#drivin down i 20

[drivin-down-i-20]

I don’t really know how to start this kind of thing off so I guess I’ll just introduce myself? I don’t want to get too personal, for reasons that I’m sure you’ll come to understand later, but I can at least tell you my job. I’m an employee of my state’s Highway Patrol. I’m not a cop or anything like that; I clean up accidents.

Semis, mostly. I’m part of a crew that is responsible for the section of I-20 that cuts across my state. We get calls mostly at night, so we’re all night owls, perpetually sipping caffeine in one form or another. Except for that one guy, but he’s a whole story all by himself.

I’ve seen some of the most horrific accidents you can imagine. Cattle trailers overturned. Sleeping truckers. Spills. And I’d like to tell a few stories if that’s okay. I’ve never believed that people living and working in places where secrets are kept is a good idea. Especially when those secrets are kept by those who are supposed to protect them. This is the “I’m sure you’ll understand why later part.” This is a throwaway account and it’ll be deactivated when I’m through with these stories. In the meantime, feel free to shoot me any questions you’ve got. Asks. Whatever. I figure Tumblr isn’t as… monitored as Reddit so maybe I’ll be okay. Just. Spread it around yeah? Protect your people. Help them protect themselves.

I’ve never been a superstitious or conspiracy type person. I was raised hand to mouth and didn’t really have time to think about any of that. I did go to church. Mama made all of us go. I loved lessons in Sunday School about the great heroes in the Bible. David. Moses. Samson. Superheroes of the Bible the old woman who was my teacher called them.

As I got older though, I realized they were just men. People. David was a murderer, murdered a friend to steal his wife. Moses was a murderer, but I’ll be honest, I’d have done what he did too. Samson got himself in an entire bind over a woman. They weren’t to be idolized. They were to be learned from.

Guess this is what my first story’s like. Learn something from it. Maybe.

It doesn’t snow much where I am. Instead, we get the ice. Yeah that real good pipe-busting, road-slicking ice. It’s not every year, heck we get balmy Florida sun as many winters as we get ice, but it can happen.

Couple years back there was an ice storm that put the bits of the state that were affected on a screeching halt. No school, no stores open, nothing. So everybody stayed real snuggled and safe at home until the thaw. Which was the next day. Everywhere was just soggy with it. The grass squelched under your feet.

A “side-effect” of this thaw was heavy fog. There was a man, husband, dad of two, minister in a local church, who was on his way to prayer early that morning. He was in a hurry so he was doing what everyone else does on a hectic morning: speeding.

Ah hush you know you do it. And sometimes, it’s okay to do. Keeping up with the flow of traffic and all that. Dude had his high beams up. It was just another day.

Until he ploughed into the back of a parked schoolbus at top speed. Doubt the guy knew what hit him.

Wasn’t anything anybody could do for him.

The bus was higher than his vehicle so most of what happened to the bus, happened to the undercarriage. The kids were scared and some were a little scratched and banged up, but they were all okay. Liked to have scared the poor driver clear to death, though.

The man in a hurry had already be taken away when we got there. People don’t really like to think about what happens to a body when it dies. Releasing the soul is kind of how I think on it. You don’t realize how many muscles and tendons are contracting right now, holding you together. When you die, it all relaxes. Yeah you go through rigor mortis, but that’s only after.

Your bowels release. Your bladder releases. If you were in an accident like this man, your veins let go. And what your body was working so hard to contain, it leaves. And it’s everywhere. All that hurrying and anxiety to get where he was going, it stayed behind too. With his wife and his kids. And it haunted them. You know it did. You know they asked themselves how they might’ve stopped that day from happening. What if Daddy had just waited a few minutes? The bus would’ve moved on, the fog might’ve lessened. And he’d still be there.

So take it from me, who’s had to hose my fair share of the refuse of hurrying and impatience off the asphalt, both of sinner and saint, being late is still being alive.

Sorry for the heavy start, but it’s the nature of my job. I’ll go in a different direction with the next one. Not all of them involve death and tragedy. We got a call to a clean up about 4:30 one morning for a semi overturn. Fella had rounded down a turn-off, coming down an overpass and cut too sharp. Whole trailer flopped over. She was hauling, wait for it, soap. Dawn. Oh my God. It was. Everywhere. Smelled great. But good sweet Lord. We got our big, coarse bristle brushes to try and sweep it into some tarps, trying to keep it from poisoning wildlife or the ecosystem, but it just made it all suds up. Bubbles. Everywhere. And then the wind got to blowing. It was a mess. Even once we got to just hosing it, it was like something out of a cartoon. But I still laugh about that one though with the guys. We might’ve frolicked through them like slow motion princesses and taken pictures. They’re in my blackmail folder just in case.

This crew’s been together the longest of any one I’ve been on. Folks usually get tired of it and want to move on to something less strenuous. Which I get. It’s not for everyone. But I like it. Keeps the bills paid. You know. I’m not unhappy. And I get sweet overtime.

Me and this older guy are the old hands. Let’s call him Jake. Jake’s older than me and I guess you could call him the foreman. But it doesn’t really work like that. He just knows what to do for most incidents and we listen. Experience is valuable.

Jake and I started working together when I moved to this crew about seven years ago. I’d been town cleanup for a bit but it was so boring. So I put my application in through the DOT, Department of Transportation, and got hired. Got a raise too. I was over the moon. I’ve always been one to feel more awake at night and Jake was the same. Guess maybe that article I read somewhere about evolution conditioning some of us to stay up and tend the fire in the night is true. Feels like it.

I’m rambling.

We got a early morning call, pre-dawn. There usually aren’t that many vehicles on the road that aren’t semis at that time of day. We’d been working on our gear, making sure it was all ready to go. Takes a lot of stuff to do this job. We drive a high-powered diesel wrecker for one with a trailer, in case of big debris. We also have kits that range from everything from corrosive chemical spills to bodily waste removal. Special containers, neutralizers, discrete disposal units, all that stuff. So you have to keep all that useful. Make sure it’s not past the expiration and so on. When we’re not on a job, that’s what we do.

So we got a call out and headed out. There were about ten of us, me and Jake in The Big’un, that’s what we called the wrecker, and then the rest took DOT-provided pickups. You’ve probably seen them. Got the emergency strobes and flags on them.

The first thing I noticed was the smoke. Thick and white, just hanging in the air. FD was already there but they weren’t working on the truck. They were trying to put out what had spread over to the trees. It was a dry year and the woods were parched kindling; everything in a 200 yard radius of that truck was already cinders. The semi had pulled over and was just resting on the side of the road. PD had already blocked off as much of the road as they could to allow some traffic through, though there really wasn’t much.

The trailer had caught fire, that much was very obvious. Whatever had been inside must’ve not been secured properly and had flopped around, fallen over and either made a spark or reacted with another chemical. Whatever it’d been was hot burning too. The driver had been taken to the hospital already for third degree burns. Which was the first odd thing, when I thought about it later. The driver’s cab was fine. Scorched a bit on the back but fine. All the fire damage had been pointing away from it, toward the doors of the trailer.

I remember Jake, who was usually very reserved and placid, booming out orders to tow the trailer away from the original sight a bit. And I was glad too. The flames that were down in the woods were so bright and so hot. We wore sunglasses in the dark, trying to protect our eyes, and the heat was so bad that we were treated for mild burns to our faces and hands afterward. I had a beard then; I shaved it the next day because patches were burnt clean off.

We didn’t stay long. There weren’t any chemicals to clean up, just hauling the ruined trailer away to give the FD room to put that fire out.

When you work this kind of job, you end up seeing the same folks at the same event, you know? Jake was having some coffee when we got back to the call our office the next day. He’d had a haircut, a bad one. And his face was all blistered like he’d been at Daytona for a week. We all slathered up for a while after that to keep from getting ashy and peeling too bad. Jake looks like something out of a Viking movie. The Avengers Thor guy wishes.

“Everything okay?” he finally asked me, in that deep thunder voice he’s got.

“Shoot man, yeah. But crispy… Did they get the fire out?”

Jake nodded. “I know a bunch of them guys. Talked to ‘em this morning. Lot of ‘em out today with arc-eye and burns all over ‘em. Said the driver didn’t make it.”

That stunned me. “Didn’t make it? But the cab was fine!”

Jake had arched a confirming eyebrow.

I didn’t know what arc-eye was, but I googled it later. It’s what happens when welders don’t wear proper protection on their eyes. Looking at the arc like that can lead to severe irritation of the eye and even blindness in some cases.

“Said he died of severe internal trauma and heat-related injuries. Insides were cooked until they burst. Guy’s eyes were clouded white from the heat. Said it took a flyover all the way from Texas to finally put all of the fire out. They had it contained but their guys kept passing out from heat exhaustion.”

I remember being so staggered by this. And I remember looking for news about it later because that was really something. But I never did see any.

And I remember breaking that trailer down. How it was still hot. How the doors had been bent outward, the lock melted solid. How the fire trailed away. In a straight line.

Jake watched me as we worked. The way his eyes rested on me… it was like he was waiting for something. When we got the doors off, he’d taken his gloved hand and run his fingers through the grooves, elbowing me so I’d look at what he was doing.

It still feels so stupid to think this. Because who does this? Who makes this connection? It makes me feel crazy but it. It happened. The grooves weren’t melt patterns, like slag. They were claw marks. Pushed through the metal and ripped backward. Curled like paper. Peeled almost.

I’ve never said out loud what it looked like to me. But Jake made me put my fingers in those grooves. Curve my hand around that metal. Feel what it felt like. Feel the warmth living in that metal. And we looked at each other for a long time, not saying a word. Jake knew and I knew. And that seemed to be all he wanted. For me to know.

I thought about what else Jake had said about the driver. His friend in the FD had been pretty disturbed and had talked to him a while. Jake’s that kind of guy. You can talk to him. Something about him makes it easy for people. Comforting.

“FD lady said the man was screaming when they got to him. Burn victims do that, yeah, but she said he grabbed hold of them and wouldn’t let go. Had to pry him loose. Kept saying “seen” over and over. Y’know sometimes when the body’s been traumatized so bad, the mind can’t handle it. He was scared, though. The pain was bad but he was so scared that he just wanted someone to hold him.”

Sorry if the ending here is abrupt but…? That’s all I got for now. I have to get ready for work, and I’ve been thinking about maybe asking Jake if he’s ever seen anything else like that night. We’ve been on some other calls together but he’s been at this for nigh unto twenty years. We’ll see.

#personal post #drivin down i 20 #(creepypasta) #post 1 #text post #clean up crew #unreality #(JUST. A. STORY.)

[ramp-it-up]

II Most Wanted Pt. 3: Drivin’ you crazy...

Pairing: Syverson x OFC Reader "Buttercup" (w/ Betty Bronco)

Summary: Sy tells his story and you tell yours. And all of that pent up feeling has to go somewhere, right?

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. S MUT, Angst, pining, fluff. Mentions of teenage pregnancy, cheating, deception, divorce, breakups., self-destructive behaviors, fighting, promiscuity, mentally abusive relationships, miscarriage. Army life. Old automobiles, a 20 year high school reunion, a drive-in, red meat and french fries, dirty talk, voice kink, mentions of masturbation, fingering, oral sex (male and female receiving), grown ppl getting NASTY in the back of a car, graphic depictions of sex acts.

Read at your own risk.  Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

A/N:  This is the third installment of II Most Wanted. I'm in love with these two; they are bringing my cold dead writer heart back to life. If you like it, please reblog and comment.

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Previous part

—--

You let Sy’s arm go and settled in for the ride once you got to State Route 405. The window was down and you were making waves in the wind, just like you used to do all those years ago. 

Sy looked over at you and felt something that he couldn’t name at that moment, and the feeling intensified when you reached up and pulled your hair out of the chignon, letting it go wild in the wind. 

He didn’t know he made a sound in his throat as he admired how you looked in the moonlight. You looked back over at him, hair whipping around your face; gorgeous.

“What?”

He realized that he was grateful that you agreed to come with him at all. He said something instead of what he was feeling.

“You hungry?”

You looked out to the highway and smiled at the road.

“Looks like you already know the answer to that.”

Sy nodded at you, a slight smile on his lips. He felt the familiar rhythm of you two falling back in sync. Didn’t seem like two decades at all. 

“Just checking.”

After a comfortably silent ten minute ride, you pulled up at Cardin’s Drive-Thru, an institution in your town. You grinned at Sy.

“The world is your oyster, order anything you want.”

He waved his hand toward the menu on his side of the car and you giggled at the familiar phrase. You scooted closer to him on the bench seat. 

“Sorry. I wear glasses now. Didn’t bring them.”

Sy didn’t know why the image of you in glasses got him hard. You glanced at him as you leaned over him to look at the menu to see if it had changed. He took in your breasts as you gave him a view of your cleavage as you leaned over his lap. Lord, give him strength.

“No worries at all, Buttercup.”

His voice was gruff and you felt his breath on your face as you closed your eyes and took a whiff of burgers and fries and Sy.

Sy was practicing all of his restraint as you stayed close to him to look at the menu.

“I want…”

That voice did something to Sy, and he had to shift in his seat. You and that damn cute look of curiosity didn’t help the situation in his pants either. 

“I want… a Smokey Burger and a chocolate shake please!” 

You were as happy as a clam.

“Y’know. I’ve had dreams about Cardin’s burgers, especially since I stopped eating red meat two years ago. But you know what, tonight seems to be all about “Fuck It!” 

Sy raised his eyebrow at you.

“You just ordered a burger with double patties and bacon.”

“Yep,” You popped the p. “I know.” 

You grinned at him and he shook his head.

“Still living dangerously, I see.”

You raised your chin.

“I’m still living,” you replied.

An understanding passed between you.

“Amen.”

Sy stretched his long arm out of the window to press the button and order, and you were staring at his forearms again. Don’t be such a slut, you thought.

“Yes, we need a Smokey Burger, a chocolate shake, a Huge Burger, no onions, and an extra large Frenchy fries, with a large Dr. Enuf.”

He smirked at you after the order was confirmed.

“It’s a given that you would come for my Frenchy fries.”

Sy gave you a short history about the ownership of the legendary drive-in, and how the new owners were long time residents who vowed to restore its former glory, including the world famous Frenchy fries.

“Well, Cardin’s fries are legendary, but I have to be careful. ‘M not the same size I used to be.”

You smoothed your dress down as much as you could while seated. Sy followed the path of your hands on your body and licked his lips.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. You look damn good to me.”

Sy arched his eyebrow at you and you laughed nervously.

“I’m dead serious. You look even better than I remember, Buttercup. You were always so pretty.”

You were quiet as you looked into his eyes. He was being sincere.

“Sy, that’s sweet.”

He moved toward you, getting into your space. You couldn’t breathe, and your primal brain was kicking in.

“If you only knew what thoughts I’m thinkin, Buttercup. You wouldn’t call me, “sweet.”

 His eyes ran over your body posessively. 

“You are still the finest woman I’ve ever seen.”

You were locked in, ready to ask him what he was thinking and let him ruin your life all over again. You parted your lips to lick them and speak when you heard the metal of the drive-in tray connect with the open window behind Sy and your focus shifted as Sy moved away.

“Got your food here!”

Sy ran his hand through his short curls. He looked annoyed. At the interruption, his hair, maybe both?

“Haven’t had my hair this long in a while. Growing it out.”

You reached out and arranged an errant curl.

“Looks good on you, Sy.”

He just grinned and then turned to get the food. 

Once the food was in the car and paid for, he asked, “Wanna take this up to the Lookout?”

You looked at him skeptically.

“Only so we can tailgate and talk and stretch our legs. And look at the view.”

He smiled that rogueish smile at you. Some things never change, you thought with a smile. You sipped your shake, which was still really too thick to drink, and nodded.

“What the hell. You only live once, right?”

“Ya damn right, Buttercup.”

— 

You sat eating Sy’s Frenchy fries under the star light as country music played and Sy looked at you thoughtfully, Beyonce playing in the background.

Il tuo fedel

Sospira ognor

Cessa, crudel

Tanto rigor

Ooh

Ooh

“You ready?”

You hopped off the liftgate and stood in front of him, prepared to hear his story.

“Let’s go.”

Sy took a deep breath as you waited and listened. 

“Well, the fact is, you told me so.”

“What do you mean?”

“You asked me if I was sure that the baby was mine. Then I got mad and that made things worse. And that was the last time you spoke to me.”

“Yeah.”

“And after you broke up with me, rightly so in that situation, I decided to be there for my family. Becca and I got married at the courthouse before the baby came, and I enlisted in order to have an income and health insurance for the baby.”

Your heart clenched.

“I shipped out right after little Jeremiah was born.”

There was a wistful smile on Sy’s face that warmed your heart.

“Becca stayed with her parents while I was on tour, and for two years we were apart. It was hard bein’ away, and Becca and I didn’t have the best relationship, but I was set to make it work for our kid, ya’ know?”

“I wouldn’t have expected anything less, Sy.”

He looked at you long and hard.

“Becca broke the news to me when I came back. The baby was Jeremy’s, but he didn’t want to accept responsibility at the time, and she knew I would.”

“What?”

Your mouth dropped open. 

“Jeremy Atkins. Your best friend Jeremy?”

“Unhhunh.”

Sy looked as hurt as if it just happened.

“I am so sorry Sy.”

“It was a helluva blow. And I was so angry. At myself for believing the lie, you know? For getting attached to the idea of being a parent.”

Your heart broke for Sy. You moved closer to him.

“I was so self destructive. Got into fights with everyone at every bar within a 50 mile radius. Then, I went right back to Afghanistan, acting as if each one was a suicide mission.”

Sy’s voice lowered.

“Came home in another two years and screwed up the courage to ask Bubbles about you. She told me you were engaged to…”

“Scott. Yeah…”

You couldn’t look him in the eye, but Sy lifted your chin with his fingers, causing you to look him in the eyes.

“And you know what? Thinking that you were happy calmed me down a little. I was proud of you for getting your degree and moving on, so I decided to do the same. Went to college, mostly on line, and then Officer’s Training School, joined Special Forces. Went back to the front and became a leader. Immersed myself in the cause while keeping perspective of my role in it. But a couple of years ago I got injured,”

He saw the look on your face.

“It’s my back. I’m mostly fine. But it allowed me to retire early.”

Sy looked around at the view, the twinkling lights of the town.

“I started a business with a partner, and I volunteered to be the offensive line coach for the high school in my spare time. I even got to coach Jeremiah his senior year. He’s turned out to be a good kid.”

He looked at you, and time seemed to melt away. He was the same Sy you fell in love with 20 years ago. But with so much more wisdom. 

“I live a good life, Buttercup. Don’t feel sorry for me.”

You moved to sit beside him again on the tailgate. You were silent as you tried to think of what to say.

“I don’t feel sorry for you. I’m sorry this happened to you. I forgive you for what I held against you. Sy? D’you forgive me?”

You needed his answer like air.

“Nothing to forgive, Buttercup. Like I said. I can’t complain about my life.”

You looked up at Sy who was looking up at the stars with a wry smile on his face. You looked up, too. He looked back down at your profile.

“What about you? How has your life been?”

You took a deep breath, contemplating that question and the stars. You decided to tell him everything. Well, almost everything.

“I was angry too, Sy. You know that. Angry that all my well laid plans were turned to dust in a moment. When I went to college across the state, I decided to stop caring so much. So, I fucked everyone in sight.”

Sy winced. You chuckled.

“I calmed down in a couple of years and met Scott. He seemed so steady? He was in law school, and his father was a partner in a big firm. He said that I didn’t have to finish my degree; I could just go home with him to New York City, have a couple of babies and be a society wife. Seemed like a good idea, so I did. I left just two semesters shy of having my degree in architecture.” 

You shook your head at your gullibility.

“My mom was elated, thinking I’d hit the jackpot.”

You got up again and started pacing, hands wrapped around yourself as you thought back to that time in your life.

“It was not good. Two miscarriages, 3 mistresses, and 8 years later, I finally found the courage to leave with Carla when she came to visit. I vowed never to go back to that headspace again.”

Sy stood up then, fists closed at his side and his jaw clenched.

“I didn’t know. I asked about you, but neither Bubbles nor Blossom told me that. I would have come for you, Buttercup.”

You smiled at him. 

“They knew better than to say a word to you. Seven years ago I didn’t want anyone to know. And I didn’t need rescuing. I rescued myself.”  

You smiled again and Sy just wanted to hold you.

“Went back to school and finished my degree. Lived life on my own terms.”

You looked him in the eye again.

“So yeah, I guess I have a pretty good life, too.”

“I’m glad, Buttercup.”

Sy sat down again and your eyes moved down the length of him. Why did brown dress shoes get you so hot? You had a problem.

“You sharing this good life with anyone?”

Sy’s voice made you nervous all of a sudden. You looked at your hands.

“Not at the moment, no. I’m single.”

Sy seemed to let out a breath. 

“Me, too, been single ever since I retired.”

You didn’t know what to say. 

“Oh.”

Sy stood up and walked in front of you. You were still looking at his shoes.

“Ya know, I’ve only felt like I’ve been in love once, no. Twice in my life.”

“Hmmm.”

You were afraid of this conversation and you couldn’t fully participate. 

“Please look at me Buttercup.”

You did as he asked. His eyes were burning right through you.

“The first time I felt that was 20 years ago, with you. And the second…”

Sy moved toward you and took your hands in his.

“Hell, we’ve wasted enough time, Buttercup. The truth is,when I saw you tonight I realized that I’m still in love with you now.”

—-

The wind was knocked out of you. How were you supposed to respond?

“Sy, I- I can’t survive another hurt. My heart is in pieces.”

“I know, Buttercup. But I promised you that I will love you until the day I die. I meant that shit. I still mean it.”

He moved closer, and he slotted himself between your thighs. His hands went to your hips and he pulled you close.

“Won’t you let me make it up to you? These last 20 years?”

You continued to look into his eyes as you considered his request. You put your hands on his chest as you made your decision.

“No, Sy. I can’t let you do that.”

He looked hurt and his eyes were cast down as his cheeks dusted pink. He thought he blew it. Then you spoke again.

“The past is the past. It’s done. We can try and work on today. And tomorrow. One day at a time. I’d like to try with you.”

Sy’s brow furrowed, but his face softened as he realized what you were saying. He gave you a soft smile.

“Fair enough, Buttercup. Let’s work on today. And tomorrow. I’ll give you some time.”

You thought about how Sy was always a gentleman with you, never pushing you to do anything you didn’t want to do, always putting your needs first. Well, you needed him now.

Your hands were fisting his shirt now, pulling apart so that you could see his dog tags against his chest hair, and that image sent you feral. You pulled him toward you. Sy sucked in a breath as you left a soft kiss on his lips, his beard tickling your cheeks. He seemed frozen as you pulled away. 

“Mmmhm.”

Sy grunted in his throat and his hands came up to your waist. His cock was swelling and he felt on the edge of control. 

“I wanna kiss you again, Buttercup. And not in a ‘sweet’ way.”

“Do it, Sy. We’re grown now.” 

You were breathless at the emotion and lust in his voice. 

Sy moved his hand to the back of your neck and you shivered as he carded his fingers at the back of your scalp, tugging on your curls to make you look up at him.

“‘M not sure you are ready for all that I want, Buttercup.”

And his mouth descended on yours, his thumb came around and ticked your jaw open for him to invade your senses with himself. He kissed you like he owned you, and his hands ended up on both sides of your head as you moaned your way through the kiss. He pulled away, looked at your lips, then went back in to kiss you again.

“Ya got my mind runnin’ baby. Those lips. Fuck. I’m down bad.”

Sy’s cock was hard and aching, and his hands were on your body: those thighs, that ass as he pulled you closer to him. Then he stopped and leaned away, searching your face. Your eyes were dilated and those lips were parted.

Holy fuck, was he a goner.

You whimpered and pulled him closer, your hands going to his ass as he kissed you again. He was laughing at you as he pulled away this time.

“Look who’s getting spicy no-”

Sy stopped talking when you ripped his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere. You were disappointed when you saw the tank he was wearing underneath.

“Sorry Sy. I ruined your shirt. I don’t know what came over me.”

You looked up at him under your lashes and he couldn’t tell if you were being facetious or not. You toyed with his dog tags, imagining them waving in your face as... Shit. What were you doing?

Sy stepped back and pulled the shirt off, and pulled the tank out of his pants, then came back to you immediately, hands moving up your thighs, pushing your short dress up even further.

“I know what came over you. Same thing’s that’s been possessing me for years, Buttercup.”

Sy leaned down to capture your eyes and you were stuck. You were locked in on him as he proceeded to destroy your sou.

“You’ve been drivin’ me crazy for years, running around my mind as I did a lot of things. Thought of you when I was training, eating, doing things around the house. When I was in-country and alone in my tent at night. When I…”

Sy stopped and licked his lips as his hands reached the tops of your thighs, long fingers toying with the waistband of your panties. You squirmed in his grip.

“Shit, Buttercup, do you ever think of me when you touch yourself?”

You were mute, mouth open to breathe, and Sy knew you were in the zone. 

“Cause I sure as hell do. Do you know how often I’ve imagined you wrapped around me when it was just my hand?”

Sy whispered it in your ear, but pulled back to see your reaction, which was wide-eyed lust. You licked your lips and nodded, ready to hear more. 

“Time and space is nothin’ to fight this powerful magic that is the thought of you, Darlin’. I imagine you, imagining me while you touch your pretty little pussy, circling your little clit with your delicious wetness. I dream of you getting off because of me, just like I cum so fucking hard just thinking of you. Every time.”

Sy watched your eyes close and your chest heave as you tried to regulate. He continued with his seduction.

“...But I know it’s nothing like the real thing.”

Your own fingers ventured below his undershirt, finding thick abdominal muscles there, and a dense happy trail. His stomach clenched in response to your touch.

“Mmmm. Can I touch you too, Buttercup? Are these panties soaked? Can I check to make sure?”

You were nodding as your hands went up his pecs, grabbing them, your fingers ghosting over his nipples. Sy moved his hands at a glacial pace it seemed, because you wanted him instantly where you needed him most. 

He found your sodden center over the gusset of your panties and you pressed into his light touch. He groaned as he started rubbing up and down your clothed seam and pressing the now sticky material into you. You leaned forward and started licking and sucking the veins that popped up on his neck. He moaned.

‘You got me so far gone, baby. I wanna…’’

He grabbed the side of your panties and you whimpered with need.

“Just say the word, and I’ll stop. But right now I can’t help myself. Need to feel you, touch you, taste you.”

“Don’t stop, Sy. Been waiting so long.”

Sy put his forehead against yours, breath huffing in time with yours. You again asked for what you wanted.

“Sy. I need you. Need to feel y-”

Your words caught in your throat as Sy pulled your panties to the side and sunk his fingers into your wetness. The obscene slosh of you made Sy pulse in his pants. He trailed up and down your cut, shaking his head and clenching his jaw.

“Why?” 

He looked up at you as if you had wounded him, blue eyes blazing.

“Why are you so fucking…so fucking wet? How do you expect for me t-to f-f fuck! T’ function when…?”

The stutter did you in.

“‘S’all you, Sy. Got wet when I first saw you t’night…”

Sy pulled his fingers out and tasted them, moaning, then growling, and then took a hold of your waist and practically threw you in the back of the truck. He leaned over the gate, pulled your thighs apart, then tore your panties off, causing you to squeal.

“You’re so fucking pretty. Gotta taste you, Buttercup. Can’t believe it’ll be my first time.”

“Go for it.”

You winked and smiled at him, but the look was wiped from your face as he dove into your crease, tongue licking a rude stripe from the bottom to the top of you. You put your hand over your mouth as you moaned.

Sy looked up at you, offended.

“Don’t keep your sounds from me, baby. Need to hear the real thing instead of my imagination.”

He went back to work kissing your clit, then sucking it into his mouth with increasing intensity. The slight burn from his beard was delicious. You got a grip of his hair as he manhandled your thighs, keeping you in place as you writhed and arched beneath him. He moaned against you while talking to your pussy. 

“So fucking good for me.” 

“Taste like a jar o’ spicy honey...”

“Hmmm. Beard’s all soaked now. That’s my girl.”

“Gettin’ even wetter for me, that’s what I like. Gimme.”

“I love this pretty little pussy.”

His proclamations were punctuated by kisses, licks, and sucks and finally, he pushed one thick finger into you as you called his name. The cunilingus, penetration, and praise had you teetering on the precipice.

“Syyyyyy!”

“That’s it. Let me hear you. Damn, you’re so fucking hot and so godamn tight. Dream about giving you my cock, but I don’t know if you can take it…”

He knew he had you as he leaned back down to suck your clit like taffy candy again. You watched him and moaned. Then he added another finger. You stiffened. Then he crooked his fingers, telling you to come to him, and you did. And all over his face.

Sy took off his tank and wiped his face with it, then unbuckled his pants and fisted his cock, crawling in the back of the truck with you.

“Don’t have any condoms, just let me… just let me rub one out…so fucking hard for you Buttercup.”

Sy was so far gone, his mind was mush.

“C’mere, Baby…”

You reached for him as he shuffled near you on his knees and started stroking, admiring the large mushroom cap of his cock glistening from pre-cum in the starlight. You fell in love with the way his length curved into the curls on his abs, and the way his breath hitched as your hand tried to close around him. You pressed your nose into his belly to inhale his scent, careful not to stop what your hand was doing. 

It was your turn to pleasure him.

“I do think about you, Sy. I imagine deep throating you while you play in my pussy. Makes me cum so hard against my little bullet.”

You pressed a kiss near his belly button as his cock jerked in your hand and his abs clenched. His hand went to your hair. You could tell that he wanted to move your mouth to his dick, but that he was holding back. You lifted your hand, jacking him faster as you kissed his balls, which were so tight against him.

“Wan’ you to cum all over my stomach, my tits…”

Sy groped your chest, searching for and then twisting your taught nipple when he found it. He was outright panting as you talked him through it.

“.... my ass, my lips, Sy…”

His groan was louder now and his knees were shaking as you licked a stripe up the underside of him, pausing, to purse your lips and gloss them in the clear fluid at his tip. You gazed up at him as you stuck your tongue out and kitten licked him.

“Truth is, I’m a slut for you. Fuck my face Sy,”

“Shhhhhitttttttt….!”

Sy grabbed your head and used your mouth while you concentrating on taking his thick length and breathing. 

“You’re a slut, hunh? My slut?”

You nodded as best you could, only to have your eyes roll as he pushed down your throat.

“Dream about swallowing my cum? D’ya? Like a good girl?”

“Ummhnnghhh!”

There were tears rolling down your face and saliva dripping down your chin.

“So fucking pretty swallowing my cock. Fuck….here it… fucking… comes….. Fuckkkk!”

Sy roared as his dick pulsed cum directly down your throat and you received it, letting your jaw go slack. Sy groaned as he pulled out and stroked the last of his spend on your outstretched tongue.

“So fucking nasty, Buttercup, who woulda thought?”

He beamed at you as you showed him his handiwork. He closed your mouth and you swallowed before he pulled you in for a filthy kiss. He cleaned your face with his tank top, straightened your clothes and his, and then pulled you to him.

“That was…”

You were hoarse, and you laughed. Sy laughed with you.

“That was hot.”

“Yeah. It was great.”

“I love you, Buttercup.”

There was silence on your end. You shivered as you thought about what was holding you back.

Sy didn’t want any awkwardness. He kept it moving.

“It’s getting chilly out.” 

He climbed out of the back of the truck and picked up his shirt, flicking any dust off of it and put it on you. Then, he put his tank top back on.

“Sy! That’s… Dirty.”

You blushed as you thought of your fluids all over it.

Sy lifted it and smelled it, then grinned back up at you.

“Yeah, smells like your pussy. Don’t think I’ll ever wash it.”

“Jacob Syverson!”

You swatted at his chest.

“Don’t act all shy on me now, not after what we just did, Buttercup.” 

He lead you back around to the passenger seat again and buckled you in. You bit your lip wondering what came next. Was this really happening? 

In a few minutes you were back at your car. The parking lot was empty except for your rental. Sy jumped out and opened your door. When you were back in your car, he leaned through the window and kissed your lips. 

“You’re here until Monday, yeah?”

It was Friday night. There was a weekend of activities for the reunion planned.

“Yeah. I’ll be at the cookout tomorrow, and church and brunch on Sunday. And I have a job interview Monday morning.”

Sy raised his eyebrow at that last bit, but didn’t ask for an explanation.

“Can I see you tomorrow night? Dinner?”

“Okay.”

Why were you so breathless?

Sy was anxious at letting you go.

“I’ll follow you to your air bnb. Just to make sure everything’s safe.”

You smirked at him. 

“Alright.”

Sy followed you to your old neighborhood, which now seemed to be gentrified, got out and checked out the house. Then, you walked him back to the front door. He leaned on the door frame and towered above you.

“G’night, Buttercup."

He licked those sinful lips of his.

"Sweet dreams.”

He leaned down and kissed you and then straightened up, eyes on you hungrily. He was driving you crazy, looking like a sex god. You thought about the amount of time you had left and you made a decision. You grabbed his shirt and pulled him into the house.

“Get your fine ass in here, Sy. I’m not done with you tonight.”

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[em1e]

༝  you know, i really like you, but are you like . . y’know?

家入 // DYLTGIR ⠀ ༝ ༝ ieiri shoko ⠀ ༝ ༝ 1.8k words ⠀ ⚠︎ modern!au where everything is fine, no pronouns but implied fem!reader bc of the song, in their early 20’s? suggestive kinda maybe idk man i just work here, alcohol consumption ⠀ — shoko loves retelling how the two of you got together.

contrary to popular belief, shoko ieiri was a lightweight. 

as much as she likes to drink and smoke and brag about how she could outdrink any of the boys in front of you, she takes five shots back to back and you know you’ll be dragging her to bed with more effort than you’d like. 

but, she’s having fun, and so are her friends, so who are you to really be upset when she has a pretty flush to her cheeks and she’s giggling like a schoolgirl? 

“can ya tell the story of how you two met again?” gojo slurs out, leaning most of his weight on nanami, who just pushes him off with a scowl. gojo bounces from one shoulder to the next, into geto who welcomes him with a small smile. 

it’s childlike, the way he asks, like he’s begging for a bedtime story from his parents rather than the embarrassing retelling of what brought you and shoko together. 

your own cheeks are warm despite not touching a drop of alcohol, waving in front of you dismissively, “you already know the story, gojo, i dunno why you ask for it everytime you’re drunk.” 

“but geto doesn’t!” he shakes his friend by the shoulder as if to emphasize this, and you fear geto might puke from the sudden movement, “he wasn’t ‘round when you two met, ‘member?” 

you do, vividly remember how shoko would complain to you about gojo complaining to her about geto going on a ‘sudden spiritual journey and leaving them behind’, but you think maybe now isn't the time to bring it up. 

and shoko’s interest has been piqued enough to your current conversation that she draws away from nanami with a giggle, arm wrapping around your own as she leans forward. 

“you wanna know how we met?” 

“‘f’course,” geto slurs out, now leaning against gojo. if anyone knocks into the two, they’d both go down in a heaping pile of lanky limbs. 

“i don’t think-” you start, only to be shushed by gojo. 

“she’s gon’a tell my favorite part!” 

you roll your eyes, sending a pleading glance to nanami as if he’d ever have any amount of control over them, but he just shrugs and slides over the whiskey he’d been drinking. before you’re even able to touch the cup, shoko’s grabbing it and swinging it back into her mouth with a click of her tongue and a boop to your nose. 

“nuh uh, you’re drivin’, ‘member?” 

in your defense, you weren’t going to take a sip of the drink, but it still makes you pout how quickly she took it away. at least she’s distracted from the story –

“gojo ‘nd i were out drinking,” she starts, and you visibly deflate at the start of her recount. 

༝ ༝ 

shoko was honestly surprised she managed to convince gojo to come out after such a disastrous midterm she is sure they both butchered. she knows he’s been down since geto dipped and the untimely failure was surely not going to bring his spirits up, but what broke college student doesn’t love to get drunk on a weekend? especially when your best friend offers to pay? 

she thinks her offer is what really got him to come out, and he seems at least a little happy to be out of the house; not burrowed under five different blankets with a tub of melted ice cream at his side, flipping through the same four streaming services before ultimately doom scrolling on his phone. 

it’s a nice change, she thinks. 

and when he leaves for a second to get the pair of them another round of shots, she spots you. 

pretty, with your hair styled nicely out of your face with a hot form-fitting outfit that hugs you nicely. she’s surprised she isn’t drooling. you catch her eye, offer a meek smile and turn away just as gojo comes back with the shots. shoko’s eyes haven’t left you, though. 

gojo slides her the glass and she catches it without looking away, bringing the rim to her lips and tipping her head back until the liquid’s past her tongue, warmth spreading further through her body after it being her second (or third? how many had gojo passed her?) shot. 

“you like ‘em?” gojo asks after shooting back his own, wiping at his mouth and following his friend's  gaze. 

“‘s cute.” she comments, but gojo can see the heart-eyes forming in her iris. he grins. 

“i can go talk ‘em up for ya, if you want-” 

that pulls her attention from you quick, eyes snapping to meet his, “absolutely not.” 

“why not?” he straightens his shoulders as if he’s really considering going, “they are pretty cute. might have to talk to ‘em myself-” 

gojo moves to step away from the table they’d laid claim to but before he can fully maneuver his way around, he’s being pulled back by shoko, who narrows her eyes and fixes her own little black dress with a pointed finger, “you are not ruining this for me.” 

and she makes her way to where you were previously hovering, eyes scanning over every warm body until she finally spots you sitting alone, finger running around the rim of your glass as if you were bored out of your mind. 

shoko could fix that. surely, definitely could fix that. 

she slides into the seat across from you, smile already on her cheeks when your eyes shift from the glass to her. 

“hi,” she starts, glad the warmth from the alcohol is buzzing under her skin enough to give her the boost she needs to be friendlier than usual. a look to the side and she catches gojo’s  lingering stare, a smirk on his face as he cheers her on with a nod of his head, and it’s enough to spur her on further, “you here all alone?” 

you smile besides yourself, hiding it when you look down at your lap. your fingers still tap tap tap at the rim of your glass, “i’m not,” you offer, “my friends are on the dancefloor and ‘m not much of a dancer.” 

noted, shoko’s smile only seems to widen, “really? ‘m sure you dance just fine.” 

you wave a hand absentmindedly in front of you with a scrunch of your nose, “nope, not me. i’m just here for the booze.” 

“then let me buy you one?” shoko offers, eyes flitting to the cup you’d been nursing, “you don’t seem like a bourbon type to me. i’m thinking you’d like . . a strawberry daiquiri? or maybe a mojito? i can make a mean sex on the beach, too, if . . that’d be something you’re into?” 

the implication isn’t lost on you; leaves you pausing for a second as if in thought, opening your mouth to say something then thinking better of it before bringing the glass to your lips and tipping your head back, drinking the entirety of it in one go. 

shoko’s impressed at how you don’t cringe at the taste, head tilting as she waits for your reply to her offer. 

“you don’t recognize me, do you?” 

shoko can’t help the way her brows furrow at the question, head turning further as she scans over your face. sure, maybe you look familiar? you could be in her econ class, or even her physics class, both are at eight in the morning and she’s hardly alive at that point of the day – the bar’s so dimly lit, too, who is she to really say? 

“i can’t say i do,” she says finally, sitting up straighter, “should i?” 

you smile again, bashful and pretty as you lean forward but look away from her, gesturing for her to lean forward as well. shoko does so without hesitation, eyes on your lips when you bring your hand towards your face like you’re getting ready to spill a juicy secret. 

“we’ve met before,” you almost whisper the words, and shoko’s glad she knows how to read lips or she fears she wouldn't catch the way they leave your tongue, “we went on a date like last year.” 

you lean back, almost impressed with yourself at how she remains hovering forward, searching your face for any sign of it being a lie. 

then, she’s on damage control, “i would've remembered a date with someone as pretty as you.” 

another smile is on your lips, “i changed my style up a bit. s’okay if you don’t recognize me, especially in this lighting.” you half gesture up to the flickering neon lights hanging around the establishment. 

“well . . what if we tried it again? ‘m sure i could make it up to you with that strawberry daiquiri?” 

her offer is quite tempting, but still, you can’t help but tease, “we slept together, y’know? one night stand and you left before i even woke up.” 

you almost pout as you recount the night, and shoko’s brows cannot raise any higher on her face from surprise when you add, “especially when it was so good.” 

the sex? or the date? she wants to ask, but this hardly seems like the time when you’re looking at her the way you are. 

“well how ‘bout another chance? ‘m not above begging.” shoko thinks gojo has been rubbing off on her, because surely these words are not leaving her lips. you’re just so fucking pretty, how could she skip out on another potential chance? 

she holds her breath when you smile, head tilting as you think and think and think. 

“sure,” you say finally, with a shrug, “as long as i get that strawberry daiquiri?” 

shoko can’t stop the grin from forming on her face, looking over her shoulder to send a wink to gojo, who’s already into his own flirty conversation with some blonde. 

“let’s get outta here.”

༝ ༝ 

shoko’s full weight is pressed happily into your side when she finishes retelling the story, with gojo and geto in a fit of giggles across from the two of you, while nanami left in the middle of the story to get another round of drinks for the table. 

nanami makes it back just as the story concludes, and shoko’s quick to grab her next shot from the table as he sets the glasses down, swinging it back before she’s pressing into your side again with her head on your shoulder. 

“don’t act like you’re not happy you gave me ‘nother chance.” 

she leans up and messily presses a kiss to your cheek, and you can smell the alcohol she’d just drank on her tongue. tequila. nanami must hate you, because tequila means you’ll be sitting in the bath for an extra thirty minutes promising her you love her while she giggles (or pukes into the trash can you’ll need to pull beside the tub). 

“never said i’m not happy.” you assure her with a smile,  turning your head to press your lips to her own. 

she grins at the contact, cupping your cheek clumsily, and you think there’s no one you’d rather be with. 

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[zyxwl2015]

All 100 LN stickers in chronological order

Part I - 2019

Australia - Lando's first race!

Bahrain

China - the 1000th F1 race

Azerbaijan

Spain

Monaco

Canada - you're drivin' drivin'

France

Austria - "you mean like, forever??"

Britain - "How you got pubes yet?"

Germany - "Can you describe the condition please?" "Eh, wet"

Hungary

Belgium

Italy - VR46 helmet tribute

Singapore

Russia

Japan - hand painted helmet

Mexico

US - "I'm moving up and down, side to side, like a roller coaster"

Brazil - he turned 20 years old!

Abu Dhabi

Part II

Part III

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[enchantinglyjade]

Milk & Honey - Ch. 20

Austin!Elvis x Black!OC

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Summary: Elvis brings Charles and Honey to California

Warning: Swearing

Note: This chapters kinda short, but the next one’s gonna be long to make up for it.

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Charles was ecstatic to find out his dad was Elvis Presley. He was even more excited to find out that his dad, Elvis Presley, as he loved to re announce every chance he got, was taking us to California. I, on the other hand, was in terror every step of the way. In all my 30 years of life, I have never once left the South and I sure as hell wasn’t in the mindset to leave my comfort zone now. This is not at all how I expected this to go, but I suppose it could have gone much worse and I should just be happy with the way things turned out. Now all I have to do is get the boy to speak to his father.

“The private jet landed ‘bout an hour ago. Should be all filled and ready, waitin for us.” 

I look up from my spot against the car window, pausing my watching as the city rapidly transforms into a giant field of aircrafts. “Private jet? Elvis I told you I weren’t never gettin on no damn plane.” I exclaim.

He laughs from his seat across from me, adjusting his bottom against the leather. “What’d you think we were drivin all the way to Los Angeles?” I cross my arms, sneering at his remark.

The escort drives us through the airport until parking in front of a brown jet. Elvis opens the door helping Charles out. Once he’s standing outside, Elvis reaches back and takes my hand. When I rise to my feet, he pulls me close, whispering into my ear, “Promised I’d bring you flyin one day.”

My heart flutters as he guides me up the stairs and into the plane. I nervously step up them, already missing the feeling of the Earth under my feet. “Don’t worry. I gotchu,” His hands grip my waist from behind, holding me in case I fall. My breath hitches as I turn around to look at him, instinctively placing my hands on top his. He smiles up at me with that same soft and devoted look on his face when he first made this promise to me on top of the ferris wheel. The next few days are going to be absolute torture for my broken heart.

The inside of the plane is lined with wood and red velvet. Charles plops on one of the seats, waiting for me to sit next to him. Elvis speaks to the pilot for a moment, before sitting down across from us.

As the plane takes off, I try talking with Charles to distract myself.

“You excited?” I ask him, fanning my fingers nervously across the velvet of the seats.

He nods enthusiastically, still shy. I bite my lip, looking to Elvis, hoping he may come up with a good ice breaker. Surprisingly, Charles is the one that speaks up first.

“Mama always told me my daddy was gonna be in the Army for a long time. She never told me you were a superstar.” He plays with his seatbelt buckle, not looking at his father just yet.

Elvis shakes his head. “Oh, I ain’t no superstar. But I was in the Army for a while.” Charles stays quiet again. Elvis clears his throat. “So, your mama tells me you really like TV. What kinda shows you watchin?”

Charles springs up at the question, looking excitedly at me as if to ask for permission before speaking to him. I nod with a laugh.

“Well, I watch a lot of things. I’m looking to get into movies one day! You know, like The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly.” He says shooting finger guns off his imaginary belt, shyness already long forgotten.

Elvis’ eyes widen. “You wanna be an actor?” He ponders with a scheming smile.

Oh no. Wait. “Hold on, when have you ever watched The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly?” 

Charles puts his hand up towards me. “Mama, please. We’re talkin business.”

This child. 

Elvis just watches with intense amusement as his son speaks, in a trance of absolute adoration at every word and gesture. Our son is quite the character indeed.

“I always knew you were my dad.” Charles states plain and simple.

Elvis raises an eyebrow at me, before looking back at Charles. “Really, now? Why’s that?”

He holds two fingers up to his lips, pretending to puff off of a cigarette like he’s seen in, apparently, all the movies he’s been watching. “Sometimes, you just know stuff.” He says deviously, earning a wide smile from his father. Then he drops his dramatic act to point at me. “And cause everytime G.I. Blues comes on Mama’s always bug eyed watchin you.”

Elvis takes one look at my embarrassed face before bursting out into laughter. 

“Okay, he gets it.” I say to Charles. Man, does this little boy keep me humble.

Elvis comes down from his fit of laughter. “You know, we got a TV in that wall over there if you wanted to watch somethin. Be a while til we get to LA.” He points to the couch on the other half of the plane, a small TV set up in the cabinet. Charles throws off his seatbelt, jumping from his seat to race over.

Elvis chuckles, sitting back in his seat, before turning back to me with a smirk. Oh, how I’d like to smack that thing right off his dumb face right now. “Been watchin my movies, huh?”

UGH.

I hum sarcastically. “What? You want me to gush over how great of an actor you are or somethin?”

He grins. “No need. ‘Parently you been doin enough of that, wouldn’t wanna tire ya out.”

I sit angrily with my arms crossed while he laughs. 3 more hours of this.

I take a sharp breath in. “So, have you told Marcella.” I say trying to change the subject.

He looks at me through his lashes, before occupying his gaze with something on his shoe. “Som’in like that.” He mumbles.

I drop my arms frustratedly into my lap. “Something like that? Elvis, what are you gonna do when we get off this plane and your wife sees you with another woman and a child?”

He continues looking at his show, shrugging my words off. “She ain’t gonna see nothin just yet. I’ll talk to her tonight and you two can meet tomorrow. ‘Til then, I set you up at a nearby hotel.

I sit back with a sneer, arms still folded. Oh, I knew this was gonna be a bad idea. So happy about the idea of Charles finally having a daddy that I completely forgot that it’d put us on the backburner of all the other shit in his life. This was just another reason why I wanted to keep it a secret. I don’t need Charles to have to go through what I did.

The three hours finally went by. I let Elvis and Charles talk and get to know each other most of the time, but I still felt unsure about the whole situation. There was no way in hell things would turn out okay. I should have just stayed home. This is gonna be a disaster.

When the plane lands, Elvis is first to step out. I stay back trying to pry my child from his movie, who swears there's only 5 minutes left of the film.

“Hey! How’s it goin guys?” Elvis’ voice calls from outside.

“Hey, E.P. We got your call. What’s up? What’d you want us to see?”

I huff, finally getting Charles up. He dashes past me, running out of the plane. 

“Careful Charles! You’re gonna trip on the steps!” I yell. With a groan, I grab my purse and step out of the aircraft, shielding my eyes from the blinding California sun.

Charles is over by his dad, showing the group of men surrounding them some of his moves or something. They laugh at his wildness, but upon seeing me they go quiet, smiles dropping and eyes widening. I fix my dress awkwardly, avoiding making eye contact with any of them. I make my way over, trying so very hard to not let their staring make me so nervous I trip in front of all of them.

Elvis reaches his arm out for me to take. “Guys, this is Bumble.”

“Honey. My name is Honey.” I interrupt.

He chuckles, before pointing out each of his friends. “This is Sonny, Red, Jerry, Lamar, and you ‘member Billy.”

I shake everyone’s hand as he introduces them, except Billy’s, who instead greets me with open arms.

I giggle, embracing him. “How you been, Billy?”

“Oh, just fine now. How’s Pearl?”

I laugh, taken aback by the question. “Married.” I pull away.

“You two know each other?” Sonny asks.

Billy nods enthusiastically. “Yeah! Honey’s been a long time family friend!”

“He threw a football at my head once then tried to date my sister.” I say, arms crossed.

Elvis laughs at the memory. “She threw that football right back at him too. Hit him right ‘tween the eyes!” The rest of the men laugh as Billy smiles, embarrassingly putting his hands in his pocket and his head down. 

Elvis places a hand on my lower back. “Alright, we gotta drop you off at the hotel. Let’s head out.” He says, giving me a gentle push to start walking towards the car. The boys rush to their spots, starting the cars, then waiting for us. He opens the door for me, sitting across from Charles and I again. I had never been in such fancy vehicles in my life, now I’m getting chauffeured around, and riding in private jets. Life is so crazy. I can’t even wrap my head around this day. Everything’s happening so fast.

“Mama! I can see the Hollywood sign! Look!”

“Wow.” I say in awe, staring out the window with him.

“I got a TV special in the morning. I want you to be there.” Elvis states.

I tilt my head away from the window. “Um, okay?”

He chuckles. “It’s ‘posed to help me get back to myself. Be nice to have somethin from home there.” He shyly adds, looking down at his lap.

Aw. That’s so sweet. A soft smile pulls at my lips. Ugh, why is he making me feel things I’ve been trying to forget? He’s married, I’ve moved on, I’m here for Charles. Just gotta keep reminding myself that.

He helps me bring my things into the hotel room, or more, has his entourage do it for him, but he stays to make sure everything’s in check. It’s a beautiful luxury hotel with a nice view of the city and its scattering of tall palm trees right out the window. Charles immediately switches on the TV, then flops down on the giant, fluffy bed and proceeds to ignore us.

Elvis and I laugh. “Well, guess you’re all settled in.” He pushes himself off his spot against the wall.

“Yeah, think we got everything.” I lollygag over to the door behind him, too awkward to speak, but kinda not wanting him to leave either. We stand in the doorway looking at each other, Charles cartoons playing in the background. He props his elbow against the door frame. He towers over me, those blue eyes dancing across my face searching for the right words to say. 

Every time he comes near me my heart can’t help but beat faster. He was right, things just felt like home between us. I felt like I belonged closer to him, like I was made to be wrapped in his arms, but alas, that ring kept us separated.

I rest my head against the door, looking down with a discouraged head shake. “Elvis, what am I doing here?” I ask wearily.

His brows furrow softly, still in a daze while looking at me. “Making sure I can keep an eye on you.”

I sigh. “And then what? I have to go home eventually.”

He pushes off the door frame. “Ain’t nothin you gotta worry about. Let me handle everything.” He reaches his hand out, ratting out my curls like he used to when we were young. “See you in the morning, Bumble Bee.” He chuckles, sending me one of his big, goofy grins as he steps down the hallway, continuing to watch me until the very last crack through the elevator doors until he’s gone.

With a sigh, I go back into the room, shutting the door behind me and groaning against it while I rest my head upon it. God, why does he have to be so cute!? I wish I would’ve just stayed home.

“Mama, are you done crying? I can’t hear Batman.”

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[mangoposts]

no cause matt constantly making fun of nick and chris for not having their license makes me feel personally attacked cause im 19 and i dont got one either 😭😭😭

My brother is 19 almost 20 and doesn’t have one either and i never let him live it down because why am i dropping you off to a girls place ??😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣DOES SHE KNOW IM DRIVIN YOU?😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

It’s so funny but not having a drivers is also real cause driving is terrifying

#🥭

[an-agendercrow]

This is a short story I wrote for class…

It was 33651 days since my birth, 27442 since the end of the war, 9011 days since my wife passed, and now 7 days that I have been in the hospital. I am a man of numbers, everything is ruled by numbers. Even our lives. Age is a number, your most important dates are numbers, and now I see my heartbeat as a number on the monitor next to me. I have never caught the flu which is statistically rare, I have survived the Great Pandemic of the 21st century, and I even know how to work a smart phone. For a man of 92 years that is quite the feat. But sitting in the hospital bed is dull, all I have are the numbers on the machines, the numbers on the clock, and numbers of my medications.

The young man in me is solving millions of equations on a blackboard in the middle of the Kentucky heat, fans spinning and cigarettes burning. He paces back and forth, his jacket laying on the tables behind him and his shirt unbuttoned. The young man, about 21, paces with chalk in his hand. He counts the steps, 1, 2, 3, and thinks to himself. He turns around and sees an old man, staring at the window taking in the hot summer breeze.

“When did you..” the young man says.

“You should really take in the small moments kiddo, they don’t last forever” spoke the old man. His voice was rich yet coarse, something that reminded the young man of a Jazz singer from the 20s. “I would, but these numbers have to be solved. They’ve been drivin’ me nuts for the past week” says the man again, twirling the chalk between his fingers. The old man turns to him, “You’re sayin’ you haven’t been out at all? What a pity, what was I thinkin’.” The young man is alarmed, what does he mean by I?

As the thought goes to exit his mouth the old man hobbles down to the blackboard, refusing any assistance. He takes a piece of chalk, stares at it, then writes the finished equation. “What? How did you know that?” The young man stumbles to the board in shock. The old man laughs, a thick heavy laugh, and says to the young man “I did not want you wasting anymore of my young life sitting in front of this board. Go talk to Tilly.” The young man is flabbergasted once again, “How do you know about Tilly?” he asks. But the Old man is gone by the time he looks up. He grabs his jacket and runs out the door.

Laying in bed, The old man has a smile of relief. Maybe he will be able to enjoy life a little more this time around.

#oc #original story #time #short fiction

[womanexile]

Lol, I was watching this older down-under clip from Sydney: twitter.com/tswifterastour/status/1671142617613205504?s=20

It made me think of these lines, not linked but made me think of them. Lol- it feels like both enjoy playing with words & meanings - a double entendre.

BS: "Boys only want love if it's torture/Don't say I didn't, say I didn't warn ya"

Kiwi: "She's drivin' me crazy, but I'm into it/But I'm into it, I'm kinda into it"

Kiwi: "She sits beside me like a silhouette"

Enchanted:"'Cross the room your silhouette"

Ahh I love it!! Kiwi & BS those lines go together so we’ll.

[jewelysmith]

August 17th, 2023.

I woke up at around 5 am with some period-like cramps, aka contractions. They were spaced out pretty far, so I was dozing back to sleep in between. Once I got up I started to have diarrhea, so I thought ok, today's probably the day! The day before I was feeling pretty crampy, so I wasn't super surprised to be having these other symptoms. I took a picture of myself in the mirror because I just felt like it was the last day I would be pregnant.

I got Eliana around for school, but by the time we needed to be out waiting for the bus, she had to poop. So I had to run out to the bus when it got there, and tell the driver that I was going to take her. Thankfully, we live super close to her school. While in the huge car line, I had a contraction. I had started to keep track of how close together they were, and they were still only about 15 minutes apart, 10 minutes at the closest. 

I got her off to school and went back home, threw some laundry in the washer and then decided to lay down. I was trying not to let myself get anxious, and I also knew if today was the day I needed some rest. I had a scheduled chiropractor appointment at 10:20, and was still debating on going. I thought maybe that would help somehow? But decided probably around 9:30 to just call and cancel. I told whoever answered the phone that I thought I was in early labor and she said something like, 'well that's not a very good excuse.' Lol.

Nick normally would have been at work because it was a Thursday, but he happened to be home this day. Reason being, he had just had a thrombosed hemorrhoid removed two days before, and so his boss let him work from home. Timing wise, this was a big blessing! I let him know that I was having some contractions, but I don't think he thought I was very serious about it. Still trying to track how far apart the contractions were, I kept debating on whether to tell my mother-in-law, Danita, to come over, because she was who was going to care for Eliana. Nick told me to give him enough time to take a shower before we had to leave. I was like, uh ok... Who knows how to time this stuff?

Eliana's bus came at 11:35. I went out to get her and before she even left her seat, I could tell she didn't feel well. I asked her if she wanted to sit down on the couch with me and she did, so I was okay with having a little more time to rest. I grabbed the thermometer and she was running a little bit high. 

We were sitting there about 10 minutes when I felt a pretty strong 'pop' down low in my belly. My first thought was 'geez, that was a weird kick, baby.' But then once I moved a little bit there was a small gush of fluid. I felt a little bit panicked but immediately got up and went to the bathroom and told Nick, "I think my water just broke."

He looked at me like um are you sure? He sat there and finished his phone call, and I was looking at him from the bathroom like hello? Gross detail: I don't know if it was the amniotic sack itself, but a rather large slimy thing came out. At the end of the call I heard him say "well, my wife said her water broke so..." When he got off the phone he wanted to see proof; he didn't believe me at first because he didn't see a ton of fluid everywhere.

I texted Danita and asked her to come over. Nick got up to get in the shower, and while getting some of his things around came to me and said "I'm excited! Are you excited?" And gave me a kiss. And I was like "....I mean yeah." Lol. The contractions were picking up a little so I was internally panicking. He just kept wanting to talk and I had to tell him, "ok, just get in the shower!"

Eliana had crashed on the couch and when Danita got there, Nick said to go ahead and get in the car. He woke Eliana up to say goodbye but I never really said bye to her. I wanted her to sleep because she didn't feel good, but I was also in a rush to leave. As we were putting things in the car Nick said, "You drivin'?" with a big smirk. And I definitely gave him an eye roll but was still able to laugh about it.

He was so excited and started playing some music, which he doesn't usually do. It was more distracting to me but I didn't care too much. The contractions started to pick up in frequency and in intensity. I reached back to my labor bag and grabbed out one of the combs. I heard about how it was helpful to squeeze on a comb and focus on a different pain. I also turned the seat heater on which was helping, so I asked Nick if he would plug in the heating pad right away when we got there. He asked if I was okay and if I would make it 30 minutes. I said yes thinking, I mean yeah, we have plenty of time. I also called the Parkview Women and Children's Hospital, told them who my Dr. was, and let them know my water broke and I was on the way. I remember thinking it was odd that they didn't ask for my name or anything. Looking back that would have been helpful.

It was pouring rain almost the entire drive, but once we got there it stopped almost completely. Nick dropped me off at the door, entrance 2C, so that I wouldn't have to walk very far. He grabbed out our bags and put them on the ground for me. Apparently thinking I'm fine, I grabbed the bags and went in. The second I got inside, a contraction came. They were definitely now at the point where I couldn't walk or talk through them. So I grabbed onto the wall just inside so that I could breathe through it. With the contraction, also came another big splash of fluid on my shorts and on the floor. There was a couple leaving right when I was coming in and the woman asked me if I was okay. And I said, "Yeah, I think I'm in labor.... Actually no, I'm in labor." Exact words. 🤣 She grabbed my bags for me and walked with me to the check-in desk. She told the lady there, "She's in labor and..." and pointed to my shorts. There were other people sitting around and saw what I'm sure looked like me having just peed my pants. Definitely the most embarrassing moment of the day, but I only half cared with how much pain I was in. I'm sure with my huffing and puffing and giant belly, they probably realized what was going on!

The check-in desk lady grabbed a wheelchair for me to sit in and started asking me some questions. I kept looking at the door waiting for Nick to come in. I was still able to give her the information she needed, but it was getting harder to talk. Nick was trying to help answer things for me once he got there, and he had to sign a few papers for me. He hugged me through a contraction while we were sitting there, and had to remind me after it was done to not breathe too fast and hyperventilate. That really helped me focus and slow down. I told him at that point that I wrote him a note, one I planned for him to read while I was in labor.

The labor and delivery nurse, I assume, finally came and took us to what I assume is like a triage room to check me. Before getting on the bed so they could, I had another contraction. I was standing and holding on to the bed breathing through it, and more amniotic fluid spilled out, all over the floor and my shoes. I remember apologizing a few times for the huge mess I was making, and everyone told me it was ok. She asked me to take down my shorts and Nick had to help me. I had no underwear on, and I was definitely at the point of not really caring who saw what. She mentioned that I was obviously in labor, and she didn't need to do the swab to see if it was amniotic fluid, she could just test what was on the floor. I looked down and in all the fluid was some blood and goo. The nurses were getting things around and Nick asked if I wanted him to read the note now. And I sat and thought about it for a minute, thinking we would have time once we got to a delivery room, but I said yeah go ahead and read it now.

They had me lie down on the bed so they could check my cervix, and Nick had already plugged in the heating pad and got it on the bed so it would be on my lower back. It was really helpful. He also found the bottles of essential oil I brought and held the lavendar one up to my nose, and even picked up the comb that I had dropped and got it back to me. He was already being such a good labor support person! They had me lay back and someone checked. 

Major highlight of the day:

Nurse: were you hoping to get an epidural? 

Me: No.  

Nurse: Good, cause you're at like a nine.

I was looking up at the ceiling and my jaw completely dropped, I was shocked! I knew it was getting intense but didn't think I'd be that far dilated already. I was so relieved. Nick made the comment that it was almost "go time," the same phrase he used when I was in labor with Eliana and made me yell at him. 😂

Nick was so excited and I could sense a little more of a rush from the nurses there. One of them told me, "well you're doing really good for being at 9!" Nick had asked about a squat bar on the bed because he knew I wanted that. I had also spoken to the birth planner at the hospital about it. They said they were going to look for one. They got ahold of my doctor and helped get me back in the wheelchair to go to a delivery room. In trying to move me, the nurse bumped the wheelchair into the bed. Not a huge deal but not comfortable! I have no idea how long it took to get to this room at all, or what part of the hospital we were in. I was at the point of being out of it and only focusing on breathing. When we got there the nurse bumped the chair into the bed AGAIN. I was like bro!

They got me onto the bed and mentioned they didn't know where any squat bars were. With every contraction I was feeling a lot of downward pressure. Nick was pressing on my lower back with his fist and hugging me through each contraction, which helped. My face was by his head, and I was breathing in so deeply and trying to just focus on the smell of his hair. My doctor got there and was asking about where she could find scrubs. Apparently everything was just not where it should be that day or something. I was on the bed on my knees and feeling soo much pressure. My doctor checked me and said I was "almost complete." I assume meaning completely dilated. So she said if I was ready to start pushing I could. 

I initially wanted to be able to push in a position other than on my back, and Nick knew this. So he kept asking about the squat bar and if I could be in another position. I was just sitting there on my knees breathing hard, feeling like this baby was coming really soon. And the doctor gave me all this medical jargon about why it would be a better idea to deliver on my back, something about the babys shoulders, evidence-based research, blah blah blah. I didn't hear much of what she said honestly. And I just wasn't in a mood to fight so I said it's fine, I'll just lay on my back. And Nick asked me if I was sure because he wanted me to have what I wanted, which I really appreciated. But I just felt like this is going to happen really soon and I don't even care how it happens. 

Once I laid back a nurse said she was going to put in an IV, and instead of saying okay, I was breathing deeply for a second and said, "I don't care." Looking back that probably seemed rude. But in the state that I was in, I didn't care about much. I was just trying to breathe and not lose it. 

The lights were on and everyone was in position, and I was able to start pushing. Everything was happening so fast but it also felt like slow motion. I kept trying to look at the clock to see how long things were taking, but it was like I couldn't even comprehend what time it was. 

With the bars I was able to hold on to and the angle I was in, I still felt at least like I was semi-upright so that was good. I had a few pretty weak pushes at first. And then my doctor told me to wait until the peak of a contraction to start pushing and try to push for 10 seconds. At first I was only making it to about five before I gave up. At some point she had Nick be the one to count to 10 because she thought I was doing better that way, which he later said he felt weird about, but he kept counting!

I'm not sure when, but they got the baby's heart rate monitor on me, it may have been in the triage room. After a few pushes I asked if his heart rate was ok, and they said it was good! However after one of my contractions when I got to rest, the doctor said that his heart rate dipped a little bit. She said that was normal for them when coming through the canal, and told me just to take a couple of deep breaths. I tried so hard to calm myself and breathe, and his heart rate went right back up. 

After that, I was pretty determined to push this kid out. I was able to push for the entire count to 10, and I started to feel him crowning. I think I was keeping it together pretty well until this moment. I let out a yell and said "I don't think I can do it!" And they all immediately assured me, "yes you can!" "you're so close!" They should have said, 'too late dummy, you have to!'

It's amazing how you forget how bad the pain of the baby's head coming out is. The memory of Eliana's birth came flooding back. I pushed through the pain with everyone's encouragement helping a lot. The Dr. told me she could see the baby had lots of hair, and Nick said he saw it too. She had me reach down to feel his head, and honestly I don't really know if I felt it or not. The next push after that was the worst, I screamed through it and his head was out!

It felt like after his head was out the rest of him just slid out, but Nick told me later that the Dr. had really pulled him out. She plopped him on my belly, and there was my baby! I held onto him and kept saying, "oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!" and I cried. It's funny how they say the pain kind of goes away at that moment, but it really does. 

Nick took some photos, of which were a bit graphic because he wasn't paying attention to what all was in the frame. So these have been cropped, you're welcome.

I did skin to skin time with him right away and Nick texted our family to let him know he was here. I got a chance to nurse him with a lactation consultant nearby and even though it wasn't as magical as I had imagined, he did take to it pretty quickly! I asked how long it took to push him out, and a nurse looked at when I started and when he was born, 13 minutes! I knew it was fast but it didn't seem that fast. My sister-in-law, Jessica, video called me and asked me questions about the birth, I remember her telling me "Julie, you're a badass!" And one of the nurses heard it and agreed. 😂 

We were asked what his name was, and even though we still hadn't officially decided, we went back to literally the only name we had both liked. But we said it as a question. "Dominic?" He tried to get me to agree to the middle name of "Pablo," what he had been calling him my whole pregnancy, and I was like 🤦🏻‍♀️ 

Dominic Paul. Dominic meaning "belonging to God," Paul after the apostle Paul.

The note that I had written Nick was basically me telling him how safe he had made me feel during Eliana's birth, and that I needed his support again. And he definitely came through! I had also written that because of the circumstances with Eliana's birth, I had zero clue how this one would go, that it could take a take long time and to bare with me if it did. Thankfully we didn't need to worry about that! He came fast and I'm so thankful for how smoothly it all went; and thankful for a healthy, sweet baby boy. 💙

[angelsh0143]

Playlist for The Careers

Groupie Love - by Lana del Rey. "Every time you look up i know what you're thinking of, you want my groupie love"

National Anthem - by Lana del Rey. "We're on a quick, sick rampage, winin' and dinin', drinkin' and drivin', excessive buyin', overdose and dyin', on our drugs, and our love, and our dreams, and our rage, Blurrin' the line between real and fake"

Carmen - by Lana del Rey. "Only seventeen, she walks the streets so mean"

Born to Die - by Lana del Rey. "Keep making me laugh, let's go get high, the road is long, we carry on, try to have fun in the meantime"

Ultraviolence - by Lana del Rey. "Cause I'm your jazz singer and you're my cult leader"

Cruel World - by Lana del Rey. "I shared my body and my mind with you, that's all over now, I did what I had to do"

Pretty When You Cry - by Lana del Rey. "All those little times you said that I am your girl, you make me feel like your whole world"

Gladiator - by Jann. "Show us some good entertainment, victory is your only payment"

Swan Lake, Op.20 - by Tchaikowsky.

Primadonna - by Marina. "Going up, going down, down, down, anything for the crown, crown, crown"

Froot - by Marina. "I've been saving all my summers for you"

Ka-Ching! - by Shania Twain. "All we ever want is more, a lot more than we had before"

American Whore - by Lana del Rey. "I haven't done a cartwheel since I was nine"

#oh it's basically just lana del rey #thg #has anyone else ever depicted the experience of existing and performing at the same time as this woman #she herself is just a persona #who else colud be in this playlist #carees #lana del rey #marina

[parkerbombshell]

The Menace's Attic #867

The Menace’s Attic Mon-Sat 5pm EST bombshellradio.com on ​Bombshell Radio Sunday’s 8pm EST New Shows Wednesday’s 1pm-2pm EST 10am-11am PDT 6pm-7pm BST bombshellradio.com Repeats Friday 5pm EST #classics #pop #rock #classicrock #themenacesattic #BombshellRadio This Week – Episode #867 (10/20/2018)   “I Decided To Achieve A New Goal: To Be Mathematically Early For The 7” Edition. So, Pretend With Me That It’s Next Week As All Of These Songs Reflect A Brighter Future!”   Opening Song  Give Me The Night – George Benson (Warner Bros.) Set #1 More Quincy, A Bit Of Perfection And An Impromtu Road Trip! I’ll Be Good To You – Brothers Johnson (A&M) Perfect Way – Scritti Politti (Warner Bros.) Hitchin’ A Ride – Vanity Faire (Page One) Drivin’ – Pearl Harbor & The Explosions (Warner Bros.) Set #2 At The End Of Every Smoking Gun Is Either A Failed Relationship Or The Unemployment Office! White Lies Blue Eyes – Bullet (Big Tree) Needles & Pins – Smokie (RSO) Nathan Jones – The Supremes (Motown) Going Down To Liverpool – The Bangles (Columbia) Set #3 Herbie, Nile, Gino And The Runt! Hijack – Herbie Mann (Atlantic) Sky High – Jigsaw (Chelsea) I Just Wanna Stop – Gino Vanelli (A&M) Hello It’s Me – Todd Rundgren (Bearsville) Set #4 Two Songs That Are Sure To Depress You If You’ve Had A Recent Break Up. I’m Always Happy To Help! The Sun Ain’t Gonna Shine Anymore – The Walker Brothers (Smash) Since You’re Gone – The Cars (Elektra) Closing Song  Scorpio – Dennis Coffey & The Detroit Guitar Band (Sussex) Read the full article

[terrainofheartfelt]

"It's been more like a 'Choose Your Own Adventure'!" A Rufly Playlist

Finally, a use for my Dad(™) music taste! I threw in a few live recordings/rough sessions because that’s rock and roll, babey. YouTube link here

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American Girl - Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers

If you think this isn’t a rufly song, then idk what to tell you.

And for one desperate moment there / He crept back in her memory / God, it's so painful when something that is so close / Is still so far out of reach

Light My Fire - The Doors

Making this playlist was fun because I got to imagine a lot of precanon Rufus/Lily, and how they came to be. And like, I can see Rufus covering a LOT of these, yk?

The time to hesitate is through / No time to wallow in the mire

Funny Feelin’ - Langhorne Slim

I can also see Rufus actually writing some of these. Like this one!

Well, I got my eye on you, baby / And I know I ain't the only one / But if you just say maybe / My lonely days would be done

Superstar - tswift

If you don’t project onto at least one tswift song can you even call it a ship playlist?

And I knew from the first note played / I'd be breaking all my rules to see you / You smile that beautiful smile and all the girls in the front row / Scream your name

Lay, Lady, Lay - Bob Dylan

Tour life vibes

His clothes are dirty but his, his hands are clean / And you’re the best thing that he’s ever seen

Fire - Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band

Your kisses they burn / But your heart stays cool

Fooled Around and Fell in Love - as performed by Morgan James

Because Lily Rhodes really did fuck around and find out.

Free, on my own is the way I used to be / Ah, but since I met you baby, love's got a hold on me

Don’t Let Me Down - The Beatles

Nothing says Lily & Rufus like a Beatles deep cut.

I'm in love for the first time / Don't you know it's gonna last

Shadows of the Night - Pat Benatar

80s rock vibes, babe!

You can cry tough baby, it's all right / You can let me down easy, but not tonight

She - as performed by She & Him

She may be the love that cannot hope to last / May come to me from shadows of the past

Can’t Buy Me Love - The Beatles

Tell me that you want the kind of things / That money just can't buy / I don't care too much for money / Money can't buy me love

Second Hand News - Fleetwood Mac

It’s breakup chapter time, y’all

I know there's nothing to say / Someone has taken my place

Hungry Heart - Bruce Springsteen

I met her in a Kingstown bar / We fell in love I knew it had to end / We took what we had and we ripped it apart / Now here I am down in Kingstown again

Piece of My Heart - as performed by Big Brother and the Holding Company

Have another little piece of my heart now, baby / Well, you know you got it, child, if it makes you feel good

Love Really Hurts Without You - Billy Ocean

In my head, this is the “Lily and her cavalcade of failed relationships post-Rufus” montage song

You walk like a dream and you make like you're queen of the action

Halls - Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness

This is the “Rufus touring post-Lily” montage song

Thought a broken heart could write a perfect song / And it did and I was right so now you're gone

Mulholland Drive - The Gaslight Anthem

Okay so we all know about the Dair & Rufly parallels, and this song nearly ended up on that playlist, but the vibe didn’t quite fit. And I think, in my heart of hearts, that this song (though probs more punk than Lincoln Hawk sounds) reads like Rufus could have written it. And there are lines that are so evocative of both Dair & Rufly like I still remember holding you, just out of sight of her - like! That’s Valentine’s day 2012 amirite??? And: But it scared you, love, to need someone, so you killed it all instead. And the imagery of Mulholland Drive with Lily being from LA...Anyways this song is one of my all time favorites.

Would you miss me if I was gone and all the simple things were lost? / Would you ever wait on me to say / Oh that I’d just die if you ever took your love away

Malibu 1922 - COIN

You're some old man's new trophy / Locked up in some house in New Jersey / Now money's not a problem / But 20 years it seems you've forgotten

How’s the World Treating You - Elvis Presley

Pilot Rufly vibes, but sad!

Every sweet thing that mattered / Has been broken in two / And I'm asking you, darling / How's the world treating you?

Even Cowgirls Get the Blues - The Gaslight Anthem

Pilot Rufly vibes, but sexy!

Can I get a witness, pretty baby? / I still love Tom Petty songs and drivin' old men crazy

It Ain’t Me Babe - Bob Dylan

“You made a choice to be Lily Bass, and we both need you to go do that.”

Go lightly from the ledge, babe / Go lightly on the ground / I’m not the one you want, babe / I will only let you down

Harvest Moon - Neil Young

It’s about the lovers to strangers to hostile acquaintances to friends to lovers again.

When we were strangers / I watched you from afar / When we were lovers / I loved you with all my heart

Home From Home - Roo Panes

“Well, it’s Thanksgiving, and I couldn’t think of another place that felt more like home.”

Because I'm starting to realise the question worth asking is, who? / I'm starting to realize the question worth answering is you

You Got Lucky - Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers

I mean. I mean they do fight a lot.

If you don't feel complete / If I don't take you all the way / Then go

Are We Free? - Mick Flannery and Susan O’Neill

I like how this whole song is a dialogue, but always comes together at the chorus

Are we free to understand / or bound to repeat again / all the wars of before?

The Bones feat. Hozier - Maren Morris

“The king and queen of reconciliation” - Dan Humphrey

No, it won't always go the way we planned it / But the wolves came and went and we're still standing

Songbird - Fleetwood Mac

They didn’t break up, what are you talking about?

And I love you, I love you, I love you / Like never before

Beginning to Feel the Years - Brandi Carlile

And I'm beginning to feel the years / But I'm going to be okay / As long as you're beside me--along the way

Call on Me - Big Brother and the Holding Company

Baby, when you're down and feel so blue / Well, no, you won't drown, honey, I'll be there too

Lily - Benjamin Gibbard

It was too perfect. I had no choice.

Lily is a big brass band who fills the air with song / Lily is a destination and she's where my arms belong

Hard Feelings - Brian Fallon

And the time used to stop in her hands / I could feel it go hesitant / When it rained in Manhattan / We took shelter in the spare room at the Grand

#rufus x lily #lily x rufus #rufly #gossip girl #playlist #source: ggcaps #i swear I've been meaning to post this before the asks I just got today

[briggycat]

Nodrian as Taylor Swift Songs!!

Getaway Car: “You were drivin’ the getaway car. We were flyin’ but we’d never get far. Don’t pretend it’s such a mystery. Think about the place where you first met me. Ridin’ in a getaway car, there were sirens in the beat of your heart.”

You Are In Love: “One night, he wakes. Strange look on his face. Pauses, then says, “You’re my best friend”, and you knew what it was. He is in love. You can hear it in the silence. You can feel it on the way home. You can see it with the lights out. You are in love, true love.”

exile: “I think I’ve seen this film before, and I didn’t like the ending. You’re not my homeland anymore. So what am I defending now? You were my town, now I’m in exile, seein’ you out. I think I’ve seen this film before, so I’m leavin’ out the side door.”

Bye Bye Baby: “Bye, bye, to everything I thought was on my side. Bye, Bye, Baby. I want you bad but it’s come down to nothing. And all I have your sympathy, ‘cause you took me home but you just couldn’t keep me.”

End Game: “I hit you like bang! We tried to forget but we just couldn’t and I bury hatchets but I keep maps of where I put ‘em. Reputation precedes me, they told you I’m crazy. I swear I don’t love the drama. It loves me.”

Blank Space: “‘Cause darling I’m a nightmare dressed like a daydream.”

Delicate: “This ain’t for the best. My reputation’s never been worse, so you must like me for me.”

Everything Has Changed: “All I know is we said hello, and your eyes look like coming home. All I know is a simple name, and everything has changed.”

Daylight: “I don’t wanna look at anything else now that I saw you. I don’t wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you. I’ve been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night, and now I see daylight, I only see daylight.”

Part 2 is in my drafts (: should I post?

#marissa meyer #booklr #the renegades trilogy #renegades trilogy #renegades #nodrian #nova artino #adrian everhart #nova and adrian #taylor swift #swifties #red era #1989 era #rep era #folklore era #fearless era #lover era #Spotify

[sleepy-exe]

Shapeshifter AU - 1

Iwaizumi x f!reader

Part 1 | Part 2 >>

Summary: Y/n is a shapeshifter and goes on a run through the forest after midnight when she unexpectedly comes across a regular human.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings for this part: y/n is a wolf shifter, work stress mentioned 

Genre: sfw (for now, 18+ regardless), shapeshifter au (not a/b/o), potential enemies to lovers

a/n: I have a short attention span/get distracted way too easily, so I’m trying to keep each part short for people who struggle with longer bits like me.

Part 1: Late Night Run

 Running. Weaving through trees and brash, the clear sky letting the moon illuminate the space between the trees. Crisp air brushes against black fur, but the thick coat won’t let the chill reach skin. The sounds of leaves and twigs snapping beneath quick, agile steps and deer, and any other potential prey, fleeing the area. Not a soul in sight beyond the usual nocturnal creatures of the forest - just how Y/n likes it. The fairly large forest in eastern Osaka had become a favorite spot to run freely after dark when humans wouldn’t be around and any nearby parks would be closed, making it a safe location for a wolf shifter to stretch her legs and feel free. 

It was a nice contrast to the hustle and bustle of the large city. No loud sounds of cars and busy streets. No bright lights from neon signs and headlights. Just peaceful nature surrounds her here. Sure, there were roads surrounding the forest, but they had barely any traffic after dark and as long as she didn't stray past the tree line, that shouldn’t be a worry.

  Y/n had to have been running for over an hour now, needing to let off steam after a very frustrating project at work was finally complete. Plus, the exercise wouldn’t hurt. Actually, after all the takeout this week, the exercise is probably needed.

  She had been running in a mostly straight path, circling around any obstacles. Luckily, she had a good sense of direction and hadn’t found herself lost deep in the woods since sophomore year of college. Except that one time senior year, but that was a fluke. By now she was sure she should head back. There is an almost 45 minute drive home and it's probably later than she’d like to admit already.

  A little longer wouldn’t hurt.

  Y/n hadn’t been quite this far on this end of the forest before and she wasn't tired. The wolf ran on, looking around for anything of interest and any possible markers to remember for the future.

  There - she locked onto a group of fallen trees off to the left, not slowing her step forward. The occasional fallen tree wasn’t unusual, but this was several beside each other. That would be easy enough to recall later.

  Then she noticed the sudden lack of trees in her peripherals and slowed to a stop. Y/n had ran straight out of the woods. She stood there, looking around for a moment, unfamiliar with the open area. The shifter was still on grass, so at least she hadn’t landed herself in the road that was several meters ahead. Seems this side of the forest rubbed against the suburbs. Best not to say in the open.

  Y/n turned to head back to the tree line, but caught sight of a small parking lot to the right and froze. Heart beating against her rib cage, hairs standing on end, she stood there stuck in her tracks. Only two vehicles were in the lot, lit poorly by an old light post, but next to the closest vehicle was a man with dark, spiked hair looking back in her direction. But maybe he didn’t see the wolf. Out in the open. She was at least 15 meters away and he only looked in her direction for a brief moment before slowly getting in the dark green truck. Dark fur would help camouflage her in the night, but the nearly full moon and all of maybe two, though not the brightest, light posts close by probably didn’t help her case. She slowly backed away watching the truck’s lights flash on, then did an 180 and sprinted back in the direction she came from.

  Once she was near where she ditched her car, she shifted back to her usual self and quickly got into her Honda. With black paint and the lack of lights in this area, she figured it hid well enough. Falling into her seat, she let her head fall back against the headrest, panting as she willed her heart to slow down. Someone may have seen her - a large wolf in western Japan was completely unheard of and would certainly gain attention. She wiped her brow with the back of her hand. She had to calm down. She needed to leave. The only person she saw had left without making a scene. He didn’t acknowledge her, didn't make any calls, at least not that she saw. After her breathing had returned to normal she quickly checked her surroundings before starting the car, putting it in gear, and heading for the city.

  After driving in silence for a while as she made her way out of the forest, she went to turn on some music but remembered she ignored a call from a friend when she arrived for her late night run and decided to call him back. Sure it's late, but it was fairly late when he had called too. She started the call through the car’s system after up shifting, entering the highway.

  After several rings a man’s voice rang throughout the car, “The hell are ya callin’ so late for?!”

  She winced at the loudness and turned the volume down on the stereo, “You called me at a quarter ‘til midnight! I’m just calling you back.”

  The voice whined, “At 4am?”

  She checked the time on the in-dash screen to her left and frown. Was she really out that long? “Ah.. Sorry, I just wanted to see what you wanted. If everything’s okay, I’ll let ya go.”

  A loud exhale rang through the speakers, “Well I’m up now. Things are fine.. Why are ya up at 4am again? Are you doing something, it sounds like I’m on speaker.”

  She turned down the volume a few notches more, “Sorry. Thought I had it down enough. I’m drivin’, but I’ve got you going through the car.”

  “Driving?!”

  It’s always hard to get the volume right when her childhood friend can’t pick just one volume to speak at, “Yeah, I’m heading home. Was on a run.”

  Only rustling from the other side of the call was heard for a moment, “..It’s a bit late for that, isn’t it?”

  She didn’t reply, only focusing on switching roads instead.

  “Y/n.”

  He normally uses nicknames, so hearing her actual name here caught her attention, “Yes? Yeah, yeah. I was out at my usual spot.”

  “Wait.. Out past Higashiosaka? Are you almost home? Have tomorrow- Er, today off I take it?”

  She focuses on what traffic is coming together as she drives deeper into Osaka. Road filling ahead with red tail lights and the glow of downtown in the distance, light shining in the windows from the now close knit street lights overhead. “Yes, no, yes.”

  “Um, what?”

  “I’m like halfway home. I probably have like 20 minutes left, but I don’t have work, so it’s fine. I misjudged how long I was out,” she apologized.

  “..Are you okay? Still stressed?” He was aware of the trouble her most recent work project gave her. He often complained about the lack of attention he got as she ignored everyone to prioritize work for the last week.

  “I just distressed, right? I’m fine. If ya want, we can get together later. Like later later,” she giggled quietly to herself, “I’m gonna sleep all day.”

  “I’ll hold you to that,” more rustling echoed through the speakers, “I’m gonna nap the next 20 minutes and better get a ‘I’m home’ text from ya when I wake up or I’ll go searching for ya.”

  She snorted, “Dude, you don’t drive! But I’ll let you know when I’m home. Enjoy your nap, an’ sorry again for waking you.”

  He sighed, “Nah. You know ya can call me anytime. I was just messin’ with ya. Be careful, Y/n-chan.”

  “I will. Bye bye,” with that she ended the call.

Part 2 >>

#shapeshifter au #haikyuu!shapeshifter #iwaizumi x y/n #f!reader #wolf shifter #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi fanfic #iwaizumi scenarios #iwaizumi x you #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fanfic #strangers to friends #strangers to lovers #slow burn

[myblueeyedbuggers]

My Boys

Chapter 4

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

Pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers (best friend) Reader x Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 2788

Warnings: Slow Start, Language.

Summary: After being abandoned by her parents in Brooklyn in 1929, y/n makes a living for herself by working for the Црни лабуд gang until she meets two boys in a back alley and her life slowing begins to change

Sorry for leaving this so late everyone, Had a really busy day at work and passed out as soon as I got in, Woke up at 8 and I’ve been working on this chapter for ages so hopefully you all like it :) Enjoy Everyone!

(Also մոխրագույն օրխիդ means grey orchid in Armenian, according to google translate)

-Two days later

If someone told me that I’d end up in the middle of a gang war being held hostage with a colt M1911 held up against my head, I probably would have called them batshit crazy. Confused? Let me explain, two days ago the mole in the մոխրագույն օրխիդ reported that they were planning to infiltrate our territory and attack us at the base, the մոխրագույն օրխիդ have been rivals with us for years, almost for as long I’ve been alive.

The boss was really pissed, I mean I’ve seen mind mad but boy he was raging, knocking everything over hell he even shot one of our new recruits he was that pissed off! All members were forced into training, Damien brought in an ex Russian spy to teach us new moves, at the end of it my body was littered with bruises and cuts I could hardly see my skin colour it was that bad. Hell, some of the boys looked worse then me. We trained through the night, alternating between combat training and firearms, it was relentless… some of the guys passed out from exhaustion and when they came back ‘round boss put them straight back into training.

I’ll admit, there’s been some intense wars, but they didn’t even come close to this one, everyone was involved, even the bloody cleaners were trained and normally they just clean up the rooms after the guys are done with a prisoner! We had a plan to draw the մոխրագույն օրխիդ out, everyone was to go to the bank and make it look like a heist prep, while I set up shop in the dinner across the road. I was to make sure that none of the մոխրագույն օրխիդ got the jump on our guys and take out as many of em as I could, so there was no bloody pressure there, I’d be lying if I said I was anything but terrified.

It was around 5 AM when training stopped, all of us ordered to get cleaned up and report back to the base at 6:30, one by one we all left for our homes the pistol strapped to my thing reminding me of what was about to happen…

-Tiny Time Skip-

The hour and a half flew by, each member was sorted into a group and bundled off into a car, every group has a different route and arrival time. Of course, I was the only one who didn’t have that luxury, the boss said that it’d seem less suspicious if I took the bus there and arrived last, so there I was on the number 17 bus at 7 in the morning. The street past by me in a blur, kids were making their way to schools with the mothers in tow behind them, mean while I was making my way to a bloody gang war. Not much of a difference between the two is there? Lazily my eyes glanced over the street, bored outta my mind, the stop was still 10 minutes away and the pair behind me talking business weren’t really curing my boredom.

I swear down if I don’t get off this bus soon I’m gonna lose it! letting out a small sigh I turned and looked out the other window. Okay come on could this day get any bloody worse ?! just my luck both Steve and Bucky were on the street the bus stopped on both staring at me, they really need to stop doing that it’s starting to creep me the hell out. I felt my eyes widen before I ducked under the window, wanting nothing more than this blasted bus to hurry up and move, muffled voices started yelling my name from the other side of the window as the bus started to pull away from the stop. Slowly I started rising my head up and dared to look out the window, both the boys were chasing after the bus, Steve lagging behind as Bucky raced ahead, we shared one last look before the bus blended back into the traffic on main street.

That was way too bloody close for my liking, letting out a sigh of relief I cleared my head and concentrating on my up coming task, the next stop was the one I needed, and I still had 10 minutes before I needed to check in. It was a simple plan, I’d walk into the dinner and order a coffee and a sandwich, walk over to the booth closest to the window and signal my gang I was in position, monitor where the մոխրագույն օրխիդ came from and get the registration numbers of the cars they came out of.  Simple enough.

Noticing that the bus was nearing my stop, I readied my things and hit the button, mentally preparing myself for the next few hours.

Steve’s POV

Y/n was right in front of us, on that bus, it’d only been a couple of days, but she’s changed so much again. Her cuts had healed but her face, it was littered with fresh marks and bruises, the dark bags under her eyes stood out against her pale skin, she looked like a ghost.

What the hell happened to her? I was still from the shock, manging to break out of the haze when Buck started running after the bus, we chased it down the block for as long as we could but eventually we lost her…again. Slowly, I came to a stop next to him, his face impassive, but his eyes were filled with anger, worry and sadness, a look I knew all to well, “Did ya get the bus number?” he didn’t turn and look at me. He was still staring at where y/n disappeared, his head turned slightly at my question but other than that he kept his gaze ahead of him. “yeah, she’s on the 17, it stops just outside the bank on 4th street… did you see y/ns face Steve? She looked like death warmed up, what the hell is going on with her?” Bucky’s temper started to rise, I knew how he was feeling, the frustration of not being able to help someone who desperately needs it was slowly drivin’ me insane. “That’s somethin we’re gonna have to ask her when we find her, come on Buck lets go find our girl” clapping my hand on his shoulder, we started following the road down.

-20 Minutes later

A silence surrounded us as we walked, both of us thinkin’ about her, why won’t she let me help her? I know what it’s like to not have a family growin’ up, then Bucky came into my life and changed it all, he became my brother and I his. That’s all I wanna do for y/n, give her someone to rely on, someone to trust. Gun fire shattered my inner thoughts, people were running and screamin’ as they tried to get away, the crowd managed to knock both of us to the ground, Buck grabbed me by the collar and dragged me outta the way before I got crushed by all the people. “What the hell is goin’ on?! Steve, you okay?” I didn’t answer him, my eyes followed where the noise was comin’ from, Bucky right behind me, both of us peaking around the corner to see what was going on.

Two groups were firing shots at each other, one group was holed up in a dinner and the others were shooting from behind a couple of cars, a few of em were shooting from inside the bank. “Jesus Christ! We’re in the middle of a goddamn gang war Buck, we gotta find y/n and get the hell away from here!” for once in his life Bucky didn’t argue with me and started pulling us away from the scene. A sudden shout halted our movements, the firing stopped as the dinner door opened, my heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach from what I saw next, a man yelling in what I guessed to be Russian walked out the dinner, his gun pointed at the side of y/ns head. Blood was dripping from her nose as he dragged her across the middle of the road, the worse bit was that she didn’t look scared not one bit, instead she looked blank, there was no expression on her face and eyes were dead, the man holding her yelling was nonsense I chose to ignore, keeping my eyes trained on her.

“Steve please tell me that my eyes are tricking me and that isn’t y/n being held hostage by the dickhead with the gun” Bucky’s voice shaking, I didn’t know if it was from anger or fear, “We need to get her outta there Buck”.  Both our gazes were trained on the man holding y/n, our minds focused on a plan of getting her back to us.

Readers POV

I knew as soon as I entered the dinner somethin’ was off, the atmosphere didn’t feel right at all, choosing to ignore it and stick to the plan I got in position and signalled to the member sat on the bench outside the bank.  One by one, the gangs made their way inside the bank and I waited for the sign, 5 minutes later gun shots were fired from inside the bank as members of the մոխրագույն օրխիդ pulled in cars and opened fire on the guys. People in the dinner started screaming and running for the door, I played my part and hid under the table trying to look terrified, everything was going to plan then shit hit the fan, the guys left in the dinner with me pulled out guns and returned fire on the Црни лабуд.

This is not my F**king day at all! What the hell do I do now?! Shoot at these guys or plan hostage and gain the upper hand?!, the decision was taken outta my hands when one of the մոխրագույն օրխիդ thugs grabbed my upper arm and dragged me over to the back of the room. Guns were trained on all the everyone who were unfortunate enough to get trapped in the building, a young girl was hugging her mother for dear life as the war carried on, keeping my eyes focused on the guy closet to me I waited for an opportunity.

Okay, y/n this is without a doubt one of the stupidest things you are ever going to do, the thug watching us turned to answer another member when I struck, quickly leaping to my feet I grabbed him from behind and forced him to the floor. Clearly surprised the other guys faltered before retaliating, acting purely on adrenaline I pulled my handgun and started firing at them, managing to hit 3 of them, 2 in the arm one in the chest, before I dived underneath the counter. Bullets started flying past me as they fired through the counter attempting to hit me, acting on impulse I laid down, waiting for them to seize fire and check to see if I was alive, one guy peered over the side and tried to tell the other thugs I was still alive. My reaction was to grab is collar and slam his face into the counter the use him as a human shield, the members ended up unintentionally killing their own guy, clearly, I pissed them off for out-smarting them.

I managed to fire a few more shots before a sudden force hit my back, sending me to the floor with only my face to soften my fall, Son of a b*TCH THEY JUST BROKE MY GODDAMN NOSE! A hand grabbed my hair, pulling me to my feet. I came face to face with the ugliest motherf*cker I’d ever seen, Alexi Churnov leader of the մոխրագույն օրխիդ and the monster behind the rise of sexual assault cases in Brooklyn. “My, my what do we have here, it’s the renowned recruiter of the Црни лабуд. Boys, this is little y/n  y/l/n, she’s been a part of the Црни лабуд for quite some time now” His voice alone is vile enough to make a Nun swear, “Cut the crap Churnov I haven’t got all day ya know, places to be people to shoot and all that” okay maybe I need to learn when to keep my mouth closed.

The next thing I knew my head was forced backwards and a stinging pain erupted along the right side of my face, I turned my head forwards and what do you know, I was face to face with the devil himself. “Have some respect you insolent child! talk to me in that tone again and I won’t hesitate to kill you. Now down to business, tell me what the Црни лабуд are planning or one by one these people die.” Well, do I have permission to panic now?!, slowly Alexi came closer to my face, scowling as he waited for his answer, my response ? I spat blood in his face and laughed at his stupidity.

A sharp kicked halted my laughter as I was dragged to my feet, a now very pissed off Alexi was dragging me to the dinner entrance, the difference of the light left me temporarily blinded, “Црни лабуд! WE HAVE YOU’RE PRECIOUS LITTLE Y/N! COME OUT AND FACE US OR SHE DIES RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW!”. Oh, you have got to be f**king with me. The Црни лабуд shared glances with one another, nobody knew what to do, hell even the boss looked conflicted and unsure with how to solve the situation.

You know how I said that attacking the մոխրագույն օրխիդ with a pistol and no back-up was the stupidest thing I’d ever done? Well this is even stupider. I quickly spun around and grabbed the arm holding the gun to my head and twisted it behind Alexi’s back, curse words flew out of his mouth as the gun fire returned. Shots passed by my head as I dived behind a car, in the distance police cars were closing in on the gangs, not that either side cared all were focused on taking out as many people as possible.

I was happy with staying here until the police got the situation under control, out the corner I noticed something odd, two very familiar faces were crouched down behind a wall, both boys were corned as gun fire rained on either side of them. WHAT THE HELL WERE THOSE IDIOTS DOING?!, my eyes were wide with panic as I watched thugs from մոխրագույն օրխիդ slowly edge closer to them, not thinking of the risks to me I dashed out from my cover and started running over to them. My heart started beating faster, one of Alexi’s men was pointing his gun at Bucky and Steve, Bucky stood slightly in front of Steve to try and protect him.

Using the last of my energy, I ploughed my entire body into the man, sending both of us toppling back over the wall. The impact stunned the both of us for a second, but the fist flying to my face soon knocked some sense into me, literally. What is it with these guys and punching me in the f**king face today? Quickly I rolled off him and sprung to my feet, barely managing to avoid his second attack. I used my size to my advantage, manoeuvring around the thug, punching and kicking wherever I could reach, at some point he landed a kick and sent me flying into the wall of the building behind me, my eyes followed his hands as he trained his gun on the boys again.

I acted on impulse, pushing me body forward and over the wall as he fired his gun, at first, I didn’t feel anything just a little pinch as I landed on the floor in front of Bucky and Steve, the sound of guns cocking behind me had me tense up and turn around, thankfully it was the police aiming at Alexi’s men. I let out a sigh of relief before turning to the boys, both were still on the floor with me, “Jesus Christ what the hell were you two thinking?! You could got shot! Or worse killed!” neither of them said anything, tears started falling down their checks as they looked at me.

“Y/n…Yyour bleeding” I felt my eyebrows scrunch up in confusion as I glanced down at my body, to my horror blood was soaking my shirt and then the pain hit me like a ton of bricks. Black spots filled my vision as I felt my body fall to the floor…the sound of my name being called from somewhere far away as darkness consumed my vision.

Very long Chapter to make up for the really late upload, feel free to leave some constructive criticism and as mentioned before all Imagines and Requests are open :) Thanks for Reading

Rose xx

#winter soldier x reader #winter soldier #captain america x reader #captain america #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #reader #fanfic #mcu #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader

[factual-fantasy]

20 more asks! ♡٩(●ᴗ●)۶♡

Well.. I don’t know, there’s plenty of kinds of candy that I’ve never liked.

I don’t like butterfingers, I don’t like snickers, jelly beans or most licorice.. But if I had to come out and say one specifically, I really don’t like butter fingers. The taste is fine, its the nasty texture that gets to me. ( >﹏<;)

I asked around to a few family members and got 9s and 10s out of 10. I myself think I go above and beyond to imagine and build up every little tiny detail to my stories so.. 10/10 I suppose? <:D

Hmm.. I think I’m going to put this ask into 3 category's.

1. Who likes candy corn?

U.M.Dragster

Jeepy

White Truck

Green Truck

2. Who would eat some of it if it was given to them, but would not buy it with their own money?

Brown Suburban

Beluga

Ranger

Miata

Escort

Vega

3. Doesn’t like candy corn.

Red Van

A.T.Dragster

Suburban

Honda

Unique category's. 

Volvo doesn’t eat candy and has never tried it. But he would like it if he did.

Bash Buggy also doesn’t eat candy. But if he tried it he probably wouldn’t like it too much.. He’d eat some of it if someone offered it to him though.

1. I’ve watched all the Bayverse movies and the Bumblebee movie. I liked them a lot. :}  However I am not into, nor have I seen any other adaptions other than Prime..

2. Hoo boy, here we go. XD

Suburban is a literal beast in the snow. The best of the best. The snow is no trouble at all and the cold never bothered him anyway. He may not like the snow all that much because it makes him wet and a little cold.. but he certainly doesn’t hate it and will play in it with the kids if they want him too. He also never passes up the opportunity to have a snowball fight or build a snowman.

Miata really struggles with handling the cold physically, because she’s so small, light, and rear wheel drive.. but she really does enjoy it. She likes to help the kids build giant snow men and loves making snow angels, she doesn’t mind the cold or snow at all.

Escort? Uhg. The cold isn’t enough to shut him down, but it sure darn FEELS like it. I mean sure, okay, he’s front wheel drive so actually driving in the snow and cold is fine.. buuut, if he stops moving? Its game over. He’ll start shaking and sputtering and pretty soon he’ll shut down. He does like to hang out with the kids sometimes, although normally the cold nips at him enough that he doesn’t go outside.

Brown Suburban isn’t a big fan of snow because his body struggles to start up enough already, having the cold on top of it makes it just that much harder. But honestly its not too bad. He’s heavy enough that he can drive through snow decently so that’s a plus. However, his starting up issues with snow aside, he does actually like snowball fights. One time, it was Jeepy, Wheeljack, Suburban and Bulkhead vs Brown Suburban. Brown Suburban won. The goal was to knock your opponent down. 

U.M.Dragster and his sister H A T E the cold with a burning passion... heh, burning, anyway. They just.. cant handle it at all. Like, not at all. Their joints lock up and they just shut down. One time, they both sat at the entrance of the base huddled up together and watching everyone else.. When A.T suddenly froze up and just fell over. They’re sad that they cant join everyone else. But they’re just too thin, the cold gets right under their plating and freezes their cores. <:{

Green Truck struggles with cold and snow, he really does. He’s old and has a bad shivering problem. His alt form is also a truck, meaning he’s light and doesn't get good traction in the snow and ice. Now if the kiddos want him to, he’ll go out and play with them. But otherwise he really isn’t a fan and would rather be cooped up in the base where its warm and dry.

Vega? Heck nah he don’t like the cold or snow! You kidding?? Vega is a total base hermit. Because of his age, his body really doesn't handle cold well at all, despite the size of his engine. He normally doesn’t leave the base when its cold. But in all honesty? He’s a big ol’ softie when it comes to kids. If they catch him in a decent mood he’ll go outside and endure the conditions to hang out with them.

Red Van would usually be pretty good all around when it comes to handling the cold and snow.. if it wasn't for her knees. Because of the damage they have sustained, she cant really go out in the snow all that much. The internal wiring in her knees is mostly exposed and it doesn’t react to cold well, making her sore and achy. She usually just spends her time huddled up in the base with heated straps wrapped around her legs.. <:{

White Truck is, well, a not-so-strong truck. So driving in the snow is pretty difficult. He’s decent with handling the cold and doesn’t mind goofing around with the kiddos in the cold, but I don't think he’d really want to go out on his own in it.

Beluga is pretty good at handling both and likes to goof around in the snow with the kids. She doesn't mind the cold or the wetness so honestly the winter months are no problem for her. She actually probably enjoys the winter months more than any of the others do.

Honda is mostly fine handling the cold and snow, but she’s not exactly a fan. She’ll goof around in the snow if the kids want her too, but she won’t go out on her own.

Ranger can handle the cold just fine, but being a truck an all.. driving through the snow is a little difficult at times. She’s a softie at her core but is usually not persuaded to go outside and play unless a lot of older bots are out there too. She doesn’t like to go out in the snow but she likes to keep an eye on her team when a lot of them are out in cold conditions.

Volvo can handle the cold very well because he’s so dense. His arms, legs, chest, back and every where else has many, many layers of metal. That doesn’t mean he likes it though. Driving wise he’s fine and temperature wise he’s fine, but he just doesn't like getting wet. He also has no time for “snowball fights” and “building snowmen” and what not. He’s a base hermit when it snow comes to that’s for sure.

The cold nips at Jeepy a little bit, but boy is the snow fun. Drivin, slidin, ridin, all of it is just a blast for him. He doesn’t mind the cold one bit while he’s ripping around and having fun.

Bash Buggy might just be the worst in the snow. Bash is basically 100% blind because snow screws up all 3 of his vision modes. Everything and everyone is cold and wet, so thermal doesn’t work. Grid cant latch on to the shapes around him because everything is round and the same color. And then Night vision doesn't work in the day time anyway, but the snow makes it worse none the less. His body is so severely stripped of his armor and insulation, that the cold just... uhhg, it just eats him up. His body tries so hard to keep him warm that he looses all of his energy being in it. He hates this. All of it. He just wants to be outside and hang out with his buddies, but.. he just cant. It’d probably kill him to be out there too long, so he’s stuck just being a base hermit all winter. <:{

♡♡Winterrrr~~~~♡♡ mmmm snooooowww ♡♡~~~ ♡(*´ o `*)♡ The season I was born in~~♡♡

Sadly it doesn’t snow much where I live, and when it does its only around for like 3 days. ╥﹏╥

And yes it makes me happy! I love getting asks, of all kinds! (excluding mean ones of course XD)

I like Alfred Pennyworth more, but Batman is cool too. :}

WHEEZE I-- BRuH, this is the best thing ever! XD I don’t know how quickly Doritos burst into flames but lets just pretend its pretty fast.

Escort and Vega are huddled up in a corner of the base in front of the only tiny space heater they have. They’re both shivering and quietly chatting when, I feel like Jeepy, comes up to them with this giant box.

“Is that heater helping at all?“ Jeepy asks genuinely and worried.

They pause for a moment, but then Vega shrugs and Escort makes a face and shakes his head. Jeepy then grins from ear to ear.

“WELL!“ He says kicking the heater aside and pouring out the contents of the box into the floor in front of them. Out of the box came several hundred bags of Dorito chips. 

“What are..“ Escort starts. But Jeepy is already grabbing a blowtorch out of no where and attempting to light the Doritos on fire. The Doritos quickly burst into flames, causing immediate panic. 

Escort quickly pulls Vega up from the ground and they dip. Ratchet and the other medics start freaking out. Everyone scatters and are scrambling to find the kids and a way to put out the fire. Brown suburban scoops up Jeepy and gets him away from the fire while other bots manage to find all three kids. 

Someone manages to stomp out the fire, maybe Ranger. After assuring no one was hurt and everyone is okay, they just look at Jeepy like?? WhY did you do that?? Jeepy’s like a clueless kid and was like, “Well they were cold and I heard these things were flammable soo...?”

Sigh, Jeepy’s got a few screws loose but they love him anyway. XD

Replace “Blue Suburban’s” with “my” and you just quoted Suburban.

Hmmm... Well lets see.. maybe like, if they wore clothes, what you be their iconic clothing of choice? Hmm..

Miata would have a lanyard of some kind, not sure what design it would have but I think it would be black and grey.

Escort would probably have a thin black jacket that doesn’t have a zipper. He’d wear all the time, even in summer. Its just enough to keep the chill off of him but not enough to make him overheat.

Brown Suburban would have a poorly made bracelet made of pony beads that he wears everywhere. He never talks about it and no one knows where he got it. As far as anyone knows, he doesn’t have any children..

U.M.Dragster and his sister would probably have bracelets too. Mostly likely matching ones that are souvenirs from the races.

Vega would have an old black leather baseball cap that he wears everywhere.

White Truck would have a pair of black flip flops that he wears all the time.

Beluga wouldn’t have an article of clothing, she’d have a galaxy print backpack that she takes with her when ever she has the chance.

Honda doesn’t have an article of clothing that she wears all year round. But she does have a scarf that she wears every day of winter and fall

Jeepy would have some kind of beanie that he wears all year round.

Bash Buggy might have some really small article of clothing. Like a small piece of torn fabric that he keeps in his wallet. It would be a piece of a shirt or something that he had a sentimental connection to before it was destroyed. He keeps it with him at all times, its his way of coping with the past and keeping a piece of his memories with him.

I’m not sure about the rest of them. They may have something too but I cant really think of anything..   

Cat people?

Escort Brown Suburban A.T.Dragster Honda Beluga

Dog People?

Green Truck Suburban U.M.Dragster Red Van White Truck Bash Buggy Jeepy

Doesn’t like animals?

Volvo Vega

Bird people? 

Miata.

Fish people?

Ranger

It would probably be Suburban. He’s very gentle with humans and would be very careful if he picked me up. 

I’d probably freak out a little being that high up in the air, but I know that Suburban would keep me safe.

For some reason, that felt super weird to type out.

Hmm.. lets say you said you loved him romantically.

If you managed to convince him, he’d go pretty quiet. Just looking from side to side and thinking.. He’d be fidgeting with his hands and look like he’s trying to say something but cant form the words.

“D-Do you really?“ He’d ask. If you said yes with certainty.. he’d begin to tear up.

“..Y-You can do better.. you c-can so much better than me..” 

He’d probably begin to cry. “You d-deserve so much better than me..”

Hmm... a certain funny or weird ask?.. Hm.. Well, I’m not sure about funny or weird, but this ask? 👇 

Was very well worded and S T U N G. I’ve been thinking about it recently. I really need to replace those windows, Suburban didn’t deserve that.

Yeah, they’ve both lost a lot and unfortunately relate to each other in that regard. Miata has a big heart, and seeing someone so sad and alone just really made her sad. She wanted to talk to him to try and make him feel better, but she ended up actually becoming good friends with him. He’s even her mentor now actually. :}

You missed it? :} Its about time I backed away from the red and eased my way into the blue~

I figure I should probably clear this up real quick. Miata is single too, but I said she isn’t because she just got out of a relationship with the Decepticon Zippy. So she’s not looking for love at the moment.

As for Volvo, good luck. Legit, even I don’t know what it would take to woo him, and I MADE him for crying out loud!! 

Ah my name, Factual Fantasy. I was wondering when I’d get this question. Fair warning, long explanation pending.

So you see, I have this thing I like to do with my drawings and stories. I like to incorporate truths and facts into them. I like things to function realistically, and have an explanation for everything. I’ll give you some examples.

Lets say there’s this show, and due to the storyline there's a polar bear guy that spends most of his time in warm water and in the sun. The show never addresses the fact that this would kill the polar bear due to his blubber and two layers of fur making him overheat and die.

So, how can I make this work? How can a polar bear survive comfortably in warm climates? How about this, he shaves his fur down as short as he can possibly go. So that way his winter coat is thinned out greatly and he can at least decently handle most warm weather? That’s a good explanation for something that doesn't make sense.

How about another example?

I want Gaster to be Sans and Papyrus’s dad in my AU, but there’s a lot that needs explaining. Why does Sans and Papyrus look so extremely different in so many different ways if they’re brothers? How could they have been born if there are no other skeletons to speak of in the game? Well, how about this.

Gaster wanted kids, but no longer had his wife. So he turned to science and cut a hole out of his left hand to take its DNA. He does lots of experiments on the bone piece and manages to make Sans from it. Unfortunately a lot of mistakes happened along the way which messed up Sans’s body pretty bad. Sans’s growth was messed up and he stopped growing at age 15. His magic is unstable and comes out in strong bursts when he attempts to use it.

After Sans was successful he tried again with the other hand and made Papyrus. Papyrus was made with way fewer mistakes and thus, Papyrus grew up normally and resembles his father.

This would explain where they came from and how Gaster could be their dad without the presence of a mom. This would explain why Sans looks so different from Paps and Gaster as well. It could also be the reason why Sans never usually uses his powers much. Not just because he’s lazy, but because its dangerous too.

How about one more example.. just in case..

Okay. Lets say I want to make an AU where Stanley has Bills powers but doesn't know it. How can I make that make sense? How can Stan have powers but not know it?

So I think okay, first, the powers. I want him to have Bills powers but I want Bill to be dead, So, Instead of Bill being erased, I make it that the memory gun shattered him. Making Bill dead, but his pieces remain. Giving Stanley his powers. That’s reasonable, that makes sense.

Now, how can he not know that he has these powers? Well, perhaps he only has some of Bills pieces. Maybe Bill was shattered so severely that most of him is just dust, while some of his pieces remain mostly intact. So this could mean his powers aren’t as strong and don’t really show up. So if he cant really see or feel his powers, he wouldn't know he has them.

Okay. Now of course, sooner or later Stan is going to accidentally use them right? How can he still not know he has them after he uses them? Well what if Bills activated powers + Stanley’s Human mind = black outs? Like, his mind cant handle the power so the power just takes over him, making him black out. So he uses his power, blacks out and then comes back to himself and doesn't remember anything. 

Well what about Ford? Ford would surly be around Stan when he uses his powers and remember them right? Well, what if the only times that Stan’s power has flared up strong enough to become visible was when Ford has been attacked and knocked unconscious? That way, both twins black out when the powers are used and neither of them remember it. Simple!

I took a crazy unreasonable world and made it all makes sense. It all has an explanation, an answer, facts that connect it to a realistic build. I always build my worlds on facts and reasons. Another good example is my Transformer OCs. Nearly everything about them is something related to the real cars, just shifted a little bit. Vega’s overheating, Red Vans knees, Escorts heart attack, Green Trucks leg, Bash Buggy’s blindness, the Dragsters being siblings, etc, etc, etc.

Do you get the picture..? I like to explain things. Put facts into my fiction. Make things and characters feel more real and connected to reality on a different level.

I like to, and always have, added reasoning and facts to my fantasies.

Factual, Fantasy.

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