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bsaka7 · 2 years

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for the ask game!! (as always feel free to do/change whatever u like w this prompt haha)

pairing: pierre/charles

au: time travel

lyrics: i'm now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy / oh, oh no, oh no! - are you satisfied by MARINA

im a family jewels lover first and an f1 blogger second. thank u for this and sorry it took me a hot second!! i went into a writing trance for 2 days and then emerged and have proceeded to do nothing but play minecraft...anyway this isn't a COMPLETE match to the lyrics but i DID listen to the song the whole time so hopefully this ticks some sort of box! under the cut!

Charles falls asleep sometime after seven AM the day after he wins the World Driver's Championship. When he wakes up, he's not in his bed. He's on some uncomfortable couch, and when he looks up, everything around him is Red Bull themed. He wonders if this is a prank. How much did he drink last night?

He remembers lifting the trophy high over his head and hugging Mattia and being congratulated by Lewis and Daniel and Carlos (perhaps fallaciously) and Pierre and so on and so forth. He remembers doing shots with his brothers and after that it gets a little bit blurry but he's fairly certain he didn't do something stupid enough like fly to Milton Keynes, sneak in, and fall asleep. And if he did do that, he would definitely have brought both his trophy and the team's trophy with him. Just to rub it in.

He swings his feet over the couch and sits up. He hears voices coming from the next room over, some French and accented English.

Someone is asking: Who are you?

A familiar voice responds: I'm Pierre Gasly.

Charles recognizes his voice as soon as he says his name. He remembers talking to Pierre about this, on one of their last true vacations before Pierre got called up to Toro Rosso and Charles went on to win Formula Two. Pierre sounds young. Charles knows this conversation happened at the beginning. When belief wasn't yet resignation.

The first voice, a woman asks: What are your goals?

Charles has heard the answer a million times. He has said the words himself: To be a Formula One driver and to be a Formula One world champion.

To believe you are going to win means you have to believe you are the best. Charles has worked hard to mold himself into a champion. Pierre has had worse luck. A team that didn't support him, a demotion and a stagnation.

Charles knew the last question the woman would ask: What are you going to do to achieve these goals?

Pierre's answer is the same as Charles' but with a certain determination, borne of a different kind of steel: Anything it takes.

Charles sits and waits and eventually Pierre stumbles into the room with him.

"Charles?" he asks, confused.

"Pierre," Charles says, frankly, equally as confused.

"Did you hear everything that went on in there?"

"Not really," Charles says, truthfully. He had nodded back off. "Just that you're going to win a WDC." He smiles. He wonders why Pierre doesn't notice he's different. It breaks his heart to see Pierre like this, young and freckled. A child, still.

Pierre looks down at his feet. "I don't know that I can actually do it," he confesses, quietly. "But I want to, so badly. What happens if I don't?"

Charles hugs him and then listens, the day after his first World Championship, to Pierre's dreams.

Charles wakes up again, sometime in the future. This time, he's outside and it's raining and the park bench has left his jeans dirty. He sits up, out of instinct. This is really the freakiest dream Charles has ever had.

The rain is cold, dripping down the back of his neck. He stands up to go see if he can find a place to shelter. It seems like it's barely dawn. Apparently time runs funny in these dreams. There's a figure hurrying down the street, tucked under a black umbrella. He's wearing blue and red. Charles wonders why his dreams have decided to torment him with the motifs of Red Bull.

The man gets closer. "Pierre!" Charles calls out, before he can stop himself.

"Charles?" Pierre says, stopping in front of him. Charles pauses. Something is wrong. Pierre's eyes are rimmed with red and he's slightly unsteady on his feet. He's wearing the garb of Toro Rosso. He's too young. He's the same amount of miserable.

Pierre doesn't seem to realize anything is different. He rushes into Charles' arms, wrapping him up in a hug. The umbrella bumps against Charles' head and sends more water down his back.

"I thought this would be it," Pierre says. "This was the dream, and here I am."

"You're drunk," Charles says, softly. Pierre is really drunk. He can smell the reek of

"All I want to do is win," Pierre says, his voice hiccuping.

"I know," Charles says, his hands tight on Pierre's back, rubbing small circles.

"When will I win?" Pierre asks, stepping back slightly and fisting his hands in Charles shirt. Charles holds on to his arms, as if they're a lifeline for them both. "I'm never going to win. I've sacrificed my whole life, look at me."

"You will," Charles says, confident with the time of ages. It hurts him to see his best friend hurting. He's watched Pierre win.

Pierre shakes his head. "You don't understand."

Charles thinks of his trophy, held aloft. He holds Pierre to his chest. He thinks of his assertion that he would do anything it takes to win. He'd ruin himself. They both would. For one of them it counts.

"I know."

Charles opens his eyes, the third time, and he's dizzy. He's in someone's arms. For a moment, he thinks he's still on the street with Pierre, demoted and drunk, but it's not raining and he's inside, music pumping around them.

He steps back. The hug had already gone on too long. He looks up and it's Pierre. He's older this time, rather than younger. Time hasn't treated him kindly but he still looks like Charles' best friend. The love of his life, maybe, glittering under the club lighting.

"Sorry," Pierre says. He's drunk again. "You're the first one I've told. I can't -- after the year without the drive. Even with the wins this season. I can't do it anymore. I can't keep pretending I'm happy in the midfield." He clutches at Charles, swaying slightly. Charles puts his hands on his hips as if they're dancing instead of talking. Breaking down.

"Okay," Charles says, because he doesn't know what to say. He doesn't know this Pierre, yet.

Pierre shakes his head. "Sorry," he says, "I shouldn't be so maudlin on the day you tied it up in the points. I can't help it." He grins, weakly. "I always want more."

Charles' puts his hand on Pierre's.

"Me too, Pierre," he says. "Me too."

Charles wakes up with his trophy to his chest and shakes his head.

The only thing he wants is to win again. He looks over, Pierre snoring on the other side of the bed after passing out at the end of the night. To win, and Pierre too, maybe.

No one every does get everything they want. And it's only the rest of their lives.

#the way i have been having SUCHHHHH CHARLES FEELINGS LATELY ITS SOFASDJFLKDJF #I LOOK AT HIS FACE im like. emotion. emotion.#ask game #ask #Also sorry this drf could be way longer but I was like tetrapod u get 35 min #And now I have to do stuff

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barsformars · 3 years

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Tricky

g - fluff, slighttttttt angst, suggestive

p - san x reader

w.c - 1.9k

t.w - san touching reader's naked body

c - san takes care of you when you get injured and are left all alone at home. the catch is? both of you obviously have feelings for each other but.....san

a.n - uusjsjjs this was requested through private message! im sorry it took so long lmao uh, this is just 1.9k of plotless words nothing will be solved by the end of the story so its almost like word vomit???

t.l - @closer-stars @jeongyunhoed @fairyofdusk

"It's not funny," you snarled at the pink haired boy who seemed to be overly amused at this situation in which both your arms were put in slings. You had slipped over a puddle of water, and that had sent you flying down the small flight of stairs right outside the taekwondo dojang, resulting in two dislocated shoulders. San pressed his lips firmly into a tight line to stop the corners of them from quirking up. On one hand, he does feel really bad, but if he said you didn't look ridiculously hilarious right now, he'd be lying. "I wonder who was on the verge of tears earlier on."

"That's because you were in so much pain I felt so bad for having asked you over for a sparring session!" San defended himself, a small pout forming as he did so. "At least the body and shin guards saved you from breaking your bones."

Once the elevator reached your floor, San pressed on the button to hold them open while keeping a close eye on you as you slowly exited. You've never noticed how much arm or shoulder action happens when you walk, until now.

It was only when you stepped through your front door and noticed your roommate's house slippers still sitting on the bottom of the shoe rack do you remember that they were out on a business trip. Being alone at home right now wasn't an option for you when you couldn't do anything by yourself, but your roommate wouldn't be back till next week. You didn't want to burden any of your other friends so late in the night, you had no choice but to rely on San.

But things...are always a little trickier with him.

"I can only stay for tonight," San sighed as he placed his phone down on the coffee table. You don't know if it was a sigh of relief or one of frustration; he had pleaded over the phone for ten minutes. "But my manager said that they can send someone over to help you out for the next few days."

"It's alright, I'll ask Jimin for help tomorrow. If they aren't available, I'll let you know, yea?" San nods, though rather reluctantly. He trusts that you'll be able to take care of yourself, except physically for now at least.

San holds you by the waist to support you as you got up from the couch, keeping an arm wrapped around it as he brought you to the bathroom. "Please tell me you have a bathtub."

"I insisted on having one, glad it's finally of actual use."

"Oh yeah."

As you soaked in the warm bath that San had ran for you, you couldn't help but think of everything that has been happening between the two of you. The lingering touches, the jokes with double meanings, the way he gazes at you so softly, and the sudden tension that fills up the atmosphere following all those. San hasn't put a title over what this relationship was, and you've been too afraid to take the lead even though you knew that friends don't act like that towards one another. You didn't want to pressure him, he already has a lot on his plate. But he ought to give you an answer soon if he's about to see you in your most vulnerable state, right?

There comes another knock on the door, the tenth one in the whole duration of your bath. "I was being serious when I said don't try to act tough and do everything alone." The knocking continued on non-stop until you replied.

"You're an impatient one, aren't you?" You joked. "I'm done, I need help getting out."

"Not impatient, just worried." You hear his back leave the door for a moment as he stood up from the floor. And as politely as he could be while intruding into your private space, San pushed open the toilet door gently and stepped in after informing you first. You couldn't stop the giggle from escaping your throat when you took sight of him, his eyes shut close in consideration that you might not want him seeing you naked.

"Oh, you're laughing? At me?" San asked in disbelief as he pulled his arms that were searching for the wall back and rested his hands on his hips, a playful smile growing on his face. "Why are you laughing?"

"Because you're cute," you cooed, much to his dismay.

"I'm not cute!" San argued, his eyes now open and glaring at you, still rather adorably. But before you could tease him any further, San practically stomped his way to the bathtub, leaning down to your eye level as his arms gripped onto the sides. "Don't mistake my manners for cuteness, I'm not." He said, almost with a growl, as he reached into the water and wrapped his strong arms around your torso, pulling you up so that you could stand. Taking pride in the way your eyes widened in surprise, San couldn't help but smirk before giving you a quick peck on your forehead. "You're cute."

Once he got you out of the bathtub, San tried his best to not look at your body as he dried you up with a towel while you stood there blankly, still at a complete loss for words. "You're so rude," you told San after finally able to process whatever just happened a minute ago. The boy merely raised his eyebrows, his lips pursed. "Taking advantage of my injuries to show off your strength when you know how I feel about it."

"Well, you're not stupid, you know how I feel about you. It's only normal I act cool a little," San replied nonchalantly but you could tell that he was too afraid to look you in the eye. "Come on, let's go get you dressed."

"Also, just thought that you should know...." San paused for a moment to make sure that you dried your feet properly on the mat before continuing. "I almost patted your bare ass earlier on." You can't even blame him. With how touchy he and his members are, you aren't even surprised that touching people's butt has become their second nature. But even then, he really didn't have to tell you.

"TMI dude."

San had been watching YouTube tutorials on how to put on shirts with a dislocated shoulder while waiting for you to wash up earlier on. You wouldn't have known either if he wasn't showing off all the knowledge that he had learnt less than half an hour ago by trying to convince you quite passionately, and with demonstrations, about why a dress shirt would be much easier to put on than a t-shirt, especially in your case.

"I will. I will wear dress shirts until my shoulders recover," you sighed heavily in defeat. "But just for tonight, can you help me with a t-shirt? I want to sleep comfortably even if it's just for tonight."

This time it was San's turn to sigh as he reached out to pinch your cheek. "I already told you that it will hurt."

"Make it not hurt then." You shook your head so that he would let go.

"Just sleep naked then," San mumbled under his breath but loud enough for you to hear, causing you to scowl at the boy. He catches your expression and sticks his tongue out at you. "Am I wrong?"

"T-shirt," you stated firmly, refusing to comply even when you knew San only had the best intentions for you in mind. You already don't think you could sleep with two injured shoulders, much less with your crush staying the night with you, and definitely even much lesser with an uncomfortable sleeping outfit. "Or I'll bite you." Those words becoming a reality became much more probable when his dimples makes an appearance once again, resembling the dent on a mochi when you press into it with a finger.

"I don't think that's a wise idea right now, maybe next time-" he gave you a gentle boop on the top of your nose with his finger-"now, your majesty, may I help you put on your gold thread shirt made from silk of the finest quality on so that both me and you can be spared from getting ourselves into a tricky situation?" If you could throw a punch at San right now, you would, but all you could do right now was to sit on the bed quietly and accept the teasing. And also whatever San was about to do to help you put on the shirt.

You wonder if it's too late to change your choice of clothing after San kneels down behind you on the bed, his chest and toned abdomen almost plastered onto your back as he reached over your shoulders to grab your forearms. "I need you to put your arms a little closer together, we'll have to try to get both through the sleeves together," he explained clearly and waited for your nod before he moved your arms as cautiously as he could, his eyes studying every twitch of your facial expression to check for discomfort or pain. "Tell me if it hurts okay? Don't act tough, I keep telling you that but please, please don't act tough."

All you could manage was a soft "mhm", your throat feeling too tight for proper words to come out of your mouth. You wonder if San, like how you could feel the warmth of his hands and body, could feel the heat radiating off your cheeks too. "I'm going to pull both sleeves up now, it may hurt a little," San warned, one hand coming up to pat your head affectionately before he gripped onto the sleeves again. Even with how gentle he was being, a wince still manages to escape from you, putting a pause on San's actions as he tilt his head to look at you. "I'm sorry, it will be over soon." You nodded, fully trusting him.

Though there were still a couple more times your shoulders hurt before the sleeves were fully through, the little apology he makes every time that happens comforts you, and also, makes your heart beats embarrassingly fast. Getting your head through the hole was a much easier feat and it didn't take long before your shirt was on.

San got off your bed to fetch his backpack and for a moment you thought that he was going to pull out the painkillers that you were prescribed with but instead, he took out two boxes of shoulder brace. "When did you even get that?" You asked, amused and touched at the same time. The shoulder slings the hospital had put you in was terribly uncomfortable and while the brace may not be way better, it was still better than the sling.

"When you were getting your x-ray done," San replied with a proud smile.

"Aw, I would give you a pat on your head if I could."

Upon hearing that, San practically shoved his pink hair into your face as he bent down. "You can kiss me on my head."

"I will bite you."

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flooffybits · 4 years

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To Risk It All

Idol: Kim Taeyeon (Girls’ Generation)

Request: Yes

Anon: hi! you're one of my fave writers & i want to say that im absolutely in love w/ your works! can i request a taeyeon scenario wherein she tries her best not to let the public know abt their relationship because she doesn't want ppl hating on s/o that they can't even enjoy a simple date outside? s/o was fed w/ it so they got into an argument? tae eventually apologized & took it upon herself to reveal their relationship to the public? im sorry if this is very detailed btw :( i hope it's okay!

Author's note: theres no need to apologize! detail is actually really nice because it makes writing the story better

Years of being under the spotlight has given the idol a lot to learn. After being harassed from dating a junior, being bashed for a member being kicked out of their group, and losing a friend where she was forced to hide her own depression, she’s learned how privacy would always be intruded by many.

At first, she didn’t want to think too much into the relationship she had with you. You were someone she met at some cafe, as cliche as it sounded. She accidentally poured her drink all over your shirt and she ended up apologizing profusely and insisting to buy you a new shirt.

She found comfort in you for the little time you spoke when picking out a shirt. You knew who she was, yet you treated her like a regular person, something she’s been wishing for in a long while. When she realized that you were someone she could talk to, she asked for your number and if it was okay to meet again without the accident, and you happily agreed.

When she started to fall for you, her fear started coming back, too.

She had to be professional about it, but she also didn’t want to lose you. So she kept those feelings down and tried to be as normal as possible around you, though she couldn’t help it when butterflies would swarm inside her stomach whenever she saw you and how the world seemed brighter when you smiled or laughed

It put her at ease.

So one night, she thought that maybe it would be okay to just be herself around you and her feelings poured out of her like a waterfall. It would have been alright if you rejected her, that would have been much easier. But instead, you initiated the kiss right after she told you and all things came flying out the window.

You weren’t too bothered with having to keep the relationship a secret and she appreciated that. She could just enjoy her time with you in private.

But not all things last forever since two years after, Dispatch decided to come and ruin her life once more. There have been some pictures of the two of you, but your faces were always covered due to Taeyeon’s request. It kept you protected and even if people noticed her, they wouldn’t know who was with her.

“I know, Tae. I just wished we could do something else.” You sighed while you sat on the couch, fingers running through your hair whilst she crossed her arms, lips pursed together. “We can but... just not now. It’s too risky.” She says and you know because you’ve already heard this before.

The conversation has been reoccurring, much more now with Dispatch keeping a close eye on her.

It irritated you.

Yes, you knew that this was going to happen when you first started seeing each other. But you didn’t think that you would nearly be on house arrest just for it. It felt suffocating and restraining and it wasn’t healthy, to either of you.

“Then why don’t we just tell them. At least that way, we don’t have to keep hiding.” Her head whips to you, looking at you as if you had grown a second head. “Y/n, the reason I don’t want us going out is that they don’t find out.” She emphasizes and it doesn’t help your frustration.

“Then what are we supposed to do? Even coming here is risky for you because everyone knows you don’t live her. If people saw you, that’s it. And then what?” You finally snapped. “I can’t go out to see you, we can’t be seen together, then what’s the point?” Your words made her heart rate rise. It was scaring her because it sounded like there was only one way out of this, if she chose not to come clean.

“I’ve told you, I’m doing this to protect you.” She breathes out and you stare at her with a frown, doing your best to stay calm with the situation you were both in. “I don’t need you to protect me, Tae. I am more than capable of handling myself.” You tell her, voice lower compared to your outburst earlier.

“I don’t want them to start sending you hate or threats. I don’t want them to suddenly walk up to you and potentially hurt you. You mean too much to me for that to happen and I can’t forgive myself if something bad happened to you because of me.” Tears were threatening to come from her eyes, but she didn’t want to let them out. “If you do, then you would have enough faith in me and our relationship than the fear of what everyone else will say or do.” You reason, standing up and then walking towards the bedroom.

Taeyeon was left in the living room, staring quietly at the spot you once occupied and let out a deep breath. She had to run her fingers through her hair, doing her best to brush her exhaustion and anxiety away. This was one of the things she wanted to avoid, yet here she was.

Looking at the bedroom, she chewed on her lower lip before she shook her head and walked inside. With a quick look at you, back to her with the blankets pulled up to your chin, she slipped in behind you, doing the same and curling up under the covers.

The next day was a little calmer compared to last night. When Taeyeon woke, she saw that you were already awake and had breakfast prepared, though after a little panic of waking up alone in bed.

Sometime during the night, you both ended up tangled together, bodies close, without realizing. And when you woke up, that was the same position you were in. It made your chest tighten because as much as you wanted to keep this relationship going, it was too tiring for both of you.

"Good morning." Her voice was gentle, careful as she entered the dining room and sat down while you offered her a small smile. "Good morning." You greeted back while taking a sip of your coffee.

There was a pause and you both have to admit that this was one of the most awkward breakfasts you've ever had. Neither of you could look each other in the eyes, and neither knew what to actually say. But thankfully, her phone rang and stole her attention away, and judging by the grimace on her face, you could only guess who it was and what it was about.

“Go ahead. I’m going to work, soon.” You tell her, picking at your food since you didn’t really have the appetite to eat anything and Taeyeon bit her lip. “Y/n, I’m really sorry about last night but I will fix this. I promise.” She tells you, reaching for your hand to give it a squeeze and you try not to sigh and give her a weak smile. “Okay.”

Taeyeon left your place with hesitance. She drove all the way to SM, thinking about what could possibly happen and what she could do. She didn’t want to keep hurting you like this, it was unfair. And then your words from last night echoed in her head when she got to the parking lot.

Staring at the wheel, her hands went loose before dropping to her lap. She had to take a minute and actually think of this whole thing. If she kept hiding you away, these fights would only keep on escalating and the risk of losing you was slowly rising, too. But if she did come forward and told everyone, the possibility of them hurting you scared her beyond belief, but you convinced her that you were capable of protecting yourself and she knew firsthand that you could.

It was just a battle between her own fears and she wasn’t sure which side she would be taking. Glancing at her phone, she sees the picture she took of you when you were sound asleep next to her.

Looking at it now, she knew that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with you. It was just something she hasn’t told you yet.

At that moment, she grabbed her things and finally exited her car to go and get this meeting over with, her head held high as she steeled her resolve. She wasn’t losing you. That, she was certain of.

Coming home after a tiring day, you kicked your shoes off before dragging your body over to the bedroom, dropping your keys on the counter as you passed, but your hand stopped mid air when you saw Taeyeon sitting on a chair, wringing her hands together. When she finally looked up to meet your gaze, she gave you a smile before standing up.

“You’re back.” She breathed out and you blinked in confusion, slowly putting your hands on the table while she bit her lip and then carefully handed her phone to you, an article pulled up that was dated today, published just a few hours ago. “What’s this?” You ask hesitantly and she just gives you a pleading look.

You look down, immediately seeing the picture of your girlfriend but was quickly followed by the one you were both in and you already felt your breath hitch in. After a quick glance at her, you let yourself read the contents of the article, slowly feeling your muscles grow less tense when you saw that Taeyeon had confirmed the rumors of her seeing someone.

“You...” You choked out while putting her phone down and she let out a breath. “I thought about what you said and... you were right, that I shouldn’t let other people control how my life goes.” She looks at you, her eyes shining as she reaches for your hand like she did that morning.

Taeyeon has endured so much throughout her career, but all the hardship brought her to where she is now. It was what brought her to you and she believes that maybe this is what life planned out for her. With a steady gaze, she squeezes your hand. “I want to be with you. I want to live the rest of my life with you.”

Your eyes softened as you took in her form. Your girlfriend was truly an admirable person and you just wanted to take all that suffering away from her. But it also moved you how she was willing to tell people that she was dating again even after what happened before. But the last bit made you freeze while analyzing her features, trying to see a sense of doubt, but there was none.

She stared at you with nothing but certainty and love and it was enough for you as you pulled her into you and pressed a long kiss against her lips, one she happily accepted with her arms wrapping around your neck.

You would both be okay, even through the hate. She had always been afraid, but now she was more than willing to risk this career. Because unlike this, you gave her a sense of comfort and security.

She would be damned if she gave that happiness up.

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socialwriter · 4 years

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oMg hi bitch sorry im late for ur party,, can you make a topper blurb where the reader constantly pushes away her feelings for topper with her insults and sarcasm but then the pogues convince the r to confess to him and does this whole speech about love n shit (this is to get courtney converted into a topper hoe)

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srry this took so long i literally just did not know what to do w it lmao

“You know, I seriously don’t get why you can’t just tell him,” Kie states, lazily glancing over at you from where she’s sitting on the couch. “I mean, it’s clear to see that you both like each other and are miserable pushing your feelings aside.”

You huff, crossing your arms at your best friend’s words. “He’s a kook. I’m a pogue. That doesn’t mix. Besides, all the guys would be pissed if I started dating Topper Thornton of all people.”

Kiara sighs, scooching closer to you and placing her hand on your arm. “You know, they just want you to be happy. We all do. And I think they know that being with Topper might just do that for you.”

You run a nervous hand through your hair, shaking your head. “But-”

“No buts. Take what's yours, and get your man before it's too late.”

You bite your lip, contemplating Kie’s words before ultimately deciding to follow her advice, rushing out of the chateau and hopping on your bike. Of course, just your luck, while you’re on your way to Figure 8, it starts raining, but you keep going, knowing that it was now or never. By the time you reach the Thornton residence, you’re soaked, a shivering mess on top of your junker of a bike. You ride up the driveway to see Topper on his porch fetching some mail. When he sees you, his eyes widen comically, clearly not expecting to find you in such a state looking for him. “What the hell are you doing?” He questions, watching as you make your way up to him under cover.

“I had to see you.” You tell him, raising your voice slightly so that you could be heard over the rain.

“What, why would you need to see me?”

You take a deep breath to steel yourself, trying to find the courage in you to bite the bullet and confess. “What are we doing Topper?

“I don’t kn-”

“Yes you do. You know exactly what I’m talking about. Listen, I don’t know what love is supposed to feel like. I don’t know if it's something that I’m able to experience so young, but I think what I feel inside when I see you, I think that’s love. And it’s terrifying, cuz it is so new, and big, and all encompassing. So I try and I try to push it away, but it just keeps coming back stronger. I know you’re a kook, and you could get any rich girl that you wanted, but I see the way you look at me too. I see that spark in your eyes. And I’ll be damned if I waste another second trying to fight what I’ve known all this time. That I am in love with you Topper Thornton.”

You’re breathing heavily by the end of your speech, but you feel liberated having gotten all your emotions off of your chest. You can’t read the look on Topper’s face, but the fact that he hasn’t said anything makes you nervous. “Well, I just confessed my undying love for you and you’re just gonna leave me hanging like that?”

Before you know what's happening, Topper is taking quick strides towards you and smashes his lips into yours. You know it's cheesy, but sparks fly in that moment. You wrap your arms around him, trying to pull him impossibly closer until the need for air eventually becomes too much for the both of you.

“I’m not good with words but..I hope that kiss told you everything you need to know.”

“Yea, I think it did.”

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marvels-writings · 4 years

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Livewire (4)

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Part 3

Request: Hey:) I absolutely love this blog. Your imagines are entertaining to read. Can I request a Carol x R? Endgame/post endgame (hate/love) scenario: Everyone is trying to deal w/ their grief, Carol always seems to target R when lashing out/or acting cocky/arrogant. R remains infuriatingly calm & ignores her or responds in genuinely friendly manner but says things that fluster/get under Carol's skin. After they win, Carol eventually realizes that while R drives her crazy, she is crazy about her ;)

Extra: Hey! regarding the Carol x R request in which Carol lashes out at the R a lot during Endgame events, just want to add: R-when being yelled/screamed at responds in a polite/friendly manner, their response either leaves others speechless/makes them want to scream in rage/frustration, not because their response was insulting, but because it was said in that calm friendly manner= basically this person does not feel provoked/threatened in the slightest by the other person's anger or rage lol.

A/N: I really wanted to write this, so I wrote it

“CAROL!” You screamed, jumping forward to catch Carol, laying her softly on the ground in front of you.

The knife had gone completely through her, you could see blood seeping out from the wound and onto her suit, you started panicking, you couldn’t let Carol die, not here, not now. Not after everything the two of you have been through, together.

“Stay still.” You instructed, voice wavering as you put pressure on the wound, aware of the entire team struggling to hold down Thanos behind you.

“Y/n, go help them.” Carol groaned, her voice strained with the effort to speak as a result of the pain in her side.

“No, I’m staying by your side.” You answered shakily, before demanding for medical assistance on the comms, Rhodey said he would be over soon after seeing what had happened, he was the person you’d gotten along best with on Earth.

“Y/n, go help them.” Rhodey said, landing beside you and putting pressure on the wound using his suit, you glanced over your shoulder and winced, they were barely keeping Thanos from the stones.

“No.” You stated, swatting Rhodey’s hands away when you heard Carol groan in pain and putting pressure by yourself.

“Y/n, go help them, I’ll be here.” Carol said, trying her best to sound reassuring as she propped herself up slightly.

You could see the desperation in her features, even through the dirt all over her face her eyes were as sharp as ever. You saw the reflection of the fight in her eyes and winced.

“But,” You began, Rhodey took your hands away from the wound and started tending to it better than you could.

“Go, now.” Carol commanded, reaching for your hand and squeezing it, looking you in the eye and giving you a soft smile.

You clenched your jaw angrily and flew off, your entire body glowing red and gold while you flew to Thanos. You instantly pulled him into a headlock and dragged him on the ground using your body weight, burning the back of his neck with the heat from your body.

Carol knew you couldn’t keep this up for longer and she tried to get up, Rhodey pushed her back down and instantly took the knife out to cauterize it. Carol screamed as pain surged through her, the smell of burning flesh filling the air around her as she bent over in pain.

The sight broke your heart, you heated up your hand and used all your strength to keep Thanos from doing anything, succeeding so far. Tony ran to you to help you, pulling at the gauntlet to get it off, it didn’t seem to be working.

You looked around for Carol and saw her still doubled over in pain, trying to steady her breathing, you knew you were the cause of this, maybe if you’d just noticed the knife a second sooner and blasted it she wouldn’t be in this much pain because of you.

Thanos grabbed you by the back of your suit and threw you as hard as he could at Rhodey, the metal of his suit hitting your body harder than you could ever imagine, a large crack came from your ribs combined with pain.

“Y/n, you broke a rib, stay down.” Rhodey commanded, getting up instantly, you ignored him and lashed back at thanos, flying head first and knocking him down, you practically sat on top of his chest, using your fire powers to pummel yourself into the ground while punching his face as hard as you could, the heat from your hands burning his face.

He used the power stone on your broken rib to throw you to the side, your head hit the side of some rock hard, almost knocking you unconscious. The adrenaline just barely keeps you running as you sit back up, forcing air into your lungs and your eyes to stay open while wiping the dirt from your eyes, trying to convince your body to get back up.

“I am, Inevitable.” Thanos stated, lifting up his hand to snap but Tony got to him, trying to take the gauntlet off. Carol blasted his face to distract him, thinking Tony was trying to get the gauntlet off.

You got up weakly, using the last of your power to blast his hand from hitting Carol and leaning back against the spaceship, the adrenaline starting to wear off.

“And I am,” Tony said, lifting up his hand to show all of the infinity stones on his hand, blood dripping down onto his face.

“Iron man.”

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Maybe it’s true, legends never really die. Tony was going to be remembered as long as humanity still existed. Maybe he didn’t really die.

You sighed and got up off the bench in front of Tony’s house, watching Pepper lead out Morgan while holding her hand and smile at everyone. You smiled back weakly at her, the rib still throbbing despite the cast.

Carol stood next to you, hand sliding into yours as she stood almost stoically while watching the memorial, you glanced over at her to see her face unreadable. You sighed and watched the rest of the memorial in silence, missing Tony more than anything.

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“So what now?” You asked Carol while sitting on the compound couch.

You’d just finished catching up with everyone, Natasha was gone, Tony and Steve were gone, there were almost no Avengers left, you didn’t know what to do without your family.

“Now? I actually don’t know.” Carol answered, getting off the couch to get some water, you followed her, wincing at your wound.

“You shouldn’t be walking.” Carol chastised, about to lead you back to the couch when you practically swatted her hand away, she frowned lightly at you.

“Dance with me?” You asked, reaching for your phone and switching on your and Carol’s favorite song.

Carol knew how bad your rib was hurting, but she couldn’t say no to your soft smile and your hand reaching out to her. She sighed and took your hand, wrapping both hands gingerly around your waist, terrified to hurt you.

You smiled at her and wrapped your arms around her neck, looking up at her hazel eyes with a soft smile. The two of you swayed while looking at each other, the music being the only sound in the room.

“I love you.” You blurted, eyes widening slightly as anxiety rose in your chest, but Carol just chuckled softly and smiled at you.

“I love you too.” Carol answered, meaning every word as she leaned in and pecked your lips, you pulled her in and kissed her softly, all the emotions from the ship coming back.

All of the nights awake thinking about her, all the pining, all the fights and desperation, the kiss had every emotion you felt for her, she returned it tenfold, her touch felt like a livewire on your skin as she reached up to run her hands through your hair.

She pulled away, completely out of breath and leaned her forehead against yours, loving the feeling of your hands stroking her neck.

“Won’t you be my livewire?

Make me feel like I’m set on fire.” Carol sang to you softly, you could feel her breath on your lips and smiled at the lyrics before pulling away to look at her properly.

“I’ll be your livewire.” You whispered, dancing with Carol, smiling the entire time.

A/N: I CRIED, im sorry but excuse me being a sobbing MESS over here, god, tell me if i got a reaction from people except for me.

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floramodus-archive · 7 years

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==> Flora: Confess

floramodus raddddia i know im like

floramodus half hammered and the past 24 hours hasnt helped me much as a mentally stable individual but you know what? fuck it man i love you and not in a friend way though you are! one of my closest friends i just i love you alot romantically youre a hellfire in the arctic and i love you

tlmetravel im sure you think you do, sweets its the alcohol im not angry at you for relapsing, as a side reminder for later need help sobering up?

floramodus i need help for you to take me serious for once.

tlmetravel i am

tlmetravel im very serious about you needing to sober up

floramodus im already half sober because dean hasnt let me have anymore since he got home the point is: im not saying anything because im drunk. im not clinging to you because im drunk. i just had to watch my fiancee die, again, in full detail. im not saying these things out of of my ass, aradia, i love you.

tlmetravel you had to see that? on valentines day?

floramodus i made a choice to find the answer and i did, timing aside.

tlmetravel im proud of you for it im also sorry you had to see it oh, my poor girl, how you must feel happiness absent so strongly

floramodus ///I HATE HER MOIRA

tlmetravel //:)c

floramodus your avoiding the main topic and at this point i want dean to leave so i can go get moonshine because whats the point aradia. whats the point in dancing around it instead of telling me cold turkey? what do you gain from seeing me falter

tlmetravel im not trying to dance around it so much as give you the opportunity to take it back once youre more clear headed

floramodus thats almost painfully hilarous?

tlmetravel why is that?

floramodus because once again you arent taking me serious and i knew it would be this way for months. i knew sober or drunk youd find a way to make me regret speaking

tlmetravel im sorry if i have im just not sure what you want me to say

floramodus is it worth pursueing or am i barking up the wrong tree?

tlmetravel you have such a penchant for making yourself unhappy youve already dealt with enough serious, life altering topics think you might want to give it a rest before tackling this one give yourself a break

floramodus love in general? or love with you?

tlmetravel love in general is life altering

floramodus guess what! cock a doodle do my life is altered always! thats how we exist! thats how we keep sane! if you want to say no thanks than do it aradia ive been through worse.

tlmetravel you have thats why im not letting you have this discussion right now or make it into something trivial this is a battle for another day go to bed, flo

floramodus im not sleeping till you give me an answer i can sleep with

tlmetravel you are so endlessly cruel to yourself

floramodus i can sit on this couch all night and all day and die again and gain radia.

tlmetravel you do realize youre just proving my point

floramodus i dont care ///i typed that so loud every dog in my moms house just went off

tlmetravel regardless, im not what youve mistaken me for, flo im just happy and i think you just want to be happy too you have the right to be, at any rate //fck

floramodus just say it ///FUCK THEI R SCREAMING AND I PRESSED ENTER BUT ANYWAY

tlmetravel are you really so deluded as to think that just because /you/ dont care, the rest of us get a free pass as well? that well turn a blind eye to your safety breaches just because you throw a tantrum? you have /got/ to stop doing this to yourself you have /got/ to stop treating your life and everything in it with this kind of dangerous levity so no! you arent getting an answer! youre not getting anything until you tuck yourself in and let yourself /rest/ before taking on any more

floramodus ///I THOUGHT THat said fuck

tlmetravel //let dolly say fyck

floramodus well i guess this couch will be cozy while i sit here awake for as long as it takes

tlmetravel you will Not use your well-being as emotional blackmail not against me dave might let you and the rest of your friends might but you dont get to press on my moral values because /i have none/ and you will sit, and you will rot, and it will be for nothing at all

floramodus ///tfw aradia even makes me, the mun, feel like a piece of shit i love her

tlmetravel until you realize its pointless and let yourself out of this cage youve built out of whatever survivors guilt you brought back with you

tlmetravel //shes amoral and ppl forget and I love

floramodus you may have no moral values but ill tell you what i have thats less than that? the fucks i give about my place in the universe. i spent 7 years of my life questioning my existence to lose that existence and you know? i dont fucking care anymore. my life is mine to burn ///i like how u posted that and i sent the same screenshot 2 seconds earlier to joseph cause im living

tlmetravel //do u know how. pissed shed be at dave if she knew he let her go through w those amputation experiments? not v much bc shes incapable of being angry at him but shed Want to be and I,

floramodus ///asdfghjk

tlmetravel you dont get to play with fire just because you dont know what to do with yourself. you dont get to use your own life as a punching bag for your whims you dont get to keep expecting for these bridges to go up in flames when so many of us love you you dont get to look at love and call us stupid

floramodus i never even said any of you were stupid

tlmetravel then why do you keep treating us like we are

tlmetravel like well let this slide if youre loud enough

floramodus im not treating you guys anymore than the best i can ! its not my fault you take my life so personal! what do expect of me? to sit in a goddamn corner and suckle vitamins for the rest of my immortal days?

tlmetravel youre our /friend/! itll always be personal for us

tlmetravel wed destroy anyone who hurt you but, to our great despair, the only one keen on hurting you is /you/

floramodus im not hurting myself im doing what nature and common sense dictate

tlmetravel oh thats rich no, you are purposely doing what hurts you the most out of whatever misguided sense of survivors guilt but guess what none of it will make you feel better and it sure as Hell doesnt make us feel good

floramodus guess fucking what! the clouds told me bec lives! im doing something right with my life! even if i have to cleave my goddamn skull in!!! two!!!

tlmetravel youre making accomplices out of innocent people by not letting them help

floramodus you arent scientists. you arent magicians.

tlmetravel you are actively tying their hands behind their back because they love you too much to tell you any of this i dont care, flora and i dont pretend to and i wont pretend to just the same as you so blatantly dont care about /my/ good friend, i dont care about yours i dont give a flying fuck if your dog lives

tlmetravel non gratum anus rodentum it only matters to us because it matters to you

floramodus ///the acid fucking crashed my laptop

tlmetravel and your high-brow, dr frankenstein, 'oh im a scientist you wouldnt understand' act is not pulling the wool over anyones eyes youre self destructive bec just gives you an excuse to con us out of doing anything about it //God ™

floramodus //im not responding until tumblr boots back up cause she is nuclear moira

tlmetravel //good im not saying you dont honestly care for bec im saying he also doubles as a handy excuse

floramodus so what do you expect me to fucking do. how do you expect me to react to you saying the last goal i have in life is just that, a worthless goal. do you expect me to be gratify? do you expect to graciously bow to your ancient wisdom and sit in a bumbo and learn how to be "healthy" again for the sake of comfort.

tlmetravel yes

floramodus your goddamn right im self destructive i wont hesitant to tear my self apart for any goal worth it what are you gonna do about it? be content your fucking right? humanity believe a nuclear bomb would kill us all but that didnt stop them and it wont stop me

tlmetravel or you could just treat yourself as a tool, a means to an end, because god forbid you see yourself as a person, because you /know/ deep down that how you treat yourself? isnt how you should treat a person humanity really isnt the pinnacle of reason nor does humanity interest me, were talking about /you/

floramodus im human in theory but guess what? im not a person. im a god, a means of survival

tlmetravel does that flawed rhetoric make you sleep at night at least? because i really wish it would

tlmetravel because its good for absolutely /nothing/ else

floramodus i wasnt put on this earth to be comfortable ive been living in gunpowder since i was 6

tlmetravel you really dont want to start a sob story competition with me trust me you know why id be afraid, if you did love me?

floramodus despite my urge to tell you to shove it back in the textbook you crawled out of ill play your game. why

tlmetravel because youd put me above yourself and im historically against pedestals its a frightening thing to love someone who would damn herself in a second without looking over her shoulder death doesn't just happen to you, icarus, it happens to everyone around you your wounds are not just your own though they sting you most

floramodus icarus had one life. i have infinity

tlmetravel i dont care each one of your lives is as precious to us as if it were your last just because you /can/ doesnt mean you /should/ by all means, go on with this madness, tear yourself limb for limb if your heart is really in it just dont expect me to be quiet about it in fact, place no expectations on me at all hellfire, you called me hellfire, indeed

floramodus let he who has the match wick the bridge in flames

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