#that’s just what happens when you get hit in the face with a textbook sometimes

[starbeambully]

Hi yes, I would like to remind everyone that Dolph’s nose is noticeably crooked.

[girlokwhatever]

can u do reader coming home drunk after a nightout and paige takes care of her?🥺 (smut or fluff is fine)

𝄞₊ ⊹˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ taking care of you,,

paige bueckers x fem!reader

paige is sitting in your shared apartment’s living room when she hears you fumbling with the keys outside. she immediately sets down her textbook, opening the door before you can even find the right key. she’s been expecting your arrival after you texted her a jumble of words, piecing together ‘home’ and ‘soon.’

you went out with a few of your friends from class to a local club, trying to unwind after a stressful few weeks. of course she wanted you to have fun but sometimes if other people were drinking, you tended to do the same. unfortunately for you, you were a lightweight.

“baby!” your eyes gleam at her, wide and glossy. you’re a bit of a bubbly drunk tonight, finding everything funny and somewhat joyful. you smiled at your girlfriend and jumped into her, craving her touch after being away for a few hours.

“hey ma, how was your night? had fun?” she catches you, holding the back of your thighs when you wrap your legs around her. your smile immediately turns to a dramatic frown, bottom lip pouted out. she has to resist the urge to kiss you, settling for the feeling of your body heat on hers.

“this guy was flirting with me paigey,”

“oh yeah?”

“yeah, told ‘em i have a pretty girlfriend already.”

now she’s smiling at you like a dope, pride swelling in her heart at your little story. you’re smiling with pride too, as if you just got told you did a good job. you’re paige’s favorite person in the world, no doubt. so hearing you brag about her is something that makes her feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

“how much did you drink?” she’s closing the door now, not missing the smell of alcohol when your soft breath hits her face. you shrug your shoulders because you genuinely have no clue. just from your answer, or lack of one, she knows it was a lot more than you can probably handle for one night.

you drop your legs from around your girlfriend and she lets you, letting go of the grip she has on your thighs. you wobble for a second while you adjust to standing on your own again. paige watches you carefully, slightly concerned at how out of it you seem. she finds herself getting a little angry at your friends for letting you drink so much, but she lets it go because she knows it was all in good fun.

“oh.. wow. that’s not-“ your hands are on your stomach and paige knows what’s about to happen. she’s ushering you to the bathroom, lifting the toilet lid, and pulling any loose hair out of your face. she lets you get it all out, patting your back and telling you it’s ok, the same way she always does. if you weren’t battered drunk it would probably make you blush.

“are you okay?”

you silently nod, already feeling a bit more sober. paige sends you a soft smile, kissing your forehead and pulling away again to turn on the shower. she grabs your pj’s from your room and when she comes back you’re half asleep against the wall.

“baby, gotta get you cleaned up okay?”

now you’re both in the shower together while paige lathers the shampoo and conditioner into your hair. you pleaded with her to get in with you, still not feeling the best. she said yes, tied her hair up in a bun, took off her clothes, and now she’s in here. with you.

she helps you rinse your hair out (she does it without any of your help) and just takes a moment to admire you. it seems you had the same idea though, staring up at paige with doe eyes. she notices you’re not exactly smiling, a light frown taking your features.

“what’s wrong?”

“miss you p,”

“i’m right here”

“yeah but.. you’re in minnesota.”

paige is genuinely shocked at your statement, laughing out loud and throwing her head back at what you said. she was in minnesota for a few days last month and you couldn’t free your schedule enough to go with her, which is what she thinks you’re referring to. of course in your drunk mind you think she’s making fun of you, which only makes you feel worse. you step out of the shower, the cold apartment air making your nipples peak and your body shiver.

paige follows in suit, having to hold her breathe at the sight of you. she jogs to your room, putting her own pajamas on and quickly returning to you.

“baby i’m sorry. don’t be upset please, i wasn’t laughing at you.”

you’re clothed too, standing in between paige and the bathroom counter as she rubs lotion on your back from underneath your shirt. her hands are large and warm, smoothing over your skin with a delicacy that you appreciate. you don’t exactly realize it all the time, but paige does a phenomenal job at taking care of you. especially on nights like this.

“yes you were.”

“ok… i was. but! but- it’s because i was just a little shocked, is all.”

you turn to face her, eyes scanning over her face until you determine how you feel. you try to remember what you even said, but nothing’s popping up so you decide to just forget it.

“feeling better?”

“for a kiss.” paige kisses you, gentle and soft. her hands situated on your hips pull you closer until you’re chest to chest. all of the sudden you’re pulling away with a frantic energy, like you just remembered something of the upmost importance.

“skincare!” you (in true clumsy fashion) try hopping up on the counter. once you fail a few times and then some, paige decides to just lift you herself. she digs through your drawer, not knowing where to start.

you don’t even seem to be in the same universe, eyes closed and legs swaying ever-so little. she decides to just pick a few things, mixing them all together in her hands before smoothing it over your face. it isn’t really her thing, you’re always the one doing it for her and yourself. once she’s satisfied, she taps your legs and kisses your nose. your eyes flutter, giving her a lazy smile.

“ready for bed?”

“mhm”

“brush your teeth first” you groan and she smiles as she walks away, pulling the covers back and throwing extra pillows to the floor. by the time she’s cut all the nights off in the apartment and returned, you’re rinsing your mouth out with water. she notices you’re ever more clumsy than usual, knocking over a few things on the counter and almost tripping over your own feet before she catches you.

“c’mere baby,” paige motions you closer, picking you up and carrying you to your shared bedroom. she lays on her back with you on top of her still, never letting go.

her face nuzzles into your damp, freshly washed hair. your face buries itself into her neck, the slow thump of her pulse helping ground you to reality. you couldn’t ever remember a time being this drunk, but to be fair you couldn’t remember much of anything right now. just that you love paige, and paige loves you.

“hey wait, take this advil and drink some water before you pass out please.” you whine, obviously too comfortable to lift your head.

“no. don’t wanna.”

“for a kiss?”

“…..fine.”

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just finished reading like 5 diff kate martin stories on wattpad guys

also this isn’t spell checked pls forgive me

[mjolnirswriststrap]

Trying To Derail My One Track Mind

Bucky Barnes x F!Reader Masterlist Part 2

Summary: Part 1/2 Life was simple, till you met your boss.

Word Count: 3,300

No warnings till part 2

You wake up to see sun rays peeking through the curtains. Rolling over to face your fiancé you smile at his sleeping form, he looks so peaceful. Too bad you have to go to work and couldn’t just stay like this with him.

You would lie in bed all day with him, if that’s what he wanted. You reach out and pet his beard, pecking his lips before you get up to get ready for work.

You threw on your recycled outfit. Discerning no difference between the black skirt and white button up you wore yesterday. You pull on the dreaded pantyhose that were required for your uniform. Black or tan, you couldn’t express yourself at all.

You look in the mirror, tightly pulling your hair into a high ponytail, leaving out a strand to wrap around the elastic. Makeup was allowed, and recommended during your orientation. Guests prefer being hosted by someone who looks put together.

You work in the kitchen, managing the cooks and wait staff. Sometimes it felt like a real restaurant, and you dreamed of having your own one day. But with the pay you get from the manor, you won’t be following that dream anytime soon.

You give your fiancé one last kiss before you leave. Breakfast is served at 8am, so that means you should be in the kitchen by 6. Most of the people renting it out stroll in well after 9.

You always have to remake half of what you’ve already prepared, with a smile. The owner didn’t care about costs, or you. You never met him, just talked over the phone weekly.

You remember bringing up the food waste after a month of working. He laughed and said “It doesn’t matter what time I serve breakfast, they will find a way to be late. They’re paying, they know they have the luxury to be late.”.

Maybe he was one of them. He sure sounded like it. Like he agreed that money lets you by with things. The people that eat at your table get by with far more than you could imagine at the manor. You’ve been told more than once not to mention a thing that happens inside these walls.

Screams and gunshots have been heard. Guests walking around naked in masquerade masks. One guest brought his own meat, insisted on preparing it himself for everyone. You never saw anything like it, it wasn’t pork, beef, or venison, it reminded you of that page in your biology textbook with the skinless human body.

You don’t like to think about what happened before. The only way you can go back is to forget what happened the day before. You never felt fear, you couldn’t describe it. Like you were apprehensive of every new face you met, but they never snapped their fingers at you. You were never in the room when you heard fights happening, your staff was always well on their way home before dessert finished.

You stayed till the last dish was clean. They’re notified when all the staff goes home, because then there’s no one to wait on them. The bells in the kitchen fall on no ears at all. Leading no one to see which room is ringing.

You saw when they began to turn rowdy. Their drinks from dinner finally hitting them. Drunken debates often broke out, causing the last remaining person on staff to clean up broken glass and wine stains. They were always apologetic and moved the argument to a different room, leaving you alone to clean up their mess.

You sped down the country road, you were running late, today is New Year’s Eve, meaning you’d be staying the night here. You tried to go home last year, but you only spent an hour in bed with your fiancé before you had to return for breakfast.

The owner didn’t care that you had a personal life. Telling you no when you asked to take your paid leave, you told him your fiancé planned the trip as a surprise. Causing him to scoff and deny you again. You knew you should’ve quit then, but you didn’t know what would happen to you if you did. You knew too much, and the mysterious owner was a dick, so you didn’t want to test it.

Pulling down the gravel driveway you park behind the house. Entering through the backdoor that only you have a key to. You prepared for the day, making it easier for your cooks when the guest start ordering things.

The day goes by normally, like there wasn’t a party planned for the night. The owner got it catered by this famous new chef, who wouldn’t be arriving till dinner. You had to wait to be ordered around your own kitchen. The guys French accent was so thick you couldn’t understand a word he said.

Somehow you pulled it together, and your servers were carting out a stuffed bird you’d never heard of. These guests might be the fanciest of any that darkened the doorstep of the manor. They held their heads high, and drank wine that was imported in a big wooden crate you broke a nail opening.

They laughed about politics, and argued pharmaceuticals. You’re about to return to the kitchen when the front of the house man, Bruce, approaches you. “Mr. Barnes will be here at 9. He asked that you be in the library when he gets here.”. He gives you a tight lipped smile, leaving you before you have a chance to respond.

You’ve worked here for two years and the night he decides to meet you is your busiest night. You groan as you walk into the packed kitchen. Dishes being tossed into the sink and metal skillets scrapping the stove causes you sensory overload. You’re already irritated and it’s only 7.

When 9 hits, you decide nows the time you should make your way to the library. You didn’t have time to wait around for him, that kitchen would burn down without you, especially tonight.

When you get there, the doors already cracked open, and there’s a glow of lamplight emitting from it. There’s a man standing with his back to you. “Mr. Barnes?” You ask, not sure since the man seemed younger than you expected.

“You’re late.” He says, you roll your eyes, as if this was planned. “I was busy.” You curtly respond. Taking this as a chance to get off your feet, you sit in the velvet chair across the desk. He turns around once you’ve made yourself comfortable, crossing one leg over the other.

He’s handsome, and like you said, way younger than you expected. He has dark blue eyes, the kind that make a girl act a fool. They had no effect on you though, since all you were focused on is your fiancé. You didn’t really look at other men that way, you could admit when they were attractive, but nothing more. You’re better than that.

He sits down opposite of you, unbuttoning his jacket. “So I’ve been going over your monthly reports. You’re meticulous, you know that?” He gives you a genuine smile. It broke down your wall, filling you with pride at the compliment. “Thank you, I try.” You look down at your hands, picking at your broken nail.

“I know you must be busy with the party and Francois in your kitchen,” he says, causing you to raise your eyebrows. He called it your kitchen, you’re happy the two of you are in agreement. ”, so I don’t want to keep you long. I just thought I should finally meet the person keeping this house afloat.”. You take his compliments like knives. You don’t know if he means them, but you find yourself hoping he does. Causing a pang of guilt to hit you.

Why should you care if another man complimented you. You’re engaged to marry the best guy you could ever ask for. You force the blush down, not letting him see any effect he has on you, you don’t want to give the wrong idea. “If that was all, I think I should be going, like we both said, I’m busy.” You stand up, brushing down your black skirt as you do.

“Of course.” He ignores your attitude, standing to escort you out of the room. You give him a weird look, you know where the door is. “Before you leave tonight I’d like to speak to you again about a pay raise, maybe even a promotion.”.

You stop at the door and turn around and he’s only a foot away from you. You can smell the expensive cologne rolling off him, it almost makes you dizzy. “I’m actually staying tonight.” He seems surprised. “Yeah, it’s just, after I finish closing up the kitchen it will be 2, and it’s almost an hour drive home. I wouldn’t get a wink of sleep before work tomorrow.”.

“Where exactly did you plan on staying? All of the rooms are spoken for?” He asks. “The couch in the break room. It’s employees only, so I was hoping no guests stumble upon me in the night.”. He nods, looking deep in thought. “We’ll talk more later.” He says, like it was a fact.

You return to the kitchen. Things had calmed down a lot, only one cook was left, sprinkling lemon on a platter of hors d’œuvres. You got caught up on washing dishes, and cleaned the messy floors. When you were done, you heard the guests counting down, you walked to the doorway, peering in at them. No one wanted to be alone at this moment, even if you had to spend it with people that didn’t look your way. You watched as a few couples kissed and older men raised their glasses high. Mr. Barnes raised his glass towards you. Keeping his eyes on you as he takes his first sip of the new year.

You flick the kitchen light off. Walking across the dark kitchen you hear the party goes laughing and dancing to thumping music. You know you’d be picking up your champagne flutes out of the carpet in the morning. You smile when you enter the break room, you asked Bonnie, the maid, if she found time today to put you a blanket in here, she didn’t forget. Completely forgetting that your boss wanted to speak to you, you close the door behind you. Grabbing your bag off its hook on the wall, you pull out shorts and a tank top to sleep in.

You quickly change and fall face down on the couch, you don’t even cover up, liking the way your bare legs cooled your body down after sweating in the kitchen all day. You’re out like the kitchen light. That is until you feel a hand on your ankle, shaking you awake.

“Huh?” You say, raising your body up on your knees, causing your ass to lift in the air. “I wanted to speak with you.”. You blink your eyes open, and realize who it is. “I’m so sorry, I completely forgot.” You say, pulling up the loose strap of your tank top.

You cross your arms in front of your chest, wanting to keep this professional. He sits down on the couch beside you, your heart starts beating a little faster than it should. You haven’t been this close to another man since you started dating your fiancé. It felt weird and taboo, you know you should scoot away, but you don’t.

“I appreciate the work you put in here, and I’d like to show my appreciation by hiring you on as a live in manager of the manor.” You look between his eyes, trying to see if he’s serious. “I- what?” You say, utterly shocked.

He turns, throwing his arm over the back of the couch. “Everyone would report to you, Bruce, security, the maids, a new kitchen manager. You’d be making a lot of the decisions in my place, I think I can trust you.” He says, you think over his offer for a second, you know the money would be out of this world, but “My fiancé, I can’t just move out, we’re getting married soon.” You know you have to turn him down.

“Do you want to see your room?” He stands up and starts walking out of the room, just like Bruce, not waiting on a reply. “I don’t think that’s necessary, sir.” He looks back at you, like he can convince you otherwise. “What’s a look gonna hurt?” He says.

He leads you to the end of the guest hall, the last door in sight. You hadn’t been upstairs since your tour of the mansion, so you weren’t really familiar on which room was which, but you’re pretty sure this is the master suite.

He takes a key from his pocket and unlocks the door, opening it to reveal none other than the master suite. “Mr. Barnes, this is the master suite, what are we doing here?” You say, taking in the giant poster bed and red velvet.

“I know where we are, this would be your room, if you were to accept my proposal and if you do, just call me Bucky.” He says, walking around the room, studying it, as if he didn’t know what every inch of his bedroom looked like. You’re at a loss for words, you never imagined living like this, or having such a high paying job. “I can’t, I want to, but I can’t.” You say, feeling like you’re making a mistake.

He crosses the room, standing infront of you. “Is there anything I can do to change your mind?” He says reaching out to touch your arm. You lock eyes with him when you feel his hand on your skin. This was inappropriate in so many ways. Here you were half naked at 2 am in the master bedroom being touched by a man that wasn’t your fiancé. You can’t move, just like on the couch.

It’s like you can’t act on what your brains telling you, step away, tell him you’re not okay with this, feel uncomfortable. But you can’t, and you won’t, your body wants to. But there’s something inside of you keeping you close to him like a magnet.

Your heart beats rapidly, fear rushes through you. Not fear of him, but what you could do in a state like this. You’re not thinking clearly, you can’t even remove his hand from your arm. The hand that was numbing the skin on your bicep.

“Like I said, Mr. Barnes, I can’t accept. I hope this doesn’t interfere with my current employment.” Finally, you put your brain on autopilot, jutting out a professional declining of his invitation.

He drops his hand, seemingly letting you win this battle. “Of course not,” he ushers you out of the room, locking it behind him. “I shall let the offer stand, as long as you keep up the good work.” You nod your head, knowing you would never bring it up again.

He insists that you join him for one last drink in the lounge. All the guests were in their rooms, fast asleep. “I’ll just have water thanks.” You say, sitting infront of the roaring fire. He walks over the the bar cart, pouring himself bourbon, and you a glass of water from the crystal pitcher.

He sits down beside you again, you notice he’s closer now than what he was in the break room. You clear your throat, “So how did you come by this place?” You ask, wanting to keep your mind off of the heat radiating off of him.

“Inheritance.” He answers curtly, like exposing any further detail was an invasion of privacy. You find yourself nodding your head yet again tonight. You look at the flames tickling the brick walls of the fireplace, they remind you of your fiancés eyes, and in that moment you feel a bullet create a hole in your chest.

If you found out he were having a drink at 2am with his boss, while she was wearing her pajamas; you’d be furious. How hypocritical, that you find yourself sipping your room temperature water, bumping knees with a man you’ve never even met before.

“What do you want in life?” He asks out of the blue. It shocks you, you don’t know if you should tell him the truth or not. You figured, he knows what he’s paying you, it would never buy a restaurant anyways. “Uhm, first and foremost a family, which I’m currently working on. But in the future?” You say, knowing that’s what he meant.

He seems unbothered by you constantly bringing up your fiancé, like it wasn’t a factor in his motives. “I want my own kitchen. My own tables and menu. My guests sitting in my restaurant.” You say, averting your eyes from him. It’s not everyday you tell your boss you don’t plan on working for them forever.

“If you accepted my offer, you’d have that. You would have say over the menu, you would greet the guests and get to know them as if they were your own. You could redecorate, whatever you wanted.” Your mouth drops open slightly, you don’t know if you should believe him, but he hasn’t given you a reason not to.

As soon as fireworks start popping in your head, they die out. “Missed opportunity I guess.”.

“Well it’s getting late, I should be getting to bed.” You say, leaving your empty glass beside his. You make a beeline for the swinging kitchen door, “I don’t think in good conscience I can let you stay on the couch, employee or not, hosting people is my profession after all.” He stands, giving you a smile that reads in different ways. One could be a business man, just doing what he does best, faking a smile.

The longer you stood on opposite sides of the room, silence growing thick between you, the charming smile read differently, like you were prey, caught in a trap. You could retreat and lick your wounds or stay, and be healed and coddled.

“I insist.” He puts his hands in his pockets, walking to the bottom of the stairs. You could see him waiting from the kitchen door, leaning on the banister. It was nonnegotiable, you huff out a breath before grabbing your bag and shoes from the break room. Might as well let this be the first and last night you every get to stay in one of these rooms.

You follow him back up to the master bedroom, he unlocks the door and leads you in yet again. “Where are you staying? I thought we had a full house?” You say, finally realizing, this locked room was the only free bed. He turns around and shrugs his shoulders, “I just thought, we could share, this beds big enough for the two of us, with plenty of professional space for a pillow wall.”. He says, throwing back the covers, tossing the decorative pillows in the middle of the bed.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You say, crossing your arms. “I don’t think the couch is a good idea, seeing as you’re scheduled till 7 tomorrow.” He argues. You’re frozen again, like you should fight against him but you can’t, you just let it happen.

Without another word you drop your bag and shoes on the chest at the foot of the bed. You tuck yourself in close to the edge, facing away from him. You set your alarm and close your eyes when he flicks the light off. “Goodnight.” He says, and you try to pretend you’re already asleep, but “night.” Slips from your lips before you could rethink it.

[phoenix--flying]

pjo characters as things my friend group has said

Hazel: I just kinda radiate towards caves

Nico: Breathing has been taken out of Nicos software

Connor: I can speedrun to your house when you're home alone

Cecil: raisins are dehydrated rats

Percy: It's a roller coaster where the only option is to die

Will: I just goooot- my jugular sliced open by a cat

Nico: We're going out tonight and killing all the homophobes. Call it a date

Will: Why am I so much taller then- Oh its cause im standing on a dead body

Connor: You're sooo welcome. I literally did nothing

Hazel: Just because your trash doesn't mean you can't do great things. It's called a trash can not a trash cannot

Piper: Cut my hair, I'll cut your throat

Thalia: Sometimes I do slap kids

Travis: When I grow up I'm gonna be a legal drug dealer

Beckendorf: I’m going to drop kick myself into space

Malcom: Briefly describe three applications that make use of the total eternal reflection of light Connor: The colour seven

Grover: Percys reaching old age, we should put him in a retirement home

Piper: Leo what did you do Leo: I may have burned down an orphanage and it may have spread to this site.

Lou Ellen: Travelling, usually done on the ceiling

Will: Imagine sitting on your couch watching TV and your phone buzzes. Reminder: Breathe

Austin: i just broke an acorn.. panic whY IS THERE AN ACORN IN MY ROOM

Nico: i feel like today happened yesterday and i just slept for all of tomorrow and woke up in the evening

Malcom: yeah i fell down the stairs and broke my spine in 3 places Connor: that's hot

Jason: Nitroglycerin. The forbidden smoothie

Will: I always look like trash. Annabeth: I know that's why I hate looking like trash

Travis: well we only have a few minutes left of class.. y'all wanna watch something explode

Piper: It sounded like you smoked 10 packs of cigarettes and then hit puberty

Jason: Imagine you get fired the day after you die

Nico: My stomach just like...started learning German

Nyssa: Leo if you don't leave, i'm shoving this desk fan up your ass

Jason: I slammed my foot on the accelerator, running multiple red lights at 220km/h, because I wanted to drive safe

Nyssa: When you go through the car wash but you forget the car

Drew: *points at trashcan* That looks like you

Nico: I only want chemistry between me and a coffin

Jake: Gotta put your wheelchair in 4Wheeldrive. Outdoor mode. Off-road mode

Leo: Murder is ok as long as its fine

Percy: Maybe if I fall asleep on my textbook I'll wake up with all the knowledge

Connor: Let's play spin the bottle but it's only you and me

Leo: Now how do we calculate the density if swiss cheese

Clarisse: I have to ask one of the experts Chris: Who are the experts? Clarisse: I don't know

Piper: Your mom is on vacation Leo: well- she's on a permanent vacation

Michael: AYO BITCH YOUR FOODS FLAMIN THE FUCK

Silena: If you're slow I'm a fucking snail

Jason: We need to hold a funeral! Percy: Here comes the bride

Beckendorf: Have you ever died? No??? Well here you go!!! Death simulator. It’s permanent!

*Annabeth and Percy sitting on a bench with drinks and a cop drives by* Percy: What if they thought we were drinking and driving Annabeth: We're not in a car

Will: I'm so smart Nico: Oh my god since when

Piper: *gives Leo a singular goldfish* Piper: Feeding the poor

Lou Ellen: Bless your soul Nico: What soul? Lou Ellen: ...good answer

Sherman: an apple a day keeps the doctor away, and anybody else if you throw it hard enough

Connor: I can see the veins in my eyes

Ellis: Whatever sinks your boat!

Cecil: You can't kill the gays if the gays kill you first

Will: dude sorry there's a knife in your grandma's face it grew wings and flew there :( Cecil: I’m sorry my knife flew out of my hand and slit that guys throat then burned it so he wouldn’t bleed

Silena: *playing Minecraft* I walked into your house and your birds started aggressively dancing at me

Lee: That's just so unfortunate for me. That is just so- oh I died

Percy: Wanna go to Toronto? Why drive just take the Earth Quake on natural disaster

Travis: The roof is just caving in on us it's fine

Michael: My arms are broken, my legs are broken, my lungs are broken, my knees are broken, I got decapitated when I was five

Connor: We're gonna die? No we're gonna beat the speedrun world record

Cecil: Hell to go down I there

Will: Mask to mask resuscitation

Travis: I may or may not have accidentally dropped a match in the building on purpose

Nico: Minecraft but I accidentally sets a school on fire

Percy: Minecraft but I die of hypothermia

Piper: Minecraft but I left my eyes at home

Jake: Minecraft but my legs are broken

Jason: Minecraft but I died

Lou Ellen: Minecraft but we're all gay

Will: If I die the game is homophobic

Cecil: Minecraft but I run my best friend over

Nico: I wanna hit a citizen with a baseball bat

Michael: Hey sir, you have Alzheimer’s. Would you like a side of bronchitis?

Silena: Why can't this be straight? Lee: Because you're not

Lou Ellen: mmmm i love my jesus fish Cecil: bro jesus fish Lou Ellen: ikr, jesus moment

[mxrvelouss]

The Neighbor Across the Street **Headcanon!**

this is just a little headcanon i have for @lavendertom 's mike schmidt x reader fic! it would probably happen sometime after pt 3 but that might change once the full thing is posted! :)

warnings: mentions of drunk driving + kidnapping

note: i havent even seen the movie yet so forgive me if the characters are "off" at all 😭😭 but i rly wanted to write this bc i am delulu! ok anyways ENJOY!

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It was another night of babysitting for Abby, the little sister of Mike Schmidt. The air was chilly, but the hoodie that Mike gave you kept you warm as you walked out his front door. It was nearly morning at this point- almost 5am- but, as always, Mike stood in the doorway to make sure that you crossed the street safely. You turned and looked back at him as you neared the end of his short driveway, returning the smile that spread under his tired eyes. You tried to push away the feelings you had for him, but deep down you knew it was futile. Why else would you be grinning like a maniac as you walked away, already daydreaming about the next time you see him?

After all, you were so focused on Mike, you didn't even hear the car that was suddenly speeding down the normally quiet street.

Mike noticed it, though, and his face contorted with fear. "Watch out, y/n!" he screamed as he sprinted out of the doorway and down the driveway.

You turned to see what must've been a drunken driver speeding towards you, headlights off, but you were frozen. It probably would've ended your life if Mike didn't leap and shove you out of the way just in time.

And then you were on the ground, your back aching from the impact, staring into Mike's wild eyes. Through the pounding in your ears, you heard as Mike cussed out the driver. The car swerved down the road but eventually turned onto the next street. He turned back to you, panicked.

"Oh, my God! Y/n! Are you alright? Oh, my God, I...." His eyes were wide, and they starting to fill up with tears. You had never seen him so scared. He turned around to make sure the car was gone, and then immediately pulled you up and into a tight embrace. The two of you sat on the street, arms wrapped around each other, and he started to sob into your shoulder.

"Mike," you say quietly as you hold him tight. "Mike, I'm okay." Your heartbeat was slowing down, and now all that mattered to you was that he would be okay.

He pulls away, his hands on your shoulders. He was trembling. "If it hit you, I don't know what I would've done..."

"But it didn't hit me," you say softly. "You saved me." You knew that he had already lost so much, and you also knew the fact that you could've died or at least gotten hurt tonight was tearing him apart. You felt helpless as you stared into those dark, worried eyes, wanting nothing more than for him to be at peace.

You stand up, brushing the gravel off your jeans, and offer Mike your hand. He takes it and stands up, and you both stand there, your hands intertwined. A tear falls down Mike's cheek. "Are you sure you're okay?"

The concerned tone in his voice makes you want to cry yourself, but you hold it in. "Yes," you say as you impulsively go on your tip-toes and give him a soft kiss on the cheek. And finally, as you pull back, there is a hint of a smile on Mike's face.

"Now go and get some sleep," you say as you slowly let go of Mike's hands and turn to go to your house. He watched you make your way up the porch steps, the feeling of your lips lingering on his cheek, and then finally turned around to walk back to his house.

And this time, it was you who watched from your doorway and made sure that he crossed the street safely.

****

It was mid-afternoon of the next day. You tried to focus on studying for your cybersecurity exam that you had coming up; your laptop and textbooks were sprawled all over your bed. But all that was on your mind was Mike, and the fear that was written all over his face when he thought you could've been hurt, or worse.

And then the kiss. You couldn't believe you kissed him. Well, it wasn't a full-on kiss, but it was still something. What did he think of it? you wondered. To be honest, you weren't fully sure what to think of it yourself. Was it just out of platonic love, or...romantic? And if it was romantic...

Did he feel the same way?

You shut your hardcover textbooks with a loud thump and got up from your bed. I should go check on him, you thought. Nobody was home at the moment, so no one would question you going to see the guy whose sister you babysit. Pulling on a light hoodie and fixing your hair, you head downstairs to put on your shoes. Just as you finished tying the laces, the doorbell rings. And then, several rounds of knocking.

You rush to the door and open it, and there in the doorway is Mike. You start to smile, prepared to say that you were just about to see him, but the excitement quickly faded as you realized the panicked expression that was on his face.

"Mike? Wh-"

"Abby's gone," he frantically interrupted.

Your stomach drops.

"Wh-what?" you reply. What do you mean, 'she's gone'?!"

"She's gone!" he shouts. "I-I fell asleep on the couch while she was, I dunno, playing, and when I woke up, the front door was open and I couldn't find her anywhere."

You look at Mike, noticing how his hair was a mess, and he was in sweatpants and socks. His cheeks turn red. "I'm sorry, I just panicked and came here-"

"No!" You didn't want him to feel self-concious. None of that mattered. "What only matters right now is that we find Abby," you say with all the confidence you can muster, although now you were starting to feel your palms sweat and your body shake. Where could she be? What if she was hurt? Or...kidnapped, like Mike's brother?

No. You can't think about that right now. Closing the door behind you, you grab Mike's hand and start to pull him toward his house, where the front door was still wide open. "Maybe she's just playing hide and seek!" you say nervously. "Let's double check the house." Once you're both inside, you shout her name, checking absolutely everywhere. Behind the couch. Behind the TV. Under the kitchen table. Under her bed. Under Mike's bed. In the closet. But after about 10 minutes, she was still nowhere to be found.

In the living room, Mike was crying now, and for the second day in a row you found yourself staring into those worried eyes. You grip his arms tightly. "We're going to find her," you say with so much intensity that it suprises you. "Mike, listen to me. We will find her-"

"How could this happen?!" he suddenly screams. "First Garrett, and now- now--" He stops in his tracks as he glances at the TV, which had been on this whole time. A car commercial was playing. "Oh, my God," he mutters. "Oh, no."

"What?" you ask frantically. "What is it?!"

He turns back to you, his face pale. "The drunk driver last night. I cursed at him. What if Abby went outside while I was asleep and he came back and-" Mike looked down, tears streaming down his face. He could barely bring himself to say it, but in a quiet voice, he finishes the sentence. "...and...took her?"

"Mike, that's crazy," you try to assure him. "Why would someone do that over a curse word? I'm sure she's just nearby somewhere. Maybe she wanted to ride her bike around the block." But deep down, you feared that his statement might be true. People are crazy nowadays. And if it wasn't that driver, what if someone else took her?

"We need to call the police," you say, whipping out your phone and dialing 911. After explaining the situation, the two of you go outside and run down the street, screaming Abby's name at the top of your lungs.

Nothing. The pain and fear you feel is so strong, but it must be nothing compared to what Mike is feeling. You try to reassure him, telling him that Abby's fine, that you'll find her, but he seems to be in a different world, as if he's not hearing a word you're saying.

Several police cars pull up, and that seems to snap him out of it. You run back to Mike's house to meet with one of the officers. "The whole unit is searching the neighborhood as well as the nearby ones," he says. "All you can do right now is wait."

"Wait?" Mike says, anger rising in his voice. "My little sister is missing! I can't just wait and act like nothing's happening-"

"Mike," you try to softly interrupt. He ignores you as he keeps shouting at the officer. "You have to find her! You have to find my sister!! I can't just-"

"Mike", you say, louder this time. You set your hand on his shoulder, and he turns and looks at you. You notice the panic swirling in his eyes. "It's okay," you whisper as you pull him into a hug, wrapping your arms around his trembling, strong body. "It's all going to be okay."

*****

The two of you sit at the kitchen table, writing down everything you can think of about Mike's sister and her appearence. You also write down everything you can think of about the car from last night, but it was so dark, and it all happened so fast....

It was nearly 8pm, and there was still no sign of Abby Schmidt.

Mike stops writing and buries his face in his hands. "What if they can't find her, y/n?"

"They will," you say, but you were losing hope with each passing hour.

"I don't think I'd be able to live with myself if..."

You suddenly reach across the table and grab Mike's hand, holding it firmly. "No matter what happens, I will be here, Mike." He looks at you, and a flicker of hope flashes across his face. You continue. "I will always be here."

He looks at you, shocked. And then he gives a small smile, and you smile back, giving him a reassuring squeeze of your hand.

"Thank you, y/n," he says gratefully. A tear falls from his eyes, but you can tell that he is calming down.

Right after you let go, there's a knock at the door, and in a flash, the two of you are there. Mike quickly opens it, and you wait hopefully behind him, too scared to breathe.

In the doorway is a young woman with blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, and at her side...

Abby.

Mike lets out a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank God!" he says. Abby leaps into Mike's arms, and the two hug for a while. You and the officer tearfully watch, grinning at their reunion. Mike lets his sister go but still protectively holds her hand.

"What happened?" you ask, looking at both Abby and the officer.

"She was in the next neighborhood over..." The officer that Mike had talked to earlier starts to approach from behind the blonde-haired one. "Because she found this." In his arms is a big, gray cat.

Confusion registers on Mike's face, and then understanding. He starts to laugh in disbelief. "Abby!" he exclaims. "All of this...was over a stupid cat?!"

You let out a sigh of relief as well. So it wasn't the driver that abducted her... or anyone else. Thank God.

"I didn't mean to scare you!" Abby blurts. "It's just- I saw it from the window, and while you were sleeping I snuck outside to follow it...but I guess I went too far. I got lost...until Miss Vanessa found me." Abby gestures to the woman officer, and then looks back at Mike and buries her face in his shirt. "I'm so sorry, Mike..." She looks up as you through watery eyes. "You too, y/n. I didn't mean for this to happen..."

You bend down and hug both her and Mike. "It's okay," you say.

"I'm just so happy you're okay," Mike says. "But don't you EVER do that again, you hear me?"

"Or no more Freddy's for you!" you add in, causing the group to laugh. Mike stands up with tearful eyes. "Thank you, Vanessa," he says with genuine gratefulness.

"Yes," you add in. "Thank you!"

"No problem. It happens." She looks at Mike. "You have an amazing little sister right there."

Mike smiles as he pulls Abby into a side hug. "I sure do," he says.

"And she has an amazing brother," you say as you pull him in and give him another kiss on the cheek. He stares at you for a moment, and then presses his lips to yours.

"Thank you, y/n," he says as he pulls back with a smile. You smile back, blushing, but then the two of you become aware of Abby and the two officers standing right outside your door. Abby breaks the silence.

"Well, if you two can kiss, then I should be able to get the cat!" she says, half-disgusted. Everyone laughs again, and you pull the Schmidt's into a tight hug, wanting to just hold them forever and never let go.

[crimsonkenjii-writes]

Could be humorous or nsfw but how would the jjk men act when they’re getting horny? Sometimes, the NEED strikes in the most random times, in the most random places, in the most random ways lol

suggestive nsfw content; Yuji, Megumi, Toge, Yuta - Aged Up

Itadori Yuji

You both were watching movies, cuddling under the same blanket and eating snacks. Mood lighting to enhance the feeling of the movie and plenty of comfy pillows and plushies scattered around for comfortable laying down and sitting.

You innocently lay your head on his shoulder and Yuji’s body goes rigid. He can feel his whole body heating up his pants start to tighten. He felt so embarrassed and really didn’t want to ruin the mood. He just wanted to enjoy the movie with you. He tried to stay as still as possible in hopes that’d help his body calm down.

You feel how stiff he’s being and look at him, trying to figure out what’s wrong. You see his cheeks burning a bright red and ask him what’s wrong. He covers his face with his hands and ashamedly admits,

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I know you just wanted to enjoy the movie. So did I. But you putting your head on my shoulder made me so turned on for no reason. I’ll excuse myself if I have to.” Quickly moving to try and leave the room before the hand grabs his arm to stop him.

“Don’t worry, Yuji. We can always rewatch the movie later.”

Megumi Fushiguro

Watching you working out on the field at jujutsu high all of the students always trained at. He’s seen you train and spar on that field plenty of times before. But it hit him so differently today for some reason. Swallowing hard as he watches you run along the track. Your sweat glistening under the burning sun, your hair in a tight ponytail bouncing along behind you.

He hides more behind his collar as he walked down the steps to join you. It was only you two on the field. He calls out your name, making you turn and smile to see him. You waved as you ran towards him, making his heart skip a beat. He instantly regretted calling out to you, feeling his whole body heat up, especially in his pants. He wanted to run away now. Megumi shifts, desperate to hide himself.

“Hey, Megumi. Come to train?” You grab a towel next to him on the steps to wipe your face. You chest heaving with pants, drops of sweat now more visible to him, rolling down your perfect skin. He stutters and stumbles over his words. His face a bright red now. You tilt your head in confusion, looking him and down until you realize what’s happening.

You smile maliciously, “Hey, help me take this equipment to the shed real quick?” Megumi can’t bring himself to say no to your offer.

Toge Inumaki

Watching you concentrated and studying. Your brows furrowed and your hand tangled in your hair as you stare at your book sternly. Seeing the moment you finally understand something and start to write down on your notebook quickly. Seeing you so concentrated made his heart squeeze, not expecting it to be so attractive to him.

He starts to feel his whole body go hot, his heart pounding harder and faster as he felt his pants start to grow uncomfortable. He was lounging with you in your room to keep you company as you studied. Fidgeting in tour bed to start covering himself. His noise making you look away from tour textbooks. “You good, Toge? You’re kind of breaking my concentration…”

You see a heavy blush dusted across his cheeks and look at him confused. Looking down to see him covering his crotch with a pillow. It clicks in your head and you smile. Placing your pencil down and closing your textbooks.

“You know, I think I deserve a quick break from studying. Don’t you think?” You ask Toge innocently.

Yuta Okkotsu

You spent the night in Yuta’s room, holding on to each other through out the night in his small bed. Barely any space between the both of you on his small bed with your limbs tangled with one another. It was just and innocent cuddle.

Yuta woke up before you, his eyes slowly opening and adjusting to the morning light. Yawning quietly as the grogginess slowly left him. His eyes looking down to see you still holding on to him. Your cute face tucked into his chest as you continued to snooze away. A small smile tugging on his lips as he admired your sleeping form. He gently taps your shoulder, “Y/N. Rise and shine. Time to wake up.” He speaks quietly.

You groan, nuzzling your face deeper into his chest, your grip tightening on him. His heart flutters as he feels your body pressing more tightly against his. He could feel himself starting to grow in his pants. He starts to grow embarrassed, not wanting to bother you with his unexpected problem. You looked too cute groaning and whining like that! Not wanting to wake up and clinging on to his body. He stammers over his words,

“Y/N, come on. Wake up. Gotta get up.” He tried his best to contain himself, wanting so desperately to escape your grasp before you notice his growing bulge. Wanting to quickly run away into the bathroom and deal with the problem himself. You shift in his hold again, now noticing the feeling on your leg. You smile to yourself.

“Ten more minutes?” You chime out, now rubbing yourself against him and reaching up to kiss his jaw.

Nanami Kento

I feel like it would hit Kento so randomly and so out of nowhere that even he doesn’t even know why he feels his boner growing.

You’ll be doing the most mundane task and his body is just “aw yeah that’s hawt we’re getting hard now”

And he just panics and is just “plz no don’t do this go away, now’s not the time.”

You both with the a farmer’s market to do grocery shopping. You slightly bend over the table to look at the fruit, picking them up and squeezing them to test their firmness. Bringing the fruit to your nose to smell it and placing only the best ones in your bag. Your dress barely going up your thighs as you reached across for more fruit. Your plush thighs shining nicely in the sun had Kento’s mind going dizzy

Maybe the summer heat was getting to his head but to him, you looked beyond beautiful. It was such a random turn on he never expected himself to experience. Maybe it was the overly domestic energy you were giving off from going grocery shopping with your lover as if you both were married for years.

He gets extremely embarrassed and stammers over his words and desperately looking around for an escape.

When you get a better look at him you realize what’s going on and can’t help but laugh a little. Kento gets even more embarrassed and a little agitated. You both end the grocery shopping early to head back home to help Kento with his problem

Gojo Satoru

When Satoru falls, he falls hard. So literally anything you do has him over the moon. The list of things you can do that doesn’t make him happy or horny is a shorter.

Something that made Satoru extremely horny that he didn’t expect was seeing you wearing his clothing. Your shorter frame wearing his shirt, the hem of it reaching the middle of your thighs and making it look like a dress on you.

He had to grip the wall and cover his face with his hand to hide the burning red blush spreading everywhere. He instantly felt his boner growing and wanted to leave the room to cool down.

“Y/N, you look so damn cute like that, fuck.”

You look up at him innocently, your cute eyes looking at him through your lashes. Your not helping his problem, only making him even hornier. How badly he wants to take you to the bedroom and fuck you with you still in his clothes.

Geto Suguru

I can see him liking an assertive Y/N. 😳 A Y/N who doesn’t like to take shit from anyone but is also kind and humble

Someone was giving you a hard time so you we’re blunt and cold to the person. The angry expression on your face that Suguru barely ever sees when he’s with you. The aura you were emitting was lowkey scary. He had never seen you so angry and it was kind of turning him on. His eyes widen at you, surprised to see you so assertive to this rude person. It then turns into a mischievous smile. Suguru was grateful for his baggy clothing or else his growing boner would be so obvious.

“Y/N, I’ve never seen you like that before.” You apologize to him, slowly starting to get shy again. “Oh no, don’t apologize,” he leans down to whisper into your ear, “it was extremely hot.”

You both made it your mission to get back home as soon as possible.

Sukuna Ryomen

When is Sukuna not horny?? Something random that you did that made him inexplicably horny was seeing you reach for things. It. Was. Too. Cute.

Sukuna’s form always towered over you, being an extremely tall curse with extra limbs making his build even bigger. Seeing your smaller form trying to reach for your favorite mug at the top of the shelf always helped remind him of how tiny you are to him.

He feels himself aching underneath his pants as he continues to watch you reach up for your mug. Your shirt lifting with you, one leg sticking out and hovering over the floor as your other balanced as much as it could on your toes. Looking back at him and asking him to grab your mug for you. A devilish smile on his lips, “You got this, darling. Keep reaching.” You huff at him, turning back around to just climb the counter instead.

He tuts at you, “Ah, ah darling. That’s cheating.” His large hands grabbing your hips and easily bringing you back down on to the floor. “Don’t you know it’s not safe to climb the counter? Am I going to have to teach you a lesson?” He hums dangerously, a red glint in his eyes as he peers down at you.

[amberlynnmurdock]

Blind Faith (Ch. 11)

Chapter Eleven: Logic Games

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: You start noticing things about Matt you haven't noticed before. Nelson & Murdock receives an invitation to the annual Bar Dinner at the New York Courthouse.

A/N: Here's the next update! This chapter really sets the plot of the story. I guess this is the start of "Act 2." I can't wait to read what you all think is going to happen. AHHH. So much more to come! Enjoy!! :)

TAGS: @starry-night-20 @sumsytee @queerqueenlynn @mattmurdocksstarlight @marvelcinematiquniverse 

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Hell’s Kitchen 

Another few weeks have gone by without seeing him. 

You didn’t dare think of his name, whomever he was. It wasn’t fair you gave him all that time, all that attention, all that affection, just for him to take it for granted and hurt you the way he did. Never again. You solidified it by throwing his burner phone in your apartment dumpster. You really didn’t need him to save you anymore. 

At least the last few weeks have been more productive than ever. Instead of going out, you stayed in. You enjoyed the quiet in the apartment. It was just you, your LSAT textbook, and your corner desk that gave you a view of the city. If he ever crossed your mind, it was only for a second. A second that made your heart feel like it weighed a thousand pounds. And the moment he left your mind, the weight was gone. 

Well, it was the summer of falling in love with vigilantes, you’d say. A summer you’d never forget—a story you’d be passing down like an urban legend. No one knew of this but only you and him. 

Summer was almost at an end, but your studying wasn’t letting up. If anything, it only got more intense as each night went on. You fervently highlighted concepts of logic games, reading comprehension, and logical reasoning. You were on your second notebook now, a notebook filled with explanations of answers and helpful tips to keep in mind. It was satisfying to see how much you’ve gotten done. 

You snuck in a few studying sessions before work, too. You started getting to the office even earlier. It was easier to forget him when you weren’t at home. So being at the office was a helpful distraction. It helped you focus on things at hand, not things your mind sometimes betrayed you to think of. Instead of thinking of his hands on your waist, you felt how your office chair hugged your body when you leaned back. Instead of thinking of your lips on his, you felt your lips burn at your first sip of coffee. Instead of thinking of all the times you’ve waited for him on your rooftop, you waited for Matt’s arrival to join you in the office. 

And, maybe you never noticed this before, but you certainly were starting to now. One morning, Matt had come in shortly after you. You did your normal morning routine of fixing him up a cup of coffee, to which he politely declined. Slowly putting the cup back in its place, Matt walked by you in the kitchen, and you saw blood dripping down the side of his face. The gasp that left your mouth betrayed you. 

“What’s wrong?” Matt asked, his brows furrowed behind his dark red glasses. 

“I—you’re bleeding,” you said slowly, as you began to closely inspect his wound. It was coming from his temple, poorly covered by a thin bandage. You grabbed for a napkin and before dabbing his wound, you paused. 

“Can I help you clean it? It’s pretty gnarly. It might get on your shirt,” you offered in a small voice. “And you’ve got that hearing later today.” 

“Yeah,” Matt said after some hesitation.

You washed your hands before removing the small bandage from his right temple. Using the napkin, you dabbed at his wound gently—you couldn’t help but wonder how on earth he hurt himself like this. Then again, he was blind…but you didn’t want to offend him. 

“How’d you get this?” You asked as casually as you could. 

“I bent down to get something in my bathroom cabinet,” Matt explained, “I hit my head on the door. I must’ve missed when putting my bandage on. Y’know,” he shrugged sheepishly. You dabbed his wound and tried to ignore the small space between you and your boss. He leaned on the counter with his left hand, his head tilted in the dimly lit kitchen for you to have access to his wound. You were so close, you could smell a hint of his cologne. 

You found a first aid kit that was nearly out of bandaids in the kitchen. Noted. You would pick some up along with coffee and plates tomorrow. 

“I don’t mean for you to take this the wrong way, but have you ever considered a guide dog?” You asked. You placed a brand new bandage that completely covered his wound. Crumpled the bloody napkin and threw it in the trash. Matt let out a soft chuckle. 

“You’re not the first who’s suggested that,” Matt answered. “I don’t think I could handle a dog. I get by on my own fine, save for a few head bumps.” 

“True,” you felt obliged to agree. “Well, you’re all set. Hopefully, the bandaid lasts all day. If not, I can play Nurse again.” Play nurse. That sounded so wrong, you thought. Dammit. 

Matt grinned, tapping his covered wound. “Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome,” you said. Matt cleared his throat and left the kitchen for his office. You found your place in your seat, closed your LSAT textbook, and began to work on files for Nelson & Murdock. 

Later in the day, before Matt’s hearing, you changed his bandaid again, in his office. Door closed. Karen was on the phone with someone in the conference room and Foggy was locked in his office writing a brief. 

You changed Matt’s bandaid. He was silent as he sat in his chair, letting you clean his wound again. You had nothing to say. But you couldn’t shake the strange feeling you got when you noticed how pained he looked, even behind his dark red glasses. It wasn’t as bloody anymore; it shouldn’t hurt anymore. But you were close enough to see how hurt he looked. Jaw clenched, brows furrowed, eyes closed. He didn’t say anything. Did it hurt that bad? 

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Another day in the week, you were really starting to go through the motions of forgetting about him. It was so hard to forget how he made you feel at night. Not just the way he pleased you, but the way he made you feel safe. How you felt so much yourself around him, a stranger in the night. Except he didn’t feel like a stranger at all. How could you feel so passionately for someone whose identity you didn’t know? 

These thoughts plagued your mind; it was hard to detach emotionally. Emily was a psychology major. What was it she said about physical and emotional attachments? It took longer for emotional attachments to go away? Well, it’s only been a month now. August was upon the city. And still, you thought of the emotions he stirred in you. 

Instead of leaving the office at five, like everyone else, you asked if it was okay for you to study for the LSAT in the conference room after hours. 

“Are you sure?” Foggy asked, scrunching his nose. “I mean, I don’t mind, but I can’t imagine being stuck in the office for more than eight hours.” 

“I want to,” you said, “the conference table is big enough for my books. Plus, it’s Friday night, and my roommates will be loud before they head out.” 

“As long as you feel safe,” Karen added. “Text us if you need anything. It can get pretty dark in this area.”

“I’ll be fine.” An image of him flashed in your mind. You didn’t need him anymore. You never did. 

“I’ll be staying late,” Matt interjected, coming out of his office. “I have a few files to catch up on.”

Karen exhaled a sigh of relief. You appreciated how concerned she was for your safety. “Okay. Okay, good.” After working here for a few months, you understood Karen has probably seen the worst of this city in ways you can’t even imagine. 

“Great! Well, I guess Josie’s is off the books tonight. Unless you guys wanted to meet us in an hour or so?” Foggy asked. 

“Maybe,” you were open to the idea. “Let me know where you are in two hours. And hopefully, I get enough studying in so I don’t feel guilty.” 

“Awesome! Hopefully, we’ll see you later.”

Karen and Foggy left, and Matt returned to his office. You sat at the conference table for a while, completely immersed in your textbook. Your mind felt clear and focused as you took notes and answered practice problems. Copying down explanations, reading passages carefully. 

A knock came on the conference door. Of course, it was Matt. 

“Hey,” he greeted quietly. “How’s studying going?” 

“Good,” you answered, “I’m starting to get the hang of it all. Taking practice tests. Logic games are a little tricky.”

Matt smiled, “Logic games were my favorite part of the test.” 

“It’s possible to have a favorite part?” You asked incredulously. Matt laughed. 

“Sometimes, it’s not about the analysis of the test, but your mindset going into it. Don’t treat it like something you have to do; treat it like a hobby.”

“Interesting,” you thought aloud. “Next study session, I’ll have to think of it that way. I don’t want to get burned out.” 

“Definitely don’t get burned out,” Matt agreed. “You’ll need to be sharp on test day.” 

“I know,” you said, “I’m finding a balance.” He leaned against the wall in the conference room, hands in his pockets. Your eyes trailed down to his hands. You saw how red his knuckles were. Bruised, basically. 

“Did you fall, or hurt yourself again?” You asked him. Caught off guard, Matt looked confused. “Your knuckles,” you added. 

“Oh,” Matt took his hands of out his pockets and kept them behind his back. “You know me.” 

You worried, for some reason. But you didn’t press the situation. 

“You know, I wouldn’t mind helping you with any LSAT studying,” Matt offered, “if you wanted.” 

“I’d like that,” you answered, your mind trailing off from his red knuckles. “I’ll use any help I can get. I don’t want to pay for any tutors.”

“I have some time now?” Matt asked. You thought for a moment. It’s been a while since you’ve done anything else but study, and Foggy’s offer of Josie’s was tempting. 

“Maybe we should meet them at Josie’s,” you suggested. “I could use a drink.” 

On your way to Josie’s, you walked with Matt, his hand gently on your elbow, cane tapping in front of him. You couldn’t take your eyes off his red knuckles the whole time. 

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The following Monday, Foggy got the mail from the box outside. He flipped through the envelopes: bill, bill, Super Lawyers magazine, bill, and then suddenly, a large, tapered envelope with a gold stamp appeared in the bunch. It was from the New York Courthouse. Foggy ripped open the envelope and pulled out another tapered paper, with cursive writing and a gold trim. 

The New York Courthouse cordially invites Nelson & Murdock to the Bar Dinner. Please visit us on Friday, August 18th, promptly at 7 PM. Join us for a four-course meal and open bar. Please RSVP by the end of the week, and who will be joining us from your law firm. Maximum two guests. 

“Matt! Matt!” Foggy came running into Matt’s office, shutting the door behind him. “We got invited!” 

“We? For what? Is someone getting married?” Matt asked brows scrunched, one earplug in his ear.

Foggy sighed, “No, you idiot, to the Bar dinner! Our first invite!” Foggy read the invite aloud, and his face dropped when he realized the date. 

“Oh no,” Foggy said, “it’s on the 18th. I’m going to a wedding. Marci’s cousin—damn it! I’ll be gone the whole weekend. Maybe Karen can—“

“The 18th? Karen’s on PTO. Visiting her father in Vermont,” Matt remembered. “There’s always next year, Fog.” 

“No, Matt—we have to go this year. At least, one of us! And it’s got to be you,” Foggy demanded. “We need someone to represent us!” 

“I thought we didn’t care about these showy things,” Matt argued, “they’re filled with nothing but a bunch of pretentious Harvard grads who only care about rubbing shoulders and money.” 

“That’s true but—can’t we just play the part? For one night? Get some recognition, show these chummy lawyers what real justice is!” 

“By eating fancy dinners and getting drunk?” Matt scoffed. “Come on, Fog. It’s not that important.” 

“Well then, at least take advantage of the free food and make fun of the chummy lawyers. Come on, Matt. Please go. Hey! Take __, too! She would love that, don’t you think?” 

Matt’s stomach twisted at the mention of you, the idea of bringing you to a fancy Bar dinner, as his date. It’s been hard enough on Matt to pretend he doesn’t love you, doesn’t care about you like that in the office—to also go to an intimate Bar dinner with you? And pretend again? 

“Oh, Foggy,” Matt took his earbud out of his ear, took his glasses off and rubbed his face. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?” Foggy questioned, “It would be a great experience for her. Something fun. Get all dressed up, make connections.”

“Make connections with the same chummy lawyers we just talked about.” 

“Not all of them are bad. HC&B will be there, I’m sure of it.” 

“Wouldn’t it be weird, me bringing her as my…as my date?” 

“Matt, why are you even thinking like that? It’s for two associates from every firm. It’ll be coworkers, it won’t look weird.”

Matt sighed, his gaze falling short. “If she wants to go, I’ll go.” 

“I’ll ask her,” Foggy quickly said. “Or—actually, you should. Take her under your wing.” 

“I’ll ask her at the end of the day,” Matt said lowly, regretfully.

Foggy clapped his hands, “I’m counting on you, buddy. It’ll be a good time. Make us look good.” 

Matt forced a laugh as Foggy dropped the invitation on his desk. Matt ran his fingers over the texture of the paper and felt the cursive letters. He flipped the paper and sighed. It wasn’t getting any easier, working with you, talking with you. He was pretending all over again. 

⠋⠁⠊⠞⠓

You and Matt stayed after hours again. Matt wasn’t really working, though—he was building the courage to ask you about the Bar dinner. As you wrote fervently in your notebook, studying the LSAT, Matt listened to you from his office. You whispered to yourself the questions, thought out the answers. Your heartbeat was steady. Calm. It reminded him of how you felt in his arms on your rooftop, safe. Before things went badly. 

Ever since, Matt’s completely thrown himself into his work—and not his lawyer work, but his other work. He went out nearly every night and found crime to stop, at the expense of his body. So much, you were starting to notice his bruises and wounds. When you cleaned his wound that one morning, he told himself he shouldn’t let you help him. And it was worse when you actually touched him. Your touch that transported him back to your roof, when you’d let him touch you all over. He craved your touch again. When you helped him again later that day, the thought was so painful, he had to keep quiet. Keep to himself. Not let you know how your touch had an effect on him. 

Matt entered the conference room, knocked on the door as he usually did. You paused your writing. By the sound of your voice, he could tell you were smiling at him. A smile he can only imagine. 

“Hey,” you greeted him. “Treating this like a hobby.” You said in reference to his advice last week. Matt laughed. 

“Good, good. I still want to help you study, but you seemed pretty focused.” 

“Yeah," you said sheepishly, “I mean, if you want to join me now.” 

Matt felt the envelope in his back pocket crinkle. It could wait. Matt reached out in front of him to feel for the desk. He sat in the chair next to you, his knee accidentally nudging yours—you were that close. 

“Tell me what you’re working on,” Matt said. 

Logic games, of course. You read through the problems and explained your answers to him. Matt felt like he was half there, and the other half he was thinking of all the hurtful things he’s done to you, as your savior. Talking to you like you didn’t exile him a while ago was hard. It was like talking with lead, talking with a bitter taste in his mouth. He pushed these thoughts away, explained his view on certain logic game problems. It was a good distraction, but not long enough. Your laugh in his ears, your scent in his nose, your presence next to him—all terrible and lovely reminders of what he could’ve had with you if he’d just been honest. 

Matt left the conference room as you began to pack your things. He still hasn’t asked you about the Bar dinner. 

When he exited his office, you nearly ran into him as you walked toward him. Your chests collided. Matt’s heart pounded as he fought the urge to pull you in close like that. 

“Oh,” you jumped, “I’m sorry. I should’ve just waited by the front door.” 

“No, no,” he said, “It’s okay.” He didn’t change the distance between you both, which was very close. Matt felt the envelope in his pocket. “Did you need something?” 

“No, I just wanted to wait for you,” you said laughing softly. 

“Oh,” Matt smiled, “okay. Well, I actually had a question for you.” He reached for the envelope in his back pocket and held it up upside down. You gently took the paper from his hands and read the invitation. 

“I was wondering if you’d be interested in going,” Matt said, “with me. Foggy will be out of town and Karen’s on PTO. And he really, really wants our firm to be represented.” 

“Wow,” you said in slight shock, “this is pretty legit. I’m allowed to go?” 

Matt cocked his head and made a “why not” face. “If you want.” 

“Definitely,” you said, holding the invitation in amazement. “I guess I’ll have to get a fancy dress.” 

“I’ll have to rent a tux,” Matt chuckled. “Good. Then it’s a date. Well, you know—not a date, but—“

“I know, Matt,” you said softly. His gaze was down, his expression unreadable behind his dark red glasses. You felt the urge to take them off. 

He was still standing close to you, but you felt an invisible buffer of tension between your chests. An undeniable tension you wanted to get out of immediately—not because you were scared, but because you were curious—which you thought was worse. You swallowed hard. A warmth spread in your stomach. 

“We should get going, right?” Matt broke the silence. You backed away as he grabbed for his coat on the hanger. 

“Right,” you agreed. 

You and Matt walked outside, his hand on your elbow. When you reached the corner of the street, you turned to face him. You found he was already gazing in your direction, behind his dark red glasses. 

“Well,” you began, “get home safe, Matt. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” 

“Be safe,” Matt added, holding onto your elbow as you made an attempt to walk away. You gladly fell back in his grasp. Matt’s hand let go of your elbow. His fingers gently traced the length of your forearm, fingertips stopping at your wrist. Your heart fluttered, feeling his fingertips dangerously close to your hand. Matt pulled away, and offered a smile. 

“I will,” you broke the silence, still feeling his soft touch. Like his touch, your thoughts lingered on the moment for the rest of the night. 

[yaesnovels]

hello!! can i req 11 (fluff) with 12 (smut) from the prompts for childe please 💓

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ denial | tartaglia / ajax

used prompts: fluff 11; "you‘re in denial." - "i am not in denial!" & 12 smut: "shut up!" - "why don‘t you come over and make me!"

✧. ┊    suggestive (ish) ! i wasn't sure if you wanted some smut here too but i felt like i wrapped it up quite okay like this! if u do wish some smut for this, please let me know !!

“hello there, sweetheart.”

immediately, you rolled your eyes when you heard his voice. what was he even doing here? you had thought he wasn’t even home when you had arrived to tonia’s place with her and wanted to study for your finals with her. ajax ruffled through your hair and laughed when you protested, hitting him so that he would pull his hands off of you. 

“aw, why are you being so mean to me today, sweetheart?”, ajax asked. being your best friend’s older brother, he appeared to have decided to make the entirety of your life miserable – with his existence. 

“isn't this just my regular way of talking to you? i’m not being mean to you”, you shrugged, rolling your eyes once again as you tried to focus on your textbook, marking a few important keywords in it to revise those later again. 

“maybe, but to me, it’s just yet another proof of something”, he booped your nose with a confident smirk on his lips. 

“oh, pray tell, what may that be?”, you asked, just hoping he will be done annoying you soon and would leave you alone. 

“you’re in denial, sweetheart. you’re in denial of the fact that you actually like me”, ajax replied, smiling brightly at you. 

for a moment, you just stared at him. the next, you started laughing out loud. 

“i am not in denial about anything, ajax. i never was and i never will be, especially about you.” 

wise words. 

unfortunately, he was right. despite the fact that he was constantly annoying you with his stupid actions, the thought that he did that because he enjoyed spending his time with you (his words!) made you feel something.. good.  

you had no words to describe this feeling; all you knew that you liked the warm feeling of his body next to yours. you liked the way he’d sometimes sneak up his arm around your shoulders during movie night at tonia’s place and get hit by a pillow coming from her as she caught him doing so. 

you didn‘t like the fact that this was happening to you, though. 

“denial looks so adorable on you, sweetheart. you’ll get there soon, though. i’m sure”, he grinned and patted your head as if you were a child. this pissed you off more than it should’ve and you slapped his hand away. 

“shut up!”

“make me, sweetheart”, he smirked. “my sister isn’t here right now, why don‘t you come over and make me shut up?” 

“you know what, ajax? screw you, i’m obviously not going to do that, asshole”, you snapped, collecting your stuff and hastily putting them into your bag before you left the living room, wanting to move to tonia’s own room, despite the desk being smaller there. you were so angry with yourself for falling for him so easily that you didn’t even hear him call out for you after you were inside of the room. 

“hey, y/n!”, ajax yelled, grabbing your arm to turn you around to face him. “look, i’m sorry. i realize that i’m taking it too far with the teasing and i will stop, i promise. please, don’t cry, sweetheart, i’m sorry.” 

you hadn’t even realized the tears running down your cheeks, until he pointed them out. he pulled you into a hug, patiently waiting for you to calm down. 

“my offer for you to come over to my room still stands, you know that right?”, he said, making you laugh, “just for movies and ice cream, though, i just want to make sure you’re doing okay, yeah?” 

“mhm, sure”, you replied sarcastically and nodding then. “alright.” 

yeah, you were being sarcastic. 

things turned out serious quite fast, actually. 

before you even had realized what was going on, you were straddling him, while he was kissing you oh, so gently. you didn’t even know how things turned out this way. 

all you knew was that his kisses had you feeling dizzy in the most amazing way imaginable. 

“you” - kiss - “are” - kiss - “so” - another kiss - “beautiful.” 

your heart was beating so fast and you felt so dazed that you didn’t even know what to reply to him. how did you never know that his kisses were probably the best you would ever have in your life? 

“guess it was me who managed to shut you up now, huh?”, he chuckled, still a bit breathless from your intense, yet soft make out, making you bury your head against his neck. 

“shut up”, you mumbled and lifted your head once again to kiss him again. how did he already make you so addicted to the way he felt against your lips? how were you already addicted to his taste? 

“for you, always”, ajax replied before he gave in once again, softly caressing your cheek with his thumb as he was kissing you some more… 

until you both jumped, as you heard the front door unlock and tonia yell out your name, neither of you knowing how to explain your messy hair and both your swollen lips.

[ineffablecastielsstuff]

Shax

Hey guys,

I’ve been thinking (again). This time it was about episode 4 (though the end of episode 3 plays into it as well).

In the end of episode 3 there’s that scene when Shax tries to trick Crowley into telling her where Gabriel is. There’re a lot of weird things going on in that scene. For once it’s proceded by Jimbriel having one of his moments when Gabriel shines through and memories come back to him. This time they are simply emerging by Crowley saying „tempest“. Up until now there had always been more pressure on Jimbriel to remember things (usually Crowley urging him to remember). So why did it come to him so easily there? I don’t have an answer to that but I wonder if it has something to do with Shax already messing around a bit outside the bookshop.

I also noticed that Jimbriel’s memory begins with „There will be a tempest“, and then Shax appears at the end of it. Now, I don’t think Shax is the big tempest. But I wonder if she’s more powerful than we think?! (After all, she can easily change her appearance to something entirely different when she tricks Aziraphale into letting her into the Bentley… And whilst Crowley is constantly changing his style, he’s never changing everything about him, but Shax is (or is she? I am faceblind. Maybe I just didn’t recognise her?)

Anyway. Let’s look at episode 4.

People far more talented and observant than me have pointed that Aziraphale has two revelations during that night in 1941. One is, that he’s in love with Crowley and that Crowley might love him back (after all, he saves his books). The other is that their association is a great danger for Crowley – after all Furfur is trying their best to catch him. Nothing new here. But…

I have a feeling that Shax sort of recreates that while she’s in the Bentley. Her comments along the lines of „I’m a little bemused as to why he should risk destruction for you. You don’t seem like his type at all“ and „Sometime in the last 80, 90 years I remember hearing that you and Crowley were an item“ are bound to remind Aziraphale of that night (or maybe there’s another we don’t know yet. 80 or 90 years is a bit longer ago than 1941. Who knows?!).

After Shax comment about „you don’t seem his type at all“ Aziraphale does his little eyebrow thing bitch face thing. To me that sort of oozes confidence, saying something along the lines of „well, but I am“. So it looks like Aziraphale’s revelation from 1941 about Crowley’s and his relationship has stuck, and he knows Crowley loves him (and he’s made peace with loving Crowley?).

But the comment about rumours of them being an item will have reminded Aziraphale that there were dangers coming along with that being out in the open. You can see the fear in his eyes when Shax talks about that. His whole demeanour changes then. He even tries to negate knowing Gabriel, and seems really insecure. Shax notices and plays right into that insecurity by getting Aziraphale to relax a bit by letting her out of the car, and then hitting him with the claimi he had already told her where Gabriel is. Obviously, Aziraphale falls into that trap. He’s vulnerable and scared. I don’t think his self-esteem was ever really good, but she shattered it methodically and thoroughly.

Now, with the next bit I’m not sure. There a two possible ways to look at it as far as I can see. But I’m happy to be told there’s a completely different angle :-D

Either, Aziraphale is deeply ashamed of what has happened, and that he broke so easily under such textbook interrogation, and that’s why he doesn’t tell Crowley upon arrival at the bookshop.

Or he thinks something along the lines of „well, I sorted it out in 1941 by doing some magic tricks, maybe I can do something similar here“ and throws himself into the whole ball thing because that’s the only „magic act“ he can think of. The only way forward. Because he doesn’t stop and think (see previous post „now go back to where I parked you).

I don’t know. I think my main point is that Shax comes along as a sort of comical character with her not knowing sarcasm, and not getting the boiler to work, and weird speeches where she looses the plot and talks about dangerocity. But really, she’s done some excellent work here. She’s more cunning and clever than we give her credit for. And I don’t know if that will be significant or not, if she’s gonna be revealed as some sort of serious enemy, but there is something… Or am I looking at this from a completely wrong angle?

[teenwolfmarvel-obsessor]

Karma

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Summary: You can't deny that sometimes it's nice to see those who wronged you get what they deserved. And that's exactly what happened. You and Flash had a history. A destructive and unhealthy history. It's been a few months since you and Flash broke it off, and you can't help but laugh at his demise. Peter Parker, your best friend, is there to laugh with you every step of the way.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

Warnings: mentions of an unhealthy relationship

Peter Parker x-reader

"What'd you get for question five?" Peter asked, leaning against the desk. I looked down at the page in our History workbook. "1889," I answered, reading the response I bubbled in. Peter nodded and circled the question. "I thought you were smart," I commented.

Peter glanced away from his paper. He looked at me with raised brows at my remark. "I am smart. Just not History smart," Peter tapped the side of his head with his pencil, a smile appearing on his face (GIF Above). When I brought my focus away from him, I noticed a few girls glancing my way.

I heard my name and Flash's name come up a few times. Peter lightly hit my leg with his knee. "You'd think Flash would be a little more mature and stop saying shit," Peter said. I shrugged my shoulders, glancing at the group of girls then at my book. "At least some people know he's a shitty person," I said.

You're talking shit for the hell of it Addicted to betrayal, but you're relevant You're terrified to look down 'Cause if you dare, you'll see the glare Of everyone you burned just to get there It's coming back around

"You'd be surprised at how many people he's pissed off. I wouldn't be shocked if all of them ganged up on him," I said. Peter chuckled softly. He lifted up the side of his workbook, scanning over the rest of the questions. Peter huffed and grabbed his pencil.

My best friend played with the eraser on his pencil. He picked at the shreds, dropping them on the table. "You want me to say something to them?" Peter asked. I shook my head with my eyes still on my book. "No. That'll just make things worse," I said. Peter let out another heavy sigh. I could tell he was beginning to get tired of the glances.

He went to get up from the chair, but I grabbed his wrist. "You may be Spider-Man, but I can sure as hell try and stop you from making things worse," I whispered. Peter's eyes darted from the far table and then to us. He slowly sat down, my hand still wrapped around his wrist. I let go when he joined me at the table.

"How do you even deal with that?" Peter asked. "I've learned to accept it," I said, "All I care about is that I don't spread rumors like he does. As the wonderful Taylor Swift says, I keep my side of the street clean. You wouldn't know what I mean." Peter playfully rolled his eyes at my comment.

Reluctantly, he went back to his homework. We had about thirty minutes and then we were free to go home. The two of us planned to stop by the skatepark and head to Peter's house for the rest of the night. He rented our favorite movies for the weekend even though we'd watched the films multiple times.

A few minutes passed and we finished the school day. I stood up, setting my backpack on the chair. I dropped my laptop and textbook into the front pocket. "I've got a couple snacks that Aunt May got," Peter said, "Hopefully, Ben didn't eat all of them." I laughed.

Peter set his skateboard into the extra strap attached to the pocket. I did the same, ensuring that my board wouldn't slip out. Typically, we'd head over to the skatepark after school. "Did you actually label the snacks this time?" I put my bag on. Peter nodded in response.

"Yes, I have, actually," he said, "I swear, he only eats the food that's not his. Like that one time we had Chinese food, he ate all of my orange chicken after I wrote my name on it in all caps."

I chuckled at how he was waving his hands around. He pushed the library door open, letting me out first. I thanked Peter and walked beside him. "I don't blame him. Connie's Chinese is pretty good," I said. Peter nodded in agreement. Ben was infamous for eating everyone's leftovers.

Although, he hadn't eaten mine yet, which I was relieved of. As Peter and I walked outside, we saw Flash sitting on a picnic bench. Those two girls from earlier were talking to him. Peter nudged me, connecting his hand with mine. I couldn't help but notice that the two girls were pissed off at Flash.

Peter must've noticed the argument, too. He led us over to a picnic table. "What do you think they're arguing about?" Peter thought. I shrugged, having no idea, but it must be good. One of the girls, I think her name's Sandy, stepped to Flash with a look of hatred painted on her face.

'Cause karma is my boyfriend Karma is a god. Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend Karma's a relaxing thought Aren't you envious that for you, it's not? Sweet like honey, karma is a cat. Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me Flexing like a goddamn acrobat Me and karma vibe like that

The other girl, Becca, grabbed Sandy's hand to pull her friend back. Sandy's hand flew and slapped Flash. Students all turned to the commotion. Flash sat there stunned, not expecting anything, just like the rest of us. "What the hell?" Flash said. Sandy stood there with her head held up high.

Becca continued to stand behind Sandy, keeping a good grip on her best friend. I watched the scene play out and debated on jumping in. Peter looked at me and then at the small fight. "Y/N/N," he said, "C'mon." He stood up from the bench, extending a hand.

I could tell he was doing everything in his power not to laugh. I set my hand into his. Once we were away from the school, both of us burst into a fit of laughter. "Oh, my god. I would pay money to punch him like that," Peter set his skateboard onto the sidewalk. I nodded. "Is it bad that I feel bad for laughing?" I said, fixing the strap of my backpack.

Peter thought to himself as he stuffed his jacket into his backpack. The two of us began riding our boards. "I mean, since you feel bad, it means you're not entirely an alien," Peter said. "How'd you know I was an alien?" I responded, going along with his joke. He tapped his chin and pushed himself slightly.

Spider-boy, king of thieves Weave your little webs of opacity My pennies made your crown Trick me once, trick me twice Don't you know that cash ain't the only price? It's coming back around

"Do I need to list every weird little detail about you?" Peter said. "No," I shook my head, earning a smirk from him. "I'm going to start anyways," he sighed. Peter did a little trick midair before grabbing onto a street light. He spun around, his feet still on the skateboard. "One, you like Taylor Swift," Peter said.

He stepped off his board, picking it up and resting it on his hip. I got held my board. "How does that make me an alien?" I questioned. "Because all you Swifties worship her like she's your leader or something," Peter gestured to the sky, doing a little bowing motion.

Peter winked at me, dropping his board back onto the ground. "But you have to admit, it's gotta feel nice to see Flash get tossed around like that," Peter said. "He wasn't tossed around. Sandy just slapped him, that's all," I answered. Peter pulled out his phone.

He rested against a metal gate, moving his board around with his foot. I joined his side and pressed my shoulder against his. Peter went to his messages, going to a text thread with Gwen. Our lab partner had sent him a video of the whole fiasco.

Sandy and a few other girls were ripping Flash part. Not literally, although that would be interesting to see. My mouth fell open as Flash stormed away with his face beet red.

'Cause karma is my boyfriend Karma is a god. Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend Karma's a relaxing thought Aren't you envious that for you, it's not? Sweet like honey, karma is a cat. Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me Flexing like a goddamn acrobat Me and karma vibe like that

Peter smirked and dropped his phone into the pocket of his jacket. "When did you get that?" I asked. We talked for a little more until we ended up at our favorite skate park.

"Hey, Shelly," I greeted, setting my backpack on the bench. She looked up from her sketchbook and waved. Shelly was usually at the park when we got there. Her younger brother was part of a skateboarding club at his elementary school, and she had to be there to supervise. "How's Max doing today?" Peter asked.

Shelly responded with a 'good' and went back to drawing. She wasn't much of a talker. Sometimes she'd have full-on conversations, but we never really wanted to force her to talk. Peter and I skated for a bit before taking a snack break.

He laid beside me as we looked up at the setting sky. Peter handed me a bag of chips. "This is a weird question," he said. He looked at me and then back to the sky. "Shoot," I waved for him to ask away. "Do you ever think that maybe during your whole relationship with Flash, you learned a few things?" he questioned.

I furrowed my brows at his question. Peter sat up from his spot, propping himself up with his hands. "What I mean is, do you think you learned his tactics," Peter elaborated, "Like, how you knew when he was lying or trying to manipulate you somehow."

'Cause karma is the thunder Rattling your ground Karma's on your scent like a bounty hunter Karma's gonna track you down Step by step from town to town Sweet like justice, karma is a queen Karma takes all my friends to the summit Karma is the guy on the screen Coming straight home to me

Honestly, I hadn't really thought about it. Flash had always used my friendship with Peter as a bad thing. Thankfully, I was smarter than Flash. "Yeah," I sighed. My best friend set his hand on my shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I don't mean to quote Ms. Taylor Swift again, but..." I trailed.

Peter shook his head, trying to tell me to stop. I opened my mouth but he covered it before I could speak. "No. Just no," Peter shook his head once more. He took his hand off my face, holding up a finger to prevent me from speaking. "Look, I love you, but not enough to hear another quote by TayTay," Peter said.

'Cause karma is my boyfriend Karma is a god. Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend Karma's a relaxing thought Aren't you envious that for you, it's not? Sweet like honey, karma is a cat. Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me Flexing like a goddamn acrobat Me and karma vibe like that

I laughed and put my arms up in defense. He thanked me, going back to eating his favorite chips. We watched some kids fly up into the air and back down. "You wanna head to my house? I'm ready to get that movie marathon started," Peter started putting the snacks away.

I nodded and followed his lead. The rest of the night was filled with movies and discovering Ben already ate most of the snacks.

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[concerningwolves]

Hi! I read your post about writing deaf characters. I'm writing fanfiction where the main character is deaf and hoped maybe you could help with a really specific question.

If someone who were signing had a flat affect, or otherwise their face could not be seen, is there another way to convey the information typically conveyed through facial expressions? How much information would be lost without the communication through facial expressions?

In addition, I was doing research on the best ways to convey sign language through writing and someone suggested GLOSS. What are your opinions on people who convey sign language through GLOSS?

Importance of the face in sign language & using GLOSS to convey signed dialogue.

Hi! Thank you for this question – I'm always excited to talk about the nifty ways that sign language conveys tone :D I'm just sorry it took me a while to answer, because I needed time to find some old resources that were way back in the depths of my blog.

TL;DR Summaries:

The face/facial expression is an integral part of sign language because it conveys meaning similar to tone of voice.

That meaning can be conveyed in other ways, like body language and signing space. From a hearing POV, signing might get louder in high-emotion contexts.

Gloss has its uses in academic and non-fiction writing, but it isn't always suitable for dialogue in fiction.

How the face conveys tone (and what happens when it can't):

Where the face is most important is in the idea of "facial punctuation": In BSL, for example, an o-shape with the mouth is like an exclamation mark and a raised eyebrow is a question mark. Those are two basic, yet integral, examples of how facial expression is part of the sign language syntax. Another example is how fluent or "native" ASL speakers can omit signs in favour of facial expression indicators – instead of the "YOU NAME WHAT?" combination that textbooks teach, signers will ask "YOU NAME?" and use furrowed eyebrows to convey the concept of "what". (In other words, facial expressions as tone indicators!)

The face is also important because it adds necessary context, such as mouthing words that have the same sign so clarify their meaning in that moment. This is why there was a lot of difficulty when COVID hit: not only do a lot of us deafies need to lip-read, but for sign-speakers, it would've been like trying to talk to someone who constantly muffles their mouth with their hand or someone who talks while chewing their sleeve. Sure, you can technically hear what that person is saying, but the meaning easily gets confused and information lost.

[Other ways to convey tone in sign language and using gloss for dialogue under the cut]

Other way to convey tone in sign language

But! The face isn't the only part that conveys tone. Sign language is cool because although it's thought of as a language that's spoken with hands, it actually uses the entire body. This includes the concept of "signing space":

Signing space is ... the three-dimensional space in front of the signer, from the waist to the forehead and from one side of the body to the other, where signs can be realized. Signers use this space to represent physical space and to represent conceptual structure. ... It's used to convey abstract information like time and order. The signer also uses this space to position the entities that are evoked in the sentence (e.g. people, objects, buildings and places) and to demonstrate their semantic relationships. — from the Wikipedia page on signing space

So, what does that mean for describing sign language?

A d/Deaf POV character would take note of how someone else uses sign space. "Non-native" sign speakers (those who learn it later in life, like me, as opposed to speaking only SL), tend to use a slightly larger than necessary sign space, similar to how you sometimes over-enunciate/over-emphasise or raise your voice when speaking an unfamiliar second language. People who've grown up only speaking a SL would find the use of sign space more intuitive, and so use the space more naturally.

Just like verbal speakers raise their voice, trip over words, muddle up word order and stutter when influenced by emotion, so do sign speakers. Describing the way someone uses sign space is a good way to do this, and something I haven't seen utilised all that often. Into the Drowning Deep by Mira Grant and the The Shape of Water novel both do this well; they never explicitly use the technical language, but they take time to describe how the characters sign.

How you describe this would be a bit different depending on the POV's character's fluency in sign language. I will forever love the bit in TSoW where Elisa is getting really upset, and Giles can't parse what she's saying because she's muddling her words and signing too fast for him to keep up with.

She's past him, all but ricocheting off the walls, signing recklessly enough to send columns of old paintings swaying. ... Her right hand wiggles – "fish", he thinks – and she pulls inwards from both shoulders – "fireplace" he thinks; no, "skeleton"; no, "creature" – and then a similar motion, but rounded – "trap," he thinks, or something like it, though he's probably wrong. She's talking far too rapidly. — The Shape of Water, Guillermo del Toro and Daniel Kraus.

Giles isn't wholly fluent in sign language, or knowledgeable about the technicalities. Someone who is might've had a better time of understanding what Elisa was saying; to me, this reads as Elisa being too upset to properly "enunciate" her signs, and she's signing so fast she's doing the equivalent of tripping over her own tongue. The bit where she is "signing recklessly enough to send columns of old paintings swaying" shows that she's careless with her sign space, essentially shouting. (It is also such a lovely description, so evocative of both how sign language inhabits the speaker's space, and also of Giles' shoebox flat).

If you're writing from the POV of a hearing character, there are also noises to consider. Someone who's speaking quietly in sign language would sign quietly, i.e., controlled movements and careful, noiseless skin contact; someone who's shouting in sign language would sign loudly, with less controlled movements depending on emotion and the slap of skin on skin for some signs. Other noises are breaths, perhaps instinctive grunts, or the sounds of jewellery if the speaker is wearing any.

Conveying sign language with GLOSS

For those who don't know, "'Glossing' is what you call it when you write one language in another. The written information is known as 'gloss.'" (explanation from this page about Glossing ASL, which is also where you'll find more information about the facial expression for "what" that I mentioned above). It's sometimes styled in all caps because sign language Gloss is written in capitals and small caps. This PDF gives a simple but comprehensive explanation of Gloss in ASL, if anyone would like to read more about how it works.

I've had discussions about glossing in fiction before on this blog, and although it's had a mixed result, I personally come down on the side of "Gloss is incredibly useful as a method of transcribing sign language, but I don't think it has a place in fiction". In the context of dialogue in fiction, you can convey sign language better by translating it than you can by transcribing it through gloss.

To expand a bit, here's an example of what gloss looks like, taken from the previously-mentioned page about ASL gloss:

YESTERDAY PRO-1 INDEX-[at] WORK HAPPEN SOMEONE! MAN CL:1-"walked_past_quickly" I NEVER SEE PRO-3 BEFORE.

Which roughly translates to: "Yesterday at work a stranger (some guy I've never seen before) rushed past me".

... Not really the easiest thing in the world to read if you're unfamiliar with it.

I've read sign language dialogue that uses a simplified gloss before, in which case the "glossed" dialogue is pared down to the words only, and the other gloss elements are added to the description. To return to the earlier "What's your name?" example, the dialogue could then look like this:

"YOU NAME?" she signed, furrowing her eyebrows into the question.

Which is easier to understand, but an entire text full of dialogue in capital letters, with words usually appearing in the "wrong" order, still presents an accessibility issue. It's more effective to translate the sign language and then describe what the speaker is doing in the surrounding description. This isn't a perfect way of writing signed dialogue, but you're not going to find a perfect way, because sign language is distinctly different from spoken or written language.

(In Into the Drowning Deep, there's an author's note at the start telling readers that all ASL has been "rendered as if it were SEE (Signing Exact English)" – i.e., translated – for ease of reading, which I really appreciated!)

There's also the fact that glossed or literally transcribed signed dialogue can be read as childish, which ... uh. Well. The way we treat speech as a sign of intellectual ability, and how intellectual ability is used to measure a person's worth, is a thorny topic for another time. But in summary, infantilisation of anyone who doesn't speak verbally is an issue, and the "simple" way that glossed SLs are written reads similarly to the way kids talk, which feeds into harmful stereotypes that all d/Deaf people are inherently stupid or infantile.

I hope this helps, and please ask if you have any more questions! <3

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Invisible String, 16: Aversion

summary: Sometimes the hardest thing in life is letting yourself be seen.

pairing: yoongi x f!reader

rating: explicit 🔞

genre: social media au, angst, fluff, romance

chapter word count: 3.4k + text conversations

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You didn’t intend to avoid Yoongi. Not entirely. You just…needed some space. After what happened that night outside the studio, it occurred to you just how attached you were getting to him. You realized just how weird it was that the first person you thought to call was a guy you barely knew from high school. It should have been your best friend. Anaya should have been your first thought.

So, you tried to distance yourself a bit. That proved to be a bit difficult with how many classes you have together, but wandering into class a bit late – just before it was about to begin – made it easier to pick a seat further away from him. 

Avoidance wasn’t a good answer to the problem. It seemed the more distance you put between the two of you, the more you thought about him, which irritated you. It irritated you even more when you realized you didn’t even have to avoid him because, somewhere along the way, he’d started to avoid you too. No longer was finding a seat somewhere away from him all that difficult, no longer did you have to rush out of the room to escape before he could approach you, no longer was he hitting up your phone or walking the same way he always did to and from classes.

He’s avoiding you.

Well. That’s fine. He hadn’t answered that phone of his when you really needed him anyway. He hadn’t been there for you that night in the way that you needed anyway. And, as much as you know you shouldn’t be upset about that, you kind of are. Even if he did text you later to check in with you.

Whatever. You don’t know why he’s avoiding you and you don’t care. It makes staying away from him rather easy. It makes concentrating in class even easier.

“Your phone won’t stop buzzing,” Anaya huffs, shoving it toward you over her thick comforter. The two of you are curled up on her bed, reading through your textbooks and taking notes. It’s early on a Friday night, but you still recognize that the two of you couldn’t be more lame.

You purse your lips, wondering if Yoongi has finally ended his radio silence, but you’re surprised to see another familiar face and name lighting up your screen.

“What’s that look on your face?” Anaya pries, craning her neck to read over your shoulder. You tilt the screen toward her so she can see. She scrunches her nose. “Ew, why is he sliding into your DMs like that? I say ignore him.”

She shakes her head and goes back to her reading, but your curiosity is piqued.

Hmm. Now that really does give you pause. In the back of your mind, you can’t help but wonder if Yoongi will be there. It’d be awfully hard for him to avoid you if you showed up at the same party, wouldn’t it?

Switching to the homepage of Instagram, you scroll until you find a recent update from Taehyung. Interesting. 

So, him, Jimin, and Yoongi are getting high together. Maybe he won’t be at the party after all. And what’s the harm in taking a break from being invisible tonight?

You worry your bottom lip and glance sideways at your best friend, who’s trying her hardest to ignore you. When you’ve been staring at her for entirely too long, she groans and throws her pen down, giving you a pointed stare.

“What?”

You try a smile. “Would you want to go to a party tonight?”

Her expression flattens. “Please tell me you’re not talking about that jockstrap’s party.”

“Ted Grayson?” She groans at the name and you snicker. “He’s not so bad though, is he? I don’t think I’ve ever had a problem with him.”

She rolls her eyes. “Not so bad? He’s a spoiled, white rich boy is what he is. His daddy might as well own half the damn school with how many donations he makes.”

You frown. “Having money doesn’t necessarily make you a bad person.”

“No,” she snorts. “But it makes you ignorant and annoying as hell.”

You furrow your brows, shoulders slouching in disappointment. “So you won’t go then?”

“Now wait just a minute,” she shakes her head and sits up straight. “I never said that! There’s a few girls I’ve been keeping an eye on that’ll be there tonight. I wouldn’t mind scoping for some more pu–”

“I swear to God if you say pussy one more time!” you cry out, burying your face in your hands, which sends your bestie into a giggling fit.

“You’re too cute,” she chuckles, pinching your arm. “For real though, let’s go. It’ll be a nice break from–” she gestures to the books littering her bed. “--this.”

You smile and return to your DMs.

~*~*~

You’re going to throttle Anaya.

Okay, so maybe that’s a smidge dramatic. She’s still your best friend.

But you’re seriously questioning calling her that when she turns to you with those big, brown eyes of hers ten minutes into the party, juts out her lower lip, and then stares wistfully in the direction of Taeyeon, a girl she apparently shares Chemistry I with.

Yes, you understand the irony.

In response, you roll your eyes and throw your hands in the air. So much for her coming to this party with you.

She grins happily, grips your upper arms, and plants a big kiss on your cheek. “Thanks, bestie! Text me later!” She pauses to add, “Or don’t. I might be busy.” She wiggles her eyebrows and throws her head back in a laugh as she walks away.

Yeah, some friend.

Essentially, you’ve come to this party alone.

Despite being a bit annoyed, you can’t really say you blame her, nor are you as lost as you probably would have felt at the beginning of the school year. You recognize a few faces tonight, including Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook across the living room. You assume Yoongi has come too, but you’re a little relieved when you don’t see him. Coming to a party like this isn’t exactly something you’d normally do and you’re not really willing to examine all the reasons why you agreed to come tonight.

You wade through the crowds of people, bumping shoulders with both men and women who nod in your direction like you’re friends.

You don’t recognize any of them.

When you finally find the kitchen, down a hallway you have to squeeze through, it’s with a sigh of relief.

Not that the kitchen is any better, with people congregating around the table and counters.

Thankfully, you don’t have to look for long before Paxton sees you and smiles, waving you over. Ted Grayson stands behind him, a red solo cup in hand.

“Sup shortie,” Paxton greets. “You know TG?”

You exchange an awkward smile with the basketball captain, nodding. “Yeah, hey.”

TG smiles behind his drink, eyeing you briefly before his gaze flicks away.

“Want a drink?” Paxton questions, pointing toward the counter filled with liquor bottles.

You eye the selection warily, wringing your hands together. “Uh, yeah, sure.”

“What’s your poison? We got everything. Beer? Rum? Tequila?”

Your eyes narrow in on the bottle of gin and you clear your throat. “A gin and tonic would be fine.”

TG snorts, but passes a cup to Paxton, who grins and starts mixing your drink.

“I’m surprised you didn’t come with Yoongi,” TG mutters, motioning somewhere behind you. He pronounces Yoongi’s name wrong, unnecessarily elongating the vowel to make it sound more like “yawn”. You can’t tell if it’s intentional.

You glance over your shoulder, spotting Yoongi’s signature mint hair through the flock of people. He’s standing at the edge of the room and you’d think he’s trying to avoid everyone here if it weren’t for the brunette sidling up to him. You think you recognize her from the cheer team and, with the teams often traveling together for games, you’re sure this isn’t the first time they’ve talked.

He’s not a relationship type of person.

The reminder echoes in the recesses of your mind, making your heart sink. Just how many women does he hang out with the same way he hangs out with you?

You can’t imagine it’s the first time the two of them have gone to a party together.

The thought makes you frown, even though you know you have no claim over him. Not that you would even if you were in a relationship. You wouldn’t own him, he’d be free to talk to and be friends with whomever he wanted. But monogamy would be an expectation you’d have of him. And if you were in a relationship, you’d like to think you’d trust him enough to live up to that expectation. Yoongi doesn’t seem like the type to enter into a relationship he wasn’t committed to either.

You wonder whether you’d feel as disappointed right now if you were together.

You hate the fact that you probably would, but in that case, it’d be something for you to work through. In a healthy relationship, any insecurities you’d have would be yours to deal with, not his to cater to. But, right now, it’s just something you have to tuck away.

He’s not your boyfriend.

Yoongi’s eyes flicking in your direction shakes you from your thoughts and you quickly turn around, hoping he hasn’t seen you, but honestly not caring if he has.

He doesn’t have a claim over you either.

TG is already holding out your drink when you turn back around, flashing that handsome grin of his that you’re sure has worked on so many women before.

You muster a smile back. “Thanks.”

“Welcome,” TG mutters, attention moving to a group of women as they pass by.

Paxton glances briefly in that direction, but turns his attention back to you. “So, I gotta ask. What’s the deal with you and Hwasa?”

Your heart skips and you stare at him a beat too long. “I’m sorry?”

TG licks his lips, fighting off a smirk and nudging Paxton in his side. “Why are you so interested in threesomes lately, Pax?”

Ice hits your veins. Surely they can’t know about you, Hwasa, and Yoongi. That can’t be what this is about. That can’t be why they’re asking. It only happened once and you’re sure Hwasa wouldn’t say anything to anyone. She has more tact than that.

Yoongi, on the other hand…he’s different than most of his teammates, but he’s still a jock, isn’t he? He still drinks and parties and messes around and maybe even brags about all of it.

Maybe that’s all you are to him. A conquest.

You don’t even hear the rest of Paxton and TG’s conversation, the words muffled as if you’re underwater. It sort of feels like you’re drowning once the panic hits your veins.

The last thing you want is everyone knowing your business.

You miss the days of being invisible.

You’re walking away before Paxton and TG can stop you, although you do vaguely hear Paxton calling after you and TG laughing at his expense, muttering something about scaring you away.

You hate that you notice, but as you make your way out of the kitchen, you feel Yoongi’s eyes on you the entire way.

~*~*~

You surprisingly find a spot to hide away, away from all the people you don’t know, but who somehow seem to know you. 

You’re sitting on a couch in the den. It’s quieter in here, with only a few people milling about and the music from the living room muffled. It’s actually relatively peaceful and you feel yourself relaxing the longer you sit alone, sipping at your drink.

Your gin and tonic has far too much gin, something you’re not entirely surprised about, but you still find it refreshing. You don’t drink very often, always the one to take care of Anaya instead of the other way around, so you’re not surprised when it hits you a bit quicker than you’d like.

You sigh and sit back against the couch, running a hand through your hair that you’ve tried to style. It’d been useless, if you’re honest. Your hair is far too stubborn to stay styled in any sort of way, but there’s no one to impress here anyway.

Not a single person here has caught your attention and you’re almost glad for your ability to just fade into the background wherever you go. You prefer this to forcing small talk with people you don’t care to know.

On top of that, you feel incredibly tired after having stayed up so late planning your radio show the night before. It’s been a struggle for you, honestly, about deciding whether to continue with the public service announcements about the truck. For your own safety, you know you should probably stop making them. Or, at least, not make them during every show. But another part of you, the part that feels a sense of duty to fellow women, feels it’s important that someone says something. Especially now that you’ve witnessed the aftermath.

Of course, nothing had really amounted from the police report you and your classmate filed. Your classmate had been too out of it to know who it was and all that you have to go on is a vehicle you saw in the dark. You can’t even confirm it was the same vehicle that’s been spotted around campus or that whoever was driving had anything to do with the assault.

But you know.

Deep down, you know.

At least, you think you know.

You’re pretty sure, you know?

What were you thinking about again?

You blink your eyes open, not having realized you’d closed them, but keeping them open proves to be difficult. You’re just so tired. You want to wipe a hand over your face, maybe slap some sense into yourself, but lifting your arm feels like too much effort. Too much energy.

Your limbs lay heavily on the couch, your head droops forward, and you’re vaguely aware of the fact this doesn’t seem normal. This doesn’t seem right.

You feel yourself start to panic even as you start to sink deeper.

Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to rest.

~*~*~

The world comes back in flashes you’re not sure are real. It twists and turns, strobes and spirals, and you feel a little sick to your stomach the longer your eyes stay open. There’s something clamped over your arms, just beneath your elbows, and you realize you’re in motion. No, not just in motion, you’re walking.

“Shh,” a voice tickles at the edges of your eardrums, sending a cold shiver of fear down your spine. “It’s okay. I’m taking you home.”

You don’t know who this is. You don’t know where they’re taking you. Are they really taking you home?

Streetlights. Darkness.

And through the darkness, you squint. The shape you make out makes you lash out with the very last ounce of energy you have.

The man holding you swears, tightening his hold on you as you flail.

The last thing you see before your body gives up is the silhouette of a truck.

~*~*~

You come to with a start and a sharp gasp, springing upright on the bed.

You know this bed.

Your bottom lip trembles as you look around, nearly jumping out of your skin when you meet Yoongi’s gaze across from you. He’s sitting at his desk and when he sees you clutch the blanket in your fists, he frowns and holds out a glass of water.

“Ghost…” he murmurs, eyebrows furrowing when you continue to stare at him. “You’ll feel better if you drink some water.”

You look down at yourself, at least thankful you’re still wearing all of your clothes, but you still pull the blanket up over you and avoid his gaze. Your mind feels like such a mess, your thoughts a constant swirl of question after question. No matter how hard you try, you can’t remember what happened.

You don’t know how you got here.

“Hey…” Yoongi calls, leaning a bit closer, but stopping when you jerk away. “Are you okay?”

You turn shimmering, tear-filled eyes on him. “What happened?”

His frown deepens. “You don’t remember?”

You sniffle and shake your head.

He sets the water down with a sigh, running a hand through his hair. “How much did you drink?”

You blink your eyes wide. “Wh-what? Almost nothing! Just a couple sips of gin and tonic.”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he sits forward, thankful you don’t pull away this time. “Who gave you the drink, Ghost?”

You swallow, some of the pieces clicking together, but you shake your head adamantly. “Paxton, but I watched him make the drink!”

Yoongi’s lips thin. “Since when do you hang out with those two?”

You scoff. “Since when does everyone suddenly want to have a threesome with me?”

Yoongi’s eyes narrow at the accusation in your voice. “You think I told people about that?”

“Did you not?” you challenge, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Hell no,” he scoffs. “I don’t tell anyone my business.”

You roll your eyes.

“Look, I really don’t care if you don’t believe me,” Yoongi sighs. “Did anyone else get close to you last night? Because when I found you, you seemed really fucking out of it for someone who’d only had a few sips of a drink.”

You blink, trying to think back on everything that happened, but you come up with nothing. Absolutely nothing. You’re not even sure how much time you’re missing from your memory. You just remember thinking you had to get more sleep at night and then you closed your eyes.

You screw your eyes shut and swallow around the lump in your throat, tears leaking between your eyelids without your consent.

You wonder how many other things have happened tonight without your consent.

“Hey…” Yoongi rubs your arm. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

You shake your head and sniffle. “When an-and…how did you find me?”

His eyes widen and he slowly removes his hand. “You don’t think…I did this, do you?”

You stare at your hands. “That’s not what I asked.”

He’s silent for too long and it makes your heart sink into your stomach. You glance up at him, bottom lip wobbling. “Yoongi, please…”

He lets out a loud breath and wipes a hand over his face. “Someone was helping you off the couch…someone I know you aren’t friends with. I don’t know what his intentions were with you, but he wasn’t exactly being gentle…”

Your eyes search his. “Who?”

He shakes his head. “It’s not important.”

Your hand shoots out to clasp around his, waiting until he meets your gaze. “It’s important to me.”

He sits back in his seat with a small shrug, eyes moving about the room. “I don’t know if they did anything. They might have just found you like that…”

“Yoongi!”

“It was Ted, alright?” he says in a huff, glare cutting your way. “Ted Grayson.”

The knot returns to your throat. “TG? The captain of the basketball team?”

Yoongi shrugs, but doesn’t bother to refute it, holding your gaze steadily.

“Okay…” you say slowly, frowning down at your hands and wondering if that makes any sort of sense. Ted, one of the richest men on campus, has barely spoken two words to you. Has barely even looked your way since you started here.

Paxton, on the other hand…

You shake your head with a sigh, rubbing at your temples and willing your brain to function properly, to replace the memories you lost. “I don’t know what to think.”

“You’re safe now,” Yoongi reassures you, taking your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “That’s what matters right now. Maybe you’ll remember what happened, but don’t make yourself sick over it. I didn’t let anything happen to you and I won’t.”

Your bottom lip trembles for an entirely new reason as you slot your fingers through his, giving his hand a tight squeeze. Even after you’d avoided him, he’s still looking out for you. “Thank you.”

His lips twitch into a sad smile, head tilting before he raises your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “Anytime, Ghost…” He narrows his eyes at you. “But there’s no way in hell you’re walking home alone at night anymore.”

Your lips twitch into a small, half-hearted smile. “Okay, I won’t argue with that.”

“Good,” he huffs, reaching for the glass on his bedside table. “Now drink your water.”

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[grizzlybearsarecool]

I appreciate the likes, and thanks for following me btw! My words won't explain anything about my happiness I am so happy that my eye started 'sWeAtInG' (SHUT THE HELL U- Silence darling it's my time to shine..) and ya'll all are goddesses for liking and following MUCH APPRECIATED,

My hearts trying to break free...

Warning - spelling mistakes, fluff, a confused Todoroki

It's just Todoroki tryna figure out why he gets sick around you but still it feels good and feel like sometimes when you do something affectionately why he feels like someone's attacking him in his stomach (poor lil boy) 🥹

•you don't get rejected always, keep on trying•

You were making your way to school while listening to your favourite song it always made you feel like the main character I mean who doesn't like being the main character?

You successfully made it inside the school building without getting kidnapped, murdered, getting hit by a car, getting lost etc...

You walked down the busy hallway as you saw people giving love letters to thier crushes.. people with sad faces because of getting rejected by their dream man/women... You were wondering why all this confessions were happening you went pass the school auditorium to see the entrance decorated with hearts and flowers and with the letters cut my glitter paper 'HAPPY VALENTINES 1 more day before valentine's and 4 more days to our valentine's dance!'...

That's when you start to realize you have a very big crush on todoroki but he just runs away from you like your presence is literally his death 💀..

You went to your locker, thinking about todoroki and taking your textbooks out for Chemistry and when you were making your way to chemistry you saw mina, deku, and ochako surrounded around todoroki u didn't want to annoy them so you just minded your business and went for Chemistry..

Todoroni pov:

"Guys y/n has a secret quirk.." Todo Boi

Said in an calm and concerned voice

"what do you mean todoro-" mina got cut off by the sweet cinnamon roll Izuku "WHAT! Y/n has a secret quirk how- why would she not say anything about it to me? What's it like todoroki? *Mummer mummer mummer* "

"ignore that Todo continue what you were saying.." mina said in curiosity.

"whenever, she looks at me I get nervous and sometimes when she does stuff I get hearts attacks that feel good and I feel like someones punching my stomach sometimes and it-" todoroni got cut off by the girls laughter "oh todoroki, your in looooveee!" Mina said in a teasing way.

"oh yes that's exactly how I feel around izuk-" 'I can float' slapped her mouth close with both her hands "mummer- hmm? Did anyone say my name?" Cinnamon roll asked in curiosity "NO IZUKU! NO ONE EVEN THOUGHT ABOUT YOUR NAME" ochako said panickingly. "Well I expected for me to get satisfied by you both accepting each other but.. back to you Todoroki!..." Mina said as the word sarcastic wrote itself on her words "How do I get rid of them?" Shoto asked innocently asked. "Well, you gotta confess or there is no way you can get rid of em no... It stays for ever if she accepts you I mean Todo you can feel like that forever" Uraraka said to todoroki hesitantly. " Sometimes, try taking your own advice ochako, now Todo you should go confess to y/n" mina said excitingly. "K," he ran off to find his beloved. "MINA Do you think he's gonna say I love you or SOMETHING ELSE?!? what ... What IF HE GETS REJECTED?!?" Ochako said scaredly "oh oh..."

(YALL, they should add more shades of letter colours bcz ochako and mina are both pink but I'm sorry mina I turned your text to minata and jiro color 😭")

POV OF THE BEAUTIFUL TODO'S PRINCESS Y/N L/N - (omg so beautiful 😭)

You were listening to more music peacefully copying down some notes you missed, sitting near a beautiful tree. You saw todoroki running towards you like he have some very serious news.. you got up bcz u felt like you should.

He reached you and started panting like a dog (kinda ho- no no gurl no NO!)

He calmed down and said "y/n everytime I see you my hot side cheek started to feel warm and what's weird is the same happens to my cold side cheek, and when you compliment me when I win a training fight I feel like someone punches my stomach and when you do something like a simple thing like talking to me I get heart attacks and it's like it my hearts trying to break free" he said I love you in a big speech but It wasn't and I love you for you the way he described it made it sound like he hates you.

"....you hate me that much?... what did I even do to you?" Y/n said brokenly.

"you make me sick everytime I see you- why are you crying?" Todo said worriedly

"do you have anything else to say? I friggin hate you.." you said and started running away from him as you cried yourself untill you got home..

He picked up your note book that you left near the tree and tried giving it back to you but you were already gone from his sight. He felt a little guilty for making you cry he has no idea what happened.

He took your note book home with him and set it down his table and went through it. He found his name and poems for him written all over the note book with hearts written all over, he remembered a romance movie he was forced to watch by mina.. there was a girl like who liked a boy, and she just wrote his name all over her books. Then he got it... 'she likes me too,... "maybe it was the way I said it" he repeated to the words you said to Siri and Siri replied to him saying

'that's really rude of you'

He felt bad. He wanted to make it up to you he researched about how to confess to girls how to make girls feel better etc, he called your friends to find out about every detail of you he worked on his y/n project whole night.

SATURDAY 5.30 P.M.

You were lying on your bed rolled up in your aesthetic comfy blanket with a squish mellow next to you as you were watching a movie that was not evolved to any type of Romance cause you were doing all this to feel better from yesterday's todoroki hates me speech. "that's really dum-" you heard a knock on your door your father and mother were out so you got a little scared you looked outside through your opened window hesitantly to see pokéball themed hair, and a big (when I say big ITS BIG DARLING) bouquet of your favourite flowers as you looked closer you realized it was todoroki "TODOROKI?!?" you slapped your mouth and hoped that he didn't hear you sudden vomit of words. He looked up at you as you blushed slightly "would you care to come down please, and accept these flowers and chocolates as a gift of my apologies to you?" He said charmingly "why the hell would I do that you hate me don't you do you think a bunch a flowers are gonna make me forgive you?!" You said loudly so he can hear "please, it's just a few words please ..." He asked in such a cute way. Your enemybor (your enemy neighbor) looked at you madly through their window, you felt a little awkward feeling and came to the thought of taking Todo inside. You ran downstairs and opened the door for todoroki "I'm not letting you in cause I feel bad for you it's because of the neighbors stares." You said sternly. "Look y/n-" he got cut off "oh, shut up please.." you said angrily "please y/n" he pleaded with innocent poppy dog eyes. "fine, better be a good explain" you rolled you eyes. He took a deep breath in "I meant to say how I feel around you but it came out wrong the guy punching my stomach was meant to be called butterflies I just described them in my sense I'm really sorry" he bowed to you and bent in his knees and said " please, y/n I need you in my life I'd rather die without you please all I meant to say is I love you" he handed you the big bouquet of expensive flowers. "Are you for real I'm so happy! I love you soo much todo-kun I'm really sorry too!" You said happily taking the flowers from him. "that's great, do you want to go to the dance? I don't like the crowd that much but If you want to go we should go." he charmingly smiled at you with pink dusted on his cheeks. "No we should watch a movie and stay in our home comfort wrapped in a blanket enjoying each other's presence while others suffer in itchy uncomfy costumes in the dance!" You confessed you idea and todoroki happily agreed and then you sat next to each other and talked about you lives

As you were feeding yourselves the chocolate todoroki brought shoto got reminded of something important "by the way, here's your notebook you left it in school I went through it, you spelled my name wrong in the 3rd sentence of your poem." he said while hiding his face away from you and rubbing his neck "Have your mom not told you to no to go through people stuff?!?" You said embarrassed while forming into the cutest beetroot "no but, my mom thought me how dangerous and hot a kettle can be besides you my girl friend now." He said innocently "oh, you sweetheart Todo" you said while petting his head "oh no... It's happening again y/n.... it's doing it again." he said as concern was all over his face "why?!? Are you good?" You said worriedly "my hearts trying to break free.."

I don't wanna fix more errors my hands are litterely broken y I'm sorry I hope you enjoy this and feel free to tap double times and give me a like if you like this as always if you think I need to improve feel free to give me a piece of advice have a great day and stay beautiful!

[kwdaebin]

hi everyone! i’m miya and PSYCHED to be here with bill nye the science guy, kwon daebin :’) click the read more for some of his info & plots below + feel free to like this post if you’d like to plot and i’ll hit you up!!! you can also feel free to add me on d*scord @ 국밥boi#8158 🚀

born july 17, 1996 (25)

country bumpkin from good ol’ gyeongsangnam-do, so if you love a man with a thick country accent... here u go

parents met in a cult so they’re low-key cray cray and his ambitiousness & drive to be smart and successful are what helps him keep distance from them lmao (they’re flat earthers)

was always that kid growing up that won first prize for his volcano science project

everyone kinda knew he was destined to be the successful scientist... he’s crossing his fingers

physics graduate student & has a minor in astronomy

president of the astronomy club but honestly he’s so f*ckin busy with his graduate work that he’s not very good at keeping the club active :’( he was super active as an undergrad tho

dream is to work at nasa (resume is currently in the works)

typical hot nerd in the streets

same typical hot nerd in the sheets (just give him a little liquid courage)

literally always wearing his glasses. he’s blind as a bat and refuses to wear contact lenses unless he absolutely HAS to… he’s that guy from that episode of twilight zone who is the last person on earth and ends up breaking his only remaining pair

basically daebin in a nutshell

ps DON’T mention harry styles to him or else he’s going to tie you down and force you to listen to harry’s place from start to finish and will actually yell at you if you try to talk over his music

you didn’t hear this from me buttttt he likes girls with big hoo-has & boys with… height

is actually pretty social, you just have to talk to him for a little bit to warm him up ♡

he hates astrology so much so don’t ever mention that around him either. he’s a cancer btw

textbook smart but fucking stupid with shit you’d think he’d have a better handle on ie. is bad at day trading, struggles with fitted sheets, and has poor spelling 

some plots that might be fun:

a. ya boy likes to party sometimes when he needs to relieve stress; normally he doesn’t like to go too hard because he’s sort of an old man and his body can’t really tolerate drinking ‘til 3am anymore 💀 maybe your muse is a bit younger (20-23) and convinces him to stay out and something he regrets happens, ie. y’all kiss because ur both too drunk, he ends up getting too wasted in front of you and you take care of him and now he’s embarrassed to face you sober, etc b. i’m sorry i just have to put this one here but he’s your hot TA and all you want to do during ur seminars is jump his bones... and somehow at some point u get ur way c. someone to proofread his cover letters for his internship and job applications (his spelling and also his grammar kinda sucks so he rly needs a 2nd pair of eyes!!!!) d. planetarium “date” but all daebin does is explain everything to you and ruins the entire experience e. dummy forgets his glasses somewhere and even tho he looks like a complete snacc without them he literally cannot see a THING and please he’s begging you to help him bc he’s so screwed

[chaand-sitara]

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"Sometimes, we forget to see the things right in front of us, and later on in life, we regret it heavily"

"Damon what the hell do you even think you're doing?!" Primadonna said as she stepped away from the older Salvatore but he was slowly walking towards her too.

"Doe, listen-" but before he could say something another force came between them and grabbed Primadonna and hugged her tightly while giving her small and quick kisses all over her face but then suddenly that force was ripped out of her and when she looked she saw it was..

"Stefan!?"

Primadonna was now seriously about to faint, she tried to backaway from both of the boys, ignoring how the hell did they know about her house, and run back to her car.

But before she could reach the handle Stefan and Damon were now in front of her blocking her from her car. "How the hell did you two come from there.. To here?!"

Stefan then said "Listen Doe-" Primadonna interrupted him and said "First of all, it's Primadonna for you, and what kind of person calls someone Doe!?"

Damon then said "The kind of person who loves you, seriously Doe?! What is wrong with you? Why can't you remember anything?"

Then Primadonna said "what? Remember? What do I need to remember?! And please Damon, if I look like an easy target, that doesn't mean that you can play all this shitty game with me got it? I don't want to break Caroline's heart!" then as soon as the boys were about to say anything else, Primadonna heard a voice in her ear saying "You don't have to remember anything"

And then suddenly everything went black for her..

.·:*¨ ✘♚✘ ¨*:·.

Primadonna then woke up with a loud gasp and then saw that she was in the back seat of her car, and now it was evening which meant that she had skipped today's class too, plus she had also forgotten her few textbooks there. She got out from her car and stretched her sore muscles.

"wait.. Was it a dream? Oh god. Primadonna seriously? Why would you dream such ghastly thing? Alright the dream's over and now I have school." Primadonna again stretched a bit while trying to be not weirded out by the dream she had last night and drove off to her house to change for the day.

She went inside her house and quickly freshened up and picked out a white cropped tank top with light blue faded Bell bottom and on top of it she picked a purple cropped cardigan and wore her matching sneakers and made a half ponytail of her long dark chocolate brown hair.

She went outside and got in her car and drove off to school without eating her breakfast.

●・○・●・○・●

Primadonna now was inside the school and had parked her car in the lot and when she was going to class, Tyler came up to her and said "Oi! Prima! We have the pre-game rally today! And weren't you in the cheerleading team?"

Realization hit Primadonna like truck, she thanked Tyler and then they both went to the bonfire which was happening for the game.When she got out she rushed towards the football field where everyone else was.

She came right next to Bonnie and then she heard Bonnie say "Hey, what's up? Oh my god, why do you look all sweaty?" then Primadonna shrugged and said "Uh, just doing some practising, nothing much"

Bonnie nodded and Then all of them saw Tanner getting up on the bench and then he said "Wait, wait, wait. Let's be honest here, in the past we used to let other teams come into our town and roll right over us!" Mr. Tanner exclaims, and everyone in the crowd begins 'boo'ing, so he continues. "But that is about to change! We've got some great new talent tonight, starting on offense, and I can tell you right now, it has been a long time since I have seen a kid like this with hands like these! Let's give it up for Stefan Salvatore!"

Everyone was now roaring and Primadonna could see that her history teacher was feeling really happy because of the reaction everyone gave for his speech. Primadonna was also cheering a bit but then suddenly she saw a bit moment in the corner of her eye and saw That Jeremy was stumbling a bit and there was also a cup in his which Primadonna guessed was alcohol.

Then Primadonna saw Vicki trying to stop Tyler going towards Jeremy, one thing everyone in the whole school knew, including the new kids, is that Jeremy Gilbert and Tyler Lockwood were not a fan of each other.

She turned to her right to tell Bonnie to stop the incoming fight but saw that she was now not there so she decided to stop it herself and as she was going near, she heard Tyler say "Don't look down, You can have her when I am done"

Primadonna gritted her teeth thinking 'Seriously? He can't be more of a jerk?' this line then triggered Jeremy so he went towards Tyler too and punched him in the face. Primadonna then started running than walking towards them when Tyler had shoved Jeremy on a car which made alcohol bottle shatter on the ground.

Primadonna then went towards Vicki and said "Why aren't you stopping them?" then Vicki shook her head in worry and said "They both are fighting like made people, anyone who butts in, will surely get hurt."

Then Primadonna left Vicki and grabbed Tyler from behind to stop him, but Tyler pushed her away and she fell on the floor, which made her hand fall on a piece of glass.

Bonnie and Caroline came up to her and then Caroline said" Yikes.. You need to get it healed.. " then Bonnie said" Here, take my car keys, there is an emergency medical kit there, do you want me to come?"

Primadonna then said" No it's fine, I will go."Primadonna then got up, and dusted herself off with her uninjured hand and left to go to the parking lot.

As soon as she reached Bonnie's truck, she sat on the backside of it and took out the kit, then she carefully removed the glass piece and then calmed herself down.

Then she turned down to get a cotton and then wiped the blood off which showed "Wait what? I am sure there was a cut! I even removed the glass!" Primadonna then touched her hand again but there was no cut.

Now confused, she decided to go back to the field when she heard "Or, I could just eat her." wait what? She then bent down behind the vehicle she was near and looked out and saw Stefan and Damon were talking about something.

She was about to go back when she realised Damon had talked about eating someone, not something.. 'wait.. Is Damon a cannibal!? And who is he eating.?!

"You are not going to hurt her Damon" then Primadonna heard "No.?" Damon said in an amused tone, then she heard Stefan said "No, because I know that deep down you care about her, feel for her. I was scared that you had become the monster that you pretended to be."

Then Damon replied "whose pretending?" Primadonna was now scared 'I knew it! Something was wrong with these brothers. God I wish Elena could see this now, thank god my little crush on Stefan is dead now.. But that weird dream? Let's just ignore it.'

Then she heard Stefan say" Then Kill me" Primadonna's eyes went wide and then she thought 'wait what? Are they killing each other?'

Then Damon scoffed and said "Well, I am tempted" then Stefan shook his head and said "No, you're not. You've had lifetimes to do it and yet, here I am. I'm still alive. And there you are, you're still haunting me. After 145 years. Katherine is dead. And you hate me because you loved her, and you torture me because you still do. And that, my brother, is your humanity."

Then Primadonna was now in a shock 'wait.. Are they 145 years old?! What the hell!? Are they even human?!' then Primadonna saw her teacher, Mr. Tanner moving towards the boys 'Oh no.'

" Salvatore what hell?!we've got a game to play! And have you seen Neris?! The whole cheer squad is searching for her with her uniform in Bonnie's hand goddammit."

Then Before Stefan could do anything Damon sped off behind Tanner and killed him. Primadonna was now stunned.

She let out a pretty loud gasp as Tanner fell on the floor with a pool of blood,then she suddenly closed her mouth wishing they didn't heard her.

"You hear that brother? I believe we had an audience for our wonderful performance" Damon said as his eyes were now dark and veins were popping out near his eyes.

Then Stefan replied with a shaky voice "Please, Damon leave that person alone.. Let them go.." then Damon said "Oh no, we can't, let's play hide and seek stranger, even though I know where you are."

Primadonna then turned around and tried to run but then suddenly Damon's monstrous face was now in front of her and before she could scream he grabbed her and turned her around and blocked her mouth with his hand and rushed them back to Stefan, when Stefan saw her, his eyes went wide.

"Oh look brother, we had a VIP audience, little miss Tsimehcla Heiress with us, now what would daddy Tsimehcla think if he looses his only owner to his multi billion chain? Shall we take it? We can compel him to do so."

Stefan then said "Please leave her Damon, she is Elena's friend! You can't kill her! You can't kill anybody like that." Then Damon said "Boo, wrong answer"

He now his fangs out and was about to bite her when suddenly an amythest coloured force threw him away from her. Both the brothers were now shocked but knew that it wasn't Primadonna as they couldn't feel anything supernatural out of her.

Damon then turned back to normal and then got up, dusted his leather jacket off and said "Anyone, Anytime, any place" He then Grabbed Primadonna and shoved her at Stefan which made him catch her and place her behind him "Don't ever-even for a second-think I have my humanity. Oh wait. Almost forgot.Compel her brother, I don't want her screaming around vampires! Eek save me! After we go."

Stefan then reluctantly nodded and Then grabbed Primadonna face and then his pupils went large and he said" You saw nothing which happened here, you were coming back after finding something in your car and then saw Tanner dead and will scream as soon as we leave and you hear a snap."

Primadonna then pushed Stefan away and said" What the hell are you saying Stefan, what do you guys want? My dad can give it to you, trust me at this! But please leave me alone."

Damon was about to leave but then when he heard her both the brothers were shocked and Damon came back and scoffed saying" Drinking bambi really weakened you brother that your Compulsion doesn't even work anymore.. She was supposed to do everything you said now.. But I don't see her mindlessly repeating what you said. "

Then Damon pushed Stefan away and grabbed Primadonna face roughly and repeated the lines Stefan had said before but with little more frustration, Primadonna still didn't feel anything happening to her but she knew the brothers might kill her if it doesn't happen again so she decided to act and follow what Damon had said earlier.

"I was walking back after finding something in my car and then I saw Tanner dead on the floor and I will scream when you guys will leave and snap." Damon then smirked and then he said "That's how it's done"

Both the brothers left and then Primadonna placed her hand on her mouth, hyperventilating, then she suddenly heard a snap and gave the whole school her scream queen type scream.

1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:47

Primadonna was now between many students while Bonnie, Elena and surprisingly even Caroline were comforting her.

"God Prim.. This is the second time you saw someone like that except this time the person's dead." Caroline said, which made Elena and Bonnie glare at her, which made the blonde girl shrug.

Primadonna then closed her eyes when suddenly she saw Damon's face with dark eyes again and then when she quickly opened them she saw that she had bit of blood of Mr. Tanner on her sleeve when she had fell when the amythest force had made her fall down and Damon away from her.

She got up and said "Uh, I need to go, see you at the lock wood Manor tomorrow, bye" she waved them off and ran away to her car, when she reached her home she was got in her bathroom, turned on the shower and got in without removing her clothes and started to cry her eyes out because of everything that happened with her since the brothers have entered her normal extra character life.

[nella09archive]

Marriage. 76

Chapter 76: Back to school

Today we go back to school, and I asked dad to take me. I was so happy that he agreed. As I got ready the night before, I was getting more and more excited. Not only was dad going to take me, we were taking the same route as Gohan. I always from it funny how we went to school in the same city, but didn’t cross paths. Gohan school was deeper in, compared to mines. And it was always mom who took me on nimbus, since Gohan started being a superhero. I wonder what will happen now that dad’s back. Would that mean mom is going to be home by herself?

As we sat for dinner, I couldn’t help think about how I get to tell my friends my dad came back. It’ll be so awesome. Then Gohan had to open his big mouth. “How in the world we’re going to avoid the media, and being question? Since, you know, the events at the tournament.” Great. Be the downer to my happy mood.

“Is big brother camera shy?” He gave me a mean look, and I went back to eating my food. “Why do you ask Videl how she handles being around cameras.”

“That’s it!” I was just about to make a break for it, when mom spoke up.

“Boys! No super sayian at the table! Now apologize!” Sure, when pigs fly.

“You can fly, and you’re a pig.” That’s it! I’m drawing in your in your textbooks. I was just about to leave the table, till I was pulled back by Gohan. I have half a mind to blast you. “Same squirt.”

“Boys!” That stopped us in our tracks. When mom says it, we know she means business. Yet sometimes we still continue arguing. But ever since dad came back, stuff been slightly different. For example, right now. The way he says it was very intimating, that it could even rival uncle Vegeta. And uncle Vegeta is always intimating. We ended up giving each other angry looks as we finished dinner. Tonight, was dad’s turn to tuck me in. “What was that about? You were in such a happy mood.”

“Gohan ruined it. He just had to open his big mouth.” I crossed my arms and pouted.

“Don’t let that get to you. He’s just worried is all. Besides, you still looking forward for when I take you to school?”

“Yeah! And maybe you could pick me up too!” That idea got me really excited again. Plus, dad agreed, and so, I went to sleep with a big smile.

…

After I tucked Goten to bed, and made sure Gohan was ok, did I finally go to our room. “Does the boys always make a big fuss like that?”

“Sometimes. You should see them when they’re really angry at each other.”

“Oh joy.” She giggled. “What?”

“Oh nothing. Just remembering a few times, I had to punish the boys for throwing ki blast at each other.”

“They did what?”

“Nothing too big. Usually it’s Gohan, when Goten tries to wake him up. It was very hard to clean up after that.” She was giving me an angry look, as if she was blaming me. What did I do? “You’re the reason they can do that easily. Because the last I check, I sure couldn’t do that.”

“Now that’s a lie.” I walked over to her, and placed my hands on her hips. “Last I check, a certain someone is able to use ki. But she doesn’t use it the way we do, at times. Because if I recall.” Pointing to myself for dramatic emphasis. “She not only kick me out of our room, the first night she had her period. But also, she threw a ki blast at me, for trying to get back in.” She was blushing at that. “So, don’t blame me for the boys throwing ki blast at each other. I will let you blame me for how strong the ki blast are.” She hits my chest, and turns to start heading to bed. Then an idea popped up. “Would you like me to teach you any of my special moves? You know, for fun, and maybe use it against me.”

“I’m your wife, I don’t need special moves to take you down.” Aw, that actually made me sad. “But. It would be a nice excuse to spend time with you.” Even though that made me a bit happier. I still wish she did it because she wanted to beat me. “Don’t give me that face. You just want me to beat you up, don’t you?” I nod my head. “You’re so silly, but fine. You can start tomorrow, once you drop off Goten.” I gave her a big kiss, and with that we went to sleep.

…

As we flew to Satan City, I changed into my custom. “But what’s the point if they already know?”

“I guess force of habit, little bro.” As we reached the halfway point, dad warned me to be prepared. When I asked why, he wouldn’t say. It was when we started seeing the edge of the city, did I come to realized why dad warned me. “How long you knew?” He didn’t answer, but just smiled. We stopped midflight, at the edge of the city. “Good morning Videl.” She just huff at me, and we continued flying. Dad and Goten parted, and left us alone. I tried saying good morning again, and this time I got an answer.

“Didn’t you say you’ll meet me at 7? What took so long? Making me wait 30 extra minutes!”

“Sorry, I over slept. Won’t happen again.”

“It better not. Besides, don’t you have a cell phone, so I could reach you?” I told her I didn’t and she was surprised. “Some teenager you are.” She started laughing.

“Hey. Not my fault.”

“How about after school, I’ll get you one.”

“No, it’s ok.”

“Too bad. I’m still going to do it.” Why when I could do this? “Hey! No fair!” You could do it to, if you tried. “But what if I don’t want to. And besides, it’s more fun to use a phone.” If you insist. “Nerd boy.” HEY! She started laughing, and tried to out speed me. I caught up to her, and flew backwards, so she can see me.

“You forget. I’m way faster.” I couldn’t help smirk at that. And she gave me an angry glare. “What you going to do? Hit me? As if you could, and you won’t be able to catch me either.” I flew at top speed to the school’s roof. Once there, I put my custom away, and just waited. When she landed, she walked right passed me. I couldn’t help smile at that. But the moment we open the door to the roof, we came face to face with our friends.

The rest of the morning was Sharpner, Mark, and Erasa asking me questions on what I could actually do. They just wouldn’t stop. It got to the point I wanted to scream. I even had to sit out P.E, since I would be a advantage to whatever team I was on. The only good thing about today, so far. I was even able to catch up on assignments that I missed. During lunch things finally got quiet. Quiet enough that I finish eating quickly, so I could continue working on assignments. Sharpner was trying to ask why do I even bother, since I can do so much more. Videl on the other hand was asking for my help with her assignments. “When did this happened? And why didn’t you tell me, Videl? I thought we were like sisters.” Erasa just had to ask that, now even Sharpner was asking. But we got saved by the bell.

After class we all to the nearby mall. There Videl how is it possible to be Bulma’s nephew, and not have all the coolest stuff. I tried explaining to her how I just didn’t feel I needed it. She ended up not only buying me a phone, but a laptop too. I really don’t know how to repay you. “You don’t have to. Now come on, let’s go to my place and set you up.” That’s when I started feeling nervous. This would be the first time I go to her house.

Her room smelled really nice. It actually made it hard to focus. Not only did she help me setup, we also did a few assignments. Once done, I had to rush home. We agreed that I be on time tomorrow, and that we should study together more often. On the way home I couldn’t stop smiling. I really couldn’t believe it. I was in Videl’s room! And she even asked to study together! I was so excited, that I couldn’t stop smiling. The moment I entered the house, dad just had to say something. It didn’t kill my mood, but it sure made me feel like I was on fire. “So, how was your little race?”

…

I can’t believe this! Not only is the class bully afraid of me, but so are my classmates. The only ones who talked to me were the ones I considered my friends. They were also the only ones who played with me during recuses. The teacher even seemed scared of me. And all I asked was for some more crayons. I now see why big brother was so worried. I won’t make fun of him ever again about this. Then when dad came to pick me up, he almost gave my class a heart attack. “Dad! You can’t do that.” He kept saying sorry, all the way till we got home.

Mom was acting funny when we came home. When I looked at dad, even he looked scared. As I told mom and dad about my day, we noticed Gohan wasn’t home yet. Looks like I get dibs on tv after dinner. When he did get home, he had the biggest smile ever. It probably had something to do with Videl. After dinner Gohan didn’t want to watch tv with us. Saying he had assignments to catch up. Well looks like cartoons till bedtime it is.

…

After I dropped off Goten, I instant transmission to Chichi. She was in the middle of putting the dishes away, when I popped behind her. Thank goodness I grabbed the dishes in time. Don’t want her yelling at me for that. She did yell at me for popping out of nowhere. Once she calm down, and finished cleaning the kitchen, did we talked about what she wanted me to teach her. I was excited by her choices.

The rest of the day went by well. Ok. Maybe I got a little handy with my teaching, but my wife is too irresistible. It took some explaining, and showing for her to see what I meant. When it came to testing it out, I was impressed she was able to do it right away. Than again, this is my wife, she can do anything. And when she tried the techniques on me, I actually felt pain. Yeah, this is definitely my wife. “You sure you’re not just letting me hurt you?”

“Letting you practice, yes. But you actually are hurting me. My strong little wife.” She was now blushing, and I couldn’t help smile even more. “If you keep this up, I might not be able to help myself.” She asked what I meant, and I pointed down. She then picked me up, and threw me. “What was that for?”

“Even being dead for years, you still haven’t learned!” What do you mean? “GOKU! I just love you! It’s almost time to start getting Goten, so put that away!” Why not help me? Cause your screaming is just making it worse. “GOKU!” Mm. Keep it up. She was blushing heavily as she storm inside. I counted to five, before I got up and walk to the house. She’s cooking our lunch. “Did you even learned how to deal with that?”

“It was hard, at first. Maybe took a couple of months. After the whole shock of being dead, and excitement, is when I started having problems. I tried to stay away from everyone. I needed time alone. Also, during that time, I deal with other things.”

“Oh, would you tell me about it?”

“Of course. Where should I begin?”

“Let’s keep that conversation, after the boys goes to bed.” Is there a reason why? “I want to give it my full attention.” OK. Love you. “Love you, too.”

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Ch75