#meh still can’t figure it out

[cokoweee]

I’m feeding my own brain. Guess what imma do next year is that..

[hanakihan]

me and my weird ass drawing sessions when I’m able to use tablet

[chuluoyi]

࿐ ࿔ 🕰️ 「 08:25 P.M 」

tw: pregnancy. overall, just some domestic dad-to-be gojo trying to show how much he loves you even with how your body changes and all <3 based on a request!

a part of gojo's love entries

don’t think that satoru hasn’t noticed how you linger in front of the mirror these days, touching your body all over—particularly your baby bump. seeing your face twist into a sad frown dampens his spirits too.

on the other hand, you understand that it’s a natural process, but you have never gained this much weight before, and despite already having your husband reassure you before, you still feel somewhat meh about yourself.

“how’s my favorite girl and little rascal doing today?” he flopped down on the bed beside you as soon as he returned from school, caressing your belly. “ready to come out yet?”

you throw him an unamused look. “no, satoru. and don’t make it sound so effortless. i’m the one pushing him out.”

“ahh, but i can’t wait though~”

his palpable excitement actually made you smile as you placed your hand over his. but then your smile fell a bit and he was quick to notice it.

“what’s on your mind?” he asked then. “talk to me, hmm?”

“no… it’s nothing.” you looked away, a bit ashamed. if satoru says he’s not bothered by your figure, you really shouldn’t be thinking about this any longer. you didn't want to make him worry… but it really wasn't easy to let it go.

“hmm, my baby mama can’t be sad,” your husband pouted, and suddenly he pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “she’s the cutest when she smiles.”

you looked up to him, feeling the security in his arms and yet still a hint of uncertainty in your voice. “am i just cute… to you?”

you wanted to be beautiful too. like how he used to sing you praises during your school days.

satoru grinned. and it’s the kind of toothy grin that makes your heart soar.

“no. you’re also pretty.” he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “and you’re smart, kind, nags a lot, gets pouty easily… and you're sweet like a dango, makes me want to gobble you up.”

“so now i’m a dango?” you nestled your head against his broad chest, feeling your face start to heat up, and a smile beginning to curve your lips. stupid satoru. he said all of them so easily it was making you giddy and felt silly for doubting him at all.

“just because our baby is going to be a mochi. and look, you’re so close to carrying him to full-term,” he rubbed your swollen tummy again, this time with a more sincere smile. “i love you the most for it.”

your eyes took a shine, processing his words, and you could’ve sworn that right now, nothing could’ve shaken your feelings for your silly husband.

suddenly your baby kicked you hard as if to reprimand you too for your insecurities, and you winced.

“hurts?” satoru questioned, slightly concerned when you nodded. “wait i’ll tell him off.”

he cleared his throat and began making circular motions on your abdomen, as if to summon him.

“yo, brat. you can’t kick your mama like that too often these days. you’re accumulating karma and she counts it. when you come out, she’ll forbid you from eating our favorite mochis and—”

“satoru!!”

and then the two of you just burst into giggles, and once again, you utterly and thoroughly fell in love with him. for always making you feel safe... and loved.

“you know, satoru...” this time it was you who hugged him, breathing in his scent for comfort. now you were totally worry-free, the softest of smile on your face. “i’m really grateful that... we found each other.”

at your heartfelt confession, satoru felt his chest tighten with warmth and his cheeks flush. he is so blushing and he tries covering it with a chuckle. and the words lingering at the tip of his tongue were—

“heh, aren’t you glad you married me?”

yeah... i’m so glad that it’s you too.

[abbotmohann]

closed doors

pairing: jack abbot x attending!reader

summary: you don’t mean to let jack abbot into your heart but when you realise you did, the only logical response is to push him away and pretend like you can go back to being a cold hearted bitch

a/n: i love reading angst idk what that says about me but anyways this was meant to be just a little drabble but it turned out longer than i imagined but the ending is kinda meh. also not proofread, hope you like it!

jack abbot is a widowed former trauma medic amputee not that he let it define him at least not anymore, the man has been through it and even though he occasionally hangs out on the roof he goes to therapy he makes an active effort to work through his ptsd and improve his mental health. so when jack meets you he feels a sense of kinship just as morbid as he was possibly even more so but he enjoys your deadpan humour.

you don’t realise how or when it happened but over the course of the months working together he worms his way into your life, he gets you coffee most nights and half the time when you’re in the doctors lounge trying to take a moment and eat a protein bar he comes in and offers you half his packed lunch which you insist you can’t take but he never takes no for an answer and when he offers rides home you don’t even fight it.

you come to the realisation the first time he’s off in months and you feel the lack of his presence the whole shift, your mind wandering what he was doing - you miss him and you hate it. you’re anxious throughout the next shift you feel tense and awkward around him, trying to process. you try to distance yourself from him but he makes it so goddamn hard, you couldn’t exactly turn down the free coffee so you find other ways like not eating in the doctors lounge, you keep small talk to a minimum where you used to banter with him you don’t - you’re not mean about it at least you don’t think so and when your shift ends you hang back a good 15minutes. eventually he seems to get the picture, he still gets you coffee and searches your eyes every time likely trying to figure what’s changed but you smile and say thanks like normal every single time leaving him confused but that’s really the only that’s stuck, there’s no back and forth anymore it’s strictly professional and you don’t have to hang back anymore, he doesn’t offer you ride anymore. you hate it you miss him, him still buying you a coffee makes it worse sometimes you want to say something spark it all back up again and every once in awhile he sees it and hesitates but you chicken out. eventually even the coffee stops and that really breaks your heart, he never treats you differently on a professional level which at the very least you’re thankful for not that you doubted him but a sick part of you almost wishes he did, there’s an aching void where he used to occupy that you keep trying to ignore - an impossible task when you see him almost daily.

one night you’re running into work early deciding to buy a coffee from the local spot that jack used to get it for the two of you, you make the impulsive decision to also grab one for jack immediately regretting as you’re walking in. you thought about all the ways this was a bad idea so close to throwing it away but just as you were getting to the entrance with both cups in hand so was jack - this was the moment.

“hi jack! i got you coffee”

he furrowed his brows perplexed, she doesn’t speak to him in months but now she brings him a coffee from their spot - she obviously needed a favour he assumed. “thanks” he gave a tight lipped smile as he took the cup and walked away. the rest of the shift went by as normal and there was no favour to be asked so what was that? he wondered, something to discuss with the therapist he figured.

now at the end of your shift there’s a downpour, the kind of torrential rain that soaks you through to the bone. you’re standing at the exit cursing at yourself for not having an umbrella or anything protective dreading getting onto public transport. jack walking out spots you, he sighs his chest tightening nervous for what he’s about to say dreading your reaction.

“i’ll give you a lift”

“oh no jack it’s fine, it’s not too bad”

he rolled his eyes huffing. “it wasn’t a question” you open and close your mouth not knowing how to respond and jack simply pops open his umbrella waiting so you get under it and walk to his car.

the silence is deafening, you feel sick to your stomach. you feel this wave of anger coming off jack you can’t tell if it’s all in your head your if it’s just own guilt projecting. it silent the whole journey and when you reach yours.

“thanks for the ride”

“here take the umbrella”

“thanks but i can survive a few feet”

you unbuckle your seat but you can’t move, you feel the overwhelming urge to fix this now but unsure of how to approach this you say probably the most ridiculous thing you could.

“i know you live far so if you want you can wait at mines for the rain to calm down” you lived a 15 minute drive away from the hospital but tonight he had taken 30 minutes and you knew he lived a 45 minute drive away. you were being logical in a situation that was incredibly illogical. “please for my sake”

he’s thrown off, irritated at the offer. he wants to be mad at you but your voice soft and shaky just makes him want to grab you into his arms and comfort you, you were maddening he thought.

when he walks into your apartment he’s struck by how clinical it feels, you have the barebones it seems there’s no warmth like it’s not lived in. “do you want something to drink like a cup of tea or coffee?” at ease now in your own domain the guilt temporarily forgotten.

“uh, a coffee would be nice” he stands there awkwardly not sure what to do watching you fuss about around your studio flat seemingly switching the heating on opening the curtain halfway (what was that about?).

“you can go ahead and sit on the sofa jack” and so he does, he mind swirling with a million questions, he decided this was it this was the best time to get his answers once and for all.

you come to sit beside him with two cups of coffee, the awkward tension stronger than ever you know you should say something or else what was the point of inviting him to your place at the very least for the sake of being a good host.

“it was lucky you brought an umbrella i don’t remember seeing it as going rain when i check the weather”

“seriously!? you wanna talk about the weather? not about how you’ve been treating me the past couple months?”

“i haven’t been rude”

“seriously!?”

“what!?” you running your fingers through your hair frustrated this isn’t going how you wanted, not that you had a plan but anything is better than this.

“you’re too smart to be playing dumb right now, you’ve been avoiding me” his voice is harsh now, exasperated with you and you’re inability to be honest. he knew you had walls, he knew you weren’t an open book if anything you reminded him a little bit of him and he liked it cos he understood it.

“no i haven’t” you know it’s stilly to so balantly lie but you’re still too scared to be real.

“you’re never in the doctors lounge, you never wanna speak about anything that isn’t medical anymore and don’t think i don’t know you purposely hang in the locker room so i can’t offer you ride home. i thought you were going through something personal and pushing everyone away but then i soon realised you had no problem with any of our coworkers just me, so if ive done something to hurt you just tell me how i can fix it?”

“jack, i’m sorry i wasn’t clear but our relationship was becoming unprofessional you’re my senior, i was just trying to establish boundaries again and keep it strictly professional”

“you think it’s professional to invite me into your home?” he rolls his eyes, he feels defeated now maybe tonight wouldn’t be the night this would be fixed.

“i’m not a total monster, i can’t have you getting into an accident on my conscious”

jack sighs and you both sit there silent for a beat, jack bumping his legs against yours willing you to look at him and you do.

“god you drive me insane” he lets out a chuckle rubbing his face.

you’re pouting now. “do you hate me now?”

“no! i wouldn’t be here trying to fix this, asking my therapist for advice”

“there’s nothing to fix” it’s out before you even think, wincing at the harshness but you don’t let jack speak. “wait i’m sorry that was mean”

he rolls his eyes “normally i like that about you so i’ll it slide” you chew on your lips at his casual confession, like in what way is the first thought and the second thought is ‘you’re insane’

“you spoke about me to your therapist?” a giggle escapes, it seemed absurd that you’d be brought up, that you had any significant meaning to his life. “i’m sorry it’s not funny, i’m just surprised”

“i know i said this already but god you’re drive me insane, what’s so surprising about that?”

“idk the fact that there’s anything significant about me or us to discuss”

“maybe throwing away our friendship was easy for you but it meant a lot to me, you mean a lot to me. i can’t stop caring about you even if i wanted to and if you really did think the professional lines were blurring and it was making you uncomfortable you could’ve just said so, i don’t wanna ever make you feel uncomfortable.”

“i’m sorry” you look down at your fidgeting hands breaking the eye contact.

“stop apologising”

“i don’t actually care about professional boundaries, i know you wouldn’t let any personal beef getting into the way of work. i just you’re better off without me”

“what’s that supposed to mean? you don’t think you’re good enough for me?”

“jack i’m incredibly fucked up and i don’t go to therapy even though i probably should, i don’t let people into my life but all of a sudden you weaseled your way into my heart and so i pushed you away for my sake and yours. i didn’t wanna go through the mortifying experience of you realising my feelings and rejecting them but here we are”.

“please look at me when i say this.” you oblige considering it’s the least you could do. “did i bring anyone else coffee? did i share my food with anyone else? am i giving rides out to everyone? you think you didn’t weasel your way into my heart? you’re the only thing i look forward to coming into work even when it hurt”

he strokes your cheek as he brushes a few unruly pieces away, “i’ve wanted to do this for so long” he pulls you in to a passionate kiss and you oblige melting into his touch, he’s soon pulling you into his lap the kiss frantic and desperate.

he pulls away to catch ch his breath and remark on the facts. “you know we could’ve been doing this for months instead”

pressing soft kisses along his neck, you let out a frustrated sigh “i know i’m an idiot, i’m sorry”

“what did i say about apologising, you can you make it up to me instead” he winked

“oh i’m not sorry then” you smirk running your hands through his salt and pepper curls.

“you’re gonna be the death of me” his lips are back on you again in a frantic mess, your arms wrapped around him tightly rolling your hips deciding this morning was going to end with both of you naked.

[marvelousels]

oh fuck you! | 2

authors note — (if u wanna read pt 1 here) meh no one asked for a continuation but its my most liked post so im doing a lil part 2!! also i find it so difficult trying not to use y/n but i NEED to somehow use something to name the reader like...do u guys get me??

pairings: caitlyn x fem!reader

cry baby - the neighbourhood playing!

Caitlyn stood there, frozen, as if the rain had locked her in place. She couldn’t chase after you—not yet. Her feet refused to move, weighed down by guilt and the crushing weight of what she’d just let happen. Her hand lingered in the air where you had been, now clutching at nothing but cold, empty space.

The rain was relentless, soaking through her clothes and dripping from her lashes, but she barely felt it. The only thing she could feel was the absence of you. And, gods, it hurt more than any wound she’d ever endured.

“Fuck,” she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of it all.

She wanted to go after you, to make you stay, but what could she even say now? Every word she’d tried had been a nail in the coffin. Every step closer to you had been a step closer to losing you for good. And the worst part? You were right.

You’d been there for her through everything. Every scraped knee, every sleepless night, every time she doubted herself or the weight of the Kiramman name. You were her anchor, her constant in a world that often felt like it was spinning out of control.

But Vi… Vi was a storm, unpredictable and wild. She was everything Caitlyn had never been allowed to be, and that scared her as much as it thrilled her. She was drawn to Vi like a moth to a flame, even though she knew it might burn her—and now, worse, you.

She finally managed to take a step forward, the puddle beneath her feet rippling as if mirroring the chaos inside her.

“Y/N!” she called out, her voice raw and desperate. “Please—don’t go!”

You didn’t stop, your figure disappearing into the misty haze of rain. Caitlyn felt her chest tighten, panic clawing at her throat. Was this it? Was this how it ended?

“Dammit,” she muttered, running a hand through her drenched hair. She didn’t care about the mud splashing onto her polished boots as she sprinted after you, her heart pounding louder than the rain.

When she finally caught up to you, she grabbed your arm—not harshly, but firmly enough to make you stop. You turned to her, tears streaming down your face, blending with the rain, and it shattered her all over again.

“Just listen,” she pleaded, her voice trembling. “I’m sorry, alright? I’m so sorry for making you feel like you’re not enough—because you are. You always have been.”

You pulled your arm away again, this time with less anger and more exhaustion. “Then why, Cait? Why do you keep doing this? Why do I feel like I’m always the second choice?”

She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “You’re not second choice. You’re everything. I just… I don’t know how to make sense of all of this, and I hate myself for it.”

Her hands trembled at her sides as she looked into your eyes, her own brimming with tears. “But losing you? That’s the one thing I know I can’t survive. Please, Y/N, don’t let me screw this up. Don’t let me lose you.”

You hesitated, your lips parting as if to speak, but the words caught in your throat. For a moment, all that filled the space between you was the sound of the rain.

Then, quietly, you asked, “What do you want, Caitlyn? Right here, right now, what do you want?”

Caitlyn’s heart stuttered. She stepped even closer, her voice barely audible but unmistakably certain.

“You,” she said, her voice cracking. “I want you.”

The rain drummed steadily around you both, a symphony of chaos that somehow made the world feel still. Your eyes locked with hers, searching for any hesitation, any lingering doubt. But for once, Caitlyn’s gaze held only certainty—no broken compass, no wavering. Just you.

Her hand moved slowly, trembling as it reached up to cup your cheek. You didn’t pull away this time. Her touch was tentative, almost afraid you’d shatter beneath her fingers, but when you didn’t, her thumb gently brushed against your damp skin.

“Y/N…” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rain. It was laced with so much—apology, longing, love.

And then, she closed the distance.

Her lips found yours softly at first, almost hesitant, as if asking for permission. But when you didn’t resist—when you leaned into her instead—the hesitation melted away. The kiss deepened, urgent and raw, as though it could somehow undo all the hurt, all the unspoken words that had lingered between you for so long.

The world around you faded—the rain, the cold, the ache in your chest—all of it dissolved into the warmth of her lips, the way she poured every ounce of herself into the kiss. Her other hand moved to your waist, pulling you closer, as if she were afraid you might slip away again.

You finally broke apart, just enough to catch your breath, her forehead resting against yours. Both of you were panting, rainwater and tears mingling on your faces.

“I’m sorry,” she said again, her voice hoarse but sincere. “For everything.”

You shook your head, your hands clutching at the lapels of her soaked jacket as if anchoring yourself. “Just… don’t make me regret this,” you murmured, your voice breaking slightly.

“I won’t,” Caitlyn promised, her voice firm now. “I swear, Y/N. No more doubts, no more running. Just you.”

And then, with a small, tentative smile breaking through the tears, you pulled her into another kiss, this one slower, softer, as if savoring the moment. For now, the storm didn’t matter.

All that mattered was this—her, you, and the fragile, beautiful hope blooming between you.

[floweredsoul03]

Hello! I hope I'm sending requests right, because it's rare that I do these. Could you do a Boom!Sonic going on a date with someone who's an introvert and/or has social anxiety? As someone who struggles with this myself, I'm curious to see how that would go; how he'd figure out why they're so quiet and get them out of their shell a bit. I understand if you can't take this request. If you can take your time, no rush! I hope you have a good day/night!💙

Boom!Sonic going on a date with someone who's an introvert / has social anxiety

(Boom!Sonic x Reader)

The first time meeting Sonic:

You decided to stroll around the village to get to know this new place you will now know better as your home. Then you hear screams. Running towards the sound, you see mechanical bees and crabs attacking a burger joint called “Meh Burgers.”

Ready to fight, you unsheathed your katana and used your power to speed it up. One by one, you sliced a crab swiftly with precision.

“What the..!”

You looked up to see a bald, egg-shaped headed man with a mustache way too big not to be considered comical in a floating machine.

“If it’s not one thing, it’s another. Besides, you’re not even Sonic or his other rodent friends.” The man speaking then put a hand on his chin, thinking. “Or are you? Bah! I can’t remember; who cares anyway. If you want to try and be a hero, you can go ahead and die like one. Attack them!” He pointed towards you.

Looking around, the crabs and bees started surrounding you.

“Not so fast, egghead!” Sonic ran in but then started slipping and looked down. “Ice?” His eyes followed the trail, and it ended with you—someone with a scarf covering half their face and a katana in hand. Before he can do anything, he hears you shout, “Falling snow, adorn my night!”

With a slash in the air with your katana, what looked like a snowstorm surrounded you, leaving you unharmed, unlike the robots that were once surrounding you, now being slashed and beaten around. The storm you created calmed and disappeared once all the robots were destroyed. Unaware that Sonic was stumped in place, he had awe on his face as he was still looking at you.

You just did that all on your own. Sonic has seen other people with powers but hasn’t seen anyone do something quite like what you did.

With a shout of frustration, the man you now knew as Egghead went off, “You’ll pay for that! I hope you’re ready to be paranoid for the rest of your life. Shadows in the corner of your eye, a creak in the floorboard, umm.” He scratches his head, but Sonic spin attacks the eggmobile before he can continue. “Can it already.”

“You just became my new enemy!” Egghead yells as he’s sent flying away.

Once he’s out of sight, you sigh, putting away your katana.

The purpose of going out for a walk was to relax and take a break from spending hours settling into your new home. Not even making it past day one being here, you’ve made an enemy. Granted, you’re confident you can take care of yourself, but just because you know how to fight doesn’t mean you want to go around looking for trouble on purpose.

You tense up when you feel someone tap your shoulder. You turn and see the blue hedgehog that got rid of Egghead. “Those were some sick moves there, and I didn’t even need to step in to help you. Name’s Sonic. And what’s the name of the Ice Prince/Princess.”

In retrospect, you knew off the bat he wasn’t an awful person, and he means well, but your mind shows no mercy. The way he has no problem with direct eye contact with you has you looking anywhere but him. His honest compliment gives a perfect opening to strike up a conversation and possibly make a new friend. Still, experiences of the past haunt you, making you fearful of slipping up and regret saying anything at all. And the way he asked for your name has you panicking. Did Sonic mean to make it sound flirtatious? If he did, that makes the pressure of responding even worse. If he didn’t, you’d feel like an absolute fool and start mentally berating yourself for even thinking of that. What if he called you Ice Prince/Princess because you already came across as a cold individual? You’ve had people tell you that on multiple occasions, more than you would like to admit. Even if he didn’t mean it that way, your mind leads you to these pessimistic thoughts.

He may not think that now, but what if he does later?

You knew you accidentally took too long to respond when you heard Sonic. “Umm. Are you okay?”

Great. Now, he probably thinks that something’s wrong with me.

Panicking, you couldn’t take it anymore.

Sonic is taken aback when suddenly you’re gone, but there is a frozen fog where your feet once stood, running away into an alley.

“Wait!” He tries running after you without stepping on the trail of ice. But then he comes to an intersection where a massive mess of ice and snow is left behind, and the trail has ended. It gave Sonic whiplash how every move you made during the fight looked calculated and confident, ruthless with your attacks, with a steeliness in your eyes. Still, once the fight was over, it was as if you became an entirely different person. Eyes shift anywhere but him, your thumb scratching and rubbing the handle of your blade where your hand was placed, and slight sweat begins forming on your forehead that wasn’t there when you were fighting.

Their powers consist of ice; isn’t that supposed to help with heat? Sonic thought to himself.

Disappointed, he looks around one last time before running off.

You’re grateful for this because not even a moment later, the sneeze you were holding comes out on its own. You knew you couldn't outrun him, so you caused the mess on purpose to make it seem you completely vanished when, in reality, you were hiding behind a dumpster.

How you two become friends:

If Sonic thought it would be a one-time thing, he would have been dead wrong. The few times when there was a moment when it seemed an opponent had the upper hand, you’d show up out of nowhere to help and then disappear. Of course, with this happening, Sonic’s whole gang knew about you now.

Most were convinced you were a good person, just not the best at socializing. Sticks, on the other hand, was still on edge.

But that didn’t stop Amy when she saw you coming out of a store with a bag. She instantly lit up; she and the rest of her friends hardly saw you around when they went… well, anywhere. She had a clue that you probably struggled socially, so maybe she can help you and become friends.

So she walked up to you and said, “Hello there.”

You jumped slightly in surprise before turning around, “Hi.” You felt nerves prick your hands slightly, but it seemed like thanks to the fact that you had an idea of how much of a sweetheart Amy is -as long as you didn’t purposely do or say something rude- you weren’t as skittish around her compared to the day when you first encountered Sonic.

“Thanks for helping me and my friends whenever we’re in a rough situation.”

You shook your head, “It’s no problem.”

They seem nervous yet gentle. Sonic must’ve meant this when he said they’re different when not fighting. Amy thought to herself.

“I’m sorry for always running off.” You carefully chose your following words before Amy beat you to it.

“Interacting with others is hard for you?”

Even though she asked, you can tell it was more of a statement than a question. Some of her warmth and gentleness rubbed off and made it easier to look at her as you nodded.

“How about we become friends, and I’ll slowly introduce you to everyone else?”

You’ve made some friends in the past, but sometimes life happens, and you part ways. You’ve met people in the past who you called friends, but as time passed, you noticed it seemed like they invited you into their already tight-knit group out of pity. And you’ve had people you thought were friends but made you feel small in your life.

However, for some reason, it didn’t feel like Amy was asking you out of pity. You knew she was a good person, and you couldn’t help but feel like once you said yes, there was no way she would let you drift away so easily. So you took the leap of faith and said yes.

The day you were forced to have to face Sonic was an accident. You and Amy were sitting on the couch talking about who she should introduce you to when Sonic just barged in, and his sight landed on you, forgetting what he was initially there for.

“It’s you!” He ran and sat next to you. “Talk about a cold shoulder. You’re hanging out with Amy but don’t have enough time to spare for me? I’m hurt.” He says dramatically, his hands clutching the area where his heart is.

“Sonic.” Amy chides. Annoyed already that things aren’t going the way she hoped. She wanted to talk to her friends about your social anxiety and introvert tendencies before they talk to you.

“It’s fine, Amy.” You assured her. If Sonic is still making jokes with you, then maybe that means he didn’t take you running off multiple times as an offense. “I’m sorry for always running away. I’m not the best at talking to people, so please don’t think it’s something personal.”

Sonic waves you off as he lays back with his arms behind his head and his feet propped up on the table. “It’s fine, I get it. You couldn’t look at or talk to me; you started fidgeting with your sword, sweating, and running away. So that means despite being able to produce ice at will, you just couldn’t stay cool enough not to have the hots for me. Am I right, or am I right?”

You swear you felt yourself malfunctioning at that moment, “What?”

Amy smacked Sonic’s feet off the table so hard he almost fell off from where he was sitting.

“Sonic.” Her tone of warning.

“Yes, I heard you the first time; I don’t have amnesia; I know my name, Amy.”

You thank whatever gods are up there that you wear a scarf.

Sonic helping you out of your comfort zone:

Amy would inform him about what she’s learned from you about your social anxiety. He does like you. Even though he tends to be blunt, rude, and shortsighted about others' feelings, being around you might help him become more considerate of others' emotions.

But he is not perfect, so don’t expect him to be 100% a saint.

Sonic decided to take over introductions as his duty as a hero of the people. Or so he says.

Did Amy agree? No.

Does Sonic care? No.

When the day came, you decided you were ready to meet the next person in their group; Sonic was ecstatic for you to meet his best friend, Tails. He told you to wait home, and he’d bring him over. He did not tell you that they were both coming over on hoverboards.

You couldn’t help but notice how much fun they looked.

“You’re (Y/n), yes? Sonic said you’ll be joining us today.” The fox you assume is Tails comes up next to you with a hoverboard in one arm before handing it over to you.

Before you can say that you don’t know how to ride one, Tails continues, “Don’t think that just because you never knew before means you still can’t learn now. I’ll teach you.”

As silly as it may sound, you can’t help but feel like you just gained a younger brother.

And that’s how Sonic was getting you comfortable with meeting more of his friends, making these outings fun enough for you to forget about society and live in the moment.

The moment he knew he was in love with you:

Shadow was attacking you and your friends. Well, now, only you since he knocked out the rest. Amy already sent a request for backup from Sonic before she passed out. You were doing the best you could to hold out. You can parry some attacks and sense when he teleports, but the problem is his speed. You can cloak yourself into a frozen fog when he runs at you, but he can still get a few hits. You’ve only been able to do more defense moves than offense. You can use your ability to go faster, but it’s not super speed like Sonic.

When you were wondering if you might fail your friends, Sonic arrived. And when the battle was over, you stood in silence for a moment when, for some reason, a giggle left your lips. Which then turned into laughter.

Sonic asked if you were okay when he saw how you looked.

Your scarf had fallen off from your fight with Shadow, showing your face for the first time. Your smile was big yet still held a gentleness like your voice.

And your laughter.

Whenever you laughed before, it was usually just a closed-mouth giggle. The most Sonic could get out of you was when you placed your hand over your scarf where your mouth was to keep yourself from bursting out. But now here you are. Laughing out loud unapologetically without holding back.

You looked beautiful even with a messy hairstyle, dirtied clothes, and bruises. There was a sunset with a chaotic mess of ice surrounding you.

An ice-ability user with a warm heart.

“After everything we’ve been through, I have no idea how we’re still alive; it makes no sense!” You laughed. Your laughter started feeling contagious to Sonic, and he joined in.

How he would confess to you:

As much as Sonic makes it seem like he’s not a sappy person when he puts in the work, he’s exposed as actually being a softy. He wants to make this special, and he does.

You feel drained and desperately need to recharge. You care and love your friends, but if you don’t care for yourself when you feel this way, you start getting irritated and feel a bit snappy. You’ve done a good job holding back from doing or saying anything you know you don’t mean, but it still scares you now and then that it might happen one day. Yes, arguments have happened amongst your friends, but you try your best to be the neutral side.

Saying your goodbyes, you head home. However, once you are away from your friends, Sonic runs beside you. “I made plans today for just the two of us.”

“I’m sorry, Sonic, but I’m not in the mood for anything hectic right now.”

Sonic panicked, “You’re going home to rest up, right? Well, it just so happens that my plans involve both of us just slowing down for once.”

You blinked. “Did I hear that correctly? Sonic T. Hedgehog, ‘the fastest being alive,’ Mr. ‘can’t be tamed,’ Mr. ‘can’t slow down’ has made plans to take it easy for once? Is it the end of the world?” You then poked his shoulder. “Is this secretly Metal Sonic with a new upgrade from Dr. Eggman? A new ploy to let our guard down and destroy everything on Seaside Island?”

“Ha ha, very funny. You know, you’re starting to sound like Sticks,” He took your hand to hold in his and started leading you away. “Don’t underestimate me. I can be unpredictable when I want to be—slowing down? No problem. We’ll start by just walking down to Meh Burgers. No running.”

“I look forward to seeing if you can back up your words.”

“Challenge accepted.”

Sure enough, you and Sonic walked to Meh Burgers hand in hand without running. Before you mentally prepare to speak to the cashier, Sonic says, “You can go ahead and find us a table; I’ll order.”

“Are you sure?”

“It’s not a problem for me.” He waved, reassuring you before he walked away.

You find a table to sit at and wait for Sonic. Unfortunately, your mind starts to take a cynical path. You chose a table that you hoped seemed inconspicuous, but it still doesn’t change the fact that there’s not really a hiding spot in an open area like this.

Did you stand out negatively? Why does it feel like a giant neon light is pointing at you? Is there someone here talking about how weird you stick out? Are some of them pitying you, thinking you’re eating here alone?

Distracted by your overwhelming thoughts, you don’t sense Sonic arriving with the food. “Everybody else is busy in their own world.” You jump slightly, hearing his voice. “If you listen closely, you can hear them talking about something they got going on.” He says as he places down the tray.

When you listen, you hear conversations about visiting family, going to a theatre, and shopping. Your thoughts and emotions slow, and you feel like you can breathe properly. You miss Sonic's gentle smile before he changes the subject to something he knows makes you happy and allows your mind to drift away from negative thoughts.

You and Sonic are walking hands together to the beach. Sonic has seen more than enough sunsets, but this time, he needs it now more than ever to help ease his nerves and confess to you.

Sitting down, you noticed that something was off with him, but instead of asking immediately, you decided to watch the sunset and wait awhile for him to hopefully feel comfortable enough to talk about it—emphasis on hopefully.

He takes a breath before taking out a Starfruit, “Do you want to share?”

Others may think it's a small gesture; however, you recall reading a story and telling Sonic about a scene where a character mentions that if two people share one, their destinies become intertwined. They will remain a part of each other's lives no matter what.

Your heartbeat quickens, and your face warms up, but not because of anxiety.

He knew you needed to rest and recharge, so the fastest person alive slowed down for you. He also knew how nice-looking restaurants make you paranoid about whether you're overdressed or underdressed and whether you're showing proper etiquette, so he took you to a burger joint. He knows how you rehearse every interaction with a cashier multiple times in your head so you don't screw up and make a fool out of yourself, so he went and did it for you. He noticed that your mind had taken over and nearly drowned you with your thoughts, and he helped pull you out. And right now, in this moment, he remembered a small detail in a story you’ve only talked about once.

“I’m not the best at talking about my feelings, but I hope you know what I’m trying to say.”

For once, without a doubt, you hold Sonic’s free hand by the wrist to gently pull it towards you and use an index finger to draw a heart.

Sonic lets out a breath of relief before whispering, “That’s good.” He had a big smile on his face.

A/N: Did I give the reader similar powers of Kazuha and Ayaka from Genshin Impact? Yes, I did. Did I make reference to The Case Study of Vanitas? Yes, I did. Did I also make a reference to Kingdom Hearts? Yes, I did. Do I regret any of it? No 😈😂

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This Week in BL - In which we all feel the collective meh

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Feb 2025 Week 4

Ongoing Series - Thai

The Boy Next World (Sun IQIYI) ep 8 of 10 - so the premise is such fun! It's like "if the red thread was a multiverse." I guess that makes it a 4th dimensional red tapestry? All the parallel world Cirs interconnected via a shared dream world and trying to manifest their relationships with their respective Phus via interference from the ones who have figured it out. I like it. Makes me wonder if the mastermind Cir lost his Phu and that is why he's so vested in fixing the relationship in all the other timelines. That said this was a relatively boring episode with Cir mostly in the hospital and lots of plot talking. Yet still fun because of this premise. Especially at the back end.

ThamePo (Fri YT) ep 12 of 13 - Nice to see Po being savage to his ex, his first major OGT. Bit of a sadsack of an episode though. Looking forward to next week.

Perfect 10 Liners (Sun YT) ep 18 of 24 - I love these two together so much I can’t stand it. Also the bathroom trope scene was particularly lovely. Great lighting in that bathroom.

Flirt Milk (Sat YT) ep 6 or 10 - This show is not good. The seme is overly aggressive, but I still like the sides. The more time we spend with anyone but the leads, the happier I am. 

Ossan‘s Love Thailand (Mon YouTube) ep 8 of 12 - I don’t even have the energy to get annoyed that they put my beautiful Thor in a terrible wig. This show has already stretched my annoyance to the max, no more fucks to give.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Secret Relationships (Korea iQIYI) ep 1 of 8 - Stars Wei's Kim Jun Seo. Adapted by Cradle Studio (Kakao). This displaying all signs of a classic Kdrama: Office setting, love triangle, lead suffering for his self-actualization. And as a result I absolutely love it. This one was entirely made for me. I love a lead suffering because of his situation. I love that all the boys are interested. I love that there’s lingering crushes and long-standing misunderstandings. Everything about this appeals to me. 

Eternal Butler (Taiwan Fri Gaga) ep 11 of 12 - Queer robots are the best robots. Also, have I mentioned recently that I love a good butt slap? Very underutilized move in BL. Thank you Taiwan. Wow Kevin’s English is perfect. I mean i expect the best of Taiwan but this is the best. (Inquiring minds want to know if it is all those international competitions he flexed at?) Also perfectly kinky. 

FC Soldout (Korea Thurs iQIYI) ep 7 of 8 - New boy is very sus. But I like him for it. Adore the sides! Must be so novel for an idol to have someone tell him he actually needs to eat. Wild. How gay is this damn football team? 

Fight for Love (Vietnam YT) ep 4 - it’s perfectly serviceable. Which seems to be a lot to ask of Vietnamese BL right now so... yay!?

Impression of Youth (Taiwan Weds Viki) ep 8 of 9 - Well, hello side couple. That was very nice. Thank you Taiwan. Meanwhile, I'm over here idly wondering if Will Wen could be persuaded to pull a hat trick and appear in a Thai BL and a KBL as well as this one - since he apparently speaks most major BL languages fluently.

The stuff dreams are made of.

Heart Stain (Korea Weds IQIYI) eps 7-8 end - this classic love triangle KBL had a classic separation in the final eps, nobody is surprised. But 4 years is a long time to pine. 

Conclusion:

This was a serviceable high school KBL, based on the love triangle standards for which Kdramas inevitably wave the last flag. It was mildly enjoyable if you don’t mind a triangle, certainly earnest, if somewhat forgettable with a lackluster ending. 7/10

Checkered Shirt (Korea YT) ep 4 of 8 - This episode was very rough going. How annoying. But also now realistic. Not that I want realism in my BL.

Exclusive Love (Taiwan Fri Gaga) ep 4 of 12 - this is all a lot darker than I thought it was going to be from Taiwan. Although it still remains primarily just very weird. Also not enough of the second couple in this episode.

Teenager Judge (Vietnam Sat YT) ep 20 end - well it was the final episode last week so here we go! <rant>

Judgement

An interesting premise with two decent couples that failed to commit to the BL side of the equation and thus got mired in a never-ending commentary on bullying. The show could’ve been 8 eps and covered exactly the same material. The entire relationship arc (stepbrothers, my FAVORITE, argh) hinged on lack of communication. And that’s just the beginning of the mire of frustrating flaws. An all round bummer of a show, because the chemistry was decent. This is not a romance and there is no happy ending so don’t expect one. I wasted my damn time and I’m mad about it. Don't make the same mistake. 3/10

It's airing but......

Gelboys (Thai Weds iQIYI) ep 1 of 7 - I’m giving this show a pass. It’s just too far out of my wheelhouse. I don’t have patience right now.

Sashes and Hearts (Pinoy YT) - Philippines is doing Drop Dead Gorgeous only all gay boys queening their asses off. I'm wathing this only if I feel like it.

The Last Time (Thai WeTV) trailer - from 2024, not sure about this one, looks dark. Since it's also difficult for me to get hold of I am giving it a pass until I know about the ending.

A Perfect Match (Taiwan iQIYI) - A not very well regarded Taiwanese sports BL from earlier this year picked up for rerelease. Anyone watched it and like it? Not sure if I should bother.

In Case You Missed it

End of 2024 wraps are here (last chance to read):

2024 Trend Report

MY BEST & WORST BLs of 2024

Best Kisses (and sex scenes) of 2024

BL's 2024 Quirky Awards

2024 Awards - Quick Picks

Next Week Looks Like This:

Upcoming March 2025

3/2 Last Meal Universe (Thailand Sun ????) 10 eps - Trailer. An alien who has come to destroy earth instead falls in love with Thai food and then the Thai boy who cooks it - realistic, actually.

3/12 My Golden Blood (Thailand Weds YouTube) 12 eps - Trailer. GMMTV taking on Weds nights and midweek discourse (they hope) with this hotly anticipated vampire series. I happen to find Joss watchable but this looks very bad and also very Kissable Lips. But at least Thailand is finally giving us the trashy gay vampires we richly deserve? Just realize we don't deserve much.

3/12 Lost in the Woods (Thailand Weds Gaga) 7 eps - Announced for 2023, adapted from a novel of the same name. Fifa just graduated high school and travels to a remote province to take care of his grandma, before starting uni. There he meets Chief Hem, a forest ranger.

3/20 Top Form (Thailand Thurs WeTV) ?? eps - Trailer Adaptation of a Japanese manga. Boom (Chains of Heart) opposite Smart (Don't Say No). Actor recognized as the "The Sexiest Man of the Year" has his first-place position usurped by newcomer. But while he sees them as rivals, turns out the new kid has other ideas. I'm super excited for this but hate watching on WeTv so gonna be a challenge.

3/28 Heesu in Class 2 (Korea Fri ????) 10 eps - Adaption of the comic by Lily, about a shy unpopular boy with a secret crush on best friend who somehow also ends up his school's relationship counselor. Supposed to have completed filming in 2022, the fact this has been in dev hell since then somewhat mitigates this being my most anticipated BL of 2022. I still kinda doubt we are actually getting it but new stills have been released (so something got filmed in the last 3 years).

2025 Line Up

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 1

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 2

20 BLs Announced for 2025 That I'm Really Excited About

GMMTV 2025 Line Up - My Totally Biased and Wildly Flawed Feels

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENT

Got nothing. Another unmemorable week.

(last week)

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“SIBLING RIVALRY” — katsuki bakugo & sibling!reader

SYNOPSIS: after being away from home, katsuki comes back for winter break. he reunites with his sibling, y/n, who’s missed him. when he realizes how bad him leaving affected y/n, he makes a proposal.

WORDCOUNT: 1.4k

A/N: requested!! i wish i could find the blog to tag them, but i lost it :( im so sorry. hopefully u see this requester, cus i really enjoyed writing it!! proofread by @sepptember & @lemkay-luminary :)

“Mom, when is Katsuki coming back?” You asked as you took a nibble of the snack in your hand. You’re both on the couch, sitting arms length apart.

“It should be some time tomorrow, what with New Year’s and all. If that kid doesn’t come to see us for the holiday, I swear he’s gonna get it the next time I see him.” You giggled at your mom’s response, making her laugh too.

“I miss him, ma.” You say as you bring your knees to your chest.

“Me too. Miss that kid like crazy.” She brings you closer to her, rubbing your back.

“He’s, like, my inspiration, y’know. I wanna be a hero just like him.”

“Meh, maybe without all the yelling? He’s gonna give civilians a serious headache if he doesn’t cut that out.” You giggled again, this time in agreement with your mom. You leaned your head on your mothers shoulder, her pajama shirt acting as a pillow. You yawned, thinking about your childhood with Katsuki. It was always filled with laughter and banter. You hoped nothing would change when he came back, although it was very likely that things would. After all, you're both getting older, you’re both maturing. Change was inevitable. After almost drifting off to sleep multiple times, you finally decided it was time for bed.

When you woke up the next morning, it was a little after 7am. You didn’t expect to wake up this early, but you figured it was just your body’s way of telling you that you were excited to see your brother.

You got up and started your morning routine. You took a shower, made some breakfast, and then scrolled on your phone until about 9.

Then, you heard your front door open.

“Katsuki!” You heard your parents exclaim. You shot up from your bed and raced down the hall, nearly slipping on a carpet and crashing into the corner of a wall.

“Holy crap, it’s really you!” You shouted when your eyes fell on your brother. You ran up to him and acted like you were going in for a hug. Right before you made contact with him, you smacked his arm. Hard.

“Why haven’t you been responding to my texts?! Is it that busy at UA? Surely you have some time to respond, so why is it that I’m constantly on delivered?? You think you’re too good to text me back, now that you’re almost a pro-hero? Is that it?!” You barked.

“Quit hounding me, will ya?!” Your brother shouted back, smacking your arm back. You jumped back and rubbed the tender spot.

“Hey! That hurt, you ass!”

“Yeah?! Good! I wouldn’t have smacked you if you didn’t hit me first!”

“Well I wouldn’t have smacked you if you had just responded to my texts!”

Your sibling banter went on for another minute, your mom finally tearing the two of you apart.

“God dammit, you kids are no different than when Katsuki was living here! Can’t you just get along?!” The two of you glared at your mom, who was glaring right back— as if she was daring one of you to say something.

“We missed you, Katsuki.” Your dad said from the kitchen, breaking the semi-awkward silence.

“Missed you too, dad.” Bakugo grumbled. He then pushed past you and went to his room, you followed him.

Once you reached his room, you leaned against the doorframe as he set his bag down.

“You still haven’t answered me.”

“Listen, I’ve just been caught up in hero work, okay? I’m not meaning to ignore you. I always am thinking about you, mom, and dad. You know that— don’t be dumb.” Another awkward quietness fell over the room.

“How’s it here without me?” He asked you.

“It’s really quiet. Kinda unnerving, not gonna lie. It’s like…too quiet. How’s it at UA?”

“It’s good. The dorms are good. The guy I have a room next to is like, my friend or whatever. How’s school?”

“Ooh, a friend? What’s his name? Is he cute?”

“His names Kirishima, and no. He has the weirdest hair I’ve ever seen.”

“Do you have a picture?”

“No. Shut up.”

“Ugh, you suck. Have you met any real pros?”

“Duh, a bunch. My teachers Erasurehead— I’ve even met All Might.”

“Woah, no way! How’s that?? Is he as cool in person?!”

“Hell yeah he is.” Bakugo smirked. “You never answered my question.” He looked up at you from his spot on the bed.

“What question?”

“How’s school?” His brow furrowed, as if he felt like he was being tricked.

“Oh,” You huffed slightly. “It’s okay. Boring.”

“Yeah? You make any friends at least?”

“Um.. yeah I guess.”

“You guess? Whatdya mean you guess?”

“I dunno..” You looked like you were going to keep talking, but you stopped yourself.

“Gettin’ good grades?” Katsuki changed the subject. “Ya can’t get into UA without good grades.”

“Mhm,” Katsuki sighed.

“What’s with the dry responses, assface? You were so bubbly just now when we were talking about me.” he, clearly frustrated with your change in demeanor.

“It’s nothing, dickwad,” You returned his energy back, but then quieted down again. “I just feel like we aren’t as close anymore. Ever since you got into UA, you’ve changed so much. You’re a lot more…serious. Not like when you were living here. And now, especially when you’re in the dorms, we’re even further from you. It’s like you’re gettin’ to be a stranger.” You quickly realized how much you confessed and stiffened up.

“But— but forget about it! I don’t care that much anyways.” You turned around and began to walk out of Katsuki’s room, the tips of your ears and the apples of your cheeks warming quicker than you expected.

As you stepped foot out of your brother’s room, you heard his voice.

“Hey, come back!” You stopped and turned around. “What makes you say that, huh? I’m not a stranger, I’m your brother. I’m always gonna be with you.”

“What makes me say that is the fact that you left me here. I don’t have anybody to talk to when I don’t want to talk to mom or dad. I’m alone, Katsuki.”

Your brother sighed and motioned you to come sit beside him on his bed. When you did, he wrapped an arm around you to bring you closer to him.

“I know I left you. You think I don’t feel bad about that?” You were quiet as tears began to blur your vision. “I think about you every day. I really do mean it when I say I’m too busy to respond, but I am thinking about you. The whole reason I left is because I’m thinking about you. Saving you, protecting you, being your hero.” A tear formed in your eye and fell onto your leg.

“Quit cryin, you big loser.” He took his arm off of you and playfully bumped your shoulder.

“I love you Katsuki.” You said as you wiped your tears and sniffled.

“I love you too, kid.” your brother’s words were soft spoken and gentle. “I’ll make you a deal.” You perked up in confusion, the tears from before quickly drying up.

“If you promise— and I mean cross your heart— that you won’t embarrass me in front of my friends, I’ll talk to Mr. Aizawa about bringing you to UA for a day. You can babysit Eri or something.”

“What?! You mean it?!” You gasped lightly.

“Only if you promise!” He shouted.

“I promise, I promise! Cross my heart!” You yelled back, gesturing to the right side of your chest.

“Alright.”

The two of you spent the rest of the day with your parents, eating a delicious home cooked meal and spending quality time together. Once it got dark, the four of you all retreated to your rooms after a long day. You were watching a movie when you heard a knock on your door.

“Y/N,” Katsuki’s muffled voice said.

“What?” You called from the other side of the door.

“Can I stay the night in here?” He opened it, revealing him in his black band tee and plaid pajama pants. You smiled.

“Sure, but I’m not giving up my bed. You can sleep on the floor.” He huffed, unsatisfied with your answer.

“But your bed’s so comfortable! You got the memory foam mattress!” He whined.

“Too bad, so sad. Take it or leave it, stupid.” Katsuki sighed and walked towards you, flopping onto your bed anyways.

“No! Katsuki, get off!” You shouted as you realized what was happening too late. You attempted to push him off of your bed, but to no avail. He was staying on that damned bed whether you liked it or not.

[periprose]

Heyyy I’m literally playing through ps4 Spider-Man again 🤣!

I was wondering if I could request a ps4 fic, maybe Peter and reader have been dating for a while, and she gets hurt during the explosion and he can’t find her but she’s with may at feast with like a broken arm or something?? (She knows he’s Spider-Man) 👀🫶🏼

hey lol thanks for requesting! I'm on the first playthrough of the game myself. Basically this is set during the explosion at the election event in the game, and Peter and you are there to proudly watch Officer Davis accept his award.

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"Hey." Peter comes up from behind you on the sidewalk, fixing wrinkles in his civilian clothes. He must've just changed.

"Hey, Parker." You nudge him. "Ready to go watch Osborn smooch up to the well-meaning audience of Manhattan?"

"Well, ready as I'll ever be." Peter takes your hand. "I'm really just there to watch Davis get his well-deserving award, y'know. Hey, didn't I tell you to stop calling me Parker?"

"Meh, you love it." You joke. "You'll always be Parker to me, even if you are my boyfriend now. It's our thing."

Peter shakes his head, but you know based on his little smile- he loves that you have a little thing just for him.

Together, you walk to the intersection in front of City Hall, where many people crowd around, waiting for Mayor Osborn and whatever speech he's about to give today. They're all dressed in Osborn themed merchandise, cheering and clapping.

You can't believe this many people care about Osborn's so-called promises to the city- you and Peter are really hoping he won't be re-elected this term after all- but people are clapping for him, and you sigh knowing that your cost of living is about to go up.

"Hey. Wipe that frown off your face. We're here to be supportive." Peter whispers from next to you in the crowd, and you nod.

"Where's Davis? Is that him?" You whisper back, pointing to an older black man up on the stage.

"Yup. You wouldn't believe it, he was so helpful in Hell's Kitchen. Dude whipped out his gun and had my back like we've been best buds for years." Peter smiles. "There's not many out there doing it like him."

"He sounds like a real treasure. I'm glad you have someone on your side." You squeeze Peter's hand, and continue to look up towards the stage in mild excitement.

You don't really care for Osborn's speech- Peter laughs about his promise to open up technology for NYC when you both know that's reserved for the elite- but you both grin when Davis, looking nervous as ever, walks up the stage to receive his award.

"It is my privilege to present Officer Jefferson Davis with the Department Medal of Honour." Osborn hangs a medal around Davis' neck, and you and Peter clap.

"I'm so glad this is all over. The gang war, I think." Peter whispers to you, and you raise your eyebrows.

"Really? Does this mean you'll finally be a little safer?" You ask, but Peter frowns a little.

"Well, there's some loose ends still to be tied up, but-"

"Loose ends?" You give him a wary glance. "Like what?"

"Like whatever 'Consolidated Shipping' is. It doesn't make sense." Peter sighs, watching concern grow on your face. "It's not right, but I'll figure it out."

Davis says a few words- he thanks his wife and his son, Miles, who you can see is sitting up at the front of the stage.

"Aw, cute kid." You remark to Peter, and he nods, gaining a slightly sheepish smile.

"Officer Davis did say I remind him of his son. I'll take it as a compliment." Peter jokes, and you snicker, calling him even more of a baby.

Behind you, Sable guards are talking on their walkie talkies about "keeping eyes on Osborn," which to you sounds as if they perceive a threat. You turn back to tell Peter, when he suddenly flinches.

"Peter-?"

He grabs his head, panicking- you watch as his pupils dilate, and he's clearly in some kind of shock.

"Everything feels off-" Peter flinches again, and you know he's having a Spider-Sense meltdown. There must be multiple things happening at once- even worse, you're not sure what he's supposed to do in this situation. He's not suited up, and he risks revealing his identity if he does anything.

Either way, Peter runs behind you. He shoves people out of the way, trying to get to the back of the event, behind the audience, but he's not fast enough. There are men arriving out of cars- corrupted men, turning that strange grey-blue-transparent hue that confirms their connection with Martin Li.

Peter runs- he dashes- but you see him flinch again, cowering under such threatening energy. He turns to the stage in horror, and you gasp in shock.

There's another corrupted on stage, covered in explosive devices.

An explosion goes off behind you, to the right of you, than another massive one on stage- the ground shakes beneath you, and you're too in shock to move.

"Get down!" Peter shoves you back, attempting to push you out of the way, just as another two explosions cause the earth under you to rattle, and you lose your footing and fall back on the pavement. You twist your arm unnaturally and hit your head.

You black out, the last thing you see being massive blue-black explosions in the sky.

/

Peter wakes to floating ash in the sky.

He coughs- there's a sharp pain in his right side, and a slight ache at the top of his hairline- he touches his forehead and pulls his fingers away to see brown-red, dry blood.

It doesn't matter. He'll heal faster than most, anyways- he needs to locate you.

He gets up, seizes a little due to the pain- and to his alarm, you're nowhere in his near sight. He walks around seeing Sable guards help people off the streets- although Peter really thinks they're poking and prodding and shoving them away, so they can clean up the mess around here.

He hopes you haven't been taken away by Sable guards.

Peter rushes to the nearest clinic- but there's too many people crowding around there with their injuries, and the receptionist at the emergency room tells him there's no one by your name here.

He begins to panic. You're not responding to his calls, either. Peter doesn't want to believe the worst could've happened to you, but he does hear people talking on the streets about the casualties. Apparently at least 10 people have been found dead so far- Peter starts swearing under his breath.

He decides to head to FEAST- he's not sure if you'll be there, but it's better to ask Aunt May or some of the volunteers if you've been seen. FEAST also operates as an emergency medical clinic, too, even with limited supplies, and it's with this small amount of hope that Peter travels there.

Pushing through the doors, the front desk woman- Amanda- she's startled by how intensely Peter asks about you.

"I don't know, Peter." She points to the main auditorium, where many homeless and injured people are currently being attended to. "It's kind of an open house back here- you're going to have to look through the crowds."

Peter sighs. "Thanks, Amanda."

It takes him about fifteen minutes to do a full, quick walkthrough. The entire time, his heartbeat thumps faster as he realizes- he's not seeing you anywhere. There's nobody wearing your trademark scarf, your usual dark blue jeans- nobody with your fastidious expression, where you always seem to take in the entire world before speaking- nobody to relieve the steady ache in his heart.

Peter walks into the room full of medical supplies, expecting to see Aunt May- and while May is there, busy with another volunteer, the first thing he sees is you, with your hair all disheveled and messy, bruises on your cheek and a cut under your lip, and your arm wrapped in a cast and a sling.

But you have a soft, comforting smile. You're kneeling down to help a little girl- she can't be older than five- and you're placing a bandage on her knee. And the little girl squeals, hugging you after you say "It's all better now."

Peter would agree with that.

You look up, arms still embraced around the little girl- Rina is her name- to see Peter, looking wistful, sad, a clear lump in his throat. His eyes are watery.

"Peter?" You watch as he comes forward.

"I thought you were- I thought..." He wipes his eyes. "Are you okay? What happened?"

"Well, Little Rina over here needed a little bit of medical attention." You kindly tap her shoulder and she nods up at Peter, smiling. "She tripped and fell and no one was paying attention to her knee, so I decided to help her."

"That's..." Peter trails off, wondering how you could be so selfless when your own face was looking a bit worse for wear. "That's sweet of you to do. How do you feel, kiddo?"

He kneels towards her, and she grins really big. "Better!"

"Alright, high five then." Peter high fives her, and she dashes off afterwards, most likely looking for the parent she came with.

"Why didn't you respond to my calls?" Peter asks you as soon as you turn back to him. "I thought... I thought the worst had happened-"

"Peter, please. Stop with the wounded ego." May calls him out, listening from the sidelines. "What's important is that she's safe and in one piece- that's more than enough to feel grateful about."

Peter looks down, ashamed. He knows May is right, and he has to swallow his pride for a moment.

"I'm sorry, Peter." You grasp his hand, and he looks back at you, jaw tight as he listens. "I didn't mean to not answer your calls- my phone got shattered. And I didn't know where to find you after I woke up- I was already being taken away by Sable guards to 'safety' and then I decided my best chance to find you was over here."

"Oh." Peter feels kind of dumb, but he also feels glad you think of FEAST as a spot to find him. "I should've kept you safe."

"Don't. Don't make yourself crazy with what you could've done." You plead with him, and he sighs but shakes his head. "My arm will heal with time. I guess I landed on it weirdly and broke it."

Peter winces. "Well, you can always ask me for help if it bothers you. I'm there for you."

He traces your lip, where the cut under is still a red-brown, harsh hue in comparison to the pink of your bottom lip, and May takes this as her cue to leave.

Peter snorts. "I wish you had my-"

"Super healing? Yeah, I wish that too." You laugh. "Were you lucky enough to not get hit, or did you just heal on the way here?"

Peter's reaching for a facial bandage and some rubbing alcohol. "The latter."

"Ugh, lucky bastard." You smile up at him, cringing only slightly as Peter rubs away the blood from your wound. "I'm just glad that means I don't have to worry too much about you."

"You still do." Peter remarks, placing the bandage on your face. "But that just means you love me."

And, being ever so thankful that you're safely back in his arms, Peter places a soft kiss on your forehead, and then a slightly-less-soft one on your mouth, hoping it doesn't hurt you, but happy that you kiss him back anyways.

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The Mission

Sylus x gn!Reader

The ending feels a little meh BUT I'm gonna use it to lead into the next fic in the series. You'll see. Also there are kids screaming outside????? I'm so confused rn

This is a sequel primarily to Fallen Angel, but it also references things in Love Me, That's All I Ask Of You

Warnings: strip clubs, violence, blood, injury, stalking, forehead kisses, shapeshifting, MC and Sylus acting like siblings

Word Count: 2,625

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The mission is deceptively simple: Little Miss Hunter will pose as a waitress in one of Sylus’s clubs, working undercover to uncover the ex-boyfriend of one of the dancers. As soon as the club’s manager heard about the dancer’s ex stalking her, trying to get her alone, Sylus did, too. As scary and unapproachable as he comes across, he does care about the people who work for him.

You could have taken the role from her easily, or even gotten a job as a dancer to have a more advantageous position, but Sylus refused. It was only a couple months ago that you’d relived that hell. There was no way he would put you into a similar situation so soon.

It’s not that you aren’t capable, you know that. You’d only fully recovered a few weeks ago, the scars on your back mementos to the end of a nightmare. Still, the time it took to heal meant no working - not even to sit in Sylus’s lap as he goes over contracts. You were antsy, you were restless. And you were helping Little Miss Hunter get in her uniform.

You adjust the collar, a little rougher than necessary. Sylus catches it from where he stands leaning against the wall, but says nothing. Miss Hunter tries to swat you away. “You don’t need to be so intense!” You ignore her in favor of fixing her name tag and checking her earpiece. She was stiff under your fingers, uncomfortable with being so close to someone who clearly didn’t like her - even more in this moment, it seems, than usual.

“He’s in his mid-20s, short curly hair, blonde, with square glasses,” Sylus reminds her. “You’ll be serving drinks in the area around Tanya’s stage, where he’s most likely to be lurking.”

“Don’t you have bouncers for this sort of thing?” she huffs.

You step behind her. She tries to turn her head to see what you’re doing, but you push her chin to face forward again. Her hair is too long, presenting a clear hazard in the bustle of the crowds and the difficult job of waitressing. You gather it up and tie it into a secure bun at the back of her head.

He tilts his head, unimpressed. “Of course, sweetie. I run a legitimate operation here, despite what you may think of me.” He crosses his arms, finger tapping against his bicep. “His Evol allows him to change his appearance, meaning with a few easy steps, he can forge his ID to be anyone he wants and slip inside unnoticed. You’re good at reading people. I’m sure you’ll find him in no time.”

You carefully insert a hairpin into the bun. She reaches back to feel it, the design on the decorative tip indecipherable to her fingers alone.

“If he figures you out or you get cornered, use that,” Sylus says seriously, nodding to the pin. “In the right hands, it can do some damage. Even if you can only manage to scratch your attacker, it’s coated in a fast-acting toxin.” Before she can protest, he adds, “Just enough to make them sleepy, sweetie. You won’t be killing anyone tonight.”

With the finishing touches of her outfit complete, you step back toward Sylus. Little Miss Hunter can’t help feeling intimidated by the Onychinus boss and his guard dog, allies or no.

“Ready?”

She nods with steadfast determination. “Ready.”

-

Sylus studies the shifting crowds through the surveillance cameras hidden around the club. Luke and Kieran watch the monitors, as well. From here, he can keep an eye on Miss Hunter’s movements. Deciphering faces in the crowd is another issue; he can make out some features here and there as the lights pass over them, but anything specific is impossible to make out.

You lounge on a sofa overlooking the entire club. It’s a private area, closed off from the general public, and shrouded in plenty of shadow to obscure your presence from anyone who isn’t looking for you. You idly swirl a martini glass of water, decorated with an olive, to give the impression of someone drinking. You act as an eye in the sky, watching for anything suspicious from a distance that isn’t caught on camera.

Miss Hunter picks up a tray of drinks from the bartender and begins making rounds to long couches and small tables to drop them off with a smile. They’re further from the stage, but she has to pass by the crowd every time she returns to the bar. It’s the perfect place to be to spot someone acting oddly.

The lights focus as Tanya comes on stage. She’s objectively beautiful, it can’t be argued otherwise. The skimpy costume draws attention to her curves and the plush of her stomach. She smiles seductively as she dances for the guests, tan skin glowing under the lights like she’s meant to be there.

You know she’s being treated like a queen here - Sylus would never settle for less - yet you’re reminded of the other girls you knew once, who were starved and worked to the bone for money they wouldn’t see a dime of. You still remember the feeling of cold metal from the pole against your palms.

The Second Circle doesn’t exist anymore. After that night, after everything the police uncovered, it was stripped out and sits empty, waiting to be bought by some upstart business. All that remains is the imprint of the logo on the wall. You still see those neon lights in your nightmares.

“Raven, I’ve lost sight of the Dove. Do you see her?”

Fuck. You got so caught up in your head-

You scan the crowd by the stage, the couches, the tables. There’s no sign of a waitress anywhere in that section, and especially not Little Miss Hunter. You get up from the private couch and slip into the shadows of the exit, already calculating everywhere she could have gone off to.

-

The woman she kept seeing wasn’t ordering drinks the entire time she was there, which wasn’t unusual in of itself, except that all she did was stare at the stage, waiting for something to happen. Once Tanya finally went on, she seemed to become antsy and entranced. Miss Hunter was just going to slip into the employee backroom to let Sylus know what she saw. She didn’t realize the woman had followed her.

The thumping music in the main room covers up her shout as hands grab her and shove her into the wall. There’s no one else in the room. 

She punches at the woman, falling back on her Hunter training and the sparring she did with Sylus. Her hand connects with a square jaw. The woman that followed her in was now a man, fitting the description of the suspect to a T. A fist in return crashes against her cheek. Before she can call for help, a hand covers her mouth, shoving her head back into the hard wall. He grabs her hair, dislodging the hairpin and loosening the tight bun. She claws at his arms. She tries to reach for his face. The hand in her hair pulls her off the wall and to the ground. She stares up at her assaulter, trying to figure a way out of this mess when the door is behind him and she’s being backed into a corner.

She doesn’t have to think for long.

You grab the man by his hair and kick in the back of his knee. He falls like dead weight, and you direct that momentum into slamming him against the wall she’d just been pressed up against. His face impacts with a harsh crack. His glasses are skewed on his face, and blood drips freely from his nose.

You turn sharply toward Miss Hunter. You approach so fast, she’s scared you’re going to attack her next. She holds up her arms in defense on pure instinct. You just huff and grab her arms, hauling her back up to her feet. Her back is against the wall again, but as a support this time. You push her arms down from her face.

She gasps when you grab her chin, tilting her head this way and that, studying her. You frown at the early bruises beginning to form around her mouth and the cut along her cheekbone. The distinct shape of fingertips slowly start to darken where the man had silenced her. You let her go in favor of checking the rest of her over, searching for any more injuries. Thankfully, you find none. You finally meet her eyes.

She has no idea what to make of you anymore. You’ve hated her guts ever since she was dragged into the N109 Zone. You tease and taunt her through your actions, glare at her when she talks with Sylus. You even climbed into his lap once when she was connected to him by that red energy, curling up to him like a damn cat. And now here you are, checking her for injuries when you could be worried about securing the target.

You reach past her head and pull out the hairpin. You hold it pointedly in front of her face and raise a brow at her, silently questioning why she didn’t use it. She sheepishly takes it from your fingers, flushing with embarrassment.

“I forgot,” she mutters.

You step away. Sylus’s voice comes in over the earpiece. “I’m glad you two are finally getting along,” he teases. You catch the truth in his words, honing in on the nearby security camera to glare at him. He chuckles richly. “I’m on my way.”

A quiet click alerts you before anything else. You slam your shoulder against the wall beside Miss Hunter, covering her with your body just as a loud bang and a sharp burn skids across your neck. The door slams open. She peers around you to watch Sylus’s Evol disintegrate the gun in the target’s hand. It’s small, easily concealable. Sylus lifts the man up by his scruff and shoves him at the twins.

“Deal with him,” he orders gruffly. It’s a far cry from how he sounded just seconds ago, but the blood at your neck hadn’t escaped his notice. Just a little to the side and you would be dead. The thought alone terrified him.

Miss Hunter watches him quickly cross the distance, turning you to fully face him so he can assess the damage. It’s not too bad, thankfully. Deep enough to bleed for a bit, but shallow enough it didn’t hit anything major. He grabs a few napkins from the table at the center of the room and presses them down on the wound. You replace his hands to keep the pressure yourself, nodding your head toward her. She feels just as under scrutiny under his stare as she did under yours. He sighs.

“I’ll have the medic look you over when we get back. You might want to hide those bruises from your boss for a few days, sweetie. People will start to wonder just what you get up to in your spare time.”

She flushes with the implications and hits his arm. He doesn’t so much as flinch. “I’m not the one who lost me on the cameras.”

He scoffs. “Blame the twins, sweetie. It’s their oversight that led to this.” He gestures to the hairpin still clutched in her hands. “You had the means to defend yourself. Use them next time.”

Before their bickering can go on, you step between them to grab more napkins from the table. The old ones stick to your bloody skin when you pull them away. You quickly replace them. Seeing your injury was enough to shut them both up, no matter how minor it really was. You turn to leave.

“Thank you,” Little Miss says quickly, trying to get it out before you step out the door. You look at her, expression neutral if not a bit exasperated. She offers a smile. It looks jarring against the purpling bruises, but you nod anyway. You glance at Sylus, then exit the backroom to go wait in the car.

“They must like you,” Sylus comments with a smirk.

She rolls her eyes and smacks him again on her way out. “Shut up or I’ll stab you with the hairpin.”

“Oh, I’m terrified.”

-

You sit still, eyes closed and head tilted to the side, as Sylus tends to the bullet-made cut on your neck. He has you up on the bathroom counter, standing between your legs as he gently disinfects and bandages the area. Once it is securely protected from outside elements, he brushes a kiss over it.

“Thank you for protecting her,” he whispers. You open your eyes and tilt your head back up to look at him. His expression is so open, genuine. He really means it; not that you needed to see it to know that. “I know you two didn’t exactly get off on the right foot.”

You give him a wry smile. You look away from his face to seek out his hand, resting on the counter beside you. He offers no resistance as you pick it up, your palm to the back of his hand as you intertwine your fingers together and draw him up to your lips. You close your eyes as you press a kiss to his palm, before nuzzling into it. “I know you’re mine,” you whisper back. You look back up at him, resting your cheek in his hand. “And… Mephisto is starting to like her.”

He chuckles softly. “Oh? Is that all?” He smiles at your little nod. Mischief flickers in your eyes before you shut them to press your face into his hand some more. It’s endearing. You’ve let yourself relax around him, allowed yourself to indulge in his touch like this. Which reminds him…

He brushes his thumb against your cheek, trailing his hand to your jaw to guide your attention back to him. There’s a slight furrow in his brow and something heavy in his eyes. “What happened on your end?”

Ah. Caught red handed. You avoid his eyes in favor of following the line of his nose, the dip of his cupid’s bow.

He leans forward to nudge his nose against yours, drawing you back into his gaze once more. “Tell me.”

“The dancer…” You sigh, closing your eyes and shaking your head. “I got distracted.”

He knows exactly what you mean. He cradles your face with purpose, fingers pressing lightly to the back of your neck, keeping you close as he rests his forehead against yours. “No more clubs for a while,” he promises. “Someone else can deal with them.”

You can’t disagree, not when you got someone else on the mission hurt because of the environment getting to you. For all your pouting about being relegated to watch, you know he always had good intentions for keeping you off the ground.

He pulls away, but not without leaving a kiss on your forehead. He flips the hold you have on his hand to be holding yours so he can help you off the counter. “The chef is making your favorite. It should be finished by now.”

He swears he falls a little more in love with the way your eyes light up in excitement. The little bounce in your step as you drag him down to the kitchen mirrors the skip of his heart. And when you see Miss Hunter there, thanking you again for saving her, you even offer her a slight smile.

Sitting at the dining table, the Twins bickering with Little Miss and you sneaking his robotic crow bits of food that he doesn’t need, he’s never felt more at home.

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Continuity Crossover! #3

[D/N] = Designation (Your name)

Cybertronian!Reader

Blue = Icy

Red = Hothead

Orange = Random

[TFA!Prowl and TFA![D/N] were on a date, exploring the more forested areas in Detroit. As the two enjoy the wonders the biodiversity, they stumbled upon their Blitzwing (probably doing a mission assigned by their Megatron).]

TFA!Prowl & TFA![D/N]: *Falls back from Blitzwing’s brute force*

TFA!Prowl: [D/N], get behind me.

TFA![D/N]: Prowl, you can’t fight him just yourself. I can fight back, too. We can fight together.

TFA!Blitzwing: Oh, love. It’s a foolish distraction within our rankings. Too bad they die within nano-kliks! Hehehe!

[Then an intimidating figure approach the Decepticon from the backside.]

???: *Taps on his shoulder from behind*

TFA!Blitzwing: Hm? *Turns to face them*

TFP![D/N]: *Glaring daggers at the Decepticon* Leave them the hell alone…

TFA!Blitzwing: Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it?

TFP![D/N]: You’re forgetting I scrapped plenty of ‘Cons back in my universe.

TFA!Blitzwing: Oooh so scary~ Your history does not frighten us-

TFP![D/N]: *Knocks him out with a solid punch*

TFA!Blitzwing: *Falls down* *Frame barely twitching*

TFA!Prowl & TFA![D/N]: [D/N]/Other me!

TFP![D/N]: Hey, you two. I was just passing by to stretch my cables. I see Dumb-dumb here was interrupting something.

TFA!Prowl: We were just exploring the forest’s landscape and admiring how nature flows through.

TFA![D/N]: While I was snapping pictures for our scrapbook.

TFP![D/N]: That’s cute. You guys enjoy your date.

[Then afterwards, TFP![D/N] brought the unconscious TFA!Blitzwing to the rest of TFA’s Team Prime. TFA!Optimus immediately puts the Stasis-cuffs on the ‘Con.]

TFA!Bumblebee: Slag, you guys are tough.

TFP![D/N]: Meh. It’s no biggie. He seemed to be annoying your Prowl and my variant during their date.

TFA!Bumblebee: I can’t believe he has a Sparkmate back on Cybertron and never hinted if he can even pull one.

TFP![D/N]: I believe anybot can find a loving partner. In this universe or in any other ones.

TFA!Optimus Prime: You sounded a little depressed as if you lost somebot.

TFA!Bumblebee: Okaaay I better go. *Exits the scene*

TFP![D/N]: I’m not fine, honestly. I guess in this universe, Prowl and my variant seem happy together. I can’t say the same for the relationship with my Prowl.

TFA!Optimus Prime: What happened to your Prowl?

TFP![D/N]: We separated during a battle back on our Cybertron. He went MIA and couldn’t find his Energon signal.

TFA!Optimus Prime: I’m sorry for your loss, [D/N].

TFP![D/N]: Don’t be. We bonded before the war and if he was gone, I would’ve felt my Spark in pain. He’s still out somewhere, probably searching for more Autobots. Probably searching for me.

TFA!Optimus Prime: I’m sure he’s doing everything he can to find you.

TFP![D/N]: Thanks.

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[Jasper, Nevada]

TFP![D/N], sitting on the edge of a cliff: *Vents out* Prowl, wherever you are, please come back to me. I miss you…

[(A/N)]: Welp. I brought in the Angst because why not.

[kyoshithewriter]

Water from the Moon (part 3).

Wc: 2.6k

Warnings: angst?

A/n: This is… meh. I didn’t want to give it a happy(?) ending at first but changed my mind at the last minute so it feels a bit bleh. But more fics about him on the way. In the mean time, enjoy?

“Well? How was it? You haven’t said anything about my art show last night. In fact, you haven’t said anything since last night.” Brianna frowns at her friend’s forlon form.

And yes, Mahina is sure she has just been wandering around looking like she has seen a ghost.

“How long have you known that Jayden has been in love with me?”

Brianna halts the motion of her hands that were rubbing circular motions on top of her kitchen island. The cup of coffee she placed in front of Mahina’s seated figure has long gone cold— the steamy tendrils no longer performing a swirling dance above the yellow mug.

“Fuck… how did you-” Brianna sucks in a trembling breath through her mouth. “Did he tell you?”

“Yes. He saw me admiring that art work, An Ode to the Moon? Beautiful by the way, you’re so talented and thoughtful and clever.” She laughs wetly, she didn’t even realize she was crying. Again.

“I figured what the message was but he filled in the missing pieces for me. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It wasn’t my business to tell, Mahina.” Brianna says gently. Truthfully.

“I know, it’s just… he also said other things and I…”

“Other things like what?”

The woman pulls a stool closer to sit by her side.

Mahina hiccups, trying to keep her sobbing at bay.

“He basically said that Jules might like me a lot more than I think he does? And that he knows I’m in love with Jules. He admitted that he begged Jules to not go further with me because he’s been in love with me. But Jules couldn’t stay away? I don’t know.” Mahina wipes at her nose in a messy show of frustration.

“What the hell… I only found out about Jayden when you left. I had no idea about all the other stuff.”

“I don’t know what to do. Jules still broke my heart; he handled my confession so poorly, it doesn’t matter if Jayden’s words are true or not. But I still…” Mahina doesn’t want to say the words. She feels pathetic. Therapy made the burden easier to carry, it didn’t make her fall out of love with him. At all.

“It’s okay, I get it-”

“But I don’t want to do that to Jayden. I know what heartbreak feels like, I wouldn’t want to do that to Jayden or anyone.”

Brianna immediately pulls her into her body.

“Don’t do that. This situation with Jayden is very different. You wouldn’t be breaking his heart intentionally and you can’t force yourself to fall in love with someone. He’s my brother but I know where your heart is; I’m sure Jayden has already forgiven you.”

Mahina buries her face in Brianna’s warm skin like leech in search of comfort.

“What should I do?”

Mahina whispers brokenly.

“Talk to them. I saw Jules after he left you last night and he looked distraught. I don’t know what you told him but it seemed to have really affected him. I was happy last night but knowing this now…” Brianna trails off with a heavy sigh.

“Okay…”

*********

Growing up, Mahina always organized tasks in order of difficulty. Whether it be chores, homework, questions on exams—she’d run everything through her head and sequence them in easiest to most difficult. Then, she would tackle the easier ones first to get them out of the way. It gave her enough time and motivation to handle the arduous tasks after. That’s why Mahina chooses to speak to Jayden first. Pulling into his driveway again makes her shiver. This is where everything started. It almost feels surreal knowing what she knows now. Jayden suggested they meet at a restaurant for dinner, but Mahina isn’t in the mood to deal with paparazzi and she didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. She’s here to let him down as gently as she can— doing that in public all dressed up just feels cruel. There’s also the small fact that Jayden is not single. Jayden swings the door open on her first knock. He was waiting; no, anticipating. Mahina’s heart plummets.

“Hey. You look beautiful.”

Jayden steps aside for her to enter his modern mansion. It’s the first time Mahina has seen it empty. Just them. Fuck.

“I look awful, Jayden.” She gives a sad little laugh. The bags under her eyes are the kind not even concealers can hide— dark and heavy. She didn’t sleep a wink last night and spent most of the night and morning crying. Her braids are thrown in a sloppy bun and her outfit is nothing more than an oversized shirt with a pair of biker shorts.

“Still beautiful.”

“Jayden… please.”

The man scratches at his cornrows, then his beard. His chest is bare and he wears a pair of red basketball shorts. His bright hazel eyes look a little dull and she hates it. He’s so gorgeous and there was a period in her teenage life where she was crushing on him. But Jayden would make himself scarce sometimes when she came around, so Mahina was convinced he thought of her as his little sister’s annoying friend and nothing more. It was easy to shake after a year and she started viewing him like an annoying big brother again. He was protective of them both and would always buy them snacks or let them play his video games.

“I’m sorry.” He walks over to plop himself on his couch.

“So I’m guessing this visit won’t be pleasant for me huh?” A smirk stretches his plump lips but his sad eyes pin her in place.

Mahina slowly walks over to stand between his opened legs. He sits up, running his hands along the length of her thighs before settling them on her hips.

“I’m sorry, Jayden. I’ve been thinking about you all night and all the things I’ve ever felt for you. I know there was a period in our childhood that I had a silly little crush but… I’ve spent most of my life viewing you as my friend’s brother and that’s it.” Her chin wobbles as she blinks rapidly.

“Don’t cry, Luna. You can’t be sad about that.”

Jayden stands to pull her into his body. He’s the one being rejected and he’s giving her comfort. It makes her cry harder.

“I’m sorry, Jayden.”

He holds her until her sobbing are only little hiccups.

“Please don’t hate me.” She begs pathetically.

He pulls back to look down at her distressed face, wet with tears.

“How could anyone ever hate you, Luna?”

And she’s not sure if it’s the words he utters or the soft look in his eyes, but she grasps his face in her hands, stands on the tips of her toes and pulls him down into a kiss. Jayden’s sigh is one of pure bliss as he melts into it. His lips are warm and his mouth is gentle. Nothing like Jules’ demanding one. The kiss is slow and unhurried. Nothing like the scorching, all consuming way Jules kisses her— like he wants to literally absorb her into his body. And Mahina? Mahina feels nothing. It just feels like she’s touching her lips to another pair of lips. It feels like giving a friend comfort— almost like a hug. Tame. Safe. He doesn’t make her heart race or her skin warm or makes her tummy flutter. Not the way He does. Mahina pulls away from him gently. Jayden tries to chase her lips but she buries her face in his neck.

“I’m sorry, Jayden. I hope you find someone who deserves you. ” She whispers for the umpteenth time.

“It’s okay, Luna. I’ll be okay.”

They stay in each other’s embrace for minutes before Jayden breaks the silence.

“Talk to Jules. He’s pretty torn up.”

“Okay.”

***********

Mahina delays the inevitable for another two days. Jules had answered her phone call after the first ring a few hours ago. She doesn’t want to imagine him staring at his phone for the past couple of days just hoping. He too, invited her out to have a conversation over dinner, but she really isn’t in the mood for that. Not yet. Jules’ apartment complex is a lot more subtle than Jayden’s house but still luxurious. The man is waiting for her in the lobby as she steps out of Brianna’s car. He moves to embrace her when she’s within arms length but thinks better of it at the last second. He drops his hands by his sides uselessly. She’s blown away by how gorgeous he is every time. His features are so delicate against his face, mouth small but lips plump, eyes big, brown and beautiful. His locs frame his face almost lovingly— falling into it without hiding any of his features. She always says she wishes she had turned him down that fateful night they met, but she always laughs at the thought every time she sees him again. No way she would’ve been able to resist. His scent immediately assaults her senses. Gosh she missed him. She missed so much it hurt.

“Hey.” He mumbles with a timid edge to his voice that’s so unlike him.

“Hi.”

Mahina sucks her bottom lip into her mouth as they stand awkwardly in the lobby.

“Should we…?” She trails off and gestures upstairs.

“Oh! Shit, of course.”

Mahina almost breaks into a smile at how flustered he clearly is. They climb the stairs in tense silence. He lives on the third floor so they decided to skip the elevator. Their footsteps echo loudly in the stairwell, drowning out the sound of their ragged breaths— not from exertion but from the anxiety of unsaid words; from the unsurety of where this conversation will lead them.

“Do you want something to drink? I have pink lemonade.” Is the first thing out of his mouth as he closes the door behind them.

Mahina wants to laugh at him trying to bait her with her favourite drink.

“Yes please.”

She makes herself comfortable on his white couch like she used to do many times before. He returns and places the drink on the small coffee table in front of the couch.

“Do you want to watch someth-”

“No, Jules. We need to talk.” She says solemnly.

“You’re right.”

“So talk. I was at- I heard Jayden’s side but I want to hear it from you.”

“What exactly did Jayden say?”

His tone isn’t angry, just doubtful.

“Doesn’t matter. Tell me your side of the story.”

He scrubs a heavy hand down his face. His shoulders suddenly slump under the weight of the feelings he has been carrying.

“I… I’m going to be honest; at first it was just hooking up, you’re beautiful and the moment I saw you at his party I knew I wanted to… get involved.” He says with a furrow between his brows, like the words aren’t exactly what he wanted to say. But Mahina sits patiently.

“I remember exactly when my feelings… flipped? changed?”

He almost seems frustrated, and Mahina knows that he struggles to find the right words in English sometimes so she encourages him.

“I understand what you mean, go on.”

“It was after that battering we took. We lost by four goals, and two of those goals were my fault. I was feeling like shit, but you came over anyway. You came over without me asking. You came in and you made me a meal and you rubbed my shoulders and you let me just… be angry in your presence. No words, no sex. You were just here for me, a quiet reassurance?”

She nods, her throat tightening up. She remembers vividly. By that time, she was already feeling things for him deeply as well.

“That’s when I first brought it up to Jayden. I think he always suspected we might’ve been hooking up but he ignored it. I spoke to him about dating you. He pretended to support me at first, but a couple days later, after another victory he threw another party and got drunk. That’s when he confessed. I felt like shit.” He sucks in deep breath, his index fingers tracing aimless patterns against his knee.

“I promised I wouldn’t go further with you and I tried to stop seeing you. I swear I did, but I just couldn’t. It wasn’t just the mind blowing sex, it was just your very presence. Your quiet understanding. Your pretty smile, your boisterous laugh.” He laughs a little before continuing. “In my stupid head I thought we could both ignore our feelings and just enjoy each other. Jayden realized I was still… so things grew a little tense between us but I told him I haven’t-”

“This is all so stupid.” Mahina laughs incredulously.

“You’re both grown men who put me in such a shitty position just because none of you wanted to open your fucking mouth to say something?!

Jules drops his head to avoid her eyes.

“I can’t apologize enough, Mahina. When Brianna told me you left, it felt like my heart..” he trails off to gesticulate a ripping motion with both his hands.

“So, you’re trying to tell me you liked me all that time? Even though you were parading all those women in my face?”

“I thought… It would help both of us get over our feelings and also convince Jayden that nothing serious was happening between us. It was stupid and nothing happened between me and most of them.”

Mahina sighs. Reaching for the bottle, she takes several sips of juice. What he’s saying makes sense but it’s still so childish and ridiculous she doesn’t even know how to start processing all of it.

“Sounds stupid right?”

“Yes it does. Do you know how it feels seeing someone you love with another person?” Her eyes are getting teary again and she groans in frustration.

“No. You’ve never been with anyone else.”

It takes a few seconds for her to notice and she laughs when she does.

“So you love me now?”

Mahina stands from his couch.

“It was good to see you, Jules.”

He stands and grasps her wrist gently.

“Please Mahina, please. Don’t leave like this.”

Her skin burns where he touches her. The menagerie is released to create a stampede in her lower belly. Why does he affect her like this? Because you’re in love, idiot.

“You can’t expect me to just… after one conversation, Jules. You really hurt me.”

She’s teary eyed but she melts against his body that suddenly pressed to her back.

“I know, Mahina. I just need the chance to show you how sorry I am. Just one chance to prove to you that I actually feel what I say I do.” His lips are warm against her shoulder and she sighs in content.

“I live in London. Your schedule is packed.”

“I’ll call you regularly. I’ll come visit if you’ll allow me when you can’t.”

His hands rub at her sides tenderly.

“I… It's going to be difficult. I’m going to push at every opportunity. I love you, but I have some resentment that I can’t just let go of.”

“And I still want to try.”

It couldn’t hurt to try, right?

That question is answered for her when he slowly tilts her head in his direction and captures her lips in a kiss. Mahina shivers down to her very toes; her very soul sings at finally being reunited with the man she loves. No matter how much she tried to deny it, it was always him for her. She just prays he feels the same.

“Okay. We can try.”

[january-summers]

Just thinking about how the Doc thing could have been more painful, if we’d gotten the Chorus battle.

Under the cut because this got wordy, and also spoilers.

Picture it. We see Washington go down, bleeding out, and Doc races to his side, promises that Wash is going to be okay, and then an explosion goes off and Doc gets hit by shrapnel or shot, and more medics, maybe Grey arrives, but the sound is gone, and first watch through, we assume we’re experiencing Wash’s “too close to that boom” hearing loss.

But the action switches back to Carolina or the Reds and Blues, and we don’t know who survives, or if anyone does, but the team is told “Wash and Doc were amongst the casualties” and Wash is being kept unconscious, because his injuries.

Later, Tucker and Carolina go to visit Wash, who’s still unconscious, and Carolina goes to track down Grey and Tucker is left standing there, watching Wash. The image flickers and for a split second it’s Maine watching Wash on the MoI, Sigma over his shoulder. But Sigma takes a second too long to vanish, remaining for a brief heart beat after the image returns to the present. And that’s when Sigma starts Meta-fying Tucker.

The Reds are talking to Grey when Carolina gets to her, and Sarge says something along the lines of Doc is one of them, they should go see him. I’m imagining him saying something that, on first watch sounds like they’re going to visit him in recovery, but if you stop and think it seems weird for Sarge to care that much. Second watch you realise they mean they’re going to visit the morgue.

Later still, Carolina has to go off to deal with the UNSC on behalf of Chorus, so she’s not there when Tucker starts acting weird, but before she leaves she tells an awake Wash, who thinks he should be allowed to leave already, to make sure his emergency beacon is working before he escapes the hospital, so if he exacerbates his injuries Carolina can be there in a heartbeat to scold him. (And help him out.)

Insert some “hey we’re (as far as we know) the sole survivors of PFL and all its fucked up shit and no one else is going to understand what I went through if you’re gone” emotional banter before she leaves. Once the door closes Wash says something that’s the affection version of calling Carolina a worry-wart. Pan over to Doc sitting in one of the visitor chairs and he berates Wash, reminding him it was a really close call, and that Wash has really almost does this time.

Meanwhile, the Meta starts to Meta, leading the Reds (including Donut) and Caboose on a chase as they begin to figure out what’s happening to him. Maybe one of the fragments jumps ship to one of the others? Maybe Record-Epsilon as canon?

Doesn’t matter, this is about Doc’s reveal. Someone gets word to Wash about what’s going on, or maybe he sees on the news first, but he gets word where the team is going, back to where it all began for them. Bloodgulch. Maybe hoping Bloodgulch will mean enough to Tucker to help him fight back.

Doc and Wash talk about why Wash has to go, because in the end he couldn’t save Maine, just like he couldn’t save Connie or the other Freelancers, like he couldn’t save Alpha or Delta or Epsilon, just like he could’t… the point is he wants to stop loosing people, and if he doesn’t at least try, maybe they shouldn’t have saved him (Wash).

The duo arrives to see the remaining Reds and Blues trying to fight the Meta (I keep portmanteau-ing him as MeTucker in my head, but pronouncing it Meh-Tucker) and he gets one of the team on radio to discover they haven’t called Carolina, or they have and they can’t get a hold of her, but Caboose has a plan, maybe.

Up on the cliff, because they got dropped off in the wrong place, Wash and Doc have another conversation. Wash lays out the plan: he can get Carolina there, by setting off his emergency beacon. He’s not recovered enough to be much use in a fight, but he can set off his beacon, he’s just got to set it off.

Doc says he can set it off for Wash, he doesn’t need to jump. And Wash looks at Doc quietly, and says “no you can’t.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” Doc tells him, “you don’t need to die to make up for it. It was my job, not that I was ever really good at it.”

“Yeah it was, Doc, but don’t worry, I’m not going to undo all your hard work. I don’t get to die, that’s my punishment for all the things I’ve done. I have to live with the consequences.”

And then he yeets himself off the cliff and flails all the way down. Doc is waiting for him at the bottom, telling him not to move even as Wash drags himself up so he can see the battlefield.

Afterwards, after Carolina has watched Caboose carry out Tex’s final plan, she tracks down Wash, who’s waiting quietly with Doc.

“Is Tucker…” Wash starts to ask, but can’t get it out, because what if the answer is bad.

“He’s alive,” Carolina tells him anyway, “I don’t know if he’ll be okay though. We should be there for him.”

“Yeah.”

“Are you gonna be okay?”

“Yeah, suit took most of the fall damage.”

“That’s not what I meant. Wash, what happened to Doc, it wasn’t your fault.”

“Yes it was.”

Carolina looks away, but Doc cuts in, “it was my job, Wash. You didn’t fail me, and you didn’t fail Tucker, you can’t keep holding on to all that guilt. I’ve told you that before, you didn’t listen to me back then, but maybe it’s time to. Let it go Wash, let me go, don’t fall into the same trap as the Director, don’t chase ghosts when there are people who still need you to be there.”

*Flashback*

The scene where Wash and Doc got injured, but the audio is audible this time. One of the medics checks Doc and declares him deceased, Grey tells them to focus on Wash, DuFresne got far enough into treating Wash that he’s not going to die, but they need to get him seen to or that’s going to change quickly.

*End Flashback*

Carolina echoes Doc’s statement, that Wash isn’t to blame for everyone they’ve lost, and that he still has the Blues, and Carolina… and the Reds too.

And Wash has his goodbye moment with Doc, and yeah maybe all the Freelancers (not the Triplets because they showed up during the Chorus battle and they’re helping Kimball atm).

And Wash tells Carolina that he doesn’t ever know if he’s going to be okay, but he’s not going to abandon his team, or her.

And Carolina says, “okay, let’s go home, and gestures to Blue base.”

“Okay,” Washington says, and then, “by the way my leg is like, super broken and I can’t stand.”

So Carolina calls over Locus, who the others picked up during their run around plot stuffs, and he carries Wash into Blue Base.

-

By the ways this was originally supposed to just be “wash tells doc The Plan and doc says ‘but i can set the beacon off for you!?’ And wash says ‘no you can’t’ because he knows doc isn’t real.” But then double fake out death scene.

(Also would have preferred no one die at all, but fine if you’re gonna do it anyway…)

[skyloftian-nutcase]

So I’m kinda curious, I know you said you are not much of a shipping person (aside from like SkSw Zelink and Miphlink) but are there any of the popular ships that stand out either as ones you think are cute or ones you really do not like?

Hmmm 🤔 I’m fairly neutral or just meh about most, but I guess there are a few that stand out? Or maybe I should just list my opinions on the major ones I know of?

BotW Zelink - I don’t mind it post Calamity. Not really into it pre-calamity, it feels like it’s at the expense of a relationship that’s already there (Mipha and Link). But dang the two definitely would be close after the calamity, given that they’re the only ones who have such a shared experience. I could see it being romantic or platonic, and there’s kind of a heavy leaning towards romantic but then totk also makes it seem platonic sometimes too?? Whatever. Nintendo likes to be vague (except Skyward Sword, let’s be real, nothing about that was vague lol), but I can see it happening after everything.

Midlink - I think it’s sweet. I think in canon Link’s most likely gonna either be with Ilia or someone we don’t even see in the game as he travels, but Midna definitely could’ve had a chance with him if there’d been more time for them. They had good chemistry, and the physical attraction was clearly there when Link saw her true form.

OoT Zelink - Nope. Especially Adult Timeline, absolutely not. It’s a pet peeve of mine that people ship this Link with anyone in the Adult Timeline - he is a child in a teenager’s body. NO. Sure, his body might be attracted to people, but his brain sure ain’t figuring it out, and anybody who wants to explore that just… no. NO. As for Child Timeline, I feel like this Link has a hard time reconciling what happened, has a hard time letting go, and would therefore have a really difficult time separating Child Timeline Zelda from Adult Timeline Zelda and that would lead to too many mixed feelings. I can’t see them getting together. This ship is either entirely one sided (I can 100% see Adult Timeline Zelda romanticizing the Hero she’s been waiting for before she really realizes that he’s still a kid, if she ever realizes it) or nonexistent.

Malink - I quite like it. I honestly didn’t really see it in the game, there’s like… enough for it to happen, I guess, but admittedly Linked Universe has made me biased. But given that it’s heavily implied TP Link and OoT Link are related, and TP Link knows Epona’s song, and Malon was a friend of Link’s, and she talks of marrying a knight in shining armor, and Shade is a knight in shining armor… I can put two and two together. And I think they’d be cute together.

Sidlink - Just… why. I get that half the fandom is in love with Sidon, so they project that, but good grief. Link was engaged to his sister. That’s some Hamlet level incest nonsense there. Link may not remember Mipha all that well but Sidon freaking does. Just because the dude is ridiculously sweet and supportive to literally everyone and about literally everything doesn’t mean he’s romantically inclined towards everyone. He’s a golden retriever, there are two brain cells firing between those fins, let the man just be happy and vibe, good grief. I had this opinion before totk came out, and then the addition of Yona made me laugh because I knew the fandom would blow up about it, but she’s honestly really sweet and good for him - I loved when she called him out to help him, she’s a good wife, I like her 😤

Uh… I think those are all the popular ships I have any kind of actual opinions about? Aside from Skyward Sword Zelink and Miphlink, love them both, mwuah. The rest I’m just meh. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Honestly, I’m very inclined to say that just because two people share oxygen together doesn’t mean they’re gonna fall in love. Just because two people might have some chemistry doesn’t mean they’re gonna fall in love. And just because two hormonal teenagers think each other is hot does not mean they’re gonna end up together. But since romance is such a huge thing in fandoms and in our culture, and I am very much not in a romantic relationship and therefore the culture makes me feel like my life is incomplete, I am not very inclined to get into shipping all that much (translation: sometimes shipping is downright annoying to me, and I hate it when fandoms ship characters together just because they like each other as if other relationships can’t even exist or be meaningful), even the ones that I love. My biggest weakness is loving families, though, so that’s usually where I cheat lol.

[tgmsunmontue]

You need to learn how to fall 1/10

Hangster (and IceMav) - Bradley is too tall to be a naval aviator and instead becomes a sky diver, specialising in spin recovery. He is a civilian contractor to the Airforce and Navy to teach pilots how to survive parachute spins from ejections. A more in-depth version of this.

PROLOGUE

1998

                “Okay buddy, fifteenth birthday! Stand up against the wall. Got to measure you for prosperity!”

                “Can you reach above my head still Mav?”

                “Excuse you! Uh… actually. Ice? You want to… um, do the mark?”

                Tom steps up and he smiles softly at Bradley, sharing the shared smile of being used to humoring Maverick. Bradley is tall, taller than his father by several inches and Tom wonders if he knows.

                “You’re six foot and three inches.”

                “Fuck.”

                “Language,” Tom murmurs quietly, but he’s guessing Bradley does indeed know the height restrictions for naval aviators. Not that it would stop him joining the Navy, but it would stop him from flying. The rate he’s going he’s going to be taller than Tom, is already taller than Mav by several inches.

1999

                “We’re not going to have to tell him no,” Mav says. The ink from the biro marking six foot and six inches would still smudge if they touched it.

                “No, we won’t. You need to reign in your happiness about him not being able to apply though.”

                “At least he knows now, won’t even apply for that programme…”

                “Who knows, not us. And probably not Bradley. He’s just turned sixteen. Let him figure out his own path…”

                “Stay?”

                “You know I can’t…”

                “Can’t or won’t?”

                “Don’t start Mav.”

                “Sure. Okay.”

                “I’ll see you later.”

                “Sure.”

2000

                “How many applications have you made?”

                “Meh, about five. All within state except one. I don’t want to be too far away.”

                “Planes exist you know. What are you thinking?”

                “Something in the sciences. It’s easy.”

                “Okay, you let us know if there’s something you’re interested in though okay?”

                “Sure thing Ice.”

2001

                “You got me a skydive?”

                “Yeah. I thought we could go and do it together!”

                “Oh my god this is so cool! Thanks Mav!”

                “Well, you only turn eighteen once!”

                A few weeks later, standing out on the airstrip Tom looks at the clear blue sky. It is a beautiful day for flying. Flying. Jumping out of planes is another matter.

                “Can I just state for the record that I think this is a bad idea?” Tom asks, peering at the small plane through his aviators. The pilot and jumpers are doing a whole bunch of safety checks and part of him itches to go over and double check everything.

                “Is it so you can tell me you told me so later?”

                “Yes.”

                “Sure. You know it never stops me.”

                “Unfortunately. I’ll see you when you’re finished I guess.”

                He’s officially given up smoking, but he still finds himself sucking at a cigarette, nervous beyond belief that something is going to go wrong.

                Nothing does though, and they land not very far away, driven to where Tom is waiting by the chase vehicle.

                “Fucking hell… that was…” Mav is pale, eye wide and ringed with white.

                “AMAZING! Oh my god, I want to do it again! Can I do it again? Man what a rush!”

                Tom watches Bradley go and talk to the two jumpers and gets a sense of unease. Moves closer to Mav who isn’t shaking but also doesn’t look happy.

                “That was the worst experience of my life. Why would anyone jump out of a perfectly functioning plane?”

                “Was your dumb idea.”

                He isn’t surprised that night when his phone rings in the early hours and he can hear stuttered breathing over the line.

                “Mav? That you?”

                “Yeah. Sorry.”

                “Nightmare?”

                “Yeah.”

                “Goose?”

                “Ha! No… God. I wish. No. Bradley. Him dying. What have I done?”

                Ice lets out a long breath into the silence and lies back in his bed, wishes he could reach out through the phone line and hold Mav close to him.

                “You’ve raised a happy, confident young man. Against all odds, he’s well adjusted.”

                “I think you can take most of the credit for that.”

                “And you need to take credit for his love of sky diving… it’s okay Mav. There are so many safety precautions. You don’t think I looked into it before I let you two go up?”

                “Yeah?’

                “Yeah. We can’t protect him from everything. We’ll deal with it the best we can.”

2002

                “I thought you were doing something chemistry related?” Mav says, looking at the text books Bradley has just dumped on the table. Tom is ordering pizza, only half-listening to the conversation.

                “I was, but I looked into some stuff and I’m going to do physics and human performance science. Maybe some business papers as well.”

                “What are you going to use that for?”

                “Skydiving!” Bradley says, expression clearly informing Mav he thinks he’s an idiot for needing to ask.

                “Uh…”

                “I’m going to become a Skydiving instructor. I need to get my A and B licenses, then an additional hundred jumps. Then I can start coaching alongside other instructors. I need to do another two hundred jumps then, and there’s a list of requirements. There are things like accelerated free fall which looks so cool. Then I have to do a course… I figure I can become a tandem instructor by the time I finish my degree.”

                Tom meets Mav’s eyes across the table and they both keep their mouths shut. He knows he’s not the only one hoping that it’s only a passing phase.

                It doesn’t pass.

2003-2006 - The early years

[itzchrissydoesstuff]

🍞Ticklish👑

A Silly Trinity (Breadwinners & Michael Jackson crossover) fanfic

Synopsis: During one of their visits to Neverland Ranch, SwaySway and Buhdeuce find out that Michael is extremely ticklish, therefore, they decide to use this new piece of information to their advantage…

Content warnings(s): meh, just silly stuff 🤪

Author’s Note: Hiii!! This is my first one shot fanfiction. Constructive criticism and suggestions are welcome! Also, HOOOO BOY, this took a lot out of me 🥱 one more thing, THIS IS JUST A JOKE! Please don’t take it seriously. K byeeeeee

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*Neverland Ranch*

“BAP!!” Buhdeuce jumped up in front of SwaySway, who was lying on the couch watching the tv in the living room of Michael’s house at Neverland.

“Ah-!“ Before SwaySway could finish his small yelp out of frightened surprise, he fell face flat on the floor. A few seconds later, he carefully rose from the floor and sat up on the couch.

“Buhdeuce, you surprised me!” He said with a small grin on his face, still a little shook from Buhdeuce’s sudden entrance. “What’s up, bap?”

Buhdeuce jumped up and sat down next to SwaySway on the couch. His face was lit up with excitement that he couldn’t sit entirely still. “You won’t believe what I just found out about Michael!”

“Ooh, what is it?” SwaySway turned to look at Buhdeuce. From the looks of how eager Buhdeuce was, SwaySway became intrigued in what his best bap wanted to share with him.

“It turns out that Michael is extremely ticklish! I saw a clip online earlier this morning where Michael got his foot tickled by… oh, what’s the director’s name?” Buhdeuce’s face immediately went from excited to perplexed as he couldn’t figure who else was in said clip.

“We can figure that out later.” SwaySway interrupted to spare Buhdeuce the time to think. “So, why is this so exciting to you?”

Buhdeuce’s smile suddenly turned into a mischievous smirk as he giggled and stood up on the couch on his tippy toes to whisper in SwaySway’s ear.

“What if we snuck up on Michael and tickled him non stop? He won’t see it coming!” Buhdeuce whispered as quiet as he could just in case Michael or anyone else was listening.

SwaySway let out a quiet gasp and like Buhdeuce, he started to show a mischievous smirk on his face. He certainly liked the sound of that idea. The two looked at each with the same look on their faces as they started to plot their silly ambush that Michael had no idea was coming.

“This is gonna be so hilarious” SwaySway grinned. “Wait, where is Michael anyway?”

“I think he’s in his bedroom. He probably had to take care of something.”

“That makes sense.”

“Oh my bap, I can’t wait to see the look on his face once we start tickling him!” Buhdeuce chuckled in anticipation.

“I know, right? He won’t know what hit him!” SwaySway smiled along with his bap.

The two baps chuckled mischievously while rubbing their hands together as if they were planning something diabolical (which they technically were). There was no doubt that this was going to be the most hilarious and silly thing they’ve ever done. Their anticipation was quickly cut short when they both heard footsteps coming from the stairs.

SwaySway quickly turned his head and then whispered to Buhdeuce. “I think he’s coming! Quick! Hide!” The baps crawled and hid under the couch before Michael came into the living room, his poor soul not knowing what was coming for him.

As Michael walked into the living room, he saw the tv still running, but to his surprise, no one was in there.

That’s weird… Michael thought to himself. SwaySway and Buhdeuce were just here. I was only gone for two minutes.

It’s true that SwaySway and Buhdeuce often got themselves into crazy shenanigans, but little did Michael know, he was in for a real surprise. “SwaySway? Buhdeuce?” He called out for them, no answer.

Meanwhile, the duck duo was still hiding under the couch, holding back laughter like their lives depended on it. It was so funny to them how Michael had no idea where they were and wasn’t expecting what was to happen in a moment.

“Alright.” SwaySway whispered as quietly as he possibly could. “On the count of three, we’re gonna jump out, tackle him, and then, it’s tickle time!”

Michael walked over to the window to see the rocket van still facing downwards from when SwaySway and Buhdeuce crash landed. There’s no way they’d left if the van is still there. While Michael was thinking about where the ducks could be, there was a sudden noise.

Buhdeuce had such a hard time keeping in his laughter, a small giggle had slipped out his beak. Before he could let out some more and blow their cover, his beak was covered by SwaySway, who told him to ‘Shh’. Just when they thought they were safe, they heard footsteps again, and this time, it was coming closer to them.

“I think he’s coming towards us! It’s now or never.” SwaySway quietly alerted his smaller bap. “On the count of three, we’re gonna jump out and tickle him.”

“Guys, is this some sort of trick you’re playing on me? Very funny.” Michael said, trying to get the ducks out of hiding.

“You ready, bap?” SwaySway double checked with Buhdeuce.

“I’m not just ready, I’m bready!”

Michael slowly approached the couch, certain that SwaySway and Buhdeuce were hiding under. “What’re you guys up to?” He questioned.

Without another second to waste, SwaySway slowly counted to three. “One… two… THREE!!”

Right before Michael could get any closer, SwaySway and Buhdeuce jumped out from under the couch and tackled Michael in an instant, causing him and the ducks to fall back on the carpet, narrowly missing the coffee table and Michael’s fedora flying off his head.

“AAH-!” Michael shouted from the sudden impact. Just when he thought it was all over, he started to feel a funny sensation coursing all throughout his body. He lifted his head to find SwaySway and Buhdeuce tickling him from head to toe.

“What the? SwaySway! Buhdeuce! What’re you…” Before Michael could finish his question, his screams immediately turned into laughter as the funny sensation from being tickled took over him.

“Wow, Buhdeuce!” SwaySway giggled as he tickled Michael’s side. “You were right! Michael is SUPER ticklish.”

“Yep yep!” Buhdeuce agreed.

“Wait- ahahahahaha!” Michael struggled to speak as he couldn’t stop laughing so much. “Where were you- AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

As the ducks continued to tickle the very ticklish man, from his arms and stomach, to his shoulders and legs. As they went on, Michael was rocking from side to side on the floor, his laughter becoming louder.

“NOO, stop- AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” He demanded. But as much as he tried to reason with them and break free from their sudden ambush, they continued their silly shenanigans. It wasn’t even long before Michael gave in and succumbed to their tickle attack, still laughing like there was no tomorrow.

“AHAHAHAHAHA!! That- AHAHA!! …tickles so… AHAHAHA! …so much!!” Michael was laughing and hollering so much, tears were forming in his eyes and rolling down his face.

The baps chuckled at Michael’s silly, vulnerable state as they showed him no mercy, whatsoever. “Tickle, tickle, tickle! How you like that, Mike?” SwaySway teased. Buhdeuce chimes in. “Look at you. You’re a hollering mess!”

“AAH NOO- AHAHAHAHAHA!!” Michael continued to squirm around, hollering with laughter, tears streaming from his eyes from the extreme, silly sensation coursing through his body.

Eventually, the ducks look at each other with mischievous smiles on their faces. Agreeing that they’ve tickled Michael enough, their hands slow down and retreat from Michael’s body. They look over at Michael, who’s down on the floor laughing his head off, also hyperventilating with his face riddled in tears.

“O-oh…” Michael tried to speak between jagged breaths. “…my gosh…” He was completely out of it, he couldn’t even move as his chest moved up and down from breathing so rapidly, his heartbeat racing like crazy.

Sway and Deucer continue to look down at Michael, giggling with pride at what they’ve done to him. Soon enough, Michael’s breathing starts to regulate again. He sits up to look at the ducks, smiling and chuckling from their goofy little prank.

“Oh, you guys!” Michael giggled. “You got me REAL good.”

“We sure did!” Buhdeuce looked at SwaySway. “We just couldn’t not pull a good prank on you, Michael.”

“Well, I think I needed that.” Michael grabbed his fedora to put it back on. “You guys never fail to keep me on my toes and cracking up.”

The three of them stand back up, SwaySway holding Buhdeuce in his arms. “Well, we’re not called The Silly Trinity for nothing” Sway grinned. “Yep yep!” Buhdeuce agreed, giggling in SwaySway’s arms.

“That’s true, but now…” Michael began to wiggle his fingers. “…it’s my turn now!”

SwaySway and Buhdeuce are caught off guard, realizing it’s THEIR turn to be tickled now. In an instant, Sway starts sprinting away from Michael, Buhdeuce still in his arms as Michael runs after them, continuing their goofy shenanigans.

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Written by ChrissyDoesStuff

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