drinking in his warmth and touch while enjoying the quiet comfort you were offering through the silent intimacy. The two of you stayed just like that for awhile. Your head against his chest listening to the melody of his heartbeat and feeling the weight of his head rested on yours. His hands ran up and down your spine gripping and rubbing.

You felt oddly harmonious with each other.

The two of you stayed like that before you let go when the brilliant idea of desert popped in your mind. Remembering that Beatrice had dropped off a royal raspberry drizzle cheesecake. You went to the kitchen coming back with two plates carrying carefully sliced pieces. You were sure this would lighten the mood.

Austin smiled taking his plate and offering you a " Thank you, baby." And a kiss to the temple.

From there you resumed your game.

" Eleven. What is the most precious or important thing you own? " Austin asked before taking the bite of cheesecake you were offering.

" Um. " You sounded setting the desert plate on the coffee table, " Well, babe. I'm gonna have to cheat a little bit." You confessed.

" Oh. How's that." Austin inquired.

" I'm gonna have to list some things." You confirmed.

Smiling Austin says, " I'll allow it."

" Good. Okay so the most precious and important things I own in no particular order is my promise ring, the blanket my mom made me, our fern, my mother's ring, and my lucky smiley hat." You listed.

" You know I love when you wear that hat." He laughed, " You always look so cute. Remember when you wore it when we went to go see the jazz band in the park. Everyone tried to steal it off of you."

" Yeah it was quite interesting. Having to fight off people with John Coltrane playing in the back."

" But anywho. Twelve, If we were role playing. What would you dress me up as? " You bite your lip waiting on his response. You were extremely curious to hear his answer.

You had to adjust yourself a little bit as you felt the gates to your 'oasis' starting to open up even more than earlier from the way he was looking at you.

" Honestly? " Austin's eyebrow raised.

" Of course. Wouldn't want it any other way." You responded.

" Well, even though it may sound cliché. In my younger years," He laughed, " The whole French maid thing intrigued me for a bit."

Your mouth twitched in a smile, " Know what. I'm not surprised. That checks out."

" What?! What's that suppose to mean? "

You laughed at his playfully offended expression while he clutched his chest, " It means that you seem like a french maid kind of man, babe. Classy. You already have this old school charm to you. So it's on-brand that you'd be into that." You elaborated.

He looked at you a second before saying a simple, " Thats fair. "

Tilting his head at you he continued, " So, if a little french maid outfit just happened to appear in your size around here somewhere. And I called to say my office may need some dusting...would you be willing to oblige." He suggested leaning over and biting at his lip.

You leaned in and said, " Oui."

He groaned and blushed a bit in response moving to grab another card only to laugh when he read it, "Right on topic. Thirteen. How many children do you want someday? "

" Um...uh..well it really depends. When I was younger I always wanted to be like cheaper by the dozen or the mine, yours, and ours family. " You giggled thinking about how you wanted a brood of children to homeschool, make three meals a day for, and be driven absolutely crazy by. But as you got older and life took it's fuzzy fun filter off and you began seeing the true colors of the world, that life started to seem less and less ideal.

You caught Austin's face which was mixed with curiosity and glee. Even though you guys had had some conversations here and there that involved kids he'd never heard this from you before. He was intrigued, "Seriously you wanted twelve kids. You with twelve kids?" He repeated for emphasis.

You laughed, " Yeah. Believe it or not. I like kids and I love my nieces and nephews even though I don't get to see them as much as I'd like. So, in a perfect fantasy world. But being realistic though. I think I would like two or four. I wanna have enough but not too many to where I won't have the energy or the time to give them all as much equal time and attention." You explained.

" I get that. And I like that it's even numbers. So no one will ever be left out of games and they'll be able to pair up when we go out to fairs or do activities." He added with a gleam in his eye.

Austin couldn't lie and say that hadn't thought of what life would be like settling down with you and hearing little footsteps roam the halls. Some could say it was too soon to be thinking about things like that, but he couldn't help. You made him want a future with you.

And vice versa.

" Exactly. Don't want anyone getting lonely." You agreed trying to play off the blush that had captured your face. You pulled a card, " Fourteen. What's your favorite thing about me?" You asked.

" There's so many different things, honey." Austin sighed trying to rack his brain to be able to just pick one thing, and then he said it, " Your unflinching ability to be kind to everyone."

Your twisted up your face, " Really, you think so? "

It wasn't like you were saying that you thought you were mean. I mean sure you did your best to try and be nice and kind to everyone you came across, but you weren't the type to just stick that label to yourself.

" YES REALLY. " Austin emphasized, " You'd literally give anyone the clothes off your back and shoes off your feet. You never cease to amaze me with the grace you have with people even when they don't deserve it. Especially in that situation with the Paps the other week. I know it took a lot not to respond to the name calling and picking but you just kept going and even told the man to have ' a blessed day'." Austin recalled the icky interaction you'd had with paparazzi while out with some friends.

Shaking your head you waved him off, " I just do what I was raised to do. It's a natural thing. Can't sweat that." You said.

And that's exactly what I want you to teach our children. Austin thought.

" Yeah, babe. I know. But it still adds to your amazingness. " He concluded picking a card, " Alright. Fifteen. Where is somewhere you've always wanted to go, but never been? "

Your answer was almost instant, " Italy."

Austin blinked fast smiling, " That was fast."

You shyly grinned, " Yeah I know. I didn't mean to say it that fast but that's my number one. I've just always been fascinated by the food and culture. And I really feel like I wanna go and immerse myself in it. Ya' know experience it for myself." You told him of your dream.

It was true too. You could see yourself having authentic pasta and taking walks along the rivers. Finally trying pure gelato. Visiting different museums and taking rides on the gondola. It might sound like cliché tourist behavior but you wanted it all.

Austin was taking note of how you lit up while talking about the idea of visiting and decided to slip that note into his pocket for later.

Once you'd finished your mini ranting you picked a card, " Sixteen. Name something that you're weirdly good at? "

Austin noodled on the question. Then you watched him grab one of the unused napkins as he started to twist and pinch it in his hands.

Curious you asked, " What're you doing, my sweet baboo? "

Feeling fuzzy at the name he responded, " You'll see. Just wait a second, honey."

So waited and watched him. You found it cute how concentrated he looked.

And before you knew it. He was handing you a beautifully crafted rose napkin.

" Awe Austin." You gushed. " It's so cute. How'd you learn to do that? "

" Ah'. It's just something I randomly picked up once. But I think I've gotten pretty good at it over the years." He said.

" I hope you know I'm going to force you to do this with all our napkins now, right." You teased.

" That's fine. Anything for you, mama." He moved closer to you now wrapping a arm around you.

You didn't know why but him saying that, had made something jump in you. Something hot.

And the closer he got, the more you looked at his face. And the more you looked at his face, the more you wanted to sit on it.

Not being able to help yourself you managed to move in and capture your his lips with yours. They were always so soft.

After a minute almost reluctantly he pulled back catching apart of his breath, " Woah, Mama. Wait a minute. As much as I'd love to keep going. Don't you still wanna finish the game first? " He asked cupping your face with a hand.

"Nope." You popped the P, " Not really." You spoke before pulling him back in. He groaned in your mouth at the added friction you brought by started to grind slowly into his lap.

Still once more he found the strength to move away, " You sure?"

You nodded, but just then a funny little tease came to mind, " Know what. Actually, I do have one last question honey." You said running your against his cheek.

" Go for it, darling."

" Final question. What's your favorite sex position." You questioned positioning yourself up some more. You could see the fire dancing in his eyes and from the way he licked his lips you were sure there were fiery thoughts that accompanied them.

He sighed biting his bottom lip, " Well. If you must know. As old fashion as it may sound. I'd have to say missionary." Taking a squeeze of your ass.

" Why? " You coyly asked.

" Because I like to be able to look you directly in the eye when I make you come over and over again. The faces you make, always looks like art. Care to be my muse? " He asked taking his hand away from your face to move it along down to your throat.

And with that all you could do was nod before you found yourself on your back, on the couch looking a pretty man in the eye while he gave you pretty amazing orgasms.

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thatdepressedtwink · 8 months

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I draw cartoons, I post my thoughts on fandom stuff, and I’m unorganised but I try.

This blog is where I archive all my art.

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I’m transsexual, bigender , bisexual, and biracial (if only I were bilingual)

I’ll probably tag my art with something corny like #twinkart or something

Reblogs will just be #reblogs

And as for Asks, I’m not sure what I would really use them for. But send an ask if you have like drawing idea, prompt, question, suggestion, etc. maybe even casual conversation who knows? I’ve only used tumblr very briefly

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artificialqueens · 2 years

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New Fic Challenge: PEN PAL CHALLENGE TAKE TWO (AKA ULTIMATE RARE PAIRS)

New Deadline: September 15, 2022

Hello Friends!!

Well, listen. I can admit when I’ve made a mistake. 🙈

While people here are very into rare pairs, normally, it seems like the parameters for this challenge (as they were first posted) may have made things a little TOO difficult. Or at least, not very exciting because it took the “chemistry” element out of the equation. Which is like, 97% of the fun of fanfiction. Oops. My bad. Sorry 'bout that. I really thought y'all would be more into crack ships. 😂

Anyway, here’s an attempt to modify those guidelines so that it’s a bit more relaxed, but still encourages people to play with those international franchises that don’t get as much attention. And also, still keeps the spirit of @laineecope’s original suggestion.

Revised Guidelines, Submission Instructions, Randomizer Tool, and a little Prompt List below after the cut. Feel free to send an ask if you have more questions, requests, prompts, headcanons, thoughts, artwork, playlists, or anything to contribute. XOXO

***NOTE: If you have begun writing something based on the original guidelines, you can absolutely still use it!! These rules are less restrictive, but following the old rules would still make your fic perfectly fine.***

Revised Guidelines:

So, we’re still trying to find rare pairs, and we’re still trying to put a spotlight on international queens. Here’s another way to get there that’s hopefully less rigid: Choose a pairing, romantic or not, where at LEAST one of the queens:

> Appeared on a Televised Drag Competition that was *not* the flagship US RPDR Seasons 1-14 (An International Season of Drag Race, Dragula, Queen of Drags, Queen of the Universe, etc).

> Appeared on US RPDR but was born outside of the USA, or is not a citizen of the US/was not a citizen when they competed*

Write a fic - any length, any genre - using the theme of “pen pals.” (If you’re not sure where to begin, there’s a list of prompts below to help you get started. And YES, ‘pen pal’ can be any form of written communication, not just postal letters. So online friends, people who meet on social media/messageboards/etc would 100% qualify here.)

Suggestion (not a requirement, just an idea) - though you could go in a romantic direction with any of these, it would be a cool challenge to really explore gen fic and the power and importance of friendship and found family.

If the other queen(s) in your main ship are from the same franchise, then consider adding in supporting character(s) from a 2nd or even 3rd franchise as friends, coworkers, classmates, etc.

For a fun alternate/speed challenge: Set a timer for an hour or two and write one round of “letters” back and forth.

Remember that the above guidelines are not enforceable. No one is grading you and this is all just for fun. Basically, if you submit anything and tag it with the fic challenge, then that’s awesome and I love you and so will anyone who reads it.

*Please keep in mind that Puerto Ricans are United States Citizens. But also, See the last bullet point.

Submission Instructions: Please tag your stories with “fic challenge” and “pen pals.” In your author’s note, tell us which franchises your queens are from and what nationalities they are, if relevant. Have fun! XOXO

Randomizer to help select queens from across the RPDR franchises.

Revised Prompt List:

Queens began as pen pals when they were younger and are now roommates.

Queens began as pen pals and it’s a friends to lovers type scenario.

Using a literary device of the actual letters or messages back and forth, possibly over the course of a long time period to see how feelings and their writing styles and personalities change as the years go by.

A catfishing situation with one queen getting suspicious and an eventual confrontation.

“Pen Pal” used in a more modern sense to mean “met online and became friends through social media or another messaging platform”

Meeting in person and eventually figuring out that they’d been pen pals many years earlier as children or teenagers. Possibly having helped each other through very rough times.

#fic challenge guidelines

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agentcarterbingo · 2 years

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Hi!! I’m so excited for this, and I hope people are too!!

This event is open to all ships, as long as one of the main characters in the ship appear on the show, and the same thing goes for crossover ships and reader-insert fics. It’s open to both authors and artists as well!

How to Sign Up:

Reblog this post to the blog you want to participate with (while likes are appreciated, a reblog makes it easier for me to keep track of everything) and follow @agentcarterbingo

Fill out the sign up form linked at the bottom of this post

Within a week after you sign up, you’ll receive a bingo card from this blog via dm. i’m hoping to get the first crop of cards out for y’all who sign up within a few days

Post your fills whenever you want, and tag this blog so I can reblog them. Please also use the tag #ACB2022.

If you are posting to AO3, please post your work to the collection

At the end of the event, you will put together a post of all your works for this event so I can create a big list of all the creators and reblog your masterlists. i suggest that you start a draft early and add to it as you go so you’re not scrambling to find all your works before the post is due

more important info under the cut!!

Other Things:

Please tag all warnings properly and place NSFW content under a cut (or I will not reblog it). fics over 400 words must include a “read more.”

content no-no’s and more information can be found on the rules post

Somewhere before your fic, clearly state which square you are filling from your card AND what the relationship in the fic is so I can tag it accordingly.

if you are interested in collaborating with another person in the event, more information on can be found on the rules post as well

if you want to post your card and take prompts/requests that’s totally fine!! i can even boost your post here if you tag me

minimums: 300 words of fic, 1 finished piece of art, or a 9 image moodboard

the cards are 4x4, so it’s a total of 16 submissions over the course of the event.

absolutely no ship/character bashing in your creations. we as creators should support each other, not tear others down. i don’t expect this to be an issue because everyone that has expressed interest in the event so far has been lovely, but i also do not take this lightly, as i am someone who writes many different and often overlapping ships.

Please remember to tag this blog in your stuff!!! With peggysous week, I was able to snoop around the tags and catch some people whose tag didn’t go through or forgot to tag, but this is a much longer event, so I can’t really do that all the time. If you’re worried the tag didn’t go through, just shoot me an ask with the link to your story!

if you are only posting on ao3 and you don’t crosspost to tumblr, you can either post an announcement with a link to your fic that i would reblog, or you can send this blog an ask with all the necessary information and a link to your fic on ao3.

If you’re posting on AO3, please post to the collection linked above. If you don’t know how to do that, I can post a guide with pictures.

Event Schedule:

Sign ups will close on February 28th

You’ll receive cards after you sign up, so you’re not waiting until March 1st for a card. I hope to have the cards to participants within a week of them signing up.

Creating Period officially begins on March 1st, but the AO3 Collection is already up and running, so you can start posting any time after you get your card.

You should be finished with your card by September 1st, but there’s a two week buffer built into the event already because masterlists aren’t due until september 14th.

I think that’s it! if you have any questions feel free to ask them!

#agent carter bingo #agent carter #peggy carter #daniel sousa #jack thompson #dottie underwood #angie martinelli #howard stark #edwin jarvis #peggysous #cartinelli #steggy #carterwood #peggy carter x reader #daniel sousa x reader #jack thompson x reader #ACB2022

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studiojeon · 3 years

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bitterness in goodbye | jjk

this is part of my troubled outsiders series. sadly, you can't read this as a stand alone (meaning: feel free to check the previous parts ♡)

| summary | - You can’t help but feel a little sad when Jungkook doesn’t refrain from cuddling your arm after pleading to forgive him. You wish you could cuddle him instead, that he would lay his head on your chest as you play with his soft hair, but you recognize there are some things you just can’t have.

warnings: none (?) i mean chaeryeong insults jungkook which is an atrocity in itself but-

contents: we diving into the angst my friends. jungkook is an innocent, kind hearted soul, i promise. oc's got the feels (out oct. 1) for jk. idol!jungkook × student!reader.

author's note: I EDITTED THIS FROM MY PHONE DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW FUCKING ANNOYING THAT IS? also, thank u for the amount of support i've been receiving lately, i appreciate everyone lots. feel free to ask away or suggest anything btw, i would love to write for any prompts you guys come up with. 💞💗💖💘💓💕

words: 1.57k

playlist: honey by halsey

Four weeks later, the receptionist of your apartment complex hands you over a cardboard box with the hoodie Jungkook and you had talked about that day on the Han River. Jungkook kept pestering you to please please please send him your address for confidential purposes, which you knew had to do with his determination to literally provide anything that catches your eye right away. You assumed it was a sensitive topic for the boy whether people had purposefully taken advantage of his money before, so you didn’t dare to say anything when the man asked you for your size literally two hours after he dropped you off, scared to either reject his solidare intentions or piss him off for bringing unwanted memories back. In your defense, your personality type keeps oscillating between INFP and INFJ so it’s only natural that you take extra care to make sure those around you have as much peace of mind as possible in your presence.

As pretty and comfortable the piece of soft clothing is, an important factor is missing, something that you can’t recreate buying two of the same size and color, and that is Jungkook's escence and how good it looks on him in comparison to anyone else in the world. Meaning, you didn’t like it as much as you thought initially would. And it absolutely did not have to do with the fact that your short stature made you look like a toddler who stole their dad’s jacket.

Still, in order to show Jungkook how much you appreciate his gift, you bring it to work the next day, and the rest of the days after that, with the excuse that with winter rolling around you needed something to keep you warm in the office. Jungkook doesn’t miss the opportunity to confirm your assumptions regarding your appearance whenever he barges into your office randomly throughout the week, arguing that ”you look so adorable” and doesn’t stop for two weeks more, until he gets used to seeing you wearing something you shared with him. Which doesn’t help ease your growing romantic feelings for him whatsoever.

Because yeah, you liked Jeon Jungkook, just like every human being with eyes and sexual desires, except, you didn’t just like him in a superficial way, and that’s where the problem with him resides. Though you are sure everyone has fallen in love with the endearing boy at some point - especially the excluded and invalidated women of society - you can’t help but place some blame on you for allowing yourself to be swooned so goddamn easily. Your mom had said to you at some point to be wary of the way some men would talk to you when you grew up, their intention usually being getting inside your pants, which has happened to you more times than you'd like to admit. And with the argument that she knew you better than anyone, she claimed you would comply right the second someone talked sweet to you; you despised the fact that was the case with Jungkook (and Jungkook only), although he had never shown any sexual innuendos. What your feelings could do to your relationship with Jungkook and your rather chill lifestyle scared you to death, shiver me timbers and all that shit, having romantic feelings for someone else is embarrassing, especially when your chance with them has been scratched out the second you laid eyes on them.

Jungkook sits on your couch, legs spread on your thighs as you two pretend to watch some series on netflix. “I don’t buy for a second the act you’re putting on right now.” he speaks randomly after staring at your deep-in-thought state for a few minutes and laughs when you snap at him for not letting you overthink in peace. “What’s going on?”

Truth is, you don’t fucking know. A few hours before he arrived at your place (you had to pick him up at the dorm and sneak the both of you through the subterranean parking lot, because god forbid someone saw Jungkook arriving at some chick’s dorm on a saturday afternoon) you swore you would be able to conceal whatever emotional turmoil you had going inside of you without compromising your regular behaviour around the man, but when push comes to shove, it’s impossible to keep yourself from wondering how far you could go before that special someone found out what was going on inside of your head.

Jungkook’s phone rings in his pocket with some annoying tone he had downloaded illegally from youtube the same day the company had handed over the device as a gift for him (you still were a little bitter over how they neglected the rest of the staff but you also knew it was kind of impossible for the human kind to just gift a-thousand-dollar-phones to almost five hundred people out of solidarity). “Hyung?” he picks up, still wary of your unusual behaviour, concerned eyes looking at you. “No, uh- i’m with Yugyeom right now.” and your heart shatters into a million pieces.

You have been suspecting for a while that Jungkook is being hesitant to introduce you to his social circle. Although, you’ve tried your best not to take it personal, it is getting harder to resist the urge to ask him what the fuck is up with that. The fact that Jungkook had to lie about the person he was hanging out with broke your ego; he could’ve just said he was with a friend, right? You suddenly feel like you’re fifteen again, when the guy you liked would love you in the dark but pretend he didn’t know you in the light.

Holding your tears back, you gently push him off and make your way towards the bathroom in the most nonchalant way you could. This is your fault for falling for the nice popular guy in the first place, you remind the reflection staring back at you. Still, as bad as it hurt, there was no way you were going to cry over a stupid boy, let alone when he was literally sat on the next room. He can go fuck himself if he thinks he can just toss this behind as if nothing ever happened.

You text Chaeryeong instead.

“chaery bom bom: i swear to god i gonna throw hands the next time i see the bitch.

chaery bom bom: like who the hell does he think he is? fucking squidward looking asshole.

chaery bom bom: he ain’t even that cute bub, you’ll get over him. i know jinyoung wouldn’t treat you like this”

You sigh. Chaeryeong has been enamored with the idea of you and his former company colleague from GOT7 since the day she met the guy (which was somewhere around ten years ago), and although he was all that, you didn’t like his quiet and cold aura, it intimidated the fuck out of you (Jungkook was the entire opposite of that).

You spray on some perfume just to have an excuse as to why you randomly ran to the bathroom when Jungkook’s inquiring eyes stare as you sit back on the couch, which is exactly what he does. “You done with your call?” you ask, bitter.

Jungkook frowns, a bit taken aback by the sudden question but still unaware of the way his words had made you feel, not even sensing the hostile change in your mood. “Yes, it was one of our managers. He was wondering if I could come back to reshoot some...-thing.”

Okay, now you kind of understand as to why he lied in the first place and to say you feel guilty is an understatement. “I supposed he backed down once you mentioned you were hanging out with Yugyeom.” playfulness makes its appearance on your tone and Jungkook rolls his eyes at you, tongue poking on the inside of his slightly red cheeks.

“Sorry for that” he moves closer and cuddles your arm, like a sad guilty puppy. “It’s just- I don’t want them asking questions''.

You understand. He is a very reserved and private person after all. It took you a bit to crack him open yourself. Plus, you kind of share that trait with him, you’d hate it too if people were constantly on your nerves for the people you decide to hang out with.

And that’s all it takes to forgive him. Not very cash money of you.

“You better not pull that shit again, though” you shift in his hold and he looks up at you. One look into your eyes and he knows what you mean. “I’ll kick you out.”

After nodding, Jungkook resumes his concentration on the series you picked out for him. Due to your short attention span, you are very picky about what you invest your time in, especifically with audiovisual pieces of media, so Jungkook trusts you whenever you recommend something on very rare occasions. As a matter of fact, Jungkook was busy attacking your kitchen counters for snacks (which you didn’t have) when you mentioned Money Heist. “Munch on some grapes instead” you suggested to soothe his disappointment.

You can’t help but feel a little sad when Jungkook doesn’t refrain from cuddling your arm after pleading to forgive him. You wish you could cuddle him instead, that he would lay his head on your chest as you play with his soft hair, but you recognize there are some things you just can’t have.

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catrasredemption-moved · 3 years

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can I ask a prompt with some ppl giving pregnant catra a hard time? (is it still okay for pregnant catra? if not then it's okay too)

Vomiting TW

Time didn’t heal all wounds.

Catra was aware of it, and she didn’t take it personally when people glared at her or made comments. She drew the line at people trying to physically hurt her, but usually at that point Adora was between her and whoever was taking a swing, and she didn’t have to worry too much.

Even ten years later, Salineas was still the worst place to go. The kingdom had recovered nicely (due in no small part to the hours of sleep Catra had sacrificed to rebuild it), but memories lasted.

Mermista’s word trumped all feelings, though, so when Catra was invited to Salineas, no one could really protest.

“I’m still not sure why we couldn’t teleport,” Glimmer grumbled. “Pretty sure the boat is worse for Catra.”

It absolutely was. Catra had spent most of the journey leaning over the edge, or resting limply against it while Melog tried to comfort her. “Are you sure she’s okay?” Bow added, raising an eyebrow as he looked at her. Adora rubbed the back of her head nervously.

“Yeah. Yeah, of course I’m sure. I’m just... going to go check on her.”

She scrambled across the deck, joining Catra, who was starting to look a little green. “Maybe we should’ve just let Glimmer teleport us,” she said uncertainly. Catra shook her head furiously.

“No. No magic around the baby. Not like that.”

“Then can we at least tell Glimmer and Bow why? They’re worried.”

Catra raised her head to look blearily at their friends, who weren’t even trying to pretend they weren’t staring. “Maybe later,” she mumbled, dropping her head back against the edge. “If I survive this trip.”

They hadn’t told anyone outside of Mystacor they were trying to have a baby, and they hadn’t told anyone when they’d found out last week that Catra was pregnant. They were going to, but she was only six weeks, and they wanted to just wait a little longer, to be absolutely sure. They didn’t need pity if anything went wrong.

“We’re almost there. Just take a deep breath.”

Catra did as she was told - then groaned when the smell of salt water hit her sensitive nose. “Bad idea,” she groaned, leaning over the edge again. Adora rubbed her back pityingly.

It was a relief to finally dock, even if it took Catra an extra few minutes to collect herself and get up. They weren’t that far from the palace, but Glimmer still offered to teleport. “Nope,” Catra said, squaring her shoulders. She was not going to spend the rest of the night locked in the bathroom.

She felt a little better by the time they arrived at the ball room. It was Mermista’s birthday, which was pretty much the event of the season in Salineas. Catra was sure she would have reluctantly accepted if Catra had played sick to stay in Bright Moon, but... who was she to turn up some of the best sea food in the kingdom?

“Yeesh, I figured you guys would get here first,” a dry voice said as they walked into the already crowded room. They looked at Mermista, who was watching them with a dry smile and a raised eyebrow.

“Happy birthday!” Bow and Glimmer hugged her tight.

“Catra insisted on not teleporting for some reason so we had to take a boat-”

“What, was two hours of being sea sick better?”

“A little fresh air never killed anyone,” Catra said dismissively. Mermista rolled her eyes.

“Sure.”

Catra went straight for the food table, dragging Adora with her. “Well at least you’re feeling better,” Adora teased, squeezing Catra’s hand.

“Oh shut up-”

“She-Ra!”

Every time, without fail. Catra rolled her eyes, sighing, as Adora was waylaid by several admirers. She wasn’t about to wait - she was starving. And the baby was demanding shrimp.

And she wasn’t alone for long. Scorpia and Perfuma were already at the table, talking and snacking. “Hey Wildcat!” Scorpia said happily, scooping Catra into a hug. She winced, but smiled, patting Scorpia’s back.

“Hi Scorpia. You mind? I’m dying.”

Scorpia set her down, letting her get to the table at last so she could eat. “How was your trip?” Perfuma asked. “Bow mentioned you were taking a boat.”

“Yeah, enjoying the sights, you know.”

“Did you develop some love for the ocean?” Scorpia asked doubtfully. She’d seen Catra on boats a couple times. It never went well.

“I mean...”

Her attention was torn between Scorpia and Perfuma and the food, not to mention the din of the party. She had almost no warning before a rough hand grabbed the back of her shirt, throwing her to the ground. She landed hard, head snapping back with a crack. The world went blurry for a minute.

“-tra? ...okay?”

Perfuma’s voice drifted in and out. Catra grimaced, blinking a few times to clear her vision. Perfuma was kneeling beside her, trying to help her sit up, while Scorpia held Adora back from punching out the chef who had decided it was a crime for Catra to be enjoying herself in the kingdom she had destroyed. She sat up, grimacing, one arm crossing her stomach. Six weeks. She wasn’t fragile by any means, not like she would be in about six months, but that didn’t mean she could just be pushed around and thrown into floors, either.

“Hey!”

Mermista’s voice reverberated in Catra’s head. The princess cut through the crowd that had gathered, furious. “Adora, stop trying to murder my chef and take care of your wife. Sea Hawk, put him in cell.” The chef started to protest. “You don’t think you get to assault someone at my party and get away with it, do you?”

Sea Hawk appeared to take the chef away; there was no further protest. Adora knelt on Catra’s other side, gently sliding an arm across her back to support her. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” Catra took a few deep breaths. Her head hurt, but she was fine. The baby was probably fine. It wasn’t even really a baby at this point, just a bunch of magically bound cells trying to make a baby, it would suck if something happened, but it wouldn’t be the end of the world. It wasn’t like Catra hadn’t already taken to talking to her stomach when she was alone, or poking it experimentally, thrilled about the little life growing inside, or-

“Catra? Catra, hey.”

She was shaking, her breath coming a bit too fast. Adora had a hand on her cheek, trying to get her attention. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Does something-”

The world turned over in a sickeningly familiar way. Catra pressed her face into Adora’s shoulder, groaning, as soon as they were settled wherever Glimmer had taken them.

“Glimmer-”

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to get you both out of there.” Glimmer sounded nervous. Catra wanted to look at her, but her eyes were still squeezed shut and she had no intention of opening them. “I’ll... I’ll be right back.”

She teleported away. “There’s a bed,” Adora said quietly. “Do you feel okay moving?”

“Sure,” Catra muttered through gritted teeth. That turned out to be a lie; she forced her eyes open as she was moved, and the world was spinning. Nope. “Adora-”

A small trash bin was forced into her hands before she could finish the sentence. And of course Glimmer chose that moment to return with Bow, Scorpia, Perfuma, and Mermista.

“Should... I get a doctor or something?”

Adora rubbed Catra’s back as she heaved. “No... maybe? I’d rather take her to Mystacor-”

“For a head injury?”

Catra cracked an eye open to look at Adora, who was watching her uncertainly. She nodded miserably, returning her attention to breathing and trying not to freak out. So much for keeping it to themselves.

“Well, she’s um... she’s pregnant, actually.”

Dead silence followed the words.

“I’ll kill him,” Glimmer declared.

“I’ll help.” That was Scorpia, surprisingly.

“Okay, okay,” Bow cut in. “Maybe murder isn’t the right idea...”

“Let’s not out-rule it completely,” Mermista said darkly.

“It’s probably fine,” Catra mumbled, setting the trash bin aside. “I’ve been sick for like, two weeks, this isn’t exactly a new development.”

“Seeing a healer might still be a good idea,” Perfuma pointed out. “When you’re ready to move.”

“Is this why you didn’t want to teleport?” Glimmer asked. Catra ducked her head, refusing to answer. “Why don’t I go to Mystacor and get someone, and if they say you’re okay, I can take you home - that has to be better than suffering on the boat.”

“I didn’t think the boat would be that bad.” Catra sighed. “You guys don’t have to stand there and stare at me. Go back to the party - I mean, yes, get a healer first.” She’d feel better just confirming that everything was okay. “But it’s stupid to stand around staring at me.”

“It’s not stupid to want to make sure you’re all right,” Bow said. “And what about our future niece or nephew?”

“Why don’t you stay, Glimmer goes to Mystacor, and the rest of us can go back downstairs,” Perfuma suggested. She had spent enough time with Catra to know when she was starting to get overwhelmed. Scorpia started to protest, but stopped when Perfuma placed a hand on her claw.

“I’ll send up a staff member in case you need anything,” Mermista compromised. Catra nodded, since it didn’t seem like she had much of a choice. She knew her friends cared, though.

Everyone left, and Bow immediately joined them on the bed. “I didn’t know you guys were trying to have a baby.” He was doing a very good job at restraining his excitement and not shouting. “How far along are you? Do you have thoughts about names?” He gasped. “Will they have little cat ears?”

Catra smiled slightly, dropping her head to rest on Adora’s shoulder and letting Adora handle the questions. She knew her wife had been dying to talk about the baby with someone besides Catra, and it was nice to listen to their excited chatter fill the silence.

(Everything was in fact fine, save for the slight head injury, and the healer assured them that it was perfectly safe to teleport with Glimmer. Catra vehemently disagreed with that last part, but that was an on-going debate.)

#MAN that got long I'm sorry #anyway um #here?#pregnant catra #askbox fic #Mystery Person #Sam Answers

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aangtheestallion · 3 years

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Aang Rarepair Week 2021: Rules, Prompts, and FAQ

Thank you again to everyone that voted in the prompt poll! We’ve incorporated some of your ideas into the upcoming event, which will run from June 7 - June 11. This post is intended to serve as a masterpost for the entire event. It will include all the dates, prompts, rules, an FAQ, and some helpful resources! Make sure to click the readmore to get ALL the information!

Prompt List

Monday, June 7: Comfort

Tuesday, June 8: First Kiss OR Last Kiss

Wednesday, June 9: Wounds/Wounded

Thursday, June 10: Touch

Friday, June 11: Alternate Universe

Rules

Based on AO3 stats and general popularity, this event is for Aang ships that do not include Katara, Zuko, or Toph. There is absolutely nothing wrong with those ships, but this week is about rarepairs! These other characters can be present in the work, just not as Aang’s partner. Poly ships are welcome as well, though again, Katara, Zuko, and Toph can not be part of the Aang ship.

The focus of the content should be on the Aang rarepair. Other ships are allowed, as long as the Aang ship is front and center!

NSFW/Mature content is allowed, as long as you tag everything appropriately. So on tumblr, that means following their guidelines for NSFW images. On AO3, that means giving your fic the appropriate rating and tags.

Any kind of creative content is allowed! Fanfics, fanart, edits, playlists, headcanons, ANYTHING!

FAQ

How do I participate in Aang Rarepair Week?

Create your content and post it on tumblr. If you post on AO3, make sure to share the link on tumblr. Tag this blog in the main body of your post (@aangtheestallion). In the tags, tag “aangtheestallion” and “aang rarepair week.” If we don’t reblog your post within 24 hours, feel free to send us a message with the link! I’m sure we all know how unreliable the tumblr tagging system is, we would never intentionally not reblog someone’s post!

If I’m not a creator, how can I support Aang Rarepair Week?

The best way to support content creators leading up to and during Aang Rarepair Week is to let them know you support them! Reblog and comment on their work, send rarepair content into this blog for us to post, etc. We’ll be reblogging Aang rarepair content from now up until the week itself. Supporting that work now will encourage creators for the event week itself.

What does the “Alternate Universe” prompt mean?

You can create any story you want in any other kind of universe! Here are some suggestions that people made in the prompt poll (any other AUs are allowed, these are just some suggestions):

Modern AU

Pirates

Lifeguard

1920s con artists

Spies

Cooking/Chef

High School/College

Coffeeshop

Arranged marriage

Fake dating

Sports

Element swap

Mythology/fairy tales/fables

Any other movie/TV show! (Jurassic Park AU! Criminal Minds AU! Go crazy!)

Who is in charge of Aang Rarepair Week?

This blog and the event were created by @irresistible-revolution and @praetorqueenreyna!

What if I have an idea that doesn’t fit any of the prompts?

As long as the content focuses on an Aang rarepair, you can post anything you want during the week and tag us! The prompts are meant to inspire creativity, not stifle it.

I have a question that isn’t here!

Feel free to send us asks, we’d love to hear from you all! They can be questions, headcanons, ideas, ANYTHING! If you have a question you’d like us to answer privately, be sure to let us know in the ask. Otherwise, all other asks will be published on our blog.

Helpful Resources

Here I have created a random ship generator that will match an Aang rarepair with one of the prompts! And here is a list of all the ships in the generator (this is not a comprehensive list; other ships are allowed, but it is a jumping off point!)

Also, here is a tumblr post with a bunch of dialogue prompts that I’ve found super useful! You could use a random number generator to pick a prompt from the list as well!

#atla #avatar the last airbender #aang #aanglove #aang rarepairs #aang rarepair week #azulaang #maiaang #teoaang #sokkaang #sukaang #ty laang #haruaang #yuaang #maang #on jaang #jetaang

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hockeylvr59 · 3 years

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Hello! Feel free to ignore but imagine hanging out with Cale at either ones place (probably yours though for his privacy or he invites you over to his for the first time instead of being at yours) after doing something out and he lets his guard down for the first time with you and he becomes more relaxed and playful and you realize he trusts you

Okay so this is too cute and I absolutely had to write a little something to it. (979 words)

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You weren’t sure what had shocked you more: Cale asking you to be his date to a charity dinner or him inviting you back to his apartment after.

Though you’d been dating for a few months, Cale had kept his life pretty private, never involving you with the team and only coming over to your place to spend time together. And you respected that, you knew that it had to be hard for him to let people in, wondering whether they wanted him or just his status. But to be honest, you were more in like with the boring boy who thought shopping at Costco was an adventure and who enjoyed binging the office or reading than you were with the superstar defenseman. Who he was on the ice didn’t really matter to you, not when he was such an amazing person off of it.

The question about dinner had come kind of last-minute but you’d agreed because it was hard to say no to those pretty eyes. And though you felt a little bit underdressed compared to everyone else having just pulled a dress from your closet, you’d had fun watching Cale mingle and just supporting him through this obligatory dinner. Though you could see that people were curious about who Cale had brought tonight, you kept yourself out of the spotlight, careful not to draw too much attention.

It wasn’t until you were leaving, surrounded by one of the first snowfalls of the year, that he asked if you wanted to come home with him to watch some tv. His fingers were rubbing anxiously at the back of his neck and you paused for a minute because this was a first. Murmuring that that sounded nice, you squeezed his hand, leaning up to sneak a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth before sliding into his car. It was a quiet ride through downtown Denver, but Cale’s hand in yours as he drove made you smile to yourself as you looked out the window just enjoying his presence. Things had been moving slowly, but they felt good and you tried not to think about what everything tonight meant for your relationship.

Stepping into Cale’s apartment felt good. It was clean and something about it just immediately felt comfortable. Not to mention it felt a lot like Cale even if you knew that he hadn’t done much decorating himself. Cale had left you standing in his living room while he disappeared into his room to change and when he came out, his hands held a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. Cheeks pink, he offered them to you to go change and you thanked him softly before slipping into his room to put the more comfortable clothing on. The clothes were huge on you, but they were soft with wear and smelled like Cale’s soap making them one of the most comfortable things you’d ever had on your body.

The way that he looked at you as you stepped out of his room made your whole body warm and you moved to join him on the couch, sitting beside him half a couch cushion between you just like always as you watched him flip through various tv and movie options, unable to settle on one. Reminding him of a few suggestions he’d mentioned wanting to watch, he finally chose something before lounging back, a hand laying palm up waiting to hold yours.

All of this was normal, neither of you daring to move things along too quickly.

But by the end of the second episode of the series he’d picked, Cale had shifted so that his head was now laying in your lap. Absentmindedly, you started brushing your fingers against his hair and you could feel him start to relax, his body sinking further into you. You let him stay that way for another episode before you spoke his name softly, prompting him to move so that you could call an Uber to take you home because it was getting late. For a moment you thought you felt Cale sigh, but you convinced yourself that you’d just imagined that as he sat up. Moving to fetch your phone from the clutch you’d abandoned on his island, you saw him move to look out the window, and by the time you turned around, phone in hand, he was standing right in front of you instead.

Without saying a word, his fingers pulled your phone from your hands, setting it down on the island behind you.

“Just stay.” He spoke softly after a moment, his hands teasing over the fabric covering your hips.

“Cale...it’s late…” You started only to be cut off.

“And it hasn’t stopped snowing. Why risk going out when you can just stay?” He prompted, his head bending forward closer to yours. “Just stay.” He repeated. “I want you to stay.”

Looking up at him for a moment you sighed before nodding.

“Well if you really want me to stay…” You teased, watching as something new flashed across his eyes and his hands tightened around your waist.

“I do really want you to stay.” He confirmed, the tone of his voice shifting with every word. “I promise I’ll make it worth it.” He teased back, the tone of his voice sending a shiver up your spine. After a moment, his hands slid from your hips down the back of your thighs before he lifted you up, carrying you back to his bedroom. As he did so, his lips pressed playful kisses over the skin of your neck and shoulder and everything hit you all at once. Dinner. His apartment. Laying in your lap. Staying over. Cale was showing you that he trusts you and you couldn’t help but realize it wasn’t going to be long before you were more than ‘in like’ with this boy.

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moonlit-imagines · 3 years

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Keep Your Cool

Charles Xavier x student!reader (platonic)

warnings: anxiety/panic attacks

a/n: ty anon, you’re so sweet! did do a few minor changes that would keep charles true to his character but thats about it!!

prompt: anonymous: “Hi! I’m so glad your back and I hope you’ve had a great break! Can I request a Charles Xavier x student!Reader (platonic)

Charles meets this new troubled mutant teen with ice powers. They’re totally new to the school and isn’t so happy about being there. They are always pretty talkative or more like nervous chattering and isn’t doing what they’re supposed to on lessons like being absent, sleeping or talking which leads to them being sent to Charles office a lot. This time Charles can’t help but snap at them for not taking things seriously and he accidentally triggers a little panic attack which Charles notice and he tries his best to help them calm down. Later on they tell him about them having bad anxiety. He feels really bad for not noticing and tries to help the reader the best he can. A little angsty fluff?

This type of anxiety isn’t really represented that much and I think it would be good for people to know that you don’t have to be extremely introverted to have anxiety. BUT if you don’t feel like writing this I support that. I wouldn’t want you to do something you don’t wanna do. Sending all my love!😘 also don’t be shy if you wanna change something!”

“Come in!” Professor Xavier announced from behind his desk after hearing a pound on the door. Lo and behold, it was you who walked through the door. “Mx. l/n, what a surprise,” he sarcastically remarked, “what seems to be the trouble this time?”

“Well, you see, Prof,” you began while pulling up a chair and ignoring the disappointed expression on Charles’ face, “I was just so, so nervous about finals that I was tossing and turning the whole night, you know? So I got like, zero sleep, no biggie.” The Professor intently listened with his elbows propped onto the oak finished desk, fingers pressed together. “A kid needs their sleep, and how could I get any if I was like, super focused on finals? I think I should be rewarded for how dedicated I am, just saying.”

“Go on...” Charles could feel your emotions through your presence, there was a suppression of emotions from within you, but oddly enough, your mutation had been a huge help at hiding things from nosy telepaths. Seriously, you thought the ice was cool, but hiding your feelings and thoughts from someone as powerful as that was next level. It did have some downsides, though.

“Right, so,” you shifted to an improper posture and scratched the crown of your head, “I actually took a little catnap myself ‘while the lesson was in progress.’” Your air quotes were a direct mockery of your teacher, which only irked the headmaster a bit more that he already was now that he’d visited with you three times this week.

“You do realize that finals aren’t for another four months, y/n?” Professor Xavier pointed out a fact that you were well aware of, but the excuse was worth a shot.

“Can never be too prepared.” You shrugged, signifying your absolute carelessness for being a deviant student in a school that did nothing but accommodate for all your needs...well, almost all of them.

“Enough is enough, y/n!” Charles snapped, rubbing his fingers along his temples as he tried to bare with this situation that made him think his mind was playing tricks on him. Were his problems replaying? “I am growing tired of your excuses, this school was an opportunity for you and you’re so close to blowing it for yourself. Is that what you want?” As the Professor continued his rant, the temperature felt as if it’d dropped a by a few degrees.

You sat in your seat, knees now pressed against your chest as you gave Charles a menacing stare, unable to speak or reply to the Professor. Ice was beginning to glaze over the windows of his office, freezing them shut. The door was a no-go as well, no one could move that handle if they tried.

“Y/N?” An expression of concern surfaced on Charles’ face as he sat up and tried to assess the situation. “Y/N, are you alright?” You shook your head in response and noticed some ice crystals forming on yourself, some had been weighing your eyelashes down while others were poking off your arms. Defense mechanism or just a “fun” little reaction to panic?

You were observing the effects of this panic attack only with a swivel of your eyes, not any more movement than that. The Professor was still asking you questions, but you’d tuned him out entirely. He could wait for you, he’d have to.

Despite the room now about twenty degrees cooler, you were feeling quite toasty. And you were thinking about five minutes into the future. What do I do when this is over? Do I have to explain myself? How the hell am I getting out of here? Should I stop? Can I stop? What if I—

You felt a hand carefully rest itself on your shoulder, you couldn’t help but jump. “Could you take a deep breath for me?” Charles asked with more compassion in his eyes, seems that he’s realized his mistake by now. You did happen to struggle with his request for a moment, but catching your breath did eventually happen. It did take a few extra tries to control, though. Soon, you were able to stop the spread of any more ice that could prove an inconvenience.

“Panic attack.” You admitted without being asked.

“I gathered.” Professor Xavier was stationary beside you, you may have frozen his chair to the floor. “I apologize for triggering one, I’m not used to being unable to sense someone’s emotions. I would have known were to stop or how to go about that much better if...”

“If it wasn’t for my mutation?” You finished the sentence he stopped because he thought it sounded selfish, like he was placing the blame on you.

“Precisely.” Charles took a deep breath and you decided that you should do the same. The two of you sat in silence as you surveyed all the exits and realized you were in a new predicament. “I don’t suppose you can unfreeze things, can you?”

“That I cannot.” You picked at some of the eyelash icicles and flicked them away. “Any students with a warmer mutation?” You suggested with an apologetic smile.

“I’ll call Doctor McCoy.” The Professor grabbed his wheels and realized that he would not be going anywhere anytime soon. “Y/N?”

“Professor?”

“Could you dial Dr. McCoy’s lab for me? Nine-six-three.” He instructed as you reached over the desk in compliance. The speaker rang a few times and another voice was finally heard on the other side.

“Dr. McCoy! Hi, it’s y/n, your favorite kid on campus,” you greeted, peering over to Charles who was silently urging you to get to the point, “yeah, me and the Prof seem to be in...a predicament. You got like, a heat lamp or something. Maybe Scott Summers? Cool, cool. Yeah, I did! Impressive, I know. Yeah, okay, see you in a few. Or like, an hour. But we will hear you from the other side of the door! Okie doke, bye!” By the time you’d finished your conversation, Charles couldn’t help but smirk at how you handled the after-effects of your situation.

“Well, it seems we have some free time,” Professor X. pointed out, “would you care to tell me a bit more about your anxiety? If you’re comfortable, that is...”

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brassandblue · 2 years

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#.// hope perches in the soul (ooc)#.// value every moment (pinned)

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rbbalmung · 3 years

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Pokemon SwSh GPL AU: Get to know ______

Guys, it’s time for my favourite pokemon ship. Prepare for loads of fluff.

Get to Know Gloria x Hop (Postwickshipping/Hpyu):

1: Who spends almost all their money on the other? I headcannon that Gloria really likes pokemon plushies, so Hop is always unconsciously checking the stuffed animal section of stores to see if there’s any she doesn’t have. Gloria tries really hard to get him books that pertain to his research, but she really has no clue what he studies aside from the fact that it’s legendary pokemon (Legendary Pokemon are his focus).

2: Who sleeps in the other’s lap? Gloria! They are the cuddliest couple ever. There’s about a foot size difference between them, so she fits perfectly in his lap. (Hop is def the little spoon, tho).

3: Who walks around the house half-naked and who yells at them to put on some clothes? TBH, they would both walk around the house half naked. They’re comfort first babies, so you know Gloria’s bra is coming off and Hop is discarding his work clothes the second their door is closed. I think it’s kind of a casual thing for them, though. They’ve known each other long enough that this kind of thing doesn’t bother them.

4: Which one tells the other not to stay up all night and which one stays up all night anyway? Gloria has to drag Hop’s ass to bed pretty much every night. They’re both busy people, but we all know that Hop would lose track of time while working on his thesis. It is a fact that if Gloria doesn’t come to get him, he will fall asleep on his desk.

5: Which one tries to make food for the other but burns it all by accident and which one tells them that it’s okay and makes them both cookies? They’re actually both pretty good cooks (Gloria’s mama owns a restaurant in Wedgehurst and Hop’s mom is obsessed with cooking), but I think Hop would probably be the one to burn all the food. The only reason why is because he has a harder time focusing solely on cooking instead of trying to multitask. Now, baking is a whole other story. They’re both terrible at it.

6: Which one reads OTP prompts and says “Oh that’s us!” and which one goes “Eh, not really”? Gloria would be the one to read the prompts and Hop would be the denier (he secretly thinks it’s really cute whenever she does it).

7: Which one constantly wears the other’s clothes? Gloria. 100% Gloria. She is constantly cold and has a passion for stealing Hop’s hoodies. He thinks its adorable because they’re always really big on her.

8: Which one spends all day running errands and which one says “You remembered [thing], right?” Hop would be the errand runner and Gloria would make sure he remembered everything. It goes back to Hop’s mind being a million places at once and Gloria hyper focusing on one thing at a time.

9: Which one drives the car and which one gives them directions? Hop would drive and Gloria would give directions for similar reasons to the question above.

10: Which one does the posing while the other one draws? Hop doodles Gloria sometimes to keep his hands busy. It’s kind of an absent minded thing for him to do while reading an article/book. Once Sonia caught him doing it, and when I say she teases him relentlessly, I mean it. Hop absolutely does not let Gloria see these doodles (they’re very cutesy and he’d die of embarrassment).

11: If they were about to rob a museum, which one does backflips through lasers and which one is strolling behind with a bag of chips? Hop would be the backflipper and Gloria would be the follower. Think back to their GPL season: Hop was blazing ahead at all times without a care in the world. Gloria is the slowest traveler in the world because she likes talking to everyone and visiting all the stores.

12: Which one of your OTP overdoes it on the alcohol and which one makes the other stop drinking? Neither of them can hold their alcohol, but Hop at least has more body mass than Gloria. They’re a pair of lightweights and nothing you can say will convince me otherwise. (Let’s be real: Bede has to be the one to make sure they get home).

14: Which one keeps accidentally using the other’s last name instead of their own? Gloria. I actually believe that Gloria would keep her last name even after she and Hop get married because it belongs to her mama (after the divorce, they both changed their last names to match her mama’s maiden name). Hop is also a proud Hoffman, so he wouldn’t use the name Park. However, everyone else will mix it up. Gloria gets called “Mrs. Hoffman” all the time if she’s arriving for restaurant reservations or something of the like. Newer reporters/young children call Hop “Mr. Park” because they just assume Park was his last name.

15: Which one screams about the spider and which one brings the spider outside? Neither of them are scared of bug pokemon.

16: Which one gives the other their jacket? HOP. I mentioned it earlier, but Gloria is always cold. Bede asks why he doesn’t just make Gloria bring her own jacket and Hop replies that he likes it when she wears his jacket (they’re freaking sappy).

17: Who keeps getting threatened by the other’s overprotective older sibling? Pft. Leon? Please. By this point, he’s become the big brother of Gloria as well. The League members are a completely different story. They all like Hop, but since Gloria is one of their younger members and the biggest sweetheart, they’re a protective bunch (Especially Melony and Gordie).

18: Who’s the first one to admit they have feelings for the other? Gloria, but it didn’t go well. It was right before he was leaving to finish up high school studying abroad, and the timing wasn’t right (aka Hop turned her down because he hadn’t yet realised his feelings for her). Gloria tries her best to move on but never truly gets over him. Luckily, his feelings hit him like a bag of bricks to the stomach when they reunite a couple years later.

19: How good would your OTP be at parenting? The best. They would definitely be the cool parents (I mean, come on. They’re the freaking heroes of Galar!). I think they’d also be super supportive of their child’s choices. 10/10. They’re made to be parents. (Hop would especially want to be a good dad. He’s initially nervous because he never knew his dad and thinks he might mess up, but Gloria reassures him that he’s doing a good job).

20: Which one types with perfect grammar and which one types using numbers as letters? Hop would be Mr. Perfect Grammar. Gloria would use mostly good grammar, but her texts would be littered with emojis.

21: Who gets attacked by a bully and who protects them? Hop is the more confrontational of the two. Gloria tends to believe that people are only mean to others if something bad is happening in their life, but Hop will jump from 0 to 100 if someone even looks at Gloria funny.

22: Who makes the bad puns and who makes a pained smile every time the other makes a pun? Gloria likes Hop’s bad puns, so everyone else has to cringe in discomfort at the oblivious pair.

23: Who comes home from work to see that the other one bought a puppy? Hop. Gloria likes catching pokemon and sending them on poke jobs, so there’s a new member to their family at least once a week.

24: Which one gives the other a piggyback ride when they’re tired? Hop. He’s the only one she would show vulnerability to, and he makes sure not to make her feel ashamed of it. (also, Gloria absolutely could not carry Hop. He’s like, a foot taller than her).

25: Which one competes in some sort of activity and which one does the overzealous cheering? Both! They’re very supportive of each other to help ease the other’s insecurities. Hop gets really invested in her pokemon matches and Gloria throws him a little celebration every time he finishes a project.

26: Who takes a selfie when the other one falls asleep on their shoulder? Gloria. Since Hop never goes to sleep at night, it is very common for him to take 5 minute power naps without even realising it. Gloria definitely takes pictures when it happens as a reflex (They were long distance for the first 4 years of their relationship) because she wants to be able to look back at their memories together. Like Gloria doesn’t know about Hop’s doodles of her, Hop doesn’t know about her phone album of him.

27: Which one would give the other a makeover if they asked? Gloria? I think they both grow into their separate styles as the get older, but Gloria would push Hop to wear more colourful things. Sonia once told Hop that a man should never tell a woman what to wear because it’s rude. I don’t think Gloria would mind if he suggested something, but he is way too nervous to do it (Sonia scarred him).

28: Which one owns a pet that the other is absolutely terrified of? Hop is very nervous around Urshifu and Calyrex. Urshifu because he’s terrifying, large, and very protective of Gloria. Calyrex because the pokemon will take over his body without warning to tell Gloria something.

29: Which one holds the umbrella over both of them when it rains? Hop! If Gloria held it, Hop’s head would be in the umbrella.

30: If your OTP went on vacation, where would they go and what would they do? Who would take the pictures? Oh my gosh, they’d go everywhere. I think that after Gloria steps down as champion, they travel to all the different regions for at least a couple of years. Gloria would be the one to take pictures and make a little scrapbook when they return home.

#pokemon #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon swsh #swsh #postwickshipping #GPL AU #hpyu #pokemon hop #swsh hop #pokemon gloria #rival hop #swsh gloria #gloria x hop

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nomazee · 4 years

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saw you responded to my prompt idea (Heather) and I'm really sorry for not including a specific character the first time! i did send in a second ask as a follow up. but ushijima pls

Starting Over

(original ask: hi there 😎 hope you're doing well!! just dropping by to suggest a prompt idea!! IM THINKING; Heather by Conan Gray? There's flirty banter going on w/ u 2, and you think the feelings are mutual.. but then there's someone else in the picture. He's giving them all of his attention and you're kinda pushed to the side. Angst pls ): hurt my feelings but then hold my hand after. fluff maybe)

ushijima x reader; tendou & reader

word count: 3000+

content: unrequited crush, angst, loneliness, personal development

(thank you so so so much for this request!! don’t worry about forgetting to add the character, it’s completely alright!! i sort of strayed from the prompt a bit but i tried to maintain the primary concept as best as i could. i enjoyed writing this a lot and i hope you enjoy this!!

also just a fun fact--i was absolutely prepared to make the reader and wakatoshi’s gf fall in love with each other and elope and i’m very close to rewriting this and making it go down that route 😃

ALSO-ALSO—i have a multi-part series in the works right now (by “in the works” i mean BARE BONES PLANS) and im gonna share some details + a sneak peak soon!!! i’m kind of excited cause it’s gonna be the first long multipart series i’m gonna make, so i hope you guys are excited about it too!!

thank you all so much for the support recently, every like and commment and follower i receive motivates me so much and i love u all to bits <3

happy reading!!)

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Wakatoshi is not a romantic. You know that best out of anyone—knowing the boy for years gives you a decent awareness of what type of person he is. He doesn’t have much of an interest in things that aren’t volleyball. Even his friends are scarce, limited to you and Tendou and some of the other third-years on the volleyball team. It’s not like he’s lonely—he’s reserved by nature and choice, never really expanding his social circle and putting his energy into extra practices rather than nights out.

You suppose that’s why you get along so well with him. You also suppose that’s why it was a shock to hear that Wakatoshi accepted someone’s confession.

You were no stranger to hearing about these confessions—not because Wakatoshi tells you about them, but because you’re often the one who has to act as the messenger between the confessors of the week and Wakatoshi himself. It’s a bit draining, frankly, to be looked at as a tool to get closer to the ace, but you put up with it because at least you still have him.

Her name is Hana, and she was one of the very few people who confessed to Wakatoshi personally.

He told you the details while walking you to your dorm, and you were a little suspicious of how in-depth he seemed to go about the event. He was interested, you deduced, and in the moment you forced yourself to shove down the ball that rose white-hot in your throat.

“She invited me to dinner on Sunday. Her family owns a restaurant. She said she’ll make me my favorite.”

Oh, you think, I’ve made his favorite plenty of times—you cut that thought off in fear of sounding bitter over losing someone who was never really yours.

“So you’re going, then?”

It’s silent. You stare intently at the way your feet step against the concrete. At the persistent lull in the conversation, you glance up to Wakatoshi.

His cheeks are red, and his gaze is trained pointedly away from you.

He’s blushing, you realize. He’s blushing because he’s embarrassed, embarrassed that now he has someone he’s interested in.

You know you should be happy, and the robotic voice in your head chants, “That’s cute! That’s great!” But you know yourself a little better than that, and decide that you aren’t the happiest with this epiphany.

But you’ll sure as hell make it seem like you are, for Wakatoshi’s sake and Hana’s, too.

You give a smile, one without crinkles at the corners of your eyes, and elbow him playfully. “That’s cute, Toshi. I’m surprised you found someone you’re interested in, but I’m really happy for you.”

He’s smiling, now, and it’s a gentle smile you rarely see form in your presence. As you wave goodbye to him at the steps of your dorm building, you wonder if you’ll have to stop calling him Toshi in fear of upsetting Hana.

---

You’re getting ahead of yourself, you think in the days following Wakatoshi’s unintentional admission of feelings. He’s just trying out a date for once. It’s not like you’re going to lose him immediately.

For the remainder of the week, Wakatoshi still walks you to your dorm after practice (you stay in the library until he’s done), and still lets you sit with him at lunch. By Friday, you make an excuse to avoid the cafeteria (read: avoid him, but you don’t tell him that) and tell him not to wait for you after practice.

You text him on Sunday asking him to tell you how the date goes. He responds with, “It was very fun. I really like her :)” and you feel your heart crack under the strain of your unrequited feelings. But you suck it up, like a good friend, you think, and tell him “that’s great!! i’m so happy for you :)”

On Monday, you go back to sitting with Wakatoshi at lunch. When you smile and place your bento box on the table, he waves awkwardly and blinks at you.

Oh, you think, yet again. Maybe I shouldn’t be sitting here.

You feel a stifling lack of familiarity in the air, and it pains you to admit it. You nod back at Wakatoshi, then blink at your lunch tray, feeling too awkward to even open it up and start eating.

He doesn’t say anything. You uncharacteristically take the initiative.

“So… your date,” you begin. “Did you like it?”

His eyelids flutter yet again, and a fond smile crosses his features. “Yes, I did. Her restaurant is very nice, and so is her family. The hayashi rice was very good. She wants to go out again this weekend.”

“You’re going again?” It’s rhetorical. You know the answer already. He nods, and goes back to eating his lunch. A few minutes pass by, and you still can’t find the strength to pick at your bento.

Just as you open your mouth again to babble about a random topic to fill the silence, Wakatoshi’s head darts up and his eyes focus on something behind you. You twist around to see what it is, but a cold feeling in your veins tells you you already know.

She’s pretty, you think as she waves at you and Toshi and takes a seat next to him. Really pretty, actually.

And an angel. She greets you politely, with a wide smile that makes the corners of her eyes crinkle. Her hands are soft and she has pastel yellow acrylics on her nails. “Hi! I’m Hana, it’s nice to meet you. What’s your name?”

The question sends another wave of cold electricity through your system, and you feel like crying at the realization that Wakatoshi probably didn’t even talk about you. He probably never talks about you, you think, because there’s just not much to talk about when it comes to you.

You give a smile. Your eyes don’t crinkle. “[Y/N],” you tell her. “I’m Ushijima’s friend.”

Maybe the use of his family name is a bit petty, but you convince yourself that you’re just trying to make yourself distant, trying to make yourself appear as less of a threat to Hana. You think it’s natural that she might get antsy about another girl being in Wakatoshi’s life, but then think that she’s probably too kind to ever get jealous or upset. It only makes your heart ache more.

You see the subtlest flinch from Wakatoshi at the use of his surname, but you assume he doesn’t really care much. Him and Hana start talking casually, and tears prick behind your eyes as Hana does her best to involve you in the conversation. She’s so nice, so so nice, and it isn’t fair for you to be so bitter.

“I have to go study in the library now,” you tell them, picking up your untouched bento box from the table and standing up. “But it was really nice meeting you, Hana.” She smiles again, glossy lips and pearly teeth before Wakatoshi interrupts you.

“You didn’t tell me you were leaving early?”

You pause, and think of the irony of that—he didn’t tell you Hana was sitting with him, otherwise you would’ve left them alone in the first place. But you brush it off, and maintain your smile. “Yeah, I guess I forgot.” You huff a humorless laugh. “But I’ll see you guys later.”

You don't end up going to the library, instead settling for the nurse’s office. She’s nice, you think, nice enough to let you get away with a stomachache and sitting out of class for the remainder of the day.

When you’re dismissed, you habitually wait for Wakatoshi at the side door of the school building. It’s a Monday, and he doesn’t have practice, so he’d be able to walk you back to your dorm rather than making you wait in the library.

It’s a fruitless effort, and you hit yourself for not anticipating it earlier—maybe if you did , you would’ve been at your dorm already. If you did, you wouldn’t wait for twenty minutes with the empty hope that Wakatoshi would still walk you home. If you did, you wouldn’t have to watch them pass down the sidewalk together, his team jacket draped over Hana as they talked with each other, hands interlocked and smiles persistent.

As you blink away tears and walk away from the scene, you think that Hana must really be someone special, to break down Wakatoshi’s walls so quickly and make him be so familiar with her in a matter of days.

Either that, or you were never anything special. Just complacent with the relationship you had with the boy, which you think was only formulated out of the coincidence of growing up together.

You try not to let the thoughts get to you, but after a heartbreak it’s a little difficult to think positively about yourself. You settle for taking a nap once you get to your dorm, and hope that the school’s library is open during lunch tomorrow.

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Thankfully, it is, and you wordlessly leave Hana and Wakatoshi to their own devices during lunch. He doesn’t question it, doesn’t text you, doesn’t ask you after lunch or during class about it. When you dismiss, you don’t wait for him to walk you to your dorm, and for the second time, you’re left walking alone. It’s a little nerve-wracking, having such a sudden change in your routine, and you’re starting to regret not expanding your social circle. If you did, you’d have someone to talk to at lunch, someone to walk with after dismissal, someone to hang out with during the weekends, another contact in your phone that wasn’t just your parents and Wakatoshi.

The week ends. Wakatoshi never texts you, never asks you if you’re okay or questions why you’re so distant. It’s simultaneously painful and relieving—knowing that your presence could so easily be deducted from his life made you rethink a lot of things, but at the same time you think his lack of action makes it easier for you to deal with it.

During lunch on Monday, you’re alone in the library. Until you’re not.

Red flashes by your vision until you can properly process the form of a boy sitting across from you, chin resting in his palm as he looks at you curiously, a teasing expression on his face.

It’s Tendou—you know him fairly well. You can’t consider him a friend just yet, but you’re somewhat close to him, what with both of you being friends with Wakatoshi.

You blink at him, and cock your head to the side. He follows suit. He’s interesting, you think.

“Hi, Tendou.” You greet. “What are you doing here?”

He narrows his eyes at the stiff greeting, and the arm supporting his head drops to the table. A smile peeks through his features, and while his eyes don’t crinkle you can still tell it’s genuine and friendly.

“Just wanted to say hi. I didn’t see you in the cafeteria with Wakatoshi like you usually are. Actually, I haven’t seen you there for a while now. It took me some time to find out where you go, but I’m here now!”

You don’t know how to respond to that, so you settle for a blank stare. He huffs in mock annoyance, and throws his head back with a groan that nearly alerts the librarian.

“Aren’t you happy? Now you can stop moping around and hang out instead.” A pause, then, “So what’s up with you and Toshi? Why don’t you sit with him anymore?”

So this is a therapy session, you think sardonically. Alright, sure. I guess I can tell him.

“He has a girlfriend.” You wince at how sad the words sound coming out of your mouth, and quickly try to defend your tone. “Which is a good thing! I’m not upset—” oh yeah, definitely not, “—but I wanted to leave them alone, so they can hang out. I don't want to get in their way.”

Tendou doesn't respond immediately, instead settling for tilting his head and narrowing his eyes in suspicion. You’re sure he already knows the real reason, but give up on trying to clarify yourself any further.

He gives a wordless hum, eyes darting to the bento box you’d set aside at the beginning of the period. “You’re not eating.” It’s not a question, more of an observation, and you tense up. Tendou isn’t a threat, you know that, but his hyper-awareness of everything and everyone around him intimidates you greatly.

“Not hungry,” you respond, avoiding his scrutinizing gaze. “I eat breakfast, and I don’t normally get hungry until the afternoon.”

“It is the afternoon.” Technically, he’s not wrong. It’s almost 1:30. Regardless, you huff at his technicalities and remain silent.

His gaze is still locked on you. You wonder what he’s still here for, and jokingly tell yourself he’s going to give you a letter and ask you to give it to Wakatoshi like everyone else does.

“You don’t have to stay alone just ‘cause Toshi got a girlfriend.” He’s blunt in his words, which you detest and appreciate at the same time. “He’s not your whole life—doesn’t have to be. You’ve got me now. I’m your new friend, Tendou Satori!” By the end of his spiel, he’s back to his playful self, tone turning childish as he strikes a pose and winks at you.

You make an agreement (more like, he makes a proposition and forces you to comply) to wait for him in the library after school and let him walk you to your dorm. As he leads you to the building, chatting loudly and making you laugh harder than you have in weeks, a strong resolve plants itself in your head.

You have a new friend, and his name is Tendou Satori.

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For the next week and a half, Tendou is complacent with your dismissive attitude regarding Wakatoshi and indulges you in mindless activities to distract you from any stresses. During the weekend, he takes you out to the mall, buys you boba, and forces you to try on clothes of his choice with the promise that you can do the same to him. While you both giggle in front of the mirror of the dressing room, he pulls out his phone, snaps a picture of you and him in the mirror, and posts it on his Snapchat. You don’t think much of that. It’s the most fun you’ve had in a while, and even before then you don’t remember enjoying your time with Wakatoshi as much.

That epiphany makes you hurt a bit, but then you feel Tendou grasp your wrist and lead you off somewhere and things are better. Things are a lot better, really, until a new week approaches and Wakatoshi texts you for the first time in nearly a month.

You hung out with Tendou?

You blink. It’s an interesting way to start a conversation. You suppose Wakatoshi’s not one for formalities, and conclude that he must’ve seen Tendou’s post. Frankly, you’re a bit insulted that Wakatoshi seems shocked at the concept that you can make friends on your own, but you brush it off and text him back.

yeah!! we started talking a while ago. he’s cool.

Are you mad at me?

You don’t know what to think of his question. You don’t know where it came from, or how to respond. Discerning his tone of voice is a bit difficult over text, even more so than it is in person. Nevertheless, you answer honestly.

no? not really? why are you asking?

It takes him a while to respond, and your anxiety grows with each passing second.

You haven't talked to me recently. You don’t eat lunch in the cafeteria anymore. Did I do something wrong?

You don’t know how to explain it to him—don’t really have the energy to go on a rant about how you were avoiding him for your sake, his sake, and his girlfriend’s sake, how you had feelings for him for years and he never noticed and how it was kind of a dick move to be upset over you avoiding him for a month and not even bothering to approach you about it in the first week you started going to the library or the nurse during lunch and walking to the dorms alone.

You settle, once again, for something simpler.

don’t worry about it :) i wasn't avoiding you, but i wanted to give you and hana time alone, so that i didn’t bother you.

Are you and Tendou dating?

You’re sure you’re going to get whiplash from this conversation. You let out a breathy chuckle and tap away on your phone.

no, ushijima, we’re just friends

Oh. Okay

Would you like to sit with me and Hana at lunch tomorrow?

You read the text, then reread it, and lean back in your chair with a sigh. You’re not sure that Wakatoshi knows what he’s doing, but you still appreciate the intended kindness behind the words. You straighten out your posture, look at the blinking line in the message box, and turn your phone off.

The library doors open, and Tendou bounds through with a cute little hop, immediately going to your usual table with a smile.

“Ready to go?” He asks. You check the time—it’s nearly half past six. Tendou notices and apologizes.

“Sorry for making you wait so long. Practice ran a little longer than usual and I didn’t get the chance to text you about it. Wakatoshi was kind of out of it, so Coach made us all suffer the consequences.” He coupled his statements with a laugh, and it eased the unpleasant feeling that arose with his last sentence. His thin fingers wrapped around your wrist carefully, and he tugged you out of your seat to lead you back home.

Wakatoshi left a bit of an empty gap in your life. And you knew that you’d still be reminded of him often and that pain in your chest will return sometimes. The doubt of your previous friendship and the personal guilt of not trying to get closer to him sooner would still linger for a while. But Tendou Satori was a good distraction, and a great friend.

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thewatermelloncat · 3 years

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Backstage (Rosénali CH 8)

CH1, CH2, CH3, CH4, CH5, CH6, CH7

Summary: On the first night of the school production, Rosé breaks a promise that she made herself. Her friends all help to piece her back together.

Boarding School AU

Kinda Pastel/Punk AU

Author’s Note: This makes me sad because it’s done… well sort of. Since I loved writing this so much and I can’t let it go just yet, I want to write an epilogue to round it off. So, if anyone has any suggestions of what they absolutely need to see before it closes off, let me know: leave me a comment or send me a message. This has been the longest series that I have ever done and I’ve loved every moment of it. It’s funny because this was only supposed to be a two-chapter thing but I just kept on writing. I’m proud of it and I’m extremely grateful for all of those who have followed along beside me. Thank you so much for your feedback and support.

Warnings: None

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She loves this, everything about this. Hearing the chatter of the waiting audience from behind the curtains so thick with dust that you can smell it. Heat from stage lights beating down and casting an array of colours across the empty stage before they go down. Then as the lights dim, the audience hushes.

Suspense grows as she waits in the quiet of the wings, looking out to her mark on the stage where she will be within seconds. There is a nervous energy around her but it’s what she thrives off of, she knows how to harness it and craft it into a performance where she will give everything until she’s spent.

And that’s what she does when the lights turn back on. She doesn’t think twice about taking her cue because it’s all been practiced before. Every note she reaches, every dance move she hits, every line she says she delivers flawlessly.

She cherishes the looks she shares with the other performers, secret glances between them that the audience can’t see. This is their moment on stage and they’ll share the excitement together. Then the scene is over, her last line delivered and she turns to the wings.

Initially, Rosé hadn’t cared about the assigned seating and that she’d been told that her parents would sit front and centre. She’d promised herself that she wouldn’t look, so it didn’t matter. Though as the curtains of the wings close around her, her curiosity gets the best of her and she turns to glance behind her before she can stop herself. Her eyes falling on two empty seats.

In the quiet of the wings her breath catches and she doesn’t bother to look back. There is no point in checking, and if she was right, the observation would only hurt more. Then she gasps a small breath in and lets her feet carry her on habit back to the greenroom. Blindly her hands push the doors to the hallway open and she looks down at the ground, her eyes stinging as she watches the lino change from black to blue.

Around her people quietly file about going from one room to the next in search of costume pieces or their script to read over one last time, but she pays them no mind. Angling her shoulders every now and again to let them past as she walks along slowly, not looking up.

“Rosé?” a familiar voice sounds from behind her and she looks back to see Denali’s concerned expression.

Rosé draws in another shaky breath but she can’t find it in herself to say anything.

In an instant Denali has closed the gap between them and is holding Rosé’s hand, running her other hand up and down her arm. “What’s wrong?”

“They di” – Rosé cuts herself off as she swallows convulsively against her stinging throat to keep from crying. “They didn’t come.”

Denali’s disappointment is visibly written on her face as she sighs deeply. “Maybe they’ve just” –

“Nali, just don’t” Rosé shakes her head, holding the palm of her free hand beneath an eye like she can hold her tears in. There is no point in Denali making excuses for them when none of them would be true.

“Oh, Rosie. I’m so sorry.”

Rosé only sniffs heavily and looks away, biting at the inside of her cheek.

“Hey” Denali reaches her hand up to the back of Rosé’s head, making her look back at her. “It’s okay. You can let yourself cry.”

“I can’t. Not now.”

“You can and you need to” Denali remains firm with her. “There are still a couple of scenes before you need to be back, and Mik will fix your make up.”

Rosé would have continued to argue but by the time Denali has finished speaking a tear has already fallen. She sniffles and quickly brushes it away.

“See?” Denali says gently as she uses the pad of her thumb to brush away a second. “It’s going to eat away at you if you don’t let it out.”

Rosé gives in and nods in acceptance, letting Denali take her by the hands and lead her through the hallways.

“Let’s find a place to sit down.”

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They’d found an empty dressing room where Denali had sat Rosé down against a wall and watched her fall apart. Neither of them said anything since there was really nothing to say but Denali would swoop in with a folded tissue to catch Rosé’s tears every now and again.

“Hey, someone said that you guys were in here and that…” the door opens to reveal Liv leaning into the room. Her voice faltering when she sees Rosé leant against the wall with Denali crouched in front of her. “Oh, Rosé” she sighs, having been told how she was looking upset, and she pieces the story together.

The girl in question ignores her as she takes a tissue from Denali to soak up a few stray tears.

Though Denali turns toward her, asking softly, “can you go get Mik for us, please?”

“Of course” Liv nods before she steps backward and disappears out the door.

Once the door closes Denali turns back to Rosé. “You going to be alright to sing?”

“I think so” Rosé says before barely holding back a laugh because she most certainly is not. Her voice sounding wrecked from crying. “Hold on” she sniffles grabbing a few tissues from the box on the floor before blowing her nose a few times. After an experimental sniff, she breathes out.

“Better?” Denali asks.

“Yeah” Rosé nods, her voice sounding much clearer as the door flies open.

“Oh, gorge” Mik exclaims sympathetically, looking at Rosé’s red eyes and tear-stained face.

“I’m sorry” Rosé apologises as Mik rushes to take Denali’s place in front of her.

“For what? For actually having feelings?” Mik scoffs, setting her make up kit down beside her and opening it out. “Don’t worry. I’ll fix you right up.”

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Mik had fixed her up just fine. Liv hanging out in the doorway looking at one of the monitors showing the happenings on stage, giving them rough estimates of how much time they had left every now and again. Mik’s work had been finished quickly and Denali had walked Rosé over to the backstage doors with time to spare.

One thing Rosé was grateful about was retaking the stage and being able to forget about everything else. Apart from the words Denali had said to her before she’d stepped backstage.

“This moment is yours, Rosé” she had told her, stopping Rosé before she could push the doors open and taking both of her hands in her own. “This is your stage and everyone who is here will see that.”

She’d let those words guide her through her performance, numbing the sting of her parents’ rejection and reminding her to live in the moment. A moment where nothing else mattered and she missed it when it was over.

Adrenaline turned into relief as the curtains closed and they all relaxed from holding their final positions. Applause still thundered from behind the thick red fabric as they turned to file out from the wings. Smiles were traded with short sentences of commendations as they got changed out of their costumes and carefully hung them up for the performance the following night. Then after they were given the go ahead, they filed out into the auditorium to meet up with their parents.

Denali had pulled her parents over to meet Mik, and Olivia’s who were already standing close by, the two families having known each other for years. For a while they trade small talk, getting to know Denali’s family, and Denali’s family theirs. Though Denali can’t help but feel something is missing.

Looking around she spots Rosé a little way off, talking to a shorter woman she thinks she recognises from the diner she went to with her parents all those months ago. A smile is on her face as she speaks to the woman, seeming to complement her outfit as she looks the well-tailored dress up and down. Then they hug and pull apart, nodding their head to one another with a few more words before the woman walks away.

“Rosé!” Denali calls out across to her once she had been left standing by herself.

At the sound of her name, Rosé looks over to Denali leading her parents away from another group toward her. Then she smiles in recognition and helps to close the gap between them.

“Rosé, these are my parents” Denali introduces as if Rosé doesn’t know already.

“Hi” Rosé turns on the charm, extending her hand out to shake each of theirs.

She operates on habit, accepting flattery over her performance and trading complements back when she can. It isn’t until she notices a bunch of flowers being held that she steps back, unsure why they are so close to her.

“Are you not going to take them?” Denali asks her, laughing lightly.

Rosé blinks at her. She’d noticed Denali holding her own bunch of flowers but hadn’t paid any mind to the other that her parents had held onto, seemingly for safe keeping.

“They’re yours” Denali prompts, taking the flowers from her mother’s hands and pressing them into Rosé’s.

“Oh, um… I, uh” Rosé fumbles as she steps back again, looking at the flowers like she doesn’t know what to do. Then her jaw starts to quiver and she bites at her lip. “This is… really nice.”

Denali laughs at the only words Rosé can seem to form and steps forward to pull her friend into her arms when she sees tears welling in her eyes.

“Thank you” Rosé says weakly into Denali’s shoulder, knowing that Denali had secretly planned this.

“It’s no problem, Rosie. You deserve them” Denali says as she steps back. Smiling wider as she watches Rosé hold the flowers in both hands like they are the most important thing she has ever been given.

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The quiet of the diner is stark in contrast to the buzzing of the auditorium when she had left it. Though it is relaxing of sorts. Able to settle into the familiar routine of cleaning tables and refilling coffee mugs. Standing behind the counter, Rosé restacks a pile of menus when the bell sounds as the door opens.

“I’m sorry, Rosie. I tried to get them to go somewhere else, but they really liked it here” Denali apologises as she approaches the counter.

“Well, if you go somewhere else, I will take it as you not wanting to be around me” Rosé brushes off with a teasing smile, handing a couple of menus over to Denali’s parents, then to Mik and Olivia as their families follow in after them. “Sit where you like.”

“That’s quite a crowd” Tamisha hints suggestively when Rosé walks back into the kitchen to rinse off a stack of serving trays.

“Especially for a week night” Rosé responds flatly, knowing what Tamisha is getting at.

“I asked if you wanted tonight off after your first show and you said you didn’t want it” Tamisha reminds her.

“I know” Rosé acknowledges as she leans back against the bench. “And I told you that it’s normally just the last show that we celebrate.”

“Looks like they’re doing something anyway” Tamisha says as she looks out the small window of the kitchen into the dining area.

Rosé follows her gaze, smiling as she watches her friends laughing and reaching over each other to point at things on the menu. “And I’ll do something with them after the last one.”

“Go out to them.”

“Do you want me to take both drink and food orders at once?” Rosé asks picking up a notepad.

“Without the pen and paper” Tamisha sighs, taking the stationery out of Rosé’s hands and putting them down on the bench.

Rosé blinks at her then looks confused.

“Go” Tamisha prompts, miming shooing her out the door. “I’m giving you the rest of the night off.”

“I said I’d work” Rosé doesn’t move.

“Take it as my gift to you. For inviting me to a wonderful performance which I could see you worked very hard on.”

Rosé breathes out a quiet laugh as a smile spreads on her lips.

“Just go” Tamisha prompts again after watching Rosé try to figure out words to say. This time actually shepherding her toward the door. “And take this off” she pulls at the string of Rosé’s apron.

Rosé scoffs as she reaches behind her to undo the string before pulling the apron off. “Thank you” she turns around to face back to Tamisha, folding the apron before placing it down on the bench.

“Ain’t nothing” Tamisha dismisses. “Go have fun.”

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At the table Denali had settled on what she wanted minutes ago and is zoning in and out of Mik and her dilemma of whether to get the pancakes because she liked them so much when Rosé had brought some back to the dorms, but then that means she’s already had them.

“Why don’t you just get the pancakes and I’ll get the French toast and we can go halves?” Liv suggests and settles as Denali looks away to Rosé having a conversation over at the counter.

Though she truly had been embarrassed about her parents insisting on coming here, it was more so out of making Rosé feel uncomfortable and like they were intruding on her, but she didn’t seem to mind. And now that they are there, Denali really does like the idea of spending time in a place with Rosé, even if she can’t actively hang out with them.

Maybe it’s this sentiment that has Denali hopeful when she watches Rosé take off her apron and make her way over to them with a smile. Even before she speaks, Denali has already slid over on the bench, making a free space right beside her.

“Got room for one more?”

Epilogue

#rpdr #rpdr fanfiction #rpdr 13 #rosé #denali #olivia lux #gottmik #tamisha iman #boarding school au #punk!rosé #pastel!denali #rosénali #rosenali

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sugakookielix · 4 years

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BTS Reaction: He’s Jealous

Prompt: The boys get jealous

Requested?: Kind of? My friend gave me the idea

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: None

Hope you like it! Requests are OPEN!

Gender neutral reader. Gifs are not mine

Masterlist

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Kim Namjoon:

Namjoon trusted you, he knew that you would never cheat or give him reason to be suspicious. That didn’t mean that he trusted everyone else though. It didn’t help that you were pretty much oblivious when it came to people flirting with you. That is what scared him more than anything, someone could be blatantly hitting on you and you would let them because you thought they were just being nice. That was why Namjoon always did his best to keep an eye on you whenever you went out together, silently conveying the message that you were with him. Unfortunately, the one time he looked away was when someone decided to try their luck. You two had been out for a walk and Namjoon had to run inside one of the nearby shops for a toilet break while you waited for him outside. You were playing on your phone when you heard someone approach you, looking up to see a man who was about your age judging by appearance.

“Hey hot stuff,” he said with a smirk, “you know, there's this nice little place just a few blocks down the road. Why don’t you and I go and get to know each other a bit better?” You opened your mouth to say something but your boyfriend had returned and decided to speak up instead.

“Thanks for your offer but no, we are already on a date,” he said as politely as possible before taking your hand and pulling you away from the other male. You looked up at him with a confused look once he finally stopped a little ways away.

“What was that about?” you asked.

“You can’t be serious,” Namjoon said with a sigh, “he was flirting with you Y/N, how did you not see that?” You could tell he was upset and gently reached for his hand to calm him down.

“Because I already have the best boyfriend ever so I don’t need a reason to look at other guys,” you said, causing Namjoon to smile and kiss your temple.

“Come on, let’s go finish our walk,” he said, never releasing his grip on your hand.

Kim Seokjin:

It was your two year anniversary and Jin had opted to take you out for a nice dinner. He had booked the reservation weeks in advance and gifted you with a lovely new outfit that you were wearing now. Jin had to admit, you looked absolutely breathtaking in it and he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. However, it seemed that the guy sitting at the table across from you couldn’t keep his eyes off of you either. You hadn’t noticed the suggestive looks that he was sending your way, but Jin certainly had. It upset him greatly that this guy continued to check you out while you were clearly on a date with him, but he tried to ignore him since you hadn’t noticed. This was your night after all and he wasn’t going to let anyone ruin it. Thankfully, the guy didn’t go any further than staring, at least for the majority of your meal. As you were waiting for the check, that’s when he decided to get up and walk over to the two of you.

“Excuse me,” the man said, immediately getting your attention and causing Jin to groan, “I couldn’t help but notice how stunning you look and I was wondering if-” He couldn’t finish his sentence as Jin had enough and cut him off.

“Yah! Who do you think you are? You have been staring at them shamelessly all night despite it being clear that we are together and then you think you can come over here and start flirting? Do you have no respect?!” You looked up at your boyfriend in shock as he continued to scold the guy, eventually causing him to walk away and leaving Jin red in the face and huffing for breath.

“He’s not worth it Jin, don’t let some random guy ruin our date night,” you said, “besides, I didn’t even notice him staring because I was too busy staring at my world wide handsome boyfriend!” Jin relaxed a bit when he heard this and nodded, taking your hand and giving it a soft kiss, quickly paying the check and leaving so you could enjoy the rest of your night.

Min Yoongi:

Yoongi was not amused to say the least, arms crossed and tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he watched the scene in front of him. Normally, he loved when you accompanied him to concerts, since you motivated him to do his best and would cheer him on the whole time. This time though, it seemed someone else had managed to steal your attention, since you had been talking with one of the crew members for the past 15 minutes while the boys were getting ready. Yoongi was already good to go so he had been glaring daggers at you and the crew member who was making you laugh, waiting for you to notice him. Yoongi would never admit that he was a jealous person, but it was obvious in his actions. He didn’t mind you talking to other people of course, but he did mind when they seemed to be a bit too close to you. Especially when you were supposed to be here to support him, not to flirt with the staff. It didn’t take too much longer for you to feel his eyes burning into the back of your head, quickly excusing yourself from the conversation and walking over to Yoongi.

“So you do remember you have a boyfriend then,” he said sarcastically, “since it seems you like flirting with the crew members.” You rolled your eyes with a dramatic sigh and wrapped your arms around him in a tight embrace which he returned a bit too eagerly. You already knew how he got when he got jealous since this wasn’t the first time it had happened.

“Oh hush,” you said as you rested your head on his shoulder, “we were just talking, you know that you’re the only man I love.” Yoongi slowly relaxed in your hold and hugged you a bit tighter, still glaring at the crew member. You pulled away enough to kiss him softly, “You don’t need to be jealous Baby, I’ll only pay attention to you the rest of the night okay?”

“I’m not jealous!” You rolled your eyes again and laugh softly as he pulls you back against his chest.

“Sure you’re not.”

Jung Hoseok:

Hoseok wasn’t really one to get jealous too easily. Afterall, he loved you and he knew that you loved him just as much so he had nothing to worry about right? That’s what he tried to tell himself as he watched you talk with one of their backup dancers during break. It was getting close to their comeback and the two of you were spending less time together so he had invited you to watch them practice. That way the two of you could spend time together and he could show off a bit. The group had just called for a break, and Hoseok had moved to grab a water bottle before making his way over to you with a large smile that slowly fell when one of the backup dancers got to you first. Still, he tried to be nice and join in on your conversation. You either didn’t notice him or didn’t care which caused Hoseok to frown as he watched you talk with the dancer as if your boyfriend wasn’t standing right beside you. After a few minutes, he had enough and embraced you tightly which caused you to cry out in surprise.

“Jagiiii!” he whined dramatically, “if you liked the dance then you liked me right! I was in the front, you saw it right?” You laughed when you realized he was jealous and nodded, kissing his cheek as the backup dancer walked away awkwardly.

“Of course I did Hobi, you looked great!” you assured before trying to wiggle out of his arms, “could you let me go though? You’re still covered in sweat.

Park Jimin:

Unlike some of the other members, Jimin did get jealous easily, and it was very obvious when he did. He would start pouting and sulking until you gave in and gave him attention, which also meant he wouldn’t be letting you go for the next few hours. The two of you had just come back from your cute little lunch date and you quickly realized that Jimin was in a bad mood. He immediately plopped onto the couch and stared at the ground with his arms crossed, lips jutting out in an overdramatic pout. It took everything you had not to laugh at how cute he looked right now as you sat down beside him.

“Jiminie, what’s wrong?” you asked as you tried to get him to look at you, he didn’t.

“Why were you flirting with the waiter at lunch?” he asked after a minute, you barely heard it though since he was mumbling. You were a bit shocked at the sudden question and tried to figure out why he would think that. Jimin seemed to read your mind and said, “You were staring at him the whole time and you kept smiling and laughing whenever he spoke to you.” This time you couldn’t help but laugh as you pulled your boyfriend into a tight hug,

“Baby that wasn’t flirting, I was just being nice,” you assured as you covered his face in kisses, making him laugh as well, “trust me when I say I will never look at another man the way I look at you.”

“Promise?”

“Promise!”

“Alright then!” Jimin was suddenly full of energy as he pushed you back so he could snuggle up on top of you, “to make it up to me though you have to cuddle me for the rest of the day!”

Kim Taehyung:

At first, Taehyung hadn’t noticed that someone was trying to flirt with you. It was a nice day and the two of you had decided to go on a walk with Yeontan, stopping at a park so that he could play in the grass. You were in the grass with the small dog as your boyfriend stood a bit away, talking to the other members and occasionally snapping a picture of you to keep for memories. As Tae was distracted with the small device in his hand, another man had walked up and kneeled down beside you as you continued playing with Yeontan.

“Cute dog!” he said as he petted the small animal, “where did you get him?”

“Oh, he’s not actually my dog, he belongs to my boyfriend,” you replied back with a soft smile, just thinking he was being nice. The man frowned a bit when he heard the word ‘boyfriend’ but decided to try his luck anyways.

“Ah, well it’s nice that he let you watch his dog,” he said with a smile of his own, “you know, there's this small cafe nearby that I think allows pets outside if you want to-”

“Jagi!” Taehyung noticed the man getting close to you and quickly intervened, walking over and wrapping his arms around you. “It’s getting late, I think we should probably head home before Tan gets too tired!” You didn’t realize what he was doing but agreed anyway, grabbing Yeontans leash and waving goodbye to the other man before walking away with Taehyung. Who was currently holding your hand tightly and smirking at himself for getting you away from someone who definitely wanted to steal you from him.

Jeon Jungkook:

Jungkook honestly didn’t know what to do at the moment. He trusted that you would never cheat or leave him for someone else, and he trusted his hyungs not to try anything with you. Seeing you cuddle up to Taehyung as you guys were watching movies though, made his jaw clench. He was literally sitting across from you in a chair all by himself so there was more than enough room for you to cuddle him, so why his hyung? Jungkook did his best to calm his nerves and focus on the movie, but his gaze kept going back to the two of you. You were sharing a blanket and your head was resting on Taes shoulder as he rested his head on yours. It was just innocent platonic cuddles and he knew that, but it still upset him. Jungkook had been trying for the last few minutes to subtly get you to come over to him but it wasn’t working and he was growing even more frustrated. He finally snapped and walked over to you when Taehyung left to use the restroom, throwing the blanket off of you and sitting down in Taes previous spot. You looked up at him in question as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest, never taking his eyes off of the TV.

“Kookie what are you doing?” you whispered.

“You don’t need Hyung, you’re supposed to only cuddle me!” he whispered back as he hugged you tighter. You quickly decided fighting him would get you nowhere and snuggled into his chest, causing him to smile in victory. Taehyung was a bit confused to see the younger in his spot when he returned, but quickly shrugged it off and took the open chair so you guys could finish the movie in peace.

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