#they don’t need to go w me sorry i know how cities work i’m always fine 😭😭😭

[bibleofficial]

at breakfast this morning i was talking to the guide abt speed running the vatican & she got a bowl of ‘blueberries’ but they were fucking OLIVES

[becomingmina]

FUCKBOY MIN 2. little series w/ LEEKNOW + HYUNJIN

18+ ONLY! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

pairing: hwang hyunjin x female reader x lee minho genre + warnings: slight angst wc: 3.5k mina's note: I really enjoyed writing this. Sorry it took a while! This part was was like a filler, I know.

other works here ; any comments and thoughts you can drop them here ; ty for reading.

series chapter ➵ part one, part three ending one

“You done crying yet or?” Hyunjin jokes after watching over you for the past thirty minutes. He was in the drivers seat handing out countless tissues to you, who was in his passenger’s.

“Hyunjin, stop,” you crack up at his teasing. You were done crying now, you just weren’t done being upset yet. A heavy feeling still lingering around your shoulders as you try your best to block out Minho’s words circulating in your head.

“Are you still not going to tell me what he said to you in the bathroom?” A hand comes to wipe away the last of your tears, his tone gentler now.

Hyunjin can see the marks on your neck, anyone can. He can tell what happened in the bathroom and he knows Minho must’ve said something to overwhelmed you to cry, but he just doesn’t know what exactly.

“I don’t want to re-live it Hyunjin,” you couldn’t tell him. You didn’t want to tell him that you said the L word to Minho within the same month you got rejected by him. Hyunjin could never judge you for that but how can you tell him without telling the whole thing, how it was forced out of you. Dirty? Dirty because of Hyunjin? The words repeats again, haunting you. Hyunjin was involved in Minho’s mean and hurtful words and you feel guilty. Hyunjin did absolutely nothing wrong, he didn’t deserved to be dragged into whatever mess was going on between you and Minho.

“Why? Is it because you might cry again?” He playfully says, not wanting you to feel downhearted at your own actions. He lets out a giggle after observing how you quickly pierced your eyes at him sassily - something you picked up from him. It doesn't matter what situation you're in, Hyunjin always makes it light hearted. He's so playful but in a way where he is still careful and you never fail to warm up to him. Just like this moment.

“I just got my heart broken by the city’s fuckboy, I don’t need the city’s heartbreaker to feed into it,” you chuckle and he follows with furrowed brows, unable to keep a straight face at the names.

“Those names are crazy Y/N,” he remarks.

“I actually don’t think you’re a heartbreaker Hyunjin, it’s just what everyone calls you,” you reassured him, hand finding his to give him a tight squeeze.

"I probably am one," he held yours back tighter, letting you know he didn’t take it to heart. "I'm curious though," he continues .

“Hmm?”

“Curious to why the city’s fuckboy keeps yelling at you,” you eyed him again, arms crossed this time with a fake pout. “Or is it that you’re just a cry baby?” he laughs but he was serious though, he wanted to see why Minho keeps leaving you in tears.

“I’m not a cry baby,” you defend yourself. “You’re probably tired of me crying hey? I know how to smile too!” To be fair, you were kind of a cry baby especially as this is the second time he has picked you up and wiped away your tears, all within a month.

“Wait, can you actually?” he continues.

“I’m actually really sweet Hyunjin, I promise!”

“How about the city’s heartbreaker takes you out one day?” The tension from the incident with Minho start to disappear as Hyunjin slowly soothes it, directing your attention somewhere else - something he is very good at.

“Hmm?” brows furrowed together. His question had taken you by surprise, you were unsure if he was serious. “Like on a date?” You clarified.

“Mhmm,” he confirmed. “So you can show me how sweet you can be and that you’re not just a cry baby.” He already knows how sweet you are. Last couple of weeks you guys spent together talking about everything and nothings have really shown him what type of person you are. You were caring, cheerful, playful. You loved to tease, loves to be teased and takes on jokes like a champ. You were just full of laughter and happiness and meeting someone like you is hard for Hyunjin. It seems that he has developed a soft spot for you, but unlike Minho he isn’t afraid to show you.

You just giggle back, unaware of the thoughts going through Hyunjin’s head, everything falling into silence right after.

Hyunjin is a lovely person and you hate to say yes just to distract yourself from Minho. But Hyunjin has that effect on you, where he has made you forgot about Minho whenever you’re with him. You don’t know how to explain it. Like earlier tonight before all of this, when you went with him to the party, you had zero care for anyone and anything besides Hyunjin and wine. Or like right now, Minho was slowly fading away in your head. If you give him a chance, maybe he’ll be better than Minho. He always was, seeing as he was the one who was here, unlike Minho who didn’t even chase after you.

“Hyune?”

“Hmm?”

“A date with you sounds cool,” your silly smile returning. He couldn’t control his smile back, his eyes turning into thin lines as his upper lips disappears a little showing his white pearlys.

The man who broke your heart an hour ago long forgotten, in moments like this.

+

“You okay hyung?” Han asks, after observing Minho for the past hour just downing his drinks.

“Yeah.. Good.. I’m good.” Minho could barely reply, slurring on his words clearly intoxicated.

“What happened in the bathroom? What did you do to her?” Han was worried about you both. He still doesn't understand what you did to get Minho to push you away like that, especially when Minho would used to reschedule his plans with Han and their friend group just to be with you. It was clear to Han that you guys had something going on. Minho wasn’t much of a drinker too but seeing him suddenly finish all these drinks made Han sense something was up.

“Nothing, I just.. Nothing just shooed her away like usual,” Minho replied, acting uninterested in the conversation.

“Marks on your neck tells me otherwise,” Han replied back, eyeing up at his hyung. Minho doesn’t reply, instead he stays quiet, one hand coming into contact with the marks you left on his skin. His head is in a daze, the scene of you pressing kisses to his neck, how soft your plump lips felt, your tiny hands holding the back of his neck to keep him in place while the other was wrapped around his..

“Hyung? Hey hyung?” Han snaps the older man out of his thoughts, holding him by the shoulder trying to steady him. “She’s a good girl. If you don’t like her don’t do that to her.”

“She gave me the marks Jisung.. I didn’t do anything to her,” Minho huffed, trying to defend himself.

“Sure, it’s not like she didn’t walk out of the bathroom with marks herself,” Minho just rolls his eyes. “If you don’t like her like that, stop hurting her.”

“Looks like you also want to fuck her, seeing as how you’re talking about her-”

“-Just because I feel sorry for her doesn’t mean I want to fuck her, hyung. No girl should be treated like that,”

“Whatever,” Minho pushes the smaller boy’s arms off his shoulders making him stumble back a bit.

“See how you act? You’re a dick. How is it that every other girl gets let off easily when they admit they like you and when Y/N does it she gets yelled at?” Han was over his hyung’s antics, also fuming from the way he was pushed even though he was only trying to help him up.

“Last month you pushed her away then tonight you’re all over her again just because she’s with someone else. You’re so possessive. What did you do to her in the bathroom?!” Han has never called Minho out like this but the way Minho acted was very possessive. It was like he hates seeing other people interested or talk about things that was his. In this instance, you.

“I don’t know,” as much as he hates to admit it, your words engraved itself to his brain. He couldn’t come up with a reason why he treated you the way he did tonight or ever. Just the words I love you bouncing in his head, hitting every surface of his brain. Did he like you back? He’s not in-love with you right? Or was he just possessive over you? Did he want you to himself only? Minho was overwhelmed with his thoughts, unable to voice anything else, eyes just seeking some sort of help from the younger boy.

“You okay hyung?”

“No.”

+

A couple weeks go by and Minho catches himself thinking about you every second pf his day. He doesn’t know how to make it stop. He contacted so many girl just to ghost them before they meet up as he has this feeling of guilt. Not towards the girls, they don’t mean anything to him but guilt towards you. It was like he was doing something wrong to you. But you weren’t even his and he doesn’t even like you back. He has just be constantly in and out, and his friends aren’t any help either. Well to be fair, he’s only been keeping his thoughts to himself so it’s not really his friend’s fault. But you and Hyunjin has been the topic of the week, updates of where you guys went or what you guys did was brought up every single day in conversation.. well ofcourse it would, seeing as how Hyunjin and Minho shares mutual friends.

“You think he really likes her?” Felix asks the others.

“Yeah, if he didn’t he wouldn’t have come with her to the party the other week,” Chan clarified and they nod in agreement.

“Why wonder we haven’t seen him all of last month, he was with Y/N.”

Minho listens to the conversation, quietly contributing and attacking Hyunjin in his head. Yeah but she doesn’t like him. She clearly loves someone else.

“Wasn’t she one of your flings?” Chan’s question wakes Minho up.

“Hmm? Y/N?” Your name comes out more tender than expected from his lips. “I don’t remember,” Minho lies.

“Anyways, I reckon the photo he took of her from earlier this week was cute,” Seungmin says, the rest giggling like high school girls at their friends love life.

“Looks like the heartbreaker Hyunjin found someone he really likes.”

“And Y/N seems to really like him too,” Minho was furious, wanting to tell them what the reality was but even himself wasn’t sure if it was true anymore. Maybe you have fallen for Hyunjin. Maybe you have forgotten all about Minho now.

He looks to his side, watching Felix swipe through Hyunjin’s instagram story. It was the first time he saw you since. You were as pretty as ever. Hair in a half up half down look, in a black dress looking and smiling at Hyunjin’s camera.

Hyunjin had taken you out to one of his favourite bakery and art museum. He had told you to wear something pretty, and be ready by noon. You got dolled up, picking out your most gorgeous dress and by the time he promised, he messaged you to come outside. Hyunjin was lean up against his car, his camera strap across his body, a small bouquet in his hand. It was something you never experienced before, you couldn’t help but smile instantly at the sight. Oh how sweet he was, and definitely very handsome.

“You look like you can be very sweet, Y/N,” he playfully says before pulling you into a hug. You hold him back, arms wrapping around his body pressing your cheeks against his toned chest, staying there a little bit longer than you extended.

“Ready to go?” He asks, and you remove yourself.

“Mhmm, ready to go and ready to show you I can be sweet!” The conversation you had with yourself, a couple days ago still implanted in your head. You will give it a try with Hyunjin. He has always treated you well, despite his title he received from everyone, but a little part of you is afraid. Minho treated you well too, but turned his back on you the second you liked him. You were afraid you were going to fall for it again. Hyunjin could never make you fall for him then ditch you right? But to be honest, has Minho ever picked you up in broad day light like this? No. You guys would sneak around all the time, and was only ever relaxed in a closed off area - that being his house. Minho has never planned a date this. But did your heart wanted that more than this? A unlike tingling heavy feeling fallen in your chest, the feeling is different.

As Felix continues to tap his screen, more images of the date appears. You guys spend a while in the coffee shop just goofing around with each other, then at the art museum.. Oh the art museum.. countless photos of you standing infront of and looking at the art works makes Minho go red.

“Fuck-” Minho bites, fist forming into balls as he feels his blood boiling. Minho was angry now, he was jealous. He didn’t ever show you off like this and was mad someone was able to do.

“Gotta go, gotta go call Bella,” Minho walks out, everyone else looking around trying to seek a reason why he was acting like that.

+

It was dark and late, 9pm to be exact. Silence fill the air as you and Hyunjin both just sit in his car. You shyly glance over to him, unsure of what to do now, he just gives you a smile. You really enjoyed your day with him, it was fun and quite the romantic day. But do you invite him in now? Do you take it slow? What would you do if you invite him in anyways?

"I enjoyed today with you too Hyune," you break the silence. "I'm actually really tried from everything though" you lie, you needed to distant yourself for the rest of the night, to work out what you were feeling. You needed to take it slow. The tingling sensation before was still around you, a feeling you can't explain. "I think I might start ready for bed," you observe his reactions, but there is none. Just him keeping a small smile like earlier.

"We did so much today, I’m tired and ready for bed too," he agrees, one hand reaches over to hold yours. He was so soft, it's like he knows the barrier you had set up. He doesn't questions it and just lets it be.

"Thank you Hyune," you reply, twisting your wrist so your fingers can interlock with his now, giving him some sort of affirmation. You lean in towards him and ahe air grows a bit cold now. You had to do it, to show your gratitude. You continue to move in, giving him a peck to his cheeks. Hyunjin freezes in return, the sudden affection makes him flustered. "Goodnight Hyune." You retracted back your hand, collecting your stuff, along with your nice bouquet of flowers and exiting his car.

It was clear to Hyunjin after the peck that he liked you. He really liked you but he was still unsure of where your feelings stands. Regardless, he wanted to keep trying with you.

+

You were in the middle of the dance floor, to the grand party that Hyunjin asked you to be his date at. Well technically, you were invited by Minho's mum but you can't turn down a cute date with Hyunjin.

“Where are you?” You ask on the phone, eyes searching for a lost Hyunjin. He has disappeared from your sight so suddenly after you guys had spend a hour of drinking the free wine.

“At the table we were before," you can hear him slurring on his words, unable to keep your giggles in at how tipsy he is.

“Okay, coming! Stay where you are," as you turn around someone pulls you back, making you stumble a bit forward into them.

“Can I talk to you?” You encounter a familiar face. Minho was standing in front of you, his hand gripping your wrist not painfully but strong enough for you not to pull back. Your eyes scan his face. He looked so different. He had his hair down covering his forehead, something he never wears out in public. His eyes were coated with a thin cover of gloss, almost looks like he had been draining in his emotions for the longest time ever. Minho looked so soft, you were taken back.

“I gotta go. Hyune’s waiting for me,” you reply trying to pull away from him. You needed to avoid Minho, unsure why but you had too.

“Hyune?”

“Yes, Hyune,” you managed to escape and walked off, only because he loosen his grip. Minho was left on the middle of the dance floor, watching you make your way through the crowd.

“Hyune?” He whispers to himself, confused. A nickname already? Maybe the boys were right.

You don’t know why but a sudden urge to spin around got the best of you.

“Hey Min!” The nickname makes him instantly turn around but he knows it wasn’t going to be you standing there, so he prepared himself for whoever was there.

“Hey, I was looking for you,” he lied to the gorgeous woman infront of him, Bella.

You watch as Minho smile at her, his hand coming in contact with her cheek. You spun around again, not wanting to watch any more of what he got up to, going back to Hyunjin.

+

The music was blaring now and you feel yourself getting light headed from the countless shots and mimosas you consumed. You lean into Hyunjin’s chest, wanting to stay still for a minute to regain control of your body.

Minho doesn't know how he got here but there he stood a couple steps infront of you, watching you with Hyunjin. He has Bella in-front of him holding his hands as she sways to the music, seeking for his attention.

“Hey, I’m losing you here Y/N,” Hyunjin laughs, although him himself was feeling the same thing. He had to control it, he couldn’t let you both loose to alcohol.

“I’m so tired Hyune,” you replied, unable to move your head from his upper chest.

“You wanna go sit down?” He asked, hands coming to your waist to help hold you up. The small contact with your body makes you widen your eyes. You steady yourself back on your heels as you make eye contact with the sweet boy in front you. Your eyes catch his lips for a second, they were so plump, so full and the perfect shade of pink, almost a reddish. A thought ran through your head and you feel guilty about it but you wanted to do it. You want to feel his lips on yours to confirm that feeling that keeps staying around in your chest. His eyes flutter from your eyes to your lips. You looked so pretty like this, your cheeks was pink, eyes looks so bright and full, you were so kissable. Hyunjin slowly leans in, one had holding your face and when he doesn’t see a signal of you avoiding it, he closes the gap between your lips.

Minho’s heart sinks watching Hyunjin kiss you. He has always been possessive of you, hating when your attention is on another person. He has always been annoyed, always been angry but right now, he feels broken, he feels hurt. He didn’t come here with Bella because he liked her. He came here with Bella because he wanted to use her as a distraction. He wanted to use her to get over you. He doesn’t realise it until now, after witnessing the kiss, that since the night you confessed your feelings to him, he felt the same. He felt the same but he was too afraid to say it, to show it. Liking someone was overwhelming, let alone loving someone. Minho was just afraid.

The feeling doesn’t go away, it’s heavy it’s numbing your body. You pull away from Hyunjin’s lips, hands on his chest to help you detach. You can’t keep his eye contact, letting out a heavy breath.

“Hyune, I..” you look up over his shoulder and catches Minho eyes as he towers over Bella. Minho stops to observe you, observing your next move. For a second the world stops, everyone’s face was blurred, the music goes from blaring loud to a long beep, something you hear when your brain restarts similar to the sound in movies when the main character watches someone close to them die. It was only you and Minho.

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[in1-nutshell]

We’ve got the IDW characters and the Prime characters w/ a spiderman-buddy, how’d some of the Animated cast react to having another arachnid-like character around 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥

Spider Bud, Spider Bud, does whatever a Buddy can--

The continuation of Spidey Buddy returns!

Hope you enjoy!

Human Buddy Spidey with Team Prime

SFW, Platonic, Human reader

TFA

Optimus Prime

Optimus is a bit surprised when Buddy reveals that they are Detroit’s senior superhero. Not that they were old or anything, but Buddy was doing this superhero business way before the bots came to earth.

Buddy kind of reminds him of a mini version of Blackarachnia who’s way friendlier. Which sometimes leads him to having some… unpleasant flashbacks…

After a bit of talking with Buddy about why he reacts so poorly to their spider attributes, Buddy tries to let Prime know when they are going to be using their powers.

Specifically, the webs and crawling on different surfaces.

Prime really hates it when Buddy crawls around without warning., the webs are a bit more tolerable though.

Buddy crawling on the wall next to Optimus’s helm.

“Hey Prime!”--Buddy

“Hey Bud— PRIMUS! Buddy we’ve talked about this!”--Optimus

“Sorry!”--Buddy

Buddy has taken it upon themselves to teach him how to use his grappling hooks to swing around the city.

Though, days when they have practice are eventful.

But thanks to the practice, he is know more fluid in using the grappling hooks. In return, Optimus always reminds Buddy to check their web cartridges and he always brings extras and a spare web shooter for Buddy in his subspace.

“C’mon Prime! You got this!”--Buddy

“I don’t think this isn’t the best way to do this Buddy!”--Optimus

“This is nothing Boss-Bot! You’ll be fine!”--Buddy

“Was this anything like how you did it when you first tried swinging?”--Optimus

Flashback to multiple failed attempts at singing and falling on a lot of hard surfaces.

“Trust me when I say we are doing the stuff that I know is safe and will work.”--Buddy

“Wait who taught—”--Optimus

“Less talking, more swinging!”--Buddy

Buddy pushes Prime off the building.

He appreciates Buddy’s super strength when they are around the others.

Buddy demonstrated this by casually moving a sleeping Bulkhead from his spot. In Buddy’s defense Bulkhead was sleeping on top of their comic.

Prime swears that Buddy is doing these things to get a reaction.

He likes Buddy’s Spidey sense.

This has come in handy multiple times in the past.

Optimus doesn’t mind Buddy joining them on patrol, but Buddy needs to comm in every hour and never engage with a Con if one did show up.

He is dropping everything if he hears Buddy calling for backup. He is always the second bot to get to Buddy.

Ratchet

He has questions, so many questions.

Like Prime, Ratchet is a bit surprised that Buddy is the Spider themed vigilante. He would have caught onto it quicker if he wasn’t too busy keeping the team from falling apart.

When Buddy showed him their webbing skills, they webbed themselves onto the monitor above his helm.

“This enough proof?”--Buddy

“How—how—is that stuff coming out of you?!”--Ratchet

“Umm… yeah?”--Buddy

“Where does it come from?”--Ratchet

“My wrists?”--Buddy

“But, how though?”--Ratchet

“… I never thought about it before.”--Buddy

“How do you not know?!”--Ratchet

“I just don’t know?!”--Buddy

He wants to check Buddy in the medbay as soon as possible.

Ratchet isn’t familiar with organic anatomy. He started learning a bit for Sari, which nearly turned useless when they found out Sari was Techno Organic.

Buddy’s body is a mutant one from the average human.

Primus just give him a regular patients.

He likes how durable and strong Buddy’s webs are.

He was there to witness Buddy lift Bulkhead.

Buddy was sent to the med bay immediately as Ratchet scolded them for lifting up Bulkhead like that.

“I’m fine Ratchet!”--Buddy

“Since when did you have that kind of strength?! And were you even bending your knees?”--Ratchet

“I was and I’ve carried heavier—er—I’ll be more careful next time.”--Buddy

“What?”--Ratchet

“I’m just gonna go over there.”--Buddy

“In what situation did you have to pick up something heavier than Bulkhead?!”--Ratchet

Ratchet manages to get Buddy to do regular check ups to make sure that everything is working well. While he does the check ups he takes note on what’s normal for Buddy’s body and what’s not.

He is rather fond of Buddy’s Spidey sense.

At first, he was extremely skeptical of this extra sense, until it saved him. After the first few dozen saves, then does he start to acknowledge that the Spidey sense is real.

He definitely scolds Buddy for doing unnecessary tricks in the air when they are out on patrol.

The sirens are turn on to the max when he hears that Buddy needs back up. He is one of the first bots on the scene with Buddy if they ever called in for back up.

Bumblebee

He is ecstatic to find out that Buddy is the Spidey Hero of Detroit.

But he wants proof too.

Buddy webbed themselves to the ceiling and slowly descended upside down.

“Is this enough proof for you, or do I need to web you to Bulkhead’s backside?”--Buddy

“Hey!”--Bulkhead

“Nope this is plenty!”--Bumblebee

“I thought so. And don’t worry Bulkhead I would do such torture. I’d web him to the ceiling before I’d do that.”--Buddy

“Hey!”--Bumblebee

Bumblebee wasn’t around to see Buddy lift Bulkhead. He heard it from Prime when he off handedly said it in a conversation.

He was demanding to see how strong Buddy was with his own optics. The yellow bot was slightly jealous of Prime and Ratchet to have seen such a feat, now its his turn to see it!

That landed with him being carried by Buddy through the city. It would have been fun… if he wasn’t terrified out of his mind.

“This is fun isn’t it, Bee?!”--Buddy

“You know what would be even more fun?ME ON THE GROUND AND NOT BEING SWUNG FROM ROOFTOP TO ROOFTOP WITH ONLY A SINGLE WEB STRAND FROM KEEPING ME FROM BECOMING A PANCAKE!”--Bumblebee

“If you’re scared all you need to do—”--Buddy

“I’m not scared!”--Bumblebee

“So, then you wouldn’t mind me if we swung upside down?”--Buddy

“OH, PRIMUS NO! I mean, I think I’ve had enough for today. But its not because I’m scared!”--Bumblebee

“Sure.”--Buddy

Bumblebee didn’t have a problem with heights when it came down to the swinging; it was the aerial stunts that put him through the loop. He didn’t like those too much.

He likes Buddy’s web and how they swing around in them.

Bumblebee has definitely asked Buddy to race him from one point in the city to the next to see who has the fastest mode of transportation. Those races end up in ties.

When Buddy is on patrol with the team, Bee is usually with Buddy on their route with Bulkhead.

Bumblebee is usually the first to be on scene if Buddy ever called in for back up. He isn’t the fastest on the team for nothing.

Bulkhead

Bulkhead is the most surprised by the news of Buddy being the Spidey hero, but he gets excited quickly.

The Spidey hero had become a role model of his (along with Bumblebee, but he swore secrecy not to tell anyone this) and now knowing that this hero was his friend just made things better.

Bulkhead loves Buddy’s powers.

He has see multiple clips from the TV showcasing Buddy’s webbing abilities. He doesn’t need any extra proof of this existing. Buddy’s his friend, why would they lie to him?

“How did Buddy show their webs to you?”--Bumblebee

“Oh, they haven’t yet.”--Bulkhead

“Don’t you want to see them for real? Don’t you want to see the proof?”--Bumblebee

“Why would Buddy have to prove anything to me? I’ve already seen them on TV before. If Buddy wants to show me them, it’ll be when they want to.”--Bulkhead

Bulkhead wholeheartedly believes that Buddy lifted him in his sleep. How does he know this? Simple.

If he fell asleep, the only other bot that would be able to move him would be Optimus. And even then, Optimus would either gently wake him up or if he tried to move him by himself, the Prime would most likely wake him up with his struggling before moving him an inch from his original place.

And he has seen Buddy lift heavier things.

“How are you so calm about all of this? Did you know before all of us?”--Bumblebee

“No?”--Bulkhead

“Then how are you not freaked out or something!? They LIFTED YOU UP WHEN YOU WERE ASLEEP!”--Bumblebee

“And? I’ve seen them pick up heavier stuff.”--Bulkhead

“Excuse me what?”--Bumblebee

“Bulkhead what did they pick up?”--Ratchet

“Umm…”--Bulkhead

“Bulkhead, What. Did. They. Pick. Up?”--Ratchet

Somewhere in the Plant.

“My Spidey senses are tingling… but where’s the danger?”—Buddy

“BUDDY!”—Ratchet

“Oh… there’s the danger…”—Buddy

Rapid web swinging intensifies.

Bulkhead loves Buddy’s Spidey sense.

He trusts that sense with his life.

When they are out on patrol, he follows Bee and Buddy into their sections of the city.

Bulkhead does remind Buddy to take it easy on the tricks and stunts so they wouldn’t get hurt when they need them.

While he isn’t the first one on scene when Buddy calls for back up, he tries his best to make it there on time and his first concern is Buddy before dealing with the big bad.

Prowl

Prowl had suspicions that Buddy might have been the masked hero after Bulkhead introduced them.

He is introduced to Buddy’s webs when they casually webbed and swung themselves up onto Prowl’s tree as they began to tell him about their day.

Buddy swinging to one of the branches of Prowl’s tree.

“You will not believe the traffic this morning!”--Buddy

Prowl sitting on the floor trying to comprehend what just happened before just rolling with it.

He likes the webs with all their dexterity and natural beauty.

Especially if the webs are organic and not from the web cartilages.

Prowl does ask questions about Buddy’s past when the two are alone. He isn’t surprised when Buddy doesn’t give him any details and most of it is explained vaguely. Mostly he is glad that Buddy was able to share some of it with him.

“You were bitten by an organic spider, and it gave you powers?”--Prowl

“Well, I’m pretty sure that thing was radioactive.”--Buddy

“Radioactive?”--Prowl

“Yep. Moving on.”--Buddy

“And because of this bite, your body reacted by giving you these special features, am I correct?”--Prowl

“You’re saying it like this is weird. I assure you Prowl this isn’t weird for me.”--Buddy

“Oh, then—”--Prowl

“You guys don’t even know about the fangs and claws yet. Trust me there are weirder things in the subway than this.”--Buddy

“The what?”--Prowl

“What?”--Buddy

He wasn’t present to see Buddy lift Bulkhead off the ground. Like Bulkhead, Prowl believes that Buddy can do this feat. Though this was more on video evidence than faith in a friend. Also, it would make sense; they’d need it if they were going to swing across Detroit every night and still have their arms in tack the next day.

Prowl finds out Buddy has strength when he accidentally slipped off a high rooftop and started falling.

He was about to use his jetpack when something wrapped around his chassis and stopped his descent to the ground, holding him suspended in the air. Prowl would then notice that the thing wrapped around his chassis were Buddy’s webbings. Buddy was holding him by the webs while also being suspended from another web from the roof top.

Buddy got a scolding from Prowl after that stunt.

“What were you thinking?!”--Prowl

“I was thinking about saving you!”--Buddy

“You shouldn’t have done that.”--Prowl

“And why not? If you’re telling me to sit back and let my friend fall again, that’s something I’m not going to do!”--Buddy

“Again?”--Prowl

“…Listen, I know my limits with my strength and webs. I would never put you or the team in danger if I didn’t know these things wouldn’t help.”--Buddy

“…All right. Just remember, you may be a superhero, but your still human.”--Prowl

“And you remember that you guys can still get hurt. Its okay to as for help when you need it too, okay?”--Buddy

“Deal?”--Prowl

“Deal.”--Buddy

Prowl likes to train with Buddy’s Spidey sense.

Buddy is most likely the only other person on the team that could keep up with him and his Cyber ninja training.

He has yet to land any hit on Buddy.

Buddy definitely holds this on him.

When Buddy joins them on patrol, Prowl is Buddy’s back up partner if Bumblebee or Bulkhead aren’t around to do their rounds together.

Prowl ties with Optimus in getting to Buddy second if they ever called for back up.

[gluion]

serene (it’s what i hope for me) ➵ taesan

taesan (han dongmin) x reader

you should’ve known that taesan wouldn’t be the one.

genre/warnings ➵ angst, exes au, gender neutral reader, lowercase intended, shift between past and present to represent waves (hence the italics), the chilling realization of your suspicions always being right

word count ➵ 845 words

playlist ➵ california and me by laufey // you missed my heart by phoebe bridgers // oceans & engines by niki

a/n ➵ wrote this way back for eric, reread this drabble and rewatched niki's oceans & engines, and now i'm sobbing on the floor. mainly inspired by “california and me” by laufey. please listen to it! it genuinely resembles the feeling of ocean waves, hence the constant shift between past and present :3 and no, the ocean waves pics have no relation to this fic i just love ghibli aesthetics for the banner. i hope you all like this drabble! don’t forget to reblog and leave feedback!

it’s not summer where you are, but you stand where the season lives; sand in between toes, sea meets the shore. you bask in the sunlight as you look at the expanse of blue while the breeze comes and goes.

it’s serene here, beautiful—but it’s lonely; not a single sight of another person here to appreciate where summer continues to live amidst all seasons.

“i’m sorry.” those are the words that first leave taesan’s mouth once you two arrive at the han river, the first words to confirm your suspicions of tonight.

you hold your breath. “w—what?” 

“i know, i—”

“did i do something wrong?” your glossy eyes shine like stars under the moonlight; you almost hope they’re enough for taesan to take those words back.

“no, no!” he attempts to reassure you but they’re meaningless after what he told you. “it’s not your fault. nothing is your fault.”

seagulls flap their wings, croaking out sounds of their whereabouts, finding their flock they may have been separated from. as you hear a similar sound in the distance, you watch the flock rush off.

the ocean runs to kiss the land every time it has to go, regardless of how long the two are kept away from each other. the deep blue rushes to bathe the pale cream, reassuring they will always return.

and while the beach is heaven on earth, you grow bitter. surrounded by instances of one coming back—choosing to reunite with the other—you wonder if that’ll ever happen to you.

“i—i could call you every night, or morning! maybe i can—”

“y/n, no,” he cuts you off. “we talked about this before, remember? we can’t do long distance, we’ve always hated it.”

your lips tremble. “you don’t even want to try?” 

silence settles between you two.

“i would try to make it work for us, but you wouldn’t?”

a sigh leaves him. his hand reaches to rub his temple. “but it wouldn’t be fair to us.”

your phone rings. you look at it to see your best friend calling, so you answer it, putting it against your ear.

“y/n, i have to tell you something.”

a chuckle leaves you. “i know.”

“huh? but how? he only posted that picture an hour ago,” sungho points out. “do you still follow his instagram?”

you only hum in disagreement.

“did you check his profile again?”

as you look down at your feet that’s consumed by the sand, a sigh leaves you.

“i thought we agreed to not look at his socials anymore! do we need to talk—”

“no, sungho,” you cut him off. “i didn’t look at any of his accounts.”

“then how do you know? you knew exactly what i was referring to. how?”

you close your eyes, letting the heat of the sun and the coolness of the breeze consume you whole. “i just know.”

you look away from taesan, allowing your eyes to take in the sight of the river stream continuously flow as it reflects the luminescence of korea—city lights and stars all together.

such a beautiful sight but such a shame that it’s been soiled by his words.

“you’re right,” you find yourself saying. “we’ve talked about it before, we could never survive in a long distance relationship.”

you look back at taesan. his go-to smile and the sparks in his eyes—all vanished in one night.

“i just wish we could.”

“i know. i do, too.”

your eyes peel open, greeted by the sight of the serene once more. you wish it could stay like this—tranquil, lasting.

“i hope you’re okay,” sungho says on the other line. “i’m sorry that this is happening.”

you bite the inside of your cheek. “it’s okay, i’ll be okay.” it sounds convincing to you but not to your best friend. “i’ll call you later, okay?”

he hums for a moment. “okay, i’m here for you.”

you drop the call. you stare at your home screen for a moment until you decide to open up instagram.

you shouldn’t be doing this, especially after sungho’s reminder, but your best friend's words have cracked the dam that held the water from pouring out.

you type his user like a password, discreetly, one you still know by heart.

in a matter of seconds, you see his profile pop up as a top suggestion. your thumb hovers over it, unsure if you should proceed or save yourself from reality. but you remember that it won’t change anything—nothing will change if you decide to look or not.

so you click on his profile, and your eyes land on the most recent post. from the preview in his profile grid, you already know that you were right. a bitter smile settles on your lips.

you shut your phone close and shove it into your pocket. your eyes land back to the ocean, glossy once more like that one night. it’s still a beautiful sight, but it’s a shame that it’s been soiled by one post.

in the same way the waves come and go, he always goes back to her.

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[hopefulromances]

Long Time Coming I Chapter Three I It's Nice To Have A Friend

Summary: Being hired as the first female assistant coach in the league was a challenge of it itself. Being a football protigy and University Football Legend was easy enough. Coaching Jamie Tartt was a challenge all on its own.

Word Count: 2498

Warning: I have literally no clue how football works.

A/N: Hey fellas! I hope things are going well for y'all and that you're enjoying the story! I am like a puppy dog and thrive on words of affirmation so if you're enjoying pls let me know!

Prologue One Two

            “She said what?” Keely gaped, looking up from her laptop at Jamie.

            “She said that I made her feel like… like she didn’t deserve to be here,” Jamie repeated, leaning back in his chair.

            “Aw, poor girl,” Keely pouted at him. “What did you say?”

Jamie shrugged. “Nothing, she walked away before I could say anything.”

            “Well, what would you have said if she stayed?” She pressed.

            “I… I don’t know,” Jamie admitted, after a second. “It just made me think about… me dad.” Keely frowned at that. She didn’t know a lot about his dad, Jamie had always stayed mainly private about that part of his life, but what she did know wasn’t great. He continued. “I was just such a dickhead.” Keely snorted. “What? I’m opening me self up to you. Can you try not to laugh at me?”

            “No, Jamie, no! I’m not…” She cleared her throat, trying to appear serious. “I’m not laughing at you. It’s just, I’m pretty sure you’ve called yourself a dickhead about a hundred times since you’ve been back.” Jamie rolled his eyes and leaned forward in his chair. “Have you talked to Dr. Fieldstone about it?”

            “Yah, I have. She said I need to forgive me self so I can let them forgive me. Cause if I won’t forgive me why should they. Whatever the fuck that means.” He was frustrated with himself. It was like she could understand what the ball was doing before it even moved. Why couldn't he just tell her that. “I just want her to know I’m sorry. It doesn’t help that the rest of the team hates me to.”

            “Well Jamie, they aren’t going to just forgive you. You have to show them you’ve changed.”

            “Ted said not to buy them all PS5s.”

            “No, not like that! Just… let them show you how to make it up to them,” Keely clarified.

Jamie looked at her for a second processing what she said. “…. Keely?’

            “Yes, Jamie.”

            “Can you return 30 PS5s?”

            “Oh, Jamie.”

The next game was against Coventry City. The coaches didn’t usually spend a lot of time with the lads before games, but I loved the energy in the locker room. I walked around the room, talking with the boys, giving last minute tips, handing out fist bumps. I could feel Jamie’s eyes on me as I did. Every now and then I would glance over at him as he tied his shoes. I warded him off with a small smile, but I didn’t dare get too close to him.             

“(Y/N)! Look at this!” It was Colin, excitedly showing me his boots. “Had Will shine these bad boys this morning.”

            “Yes, Colin your shoes look great,” I rolled my eyes whilst giving Isaac a fist bump.

            “You’re not even looking!”  

I turned a looked at Colin. They did look really great.

            “You know what Colin, those do look great,” I conceded, reaching over to give him a high five.

Just then the sound of stretching tape caught our attention. I turned to see Sam pressing black tape over his Dubai Air logo. Someone cracked some joke about Dubai Air not paying him enough but he quickly explains that it was more than that. That Dubai Air owned by a compnay that was destroying the environment in Nigeria. There was silence in the locker room.

Then Jamie stood up.

I eyed him, ready to step in if he decided to make a stupid decision here. But instead, he stretched the tape and put it over his own Dubai Air logo.

            “Gotta wear the same kit,” he explained. As if it was simple. As if it was expected.

He patted his jersey before tossing the tape into the center console. I studied his face, looking for any signs of mockery, but there was none. Soon the whole team had stripes of black tape over the kits. The whole game, all the focus was on Sam, even though it was Jamie’s big return. But he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he celebrated Sam when he returned from the post-game interview. We lost the game, but no one seemed to mind.

            “All I’m saying is that objectively, this red looks better than the blue boots,” Colin insisted, motioning to his feet.

            “Colin, the red is going to get dirty so much more easily than the blue,” I counter, pointing at my own shoes.

            “Now that’s just- “

            “Hey, (Y/N), can I talk to you?” Jamie interrupted.

Colin and I took simultaneous sips of our beer, making eyes at each other before I nodded. Colin took that as his cue to leave, giving Jamie a cheer as he left. Jamie looked down at his shoes, looking a little nervous.

            “What’s up, Jamie?” I asked, trying to force him to meet my eyes. Then he pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to me. It was a ticket. “What is this?”

            “It’s my ticket to your final game at Imperial,” he explained, motioning to the ticket.

Surprised I looked down. Imperial College. Where I had gone to uni and played football all four years. This final game I lead my team to the league championship.

            “I-I don’t under- “

            “Me and some friends had heard about this crazy talented football girl,” he began, still not meeting my eyes. “I thought, there was no way a girl could be as good as they were saying.” He laughed a little. “So, we bought tickets to see you play. And you were that good. Like… even better than they was saying.”

My mouth was agape with surprise. I looked down at the ticket, shaking my head in disbelief.

            “Jamie, I- “

            “Wait, let me finish, please,” he interrupted, again. “You really were incredible that night. I thought I would see you in professionals but.... your name never popped up. Anyways, when I found out you were coming to coach here, I suppose I thought that I needed to prove me self to you. Make myself look bigger and better. But it was really because I was intimidated by you. I was dumb, and really stupid. And I know I’ve been saying it a lot but I really am sorry. I’m sorry I made you feel like you weren’t good enough for us because the truth is, you’re really better than most of us.”

I was shocked by his sincerity. “Thank you, Jamie.”

He finally looked up at me. His eyes were big and searching, it almost broke my heart. I smile at him and raise my beer towards him.  

            “We’re okay, Jamie,” I reassured him.

His face broke out into a smile, that stupid cocky smile that I had seen so many times before.

            “Good, good,” he clinks his beer against mine. We both took a long sip of the beers looking around at the room.

            “You know, what you did today, for Sam, it was really good of you,” I told him, sincerely.

He shrugged. “Any of the lads would have done it.”

            “But they didn’t, you did,” I press, nudging his shoulder. “It was good.” He kept his cocky smirk, but I could see his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink. “Doesn’t excuse you playing like rubbish out there today.”

            “What? I did not!”

            “Oh, yes you did!”

The two of us sat there bickering and chatting about the game until long after everyone else had left. But I barely noticed. Jamie was funny. He was sincere and honest in a way I didn’t expect. It was too soon to tell but I felt my heart jump. The same way it had that night with the ghosts. Maybe, just maybe, that Jamie was here again.

I had a routine. Since moving back to Richmond, I stayed in the same schedule. I woke up at 7:00am. Get up, get a quick workout in, shower, eat breakfast, and get to work early so I could have some time on the pitch. Occasionally, when I was leaving my house, I would run into a pap or two asking me some inane questions about my place in the league and what I was doing to single handedly fix sexism in the football industry. Keely just told me to keep my head down and keep walking.

But now there was a new part to my schedule. Now when I arrived at the pitch, Jamie was there waiting for me. We’d play against each other, throwing sharp jabs at one another for whatever tiny mistakes the other would make. It was fun. Jamie was a fun friend. Wasn’t that great. Friends? Almost best friends, I might say. It was distracting.

            “So, hows that puzzle coming?” Ted asked, as I walked into the coaches room after my daily session with Jamie.

            “Huh? Oh! Good, I suppose? He’s doing well,” I responded, sitting in my seat. “He’s a fun guy to be around.”

Ted gave an understanding grunt. “Aint, that just great. A new friendship. Beard, didn’t I tell you I knew what I was doing.”

            “Don’t gloat,” Beard grunted from behind his book.

            “Hooh! I love it when he gets bitter,” Ted giggled, smiling at me. “Turns his eyes a lovely shade of hazel!”

Beard lowered his book just enough to show me his eyes. They did look lovely.

The game that weekend didn’t go great. We ended up in the video room watching the loss on the television. Isaac’s leadership was taking a steep turn. His fear was coming out in aggressive rages on the field when his teammates didn’t make the plays they were supposed to. After one particularly bad defensive move by Jan Maas, Ted paused the tv.

He began his motivational speech. This time about romcommunism. An interesting play on words about getting through the dark forest of the season.

            “What about aca-teamwork?” I suggested referencing my personal favorite romcom.

            “Oh, that is a Pitch Perfect comparison,” Ted quipped, snapping his fingers. “Becca thought she was cool by trying to be independent but what she needed was teamwork.”

            “But wasn’t the real lesson in Pitch Perfect the understanding of sisterhood and how surrounding yourself with people you love creates strength?” Colin pointed out.

            “Exactly, Colin,” I agreed, leaning back in my chair.

Ted came to sit next to me as the lights went down. I scanned the lads to watch their attention levels when my eyes landed on Jamie. He was smirking at me. When he caught my eyes, he gave me a fist pump a la The Breakfast Club. I shook my head at him and motioned for him to pay attention.

As the boys were changing and packing up for the day, I erased the strategies off the board.

            “Good call today with the Pitch Perfect reference, I love that movie,” Colin shared coming up behind me.

I capped my marker and turned to look at him with a smile. “It’s only the greatest romantic comedy in the 2010s!”

            “I agree. We don’t talk about the sequels, though,” he pointed out.

            “What sequels?” I joked, raising my eyebrows. “I’m still waiting on Becca to choose a song for the next auditions.”

            “You get it, alright, I’ll see you around girlo!” He gave me a pat on the arm as he walked out of the room. As I watched him leave, I noticed Jamie sitting on his bench listening to us talk. I quirked an eyebrow at him.

            “Something to add, Jamie?” I asked, grabbing my bag.

He picked up his own bag and slung it over his shoulder. “Nah, I ain’t seen that one.”

            “What! You haven’t seen Pitch Perfect?” I gaped. Though I knew it wasn’t super surprising that Jamie hadn’t seen it.

            “I prefer 10 Things I Hate About You, I like… what’s his name…” He approached me as he thought about the name. “Heath Ledger’s character.”

            “Patrick?” I offered, shocked that Jamie knew about one of the best rom coms of all time.

            “Exactly!” He started towards the door. I followed him, walking close enough that our shoulders were brushing. “What are your plans for this weekend?”

            “Uh, beating Sheffield Wednesday?” I replied, raising my eyebrows at him.

            “I mean besides that.” He rolled his eyes.

            “Dunno, maybe sleep in for once? Eat a French fry?” I shrugged. “What about you?”

As we rounded the corner to leave the room, I spied the newest sponsorship that Keely had hooked up for the boys. Keurig coffee makers.

            “Woah, maybe make too much coffee with my brand-new coffee machine,” he gloated, picking up his coffee.

            “Change of plans, I will be at your place drinking too much coffee with your new coffee machine,” I joked, glaring jealously at it.

He laughed. I decided I loved that sound and smiled at him. When I went to follow him, I heard a loud throat clearing. I turned and saw Rebecca and Keely looking at my expectantly. I frowned at them and turned back to Jamie.

            “I’ll see you around, yeah?” I called after him.

He turned back and for a second it looked like real disappointment on his face. But it cleared up quickly when he saw Keely standing behind me.

            “Oh alright, see you at Sheffield,” He turned to walk away but not before calling out, “Bye Keely!”

I don’t know why but it made my heart drop to hear him address his former girlfriend. I waved at him before turning back to face the two women behind me.

            “What do you two want?” I pouted, leaning against the wall next to Rebecca.

            “You like him!” Keely shouted, clapping her hands excitedly.

I snapped my head in their direction. “What are you talking about?”

            “She’s right,” Rebecca concurred, starring at her phone. “Everyone can see it.”

            “Everyone?”

            “Everyone,” Keely concluded. “Except, apparently, you and Jamie.”

I looked incredulously between Rebecca and Keely. I do not like Jamie. JAMIE! Of all people. Just a few weeks ago I couldn’t stand him and now they think I like him.

            “Seriously, that is just ridiculous, Jamie is just my friend,” I clarified, shaking my head.

            “Your friend that you go to work with, hang out with while at work, and walk home with?” Rebecca inquired, finally looking up from her phone. Her stare as piercing. But no, there was no way that I liked Jamie like that.

            “I think the two of you need to get laid,” I finished, pushing myself off the wall. “Instead of getting in other people’s business.”

I walked away from them, back to my office where I could pretend to be mad at them. I wasn’t mad, not really. Just annoyed. So, what I wasn’t able to have a friend in Jamie? I wasn’t able to admire his physique in a friendly way? Or laugh as his naivete and honesty? I finally felt like I had someone who respected me in this field. That’s all he was. A friend.

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@optimisticsandwichgladiator, @oxxolovemelikeyoudooxxo, @ajax-petropolus-wife

[sirianasims]

After the main course, Paul went to the kitchen to get the dessert ready before midnight. I excused myself and said I needed some fresh air.

I had been to Del Sol Valley a few times when I was little, visiting my grandparents, but I didn’t remember much about the city itself.

The back of Paul’s mansion was the only thing not surrounded by fences, and the view was both breathtaking and terrifying. Bright lights as far as the eye could see, occasional premature fireworks going off, faint background noise from traffic that never stopped.

It felt like we were gilded birds in a cage up here, always on display yet forever out of reach.

I couldn’t imagine anything further from Copperdale and the quiet, snow-covered forests around it.

I wondered if Paul would expect me to move in with him at some point. I didn’t see how he’d be able to work from anywhere else. I could work wherever, but could I live here? Surrounded by fences and cameras and security guards in a huge, empty house?

I pushed the thought away as I heard the clacking of heels behind me.

“Julia, can I talk to you for a moment?”, Sierra asked softly. “I would really like to apologise for what I said earlier. It was never my intention to insult you.”

“I know you didn’t mean it like that, but I still can’t help feeling that you don’t like me very much. Or maybe you just don’t think I’m good enough for Paul?”

Sierra bit her lip.

“I shouldn’t have brought up his exes, especially not in front of you. The thing is, they rarely lasted long enough for the media to catch on – half the time I didn’t even get to meet them before he ended things. So when Paul first told us about you, I got worried. I saw him falling harder and faster than ever before, but you’re so much younger than him and I was struggling to see how it could possibly end well.”

“Right. Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

“I’m just being honest with you. I tend to be, perhaps, overly protective of Paul. He was even younger than you when we met, we shared a shitty apartment with a few other aspiring actors, all trying to break through. We cheered each other on, audition after audition, practicing lines, commiserating over rejection letters… And then he got the call for Llama Man, and I ended up as an extra in a cop series which later got me the lead in Cop & Llama, but I’ve fought hard to escape that, branch out to other roles, and Paul just… didn’t even try.”

“But he says he prefers the voice acting, though. If you’re his friend, why do you keep pushing him if he’s perfectly happy?”

“Because I’m his friend. Sure, he says he’s happy. Maybe he even believes it. But Paul was always the best of us, and he never took his talent seriously. He’s a great voice actor, but it always felt like he secretly wanted more, he’s just scared. What if he sucked? The media would have a field day, writing about how he should just stick to his cartoons. You’ve seen what they’re like, you just had your first front page. Which, by the way, must be rough. I’m sorry for adding to the stress you must be under right now. Can we maybe start over?”

“Apology accepted, I’m too much of a fangirl to be mad at you anyway. And I’m managing, but I must say, being on the cover of a magazine is a lot less fun than advertised.”

“Trust me, it depends heavily on the kind of magazine. But being hung out to dry by some gossip rag is a rite of passage in this business. You should have seen the frenzy when rumours about me and Dave started circulating. It was wild. I once walked out of an interview because they asked me if the llama costume stayed on during sex!”

“Well? Did it ever?”

Sierra grinned.

“No way – do you have any idea how heavy and warm that costume is? It’s not exactly a sexy superhero muscle suit, it’s a full size sports mascot.”

“True. Although I’m not sure I’d appreciate it if Paul kept his costume on either.”

We both laughed, and I barely registered the steps behind me before I felt Pauls arms around me, his warm hands covering my eyes.

“Guess who.”

I heard Sierra chuckle. “Actually, Paul, we were kinda busy out here, bonding over the trials of dating men in llama costumes. It’s a very exclusive club.”

“I guess Dave and I have to start our own club then. But it's almost midnight and I would like to borrow my girlfriend, if you don’t mind.”

“Fine, you can have her back. I’ll just go get myself one of those fruit tarts before Lee and Dave eat them all.”

She walked back inside without waiting for a response.

She wouldn’t have gotten one anyway.

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[kayhi808]

Perfect Match - 13

As much as you didn’t want to, you did the right thing and contacted your cousins. You picked out a dress for the wedding party and asked them to have their measurements taken with the seamstress. The ball is in their court. If they don’t do it, so be it. You’ll find out by weeks end how big of a bridal party you’ll have. You have other things to concentrate on, other than catty women. Bill keeps reminding you, that you’re doing the right thing. If you had your way, it would be your turn to kidnap Billy and whisk him away to elope with you.

*****

The weeks have flown by! Bill’s friend, Micro, installed state of the art security & surveillance in the townhouse. He's been helping Bill search for Mike Fontana. Micro is amazing! He's got facial recognition programs that he designed which is better than what the government has access to. He's tapped into the city's traffic cams. He can hack into private businesses. He's a genius, and yet Mike has given you the slip. He's fallen completely off the grid.

Bill hired security for you both, which was needed anyway once the transfer of businesses were signed over to Bill. Now there’s a driver & bodyguards that travel with you. Whether to work at the lounges & bars, out shopping, meetings, running in the park, a bodyguard is always with you. After you were moved into the townhouse, no bloody hearts have been delivered, but hate mail persists & sometimes photos. Candid shots of you around city. Bill is still trying to find out who’s behind the threats with the wedding being days away.

There’s a knock at your office door. You look up & Billy is leaning there. You smile & he enters and closes the door. “We need to talk.”

You frown, “What’s up?” Billy drops into a chair in the front of your desk. He rubs his hands over his buzzcut, “I think the threats are coming from your dad. Or at the very least, he’s a part of it.”

It doesn’t register at first. You don’t come to a woman, days before the wedding saying “We need to talk.” Jesus Christ, Billy! The first thing that pops into your head is that he wants to call the wedding off. Nope. You quickly shift gears, “W…what? Why do you think that?”

“I asked your grandfather to see the records of the businesses that Fontana was working on & they are different from the ones that your dad showed me. I wouldn’t have taken the contract if there wasn’t proof of his embezzlement. Something’s not right. Your dad showed me doctored records.”

“Are you sure? Sorry, don’t answer that. I know, you’re sure.”

“I’m 100% sure. Those were NOT the docs your father gave me. I wanted to tell you first, before bringing it to your grandfather’s attention.” Resting your elbows on your desk, you press your palms against you eyes, trying to relieve the pressure building. “Angel?”

You take a deep stuttering breath, “I’m not surprised, but…” you trail off. “I’ve fought with my father many times before, but I didn’t think it’d be like this.” Billy rounds your desk & pulls you up out of your chair & into his arms. “That was a human heart in that box. From my father, Billy. We’re going to see him at the rehearsal dinner! The wedding is this weekend! He’s supposed to walk me down the aisle.”

“I know.” Bill’s hand on the back of your head, holds you tighter to his chest. “We got a meeting with your grandfather first thing in the morning. We’ll figure this out.”

You pull away from him, "I know we will," nodding. You look up at him and see the concern in his eyes & it warms your soul. You pull him down so you can kiss him. "Thank you."

"You think you can get someone to cover for you? We can head home?"

Shaking your head, "I'm closing tonight. It's already late, I don't want to call someone in."

"You want me to stay with you?" He smiles, "I can sit up at the bar, or back here with you?"

"It's ok, Billy. I'm good."

"Call me if you change your mind, and I'll come back."

"You're sweet." Billy always brings a smile to your lips. "I'll see you at home."

*****

The meeting with grandfather went as well as can be expected. You're accusing his son of pretty terrible things. He promised to look into it, but he was shorter with you than normal, but you thanked him for his time & left. You told Billy, you needed to trust him. If he said he'll look into it, he will.

*****

Billy got bullied by your nonna into letting you stay with her at their house. Grandmother wouldn't hear of you staying together. It was bad luck. Bill went out with his guys. You don't know what Frank had planned, but you're sure they had fun. You forgo a night with the bridal party. That would have been torture, choosing to stay in with nonna. Grandfather was holed up in his study working. You were barred from helping him tonight. The 3 of you had dinner & watched movies. They've always had rooms for you set up in their homes. A perk of being the favorite granddaughter.

Getting pampered for the wedding ended up being an all-day event. Not going to lie and say you didn't enjoy the spa treatments & having someone do your hair & make-up. Slipping into your gown made you catch your breath. Dare we say it...you look like a princess. That part of you, that lays hidden & buried deep down inside...the little girl who still believed in Prince Charming & Fairy Princesses. The little girl, who had to be as tough & as strong as the boys, which left her lonely growing up, & only in her solitude did she image a day like today. This was her dream come true. In a couple of short hours, you will be Mrs. William Russo.

"Piccola!" Grandfather's deep baritone was accompanied by firm knocks on the door. Your excitement was mirrored on your grandmother's face. You stand & fluff out your dress and nod to her, so she can let her husband in.

"Il mio, bambina." My baby. He kisses you on both cheeks and envelops you in a warm hug. "Beautiful. Almost as beautiful as your grandmother on our wedding day," winking at his wife. You see the love between your grandparents and it makes you hopeful for you and Billy.

"The cars are here. But I was also sent on a mission." He hands you a black leather box wrapped with a gold ribbon. "Your groom, wanted you to have this."

You take the box and go to sit on the bed. It was so sweet of Billy. You dab at your eyes so not to ruin your makeup. You open the card:

My Angel,

Time has really flown by, but it feels like I've known you forever. You were the missing piece to my soul. All this time, I've been walking around with a hole in my heart. I can't wait to watch you conquer the world and for you to show everyone what you are capable of. I'm so honored I'll get to stand by your side as your husband. Maria told me I was responsible for getting you something "new". You've been my Angel & now you'll become my Queen. I hope you like it.

Please get your ass in the car & come here now. I'll be the guy at the end of the aisle with the biggest smile on my face.

I love you.

Billy

He's never said he's loved you until now. Tears roll down your cheeks and you can't help but laugh. You open the box & nestled in satin is a delicate diadem. It's stunning. A tiara will give the finishing touches to a little girls dream of being a princess. Intricately woven along the sides are what you guess to be angel wings. You're his angel & his queen. Grandmother helps you secure the tiara and hugs you.

"Are you ready? Nervous?"

You shake your head, "I'm ready, but not nervous. I can't wait to see him." You laugh. "You and nonno can head out. I'm just going to fix my make up. Damn Billy for making me cry." You hurry back to the bathroom, "I'll be 10 minutes behind you."

*****

She's late. She's late. She's late.

"Women are always late. Maria 10 minutes late for our wedding."

Frankie is trying to make Billy feel better, but his Angel's 30 minutes late. Her grandparents said she was right behind them. "Can you call her?"

Frank steps to the side & calls, but to no answer. "Sorry, man. She didn't pick up." She changed her mind. She didn't want to spend a lifetime with a fucking monster. My mom didn't want me. Why would she?? But then Bill remembers how angry you got over being compared to his mother. You would never stand him up like this. Not in front of all your guests. You would never hurt him like this. Overwhelmed with pending fear of doom that you get at the height of anxiousness. Billy stomach feels like it's going to drop & his heart literally can't race any quicker. He doesn't know how he knows, but he knows, something terrible is going on here. His angel is in danger.

@idaofinfinity @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @e-dubbc11

[skylarmoon71]

Timeless Wells - Oneshot (Flash)

There’s a part of you that’s always been very keen to detail. 

When the red streaked speedster showed up, just like the rest of Team Flash you wanted to stop him. Barry lost so much, you felt like you owed him at least a sense of closure. Especially since he was risking his life for the people of Central City. 

So you worked hard. 

When the villain was finally caught, you thought that was it. But the entire case still bothered you. 

That’s why you went back to work. 

Standing in the lab that day, you ran through the logs one more time. Just to make sure. 

The vibrating figure stood before you as he usually did. Yet, there was something wrong. 

Typing vigorously on the computer, you were trying to make sense of it. 

But it didn’t make sense. 

You stared ahead, and when you clicked the button, the figure disappeared. 

You were frozen, because it must have been a lie. 

“Someone tampered with it..” 

It couldn’t have been just anyone either. 

“It seems I’ve been made.” 

You turned slowly, the sight of Dr. Harrison Wells standing right behind you was the last thing you thought you would see. He was looking at you. 

Smiling. 

“Dr. Wells…” 

He shook his head with a laugh. In a second, your feet were dangling off the floor as he held you by the throat. You gasped, clawing at his arm. 

“The name’s Thawne. Eobard Thawne.” 

You couldn’t think, couldn’t truly breathe at the moment. When he lifted his free hand, you sobbed. 

“I really am sorry about this.” 

There was no sincerity in those words. 

The vibrations of his right hand is the first thing you process. You prepare for it. The inevitable death. He moves in a slow fashion, like a taunt and you close your eyes, but you don’t feel any connection. You do hear him grunt, and you force your eyes open. He’s struggling against someone’s hold. Your eyes track the person, and to your surprise, he’s wearing the exact face as Eobard. 

“I’m not going to let you hurt her.” 

Eobard pulls back, releasing you. 

The new Harrison Wells supports your weight the second you drop and you clutch onto him. If anything you should probably be screaming. 

Running away. 

The only logical thing your brain processes is that this version of Wells just saved your life. 

“Are you alright?” 

His voice is soft as he balances your weight, helping you to stand. You look up at him shakily, nodding. 

“Who are you..” Eobard looks confused, maybe even scared. 

“I suppose you’ll never know.” 

His snarky response causes Eobard to snarl. He rushes forward and you jolt, grabbing at Harrison in a panic who merely snaps his fingers and you’re both now in a living room. 

You’re disoriented, looking around in shock. 

“W-Where did he go!?” 

You’re terrified that he’ll appear to finish the job. 

Harrison takes you by the shoulder. 

“You’re safe, trust me.” 

The last thing you should be doing is trusting anyone with that face but he’d literally just saved your life. You’re still somewhat hyperventilating. Harrison breaths slowly, urging you to do the same. 

In and out. 

It takes a moment, but your breaths finally steady. He smiles when he sees you become somewhat calm considering the circumstances. 

Now that you’re breathing at a fairly normal rhythm, you swallow. 

“Who..are you?” 

You feel as though you have to ask. Because the person you’d been working for turned out to be some psychotic killer. 

“I’m Harrison Wells.” 

“How is that possible? I-I know Harrison Wells. I’ve been working with him for about a decade. How is he…how did that man..t-that monster..” 

Harrison shakes his head. 

“That explanation would take longer than we have. All you need to know is that man is an imposter. You need to warn your friends immediately. Barry will stop him. He has his team. He has you.” 

You’re still trying to grasp it all. But the most glaring question is possibly..

“Why? Why did you save me?” 

His smile is easy, almost comforting. 

“I can’t say for sure why. With all that’s happened, so much as changed in the timeline. All I know right now is that you’re someone that I care deeply about in life. Even though so much has changed, you and I are..we’re something to each other.”

Just from his expression, you feel as though you’ll believe anything right now. 

“I’m sorry to say this, but we’re out of time. I have to go. I need to take you to Barry.” 

He looks like he’s about to do that, but you grab his hand. He pauses. 

“We’re not going to remember each other..are we?” 

His smile is solemn. 

“No. The universe needs balance. I was only supposed to save you. The rest is going to come after. If we really are destined to meet again, then I’ll find you. I can feel it.” 

You’d like to say it’s crazy. This whole thing is. But you feel it. That pull that he’s describing. To be with him, near him. You finally loosen your hold, and this time he holds both your hands in his. You take a step forward, and he’s a bit surprised when you leave a kiss on his cheek. Pulling back, you smile. 

“Thank you for saving me OG Wells.” 

He grins at the nickname. 

“Anytime.” 

With a wink, both your bodies fade out in a break of green sparks. 

~Ten Years Later~

“Barry!! I can’t find it!” 

“It’s in the back.” 

You frown from your spot, digging through your tools. 

“Just my luck. I take a two year vacation and when I come back all my stuff is scattered. For the fastest guy alive you sure are lousy at returning people’s belongings!” 

You’re still grumbling from your bent position. When someone walks into the cortex, you just assume it’s Barry. You fully intend to release your wrath. 

“Barry you really should-” 

Your words halt when you’re upright at the man before you isn’t Barry. 

“Woah..” 

All you can do is stare at the Wells before you. 

Barry and the others filled you in on what had transpired in the last two years that you were gone, but this was still a lot to take in. 

“Sorry, I hope I didn’t startle you. My name is Harrison Wells.” 

Technically he never really met you since you started working for him shortly after Eobard had already taken over his body. 

“Y-Yeah I know. I’m (Y/N), nice to meet you.” 

You hold out your hand from behind the desk and he smiles, moving over and taking it. 

You jolt at the rush of electricity that runs through your palm. Harrison looks down, just as startled. His eyes peer at you quizzically as he slowly pulls away. 

You’re both in a daze, clearly not noticing when Barry walks in. 

“Guys?” 

You finally process his presence. 

“I-I was just introducing myself to OG Wells.” 

Barry lifts a brow and you laugh nervously. 

“Well I mean, after all the ones we’ve met he is the original right? Right?” 

Harrison wears a smile. 

“OG Wells, I like it.” 

You return his smile, and Barry just stands there, obviously picking up on the vibe. 

Right about now he wishes he had Cisco’s abilities so he could remove himself from this very awkward situation.

[websterss]

THE BRITISH RANCH HAND — TOM HOLLAND

REQUEST: The reader visits her grandma’s farm over the summer. During her stay, she meets an unexpected stranger.

WARNING(S): Fluff    

WORD COUNT: 1,609

PAIRING: Tom Holland x fem!Reader

A/N: Reposting old fics!!! Hope you enjoy it! Feedback is always welcomed!

MASTERLIST

If you had a favorite place to spend your time at it would be your grandma’s farm. You basically grew up there, but as you got older your parents got new jobs and were forced to move out to the city, making your visits less and less. But since you were finally an adult visiting her was the best way to spend your independence

You were driving up the driveway seeing your grandma already outside on her swing sitting down with a cup of something.

You parked the car and stepped out. You looked all around you taking in the fresh air and peacefulness.

“Beautiful isn’t it!” Your grandma stood up on her porch.

“It feels good to be back here.” You walked up to her embracing her in a hug.

“It’s good to see you. I mean look at you! So grown and beautiful.” She cupped your cheeks.

“I’m not a child any more grams.” You smiled at her.

“Oh, I know.” She nodded.

“How’s your mom?”

“I don’t know she’s your daughter.” You shrugged not being able to keep the smile off your face. 

“Touché.”

“Mom is...mom. I hardly ever see her though due to work.” You frowned.

“I told that girl to not go into business.” Your grandma shook her head.

“What can you do?” You shrugged.

“I know what you can do.” She smirked.

-

“Grandma, this is incredible!” You exclaimed as you both arrived at her stables. There were many people around you who you didn’t think you knew. The workers were either on horses or tending to other things that needed to get done.

“Cost a fortune, but it’s home.” She smiled proudly.

“You outdid yourself, grandma!” You went up to give her a hug.

“Speaking of home I think there’s someone who would be thrilled to see you!”

She ushered you forward. She walked you to the stables where some horses were in their stalls. You walked down the stalls gazing at the beautiful creatures. “Now where is that boy!”

“Tom!”

As if on cue a guy walked out of a stall wearing a dark shirt, worn-out jeans, and work boots. You’d be lying if you said he wasn’t the least bit attractive. All he was missing was a hat.

“You called Ms. M/l/n?” He approached you two.

“Tom what did we say, call me Martha.” She playfully gave him a stern look.

“Oh and this is my granddaughter Y/n.”

“Right, sorry Martha. Y/n, nice to meet you.” He shook your hand.

“Same here.” You gave a small smile.

“So what can I help you, ladies with?” His eyes lingered on you a bit longer. You caught his gaze and averted yours bashfully.

“Is Noir in his stall?” Your grandma asked.

“Yeah, I just brushed him an hour ago.” He pointed over his shoulder.

“Noir?” You walked past them noticing the black mare horse poking its head out of its stall.

“Is it really you?” You slowly stroked his hair up to his head. “I can’t believe you’re still here boy.” You muttered

“Like I would ever get rid of such a beauty, especially if he’s yours, to begin with.” Your grandma walked up to you.

“I thought…When we left.” You stammered.

“Your mother may not have wanted him, but she can’t get rid of my horses that easily. Why do you think I started this place?” She gestured around her. 

“Thank you so much, grandma.” You hugged her tightly.

“Anything for you my dear.” She held your face in her hands.

“Can I ride him?” You smirked at her.

“Yes-”

“Yes thank you so-”

“But only if you take Tom just in case something happens.” She cut you off.

You were about to argue your half until she spoke again.

“Even though Noir is your horse Y/n, you’ve been gone for too long. You may not be that great of a rider you once were.” She pointed out. You knew she had a point. It has been a while since you’ve ridden on a horse. “Noir may not be comfortable around you.” 

“Fine.” You sighed.

“Be safe. I have to go take care of a few things.” She walked off.

“So…” You turned to Tom.

“We need to get you geared up.” He pulled a saddle off one of the walls and practically shoved it into your chest. You groaned.

“You’re a long way from home Y/n. It’s about time I show you how we folk do it.” He placed a hat on your head, but it tilted to the side. He gave you a cheeky smile before grabbing a saddle of his own. Here goes nothing.

Getting onto Noir was more difficult than you expected it to be. The bond you two once had would take a while to gain back. Once you were sitting properly on top of him. Tom got on top of his horse and pulled the rope of Noir making him move forward, and you four were off. “So how long have you been working for my grandma?” You looked at him.

“A couple months. A year at most.” He shrugged.

“She seems to like you. She doesn’t just hire anybody.” You offered a smile.

“Well, she is friends with my parents so I guess it was just an easy way into the job.” He smiled back at you.

“So what’s a city girl like you doing out in the country?”

“I missed my home. It was about damn time to visit it.” You looked forward to it.

“Home? You lived here before?” He lifted an eyebrow at you.

“Yeah. My uh parents and I had to move due to their work, so we had to leave behind everything we’ve ever known. My mom hasn’t come back here since then.” You gazed down at your hand wrapped around Noir’s ropes.

“Sorry to hear it.” He smiled sincerely.

“It doesn’t matter now. What matters is that I’m here now and I can enjoy it in peace.” You closed your eyes and breathed in.

“Yeah, it’s quite the scenery here.” He looked out into the open.

You did the same.

You weren’t paying attention to the ground. You didn’t see the snake that had made its way out in front of Noir and he neighed out in fear. He stood up on his hind legs knocking you off him in the process. You fell back hard. Noir took off in the opposite direction you were going in. You landed on your back and the air was sucked right out of you. You were desperately trying to get air in your system.

“Y/N!” Tom hurried off his horse and was at your side in an instance. You were feeling a little numb to the pain in your back. You were huffing in and out quickly. Tom had noticed this and picked you up in his arms. He carefully placed you on his horse and climbed on holding you tightly not wanting to let you fall. He tugged the horse’s ropes and galloped back to the stables. He saw Noir ahead of you guys and knew he wouldn’t get lost. That horse always knew how to get back.

He came in fast past the gate that was open and halted his horse to a stop. One of the workers noticed Tom holding you in his arms and came rushing over in concern.

“What happened?!” He helped you two down. Once you were on your feet you lost your balance. Tom steadied you picking you up again.

“Noir got spooked and threw her off him.” Tom nodded towards the open gate. “Did he go far?”

“No, he was close to the fence when we arrived.”

“Alright. I’d get her to Nancy for a check-up.” He said before taking off.

“I know,” Tom called out.

“I’m fine.” You mumbled.

“Sure you are, love.” He said amused.

He walked into a door. “Hey, Tom how-” Nancy noticed you in his arms and her nurse state kicked in. “Oh god, is she okay?” Tom sat you down on the bed gently. “Noir threw her off his back. She fell pretty badly.” He informed her.

“Poor thing.” She muttered. “What’s your name sweetie?”

“Y/n.”

“Okay Y/n I am going to need to look you over. Don’t worry it won’t take long.” She smiled reassuringly. You nodded in response.

She did the normal basics. Following the light with your eyes. The stethoscope is placed on your chest and back, and she’d tell you to breathe in and out. Making sure nothing was broken. She examined your back and said it was a little red, but it wasn’t anything serious. Nancy told you to take it easy for a few days just to be sure. You and Tom were sent on your way out. “See, I told you I was fine.”

“And what would have happened if you weren’t.” He rolled his eyes.

“But I am.” You softly said.

“Just stay away from the horses while you’re here.” He nodded at you.

“Then what else am I supposed to do here during my stay?”

He smirked. You did not like the look of it, but man was it sexy.

“You could always help me out in the stalls. Help out with the manure too if you’d like.” 

“Ha, you’re on your own buddy!” You patted his chest and walked off. 

“Oh come on!” He shouted after you.

“Maybe I could help you in other ways.” You suggested. You smirked at him.

“I’ll take you up on that offer.” He smiled brightly at you knowingly.

“See you later, cowboy!”

[aeoki]

Grand Slam - The School’s Ghost Stories: Chapter 7

Location: Yumenosaki Garden Terrace Characters: Hiiro, Aira, Mayoi, Hitsugi & NEGI

TL Note:

A Test of Courage (肝試し) is a Japanese event (usually held over the summer) where people in pairs or small groups explore scary locations to build courage. 

< The next day during lunch break at the Yumenosaki Cafeteria (Garden Terrace). >

Mayoi: Ugh, I feel dizzy.

Aira: I’m really sorry, Mayo-san. I’ve been inconveniencing you and Tattsun-senpai ever since we first met.

Mayoi: On no, you’re not being an inconvenience at all… We’re helping you because we want to, Aira-san. It makes us happy. Fufufu ♪

Hiiro: You can inconvenience me more too, Aira! I’m tough, after all!

Aira: Huh? Who’s inconveniencing who? Oh my, I’m terribly sorry for making you experience something oh-so-unpleasant!

Hiiro: Aira, how come your attitude towards me is so blatantly different from everyone else’s?

Mayoi: Fufufu…♪

Hiiro: Anyway, you look really exhausted, Mayoi-senpai.

I don’t really know the details since I wasn’t contacted, but was the “Broadcasting Accidents” thing last night that tiring?

Mayoi: No, umm, the work itself isn’t that difficult. We simply had a good time chatting and wandered around the school at night.

You could say we just had a Test of Courage[*]…

Nothing happened at all and I felt somewhat bad for everyone, so I took them to see a special place.

Hiiro: A special place?

Mayoi: It appears we were investigating one of the Seven Mysteries, “The Blood-Vomiting Beast”, so I took them someplace related to that…

It would be dangerous to go too far in so it was just the part on the surface.

Hiiro: ……….?

Mayoi: Everyone seemed to be overjoyed with that so I suppose it was a successful work night. Compared to “MDM” in the summer, it was far more comfortable and simple.

However, due to my not knowing many of the people there, it took quite a toll on me mentally.

Aira: I know what you mean… I’m glad I came back to school but everyone already has their own groups it’s kinda hard to squeeze in. I’m always by myself and it feels like a bed of needles.

That’s how it feels for you too, right, Mayo-san…? I’m really sorry for making you go in my stead.

I can’t call myself a professional for cancelling my work last minute.

Mayoi: Fufu. It couldn’t have been helped since you weren’t feeling well, Aira-san. …Were you feeling all right afterwards?

Aira: Ah, there’s no need to worry because I’ve made a full recovery. I can't believe how lifeless I was yesterday. It looks like the medicine you brought me helped a lot ♪

Hiiro: Hmm. Mayoi-senpai is also an excellent shaman, isn’t he?

Mayoi: ? ? ?

Aira: You be quiet, barbarian. That just confuses things. In the big cities, we have doctors who heal our illnesses, not shamans.

Hiiro: I learnt that some time back so I know. But yesterday, Aira, you seemed–

Hm?

Aira: W-What’s wrong, Hiro-kun?

Hiiro: Hmm. I felt an odd presence. That’s the, umm, “producer”, isn’t it? Her name’s Anzu-san, right?

Aira: Whaa, I’ve gotta apologise for cancelling last minute last night then! It’s only proper to do so!

Umm, Anzu-san~? Hello! I’m really sorry about yesterday!

NEGI: “Shh~...♪”

Aira: Huh?

NEGI: “Sorry. Keep it down.”

“Anzu has finally fallen asleep.”

“She’s always pushing herself too much. It’s really worrying.”

Mayoi: Ah! You’re Hitsugi-san the “producer”, aren’t you? It was a pleasure to work with you yesterday ♪

Aira: (Hitsugi… He’s the “producer” in charge of “Broadcasting Accidents”, right? Hm? He was wearing a male uniform when he came to see me yesterday though?)

(H-He’s actually a girl? No way. Uuu, there are so many people with confusing ages and genders in this industry!)

NEGI: “Ah~... Sorry. Looks like that was directed to me but I don’t think I know what you’re talking about.”

“Hold on a second. I’ll switch over.”

Aira: …………?

Hitsugi: Good moOOORNING ☆

Aira: Woah!? You just told us to “be quiet” but you’re the loudest one here!

Hitsugi: Mmm~☆ I sure slept like a log! I slept so much I could melt! That was a refreshing way to wake up!

Wait, why am I at Yumenosaki? What’s going on~?

Hmm~? It looks like my big sister got me to school on time because I stayed up the entire night and overslept?

Oh! Ayase-senpai, thanks so much for yesterday! You really saved me!

Are you also feeling okay, Shiratori-san? I was worried about you!

Aira: Umm, uhh?

Hiiro: I’m here too!

Hitsugi: Huh, who’re you!?

Hiiro: I’m Hiiro Amagi, a second-year student in Class B from the “idol course” at Yumenosaki Academy! I’m also in the same unit alongside Mayoi-senpai and Aira called “ALKALOID”!

I’m still not yet familiar with how things work in the big cities, so during lunch, Aira and Mayoi-senpai teach me about common knowledge while we eat!

Aira: Actually, I just don’t have any friends to eat lunch with… But eating by myself is pretty tough so I’m just getting Hiro-kun and Mayo-senpai to keep me company.

Hiiro: Fufu. It’s nice to meet you, um, Hitsugi-san? -Senpai? Let’s shake hands! I heard this is how idols greet one another in the big cities!

Hitsugi: Okay…? Uh, let’s shake on it~...?

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[neyxmessi]

I'm sorry but is it bad that I don't want Messi to go back to barca. Firstly I hate how they treated him towards the last few years and I know he's gonna get blamed if they lose. And we know barca is like family now so if something happens Messi will get blamed for it.

I hate psg with all my heart. Specially the ultras. And the coaching staff because they don't know how to use Messi's talent not to mention players ignore him on the pitch and don't understand his style of playing. All of this would be solved if he returns to barca but I just don't want him to get a bad name at Barca. He left as a legend and will always be the clubs best player. I wish his last days at the club was different but somehow I don't want him to return. The way they treated him makes me so angry. He didn't deserve it.

Part of me still hopes something magical happens and psg get a good team with an actual coach and NeyMessi wins an ucl together next year. I know it's a long shot. If psg doesn't change then I don't want either of them wasting their time there. Anyhow it's Messi's last few years and he has literally completed football and he also said he want to enjoy the time he has left. So I want him to play for a club he enjoys without getting blamed. My wish is man city with pep. But we all know barca is his home..

Anon your feelings are literally SO valid. Over the past few days, I feel like my perspective on where I want him to go to shifts like every hour.

With Barca, I would be so ecstatic. It is definitely his home and I would love him to link up w new players or reunite with old ones. But ofc there is a fear ab his re-integration in the team, and I would absolutely deplore if he went back and it didn’t work out and he gets blamed. My dumb self says that he could go back now and then Neymar could join him in like 2 years but… I don’t really know if I see that happening. Again my delusional brain would be so amazed if they could close the chapter on another CL win together.

For PSG, I’m highkey in my neymessi feels rn lol. I know they’ll be friends for life and all that stuff, but I really wanted their chapter to close on a high note. So, there’s a selfish part of me that wouldn’t be mad if he stayed bc of neymessi, but also a better coach and better players would also need to be figured out. But in the back of my head just knowing how the psg ultras treat him… they see him as “Messi” who is supposed to be the greatest and should bring them to CL and win every game bc he’s him, instead of “Leo” — the actual person behind the big name and status he was given.

And for city, I would love him to be reunited with pep! And juli!! Plus I think it would be funny to see how he’d interact w the other players on the team bc they seem so goofy. Idk how he’d fit in there, but the team definitely has a good flow and ik Pep would be able to figure something out.

So yes anon, I feel you 100% and don’t feel bad bc of how u feel AT ALL!!

[gluion]

serene (it’s what i hope for me) ➵ eric sohn

non-idol!eric sohn x reader

you should’ve known that eric wouldn’t be the one.

genre/warnings ➵ angst no happy ending, exes au, gender neutral reader, unedited, lowercase intended, shift between past and present to represent waves (hence the italics), the chilling realization of your suspicions always being right

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playlist ➵ california and me by laufey // you missed my heart by phoebe bridgers

a/n ➵ on my period and in my eric feelings :’) inspired by “california and me” by laufey. please listen to it! it genuinely resembles the feeling of ocean waves, hence the constant shift between past and present :3 and no, the ocean waves pics have no relation to this fic i just love ghibli aesthetics for the banner. i hope you all like this drabble! don’t forget to reblog and leave feedback!

it’s not summer where you are, but you stand where the season lives; sand in between toes, sea meets the shore. you bask in the sunlight as you look at the expanse of blue while the breeze comes and goes.

it’s serene here, beautiful—but it’s lonely; not a single sight of another person here to appreciate where summer continues to live amidst all seasons.

“i’m sorry.” those are the words that first leave eric’s mouth once you two arrive at the han river, the first words to confirm your suspicions of tonight.

you hold your breath. “w—what?”

“i know, i—”

“did i do something wrong?” your glossy eyes shine like stars under the moonlight; you almost hope they’re enough for eric to take those words back.

“no, no!” he attempts to reassure you but they’re meaningless after what he told you. “it’s not your fault. nothing is your fault.”

seagulls flap their wings, croaking out sounds of their whereabouts, finding their flock they may have been separated from. as you hear a similar sound in the distance, you watch the flock rush off.

the ocean runs to kiss the land every time it has to go, regardless of how long the two are kept away from each other. the deep blue rushes to bathe the pale cream, reassuring they will always return.

and while the beach is heaven on earth, you grow bitter. surrounded by instances of one coming back—choosing to reunite with the other—you wonder if that’ll ever happen to you.

“i—i could call you every night, or morning! maybe i can—”

“y/n, no,” he cuts you off. “we talked about this before, remember? we can’t do long distance, we’ve always hated it.”

your lips tremble. “you don’t even want to try?”

silence settles between you two.

“i would try to make it work for us, but you wouldn’t?”

a sigh leaves him. his hand reaches to rub his temple. “but it wouldn’t be fair to us.”

your phone rings. you look at it to see your best friend calling, so you answer it, putting it against your ear.

“y/n, i have to tell you something.”

a chuckle leaves you. “i know.”

“huh? but how? he only posted that picture an hour ago,” chanhee points out. “do you still follow his instagram?”

you only hum in disagreement.

“did you check his profile again?”

as you look down at your feet that’s consumed by the sand, a sigh leaves you.

“i thought we agreed to not look at his socials anymore! do we need to talk—”

“no, chanhee,” you cut him off. “i didn’t look at any of his accounts.”

“then how do you know? you knew exactly what i was referring to. how?”

you close your eyes, letting the heat of the sun and the coolness of the breeze consume you whole. “i just know.”

you look away from eric, allowing your eyes to take in the sight of the river stream continuously flow as it reflects the luminescence of korea—city lights and stars all together.

such a beautiful sight, but such a shame that it’s been soiled by his words.

“you’re right,” you find yourself saying. “we’ve talked about it before, we could never survive in a long distance relationship.”

you look back at eric. his go-to smile and the sparks in his eyes—all vanished in one night.

“i just wish we could.”

“i know. i do, too.”

your eyes peel open, greeted by the sight of the serene once more. you wish it could stay like this—tranquil, lasting.

“i hope you’re okay,” chanhee says on the other line. “i’m sorry that this is happening.”

you bite the inside of your cheek. “it’s okay, i’ll be okay.” it sounds convincing to you but not to your best friend. “i’ll call you later, okay?”

he hums for a moment. “okay, i’m here for you.”

you drop the call. you stare at your home screen for a moment until you decide to open up instagram.

you shouldn’t be doing this, especially after chanhee’s reminder, but your best friend's words have cracked the dam that held the water from pouring out.

you type his user like a password—discreetly, one you still know by heart.

in a matter of seconds, you see his profile pop up as a top suggestion. your thumb hovers over it, unsure if you should proceed or save yourself from reality. but you remember that it won’t change anything—nothing will change if you decide to look or not.

so you click on his profile, and your eyes land on the most recent post. from the preview in his profile grid, you already know that you were right. a bitter smile settles on your lips.

you shut your phone close and shove it into your pocket. your eyes land back to the ocean, glossy once more like that one night. it’s still a beautiful sight, but it’s a shame that it’s been soiled by one post.

in the same way the waves come and go, he always goes back to her.

[starjxsung]

Babe is such a universal thing, I think I’m going to start calling you honey! Honey is one of my personal favorites heheheh

I’m so sorry you went through so much star I hope you’re doing well and I can’t wait for you to be able to make that cake ahhh please send me pics! Also on the applying it’s best to stay in the job your in because it’s so true it’s hard to apply and see if you even get the job especially me as someone who’s still trying to apply and no luck ugh

What’s your love language??? Mine is words of affirmations I love telling people I care that i appreciate them so much

I don’t remember if someone had asked this before but has an anon actually tried to get with you like I know most of anons flirt with you a lot and you flirt with us and we made a mutual connection by even talking out of tumblr but like has an anon actually tried to take your flirting to the next level ie actually thought you were trying to get into a relationship????

A little life update on my end: anxiety really sucks, it’s making me lose sleep by waking up every hour and it’s messing with me a lot making me feel like my friendships are just one sided and that they rather be with other people than me. It’s not helping either that this anon on my tumblr has been saying mean things about me and criticizing the way I write ( it usually doesn’t affect me but rn with how I am mentally it kinda is) but it’s getting so bad that opening my phone and seeing notifications just makes me want to puke

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NO BC HONEY IS SOOO CUUUUUUTE it feels like marriage vibes frfr I love it 🤞🥹

I WILLLL POST PICS OF JILIX CAKE TOMORROW PROBABLY I actually bought one of those mini birthday cakes and it’s been sitting in my fridge for like 3 days so it probably tastes like shit now but it’s SOOOO CUTE IM SO EXCITED 💓 Ughhhhh I know exactly what you mean the job market sucks ASSSSSS rn I just know it’s gonna be an ordeal but I’m definitely still looking at what’s out there and seeing if there’s anything I can transition into that might be a little easier bc my work load right now is the fucking worst :(

Love language HMMMM I think it’s words of affirmation for myself, and then for others I’m really partial to gift giving 💞 I loooove being the kind of person who just finds something cute online and sends it to someone or surprises them w it! I order my sister little desserts sometimes since she lives in another city or sometimes I get random shit for my parents or friends bc it reminds me of them I just love seeing people’s reactions to gifts 🥹

The anon question hahaha yesssss I was in a kinda long situationship type thing w an anon on here and it ended really badly. I truly wish her nothing but the best now and we’re no longer on talking terms, but I’m always grateful for the people I have the pleasure of being in romantic relationships/situationships with even if they end badly ! I hope she finds what she’s looking for eventually

Also I’m so sorry to hear about your anxiety :((( I’m kind of in the same boat rn (literally just picked up my antidepressants today slayyy) but holy fuck wym there’s an anon sending you hate?? Hello?????? That is so fucked up oh my god I’ve gotten my fair share of anon hate on here but please just delete any messages you get and don’t even give them the time of day. It’s so fucked up they’d stoop so low and hide behind an anonymous profile to send hate to random people. What have they even been saying to you? If you need to send me anything privately on discord pls feel free to do so :( I’m so sorry this is happening my love you don’t deserve this at all and it’s gross people would think to do that. I love you so so much please ignore those losers

[rhazimpulsivelyposts]

I can tell I like my job and care about it because now that hours are removed , like set start and stop times, I just use my job as a hobby and continue working because it gets me out of the house and keeps me busy.

At my last job I would start packing up at 3:45pm and at 4pm I was clocked out on the dot , out the door , fcking byeeee

And maaaan if tickets weren’t involved? Just like here is a checklist, you have this long to get it done . What are even hours man? Like I could explore the city during the day part and then work for how ever long at night , shower , go to bed, explore some more. Day shift night shift when ever weather is nicest shift. I mean within reason I’m sure and if other people will be onsite and stuff or if I need advice probably wanna ask it during the day or what ever. Work 3 hours > explore > come back work another 5 or so ? Work 10 one day and get a tattoo the next day? I know I’ll get the work done too, like I’m not the type to fck off because I actually like what I do and I would never allow myself to slip enough for receipts to make me look bad. I take pride in the work I do, because it feeds my ego to be better at my job than others 🤣 😈 I have a big ego. Hard working , attention to detail, sexy as fck ego . But it’s because I can walk the walk and not just talking a big game. I show up and show motherfcking out btch .

Every retail job I worked they let me get away with so much sht because I did the job and I did the job well. Proctor & Gamble was going to fire me for testing positive for THC and it had to go through 3 levels of management and they kept me because I was so good at the job. Office Max , Sams Club, and Starbucks used to let me have my phone out and be snacking and eating . All the time I had stuff in my mouth unless I knew I would be talking to customers . “Does she have headphones in?” Yep , because as long as you do the job well and give them nothing to complain about, you get to be special 🥰 and have special rules . In retail at least. I stood my ground with my “good luck replacing me” and they never could if they tried 🤣

even my last job said they would welcome me back with open arms after I told the managers the place was a drowning shit show and they don’t respect their workers. I keep it real because I know I can find another job in a week if I wanted to. I don’t NEED anyone, but I am thankful for the people and jobs that actually treat me how I feel I deserve. And I’m thankful for people in my life who take chances on me and take time and effort to help me with things . Always be growing :)

Even managers who had something against me, could never knit-pick my work because I do a good job, and when I get criticism I take it with an understanding want to improve so that they can’t find anything wrong with my work and my work ethic 🤣 it’s called ~ anxiety ~ and if I appeal to my anxiety and do what it tells me, it later feeds my ego when I can’t get in trouble because I did all the things right. Protecting myself.

I had a team lead try to get me fired over weird beef we had outside of work, by going to managers about my social media. I didn’t fight for my job I said “ look if you have to fire me over that I get it” , not only did they not fire me, never make me sign a write up, but the team lead btch quit 🤣🤣 oops did your plan backfire? When she left and was saying bye to everyone , I shook her hand and said “ I’m sorry things had to go down that way, I hope someone at your next job is just as pathetic as you are and tries to get you fired” 🤣🤣 the tech boys stood up in their Cubes like 👀 . Don’t fck with me.

When I left Proctor & Gamble because my contractor contact was an asshole, I told the higher ups that I was tired of always feeling like he could get me fired and they were all shocked because they liked me more than they cared about him knit-picking my work. 🤣 two different companies in that chain begged me to reconsider and stay and I was so over working with that older Indian man who always second guessed me and talked down to me that I said “sorry it’s a no for me dawg” if he’s my contact or my equal or my supervisor or what ever he thinks he is to me, I’m not working here. I don’t take disrespect. Actual structured criticism with proof , delivered in a respectful way, I’m all ears baby. I’ll take the advice and try to implement it or ask questions but you wanna talk down to me like I’m stupid? Nah. I’m your equal, and if I’m not your equal you better be raising me up to be your equal emotionally and intellectually. Teach me don’t just tell me I’m wrong. Teach me nicely don’t just bark at me. When I teach people I’m nice and thorough and understanding. I respect people. Until they disrespect me. Treat people how you want to be treated.

[nella09archive]

Marriage. 108

Chapter 108: Uh

“But wouldn’t it make sense to get it out the way first?” Did he really just ask that? We have a whole weekend to get that done. And if he does it, it should take no less then 30 minutes, or an hour if he’s bore. But then I thought of something. Even thought, I’m trying this whole flirting thing, that Erasa suggested, maybe I’m doing it all wrong. How they do it in the movies again? Oh yeah.

I then wrapped my arms around him. “What if I was the assignment? What then?” He looked confused. “Gohan, I’m flirting with you.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

I just slapped the book in his face. “Maybe you do need to read this after all!” With that, I got off his lap and walked over to my closet. When I look back his way, he’s not there. Where did he go? I turn back to my closet, just to see the book was placed there. Uh? I look back to the bed, and he’s look at one of the assignment books. Did he just? “Hey!” He looked at me confused. Now I question if he’s really confused or just toying with me. Then I remembered something funny. Whenever he was dressed as Saiyaman, he was this cocky jerk. As Gohan, well what I thought was Gohan, he was the shy and easily nervous guy. So, wait a minute. Maybe he did know I was flirting with him, or he was confused that I even did that. I never really did flirt. Well, not in what the media says is flirting. Time for a different approach.

I walked over to him, and take the book away. “Hey. I was at the last question.”

“When did you even start?”

“During homeroom, while you was talking with Erasa.” I felt my face burn. Then it hit me.

“Gohan. Did you and Sharpner talk while me and Erasa were gone?” His face turned red. “Spill it!” I punched his shoulder.

…

“So, you’re really staying over Videl’s this weekend. Thinking of getting lucky?” He just slaps my shoulder. What in the world? I asked what he meant. He grabs my shoulders and shakes me. “Getting laid. Fucking. Getting some good pussy. Whatever you want to call it. But basically, you thinking you’ll get to do it.”

My face just kept burning the more Sharpner spoke. On top of that, the language he’s using is a total shock. Like where’s his manners. That’s just rude, and disgraceful. Shouldn’t sex be like a more intimate and pure feeling? Instead of sounding like a dirty, filthy act of fulfilling an animalist desire. I get the whole concept of the need for reproduction. But why saying it in such ways sounds so dirty and disgraceful?

“Gohan.” I felt him slap me. “Man, get a grip. You look like you’re going to puke. What I say?”

“Why do you have to say it like that?”

“Oh. Sorry nerd boy. I sometimes forget you were homeschooled, and raised pretty much away from the city.” I felt annoyed by that comment. “Look, girls like confidence. So, if you’re thinking about it, just go for it. Or. Hear me out. You could let her lead. Which I personally think sucks. Females take too long, and only want to foreplay. If you’re leading, at least you can go straight for the goal.”

Now I’m curious. “And it worked for you?” He just started coughing before saying a yes. I’ve seen Yamcha and Krillin do that before, when they don’t want to lie. “So, I take that as a no.” He started laughing, and saying I was right. “So, what am I supposed to do?”

“Well, you could always just tease her. Like, boob grabbing, slapping the ass, or even a combination of the two. I also heard that some girls like to just be over powered. Like, the guy actually proving he’s stronger, and easily take what he wants.”

“But isn’t that demeaning to a female? Isn’t that like taking advantage of them?”

“Well, if you do it a random girl, of course. But there’s a difference between doing it because you can, and doing it because it’s attractive. If the girl trust you, and knows for a fact you won’t hurt her, it’s fine. It’s when you hurt them, or actually do something that they don’t want, it’ll be bad. It all depends on the situation. Not stop overthinking this shit, and just go for it.”

“Sharpner, when did you become smart?” We started laughing at that one. Then, on qui, the girls came back.

…

“Maybe.” Is that really all he had to say to me. I pushed him, and got on his lap. I was ready to punch him, when I tell him to tell me what happened. “Nothing major. Just talking about stuff. Clearly Erasa thought the same thing.” Now my whole body was burning up. “Are you still going to punch me?” When I looked at him, he didn’t look scared of the punch. If I was mistaken, he looked excited about it.

“Do you like getting punched?” He just shrugs like he doesn’t really know. “It’s not liked my punches actually hurt you.”

“They don’t, but doesn’t mean I don’t feel the effects. Especially when you catch me off guard.”

“So, wait.” I couldn’t stop smiling. “When have I caught you off guard?”

“Enough times to know you’re a size 8 and a half in shoes.” That’s when I finally punched him. “Hey. Don’t tell me I was off.” I punched him again and again. By the fourth punch, he held my fist. “You’re being cute, but can you stop punching my face.” I felt my face burn at that. When he let me go, I started banging his chest and calling him a jerk. Then he did the most insulting thing I have ever witness. He started reading the book again, while I was hitting him. I tried to get off him, only to have his hand keep me in place. “You feel good, don’t leave.”

“So, get rid of the book.” He flip the book to should me what he was looking at. He was looking at nothing. “You jerk!” I started banging his chest again. I then feel his hand going up my thigh. I stopped hitting him, and crossed my arms. “How dare you?”

“You want me to stop?” He gave me a confused face, and looked slightly sad. He let go of my thigh. So, he really thinks I want him to stop. “I’m sorry.” I placed his hand back, and tell him he did nothing wrong. “You sure?” I nod, and that’s when I saw him smirk at me. Wait. Why is he smirking? I then feel his other hand on my other thigh. When he does so, he sits up, and lands a kiss on my lips. I pushed him back, and he does it again. We laugh at that. Then he surprise me by standing up, and still holding me. “What would you like to do?”

“Well, we could comfy.” He asked how. “We could take off our clothes. You can’t be comfy wearing a long sleeve shirt for every season. Even in summer, I wonder if you’re actually not burning up.”

“You won’t be wrong. But I do feel comfy in long sleeves. Would you like to make the whole getting comfy thing a game?”

“What you got in mind?” I can’t believe he talked me into this. I was down to my underwear, and he still was wearing his pants. If I get one more wrong, I had to get rid of either my sports bra or my panties. How did I get myself into this? Ok, I better think of a good question. “What is the chemical compound of gasoline?”

“Hydrocarbons. What is the structure of sulfenic acid?” Crap! I don’t know that one. “You still have the one chance left, to look at your notes.” I still can’t believe I used two chances already, and he hasn’t used any. But then he’ll win for sure if I lose after I use my last chance. Screw it! I’m doing it.

“An organosulfur compound and oxoacid with the general formula RSOH. What chemicals are found in female organism?”

“You can’t be serious. You are serious. We didn’t study human biology. You trying to throw me off. Not fair.”

“Answer the question or lose the pants.” His face turns red, before he smiles at me.

“Oxytocin. What compound are in the human male sperm?” Now my face felt hot, and I threw my bra at him. “The answer is mainly citric acid, acid phosphatase, calcium, sodium, zinc, potassium, protein-splitting enzymes, and fibrolysin.” I folded my arms, and tried my best to hold my boobs together. Maybe it’ll distract him and make he lose.

“What is arsenic on the periodic table?”

Without missing a beat, he answered. “33, As.” I can’t believe this! Since I know I lost I just took my panties and threw it at him. “You want to try again?” I just said no, and was hit in the face by his pants. “Don’t be a sore loser. Come on. You almost got me with the biology question. I’ll give you a freebie.”

“What part of the spine does scoliosis affect?” That’s when he threw his boxers at me and said I got him there. “The middle of the back to lower back.”

…

The moment we both were naked I couldn’t help admire her. I didn’t think she would actually agree to that game. But glad she did. While admiring her, I can’t help notice how where her eyes keeping landing, before she looks away. I been at attention since she took off her shirt, a few questions back. But now that we’re naked what now. I guess she doesn’t know either. Till she has a smile on her face, and watch her crawl her way between my legs. The face she was giving me was making my skin burn.

The moment her face super close to me, it’s becoming harder to breathe. Without warning, I watch her lick me, before seeing her put me in her mouth. “Ah.” It feels so good that I can’t keep my eyes open. Her mouth feels so warm and this sensation is driving me insane. The moment I feel something pass along the tips my senses are on overdrive. I can’t think straight, nor do I want to. As I’m enjoying this wonderful feeling, I could smell something that’s getting me more excited. As much as I’m loving this, I want that. Then I hear a pop, and my eyes finally open. Just to in time to witness Videl having me between her breast. From her warm wet mouth, to her soft breast. These almost feels too much, and I’m loving every minute of it.

While she’s moving up and down, she’s also licking the tips. This feels so good. And the scent coming from her is also driving me crazy. I really want that more, but I don’t want to hurt her by mistake. I continue joying this feeling till I feel something building up, and my vision slowly becomes blurry. It’s then that all I could see is spots, while an explosive feeling shock my body. Now that. Felt amazing. It has me panting to caught my breath. I have to blink a few times to clear my vision, and I look down. Uh? Videl is covered with white, cloudy thick liquid. She’s also smiling. Does that what semen look like? At least Videl is happy, and I can’t help smile back. She then used her finger to pick up the substance and puts it in her mouth.

…

I wonder how the boys are doing, and if my Gohan is ok. Goku and Goten should be back soon, since it’s almost dinner time. I still can’t believe Bulma showed up the moment they left. I’m even more shock at what she left me with. There’s no way I could use those. But I am grateful for her new medicine, that she’s been working on. Guess Vegeta doesn’t hold back either. I am getting tired of using senzu beans every time Goku goes all out. Besides, I love it when he does. I just dislike the taste of senzu beans.

…

“Videl, you sure about this? Doesn’t this usually hurt the first time?” I don’t know what I appreciate more. The fact he hasn’t black out on me, or the fact that he really cares.

“I’m sure. It makes me happy that you’re my first, and will be the only one to have me.” That puts a smile on his face. He kisses me, as I feel him rubbing against me, till I feel myself painfully stretching. I grab his arms and hold tight as I feel him slowly enter me. It takes a while for him to be fully inside me, and I’m between wanting it out and wanting him to stay. He then started kissing me, and saying to let him know when I was ok. He’s so sweet. But the face of horror is worry some.

When I tell him he could move, he looks worried, but he does move. At first, it’s very slow, but it was starting to feel nice. It was a nice rhythm, and he kept kissing me. When I told him he could go harder, he looked very worried. “You sure?” I nodded, and went back to kissing him. He was being super gentle regardless how hard he went. He was making me feel fragile and small. I actually like it. For now, this is perfect. But I do worry if it’ll always be this way. I’ll just won’t think about the now, and question things later.

…

She’s so small down there. No wonder it hurts them. As I took my time, I watched her facial expressions, and feel her tight grip on my upper arm. I tried my absolute best to control all my strength, but the more in I went, it became madding how good it felt. I did hit a small wall, and kissed her. I read about this part, and it’s actually can be the real painful thing about the first time. The moment I went past it, I smelt blood. Even though I knew, from researching it, there was a chance this could happen. It still didn’t make the horrified feeling go away. Even if this is part of life experience, it still didn’t make me feel better about the fact. The fact I made her bleed.

I tried my best to make sure I didn’t do anything else, unless she told me. No matter how good it physically feels to me, she’s more important. When I was allowed to move again, it took me everything to stay in control. Even when she’s encouraging me to do more, I can’t help it. I’m more worried on hurting her, than my own desire. What feels like a long time finally passes, her grip on me has loosen. Her face has relaxed, and she looks like she’s enjoying it. It’s now that I pick up the pace a bit more.

Having her moan my name is pushing me to the edge of my control. The way she feels around me, and how she sounds is a dangerous combination right now. As we’re kissing, I feel her rubbing my back, till I feel a weird shocking sensation, when she rubs just below the base of my back. That felt amazing, and I involuntary thrusted a little too hard. That came as a surprised to both of us. But she caught me off guard by doing it again, and again. I was heading into the point of no return, and when I went there it felt unbelievably amazing. When I came back, Videl was smiling at me. I couldn’t help smile back. I asked if I hurt her. “No. The opposite. That’s felt incredible. I’m glad it was you.”

We kissed as I withdrew myself. As much as I would love to go again, I don’t want to push her. So, we just ended up cuddling, and enjoying the moment. Somewhere along the line we fell asleep. It felt great to fall asleep holding her like this. And when we woke up, it felt like complete bliss. I didn’t even want to let her go. Even when she tried telling me that she wanted to get up. When she tried, I went into panic mode. She wasn’t able to sit up, or even walk around, without looking in pain. I really did hurt her. I was feeling a heavily sense of guilt. So, I carried her the whole time. “Gohan, it’s ok.”

“No, it’s not.” She kept trying to reassure me, but it didn’t help. Maybe if I were to get… Wait. Wouldn’t that make it she felt pain every single time we did it? The rest of the day I didn’t let her go. And I made sure to be extra careful with her. When it came to bed time, I held her super close. I was afraid to let her go.

…

When Gohan came home Sunday, he looked very beaten up about something. He wouldn’t even tell me what was wrong. All he did was come home, say hi mom, and went to his room. My poor baby. What could have happened to cause that long face? Wasn’t he supposed to be having fun? I’ll ask Goku to find out for me. By the way, where is my husband? I haven’t seen him since lunch. Maybe he went back to the fields. I wonder how I’ll tell him about what Bulma gave me. That should be an interesting conversation.

…

When I came home for dinner, I saw that Gohan had a long face. I wonder what happened. I looked over to Chichi, even she seems worried. I guess I’m going to have to find out for myself. While we ate, Goten tried to cheer Gohan up, but it didn’t seem to work.

After dinner, I went to Gohan’s room. He didn’t seem he wanted to talk, but I wasn’t going to sit around while he looked like that. “Dad, it’s nothing.”

“Nothing doesn’t make you mop like that. Now tell me.” After a long silence, and a sign, he finally told me. So, they finally got to that. And he’s taking it really hard. Poor boy. He then asked about me and Chichi. “Hum. I don’t think that would be a good idea.” He had a long face again. I tried to reassure him that everything will be fine. It took some work, but he finally smiled and said thanks. “Anytime kiddo. Now, if you’re not going to study get some rest. Because right now you look beat.” We laughed at that. I ruffled his hair before heading off to mine and Chichi’s room. Once there I was met by another worried face. “Gohan fine. It’s ok.”

She didn’t look like she believed me, but she did back away. She then went on about how Bulma dropped something off yesterday. It was a type of new medication Bulma created. Also, a wrist bands that supposedly lowers my strength, enough to be human. “Bulma said the meds are supposed to work like senzu beans. She also wanted you to try it out. She had tried it on Vegeta, but she needs another subject to try it out for her.” She didn’t look happy about that. “She practically wants you to be a test dummy. Which is just awful. But I do get her point.”

“And the wrist bands?” She claim it was nothing important, for now. “Chichi?”

“Goodness sake. Goku, sometimes you don’t know your own strength. Not saying it’s a bad thing. Just that sometimes I wish you took it easy.”

I hugged her. “Oh, I’m sorry. Why didn’t you just say so?” I started to kiss her neck. She started to giggle.

“Stop it Goku. I’m not in the mood tonight.” Disappointing, but it’s ok. With that we headed to bed.

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When I went to school on Monday, I didn’t know what to expect. But a very happy welcome from Videl wasn’t one of them. She looks fine, and is walking ok. But I’m still worried, and trying to be very careful around her. I did try to act like everything was ok, but I was still worried. After school, I flew with her home. When we got to her room, I asked for the 100th time today if she was ok. “Gohan calm down. I’m fine.” She then tried kissing me. “Oh, come on. Not even a kiss?” She looks so cute when she’s mad.

Somewhere along the lines, she ended on my lap, while we sat on the floor. I was also able to smell her arousal, and I was fighting the urge to just take her. She’s still hurt. But man does she smell so good. I want her so badly, but I just can’t. Then she did something that caught me off guard, and I just loved it. She had undid my pants, and had her hand in my boxers, stroking me. That felt really good. I even slipped my hand in her spandex shorts, in her panties, and worked her vagina. We moaned into the kiss, as we worked each other. But then she suddenly broke the kiss, and the way she looked was just breathtaking.

“Take me.” Uh? She lean in closer to my ear, and was practically purring. “I want to feel you inside. Take me.” I bit the inside of my cheek, as I tried carefully not break her shorts, or panties. When those were out the way, I lower my pants and boxers, and were left on one leg. The moment I brought her down over me, I was sent into complete bliss. She felt so wet and tight. And when she moved along me, it was madding not to go insane. I let her control the pace, but it was so tempting to take over. But not wanting to hurt her outmatch the desire to go faster.

But the noise she made, the way her face looks, and how she smells was slowly picking at my resolved. I was slowly inching away from sanity the moment I took off her shirt. Soon her bra followed, and watching her breasts bounce had me hypnotized. I soon found myself having her pinned under me, while I went harder and faster, while playing with her breast. Before long I felt a rush of wetness wrap around me, and it had me seeing stars. When all senses came back is when I tasted something funny in my mouth. I looked at where my head was a moment ago, and I don’t know if I should be horrified or happy. There, at the base of her neck, was a bleeding bitemark. I tried to lick it clean, and all Videl could say was it tickled.

Even though I kept apologizing, but she tried to reassure me. I was about to pull away, till she wrapped her arms around my neck. She was giving me the most beautiful smile I’ve seen yet. We soon ended up naked bodies wrapped together on the bed. I just couldn’t pull away, and I didn’t want to. It was tempting to just stay and go a couple of more rounds. Till we heard my cell go off. It was mom, telling me to come home. How it was a school night, and to tell Videl she said hi. After a few more kisses, and a very hard good night bye, I went home. Before I even landed on the yard, I already spotted dad. Oh, please tell me Goten is already in bed. When I landed dad told me to use my window. That Goten was in the den. I mouthed a thank you, and was off.

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Seeing Gohan come home night didn’t bother me. It only bother Chichi, due to it being a school night. But she told me to keep an eye out for him. The moment I was able to sense him getting closer I stepped outside. The moment I was able to smell him, I tried to hold back a laugh. He smells of Videl, and more. Oh, did he have a fun tonight? When he came closer to view, is when I spotted blood stains at the corner of his mouth. Did he? Probably. My little guy is really becoming a man every day. I’m so proud. Videl is really special.

The look of horror at seeing me, proves he was doing something. I couldn’t help but smile. I told him to use his window, so he can avoid the load of questions, Goten might have. He mouthed a thank you and ran around. I went back inside, and went over to Chichi, who was still cleaning the kitchen. I kissed her forehead, and whispered that Gohan was home. She said she wanted to see him. “I don’t think that’ll be a good idea right now. But you should be looking forward to our Gohan having, maybe, officially mated with Videl.” She gave me a shock expression, and was about to ask how would I know. “I don’t. That’s why I said maybe. But it is something to look forward to.” She smiled and then nodded.

“Maybe I should make some treats for the two, for tomorrow.”

“Or wait till we know for sure before you do anything.” I just hugged her from behind. “I also want to give tell them congratulations.” She nodded, and I was off to spend time with Goten. The rest of the week went by smoothly. Even when Gohan would sometimes come home late.

Since it was Saturday, I was able to sleep in a bit. So happy Chichi let me have Saturday to not worry about the fields. When I went downstairs for breakfast, I was ambushed by an ever energetic Goten. Either Chichi’s right about me getting old, or he’s just way too energetic for his own good. Once breakfast we over was when we got guess. When Videl came in Gohan had the brightest smile when he went to hug her. Thankfully Chichi cover Goten’s eyes in time to not witness his big brother kissing Videl. They look cute together. When they came over to the kitchen is when I spotted it. So, he did do it. That’s my boy. I think Chichi notice it too, the way she had a bright smile.

The rest of the morning, the kids were doing their own thing. While Chichi sent me to get a few things. Which I was happy to do. When it was lunch came it was nice. “Mom what is this?”

“That’s deer, Goten.”

“Wait! You haven’t made deer in years. What’s the occasion mom?”

“No reason.” The smile Chichi had you would think otherwise. Even I couldn’t stop smiling. The face Gohan made was also funny. He looked very confused. Videl on the other hand couldn’t stop complimenting the food, even asking for seconds. To make the whole thing even funnier, was how, Chichi is wearing a top that shows more of her neck and shoulder. When Goten finished his portion, he went outside to play. That’s when me and Chichi actually started giggling a bit. Gohan kept looking between us, till his eyes finally landed on Chichi. To be more exact, when he spotted what Chichi was, in a way, displaying.

“REALLY!”

We couldn’t stop ourselves when he said that, and his face turned red. “Congratulations!” That’s when Videl face also turn red. They went silent, and were just looking at their food. When they finally looked at us, they said, in union, thank you.

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[bookworm105616]

Not a new update, but for my friends who read It’s All Futile! It’s All Pointless! I present to you an earlier draft of chapter two.

(Also if you followed me just for this, I’m sorry I’ve been reblogging exclusively Dracula Daily my feed scares me.)

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The house was too quiet at night.

A handful of crickets chirped, some floorboards creaked, an owl seemed to be having a fit somewhere - but it was all hushed. Muted.

He longed for the sounds of the city. Cars and sirens and the occasional gunshot. His dad’s frankly ridiculous snores, which he always used to pray would mysteriously stop one day because he could hear them through the door and they kept him up tonight.

Well. At least that wish came true.

Strange to think about. The fact that he would never see his dad again. Those feelings were jumbled, all tangled up tight in his chest and writhing like living creatures - like a nest of snakes.

It’s hard to mourn someone you never truly knew. He knew his dad was a big-shot politician, he knew his dad’s favorite hangover cure was a Virgin Bloody Mary, and he knew his dad was happy to throw money at him no matter the occasion if it kept him out of sight for a few hours. Little more than that.

Is it wrong to wonder if you miss your own father or not?

During his time in the hospital he quickly learned that those thoughts often led to the sort that made his burns ache.

So he stopped. He sat up (carefully, he was always so careful now) and made his way to the window. The moon was full and bright. If he strained he could almost hear a wolf howling somewhere in the distance.

Softly he brushed the curtain aside, allowing light to stream in through the glass and scatter a few beams of moonlight on the dark-wood floor. With his damaged hand he reached for them, sighing quietly to himself.

There was a gentle knock at the door. He startled, head whipping away from the pretty sight.

Isn’t it a bit late for this?

Surprisingly the door didn’t squeak when he opened it. He’d expected it to - the doors in his condo nearly always had.

Tommy was standing in the hallway, twisting the hem of his shirt in his hands like just needed something to do with them. He smiled - or rather, he grimaced. Like he was trying to offer a grin but his facial muscles didn’t quite remember how to make the expression.

“Ow do?” He coughed. “I uh - I heard you tossin’ and turnin’ and shit. Thought it might be the quiet, y’know? Got to me when I first moved here too. If that is your problem. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have bothered you, I can go -”

Tubbo reached for Tommy’s arm as he turned to leave, letting go like he’d touched the eye of a hot stove when the other boy flinched violently. “It’s okay. Did you want to come in?”

“We have to be -” Tommy put a finger to his lips. “We have to be really quiet.” His voice lowered to practically a whisper.

Glancing over his shoulder as he took a small step inside the door, he hummed nervously. “I can’t - I shouldn’t stay long, yeah? I’m not supposed to leave my room at night.”

Not my business, definitely not my business.

“Why not?” Tubbo blurted out as he moved to his bed and started pulling off the comforter, planning to lay it on the floor to use as a cushion.

“I’d get into trouble. Mischief if you will.” He glanced at the window, averting his eyes. “Plus Dream is worried I’ll steal things or run off in the middle of the night. Ah - what are you doing there Boss Man?”

“I don’t want my ass to get bruised sitting on the uncomfortable floor. I’m delicate. Like a bumblebee.” Tubbo answered matter-of-factly. “Now talk to me. I want information.”

He plopped onto the now well-spread blanket and crossed his legs, gesturing for Tommy to do the same. After a moment’s hesitation, he did.

“What do you want to know?” Tommy asked hesitantly. He did everything hesitantly - even his fidgeting was uncertain, halting, like he could and would stop in a heartbeat if anyone so much as raised an eyebrow at him.

What is safe to ask?

Shrugging, he leaned back against the bed frame. “I don’t know. Just general stuff maybe, like….who planted all the flowers and shit out front? They’re well pretty.”

“Oh.” Tommy shifted and looked like he might smile, eyes softening. “I did. I always thought I would hate gardening, but it’s basically playing in mud for hours. I love mud. I want to eat mud. Flowers are pretty cool too though. Maybe I can show you the garden in the morning.”

“That’d be awesome.” Tubbo tossed his head, trying to clear some hair out of his face. It was always getting in the way, itchy and thick. He was fairly certain he inherited his hair from Puffy, whose unruly mane had curls large enough to wrap around her wrist like bracelets.

“You’re - I mean -“ Tommy paused and cleared his throat, suddenly flushing a light, embarrassed shade of red. “I mean you’re not just saying that to mess with me are you? Because we don’t have to look at it.”

“Flowers are fucking cool man.” Giving up on his previous method, he just finger-combed the hair out of his face - huffing a little in annoyance when his nails caught on a tangle. “I’d love to look at some flowers, I swear it.”

Shoulders eased, relief clear on his face, Tommy gave a little nod of approval - apparently Tubbo had passed some sort of unspoken test.

“Good. That’s really good.” Jerky shrug, awkward wooden-puppet movements. “What do…what do you like to do? Y’know, for fun?”

What do I like to do?

Ride the bus for miles and miles until nothing looks familiar. Reach new records in Packman at an antique arcade in the decrepit old shopping center near the condo, located squarely between the shady Chinese Takeout Place and a derelict convenience store. For a while he’d made it a goal to try the pumpkin pie at every diner in L’Manberg, because hell, why not?

“I’m a chess prodigy.” He settled on. “I used to compete in tournaments and stuff - even got on the fucking news once which was pretty pog to be honest. So I play chess sometimes. Usually against the computer, since I haven’t found anyone who can beat me yet.”

“You don’t sound like you enjoy it very much,” Tommy noted. “You sound - fuck, what’s the word…resigned? I don’t fucking know. Like it was okay but not fun.”

Startlingly, he was correct. Chess was something Tubbo started doing because it was easy, he was good at it. A natural at it. He got trophies. Prizes. Applause.

He didn’t get his father’s attention.

“I prefer video games these days. Play a lot of Minecraft.” Smile - grimace, it’s all the same in the dark. They could just make out each other’s faces in the dim moonlight, any details beyond vague shapes shrouded in shadow.

“Ha.” Tommy laughed, a short, breathy thing. “We haven’t got a computer here. Apparently I’m not supposed to go near anything with a fucking screen.” He explained, sounding rueful and mild in equal measure. Clearly it was something he’d gotten used to a long time ago.

Laying flat on the floor, Tubbo could feel the grit and grooves in the wood under his back. There was a gauge in the floor he traced absently with his fingers, enjoying the strange texture.

Foolish is going to find this hilarious.

“Why not? Does Dream think they’re radioactive or something? Is he one of those people who shops at Trader Joe’s?” He didn’t mean to gush, but he’d never met someone who didn’t have access to excessive technology. Almost everyone in his family had worked with computers to some degree - hell, even his dad’s ex-fiancée had been into that shit.

Laying down next to him, Tommy snorted. “It’s my doctor actually. Says the internet might ‘further my delusions and ‘damage my fragile psyche’ or whatever the fuck.”

“Care to elaborate on that, Boss Man?” Tubbo pressed, turning onto his (un-injured) side to stare at him imploringly.

At first, Tommy said no. Then Tubbo’s stubborn silence finally got to him and he sighed, giving in to the smaller boy’s plea for information.

“All the adults think I’m crazy.” Tommy admitted in a conspiratorial whisper. “Totally fucked in the head. I’m guessing they didn’t warn you about that.”

“Must have slipped their minds.” Tubbo answered amiably, almost lethargic in his calm reaction. “So are you?” He was half listening, half staring at the ceiling. It was relatively plain, but there was an intriguing stain just above his head and he was trying to figure out how it got there.

“Am I what?” Tommy rolled into his side just like Tubbo had, until they were properly face to face. His gaze felt searching, prying, but Tubbo didn’t think he meant it to be so he didn’t mind much.

“Crazy. Mad. Totally bonkers.” He yawned and it was painful, his melted skin protesting most enthusiastically.

Puffy always said those were very negative terms, crazy and mad and all that. She said it was okay, that everyone struggled with mental health sometimes and some people just needed a little more help than others which was ‘totally fine’. That didn’t make them crazy or bad or wrong.

I miss her.

Tommy laughed that quiet, rueful laugh again. “The hell if I know, Big Man. Maybe. Fucking probably.” He adjusted his body so he was lying on his side like Tubbo, nearly eye to eye with him.

“That’s okay.” He let his eyes drop shut and bunched the blanket up under his head as a makeshift pillow. “I think maybe what happened to me is making me a little crazy too.”

Sleep wrapped him in her warm embrace and he drifted off, fast asleep (or doing a great job of pretending to be) before Tommy could ask any follow up questions.