in an alleyway

Hurtful Honesty (Part 2)

Maybe returning to the countryside was the best option. It’s my first evening back in the city and I’m already faced with so much, so how am I suppose to build up from here?

As I exit from the alleyway, leaving Jinyoung behind me, I put back on my hood. I feel my pockets for the extra cash I saved, hoping it’d be enough to last me for the week until I can find a part-time job and rent a little place.

“Thinking of leaving so soon?”

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anonymous asked:

Human!Drift, Rodimus, Swerve, and Perceptor reaction to meeting a Cybertronian!s/o and falling for them (Like the wheeljack ask you did a while back)

(here is the link to that other ask) I meant to do all 4 of them im so sorry but i got carried away with drift and had to stop *cri*


Drift was actually… not in a good place at the time he met you. In high school, things just got (more) difficult for him. He still didn’t fit in anywhere and he wasn’t really sure how to make it so that he could. His grades were decent, but the only thing he really excelled at was anything that involved physical activity. 

It was a sweltering day when you two crossed paths. When he was walking home from school, he’d turned to cross into a shaded alleyway to avoid the sun and the swarms of popular kids that always pushed him around. Cars occasionally went by as he walked, and part of him thought that one of them could hit him and he’d be alright with it. 

One car stopped dead in front of him and people got out shouting at him, and Drift didn’t even budge. He’s been through it all before. Stand still and take the beating. You can’t outrun a vehicle. One boy smacked his phone out of his hand and it went clattering to the dusty ground. The revving of an engine fired up in the distance, but Drift knew that it wasn’t the same car. He expected to have more visitors soon, joining the ones already having a great time with him. A different kid shoved him from behind and he heard his own neck crack as he shot forward. The first boy sent a swift punch to his stomach when Drift finally caught his balance again, making him cough and gasp for air while the howling of a high-performance engine got nearer and nearer. 

The boy grabbed Drift’s jaw like a vice. “Tell me what you’re gonna do about it.” 

Drift’s stomach twisted both in pain and in anticipation. 

“I said tell me.”

“I won’t have to.” Tears stung Drift’s eyes as he reeled back and cracked his fist against the side of the boy’s head, making nearly direct contact with his ear. The boy drew back in rage, hardly shoving Drift away and groaning in pain the whole time Drift stood there, completely stunned at his own action. He turned his back on his attacker, just in time to catch the other boy’s palm flat against his throat. Drift’s hand was throbbing but he could barely feel it over the choking pain that enveloped his entire body as he crumpled to the ground. 

He couldn’t breathe. He was losing consciousness. He was slipping. The last thing he remembered seeing was the shadowy figures of the two boys looming over him, ready to jump him. Then, dust. Clouds of dust. The squealing of tires spinning out. A loud tch tsche tsche tsche ksh sounded from beside him, and he was being lifted off of the ground by what felt like two large metal hands wrapped around his body. Ambulance, probably. But he had no idea how it could have gotten here so fast. It was his last thought before completely succumbing to the pain in his body.

And time went by.

It was funny, now that Drift thought about it. Months later, after learning about who you are and what you’re here for, he realized that he could relate to a gigantic alien robot better than he could relate to anyone he has ever met. And he cared about you more than anyone, too. Drift didn’t really want to admit it out loud, but he knew what the feelings were even when they first showed up. Sure, he was falling for you. You saved him in every sense of the word and expected nothing in return, how could he not love you? He had someone, and… well, he had someone. That meant more to him than pretty much anything else. He constantly asked himself how he could not be smitten from that point on.

It was a quiet night and Drift wasn’t doing much of anything. You had transformed and driven you both down by the river, which Drift revealed was one of his favourite places to go to get away from everything that bothered him. You both hadn’t said very much and that was just fine, just enjoying the peaceful company that the other brought. It wasn’t until he stopped skipping stones across the water and instead stood very still that seemed to (finally) get your full attention.

“You okay?” You asked him. 

Drift sighed and dropped down to a squat. 

“Drift.”

“I like you,” he admitted, and was fully prepared for you to be upset by that fact– because of course, what kind of a relationship was that supposed to entail.

“I… like you too.” Another admission. 

Drift thought he’d push his boundaries. He’s already come this far. “I love you.”

Brightly glowing eyes settled on Drift’s where he now knelt on the ground. “I do not understand. I cannot compute the concept of love,” you replied in a rather monotonous voice and expressionless face, and as tears formed in Drift’s eyes and his shoulders sank with a noticeable sadness, you chuckled. 

“I’m just kidding. I love you too, Drift.”

anonymous asked:

Do u think Jay is claustrophobic? He doesn't like staying in cars for too long, prefers riding a motorcycle, Doesn't take the subway cos there are too many people, doesn't walk down very narrow alleyways or hallways, anxious about having to go into any type of underground tunnel for a mission, is startled when Bizzaro unexpactantly hugs him from behind, will not hide in a closet even if he has to. It why he keeps his livin space so neat and orderly, so it doesn't feel like its closing in on him

I don’t think it’s debilitating, from necessity if nothing else. He has to function as a vigilante.

I headcanon it as a preference to avoid enclosed spaces and on bad days, yeah it probably impacts him way more than he’d like. I tie it entirely to spaces, not people, so Bizarro hugging him wouldn’t feel enclosed the same way that hiding in a closet would. 

Two innocent words
Started a dangerous journey

From laughter sent by carrier pigeon
To late night dancing and walks down narrow alleyways

From simple strolls by the ocean sunset
To clandestine meetings at mountain tops

From warm to cold, from north to south
Our worlds were expanded
and our hearts were exposed

I put on my red dress
Ready for adventure
But with all this baggage
we don’t longer travel lightly

So the journey ends tonight
With two guilty words

Sleep tight

Crossing Midnight - A NITW AU/short story

The general idea is that the story features Casey Hartley, who comes to as he’s falling down a deep hole, at the bottom hes greeted to a network of complete tunnels. He begins to journey in an attempt to find… he’s not sure what. A way out? His friends? To his cousins place? He eventually makes it out of the tunnels and explores a strange world full of moving forests, bustling alleyways, and entire towns on the backs of trains. He meets a myriad of people, some that remind him of old stories about the stars and others that are as lost as he is, wandering. 

The endgame gist is that he accepts his own death. there’s still some stuff I’m playing with, like the concept of him actually fighting the Black Goat or the gods or whatever, possibly having a chance to go back to life and having to turn it down, but I’m not really sure about any of them. I do know that he uses a lead pipe to protect himself which is pretty sweet.