#chill session with bee

[aceloha]

CHAPTER SEVEN!!!!!💥💥💥💥

[crashlanding-skywalker]

[The command batch chilling after a training session]

Rex: I wish I could control wasps and bees to sting my enemies.

Wolffe: Arent you too young to have enemies?

Rex: You don’t even know.

[yanderemommabean]

Once I read a post about yandere moth fairy (not mine) who turned their darling into one of their kind so they could stay together forever. Would alien bees do something similar to their human gueen? Like, they keep crying, refusing to attend the mating sessions, running away, begging to be sent back on earth etc. So the bees decide to perform a ritual and turn the queen into one of them so they can be hypnotised with the pheromones that dont work on humans? (sorry for the rambling)

Hmm, I can see the bees trying this if it's the last thing available to keep you calm and docile. I know they have special honey to keep you lax, compliant and dizzy if you insist on being scared and refuse to even try to behave. One little spoonful and you're dazed, light headed, and barely able to open your mouth unless it's to weakly protest.

The wasps and hornets would've transformed you the first night so there wouldn't be a chance of you leaving at all, still looking like yourself mostly, just with more of their characteristics, such as wings, antennae, so on and so on.

The moths would just shush you with a hug into their soft fuzzy chests and hold you there until you wear yourself out, being the more pacifist of the alien bugs, but! They have their scary moments that even the wasps get upset about. Even the murder Hornets get a chill down their spine.

-Mommabean

[ziggyzolch]

Queen Bee-atch III (Regina George x reader)

These chapters have been up on ao3 and wattpad but I figured i'd put them here as well.

Warnings: Cursing, use of F-slur but its kind of stupid so dont worry

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“You look like hell.” It was Thursday and Janis had invited you over. “Thanks,” you mumble out while pushing past her into her house. You could navigate her house blind, it's basically your second home now. You go into her room and flop straight into her bed. “You still having trouble sleeping?” Janis asks while plopping down onto the floor. She was surrounded by music sheets and crumpled up paper, her guitar on the ground next to her. You sluggishly sit up and look at her, “Yeah, I just can’t stop thinking.” “About what?” “Nothing, I don’t know,” You push the palms of your hands against your eyes.

You and Janis have weekly jam sessions. Chilling with your best friend and learning new songs to play together was your favorite pastime. Damien joins occasionally and sings along since you and Janis can’t sing for shit. At least you think so.

“Let’s just find a song then you can nap on my bed or something.” Janis proposes. Getting up, you pick up the acoustic guitar at the corner of the room and make your way to where she was seated. This week was your turn to pick a song.

“You’ll love this song. I discovered it recently and-”

“It’s Alex G again, isn't it? The chords he uses are so weird!”

“Yeah but-”

“Please tell me you have another song.”

You sigh, “I really thought you’d agree to that one. Let’s just play ‘Where is Your Mind’ or something.”

Janis is tuning her guitar when you get a text from your mother.

-We’re going shopping. I expect you to be at the mall in 20 minutes.-

You groan and lay your whole body onto the ground. “I know I’m already here but can I get a raincheck on the session? My mom is dragging me to go shopping” You sigh while getting up. “Yeah, no worries.” Janis replies, unbothered. God you really needed to sleep.

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“Seriously, mother?” Your mom was holding up a pink shirt with ‘baby gurlz’ plastered on the front. She had dragged you to the mall to upgrade your wardrobe. You needed new clothes because, according to your mother, you looked like an ‘emo beggar’. Your mother rolls her eyes “You dress like a hobo that lives at Hot Topic, baby. No offense.” It’s been 3 hours since you came in and you hadn’t found anything you liked. You take the shirt out of her hands and place it back on the rack.

“Can we just go home? I have an English test tomorrow and I haven’t started studying.” The lie comes out easily. In reality, you just wanted to nap. It’s been 3 days and you’ve gotten a total of 2 hours of sleep. A sigh comes out of your mothers mouth, “You know what, go sit in the car, you’re wearing whatever I buy you. Your outfit is going to be on your desk tomorrow morning.” She could buy you a dinosaur onesie and you wouldn’t care, you just wanted to nap.

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Unsurprisingly, the nap plan didn’t work out. You passed out eventually though, an hour before school, but at least it was something. You were now at your locker, clad in a white crop-top and baby blue skirt that was way too short. You hadn’t actually realized what your mother had picked out until a wide-eyed Damien grabbed your shoulder and dragged you to the bathroom. “Girl, what are you wearing? Also, did you lose weight?” You look at Damien confused, until you turn to the mirror. “Oh what the f-”

“Damien? What poor girl did you drag- the fuck?” Janis looks at you in shock, Cady standing behind her, while you stare back equally mortified. “You look like a pastel emo, dude.” Janis says while walking up to you and spinning you around. You stomp your foot. “Stop! I already feel bad enough.” You whine while pushing Janis off you and turning back to the mirror. Damien walks up behind you and stops your hands that were pulling at your shirt. “Girl you got bod, and those clothes lowkey look good on you.” Your eye roll is interrupted by the bell ringing. Shit.

Your thoughts start going crazy as you’re walking to English class. God they can see my legs! They probably know you don’t usually wear skirts. They’re probably all like: ‘look at her. You know she usually doesn’t wear skirts?’

Before you know it, you're sitting at your desk in English class, looking at your notebook. When did you get here? Huh, time flies when you’re having fun. You’re giggling at your own joke when you hear someone clearing their throat next to you. Regina?

“Did you hear anything I just said? Are you even actually physically present? It’s like I’m talking to a wall.” Regina raises an eyebrow waiting for a response. “Oh uh, hi.” You mumble out pathetically. She lets out a mocking ‘hi’ before continuing, “Anyways, I’ll pick you up after school for our project.” Project? What? You look up at the board and finally notice the list of instructions written down for a book report you had to do, with details of the partners the teacher had assigned. How much of the class had passed? Your question is answered when the bell signaling the end of the period rings.

You stand up too fast and start swaying before Regina gets up and holds you by your waist to steady you. “Woah there, slow down babe,” She pauses and looks you up and down. She bends down slightly to stare directly into your eyes and taps your cheek, “Cute outfit. See you after school.”

She packs her things and walks past you into the hallway.

You really need to sleep.

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It's like the bottom of your skirt was a mountain climber the way it kept hiking up with every step you took. At least it's almost the end of the day. One more period and you'd be on your way home. You were dragging your feet across the hall when you felt a slap on your ass. You turn around to see one of the jocks ,that you couldn't for the life of you remember the name of, smirking down at you.

Curse him out! Why are you just standing there? Your mouth flops open and closed like a fish, trying to come up with a devastating insult.

"F-Faggot."

...What the fuck? Your eyes widened. Before you could properly process what you said, you were pushed up against a locker with the jock impossibly close to you. "Say that again, slut." He grits his teeth, pushing you further into the locker. You're suddenly released and a very angry Regina was holding him by his shirt collar. "Apologize to her." You'd hate to be on the receiving end of the glare she's giving him. He scoffs, "You've gotten soft, Regina. Anyways, I was just giving her a compliment!" Regina's eyes somehow harden even more. "If the next words that come out of your mouth aren't an apology, Shane. I swear to god." His confidence falters and he eventually mumbles out an apology. "Walk away, and take your micro-penis with you."

Regina hears a giggle from below her and her eyes soften as she sees you on the floor. She helps you up and adjusts your clothes.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, it's whatever."

She stares at you for a second.

"Take out your phone."

"What? Why-"

She pulls your phone out of your hand.

"I'm putting in my number, idiot."

What?

"For the project? I'm picking you up after school, remember?"

"Oh yeah. Pfft. Totally."

Giving your phone back and rolling her eyes, she turns away and leaves. From the corner of your eye you catch Janis and Damien stomping over. "Dude, why were you talking to Regina? Also our plan is working, Caddy's growing on them." You look at Janis, confused before she continues, "You need to sleep dude. Whatever we have health together let's find Caddy and get to class." Damien puts his arm around you and you all start walking. "What were you talking about with Regina, by the way?" He questions while adjusting his arm around you, "We got paired up for a project. A book report or something." You avoid bringing up the fact that you got harassed.

You love Janis and Damien, truly, but they tend to be a little overprotective. "Hah! What a nightmare!" Janis laughs. You look down at the floor, your face turning slightly red, mumbling, "She isn't that bad." The conversation dies out as you approach the classroom, Cady greeting you at the door. "Hey! So, Aaron invited me to this Halloween party..." Cady's voice fades as you sit down and put your head down onto your desk.

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"Nice room, Blondie." You say, going further into Regina's room. She had been waiting for you outside the school in her convertible, making it impossible for you to get out of spending time with her. Despite her recent tolerability, you couldn't forget how she used to treat you.

Regina smiles, "Thanks, Y/N. It was my mom's but I made her trade it."

"Woah. 'Y/N'? Are you going soft on me, Blondie?"

"Shut up."

You walk around her room and spot a couple of vinyls. Green day? My Chemical Romance? The Yeah Yeah Yeahs? The Strokes! What!

"Blondie, you have taste?"

Regina flips around and stomps towards you, taking the 'Stereophonics' vinyl out of your hands. "Stop going through my shit, Gerard." Back to square one.

She watches you adjust your skirt and pull at your shirt uncomfortably. Walking into her closet, she finds a pair of shorts and a loose t-shirt she hadn't worn in years. You were awkwardly standing in the middle of her room before you felt a bunch of clothes hit your face.

The shock passes and you smile at her gratefully while she rolls her eyes and takes a seat at her desk. Should you go to her bathroom? Whatever, she's already seen you shirtless. Her face turns red while she pretends not to notice you changing in front of her. You finish up and take out your laptop, taking a seat on the floor. She swivels her chair to face you, "So, what book were you thinking?" You look up at her, slightly shocked. You didn't think she'd give you a choice.

"Oh. Uh. The Bell Jar?"

"Too bleak."

"It ends nicely though!"

"No! Pick something else."

"Okay, uh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation?" You propose with an eyebrow raised.

She glares at you.

"Are all the books you read just about mentally ill women?"

You sigh, "Pretty much. Oh! What about Matilda!"

She opens her mouth to argue, then pauses for a moment.

"Actually that doesn't sound too bad. Matilda it is."

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An hour passed before Regina looked up from her report and found you curled up on her floor, your laptop discarded to the side. After putting away your laptop, she approaches you and stares down at you. Hands on her hips, she looks around before letting out a breath and picking you up. "Gina?" You mumble out.

She shushes you and places you on her bed. "No. No, it's fine. I have to finish the report." Attempting to sit up, you whine when she pushes you back onto her bed. "We have a week till it's due. Rest." She leaves no room to argue as she tucks you in. "No! Oh wow. Your bed is so comfortable." Your eyes start drifting close and the last thing you see is Regina placing a kiss on your head.

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"I mean I've been dressing up as a mouse since freshman year, why would I change now?" Karen's voice takes you out of your blissful slumber. How long have you been asleep? "You're barely even a mouse, Karen." You could hear Gretchen reply. The sun had started setting, from what you could tell. You sit up, rubbing your eyes and looking around the room. Gretchen and Karen were sitting on the floor while Cady was laying above the sheets next to you. "Hey sleepyhead!" Cady pinches your cheek and tackles you when you try to push her away. She straddles your waist and starts tickling you. "Dude!...Stop!" You say in between giggles.

"What's going on here?" Regina must've been in the bathroom, "Finally up? I was getting ready to call the funeral house, Gerard." She was wearing sweatpants and a tank top. You accidentally glance down at her chest and turn away quickly, blushing, unaware of Regina's knowing smirk. She must've changed when you wear asleep.

Cady finally stops her assault on you. "Ha. Ha" You roll your eyes, moving to get up when Cady grabs your arm and pulls you back down, "Did you wrestle a bear or something?" Looking down to see what she was talking about, you notice a huge hand shaped bruise on your shoulder. You can feel everybody's eyes on you. "Oh, I fell during PE. It's nothing" You shrug her hand away and rub your shoulder, walking towards the walk-in closet, ignoring Regina's eyes burning a hole in your back. Bending down to pick up your clothes, a bright pink book catches your attention.

"Hey. Why didn't you tell Cady about Shane- No!" Regina's eyes widen as rushes towards you and pulls the book out of your hand. It's too late, your page had been the first one you found when you opened the book. Standing up, your voice wavers, "Thank you for being so accommodating, I'll get out of your hair now." You bump your shoulder into her getting out of the closet, hurting yourself more than her.

The silence that followed after you slammed the door on your way out was loud. Regina plops down next to Karen and Gretchen, Cady following after her. Running her hands through her hair, Regina sighs and stares at her bedroom door.

"Fuck."

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[anyreiart]

This is my art for the Destiel Buzzy Bee Bang 2024. I've worked with my friend @hectatess on this and had a lot of fun. The bang is just so super chill and different. I just really love the concept.

You can find the super cute and fluffy fic that belongs to the art here:

[my-naughty-writings-and-musings]

I need some self indulgent writing to lift my spirits so have some Earthspark!Bee x Reader enjoying some time outdoors where the former is getting a workout and finds the reader really enjoys what they see. Need some more Bee topping content out there.

You didn't know how to tell him, and weren't sure he'd want to hear it anyway, but...

Bee was so hot when he worked out.

It had been a surprise to learn that bots exhibited physical exhaustion in much the same way humans did, though less of a surprise to find they needed exercise to stay in shape. As you'd grown closer with the Scout, you'd been able to observe his workouts in person and increasingly up close, often offering encouragement, timing his practice races, and keeping track of refreshments to keep him energized. It hadn't missed your attention that he loved when you were openly impressed by his prowess, but you'd never let on how much you enjoyed watching him push his limits. The ragged ventilations, the sheen of coolant on his armor, the increased confidence he got when a session went well... and his cute pout when they didn't. No part of you felt ready to confess your feelings, even if the two of you were regularly intimate in far more conventional ways. It just felt like tempting fate to push the weirdness of interspecies banging to interspecies banging with kinks.

So here you were, pretending not to be more than appropriately interested as he braked hard and drifted to a showy stop across the makeshift finish line, engine roaring as he zipped by you in a gleaming yellow blur. The rush of air that followed him both ruffled your hair and nearly flipped up the thick blanket beneath you, but you still cheered and remembered to click your stopwatch. Chunks of dirt flew across the empty grass field from the force of his spinning stop, the lingering dampness of the cold morning resulting in a purposely showy shower of dew that sparkled in the early morning light. Transforming with momentum to show off an acrobatic twist onto his pedes, he skidded to a halt not five feet in front of you, ground rumbling under the weight of his massive frame.

Exhausted but ecstatic, he let out a sizable sigh that steamed in the chilled air, servos on his hips as he caught his breath and turned his wild optics to you. Every fiber of your willpower had to fight to keep your eyes on his gaze and off the coolant making his armor glisten in the pink light of the sunrise. The sound of his delighted and breathless voice only made it all the harder to focus. "Time?"

"Two minutes and twelve seconds." you replied reflexively, smiling despite your struggles as you were quite happy for the progress.

"Nice! New record!" he gushed with a pump of his fist, the adorable enthusiasm making your heart warm with affection and a tiny dash of pride. In the wake of so much frustration trying to best his old speed record, you'd encouraged him to try something new; mastering obstacles on a variety of terrains, such as the track you'd promised to set up on your open property. It had taken some convincing, but with the promise that he got to see you every time he trained for "motivation", the Scout had conceded. Judging by his beaming smile now, the idea could conclusively be called a good one.

"Woo, gonna need to wash off, but all this training is worth it." he said with a kick of his pede to dislodge some dirt. Despite being rather particular about his appearance, he was always willing to get down and dirty to improve his performance, which you found more attractive than words could possibly convey. Wiping some coolant from his brow and stretching his servos high above his helm, the Scout unintentionally made quite a show of himself in the radiant morning light, which made it impossible to miss the steam rising off his armor. You noted a definite thirst of your own as he gestured for the cooler at your side. "I think I'll have a drink now, this course always leaves me a little low."

Not trusting yourself to speak, you quickly got out the bottle of energon that had chilled in the ice, needing both hands to lift what was to him a tiny refreshment. He took it gratefully, uncapping the lid and tossing it back for deep, thirsty gulps that made your face flush with enough heat you were worried steam might come off your own skin. Your eyes couldn't stay away from his lips as your imagination tormented you with memories of all the ways they had pleased you in the past... What you wouldn't have given for him to go down on you right there, the excitement of the workout making him all the more passionate and perhaps a little aggressive as he pinned you down against the blanket-

His optics opened and flicked in your direction before you had a chance to look away, and your blush turned to a horrified blanche as his perplexed expression let you know you'd been caught staring. 

"You okay?" he asked with concern, wiping away a bit of excess energon on his lip as you wondered if teleporting out of embarrassment was possible.

"Yeah, totally, why?" you replied in a disjointed stammer, barely able to speak and completely incapable of coming up with anything convincing. You suddenly felt far too warm for your jacket, but you had forgotten how to remove it in your overwhelming mortification, and your embarrassment only grew when he failed to be convinced. 

"You were kind of staring off into space." he pointed out without missing a beat, making the ordeal all the more horrifying. He didn't look at all offended, merely curious and a little concerned, but you were still embarrassed in ways you would never live down. Why hadn't you tried to employ just a little self control? Why was it so incredibly hard to resist when he got like this? Why were you still so turned on!?

Survival took over, and you strung together a few halting words in the world's lamest attempt at an excuse. "I was looking at you." you said in your first display of unintentional honesty, trying to look for anything interesting along the empty forest and rolling green pasture. There was nothing, and you had to bite your lip as he cocked his hip and rested a servo on it.

"At me, huh?" he pressed, tilting his helm and raising a brow in a gesture you found far from displeased. You knew him well enough to read the first hints of smugness creeping into his expression, but you were still too flustered to respond to it, your capacity to flirt nonexistent in the face of such utter ridiculousness.

"Well, not at you, but... in your general direction." you mumbled, finally managing to avert your eyes once he started grinning. Ironically, your playful irritation at his ego gave you the strength to exert some willpower, but when he dropped to his knees before you to get up close and personal you were once more reduced to speechlessness. His palm rested on the blanket as his broad shoulders put your entire body in shadow. 

"Are you liking what you see?" he teased, having found you out completely. Looming over you to emphasize his greater size, his smirk deepened when your wide eyes betrayed how utterly overwhelmed you were with arousal. 

Nothing but a long drawn out "uhhhh" escaped your lips as your gaze swept over his broad shoulders and powerful chassis, the lingering heat from his engine warming your already scorching face to the point you reflexively unzipped your jacket. Could anyone really blame you for finding him so utterly irresistible? Could he blame you for finding him so attractive, and for being all the more attracted to him when he exercised?

"Never would have thought you had ulterior motives for these training sessions, Y/N." he purred, looking over the obstacles spread across your field that the two of you had set up together. The accusation, though leveled playfully, brought back enough of your sense of self for you to attempt to explain yourself. 

"I didn't-"

"Kidding, don't worry." he interrupted before you could begin a whole tangent about the first time you'd seen him exercise up close and how unintentionally enlightening it had been. Softening his gaze a little, he met your eyes just in time for you to see desire overtake smug satisfaction. "If anything, I'm kind of flattered."

"Yeah?" you said as he leaned in, moving automatically to close the distance between you. Heat was rising within the both of you now, and you'd been laid down on his berth enough times to know what this was building to as you removed your jacket and laid back on your plush blanket. It also wasn't the first time the two of you had enjoyed yourselves outdoors, but with the added excitement of his workout you felt as giddy as you had the first time he'd carried you across his bedroom.

"Yeah." he confirmed in a low rumble. The greatest difference between then and now was the confidence radiating off of him, which contrasted starkly with all of his prior uncertainty over how much force to use and his fears that he might hurt you. Such hesitation was nowhere to be found as he held his front end up on his elbows and pulled you in for a kiss, his lips just as heated and hungry as you'd hoped as you melted into his touch. Cupping his face with both hands, you let out a whine as he pulled back, though you shifted to a soft groan of delight when he tugged on your pants and nosed his way down your pliant body. Fumbling in your haste, you barely had the capacity to unbutton yourself with his heated ventilations rushing over you. Strong yet nimble servos assisted you in stripping off everything below your waist when your shaking hands proved unable. 

Tender kisses down your stomach had you gasping as he maneuvered your legs to either side of his helm, the warmth of his armor and the rumble of his engine filling your body with enough want you wouldn't have been surprised if both of you started steaming in the chill morning air. Bold in a way you'd never seen before, the big bot made a show of tossing his empty energon bottle aside as he hooked his thumbs under your knees, his voice deep and filled with hunger like you'd never heard. "So if you don't mind... I'm still a little thirsty."

There was no time for a reply as he buried his mouth between your legs, surprising you yet again with a level of aggression and feral want that you'd never seen or experienced from him before. It was everything you could have hoped for and so much more. Fully revved up from his workout, Bumblebee didn't hold back in the slightest, shoving his glossa in deep to your already soaked and eager pussy. You had to clap a hand over your mouth to keep a scream from rolling over the hills, but at his proximity he could hear every moan and cry that you let out into your palm and they only egged him on. Letting out a growl against your throbbing clit, he swirled his glossa about as if relishing your flavor, using one arm to gently pin you against the blanket so he could go as deep as he pleased.

Reflexively grabbing his horns for stability, you thrust clumsily against his face as everything you could have ever dreamed of became a reality. Hot blasts of air from his vents stirred the grass around you in waves, and you had to fully bite your hand to keep yourself quiet as his lips sought out your clit to suck hungrily on the fully erect bud, his dentae grazing its tip as he pulled it into his mouth with relish. Whole galaxies spun before your eyes as he sucked forcefully.

It took no time for all the tension inside of you to gather for a world shattering orgasm, the blissful coil of impending ecstasy reducing you to a whimpering, moaning, gasping mess of desire that clung to him as if the whole world might melt away if you didn't. Once more your attention had him growling with satisfied want, and a glance at his expression found the bright blue optics that typically gazed upon you with nothing but love almost overflowing with animalistic desire. The fact that you wanted him in such a feral way had him unhinged with lust, and it was with that look you screamed out your completion for him to enjoy.

A thirsty glossa pumped inside of you for every throb, finding no resistance thanks to the surge of lubrication that gushed forth as your body spasmed through a white hot burst of ecstasy like no other. Anyone in the world could have overheard your campy cries, but you couldn't have cared less, your entire world consisting of nothing more than the beautiful mech before you and the loving thrusts of his glossa as you careened back to earth to find your heart hammering from exertion and your body twitching from overstimulation.

Once you'd settled completely into the afterglow, Bumblebee withdrew with a parting kiss on your tingling pussy, a trail of lube following his sopping chin as he pulled back to a more conversational distance. Licking his lips, he let out a sigh of his own satisfaction. "Much better..."

"What about you?" you asked in a barely audible whisper, able to see but not really feel or control your legs. Bumblebee wiped some of the mess from his face as he allowed you to lay down and catch your breath, taking a moment to respond as he admired your half naked and fully satisfied form. 

"I'm a little worn out." he replied honestly, sounding far more relaxed than he had previously. It seemed he'd spent just about every bit of energy he had to spare on you and the workout, but there was no doubt desire for more in his voice as he helped you gather your clothes and get dressed. "How about... we sort that out after I get a shower?"

Considering how well boldness had just paid off for him, you decided to let it take the wheel. Shimmying into your underwear, you smiled sweetly up at him as he assisted you in getting your noodle limp legs back into your pants.

"Why not during?" you proposed, loving how he reacted with surprise despite all of his earlier confidence. You put a hand on his and let it linger there, finding your own confidence as your strength returned and the tingles faded enough for you to think straight. "I can help you relax, and, you know, take care of some things."

"I like that better." he replied simply, gathering the supplies from the workout and getting ready to transform so they could be unceremoniously shoved into his passenger seat. Finding your own giddiness returning, you were on cloud nine as he dropped into his altmode and popped the doors for you, welcoming your presence with a rumble of his engine before he zoomed off in the direction of the bunker. It wouldn't surprise you if the two of you were utterly spent by noon.

[anicaaa67]

tw self h@rm

hurt/comfort

sometimes you didn't know what was wrong with you. most days, you felt fine and had genuine fun, but when you get home, all hell brakes loose. you live with your mom, and she's not abusive but can have abusive emotional tendencies. Because of your mom, UA dorms were a life saver. you finally didn't have to be in that environment. at UA, you love your classmates and are a part of the self-proclaimed bakusquad, thanks to Mina and denki. You had a fine day at school, nothing triggering or bad happened, but here you are, sitting on your bathroom floor, blade in hand, swiping at your thighs and hips. it's summer, so you've started cutting more on your hips so you can wear more revealing clothes. You sit there crying for no particular reason while blood trickles down your thighs. you love the scars but hate them. you want to get better, but you want to get worse. you want to have scars, but you want to have clean skin. you have tried getting clean in the past, but to no avail. When you finished you cutting session your hips look horrible and you got a little carried away on your thighs "fuck, now I can't wear shorts for a few weeks." you think. Your bathroom is in your dorm so you walk up to your dresser to change out of your now bloody pants. *knock* *knock* "Y/N? are you in there?" you hear a gruff voice ask from behind your shut dorm door. you and bakugou have gotten closer as friends over the weeks to the point where you pesterd him into agreeing to a weekly movie night for the two of you. "shit" you look at the clock, 6:30. silently scolding yourself for losing track of time you pull on your favorite fuzzy pajama bottoms and bee line for the door. you look cute in your crop top and fuzzy pants but bakugou would never admit it aloud. you open the door "'bout damn time" he scoffs. "I thought ya fell asleep on me." You roll your eyes, and both you sit on your bed. Bakugou set down the bag of food he brought with for the movie night on your bed. You turn to pick up your room a bit while bakugou watches tiktok (he is obsessed with tiktok but won't admit it), which is normal since you've been doing this for a while.  While cleaning, you don't hear anything, so you turn around to see bakugou paler than a witch staring at something. you follow his eyeline to see the pants you were wearing earlier with the blood still seeping in the seems. "fuck" you said out loud as you scurry to pick up the pants. you discard them into your hamper just as bakugou says something. "Do you hurt yourself?" he said in a chilling low tone. you sit there too stunned to speak. he probably thinks I'm weak now. great. the boy I've been in love with things. I'm a monster who can't figure out her own problems. Your silence was all he needed for him to pull you onto the bed and wrap you in his warm embrace. after a while, bakugou convinced you to let him clean out your cuts in your bathroom properly so they didn't get infected. when he finished he gave you a peck on the forehead and you two headed for the bed to finally watch the movie and cuddle. Bakugou knows he has to talk to her more about her mental health but also their relationship. However, for tonight, he would just hold her and let her cry in his shoulder.

[bullet-prooflove]

Love <3 Starters

"i know you think you’re all alone out there, but you’re not"

Mitch Ripley

Tagging: Tagging: @kmc1989 @spaghettificationandpretzels @mini-bee-bee @mandy426 @jareaulamontagnes

Seperation!Series:

Marley 2.0 - Mitch doesn't realise your hiding a secret from him.

Not Your Problem - Mitch feels you pulling away from him.

Pill Popping - Mitch confronts LJ about what happened in St Clair.

Not Enough - Mitch realises he won't ever be enough for you after you reveal what happened in St Clair.

Therapy Sessions - Mitch talks through his issues with his counsellor.

Hollow - Mitch returns home to an empty house.

Mitch finds you in the park you used to play in as a child. You’re sitting on the swing in a navy blue quilted jacket that used to belong to him, your hands holding onto the chains as it rocks to and fro in the breeze.

It’s the place you come to when your world’s in turmoil, somewhere with happy memories where nothing can harm you. You don’t say anything when he sits down on the swing alongside of you, you simply stare straight ahead at the duck pond as the drizzle soaks your hair.

“Your mom called.” He says breaking the silence. “She told me what happened today.”

Your jaw clenches as you inhale sharply and he realises in that moment that you’re trying not to cry.

“It was a rural hospital.” You say finally, using the back of your hand to wipe the teats from under your eyes. “They weren’t equipped for the kind of complications I was having.”

If you’d been in Chicago when you miscarried, the procedure probably would have been completed with minimal scarring. Instead you’d had a junior doctor who was undertaking his first D&C alone and fucked things up so badly that you’ve just discovered that you couldn’t have children, no matter how much you may want them.

“I’m sorry.” He says softly. “I know it feels like you’re alone right now but you’re not…”

You laugh then and the sound it cuts through him like a scalpel because it’s just so fucking bitter.

“I don’t have a husband Mitch. I don’t have a baby. I can’t even have a family anymore which is the reason we split up in the first place.” You remind him, your eyes filled with anguish as you tilt your head to look at him. “There’s just me right now, screaming into the fucking void because God has found every single way he can to fuck me.”

Mitch raises from his swing and crouches down in front of you. His hands encompass your chilled features, his thumbs chasing away the frustrated tears that leak down your cheeks.

“Marley, you have me.” He tells you fiercely. “You have me right here fighting in your corner, and I will always be here whether we’re together or not. None of this changes how I feel about you, none of this stops me from loving you as much as I do.”

“That’s easy for you to say now that children have been taken off the table.” You tell him. “I’m the perfect woman for you now aren’t I? The wife that can’t bear children. It’s exactly what you what you wanted.”

“No Marley, it’s not.” He promises you, his voice so fucking earnest it wounds you. “I want to start a family with you, I was just too scared of fucking of it up. I was letting my past mess with my head and I’m working through that but you have to know that I never wanted this, I never wanted any of this to happen to you.”

It’s raining harder now, the droplets soaking the two of you as Mitch’s forehead against yours.

“Take me home Mitch.” You whisper against his lips. “I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

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[shuaboo]

🍓 you know how to ball, i know aristotle.

🧺 a kim jiwoong x reader one-shot fic // lowercase intended // cw: fluff, high school au, popular boy!jiwoong, nerd!reader, jiwoong is blonde, reader is awkward n gets flustered a lot, bestie!hao appearances, haobin is canon here #notsorry, jw’s ex is mentioned but they doesn’t make an appearance // wc: 4.2k // not proofread, sry for any mistakes

💋 a/n: (1) wrote a high school au because why not… duh. lots of weird POV changes here sorry! hope that isn’t too bothersome. (2) WELCOME TO THE POPULAR BF!JIWOONG SERIES!! (3) this will be a little series of oneshots/thoughts abt popular bf!jw, so it’s not js one big story. I’ll make an mlist soon

in school, you aren’t popular. infact, you’re far from it. other than your friends and fellow council members, no one pays attention to you unless its for school reasons. but you are an exceptional student. you are always participating in quiz bees, math competitions, and even a part of the student council. all this means that you constantly have to work your ass off to maintain your good grades.

at home, your parents have set high standards for you. be smart, be presentable. be kind, be obedient. you have competitive relatives, and you know how they can get.

what you didn’t expect though, was to ever get in a relationship. you were far too deep into your school activities so you can get into a good college, so you felt like you had no time to be interested in boys. besides, you didn’t even expect anyone to be into you.

here’s kim jiwoong: popular senior, star player of your school’s football team, decent student, and campus crush.

what could possibly bring you, a student seen as nerdy and unpopular, and kim jiwoong, the popular quarterback of the school’s football team together?

i. first meetings, tutoring sessions, blooming friendships.

you first officially met jiwoong because of a tutoring gig your teacher assigned you to do. you had to help jiwoong with physics, a subject you excel in. jiwoong isn’t a bad student. despite his busy schedule as an athlete, he had no grades lower than a B. except for physics.

your physics teacher recognized his struggle with the subject, and appointed you to help him.

you can’t lie, you were nervous. like— palms sweating, cold sweating nervous. jiwoong isn’t a mean guy, infact, he’s quite nice if you get to know him (that is, according to your best friend hao’s boyfriend hanbin, who is his fellow football teammate). his popularity in the school, and his reputation intimidated you.

when he arrived, you were taken aback. you really had nothing to be nervous for. jiwoong turned out to be a pretty chill guy. he’s nice, understanding, and fast-adjusting.

“hi, you must be y/n? i’m jiwoong. i’m the student mr. song appointed for you to tutor. sorry for being late, i was held back at practice. i hope you didn’t wait long.” jiwoong says as he places his bag on the library desk. “oh— yes, that’s me. hi, jiwoong. and don’t worry about it, coach yoon told me.” you say as you pull back a chair for him to sit on. he sits on the seat beside you, and waits as you pull out your notes, a pen, and pad paper.

“let’s start. what topics are you currently steuggling with?” you ask, looking at him after asking but quickly looking down at your notes again when you see that he’s looking at you. you don’t see it, but jiwoong smiles. ‘cute.’ he thinks. jiwoong tells you about the topic he is having trouble understanding, and you nod. you browse through your notebook and find the topic. when you find it, you lean closer to him and explain to him the concept.

a few sessions later

tutoring jiwoong has been going well. his understanding of physics has improved, and the sessions have also become an opening for a friendship between you two. because of these sessions, you found that jiwoongs intimidating aura isn’t real. he’s actually.. pretty cute. he’d slightly whine when he doesn’t get what you’re explaining, pouts when he gets an answer wrong, and quietly cheers when he gets something right. jeez. talk about a facade.

it is also because of these sessions that you have started encouraging each other even outside of the library. small waves when you see each other, smiles when you’re too far to interact, and sometimes even walking together before going your separate ways.

ii. results and gratitude

it has been awhile since your midterm exams, and your last physics tutor session with jiwoong. when results came out, jiwoong got an 87%. a significant increase from his original 69% (his team thought it was hilarious, but coach yoon thought otherwise). when he received his result, he was acknowledged by mr. yoon for his improvement. he ran to you and showed you his score, repeatedly expressing his gratitude to you for helping him. you could only blush and wave your hands.

“ah it’s really no problem. i’m so glad that my tutoring was effective! that’s an outstanding increase in results. i’m happy for you, jiwoong.” you softly smiled at him, and he smiled back.

“i couldn’t have done it without you. you’re a great teacher, you were so patient with me and very concise. i don’t think anyone else is more fit for the job than you. thank you, seriously.” he pauses, and puts his hand on your shoulder. “would you mind getting coffee with me at the new cafe close to the school this weekend? uh, just as a thanks for tutoring me and all.”

you’re stunned. your brain short circuits for a second and you don’t respond. “uh.. y/n? are you there? it’s okay if you don’t want to, i understand if you’re busy—“ “no! no, it’s fine. i’ll come. ill see ya there.” you quickly answer him, blushing from his sudden offer and embarrassment.

jiwoong grins and nods. “great. let’s meet there at around 4pm. see ya!” he winks before turning around to go back to his friends, who are all looking at him suspiciously.

jiwoong has grown to take a liking for you. as a friend, of course. he didn’t know you that well before you were appointed to tutor him, but he’d seen you around. he never talked to you though.

some of his friends thought you were weird. always so absorbed in your studies, and busy with your school orgs. he felt indifferent about you, after all, he didn’t know you personally.

jiwoong walked back to his friends, who were giving him a suspicious look.

“what was that? you know her?” asks gyuvin. “y/n’s the one who tutored jiwoong. i know her too because she’s a close friend of hao.” answers hanbin, who receives a nod of agreement from jiwoong.

“yeah, she helped me a lot. i got an 87% on the physics test thanks to her.” he pauses before continuing. “i’m taking her out for some coffee this saturday, as a thanks for her help.”

“ooh, look at star player kim jiwoong scoring a date with little nerd girl~ here i thought he’d go for a cheerleader.” one of the players tease. jiwoong rolls his eyes “shut up. she’s just a friend.”

matthew wiggles his brows “sure, just a friend. we’ll see.” jiwoong groans at their teasing and to his relief, the next teacher comes and tells them to settle down.

iii. unexpected offers

after their meetup over coffee, y/n and jiwoong have gotten closer. this doesn’t go unnoticed by jiwoongs friends, y/n’s best friends hao and taerae, and of course, the girls who have a crush on jiwoong.

zhang hao and y/n are walking around the hallway together, on their way to the cafeteria. when suddenly, jiwoong pops up in front of them.

“hi! hao, you’re watching the game this friday, right?” jiwoong asks him, leaving hao a bit confused. “yeah.. i am. of course, hanbin’s playing. why?” jiwoong lights up at his answer and turns to you. “great! does that mean you’re coming to watch too, y/n?” he looks at the girl, eagerly anticipating her answer.

the way jiwoongs eyes sparkle with eagerness, and the way his hands clasp together as if he’s a girl confessing to her crush doesn’t go unnoticed by hao.

“ah.. i’m really sorry jiwoong, but i’m not.” the girl sheepishly tells jiwoong, who now looks disappointed. “aw, come on. you should watch! don’t you want to support me? we’re friends right? i’ll even give you my jersey to wear at the game!” he tries to convince her with a grin.

hao raises his brows in suspicion, but doesn’t say anything and looks at y/n. safe to say, she’s flustered. so flustered. her cheeks and ears are red, and she’s fidgeting with her hands. she pauses for a bit, but she manages to calm down and answer jiwoong.

“i-i’ll try. uh, i’ll just— let you know, okay? i’ll text you. also, if i do end up going, you really don’t need to give me your jersey.” she manages to quickly stutter out, and gave him a quick smile.

“okay. tell me, alright? i’ll be sad if you don’t. anyway, i have to go. see you guys around. hopefully at the game too.” jiwoong smiles at both of them and turns to y/n when he said the last sentence, winking at her.

both hao and y/n just nod at him and watch him leave, then they finally reach the cafeteria.

y/n and hao are now eating, when hanbin decides to join them and sits beside hao. hao decides to brings up the conversation they had with jiwoong earlier, and asks y/n a question. “so, jiwoong huh? when were you guys so close?” she takes a sip of water before answering him. “not close. we just happen to see each other more often than not. we got along pretty well when we had tutor sessions. i guess we just don’t want that to go away.” hao hums in response and asks her again “really? not close? he’s literally begging for you to watch the game, and offering for you to wear his jersey.”

y/n sighs and shakes her head. “that’s probably nothing. i bet he’s offered his jersey to other girls and asked them to go to his games.” hao looks at hanbin for confirmation and to their surprise, he shakes his head too.

“nope. jiwoong has asked people to watch his game, yes. but jiwoong has never offered anyone— boy or girl, to wear his jersey.” hanbin’s response brings a smirk to hao’s face, and a look of confusion on y/n’s. hao proceeds to tease the girl. “oh, that must mean you’re special.” hanbin joins hao in the teasing. “mhm, must be. i never gave out my jersey to anyone except hao, you know? and he’s my boyfriend.”

the girl blushes and glares at them, telling them to stop.

back at home

y/n lays on her bed, confused. why did jiwoong ask her to watch the game? if what hanbin said was true, then why her? why her and not a different girl? does he want her to go as a friend? or something more?

questions fill up the girls head, while she tries to make a decision. all the questions just confuse her even more, so she decides to message the person she trusts most with decisions: hao.

[hao & y/n’s chat]

y/n: hey, wyd?

hao: HEY

hao: not doing much, i was gonna call bin tho.

hao: need anything?

y/n yeah, actually.

y/n: do you think jiwoong wants me to go to his game like… as a friend only or..? (message undone)

y/n: should i go to the game on friday?

hao: idk do u wanna go

y/n: i mean.. i have no plans

hao: OH… then yeah fs u shuld go girl 😭 uve not seen a game in awhile.

y/n: yeah, ive just been so busy 😭. i think i’ll go.

hao: YAY omg i cant w8 to see u girl lets get ready tgt 😍!!!!

hao: btw, why’d you ask?

y/n: LMFAO YEAH okay come over. also i asked bc i told jiwoong i’d text if i was going or not.

hao: when she keeps you updated 😛🙈💕 #greenflag #myqueen

y/n: get help

hao: 😘

seen

y/n laughs at his teasing and closes their chat, choosing to tell jiwoong that he’d be seeing her at the game. before she could, jiwoong already chatted her.

[jiwoong & y/n’s chat]

jiwoong: hey y/n! :)

y/n: hi jiwoong, i was actually abt to msg u haha

jiwoong: oh, why? did yu need anything?

y/n: no, i actually wanted to tell u that i’m going to watch your game:).

jiwoong reacted !! to your message

jiwoong: omg that’s great. i was gonna ask if u made a decision, that’s why i texted. i’m glad ur coming. thank you.

y/n: of course!!

jiwoong: i’ll give u my jersey tomorrow. wear it, okay? 😊

y/n: OH uh u don’t need to do that, i have school colors!

jiwoong: nah, i insist. how will i win the game if my lucky charm isn’t in full luck gear? 😉🙃

y/n: … what the heck

jiwoong: hahaha see uuu~~~ 👍🏻😼

seen

y/n closed her phone, and stared up at the ceiling. jiwoong is bringing his jersey tomorrow to give it to her. even crazier, he called her his lucky charm. and he wants her to wear his jersey. at the game. gosh, her heart is beating so fast. she feels like she’s dreaming.

the next day

y/n enters the classroom, and heads to her seat buf stops when she sees a commotion. at first, shes confused. but she quickly realizes that the commotion is happening around her desk.

‘huh? why is everyone around my desk? did the teacher release another exam paper? did i fail? what’s going on?’ these thoughts fill her head as she approaches her table.

she pushes past the people and sees jiwoong. he’s waiting for her and is holding his jersey. “hey y/n! i have the jersey. make sure you wear it okay?” jiwoong grins as he hands the jersey over to her, and pats her shoulder.

“u-uh yeah, okay. sure! t-thanks, jiwoong.” she smiled back at him and sits on her desk.

finally, people spread out and leave her desk, but now they’re all talking.

who is she? is she jiwoongs girlfriend?

i tried for years to get jiwoongs attention, ahh she’s so lucky, i wish he gave me his jersey too.

what will jinsu think? she’s his ex.. right? isn’t she like still not over him?

that’s right!! oh my gosh, she really needs to wake up and move on.

and so much more…

iv. game day: phone calls

today is friday, which is the date of the game. y/n and hao are getting ready at the girls house, so they can go to the game together. as they are chatting about whatever, y/n hears her phone ring.

she picks up the phone and to her surprise, she sees jiwoong’s contact. hao sees her surprised expression, and looks over to her phone as well. he grins when he sees the contact and urges her to pick up. and with a sigh, she accepts.

what she didn’t expect, is to see jiwoong all sweaty from practice, his blonde hair wet and sweaty above his face, the shirt he’s wearing sticking to his skin. her face heats up from the sight, not expecting him to call her when he’s in such a condition.

“hey y/n! i just finished practice, but i wanted to check in. sorry if i bothered you, are you getting ready?” the girl doesn’t respond, so jiwoong calls out for her again. this time, hao smacks the girls back to get her attention. “oh, uh- hi yes, sorry. what was that?” jiwoong chuckles at her flustered state, “i asked if you were getting ready, silly girl. what’s got you distracted?” jiwoong decides to tease her by fixing the angle of his phone to show more of his body.

her face gets redder than before, going up to her ears. “uhm, yeah. i’m with hao right now and- and uh, we’re getting ready so we can go to the game together.” she puts hao in the frame, the boy waves to jiwoong and asks him where hanbin is. “oh, hanbin’s talking to someone but i think i can call him over. hanbin come here! i’m calling y/n and she’s with hao!” “i’m coming!” y/n giggles at hanbins quick response. unbeknownst to her, jiwoong is looking at her with the most intense love filled gaze that screams “dear god if i can’t have this girl then don’t give me anyone else at all.”

“hi babe, hi y/n! when are you two coming?” hanbin asks the two and hao answers “we’re about to leave, we were almost done when jiwoong called.” the girl nods in agreement and smiles when she sees jiwoong looking at her. “okay! we’ll have gyuvin wait for you guys so you can sit close to the bench.” gyuvin, from a distance yells out “why me!?” which makes the four of them laugh. jiwoong speaks up and says “it’s fine, it’ll be quick. i’ll take them, is that okay?” “yeah.” says y/n. “okay! i have to go now. i can’t wait to see you!” “likewise. good luck, jiwoong.” she says and hangs up the phone.

“oh girl he wants you.” “shut up hao let’s get moving.” the girl says and pulls hao, which makes him laugh.

v. game day: finally, we’re here!

hao and y/n arrived to the field, and she already messaged jiwoong when they were close to let him know he should come out. he calls out for them and they turn their head to see jiwoong and hanbin.

hao gives hanbin a side hug and asks “i thought it’d just be jiwoong? what changed your mind?” hanbin whispers something into hao’s ear, making him laugh. they both look at y/n and jiwoong and told them they’d get going first. the pair gives them a nod as they follow shortly after the couple.

“so, you decided to wear my jersey after all, huh?” jiwoong asks y/n as he looks down at the girl, smirking. the sudden question surprises her, and she blushes. “of course i did, you gave it to me. i wouldn’t want you to play without having all the luck on your side now would i?” now it’s jiwoong’s turn to get flustered. “y-yeah. wouldn’t want to lose this game..” she laughs at his answer as they arrive at the bleachers.

jiwoong grabs y/n’s hand and leads her to the spots that are closest to the team’s bench. when they reach the spot where hao is, jiwoong lets the girl sit beside him. “sit here. you’ll be able to see me better.” y/n nods at his words, and he smiles before leaving to be with the team.

“if you’re just friends… then what was that?” hao asks the girl, who is still looking at her hand. “uh.. i don’t know. im sure he just grabbed my hand so i could get to you safely.” the girl tries deny what hao is trying to imply, but he’s not having it. “girl you know damn well that was more than just that—“ “shh, game is about to start.”

the stadium is now filled with students, both from the home school and the rival school’s. both teams are on the field and the match is about to start. y/b sees hanbin waving at hao, and beside him is jiwoong. jiwoong is looking at her, his lucky charm. he waves at y/n when she finally sees him. the girl wave back and puts her fist up, mouthing a ‘good luck’ to him. he puts his hand on his chest, a sign that tells her he appreciates her words before focusing again.

the referee blows the whistle and both teams get moving. the ball is being kicked high up in the air, rushing down the field to the receiving team. players rush forward with as much energy as they can use.

y/n sees so many players on the field. all of them running around the field, but her eyes and her mind are focused on one player: kim jiwoong. she looks at the quarterback who shouts out signals to his teammates, as if he’s the only player on the field. she unconsciously finds herself doing this, but of course it doesn’t go unnoticed by her best friend who is right beside her.

time is ticking, stakes are high, and the intensity of the match only gets better as the schools team is about to win. every student from your side is cheering and roaring for victory. while the rivals are holing onto a miracle for a win. sounds of whistles and yells of excitement are filling the air, as the final kick goes in.

the game ends, and every student from ZB-ONE high stands up and erupts into cheers. the players of the team roar in victory and run around the field, and y/n can’t help but smile at seeing jiwoong be so happy. despite knowing the boy for only a few months, she is ecstatic to see him erupt in happiness doing what he loves.

y/n and jiwoong make eye contact, and she shouts a “congratulations!” to the boy. he smiles, and starts running towards her. “y/n! thank you so much. i really appreciate you being here. i guess having you as my good luck charm really is true, huh?” he says as he grins and holds her hand yet again. she grins back and intertwines her fingers with his, gaining some confidence. “oh stop, it was not just my luck. you did so good out there, you know? i seriously couldn’t keep my eyes off you.”

realizing what she said, the girl starts blushing when she sees jiwoong raise an eyebrow and smirk. “i- i mean- uh, you did good so it was natural i’d have my eyes on you-“ she tries to explain herself, but jiwoong only grins harder and does something that she didn’t expect him to do.

he pulls her by the waist and pulls her close to him. he gently grabs her chin so she’s looking up at him, and tucks her hair behind her ear.

neither of them could see the stares from other students, the looks of jealousy from the girls who wish that was them instead, the shocked look from hao and hanbin, none of them.

they couldn’t hear the gasps from people around them reacting to their sudden share of affection. they couldn’t hear gyuvin cheering for jiwoong. they couldn’t hear the cheers from students who are still ecstatic about the game.

to them, it felt like it was just the two of them in that stadium. just jiwoong and y/n, in their own world.

“y/n..” jiwoong starts, “how would you feel about going out to dinner with me tonight, and then going on a date with me this sunday? then maybe after that, you can be my lucky charm forever..” he tells the girl with a smile, and she smiles back at him. “of course, jiwoong. i would love to.”

jiwoong can’t contain his happiness, so he pulls her in for a tight hug, picks her up, and spins her around. the girl could only laugh at his excitement and hugs him back. the adrenaline rush coming from jiwoong winning an important game, to him scoring a date with the girl of his dreams. who could blame him?

finally, he puts her down and he squeezes her hand before he has to walk away and clean up. she walks back to hao and sees him already looking at her.

“so.. what was that all about? what happened?” hao asks the girl, who still hasn’t stopped smiling. “he asked me out. tell hanbin the team won’t be seeing him for dinner tonight, because he’s celebrating the win with me.” she pauses, thinking of where he’s taking her and having dinner with him. “he’s taking me out on a date again this sunday as well. i don’t know where he’s going to take me yet, though.”

hao claps his hands when she tells him the details. “girl i told you he wasn’t just being nice! you were just way too blind to see that he’s into you. i swear, i’m a genius.” she laughs at him, and they continue to talk about the game.

as they were deep into the conversation, y/n feels someones head places on her shoulder. she turns to see jiwoong, who is now wearing a basic white shirt, jeans, and his football varsity jacket. “hi, jiwoong. should we get going?” jiwoong nods and puts his arm around her shoulder. they both bid hao a goodbye, and they walk to jiwoong’s car.

“you know, i still can’t believe it.” jiwoong starts. she looks at him confused “believe what?” “that if i wasn’t so stupid at physics, i probably wouldn’t have had the chance to meet someone as amazing as you. then, we probably would never have talked to each other.” she looks at him with sparkles in her eyes, happily nodding in agreement. jiwoong pulls her closer, and kisses the top of her head.”

“i can’t wait for our date, and for all the dates that will come after it. i’m happy i’m celebrating this win with my pretty nerdy tutor.”

“likewise, mr. star player quarterback.”

[lemonxdaisybby]

Hiking with the Ichigang

Honestly, I have no idea what this is lmao they are extremely dumb.

Not the type of headcanons I planned on writing, but the idea randomly came to me, and they were fun to make. ✨

Ichiban Kasuga:

Ichi is probably the one who suggested a little hiking day trip to be honest. Most likely got the idea whilst skimming through the magazine rack at the convenience store, and spotted some article/ad about hiking and nature and what a great experience it is.

Immediately thought it would be a fun bonding session to have with the gang, but he is wrong.

Organised the outing, but is somehow the least prepared.

Probably made a dumb footwear choice, like flip flops or sandals. Ends up with sore feet very early on, and stubs his toes on stones constantly.

Also did not bring enough water, and has to scrounge off the others.

Also brought no food/snacks. Luckily Zhao made an entire feast for the trip.

To be honest, once he’s there he just has no idea what he’s doing or where the gang should go. He’s having a great time regardless though, and is ultra enthusiastic as always. He’s just happy to be with his besties.

No thoughts, just vibes.

Yu Nanba:

He is absolutely exhausted after about 30 minutes of walking. Let this man nap.

Just wants to sit down and chill. Maybe even watch the different birds and critters go by.

He can appreciate nature, he just doesn’t really appreciate the exercise/walking part.

He would be grumbling and complaining constantly, to be honest. An absolute vibe killer.

Poor guy strikes me as unlucky, and would definitely get stung by a bee or a wasp.

Grumpy.

Adachi Koichi:

Somehow becomes the dad of the group, and has to take control after it becomes apparent that Ichiban the Organiser has no clue where to go, or what to do.

Is actually pretty prepared. Has appropriate hiking footwear, a backpack with the appropriate amount of food and water, and even medical supplies just in case.

Also has a map, but still somehow manages to get the group lost.

Blames them getting lost on the map being wrong, but it’s not the map. It’s him. It’s all him.

Saeko Mukoda:

Honestly, it’s not her vibe, but she enjoys spending time with her friends and wanted to give hiking a fair shot.

Sure she appreciates nature, but she prefers to appreciate it from afar.

Another one who complains that her feet hurt not long after starting the hike, and also did not wear appropriate hiking footwear.

She would enjoy taking pictures of the scenery, and selfies with the gang.

Would make herself a flower crown, and feel like a fairy princess.

The vibe would be ruined when one of the gang points out there’s a huge bug on one of the flowers. She probably ends up chucking the crown on the ground and stomping on it.

Wouldn’t despise the trip and would have some fun, but definitely would not be up for hiking again.

Seonhee:

This queen would probably do just fine on a hike, as long as any bugs stay away.

She’s not entirely sure how she got dragged along on the trip with these buffoons (minus Joon-Gi), but she can definitely appreciate the environment.

A nice change of pace/scenery for her.

Probably wants to ditch the rest of the group, as they’re all annoying her with their constant whining.

Must have rolled her eyes at least 276695290 times during the entire trip.

Saeko takes the prettiest candid shots of Seonhee just looking all regal and like an absolute queen, surrounded by all the pretty trees and flowers.

Joon-Gi Han:

OVER-PREPARED.

It was meant to be a little day trip/hike, and the gang would all be back home way before nightfall.

But Joon-Gi has packed a TENT. He has supplies to make a FIRE. He has CLIMBING EQUIPMENT, and also them stupid ass hiking poles even though it is a completely flat hike.

Has multiple backpacks just full of unneeded things.

The other guys can’t even see him. He’s just a bundle of walking backpacks.

He is just full to the brim of random survival tips.

Improvise. Adapt. Overcome.

He would have to take the map off Adachi, and would get the gang back on the right track. He would also officially ban Adachi from giving them directions ever again.

Tianyou Zhao:

Definitely worked so hard the day before cooking food, and making little snacks and lunchboxes for the gang.

Probably made too much food, let’s be honest.

Would definitely be roasting Joon-Gi for taking the hike so seriously.

Would also roast Adachi for getting them lost.

Like Seonhee, he has no idea how he got roped in to a hiking trip with his favourite losers.

And like Ichi, Zhao is not 100% sure what is going on, but he too is just vibing.

[crossfitandcarbs]

👩‍💼 Why is it so much harder to go back to work after a long weekend??

🐕 Took the dogs for a nice big hike Saturday morning - and got absolutely drenched. So worth it though! They had a blast and the fresh air was so good.

🎮 Spent most of the rest of the weekend chilling out and playing games. Champy loves lying infront of the little heater.

🐝 Wanted to be a busy bee this weekend but I felt physically really tired. I'd rather wait for when I'm up for it.

🏋‍♀️ The main part of the gym session this morning was running and squats. It was not as bad as I thought it would be. I'm better at running than I give myself credit for. (It still sucked though)

[aceloha]

GO GIRL GIVE US NOTHING!!!!!!

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

picking randomly as usual lol 5,8,25

hi bee!!! hope you're having a nice weekend!! i'm glad to see you back :3

make me admit stuff!

5) did you hang out with the person you like recently?

hmm, not gonna count my husband because i live with him lol. if virtual hangouts count, then yes! had a fallout and chill session with @chaotic-on-main and i got to show off titty mods (✿◡‿◡)

8) do you think it's disgusting when girls get really wasted?

i think this question is silly lmao. of course not! if partying and getting wasted is what you like, then it's what you like, gender is irrelevant >:( i will say that i had a horrible experience in undergrad where i got shat on for getting wasted despite the expectation that everyone was supposed to be drinking??? i figured out that it was more of a targeted hazing experience and i got singled out. it was an engineering sorority that was "professional" so i thought it'd be better but it wasn't 😒

25) what would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy?

uhhh as someone in a monogamous marriage, we're going to have to have a conversation. it'll be along the lines of "what's going, you gotta tell me these things if shit's going on in the background, and we're going to have to make serious reparations and fix our communication and issues in general if we're gonna keep moving forward"

[bratmobiler]

theater dream roles!! (and why i'll never play them)

a LOT under the cut, get ready for a yap session

Heather Duke (Heathers): I'm always type cast as the nice one

Gretchen (Mean Girls): I'm always type cast as the nice one, I wear glasses and for some reason that makes directora ignore me

Cady (Mean Girls): By the time the musical is being cast, I'll be a sophomore and seniors/juniors play the leads 99% of the time

Emmett (Legally Blonde): I am a woman

The Squip (Be More Chill): I am a woman, even if a director gender blind casted the show, I can't hit the Squip's lowest notes

Cordelia (Falsettos): Too young (for now)

Karen (Spongebob): I cannot beatbox

Sandy (Spongebob): I can't do a southern accent well enough

Marcy Park (Spelling Bee): I'm not flexible

Elder Cunningham (The Book Of Mormon): I am a woman

Ilse (Spring Awakening): Nobody puts this show on

Meg Giry (Phantom): I can't dance

Ricky Potts (Ride the Cyclone): I am a woman

Mischa Bachinski (Ride the Cyclone): I am a woman

Rizzo (Grease): I actually have no issues here but I do look ugly with short hair

Anita (West Side Story): White

Velma Kelly (Chicago): I can't dance

Mama Morton (Chicago): JUST too low for me to sing comfortably

Jack Kelly (Newsies): I am a woman

Jack (Into The Woods): I am a woman

Marius (Les Miserables): I am a woman

Carrie (Carrie): No particular reason I just don't think anyone would ever cast me as her

Orin (Little Shop Of Horrors): I am a woman

Hope Cladwell (Urinetown): I'm not conventionally attractive

Little Sally (Urinetown): I'm way too tall

Brad Majors (Rocky Horror Show): I am a woman

Janet Weiss (Rocky Horror Show): I just don't think it will happen

Shakespeare (Something Rotten): I am a woman

[transingthoseformers]

I am picturing the story starts during Thunderclash's funeral. Basically, when Megatron hears that their son is dying, he takes Starscream's midnight call and tells him before he can hang up, sending him the coordinates. Starscream doesn't thank him, but he does immediately rush from Cybertron, taking the fastest ship he can find with a deeply suspicious accompaniment with him.

No one on the Lost Light or Vis Vitalis expects him, except Firestar knows Thunderclash had marked a list of Cons allowed to attend and doesn't know-know but understands there is some connection. Megatron and Starscream eventually hover together and start talking about memories. Megatron finds he'd snuck into Thunderclash and finds Starscream talking to him softly, calling him his childhood nickname "Bitty". They have an intimate emotional moment and share their first genuine emotion in years.

Then they get interrupted and chased out and it closes off.

The personality ticks occur, but now with the additional parent-child reunion. Thunderclash is panicking and sick and also strangely comforted to have his parents watching over him like when he was small. Megatron tries to call him his birthname, but he bristles. Then Rodimus interrupts suspicious and leads Thunderclash away, and Thunderclash has a miniature breakdown all over him, saying he can't go into Rodimus's crew under false pretenses.

He tells Rodimus all about his life as MegaStar's first child growing up with the Decepticons and truly believing, watching things fall apart and get steadily darker, and then the final straw for him when he saw Megatron and Starscream's actions in the face of Nyon. Hot Rod helping the Autobots inspired young Thunderclash to leave and he confronted Megatron, leading to a large fight the phrases "no creation of mine" and "if you believe that you aren't my child" and Thunderclash having a heart-to-heart with doubtful uncle Thundercracker who breaks him out of grounding. Thunderclash runs off and changes his name.

He's young, the Cybertronian equivalent of a young teen, Rodimus is older, and runs into Ratchet while there. Ratchet kind of takes him in since he knows basic first aid as a helper and fosters him from there as Thunderclash learns everything and anything and gets a frame change away from a tank.

Rodimus listens to this increasingly upset story and Thunderclash's imposter syndrome feelings and doubts about his place and feelings of guilt and how it felt to have his own Carrier put a hit out on him and finds he likes messy Thunderclash a lot more and that he is very lonely and recognizes some of those feelings.

Plus it turns out Thunderclash is an ugly crier. Which Rodimus thinks is a bonus. He knows that he cries pretty.

He drags Thunderclash to his room for a session of Netflix and Chill which Rodimus does not realize is code for anything but movies and cuddling. They bond and Rodimus feels a little protective of the big guy and fully welcomes him to the Crew when Thunderclash thanks him for his kindness but says he understands that his invitation was no doubt rescinded.

Rodimus tells him "no take backs" and grins and Thunders swoons a little.

Starscream and Megatron meanwhile had a reunion themselves despite Bee telling Starscream this was a terrible idea. It was inspired by the sudden return of positive feelings surrounding saving their kid. Starscream leaves unaware that Megatron is carrying. Again.

Oh right the pre-funeral!!

Makes sense that the one damn thing they agree on rn is they need to see their kid, who is dying (maybe. Probably. He's Thunderclash, you two produced a kid that somehow was always dying but never does die)

Hmm. So Firestar knows ~something~ is up.

People must've had so many thoughts upon seeing that not only is Megatron here, but Starscream too. And they're vaguely near each other. A nice lot of mecha probably thought they were planning decepticon murder shit or something

aWWW YES. THEY'RE TRYING

THEY'RE FAILING, BUT THEY'RE TRYING

oh roddie oh thunder

this had to be one hell of an emotional moment between them, especially since it would conflict with what Rodimus thinks about Thunderclash in such a beautiful way. Because yes, I think Rodimus does deserve to see that Thunder isn't just an icon of the Perfect Autobot™️ to envy and resent, but an actual person with his own insecurities and flaws and oh Thunderclash.

Oh Thunderclash

Yes. Thunderclash is exactly an ugly crier, nice to see someone else agrees too.

He knows he cries pretty

Roddie how could you possibly know that, why do I feel like there's a story there

I mean hey sometimes you need to chill with some Netflix in order to Netflix and Chill another day. Aww. Yes.

Aww yes yes welcome to the crew Clashy

Bee tried lol Bee tried.

He failed, but he tried.

Again :)

[whumble-beeee]

Whumptober 2023 | Day 6 | The Bee’s Whumptober Masterlist

“Do or die, you’ll never make me; Because the world will never take my heart.”

Recording | Made to Watch | “It should have been me.”

CW: li’l bit of blood, implied kidnapping, restraints

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Caretaker did their best not to cry out as they were forced to the ground by a kick to the back of the knees and a firm downward force on their shoulder. A fist tangled through their hair and pitched them forward, slamming their face straight into the concrete with a dull thunk and bright bolts of color momentarily crowding their vision.

“Glad you could make it, Caretaker.”

They pressed their hands into the floor to sit back up, but a hand squeezed their neck and held them in a forced kneel, head bowed so they couldn’t see past Whumper’s polished dress shoes. Whumpee stuttered out a weak “No, don’t!” somewhere in front of them. A foot nudged Caretaker’s head gently to the side.

“Thought you’d be more of a challenge to subdue, though.”

“Fuck you, Whumper, let me go.” Catetaker hissed. Then corrected, “Let us go.”

The shoes disappeared from their view as the hand holding their neck squeezed more, making the world spin around them.

“I will. Eventually.” 

Caretaker heard the telltale rattle of chains as footsteps meandered across the room. Whumpee growled as the pacings grew nearer to them, only for them to walk right past to a different target that Caretaker could only guess at. They lurched for the second time to press out of the death grip on their neck, only to be shoved further to the ground, so their forehead almost kissed the floor.

“I’d stop being difficult,” Whumper called idly as the ratted through a box of something. “Unless you want to be next on the chopping block?”

“Yes, yes, let Whumpee go, they have nothing to do with this! It’s me you want anyway!”

Whumper paused, as if actually considering.

“Mmmm… After.”

“Wait, you can’t, please don’t, don’t–” Whumpee started gasping in distressed whines as Whumper sounded ever closer to Caretaker once more, before yelping out loudly by the footsteps taking a quick detour into Whumpee’s stomach and silencing them. Caretaker clenched their fists against the concrete, and the impeccably polished shoes appeared in their view again.

“I have something different planned for now. It’ll be fun. Let them up.”

The iron grip dug even more into their arteries and jerked them backward, so at least they weren’t lying prostrated before the madperson anymore. Who wears suits to a torture session? They finally got a good stock of the room they had been forced into: Prison grey cement walls, surprisingly well-lit considering the whole “torture room” thing. A cabinet of man-made horrors well within Caretaker's comprehension sitting to their right, and Whumpee chained to the damn wall across the room, half curled in on themself and staring at Caretaker with pleading tear-soaked eyes. Only a couple of bruises littered their skin, a single streak of blood running from their disheveled hair down their temple.

Then Whumper, crouched down right in front of them, looking expectantly into their eyes while holding something out for them to take. Their white dress shirt had its sleeves rolled up.

“What?” Caretaker spat, sizing up what Whumper was holding out. Some sort of camcorder. They had to manually unclench their muscles and instead glare daggers into Whumper’s soul, wishing they were sharp enough to kill.

Whumper shook the camcorder lightly and rolled their eyes. “Take it. I’ve been waiting just for you to do this. Fond memories and all. You’ll film the entire session, and if both of your friend and I aren’t in frame the entire time, or you stop it early, or god forbid you throw to camcorder away, I’ll up the ante accordingly on poor Whumpee accordingly.”

“And if I say fuck you?”

“Then I’ll kill them when I’m done.”

Whumpee’s face went ghost-white behind Whumper. To match Caretaker, they imagined. A chill ran down their spine. They searched Whumper’s face for any sign of a bluff, but their eyes hadn’t so much as twitched from the almost disinterested mask of vague amusement that marred their features.

Caretaker sputtered. “You’re joking. Or– Or you’ll do it anyway.”

Whumper craned their neck to look at Whumpee, and they whimpered, shuffling their feet on the ground and shoving further back into the wall as if they could phase through it with enough effort. Whumper turned back to Caretaker, brow raised. 

“You willing to take that bet?”

Caretaker turned their attention to Whumpee. They offered nothing more than a desperate pleading look. Help me. 

Caretaker swallowed. “Please, don’t,” they whispered with a shaky voice. “It should be me, please. Torture me, kill me. Not them. Not Whumpee. They’re innocent.”

Whumper didn’t move a muscle except to extend the camcorder further.

“Please, please, please!” they cried. They bowed their head and pressed their forehead to the floor, willingly this time. “Isn’t this what you want?! I’ll do anything, whatever you want! Just don’t hurt them, please, I’m begging you, I’ll do anything!”

No response. Then Whumper gently nudged their face off the ground and forced them to look up at them, though Caretaker still hunched before them. Whumper breathed out. A microscopic narrowing of the eyes. A dare. Caretaker swallowed. Closed their eyes as tight as possible. Clenched their jaw. And snatched the camcorder out of Whumper’s hands, holding it close to their chest.

Whumper hummed, a rare smile tangible marking their voice. “Good. Good Caretaker.”