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purplesurveys · 3 years

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Your ex taps you on the shoulder and says, “I still love you.” You say? I feel like I’ve answered a similar situation recently, but I would assume it was a drunk text or wrong text, inform them about it, and move on.

Do you play video games? Nah. I do feel a sort of connection of video games since I grew up surrounded by them, though; but I’m more of a watcher than anything. I like watching playthroughs of video games I’ll never play. Do you spend a lot of time with family? No. We used to, back when the quarantine was still a relatively new thing – we hung out in the living room all the time. But now that we’ve settled in this new normal, we’re back to our normal routines and I usually like staying in my room.

Is your house more than two stories tall? Technically, yes. We have a rooftop that serves as the ‘third’ floor.

Have you ever hit your significant other? Has he/she ever hit you? My ex and I never hit one another; that’s a gigantic red flag even I would notice, considering I ignored most of the ones I saw hahaha.

What makes you an attractive person? (Talk about your personality too!) I’m not sure if I’ll be able to answer this question directly, but I like my generosity. I’m not sure if I can call it attractive, though. But if we were focusing on physical features, I like my smile.

What color is your hairbrush/comb? Pink.

What snacks do you have available in your household atm? My dad splurged on chips in his last grocery run so we actually have quite a lot of junk food in the pantry at the moment. He also bought several packs of cookie sandwiches, wafers, sunflower seeds, and garlic-flavored peanuts.

Has anyone recently told you that they like you, or find you attractive? Neither.

Are you attracted to the last person you Facebook messaged? No, she’s just a good friend of mine.

Do you care about anyone that doesn’t care about you? I guess I don’t, because I’m not even aware of them.

Was your last Facebook friend requests from a male or female? Guy. It was another reporter, so I just ignored it and luckily he didn’t PM me just to ask to add him back, which others have already done. I really hate when work people try to make their way into my personal accounts.

Which one of your relatives is most likely to embarrass you? My parents, especially when they are rude to service crew. Gen X-ers are impeccably talented at that, apparently.

When was the last time you ate a bar of chocolate? Around two or three weeks ago when I had dinner at Angela’s. Her dad gave me a bar of Crunch so I can have something sweet after our meal.

Do you play any games on Facebook? No, I never did hop on that trend.

What would you like to get a degree in? I wanted a degree in journalism, and graduated with such. At the end of my college stint I didn’t want to pursue it anymore, but I pushed through with it anyway because it was too much of a hassle to shift and start all over.

Do you wake up a lot in the middle of the night? Technically not, because I stay up until the middle of the night anyway. It’s been a while since I fell asleep anywhere between 8 to 10 PM.

Would you prefer to read a book, watch a movie or TV show, or play a video game? Watch a show.

Do you usually get popcorn or soda at the movie theater? I don’t like either; I get fries instead.

What genre of films do you like the best? Drama.

How many bank accounts do you have? Two but I haven’t been using the other one in months. That was the bank account I initially opened when I first started ~adulting~ but when I got employed I was required to enroll in this other specific bank, so that’s what I mainly use now.

Have you ever had the flu? Not really. I just get the occasional fever that pop out of nowhere.

What is your goal for the next few months? Start saving FOR REAL, and also prioritizing furniture over merch for a while so I can finally fix up my room, which is quickly starting to look and feel like just a warehouse and not very homey at all.

Have you ever had some kind of sleep-disorder? How did it affect your life? Nope.

Have you ever had food poisoning before? Describe the experience. Yeah, it was from barbecue that apparently went bad, even though it tasted nothing of the sort. I woke up at 3 AM sweating profusely and with the most excruciating stomachache; I was feeling hot, cold, and nauseous all at the same time, and it probably lasted for like an hour or so.

What are two things that you have no problem paying full price for? Sealed albums and my pets’ vet expenses.

Funny, charming, cute, romantic, smart - choose only 2 for the opposite sex. Charming and smart.

Have you ever let somebody use you? Why did you do it? It felt nice to help people.

You can go back in time & change something in your mom’s past - what is it? Good question; I’ve never encountered this before. I would let her live a more comfortable, privileged life, where she didn’t have to staple her shoes to keep them closed or have to choose between eating at a fast food restaurant or being able to commute back home.

Do you know anybody who is around the exact same size as you? Who? I’m not sure, actually. Everyone’s always slightly taller than me.

Ever been to a haunted house? How scared were you? I haven’t.

Been on any websites today you wouldn’t want your parents to see? Tumblr, I guess? My survey blog isn’t for any irls to see.

Which is worse: dusting or mopping? I don’t really do either often, but I’ll go with mopping.

Would you marry somebody who was intensely religious? Not for me.

Did you pull a senior prank? No, that’s not a thing here. Did you graduate? Yeah, elementary, high school, and college.

Have you ever been unfaithful in a serious relationship? Nope.

What was the last song you listened to? It’s a song called Epiphany.

Are you one of those lucky people with 20/20 vision? Not ever since I was like 9 lol.

Is fashion one of your interests? I’m way more interested in it now for sure, mostly because the celebrities I’m into these days put a lot of effort when it comes to their style; so it makes me more aware of the trends that come and go, as well.

Do you think you’ll eventually find that special someone? I’m keeping it as a possibility, but it’s not a priority for me now.

Do you care what people think? To an extent, I would say. My life doesn’t depend on it, though.

Is acting something you enjoy? Never been.

What was the last thing you broke/sprained? Do you mean a thing or a body part? Anyway, I’ll answer both. The last thing I broke was my BTS Mic Drop pen of V looooooooooool the figurine came off the pen :(( It was pretty cheap though so I’m fine with it; I can always get another one. Last body part I sprained was my ankle, when I had a bad fall a couple of years ago.

Have you ever fought with a friend because of their boyfriend/girlfriend? Because of yours? Either hasn’t happened.

Has a stranger ever yelled at you for your language? I don’t think so.

Whose house, other than yours and your families', are you most comfortable at? Angela’s. Also JM’s, just because their family doesn’t hover and that vibe can sometimes be nice whenever I’m at someone else’s place.

Has any of your friends’ family ever yelled at you? Never.

Did you ever play a sport as a little kid? Did you enjoy it? Not as a very young kid, but I took up table tennis starting when I was 12. Did you ever watch the show Full House? Nope.

Is there a celebrity you are just DETERMINED to marry? Now that’s just delusional haha. I’m pretty obsessed with some celebrities, that much I can admit; but thinking of them in the context of marriage is so many steps overboard.

Have you ever burned someone’s picture? No. I could, but I am scared of fire and will probably just think of other ways to express my anger, like tearing up the photograph. What’s the longest hike you’ve ever been on? Total length was probably like 3 hours. I haven’t gone too far when it comes to hiking.

Would you ever get a lip tattoo? Not interested.

Who is the first person of the opposite sex that pops into your head? Hans.

Do your parents smoke cigarettes? My mom tried it once in her life, I think. My dad has never smoked.

What does one of your T-shirts have written on it? “Hope right here!”

Name a pet you definitely wouldn’t want. Anything that’s supposed to roam freely in the wild, like squirrels.

Would you prefer your partner smaller or taller? Taller, since I’m already quite pint-sized to begin with lol.

Do you enjoy going through old pictures? Sometimes. Other times, it's too painful. It also depends on the era of the pictures. < Agree, especially with the eras. Childhood photos are always fun to look at, but I have had to delete a CHUNK of photos from years ranging from 2014 to 2020 because I’ve lost a handful of friends from that period.

Do you believe people when they say they don’t judge people? It’s hard to for the most part, but I’ve noticed very few people people really don’t. Most of the time it’s bullshit though.

What did you love the most about the town you grew up in? That it’s pretty close to the metro.

What’s a movie that you laughed the hardest during? Hmm, I prefer TV shows if I’m craving comedy.

What’s a movie you cried the hardest during? Life Is Beautiful.

What’s your favorite restaurant? Omakase for my sushi fix; School Tteokbokki if I want Korean; Yabu if I’m looking for a generous rice meal.

Is there a dessert you don’t like? Anything with fruits.

Favorite album? After Laughter by Paramore.

What’s a book that you read because everyone else was reading it? I can name authors instead of books – John Green and Haruki Murakami.

Underwater or outer space? Outer space.

Dogs or cats? Dogs.

Kittens or puppies? Puppies.

Bird watching or whale watching? Whale watching. I don’t get to be in the water as much, so I would jump at the opportunity.

What is your spirit animal? I dunno if I have one but let’s just go with dog and elephant, I guess? They’re my favorites.

What was your best subject in school? History.

What was your worst subject in school? Chemistry.

What is one thing you wish you knew in high school? Don’t waste your time.

Who is your fashion icon? Audrey Hepburn.

Diamonds or pearls? Diamonds.

What color dress did you wear to prom? For my own prom it was cream-colored/beige. When I went to Mike’s ball, I went with a royal blue gown.

What’s your favorite plot-twist? I don’t think I’ve found my favorite yet.

Honestly, are you jealous of someone right now? Not actively.

Honestly, what’s the worst thing you’ve done when you were mad? I dunno...road rage, maybe?

Honestly, ever made anyone cry when you were mad? It’s very likely.

Honestly, when was the last time you REALLY cried your heart out? Sometime in the last week.

Ever pop someone else’s pimple? No thanks.

Do you need to return anyone’s phone call? Nope.

Who are you closest to? Angela.

Have you ever had a bad concert experience? No, all the ones I’ve been to have been amazing experiences.

Are you currently sad about anything? Not really. I can’t complain.

Have you had any form of exercise today? Nah.

Can you handle blood? Nope, I will feel faint if I see it 100%.

Has any place hired you underage for a job? No.

Have you ever carried a concealed weapon? I haven’t.

Are you currently searching for a job? No, I like the one I have.

Does eating breakfast make you sick? No?

#survey #surveys

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talistheintrovert · 4 years

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time trips and tenderness

@starlightafterastorm asked for a “little Bellarke timey-wimey time travel story” and honestly that’s like catnip to me, so here you are my dear! The anomaly accidentally throws together dropship bellamy and clarke and s6/7 bellamy and clarke, in front of everyone (bring out your popcorn kids)

read it under the cut or on ao3!

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Clarke wasn’t sure what happened.

One minute she was walking through Sanctum on her way to meet Madi after school, the next her foot stepped into nothing and she was falling, hard. She landed in a cloud of dust and wisps of material, and she coughed as she pushed herself back up on her knees. “Clarke?!” She lifted her head. She had fallen through some kind of hidden trapdoor into a secret room, clearly well out of use, and her fingers had snagged a sheet as she went down, dragging it off a large machine against one wall. A few heads began to appear over the trapdoor as Bellamy called her name again, and she looked up. “I’m okay,” she reassured him, getting to her feet and dusting off her pants. She narrowed her eyes over at the contraption; it had symbols carved all over it like the anomaly and levers along one side. “What are you?” Clarke muttered to herself as she approached it. There was a series of dull thuds behind her and she turned to find Bellamy, Gabriel, Murphy and Miller had all jumped down into the room after her. “Cute,” Murphy deadpanned.

“I was wondering where this went,” Gabriel said, brushing the last of the flimsy cover off the machine. “Russell must have hidden it after I left.”

“What is it?” Miller asked. “It was supposed to be able to figure out what the anomaly did by harnessing it, but I could never get it quite right. It could take a snapshot of the wave but the readings were all over the place; it was incomprehensible. I managed to capture what I thought was part of the anomaly inside this-” he rapped his knuckles against the glass box in the center of it, “-but once the wave disappeared, so did whatever was in here. And then I never got to try it again, for obvious reasons. I had to make do outside of Sanctum, I figured Russell had destroyed this one.” Clarke felt Bellamy’s hand come up against her side, and she glanced at him, seeing the concern in his face as he looked her over, checking for injuries. She wanted to tell him she was fine, but she couldn’t help but savour the feeling of his palm against her waist. It was pathetic, really, what she’d been reduced to - gasping for every tiny morsel of physical affection she could get. She opened her mouth to say something, but caught herself when she saw something flickering behind the glass in the machine. It was small, but she was sure she saw a lick of green flame. “Is that…” she stepped forward. “I think there’s something in there.” “Unlikely,” Gabriel started to say, right before the entire cavern lit up with green as the flame burst into life inside the box and the machine started on its own. “Holy shit,” Murphy vocalised what they were all thinking. “What the hell?” Gabriel shook his head. “That shouldn’t be possible.” And then the light flashed, filling up the entire room and blinding them all. Something slammed into Clarke’s shoulder and she would have hit the ground again if it weren’t for a pair of strong arms catching her. There were clatters and shouts and then the light faded and Clarke blinked the vision back into her eyes. She squinted, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. The light must have screwed with her head, because there was no way the scene before her was actually happening. Except- “Clarke?” Bellamy asked, taking a step towards her, confused. But he didn’t look right; he was younger, clean-shaven, and she remembered the clothes he was wearing but she hadn’t seen them in years. The figure at her back tensed, and she looked up to see Bellamy - her Bellamy - frowning warily at the figure before them. He opened his mouth, “What-” “Why are there two of us?” Another voice said, and Clarke turned her head to stare directly into her own face. She was younger, hair longer, wearing a shirt that Clarke missed. She tilted her head. “You cut your hair.” “Yeah. A while ago,” she replied, unable to think of anything else. “I don’t like it.” “I do,” Young Bellamy remarked, eyes raking over her. “Suits you, Princess.” Bellamy’s grip tightened instinctively on Clarke’s shoulder at the old nickname, and he snapped his fingers at his young self. “Hey! Jackass! Eyes up here.” Young Bellamy smirked, but dragged his gaze up, raising an eyebrow at himself. “I got old.” “Fuck off.” “Real mature,” Young Clarke rolled her eyes. “I see you haven’t changed.” Clarke couldn’t help but laugh incredulously at the idea. Gabriel and Murphy were getting to their feet behind them, and Miller was standing to the side staring widely. She wondered how young these versions of themselves were - it was definitely the dropship days, but it had to be early. There was no way she would be automatically irate at Bellamy after the Day Trip, so it must have been before that. “Where are we?” Young Bellamy asked, taking in the tiny room and the hole in the ceiling. “When are we?” Young Clarke corrected. Gabriel lifted a hand, “It’s probably better you don’t know that. We don’t know how the Anomaly works; we should mess with it.” “Didn’t Octavia’s memory get wiped when she returned?” Miller asked. “Well, yeah, but-” “So you’re in the future, we’re on a different planet, and you two are in love but neither of you have done anything about it which drives the rest of us fucking insane,” he explained loudly, before anyone could jump in and stop him. Clarke felt Bellamy’s hand on her shoulder loosen, like he wasn’t sure what to do with those words out in the open, and she became hyper aware of every part of her body that was touching his; wanting to move away but frozen to the spot. Young Bellamy snorted. “Not likely.” “How did we get here?” Young Clarke asked, completely sidestepping the other revelation. “There’s an Anomaly on this planet that messes with time,” Gabriel chimed in, resigned to the fact that they were going to know regardless of his protests. “I built a machine to harness it and somehow it spat you both out.” “Why us?” she made a face, looking over at Young Bellamy with distaste. “Didn’t you hear, Princess, we’re in love,” he replied, raising his eyebrows at her in that cocky way that used to drive her crazy. She rolled her eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous.” “Hey, Future Miller said so,” he shrugged, clearly amused by her annoyance. Young Clarke rounded on their older selves. “He’s joking, right? You’re not really in love?” Clarke opened her mouth but nothing came out, and she could feel Bellamy shifting his weight behind her, also staunchly refusing to say anything to break a silence that was becoming steadily more awkward. Young Clarke faltered, and the amusement fell off Young Bellamy’s face. “You’re not serious?” he asked, incredulous. “Oh my god this is better than Christmas,” Murphy grinned. “Shut up, Murphy,” Clarke and Bellamy said in unison. Young Bellamy’s gaze cut across to him, curious, and Murphy lazily saluted, leaning against the wall. “Still following Bellamy’s orders, I see,” Young Clarke remarked. Murphy snorted. “You hear that, Bellamy? She thinks I’m a lackey.�� “No, I think you’re a dick,” she snapped, eyes narrowing at him. “You shove around the younger kids and you picked a fight with Wells.” Clarke felt the breath catch in her throat. She was talking in the present tense, which meant that these versions of themselves were from before Wells died, and she wanted to cry at what they were still yet to go through. At all the horrible things headed their way. Bellamy seemed to come to the same conclusion, and his arm slid down her arm soothingly, stroking between her shoulder and her elbow. To his credit, Murphy’s attitude sobered somewhat, and he shrugged. “Yeah, I was an asshole back then. But I like to think I’ve done enough to make up for it by now.” “Give it another year,” Clarke joked, trying to push down the tears that threatened to fall. Murphy noticed her expression and huffed, walking forward to hook an arm around her and pull her into a bony hug. “Anything for the Princess.” She managed a watery laugh into his shirt before she pulled away, and he pinched her side. “Don’t you get crying on me now, you know I’m bad at dealing with that.” “Shut up, Murphy,” she repeated, but there was a smile in her voice. “Wow,” Young Clarke said slowly. “You weren’t kidding. I’m friends with you?” “Don’t push it,” he winked. “Sexually charged acquaintances at best.” “You’re disgusting,” she muttered. “No arguments here,” he flashed a grin. “Anyway, it’s nice to catch up and all, but now that they’re here, how do we send them back?” Everyone turned to look at Gabriel. He held up his hands. “I have no idea. All I know is we can’t let them leave this room, because even if the Anomaly wipes their memories, if everyone else sees them, then people might try to use this machine for the worst. The second they return to where they came from, I’m destroying it. In the wrong hands, this could be a weapon of mass destruction.” “So we just have to… sit here?” Young Bellamy asked, already looking restless. “Until the wave returns, yes.” “Great,” Young Clarke said sarcastically, pointedly not looking at either of the Bellamys. A heavy silence fell over the room, no-one willing to permeate it. Gabriel was scrutinising the machine, attempting to appear oblivious to the awkwardness, while Murphy and Miller were just staring between the two sets of their friends like it was a tennis match, waiting for someone to volley first. Bellamy’s hand had long since stopped moving, clasped loosely around Clarke’s elbow, and she was watching Young Bellamy as he tried to maintain that cocky bravado she remembered finding so annoying. Young Clarke just folded her arms and glared at the hole in the ceiling. “Well, this is fun,” Miller deadpanned. Young Clarke huffed. “I just don’t see how we would ever become… that.” She gestured at her older self and Bellamy dismissively. “It doesn’t make sense.” “It’s been a long time since the Dropship,” Clarke said quietly. “But still; Bellamy? I thought I had better taste,” she turned up her nose, and Clarke noticed the way Young Bellamy’s gaze flitted across to her, amused. Even back then, he didn’t hate her as much as she thought he did. And she remembered those days - she hadn’t hated him as much as she wanted him to think either. “I’m wounded, Princess,” Young Bellamy teased, clutching his chest like he’d been hit. “I thought we had something.” “Was I really that arrogant?” Bellamy asked, sounding bothered. Miller choked on air. “God, remember the arguments we used to have?” Clarke said wistfully. “I miss those.” “Yeah,” he agreed, shaking his head. “Things were so simple. We only had to worry about a hundred delinquents, not the world ending. Fuck, I miss all of it, how sad is that?” “Pretty pathetic,” Murphy chimed in. Bellamy’s hand was still on Clarke’s arm, and Young Clarke noticed, raising her eyebrow at them. “When did this happen? When did we get so close, what changed?” “Everything,” Clarke said, at the same time as Bellamy said, “Nothing.” “Well that clarifies it,” Young Clarke said sarcastically. Young Bellamy snorted. “Don’t be like that, Princess, it can’t be the most repulsive idea in the world. Don’t think I haven’t caught you sneaking a peek at me in the mornings before I put a shirt on.” “Did you really? I thought I was being subtle.” Clarke asked, looking up at Bellamy. He shrugged. “Yeah. I figured you didn’t like that you found me attractive though, seeing as you constantly got in my face, so I never brought it up.” “Until now, apparently,” she smiled, and he returned the expression, eyes crinkling in the corners as he looked down at her, faces closer than they had any right to be. “I just don’t get it,” Young Clarke interrupted, exasperated. “I do,” Young Bellamy ran a hand through his curls as the attention of everyone in the room stuck to him, looking sheepish and avoiding her gaze in particular. “Hey, I might find you annoying, Princess, but you’re not unattractive. And you’re smart, and you care about people - too much, sometimes - and you think ahead, which is more than I can say for most of us.” “That’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me the entire time we’ve been on the ground,” Young Clarke said, surprised. He shifted his weight uncomfortably. “Yeah, well, don’t get used to it.” “Why not? Clearly we get there eventually,” she gestured at the older versions of them. “Don’t want you getting too cocky,” he said in explanation, smirking. She rolled her eyes so hard it looked like she might pull a muscle. “You’re such an ass, how did I ever fall for you?” “It was all the beard,” Clarke deadpanned, the joke out of her mouth before she could overthink it. Behind her, Bellamy froze. “Really?” She turned around to face him and his arms fell to his sides, eyes widening at her as she started berating him, arms gesticulating wildly. “No, you idiot, I’ve been in love with you for years, I didn’t just decide when you got back to the ground that I find beards sexy. In between falling in love with you and losing you, I didn’t think, ‘hm, wow, if only he had a beard, then I would jump his bones’. Oddly, that thought never crossed my mind. I don’t know exactly when I stopped just looking at you as my friend and started looking at you as the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, but it was long, long before the fucking beard. God, Bellamy you’re so much more intelligent than you give yourself credit for, but sometimes, you’re so-” Bellamy cut her off by kissing her, fingers on her cheeks and lips warm against hers, and she melted into it, caught completely off-guard. One of his hands slid around her head, tangling in her hair, and she sighed into his mouth and draped her arms over his shoulders, deepening the kiss. “Gross,” Murphy said, but she could hear the smile in his voice. “Seriously? Eight million years of sexual tension and that was all it took? You made a joke about finding beards sexy and that was all it took?! You could have saved us all years of torment,” Miller complained loudly, but Clarke just flipped the bird at him over Bellamy’s shoulder. “Stop kissing in front of the children, you’re upsetting them,” Gabriel said, impassive, and Clarke laughed, breaking the kiss. She caught Gabriel’s eye and he grinned, winking as he went back to fiddling with the levers and pulleys on the machine. “Did that just happen?” Bellamy asked, soft. She blinked. “Yeah. I guess it did.” “Doesn’t feel different,” he murmured. She searched her feelings, waiting for some kind of realization to hit her, or for the world to shift under her feet, but Bellamy was right - it didn’t feel any different at all. It felt exactly like they always did. She hummed agreement, stretching up on her toes again to press a chaste kiss against his lips and he chased her back down to the floor, arms banding around her waist to keep her there. “Is it weird that I found that kinda hot?” Young Bellamy asked, squinting as he thought it over. “Yes,” Young Clarke snapped. “I mean, it’s us,” he pointed out. “And?” “And watching us make out is kinda hot, Princess, I don’t know what you want me to say,” he rounded on her, one hand resting on his gun the way he always did back then. Gabriel made a noise of excitement, dropping a pin back into the contraption, and it whirred to life again, green starting to glow from within the glass box. “Everyone back!” They all stepped away, leaving Young Clarke and Bellamy still bickering in the center of the room. Miller squeezed Clarke’s hand as she leaned back against Bellamy’s chest, his arm around her waist, as they watched the young versions of themselves get in each other’s space, all heated words and blatant sexual tension. She poked his chest and he stepped closer into his space, and both of them seemed to be doing their best not to let their eyes drop to each other’s lips and still failing. It was almost comical how obvious they were. “Is that really what we looked like?” Clarke asked. “Yep,” Murphy nodded. “I can’t believe we didn’t see it,” she shook her head, awestruck. “Look at us, we’re practically desperate to tear each other’s clothes off.” “We are not!” Young Clarke and Bellamy said at the same time, right as the green light flashed once more, filling the entire room and blinding them all. When it faded, the two of them were gone, leaving no trace of their presence behind, and Gabriel patted the hood of the machine, happy with the result. He glanced up at the rest of them, still processing what had just happened, and tossed a hammer at their feet. “Who wants to help me destroy it?” Murphy didn’t need to be asked twice, picking it up and taking a wild swing at the machine. Miller joined next, while Gabriel went looking for some accelerant to set it on fire, and Bellamy made to join him, but noticed the way Clarke had fallen silent. He hung back, moving into her space, trying to catch her eye. “You okay?” he asked, lips almost close enough to brush her forehead as he talked. “I’m just thinking about them,” she admitted. “About everything they’re going to go through. It’s not fair.” He tangled his fingers in hers. “No, it isn’t. But we made it; here and now.” “Yeah.” “The past is the past, there’s nothing we can do to change it-” “Especially not now!” Murphy yelled, slamming the hammer down once more and making the machine cough smoke. “-but we’ve got a whole future to look forward to,” Bellamy continued, ignoring the man. He tugged Clarke closer. “And I’m looking to you, Princess.”

#the 100 #bellarke #bellarke fanfiction #bellarke fanfic #the 100 fanfiction #bellamy blake #clarke griffin #john murphy #nathan miller #gabriel santiago #lil timey wimey au #canon divergence #it's not spec because it'll never happen but a girl can have some fun fluffy dreams okay #666 fics #my fics #talis's 666 celebration!#i hope you like it cutie!!!#sorry it took so long!!

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katahnisharma · 5 years

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Could we get a head cannon where Tom likes the reader and she is Harry and sams age and the start dating or something along those lines❤️ and I love your writings

Thank you lovey @btxts21 sorry this took so long 💕

So you and the twins first met at a pub quiz in London

They needed another player and saw you from across the room, you looked nice???

You were reading a book, completely oblivious to everything

The friend you’d come with was off talking to a guy, leaving you all alone at your table

So you thought you’d get in a little light reading

ReAdInG iS CoOl OkAy!!!

At first, Harry is a little nervous to ask you

It’s a little weird for a complete stranger to approach a person to be on their quiz team

But Sam practically pushes him over so the two of them aren’t disqualified

“Um, hey there…”

“Hi??”

*Abort mission, abort mission*

Harry goes completely red, he knows he looks ridiculous

You can see Sam in the background facepalming which makes you laugh a little

“Can I help you?”

“I’m so sorry to be weird, but we need another player or we’re going to be disqualified”

“Oh, well….sure then?”

Harry is so relieved you agree, and when you go over to meet Sam the three of you instantly hit it off

Being the same age, you all have a lot in common and it’s just so comfortable with them

Like imagine cracking jokes and sharing memes with each other, laughing so hard you fall out of your chairs

“Guys, we just missed the question!”

The twins are completely in awe when you start answering like ten questions correctly in a row

“Polynesia, right?”

“How the hell..?”

Lowkey a little jealous because they can barely make two in a row

But they make you promise to be their partner for future games, and there began the start of a beautiful friendship

From then on, the three of you were practically inseparable, you actually nicknamed yourselves the Three Musketeers

It was almost like having best friends for brothers, you could tell each other everything

When you first met Tom, you were beating Harry at MarioKart

“Ha, I beat you again! Still the queen!”

“Shut up, Y/N. Hey Tom!”

You turned around and came face to face with the oldest Holland, smirking at you when you went red with embarrassment

This was the first time you’d ever actually seen Tom, and it was a lot to process

He was even more beautiful in person, and the brown eyes looking you over made you flush even darker

“Who’s this?”

“Y/N, the third member of the Three Musketeers. She’s basically part of the family now.”

“That’s a pretty name. I’m Tom, darling. Nice to meet you.”

Oh my god he called you darling

“Nice to meet you too, Tom”

Tom watched you hang with his brothers for the rest of the day, he was captivated by you

At first he thought it was just because you were gorgeous, but then Tom realized it was a little more than that

He had a crush on you, he just couldn’t help it

You were funny, smart, and completely comfortable with his family which made him extremely happy

You were so cute when you laughed or smiled, Tom wanted to listen to you all day

As soon as you left, Tom pried the twins for information on you

What you like, where you were from, WERE YOU DATING ANYONE???

“Shit, you like her don’t you?”

“Pff…no…..maybe….?”

“That’s it, I’m never bringing girls here again”

The next time you came over, the twins were acting a little odd

At first, you thought they were just tired or dealing with something

But after the seventh nervous glance, you’d had enough

“Alright, one of you had better tell me what’s going on”

“Sam, you tell her”

So after a couple painfully awkward minutes, Sam told you that Tom had a crush on you

If you’d been drinking something, you would have spit it out

“Me?!?!”

“Yeah, crazy right?”

“Gee, thanks”

“Harry, that sounded really stupid”

What they neglected to tell you was that Tom was actually around the corner, listening to the conversation

Because he was wayyy too scared to confess his feelings until he knew they were reciprocated

“So….I take it you like him too?”

“….yeah? But oh my god don’t tell him!!”

“A little too late for that, darling”

Shit

“How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to hear you like me too”

“Of course, that would happen to me”

“So, this mean you’ll let me take you on a date?”

Meanwhile Harry and Sam are just watching the back and forth like it’s a riveting tennis match

Harry actually whispered to Sam that they should get popcorn but Sam punched him in the arm

“I…uh….yes?”

“Oh, love, you won’t regret it”

“Is that so?”

Tom stalks over and whispers into your ear

“Guess you’ll just have to wait and find out”

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thewnchstrs · 5 years

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Broken Halos Prologue

Pairing: JensenXDanneel, JaredXGen

Disclaimers: none!

Word Count: 2.4K

A/N: okay so I’m trying something new for my next series! For the prologue, I just decided to do a series of social media posts through the reader’s point of view. Let me know what you think!!

Also: the reader is about 16 in this series and has been working on the show for about twelve years playing Liz Winchester, Sam and Dean’s sister :)

S E R I E S M A S T E R L I S T

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February 3, 2019

“Now click ‘share’,” Jared said, pointing to the upper right corner of my phone screen as I watched the picture of the Impala I’d taken load onto the Instagram feed. “Your first Instagram post!”

“Better late than never I guess,” I said, smiling down at the screen when Jensen’s comment travel quickly to the top. Jared and I squinted it at before looking up quickly to Jensen who was in his director chair, motioning for us to get into the car to start the next scene.

“He’s no fun,” Jared joked, the two of us sliding into the Impala as he explained the ins and outs of an Instagram story.

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March 1, 2019

“Happy birthday to you!” the cast and crew finished after Jensen finally broke and let us sing for him on his birthday, the group erupting into cheers and claps.

“Alright, alright,” Jensen said as he waved us off, the tips of his ears slightly pink. “Thanks you guys.”

After singing our off-key tune everyone began to disperse in order to get the filming day started. I snuck up next to Jensen as we began to walk toward the trailers, giving him a sideways hug.

“Happy birthday,” I said as he squeezed my shoulder. “Any big birthday plans?”

“Work,” he laughed.

“Aw, c’mon! You don’t have anything planned?”

“Y/N, my four birthday parties last year were enough to last me the rest of my life.”

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March 24, 2019

“Rocco, lets go!” My dad said as we continued to run down our usual path at the back of the house. I turned to look back over my shoulder where Rocco was rolling over onto his back, his paws in the air and looking up at my dad.

I laughed, jogging back as I rubbed Rocco’s belly after taking a picture of him, “He knows he’s cute, that’s why he does this.”

After his picture had been taken, Rocco quickly rolled back up onto his four legs, watching us as if he were finally ready to go. Dad laughed, patting Rocco on his head, “He is pretty cute.”

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April 13, 2019

I couldn’t count the amount of times I’d been to Chicago, but it felt like every time I landed in that big city it seemed like it couldn’t get any better. I gazed out the plane window down at the city lights that shown brightly against the dark sky.

“It’s pretty, huh?” Mom said as she leaned over the armrest between us to look out the window. I nodded, not wanting to look away for even a second.

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April 19, 2019

I fell on top of the hotel bed, huffing as I splayed my arms and legs across it, my ankles feeling like they were on fire. I tore the heels off, throwing them onto the floor.

“We’re never doing that again,” I laughed to my friend Sydney who flopped against the bed next to me.

She nodded in agreement, “But it was so fun.”

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April 25, 2019

I set the popcorn down on the coffee table, sitting in between my parents as we switched the channel, getting ready to watch the season finale.

“What do you think’s gonna happen?” My mom asked my dad.

Dad shrugged, grabbing a handful of popcorn, “I don’t know, I just hope they’re all in one piece by the end of it.”

I glanced to the two of them, “You know I could just tell you-”

“No!” They nearly shouted in unison. I laughed shaking my head as they shushed me. “It’s starting!”

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May 3, 2019

I breathed deeply, the crisp air around us unlike anything I’d ever felt before. Sydney and Daniel trailed close behind as we hiked the trails.

“Isn’t this the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?” I asked as we looked around.

“It’s amazing,” Sydney agreed as we peered up at the mountains surrounding us.

Daniel gripped his backpack strap tighter in his hands, “Yeah...alright, that’s enough heights for me for the day. What do you say we head back down?”

“Just five more minutes,” I said as I stared off, Sydney and I dropping our backpacks to the ground.

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May 22, 2019

I crossed off another day on my calendar, flipping it to the next page to see the large circle around June 22. I smiled, the thought of another convention making my heart swell. The last few weeks were hard, like some days are and it was reassuring to know I had something good to look forward to in the future.

I ran my hand over the Always Keep Fighting sticker I’d stuck to my bedroom mirror, reminding myself that even in these hard days, no matter how bad they seemed, there would always be something just on the horizon worth sticking around for.

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June 22, 2019

“Why are you wearing that in June?” Jensen asked as he looked at my outfit during the gold panel. “We’re in Texas!”

The comment made the crowd erupt into laughter. I looked down to my all-black outfit before looking up to him, “Hurts being this good looking.”

The three of us laughed, Jared snapping his fingers in a Z-formation, “You tell him, girl.”

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June 29, 2019

“There she is!” Mom said as I parked the car, opening the back door and letting Rocco and Oscar out of the backseat, watching them run toward the picnic benches outside of the brewery.

I sat down next to mom and dad, watching the dogs run off to play with each other. I reached for mom’s glass of beer as she pulled it away, giving me a warning look. I turned to dad, who let me take a quick sip of his, earning him an even more stern glare.

“Hey, Y/N!” Danneel said as she came from inside, wiping her wet hands on her overalls. “Oscar was okay for you?”

I nodded, “Always. You guys busy?”

“Ahh,” she looked back toward the brewery and back to us. “Yeah, we’re pretty short staffed.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Mom asked as she stood. “We’ll help out.”

Dad nodded in agreement, “Point us where you need us.”

“No, you guys enjoy your drinks-”

“Danneel,” mom said as she laid a hand on her arm. “We’re here to help, whatever we can do.”

Danneel smiled, holding mom’s hand as she explained what she needed. “You okay watching the dogs out here for a while?”

I picked up the tennis ball, throwing it across the park, “You kidding me? This is the best part of helping out here!”

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July 9, 2019

“How do they do it?” I asked as I watched Tom and Shep easily ride the horses around the small fenced-in area. I subconsciously rubbed the back of my thighs that were sore from only riding for nearly ten minutes.

Gen laughed, adjusting Odette on her hip, “They’ve been on a horse or two.”

“Great job, you two!” I shouted to them, seeing their small smiles flash over to Gen and I. I turned to Odette, tickling her belly making her laugh. “Not much longer and you’ll be out there, too!”

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July 19, 2019

I knocked twice on Jared’s trailer before pulling it open, shielding the present behind my back. Jared looked up from the counter he was sitting at in front of his laptop, smiling at me. “What’s behind your back, Y/N?”

I scooted inside, keeping it hidden. Jared watched me closely as I held it out, handing him the poorly wrapped gift. I eyed the Christmas gift wrapping that used to say ‘Happy Birthday Jesus!’ before I took a sharpie to it and crossed out Jesus for Jared.

Jared laughed, “You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“I wanted to,” I said, sitting down at the bar stool on the other side of the counter. He slowly unwrapped the gift, holding it away from him slightly. I rolled my eyes. “Nothing’s going to bite you. Promise.”

Jared pulled out the framed picture of him, Jensen and I from nearly eleven years ago. I watched how his eyes dragged across all of the short messages from the cast and crew I had them all sign.

Jared looked up to me, tears in his eyes, “Y/N, I- thank you, I love it.”

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July 21, 2019

“This is a really unique feeling, we’ve been up here a few times and have been really lucky,” Jared said as we sat at our Comic Con panel for the last time. I marveled at the audience, taking my final look at them before we had to leave. “And I know last night J, Y/N and I were up talking for about two or three hours just about the show and how lucky we are. And I think, for me, I am so grateful that the friendships I’ve made, those will never go away, and what we’ve done here, that will never go away either.”

The crowd erupted into applause as Misha leaned toward his microphone, “You know, backstage we all promised we weren’t gonna cry and we all knew we were lying to each other.” Misha said, making all of us laugh. “Just...just, we love you guys, love you guys,” Misha said, looking down the panel. “Thank you.”

At this point, I couldn’t hide the tears that freely fell down my face. I ran the palms of my hands over my cheeks as I watched Jensen begin to speak, “Thanks for showing up, you guys because without you, we wouldn’t be here. It’s an amazing thing to see, this many faces who appreciate what we do...” Jensen trailed off, obviously choking up. “Just, thank you.”

I sighed, knowing it was my turn to speak. I smiled, “You guys have been such an amazing group of people who’ve quickly become our friends and...and we’re so lucky to have done this for so many years. Thanks for riding this crazy ride with us all the way.” I said, wiping away more tears, Jared patting my back. “We love you, we’ll miss you.”

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July 31, 2019

“Crap, crap, crap,” I said quickly, trying to delete the picture that was already being drowned in comments about my character’s fate. I quickly deleted the post, my heart pounding. I banged the palm of my hand against my forehead, shaking my head at myself.

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August 10, 2019

“Please stay up, please stay up...” I begged as I slowly backed away from the tents I’d spent nearly an hour on. I held my hands up, making sure not to make any sudden movements, holding my breath, waiting for them to collapse. When they stayed in place, I smiled triumphantly, turning around to where the kids were not five minutes ago. “You guys?”

I listened quietly, following the sound of quiet giggling all the way to the bathroom. I pushed the door open, my heart melting at the sight of them playing together on the rug.

“There you guys are,” I said. “I finally got those tents up-”

“We like it in here, Y/N,” JJ said. I raised my eyebrows, looking to the twins who nodded in agreement. I laughed, nodding once.

“Alright, bathroom it is.”

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August 20, 2019

The crew around us burst into fits of laughter once Jared had jumped around the corner and smashed the pie into Misha’s face, Jared’s arms thrown up in the air in triumph. Misha shook his head, the pie falling to the floor.

“I thought you’d be nice to me today!” Misha shouted at him through laughter as he wiped the pie from his face, flinging it at Jared.

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September 29, 2019

“So, my question is for Y/N,” a fan asked from the side of the stage. “What went through your head after you posted that picture on Instagram basically spoiling that Liz was alive.”

Jensen and Jared along with the audience burst into laughter. I banged my head against my microphone dramatically, but laughing with them nonetheless, “I thought I was fired!”

“Liz would’ve really been killed then,” Jensen said, laughing. “Seriously, what was the mental process you went through when you realized what you did?”

I sat back in my chair, reminiscing on my own stupidity, “Well first, I was confused why everyone was so excited I was filming, and then I went into a kind of shock where I couldn’t move for a minute, and then it was like my body was moving so fast I couldn’t remember how to work Instagram.”

Jared and Jensen laughed harder, shaking their heads before turning to the audience, “You never know! Maybe she died and she’s back as something else!” Jared said, quickly trying to take the fire off me.

I shrugged, “You never know...thanks for making me relive that.”

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November 3, 2019

I waved as the fans moved down the line, signing autographs while also trying to make small talk with each of them. I hated that it had to move so quickly, wishing I could sit down with them and talk to them individually.

The next girl in line stepped forward, smiling brightly as she handing something to me, a large book covered in a collage of pictures of Jared, Jensen, Misha and I, “This is for you, I made it.”

I smiled as I flipped through it, catching glimpses of past photo ops with fans, old pictures from set that had to have been taken nearly ten years ago. I found myself trying to fight back tears at the gift. “This is amazing, thank you.”

“I wanted you to have something for when after the show ended so you’ll always have a piece of us,” she said sweetly. I took her hands in mine before hugging her over the table, wondering how I’d gotten so lucky.

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chillmichelle · 6 years

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Open and Hoping

Y/n gets more than she bargains for when she suggest her and Harry begin an open relationship as a last resort

4k+ of angst

Warning: Mentions of sex

3 years prior

I can almost feel the words on the edge of his tongue as he sips copious amounts of expensive wine in silence. I wonder to myself how he’s going to tell me he’s unhappy.

Maybe he’ll beat around the bush. He always had a high tolerance for alcohol, and he’s not very good at being upfront when he’s sober. There’s no way he’s drunk this quickly as his aura still seems tense. Forced, almost.

“I don’t think this is going to work.”

Maybe he’ll sugarcoat it. Coax me into agreeing with what he has to say with some romantic feature about our past.

“We had 5 great years together You were the first girl I ever really loved... but I think we should end it here.”

Or maybe, he just doesn’t love me anymore at all.

“I want a divorce”

Harry and I were still very much in love in certain ways. He enjoyed holding me while he slept, or watching cheesy movies with me while I built a sad excuse for a fort and popped some crappy knock-off movie theater popcorn and turned on badly filmed horror film from the 80s.

But he never told me I was beautiful anymore. Slowly, his compliments turned into looks, and his looks turned elsewhere. He slept with other women, I thought, because he couldn’t get off with me. It was incredibly painful knowing the man that I was hopelessly in love with no longer found me desirable, that he no longer tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear before smiling at me in adoration.

Eventually we both became more unhappy friends who were forced to be together. Harry would messily try to hide that he was sleeping with other people from me, ad the stress of having to sneak behind my back caused him to blame me for his tension instead of anything else.

There were times when I believed that it was his fault our marriage had turned out this way. But the more I pondered it, the more I realized that I could’ve tried harder. I could’ve flown out to see him when he couldn’t be bothered with a phone call, I could’ve told him how much he went to me sohe never had to sneak comfort in another person to begin with.

He loved me when it was convenient.

Before he has the opportunity to state what i’ve been fearing for the past few months of our crumbling marriage, I intercept his statement before it can begin.

“I know you’re sleeping with someone else, Harry.”

He chokes on his wine, sputtering the grape colored liquid across the napkin on his lap as he looks at me with wide eyes. I didn’t know he actually thought he was slick enough to make it any less obvious than it was.

“I know you’re not happy anymore” I breath out. It takes everything inside of me not to break down right then and there, because his facial expressions are just confirming my statements. And even though I knew they were true from the start, i’d always hoped they weren’t.

“It’s...going to be bad for the both of us if we get a-” I clear my throat in place of saying the word and he nods at me expectantly, clearly uncomfortable about the subject as well. The hairband on my wrist rolls around my fingertips, a habit I reconcieve when i’m nervous.

“The media will think you cheated on me. I mean - it’s not like you didn’t or anything it’s just...I still love you and I still want the best for you and I know that this isn’t it.” I stare at my lap for a few moments, blinking quickly a few times to clear the tears welling up in my eyes.

“An open relationship.” I blurt out. He stares at me in shock, as if he wasn’t expecting for me to suggest something so crude, something that was so incredibly against my values. He has brought up the subject while drunk months ago - when our marriage was slipping into oblivion but wasn’t necessarily there. I was quick to dismiss the subject with a “Yeah, but it’s a good thing we love each other too much” before he drunkenly nodded and proceeded to ramble on about another random subject.

I was so excited that he was finally speaking to me - drunk or not - that I proceeded to feed him soup to ache his inevitable hangover. And after he returned to his more distant self the next morning, I placed more thought into the concept of sharing him. The idea that I would let him live out his multi-woman phase before he could eventually return to who he was, and who he loved.

I figured that allowing him to be free for while would make him realize that other women didn’t stand in the way of what we had. That he could freely do as he pleased, and then in our spare time together we could rebuild our relationship that had crumbled with our backs turned.

“We can both sleep with other people.” I choke out. I stare at the emotions running across his face. His beautiful, horrible face that I was so irrevocably, messily in love with. The face that belonged to the man I would do anything for.

“That’s what you want, right?” Some people would say that I was insane for agreeing to this, or even suggesting it to begin with. But it was Harry. My husband that I had poured myself into, that held more of myself than I did.

It was so incredibly painful that I would rather hang onto some of him desperately than to give up on him completely.

2 years prior

“Happy birthday, darling”

He holds expensive shopping bags. The glossy, black colors contrasting with his pale skin littered with tattoos. He leans in to give me a quick kiss on my forehead before dropping them on the floor. I sit in a messy bun and a large t-shirt that smells like him.

I wrap my arms around his torso, burying my face into his shirt and inhaling the scent. He proceeds to grab my waist, rubbing his thumb over the large t-shirt I wear.

“Be ready to go somewhere in an hour, I have so much planned for today.” He mutters. I loosen my arms to lean back and smile up at him, “Does that mean I get you all to myself today?” I ask hopefully.

“Of course. You get me everyday, always.” He replies. Although i’m sure he means that we’re bound together by the simple silver rings on our fingers, I know that he’s not always mine to love. I’m aware that more often than not he leaves home with me to seek temporary residence with someone else.

“You and I both know that’s not true, Harry.” I tell him. I admit to him that it isn’t possible for me to share intimacy with anyone other than him, as I have many times before.

He sighs with a slightly sympathetic gleam in his eyes.

“Y/n, regardless of what we...do in this relationship, you still always come first to me. You’re my wife, you’re the love of my life and I married you for a reason. This is just what’s for best for us at the moment, you know i’m always yours when you need me.”

“What’s best for us at the moment.”

As in, not permanent.

I hold onto his words that imply this agreement has a possibility of being temporary. My birthday is turning out to be better than expected so far. And although every time I inhale him I smell less of him and more of other women, I push my thoughts to the back of my mind and place my focus on our potential.

I smile at the words he states, my hands wrapped around his waist lowering towards the buckle on his belt.

“One hour, you said?”

He smirks, leaning in towards me so that I can feel the whisper of his breath dance across my breath. I can’t help but think about how I might not have been the most recent girl to unbuckle his belt, to admire him from this close.

But I allow myself to become immersed in the part of him I have now. This was better than divorce, right? It was better than the constant arguments and silences we would have a year ago. He loved me, and he put me before others when necessary. He might be with others some evenings, but his nights belonged to me. And if I pushed hard enough, perhaps his mornings may be as well someday.

I spend the hour giving him pieces of myself I haven’t let myself give other men. I allow myself to pretend that he thinks the same of himself, and with every word he tells me, I allow a fantasy to grow inside my mind. One of exclusivity, happiness, loyalty.

One that i’m aware expired long ago.

Hope.

It drives us, and sometimes it drives us insane.

Present Time

He presses me up against the wall, his large fingers leaving pearl sized dimples where they meet my thighs. His lips hungrily nip at my neck, but all I can think about is Harry.

I wonder who he’s sleeping with tonight?

I think back to when we were younger and surely in love, to when we were always insatiable and in need of more of each other, and I close my eyes and I imagine i’m 22 again and being with Harry exclusively. If I close my eyes hard enough, the man I have no interest in slobbering all over my neck becomes the man that I love.

Yeah, Nope.

“I’m sorry, I just don’t think i’m feeling it.” I tell Jordan, my personal trainer. He groans before slowly lowering me from the lockers onto the ground and I awkwardly rub the back of my neck.

“Well can you at least suck me off or something? You kinda got me worked up.” He chuckles. I look down to see a prominent bulge in his pants, but the thought of being with someone other than Harry frightens me and quite frankly, disgusts me.

“I’m really sorry Jordan.” I mutter, fiddling with my sock-clad feet before slipping them inside my tennis shoes. I grab my phone from the bench in the family locker room and scroll through my contacts, dialling Harry’s number.

His phone rings multiple times, and I almost think he’s going to forget about my again until he answers.

“Hell-Hello” He breathes out heavily. I wonder why he’s so exhausted, but don’t think too far into it before replying, “Harry. You promised you’d drive me home from the gym on the way back from work, remember?” I ask, trying not to sound too annoyed.

“Shit-Shit, yeah, babe. I completely for-forgot about that. I-I’m on my way.” I sigh when he hangs up, sitting on the bench in front of the gym. The sky looks grey and thunder rumbles a I sit alone, sipping from my water bottle occasionally.

Why couldn’t I bring myself to do it?

Harry slept with countless women ever since our agreement was first put into place. It seemed as if he picked up women everywhere he went.

There were pros to an open relationship though, without the tensions of Harry’s constant infidelity lingering in the air, we were much closer as a couple. We often spent time together and he always managed to wake up next to me, regardless of how it happened. Well, sometimes he would stumble in after I had awakened, but I lied to myself and pretended to sleep just to feel him hold me.

A few droplets of water fall onto my face. Initially I believe it’s sweat, but I soon realize the droplets become heavier and heavier. I turn around to seek refuge from the rain inside of the gym, only to realize it was closed and the only reason I got in was because Jordan worked here and had a key, leaving the door locked without him.

I begrudgingly walk next to the curb, drenching myself in the rain in the process.

I couldn’t bring myself to have sex with someone other than Harry. It just felt wrong because regardless of the circumstances, my heart belonged to him. It was shattering to lie around while he was granted the ability to sleep with countless women, but I believed he did still love me. I just think we had different ways of expressing that love.

I finally see his expensive car pull up next to me. My clothes are drenched, and Harry’s taken far longer than the 3 minutes it takes to drive from his studio to the gym. I grab my things and open the passenger’s seat, rushing to get in before I get even more wet.

“Woah, woah, woah, this is italian leather” He protectively places his hand over the passenger’s seat and shoots me a cheeky grin. I playfully flick water at him and he whines, rubbing the minimal droplets off of his forehead as I slosh down next to him.

“How was your day?” He places a hand on my dampened thigh. It gives me warmth after standing outside in the rain and my heart swells at the gesture.

“Good. Went to the gym, wrote a couple pieces for my new poetry book.” I simply reply. He smirks and looks at me when we halt at a red light momentarily.

The smell of perfume and air freshener lingers in the car while he drives. As if he at least attempted to cover up what felt like infidelity before I came. Sometimes, I wondered if things had been different had I suggested something else that night, if I had moved on rather than holding on.

“Right, I forgot I was married to a New York Times bestseller.” He tells me in adoration. More often than not it felt as if we were friends instead of significant others, but not wanting to turn down the compliment he utters, I smile. I playfully punch his shoulder again, the both of us giggling playfully as he tries to defend himself.

“You’re in an awfully good mood today.” I tell him, happy about the moment we’re sharing. Moments like these give me confidence that we can eventually rebuild our marriage, that we can have the relationship we once had again.

“Yeah, I got some good head from a new intern before I picked you up.” I was absolutely clueless. That’s probably why he was late, and sounded so exasperated over the phone. Because he was with someone else when he was supposed to remember to pick me up.

There goes my confidence.

“Cool.” I try to reply enthusiastically. Truthfully, I can only take so much of his crude remarks and blatant honesty.

“What about you?” He asks, lifting his eyebrows up and down suggestively, “You getting it in?” He asks me. I fake a laugh at his childish behavior.

“I’ve been busy.” I simply reply. He nods, and the rest of the ride back to our place is in silence.

“Hey Love, I bumped into a girl at the gym the other night and she wants to go out tonight, would it be alright with you if I cancelled movie night?” Harry pokes his head in as i’m writing one of the pieces to my new book. Truthfully, movie night was the one thing I was looking forward to this week. I would finally be able to get some alone time with Harry. Him holding me and the occasionally contact of his shoulder to mine as we sat next to each other on movie nights was the closest i’d been to him in a while.

“Why can’t you go out with her any other night?” I ask in annoyance. He rolls his eyes before replying, “Why can’t you reschedule movie night to another night?”

“We’ve had these plans in place Harry. Besides, you have booty calls set up every other day of the week, why does this one matter so much to you?” I reply bitterly.

“C’mon, babe, she almost won Miss America in, like, college or something. That’s so hot. Please, baby? I swear i’ll make it up to you.” He wraps his arms around my neck from behind. A flame of hurt grows in my chest and I turn to look up at him.

I sigh before speaking, “Sometimes I feel like you put your booty calls before me.” I honestly tell him. Tears involuntarily well up in my eyes, but I fake shyness and look down at my shoes to avoid confrontation.

“Well what do you expect me to say, Y/n? You’re the one who suggested we even do this thing to begin with.” He replies, his voice distraught. My lip begins to quiver and I stare up at him. His expression softens and he sighs.

“I swear i’ll be back by 10, that’s when Elf starts, right?” He asks me, a hopeful and persuasive grin on his face. His mood shifts dramatically from when he snapped just seconds ago.

“Harry, it’s not just tonight.” I sigh, shaking my head. “Recently I just don’t even feel like your wife anymore. We don’t spend any time together, we haven’t had sex in months. I just...I don’t know if I can do this anymore.” I bite my lip, my eyes beginning to form puffy rims.

“Hey, hey, hey, no.” He grabs both of my hands, taking them in his own as he squats down to where we’re levelled in height. “You are the love of my life. I love you so much baby, and no amount of women is going to change that.”

Listen, he sighs as if he’s forcing his words instead of genuinely meaning them “If it’s what you really want, I can stay home tonight.” I can already tell that even if he stayed, he would do so in a hostile mood. So before he mutters swear words under his breath, I briskly respond.

“You can go, just...you owe me one, okay?”

I smile a bit but my heart still aches for my own well being.

“It’s our anniversary next week, love. I swear we can have the whole day, just you and me. All I want is tonight. You can stay in, write some poetry and drink some tea. I’ll be back before you know it.” He quickly replies. I can tell his mood is elated as he speaks quickly and his voice seems higher than usual.

And before I can reply, he walks out of the door.

Harry never came back that night.

The next morning, he walked in with sex hair and the same outfit he walked out in. He looks at me guiltily before rushing past me to our bedroom upstairs, the very place where I slept alone last night.

Harry is getting everything from this relationship. As far as the media is concerned, he’s an amazing husband and we’re a happy couple. He gets to sleep with whoever he wants and it’s just no fair sometimes.

But I guess I don’t get to complain. It was my selfish need to continue to be with him that brought us here to begin with.

I think my least favorite thing is when Harry’s on his phone.

He’s continuously typing away on his device. I know it’s because he’s texting his other women. I talk about how my book is coming along and he pretends to listen, but then his phone vibrates and i’m speaking to myself and the walls of our home.

I peek over his shoulder as he’s immersed in typing away on his device.

“She’s just my wife for publicity purposes, nothing more than that. We don’t even have sex because I don’t like her like that. It’s not that big of a deal, I promise I can find a way to spend the night with you again. Just let me-” Harry looks over his shoulder to see me turning my head, heading towards what now just seems like my bedroom. It feels as if i’ve been cheated on for the second time and it hurts unbelievably badly.

“Y/n” Harry calls from the couch.

“Y/n, love. Honey you know I didn’t me-”

And I slam the door from upstairs, sliding down the door and sobbing into my hands. Harry holds pieces of me everywhere he goes and throws them into women incapable of knowing what to do with them.

I grab my purse in front of my vanity, and open my wallet, pulling out a business card I never thought i’d have to use.

Ever since that afternoon, Harry and I have been on edge.

We had sex once.

Our marriage wasn’t the same anymore, neither was anything else that we seem to share. He doesn’t look at me anymore, doesn’t care about what I want before he briskly releases inside of me and rolls off of me in a hurry.

I can’t help but think it’s more for himself than it is for me. That he did it because he doesn’t want to lose this squeaky clean reputation that goes down the drain if I leave him. I could tell he didn’t want to do it, resulting in me silently crying in bed afterwards, while the door slams shut and he leaves me again.

It’s our anniversary today.

Harry had told me that he was going to make it special, or spend the whole day with me, was it?

I should really stop trusting him to have my best interest at heart when all he does is use me to manipulate other women.

Am I really so horrible that he can’t bear to sleep with me? That he has to find comfort in women he doesn’t know, women who don’t care about him.

I go through with dialling the number on the business cad i’ve been pondering for so long. I spend my day planning out exactly what i’m going to say to Harry when he walks through to doors to our house.

He comes in at 3 in the morning, with sex hair and disheveled clothing.

“Y/n? What are you doing up?” He asks, squinting at the bright light of the living room.

I hand him a small gift bag and an envelope. Both of which say “Happy 5 year anniversary” in my handwriting. His eyes widen and he looks at me in shock.

“Baby, I-”

“You gonna open your present?” I cut him off. He stares at me expectantly, but realizing i have nothing to say to him, he gulps and then returns to hesitantly opening his envelope.

His eyes widen despite his tired state.

“Divorce papers? Over me forgetting our an-”

“Don’t you dare pin this on me! You know damn well what you did, reap what you sow. Now open your other gift bag so I can go to sleep in MY room. I waited all night for you.”

He looks so stressed already, but after he tears out the purple tissue paper from the bag his eyes almost bulge out of his head.

“Y/n, are you preg-”

“Yes” I cut him off, not wanting to hear him say it. His expression quickly shifts from one of worry, to one of happiness. I can’t help but wonder why, he’s in no state to be responsible for anything else but himself.

“Baby...this is great! We can-” I cut him off again, “No!” I cut him off loudly. His eyes widen as he stares at me in shock. “Whatever kind of picture perfect family you think we could now be, is never going to happen. You can’t even commit to a girl for more than one night, Harry. You couldn’t commit to me for more than a few years, I don’t trust you to commit to a human child. Especially one you conceived from sex you didn’t want to have to begin with.”

He looks defeated, stressed and worn. Like he wants so many things but has given up on having them, a feeling I can very well relate to.

“Y/n, I love you, you know that.” He tells me sincerely. I dodge his look and hand him the business card of my divorce attorney, leaving him speechless as I walk out on him for the first time ever.

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romantinkerbell1709 · 6 years

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If it's not too much to ask, can you please write a crossover between tmnt 2012 and rottmnt?

Sorry it took a while, but here it is finally. I hope you all enjoy.

Request - Cross Over - Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2012 x Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja TurtlesNo Warnings.

They’d never seen anywhere quiet socolourful…or so neon. It was rather bright and fit inducing, despite being inthe shadows.At least it was to them. After all, they’d lived in dimly lit sewers they’rewhole life so far.

As to how they’d ended up in thispredicament, well, it had to do with a Kraang Portable Portal and Mikey beingMikey.

The fifteen-year-old mutant turtles had found refuge in the only place theyknew might shelter them, the sewers, but now it just made them home sick.They did occasionally leave the confinements of their temporary hideout, to getfood and what not, but they’d not run into anything that looked even remotelylike them or someone they knew, and so could only assume that this was not a mutantturtle friendly world.

Through all of Michelangelo’s complaining,Raphael’s mumbling about Mona and his missing April, the young Donatello hadfinally been able to piece together the once broken KPP…but he couldn’t helpthe brain itching nag tickling his skull, telling him something was stillwrong.He could only pray that he hadn’t missed something.

“Alright, I think I’ve finally got it” hestated with a smile, putting down the…borrowed…screwdriver.He flipped away holding the device away up high as the orange clad turtle madea grab for it.

“No way Mikey! I’m not letting you touchthis thing again until we finally get home!”

Mikey whined sadly but was silenced by thepalm of Raph’s three fingered hand connecting with the back of his head loudly.

“Well, fire up that portal and get us homeDon” the leader, Leonardo, stated happily with a smile.The purple wearing turtle mirrored his brothers smile, showing off the gapbetween his teeth, all too happy with himself.But that quickly diminished when he tried to activate it.

The four watched sadly as the devicesparked, sputtered and a thin tendril of grey smoke rose into the air.

“Nice goin’ Don” Raph grumbled angrily, watchingthe smoke disappear above their heads. Donnie could only deadpan in response.

It seemed their only hope now was to goabove ground again and find more of the necessary materials…if any.

“We’ll all go” the blue clad leader stated“We need more food, and maybe the fresh air will help fire up those grey-cellsof yours Don”

Donnie grunted, mainly with annoyance, butdecided not to argue with his brother…he might be right, and the intelligent onecouldn’t have that…

The night air was cool in their lungs, anindicator of the approaching winter change.Above them, the sky was dark save for a few bright stars, making blending intothe shadows all the easier.Below them, the sprawl of late-night suburbia hummed with the occasional carand drunken partiers on their way home.

The turtles kept an eye out for any passingfood delivery vehicles that may have been easy to take something from. In theircurrent predicament, it was simpler to take food scraps from either the garbageor hunt for worms and things in the sewers…neither of which was very appealing,but they made do…as long as Mikey wasn’t cooking.

Their aim tonight was the local dump, onthe search for scrap parts that may aid in either their temporary livingfacilities or Donnie’s quest to fix the KPP.But upon passing through a construction site, the floor unexpectedly gave waybeneath their feet.

Mikey had just enough time to use hisKusarigama to halt their plummeting descent towards earth by catching Raph bythe wrist, who in turn caught Leo who then caught Donnie by the ankle.From his upside-down perspective, the purple bandanna wearing turtle noticedsomething interesting.

“Uh, guys, you may wanna see this”

In a tight bunched group underneath, notfive meters from where he was hanging, were small creatures which he vaguelyrecognized as insects.

They were silver-grey in colour, maybe shy of a meter, six limbs in total andantenna – solidifying their arthropod status – and were intently observing whatappeared to be a battle…like it was a tennis match.

Whilst doing so, they passed back and forth between them pieces of theconstruction site that they obviously deemed edible, like it were popcorn.

And that was why Donnie’s blood was nowquickly rushing to his head.

Though, the sizable insects hadn’t been whatDonnie was referring to. He’d been referring to that ongoing battle, and thethree mutant turtles that were obviously the Leonardo, Donatello and Raphael ofthis world.He briefly wondered where their Mikey was…until he felt a jerk.

Looking up with his brothers, he saw that thechosen saving limb of metal was buckling under their combined weight.

“Not a very sturdy frame” Mikey quippedobviously, the dread of shocking anticipation for the fall hinted in his tone.

“Donnie! How far up are we?!” Leo yelled asthe chain jerked again and began to slip.

Said turtle did some quick calculations.“Exactly? I’d say we’re 49.215 feet from the ground!”

“And how high it that?!” Mikey questioned,squealing as his Kusarigama slipped again.

“Approximately fifteen meters!”

“Well, we’ve fallen from worse” Raph statedfactually.

“Well, I would prefer not to fall at all,especially since I’ll land on my head!” Donnie screamed back angrily.

The chain finally gave way, and theyhovered momentarily before gravity decided to come back into play. It would’vebeen comedic if they hadn’t been plummeting downwards.The boys screamed in harmony, before maneuvering to land on their feet withease.

“Someone remind me why we were so worried?”Raph stated before screaming like a child as he saw the silver-grey creaturesscuttling towards them like cockroaches, having heard their screams from above.

The red bandanna wearing turtle ran for theclosest high ledge to climb while his brothers kicked into ninja gear…butquickly realized they were doing something wrong as the creatures began tomultiply with every crucial blow the turtles landed.

As one of the creatures jumped at Raph, ahigh pitched, evil sounding cackle whizzed by his ear, wreathed in a hot orangeblaze. The creature didn’t split, instead it was knocked back into the fray.Looking above in the direction the laughing flame ball came from, Raph was andwas not surprised to see a bright green, mutated turtle…wearing an orangebandanna.

“And yet another thing Mikey will never letme live down” he grumbled

“You okay?” the other Mikey asked.

Raph was still a little strung up about thecreatures that were currently trying to devour his family, and so could onlyreply with a fearful “Those things tried to eat me!”

“Yeah, those Silverfish will do that” theother Mikey returned casually, looking on. “Oh, no, wait, they won’t eat you, but they do bite. Theyactually prefer underwear”

Raph pulled a face and blinked, as Leoscreamed for his help. Other Mikey pointed out to him that he should probablyhelp.

The red wearing turtle ‘err’d in thought,not wanting to get involved, only ceasing when he heard a shout of “Booyakasha!” and three silver fishsplattered against the steel frame work the other Mikey was perched on.

“Hey! I’m standing here!” he shouted at hisother form. To which of course Raph’s Mikey, being Mikey, answered with a quick“Sorry dude!” and then realized whoit was he was actually talking to.

“Woah!” Mikey ducked as a Silverfish wasbatted in his direction by Donnie “That’s me! Well, this me anyway”

“Fantastic to know Mikey. Now can we focuson the situation at hand, please?” Donnie berated as he knocked out a couple ofthe silver insectsThe leader in blue yelled as one jumped on his head and Donnie was made to playT-Ball.

The insect traveled into the other battle,which was still raging on, and landed in the face of the other Leo who yelledand fell over his own feet.Donnie apologized loudly and looked over to his brother, who was scowling hisway. Donnie apologized again and laughed nervously until they were having toinvolve themselves with the remaining Silverfish.

The original fight with their other selves,fell into silence as the others observed the smaller versions of themselvesfighting off the Silverfish…well, everyone aside from Leo who was currently inthe process of trying to pull a shocked and terrified Silverfish from his face.

The pair from the Foot Clan blinked backand forth between those that were standing in front of them and the others thatwere engaged in battle beside them…and decided to book it. No vendetta wasworth having to deal with eight of the annoying mutant turtles.

Raph and Donnie blinked and watched thepair as they disappeared down a dark backstreet.

“D’you think we should we go after them?” Raph questioned.

Donnie shook his head “I don’t doubt they’veteleported away by now”

Raph shrugged “I was getting tired anyways”

Leo screamed again from the ground next tothem, but neither of them made any move to help him.

I realise it’s short...ish, and maybe somewhat confusing and cliffhanger-ish towards the end, but it’s all a bit of fun and was very fun to write so I hope you all enjoyed reading it anyway.

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gutterballgt · 6 years

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Your blog always cheers me up :). Also I just had an amazing thought. So since the jaeger pilots are basically celebrities, they obviously have major fan bases right? Well what if literally everyone ships Chuck and Raleigh. And they’re both like why??? We hate each other??? And Mako tries so hard not to laugh but it’s an ongoing struggle until these two idiots finally get it together and then the internet explodes. -Kai

Holy shit, that is amazing. Because that kind of thing had fallen off during the hardest, worst years of the war, with jaegers falling left and right, but they resurged after Pitfall, and the SHIPPING started.

Raleigh had no idea at first. He hadn’t considered himself “date material” since Knifehead shattered his whole world, so the idea of the internet reviving his “most fuckable celebrity” status never even once occurred to him.

Chuck was too young at first (though he was displeased to find out about the “X more months/days until Little Charlie Hansen is OF AGE!!” websites that Herc had Tendo routinely seek out and destroy), and by the time he might have actually been flattered by the attention, it was too late. Jaegers were falling. The glory days of the PPDC were over. No one had the heart for shipping pilots when those pilots might literally die any time.

Mako’d had enough of so-called fame when she was “the little girl that lived” after Onibaba. When Stacker adopted her and the world started calling him a “Hot Dad”. When she got into the academy with flying colors and was bidding to be the youngest pilot ever until she started edging toward engineering and jaeger specs. She had no interest in the shipping sites and, frankly, found them distasteful.

UNTIL AFTER PITFALL.

It was Tendo who saw the first one. He wasn’t even looking for it, just doing a regular news sweep to make sure nothing had slipped through the cracks that needed his ban hammer. He almost immediately crashed the site… until he actually read it.

At which point, he called Mako in and, without even trying to hide his laughter, watched her read it with growing, unholy glee.

They immediately brought it to Raleigh’s attention.

Raleigh was not impressed.

“They CLEARLY don’t know about the fight in the hallway.”

Tendo snickered and pointed at a paragraph he’d highlighted. “Oh, yes, they do. It’s It’s the #3 reason they ship you, according to this poll.”

Scowling, Raleigh crossed his arms. “What’s the #1 reason?”

“No one can decide whose ass is better, but they clearly deserve one another.”

“OH MY GOD, TENDO, NO.”

He immediately dragged Chuck into the situation, pointed out the page, and crossed his arms. “Well?”

Chuck, who was up to his forearms in jaeger grease, sweaty as hell, and none too pleased to be dragged away from what little work the goddamn PPDC would let him do now that his goddamn job description didn’t exist anymore, started to snort and pull away, then took a second look.

“Oi, what the fuck?”

Mako, trying so hard not to laugh because she knew Chuck would take it wrong, tried to explain. “They ship you.”

“The fuck does that even mean?”

“They want you and Raleigh to be a couple.”

Grey eyes blinked wide.

Raleigh grunted, still crossing his arms and scowling. “What I don’t get is… why?? We’re at each other’s throats. We can’t even sit next to each other in interviews anymore because of The CNN Incident.”

They didn’t talk about The CNN Incident.

Tendo, gleeful as ever, pointed at another part of the screen. “That’s the #2 reason!”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Raleigh gave up. “You can nuke it, right, Tendo? Like you used to do?”

Chuck, still blinking wide eyes, huffed. “The fuck does THAT mean?”

But Tendo suddenly looked very smug. “I dunno, Becket boy. I’m out of practice, and technology has really taken a leap since the last time I had to kill a page. It may take me a while to get this one.”

Mako’s mouth twitched.

“Wait wait wait.” Chuck put his hands up. “You buncha fucks know what’s going on here?”

Raleigh, still pinching the bridge of his nose, sighed. “These pages used to spring up all the time, pairing up pilots in fantasy relationships. Apparently, they’re starting to come back, and… we… seem to be the current most popular ship.”

“Ship.”

“Relationship.”

“Oi, what the fuck??”

“Now you know why I’m so upset!”

But at that, Chuck bulled up. “Oi, why? I’m not fucking worthy of you or some shite?”

Mako and Tendo sat back and watched with glee. If there had been popcorn, they would have shared it.

“I didn’t say that! Jesus, kid, it’s embarrassing and intrusive!”

“Embarrassing? It’s fucking embarrassing that these wankers think I’d ever date a fucking has-been like you!”

“Hey!”

“Not so goddamn funny when the boot’s on the other foot, is it?”

“When did I ever say any of this was funny??”

“Fuck you, Becket! They can ‘ship’ us to kingdom fucking come, for all I care! I deserve fucking better!”

“Better than what??”

“BETTER THAN NOT BEING SHIPPED AT FUCKING ALL!”

Tendo and Mako could have been watching a tennis match, their eyes ticking back and forth between the combatants.

“Jesus Christ, kid, you WANT them to ship us?? Just so you’re shipped at all??”

“Too fucking right! You’re a fucking asshole, but you’re better than no one at all!”

“Goddammit, Chuck, that is NOT THE POINT–”

“YOU’RE JUST JEALOUS BECAUSE YOU ONLY MADE THE TOP OF THE LIST BECAUSE YOU’RE LINKED TO ME.”

The shouting only got louder the closer they got into each other’s faces, and, without looking away from the show, Mako leaned over and whispered to Tendo.

“You made the site, right?”

“No, but I will be making the next dozen.”

“You still take bets, right?”

“Are you kidding?”

“Ten on them sleeping together within a week, just to prove… whatever they’re yelling about.”

“Done. I’ll set the odds and get a bracket set up.”

“Good.”

“–ONLY PICKED YOU BECAUSE YOUR ASS IS PRETTY, AND I FUCKING DESERVE A BLOKE WITH A PRETTY ASS!”

She smiled. “Make it twenty.”

“Done.”

#chaleigh #pacific rim #this is a beautiful suggestion #and I LOVE YOU FOR IT KAI #Anonymous

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imaginetonyandbucky · 7 years

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Bucky thinks theyre dating and Tony doesn't (he thinks Bucky hates him or something) and has been going on dates. The whole team thinks they're dating actually. So either the team "catches" Tony and tell Bucky or Tony finally giving up and asking Natasha to set him on a date and Natasha yells at him about it like "how dare you do this to him!" And idk splashes a drink in his face then tells Bucky. Either way, Tony is very confused and is even more confused to have an angry Bucky in his workshop.

Well, this got away from me... mind the read-more.

ask me again

“Do you want to go out?” Bucky asked, in an very even tone. It was almost emotionless.

Tony startled. “What?” He looked up from the guts of a phone he was fiddling with. His brows drew together as he stared at the other man. Surely he wasn't asking what Tong thought he was asking. He was just... lonely. Starved for company. “What?”

Bucky took a step back, his face twitching minutely.

Probably annoyance, Tony concluded. Bucky was always annoyed when around him. It made his stomach knot that Bucky... disliked him so intently, but he wasn't going to force his presence on the other man. It would be rude.

“Everyone is going out to go see that new movie that you were going on about,” Bucky said, in that same even tone. “I thought- Maybe you would like to come with-”

“And you got suckered into dragging me out of here?” Tony interrupted, wryly. Then he had another thought. “Wait, who’s everybody?”

Bucky’s face looked like he had sucked on a lemon. “Steve, Sam, and Nat. Clint is off Robin Hooding and Thor is off.... doing whatever Thor does.”

“Well, that’s something at least,” Tony considered. “No Thor to talk over the movie.”

Bucky cracked a little bit of a smile. “Like you’re one to talk.”

Tony clutched his heart. “I am wounded, Bucky. Absolutely wounded.”

The smile grew a little bit. “You comin’?”

Mentally reviewing his to-do list, and weighing his desire to see the movie against being a fifth wheel, he pushed away from the table. “Love too, Buckaroo. Let me,” he gestured expansively at himself. “Clean,” he said vaguely.

“We’re leaving in an hour!”

(mind the read more!)

Natasha looked at Bucky as he exited the elevator. “How’d it go?”

“He said yes,” Bucky said, a hint of a smile on his face.

Natasha tipped her head, looking at him as if she could see to his soul. “Wear the blue shirt you got last week,” was all she said, before walking away.

They got two popcorns between the five of them, insisting that no, Tony, they did not all need their own large bucket of popcorn. As they filed into seats, Tony noticed the strange order of the other four. Steve sat on the far side of the group, followed by Natasha, then Sam. He was on the other side, sitting next to Bucky. He was puzzled, but figured they didn't want him to feel too left out by pairing off. It was sweet, he thought fleetingly, but unnecessary. Sure, he wanted to be in a relationship, but he didn't begrudge them theirs.

Sam shoved the bucket in Natasha’s lap. She gave him a withering look. “If you spill this into my lap,” she trailed off.

“You should watch out for Steve, he's the klutz!” Sam protested.

While they bickered, Bucky wedged the other bucket between them. Tony looked down at the bucket then up at Bucky. “What, no threats for me?” he half-joked, fluttering his lashes.

Bucky rolled his eyes. “If you spill the gallon of butter you put on this thing on me, I'll make you lick it off.”

Tony froze for what felt like a minute but was really only a few seconds. What the hell. “Oh,” he forced out a grin. “You wish,” he winked.

Thankfully Steve interrupted their conversation before Bucky could reply, and their mini-argument lasted until the lights went down.

Bucky came two days later, bearing plates of pasta. Tony glanced away from the holograms he was manipulating. “While I love pasta, I think that's overestimating my stomach just a bit.”

“I was going to stay and eat here.”

Tony stared at him. “To make sure I eat it all? I assure you, despite what you might have heard I am an adult and am capable of eating. I do so quite regularly. And this pasta looks delicious and I have no problems stopping to eat it.”

Bucky looked frustrated, which was in no way unusual. Not for Bucky to look around him, or really anyone to look around him. Which was somehow more painful than other people’s annoyed reactions to him. “I want to.”

Suspiciously, Tony took one of the plates. Steve had probably put it up to this. “Where’s Steve?”

“Out with Natasha and Sam.”

Strange, Tony thought. But the siren’s call of pasta and some time to think through the problem he was working on outweighed forcing his personality on Bucky. “If you don't mind too much.”

“It's fine, genius.”

Tony’s mouth was already full or he would have responded to that. Holy shit, it was homemade pasta.

“We had lunch,” Bucky told Steve.

Steve raised his eyebrows. “You mean you managed to get his attention away from his work?”

“I made homemade pasta.”

Steve whistled. “You definitely know the way to his heart.”

Tony whirled. “How long have you been down here?”

Bucky lowered the book he was reading and aborted his next throw. DUM-E made a sad beep as the tennis ball barely went two feet. “What?”

“How long have you been in here?” Tony repeated, slowly. “How did you get in here?” He made a frustrated noise and shoved his hand through his hair, smearing grease into it. There was a streak of black on his cheek.

Bucky’s brow furrowed. “Two hours maybe?” He hazarded. “And you said I could. I asked if I could come in and be with you and you said yes,” pausing, as if in thought, he continued. “You didn't seem to be real focused on me though.”

Tony stared at him. Why would Bucky willingly want to spend time with him? And why hadn't he noticed someone in his space before? Other Avengers had spent time on his couch before but he always felt their presence like an itch between his shoulderblades. It felt like they were trying to figure him out, like a puzzle, or fit him into a box. This was different. It was almost nice. “Why?”

“Why what?”

Frustrated, Tony snatched a dirty rag to clean his hands, just for something to do. “Why are you hanging out here? With me?”

An expression passed over Bucky’s face too quick for Tony to identify. “Why wouldn't I?”

It was said so simply that Tony gaped at Bucky.

Now he could identify the expression on his face - hurt - as Bucky gathered the book he was reading and the water bottle he had brought down with him, rising as if to leave.

Backpedaling quickly, Tony snapped his mouth shut and thought quickly. “No wait,” he said without thinking. Bucky paused and looked back at him. “I- well- you can stay,” he finished lamely.

Bucky hesitated. “You don't sound sure.”

Not feeling sure about any of this, Tony picked his words carefully. This felt like a bomb about to go off, and not one of his old ones, but a shitty Hammer bomb liable to blow without being triggered. “I was just- surprised. No one wants to sit and listen to me work. It's... not entertaining,” he finished finally.

Bucky’s posture relaxed. “I don't need you to be entertaining, DUM-E’s got that covered,” he said, one corner of his mouth hitched up.

Scoffing, Tony looked at his bot. “That pile of bolts?”

Bucky patted DUM-E’s arm. “It's ok, he doesn't mean that, DUM-E.”

Tony hid a fond smile. Anyone who liked his bots, and who his bots liked back, was a good person in his book. “Sure do,” he replied cheerfully. “But if you want to sit here and be suckered into throwing a tennis ball for hours, then thanks for taking one for the team and keeping him out of the way.”

DUM-E let out an indigent beep.

“Fine, you can help when I get to the heavy lifting!” Tony replied, throwing his hands up in the air.

Now there was a full smile on Bucky’s face. It was the first one that was in Tony’s direction, he thought. “Go,” he said, making shooing motions at the two. “I have work to get done.”

Maybe he was growing on Bucky. Like mold, he thought, vaguely disgusted at the comparison.

“Where did you disappear to?” Sam asked, as they competed at MarioKart.

Swerving deliberately to knock Sam off the track, Bucky shrugged. “Tony’s workshop.”

Sam stopped cursing at falling off the rainbow. “Arm?” There was sympathy in his voice.

“Nah. Just sitting in there with him.”

Nat stopped speaking, and looked at the entrance. “Is that Tony? No-” she sighed as both Sam and Steve immediately, and obviously, turned in their chairs to look where she was looking.

Steve turned back. “That's Tony but Bucky didn't say anything about a date tonight,” he said with a frown.

“Wait, is that that woman from the gala the other night?” Sam’s voice sounded confused. “The one who was hitting on Tony all night?”

Natasha looked closer at the two people who were being led closer to the three of them. “It is. Apparently she's going to help co-host fundraising gala in a few months for the Maria Stark Foundation.”

Steve’s brows drew together. “This is an... awfully intimate place for a business meeting.”

“I don't think it's a business meeting,” Sam said slowly, watching their body language. “It looks... like a date.”

Steve stiffened and drew in breath to argue, but Natasha looked at the two carefully. It did look like a date.

Tony noticed them before Steve could reply. Instead of shying away, or freezing, he lit up. Tugging the woman over with him, he smiled at the three of them. “Hi! Where’s Bucky? Bathroom? Oh, yes, this is Linda, my date for the evening, first date and all, you might remember her from the gala. Linda this is-” He didn't have time to finish the introduction, because his stomach and pants were suddenly soaked. “What the hell, Natasha?”

The immediate area around the table was silent. Natasha neatly folded her napkin. “I never took you for a cheater, Stark.” She got up and walked away before he could reply, pulling out her phone.

Tony gaped. “Cheater?”

Linda pulled away from him. “Maybe we should postpone this evening.” She offered him a small piece of fabric. It wouldn't do much again the sopping fabric of his pants, but it was a nice gesture. “I'll get in touch about the gala, Tony.” She, too, walked away.

Tony glanced between Steve and Sam, who both looked stony faced. “Cheating?” He repeated himself. “What the hell?” He held up a hand. “I thought you knew I wasn't dating Pepper anymore? We broke up months ago!” Annoyed, he stalked away, ignoring the steadily rising murmurs of the other diners.

“He what?” Bucky pulled the phone away from his ear to stare at it, as if that held the answer.

“He said she was his date for the night,” Natasha repeated. “I don't know what was going on.”

Bucky’s face hardened. “I'll find out.” He hid the end call button and stalked to the elevator.

Tony sat on a stool in his workshop, thankfully dried off, but too annoyed and confused to work. His hands tapped out a tempo as he thought out the evening’s disaster over and over again. The doors to his workshop opened with an ominous sound, and he didn’t bother turning to face whoever had just came in. Probably there just to yell at him about cheating, for whatever reason.

“What the hell was that?”

It was Bucky. And he sounded... hurt.

He stood and turned now, to face him. “What the hell was what? I went out on a date, I don’t understand why everyone is so upset!” His voice took on a plaintive note.

“Don’t understand?” Bucky’s voice was dangerously soft now. “Is cheatin’ somethin’ you do without thinkin’ twice about?” His accent thickened.

“I’m not dating Pepper anymore!” Tony defended himself.

“Well good, cause you were datin’ me!”

Stunned, Tony groped for his stool before lowering himself onto it. “What?”

It was clear Bucky was gearing himself up for a rant, Tony had seen him in full-rant mode before, usually when Steve had a particularly ‘jump out of a plane without a parachute’-like idea, but that breathless question stopped it in it’s tracks.

“Whaddya mean, what?”

“I mean, what do you mean I’m dating you?”

They stared at each other for a full minute in silence. Bucky opened and closed his mouth several times. Tony couldn’t even form a full thought. Dating? Them? What? When?

“I asked you out,” Bucky finally managed. “Three weeks ago.”

Tony simply stared at him. Three weeks ago?

“The movie you wanted to see?” Bucky prompted.

“You’re dating Natasha.” There, coherent words. Tony was pleased he had remembered that fact with his brain offline.

Now Bucky looked offended. “Nat’s dating Steve and Sam.”

“Is this some sort of parallel universe? Did I walk through a portal? Did Reed Richards fuck something up again?”

If possible, Bucky looked even more offended. “I brought you pasta, we went to the arcade, we went out to Central Park, and I hung out here with you last week.”

“Okay,” Tony muttered to himself. “No parallel universe then.” He paused. “You asked me out?”

“When we went to go see that movie you wanted to see!”

Tony thought back to the afternoon of the movie. Had Bucky? “I thought- You were just- Being nice and inviting the only single guy,” he concluded.

“And the homemade pasta?”

“Steve forced you to bring me food so I wouldn’t starve.”

Bucky looked a little desperate now. “Hanging out with you?”

Tony shrugged. “I find engineering relaxing. If you did too, why would I begrudge you that?” He hesitated. “I didn’t think you liked me at all.”

Bucky looked pained. “What?”

Tony looked away, not wanting to put it into words. “You never wanted to be around me, and you never really talked to me.” It sounded lame. It sounded silly and vaguely like middle-school.

Sighing heavily, Bucky gestured towards a stool near Tony. “May I?” At Tony’s nod, he sat. “I thought it’d be too obvious if I was around ya too long. Or talked to ya too long.”

Leaning on the table, Tony contemplated the disaster of the past three weeks. “What the hell,” he finally said, “did we do?”

“Did what two human disasters do best, I guess,” Bucky said, giving a half smile. It still looked a little pained.

Tony looked at Bucky, really looked at him. “Look. I... never really considered this-”

“Oh, don’t give me the easy let down-” Bucky interrupted. “I don’t need to hear it. It’s fine-”

“Oh shut up,” Tony said mildly. “But you bring me homemade pasta, you’re good-looking, and you’re right at home in the workshop.” He paused, looked down at his hands as if for the right words. “Obviously we should maybe take some time to think this through, but maybe after some time we could try again? Maybe this time where both of us know what’s going on?”

Bucky couldn’t say anything, he was too busy staring at Tony.

Eyes rolling, Tony gently closed Bucky’s mouth with a fingertip. “This offer is predicated on one, you telling Natasha, Steve, and Sam - and wow, I did not see that - what happened so I don’t get soaked again, thanks for that. And two, you hang out around here and we try to be friends first. Without me thinking you hate me.”

“Soaked?”

“You would fixate on that,” Tony muttered. “Tasha threw her drink at me. At my stomach, thankfully.”

“Even pissed she wouldn’t aim at your face,” he said knowingly.

Startled, Tony eyed Bucky. How had he known? “Well, she ruined a very lovely shirt.”

Bucky held out a hand. “Deal.”

Tony shook his hand. “Deal.” He echoed.

“He didn’t know?”

“You’re the one who told me he was oblivious!”

“Yeah but not that oblivious!”

Three months later

Tony brought Bucky a plate of pasta. “Hungry?” He wasn’t. His stomach was in knots.

Bucky looked up from the book he was reading and grinned. “Definitely. Brought enough for both of us, or do you need to run off and work?”

“Nah, I figured I’d eat with you.”

Tony took a deep breath. “Can I ask you a question?”

Shovelling pasta into his mouth was not an attractive look, Tony concluded, but it was somehow endearing. Bucky nodded and gave a go ahead gesture.

“Remember the conversation we had after I ‘cheated’? Tony asked, adding air quotes.

Bucky set down his fork, and nodded. “Yeah,” he said hoarsely. “Changed your mind?”

“No, no, nothing like that,” Tony said quickly. He shoved a hand through his hair. This time, the hand was clean. He took another deep breath, and asked. “Want to ask me again?” He smiled, but he was pretty sure it was shaking with nerves.

Bucky blinked a few times. “Ask you- oh!”

Surprisingly, that made Tony’s nerves settle a little. “Yeah.”

Bucky looked down, as if steeling himself, then back up at Tony. “So, there’s a movie you’ve been wanting to see. What to go see it? With me? Alone?” he added. “And then continue going on romantic dates with me in the future?”

Tony smiled. “Why, James Buchanan Barnes, are you asking to ration me?”

That startled a laugh out of him. “Where did you hear that?”

“Steve.”

“He’s a punk.”

“Yeah, well?”

“Yeah, I guess I am.”

“Well, in that case, yeah, I’d love to go out with you.”

~Marie

#winteriron #tony x bucky #tony stark #bucky barnes #misunderstandings #misunderstandings like whoa #tony is oblivious #background natasha x sam x steve #natasha x sam x steve #i looked up and it was three thousand words #prompts #marie #Anonymous

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anotherfuckingdrimaginesblog · 7 years

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NDRV3 boys helping a Male S/O through a breakdown

My first imagine on this blog

Let’s do this!

I hope you enjoy!

- Mod Miu

Shuichi Saihara

He bundles you up and takes you to bed

Then he crawls into bed next to you and begin rubbing your back

He whispers the words “It’s okay” into your ear over and over again

He starts to kiss your tears away, and assures you that everything was going to be alright

He asks you if you want anything

You said no and that you would much prefer to just lay here

He nods, and just continues to lay next to you and comfort you

He let’s you know that if you wanted to talk about what was bothering you, you could

You ended up falling asleep in his arms

The next morning, you were greeted with the sight of pancakes and a blushing Shuichi

You asked him what all of this was for

“You see.. S/O..”

He expresses how he thought a nice breakfast would help you feel better

He loves you to the moon and back

You smile, walking up to him and planting a kiss on his cheek

For days after, he always made sure to check up on you whenever he could

When you told him that you were doing alright, he tells you that he’s glad and that you could talk to him about anytime about anything

You told him you would talk to him whenever you weren’t doing so well

Those words made him both happy and relieved, if you weren’t doing so well..

He wanted to make sure he was there to comfort you.

Kokichi Ouma

“Hey.. S/O are you alright?”

“Did someone do something to you?”

He asks you multiple questions upon seeing you in tears, and when he receives no answer he decides it would be best not to pry

Despite being such a tease, he knows when it’s time to be serious

Walking over, he sat down next to you and wrapped his arms around your waist before pulling you in close

“I don’t know what’s wrong but.. If someone made you cry I will send people from my organization after them.”

“Nishishishi~ Then they’ll be sorry!”

“Just say the word, S/O.”

You shook your head, smiling a bit

You told him that all you needed right now was him

He nodded, asking you if you needed anything

You shook your head

“I know what’ll help you feel better!”

He grinned, removing his arms from your waist before standing up

“Let’s watch a funny movie!”

You stared at him silently for a moment

Then you responded with an ‘okay’

He ran into the kitchen and was in there for a couple of minutes before he came running back out into the living room with a bowl of popcorn

He grabbed the remote

“Now! This movie is one of my personal favorites.. It’s called ‘White Chicks’“

He put the movie on and snuggled close to you, his eyes glued to the screen

Ouma was right- the movie was hilarious, and soon enough you found yourself absorbed in the movie

You two ended up falling asleep on the couch together

He was snuggled up against you as he slept

Right before you drifted off, you heard him speak

“I love you, S/O”

Kaito Momota

Just like Ouma, Kaito asked you multiple questions

“What’s wrong S/O?”

“Do I need to beat someone up?”

You shook your head

He frowned and walked over to you, taking your hand in his own

“You’re shaking, S/O”

You didn’t respond to him

He stood there for a few moments, looking to be deep in thought

“Come with me S/O!”

You tilted your head, wondering where he wanted to take you

Reluctantly, you stood up

Kaito led you out into the back yard

“Look, S/O”

He pointed towards the sky

You rose your head and were greeted with the sight of numerous stars, illuminating the sky

Kaito sat down on the grass, patting the spot beside him

You sat down, eyes glued to the sky

It was almost as if you were in some sort of trance

“Aren’t they beautiful?”

You nodded, a smile tugging at your lips

“AH! I see that smile!”

Kaito beamed, happy that he had made you smile

You couldn’t help but giggle

It was then that Kaito took your hand in his once again

“Hey.. S/O.”

“I don’t like seeing you upset.”

“I just want you to know though.. everything will be alright.”

“After all, The Luminary of the Stars will always be here for you!”

“Seriously though, I hope you know you can talk to me about anything, anytime.”

“You don’t have to say anything, just watch the stars.. They always help me calm down.. I think they can do the same for you.”

You couldn’t help but smile once again

The two of you laid there for a couple of hours, watching the stars

The whole entire time, Kaito was rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb

It was then that you knew

That everything was going to be okay

Korekiyo Shinguji

The minute he saw you in tears, he turned around and walked out of the room

You wondered why he had left abruptly like that, until a few minutes later

Korekiyo came walking in with two cups, one of which he set down in front of you

“Chamomile tea, it’s one of my personal favorites.”

“Also, it’s known to help with relaxation.”

He took a seat in front of you and pushed the cup towards you

“Go on, S/O.”

You took the cup and rose it to your lips, taking a sip

“How is it?”

You told him that it was delicious

“Good.”

He took a sip of his own tea

“You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong right now, just enjoy the tea S/O.”

“I don’t want you to feel pressured to tell me anything.”

“Just know, I am here and willing to listen anytime.”

You nodded, taking yet another sip of the tea he had made for you

You could feel yourself beginning to relax

“Now, what do you say when were done here.. We take a trip to the petting zoo?”

“They say petting animals can be very therapeutic.”

“It releases a chemical called oxytocin.”

“It might help calm you down.”

You told him that you would love to go to the zoo

It was exactly what you needed

So you two finished off your tea before heading off to the petting zoo, where you spent the entire time running around and touching each individual animal

Korekiyo was right, it did help you calm down more than you thought it would.

He watched you pet the animals with a smile on your face

He was glad you were doing better

Kiibo

When he saw you in the midst of a breakdown, he had no clue what to do

“A-Ah! S/O are you alright?!”

He ran to your side, placing a hand on your back and rubbing it

You shook your head in response

“Ah.. Uhm..”

He tried to think of what he could possibly do for you

“I got it!”

“Hey S/O, tell me how you are feeling.”

You looked at him

“Well.. I heard if you talk about what is bothering you it helps.. a lot.”

You were happy that he cared, and wanted to listen to your worries.

So you told him

You poured out all of your feelings and told him how you felt

Him? He listened

Nodding along with every word you spoke whilst he rubbed your back

When you were done? You felt better than you had minutes previous now that you had gotten the chance to rant

When you were finished talking, Kiibo assured you that everything was going to be alright

He told you that he would stay with you as long as you needed

He also told you that if you wanted to rant more, you could.

He would listen to every word

You smiled, happy that he was here

You thanked him

“No need to thank me, S/O.”

“I just want you to be happy.”

Rantaro Amami

He knew what to do

Walking into the kitchen, he opened the the freezer and pulled out two tubs of ice cream

He grabbed two spoons and a jar of hot fudge

Rantaro then walked back into the living room where you were and held out one tub of ice cream

“Here, it’s your favorite”

You grabbed the tub of ice cream, and took the spoon as well

“Now..”

He sat down in the spot next to you

“I’m all ears, tell me whats wrong.”

You opened the tub of ice cream and took a spoonful as you began telling him what was wrong

The two of you pigged out on ice cream as you continued to lay your feelings bare before him

He kissed you on the forehead once you were finished talking

“I hope everything gets better soon, do you think I could help in any way?”

You told him that him listening to you talk about it was helping more than enough

He was happy that it was helping

“Well then, I will listen to you for as long as you need me too.”

Hearing those words made you happy

For the rest of the night, you and him talked all the while feasting on ice cream

By the time the two of you fell asleep, you were bloated and so was he from the amount of ice cream the two of you had ingested

But man

Was the ice cream good

Ryoma Hoshi

Nope

He did NOT like it

Seeing you upset like this broke his heart

He told you that he wanted to take you somewhere

Although you had no clue where he wanted to go, you went nonetheless

“Here we are, S/O”

After a little while, the two of you had arrived at a tennis court

You followed him into the court, and watched as he picked up two rackets and handed one to you

He then passed you a ball

“Now, I want you to hit the ball.”

“Each time you do so, yell a reason why you are upset.”

“It helps me, I think it could benefit you as well.”

So you did it

Every time you hit the ball, you yelled out a reason for you being upset

Ryoma watched and listened silently

You found it to be quite therapeutic

Soon enough? You also began to calm down

You slowly got slower, until finally you stopped hitting the tennis ball

“How are you?”

You told him that it had helped out, a lot

He was relieved

“While we’re here, why don’t we play a game of tennis?”

You let out a small laugh, telling him that there was no chance you could win

But for some reason you played anyway and boy

You had tons of fun

Gonta Gokuhara

“Oh no!”

“Why are you crying S/O?!”

“Did Gonta do something?”

“Gonta sorry!”

You shook your head, assuring him that he had done nothing wrong

“Oh.. then did someone hurt S/O’s feelings?”

You gave another shake of the head

You asked him for a hug, and he happily obliged

You asked him for another, and he gave you another hug

“Gonta will stay with you until you feel better!”

He wrapped his arms around you, and you wrapped your own arms around him

You clung to him, tears escaping your eyes

Gonta frowned and kissed you on the cheek

“Gonta not very good at giving advice.. but if you want to talk about it, Gonta will listen.”

You took no time in telling him what was on your mind, and through it all he simply listened whilst holding you close

Then after, to your request, he began talking about insects

He wondered why you had asked him to do so, but he talked about them anyway

If it would help you, he would do anything

Seeing him talk about something he’s so passionate about, you couldn’t help but finding yourself smile

You told Gonta that he was adorable, and he turned red in response

“W-Well Gonta thinks S/O is more adorable!”

You felt your face heat up

Then, you started to giggle uncontrollably

You and him then began to argue about who was more adorable, the conversation, random as it may be..

did make you feel better.

#mod miu #ndrv3 imagines #fluff #shuichi saihara #ouma kokichi #kaito momota #korekiyo shinguuji #amami rantarou #gonta gokuhara #ryoma hoshi #kiibo

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perksofbeingawaifu · 7 years

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caddy shack

in face melting heat, jean and eren discuss many things of extreme importance while ogling their supervisor levi. ererijean. this is just self indulgent sillies

“You know what I like?” Eren asked.

“Suckin’ dick?” Jean teased, but his heart was only half in it, he was too busy fanning himself on the bench in the caddy shack. The oppressive heat had sap leaching out of the wooden boards giving the place a sickly sweet smell. It was only slightly better inside, in the shade, than out on the course.

“Yes, but also…” Eren struggled upright, which was difficult with Jean draped over him. “Watching Levi drive around in the carts.”

“Mm,” Jean agreed.

The humidity was so overwhelming, Eren’s hair was curling around the brim of his baseball cap, which was unfair Jean thought. And Jean’s eyes looked very honey colored in the bright light thought Eren as he stuck a blade of grass in Jean’s ear only to have him slap it away. Out in the distance, the groan of Levi’s golf cart drew nearer.

“The wind tousling his silken locks.”

“Mhm.”

“The sound of the shocks crying out in pain as he speeds over the hills,” Eren continued wistfully.

“He likes speed that one,” Jean said, putting his hat over his eyes.

“The grinding noise the cart makes because he has no idea how to use the clutch,” Eren said as they heard the telltale sound of their boss swearing at the cart.

“He doesn’t need it, the carts simply obey. All bend to his will. I’ve seen him break a nine iron over his knee.”

“The way he squeals to a halt in front of the caddy shack,” Eren sighed as Levi hit the curb with some vehemence.

“It’s like peals of laughter,” Jean chorused.

“The way he says—“

“What are you little cock gobblers doing?” Levi snapped, kicking the bottom of the bench where they were thrown across.

“Ain’t no fish bitin’ boss,” Jean drawled, fanning himself with his hat.

Levi ripped it out of his hand and smacked the side of Jean’s head.

“The Reiss brothers are coming over with a big client and you’re the only ones still here, so it’s all hands on deck, put on some fucking deodorant—the real stuff not that cheap ass, dick cheese smelling Axe body spray,” Levi snapped and then went to dust off the nicer golf carts for the guests.

“How exactly does one gobble cock?” Jean asked philosophically.

“I think it’s like when you have a really big handful of popcorn and you just kindof shove it all in your face like so.” Eren’s demonstration was quite informative.

“I imagine it’s more like feeding an apple to a horse. You know how the horse’s lips kindof go wicker-wicker,” Jean wiggled his own full lips around as he picked up Rod Reiss’ golf clubs.

“You would think it’s like a horse, horse face,” Eren said kicking a clump of perfectly manicured onto Jean’s tennis shoes.

“You just like horse dick, horse gobbler,” Jean said, shoving Eren, and knocking the clubs Eren was carrying to the ground.

Levi’s head rotated around like a hawk and Jean hastily helped Eren pick them up.

“Nice shot, sir,” Eren praised Uri Reiss as he teed off, earning him a $5 tip.

The men piled in the cart and insisted on driving themselves, leaving Eren, Jean, and Levi in the shitty cart. Before Eren could board, Levi grabbed his ear.

“You kick another hole in this turf and I will grind you up in the woodchipper and then spread your guts as fertilizer for this beautiful lawn,” Levi hissed. “Now help me push this up the hill.”

Eren and Jean got out to shove it up the hill, while once again Levi refused to acknowledge the clutch on the dead cart. As they drifted down, the machine revved back to life with a sound like a leaf blower.

Eren and Jean gripped the sides as Levi rocketed down the hill. Eren’s knuckles were white, Jean crossed himself and uttered a prayer. Levi crested another hill and Jean braced for what he called “taint breakers,” aka the heavy way Levi’s cart would land. Eren cupped himself should he fall forward and break the family jewels on the shift stick.

“You know what I love?” Eren asked, teeth clattering as the machine attempted to use momentum to make it up the gravel hill.

“Taking it up the butt,” Jean guessed, eyes closed, wishing he had taken that Dramamine.

“Yes, but the pressed lines in his khakis.”

“The pleats do accentuate his package,” Jean agreed, hoping Levi couldn’t hear them over the roar of the motor.

They lurched to a halt and Jean fell off the cart and rolled on the grass, thankful to be on land again. Eren landed on him.

“Knock it off, I swear to god, you two spend more time on the ground than you do carrying clubs,” Levi said, digging his cleats into Jean’s belly.

Levi shouldered the client’s bag and then paused. “You know…I kindof thought cock gobbling was like…multiple dicks.”

“An interesting premise,” Jean said from the ground, ankles crossed behind him.

“Indeed,” Eren said, tucking a dandelion behind his ear.

“Now is that multiple dicks at once, or one at a time?” Jean asked, grabbing his own bag and dragging it behind him.

“Yes, a community of dicks, or a line of succession?” Eren mused.

“In which case, being a cock gobbler is something of a compliment,” Jean said, pulling out Uri Reiss’ putter.

“A multitasker,” Eren agreed.

They were very quiet as each of the men lined up a shot.

“Excellent sir, you’re under par,” Jean praised and received a $20.

No one kissed ass quite like Jean. When the elder Reiss brother’s back was turned, Jean licked the edge of the bill, flicking his tongue obscenely. Eren flipped him off.

“That’s nasty, money is dirty,” Levi said, wrinkling his nose.

The client missed another shot. He claimed the ball was the reason. Levi quickly wiped the grass off of his club with a towel.

“You know what I love?” Eren whispered, as the client lined up another shot.

“Dicks flying at you from every angle?”

“Yes, obviously, but I love how he cleans balls. Have you ever seen a man more dedicated to polishing balls?”

“You?” Jean suggested.

“It’s why we’re meant for one another Levi and I. Levi and me. Levi and I?”

Jean shrugged. “Doesn’t matter because Levi likes me.”

“Bullshit, I clean better than you.”

“You clean your asscrack, but you don’t clean clean.”

Levi looked over to see both Eren and Jean aggressively polishing their clubs. Jean put his between his legs and slid a rag up and down the shaft. Levi’s brow twitched. Jean finished and put the club away.

“No stamina. See? This is why Levi likes me better because I take my time, I’m thorough and—“ Eren added a lil spitshine to the club. “I make it sparkle—ow!”

Levi chucked a golf ball at his head. The muscle in his jaw was throbbing as he glared at them.

“QUIT FUCKING AROUND,” he mouthed.

There was another bumpy ride to the next hole.

“Levi I’m too motion sick to caddy,” Jean complained.

“Get your bony ass up,” Levi jabbed him with the client’s driver.

“Hi hi!” Christa cheered as she drove past them in the drink cart, the sound of hundreds of dollars of liquor clanking merrily. “What can I get you gentlemen?”

The client whistled appreciatively and ribbed Levi. “Look at that one. ‘Bout as ripe as a peach, don’t you think?”

Levi turned his long suffering gaze to Jean and Eren.

“Hi Daddy!” Christa cried, as Rod Reiss gave her a kiss on the temple. “Mint Julep? Uncle Uri?”

The client paled and Jean and Eren became very interested in the ground trying not to snort, but when the sleazy man’s back was turned, the two of them burst into laughter.

“Christa make us drinks,” Eren begged.

“No.”

“Christa make us hummers,” Jean pleaded, hanging off the edge of the cart.

“No, you know I can’t give you guys drinks. I’ll get in trouble. You’ll get in trouble.”

“Christa pleaseee,” Jean whined.

“Christaaa,” Eren hung off of her waist.

“No,” she said firmly.

“Wow,” said Eren, lifting up his shirt. “It’s like you forgot your friend. Mr. Bellyshot.”

“I still can’t believe I did that. Ymir was so mad.”

“Don’t feel bad, Christa,” Jean said, patting Eren’s flat and very tan stomach. “Everyone has had a shot off of this belly. It is a very slutty belly.”

“It’s true. I am not picky.”

“I haven’t,” Levi said, resting his elbows while the golfers clinked their glasses together.

“That can easily change,” Eren said, eyes growing bright. “Come to the bonfire with us tonight!”

Levi snorted. “If I wanted the taste of cheap vodka, pubes and bellybutton lint, I’d give it a try.”

“I have lots of other places you can do shots off of!” Eren insisted. “Check out the gunshow.”

He flexed. Levi only looked over him with a bored and flat expression.

“Christa, is this your beach ball?” Jean asked, holding an imaginary ball.

“IS THIS YOUR BEACH BALL?” Eren mimicked him, both now flexing for both Christa and Levi’s benefit.

“Is this your beach ball?” Jean continued strutting.

Levi sighed. “I don’t like drinking much. Okay, we’re on. Let’s go.”

“Jean,” Eren said, grabbing his arm. “I have had a sudden conversion. I am forsaking any and all alcohol as of this very moment. I will live life completely dry. It is my destiny.”

“Then I must as well. I bet I’ll go sober even better than you.”

“Not possible.”

“Why is everything a competition between you two?” Levi sighed.

At the next hole, the client (whose name they really should have known by now if they had been paying attention), was having a great deal of trouble. A double whiskey will do that to you.

“This stupid rental club is horrible,” he complained loudly. “Do you see how off balance it is?”

“Would you like me to retrieve a new driver from the clubhouse for you, sir?” Levi asked.

“You could borrow mine,” Uri offered.

“No thanks, I never touch another man’s clubs,” the client joked and the three of them guffawed.

“See Jean, the punchline is an implied homophobia. That touching another man’s club, because of the phallic shape of the object, it offers the suggestion that one could be gay should he thus grasp it. And by saying he won’t touch them, he is reinforcing his heterosexuality.”

“Gay panic as a joke. Revolutionary. A startling new concept,” Jean drawled.

“Do you see this club?” the client asked Levi.

“Yes, sir,” Levi nodded.

“Do you see how it’s weighted?” he held it up for Levi to examine.

“Looks fine to me, sir, but I’m not an expert,” Levi said evenly.

“Here, you give it a try,” he said holding it out to Levi.

“Oh no, sir, I couldn’t,” Levi insisted, looking increasingly uncomfortable.

“Here, take it,” the client said, forcing it into Levi’s hand. “Go on, the ball isn’t going to bite.”

For once Jean and Eren were quiet. They gave Levi a brief nod of silent support. Levi rolled his shoulders, looking behind him at Jean and Eren. Eren gave a thumbs up. Levi gave the smallest ghost of a smile.

“Oh god, he’s killed me,” Eren said clutching his heart.

And then Levi swung. His follow through and form were perfect, just like the guy on the PGA label. Jean let out a low whistle. They watched the little white ball land, bounce once and then roll merely a foot from the flag.

“Seems fine to me, sir,” Levi said innocently enough, handing the man back his club and retrieving a new ball for him.

“You know what I love?” Jean asked.

“Ass?” Eren guessed.

“Yes, more specifically Levi’s. And his shoulders. And abs.”

Eren fainted into Jean’s arms.

Levi didn’t get a tip. Eren drove them back to the caddy shack, his drive offered a surprising lack of gut wrenching turns and death drops and Jean’s motion sickness abated.

“I’m so tired, I can barely move,” Jean groaned, lying down on the grass.

“At least you two got paid. How much did you make?” Levi asked.

“$150 for the whole day,” Eren said.

“$180 but I think that extra thirty is because I gave Mrs. Kaczminski some stroke tips and let her grope my butt,” Jean said.

“How’d she even find it?” Eren asked, sitting on him. “It’s so bony. Feel that, now that’s a butt.”

“Levi!” Erwin called, jogging over.

“Erwin,” Levi acknowledged his boss as Eren and Jean rolled on the ground in an attempt to cover the other in grass stains.

Erwin gave a hesitant eye at the two figures on the ground, but simple stepped over them.

“My two best caddies,” Levi explained.

“So the only ones who bothered to show up and not reek of pot?”

“Bingo,” Levi grimaced. “Unfortunately this is the best I’ve got. Ignore them, their brains melted on the course hours ago.”

“It’s so hot, Erwin,” Eren complained.

“Yeah, high of 98F,” Erwin agreed. “I was surprised when the Reiss brothers showed up so late in the day, but apparently their client insisted. They told me what happened out on the course. Said you showed their guest up.”

Rather than offering reproach, Erwin looked proud.

“It was a gorgeous shot, I’m still tingling all over,” Eren sighed.

“Anyway, they said their guest didn’t bother to tip you, so they handed me this to give to you.”

Erwin held out an envelope.

“CASH! THE GOLDEN GOD!” Jean bellowed. “Shower me in bills Levi.”

“$200, nice,” Levi said, looking a great deal happier than he had before.

“You’d make a great instructor if you’re ever interested,” Erwin said as he left, waving behind him.

They helped Levi close down the shack and then, like always, it was Eren’s ritual to beg Levi to come hang out with them. He never did.

“Are you coming to the bonfire?” Eren asked hopefully, even as Jean rolled his eyes.

“Sure.” Levi shrugged.

“Really?” Eren’s eyes grew wide, Jean stopped in shock.

“Yeah, why not.”

Eren let out a whoop and then pretended his legs had given out.

“You’ll have to carry me to my car, Levi,” Eren begged.

To both his and Jean’s surprise, Levi did pick him up.

“Me next!” Jean bounced next to him.

“Here, but I’ll drive us,” Levi said, setting Jean down next to his car.

“Uh,” they both stalled, looking uncertain at Levi’s beat up Camry.

Levi’s driving was not any better in a real car than in a golf cart.

#ererijean #drabble #and then they went to the beach #where they found a real beach ball #IS THIS YOUR BEACH BALL #and then took turns sneaking kisses from levi #competing to see who is the better kisser #levi can't tell he needs more kisses to know #he really doesn't mind their antics #well off the clock he doesn't mind #i could have written like 6k more words of this nonsense

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cakelanguage · 7 years

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"All good things to those who wait" Matt/Hannah Until Dawn 😉

I hope this is fluffy enough for this pairing because they deserve all the fluff

You can also read it on AO3

Dating Matt was so much more different than Hannah couldhave ever expected. She remembers casting shy glances at Mike when she’d stillbeen crushing on him, waiting for him to notice her. But with Matt, he alwaysnoticed. He noticed when she wore different clothes, when she changed hermakeup, when she styled her hair differently, he even noticed when she paintedher nails for crying out loud. And to some it may seem odd, but Hannah feltnoticed and dare she say it, loved.

Suddenly she was going to every one of Matt’s games,cheering him on. She didn’t always know what was going on since tennis was moreher speed, but seeing the smile on Matt’s face when he’d spot her on thebleachers made it all worth it. Even if she did have to keep asking people whatthe plays meant.

And that’s where she was now, in the bleachers with Matt’sletterman jacket keeping her warm, cheering as Matt made another touchdown.

“That’s my boyfriend,” Hannah said excitedly to the womansitting next to her. She didn’t know who the woman was but in that moment shefelt so proud that she was dating Matt.

The woman smiled back. “He’s a good player,” she commentedbefore turning back to the game.

When she came to her first game, she was beyond nervous andtried to sit away from too many people, silently wishing she was at home with abook. But she’d grown to like them and enjoy the competitive atmosphere and thepassionate fans.

It helped that Matt would give her this bashful grin whenthey’d meet up after the game.

Their relationship wasn’t perfect, but they’d almost beendating for a year now and she couldn’t be happier. She hoped she made Matt ashappy as he made her.

“That was an awesome play out there,” Hannah said, hookingan arm around Matt’s. The game had ended with their team winning and Matt had optedout of going to the after-party to take her on a date.

“You think so?” Matt asked with a grin. “I think my greatestplay is going to come later.”

Hannah’s eyebrows climbed closer to her hairline. “Oh do younow? And what sort of play is that going to be?”

Matt winked. “All good things come to those who wait.”

Hannah playfully butted her head against his shoulder aslaughter past between them. “So where are you taking me?”

He shrugged. “Where do you want to go?”

“No plan, superstar?”

“Eh, I just kinda wanted it to just be us, you know? Maybego for a walk in the park?”

Hannah worried her bottom lip. “It’s pretty dark out…” She’dnever quite gotten over her fear of the dark after that night on Blackwood Mountain.

Matt laced their fingers together and pressed a kissed tothe back of her hand. “Don’t worry about it, we can just go to my place if youwant, throw on a movie or something.”

“Netflix and chill?”

Matt gave a nervous chuckle. “N-no, nothing like that. Justbe together and relax.”

Hannah nodded her head. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Then it’s settled, one evening of watching Netflix andeating junk food here we come!”

Hannah reached into the bowl that was settled in Matt’s lapto grab another piece of popcorn. She was leaning against his shoulder, glassesslightly askew as another episode of Santa Clarita Diet plays on the screen.Admittedly she wasn’t really paying attention, not when she was focused on theMatt drawing pictures on her side with his fingers. His fingers skated acrossthat particular spot that had her giggling quietly.

“Are you ready to tell me why you really didn’t want to goto that after-party?” Hannah asked, tilting her head up to look at Matt.

Matt turned his face toward her, an almost unnoticeable blushstaining his cheeks. “W-well, I really did just want it to be us for one thing.”He absentmindedly scratched his head with his free hand.

“Uh-huh?”

“Yeah, because there’s something I wanted to talk to youabout.”

For a split second Hannah felt a heartbreaking sadnessthreaten to steal her breath before she convinced herself that she wasoverreacting. Matt wouldn’t have asked her on a date if he planned to break upwith her. He wasn’t that mean. “What’d you want to talk about?”

Matt grabbed the remote and paused the show. “Well, we’vebeen dating for a while now and um I really like you,” he chuckled, “I meanobviously, we’re dating.”

Hannah smiled at Matt’s awkwardness. It was endearing to seehim stumbling over his words. “For what it’s worth, I really like you too.”

“Good, that’s great,” Matt nodded his head. “Well, I was—Idon’t want you to feel at all pressured by what I’m about to say so keep thatin mind.”

Hannah rolled her eyes. “Is this about sex Matt? You reallydon’t have to be that nervous about it.”

Matt ducked his head releasing another nervous laugh. “No,not sex, but I’m definitely not against it, but this first.” He took a calmingbreath. “What I wanted to ask you was if you would consider making this kinda Idon’t know… going steady?”

Hannah’s jaw dropped. “W-what?”

“Uh, it’s like an old fashioned thing or whatever, but mydad went steady with my mom in high school and it sounded romantic enough andstuff. Like he gave her a ring and it’s supposedly really romantic but um—maybeit’s a little stupid, but I do have a ring for you anyway, nothing expensivesorry, but it’s pretty, well I thought you’d think it was pretty.” Matt wastalking faster and faster with each passing second. “But uh, you definitely don’thave to say yes, I’m totally fine with us just dating like normal it’s whateveryou’re comfortable with and—“

“Matt,” Hannah cut in his rambling. “You really want to gosteady with me?”

Matt took a deep breath and nodded his head. “I really likeyou and I just thought that it’s cute y’know?”

Hannah felt her eyes well up. She’d always been a completesap for all romantic gestures and no matter if it was dated, “going steady” wasclassic romance. She knew Beth would be laughing at her good-naturedly if shecould see her right now. And Josh, well he’d always thought Matt was a goodguy, he’d probably be okay with it.

“So uh… what do you think?” Matt asked breaking her from herthoughts.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as best she couldfrom where she sat, dislodging the popcorn bowl from his lap and onto thefloor. They’d have to clean it up later, but she couldn’t bring herself tocare.

“Absolutely, oh my god, yes.”

Matt was right: good things come to those who wait.

#Matt/Hannah #until dawn fic #until dawn fanfic #hannah washington #matt taylor #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #going steady #fanfic #my fic #ud fic #matt ud #hannah ud

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telematedd · 5 years

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Never a gun.

I went to see a movie today. It was a teen drama— one of those cliche ones where they fall in love despite the odds and then someone dies at the end. I like to see those because it helps me feel my feelings fully and without judgment with a theater full of other people pretending they aren’t doing the exact same thing.

I went alone, as I often do. Seeing a movie is usually a spontaneous decision I make halfway through a day when I can’t bear to window shop or work on term papers any longer. I got my signature popcorn, doused in that chemical butter I wish I didn’t love, and a small Icee. My usual.

During the previews, a man came in and sat in the back corner. He was white, middle-aged, wearing New Balance tennis shoes and a baseball hat. I assumed he was there with his daughter or wife, likely dragged to this angsty teen drama after being shot down for suggesting the comedy across the hall. Maybe they were getting snacks or making a last minute stop in the restroom.

No one ever came. He looked straight ahead at the screen - no snacks, no soda. He seemed a little stern, like maybe he had plans to meet someone and they bailed at the last minute.

Or maybe he was yet another theater shooter. And suddenly my thoughts raced, my eyes darting around the theater for the nearest exit, the most logical way out of the building if there was an emergency. I spent the first twenty minutes of the film glancing back at him every couple of minutes, waiting for any peculiar sign or sudden movements. Every time I could see him readjust his arm out of the corner of my eye, my head shot back to ensure he was just getting comfortable, not reaching into his waistband or under the chair. But then he reclined his seat and leaned back, unwrapped a candy bar from his pocket, and wiped a tear from his eye.

Turns out he was there to feel his feelings just like me. Watching a teen drama with some contraband candy, sitting in the back where he could watch without judgment. And instead of being relieved that I wasn’t sharing a theater with a would-be mass murderer, I just felt sad that I lived in a world where I had that fear at all. The fear that a random 45-year-old man might kill me and everyone around me without a second thought. No one checked my bag for a gun when I arrived. I’m not asked to walk through a metal detector every morning when I board the subway. We’re all just supposed to trust that the person next to us isn’t carrying an assault rifle in the duffle bag at their feet. We’re meant to assume it’s a bag of clothes and toiletries they’re bringing back from vacation, or a soccer ball and some cleats on their way to a pick-up game.

Never a gun. Except that sometimes it is a gun. It’s mid-March, and according to the Gun Violence Archive, there have been over 60 “mass shootings” this year (broadly defined as an event where 4+ people are shot). Averaged out, that’s almost a mass shooting daily. Here in the United States, where we are not supposed to assume that the person sitting behind us in a movie theater is going to shoot us.

I’m sorry, sir, that I misjudged you. But I’m more sorry that, because of gun violence in America, I felt like I needed to.

#guncontrol

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pokefan531 · 4 years

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Yuki’s Story Chapter 93 - Yuki’s Resort Break

Chapter 93 During the weekend, Yuki, Minoru, and Ryo are watching a movie in a theater. They came out from the building, with concerned look. Yuki: The movie was...underwhelming. Minoru: Yeah. It didn't seem as likable as it was marketed. Ryo: I don't expect to see our favorite character acting like a loser and squirting liquid. Minoru: That is gross. Yuki: It is, but the movie has a lot of problems. Minoru: Yeah. So, we're heading to a food court? Yuki: Yes. We still have couple of time. We can go to the arcade after eating. They went to the food court, and Yuki and Ryo brought trays of food. Ryo: Lunch is served! Minoru: They look nice. Yuki: Yep. All for us. Later during lunch, Ryo and Yuki are talking to Minoru about a plan. Ryo: Minoru. Me and Yuki are thinking about a big vacation for new years. Minoru: Sounds nice. Yuki: We want to invite you and maybe your sister to our vacation to Hawaii hotel. Minoru: Really?! Hawaii? Yuki: Yep. Me and Ryo got enough money for a four day vacation. Minoru: Well, my family don't have plans, but I don't know if they would let me. Yuki: Just ask them, and tell your sister. That way, you will have your family to be on our vacation to share a room. Minoru: Sounds more safe for my parents to let us go there. Ryo: Good. Let us know by next weekend. Minoru: No problem. I think Ayano will be happy to be on a resort. The next day, Minoru talks with his parents on the table during breakfast. Mom: Hawaii? Hmm... Dad: Have they reserved it yet? Minoru: Not until next weekend. Me and Ayano can have fun with them during new years. What do you think? Dad: They made a smart decision to invite Ayano to share a room. Mom: Yeah, but we are planning to go to Aunt Irina's place. I know you got big problems there, so I'll let you two go there. Ayano, you want to go? Ayano: Yes! We are gonna have a lot of fun together! Minoru: Awesome! Just the four of us! Ayano: I would like to see Yuki do cool tricks and play with us! Minoru: Me to. Thanks for letting us. Dad: Well, you are pretty responsible and Yuki shows deep care to us. Minoru: I'm glad you both see Yuki's care. The next day at school, Minoru talks to Yuki at the front gate. Minoru: They are planning to go to Aunt Irina's house for new years. Yuki: Oh. Well, you are better off coming with us than there, because of last time we went there. Minoru: Yeah...I'm glad my parents approved your vacation plan. Yuki: Me to. We are gonna have a wonderful day. Sure, I will miss Comiket, but going to a special vacation is another big activity. Minoru: It is. Yuki: So, there are gonna be a lot of activities there we can do. The big pool, the beach, the arcades, souvenirs, and attractions. Minoru: Sounds like a big vacation for us. Yuki: Yeah. Many days later, they went to the airplane and flies to Hawaii and arrive to the hotel. Yuki: Wow! This place looks awesome! Minoru: I know! This resort has a lot of activities on our list! They went to the recipient. Ryo: We would like to rent two rooms for four days. Lady: Sure! They got the keys and a wrist ticket. Later, they open up the the hotel room and they went in. Minoru: Wow! Ayano: Cool! It's for both of us! Yuki: Yep. Minoru: Two big beds. Ayano: That's awesome! Ryo: Well, here are the keys. Minoru: Thanks. Yuki and Ryo went to theirs. Yuki: Nice. Just like their room, except mirrored. Ryo: Yeah. Yuki: And now it's time for the pool! Ryo: Yep. Our first thing to do! Later, Minoru and Ayano are already in the pool. They see Yuki and Ryo coming. Yuki: I see them! Ryo: Me to. Yuki jumps to the pool. Yuki: Hey Minoru. Minoru: Wow. Hi. Yuki: Thanks for waiting. Minoru: We just got in. Yuki: Well, we got ready quick. They both swim around and Ayano comes to Minoru. Ayano: Minoru. Wanna go to the jazuzzi? It's near here. Minoru: Okay. They went to the jazuzzi. Ayano: It feels relaxing. Minoru: It does. Yuki: I really like how it's pretty warm here. Minoru: Me to. Ryo: It's pretty sweet. Later, they went to the deep pool, and they all want to jump. Yuki: Minoru, want to jump first? Minoru: Ok. He jumps and swims up. Minoru: It is nice here. Ayano: Cool. She then jumps in the pool and swims up. Ayano: You're right. Both Ryo and Yuki jumps high and goes inside the water with big splash. Ayano: Wow... That was a big splash. Minoru: Yep. Both of them really know how to make a big splash. Yuki and Ryo comes out from the water. Yuki: You both like what you see? Minoru: Yep You both made a big splash at the same time. Ayano: Oh yes! It was amazing! Yuki: Glad you liked it. Now we are gonna play a couple of games together. Both play swim race, Marco polo, and catch. Yuki throws a toy to Ayano. She caught it. Ayano: Catch! She then throws it to Minoru. Minoru catches it too. Minoru: Catch! He throws it to Yuki. She caught it. Yuki: Catch! Later, Yuki and Ryo are talking inside the pool. Yuki: We swim all over the pool and it's a well structured resort. Ryo: Yep. Yuki: So, what other places do you want to take a look at? Ryo: I do want to visit some attractions. They also have golf, tennis park, basketball, football, arcades, and game room. Yuki: We are probably gonna be at most of those places. Ryo: Yep. They see Minoru and Ayano coming with small popcorn. Ayano: They got popcorn. It taste good. Barely any salt or butter, so it's good. Yuki: Cool. Minoru: They got other things inside the snack area. Ryo: Cool. Well, there's a food court and it's a buffet. We can pick on any food we like to eat, and it's serving food in a few hours. Minoru: Awesome! I would like to see what's inside. Yuki: There's also a couple of places we would like to take a look at. They got the arcade and game room. Minoru: Cool. That means we can play games with each other. Ayano: I would like to go there. Yuki: After the food court, we are planning to look around the resort. Minoru: Sounds good. Ayano: I wanna take a look at the beach that's near here. Ryo: We will. It's only good for a walk, because the beach has a lot of rocks on the sand. Minoru: Hmm. I see. Yuki: And the waves aren't that big. It looks nice, but the resort's beach isn't much like most beaches. Minoru: I see. For the rock, we can throw rocks at the ocean to have it jump above the surface. Ryo: You just give us an idea. Yuki: Yep. We will definitely try it out. Minoru: All right. Ayano: The popcorn bag is empty. I'm going back in the water. Minoru: Okay. Ayano went to throw the bag away and came back with a splash. Minoru went inside the pool. Yuki: Wanna play catch with my toy? Minoru: Sure. They continue to play catch on the pool. Later, all four of them went inside the food court with their normal clothes. Yuki: Wow. The place is big, and they have all the foods on the buffet area. Minoru: They look delicious. They begin taking a plate and grab some food. After they got all the food they pick, they sit at the table together. Minoru: It has a lot of great food. The waiter comes. Waiter: Hello guys. I am gonna serve drinks and napkins to your table. What do you guys want? They tell him the drinks they want. Waiter: Okay. It will arrive in a few minutes. He left. Ayano: This place is amazing. Yuki: You bet. Ryo: And they are also serving dessert, like ice cream. Minoru: That's nice. They all eat their foods and desserts. Later, they left the food court and explore around the resort. They went to the beach first. Yuki: This looks fine. Ayano: Yes. The beach is more flat. Minoru: That means the waves here are very light. Yuki: Let's throw some rocks. They all went by the water and pick up the rocks. Yuki toss a rock on the ocean and it bounce seven times. Minoru toss a rock and it bounces four times. Ryo tosses and it bounce six times. Ayano toss a small rock and it bounce five times. Ayano: I got five. Minoru: Cool. Yuki Now I'm gonna do another throw. She tosses another rock and bounces nine times. Minoru: Wow! Ryo: That is awesome! They continue to toss rocks, and later, they went to the pine tree area to see animals around. Ayano: They all look cute! Yuki: They sure do. Minoru: Well, the coconuts up there looks big. Yuki: I want to drink coconut juice here. Ryo: Look at the grass. There's lizards walking. Yuki: Cool! Ayano: Uhh... Minoru: They are walking slowly. Ayano: Yeah, but they kinda look creepy. Yuki: They don't touch people. Not here. They like to walk in grass, and they run fast if they see humans close by. Ayano: Oh. Okay. They went to the game room. Ayano: They have the wii! Let's play! They all play Mario Kart. Yuki: I got the giant mushroom! Ryo: Lucky. Minoru: Well, I got the star! Ayano: I like baby Rosalina. Ryo: Guys! I got three bananas! Ayano: Try and see if you can catch me! Yuki: Now back to normal size! Minoru: We're on final lap. Ryo: Let's see who comes in first place! Yuki: Maybe It would be me. Ayano: I got mushrooms! Minoru: I got red shells! Yuki: Try and catch up! Yuki is close to the finish line, but Minoru speed himself so he comes in first place, followed by Yuki, Ryo, and Ayano. Minoru: I got first place! Yuki: Good job, you guys! Ayano: I may be in fourth place, but we were more together, racing the finish line. Ryo: GG! Later, they went to the stage show at night, watching hula dancing and fire tricks. Minoru: Wow! they really put huge effort in making a show here. Ryo: Yep. Yuki: Oh yeah! Fire tricks are really tricky. I could only do performing tricks in gym class. Minoru: Yeah. Ayano: Not only that, but the music sounds very unique. Minoru: You're right. Later, they went to their hotel room, and Minoru and Ayano are about to sleep. Ayano: This was fun! Minoru: It is. Tomorrow is gonna be exciting. Ayano: On New Year's Eve, it will! At Yuki and Ryo's room, they are laying down on a separate bed. Yuki: Today was fun. Ryo: It was. Yuki: I can't wait to go out with Minoru on our date. It won't be during the New Year celebration though. Ryo: Sounds cool. Yuki: I booked to a special restaurant near here. It's really special. Ryo: Sounds fun. Yuki: It will be a good date. Good night. Ryo: Good night. They all sleep. The next day, they are at the pool, and Yuki and them are playing Marco Polo. Minoru: Marco! Yuki and Ayano: Polo! Minoru turns around and caught Ayano. Minoru: Got you, sister. Ayano: Hahaha. Minoru: Marco! Yuki: Polo! Minoru tries going after Yuki without his eyes open. He hears Yuki swimming away. Minoru: Marco! Yuki: Polo! He turns around and caught Yuki. Minoru: Got you! Yuki: Nice! Minoru: So, the date is gonna be at 18? Yuki: It would be around that time. It would last two or three hours. Ayano: Well, what should I do when you both are gone? Minoru: Ever heard of the water park area? You could spend time playing there. Ayano: Yeah, but it would get dark later on. Yuki: You could visit the buffet if you want to eat food. If you got time to spare, go to the arcades if you want to. Ayano: Okay. Sounds good. Yuki smiles. Yuki: It will be the best time of our vacation, Minoru. Minoru: Yep. Definitely can't want for it. Later, Yuki and Minoru walk by the curb, heading to the restaurant. Yuki: Wow! This looks wonderful than what I saw on their website. Minoru: You're right! Wow! They went inside. Minoru: Everything looks unbelievable! Yuki: Yup! Minoru: The theme here is very interesting. Yuki: I'm glad I found this when we were booking for this vacation. They look around. Minoru: They have a long list of foods! Yuki: Exactly! They ordered their food and are carrying their food. Yuki: I got something special. I booked us a private balcony. Minoru: Wow! That's amazing. They went to the balcony they booked. It's just a balcony reserved privately with just Yuki and Minoru and the door is shut. Yuki: This is really interesting! They put the foods on the table. Minoru: Yep. We see the ocean far away and sunset has begun. Yuki: Oh yes. They start eating their food, and later, they finished it. Yuki: What a nice dinner. Minoru: They are tasty! Yuki: It's a really great restaurant. She lets out a big burp for a few seconds. Minoru: Wow! That was a nice one. Yuki: I got talents for belching, and also the south. Minoru: Interesting. Yuki: This vacation was both me and Ryo's idea. He wanted to take a vacation here again and so was I. We went here few years ago as a family. It was very fun. Minoru: Cool. That explains why you know about this restaurant. Yuki: I came here without a balcony reservation. I know about this private area when I came in. This time, I wanted to get that chance for our date. Minoru: That's sweet. Yuki: Especially on our New Years. Minoru: You're right. So, I want to ask you a question. Yuki: Okay. Minoru: What made you be really noble? I see you wanting to protect others and me. Yuki: Because I like my friends. They make me happy. I don't any of you get in trouble in anyway, so I wanted to help you guys. Minoru: Okay, and what were you like during your childhood in those scenarios? Yuki: When I see them in trouble, I take risk on helping them. I was a troublemaker so I would goof off in class to get the class enjoy school without just long talks. I had gone to a few fights before in grade school to help the other kids. I just wanted to give those people a chance to be treated better. That's what I was feeling with you before we spoke each other for the first time. Minoru: I see you love hanging with other people. I was feeling in love because of your skills and a nice girl. Yuki: I know you are into my tomboyishness too. That's kinda cute. Minoru: I was really into about what you do. I am surprised that you are a nice popular girl during sophomore when I heard about you. Yuki: Doing cool stuff, helping out others, and performing is really what I am. Oh, I got into geek culture since the middle of grade school when I watch more anime and games and stuff. I like to be both a geek and a cool performer. Minoru: Those two things mix together really well. Yuki: Well, thanks. She stands up. Yuki: You are really special too. I really plan this vacation for you so we can experience this vacation together. Minoru: That's really nice. Yuki: It was our chance, and that's why I asked, and also have fun with your sister too. Minoru: You are so great! He stands up. Minoru: You plan things pretty good. How sweet! Yuki: You want to kiss? Minoru: Sure. They both hold each other, and kiss. They kiss for half a minute. Yuki: (kiss) That was wonderful! Minoru: Yup! They both still hug each other. Minoru decides to give a playful smack on Yuki's butt. Yuki blinks, and then grins. Yuki: I'm guessing you're having fun with that. Minoru: Hehe. I'm just playing around. Yuki: How cute. They both start collecting their trays and leave the private balcony. Later, they went to the beach on almost midnight with their pals. Ryo: So many people are here to celebrate. This is wonderful. Yuki: It is. Ayano: We got few minutes left before 2018. Minoru: Yeah. He looks at Yuki. Minoru: So, how was this year for you? Yuki: Pretty good. I had fun with you guys just like last year. Minoru: Me to. It got better since you came to our lives. Yuki: You bet. Ayano: This is gonna be our best vacation of our lives. Ryo: You're right. They see the countdown. Ryo: Hey guys. We got a minute left! Yuki: Nice. Minoru: Yuki. What do you want to do in 2018? Yuki: Well, big things. I want to accomplish more goals, and do something big, even our relationship. Minoru: Me to! All of what you said. Yuki: Hehe. We are really made for each other. Minoru: Yep! Not only that, but we graduate high school at the end of March. Yuki: You're right! We got three months left. It will be a happy moment for us! Minoru: And for all of our friends! Ryo: Here it comes! 10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. Fireworks is set off and crowds goes wild with noises. Ryo: Happy New Years! Yuki: Happy New Years! Minoru: Happy 2018! Ayano: Wanna hug? They hug each other. Yuki then holds Minoru and they start kissing. Ayano: Ryo, what is your girlfriend doing? Ryo: She's at Tokyo celebrating with her family! Ayano: Okay. Cool They see Yuki and Minoru kissing. Ryo: What do you think about the two? Ayano: They both are doing good with each other. They both make me happy because they like playing games with me. I'm sure their relationship will continue to grow stronger this year. Ryo: I'm thinking the same thing. They continue to celebrate.

Next Chapter: Beauty Pageant Team Phase set up a beauty pageant to help out charity. They set up a school event after school for everyone to see. However, Yuki decides to join in on being the contestant. How will the event go? Tune in next time!

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