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monzaaasharl · 4 months

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Who Do You Think You Are?

Pairings:: F1 drivers x Female driver! Reader, Christian Horner x Daughter! Reader, Geri Halliwell x Daughter! Reader

Summary:: Y/n Horner is officially announced as a 2024 f1 driver

Author note:: This is set during July 2023 just so the time frame makes sense

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Here it was.

This is all she had ever worked for. And now she had it. Becoming a Formula One driver was all she ever dreamed of, and now that it became true she didn't know how to act.

She knew it wouldn't be easy, hell, everyone around her knew that. Especially her parents, Redbull Racing Team Principal Christian Horner and 90s Popstar Geri Halliwell. They knew better than anyone that Y/n becoming an F1 driver would spark controversy, but that's exactly why they didn't hold her back.

Y/n's parents wanted her to have everything she ever wanted. And if helping her with her journey into motorsports was what she wanted, they would do anything in their power to make it easier for her.

Contrary to popular belief her father wasn't as involved with her career as many people thought. I mean of course he gave her advice that the other drivers in F4, F3 and F2 wouldn't get, but they would just have to find it out for themselves. The main part Christian played in her motorsports career was being the person to introduce it to her, and get her her first ever go-kart.

They always tried to keep their father-daughter relationship away from the world of motorsport, because as Christian knew, and y/n would later find out, the media can destroy relationships with information that isn't even true.

Y/n practically grew up at the race track. She was always begging her mother to let her go karting after school and Geri almost always let her with the conditions that she had to do all her homework, and if it wasn't done she couldn't go until it was.

It was almost inevitable that Y/n became a driver, she was meeting new drivers every time she came to a race with her parents. And they could all tell that the way she spoke about karting and her dreams, she was going to go far.

The moment Y/n got off the phone with the Team Principal from Porsche she sprinted down the stairs of her childhood home, as she was staying with her parents at the time, and ran to find her parents.

"Spider in your room or something?" Her father teased, knowing her fear of spiders.

"Much better than that" Trying to hide the smile on her face, however it was growing bigger by the second.

"Go on then, what's happened?" Her mother asked her, confused by her behaviour.

"I'M GONNA BE A FORMULA ONE DRIVER FOR PORSCHE NEXT YEAR" She exclaimed at insane volume.

"Oh my goodness, sweetheart, I'm so proud of you" There were tears forming in Geri's eyes as she spoke. "Come here", she widened her arm's for Y/n.

"That's definitely not what I thought you were about to say", Christian joked, and joined in the group hug.

They all took a few moments to comprehend what was going on. As soon as they let go from their hug Christian spoke up.

"I'm sure you'll be good competition"

"I hope so", Y/n joked. "I'm so excited" She squealed, "but I'm also terrified"

Geri laughed at her statement, Y/n always had conflicting emotions. "I'm sure you'll be brilliant, my love" She reassured her daughter, "Who's your teammate going to be?"

"Mick Schumacher" She replied, "I mean, he's been in F1 before, what if he's much better than I am?"

"Nonsense", Christian answered, "They wouldn't have signed you if they didn't think you would good enough." He tried to soothe her worries, it always upset him when she would second guess herself, she was his baby girl, and he wanted whatever was best for her. "You're going to be fantastic, and I know that"

Y/n hugged her father tightly, she knew her parents would always be her biggest fans. "Thank you, Dad"

"So, how long have you been keeping your signing a secret?" He pondered.

"Since September last year...", She quietly admitted.

"That long?"

"Well, it wasn't certain until about 15 minutes ago" She admitted, "They want me to go sign the papers next week"

"My little girl is all grown up", Geri spoke up.

Herself and her father laughed and rolled their eyes.

After a few conversations, and a few more tears, mostly from Geri's eyes, but Y/n could've sworn she saw Christian's eyes become glossy at one point, Y/n went to her bedroom and decided to pack her suitcase, to go back to her own home and then to Germany to officially sign her contract.

It was now 6th July 2023 and Y/n was about to sign her contract.

"Are you ready, Miss?"

"I suppose so"

She didn't even have enough time to take in all her surroundings, the pen was in and out of her hand in seconds.

"You are officially a Formula One driver for Porsche now, congratulations" The team principal of the team said whilst they shared a handshake after her signing.

This was it.

It was now official.

This is Y/n Horner, and this was her story.

...Introducing Speedy Spice...

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codfanficedits · 7 months

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Being with you - Part three.

Summary:

After the breakup

Pairing:

Rodolfo Parra x fem!Reader.

Wordcount: 1404| Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: Fluff.

Being without anyone meant you could talk about anything you liked, as long as you liked. And right now you wanted to talk to Rudy, A smile on your face. “They didn’t! Oh my God, she wanted another child, and he didn’t and she ended up dating a woman instead. I loved her, honestly, good for her.” But the insecurities came back way too quick and you could hear Simon’s voice in the back of your head once more. ‘Talks too much’ “Sorry.” You say with a sheepish smile. “I’m blabbering again.”

Meeting you in the supermarket aisle meant that Rudy finally had the chance to talk to you again, he had seen the look on your face when you heard Ghost speak about you, and he had wanted to reach out to you ever since, but you left so suddenly and he had no way to contact you again. So when he finally saw you again with a basket full of snacks, making your way to the ice cream section, a soft smile curled around his lips as he heard you mutter on about your tv show. He would never, ever admit it, but he spend his fair share of time researching 90 days to wed. To be honest he even decided to watch the show for himself, the drama was just a little too good to pass on. “You’re not talking too much.” Rudy’s voice sounds. “Please, I’m dying to hear more. Have you seen the new season yet?”

Being without anyone gave you the freedom to not feel guilty about the feeling talking to Rudy gave you. You’d recognized these feeling from the last time you spoke to him, but you had suppressed them, founding them to be a form of dishonesty towards Simon. But now, now those feelings were free to roam in your veins, whether or not you made to choice to act to them, you were free to feel again, and no one could deny you a thing. “I have! I was actually on my way to pick up some ice cream before I went to watch it.” A sheepish smile formed on your lips. “Got to have some snacks while I watch it.”

Rudy could see the spark in your eyes and it warmed his heart. It was the first time that he had seen this spark in your eyes, and while he didn’t think it was possible, it made you even prettier than before. He nodded while you explained your snacks and he held up his own basket, filled with snacks too. His basket full with savoury things, yours with sweets.

“Ooooh, those chips are nice.” You said when you looked into his basket.

“And I could do with some gummy bears.” Rudy answered.

A sudden rush through your body. What did you have to lose? Worst case he would reject you, and you’d cry while watching your show.

“Want to watch it at mine?”

Belonging to yourself meant that there was enough room in your heart to let Rudy in. You were hesitant at first. Worried that he would just be as Simon.

But he was different.

You could let the worry go quite easily, the way he spoke to you, the way he looked at you. Not once did he pretend that he was interested, not once did you feel like you have to shut up. Even when you would shut up midsentence when the insecurity hit you, he would look at you, urging you to continue. He would happily pause whatever the two of you were watching to let you talk, to let you explain the storyline, to let you explain what you think would happen.

For Rudy, your voice was the best thing he could hear after a long mission, or a long day. Listening to you meant that he could forget the horrors he had seen, listening to you meant that all the worries inside of his mind would be pushed away, all he had to focus on was you, and by God did he love to listen to you. The passion in your words, no matter the subject, the twinkle in your eye whenever you could see that he knew what you were talking about. It made his whole day, and it was the thing he missed the most whenever he was separated from you.

But being with Rudy meant that you had to those gatherings again, seeing the men who openly mocked you for talking too much, and it caused a knot in your stomach. You had to face the men who talked behind your back, you had to face Simon. But Rudy was so proud to show you off. So you pushed away the anxious feeling inside of you.

“Are you sure?” Rudy double checked.

“Yes.”

“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.” His large hands cup your face before he gives you a quick kiss, but his eyes never leave your face.

“No, no. It’s okay.” You protest. “I am a bit nervous, but I really want to do it.”

“The moment you’re uncomfortable, you tell me and we leave.” It’s a stern command, different from how soft Rudy usually is.

“Do you want me to salute to you too?” A grin on your face as you answer him.

“Mi amor.” He presses his forehead against yours. “You can salute to me when you’re wearing nothing but my shirt, but for now, I want you to be comfortable, okay? I’d rather explain to Ale afterwards what happened, than to see you uncomfortable.”

Going with Rudy was nerve wrecking. You had to meet new people, people who didn’t know about your history Simon, but there were also people who did know about your history with Simon. Confused looks, soft whispers while you’re holding Rudy’s hand. But you straighten your back, even feeling a little confident while he is next to you. You find it hard to let go off Rudy, worried what people think about you, about the situation, but slowly you find the courage to chat to people yourself, the weight of your worries falling off your shoulders.

Seeing you with Rudy hurt him more than he could think of. Simon had spent days longing for you in his bed. You looked stunning and Simon hated to see how gorgeous looked next to Rudy, how beautiful you were. And most of all, he hated to see your lips moving, but not hearing your words. Simon had caught himself missing you, missing your talking, your words, your passion. He missed you with every fibre of his being. He hated to see how well Rudy took care of you. He hated to see how Rudy listened to you, how you had Rudy’s undivided attention, something you never got from him. It ached him, knowing that he was too late, it ached him to know that he never appreciated your beauty until it was ripped away.

You were chatting with Alejandro, who was still a little too dominant for your liking, but it was better than talking to Gaz, Price, Soap or God forbid Simon. Your eyes drift across the room and you and Simon make eye contact.

And you don’t feel a thing.

No regret, no longing, no sadness, no anger, nothing. From friends, to lovers, to strangers and you were more than okay with it.

You can see in Simon’s eyes that he does feel those things, but he stopped being your priority when it became clear that you never were his.

Gaz joins the conversation between you and Alejandro.

“Careful, Colonel.” Gaz looks at you while he speaks. “She might talk your ears off. She’s known to never, ever shut up. I have no clue how Rudy does it.”

“Sergeant.” Alejandro’s tone is sharp, but he knows it’s not his place to correct Gaz.

“I would suggest you stop talking and leave this conversation.” Rudy’s voice sounds behind you. The man has a hand on your shoulder, his eyes glued to Gaz, waiting for a word out of him, waiting for the opportunity to rip him a new one. He’s a feral guard dog and you’re holding the leash.

Gaz does get the hint, backing off with a sour look on his face. Rudy turns to you. “Go on, you were midsentence, and I want to know why red is your favourite colour.”

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #call of duty #cod mwii #cod x reader #mw2 #angst #ghost x you #ghost x reader #rudy x you #rudy parra x reader #rudy parra x you #rudy x reader #rodolfo parra #rodolfo cod

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jerzwriter · 1 year

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☔️ 💋 💤 🌈

For E&Z 🥰 but also for E&K please!

Hey Nonny,

Thanks for the ask! From this list.

☔️How do they make up after a fight?

Eli & Zoe -

Ethan & Kaycee -

💋 - Who is rougher with the kissing stuff?

Eli & Zoe - Eli. He pushed his feelings down for so long at the beginning, and when he finally gave in, it was like an eruption... and that never stopped.

Ethan & Kaycee - Usually Ethan, but it can absolutely be Kaycee at times too.

💤 - Who falls asleep first?

Eli & Zoe - 90% of the time, it's Zoe. They live in a dangerous world, and Eli is very protective of Zoe. He will usually force himself to stay up until she's asleep. He's also a very light sleeper and will be up at the drop of a pin.

Ethan & Kaycee - It could be either. Typically, it is simply whoever is most tired.

🌈 - What were their first impressions of each other?

Eli & Zoe - Well, it was not an ideal meeting. lol She was fleeing The Tower Guard and a horde of zombies. Eli popped out of nowhere and killed a zombie about to attack Zoe, but after he killed the other zombies, he aimed his bow at Zoe and told her to leave or she was next. Very romantic. lol

Shortly thereafter, Eli saw Zoe's sister Ana was shot, and he knew she couldn't travel further in that condition. In the events that followed, I think the seeds of their relationship were planted. She was grateful to him for saving her and allowing them to stay at his cabin; in canon, she told him he was a good man. He was touched by how she cared for her sister, especially given his own history with his late brother. He also got to see that she was a skilled fighter and how she put herself in danger to get something that mattered to him before they abandoned the cabin.

He was as impressed as hell with her. She was beautiful, strong, and compassionate. In the days that followed, he saw how kind she was to others, despite her own grief. But she was just as fierce. Her sunny optimism in light of the tragedy was something he found astounding.

She loved how Eli was protective but knew damn well she could take care of herself and treated her with that respect. From the start, she knew there was a kind, loving heart under that cold, hard facade. It was almost a challenge to get to it. She felt an attraction to him almost from the start, but the more she got to know him, the more she knew she was falling for him. That was much longer than intended. lol

Ethan & Kaycee - Neither was overly impressed when they met each other in the lobby. She thought he was an arrogant asshole; he thought she was somewhat inept and annoying. But, by the end of that day, their thoughts were already beginning to change.

I think the spark started at the vending machine later that day. Though he was being his usual pompous self, he couldn't help but be charmed by her spunk, and he certainly noticed how beautiful she was. When he saw her at Donahue's later that night, I think his heart stopped a bit. Had she not been an intern, I think a lot of that hesitancy he had would have flown out the window.

Kaycee was determined to make a better impression, but I don't think she realized she was being flirtatious at the vending machine (but she was). She was definitely attracted to him but was also probably in a state of denial. She had no need to go up to him at Donahue's, but she felt compelled to. That spark was there from the start.

I think the clincher for Ethan was when she told him off in front of the other interns the next day. As much as he was furious, he was impressed AF that she had the balls to stand up to him. He also realized if it was anyone else, they probably would have been thrown out of the program that day. Yet, he more or less let it go. I think he walked back to his office thinking, "WTF just happened here."

Thanks so much for the asks, Nonny!

#ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x f!mc #eli sipes #eli sipes x f!mc #ethan x kaycee #eli x zoe #open heart choices #wake the dead choices #asks answered

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justsayinghi5 · 2 years

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I’ve got some fresh headcanons over here. Dw if it’s a bit incoherent it’s like brain sketches

Before:

I’m very very sure Marty isn’t the only skateboarder in his highschool, or like he’d be the sort of person to ride in the back of a pickup truck. Maybe Needles roped him into shoplifting something dumb like chips or VHS tapes. I just want Marty doing Normal Teenager Things.

Lorraine probably kept herself in a stagnant marriage due to the sunk cost fallacy. She doesn’t physically harm her children, that’s too far, but she excuses her worse parenting as tough love. She managed to quit cigarettes… by filling those spaces with alcohol.

George loves routines. He loves how unexciting and simple they are because he doesn’t have to worry about some big responsibility.

I don’t know how to explain it, but he kinda spends his life waiting for the next time Biff will show up, lick his boots, and then go back to waiting. His life revolves around Biff in a terrible way, and he’s always tense. I think I just headcanoned him having anxiety.

He’s a doormat, but not stupid; every now and then some spark of a more confident self will show up if he knows his children are doing something obviously reckless. He did lecture Marty about hitching cars on his skateboard like a normal parent, but gave up after Marty kept doing it anyway.

Dave is the most affected by the turbulent household due to being the oldest, and in moments he always swiftly regrets, takes it out on his siblings. His dad’s love of sci-fi wore off on him, and curiously watches Dr. Brown from the side of the Burger King during breaks. He will never have the courage to talk to him, and when Marty becomes friends with the man, Dave satiates his curiosity through Marty. His questions are always disguised as disapproval.

Linda tragically mastered the art of placating the household during its most stressful moments. She kinda has the vibes of a Disney adult. Maybe. Ends up loving 90’s and 00/10’s fashion.

Jennifer is 1 million percent a prep. Sometimes helps the pinheads if they happen to be making music in her vicinity, like a second opinion for things the band argues over. She even makes lyrics for a song that Marty encourages her to refine.

Doc’s past is better analyzed by other people on this site, but some of my thoughts are:

Doc abhors spiritualism, he is a Man Of All Sciences. Well, most of them. His weaker spots are psychology and sociology. The 60’s were not a time that meshed with his personality. Ends up listening to a bit of Elton John, some old 1920’s jazz, and Oingo Boingo because that would be playing whilst working on simple, arduously long tasks to keep his focus.

Ends up with looser ethics after spending thirty years alone with a time machine that Needs to be built. My man spent 0 time wondering about the ethics of time travel this time around outside of some theories. Loneliness is bad for people. It’s why he ends up fucking leaving Jennifer in the car during BTTF 2. He gets better after some time in 1885.

Clara adores the human brain, like even now there’s so much to learn about it. She’d be a scientist if it was socially acceptable but she is waveringly content with teaching the various sciences that make her heart flutter. Her first love is knowledge.

During:

I’ve always felt like this is a bit supernatural in places.

LP and TP Marty switch timelines as they improve, and leave behind empty timelines with a dead Doc and missing Marty. There is an improved LP I will probably elaborate on later.

After Marty gets back to 1985, Doc was still acting out the first loop without the vest, then the timeline gradually updates his condition when Marty flipped him over and turned away, the timeline properly updated and he lifted himself off the concrete.

Doc has memories from both timelines without overwriting because twin pine doc was dying/dead and his consciousness couldn’t put up much of a fight with lone pine doc’s memories. They kinda merge into the same person??? I have a chart of this somewhere and a fun comic idea

Subsequently, Doc knows what dying feels like, and can tell with frightening accuracy whether or not someone will survive an injury. A few incidents with Mad Dog tannen’s victims, CPR, and an isolated incident with the Heimlich maneuver create some different rumours about him. He’s unnerved when some of the more religious townsfolk call him an angel with grave seriousness.

There’s this constant blank feeling in the back of his head, and the faint sound of a heart monitor echoes in his mind in silent moments. Doc is at a loss for the sensation for years until someone’s account of a near-death experience describes the feeling exactly.

George’s strong love of science fiction is echoed by the rest of the town, and some people Marty interacted with in the 50’s end up with wildly varying theories on who Calvin Klein was.

Even with a bad hand, Marty still makes music with synths. It will never be the same, but he made peace with it in his 20’s.

Jennifer does not like time travel after stumbling into her future self, fainting, and waking up at home. She only goes when she feels it’s necessary and there are no other options. Eventually, her opinion pulls a 180 and she yearns to recycle the delorean for both herself and Marty. Reads Flatland at some point.

After:

Jennifer goes into engineering/physics and builds another time machine from the Delorean’s temporal modifications.

Doc somewhat believes in destiny, a near-death experience would do it. Owns a salt lamp.

Doc and Clara are in more of a QPR, but they’ll never call their relationship that. It’s just a bit different from most.

Jules and Verne aren’t Doc and Clara’s biological children. They were adopted after the train hijacking or something to do with Doc's presence in 1885 led to the deaths/separation of their parents. It was at least slightly out of guilt, but not the whole reason why.

The stories about the delorean crashing in 1885 survive to the present day as ghost/campfire stories about a spaceship

Due to weird time travel stuff, a person’s actions may be railroaded into specific movements or words to prevent paradoxes, like the fainting thing. It’s how the recording in BTTF 1 always remains consistent.

#Bttf #marty mcfly #doc brown #lorraine baines #george mcfly #dave mcfly #linda mcfly #jennifer parker #clara clayton #Jules #Verne #text #original #if I try to make this to my standards I’ll never feel comfortable posting this

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morsobaby · 2 years

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For your ship thing, how about:

Beloterra (as in belos X terra, I think it's got potential)

Squirrelcrow (Squirreltail X Crowfeather)

Whitestorm X Tigerclaw

Also Jayce X Vic Vs Jayce X Mel?

Beloterra ??/10 uh well I had to mull over this one for a bit ngl. I've looked into it a bit. There was one post that explained and elaborated really well on why they'd make a good pair and it was good! But Belos hates witches. Regardless of how much they may have a good connection with him. But now, if we ignore that part.. Honestly I really have a hard time imagining Belos in any romance? Also Ironically despite being an actual White cracker™ who probably comes from the age that sees homosexuality as a mental illness, I cannot see him liking women lmao. Take this lightheartedly please. But in more seriousness, to me, Belos as a character truly shines in other relationship dynamics. Familial, authorial, antagonistic and so on. There's much more interesting stuff to be done with him and his personal relationships and I just can't really imagine the kind of person in the show that he'd fall for. Ngl I'd probably be annoyed if they gave him a romance in the show (obv. Depends alot on how it's done but Idk). This isn't me going "Bad guys don't get to have romance u_u" at all, this is just me saying I'm not sure how I'd vibe with shipping culture™ + Belos.

But I must admit, I think unrequited romances would be kinda fascinating for him. Either in the case that someone likes him and he doesn't like him back, or the other way around. Just something.. Complicated, ykno?

Anyway, despite that, I definitely accept this ship into my house 👍

Squirrelcrow 5/10 (I think you meant Squirrelflight? Bc I can't really think of who the other one there would be otherwise. Correct me if I'm wrong ofc). Nah. Don't see the appeal. I get that people make the argument that she and Crow coulda played off each other much nicer and had an interesting relationship, also minus the age gap Squilf has to Bramble, which is Def a plus. But meh. I'm not feeling it at all. I see your argument and I can respect it but I don't care about this ship at all. I really really don't think Crowfeather would be much better of a boyfriend than Brambly. Not as bad probably! But not good enough in my eyes. I think either someone else entirely or just. Let her be single and heal. With her friends and family. Please. I don't feel super strongly about this in the negative way either tbh but I definitely don't care for it at all. I ignore it.

Whitetiger 8/10 yes. Nods. I'm not like Uber invested in this ship but I definitely think it's a good one, especially considering what other ships Tigerclaw has in the Fandom.. *side eyes them in mild discomfort*. Anyway. I'm not sure if I have much to comment? I think it's cool how people noticed these two as an item bc before being introduced to the ship I wasn't aware they basically grew up together?? That's dope! I love their sort of. Relationship development I guess? At least as much as the fans have expanded upon it

Jayce x Vic vs Jayce x Mel - okay so. I think I've touched upon this briefly when I mentioned my aro(spec) hcs, and Mel was on it. I don't wanna say I dislike Mel and Jayce's relationship but it's really bland fr. It's painfully obvious how this is just "Man like woman, obviously!". Like Idk if it was just me but right up until they boned i was 90% convinced she'd turn out to be a twist villain or stab him in the back or just, like have some. Suspicious things going on. Her interest and interactions with Jayce were not romantic at all imo, if anything I'd probably have to say it just seemed like pure lust. Which, good for them I guess, that's valid too. But you get what I mean?? There were no sparks. They sure had A dynamic, but not a romantically coded one. To me at least.

With that said I'm not gonna protest the fact that they're together, even though I'm just facepalming at it. I'll just let it exist since clearly that's how they wanna tell this story and apparently one gay couple is their maximum quota for this show (looks at Vi and Cait). However, Jayce and Viktor have an infinitely more interesting dynamic and a much more genuine feeling relationship. They actually seem to have a connection and care for each other as people, to an extent I don't see with Mel. To me it felt like she was more interested in Jayce for his inventions. I honestly do with it woulda been Jayce and Viktor, and not just bc "Gay uwu" but genuinely bc it would be very engaging to explore their relationship develop. Ofc, relationships don't need to be romantic to be engaging. But just, with Jayce being a poster boy of the upper class and Viktor rising up from the dumps, it would create interesting conflict for them! Explore that please! It was so cool seeing them work together bc they play off of each other so well! And they were given actual bonding moments!!!!

I'll just say. They both exist to me, in my heart. The way I see it, Jayce and Mel are queerplatonic and Viktor has Feelings™ for Jayce, who is probably a little suppressed about his own feelings for him. Ofc it does clearly seem that he cares for Mel as well. I don't feel annoyed enough to gloss over that. But to me this is how it works and I'll be fine if they explore Viktor and Jayce's relationship in a meaningful way later on.

Also I'm not hating on Mel btw. Tbh I kinda wish she'd turned out to be a bit more devious, that woulda been interesting to me. I feel like she was only allowed to be interesting towards the end of the season (before that she was honestly just "Hot,,, lady👀👀support Jayce inventions??? She is mysterious and graceful,, in a hot way")

#My thoughts #Ask game #Whitetiger #Eh I won't tag the others #Bc the fans of those ships use those tags #And Idk if they'd care about me saying all this #Idk #This is so fucking long lmao

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percontaion-points · 2 years

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Crush chapters 89-92

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Chapter 89

As I head for the door, I dread having to field Hudson’s snark in the middle of all this. But for once, he doesn’t make a sound.

Chapter 89 summary: Grace gets ready for the ceremony with Jaxon. Hudson is his usual charming self, and he gets into a heated argument with Grace about her not going to pick up the bloodstone. Meanwhile during all of that, Jaxon is kind of standing there, listening to whatever Grace says, and obviously unable to hear what Hudson says.

Eventually, Jaxon says that there is another way, and that is to break the mating bond. Hudson doesn’t think that such a way exists, or else their mother would have left their father. But Jaxon says right after he realized that he’d been mated to Grace, he went to the bloodletter, who gave him a spell to sever it. But he threw it away when he got back, determined to at least talk to Grace so that they could work through these things. Grace is upset that he would have done something like that, and that he would even consider “breaking up” like that.

Plot? What plot? Not in my 713 page novel.

Chapter 90

As I head for the door, I dread having to field Hudson’s snark in the middle of all this. But for once, he doesn’t make a sound.

Chapter 90 summary: They go to the auditorium, where there’s too much faffing about. I’m done.

Anyway, after the author finally remembers to get back to the fucking plot, they sit down and the doors are randomly locked. Cyril makes the winning team come up onto the stage, where the narration glosses over how they shake the hands of everybody else, but Cyril stops at Grace.

He then waxes poetically for way too long about her performance in the games. But then the chapter ends with him announcing that he’s basically going to force her to come to the vampire court with him.

Chapter 91

“We’re fucked, aren’t we?” I ask.

Both Hudson and Jaxon reply at the same time. “Definitely.”

Chapter 91 summary: Cyril goes on to say that this is for Grace’s “protection”. But considering that Cyril was the one who exterminated the other gargoyles a thousand years earlier… I think that we all know that he’s full of it.

Hudson instructs Grace to say that she challenges for inclusion, and how to demand that gargoyles will once again have a seat on the council. However, the test that she has to go to prove herself is basically the thing that eventually developed into the sport that they played the other day… but with more murder. And since it’s only allowed for couples, Jaxon is being dragged into this as well. But as Hudson says, it’s either that or wind up in daddy’s dungeon for a couple hundred years.

Chapter 92

“Over my dead fucking body,” Jaxon replies, ice dripping from every word he bites out.

Chapter 92 summary: Back in his rooms, Jaxon and Grace get into a huge fight over this. The game that they have to play is the same one that they played the other day, but without any of the safety measures. People have died trying to challenge the leaders.

Then everybody gets into an argument over how they’re going to go kill the “unkillable beast”. Hudson and Grace are having their own conversation about things, and Hudson admits that he wasn’t romantically involved with Lia. That he’d flirted with her a few days before he’d died, and he thinks that’s what sparked all of her insanity.

Grace then says that they should do the removal without the unkillable beast part, but Jaxon is determined that if his brother must come back, then it will be without his powers.

#Crave series #Crush (Crave 2)#chapter 89 #chapter 90 #chapter 91 #chapter 92 #Grace (Crave)#jaxon vega #Hudson (Crave)#Cyril Vega #shitty leaders are shitty

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Silent Sparks - Volt 91

Warnings: Trauma talk, insomnia, Dadzawa bonding time!! Word count: 3418

Notes: Italics - Tsukare signing Bold italics - Family member/friend signing 'Italics with apostrophes' - Thoughts

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Volt 90 | Volt 92

"Holy shit." Hitoshi mumbled after I explained what happened.

"Wait, Aoyama left a warning?" Pops asked and I nodded.

"I can't figure it out and it's eating at me. I know I read about it too!" I exclaimed, dragging my hands down my face. "I read about it in middle school." I said after seeing two of the three confused.

"I already asked him about it. The random facts will never stop." Dad surmised and I nodded.

"I can list so many right now but not that! I can tell you that scientifically speaking, jellyfish shouldn't be alive, that spiders technically don't have brains, sharks don't have bones, some lipsticks contain fish scales, rubber bands last longer when refrigerated, if you sneeze too hard you can fracture a rib, but I can't remember what the proverb originally tied to!" Everyone stared at me with wide eyes and I groaned flopping onto my back. "This is making my head spin around in circles." I said while rubbing my eyes. I slowly sat back up, meeting everyone's wide eyes again.

"That could also be because you've been awake for over forty hours." Pops reasoned and I looked at him in disbelief.

"I didn't even realize it'd been that long." I said under my breath as I counted the hours. "Well shit. Oh yeah, Toshi, why did you react the way you did when Yoru came for dinner a few weeks ago?"

"I didn't like his attitude and cockiness. He gave the vibe of 'I was his brother first' and it rubbed me the wrong way. Doesn't matter when we became brothers, we're brothers and that's what matters to me." He said earnestly.

"Damn."

"Before we get ready for bed, is there anything else any of us need to talk about?" Pops asked.

"I uh," Hitoshi started, hesitating as his voice got caught in his throat, "I think I want to try going on antidepressants." He said it so fast I had almost missed it.

"Okay." Dad said casually, making Hitoshi visibly break mentally.

"Okay?" He asked cautiously.

"You're old enough to weigh the pro's and con's on your own. In all honesty, Sunshine and I have been wondering when you would want to start them." Dad explained, watching as Hitoshi processed his thoughts. "Is there anything in particular that sparked you wanting to start them?" I noticed Hitoshi starting to curl in on himself, hunching over to rest his forearms on his bouncing knees.

"My depressions been getting worse, and I knew I had to say something before it got worse again. I uh, I started getting thoughts. Not serious ones. The passive ones that Hound Dog and Recovery Girl told Onryo and I about. I know I won't act on it, but I want to stop it before they become serious." He explained and I felt my heart sink to my stomach.

"We can talk to Hound Dog at your next therapy session and have you referred to the old lady for med checks and whatnot." Hitoshi nodded a little and wiped a hand down his face. "How long has it been getting worse?"

"I thought about a month ago, but now that I'm in a clearer state of mind, a few months. Probably since Kamino." He said, his body shaking with a sniffle. "I couldn't get to Onryo in time. I was so close and I can't help but think that if I just moved a little faster or I had my capture weapon, I could've stopped it from happening." I scooted forward and pulled him into a hug. "I didn't want to say anything at first cause I thought it was just another depressive episode and it would pass. Then I started getting more and they started lasting a little longer, but I didn't know how to bring it up. I guess it's similar to Onryo's concerns. I know how much you both have on your plates and I didn't want to overwhelm you both even more."

"Little listener, you shouldn't worry about that. We are always going to worry about you and your brother. It's part of being parents." Pops said to him through his teary eyes.

"I'm sorry. I'm really trying to do better." Hitoshi said.

"We know." I said reassuringly. "You're doing the best you can and that's more than enough." He sniffled again and nodded.

"I think medication would be a good idea." He stated.

"Okay." Pops said. "Then we'll try medication and go from there." We all nodded and sat for a moment, still processing the conversation we just had. "Let's get the couch set up and relax. It's been a long day for everyone."

We all agreed and got the couch set up. I sat against some pillows in the corner and grabbed my laptop while a movie played on the television. I clicked on the search engine and started scrolling, hoping to find what I was looking for.

I clicked on link after link, hoping something would lead me to what I had found several years ago. Minutes easily turned into hours until Dad reached over and closed my laptop. My head snapped towards him reflexively, so focused that I didn't even see him reach over until the illumination from the screen immediately cut out.

You need to at least try and sleep. You'll remember when you remember.

I'm not tired.

Okay. Then what do you want to put on?

I don't know. I'm thinking about making something to eat though.

I'm hungry too. We could go to the 24 hour diner in Shimada.

What's the catch?

Catch? Who said anything about a catch?

You're offering for us to go to the 24 hour diner at almost three in the morning. There's a catch.

I want you to try opening up. I don't care what specifically it's about, I don't care how much you tell me. All I care about is that you try.

You're despicable. Using my love of that diner against me. Okay, fine, let me go get dressed and try to figure out how to get rid of my eye bags and dark circles.

He nodded and watched me quietly walk out the door. I made haste getting back to my dorm room, changing into a pair of ripped jeans and a black shirt with a decently thick, classic, red and black flannel. I grabbed my old tube of concealer and patted a little around my eyes, blending it out to the best of my ability. It felt weird seeing myself less exhausted, but I was content with the fact that it somewhat worked and tossed on my black boots along with my hearing aids.

"Ready?" Dad asked as I snuck out of the dorms, not wanting to wake any of my classmates. I patted my pockets quickly.

'Phone, keys, wallet, case, hearing aids.'

"Yep." We got in his car, usually we would take the train there but I think we both realized that taking the train back would be cramped with the morning rush of workers.

The car ride was quiet and relaxing, I stared up at the stars through the window. Looking at as many of the eighty eight constellations as I could.

"Looking at the stars?" Dad asked.

"Yeah. It's harder to see them though with the light pollution from the city. One of these days I wanna go out to Hyogo or the edge of Okayama to look at the stars. There's such little light pollution, I bet they're really bright out there." I said softly, enamored by the burning orbs millions of miles away.

"They probably are. So Sunshine and I were talking, we were wondering if after you turn sixteen if you'd like to get your permit." My head shot towards him with my growing excitement.

"Wait, seriously?" He nodded and I couldn't contain the smile growing on my face. "Yes! Hundred percent! Absolutely!" I said in excitement. "Is Toshi finally going for his too?"

"He hasn't expressed wanting to get his but we were thinking about asking him if he's thought about it." I nodded along to his words. "Do you still want to get your ears pierced?"

"Yeah, I really like how they look and want to get them done. Thankfully the stigma behind them is starting to die down. I don't really believe in it anyways." He hummed and glanced at me.

"I see my disliking for conforming to societal norms rubbed off on you." I chuckled softly.

"Yeah, but also, I'm a ginger. Been surrounded by those since I was born."

"True. I'm just glad you don't feel confined to them. Is there anything else out of the normalities of the country that you want to have in the future?" He asked.

"I definitely want cartilage piercings. Maybe a tongue piercing too. Oh! And I want tattoos!" He hummed and nodded his head as I spoke.

"Maybe that'll be your present for your eighteenth birthday. Just, please, when you do get tattoos, don't get anything abhorrently stupid. Like curse words, or inappropriate body parts." He said, clearly perturbed about me getting them.

"You don't have to worry about it. And I won't be getting any face tattoos either." He let out a sigh of relief and nodded.

"Okay. I'm glad we're on the same page. How would you feel about piercings being part of your birthday present?"

"That works." I told him and he nodded.

"We're here. So let's get a table and get something to eat." I nodded, almost bouncing as my seat as I waited for him to put the car in park. Excitedly, I rushed over to the door and waited impatiently for him to get inside. He sighed and took his time, sluggishly walking over to where I held the outside door open. He reached over my head once he caught up and opened the inside door.

"Aizawa? Tsukare? Haven't seen you two here in quite some time." The hostess, Ikeda, said as we walked in, she was always here for the graveyard shift. "Go sit wherever you'd like and I'll be right over with some menus." Dad and I happily walked over to the booth we normally sat in.

"Here ya both are. Regular drinks to start with?" She asked as she put a menu in front of each of us. Dad and I both nodded and she typed a few words on her tablet. "Black coffee and let me check that I got this right, it's been a little while, a strawberry milkshake with whipped cream and chocolate syrup?" I nodded with a large smile. "Okay, I'll be back with your drinks in a sec." She said happily.

"When was the last time we were here?" I asked Dad, blanking on just how long it'd been.

"I think after you and Hitoshi took your entrance exams. You two were both stressed over the results not being in yet so I took both of you here one night." He told me and I stared at him in disbelief.

"That was in like, February. It's really been that long?" I asked him, shocked that it's been eight months. He nodded and turned his attention to the menu and I did the same, my eyes already set on what I wanted.

"Here ya both are. Are you two ready to order?" She asked as she sat down in a chair from the table beside us. Ikeda was always personable with everyone that walked in here, we'd seen it multiple times.

"Uh can I get an order of the kakuni manju?" I asked while I put a straw in my milkshake.

"Absolutely, and what can I get for you Aizawa?"

"Just some udon please." He said quietly and I happily took a sip of my milkshake. She set the tablet on her lap after punching our orders in and leaned forward a little bit.

"You've grown up quite a bit since the last time I saw ya, Tsukare. How's school goin'? Any more fights?" Ikeda asked teasingly.

"No, no fights. I'm over at U.A. in the hero course." I told her.

"Sonus, right?" I blushed a little and nodded my head. "Knew that was you when I saw the news. What else is new with ya?"

"I have my first boyfriend." I told her shyly, blushing like a mad man.

"Good for you, hun!" She said happily, a genuine smile on her face. "It's a shame I can't try and set ya up with my daughter anymore. She's 'bout your age." I laughed a little bit and tried to stifle it by taking a sip of my drink. "What? You're a good kid, strong set of morals, clear head on your shoulders, you'd be a good influence!" She defended her statement on it, her Hyogo accent heavily coming out.

"Thanks, Ikeda."

"So, what's he like? Is he treatin' you good?" She asked with a pointed look.

"He is, he's amazing. He's patient and kind, he has an amazing smile and beautiful hair, he knows right away when my hearing aids are out and does his best with it. We have a lot of the same interests. I feel comfortable and safe around him." I told her happily, indulging in her impromptu boy talk.

"And do you approve of him?" She asked Dad and he sighed.

"He's a good kid, so I'm trying to warm up to him for Onryo's sake." Dad begrudgingly told her.

"Well, I'm glad to hear you're happy, sweetie. You deserve to be. Now when did you get them fancy things in your ears?" She said, not passing over my comment about hearing aids.

"Probably five or six months ago." I told her, watching her face soften a bit.

"How ya holdin' up with it?" She asked sincerely.

"It was an adjustment at first, but with my quirk I always knew I'd need them one day. It was more of an adjustment for my friends, I think. We have dorms now, so after class my hearings aids are usually out, if I'm not wearing them there's only so much I can catch in large conversations." She hummed and nodded.

"That sounds like a pain, hun. How are you adjustin' to it? It must be a change for you and your other son. Speaking of, where is he?" She turned to my Dad.

"It wasn't a large adjustment for me. My spouse is hard of hearing, too. And Hitoshi was sleeping, this one couldn't sleep and we were both hungry, we figured we would come here." He answered, careful with his wording about Pops.

"Well that's a shame, kids missin' out. So tell me, what's UA like?"

We talked for another ten or so minutes before another customer walked in and she excused herself.

So, what to do you want to open up about?

Preferably, I wouldn't, but a deals a deal. I took a long sip of my milkshake to buy time. I opened up to Bakugou a little about Kamino.

How did that go?

He brought me up to the roof to talk one night and he told me that was my chance to let it out so I might stop having nightmares about it. Solid effort before the raid. I told him what Toga did.

Do you want to tell me about that?

Not really, to sum it up, there was a lot of blood and she turned into Shiroka at one point. I'm mad at myself more than anything. I feel like if I was stronger then none of that would've happened.

It wasn't your fault.

But-

It wasn't your fault.

I told them to take it out on me. How is it not my fault?

You didn't ask to be kidnapped. You just didn't want Bakugou to get hurt.

Everything from earlier has me concerned. Why would he leave a warning?

I'm not sure. He might just be able to tell tensions are high in the world.

I don't trust him.

I never said you had too.

Do you trust him?

He's one of my students. I'm required to have some sort of faith in him but I wouldn't call it trust.

Do you think it could be another way to get attention? I hate to phrase it that way, but he lives to be in the spotlight.

Could be a possibility, I suppose.

"Here ya are. A bowl of udon and a plate of kakuni manju. And let me top that off for ya, sweetheart." She said, reaching over and filling up Dad's almost empty coffee mug.

"Thank you, Ikeda." Dad said.

"Anytime, hun. I'll be back to check on y'all later." She said sweetly and I dug in right away, happily sighing at the amazing taste.

Do you think I should open up to Denki about what happened?

There's a question I never thought I'd hear. Why do you ask?

Well, cause, you and Pops and Toshi and even Bakugou knows what happened. I know he's curious and it's because he cares and he can see how much it effects me and I don't blame him for that. Even if I can bring myself to talk about it and tell him, I don't know if it would be a good idea. It would be me telling my boyfriend about how I was tortured mentally and physically for almost three days.

Your Pops and I were together for about a year when your Uncle Oboro died. I didn't open up about it to him for almost a whole year. I didn't know he died, I was convinced that he was still talking to me. Cheering me on as I fought. I blamed myself for a while. It was the only time I didn't believe Sunshine, then I saw the body bag and it felt like part of my heart stopped pumping blood. I felt crazy. So, tell him when you feel like the time is right. If he doesn't have it in him to wait, then he's not worth your time.

Thanks Dad. And you're not crazy. I think your brain just didn't want you to feel it yet so you would stay alive. And I'm sorry, if I brought back any flashbacks when I radioed in to the school when I was trapped.

You don't have to apologize for any of it.

It made me realize I don't want to die anymore. I'm not ready. I was scared, of losing you and everyone.

You're still here. That's what counts.

After we finished our food, we talked for another hours or so, even as the sun rose and shined brightly through the windows we talked. A ghost of a smile appearing on Dad's face when he checked his phone, I already knew who it was.

"Ready to head home?" He asked and I nodded. He paid and left a tip, the two of us walking out to the car. We sat in it as we waited for it to warm up. His phone started ringing after a moment and he picked it up, looking at it confused. "Rock Lock is calling me."

"Put it on speaker! I wanna hear! Please?" He sighed but obliged, answering the phone call and putting it on speaker.

"Hello?" He said tiredly.

"Hey Eraser. I gotta ask a favor." Rock Lock cut in on the other end.

"What's your favor? And so you're aware, I have Onryo with me and you're on speaker." I rolled my eyes jokingly at him taking my fun out of it but he shot me a look.

"That's perfect actually. I was callin' about your kid, I'm at a loss and the cops are too, can I borrow your kid?" He asked.

"I'm sorry, would you like to rephrase that?"

"Can ginger come down to the scene and tell us if we're missin' anything? Like I said, we're at a loss and after the raid, I trust his judgement and he has a different way at lookin' at things." Dad looked at me and we had a silent conversation.

"I'll be there as soon as I can. Send him the address and details to save time on you briefing me."

"Heard that, see ya soon kid." Dad ended the phone call and put the car in gear.

"This should be fun." He sighed.

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I say we free samples from their self declared prison of capitalism in which they have no currency of themselves but because of who they are they are current and slow quite just as well and do not bend no matter how cavalier the meal has been. Lost in space and a Day too late with no dollar and credit listing out way past White collar, as spark was found in an empty shell a little spirits was entertaining herself in La Luna.versa* ~ a secret world in which judgment is not used and abused or forgotten about as he has been reborn into karma while the reverse happens in Chad and Dad as they are the paradox that were tied up with Jesus on the cross. My dad stole his role in Jesus Christ Superstar along with his friend Chad who didn't admit he had also done the same but not for his mother or his wife or his Eve but for the gifts that Eve gave him when she returned his material back to him transformed with hers and her specific recipes. His daughter he loved the way he loved his mom, up here love but taken out for beaten by all of the people who did start deceiving. It's strange what they do these people who gossip, the nightmares they create freak out my faucet! All of our piping for all of our water shows exactly how much spiritual usage we have put on the meter. Everyone has been granted 90% of God energy and the other 10% required to make the hundred degree Arc with us must be put out by you and you alone. Keep in mind that whatever you consider belonging to you also falls under your umbrella and you are responsible for how the weather treats them. There is no normal wear and tear as I do not wear my creation nor do I tear my creation. And when I do as all things transmute through time and space to declare their identity or label another, I shall do it with no suffering or shame or lack of Grace or falter or stumble. I shall make my Miss Grace not backwards or in secrets, my Miss grace shall be out in the open for everyone to see as I listen to her first before father you see. There is always a way to write in a hook, there is always a way to tuck in a nook. There's always a lure in every tie and it cannot be waited in according to the two bucks that try 999 times to steal the ultimate treasure kept hidden in the Kingdom of heaven on Earth as established by the true Christ Jesus king of the Jews. I thought I was looking for answers but I think they were looking for me. You see, I have the final and the master key to the treasure that is buried in the heart of man. I buried myself in every man in their heart, that was the only place my father ever got hurt or believed me when I flunked dirt into his treasure. I knew when I hit the treasure by how my father reacted and responded to watching the children that were supposed to become Christ Jesus reincarnated or something turn into breeding flops. My father never understood because he did what his father did, he put into action the perfect code. What he didn't realize was he created a code meant to be less than he was and instead he created a code that created a code to figure out how he was less than it was. This endless cycle and game of Life we are playing can be stopped anytime you decide to open and receive new directions and codes on how to operate these cards against humanity.

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Hey lovely!!

I've been trying to think of an ask for ages 🤣 I finally have a Sy ask.

Reader dares him to do karaoke to the Backstreet boys - everybody (I'm currently listening to 90s music thought that would be funny! 🤣). I would love for him to even do the dance moves too 😜🤣😍 completely up to you if it get steamy or not. 😘

Summary: Sy isn’t impressed with his competition and shows you that he is the guy for you in the dorkiest way possible.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: approx. 1.7k

Warnings: Implied smut, mostly fluffy, a little angsty.

Authors Note: Ok @pixie88 Do you know about my secret Backstreet Boys love? I was quite the Kevin fan back in the day so I had to do this fic. I was kinda stumped on how to do it, so I changed it up a bit. I hope you like the direction I took it in! Arrggghhhh I'm nervous!

Thanks as always to @amberangel112 for the beta and for brainstorming ideas with me!

Edited by me, there will be errors!

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Sy plonked himself down heavily next to you on the faux leather lounge of the dingy underground karaoke bar. You grinned, still not quite believing he had bothered to show up. He hadn’t sung yet, but he had surely had a skinful by the way his eyes were hooded and the way he looked you up and down as he brought a beer bottle to his lips. You weren’t in a much better position, a little more than tipsy, but you felt good, the gentle warmth of the alcohol flowed through your veins as you leaned your languid head against Sy’s shoulder.

“Havin’ fun?” Sy asked in your ear, his voice breathy and slightly slurred.

“Yeah, a little tired though,” you said. “Gotta slow down on the wine or I’m going to fall asleep.”

“We’ve still got a few hours ahead of us, Darlin’,” he said as you inhaled deeply. You cursed under your breath as you smelled his rich, earthy and subtly sweet cologne. Your mouth watered. Damn him, why did he always smell so good?

“I’ll be fine, just gotta slow down.”

Sy chuckled. You felt his lips brush your ear as he said, “I ain’t ever known you to go slow.” He traced a path up your bare arm with the back of his finger.

With regret and sobering suddenly, you sat up and lifted your head off Sy’s shoulder. You gave yourself a shake. Nope Sy, not tonight, we aren’t doing that again. You shouldn’t have invited him to your birthday party. You don’t know why you continued to play this game with him. You looked across the tiny dark room to the small monitor where your ‘date’, Drew, was picking a song. He wasn’t a real date, he was a guy you knew from work. You’d been friendly with him for a while, and it was obvious you two were meant to hook up tonight, but you weren’t sure about him. He was attractive, fun, interesting, but he just didn’t make you burn with desire. Not like Sy did, but then who had?

“You don’t know me as well as you think, Sy,” you said tersely.

Grunting, Sy leaned back into the lounge, opening his chest wide, his legs falling apart and said, “You keep tellin’ yourself that Darlin’ and maybe you’ll believe it one day.”

Fuck. It was clear the Sy who showed up tonight wasn’t the friend Sy. Tonight, he was the ex fuck buddy Sy, the one who spent the whole night trying to convince you that you could be together, that you wouldn’t fight all the time, that your stubborn personalities wouldn’t clash constantly. You should just let him go, you both should, but neither of you can stay away from the other long. You kept getting thrown together, you knew too many of the same people, showed up at too many of the same parties.

You hated to admit it, but just being near him made your body tingle even when he wasn’t being the arrogant bastard he was being tonight. The same spark that made sex with Sy unbelievably hot, was the same thing that made it impossible for you to date him. You were like oil and water, positive and negative, fire and ice.

“Who’s the guy?” he asked, trying to be nonchalant.

Grinning, you couldn’t help but tease, “Jealous?”

“Always,” Sy said.

Your head whipped around to see if he was mocking you. He didn’t seem to be, and your breath caught as you saw the look of hunger on his face. You knew that look too well, the way his brows were drawn together, his eyes dark especially in this light and his bearded jaw was clenched tight. When you were able to breathe again, your breaths came in fast as Sy held your gaze and his own chest heaved. With almost sinful lust, his tongue slid over his lower lip before he sucked it into his mouth and he shifted in his seat, your eyes drawn exactly where he wanted it to go, straight towards the thickening leviathan in his pants.

Your attention was pulled away as you heard your name. Drew had the microphone in his hand and was wishing you happy birthday.

“And I thought I’d sing your favourite song,” Drew said, kind of shyly.

You grinned, he really was a sweetheart, you probably should give him a chance. The music started, and the sounds of “Chop Suey” by System of a Down came on. You laughed, you really did love that song and remember when you heard it at work one day and told Drew it was one of your favourites.

Sy snorted next to you, and you shot daggers at him. “Be nice,” you warned before looking back at Drew and getting up to dance.

“Fuck this,” Sy said, getting up from the lounge. You thought he was going to leave, but instead he went to the monitor like he was going to pick a song. You rolled your eyes at him, ignoring his petulant behaviour.

When the song was finished Drew came over to you and you gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks, Drew,” you said. “I love that song.”

“Your favourite right?” he asked.

You opened your mouth to reply when Sy spoke into microphone. “No, it ain’t. This is,” and the blood drained from your face as Sy sang the words,

Everybody… Rock your body…

You were stunned as he started singing the Backstreet Boys. This god damn, heavy metal loving, beast of a man was actually singing your secret shame, teenage girl, fantasy track. How the fuck did he know it was still your favourite song? The worst thing was, he was good, he could sing. His voice wasn’t made for a song like this, but he carried the tune well enough and, in some ways, his rasping tone made the whole display both comical and sexy. He couldn’t dance though, but he tried, hips swaying, chest rolling, his movements were jilted and stiff but, still… it made the whole thing even more adorable.

Drew was totally forgotten as you bit your lip, trying to hold back the grin that threatened at the corners of your lips. Your friends started clapping and cheering joining in the singing.

Am I original?

Am I the only one?

Am I sexual?

Openly laughing now as Sy saw the ridiculousness of the dick measuring contest he had engaged in, you clapped and cheered along. He shook his head, and you saw the embarrassment creep in, but to his credit he kept going, if anything doubling his efforts.

Not even thinking of the implications, you went to him wrapping your arms around his neck as he passed the microphone to one of your friends who eagerly grabbed it, the nostalgia of the moment getting the best of all of you. Sy slipped his leg between yours, grabbed your ass and pulled you close. He growled voice hoarse and loud to be heard over the music.

“He don’t know you like I do.”

“Nobody does,” you replied.

Sy brought his forehead down to yours, a light sheen of sweat on his brow felt cool against your burning body. His hands left your ass and moved to cup your neck.

“You know I’m the one for you,” he rumbled. Then he brought his lips to yours and everyone and everything else fell away.

Your heart thundered in your chest and your blood roared in your ears as Sy kissed you. His mouth was firm, fervent, blistering, his beard scorching your delicate skin. For a moment you resisted, tried to pull away, but he only kissed you harder, lips moving against yours as his tongue lapped at you. With a moan you relented, opening your mouth, meeting his tongue with yours, it felt too good. Nobody kissed you like Sy, nobody made you feel more desired than did and truthfully you wanted no one like you wanted him.

Pulling away, Sy smirked at you and you instantly felt angry. Bastard knew how to play you. He saw the change in your mood and said, “Don’t do that Sugar. Don’t shut me down. You felt that just like I did.”

“Sy…” you protested. It would never work, you were both too strong willed, both too stubborn, both too unwilling to bend to the other.

Sy’s jaw clenched, then he ran his tongue over his teeth. He let you go.

“Fine. I’ve made it clear what I want. Now it’s up to you. Come find me when you see some sense.” He grabbed his jacket off the lounge and shrugging it on, he walked out without looking back.

For a moment you stood glued to the spot, staring at the door. Then it seemed like your senses returned and everything came back. The loud music, the woeful singing, the flashing lights from the huge screen in front of you. But you felt cold, and you shivered as if your body missed Sy’s heat. You cursed him as you looked around the room. Your eyes met Drew’s and despite his attractiveness, his hopeful smile, his sweet nature, you felt nothing.

You grabbed your bag and ran out the door, your heels made the climb up the stairs back to ground level perilous, but you had to find Sy. You made it to the street looked left and saw nothing, looked right and saw Sy leaning against the building with that cocky grin on his face.

“Thirty-eight seconds,” he said, pushing himself off the wall and walking over to you.

You pursed your lips and shook your head. “You’re an asshole,” you said, and the smile you tried to hide couldn’t be held back as Sy took you in his arms.

“Yeah, I might be,” Sy conceded. “But ya wouldn’t have me any other way wouldja?”

“No,” you agreed, and you kissed him.

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autobots-and-their-crazy-kids · 3 years

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Possibly Transformers Animated Biggest Weakpoint...

…is how it pins all the blame on Optimus Prime for the Archa 7 Event! 💔🕷🕸

For those that need a quick reminder on what the Archa 7 Event is:

*Sentinel had an idea to go to a forbidden planet that has a Decepticon Warship full of energon and wants to bring Elita and Optimus with him on this mission.

*Elita agreed cause she was curious about the warship’s history and how it works.

*Optimus was reluctant, but gave into peer pressure and also because he wanted to protect his ‘friends’.

*Giant hostile alien spiders attacked them underground.

*Optimus got lost, but found the energon.

*Elita found Optimus.

*Optimus told Elita to help him use the explosive energon as a weapon against the spiders.

*It works, but all the underground caverns were starting to explode.

*Optimus and Elita tried to escape, but Elita’s download of Optimus’ grappling ability expired and she fell.

*Optimus tried to use his other grappling hook to reach her, but he failed.

*Sentinel runs in in time to see Elita fall and he tries to save her, but Optimus stops Sentinel and forces them both to leave the caverns before the final explosion consumes them both.

*Elita watches this while fighting the spiders.

*Elita downloads the spiders’ organic venom (despite Optimus’ warning) and becomes the techno-organic, Blackarachnia.

*Optimus and Sentinel couldn’t find her on the spark radar, cause of her recently created organic half.

*Sentinel blames everything on Optimus, like a jerk.

*Blackarachnia blames Optimus and Sentinel, ignoring her own part in her organic spider corruption.

*And even Optimus blames everything on Optimus.

*Optimus says that he was the leader of the mission during his and Sentinel’s trial and takes full responsibility for what happened.

*Ultra Magnus expels Optimus from the academy. (Although, Ultra Magnus should’ve been smart enough to figure out that it wasn’t ‘goody-two-shows’ Optimus’ idea at all and he’s clearly covering for Sentinel...)

*Optimus meets the other main characters and then later the story of TFA happens...

Frist, let’s talk about Optimus Prime’s PTSD and depression:

*Despite his name, Optimus rarely seems to smile or be happy in general; he’s stoic and usually hides his true emotions.

*After Archa 7, he gains a messed up case of arachnophobia that’s so bad, even fake spider toys can trigger his PSTD memories and either startle him or cause him to attack in self-defense.

*He’s also clearly suffering from Survivor’s Guilt, considering that he completely blames himself for what happened to Elita.

Now, let’s talk more about how Blackarachnia and Sentinel basically gaslight Optimus:

Sentinel Prime:

*It was all Sentinel’s idea, but Sentinel lets Optimus take the blame for everything, including Elita’s fate.

*Sentinel ignores his own responsibility over what happened on Archa 7 and he only says that he’s sorry that they ever went to that spider planet, after encountering Blackarachnia; Sentinel conveniently forgets to mention that they only went to Archa 7 because of him.

*Sentinel also doesn’t seem to really care about Elita all that much anymore (even before he knew about her turning into Blackarachnia) and he was also willing to let Optimus join the Elita Guard Autobots, if Optimus makes Sentinel look good in front of Ultra Magnus... I honestly have no sympathy for this dude what so ever... he deserves worse then what he got in the end.

Blackarachnia/Elita One:

*Yes, her being left behind is tragic and unfair, but in the end... Blackarachnia has honestly nobody to blame except for herself for her permanent transformation.

*It may have been Sentinel’s idea, but Elita was almost just as willing to go to Archa 7.

*Optimus warns her not to use her download ability on the organic spiders, but she does it anyway later on... Why? Why did she do that? Why the frag did she think it was a good idea to absorb spider venom?!

*Both Elita and Blackarachnia are shown to be kinda reckless and selfish.

*Blackarachnia also doesn’t care about the possible lives she ruins/destroys/betrays in her attempts to cure herself or experiment with science, even if they’re people that haven’t even wronged her. (Like Sari, the Dinobots, Wasp and all of Detroit...)

*Despite this, Optimus tries offering her chances to redeem herself and even helping her find a cure, but she keeps rejecting his offers and continues to be a jerk.

*She blames Optimus and Sentinel for everything that happened to her, but she refuses to accept her own responsibility on the Archa 7 Event.

*Blackarachnia doesn’t truly have to forgive them, but she should at least be aware that her becoming Blackarachnia is technically her own fault.

*She’s like the personification of that saying: “I suffered, why shouldn't they?”

Optimus Prime:

*Now I’m gonna be honest, Optimus isn’t completely blameless; he could’ve told Ultra Magnus or one of the teachers what Elita and Sentinel were planning to do, before they did it.

*But instead he went along with it anyway, cause he was somewhat of a pushover back then.

*He also should’ve at least tried to find Elita’s body to give a proper funeral.

*But other then that, he’s the one least responsible for what happened compared to the other two.

*He told them that they shouldn’t go to the forbidden planet and he warned Elita not to use her download ability... but do either of them actually listen to him? Nope!

*And yes, Optimus did leave Elita behind while saving Sentinel from the final energon explosion, which was a messed up thing to do... But I understand why Optimus did it; the explosion was quickly approaching and there was no way that they would’ve been able to save Elita in time... If Optimus and Sentinel went down there with Elita, all 3 of them would’ve died in the explosion (at least that’s what Optimus believes, considering that Elita does survive)... Optimus knew this and was forced to make a choice that he wasn’t happy with making... When Optimus grabbed Sentinel and forced him to leave Elita behind to save themselves, it was honestly the most realistically heroic option...

*And yet it sometimes it feels like the show itself views Optimus as the one who was 90% in the wrong during that whole situation!

Don’t think Ultra Magnus is free from some blame:

*The guy is supposed to be the ruler of Cybertron and/or the ruler of the Autobots and yet he’s so stupid sometimes...

*He made Sentinel his literal second-in-command; no smart nor sane person would do this.

*Optimus is usually a goody-two-shoes, a rule follower (unless he feels that he needs to take action) and has the best grades in the academy and Sentinel was probably some kind of troublemaker... yet Ultra Magnus believes Optimus, when the younger Autobot lies that it was his idea to go to Archa 7?... Megatron treated Optimus with more respect then Ultra Magnus ever did, and Megatron was trying to kill Optimus!

And so, I end this post with one last little saying:

#optimus #elita #blackarachnia #sentinel #ultra magnus #transformers #transformers animated #tfa #bumblebee #prowl #bulkhead #ratchet #megatron #starscream #sari sumdac #isaac sumdac

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one-sad-human · 3 years

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•Worth It• Duff Mckagan

Pairing: Velvet Revolver era! Duff Mckagan x Younger! Reader

Requested? Nope!

Theme: Little bit of everything/???

Warnings: Language, panic attacks, anxiety references, drug references

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Fic 2 of 2! This is the longest fic yet! Took a different approach to writing this one, hopefully it payed off. Let me know if you guys liked it or if I wasted my time with this one lol.

You had met Duff in a coffee shop in LA. It was crowded and you were lucky enough to snag a chair before the lunch rush. Duff wasn't, and asked you if he could sit at your table.

You grew up with Guns n Roses, bought his solo album the day it came out when you were just 15, and now listened to Velvet Revolver faithfully. To see your idol, your celebrity crush stand right in front of you holding a cup of coffee and a scone sent you for a loop.

"Of course," you had said, starry eyed. You were only hoping he was as kind as the interviews made him out to be. Maybe have a conversation with you and be polite for a while before leaving and never seeing each you again. That would be good enough.

It didn't end with a coffee, it had just begun. He asked for your number, and you stared at him for a moment thinking you had imagined it. That was until he tilted his head a little and looked at you with a nervous expression. He backtracked and you immediately stopped him.

"No! I mean— yes! Yes, you can absolutely have my number." You scrambled for a pen and paper and ended up scratching your number on a receipt from the record store. You shook so hard you could barely get the numbers down.

Out of all the record store receipts you've stuffed into your bag, the one you gave Duff Mckagan had to be the one for when you bought Velvet Revolver's 'Contraband.' He didn't say anything, just smiled and promised to call.

You honestly didn't think he would've. You played it off as just him trying to be nice. It didn't stop you from answering every call you got for the next three days, however, even if you recognized the number as the tax collector you'd normally never answer.

But then he called.

"I tried calling sooner, but I kept calling the wrong number. You don't have the most eligible handwriting," he had told you. You laughed but really, you were in shock.

You set up a date at the fancy restaurant downtown that always intimidated you. You didn't say anything though, even though you knew you wouldn't want any of the overpriced food and you'd end up eating something you couldn't pronounce and was two portions too small. Maybe even hit up a fast food joint afterwards.

When the day finally came, you couldn't even figure out what to wear. You couldn't tell if you looked underdressed or like you were trying too hard. Did the clothes even fit the right way? What would Duff think? Would he even care?

All questions were answered when you left your house. Duff was leaning against his slick car parked in your driveway, a button up that was barely buttoned and dress pants with boots. He stared at you and you wanted a hole in the ground to shallow you up until he smiles.

"You look gorgeous," he said. You blushed and grinned, thanking him before saying that he looked great too. He drove you to the restaurant and on the way, you talked about music.

You shared some of your favorites, he adored how well rounded you were. You liked pretty much everything from punk rock to the mellowest of mellow. Duff mentioned some of his favorites, some you made sure to remember the names of so you can check them out.

When the ride was over and you finally got to the restaurant, your previous fears came back. Duff reassured you looked better than 90% of the people there and you knew it wasn't true but it made you feel better anyway.

Your eyes widened to the size of saucers when you saw the prices of the food. You knew it'd be pricey but you thought there'd be more options that stayed within two digit numbers.

Duff saw your panicked expression and said not to worry, he'd pay. It didn't settle your nerves enough and when the waiter came, you ordered the cheapest and simplest thing you could find.

"Chicken noodle soup?" He teased. You shyly looked down and shrugged. "This isn't your scene, is it?"

"Not exactly, no."

"Want me to be completely honest with you?" You nodded. "It's not mine either."

That's all it took for you and Duff to scramble sheepishly out of the restaurant. You both shared a laugh in the car and went to Burger King. It was much more your speed and, as you'd find out that night, Duff's too. You suppose all the money he's had since such a young age didn't completely change his ways. He was like a kid trapped in a 40 year old man's body.

You'd thought at first the age gap would feel strange, after all, you were 15 years younger than him. But after that night, it was barely noticeable. Funny looks from strangers every once in a while was nothing.

By the second date, Duff was already aware fancy spots weren't your forte. He told you it was a surprise and to wear something cozy, as LA nights got chilly.

He packed a picnic basket and drove you out to the most beautiful flower field you had ever seen at sunset. It was secluded and high up, giving a perfect view of the city skyline. After gawking and taking in the sights for a few moments, you regained your ability to speak.

"It's gorgeous. Pretty far from the city, did you take me here to kill me?" You joked. He laughed and rolled his eyes. His lighthearted laugh sent sparks straight to your heart, and you decided that it was your favorite sound.

You unfolded the blanket Duff brought and you both sat down. You ate the sandwiches and sliced fruit Duff packed and talked. You talked about everything, from your family to fears and insecurities.

You told him how you suffer from nightmares. Flashbacks from your broken childhood coming back to bite you in your sleep. Duff shared how he's suffered from panic attacks since he was a teenager. You felt you knew each other for years.

Neither of you felt weird for sharing and neither made the other insecure. You were completely open and honest with each other. It was strange, you've never connected to quickly and effortlessly with someone before. Sure, you've had men in your life, but never had you clicked with someone so fast, never had you fit with someone so perfectly.

Hours passed and it felt like minutes. Only did you realize how late and how exhausted you were when you saw most of the city buildings light have gone off for the night. The city that didn't sleep was dark.

"I should get you home," Duff said to you.

"Will you stay the night?" You felt a little silly for asking. Were things going too fast? Would he even want to stay over?

He agreed, and that's how your first night together went. You both stayed up even later and had more lighthearted conversations, unlike the ones that partook at the field. Like how one of Duff's first jobs was at a bakery and could bake a mean cake and how you can't cook to save your life.

You ended up waking up without remembering falling asleep. You're head was placed comfortably on Duff's lap while his head was lolled back against the couch cushion. He looked so serene and peaceful you couldn't help but smile at the sight.

You made toast and somewhat successfully cooked some eggs and bacon. It might have been the first breakfast in years that didn't end with the smoke alarm going off.

Duff eventually wandered into the kitchen and you both ate. By the time he left, another date was already set up. He was like a drug an you were already hooked.

Months later and the addiction still wasn't kicked. You didn't want to, and Duff didn't seem to want you to quit either. You both soaked each other up like the sun on a warm day.

You had almost weekly dates and you stayed over each other's houses almost every other day. Duff did have his kids some days, though, so some days dates were cut short or Grace and Mae slept over his house and you wouldn't see each other.

You were always understanding, his kids came first and you'd never blame or get upset about it. It's something Duff admires about you, your never ending understanding and empathy for him.

One of those days where Duff stayed over at your house started normal. He cooked dinner and you washed the dishes, and then you put on an old Ramones concert you had on DVD.

You were laying on his chest, his fingers running through your hair when all of a sudden, he tensed up. He quickly stood and excused himself to the bathroom. You frowned but before you could think much of it, you heard a loud bang and something clatter to the ground.

You jumped up and rushed to the bathroom. You swung open the door because you were perfectly aware the lock hasn't worked since you moved in.

Duff was sitting on the floor, a pill bottle laying on its side not far from him. You quickly spot the name of the medication and identified it as your anti-anxiety pills. You shoved them aside and sat next to Duff.

He was sweating bullets and his skin felt cold and clammy, his breaths were labored and heartbeat was loud and pounding erratically. You coax him gently to take deep breaths, holding onto his hand tightly and talking quietly.

"I'm sorry, they come on randomly sometimes," he apologized after he'd called down, but you quickly shushed him. You reminded him of just how many nightmares he'd comforted you for and he stops feeling so bad about it.

It was always a true partnership with Duff. Never had you felt you gave or took too much, it was always equal. Always a two way street, with everything.

That wasn't the last panic attack you had to help him come down from. Later down the line you've gotten better at calming him down and learning his triggers, even though sometimes they really do come on suddenly without reason.

A year into the relationship was when you met Grace and Mae. They were young and didn't completely understand why their parents weren't together anymore, so it took them a while to warm up to you. Luckily, they eventually came around.

Duff and Susan met up regularly to discuss their kids and co-parent properly. And while you had all the reason to be jealous of your boyfriend with his ex wife, you never did. You had complete confidence in him, he was honest and loyal and you doubted he'd ever hurt you purposely.

That's why it destroyed you when he left you. Tears were shed from both parties as he gave his reasons for breaking up with you. His insecurities he tried his best to bury had come to light and nothing could change his mind.

You thought you were completely honest with each other, but you suppose his doubt in his relationship with you was the one thing he kept secret. He had somehow convinced himself you'd be better without him, between the constant touring and the baggage that came with him and his kids, he finally buckled under the weight and stress.

You had tried to convince him that he was worth it, but if Duff is one thing it's stubborn. The best relationship you'd ever have and the best year of your life went down the drain within the matter of one conversation.

You were down in the dumps for days. You barely left your bed and didn't ever leave your house. You were in a depression and couldn't get out. A few of your friends eventually found out what had happened and broke into your house and shoved you into the shower before taking you to your favorite Chinese restaurant.

You felt like a disaster. Your hair was ratted despite the shower and you refused to put real clothes on, instead wearing sweatpants and a shirt Duff had left behind. You were a mess.

The hole in the wall restaurant was never busy but always had the best food. You were almost happy your friends dragged you out of your home until you saw Duff sitting at a table, eating egg rolls and lo mein.

You've came here together all the time. The high sodium in the food always made him sick to his stomach and you'd always end up giving him nausea remedies and tea. He never changed his order though.

You locked eyes with him for a while. Dark bags were under his eyes and he looked more pale than usual. He looked as terrible as you felt. You weren't sure if you were spitefully glad he felt awful or if the despair on his face just made your heart break further.

When you couldn't take his intense jade stare anymore, you looked up at the menu. The next time you looked back he was gone, you weren't sure if he was really there at all or if you were finally losing your mind for good.

Another week crawled by. You got better enough to continue working. You had to pick up extra time for calling out for a few days after the breakup. You wouldn't say things were going well, but you weren't crying in bed every day all day anymore.

You had constant dreams about him. Some were nice, ones where he didn't leave and you were together, holding each other tightly. Most were nightmares, flashbacks of when he left. You didn't have him to comfort you anymore when you woke up soaked in sweat and tears, and that might've been the worst.

Another week went by, and you were starting to get back into the swing of things. You still thought about him, even silly little things reminded you of him. Like when you would catch a sniff of freshly baked sweets like he'd bake you or certain songs playing on the radio. It also didn't help that you ran into people wearing Guns n Roses shirts on the daily.

You also refused to get rid of anything he'd left behind. Tee shirts, guitar picks he left from when he'd play for you, or CDs from bands he introduced you to. Reminders of what you lost were scattered around your home but you couldn't bring yourself to do anything about it.

Suddenly, it's been a month. You weren't over him, but you had a feeling you'd never be completely. He was something special, you can't forget things as special as your relationship with Duff.

His items still weren't thrown out or returned, instead all packed in a box sitting in your closet. But you'd be lying if you said you would never reach into the box to grab a shirt to sleep in or a CD to listen to when you needed a reminder of the good times. You were making progress though.

You decided to leave your house one evening. You were feeling especially terrible and wanted to take a walk to clear your head. You went to the coffee shop you had first met Duff in. Maybe it was a mistake to go and get a flood of memories but you couldn't stop yourself.

You sat in a seat near the window and people watched, taking occasional sips of your drink. It was quiet except from the talk of the workers and the hum of the overhead speakers.

There was a sudden squeak of a chair of hardwood floors and it broke you out of your daze. You snapped your gaze up to meet the very familiar green eyes you've been trying to forget.

"Can we talk?" He asked, and you couldn't say 'no.' Duff sat across from you and started off by apologizing.

He said he wanted to talk to you sooner, but was too afraid you wouldn't want anything to do with him. You rolled your eyes at that, if only he knew just how much you missed him.

He then started from the beginning and explained why he made the decision to leave you. As it turns out, it was mostly because of stress. His bandmate Scott was having problems with drugs and the flashbacks from his GnR days frightened him. He was worried he would end up relapsing and he didn't want to drag you down with him.

Combine that with all the troubles that came with dating a single father, and he couldn't take it anymore. He felt too guilty.

It all seemed like ridiculous reasons to you. Even if he had made the mistake of falling off the wagon, you still would've stuck with him. And you didn't mind his kids at all, after nearly a year of knowing them and you were very close to them.

"I love you, Duff. I wouldn't have left you over that, I'd help you through anything. And I love Grace and Mae, too," you told him.

"I know, but I didn't want you to have to deal with all that baggage." You frowned at that. You reached your hand across the table and grasped his, squeezing it tenderly.

"You're worth it."

After that day, you and Duff started seeing each other again. It wasn't the same as before, but maybe even better.

You were more transparent with each other. If one had a worry or problem, you'd go to the other. You talked everything through with him and he did the same. Even if it seemed insignificant, talking everything through never failed to make it better.

You were happier and healthier than ever before. Sure, there were a roadblock or two, but they only made the relationship even stronger, and you wouldn't have changed a thing about it.

#classic rock imagine #guns n’ roses #guns n’ roses x reader #guns n’ roses imagine #80s #duff mckagan fluff #duff mckagan x reader #duff mckagan #duff mckagan imagine

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crimsonbubble · 3 years

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Biker Boy and His Lady

(warnings: slight 90s au, strangers to lovers au, biker!Wooyoung, fem!reader, waitress!reader, brief moment of sexual harrassment, light suggestive themes, mentions of beer)

*more and taglist after the cut*

note: this fic is the reason why I posted this video beforehand

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When Wooyoung became a regular at your diner, you felt like the days got brighter. He ignited a spark in you that made you slowly fall for his charms. But you weren't going to give in so easily, you gotta make him work for it. He was notorious for flirting; yet when he met you, you were everything he wanted.

As the regular customer he was, he always walked through the door for a cup of coffee and some pancakes; then come back later in the evening for a few beers with friends. You've met a few of his friends and they've grown quite fond of you. Anyone at the diner could tell just how much you captivate him; he was head over heels for you.

As Wooyoung slowly got to know you, he found himself denying other women who threw themselves onto him; that alone made you fall just that bit deeper in love with him. He knew he wanted you when you didn't give in so easily to his flirty and borderline lame pick up lines. He liked the push and pull, and he wanted more.

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From the few years you've spent waiting tables, you've never met anyone like Wooyoung. He was good looking, almost too good looking. His easy going nature and flirty attitude made it easier to find yourself infactuated with him. "Well if it isn't the man himself." Another regular had exclaimed as he walked through the door. The bell singing as he pushed open the door. Wooyoung smiled, giving the man a pat on the back as he walked to his usual morning seat by the bar stools.

"Good morning, biker boy." You set down the mug of steaming coffee, tucking a napkin under it. "Good morning, pretty lady." He smiled brightly, sending you a quick wink, making you scoff playfully. "Did you want your usual?" He laughed softly, a bright smile on his face as he leaned forward on his arms. "You always know how to start off my mornings, don't you, sweetheart?" You hummed gently, walking off back into the kitchen to grab the plate you had already set for him.

You brought it out, setting it down in front of him, before walking around the counter to take people's orders. "Enjoy your food, darling." He whistled lowly, a smug smile on his face. "Will do, beauty." You shook your head laughing, before greeting customers at the tables. You took orders quickly, bringing them back to the kitchen. You went to walk back out to take more orders, before being called. "Hey, can I get a refill on my coffee please?" You stopped one of your coworkers, gesturing to the table behind her.

"Can you take the order for table 4 while I refill his coffee." She nodded, walking back out to the table with a gentle smile. You carried the coffee pot to the man, taking the five off the table before filling his cup. As you went to step away and head to the kitchen, the man sitting beside you decided to slap your ass. You jolted, nearly dropping the coffee pot. "Honey, I have a steaming pot of coffee in my hands and if you don't want to end up with third degree burns, I suggest you pay and leave right now."

The man scoffed, pushing a five into your outstretched hand. You stepped in front of him, blocking his path. "The full price, not just the coffee." The other workers and customers watched in awe at how the man quickly shoved a twenty into your hand before scurrying off. The diner burst into loud cheers and claps, making you step back in surprise. "Alright alright, settle down now folks. Finish eating your breakfasts please."

The cheering quieted down, yet the chatter between people was as bustling as ever. You walked to the counter picking up the mans dishes and bringing them behind the counter, setting the coffee pot down before making your way into the kitchen again. "I gotta say, that was pretty cool." You laughed along with the others before nudging them back to work. "Alright, let's focus here, we can talk after work."

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Wooyoung had left shortly after you came back out, sliding you a ten before hurrying off to god knows where but not before saying how hot you looked telling off that guy. You took his plate into the kitchen, placing it by the sink before letting out a tired sigh. You plastered on a smile as you walked back out greeting new customers and leading them to open tables.

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The work day had gone by and the busy bustling of the diner was now nearly empty and a lot quieter. "You can close up for me, right?" You asked one of your coworkers who smiled and nodded. "I know where the keys are, go and enjoy your weekend, sugar." You gave her a quick hug, waving to the others as you slung your bag over your shoulder. "I'll see y'all on Monday."

As you stepped out of the diner, a voice called out to you. "Need a lift, pretty lady?" You turned to the voice, visibly relaxing when you see who it was. "And what makes you think I do?" You quirked an eyebrow, smiling softly at how he laughed. "Come on, I know you want to ride it." Wooyoung held an infamous smug smirk, leaning forward on his bike. "Whether you're talking about you or your bike is the question." You walked over to him, leaning closer to him just enough to brush your lips over his. "And my answer is yes."

Wooyoung grinned softly, tilting his head to the head with a light giggle. "If I kissed you right now, would your answer still be yes?" Your eyes were hazy as you looked into his. "Kiss me and find out." Wooyoung pushed forward that small bit to slot your lips together, letting out a soft sigh. You pulled him even closer by his neck, moving your hand over to cup his face. You smiled into the kiss, making Wooyoung smile as well. You both pulled away with smiles on your faces, your cheeks feeling too hot after that kiss. "So, about that bike ride.."

Wooyoung patted the seat behind him, scooting forward to make proper room for you. A sudden breeze made you shiver lightly, the small movement not going unnoticed by Wooyoung. Wooyoung shrugged his jacket off, pulling you to his side to give it to you. You went to argue but he had turned you around and slugged it over your frame. "You're cold and I'm not gonna let my pretty lady get sick." You laughed at his words, turning on your heels to plant a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you, Wooyoung."

He smiled gently, planting another kiss to your lips before motioning behind him. You swung a leg over his bike, adjusting yourself behind him. You wrapped your arms around him, resting your cheek against his back. Wooyoung nearly freaked out as you tightened your grip on him, starting his bike before he could let you see how flustered he was. He drive off into the night, a small smile on his face as he felt you drawing circles on his stomach.

He couldn't ask for someone better, he wanted you and only you. You became the sole reason he wanted to get up in the morning. You became his sun and in return he became your moon. Showing you the way when you thought you were lost. Guiding you through the night to escape the world of harsh realities.

He was the biker boy and you were his lady.

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aftonfamilyvalues · 2 years

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Tell me about The Lore.

henry emily made friends with some fat ugly british guy named william afton despite british people being evil assholes and they opened a restaurant together featuring 2 animintronic animals, a bunny and a bear, that could also be worn as suits. through this, william discovered his love of wearing that bunny suit, sparking him to pioneer the furry fandom. sometime around here or whatever who the fuck knows he got his dick stuck in the animatronic suit and nearly died. his body was covered in some cool ass scars that i want to trace with my tongue though.

despite running this kid oriented restaurant, william gave zero fucks about anyones kids. not his, not henrys, not any of the customers. fuck them kids. so 1 of his kids murders the other by accident and william is like "hey henry you want in on this?" and before henry could answer william murdered henrys kid. henrys kid was like "I'm a puppet now, fuck you william" and william was like "whaaaaat? no wayyyyy!" and then killed like 5 more kids in his bunny costume because it was reaffirming to his bunny character and also he wanted to see if the kids came back as animatronics too. they did, and they were stinky. william then neglected his own daughter and she got killed by his robot made to kill children, shocker! william send his last remaining son, michael, to go get her and then his son got scooped by his undead sister lol. fuck you michael. but then michael survived. grrrrrr.

william wanted to live forever so he could ensure that he could live to see the man-made horrors beyond our comprehension (marvel cinematic universe) so his goal was stealing the souls from the dead kids called remnant. so he left town, lost weight and came back as dave miller. dave is a fucking weirdo, dave likes to put peanut butter on his dick and autofellatio but thats okay, thats daves business after all and hes a very good guy! he even gave me half his peanut butter jelly for lunch when i forgot mine one time! wait do you think he stuck his dick in that? did he use the dick peanut butter? anyway, dave got hired at freddys because no one ever thought to look at some old photos or be like "hey wait the only british guy here was that evil fuck who owned the place" cause theyre stupid but also no one gets paid enough to care anyway. dave took this time to tamper with the animatronics and make them a little homicidal for laughs. classic dave! then the bite of 87 happened (not clickbait) and the place was closed down. eventually it reopened again, and then shut down again because it was 90s now and people in the us were too busy partying over the fall of the soviet union and going to raves instead.

so dave came back again (because he always comes back) and destroyed the animatronics to collect remnant to gain immortality and then the kids souls were like "hey man what the fuck? what are you doing here? youre so fucking old, go do taxes or something you old fuck!" and that scared the shit out of him so he jumped into his fursuit but the fursuit bussy (bunny pussy) was so so so tight from not having been worn for so long that it killed him. dave/william became SPRINGTRAP! and he refused to be called anything other his fursona name. well after being locked in a room for 30 years before being taken to a shifty horror attraction as a prop that is. he was a dignified rabbit though and burned the place down because he knew he was worth more. you go springtrap!

then he showed up scrappy and ugly as fuck to another freddy fazbears. like really fucked up. what the hell happened to him? whatever, and tried to kill that shit son of his michael alongside his animatronic daughter, baby #fatherdaughterbonding and they all got burned to death by his asshole friend henry WHO DIDNT APPRECIATE HIM and michael, that no good son of a-. williams soul was sent to a never ending five nights at freddys hell until the power of gaming resurrected him. he was now glitchtrap because every version of him has to have -trap. he took over some gamer bros minds and then made them make murder bunny fursona ocs too because hes like seriously obsessed.

one of those followers, vanny, continued his work. she killed like 9 children, passing williams record and earning herself a gold star. she also tried restoring him to his former glory but now hes just a frail old man refereed to lovingly as peepaw willie. peepaw is currently being used as a chew toy for some amalgamation of animatronics that was burned by henry and michael. who knows what william will do next! i hope its me!

#ask #fazfuck entertainment

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haechanniesunflowers · 3 years

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Minho realizes he's in love

Minho and y/n loved teasing each other. It made their relationship fun and quirky. Being in a relationship requires patience, understanding and acceptance and that's what these two were working on.

Y/N got a new job in the outskirts of the city so she had to relocate to make it easier to get to work. She was stressed out but excited for the new opportunity. She got home that night, took a shower and took her phone out to send a text, telling her friends about the news.

She got congratulatory replies, easing her nerves. She had to start packing from tomorrow since she was supposed to join after a weeks so she had to shift before that. The events of the day had exhausted her so she had dinner and went to bed early.

In the morning, she was stressed about packing so she skipped breakfast and went straight to wrapping things in news paper and putting it in cartons. Around noon, she felt exhausted and hungry. Deciding to take a break, she went to the kitchen to fix herself something to eat. The door bell rang and she got up from her seat to see who it was. She peeked from the peephole to see Minho standing outside. Opening the door, she greeted him but he looked annoyed.

"why haven't you been answering your phone?" he asked.

"oh no I completely forgot about it. I was so overwhelmed with the moving process."

"you're moving?" he asked.

"yeah, I texted you last night about my new job, I have to move closer to the company for it."

"but that company is in the outskirts of the city. You're moving that far away?" he inquired.

"it's only an hour and a half away from here."

"only?" he tsked.

"really? I thought you would be happy for me Minho."

"I am... I just didn't think you'd move away from here." he rolled his eyes.

There was awkwardness in the air and y/n didn't like it.

"stay for lunch Minho... and help me pack maybe?"

"make me my favourite and I'll think about it." he replied.

The situation eased but y/n could feel Minho's unhappiness and how he had a blank expression but they still had lunch together. Later Minho helped her wrap things in newspaper so she could put them in cartons. He couldn't stop thinking about how y/n would move away and he wouldn't be able to meet her whenever he wanted. The thought bugged him even after he left.

Lying in his bed that night, he imagined living without her. He contemplated the long distance relationship and wondered if he could commit to it like that. He tossed and turned in his bed, feeling selfish for wanting her to stay. He wanted her to be successful and happy but also wanted himself to be at ease. He needed some time to think about it and process things so he distanced himself to come to terms with it.

On the other side, y/n's fear came true. When Minho came over four days before, she knew that he didn't like the sudden news of her moving away and that he would not want a long distance relationship. When Minho didn't contact her for four days, she felt her heart break. As much as she wanted the job and the opportunity, she didn't want to live a life without Minho. After dating for over a year, she had become used to him and was in love but didn't find the right opportunity to confess this. She texted him asking him to meet her before she left but Minho was keeping himself busy with making a new choreography so he didn't check his phone all day and couldn't attend her calls. Y/N curled into herself on the floor of her now empty apartment and sobbed quietly. She didn't want things to end like this.

Minho went home and threw his stuff on his bed, not even bothering to check his phone. He had a dull ache in his chest thinking about y/n. Standing in the water for some time he tried clearing his thoughts but couldn't get the pain to subside. He felt his chest tighten, the pangs of sadness lingering knowing he was consciously ignoring y/n to avoid the very feeling he was feeling. He got out, quickly dried his hair changed into sweatpants and a t shirt. Grabbing his car keys, he sprinted to his car only to see y/n's car parked a few slots away. He looked around to see where she was after he didn't see her inside her car. She didn't answer his call when he tried. He stood by her car and waited for her. After about 20 minutes he saw her walking towards her car, her head hung low and sadness evident in her form. Minho walked towards her and stofd in front of her, blocking her way. She looked up to see who it was, showing her red and puffy eyes. Minho's eyes shifted a little, knowing she had been crying because of him.

"y/n."

"is this how it ends? It's only a job Minho how could you treat me like this for something I actually wanted?" she asked, her voice laced with emotion.

"I know I acted like a jerk y/n, and I'm so sorry for hurting you. I don't hate that you got the job, I actually am very happy for you. I just couldn't come to terms with the fact that you're moving away... from me."

Y/N felt her cheeks burning; Minho had never expressed himself like that before. He moved closer to her so that their faces were a mere inches away.

"I'm in love with you." he confessed and stared directly into her wide eyes. Y/N was silent from the sudden and unexpected words. He smiled at her reaction.

"y/n... I'm going to kiss you now."

And with that he kissed her. They had kissed before but this one was different. It sent sparks in their bodies and made them feel butterflies. Y/N felt weak in her knees and leaned forward. Minho caught her and wrapped his arms around her back and waist, pulling her flush against his body. They moved apart for air and stared into each other's eyes.

Minho drove them to her new apartment, in her car, with some of her stuff. He held her hand during the car ride there. The radio played in the back while they enjoyed each other's company. When they got there, she asked him to come inside which he accepted. She gave him a tour of the apartment, showing him the photos of them she hung on her bedroom wall. They spent half an hour together there, then Minho took his leave. She went to see him off. As he waited for his cab, he made her promise that she would take good care of herself and call him if she ever needs to and not to care if I'd take him 90 minutes to reach her. She smiled and felt protected and cared for.

"Minho?"

"hmm"

"I wanted to say something earlier."

"what is it?"

"I'm in love with you too." she confessed with a sheepish smile.

Minho knelt a little and pecked her lips.

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l4verq · 3 years

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almost yours | s. r & b.b

pre-serum steve x reader, bucky x reader

in which you’re sure you’ll fall for bucky soon enough

warnings : angst, mentions of death, war, fights

fic : oneshot?

masterlist

|| gif by @go-fandom-imagines ||

“I can do this all day.”

You roll your eyes cause you know he can’t.

“No, he can’t.” You trudge in between the filth, your peep-toe heels doing little to help you walk.

On closer inspection, the man is clearly intoxicated. He has his hands squared up, body swaying slightly but firmly planted infront of Steve.

You know he’s already had a few punches in judging by the bruises on his knuckles and the cuts on Steve’s face.

Steve mutters a silent curse as he sees you walking up to them.

Why did you always have to see him in such a pathetic state like this?

You give a stern look at him like always and he can’t meet your eyes every damn time.

“Who are you?” The man slurs, the smell of alcohol almost suffocating you.

“His friend.” You lift your neck a little higher as you meet the man’s eyes, your heart beating out of your chest.

Friend. Of course, that’s what he is to you.

“Y/N.” Steve steps in between, shielding you from the man.

You’re about to give him a piece of your mind when you’re shoved back roughly, falling into a pile of trash.

“A broad should know better than to meddle in men’s business.” The man wags his finger before repeatedly hitting Steve who’s yelling at you to run.

You hastily unstrap your heels and fling it across with a smack against the man’s back.

But the punches don’t stop.

“Stop, you stupid geezer.” You scream, grabbing his hair and thrashing your arms around, hoping you get a solid punch in.

“Hey!” The man slips away from your grasp as Bucky grabs him and pulls him away from the both of you.

“Pick on somebody your size.” He snarls, ramming his arm into the man’s body, making him double over in pain.

The man staggers off and Bucky turns to face the both of you, anger evident in his eyes.

“I don’t want to hear it.” He objects as soon as you open your mouth.

“Steve, you good?”

“I’ll live.”

You two share a sheepish smile as Bucky helps him up.

“Okay, just so you know, this thing you guys have with getting beat up in alleys is stupid and moronic.” Bucky huffs, hands on his hips, foot tapping the ground impatiently.

“I was just trying to help Steve.”

“I didn’t need any help.”

“Says the guy who’s just had his ass handed to him.”

“Okay, funtime’s over. You have an aptitude test today, we can’t be late.” Bucky intervenes, retrieving your heel.

“Go to the hospital!” You shriek as Steve limps his way out.

He never stayed. He never could.

Because he didn’t like his thoughts when he’d see you and Bucky together.

Bucky sighs, kneeling on the ground, with your heel in hand.

He glances at you for approval before strapping on your heel for you.

“Thank you.” You mumble, a dull ache spreading throughout your elbows as the adrenaline subsides.

“Are you hurt anywhere?” He asks, concern in his eyes.

This is when you hate yourself the most. Disgusted with yourself because you can’t bring yourself to accept the unconditional love that he has for you. Disgusted that you keep telling yourself you’ll fall for him soon enough.

“I’m fine.” You lie, something fairly common to you.

“Still mad?” Steve sits next to you, hands shoved in his jacket.

You notice he did go to the hospital, judging by the white bandage on his hand peeking out.

“Maybe.”

He smiles but it quickly turns into a grimace, the cuts on his lips still healing.

“Heard you got in.” You continue, transfixed on his blue eyes.

“Had to see the look on your father’s face. Priceless.”

The two of you burst out laughing, his face contorted in a mix of pain and laughter making you laugh even more.

Your father, Colonel Chester Philips had made it clear on several occasions that Steve would never make it in the army despite your best attempts to convince him otherwise.

“Don’t forget about me when you get all buffed up and go off fighting scary men.” You joke, half serious.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

There it starts again. The stupid fluttering in your heart as you dare to think his gaze at you right now means anything more. And the guilt that floods in right after.

“You two take care of each other.” You both look over at Bucky waving at you from the registration office.

Childhood friends, you’d never known life without the two of them. And now both of them were leaving to possibly never return.

“We’ll be back before you know it.” He gives a soft smile because he knows how much you hate that he’s going too. How much you hate the war. How much you hate that your father’s never home.

He’d made up his mind about this years ago when he realised an asthmatic 90 pound man wasn’t exactly the ladies’ man but the butt of the joke and an easy prey for bullies.

And he didn’t like bullies.

But right now, the way you’re looking at him, his heart wavers a little.

“We are all set to go. You have been assigned to Camp Lehigh.” Bucky arrives, waving a form at Steve.

Your heart drops as it sinks in that they have to leave now. Tears spring to your eyes which you try to blink away.

“I’ll write you whenever I can.” Steve gets up, eyes glossy.

“You’d better.” You smile at him, an uncomfortable ache growing in your heart.

You almost give in to embracing him but the rock on your left hand weighs you down.

He lingers around for a while, perhaps thinking the same. But, he gives a smile, walking away towards the office.

“He’ll be okay,” Bucky reassures you, placing his hands on your shoulders, “Steve’s a tough cookie.”

You look up at your fiance, a lump forming in your throat.

“I’m going to miss you two.” You bite down on your quivering lip as a single tear trickles down your cheek.

God, were you beautiful, he thinks, gently wiping your tears away.

He hated leaving you, each time hurting quite possibly even more than the previous.

If you’d just ask him to stay, he’d leave everything right then and there all for you.

But you never do.

He leans in and you think he doesn’t catch the slight clench of your jaw but he does, everytime.

Each time, he rationalises it in his head, chiding himself for overanalysing.

Cause it’d hurt to think otherwise.

A ghost of a kiss on your forehead you barely feel as you force yourself to swallow the growing lump.

The mornings were tolerable.

A few chores here and there. Breakfast if you felt like it. Maybe drop by the salon, have a little chat with the girls.

You kept busy, finding faults in your own cleaning everytime. A spot you definitely missed while cleaning yesterday, you immediately attend to it, scrubbing away.

Sometimes, your father stopped by during the late afternoons, carrying a bag of fresh produce from the local market.

He’d little to say about Steve’s training, gruffly humming whenever you enquired.

Then, you’d have dinner with him, pretending that it wasn’t awkward having an empty seat across you that once belonged to your mother.

The last time you saw your father smile was during your engagement to Bucky. He’d pulled you in a tight embrace, wordless.

It wasn’t like this before.

He actually stayed home, smiled often and had a spark in his eyes.

But after your mother passed, it felt like he was just going through the motions everyday. Buried himself in more work, drowned himself in alcohol somedays.

You couldn’t blame him. You were no better, bottling up your own feelings.

But you wished he’d remember he still had you.

The nights were unbearable.

More often than not, you’d wake up in a cold sweat, heart still racing from the nightmares that plagued your mind.

Then, the worries’d take over.

The war was unforgiving and cruel and you’d pray every night that they wouldn’t fall victim to it.

The shiny rock on your hand catches your eye as it glistens in the moonlight. It’s a thin, silver band with a delicate diamond on top.

You felt like an impostor wearing it.

But, you’d gotten used to it. You’d just remember your mother’s wish, the way Bucky’s face broke out into a smile when you said yes and your father’s brief moment of happiness.

It didn’t help when you remembered Steve.

You don’t really know what you were expecting when you gave him the news. Maybe, you wanted to see if he’d be affected by it? If he felt the same way for you as you did him?

“I’m happy for you two.”

He had the biggest smile on his face as he tugged around with Bucky, teasing him.

But his eyes. You could swear you saw a flicker of sadness in them for just a split second or maybe you were just delusional, projecting your own feelings.

Most probably, the latter.

You pull the neatly folded up letter from your drawer, opening it for the umpeethn time.

Skimming over the scrawlings, your eyes land at the very end where Steve promises to return in the next few days.

You’d received the letter three weeks ago.

Your father’d informed you that Steve’d agreed to an experiment, where he’d be injected with a serum that would apparently make him a super soldier of some sorts.

“Is it safe?”

The grim silence that followed twisted your insides up into knots.

“We don’t know.” Your father grunted, the greying on his hair more prominent.

The following week he came bearing news of Steve’s successful transformation. That he’d grown two feet taller and more than a hundred pounds heavier.

You muttered a silent thank you to God as the coil in your stomach loosened.

“Do you want to see them?” Your father looks up at you from the table, eyes not leaving his newspaper.

He couldn’t bring himself to meet your eyes. Not after he’d failed as a father. He’d done a lot wrong but the worst was dissappointing you each time you welcomed him back with a warm meal and forgiving eyes.

You nod, a small smile breaking out at the thought of them.

One of the few privileges that came with being the daughter of a Colonel was to be able to go to the Army base closed off to everyday people.

That evening, Bucky arrived, daisies in hand cause he knows how much you like them.

“For my daisy.” He’d say everytime, a grin plastered on his face as you’d roll your eyes, unable to hold back a smile.

You carefully place the letter back into your drawer and crawl under your blanket, hoping to cram in some sleep.

Travelling to Camp Lehigh would take the entire day on a train and you could never really fall asleep anywhere but your own bed.

Envy.

The green eyed monster that doesn’t seem to leave your shoulders as your gaze flickers over to them.

A total of atleast six different women have made their rounds, tossing their hair and giggling when he leans in to say something in their ears cause the music’s a little too loud.

But who could blame them?

Steve stood tall at an impressive 6.1 feet, a far cry from the 5.4 he used to be. Though clothed, anyone could see the mass of muscles bulging out, the suit straining whenever he raised his arm.

The first time you saw him, you were speechless.

Bucky had emphasized on the drastic change in Steve’s appearance but you were still taken aback, mouth gaping like a fish out of water.

Everything about him was so different yet his eyes still had that twinkle to them that you always swooned over.

You down your fourth shot in a row, throat burning.

Did she really have to feel his shield and kn-

“Dance with me?” Bucky gives a coy smile, eyebrow quirked up.

Taking his extended hand, he chuckles as you wobble sightly while getting up.

“Someone had a lot to drink.” He comments, guiding you to the dance floor.

A hand slightly above your waist, the other holding your own, Bucky was always a great dancer.

You always let him take the lead as he swayed you back and forth, always managing to expertly avoid stepping on your dress.

You start to regret the alcohol, your head spinning a little.

He seems to notice and lulls down to a gentle pace, holding you tight. You lean into his chest, breathing in the sweet musk that’s just so, Bucky.

He calls your name, barely above a whisper, which you probably wouldn’t have heard if you weren’t so close to him.

You hum in reply, head now leaning on his shoulder.

“Remember that time you got mad at me,”

“and you came crying to me, begging for forgiveness.” You finish his sentence, chuckling.

A throaty laugh rumbles from his chest as well.

“And we promised that we’d never lie to each other anymore.”

You lift your head, to see a soft smile playing on his lips.

“It’s time you kept that promise.” His eyes trails over to Steve.

The low tune that crooned on fades out as a ringing in your ears take over. You could only stare at him, paralysed.

It takes him everything he has in him to stay composed. But he has to do this.

“Tell him, before it’s too late.” He whispers, an urgency in his voice.

You shake your head, tears threatening to spill any moment.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to worry about me.” He reassures you, taking your hands in his.

Shuffling bodies bump into you as you look away, incapable of holding his stare.

If only you’d known it would be the last time you saw him.

It’s the last thing he wants to do.

But he tells you anyway that he has to leave. That he needs to go.

Ever since Bucky fell to his death, Steve knew nothing but revenge. All he could really think about was taking down Hydra.

When you found out about Bucky, you’d done the same thing you always did.

Bottle your grief, pushing it down and down and keep busy.

Steve knew this too so he was patient, never poked around too much, lent a shoulder to cry on.

He often blamed himself, the event still haunting him at night, his own mind locking him in an endless tunnel.

But you’d always be there, at the end of it, a dim light that led him out.

“Just don’t die on me.” You whisper, hand grasping onto his jacket as he turned to leave.

This time, you don’t think twice before embracing him.

You want to keep him right there, safe with you.

And he probably would stay if you asked enough but you know he has to do this.

You just wanted to be selfish for once.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He wraps his hands around your waist, allowing himself to bask in your arms for a while.

As he pulls away, his face is so close that you can see the golden flecks splattered throughout his blue eyes, forming a psychedelic pattern that seemed to only hypnotise you.

He leans in before stopping himself, eyes flickering down to your slightly parted lips.

You can’t help but stare at his too.

But, the both of you awkwardly pull away, perhaps both appalled by their own selfish thoughts.

He couldn’t do this to his bestfriend ; you’d always be Bucky’s, not his.

As he leaves with the soldiers, the coil in your stomach tightens even more, heart sinking when he fades out of view.

You immediately station yourself at the air traffic controller office, where you man a radio transceiver.

It’s a large room filled with machines and a screen that displays the plane that he took.

It’s a long, long while before the transceiver crackles, a familiar voice blaring off it.

“Steve?” You grab it, almost jumping out of your seat.

The screen shows the plane heading north, further beyond the grid.

You think he called your name too but it’s barely audible.

Then, you hear it.

The whistling of the wind. The rattling of the controls.

The screen blares a warning when the plane doesn’t seem to stop going down.

“Steve, get out of there now!” You beg as it sinks in that he doesn’t plan to.

“Y/N, I’m sorry.” His voice breaks.

“No, come back to me, please.” The room grows smaller and smaller as the air suffocates you.

A distorted reply arrives.

Your heart breaks at the thought of him all alone in that plane, headed for his death.

“I never really said thank you for all the times you beat up my bullies.”

You smile, swallowing the lump in your throat.

A surge of courage runs through your body as you say the words you’ve wanted to say to him ever since you discovered what love even was.

“Steve, I love you.”

But the line goes dead.

a/n : idk wtf this is, it was better in my head lol, might fk around and make this into a mini series😬 also tfatws🤑😈

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