#alpine im so confused why did you do that

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Frustrated Pierre 😟

#pierre gasly #alpine im so confused why did you do that #bébé

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summary: yngasly has become a fan favourite on the track. As the proud baby sister of Pierre Gasly she never fails to show her unwavering support for him. But, is he the only driver she is rooting for in the paddock ?

The PitBox Crew Series

read Part 1 here

The Enstone Life

f1drivers x yngasly

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a/n: im so sorry for the google translate french! i tried my best 😬

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1 February 2023

yngasly

England

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yngasly just dropped by to say hi to my new bestie Big Ben ! gonna see you around often 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿☕️

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carmenmmundt cant believe you would ditch me for Big Ben ☹️ but im still happy you are here !!! we are gonna have loads of fun together 😍

yngasly OH YES!! finally staying 1 hour away from you !! 🥰

pedrogaseoso OMG she moved to England with her brother!! 🤩

landonorris need a tour guide? you know who to call 👀

yngasly ghostbusters? 👻

landonorris 🙄

norris4life omgg her humour reminds me of danny 😂

yngasly i was kidding 😂 i might actually take you up on it !!

f1fan OMG i love her ! is she gonna be at every race now ?

gaslyyyyy i hope so ! pierre and her are an unbreakable duo

paulgasly Reste en sécurité là-bas ! Tu connais l'affaire and please please listen to pierre 🙏🏽

translated: stay safe down there! you know the deal

yngasly Bien sûr, je le ferai grand frère!

translated: ofcourse i will big brother!

yukitsunoda0511 why didnt anyone tell me that if pierre went to alpine you would go there too ☹️😭

yngasly @yukitsunoda0511 awww yukisan, im still gonna be around !! but im gonna miss you lots 🥺

yukierre poor yuki !! he lost his boyfriend and bestfriend !! double divorce 😭😭

yuki22 OMG i never thought this would happened 😭 no more late night cooking vlogs from these two 😭😭

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pierregasly

Enstone, England

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pierregasly when they said you have to move to England, i didnt think that meant “bring your sister along” 😂 lets see what happens 👀

charles_leclerc can’t believe i have to take a plane to see the two of you now 😡

maxverstappen1 you are upset as though you would not see them in the paddock at all

maximilianverstappen MAX DID NOT HOLD BACK 😂

supermax Max out here to remind charles that he is still here

alpinef1team two Gaslys in England we hit the jackpot 😄 Welcome to Enstone Pierre and Yn!

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paulgasly why do i suddenly feel that maybe this was not a good idea 🤔

yngasly it was the best idea ever!! thank you for convincing Papa and Maman ❤️

lorenzotl pierre and yn in England what could go wrong ?

paulgasly this isnt helping enzo 😑

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16 February 2023

yngasly

London, England

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yngasly back in london with Pedro ! My Alpine era has begun 💙

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alpinef1team 💙💙💙

yngaslyfans blue always looks good on you 😍

pierregasly you have got to stop with the Pedro

yngasly no never !!

lissiemackintosh looking stunning as ever 🤩

yngasly thank you queen 👑

charles_leclerc just saying red has always been your colour 💃🏼

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pierregasly no it has not ! its always been blue

sharll What is going on in the house of commons 👀

leclerc16 not yn liking charles comment 😳

landonorris why choose red or blue when you know you orange is so much better 🧡

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pierregasly NO Lando!! blue has always been her colour

landonorris has it ? 👀

norris4life not yn liking lando’s comment too

sharll wait im confused i thought charles and her had a thing ?

landino you’re confused ? im flipping confused 😐

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28 February 2023

yngasly posted on their story

charles_leclerc posted on their story

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5 March 2023

yngasly

Bahrain

liked by charles_leclerc, francisca.cgomes and 792, 628 others

yngasly its lights out and away we go in Bahrain !! New Year, New Team and finally NOT penalty points for Pierre ! 🤩

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pierregasly it was going great till it wasnt 🤦🏼 i hate you 😠

yngasly you love me and what are little sisters for ❤️

charles_leclerc i was having a pretty shit day but this just made it better ❤️🤩 (you should wear the hat all the time) 😉

yngasly anytime charlie boy 😄 we will see about the hat 🤔

alpinef1team 💙

f1fans Yn is brutal!! I love her 😍

pedrogaseoso Falling for Yn was not on my 2023 Bingo Card!

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isahernaez so happy to be back in the paddock with you !! ❤️

yngasly its been too long bestie !! missed you too much 🥺

pierregasly its only been 1 month 🤔

yngasly you don’t understand 1 month is too long 😭

yukitsunoda0511 YAY IM STILL HERE

yngasly i follow the rules!! without you photo dumps are incomplete 😃

landonorris THAT JACKET!!! love it ! wear it all the time 🧡

yngasly maybe i should get a hat to match it *hint hint* 🤭

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sharll she knows what she is doing!! we love a smart girl 😍

landino tbf i dont even think the boys know what is going on

f1fans i have got the popcorn ready !! im so ready for this 🍿

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f1fans NO WAY she just liked my comment !! bestie please tell us what is happening we are dying in suspense 🧐

pedrogaseoso id pay money rn to see the look on pierre’s face when he finds both lando and charles flirting with his baby sister💰

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smoothoperatorrr not carlos and isa joining the drama

f1fans buckle up boys and girls! its gonna be one hella amazing season !! 😍

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credits: all pictures are found from pinterest and instagram

a/n: thank you for reading this far !! i didnt expect the first part of The Pitbox Crew to do so well! If you have any suggestions send them to me!! I would love to hear them ◡̈

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[forever-rogue]

OH I HAVE AN IDEA like an angsty fic where bucky and reader have a miscommunication and it causes a fight between them and they are both like ???? “we’ve never yelled at each other ??? what is this” AND IDK I JUST WANT ANGST

So, head empty, very little thoughts, but I hope this works and you like it 🥺

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You sang along to the music that was playing softly in the background as you showered and got ready for your day. You’d had a late start, easily giving into Bucky and staying in bed for just five more minutes, which had really turned out to be almost another hour. The good thing about being the boss was that you could afford to be late every once in a while. Bucky was in the kitchen, whipping up a quick breakfast before he too needed to leave and go about his day.

“Sugar,” he called out to you as you washed your hair. You could faintly make out his voice as you carried on, but figured you’d be able to make out what he was saying well enough, “I’ve got everything made and prepared just how you like it!”

You thought nothing of it for a moment and continued to wash your hair; but about halfway through the motions, you stopped in surprise. What had he actually said?

“Bucky? Bub, what did you say?” you quickly rinsed out our hair before pulling back the shower curtain as you tried to listen in. Had he really said he was mad?

“It’s all done! I’m done,” he called back as he covered your plate for you to find once you got out of the shower. He grabbed his travel mug of coffee and headed towards the door, giving Alpine a quick pet before leaving, “bye honey. Running late and gotta go - I’m leaving!”

“Bucky!” you almost slipped and fell as you tore back the shower curtain and almost jumped out of the shower. It was still running as you haphazardly grabbed a towel and darted down the hall and into the kitchen. But he was already gone; the only thing that was left behind was the faint smell of his cologne. Swallowing the nervous lump in your throat, you trudged back down the hall to finish your shower. You were already running late and whatever this was - whatever had just happened - would need to wait until later.

Had Bucky really just broken up with you in the midst of a shower? It sure seemed like it right now.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you sat down and stared at your computer screen. You’d had the same spreadsheets and charts pulled up for the last two hours and made almost no progress. You swore that almost every single interaction you’d had with Bucky over the last week was playing on loop in your mind. You were desperately trying to figure out where you’d gone wrong, what had caused him to snap.

In an effort to alleviate your own fears, you’d texted Bucky to get a response from him and see what was going on. But you hadn’t heard back from him. You’d sent three messages before deciding not to bombard him. But still...if he was just up and leaving you after almost three years together, he owed you at least a small explanation.

You opened google and quickly pulled up an apartment search, already resigned yourself to the idea that you’d need to find a new place fast. Being around for too long would be too hard and you didn’t want to subject to more torture than necessary. And Alpine! You’d need to decide what to do with your beloved cat - Alpine loved you equally, how were you to choose who would get the fluffy little thing? And all the friends in common you shared...who would they side with?

“Fuck,” you groaned at nothing in particular and decided to focus on your work. At least that would keep you distracted and your brain focused on something other than Bucky. You would figure out everything else tonight. It would all be fine. This was no big deal; maybe your world was falling apart...but you would handle it. You always did.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

When you finally allowed yourself to go home that evening, you were shocked to find the lights on and Bucky in the kitchen. He was on the phone with someone, his new girlfriend or someone like that you immediately presumed, moving about the kitchen as he finished dinner. You choked up as you watched the domestic scene that was so normal to you by now. But this time, it felt so wrong.

You stormed in and for whatever reason, you decided that grabbing a pillow and throwing it at Bucky was a good idea. You picked the soft thing up in your arms and hurled at him, who suddenly realized you were home and yelped in surprise as he dodged the offending object. He raised his eyebrows in surprise as he pointed to the earbuds in ears as he turned back to the stove.

You were seeing red by now as you stormed in the kitchen and ripped his earbuds out. He was so stunned by your sudden actions, he jumped back and offered up a shocked look.

“What the fuck are you doing here!?” you shouted at him as you threw the buds on the floor, half tempted to stomp them, “how fucking dare you!”

“Sugar, what on earth are you talking about?” he grabbed his phone off the counter and ended the call without hesitation. Your chest heaved as you waited for some sort of explanation, “what’s going on? Are you alright?”

“No, I’m not alright! How on earth could I be alright?” you threw your hands up in exasperation as you tried to unsuccessfully hold back your tears. He was so calm and nonchalant about everything it was almost more frustrating than anything else.

“Okay...something is going on. Care to enlighten me?” he tried to reach up and wipe your tears away but you flinched out of his touch, “sugar?”

“Y-you! It’s you!” you cried softly as he motioned for you to explain just what it was about him that was the problem.

“What about me…?”

“You just break up with me this morning and tell me you’re leaving me and then you just come back like nothing has happened?” as soon as the words left your mouth, Bucky’s mouth dropped open. It was news to him that he’d broken up with you, “and you didn’t answer my texts all day! I deserve some sort of explanation!”

“I didn’t...I didn’t break up with you, Sugar,” he stated simply as you tilted to your head in confusion, trying to decide if he was pulling your leg or being honest, “why would I leave you? That makes no sense. I love you - I’m in love with you!”

“This morning,” you whispered softly, “you said you were done and you were leaving. When I was in the shower.”

His brows furrowed as he tried to figure out what exactly you were talking about. But then it hit him and he struggled not to burst out laughing. He gnawed on his lip as he fervently shook his head, “my sweet girl, you...well you heard me correctly, but incorrectly at the same time.”

“What? I-I swear…”

“What I said was breakfast was done and that I was leaving for work because I was running late too,” he explained as you tried to replay all that you had heard. Maybe...maybe you hadn’t heard him correctly at all - and in turn jumped to the worst possible conclusion, “I had to run...I’m sorry I didn’t come into the bathroom and say goodbye. Maybe that would have solved this whole thing.”

“You’re not..leaving me?” you asked as he just shook his head and took the opportunity to wrap his arms around you, “you still love me?”

“I find it both hilarious and concerning that you so easily thought I would just leave,” he kissed the top of your head as you held onto him as tightly as possible, “of course I’m not leaving. You never have to worry about that, sugar. I love you so much, silly girl. You sweet, silly girl.”

“I’m an absolute idiot,” you mumbled as you buried your face in his shoulder. You couldn’t believe that you jumped from A to Z so quickly and without a moment of hesitation, “I’m sorry, Bub. I feel like I wouldn’t blame you if you did want to leave me now.”

“Never,” he promised softly, “even if you do have moments of being ridiculous. Just like I do.”

“If I ever do something so dumb again,” you huffed as you pulled back and looked at those ocean eyes, “just smack some sense into me. But I...you didn’t answer my texts.”

“Texts?” he seemed genuinely confused as he reached for his phone and correctly scrolled through his messages. You could see that there were none from you, “what are you…I was in bad reception today. Blame Sam, that I was just on the phone with, for that one. They probably never came through. I’m sorry, honey. If they’d come in, maybe we could have avoided this whole situation, huh?"

“Some bad luck on top of it,” you hid your face behind your hands and sighed heavily, “James. I..I’m so sorry for everything. I just downright acted like a fool today. I don’t even know where to begin to apologize. I love you, Bub. I hope you can forgive me, but if not...I would-”

“Hey,” he put his hand under chin and turned your face up to meet his own. His smile was lilting and gentle and his eyes soft, “I love you. It’s alright done and forgotten. Are you hungry? Dinner’s just about finished.”

“I love you more than anything,” you whispered as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, “I just...my emotions were so all over the place today. Like out of control, A to Z. I don’t know what happened.”

“Shit happens,” he dismissed it with a slight scoff as he reached for some dishes, “I’m yours, sugar. Always.”

“Me too,” you agreed as you leaned against the counter, watching him with nothing but adoration. It was then that another realization - and possibly an explanation - hit you. It felt like a punch in the gut, “shit.”

“What?” Bucky asked as he started to plate dinner, “everything okay?”

“Yeah,” you smiled nervously, “just remembered something I forgot to do today.”

“As long as you’re alright…”

“I am,” you promised. You could worry about this later, “hey - I love you so much, Bucky. You know that right?”

“I love you too. Always.”

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[wienerbarnes]

A Certain Romance (3/6)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,188

Warnings: none!

A/N: this ones a little short but things will get juicy soon😃

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Mind if I come over? Im w/ Sam, we’re in the area and he insists that I should have breakfast with my boyfriend

Bucky receives the text from you as he sets out the carton eggs on the counter. Sam went on a run this morning, meeting up with you on your own morning run, coincidentally, he’s sure, and he can only imagine the poking and prodding you’re experiencing.

How do u like ur eggs? Is his response.

As he cracks egg after egg into the pan, he realizes that this is the first time the two of you will be in front of Sam together as a couple.

His appetite dissipates for a minute as he’s taken back to grade school. He feels as though he’s about to present a project he’s not prepared for or about to be given a pop quiz. He feels a similar pit in his stomach; like having to face the elderly nuns of his old Protestant church.

What the hell are you so nervous for? You’re not even dating this girl and it’s just Sam.

He supposes it’s that involuntary urge to impress, the feeling that he has to try harder to keep this secret, that in hindsight, isn’t as big of a deal as it feels like. He’s kept worse secrets in his life, he knows.

He glances around at his small apartment, blankets still muddled together on the floor in front of the television from when he woke up. He lowers the heat on the stove and goes to fold up the blankets and make it look as though he wasn’t sleeping on the floor all night.

It’s sooner than Bucky would’ve hoped that there’s a knock on the door. He opens it to reveal two very sweaty individuals, one in basketball shorts and a sweatshirt and the other in dangerously short workout shorts and a sports bra. Luckily for him, you’re the one in the bra and not Sam.

“Hi, babe.” You coo, still panting a bit, as you reach on your toes to plant a kiss on his cheek.

Sam follows after you as Bucky rests a hand on your sweaty lower back, politely leading you over towards his kitchen counter where he pulls the stool out for you.

He ignores Sam’s question of if he’ll pull out his seat for him as well and moves back over to the stove to finish making everyone's eggs.

You wordlessly get up and move to his fridge, though never having been to his apartment before, you grab the package of bacon and some spinach to help him finish up breakfast. The two of you dance around each other similarly to how you did when he was at your apartment last time about a week and a half ago, working together seamlessly to make breakfast.

Neither of you notice when Sam sneaks away to the bathroom, seemingly uncomfortable and feeling third-wheel-ish at the sight of his coupled up friends. You glance over your shoulder to see the empty room and step a little closer to Bucky.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Are you?”

“Yeah. Nice place.”

“Thanks.”

It’s a tad awkward, but he can tell it’s not because of him. You seem to have the same problem as he does; not knowing exactly what is and isn’t allowed between the two of you but having to suddenly put on this performance in front of Sam.

“Sorry, if kissing you like that caught you off guard.” You tell him timidly.

Is she being shy? “You’re fine. I certainly won’t complain about a pretty girl kissing me. On-on the cheek, I mean.” He corrects himself, blush forming on his cheeks.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You giggle and Sam reenters the room, a light sheen on his hands and face from the bathroom sink.

“Don’t be mackin’ on each other just cause I left the room.”

“Why, wanna watch?” You wink at him, and Bucky feels the blush travel down his neck.

“No. Where do y’all sleep here anyway -”

“We sleep at hers, Sam.” Bucky answers pointedly.

You keep quiet, unaware of the silent implications of Sam’s question.

Eggs, bacon, and cooked spinach are devoured quickly by the group, wanting to replenish the energy lost on the run, and for Bucky, needing the energy for whatever the day may bring him, such as surprise visits from his girlfriend.

“I’m gonna stretch outside for the run back.” Sam says before clapping Bucky’s hand in goodbye, obviously his attempt to give them privacy as a couple.

Alone again, you ask, “So… we sleep at mine?”

“I, uh, don’t have a bed. Or, I have a bed in the back room, but I… sleep on the floor. Don’t sleep well on mattresses. Too soft.”

He waits for a reaction. Perhaps confusion, annoyance, pity. But it doesn’t come. No, all that comes from you is a casual shrug of your shoulders and, “Oh. Okay, that makes sense.”

That makes sense. You think it makes sense. Even if it didn’t make sense to you, you wouldn’t make him feel odd about his reasoning; what effect would it have on you if he sleeps on a single blanket on the floor or not? It’s nice.

Alpine emerges from the cocoon of blankets in her small bed and you let out an exaggerated gasp, the kind a child does when entering a pet store for the first time.

“Oh my goodness, and who is this little guy?” You coo out, baby-voice in full effect. Bucky smiles as you crouch down to the floor, reaching a finger out to not scare Alpine as the cat arches her back and gives a biggggg stretchhhhh.

“Girl.” He corrects you.

“Girl. Obviously.” Alpine finishes her groggy stretch and wobbles over to you, rubbing her head around your stretched out finger, urging you to pet her completely.

“That’s Alpine.”

“Hi, Alpine. Wow. Maybe I should date you for real if you have a cat this cute.” You talk again to the cat, Alpine loving every bit of attention.

“Alright. Time to go,” Bucky chuckles, putting a hand on your shoulder to get you to stand up, “Don’t want to leave Sam waiting for your run back.”

“He’s crazy if he thinks I’m running all that back on a full stomach; I’ll walk.” He pushes you towards the door and opens it for you, revealing Sam leaning against the wall of the hallway on his phone.

“Bout time.” He comments.

“Be safe.” Bucky tells you, unsure of whatever else to say to a fresh girlfriend in front of friends.

“Thanks. I’ll see you later.” You smile cheekily at him before reaching on your tip-toes and planting a soft peck on his lips.

Nothing crazy, but Bucky wasn’t expecting it, so the blush is back as he smiles shyly at you, a smirk growing on your own face at seeing the former deadliest assassin blush at a tiny kiss on the lips.

“Let’s go before I get a toothache.” Sam chimes in again, but Bucky doesn’t look away from you until you walk off with his friend, lips still tingling.

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes series #bucky barnes au #marvel

[callumilott]

the curious case of the alpine academy: part 2

you can find part 1 here

alternatively titled: why does alpine even have an academy at this point

(don’t take this too seriously as i’m a known alpine hater but this is supported by statistics, im not just trashing for the sake of it)

right so i wrote the first part late 2020 because i was absolutely baffled by the way renault have done things. delighted to report its only gotten more and more confusing. a short recap: alpine drop and sign drivers at a faster hot potato rate than red bull do, they invented a whole new role of affiliate driver for one single junior for seemingly no reason and resigned someone they previously dropped for finishing runner-up.

lets start with the glaringly obvious: oscar piastri. undisputedly one of the best drivers in junior series right now, with 3 titles in a row as a rookie (2019, 2020, 2021) in 3 different championships. which is better than both george russell and charles leclerc (2 titles in a row as rookies) who have been hailed as the next best thing after sliced bread and are now in top teams in f1. oscar rarely makes mistakes, is a fair and honest driver and is never caught up in anything controversial. so the question remains: why does he not have a seat?

alpine have offered oscar the incredibly pathetic position of reserve driver. this just means he gets to travel to most if not all the races and sit on the sidelines. it will offer him the opportunity to get a better understanding of the inner workings of a f1 team and potentially some free practice outings or an actual drive if alonso/ocon happen to fall ill with covid but the odds of that aren’t big. for someone who has just won 3 titles in a row in order to prove himself worthy of a seat in f1, this is a poor consolation prize. 

moving on to guanyu zhou. as per my previous post he had not yet won any titles - that has now changed, he won f3 asia in january 2021. this year, he finished third in f2 after being considered a title challenger for most of the year. but, you may ask, why does he not have a seat in f1 with alpine? yeah, i asked myself the same and i’m not sure if i have a satisfactory answer but i can theorise. it’s a very simple theory: not a single alpine academy driver has been promoted to the team in recent years. presumably, they offered guanyu the same as they did oscar in the form of test driver and/or reserve driver roles and understandably, guanyu was no longer satisfied with that so he started looking outside of alpine for a team that would offer him a seat. he found it with alfa romeo. 

let’s move on to the next member of the alpine academy on my list, victor martins. victor was dropped from the rsa after the 2019 season because he did not win formula renault. he did win formula renault the following year, in 2020, and consequently was resigned to the alpine academy. he has done a stellar job in f3 this year, holding his own as a rookie against many more experienced drivers and providing excellent performances in a car that’s not considered to be that good. so why did they drop him? because he finished runner-up instead of first in 2019. 

then we have christian lundgaard, who has been with renault for a very long time and has been one of their most promising juniors for a while. this year, i’m afraid he was the victim of the second seat art curse. it just didn’t go his way. now he’s headed to indycar and i’m very curious to see if alpine will retain him. i’m not sure, indy isn’t a conventional route to f1 and they have their hands full with the other juniors who are staying in europe anyway. (i don’t think anything has been announced on this yet but i’m not sure)

lastly, caio collet. caio has also been with renault for a while and he’s also done a very solid job this year in f3 with victor. very curious to see what both of them can do in f3 (presumably) again next year. 

so my point is. alpine have an academy full of talented young drivers, including mr 3-titles-in-a-row oscar piastri, and theyre not doing ANYTHING with it. so much so that guanyu has gotten himself a seat outside of alpine because alpine simply refuses to do anything for them. yes, they have 2 drivers that are experienced for the new regulations, but at some point you can’t expect to improve and start fighting for titles all the while retaining the same guys. part of it is to take a chance on someone new. the academy isn’t just supposed to be there as a ‘oh shit we dont have a driver, quick, sign a junior’ back-up option but a place to train new drivers for your team with the intention of promoting them. and to keep them around with the eternal promise of ‘maybe someday’ is, in my opinion, just shit. 

i know we talk shit about red bulls junior programme (as we should but thats another discussion) but red bull even have a much better track record with promoting their juniors and giving them opportunities, such as yuki most recently. 

in short, alpine have one of the biggest stars of the current junior series on their hands in oscar piastri and theyre not doing anything with it. i hope oscar starts considering opportunities outside of alpine and frankly i dont understand why other teams havent been jumping at the opportunity to try and get him into a seat (i do know, its money, but ya)

#note: i hate alpine as a concept not necessarily their drivers #i couldnt fit this into the essay but in case u missed it: alpine gave a junior his first f1 drive on a disneyland parking lot. yeah #text* #i just dont understand why theyre hoarding juniors when theyre just shelving them for a rainy day #u have OSCAR of all people. and ur not making use of it??? #this is just for my own entertainment lmao #its been bothering me for ages and i cope by analysis

[baroquebucky]

an angsty oneshot where one of your guy friends is mean towards boyfriend!bucky whenever you're not around and when bucky finally confesses to you you don't believe him and side with your guy friend pretty please 🌝🌝

A/N: hey guys so i have been very unproductive so i figured I’d start writing again ! Send in bucky requests !!!! i don’t have any marvel requests rn and it makes me SAD pls send them I’ll do them i pinky swear <3333333 hope u enjoy :~)

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Your alarm went off and you reluctantly got out of bed, stretching and yawning to wake yourself up. You looked at the empty spot beside you and slightly frowned, even though it was Saturday, Bucky always went for his early runs.

You made your way to the restroom to start your morning routine, greeting Alpine on your way to the kitchen to make yourself some breakfast, debating if you should make some for bucky or if he would be home for much longer.

You grabbed your phone and called him, hearing a very out of breath super soldier on the other end of the line.

“good morning sleeping beauty” he spoke, a smile on his face as he heard you yawn.

“good morning bucket, how much longer until you get home? I’m making some breakfast so should i make you some right now or are you gonna make it yourself later” you questioned, getting some eggs out and turning on the stove.

“I’ll be there in like 5 minutes honey” he replied, turning to head back home. You smiled at his reply, “okay hurry so you can shiwer before it gets cold” you spoke, already knowing he was rolling his eyes at you.

“it’s not my fault you cat handle how sweaty i get” you scrunched you’re nose up, “you’re gross, hurry home and be safe, i love you” you smiled as you spoke.

“i love you t-”

“oh before i forget Henry is coming over for diner today! He’s in the area so i invited him over, i hope you don’t mind” you interrupted him and he stopped in his tracks, feeling his stomach drop.

“yeah ‘s fine i guess” he grumbled.

“I love you, it’s been four minutes you better hurry or else I’m eating your grilled cheese” you teased and he laughed. You hung up and finished making four grilled cheese sandwiches, putting two on your plate and two on Bucky’s, along with some scrambled eggs.

As if on cue bucky walked through the door, struggling with the lock like he did everyday.

“hi sweetheart” he smiled at you, giving you a small kiss on your cheek.

“hey buck, go shower you smell so bad oh my god” you told him, gagging away from him and he rolled his eyes, wrapping his arms around you and hold you close.

“James you let me go right now or so help me god I’ll cook for only me and alpine and you’ll be stuck with a stomach ache from you terrible eggs” you threatened, causing him to let you go after a couple of seconds.

“jeez i can’t even love my own girlfriend anymore” he scoffed and you slapped his arm.

“go shower!” You told him and he quickly patted alpine before getting a change of clothes and quickly showering while you set the plates on the table and grabbed alpines bowl to place his food in.

You sat down at the table, pulling your phone out to pass some time as you waited for bucky to finish showering, Alpine was already munching on his food.

You heard the sound of the shower stop and after five more minutes bucky came out smelling fresh and looking even better. You smiled at him as he sat next to you and gave you a small kiss.

“So why are you upset that Henry is coming?” You asked between bites, smiling to yourself when he almost choked on the sandwich.

“‘M not i don’t know what you mean, he’s great, he’s your best friend who totally respects me and is amazing” he rambled, slightly clenching his fist, causing his arm to make a small whirring sound and squishing the grilled cheese you had made him.

“buck, you obviously don’t like him, look at how you’re acting” you spoke, wiping your hands on a napkin and shifting your body to look at him directly. “what’s wrong?” Bucky looked at you, seeing the sincerity in your eyes melted his heart and he broke from the brave face he was putting on.

“he’s just mean to me” he mumbled, looking down as as munched on the sandwich in his hands, quickly finishing it so he wouldn’t have to talk.

“bucky” you spoke, a smile on your face as you held back a small chuckle, “seriously why don’t you like him?” He looked at you, his blue eyes soft, confused as to why you didn’t believe him.

“wait- oh, you’re like actually like deadass- like serious serious” you felt guilt set in as your boyfriend shifted in his seat, uncomfortable under your gaze all of a sudden.

“well yeah he always tells me I’m not good enough and he brings up my past and he’s really mean” he explained to you, angry that he sounded like a fucking toddler describing his bully from recess.

“Bucky please, Henry is A- an angel and B- literally like 5’9 youre 6’0 you could easily take him” you scoffed, getting up, not believing your boyfriend was pulling this.

“Y/N im serious i mean sure i could kill him but you wouldn’t be cool with that would you?” He questioned getting up and following you to the kitchen.

You turned on your heel, almost bumping into his chest. “Barnes, please. He’s my best friend and he’s super sweet, maybe it’s you that doesn’t like him, like that one time you almost threatened a guy for ‘checking me out’” you made quotation marks around the phrase as you rolled your eyes and turned to wash your hands.

“Fine. Don’t believe me. Just watch later tonight.” He spoke, suddenly turning cold and heading towards your shared room.

You felt bad, Bucky rarely ever left a conversation like that with you, especially an argument. You turned the faucet off and sighed. Bucky was being dramatic, it wasn’t Henry’s fault, he was so kind and he knew how bucky was. He would never be mean to him. You shook your head and walked towards the room, you needed to put some pants and shoes on so you would go buy some stuff for dinner tonight.

You and Bucky both ignored each other, both of you too stubborn to be the first to break and talk about the previous topic of conversation. As bucky heard the keys jingle and Alpine purr he peeked away from the tv and looking out into the living room.

“where are you going?” He asked, getting up from the bed and walking over to you.

“store, i need to make dinner for my best friend who’s coming over.” You spoke, looking up at your boyfriend and turning around and walking out the door.

As you walked down the aisles wondering what the hell to make you decided to make some chicken Alfredo with penne pasta. You quickly grabbed the ingredients and a few treats for both alpine and your boyfriend and headed home.

“James i got you some snacks if you wanna get them now” you called out, closing the door with your foot and placing all your bags on the kitchen counter, slightly out of breath from carrying all the bags at once.

“i thought you were mad at me” he spoke, walking towards the kitchen and helping you set things up.

“doesn’t mean i don’t you idiot” you kissed him softly and rested your head on his chest, sighing softly.

“listen y/n-” he began before you stopped him, putting a hand up, not moving from his chest though.

“no, I’m sorry for acting the way i did earlier, i shouldn’t have judged you. I mean i knkw Henry isnt mean to you- but i should have at least been more understanding. I’ll make sure to stop him if he crosses the line tonight okay?” You mumbled against his chest. Bucky felt his stomach drop when you refused to believe him, but he simply muttered an “i love you,” kissed the top of your head, and smiled at you as you explained to him what to do.

Time seemed to fly by as the food finished cooking and you went to freshen up before your friend got here, putting on some of your nice casual clothes, it was still on jeans and a t shirt though. Bucky changed into a t shirt shirt and some black pants as well.

You were both cuddling on the couch messing with alpine as the you heard the doorbell ring and you rushed to answer it.

“HENRY!” You squealed loudly, smiling at the man and throwing yourself into his arms for a hug.

“Y/N!” He replied with a smile as he held you tightly, smiling into the embrace. You both pulled away with a smile and you turned to let him in, helping him take his coat off and hanging it on the small rack you had bought because you were tired of shoving stuff into your shared closet.

“hey Henry how are you?” Bucky put on a smile for the man and extended his hand out to him. Henry quickly smiled back and gratefully took his hand, “im good Bucky how are you doing?” Bucky replied with a small good and the two broke apart.

Alpine meowed at your best friend and he lightly let the white cat, turning to face you in the kitchen getting everything down and setting the table.

“Here let me help you!” He spoke, already heading towards the kitchen. You quickly shook your head, putting the plates down on the counter next to you and mixing the pasta one final time.

“no! my guy you’re the guest, go sit down and have some guy talk with Bucky! I can’t imagine how tired you are from hanging out with the guys all the time” you smirked and he let out a laugh. You could only imagine how chaotic life must be for Henry considering he lived with two other guys from your high school days back at home who quite literally define the word chaotic for you.

You cut off any further protests and scooped some food onto all of the plates, making them even, but then adding a little bit more to Buckys plate because you knew he loved this pasta.

As you finished setting the plates down you called both boys over and had them wash their hands before they both dug in.

“y/n this is so good!” Henry spoke, smiling at you as he finished the food.

“hey thanks man! Do you remember when I couldn’t cook literally anything?” You smiled and laughed, remembering all the memories the two of you had shared.

The whole night you and Henry were sharing memories from either high school or college, telling bucky embarrassing stories from your high school days, Bucky felt his chest swell with love for you when he saw the sparkle in your eyes when you tried calming yourself down to finish a funny story.

“Im gonna head to the restroom for a second” you smiled at them and they both nodded at you. As you excused yourself you entered the restroom and quickly pressed your ear to the door, hoping to hear what they were talking about but to no avail.

You quickly flushed the empty toilet, it made enough noise to cover up the sound of the door opening. You quietly listened without being seen in the hall.

“I can’t believe she’s still with you. I mean really, you haven’t shared a single thing all night, I’m sure her back hurts from having to carry this fucking relationship.” Henry scoffed at Bucky.

Bucky was frantic, while yes, he wanted nothing more than to bash this guys head in, he knew you would get mad at him.

“listen i love her and that’s what matters okay? Don’t be a dick” Bucky spoke, his low voice rumbling through the room as Henry chuckled at the man.

“please, as if someone like you could be capable of love? She should’ve stayed with her ex, i told her that dating you would be a mistake. I bet you’re too scared to even touch her with that arm aren’t you? It’s pathetic really.” You stormed out of the restroom, furious with who you thought was your best friend.

“y/n! I was just telling bucky about that time when you tried to set me up with-” you cut him off before he could finish, anger evident on your face.

“Don’t you even dare finish your fucking sentence.” You moved between Henry and Bucky, with your boyfriend behind you as you approached Henry.

“Who the hell do you think you are? You don’t know shit about this relationship, you don’t know anything about who bucky is and it is most definitely not your place to shit talk” you began speaking, shaking from the anger you felt, ready to fight the man who just hours ago you believed was an angel.

“It’s fucking true! He’s not capable of love! He’s a monster and you could do so much better” he rolled his eyes, not taking you seriously.

“oh fuck you” you spat, you pulled your fist back to hit him but you felt buckys hand grab your wrist. You looked back at him confused.

“He’s not worth it doll” he spoke softly and you yanked your arm from his grasp, turning back to Henry.

“Get the fuck out of my house and never talk to me again, if i see you again its on sight, you understand?” You spoke, your voice low and eyes a darker color than usual. Henry only nodded before bolting out door.

After a couple seconds of calming down you turned to bucky, looking up at him with puppy eyes.

“oh baby I’m so sorry i didn’t believe you, i always thought he was so great and he was just horrible i don’t get it” you spoke, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend and holding him tightly.

“Sweetheart don’t worry im fine, if anything it taught me to never make you angry, i was scared shitless when you looked back at me” he chuckled and you looked up at him smirking.

“so what you’re telling me is that I’m the scariest avenger, even though I’m not on the team, by default i win because i scared you” you laughed as he looked at you with a confused look before he burst out laughing.

“yes darling of course” he laughed a giant grin on his face.

“cool it barnes or I’ll make you regret it” you spoke looking at him seriously. He quickly stopped laughing and nodded his head before you bursted out laughing.

“oh my gOD! You should’ve seen your face!” You wheezed, making some weird high pitched noise as you breathed in, the occasional snort making its way out.

“okay that’s enough of that cmon let’s go cuddle and watch the office” he smiled at you, picking you up effortlessly and carrying you to your room.

As the two of you changed into your pj’s you cuddled up to his side as you watched show.

“I love you Buchanan” you smiled at him and he kissed your forehead.

“I love you y/n” he smiled at you, eternally grateful that he found someone willing to fight anyone for him.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes one shot #soft!bucky #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x protective!reader

[killersolo]

OC ask games but instead if reblogging the asks I answer them myself for Eugene's development

put under a read more cause this is....long [also i couldnt answer all questions oops]

dnd character ask meme by gendermybeloved

what kind of clothing does your character like to wear? do they have a style? anything they avoid wearing? Eugene wears button ups, a lot, with funky little patterns on them. Usually they are blue, turquoise, green and pink. He usually just wears blue denim pants, however if his shirt is blue he tries to avoid wearing blue pants under them. As for shoes he just wears, usually white, sneakers.

what's their current hairstyle? has it changed? do they change it often? Eugene's hair is short, but the long kind of short. He usually wears it with a small crest, but sometimes he lets it down too. During Mann Co. it was a lot shorter because Soldier demanded they'd all keep their hair short. In his mid-teens [15-16] he started off with a bit of a mullet that eventually grew into longer hair that he'd keep in place with a headband, [think Your Worst Nightmare kind of long] he cut it off at around 17.

is your character more articulate in their thoughts than their words? if yes, do they do anything about that? do they care? Eugene is more articulate in his thoughts, he tends to have very rambled thoughts that make sense to him but when he has to out those words it can be a little chaotic/rambly as well. But if he has to prepare text it comes out a lot more structured. He doesn't do anything about it cause he enjoys being a little chaotic like that.

would your character sing along to a vaguely familiar song, even if they messed up the lyrics as they went? No, Eugene will only sing along if he knows the words. If a song is vaguely familiar he'll only hum along with it.

if they wear any, how does your character go about applying makeup? Eugene doesn't wear makeup.

do they usually sleep in a certain pose? does it change? Fetal position is the go to but not a necessity when sleeping.

how would they react to eating something that was spicier than they expected it to be? Tears would form in his eyes and he'd cough a little but he's too stubborn to admit he can't handle it/it's too spicy.

are their hands steady? Yes, absolutely. Thanks to sniper training they got steadier than before.

if someone gave them flowers, what would they do with them? He'd be very confused. Eventually he'll accept them but it's very uncomfortable and awkward for him. If something like this [affection and/or something so confronting and unexpected] happens to him he'll be the type to say no out of discomfort even though he'd want to say yes.

would they sneak out at night to look at the sky? how long would they stay there looking? Absolutely, he'd use his dogs as an excuse to go outside and he'd just stay there for as long as he or his dogs like.

how do they feel about casual endearments? (babe, etc) Uncomfortable, he'd need to get used to them a lot.

what colour would they paint their room? would there be a design on the ceiling? He'd be too undecisive to choose colours or patterns. On the ceiling there are those green and purple glow in the dark stickers.

what helps them fall asleep when they're having trouble doing so? ASMR or watching those YouTube documentaries.

do they tend to run hot or cold? do they do anything to deal with that? xx I'm not sure what this question means

what's a sound they can't stand? The sound [and sight] of people eating.

would they draw patterns in frosted windows/fogged up mirrors? what would they draw? He'd draw smiley faces and dogs [and male genitalia when it's appropriate.]

do they fidget? how and/or with what? A lot! He has multiple fidget. He scratches his neck a lot, he scratches his thumbs a lot too, and he rubs his knuckles over his chest sometimes [ this also because of the scar itching].

would they sing a lullaby, if the opportunity arose? Nah, not a fan of lullabies.

do they see patterns in the world around them? do they point them out to people? All the time, but he barely points them out because more often than not people look at him weird for either not seeing the pattern or confusion.

do they like to keep plants/growing things in their space? His favourites are cacti and succulents, though most of them are fake because he forgets to take care of them a lot.

do they touch or mess with their hair/horns a lot? Usually only the hair on his neck thanks to his neck scratches, and a hand through his hair once in a while but that's it.

when they speak, do they have a default tone of voice? if yes, do they try to change it? why?

do they wrap their arms around their stomach when it hurts?

what kind of bookmarks, if any, do they like to use? No bookmarks, only memory. When it's a book they read in class, he uses colour coded sticky bookmarks for discussions in class.

do they keep books on their person? what kind? Only when he needs to bring them to his job, or when he plans on reading them [for example on a long train ride].

do they write in their books? do they mind other people writing in their books? what do they write? Yes, he writes in his books mainly for things he notices or for discussion points in class [like foreshadowing or patterns or smth similar]

do they write often? why/what about? Not really, Eugene sometimes tries to write down what he feels, because he has troubles expressing emotion and he hopes it may help him.

if they can fly, how do they feel in the moment their feet touch the ground again? n/a

if they wear any, where did they get their jewellery? He has matching sword necklaces with Demoman, but he only rarely wears it. He doesn't like jewellery too much as it feels bothersome to him.

have they ever tried to count their own freckles? do they count other people's? n/a, no freckles.

did they climb all over/onto things as a kid? Only in trees.

can they play darts? would they? He can easily play, and win, darts thanks to his aim as an ex-sniper but he doesn't because he just thinks it boring.

where are they in a group hug? (dead center, outside, etc) Nowhere, group hugs are too overwhelming [too much touching]

what's the first thing they think when they hear an alarm? what's the first thing they do? His ears perk up and he looks around to try and figure out what is going on.

do they sing with their head voice or their chest voice? Chest voice

(if they have hair that needs to be brushed) how often do they do so? do they do it gently? n/a

how would they pass the time on a train? Either reading, listening to music or playing puzzle games [like picross or I Love Hue].

do they bother to clean ink/chalk/gunpowder/etc off of their fingers? are they likely to forget it's there and smudge their nose? im not sure how to answer this one

do they keep working even when their wrists start to cramp? if they do, do they give themselves a break when the work is done? He does keep working because, once he's started something and is in the right mindset he doesn't want to stop and once again he's too stubborn to stop as well.

if their mattress became uncomfortable as time passed, would they notice it? would they do anything about it? He wouldn't notice because he already gets barely any sleep anyway.

20 assorted OC asks by pieniharmaakani

Why did you pick their name? I blame Eugene from Animal Crossing.

Why did your character get that name in-universe? I haven't thought about this yet tbh.

How do they talk in a formal situation?

How do they talk with close people?

If they got a tattoo, what kind? If they have tattoos, what would their next one be? He's got an aboriginal kangaroo tattoo on his upper right arm/shoulder. A crocodile tattoo from his lower back to his stomach, and a snake tattoo from his knee, going around his leg and ending at his foot/ankle. For his next tattoo he maybe wants something small on his hip or collarbone, but he isn't sure what.

Alpine skiing, cross-country skiing, downhill tobogganing/sledding, or ice skating? Ice skating, as it's most similar to roller-skating.

Their 2020s AU quarantine craft of choice? Music, and trying to cook but failing poorly.

Which era of historical fashion do you think would fit them?

What's their most annoying trait? His stubbornness and struggle to let go [inflexibility].

What makes them nice to be around?

What do they look for first in another person?

What do other people often notice first in them?

Their cliche YA novel scent combo? (Like 'X smelled like rhododendron and dewdrops and the pages of a 100-year-old library book 😩')

Good or bad at math? Bad/average.

Likes studying languages, yes or no? Yes!

Kitchen catastrophe or gourmet home cook? Catastrophe

What's their breakfast like? Boring, just the regular cereal with milk, and if he's late just the nearest thing he can get his hands on.

Do they have a favourite accessory / item of clothing? If yes, why that? Nope not at all.

What cute thing were they into as a tween that they cringe about now? (Let them know I love it!)

What kind of people are their type that they find most attractive? (Either platonic, romantic or sexual attraction.)

Oc Asks Game by inky-duchess

What is your character's reaction to a minor inconvenience? Such as getting their jumper caught on a door handle? Normally he wouldn't mind but when he's having a bad day he'd lose his mind.

Tea, coffee, hot chocolate or other? Tea is the usual hot drink! The other two only in specific situations.

What does their safe space look like?

What do they consider to be an unforgivable action? Why?

Do they have any nicknames or pet names or other aliases?

What kind of books comfort them? What books help them heal after a hard day?

Are they a naturally assertive person or are they painfully shy? Usually a bit assertive but when a situation is unfamiliar he can be a bit taken aback/shy, but he can adapt quite quickly.

Do they consider themselves a friendly person or aloof? He considers himself friendly, but he can come across a bit aloof at certain times.

What is your character's trigger point? What makes them angry, sad or makes them go off?

What kind of jokes make them laugh?

Do they enjoy pranks or do they hate them? Are they likely to fall for a prank? If the prank is harmless he enjoys them. He falls for pranks a lot because of his obliviousness/naiveté/whatever that thing that autistic people have is called.

Are they an overall healthy person? Do they make for a good patient or a terror?

Describe your character's typical wardrobe for the regular day. Button up, jeans and sneakers.

Are they a simple person to please or difficult?

What is the first thing people notice about them?

What do they look for in a friend? A love interest?

Who are they soft for? Do they find being soft easy or difficult?

Describe your character through a Brooklyn 99 gif or line.

What does your character consider to be their lowest point?

Does your character have a comfort item?

What would be one item that they would hate to lose most?

What are their eating habits like? Do they snack throughout the day? Or do they eat sparsely? Sparsely, he forgets to eat quite a lot and even when he does it's not really enjoyable.

What is your character's favourite food and who cooks it best?

What are your character's special skills?

What are somethings they find difficult to do? Or say?

Are they an animal person? Do they have pets? Eugene loves animals more than anything in the world, he absolutely melts at them. He's got 2 dogs himself as well.

What are their opinions on children? Do they view children as sweet angels or evil crotch goblins? He really doesn't like kids,,,at all. He doesn't want kids either.

If your character was in today's world, what social media platforms would they avoid? Or be prominent on? He'd try to avoid facebook, instagram and twitter, though he would post to instagram or twitter just once in a while. He uses discord for friends and even 1 class for the pandemic. WhatsApp is used mainly for contact.

Are they an organised person? Or more laissez-faire? It's organised chaos. He's got everything organized but only in a way that he knows where everything is.

Do they dwell better in chaotic situations or more linear situations? Linear

Your character has been invited to a masquerade ball. What mask do they wear?

Your character is having a prom night/debs. What kind of outfit do they wear?

How do they act around people they don't know? Are they shy around strangers or dismissive of them?

Can your character drive? If so, what kind of driver are they? If not what's their preferred manner of transport? He can drive just fine, he's a very relaxed driver but can't focus when other people in the car talk too much.

What attracts your character to another person? What kind of person do they do for?

Tell us something about your OC that doesn't make it onto the page? He's got quite the bit of trauma/ptsd. The reason I haven't talked about this yet is because I'm not sure how to write it accurately, yet.

Your character has been kidnapped. Who has kidnapped them and how do they escape?

How does your character unwind after a long day?

What's your character's guilty pleasure?

Your character's friend has just been mugged. What's their reaction?

Your character has been punched into the face. What's their reaction? He's not a huge fan of violent/physical confrontations, so he'd just get angry with whoever punched them. If they punch a second time, Eugene will gladly return it.

Does your character celebrate their birthday? If not, why? Yeah

What is the DND alignment? Chaotic Neutral

Hogwarts House?

Star Sign? Leo

Does your character believe in anything? Religion? Superstition? He's neutral on it, but he find it fascinating and interesting to talk about.

What is your character's reaction when someone does something nice for them? Discomfort.

Is your character easy to make cry? Or angry? Or annoyed? Not angry or annoyed but frustrated.

What is your character's biggest fear? Most irrational? Being forgotten.

How does your sleep at night? Are they a heavy or light sleeper? Do they dream or have nightmares? Do they find it easy to sleep or are they more a night owl? He's more of a night owl, but when he sleeps he does have nightmares quite often. He only sleeps when he's completely exhausted.

#out of classes #headcanons #//just wanted to do this for fun #:D

[nullvoid868]

Arafef: kisses in the snow

The chilly December wind blew through the alpine forest, as giant footsteps crunched through the snow. The 156 foot tall redblood smiled gently as she cradled her seadweller matesprite Feferi in her palm.

Feferi: Aradia im glubbing FR-EEZING!!!! Why did you want to go on a date in the middle of now)(ere 38T!

Aradia: don’t you think it's gorgeous out here? the ice covered trees, the snow in your hair?

Feferi: It’s absolutely beautiful glub, but my fins are turning into icicles!!!

Aradia: hmmm... do you think some kisses would warm you up 0u0 ?

Feferi: Yes, I t)(ink that would do just the trick! 38D

Aradia slowly moved her palm up to her face, careful not to jostle her tiny lover. With Aradia's palm flush with her lips, Feferi ran forward to embrace them, as Aradia's fingers cupped around her to protect her from falling. Feferi realized that Aradia's lips were unbelievably soft as she pressed her face and hands into them. It felt like falling into a warm, freshly made bed after a long day out in the cold, and laying your head on an incredibly plush pillow. Aradia puckered her lips around Feferi's head for an even more intense kiss. Feferi's cheeks were flushed with fuchsia as she buried her face deeper between aradia's lips. As Feferi was savoring her kiss from Aradia, Aradia accidentally ended up savoring Feferi. She carelessly allowed her tongue to pass between her lips, unintentionally giving Feferi's face a small lick.

Feferi: )(e)(e, look out Aradia, you got my face all covered in saliva! 38P

Under normal kissing circumstances, getting some small tongue kisses might be expected, but things are very different when that tongue is roughly the size of a bus. Still, Feferi seemed to take it in stride, and the way she chuckled and smiled made aradia suspect that she enjoyed it. Despite this Aradia was careful to not let her tongue slip again, despite the fact that she really wanted to. As much as she didnt want to admit it to herself, Fef tasted absolutely delicious. We all know the typical 4 flavors foods come in- salty, sour, sweet, and bitter. But Feferi was best described by a flavor often forgotten, umami- the flavor of mushrooms, tomatoes, and seafood. Umami detecting tastebuds cover a larger section of the tongue than all other flavors combined, making umami one of the most powerful flavors as a result. With Aradia introduced to Feferi's delicious umami flavor she couldn't help but crave another taste of her small matesprite. Her mouth flooded with saliva as her mind flooded with thoughts of getting another lick. However, Aradia feared indulging her cravings could frighten her girlfriend. She held herself back, though her cheeks still flushed as deep red as her feelings for Feferi. After Feferi enjoyed her giant kiss a bit longer she pulled back, sat down on Aradia's massive palm, and gave her a big smile. Aradia smiled back, and the two silently communicated their love for each other as they gazed into each other's eyes. The red blooded giantess began strolling through the snow once again, leaving footprints the size of a small house behind her. Aradia gently cupped Feferi to her chest in a loving embrace. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As Aradia strolled through the alpine landscape, she desperately tried to push the thought of how delectable Feferi was out of her head. Deep down, aradia was terrified of scaring her lover. Even though being god tier meant she could swallow Feferi and cough her up later without causing her any harm, Aradia knew she would never forgive herself if she frightened Feferi. When Aradia first met her other friends in person in SGRUB all those years ago, and they discovered the secret of her size, many of them became afraid of her, even if they tried not to show it. Aradia could recount by memory every night she stayed up crying after that, fearing that her friends thought that she was a monster. Until the fateful night on the meteor that feferi found her sobbing in her room. The sound of Aradia's cries had apparently traveled through the vents of the meteor and reached Feferi's ears. Feferi had consoled Aradia, showed her that she wasn't afraid of her, that she didn't think she was a monster! The friendship between Aradia and Feferi deepened over those three years on the meteor and blossomed into a matespriteship. When they finally arrived on Earth-c they promised each other they would spend the rest of their lives together, but Aradia often feared that she would make a careless mistake and Feferi would think she was a monster just like Aradia thought all the others did.

Aradia held Feferi a little closer to her chest as these thoughts passed through her head. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After roughly 30 minutes of walking through the winter landscape Feferi called out to Aradia.

Feferi: Aradia, i'm cold again!! 38I

Aradia: how? I've been holding you to my chest for the past half hour!

Feferi: Ok, i'll admit, it's warm. But I want WARMER, glub!

Aradia: would some more kisses interest you?

Feferi: T)(at sounds nice...

Feferi: But I think i )(ave a better idea, glub!

Aradia Awaited Feferi's idea but only received a plethora of eyebrow wiggles. She stared at fef for a few minutes confused until fef opened her mouth and pointed in. The eyebrow wiggles intensified.

Aradia: uh.. wha..i..um

Feferi: Oh come on, don't bother playing coy, i know you liked it when you got a taste of me earlier, and )(onestly who could blame you? 38P

Aradia's heart was pounding out of her chest, and yet she really didn't know why. Feferi had just told her that WANTED to indulge her craving, but Aradia still felt scared and embarrassed.

Feferi: Aradia, I know already. You've been jittery and blus)(ing constantly since you got that lick! Also, giving you a better taste would double as a nice way to keep warm and cozy!

Aradia: i...i.. alright

Aradia: you caught me, you taste delicious and i've been craving another taste since when I gave you kisses earlier.

Aradia: i... was just really afraid of scaring you.

Feferi: Aradia! you don't have to worry about stuff like that! Were both god tier and you know i am afraid of glubing NOT)(ing!!!

Aradia: i know, .. i just get so nervous.

Feferi: Aradia, i will always trust you, there is no reason to be nervous!!

Aradia:.. thank you, that.. that means a lot to me.

Aradia: alright, are you sure about this?

Feferi: YEA)(!!!!

Aradia brought her palm up to her lips once again, and opened wide. Feferi stood before her lovers gargantuan maw, as fearless as ever. Aradia slowly outstretched her tongue, giving Feferi a massive lick in the process. As saliva coated fef's face she laughed and gave Aradia a gleeful smile.

Truth be told, fef was enjoying this just as much as Aradia. Earlier that day when Aradia had licked her on accident Fef had realized how soft and warm Aradia's tongue was, and wondered what it would be like inside her mouth. She was absolutely loving this.

Aradia lowered her tongue onto her palm to allow Feferi to climb on. The tiny seadweller stepped onto her lovers outstretched tongue and laid down on it, sinking into the warm grey muscle. Feferi gently massaged Aradia's tongue as she rested her head onto it.

Aradia was in heaven.

She gently pulled her tongue back into her mouth, curling it up a bit to cradle feferi.

For Feferi, if getting those kisses earlier was like falling into bed, being pulled into Aradia's mouth was like climbing under the deliciously cozy sheets. The tongue was so plush and warm, saliva soaked her entire body, and Aradia's throat slowly pulsed as her warm breath swept through her mouth. With feferi entirely inside her mouth, Aradia closed her teeth together with a click, sealing Fef in the darkness of the expansive maw. But Feferi's seadweller eyes allowed her to see perfectly in the dark.

Aradia began to gently slosh Feferi around inside her mouth, savoring her delicious umami flavor. Occasionally Fef would give her tongue a massage and it was one of the best feelings in the world.

Inside the mouth Feferi was extremely relaxed despite being slohed around and tasted. It was like a full body massage, working out all the tension within her muscles. After a while the sloshing stopped and Aradia opened her mouth, a gust of cold winter air mingled with her warm, steamy breath.

Aradia: are you ready to be swallowed?

Feferi: Go a)(ead!

Aradia clicked her mouth closed once again, and Feferi shuffled around and dangled her legs into Aradia's throat, her head brushing against the uvula. Aradia's tongue rose up like a massive wave, pushing fef deeper into the throat. Aradia gulped a few times until fef slipped fully into her throat and the muscles of her escoughgas began to pull her down. The giantess traced the bulge Fef made on the way down with her finger.

Inside Aradia’s esophagus, the seadweller received an even more intense massage as she descended deeper into Aradia's body. After a while she arrived at the sphincter which opened to drop her into the stomach.

To Fef, Aradia's stomach was like a massive aquarium. Due to the conjunction of her unique biology and being godteir, Aradia's stomach contained only warm water. Feferi swam around playfully, jumping in and out of the water like a dolphin before getting tired and drifting off to sleep in the back float position.

With Feferi safe inside her stomach Aradia sat down on a nearby rock ledge and patted her stomach. She could feel Feferi playfully swimming around inside her. Aradia closed her eyes and fell asleep, satiated with the knowledge that Feferi would always love and trust her.

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[dramallamadingdang]

Before-bed replies. :)

For @emeraldfalconsims, @tamtam-go92, @scibirg, @didilysims, @penig, @ssatinn, @immerso-sims, and @fuzzyspork...

emeraldfalconsims replied to your link “ModTheSims - (Updated!) Mood Swing + Midlife Crisis”

Tbh, I looked at those and was immediately turned off by the terrible English in the popups. I wouldn't care if it was just the post itself, but I'm the kind of person who wants mods to fix the EAxis grammar errors, soooo...

I get you, but...Really, that's all easily fixable. One just needs to find and rewrite the text strings. I've done that often, especially when I used to use custom careers in my game, many of which included chance cards littered with badly-worded and grammatically-incorrect text written by obviously-not-native-English-speakers. This particular modder is obviously not a native English-speaker and obviously not fully fluent in the language, but I'm all kinds of tolerant when that's the case. With EA? Not so much, but even with them? We all make mistakes and typos from time to time that are missed in the editorial process, even when that process involves multiple people. Also, I'm well aware that my own grammar when yakking online and in forum/blog posts and things like that is far from perfect -- often deliberately so because, let’s face it, “speaking” with perfect grammar just “sounds” weird and/or unbearably pretentious -- so I try to be neither a pedant nor a hypocrite on the subject.

Anyway, yeah...Text strings be totes fixable, m'friend. ;)

tamtam-go92 replied to your link “ModTheSims - (Updated!) Mood Swing + Midlife Crisis”

Those Sound like really great Modus but im always a bit nervous about adding stuff like that to my game...

I am, too, mostly because I already use hundreds of mods in my game, so the outcome of adding new ones, especially those that alter lots of things, is always uncertain. 

So, what I do is have a testing neighborhood that I don’t care about. Its associated downloads folder contains a copy of just the Mods folder from my “real” game. I put the new mod in and play with it a bit in debug mode, see if I get error messages or if menu options go missing or any other stuff that’s a symptom of mod conflicts. If I do, I change loading order to see if that fixes the issues. If it does, then I copy the testing Mods folder back over to the folder in my “real” game. If it doesn’t, then I either don’t use the new mod or, if it’s something I really want, I run the Hack Conflict Detection Utility to see if it can tell me what the conflicting mod(s) is/are, and then I decide which I want more. And if the HCDU doesn’t give me any useful info, then I 50/50 until I find the conflicts and then decide between mods. Anyway, this way I find out if I can use the new mod along with those I already have without the possibility of doing any damage to any neighborhood I care about.

tamtam-go92 replied to your photoset “More random captioned pics because, basically, this is a household...”

Hopefully the girls will be old enough when Amalia dies...

Margo was like a day or two away from teenhood when those pics were taken, so no problem. :)

scibirg replied to your post “I'm excited about the olympics too! Especially ski jumping. I love to...”

Did you see the ladies ski jumping? Brave girls!

Honestly, most of the winter events involve bravery. Well, except curling, I guess. *laugh* I guess the worst that can happen with that is you drop a 40-lb rock on your foot or maybe slip and fall on your butt. :) And I guess the cross-country skiing is more physically-taxing than actually dangerous. And I guess the figure skating isn’t that risky, although some of those things that the pairs skaters do look more than a little scary for the female partner. But yeah, the ski-jumpers and downhill skiers and sliders and speed-skaters and snowboarders are all completely nutty in adrenaline-junkie ways that I totally identify with. :D

scibirg replied to your post “dunne-ias replied to your post: I’m excited about...”

Slalom is from Norwegian, meaning ski track with turns. In Norwegian cross-country skiing is called "langrenn" meaning long slide. Probably due to it being used for travelling long distances.

ssatinn replied to your post “dunne-ias replied to your post: I’m excited about...”

We call Nordic skiing "längdskidor" - direct translation would be "long ski". Alpine skiing we call "slalom", no idea where that word comes from though..

Hm, interesting! So in Swedish, any type of downhill skiing is called “slalom?” Because in English that word is reserved for the type of downhill skiing where you’re zig-zagging in a pattern through gates -- as the Norwegian word would imply -- not the kind where you’re just shooting straight down the hill. Or does Swedish have a different word for that, too?

I don’t know why I find stuff like this so interesting, but I do. :) Maybe I shoulda been a linguist or something...

didilysims replied to your post “I'm excited about the olympics too! Especially ski jumping. I love to...”

Woo Olympics! I find just watching the events gives me an adrenaline rush. Watching luge reruns today had me all "oh my-ing" and "oh no-ing" and actually jumping out of my seat a few times. Love those crazy dangerous downhill events. :D

OMG, that poor American luge-slider today! Did you see that? Quite the wipeout she had. Even so, I sooooooooooooooo want to luge. Like, if I could just go and do it once, like how people go skydiving, I totally would. Buuuuuut I suppose it’s something you actually have to learn how to do before you lay on a minimalist sled and zoom down a track of ice at ungodly speeds... :)

emeraldfalconsims replied to your post “I'm excited about the olympics too! Especially ski jumping. I love to...”

It's too bad that marksmanship is so tied in practical applications to killing. It was so empowering for me when I discovered a sport I was actually naturally good at.

That's not really the case, though. I mean, maybe it is in the mind of Joe Q. Public that's been fed a daily diet of crazy people killing other people mixed with glamorized violence in "entertainment," but beyond that, the practical application of marksmanship isn't killing (either people or other animals) but rather marksmanship competitions. Aside from niche things like biathlon, there are all sorts of local, regional, state, and national marksmanship competitions that happen throughout the year, regulated by their own governing bodies. I used to do 3-gun competitions, myself. 

Marksmanship isn't about killing anything because when you get down to it, hunting animals -- or even killing a person, if that’s your goal for whatever reason -- doesn't require sharpshooting levels of accuracy, certainly not with automatic weapons. (With those, you just kind of squeeze the trigger and try to hold on while pretending the thing is a garden hose. I don’t like them; I like precision.) Killing just requires doing enough damage, and you can do that without being at all accurate. Marksmanship's about consistent accuracy, often under pressure. Which can have applications in killing things, and can make you better at killing things (ideally things that are legal to kill, of course) but that's not what it's about. I wish more people would realize that. And I wish the NRA would GTFO, but that’s an entirely different subject.

penig replied to your post “Do you know why some custom doors and arches doesn't work in apartment...”

Custom content that was made before AL came out doesn't update and confuses the already-confused apartment code. To reduce annoyance I tend to use Maxis doors and arches inside exclusively. Windows are no problem.

Good to know. :) I guess I never really noticed because I don’t build apartments all that often. Mostly because I think furnishing them is mind-numbingly boring. :) And even when I do build them, I mostly use Maxis interior doors, often add-ons like centered-on-two-tile versions of a Maxis door, but since those use Maxis coding, I’m guessing they don’t present a problem in this regard.

immerso-sims replied to your post “The feel-good song meme. :)”

Thanks. I tried searching for happy songs in my iTunes collection, but I realised I am a total sad/dark/melancholic/whatever songs lover, so I'll pass on the meme :D

HAH! :) But hey, if a sad/melancholy song makes you feel better, I suppose that actually counts as a feel-good song! :)

fuzzyspork replied to your post “Big long reply post about...lots of stuff”

I've had both the high witches (excluding the neutral one because they are apparently very anti-social) on a community lot at the same time several times. If a Sim interacts with whichever arrives first then when enough time passes the other witch will usually show up. I think they must have negative relationship by default, so I've seen them fight! Fisticuffs style though. This is where magic would have been awesome. :/

Really? I don’t think I’ve ever had more than one high witch on a community lot, even when I’ve had playable stay on them for multiple days at a time, like when I send them on a weekend camping trip or what-have-you. Maybe it’s because I pretty much never have Sims interact with the high witches, since I use other means to have Sims become witches? Maybe I should try interacting with them... Although if there’s just fisticuffs as opposed to zapping each other with magic, I suppose there’s not much point. Then it’s just yet another fight between non-playables.

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[masterofmunson]

Running Home Part 1/?

Dayton White (Logan Lucky) x Reader

Summary: After the untimely death of her older brother, she's forced to head back home, facing the life she ran away from.

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death

Her body goes numb. The ringing in her ears doesn't seem to stop. Her throat tightens and she can't breathe. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes and she rubs at her cheeks with the back of her hand.

“Sweetheart, you still there?” her mother’s voice rings in her ears, bringing her back to reality. The reality that her older brother is dead as a doornail and there was nothing that could bring him back.

“Yeah, Momma. I'm still here,” she replied, her voice is raspy and her throat tightens.

“The car sped out of control just before the finish line. The car toppled over so many times. They took ‘im to the hospital and he died there. He's with your Father, now.”

She bites back a sob and tears stream down her face. Her eyes glance up at the ceiling and miserably tried to stop the tears from falling. “How're Melanie and the kids doing?”

“Melanie’s a wreck and Josie’s confused. Matthew is just a happy baby, still.”

“Okay… I'll see you in the morning. I'm booking my flight right now… I love you, Momma,” she sighed before hanging up.

Time stood still as she sits on her bed. She claws at her arms as sobs run through her. Benny was gone.

The following morning, she left for Alabama. The trip was long and exhausting. All she wanted to do was stay in California. She felt ashamed. She hadn't visited more than three times over the past six years longer than a two day time period, and now, she has no clue how long she's staying. She knew her family and friends missed her, but she brushed it off. She hated Alabama, well not Alabama. She hated the town she lived in for 18 years. Alpine Alabama was less than 20 minutes from Talladega and had just about 4,000 residents. It was too damn small for her liking and it was your stereotypical ‘next town over from the race track and everyone lives, eats, and breathes racing’ town.

Not to mention, everyone knows each other so if there was any drama linked to her or her family, everyone knew and she hated it. Having 150 kids in your graduating class also didn't help.

Now, when she was about 13, she fell in love with another kind of racing: track and field. She loved running. It was something so different than what she grew up with. She didn't have a reputation to uphold and she loved it. She blossomed as a runner. She qualified for state her freshman year and every year after that. Even a few colleges were interested in her, and of course she took the school furthest from home: UCLA.

It caused quite the controversy in the town. Usually kids went to the local community college in the next town or Auburn, which was only an hour and a half away, so when she left, she rocked the boat. She was the only one leaving Alabama, and that, essentially meant that she left her family. She didn't care. She was so focused on getting out that none of that mattered. She left and didn't look back.

California was a breath of fresh air. She had no reputation and she didn't have anyone from Alpine breathing down her neck. The culture of Los Angeles was so different from Alpine and she loved it. During college, she studied physical therapy and sports psychology. Now, during her free time in between training, she works as an athletic trainer for one of the nearby high schools.

“Y/n? You okay?” her best friend, Wanda asks gently, grabbing her shoulder.

She blinks and glances at her best friend. “Yeah, sorry. Just spaced out.”

Wanda nods and Y/n smiles. She's so grateful for her. They met during her first visit at UCLA and they clicked instantly. They've been best friends ever since. Wanda smiles gently at her before they leave the airport.

The drive back home seems long and torturous the further they drive from the city. It unnerves her and she feels like puking. The grassy fields blur past her as the car rolls into a quaint little town, her town. Her eyes glaze over the nearby bar, Racers and past the one and only ice cream parlor and coffee shop. They drive past the practice track and just like that, she's home.

The blue siding sticks out like a sore thumb against the bright, green grass on the lawn. The white porch swing still hangs from the house and the stone pillars are still the same stone gray like she remembers. The gravel trails to the side of the house where the dark blue shed still stood. She could see tire tracks permanently embedded into the ground. The huge, gray door is propped open and for a brief moment she thinks that her brother is going to pop out and her throat tightens.

The car stops and she pulls the key out of the ignition. The trunk pops open and she takes a deep breath before stepping out of the car. She lugs her suitcase out and doesn't bother to lock the car. The tension sits on her shoulders and it feels like she can't breathe. She takes another deep breath before stepping up the porch and pushing open the screen door so she can step inside. Her eyes roam around the foyer, walking past old photographs and old memories.

The floorboards creak underneath her as she pulls her suitcase to the side in the dining room. She swallows hard before poking her head into the kitchen.

“Momma? I'm home!” her voice is small as it rings throughout the house. She hears movement from upstairs and the wait to see her mother is so agonizingly slow. Footsteps thunder down the stairs and she turns around, rubbing her sweaty palms on her shorts.

“Is that my sweet girl?” her mother questions, standing in front of her.

“Hi, Momma,” she smiles through the tears as her mother pulls her into her arms. She wraps her arms around her mother and squeezes tightly, feeling tears slip past her cheeks. Her mother’s hands rub smooth circles down her back as her little girl cries in her arms. She pulls away and laughs lightly, wiping her face.

“You're so beautiful, baby. You're so muscular and lean… that school out west is lucky to have you as a student and as an athlete. I'm so proud of you… we all are,” her mother smiles, pushing away her daughter’s tears with her thumb.

“Thanks, Momma.”

“I was just about to make breakfast. Grandma is out on the back porch. It's nice to see you, Wanda.”

She nods and pulls open the screen door to the back of the house. She steps out and her eyes lock with her Grandma. Her face breaks out into a grin as she steps into her warm embrace.

“Hi, Gram,” she mutters, pressing her nose into her shoulder. The familiar scent of coffee and smoke fills her senses.

“Hi, sweet girl. You're still beautiful as ever,” he grandmother greats her, holding her at arm's length so she could get a good look at her. Y/n grins and kisses her cheek.

The door slides open and she doesn't bother looking back, assuming that it's either Wanda or her mother. She doesn't want the moment with her grandmother interrupted.

“Hey, Gram, I got you the coffee creamer that you wanted from the store,” that all too familiar voice rings through her ears.

She freezes on her spot on the porch. Her shoulders tense and she turns around. Her eyes lock with his and it feels like she can't breathe. Here, in front of her, Dayton White stood with a stupid container of coffee creamer on her childhood back porch. His hair is swept to the side and his blue eyes still sparkle with mischief. He hasn't changed much. He's still clean cut but he's more muscular and built.

Her face is stone cold as his own pulls into a smirk. “What are you doing here, White?” she practically snaps, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Didn't you hear, Cheetah? I live in the guest house,” he smirked, biting on his lip.

“What?” she glances at her grandmother for confirmation. She only nods.

“Benny gave me the shed and your momma let me rent the house. It's easier to repair the car and it's close to the track if I just stay here.”

It feels as if her heart was ripped out of her chest. She feels like her family betrayed her. After everything he did to her, her family still chose him. She swallows hard and looks away, feeling tears prick at the corners of her eyes.

“You, Momma, and Benny always liked Dayton, I didn't know you liked him enough to let him live here after everything he did to me,” she sniffs, glancing out into the yard.

“Sweet girl, listen, we were struggling to keep the shop open and we needed a racer to sponsor that was young and better than Benny, and Dayton was more than happy to help.”

“Why didn't you tell me?” she whispers. “If I would've known, I wouldn't--”

“You wouldn't have left?” Dayton snaps.

“Shut up, White!” she shouts. “You're one of the reasons why I left! You broke me!”

Her throat tightens and a tear slips down her cheek. She stomps down the porch and storms towards the shed. She rips the door open and drags her car out, hopping into the seat. The engine roars to life and she takes off.

Tears slide down her cheeks as she races to the practice track. She's angry at Dayton for acting like he wasn't one of the reasons she left. She's angry at her family for not telling her about the financial situation sooner. She would've stayed to help… maybe even be the racer for her family’s shop. Her heart is broken because her best friend, her brother, is gone, and there's nothing that could bring him back.

She slams her foot on the accelerator and flies around the track. Her brother and everyone else she was close with as a kid always told her how natural her talent came with racing. It's like she never left. Her right hand shifts the gears with ease as she does numerous laps. She screams and the car spins out of control until it stops. She moved the car into park and sobs escape her.

The sobs are loud and ugly and she feels so empty. She feels so numb. Her heart is so broken beyond repair that it doesn't seem to phase her. Her head rests in her hands as she cries and cries and cries.

She glances at the window and she laughs bitterly at the person who's standing just outside her car. “Go away, Dayton,” she snaps, wiping her face. “I don't need a babysitter.”

“What the hell was that?” he questions bitterly. “You could've gotten hurt driving that wreckless! Do you want your Momma to bury you too?”

“Fuck off, Dayton! You don't care about me, so don't start acting like you do! I had everything under control!”

“Get out of the damn car, Y/n. I'm taking you home.”

“No!” she shouts. “I'm not going anywhere with you!”

He huffs angrily before pulling the velcro window down and hopping inside the car. “What the hell are you doing?” she screams. “There's no room for you!”

“I'm makin’ room, Cheetah. You're gonna have’ta sit in my lap, sweet cheeks,” he practically smirks, moving her so he’s underneath her and she's on his lap. She huffs and he drives back to the house.

The trip back to the house is too long for her liking. It was silent and uncomfortable. Once the car stopped, she scrambles out of the car and into the house, completely avoiding Dayton as she left him sitting in her car.

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[wienerbarnes]

Injury

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Cheek to Cheek)

Word Count: 3,127

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, self-deprecation, Bucky cooking

A/N: yall wanted some extended stories of cheek to cheek so i will deliver as long as the ideas come :) also the gif has absolutely no correlation to the oneshot im just obsessed with the new content we got today LOL anywayyyy if yall have any requests for this pair lmk!

MAIN MASTERLIST | CHEEK TO CHEEK MASTERLIST

Bubbles and foam stick to the curves of his palms, both flesh and metal, as Bucky finishes washing his dishes from dinner. He’s gotten closer and closer to perfecting his bao buns; he only tore open one dumpling when twisting them closed and he remembered to oil the parchment paper that lined the bamboo steamer Sharon got him for his birthday.

He shuts the water off and moves to the left side of his sink to begin drying his now clean china. It’s been a peaceful night in his apartment. Alpine shared the seat with him on the couch while Bucky ate his dinner, hoping some pork would slip out of Bucky’s mouth so he could catch the treat. He started watching some cheesy rom-com before getting bored and just shutting off the television altogether, opting to play some music while he completed his chores instead.

Ella Fitzgerald’s voice fades out and Bucky waits for the small silence in between songs to end. The towel pauses on the plate for a moment as the beginning tunes of Cheek to Cheek echo in his apartment. 

“Heaven, I’m in heaven…”

Bucky continues drying off his glass and remaining silverware as you flash in his mind. He hasn’t seen anything about you nor have you left him any other notes or clues since that day he saw you at the fresh market. He hopes you’re okay. Truly. You were thrown into a life you surely weren’t meant to live at such a young age, barely an adult, and then almost put to death for acting out due to trauma that was out of your control.

Almost immediately after Bucky puts the final dry glass in the cupboard, his ears perk up. He’s not entirely sure what the sound was; he pokes head out from the doorway of his kitchen to see a ball of white fluff still unmoving on his couch, the same position as he was ten minutes ago except tiny ears are standing tall and proud now.

Bucky glances at the windows that are visible and they all still have the lock in tact, the door is still locked as well. Bucky quickly examines the mental map in his head and realizes the only other spot having access to the alleyway next to the apartment building besides his living room windows is the large window in his bedroom. He steps back to the kitchen to grab ahold of one of the knives in the drawer.

As he slowly and silently creeps towards his slightly ajar bedroom door, his ears pick up another heartbeat. Quick, stressed beats hit his ears as he draws closer and closer to the door. He pushes the door open quickly to see his window still half open, lock broken and hanging on the sill, and his eyes meet your heaving frame on his carpeted bedroom floor.

Bucky lets out a sigh and tosses the knife onto his bed before crouching down to help you up.

“Geez, you couldn’t have left some sort of ominous note or another friendship bracelet before breaking into my place?” Bucky scolds as he rests his hands on the tops of your shoulders.

You flinch roughly and cough out a “Help,” that quickly catches Bucky’s attention. He’s able to twist your body slightly so your weight is on your bottom instead of your legs and his eyes immediately catch onto the deep gash along your ribs and the blood pouring around your hands. The blood is coming out of the cut so fast, Bucky can almost hear the gushes. Squirts of blood make there way out from in between your fingers and Bucky notices then just how pale you are. 

He stands and runs to his bathroom to grab his spare bath towels along with a first aid kit. You blood ruins his fluffy white towels and soaks them almost instantly as he pops open the first aid kid and grabs the bottle to sterilize your wound along with a needle and surgical thread to stitch you up. It won’t be the best, but it’ll be enough until he can get you to a hospital.

“N-no hospital.” You whimper. Did I say that out loud?

“Stop talking. Ignore me, just-just stop talking and don’t move.” Bucky stutters and soaks the other towel in alcohol to replace the now blood soaked one. 

This back and forth continues until the blood slows down enough for Bucky to get in there and cut away at your shirt to expose your rib area. 

“Christ, were you mauled by a fucking bear?” Bucky mumbles. The cut is bad. Really bad. He’s sorry for the nasty scar that the combination of this cut and his horrible stitching skills are about to leave on your smooth skin.

“I-I saw it coming, too. I saw it, and I-I still c-came over here…” You trail off, voice ragged and wet. He spares a glance at your face; your skin is wet with a mixture of sweat and tears and your brows are turned upwards in both exhaustion and defeat.

“And-and then I noticed this was your building,” A deep breath, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I couldn’t go to a, to a hospital, I’m sorry,” You voice gets more and more panicked with what little energy you have left.

“Hey, relax, alright? I’m gonna fix it, I just need you to relax, okay? Just relax for me, doll.” Bucky reassures you as he threads the needle. This is gonna fucking suck, I’m so sorry.

Bucky plunges the needle through your skin at one end of the cut and you merely tense; he can tell you’re using everything within you to stay as still as possible. 

The torture continues as Bucky tries to sew you up as quickly and delicately as possible. He finally finishes and goes to grab another towel to clean up any leftover blood that’s glued itself dry to your soft skin.

Bucky dabs gently at your skin and the color slowly comes back to your face. You’re staring straight at his ceiling, face seemingly emotionless, but he can sense the anger radiating off your body.  

“You gonna tell me what happened?”

“Stupid Hydra cunts; what the fuck do you think happened?” You snap. The emotion finally comes out in your voice and he glances at you once more. Your eyes are more wet than usual and his heart breaks for you. God, let this fucking girl rest.

“They get away?” 

“Fucking assholes.” You mumble to yourself, as though you didn’t hear him. Bucky watches a small tear exit through the corner of your eyes and he doesn’t need to ask you again to know that they did.

Bucky grabs your hands and pulls you up slowly as to not let you get lightheaded and his metal hand rises to push stray hairs out of your face. You flinch a little bit, but he continues anyway. Now that you’re sitting up on your own, he reaches his arms behind your head and pulls your hair into a loose ponytail with the hair-tie that’s stayed on his wrist even after his haircut.

He can feel you watching him with wide eyes, probably confused as to why he’s treating you with such caution and care when you’re a serial murderer and kidnapper wanted by the entire planet and you’ve just ruined his window and his carpet.

“I’ll give you some clothes to change into. When was the last time you ate?” Bucky whispers to you, voice remaining sweet and so, so, so gentle.

“What?” You ask, mouth twisting into a small, confused frown. Bucky scoffs and pulls you up by the tops of your arms and helps walk with you towards his bathroom. You lean against the wall and he disappears back into his bedroom and returns with a giant long sleeve shirt and soft pajama pants, a pair of socks rolled into a tight ball resting atop the stack of clothes. He rests the stack on the counter and says, “Holler if you need anything.” before closing the door behind him as he exits. 

Bucky likes the modern look, that’s for sure. Simple, grey and white tones with pops of gold to highlight different spots of the bathroom.You don’t even know when it was the last time you were in a bathroom this nice looking.  Definitely before Hydra, but everything good in your life was before Hydra. 

You take a deep breath and remove your clothes before staring at your reflection in the mirror. Your hair, that you’ve dyed a muted purple since the last time you saw Bucky, is faded towards the tips and your dark brown roots have grown out to your ears. You observe the scars and dark freckles that decorate your skin, spending a few extra seconds the new one you’ve collected tonight.

You did this on purpose. You didn’t see you getting stabbed, but you saw Bucky getting stabbed tonight in his apartment. You don’t know why you traveled two hours into this part of New York to rescue him, or whatever it is you think you did tonight. 

That was fucking stupid. You could’ve gotten yourself killed, or worse, caught. All for what, some fucking Avenger who showed you a little kindness while you were on death row? You’re so fucking dumb, you know that? You think you’re some big hero now or something? That this makes up for everything you’ve done? You’re no hero, you’re the farthest thing away from a hero. Who would even-

“Hey, you alright in there? You didn’t pass out on me did you?” Your self-deprecation is interrupted by a certain soldier’s deep voice coming through the door.

“Yea, I’m fine.” You reassure as you grab the clothes and begin pulling them on one by one.

When you exit the bathroom, you come face to face with the soldier himself. Noses are almost touching and you can smell the sweet and tangy scent of whatever he was cooking on his body. You can’t help but lick your lips at the delicious thought of something to eat and you notice his eyes flicker down to see your tongue poke out between your lips. His eyes meet yours again and he clears his throat before turning and returning back to the kitchen. You don’t waste time in following quickly behind.

… 

Bucky slowly stirs the sweet and spicy sauce with the leftover pork from his bao. He didn’t have the patience to sit for an hour twist small dumpling balls, but the least he could do was warm up what remains of the meat. He also threw in a small bag of frozen vegetables in the microwave, which have about three more minutes to them. Sure, definitely not as good as fresh vegetables, but he doubts you’ll care, or even notice for that matter.

It’s when the microwave beeps that he realizes you’ve been in his bathroom for too long. Maybe your stitches popped. Maybe you passed out from what a shitty job he did on your cut. Maybe you’ve been bleeding out on his bathroom floor this entire time and he’s been too busy stirring pork to notice. Maybe you snuck back out the window. Maybe you snuck back out the window but didn’t jump right and now you’re more hurt on the ground of a dirty alleyway.

Bucky switches the heat off and goes to the bathroom to check on you. 

As he nears the door he softly presses his ear against the wood and he relaxes when he can hear the rapid thump of your heart on the other side. He lifts his right middle finger knuckle to tap on the door, “Hey, you alright in there? You didn’t pass out on me did you?” Bucky teases, hoping to God that you didn’t. 

“Yea, I’m fine.” Comes your voice through the door and Bucky lets out a breath of relief.

The door opens and he feels a bit of heat on the back of his neck at the sight of his oversized clothes on you. He sees the stretch of your collarbones above the large head hole of the shirt he gave you and he sees the tips of your now bright yellow painted toes poking out from the sweatpants you’re wearing, which can confidently assume have the waistband string tied incredibly tight to keep from slipping down. His eyes catch your tongue slip out to wet your lips and his throat is suddenly very dry. He clears it and looks back up at your eyes. Jesus, you’ve just been blatantly staring and checking her out for who knows how long, you creep. Bucky turns and returns back to the kitchen to prepare your bowl of pork and vegetables.

He’s never seen someone eat so much so fast. Shoveling food into your mouth, small dribbles of saliva leaking out of the corners every once in a while, your tastebuds overwhelmed by the amount of flavor. You’re on your third serving already, glass of water barely touched and you continue to eat and eat and eat.

When you finally put the last forkful of pork and vegetables in your mouth is when you finally reach for the water and gulp down almost the entire thing. Bucky would be lying if he said he wasn’t impressed. Reminds him of himself when he had his first real meal after Hydra.

Bucky smiles as you let out a loud burp and he reaches to take your bowl and silverware. 

“Thanks, uh, for everything.” You say. Bucky looks over his shoulder from where he stands at the sink to see you looking at the ground.

“Don’t mention it. I, of all people, know what it’s like after, well, you know.” Bucky stumbles on his words.

“Yeah, well, it’s what I got to do, so,” You stand and he notices you look for anything you might’ve brought, even though you both know you had nothing on you.

“You goin’ somewhere? Got a place you’re staying at?” Bucky asks, shutting off the water and follows you as you pass through the living room and back into his bedroom.

“Is that a joke?”

You step back into the bathroom to grab your bloody clothes from the ground and you go back near the window to grab your shoes that you’re pretty sure flew off your feet when you flung yourself through Bucky’s window. Bucky’s hand stops your movement as it rests on your shoulder. He gently spins you around to face him.

“You nearly got yourself cut in half. With all the blood you lost, you should spend the night here.”

“Don’t you think it’s kinda dangerous to have two of America’s Most Wanted in the same apartment building?” You question, trying to find any excuse to get yourself out of here. You did what you wanted to here, even if it was stupid. Don’t go from stupid to moronic by getting comfortable. No matter how inviting those blue eyes are.

“Technically, I was pardoned by the government, so I'm no longer wanted. I can’t speak on your behalf though. But I’m sure two military trained killers can take care of themselves and each other.” 

“You take the guest room and I’ll take the couch. I’ll lock up the bedroom in case those baddies come back ‘round here and I’ll fix up the lock tomorrow.” Bucky walks over to his closet door and slides it open to grab two fluffy blankets from the very top shelf above his rack of clothes.

He turns back to face you and stares at you until you finally drop your shoes back on the ground. He gives you a small smile before walking out of his bedroom. You hear him lock his bedroom door after you exit and stand awkwardly until he can show you where his guest bedroom is.

Bucky can’t help the grin that spreads across his face when he turns around to see you, looking so small in his oversized clothes, folding your hands together, looking around the room, waiting for him to finish up. He chews on his lip hard to make the smile go away as he steps forward and down the hall to the guest bedroom door. He opens it for you and lets you step inside and glance around the room.

He notices the way you look around the room, making a mental note of everything in it, what can be used as a weapon, what can’t, as well as your eyebrow twitch at the realization that there’s no windows and no other means of emergency escape except through the main door. He doesn’t say anything about it, though. 

“I’ll, uh, be out in the living room, if you need anything. Uh, goodnight.” Bucky says awkwardly as you give him an equally awkward smile in return. 

Sleep comes easy to you that night, but you’re sure it has nothing to do with the supersoldier cuddled up with a little white kitten in the living room outside your door.

…

Bucky wakes up later than usual the next morning. Small claws stretch across his large chest as a very hungry kitten is awake and upset that there’s no food automatically in his bowl that morning. Bucky rubs his hands roughly against his face before swinging his feet over the edge of the couch and standing up. 

After peeling open a can of cat tuna and plopping it in Alpine’s cat dish, he leaves the now satisfied kitty to go see how you’re doing.

He gently knocks on the door and opts to slowly move it open when there’s no response. He opens it completely when he realizes the room is completely unoccupied. The bed is completely made and Bucky feels the sheets to feel them cold. He walks back across the apartment to his bedroom to see your shoes gone as well. 

Bucky won’t lie and say he’s not at least a little bummed out. He was hoping you’d stay a bit longer. So that your wound can heal up, of course. He’s not sure if Hydra experimented on you to make you super but everyone needs some good rest every once in a while. 

Bucky lets out a sigh before moving back into the kitchen to begin preparing his own breakfast. 

“Hey, uh, Alexa? Can you shuffle my music library, please?” Bucky asks politely.

He watches the blue circle shift around before familiar trumpets begin to fill the room. Bucky rolls his eyes and breathes out a humorless laugh as he reaches into the cabinet by his legs to take out a pan.

“Heaven, I’m in heaven,”

“And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak…” Bucky sings along softly.

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