#need to get car checked out so i don't break down halfway there or something

[rubenesque-as-fuck]

Someone rainchecked an arcade date for this evening and I'm so damn frazzled from this week already that rather than being disappointed I'm just hugely relieved

#i know i should probably be disappointed but I do not have the energy i was just determined not to be the person who cancelled #work has just been a lot this week #plus the new property management company causing parking mishaps #and also catsitting for my friends 5 cats #stressing on getting my shit together to drive 10hrs both ways to my little sisters grad school ceremony next month #need to get car checked out so i don't break down halfway there or something #anyway yeah am tired and stressed #dating nonsense

[norrisleclercf1]

I would love to see how the boys were during the childbirth in the our boy series 🥹 like I feel like it would either be hectic with lando and Charles or super cute 🥰

A/N: A short blurb of what the birth of Cécile was like and where Elijah was during all of it

Warnings: Hospital, slight depictions of birth

Our Boy Masterlist

"Lando." Smacking his lips he bats away whatever is poking him on the check. "Lando." Someone hisses, poking him harder. "Stomnph." He whines.

Charles and Lando arrived home late yesterday you and Elijah already fast asleep so they refused to wake you. At 9 months pregnant you needed your sleep, way past your due date and not sleeping well.

"Lando!" The voice snaps, slapping him hard in the face he bolts right up, startled. "Fuck, What?!" He quips back, pissed now. "My water broke." Chuckling, he shakes his head pulling his hair as he looks at you. "Yeah, your water broke, alright." Repeating it back, it sinks in.

"Holy fuck! Your water broke!" He yells feet tangled in the sheets face planting into the floor. "Ow." Whining as you look over smiling. "You okay?" Lando shakes it off standing quick noticing your calm as ever and Charles no where in sight.

"Me? What about you! Your water breaks you're all lalala, skipping through a field!" This is why you waited, he would be the one to freak out. "And where the hell is Charles?" Voice cracking as he zips back and forth grabbing shoes and other stuff.

"He's taken Elijah to Carlos's place. He'll be back soon." Standing you start to make the bed, Lando playfully slapping your hands. "Stop, you're in labor goddammit don't make the bed. Forget Charles, I'm taking you to the hospital." You watch as he takes off down the hall, shirt halfway on you go back to making the bed and packing the rest of your stuff for the hospital.

"Where are my keys!" Looking down at your stomach you run a hand over your very large bump. "You'll love your Daddy, but he panics way to much." Your little girl kicking your hand.

"Y/n, I love you. But, come on we have to go." Snatching the bag, you stay right where you are. "Lan, babes. Breathe." You instruct grabbing his face, eyes wild he takes a deep breath. "My water only broke, I'm not having contractions yet. We can wait for Charles." Lando nods, running a shaky hand through his hair.

The two of you sit in the living room, waiting for Charles. Lando's leg bounces nonstop watching you closely. Pouncing up at every movement you make.

"I'm back, you ready?" Charles calls, Lando shoots off the couch glaring. "Ready? Are you fucking with me? She's in labor and you take a lovely stroll while I'm here panicking the hell man!" Charles just stares at him, glasses on he cuts his eyes to you, shrugging. "Yeah, you can't act like this in the delivery room." Charles deadpans.

"I'm the father too! You can't kick me out." Now he was really freaking out. "Oh." Feeling a cramp, you put slight pressure on your pelvis. "What? Oh god was that contraction? I told you." Lando helps you up, careful of how much pressure he was putting on your body.

"He'll be the fainter." Charles whispers to you on your other side, the comment making you laugh forgetting the slight pain that eases off quickly. "I will not faint." Lando grumbles as they help you to the car.

The drive to the hospital was quiet, but getting out was filled with Lando fussing and Charles calm. He's been through this before with Elijah, freaked out the same way. You took everything like a champ and he stayed right by your head refusing to leave your side.

13 hours later

"Fuck! I hate the both of you so much!" You cry as a large contraction hits you, finally fully dilated you sob throwing your head back. Lando wants to cry too, he hates seeing you in so much pain. Charles was the level headed of you 3. Lando having guilt that he too wasn't calm, but Charles told him it was okay. Everyone reacts to it differently.

"I'm sorry, I'll never touch you again. Can't you give her something?" Lando pleads with the nurse. "I'm sorry, honey. She already had her epidural and she's almost done pushing." The nurse sympathizes.

"Alright Mrs....um, Y/n. We can see the head. One last big push." A doctor instructs you nod. Barring down you scream through a contraction pushing and then collapsing into Charles back who was sitting behind you. "She's here." Loud cries fill the room, the 3 of you sighing as you start to cry.

"It's okay, shhhh. You did so well." Charles praises kissing your sweaty head. "Lando?" Charles looks at Lando who can't peel his eyes away from the little pink thing. "She's.....wow." Lando whispers. Charles and you watch Lando, tears falling as he doesn't let go of your hand yet can't take his eyes off his daughter.

"Here you go Mama." The nurse lays your little girl on your chest, you sob holding her to your chest. The medical team files out, say for a few nurses to look over you and baby. "She needs a name. We don't have a name." Your frantic, Lando places a hand on top of yours, stopping your rambles.

"Cécile." Lando whispers, Charles and you look at each other smiling. "It's french." Charles points out, Lando shrugging. "Elijah is british." He teases, you rolling your eyes.

"Cécile." You whispers, rubbing a finger over her chubby cheeks. "Perfect."

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"Lando didn't faint." Oscar smirks at Carlos who holds a sleeping Elijah in the hospital waiting room. "Damn." Carlos whispers slapping 200$ in Oscar's hand who chuckles. And starts counting it.

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[gurugirl]

omg loved your blog. pls give me a lil spoiler of whats coming next

So... I've got a whole bunch of things coming. I looked through my drafts and documents and feel like this one is something I can share with you guys. I've got the story maybe halfway done and I've been working on it slowly for about 6 months. I don't know when I'll post it but you asked for a sneak peek for something so here's something to tide you over.

For context this is burlesque dancer!Y/n and rich CEO!Harry (this is a combination of requests I've received all in one story).

...

The sign read: 24-hour breakfast. $2.99 all-you-can-eat pancakes. The one she drove past every day.

She imagined slathering each stack with butter and syrup and surprising the staff when she went for seconds and thirds. Her stomach growled as she got into place behind the other girls and the music started. Bethany raised a brow at her when she heard it.

The routine was the same as the week before. They had a short break before they went back up and did another set. Y/n hadn’t been in such a good mood in weeks, knowing what was coming after the show. She was shaking with the anticipation of finally eating something of substance.

Like last week, the main dancers got to use the locker room first. Y/n and the others sat at the end of the bar and watched the guests leave as they chatted. They never got into anything too deep. Y/n wasn’t keen on telling the others about her situation. It was embarrassing. She was technically homeless and she was dirt broke. But Angelique had given them their checks and Y/n was more than happy to use it. She wouldn’t cash it that night because it was too late, but she planned on using her credit card to buy the $2.99 buffet pancakes. Maybe she’d splurge on eggs as well.

After showering and charging her phone she nearly skipped to her car. She parked strategically under a lamppost and noticed right away a man leaning on her front bumper.

“Excuse me?” She stopped halfway between the building and her car, ready to run back into the building if needed.

The man stood and she saw the chocolate curls of the British man she’d met the week before.

“Sorry! I thought I’d wait out here for you. I wanted to tell you that you did a great job in there,” he smiled kindly. That sweet smile, dimples and all.

Y/n let out the breath she’d been holding and finished walking toward her car. She figured she could trust Harry at this point.

“It’s okay. Just startled me a little to see someone leaning on my car. And, uh, thanks!”

She dug her keys out of her bag and walked next to Harry. He was taller than she thought. She hadn’t stood directly next to him before but now that he was only a few feet from her as she unlocked her car door she noticed it.

Harry pointed into her windshield, “I don’t mean to pry or anything, and you can tell me to fuck off if you want, but I noticed the blankets and pillows in the backseat. Is that… are you…?” Harry didn’t finish his sentence but Y/n knew what he was asking.

Normally she folded up the blankets and stuffed the pillows into the floorboards nicely but this morning she didn’t care. She’d been in such a good mood about the upcoming pancake dinner that she left it all strewn about.

She thought for a moment about how to answer. She looked down at her shoes and sighed, “Just temporary. It’s not a big deal,” she brushed it off.

Harry stayed quiet. But the longer he was silent the stranger it felt. Y/n looked back up at him and he was stoic. Deep in thought. Her stomach growled and she groaned. It was like if all the most embarrassing things in life could come out all at once in front of a handsome man it happened right then. She was hungry and homeless. That was the truth. And Harry was now aware of this fact.

Harry sighed and his face softened, “Look. I know it can get hard out here. But, let me buy you something to eat at least. I was hoping to chat with you anyway. Maybe we could just… I don’t know… get to know one another over a drink, or food. No pressure,” Harry was cautious. He knew he could be overstepping a little. But he probably felt it was necessary based on the circumstance he was now aware of.

Y/n shook her head, “That’s not necessary, Harry. I just got paid. I was going to buy myself something to eat. You really don’t need to…” The look on his face had her pausing her words. Harry’s brows were raised and the soft grin told her he wasn’t buying her I-don’t-need-your-help act.

“Fine. Then you buy yourself something to eat. Can I join you at least?”

And so that’s how she found herself at the dingy diner sitting across from Harry in a booth as she shoveled pancakes in her mouth. Harry ordered a coffee. Black.

Harry watched her for a bit as she scarfed down her first plate. Y/n tried to hold a conversation while eating but her body was on autopilot. She needed to eat. Harry could see that too.

When she finished the first plate she looked up at Harry. He was leaned back, comfortable in the booth with his arms crossed over his chest, an amused look on his face.

She licked her lips and sipped the orange juice before clearing her throat, “What?” She felt embarrassed. It was probably quite obvious to Harry what was going on.

“Nothing. Still hungry?” He smirked and leaned forward to the table, putting his forearms over the linoleum and clasped his hands together in front of him. He’d pushed his sleeves up to his elbows again and Y/n could make out the dark tattoos that went up one arm.

She breathed out a laugh at the question. Without a doubt, she was still hungry. She nodded, “I am. Yes. Is it okay if I grab another plate? Do… uh, do you want anything other than coffee?”

Harry shook his head and kept his eyes on hers, “I’m fine. I’ve eaten today. Go and get another plate, love. I’ll be right here.”

Y/n brought back another stack of pancakes with a handful of margarine butter packets and went to work to make her second plate as sugary, fattening, and calorific as possible.

“So, where are you from, Y/n?” Harry took a sip of his coffee, and Y/n saw him wince. She doubted the coffee was any good. Especially black. It was probably old and bitter and room temperature. But she appreciated that he was sitting with her and trying to fill the void of loneliness. Though she would have been fine to sit and eat her pancakes in silence.

“Bible belt. Nowhere,” she kept her eyes on her meal, drizzling the maple-flavored syrup over the top.

Harry laughed, “I see. Okay. So, why are you here in Nevada? Big dreams of becoming a famous dancer?”

Y/n shoved a forkful into her mouth and shook her head, putting her finger up as she chewed. Another sip of her orange juice and she finally responded, “No. I needed a change of scenery. I am a dancer. Well, I have a bachelor’s in dance. I’m not a professional or anything. It was sort of a whim, but a good one. There was nothing keeping me back home. What about you Harry? Where are you from? How did you get here?” She tried to change the subject from herself to him.

She ate while Harry told her his story. He was born in Manchester and got a business degree in London and then moved to California when he was in his mid-twenties after being offered a job at a private equity firm.

After a couple of years at the firm he and a close friend of his decided on opening up their own business, a startup. Which turned out to be quite profitable early on. Harry was a managing partner and owner of a wealth management group specifically for entertainment companies. Like burlesque clubs. Like Haute Baude. The owner, Richard, hired Harry as his wealth management agent years ago and they grew close.

Y/n knew next to nothing about the finance world so she just nodded and hummed along, “Wow. So, you’re doing well. A successful businessman,” she smiled and licked her fork clean.

Harry chuckled and tilted his head to the side, “I guess so. You’re impressive too, you know. It was brave to come out here all by yourself.”

There was a bit of quiet after he spoke those words. Y/n smiled down at her empty plate and then looked up at Harry. His coffee cup was empty.

“And you’re cute,” Harry spoke the words quietly but he kept his eyes on hers.

Y/n set her fork down and kept her eyes on the handsome man, squinting at him in question. She didn’t know how to respond. He hadn’t really been flirting with her, that she could tell, but she was aware of the way he was looking at her. How when she’d take a bite he’d watch her lips move and he kept licking his own lips.

“Sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that,” Harry said but he didn’t hide his smile well when he pulled his lips into his mouth, that reaction only drew his dimples in deeper and it made Y/n smile and laugh.

She shook her head and looked down. His eyes were getting to her. His intense gaze was alluring. Harry was charming and handsome. She didn’t know what his intentions were but he seemed nice at least.

When Harry remained quiet for a beat longer than was comfortable Y/n looked back up at him. She couldn’t help but smile back at his expression and she laughed, “It’s okay. You haven’t been obnoxious or anything. I just… I’m a mess and hearing that threw me off a bit.”

“What do you mean you’re a mess?” Harry asked.

“I mean, well, come on… you saw my car. And here I am buying $2.99 all-you-can-eat buffet pancakes at 2 am the moment I get a paycheck. I’m… down on my luck a little. But I think things are better now. For one, my tummy’s full,” Y/n smiled shyly. She hated that this successful man was privy to her misfortune, but he felt trustworthy.

Harry shook his head, “Not a mess. Just a victim of circumstance. Are you sleeping in your car tonight?” He raised his brows in question.

Y/n looked to the corner of the room and breathed out a huff of breath and pursed her lips as she nodded before looking back at Harry with a shrug, “Have nowhere else to go.”

#burlesque dancer!yn #rich!harry #ceo!harry #sugardaddy!harry #harry styles #harry styles smut #harry styles fic #harry x yn #harry x reader #harry x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles x yn #harry styles x y/n #sneak peek #coming soon(ish) #harry styles one shot #firstpost

[stevebabey]

ruby hi!!! massive congrats on your milestone, i can't think of anyone more deserving of love than you my dear <33 i'm loving the sights and scenes of hawkins so far, may i request a trip down to lover's lake ❤️‍🔥 "i've had a terrible day at work so just kiss me" from list five with mr loverboy steve harrington? thank you so much love uu and congrats again!!

KAIT HI!!!!! i'm so glad ur enjoying hawkins m'dear and lover's lake with mr. steve harrington? that one's a dreamboat you're a lucky lady hehe <3 thank u thank u im literally giving u a big KISS rn ur so nice to me- i really hope u like this ! i manipulated the prompt a bit & omg accidentally used loverboy u got into my head this so is written for u

Robin's been keeping count of how many times Keith will ask Steve, in a single shift, to re-organise the front display due to inadequacy. That's the word Keith uses. Says it in that terrible drawl in his throat and with those lifeless eyes that don't seem to care when Steve's eye twitches after he's been asked for the third time.

Steve seriously thinks about kicking the entire display to shit.

He nearly does, just to stick it to Keith and permanently his cheeto-dusted fingertips and greasy mop for hair. God, Keith brings out the worst in him. Steve's honestly just stalling at this point, considering he's got about 15 minutes left of this shift. He busies his hands. Doesn't give the perpetually lurking Keith a chance to drag him into some other mindless job.

The 15 minutes crawl by. He's shrugging off his vest 2 mins out, specifically avoiding Keith's gaze as he maneuvers into the break room quickly.

"You're not finished yet, Harrington!" Keith's grating voice follows him in. Steve doesn't let it phase him, gathering his personal items from the employee room without a pause. He can sense Keith behind him in the doorway like a fucking vampire, some villainous presence hovering nearby.

"I could write you up for that, you know that." A crispy crunch. He's still snacking, even as he berates Steve in that bored tone; Steve wonders if today's the day to pick this fight with him. Really considers it. He ends up just clenching his jaw and watching the clock as it ticks over into sweet, sweet free time.

"Sure, Keith. Whatever you say." He grinds out, not even attempting pleasantries. There's a tight smile on his face but it might be a grimace for all Steve cares. He pushes past him and heads for the door.

"Hey Buckley," There it is again, that drawl that drives Steve nuts. "Can you check the front display? Undoubtedly, your Neanderthal friend will have found a way to mess it up and I'm not staying behind to fix it again."

Steve doesn't need to know what Neanderthal means to know when someone's calling him an idiot. He catches the start of Robin's furious glare, whipping towards her manager, but it disappears from view as he pushes out the door. Too hard. It slams against its hinges with a bang.

The steps rush up to meet his feet as he dashes down them. It's all muscle memory, opening the car door, turning the ignition, reversing out of the Family Video parking lot. The road gets swallowed beneath the car as he drives, a titch too fast than the speed limit warrants. Doesn't matter, Steve knows there's a remedy for his bad mood waiting at home.

You're in the kitchen when he gets in the door. He can tell from your shoes, left strewn halfway across the hall and outside the door to the kitchen, like you'd remembered to take them off at the last second. He toes them to the side with a small smile.

You must be in the middle of fixing a cup of something as there's something in your hand that tinks! gently, a teaspoon against porcelain.

Steve leans against the door frame and drinks his fill of love. Watching you be content as ever in his home, haloed in the setting sunlight through the windows, is a special sort of soothe on his soul. He's not sure he'll ever get used to it; or that he wants to.

Steve takes a breath in, thinks back to when you said love? well, love smells like your shampoo to me once, and thinks now that love must smell like the hot chocolate cradled in your hands. Love smells like you in the kitchen, waiting for him to come home.

You turn, catching sight of him. "Steve!"

His chest turns that bit lighter at your excited voice. He smiles and it comes easy. "Hi, sweetheart."

You cross the room to him, abandoning your steaming mug and Steve's arms are already open by the time you reach him. You slide up onto your toes, arms circling his neck, and you're pleasantly surprised when Steve ducks down and buries himself in your neck, his arms around your waist.

"Missed you," He mumbles and releases a sigh. His arms tighten, pulling you closer.

"Missed you too, Steve." You tell him truthfully, running your hand over the back of his head soothingly. You're like a balm to scorched skin, any fleeting bad feelings scampering at your reassuring touches. "Everything okay?"

Steve dredges his head out of his hiding place, staying close. His nose nuzzles against the length of your own, his eyes tired and affectionate.

"Mm." is the non-committal answer he gives you. He presses forward, lips seeking yours but you dodge them and give him a little frown.

"Everything okay?" You check, repeating the question. Steve can't be mad at your insistence, even though you're depriving him of kisses at the current moment. His thumb swipes along your ribcage impatiently.

"I've just... had a terrible day at work," he admits with a sigh. "So, just kiss me? Please."

And how could deny such a sweet request like that? Not when he sounds like your kisses could cure all his ails, could make any bad day a good one.

"Of course, loverboy," you breathe with a grin, eyes searching his face for the usual blush that arises at the pet name. He doesn't disappoint. Cheeks pink and lips even pinker, you tighten your arms around his neck and kiss him warmly. Steve gleefully tastes chocolate on your lips.

"Any time," you murmur when you pull back, and you mean it. Steve takes you up on that without a moment's hesitation.

join the celebration!

#LOVERBOY STEVE HARRINGTON THE MAN THAT U ARE #this had more plot than soft im sorry #but no im not my goal with these blurbs is to GO with the first idea i have #but i would give him so many kisses to make him feel better #thank u kait for sending one in!!!!! #MWAH MWAH MWAH BABEY I LOVE YA #ruby writes steve #steve x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington blurb #stevie blurb! #ruby's very own tour of hawkins #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #now its beddie byes bruv #i've got work tomorrow earlyyyyy

[thedepthsoffandomminds]

The guest PT 11

Masterlist

An: okay I was going to wait to upload this one but I got too excited. It also shorter than my normal chapters. Enjoy my darlings!

You wake, lying in your large soft bed, the pink sheets drawn up to your shoulders. Sighing you turn over and look at the ceiling. Wait... That isn't the canopy you have been sleeping under recently.

"I guess it was a dream." You say to yourself and sit up, dropping your legs over the side of the bed. You are once more in your own bedroom, sun shining in through the window. You slip your fluffy slippers on and step over to it, looking out at the city. Your car sat at the side of the road alongside many others.

"strange, I don't normally park there." You shrug and make your way out to the living room, the TV playing in the corner. There is noise in the kitchen that draws your attention.

"Hello?" You call out and a man peeps his head around the corner a smile drawn across his slim face.

"Good morning sleepyhead. Here I have made you some tea." Sneed came bouncing over to you. His body was clad in a simple t-shirt and Jeans. It looked out of place on him. He hands you the mug and presses a kiss to the side of your face.

"You were out like a log last night. I'll be glad when you finally quit that job." He grins at you and leads you over to the sofa.

"What?"

"Well when the baby is born we'll need you at home." He says, placing his hand on your stomach.

"Baby?" You breathe out.

"Gosh that really was a good night's sleep. I know we only found out yesterday but you can't have forgotten already." He kisses the side.of your head and goes back to the kitchen.

"what?" You say to yourself. Standing up you Look around you know this is your apartment but something is off. Like the edges aren't in focus. The TV catches your attention and you look at it. It felt like you were looking through broken glass at the scene of two men standing atop a cliff. Someone counting.

"This isn't right." You say out loud.

"It's okay, Rainsford comes back to you, taking your shoulders in his hands, "this is just another one of your episodes. You're okay, this is real. Just breathe."

"No, this isn't." You break away from him and dart across the room.

Sneed's smile drops and he sighs.

"okay enough." He pulls a pistol from his pocket pointing it at you and firing.

*_*_*_*_*

"Excuse me, aren't you missing y/l/n?" A man asks you, his fingers tapping your shoulder. Your eyes fly open.

"Flashbang?" You sit up and your vision spins.

"Be careful, Miss you've got a bit of a bump there." He says helping you stand up. You bring your head up to your head and feel the blood there.

"The duel, Flashbang have they fought it yet?" You ask.

"No, I think they're off that way now."

"Do you know where? How to get there?"

He nods and rushes off, so you follow him. As you get closer to the cliffside you hear the men talking. No not talking counting.

" six, seven, eight,"

"No, we won't make it!" You cry out as you round the top of the hill and see Fagin taking his steps, flintlock.pistol in hand.

"nine, ten! Fire!" The priest shouted and both Fagin and Smales fired. You see Sneed drop to the ground crying out in pain at the wound on his leg. Jack runs to Fagin, checking him over as the women run to Sneed. You rush down to them. Jack seeing you and coming to your side.

"Y/n, where have you been?" He asked. You turn to look at him and he finally sees the trail of blood on your face, "What happened?"

"I'm okay, help Rainsford." You say to him. Reluctantly Jack moves over to the other doctor and checks his leg.

"We need to get you back to the hospital." He says, "Help me get him up!"

Edmund helps to carry Sneed to his carriage and they sling him into the foot well.

"keep pressure on the wound, here!" You call out to Jack handing him a piece of your shirt that you had ripped off, "Tie it around the top."

"Yes thank you." Jack replies already halfway through tying the tornequet. You all climb into the carriage, squeezing around the two doctors.

"What happened to you? We've been looking for you all day?" Belle asks you.

"I tripped." You said nothing more on the matter.

Once in the hospital Sneed was wheeled into the operating theatre and placed on the table. A crowd of men gathered in the gallery, all excited to see the operation. The professor walked in.

Feeling dizzy you reach out for nurse Hetty.

Reluctant to leave the room she takes.your weight slightly and leads you out to a bed. She begins to clean the blood from your forehead.

"this looks nasty." She comments.

"Yes. I suppose it does hurt a fair bit." You agree.

Hetty smiles down at you shaking her head.

"You are either the clumsiest person I know or you're just like my cousin Lulu." She voices her thoughts.

"Your cousin?"

"Yes, she was, well my mother called her a foreteller. She was a bit like you, had no history, my uncle adopted her from the orphanage. It was strange like Lulu always knew what was going to happen. The amount of times she would knock me out of the way of an accident. Always bumped and bruised in some way. You seem to be like that." She pressed the cloth to your wound and you flinched at the pain.

"You'll need a stitch in that. I'll have Jack come see you when he is with Sneed." She gave you a curt nod and walked back to the operating room, just in time to see Jack and Belle kiss.

I LIVE for you thoughts so please do comment. 💜

@fandomfan-102 @deanstolemydragon @mydeputyghostwagon

[spacefacedtragedy]

After reading the reforms on abolitionanddisabilityjustice.com I'd like to share a story!

Please please heed these trigger warnings because this rant will not be very filtered.

>!severe depression!<

>!Homelessness!<

>!Mental illness!<

>!unsupportive family!<

>!heavy SH!<

>!drug use!<

When I turned 19 I had just transitioned out of longer term residential care due to a break down I will talk about at a different time. Alot of my life at this point was filled with regrets, my family completely unsupportive to my transition left me solely reliant on myself in the southern California housing market. I had managed to get into a halfway house that was suppose to help me keep my head up while I worked on something more permanent, but being the young trans guy in a really shitty cramped area had severe affects.

Those that respected my choices were known, and those that didn't made it clear I needed to go. By the second month, I was already back to my harming ways. Nothing deep at this point, but still enough that I couldn't handle it. My mom kept telling me about how great life is without me, and my older sister relished in my horrible state. Both her words and my sisters smile swim in my head today.

A couple days before my birthday I had a routine inspection/drug test to be able to live where I did. Although I was a trustworthy person and hadn't even tried weed at this point, they still watched me go. I had cuts on my upper thighs, light but often enough that the faucility immediately terminated my lease and took my rent money away. I was told to evict off the property by the end of the day, and spend the beginning of it calling everywhere looking for a place. My treatment center I had just graduated from refused reentry without hospitalization, and I didn't want to go back into one of those again.

I took off and eventually holed up in a hostel around the area so I wasn't suffering, but was back to a single suitcase with everything I owned. My cutting from then got immediately worse, to the point of needing stitches but I was being left to suffer, even going to therapy weekly, being on meds, I still was homeless, working two jobs to just keep a shelter roof over my head, and fell down a path of peddling. I had to crawl my way out of that hole with the aid of my boyfriend. I was dead inside and out, and without family willing to help..

This could have been avoided if the treatment center would of taken me back, like they're commitment was suppose to be. It would of been better if more homeless mental health clinics existed or we had better support for crisis situations.

This wouldn't of been so horrible if the halfway house didn't kick me out, and had chosen to help like marketed. You don't respond to a problem by making more. People with chronic mental health, even self sabotaging ones, can repair themselves and find a reason to live. They may be the intern, the barista, the car valet, but they're out there. When society resigns someone to the pits it destroys spirits and corrupts lives. Do not let it keep happening.

Some blogs to check:

Thinkingautismguide.com/2016/07/blackdisabledlivesmatter-vs.html

bgdblog.org/2013/07/2013729disease-is-not-a-metaphor/

#rants #lgbtq #transgender #awareness #disability #trans man #chronic illness #homeless #story time #halfway house #drug usage #sh #mental health #mental illness

[marcholasmoth]

OSRR: 3461

today was quiet. i talked to leo early on but i was laughing so hard that meredith sent him a message "molly is laughing too hard. go to sleep." it was so funny omg

anyway it was pretty quiet. i like getting to hang out with meredith. she's delightful.

at the end of the day, i ended up staying for another hour and a half to sit and talk to and hang out with jey and leo because i don't get to see them much. it was a great decision. i got to see leo's cats, we all talked about a bunch of things, and i laughed a LOT and im very happy.

when i left, i drove down the road and ended up at a red light. my windows were down because it was nice out (to me), and the car next to me had music playing, so i was nodding and moving along to the music. and then the lady in the passenger seat of the other car says to me, "you can do the macarena to anything, it works! try it!" she was doing the macarena to a song that should not have the macarena done to it. i laughed because that was the LAST thing i expected to hear today 😂 so i said i would and i laughed down the road when the light turned green. and at the NEXT red light, i was a few cars back from the front of the line, and that SUV would be the first in that line, but they slowed down next to me and the lady was dancing more! it was SO FUNNY because she (1) stopped to say something, (2) said something, (3) danced while saying it, and (4) stopped AGAIN to show me that she was dancing! 😂😂😂😂😂😂

literally i laughed halfway down the bridge.

and joel's out for now, and i realize how often he comes home really late. i would like to cuddle with him one of these evenings.

a couple other things, but they're trauma-based.

tw religion, religious trauma, personal trauma, mental and emotional manipulation and abuse

tldr i remembered some ~church~ and "friend" shit that made me angry for my past self and my current self.

as i was driving in cambridge yesterday, i found the mormon church in the area. it's on the road i take to get back to the main thoroughfare to get back to the bridge to get back to the highway. it's right there. i could've lived without finding it. but today as i came up to it i cursed it out and all the people and establishments that fucked me over for so long. i thought about all of the mental gymnastics and hoops i had to jump through to stay and to believe it all.

and then as i was on the highway coming back home, i thought of another experience that i have zero qualms with talking about.

once upon a time, i had a friend at church named lisa. she was funny and smart and no-nonsense and was bisexual, so we understood the lgbt. she also had an account on here and freaked out when she learned that i was in charge of the account. it was nice.

for a while.

lisa and aaron and tyler, the three friends ("friends") i had in that group i had told before that when they hang out if they want to include me that i needed an explicit invitation. i told all of them that. they refused to respect it. but i ignored it.

i texted the group the most, i think. i always texted first. i ignored that, too.

and then one evening when the gathered young adults were playing a game for family home evening, the teams got into an argument and were shouting and yelling really loudly at each other. i didn't want to play but i got up, threw my hands in the air, and yelled as a response, "okay! i'll go next!" just to appease everyone. and i went into the hallway and proceeded to have a panic attack.

while i'm in the middle of breaking down, lisa and tyler and aaron come out to "check on me," which im sure was their intent, but it didn't come across that way.

lisa asked me what was wrong and i said i didn't know. she then said something to the effect of, "this is why we walk on eggshells around you, why we can't talk to you, because we don't know what will set you off since you won't tell us."

it was the meanest thing i can remember her saying to me.

(this was SEVERAL years ago.)

i was just beginning to work through my trauma, much of which stems from constant arguments and screaming matches between my parents throughout my entire childhood.

i didn't know that listening to people yell like that was going to set me off.

if someone is having a panic attack, you don't go up to them during it and say "we can't talk to you because you don't tell us your triggers."

how am i supposed to tell you what's going to set me off when even i don't know what's going to set me off??

it's not okay to blame someone for your actions because they don't know something. it's less okay to do that in the middle of a panic attack. it's even less okay to disguise it as care.

i left that night in tears. i felt terrible. i was exhausted from the attack. but that was the first time i started to think about the mental gymnastics i was doing. i didn't ignore it.

i realized that i always texted first. so i stopped texting first.

i didn't get any more texts.

i stopped offering to do things.

i stopped getting asked to do things, eventually.

and the three of them have been blocked since.

tyler came to visit once, which was nice of him. my only ire towards him is that he went along with lisa's narcissistic tendencies and didn't speak up when she was out of line. narcissistic tendencies don't look good on you.

aaron had been my friend for a long time. not anymore. he didn't stand up for me. he didn't reach out or call or text or try to contact any other way. too mormon for his own good. it's obnoxious. and he's a narcissist, too.

and lisa? i hope she stubs her toe and steps on a sliver of glass. that someone she loves and trusts does something so incomprehensibly unfair and unkind that she knows and feels what it's like to lose an entire group of friends. you don't fucking blame someone for not knowing triggers when they just fucking find out about them. for someone who was getting a phd in criminal justice, you really lacked the empathy and understanding to be a good friend. you fucked that up and you treated me so terribly. and for what? because you and the other two stooges who also were narcissists needed someone to take advantage of?

fuck you.

get fucking bent.

#i'm angry #tw religion #tw religious trauma #molly rambles #operation srr #osrr #3000s #3400s #sunshine boy

[l-lend]

Warning(s): swearing

Pairing: Wrecker x OC

Tagging: @kelpiesummer @ghostlythunderbird

Monday mornings are typically slow in the Mythic Beauties garage. Nessie was tucked away in the back unboxing a new shipment of parts. T-Bird and Pegasus were looking over footage from the last show. Lastly with Siren in her office negotiating the next show, this left Kelpie manning the phones and the front desk. Kelpie was never put out with this task since she could always bring her tablet and sketch pad up front with her, so she could continue working on her designs.

The phone rang as Kelpie was adjusting a pin stripe on a wrap design. Still focused on the tablet, she answered.

“Mythic Beauties Garage, where your hunt is over. This is Kelpie.” She greeted in her customer service voice.

“Hi, uh...I was wondering if Nessie was working today?”

Kelpie's eyebrows almost escaped into her hairline. The person on the phone was unmistakably a guy with his low tone of voice. But asking for Nessie? The mechanic who shies away from food delivery so she does not have to speak to anyone?

“Nessie is busy at the moment,”

It was not an outright lie. Nessie had been jonesing for those new mufflers that just came in.

“Can I take a message?”

“Yeah, can you let her know that Wrecker called? I thought about her offer about taking a look at my Tahoe.”

“I'll be sure to let her know.”

After hanging up, Kelpie leaped up from her chair making a b-line for the break room. Her squealing sneakers on the tile jerking T-Bird and Pegasus from their video playback.

“Easy Kel, where's the fire?”

“Bird, we got tea.”

T-Bird quirked a dark brow, “Earl Grey, chai, what?”

“Oh, it's spicy!”

Pegasus sighed wrapping her headphones around her neck before disappearing with her laptop.

T-Bird gestured to an open seat, “Spill.”

“So this guy called,”

“and you told him we weren't hiring.”

“No, I mean he wasn't asking about a job. He was asking is Nessie..was here.”

“Get the fuck out, no one asks for Nessie.”

“Yeah, mentioned she offered to look at his Tahoe.”

“Oh,” T-Bird chuffed a laugh, “Oh, Nessie's got explaining to do.”

T-Bird got up from her stool leaning halfway out of the break room.

“Nessie!” The stunt driver hollered towards the break room.

“Yeah?”

“M'ere.”

“I'm a bit busy. Can it wait?”

“Nope.” T-Bird locked eyes with Kelpie and jerked her head towards the back room for the ambush.

The stunt driver and bike designer cornered the mechanic as she was double checking a serial number. Nessie eventually looking up from her clipboard.

“What's up? The next show have a CC restriction or something?”

“Nah, a guy called asking about getting his Tahoe looked at.”

Nessie's fingers began playing with a corner of paper on her clipboard.

“Might have us confused. The shop down the street does cars.”

“He was asking for you.”

The clipboard clattered to the floor.

T-Bird smirked, “So how'd you meet him?”

The mechanic sighed, “Well, I got pulled over the other ni-”

“Hold up,” Kelpie cut in, “You got pulled over?” Her gaze shifted to T-Bird, “isn't that your job?”

“So if you got pulled over...”

Kelpie's eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. A gasp leaving her.

“Oh my god, he's a cop!”

The blood rushing to Nessie's cheeks was all the answer they needed.

“Never knew you to have a thing for uniforms.” T-Bird teased.

“I-I don't. He was just nice, okay? I blew through a stop sign and he let me off with a warning since it was late.”

“Mhmm, and you offered to look at his car?”

“I was just being nice. Besides the engine didn't sound so good, so I mentioned what might be wrong and offered to look at it.”

“When do we meet him?” Kelpie pressed.

“You don't.”

“Is he cute?”

Somehow Nessie's cheeks gained more color.

“Kelpie, that has no bearing. I'm just looking at his car, that's it.”

Whatever higher power was out there, it took mercy on Nessie. T-Bird and Siren had stepped out for a meeting while Kelpie was in her creative zen in her space. Nessie quickly grabbed the number from the caller ID, and locked herself in her office with the number dialed into her cell.

Her nerves balling up in her chest as it rang. The line connected on the second ring.

“Wrecker.” He answered.

Nessie gulped before attempting to speak.

“H-Hi, it's Nessie, um...the mechanic?”

“Hey Nessie,” His tone gained more warmth now he had the name of the caller, “tried calling earlier, but they said you were busy.”

“Uh, yeah...that was probably Kelpie. She knows how I get when a new shipment comes in.”

His chuckle worked magic easing the tangled mass of nerves in her.

“I can understand that. I wanted to take you up on your offer. How much would a service check run me?”

“Oh no, no. I offered so it's on me.”

She could hear the smile in his voice.

“Well, when would you like to look at it? I have the next couple of days off. I could cover food for your time.”

“Y...you don't have to.”

“I want to. You have any places you like and I'll bring it over?”

“I'm not picky.”

“Alright, so when is best for you?”

“Tomorrow night?”

“Sounds great, I'm looking forward to it.”

“Oh, um, this number is my cell...you know um, in case anything changes with schedules.”

“Great, so I can call you after hours..you know..about the car.”

Nessie caught the slight trip of his words, but filed that away for later.

“Of course.”

She hung up after plans were set and after checking to make sure her office door was locked, Nessie saved the officer's number in her contacts.

#moto!batch au #wrecker x oc #wrecker tbb #wrecker

[cassurrjoybell-30]

Bonding with the Enemy - Chapter 8

*Warning Adult Content*

The Alpha Job

Halfway through breakfast it occurred to Darren that Liam may not actually suspect him of murder.

The fact that he was letting Darren stay at his home as a guest showed that he didn't even consider him a threat.

On the other hand, Jasper definitely had it out for him.

Begrudgingly, Jasper had no choice but to drag Darren with him to work thanks to their predicament.

The rogue followed Jasper out front where his grey Nissan Sentra was.

It was a rather simple car in his opinion.

For some reason, he expected Jasper to drive a red Corvette or something.

"You getting in?" Jasper hissed from the drivers side.

Darren tried to think of something snarky to say but nothing came to mind, so he silently got in the car and slammed the door as hard as he could.

"You did that on purpose," the Alpha glared.

"Look at you, pointing out the obvious like a big boy," Darren snapped back sarcastically.

"Don't test me."

"Why? Are you just as bad at tests as you are at shutting the fuck up?"

He could tell the man was struggling to reel in his temper now.

Turning his attention to the road, Jasper hit the gas harder than necessary and peeled out of the driveway.

For the next five hours, Darren got his first glimpse at what an Alpha's duties were.

He tagged along as Jasper checked in on the elderly, interviewed new pack applicants, followed up on neighborhood complaints and checked in with the Chief of Police to see if there were any developments around town.

Unfortunately Darren was forced to sit in the car most of the time, so he didn't learn anything useful.

After a while he picked up on the complete one eighty turn in Jasper's personality.

He was like a completely different person when dealing with fellow pack members.

Instead of being a prick or stuck up or grumpy, he was all smiles and jokes.

It annoyed Darren to see how much people enjoyed being around him.

If only they knew what kind of asshole he really was.

Eventually they made it to their last stop for the day. 

It was one of the more remote cabins tucked a little ways into the woods.

There was a long winding dirt trail that led up from the road, with a broken mailbox and plenty of trees blocking their view of the building from where they parked.

Jasper's hands grasped the steering wheel.

He looked up towards the cabin, then back at Darren.

"I need you to stay in the car."

"Again?" Darren squawked.

"Do you know how cramped my legs are?"

"Too bad," Jasper said, stepping out of the car.

"This is a special situation and I don't need you messing anything up."

Darren glanced at the driver side seat and considered smearing mud on it while the guy was gone.

A wicked smile crossed his face as he nodded.

"Sure."

Jasper glared at him suspiciously but didn't say a word as he walked towards the cabin.

Soon he disappeared from view.

Darren immediately scanned the ground for puddles outside, then spotted a woman standing in the middle of the road.

She was pale, with dark circles around her eyes and tattered clothes.

As he watched, she silently stared in the direction of the cabin with tears streaming down her face.

He instantly knew it was a ghost, mostly because of the transparent body, but also because of the cuts on her wrists.

As he watched her hover in place, she slowly turned her head in his direction.

Darren realized this was the first ghost he had encountered since the hunter last night.

Since Jasper was busy, he might as well make himself useful and see if this spirit knew anything about the kids.

So he got out of the car and made his way towards her.

The ghost seemed surprised as he locked eyes on her and even more surprised when he stopped and greeted her.

"Hey. Sorry, I know this is probably weird for you but I was wondering..."

"Help him," she interrupted him mid sentence.

"Huh?" Darren asked, perplexed.

"Who? Jasper?"

"Help him," she repeated desperately before breaking down crying.

Immediately overwhelmed and unsure how to calm a crying ghost, he knelt beside her.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy there. Start at the beginning and tell me what's wrong?"

It took a few moments for the girl to calm down.

When she did, she looked up at the rogue and began explaining her situation.

What she had to say was unsettling.

Up at the cabin, Jasper was standing on the porch speaking with an innocent looking woman with wavy black hair and huge baby doll eyes.

She had on a yellow dress with a black polka dotted bowtie.

Definitely not something you'd wear out in the woods.

"I wouldn't know much about that Sally," Jasper smiled down at her.

As Darren approached, he noticed that his smile seemed a bit forced.

The girl fluttered her eyelashes at him.

"That's too bad. I love talking about that kind of stuff. Chuck here can attest to that. We could spend hours deep in conversation, isn't that right?"

She glanced back and drew Darren's eyes to a scrawny man with short brown hair and a bony face.

He looked like he hadn't eaten well in a while and was dressed in a plaid shirt and jeans.

"T-t-that's r-r-right. She just loves t-t-to talk. Just chat, chat, chat."

The guy gestured with his hands awkwardly.

Jasper looked concerned as he examined the state that Chuck was in.

"Are you doing alright Chuck? Do you want me to take you to a doctor?"

Chucks eyes immediately flew to Sally but he quickly turned back to Jasper and laughed.

"Oh n-n-nonsense. It's just a c-c-cold."

"That's right. It's just a cold," Sally parroted.

"No need to deal with some overpriced doctor."

"You sure you don't want to go?" Jasper asked more earnestly.

Chuck just shook his head and subconsciously hid behind the woman.

Sally patted his arm.

"Chuck doesn't like going outside, remember? He has agoraphobia. People, noises, crowds... he can't stand it."

"Are you absolutely sure?" Jasper pushed.

"I'm s-sure." Chuck answered immediately.

"I w-want t-t-to stay h-here."

Disappointed, Jasper gave up with a sigh.

"Alright, just let me know if you need anything. I'll be back."

"Will do."

Sally smiled widely as she began to shut the door.

It was at this point Darren flew forward and stuck his foot in the way, successfully stopping her.

"Chuck. How have you been?" he greeted the man cheerfully, shocking all three people around him.

The ghost girl suddenly appeared beside Darren and began whispering into his ear.

Darren made sure to repeat her words.

"You remember me, right? From Ms. Ayudame's class? You remember Ayudame, right?"

He stared meaningfully at the man, hoping he'd pick up the hint.

"What do you think..." Jasper was cut off by a slap to his chest as Darren kept his eyes on the man.

Chuck stared wide eyed at him before Sally intervened.

"Excuse me, but who are you?"

"I'm Darren, Chuck's old classmate," he briefly replied to the woman before returning his focus to the brunette beside her.

"You remember when we were younger and we used to sneak out of our houses to joy ride my dads old grey Nissan Sentra down by the road?"

"I don't think he wants to talk," Sally tried closing the door again but Darren's foot was still in the way.

"Yeah, well you know, I was in town and thought I'd ask about those old baseball cards. It's been years since we last saw each other and I remembered that you wanted me to confirm if that Babe Ruth of yours was the real deal."

"What is he talking about?" she says, turning to Chuck with a huff.

Chucks' eyes flit between the two before he stuttered out.

"M-m-my b-b-base-b-ball card c-c-collection..."

"Sweetheart, I know about your collection but exactly WHEN did you two talk about it?" she barely masked the anger in her voice.

"About five years ago," Darren lied.

"If he still has it and it turns out to be the real deal, it could be worth over seven hundred thousand dollars."

That caught the woman's attention and she turned with an eyebrow raised.

"Come again?"

"Here, look."

Darren felt his heart leap now that he had Sally's attention.

Praying with all his might that what the ghost told him was true, he googled the value of a Babe Ruth card and showed it.

Her eyes widened with greed.

"Sweetheart, do you really have one of these?" she spoke sweetly to the scrawny man who was nervously wringing his hands.

"Y-y-yes," he stuttered out, playing along with Darren's story.

"B-b-but we d-d-don't know if it's r-r-real."

"I can help with that," Darren chirped.

"I work for an appraisal company and can get it certified. With a certificate, it's value will actually increase. I can even help you sell it if you want?" he addressed the woman now, hoping the promise of money would distract her.

She seemed extremely interested as she patted Chucks shoulder fondly.

"Why don't you go grab that card while we talk?"

Chuck nodded jerkily before scurrying further into the house.

The woman then blocked the doorway, making it clear that this conversation was to take place on the porch.

"So how does this work exactly?" she asked.

Darren then proceeded to tell the biggest bullshit story of his life, which included becoming an entrepreneur and making millions appraising valuable cards and how he loaned money to the Alpha.

Jasper scoffed but Darren just started talking louder to drown him out.

She took in every word of it until the ghost whispered into Darren's ear again.

Suddenly he pulled out his phone and feigned shock.

"Oh shit. Look what time it is. I'm sorry but maybe I can come back some other time? We really need to go for that other appointment and it's a rather important one."

He backed up, grabbing the Alpha by the shoulder and practically dragging the confused man away.

"Wait, how will I contact you?" the woman asked desperately, glancing back into the house and wondering why Chuck was taking so long.

Darren quickly gave her a fake phone number as he continued his escape.

As soon as they were out of sight of the cabin, Jasper jerked out of Darren's grasp.

"What the fuck was that bullshit about? Do you have any idea what you did?"

The legality of the situation wasn't lost on Darren.

Just by watching Jasper's desperate attempts to convince Chuck to come with him, Darren understood that the Alpha knew what was going on.

The ghost girl had informed him that Sally convinced Chuck not to trust anyone and without Chuck's cooperation, even Liam couldn't do anything to help him.

Darren didn't say anything and instead walked around to the other side of the car with Jasper hot on his heels.

"You okay?" the rogue asked.

Jasper shot a glare at him.

"Of course I'm..."

"Yes," came a quiet voice from the back seat.

The Alpha's eyes widened as he noticed Chuck laying flat on the back seat, completely out of sight and hugging a go-pro to his chest.

The man was shaking terribly.

Luckily the window was down so his voice wasn't muffled.

"D-d-o you really know my s-sister?" Chuck asked, turning his head up at Darren.

"Kind of," Darren replied.

"She said you were collecting evidence of what Sally was doing to you. She also told me the escape plan you guys came up with before Sally forced you to move away."

The ghost had explained that their plan was called 'Mrs. Ayudame'. Ayudame' was Spanish for 'Help Me', so it seemed fitting to use it as a code word.

"She w-w-wouldn't let me h-have a phone. She used to b-b-break down c-crying, saying I was ch-ch-cheating on her if I t-texted or called anyone. She d-didn't trust me to b-be alone and no one b-but my sister b-b-believed me when she s-started hitting me."

The small man's eyes swelled with tears.

"She wouldn't even l-l-let me leave the house. If I tried to l-l-leave, she would threaten to k-k-kill herself. I d-d-don't want her t-t-to do that b-but... b-but I c-c-can't do this anymore. I s-s-still wanted t-to leave but I d-didn't know anybody h-h-here or where I'd go if I left, s-s-so I s-stayed..."

Darren sucked in a breath as he glanced towards the ghost of Chuck's sister.

He didn't have the heart to tell him that the only person who ever believed him was now dead.

"It'll be alright. We'll take care of you," he promised instead.

Chuck went quiet, then nodded as he curled up into a tight ball and began to weep.

[dzpenumbra]

11/12/22

This is like day 3 of me chanting to myself over and over, "take it easy with the soul-work". It's seriously been all I've done for like years now. All day, every day. With some breaks, but those were usually video game binges to get lost in another world for a bit, and I worry about going too far into that when I have to move soon. I lose track of time easily when I'm diving deep into gaming.

So... well... this is soul work, so I need to just cool it with it. I'm too damn emotional and overstressed lately. So positive vibes it is. I want to go skating again very soon, I think I'm going to loosen my trucks a bit and learn how to ride a bit looser. It'll be a new experience and I think it will help with my overall comfort and board control. The more different angles I feel comfortable skating at - toe-edge, heel-edge, pivots, powerslides - the more different angles I will be comfortable landing in. It will help a lot more with run ups and roll aways. So even if I just get to the park with enough time to just cruise around a little, not even doing tricks... it will be hugely beneficial and fun! It'll add a new way of skating, carving, because I always rode super tight trucks and did manuals, stalls, pivots and powerslides. I never carved at all. I'd just pivot instead. I think it will help not just with all the above, but actually... it might help my posture too. Because I probably need to relearn how to hold my body when carving turns, like center-of-balance shit, and that will help me keep my natural default posture at a more healthy place. So... pretty excited for that! Now I just need to get to the skatepark before like... 4:30... Because it's dark at like just past 5:15 or some shit and it's just like... dude...

No art done today. But I might be able to get some beeswax to mess around with making my own incense infused sealant for wooden beads. I did play drums today though and gat-fuckin-dayum is it really nice to just open up Cubase, add a virtual instrument, choose Kontakt, double click the drum set, choose the exponential articulation curve, set my map, turn on my drum kit and I'm 100% good to go as long as I like with no problems. It's like... finally! I improvised with a MrSuicideSheep playlist from a year or so ago. It was fun. I missed playing drums. Another thing I need to fix my posture on, I hope I can get someone to help me with that soon.

So yeah. I have some final stuff to do with forms and shit, and a car inspection to really hope they get done. I'm really stressed about that. And I'm going to meet at the new building to get the keys and check out some stuff at the new place sometime next week. I need to follow up on that, I've just been... really scared, honestly. Like never this scared of moving before in my life. I hate it. I used to be so confident. And it really feels like an ignorance is bliss kinda thing. Like "I'll just get on a plane and move halfway across the country because I used to smoke weed with you in highschool and you called me your friend." Many times like that, most of my moves in life. They were innocence, naivete; in ways I miss it, in ways I really don't.

Now, I commit to having learned from these mistakes. I have gotten very harsh with myself. I can't slip up, I can't trust the wrong person, I can't make mistakes. I'm "smarter than that". I --- I'm doing fucking soul-work again. Fucking hell, see?! All day everyday, it's this! XD

All it took was mentioning chores and down the rabbithole I go. So I'm just gonna let that thought go down the river and I'll catch up with it when it comes back around tomorrow. No clue what's on the docket for tomorrow, we'll see how it goes, hopefully I can do something fun.

Oh, I wanted to add a good perspective I gave myself. I have a good relationship with my current landlords, and I'm sure they'd be cool with me taking my time with the move. So I really don't need to stress about packing and rushing everything to the new place. I want to really pace myself and adjust. It still doesn't feel real, I haven't even seen the damn place in person yet and I'm officially moving in in less than a week. So, since I'm super emotional lately, I'm gonna go baby steps with this one. I hiked like 30 miles barefoot with a giant rucksack on, I went on a solo-road trip, I flew to Vegas with no hotel room, and now... I'm going to very slowly dip my toes into moving to a new place. And I'm not going to judge myself for that, I'm going to be compassionate and gentle. It takes a lot of pain to transform someone like that. And I should be as compassionate with myself as I would be with others like me. So, big positive note, I'm going to pace myself. And I should be good and settled in up there by Thanksgiving.

But right now, I want to really just leave a nice warm thought in my head before bed. I have been really nervous about making music. I keep avoiding it. So tomorrow, I want to just make weird noises and record an actual song. It's been too long, like 3-4 years. Who knows, something really cool might come out of it. :D Maybe hip-hop, maybe metal, maybe weird experimental world music, maybe just a collection of incoherent noises. No matter what, it's going to be fun!

#diary #journal #online journal #stream of consciousness #stream of thoughts

[sanrioluversincebirth]

3.am rush!

Characters: Bakugo, Denki, Sero, Aizawa, Dabi!

Content Warnings: Fluff, Kissing, Smoking, Gender Nuetral reader

Bakugo

All started out when you and him where sneaking around the dorms.

Just being little kids doing little kid things.

It was a big movie night and everyone was getting ready.

As you were putting your pajamas on you got a call from bakugo saying yall need some snacks.

Yall wasn't allowed out after midnight and it was 2:55...

So ya'll snuck out to the nearest supermarket.

"I'm soooo bored" you whined as you were driving towards the closest market near you. After a couple of U-turns and lots of getting lost and yelling, you finally made it! "Hurry, I'm trying to get back so I can watch the movie" You rolled your eyes and jogged into the store quickly. "So what do we need?" Bakugo looked down at the list his friends made. Cringing at Denki's terrible handwriting. "Gummy worms, Gummy bears, Sugar cookies, 2 drinks of water, 3 Kool-aids, and a big pack of skittles." "Gosh, this is gonna be a lot." "It's ok Shoto gave us his dad's credit card, he said max it if we want." You sighed in relief as you both separated to go get the different stuff. It had been 20 minutes and you both met up at the checkout. You grabbed a Coca-Cola for you and an Arizona for him. Once ya'll made it back to the car yall was jamming to the radio until yall got back to the dorms. "Y/N YOUR BACK WE'VE BEEN CALLING YOU!" Mina exclaimed. You checked your phone and saw that it was on silence this whole time. "Oh... uh what did yall need..." You muttered out in embarrassment. "WE NEED POPCORN! HOW ARE YOU GONNA HAVE A MOVIE NIGHT WITHOUT POPCORN!" Denki yelled. You mentally facepalmed at yourself. "Well, I guess Yaomomo can make it right?" You suggested. "Didn't think of that..." "YAOMOMO WE NEED YOU!" Jirou screamed. At this point, the trailers for the other movies were done and the movie had come on, everyone sat down and focused on the movie. You turned your head to see Bakugo glaring at you. "What..." You questioned with an attitude. "You forgot the popcorn idiot" Then you started arguing about whose fault it was until Mina told you both to shut up while the movie was playing. Yall eventually stopped mean-mugging each other and finally paid attention to the movie.

Denki

Your mom is so cool.

Literally had a house party for her friends, your friends, your friends friends, neighborhood friends, your childhood friends, and who ever wanted to come in.

Your mom and dad are having so much fun while you and your friends are in your room playing truth or dare.

Everyone is having a good time until you and denki (who is your crush right now) is dared to take a trip to the convienence store

It would be mina 😒 (always in somebody buisness)

You and Denki had been dared to take a trip to the convenience store alone. You've had the fattest crush on him since you first met him. But how every cheesy movie goes you're too scared to confess 🙄. The convenience store is not far away from your house, just a 5 to 8-minute walk. You and Denki were already really close so yall was talking and joking around. Halfway to the store, you got tired. (lazy) Gladly a bench was nearby so yall both took a break. It was 3 in the morning so of course yall are gonna be sleepy. Yall are just babbling to each other hen something unexpected happened. "Ya know Y/N... I like you a lot..." He smacks his hand over his mouth almost immediately after. Your jaw drops in awe hoping he really meant it. You turn to look at him to see him blushing. Gosh if you COULD blush you'd be red as a watermelon. (#quirky) You realized how awkward it is without you answering. "Well, I like you too..." His face becoming relieved after hearing you say that. "Well, uh, do you wanna go out with me..." He asks hesitantly. "Of course, but don't tell anyone..." You say shyly. Well nobody would know if everyone wasn't hiding behind the bush next to the bench. Surprisingly they hadn't caused any noise. But once they heard that Mina jumped up and cheered her loudest. "YES, FINALLY I CAN STOP LISTENING TO HOW MUCH Y/N HAS A CRUSH ON DENKI AND HOW MUCH Y/N LIKES HIM." Yea you'd definitely be red right now. Denki looks at you with a very ego boosted smirk. "oh really~!" He said confidently. "Don't get your hopes up we're not dating surprise and disappointment" You said jokingly. "I-" Denki said out of Everyone laughed including you, Denki seemed to notice this and began to smile. You were the one thing that made him happy.

Sero

Yall didn't expect to stay for this long...

Yea you practiced longer on purpose but it was because of ✨him✨

So now its 3 in the morning, and y?our practicing for your skateboard tournament in a couple of days.

Of course sero, your guy friend CRUSH, would help you out being the gentleman he is 😌

Gosh, you were so weak. You've been practicing since 10 last night with Sero and you still haven't gotten your tricks mastered. At this point, you might as well unsign your name from the registry because you needed this to even qualify. Luckily your awesome friend is a pro and can teach you how to perfectly get that trick down. But it's been hours since you've tried or at least put effort into it. "Y/N your so lazy, you keep taking breaks every two seconds." Sero wailed. "Whatever it's not like I'll get this stupid thing anytime soon anyway..." Sero was tired of your stubborn, bratty, lazy attitude, so he grabbed you by the arm and got you up. "We are skating to the store quick, come on." You rolled your baggy eyes tossing your Monster Energy drink, that you finished hours ago, into the trash (#imnotlikeothergirls🤪) You picked up your F/C Skateboard and skated behind Sero. Once you arrived at the store you both got some more energy drinks and a lot of snacks. Both of you are exhausted. The lines seemed so long, it took forever just to get some drinks and some candy. When yall skated back it felt like you guys were on a forever pathway to nowhere. Both of you are dazed by the lack of sleep and the amount of caffeine you'd have to consume to get back awake. If sleep wasn't a thing this would be done in no time. By the time ya'll get to the park again your both warn out. But Sero is determined to help make you win. "I have an idea. Every time you try, you get a reward" You immediately lookup. "Like whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?" "Hmmm, you'll have to try to find out," He said with a smirk. After that, you never worked so hard in your life for a man. 💀 After trying your hardest all night you go to Sero for your reward. "So what's my reward!?" Out of nowhere soft lips connect to yours. Wow, you didn't expect his reward to be a kiss. But are you complaining, NO! After you pull away you confess your crush to him and of course, he likes you back! Ever since that day you've always trained your hardest, never knowing when he might kiss you again.

Aizawa

You and Aizawa have been married for a while

Your quirk is teleportation.

You both work at UA so...

The teachers and some heros are having a huge party appreciating all of your hard work

Students had been off all day so the teachers could get ready.

It wasn't top secret but it was a private event

But of course a certain someone has to ruin that.

Wow, you really thought you could get a day off. But no, they had to invite you and your very anti-social boyfriend. You both had been sleeping all day, waking up at 3 in the afternoon. You didn't even realize your phone had been going off since 8 this morning. Aizawa sighed lazily as you told him about the huge party that's happening at 10. You were about to get up, but he dragged you back down into the bed so he can stay resting longer. "Get off meeeeee, we gotta go." You said also just as drained of energy. "Noooooo, come back," Aizawa said. He lazily succeeded in bringing you back to the comfy bed, his warmth heating you up as you drift off back to sleep. Bad idea... very bad idea. Because when you got back up it was 8 pm. Not to mention Hawks was banging on your balcony window trying to wake you up. Looking outside you see the night sky realizing how late your "quick nap" was. "UHH Y/N YOU AND AIZAWA ARE GONNA BE LATE YOU BETTER GET UP!" Hawks spoke. You gave him a nod and shooed him away. You looked over to Aizawa who is still asleep. You shook him as hard as you could and tried your best to awaken him. When he did wake up you were rushing to get ready, trying to find a matching outfit. "Ugh, why all of a sudden our clothes don't match?!" You said frustratedly. "Let's go to the mall," Aizawa said. You agreed and teleported to the nearest mall with matching suits and dresses. It took you about an hour and you're just now getting home. You got dressed and made your way to the party. At this time it was midnight and you just arrived. "Y/N YOUR SO LATE!" Mirko exclaimed. "heh we woke up late ya know..." you said very embarrassedly. After a couple of hours, you and Aizawa left. It was around 3 and you were too hungry to pass up the gas station. Of course, you wouldn't normally see pro-heroes in a gas station, but you were so desperate and hungry. But you didn't realize which gas station you went to. This was the gas station that Aizawa confessed to you at, back when ya'll were teens. It was so euphoric to be here right now. "Y/n come on we gotta go home," Aizawa said. "I think I want to stay for a while." You said happily. You both sat on the curb and talked mindlessly to each other. You didn't even realize that the sun was coming up. "I guess we can go now." You said. "Yea come on." He replied. ya'll leave and went back home where you both got plenty more rest than yesterday.

Dabi

You and are very close colleagues (lovers)

You knew him before he joined the league

You both would alwas go the nearby pond at night

But tonight you have to make a quick stop at the store for some cigarettes

"Y/n, you want a pack?" Dabi said quietly so nobody could hear him. You both were wanted villains so of course, you had to be in disguise. "Nah I don't smoke." You said. You were trying to get out as soon as possible, not wanting to get caught. He stuffed a pack in his pocket while u put a drink in your jacket. You guys were headed out until you heard a gasp. You quickly turned around fearing you had been caught and ready to flee. Before you could Dabi grabbed you by your hoodie and ran. You hopped into a car and drove off immediately. You didn't plan on fighting today but it looked like you had to. Speeding down the street as sirens blared across town. Swerving in and out of traffic, going lane to lane. You hadn't joined right after him, but you did eventually about a month ago, so you weren't accustomed to this type of life yet. Dabi is a natural at this, makes a turn into a gated area leading the police off-road. He sticks his hand out the window letting flames rip out of his hand, burning the cop cars to pieces. Slowing down you realize where you are now. The pond looking the same as usual. One thing Dabi knew how to do was turn bad situations good. (me when I lie) When you both got closer to the pond he put his arm over your shoulder. "Remember when we met here," Dabi said. "Yea, we came here almost every day." You said, remembering when you both stumbled across each other. "I'm glad I met you-" Dabi said interrupted by his phone vibrating. "Hello?" Dabi answered. "You and y/n just caused chaos on tv..." Shigaraki said. "Yea what about it..." Dabi said with a bratty tone. "They have your license plate number, so they can track you'll down now..." Shigiraki said disappointingly. You and Dabi looked at each other. "Well I guess we're walking back..." you said wearily. "Yea, plus I need ya'll right now so make it quick," Shigiraki said before hanging up the phone. You both stood up and got to walking, hoping the base wasn't as far as you thought.

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[katyasrussianaccent]

you're so golden (corpse x reader)

Summary: You're a faceless youtuber that sings cover songs. What happens when a certain faceless streamer slides into your DMs after you cover one of his songs?

Author's Note: Don't hate me! This was gonna be a cute chapter but then I decided against that. Credit to @moontwinkles for the spilling scene idea. Let me know what you think!

Masterlist

The sound of your alarm wakes you from your slumber with a suddenness. Bleary-eyed, you roll over to turn it off, letting out a small sigh as your body and brain start to awaken. You’re going to meet Corpse. You’re going to meet Corpse. It bares repeating in your mind; the prospect still not quite registering.

You haven’t had the greatest sleep, your mind racing most of the night; skittish little thoughts that had you tapping your toes on the mattress in agitation as you struggled to turn them off. Sunlight streams through the cracks in your blinds, a warm glow painted in stripes on your wall. It was going to be a good day, tiredness be damned.

You get up, stretching your arms out as wide as possible and relishing in the relief as your muscles unclench themselves. There’s a little spring in your step as you walk to the bathroom, to wash your face and brush your teeth. You aren’t nervous as you pick out your favourite outfit, instead you feel excited. It’s funny how little scraps of fabric and thread can impact your mood so much, but you smile at your reflection, the feeling of confidence is nice, albeit rare.

The rumbling in your stomach signals that you need to eat something before you leave. Nothing too fancy, just some toast and a glass of juice. You can feel the nerves start to grow a little, the food sits heavy on your tongue, forcing you to swallow it. You grab your phone, scrolling as you chew. You go onto Corpse’s twitter, smiling at the picture he’s posted.

Out of curiosity, you go onto his likes. You always find his likes interesting; the random things he’s added gives you more of an insight to his thoughts and feelings. You chew the inside of your cheek as you scroll down past girls with perfect skin and bodies; your previous confidence now feels a little misplaced.

Deciding against letting it ruin your mood, you close the tab and go to grab your bag before locking your door and heading to your car. You text Rae to let her know you’re leaving and she replies almost immediately to wish you luck. Sitting in front of the steering wheel, you exhale as you start the engine and begin to drive. This was really happening. When Corpse had asked to meet, you were shocked. While you had discussed it, you had been under the assumption it would be a while before it happened. You just hope you don’t make an idiot of yourself; a tendency you had when you were nervous.

While you love the city, there’s something about driving on the open road. No noise, just the sound of tires on concrete. The scenery remains the same; nothing but trees and the occasional house far in the horizon. You’re meeting him in Santa Barbara; a place you’ve been to once in your life, so it might as well be brand new. It’s halfway between both of you, and while it’s still a few hours drive, you’ve got good music and some sunshine to keep you happy.

The drive flies in and before you know it, you’ve arrived. You’re meeting at a cafe that sells bubble tea; it was Corpse’s recommendation. It’s a charming little place, with white table and chairs on a cobbled patio area. The building itself is white brick, plant pots decorate the window sills and there’s a small crowd of people waiting in line. You turn off the engine, and grab the perfume out your bag, the smell of peaches invading your nostrils. With one last look at yourself, you exit your car and make your way to the cafe.

You’re not sure how you’ll find him, being faceless and all. A quick scan of the people around you, your eyes zero in on a figure dressed all in black, leaning against a wall that’s slightly in the shade. There’s butterflies in your stomach as you look at him from afar, your feet apparently unable to move on their own accord. He stands out amongst the brightly coloured outfits of everyone else, and you can see the sun glint against the chains on his jeans.

“Hi,” you greet, your hand going up to half-wave at him. He’s handsome; pale skin and cheekbones that disappear under the fabric of his mask. A mop of black curls are atop his head, falling out in different directions, and he brushes one off his forehead as he looks at you.

“Hey,” he replies and you smile a little. There’s a thick fog of awkwardness between you as you both take each other in, though trying not to look so obvious about it. You feel under scrutiny as his eyes move over you, and you meet his gaze before you both look down at the ground, a faint blush on your cheeks.

“How was the drive?,” you ask at the same time he does, causing you both to laugh. “Oh. Uh yeah it was good, thanks, how was yours?”

“Yeah it was good,” he replies, his eyes still on the ground.

“That’s good.”

“Yeah.”

You scream internally as your eyes dart around, looking for something, anything to break this awkwardness. It shouldn’t be like this, you have such great chemistry on the phone and online, but there’s nothing right now. Is it you? There’s a niggling in your brain that says he was fine until now; until he saw you.

“We could go, uh, into the cafe? Get some food?” he suggests, breaking you from your self deprecating thoughts. You nod and you follow him to the door. He opens it and you dodge out the way as it narrowly escapes hitting you in the face. Corpse mutters an apology as he walks in, his eyes glued to the ground.

You order together; you get yourself a boba tea and a burger and Corpse does the same. He pays without saying anything to you, and while the day’s isn’t going quite as you pictured, the gesture makes your cheeks warm. You desperately hope it gets better. Maybe you’ve misread the situation and the chemistry you felt you had was just friendship on his part. Friends flirt all the time, and it doesn’t have to mean anything.

Your food arrives and you sit in relative silence as you eat. The times you do speak is stilted, full of one word answers and obvious observations. You go to reach for your boba as Corpse goes to grab salt, and the movement of his hand plus the crampedness of the table pushes your own hand back towards you, knocking the cup all over your neck and chest. Corpse shoots up in a speed that shouldn’t be human, his hand full of napkins as he comes towards you. The liquid is cold against your skin, and you look down to see your outfit now ruined, the fabric sticking to you in wet patches.

“I’m such a fucking idiot, I’m so sorry,” Corpse says, his tone panicky as he dabs at your neck. He continues to dab, his hands pressing at the neckline of your top and if this was another time, you’d feel all fluttery at his hands on your skin. But it’s not, you’re uncomfortable and the day has sucked so far and all you want to do is go home. He discards the napkin onto the table and grabs another, his fingers warm against your collarbone as he presses the tissue. He doesn’t realise that he’s travelling downwards to your chest before he presses once, twice, before retracting his hand back like he’s been burned, the napkin falling to the floor. “Uh fuck, sorry, I didn’t realise I - “

“It’s fine,” you reassure him. “I’ve always wanted apple scented boobs, guess I can check that off my bucket list.” It’s a failed joke but humour is a defence mechanism for you, even if it’s not very funny. Corpse widens his eyes a little, his gaze fixed on the napkin that’s on the floor.

He hands you some more napkins and you clean up a little more. Your skin feels sticky, and you smell of artificial apple; but the apple isn’t sweet, it’s bitter and slightly unpleasant.

“Uh, I should probably go home and get a shower, I feel like I fell into a vat of sugar,” you say, standing up and grabbing your bag.

“Oh, yeah, I’m so fucking sorry, I’m so clumsy,” Corpse replies. You can tell he feels awful, and while you sympathise, he’s not the one that’s just had almost a full cup of boba spilled on him.

You shake your head, “It’s fine, really. I just feel really gross. Don’t worry about it.” You smile in what you hope comes across as reassurance.

“Let me walk you back to your car,” he says. You nod and walk out together in silence; something you had gotten used to throughout the day.

“Have a safe drive back,” you say as you get to your car.

“I will. Let me know when you get home?” he asks, and you nod.

“Shall do. Goodbye Corpse,” you say, opening the door and waving at him through the window. He waves back and you watch him through the rearview mirror as he disappears out of sight. You feel like an idiot for believing this was going to be good, like you ever had a chance with him. You’d been saying it since the start; that it wouldn’t work, you had nothing in common, nothing to talk about. And you were right. Sometimes you hated being right.

You turn the engine on and sit there for a second, your head pressing against the steering wheel. What a waste of time this was. Grabbing your phone, you tweet quickly.

“Oh well, let’s go wallow in self pity,” you whisper before driving off.

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[kaylans-imagines]

0. i hate her

pairing: peter b. parker x fem! reader

synopsis: in which y/n hates everything about peter parker, especially the way she can’t really hate him

↳ loosely based on the movie with the same title

warnings: cursing, fluff, a generous amount of angst, peter's an asshole, y/n's an asshole, familial death, incarceration. i don't know if there's more.

chapter warnings: cursing, starts off slow, flash.

series masterlist

*gif credits to the rightful owner*

The brisk air of the changing seasons accompanied Peter as he made his way to the school entrance from the train stop. His headphones sat snuggly inside his ears, playing a song that made the usually lonely journey to school less so. Ned didn’t take the same route as he did, so he had no one to talk to or make the trek to school less boring. He didn’t mind it; it gave him time to think and even finish school work. Still, sometimes he wanted someone by his side so he could discuss whatever was on his mind that day or ask questions whenever an assignment didn’t make sense.

The long ride to the school did give him time to people watch. There were times when he would deduce who could be a possible threat. Other times, he would simply look at people and try to figure out their stories without actually talking to them. The old lady who brought her cat onto the subway had severe separation anxiety caused by her estranged son. The man with exhausted eyes who looked like he was on the brink of passing out on his seat had a newborn daughter at home. And Peter was just trying to get to school, along with the other teenager on the subway. He didn’t talk to him, they were on entirely different wavelengths, but there was an understanding between the two of them. Whenever they saw each other, they would nod their heads in greeting. They would always sit one seat away from one another, and if the other was running late, they would wait.

He made his way up the stairs and towards the school, turning up the volume as a way to tune out the sounds of high school that he hated. The cheery rhymes that left the sounds of the cheerleaders to the arguing of students over who was right; he hated them before the bite, and he especially despised them now that he had hypersensitive hearing. Sighing in annoyance, he looked both ways before crossing the street only to rush forward as a car came barreling down the road.

“I swear to god, Y/N!” he heard her sister, Juliette, shriek, “we almost killed him!”

“But we didn’t. If you’re going to complain about my driving, then you can take the bus, Jules,”

“You almost killed someone!” Peter heard her exclaim. He could feel the way Y/N rolled her eyes.

“It’s only Peter,” she stated, making eye contact with him through the rearview as she let students pass, “who cares if he gets slightly scuffled?”

“You have literal issues,” Julie gasped. The car sped down the road, leaving Peter alone with a slightly elevated heart rate and irritation laced in his bones. It was the first day of school, and he nearly got run over. And by his ex-best friend turned enemy at that. He couldn’t wait to complain to Ned.

Their dynamic had changed, and Peter blamed her. They became friends because of Y/N’s grandmother and May in kindergarten. They were two birds of a feather until halfway towards seventh grade when Y/N became snippy and ruined what Peter thought was their perfect friendship. They drifted apart, and he blamed her for it breaking apart. He watched as she became someone he didn’t know anymore and left him behind. He just didn’t think it was fair for her to act self-righteous when she ruined their relationship.

“You okay, Pete?” Ned questioned as he fell into step with Peter, who was fuming with irritation.

“Yeah, just almost got run over by Midtown’s resident ice bitch,” he gritted. Ned nodded in response. He was friends with both Peter and Y/N once upon a time. Still, after everything she had put them through and the abrupt way she ended their friendship, he sided with Peter and subsequently lost a friend. He figured it was for the best. He wasn’t as resentful as Peter was—his friendship with Y/N hadn’t been built in kindergarten—but he still didn’t appreciate her actions.

“Oh,” he nodded in understanding, “are you okay at least?”

“Yeah, but it did sorta ruin my mood,” Peter confessed. He was having a pretty good morning until his reflexes were put to the test. He woke up on the right side of the bed and had time to eat breakfast with May before she went to work. The walk towards the subway station was nice; he said hi to everyone he usually greeted and even got a muffin from the lady with the three-year-old daughter. Then the subway wasn’t as busy as it usually was, so he wasn’t squashed next to the man with the foul body odor and could actually sit down. All of that happiness came crashing down the second he saw her in her car, looking unapologetic for nearly killing him and then dismissing her sister for chastising her.

“Well, get happy, my arachnid friend, because I heard some exciting news,” Ned smiled, poking him on the arm as they walked to their first class.

“What?”

“You’re top of our class, which means you’re a shoo-in for valedictorian,” Ned said excitedly. Peter grinned at that. All of his hard work would finally be noticed and celebrated. He had been working on greeting his class for four years, doing extracurriculars, and taking on extra projects for grade boosts. Sometimes he even stayed after school to help his teachers grade papers or help the librarian sort the books back into their respective spots on the shelves. It would all be worth it in the end after he finally reached the goal he had set for himself his freshman year.

There was a snag in his plans. While he may have been top of his class, that didn’t mean that he couldn’t be pushed from his place. Y/N Y/L/N was the smartest girl at Midtown. She was everything he wasn’t. She was popular—if the excessive amounts of clubs she was part of were any indication. She was social—everyone talked about the interactions they had with Midtown’s princess. She was everywhere, and nothing Peter was. She was the head of the planning committee, and everyone knew that any school party planned by Y/N Y/L/N never disappointed. Peter couldn’t compete. He found peace in knowing that he was slightly better than her at academics.

The two continued walking in silence, content with the atmosphere they had created after finding out that Peter would finally have something go his way for once. He figured it was the least the universe could do for him. He had lost both parents before he could make memories with them, then he lost his best friend, and then he got bitten by a spider that changed his life; for better or for worse, he didn’t know. Being valedictorian wouldn’t take away the hurt the world inflicted on him, but it would make him feel somewhat better.

With a skip in his step, he walked into class with a grin so large, he didn’t think anything could bring him down. Of course, he thought wrong. His English teacher had to make a day he felt he could turn around into one he wished would end faster.

“It’s about time you all had a project—the topic of discussion, poetry. You will be partnered up and tasked with reading and creating your own poems by the end of the month,” she paused, waiting for her class to stop looking at one another and whispering amongst themselves, “I’ve already chosen your partners, so it would do you all some good to stop getting your hopes up and listen.”

With that, the high schoolers shifted in their seats and gave their attention back to their teacher. She was good at pairing up students who were cordial with one another and worked well together. Friendships usually sparked from her partnering, sometimes even relationships. So Peter, and the rest of the class, weren’t as annoyed as they wanted to be. They knew she wouldn’t let them down. Peter waited eagerly as she listed off students who would be working together. He hoped he got paired up with someone who matched his work ethic or someone he got along with.

“Peter Parker, you will be with Y/N Y/L/N,” and just like that, he hated English class and lost all faith in his teacher. He looked across the room to where the said girl was seated. She was writing in her planner—Peter was sure she was planning Ms. Ingrid’s death—but she looked up when her name was called. She turned her head and met Peter’s eyes, unamused and bored. She shook her head and looked at her planner once again. Peter took that as a sign to do the same and focus on anything other than his rising anger.

Peter watched as everyone moved to meet their partners, many of them happily talking to one another. He was stubborn. He decided that if she wasn’t going to make an effort to push aside whatever hatred she had towards him and talk to him for the sake of their grades, he wasn’t going to. He was going to sit in his seat and read a poem from the packet his teacher had handed out. Just because he had a lousy partner didn’t mean his grade had to suffer. He would complete the project by himself if he had to.

“Mister Parker, last I checked, you were to be working with Miss Y/L/N,” Miss Ingrid quipped as she walked to Peter’s desk with a teasing smile.

“Actually, Miss, I was hoping I could talk to you about that?” He asked. He liked Miss Ingrid. She was understanding and compassionate, and she didn’t talk down to her students as if they were children.

“Something wrong, Peter?” she asked, concerned. Peter felt bad. He knew he was petty, and his favorite teacher didn’t need to be pulled down to his level. But he couldn’t bring himself to work with someone who didn’t want to work with him. That usually meant he was left to do the work by himself and watch the other person still get credit. It infuriated him so much he would rather do the project himself from the start.

“Yeah, um, I can’t work with Y/N,” he muttered, smiling at her with an embarrassed smile. Peter admitted it sounded stupid and childish when said aloud, but he had his reasons.

“And, pray tell, Peter, why not?”

“I just don’t think we would work well together,” he confessed. Seeing the look on her face, Peter was quick to defend himself more, “and I just don’t want to do the work for someone else and have them get credit for doing nothing. So, if it’s alright with you, Miss Ingrid, I would like to work on this on my own.” He was practically begging. Hoping she would agree.

“I’m sorry, Peter, but this is a partner project. To lessen the workload,” she sighed, “besides, I don’t think you have anything to worry about with Y/N; she’s very good at doing her share.” She stood up with those final words and tapped the table before standing up and sending him a smile. He sighed, putting his head down and looking at his desk in annoyance. He looked up when a book landed on his desk. Closing his eyes to keep himself from exploding at whoever shattered his tranquility, he was met with eyes he used to find joy looking into. Now, he never wanted to look into them ever again.

“We’re partners. I don’t like it, you don’t like it, but we have to do it otherwise, our grades will plummet, and you can’t afford that if you want to be valedictorian. So, we’re going to push our difference aside for this one project and do it, so we never have to talk to again,” she said curtly.

That left no room for argument, which caused Peter to nod his head in agreement. She was right; he couldn’t afford to lose the one thing he was looking forward to being. Sighing deeply, he motioned for her to sit down and opened the book she threw on his desk. She took a seat beside him and opened another poetry book, focusing on the words written on the paper and trying to plan their poem out. They had to get a good grade; she didn’t want him to blame her for something else.

Despite his annoyance and hatred towards her, he couldn’t help but glance up from the book he was reading. Of course, he had seen her around, it was hard to ignore one of the most known girls in the school, but he had never taken the time to admire her. His anger and betrayal kept him from doing so. She still had the same gleeful look in her eyes and the confident aura around her. Time had done her well. She had lost her kidlike features, and it was evident that she had matured. He would be a liar if he said she wasn’t pretty, and even that didn’t truly justify it.

When the bell signaled the end of class, Peter quickly grabbed his belongings and left the classroom. He didn’t stop to wait for anyone, much less Y/N. Their only interactions would be in the English room, a controlled space where she couldn’t kill him for so much as breathing in her direction. Walking towards his locker, he heard the noises of people as they navigated the busy halls of the school. Stopping at his locker with a sigh, he leaned his head on the cool metal. The day had been long, and he shrill had six other classes to go to.

A tap on his shoulder made him pick up his head. Y/N stood in front of him, bouncing on her feet as she played with her fingers.

“You left before I could ask when you can meet up. The faster we get this done, the faster we can stop being around one another,” she quipped. “I’m free on Friday after school.”

“I’m not. I have the Stark internship,”

She rolled her eyes at his response, “okay and? We need to get this done so we can go back to never speaking to each other. I’m sure Tony Stark will understand that you need to take one day off to do a school project.”

“Not happening. I don’t know if you know this, but you’re not worth losing the internship over,” he jibed. He missed the look of hurt that flashed on her face. She shook her head and scoffed.

“Well, we need to get this done. Either we work on this stupid project on Friday, or we’re both failing,” she reminded before walking away. Peter groaned and banged his head on the now open door. He ignored the looks he got from his locker neighbors and kept his head buried in the empty space. Friday’s were the days he went into the Avenger’s compound and actively worked in the lab with Tony after he finished his Spider-Man duties; the last thing he wanted to do was infect the compound with her hatred and bad vibes.

He didn’t want to invite her, but he had been working on something with Tony for the past two weeks that he needed to finish. He figured he could get some work done while someone gave her a tour around the facility—probably Steve. He was easy to convince—then he would work on the English project with her and beg father time to go faster. She was right; the quicker they finished their work, the faster he could go back to hating her. With another groan, he picked up his head and closed his locker, rushing after Y/N and grabbing her by the wrist when he caught her before she slipped into her next class.

“Friday. We’ll meet after school in the parking lot and go to the Avenger’s facility. You can drive, right?” she nodded and pulled her hand out of his grip, glaring at him.

“Don’t ever grab me like that again,” she sneered, “but fine, whatever. I have to drop Jules off at home first though, is that gonna be a problem, Peter?” He knew she wasn’t asking him.

“No, whatever,” she nodded curtly and walked in, not sparing him a glance. He shook his head and walked away. Anger seeped into his bones, and annoyance clouded his head. The following weeks were going to be torture. He just knew. There was nothing worse than being forced to work with someone the person despised.

“Hey, Penis Parker!” there are worse things, apparently. He breathed out through his nose and turned around, meeting his eyes. He knew if he ignored Flash, he wouldn’t give up. He was relentless, and his voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard.

“What, Flash?” he ground out. Flash skidded to a stop beside him with a sick smile on his face.

“I heard from a little birdie that you were partnered up with Midtwon’s resident Princess,” he started.

“Yeah, so?” he questioned. He wanted out of the conversation as soon as possible. He didn’t want to talk to his bully about his enemy. That didn’t sound like a fun Tuesday.

“So, you can help me,”

“One, why would I help you with anything?” he questioned, “and two, I’m going to regret asking, but what could I possibly help you with?”

“Because I have something you might like, and you’re going to help me get Jules Y/L/N to go to the Fall Dance with me,” Peter paused in his step and furrowed his eyebrows.

“Okay, so what does that have to do with me being partners with Y/N? Can’t you just ask Jules?”

Flash snorted, “you’re an idiot, Parker. You don’t just ask the Jules Y/L/N out, okay? Everyone knows that Y/N tells her every negative thing about the guys at Midtown to keep her uninterested and that they’re always together.” He stated.

“I’m still not sure where I fall into this or what you could possibly offer me in return,”

“I’m glad you asked,” Peter rolled his eyes but continued listening, “if you can get Y/N to, I don’t know, fall in love with you so she eases off her ‘I hate the men at Midtown’ rhetoric, then I can swoop in and take Jules to the dance without a hitch.”

“And what do I get in return?”

“Two hundred bucks does wonders for the poor, no?” Flash snarked.

“Three hundred, and you’ve got yourself a deal, Eugene,” Peter smirked. Flash blinked in anger but nodded his head anyway, reaching his hand out and shaking it. Flash walked away and left Peter in the empty hallway, rethinking everything he had agreed to. It was cruel and harsh. Sure, Y/N had stopped being his friend and became a bitch towards him, but he would be playing with someone’s feelings. Then again, three hundred dollars could help May with the bills, and it would be retribution for all the shit Y/N had put him through.

He was going to do it, and he wouldn’t allow himself to feel guilty for it. Because it was her, and she deserved to feel some of the pain she had put him through.

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[darter-blue]

Stucky/ Shrunkyclunks/ fluff

Read it here on ao3

Or part one, two, three, four , five and six on tumblr

Steve

Steve’s mind comes back to consciousness in increments. The first thing he notices is the warmth. A warm body tucked up against him, soft hair against his skin, an arm around his waist. He knows, or his body knows, that this is nothing to fear. This is the same warmth and softness that he fell asleep wrapped around. This is the same feeling of contentment and belonging that he let his heart rest to last night.

But he slowly becomes aware that the body resting against his is not quite so relaxed.

He feels Bucky’s body tense. Feels his diaphragm stop mid breath, feels the length of him coil and stiffen as he wakes up and finds himself pressed against Steve.

Bucky doesn’t remember.

Steve feels his own calm start to recede, he freezes too, and the two of them are lying together, Bucky across Steve’s chest, one leg between Steve’s, holding their breath and waiting.

With no idea what they’re waiting for.

Bucky is the first to move - he pushes back and away to prop his body up and look down at Steve.

His expression morphs from confused to surprised to sheepish in a matter of seconds, skin blushing an adorable rose, his eyelashes dark against the olive tone of his cheeks as he lowers his eyes.

Steve commits the image to memory even as his heart plummets into his stomach.

Bucky doesn’t remember.

Steve won’t get to keep this.

‘Umm… hey,’ Bucky says, looking back up at Steve and biting his lip. ‘Good morning?’

‘Morning,’ Steve says slowly, carefully. He looks over to the clock on his nightstand and balks at the time. ‘Oh…’ It’s already nine - they were supposed to go and pick up the paperwork from Mavis. They were supposed to get breakfast together - ‘We’ll miss breakfast.’

‘Oh no!’ Bucky says, jumping up and out of the bed. ‘Oh, my flight leaves in two hours!’

Steve is left alone in bed, the warmth leaching out from where Bucky has tossed the covers back. He sits himself up and leans back against the headboard. He’s not sure what to do, whether to offer to drive him to the airport (he has Tony’s car, and Thor can get back on his own) or to explain that they’ll need to unsign their paperwork.

They’ll have to ask Mavis how to undo it.

She’s going to be devastated.

‘Are you-’ Bucky starts to ask as he looks back over at Steve and freezes. He looks Steve up and down. Steve who is now sitting up in nothing but his underwear, the covers gone, and Bucky has his mouth hanging open as his eyes travel across all the skin that Steve has on display. ‘Uhh… I, we… oh shit,’ he jumps as his phone beeps at him from the pocket of his pants Steve had folded up for him last night.

He dives for his phone and checks the message. Types back furiously and then looks back up at Steve.

And then he freezes yet again as he flexes the fingers on his left hand. Sees the ring.

He looks over at the t-shirts that have toppled to the floor as he pulled his phone free, down at his own state of undress, and then back at Steve again.

‘Umm…’

‘We uh-’

Bucky’s phone beeps again and he hisses a bad word as he checks it and types back.

‘Sorry,’ he says, looking backup at Steve, ‘I’m um, I have to hurry,’ and he starts to drag his jeans on, grabs at the t-shirts, looks around and can’t see that there’s any other clothes - another thing they’ll have to pick up from Mavis - and pulls the pink ‘groom’ shirt on over his head.

Steve doesn’t know how to correct him, tell him that’s Steve’s shirt.

His heart sinks just a little bit further.

‘Bucky tucks his phone into his back pocket and runs a hand through his hair, turning his head to search for something, and makes a little ‘ah’ noise when he spots the bathroom. He dashes in, Steve can hear him exclaim again at the size of the enormous shower, and then ducks his head out from the door to look over at Steve, still in bed. One eyebrow raised quizzically. ‘Are you coming?’

‘Where?’ Steve asks, confused.

‘To breakfast!’ Bucky says, his head disappearing and then reappearing as Steve hears him running water in the sink, ‘We have just enough time to get the free buffet before I have to get my stuff from my room and head to the airport.’

Breakfast with Bucky? Steve is jumping out of bed too, ripping his jeans on and squeezing himself into Bucky’s smaller t-shirt. Not caring that it doesn’t even fully cover his stomach. ‘Yes!’ he says, hopping on one foot as he pulls his shoes on, ‘yes, I’m coming!’

He rushes through washing his face and grabbing his room key, herding them out and pulling the door shut behind them as they head to the elevator, the elevator that has him blushing just standing in with Bucky again - he can feel the heat in his cheeks - and press level one for the casino diner.

They stand awkwardly next to each other. Not pressed together, At least a foot of distance between them, and Steve has to swallow down his disappointment.

Bucky has asked him to breakfast, this is not nothing.

He needs to steal whatever time Bucky will give him. He needs to not ruin this with too many thoughts.

He could say something though. He should say something.

‘Are you… do you…’ Steve tries to get the words to come out right, but it’s not working.

Bucky looks up at him, adorable eyebrow raised, hands in his pockets and waits for Steve to finish, nods to show he’s listening.

Steve can’t do it. Can’t ask him what he remembers. Can’t face what Bucky might confirm.

‘Need a ride?’ he finally finishes with.

‘A ride?’

‘To the airport,’ Steve clarifies. ‘I can drive you, if you need.’

‘Oh,’ and Bucky’s face lights up, ‘that would be a life saver.’

Steve nods his head, enthusiastically agreeing.

A ride to the airport means more Bucky. Means maybe he can stretch for time. If Bucky misses his flight, Steve can just drive him all the way home. Wherever that might be. He doesn’t even know.

God.

He doesn’t even know where Bucky lives.

The elevator stops and they step out, one after the other weaving their way through bleary eyed travellers and wide eyed, backpacked tourists, and find themselves a booth to nab just as someone is leaving.

Someone who eyes Steve up and down, sees his ‘Elvis said we do!’ t-shirt, two sizes too small and hurries away, clicking madly into their phone as they bump into a table.

Bucky stares after the person looking a little perplexed, but ignores it in favour of clearing the abandoned dishes to the edge of the table and helping stack them as the waitress rushes over to take them for him.

‘Just grab a plate and help yourselves,’ she says, gesturing to the buffet with a nod of her head, ‘you’ve got about half an hour till they close.’

‘Thank you,’ Bucky says to the waitress, who smiles as she turns away, then back to Steve as he points with his thumb, ‘I better get some food.’

Steve’s stomach chooses that exact moment to rumble ridiculously loudly and Bucky’s smile intensifies.

‘You better get some too, big guy.’

He looks so sweet, Steve doesn’t have the heart to tell him his stomach is in knots because of Bucky.

But when it rumbles again he thinks maybe, actually, Bucky might have a point.

And the pancakes looked pretty good.

Steve is halfway through trying to bury his anxiety in a mouthful of maple soaked pancake when Bucky looks at him and says, ‘So…'

Steve freezes with the fork midway to his mouth, and waits for Bucky to say the words that will break his heart.

'Umm…' Bucky looks down at his hand and then holds it up to Steve, wiggling his ring finger, and the band it now carries, 'So this happened…'

Steve, terrified of how to answer that without scaring Bucky away, takes too deep a breath and inhales half of his pancake into his windpipe. He swallows a mouthful of juice to try and dislodge it, and finally gets himself under control enough to answer. 'Right, yes. That. That… happened.' he nods, looking down at his pancakes and desperately avoiding what Bucky might do once he knows the truth. 'And how do you… how do you ah… feel? About that?'

He waits with his head down… for an answer that Bucky gives enough time to have properly measured.

'I think… I mean I don't really remember exactly how this happened,'

Steve feels the weight of those words sink through him like lead. Until Bucky’s next words.

'Not that I mind,’ Bucky says, in more of a rush suddenly, ‘I was just thinking it might be nice to… have a refresher?'

And Steve snaps his head up to catch Bucky’s expression. Open. Honest. Warm. Everything Steve knows Bucky is. Everything that gives him hope that this could really happen. 'A refresher?'

And Bucky rushes ahead to explain himself. 'Only because we woke up so late and rushed down for breakfast and then… well it might be nice to go through exactly what happened last night again, in some detail…’

Steve is going to have to take him down to see Mavis-

‘Perhaps a full physical re-enactment?'

Steve isn’t sure what he means, retracing their steps exactly, the whole night? Even- Oh.

Oh.

Bucky doesn’t remember what didn’t happen last night. Bucky woke up next to Steve, both of them in nothing but their underwear, wrapped around each other, wedding rings and matching t-shirts and an awkward morning after and…

Bucky is looking at Steve with the most beautifully vulnerable expression, somewhere between salacious and embarrassed and Steve could honestly reach across the table and gather him up and never let him go.

Or he could take what time they’ve got left and finally get Bucky back to his room.

'You know, I'm feeling kind of full, and we do have at least another hour until check out…'

'Well we should use it wisely.' Bucky says, smile breaking out in full technicolour and Steve has to breathe. Has to be calm and controlled. Has to pull Bucky back to the elevator with the gentlest grip around his beautifully round bicep.

Bucky is looking up at Steve and clears his throat to ask quietly, 'I guess, I mean, since you're my husband now, I should like, actually know your name…?'

'Steve,' Steve answers, huffing a laugh at this crazy situation, 'Steve Rogers.'

'Well, Steve-Steve Rogers, I'm-'

'James Buchannan Barnes.'

'Right,' Bucky says, swallowing, 'You remember that huh?'

'Oh I remember everything.' Steve, bolstered by the way Bucky says Steve-Steve Rogers - as if those memories are there, waiting under the surface, bolstered by the evidence of how much Bucky really was being himself last night, dares to press in close. Close enough that he can feel Bucky’s heart beat, can feel how it increases as Steve moves closer still.

They reach the elevators and Steve’s nose is practically nuzzling Bucky’s hair. The doors open and he guides them inside, pushes Bucky up against the wall, close enough that their chests are pressed together, close enough to push a knee between Bucky’s thighs as the doors close.

As Steve lifts his hand to push a lock of stray hair behind Bucky’s ear, Bucky tilts his head and narrows his eyes.

'Steve Rogers? Why does that sound familiar?'

And Steve reaches over to pull the emergency stop button, lifts Bucky up and smiles as Bucky wraps his legs around Steve’s waist, smiles as his arms fly up to circle Steve’s neck, and presses him even further up against the wall of the elevator.

He almost never, in his life, has got to redo a moment like this. Take it back and make it perfect. He looks at Bucky and measures his words, lets his tone drip like honey, sweet and smooth and rich. 'Okay, don't be mad, baby, but, you've heard of Captain America, right?'

The way Bucky stares down at him. Not surprised, not upset, not greedy, just accepting. The way Steve can see the cogs turning in his head as he calculates what that means exactly, the way he raises his eyebrow and scrunches his lips and then makes a tiny little shrug of his shoulders.

It’s breathtaking.

'Sure, I've heard of him,' Bucky says, smiling and leaning forward. He presses a soft kiss to Steve's mouth, 'But I mostly want to hear more about Steve-Steve Rogers if you don't mind.'

Steve knows he’s smiling like an idiot but he doesn’t care. He’s so deep in this now there's no hope but to dig further.

‘I don’t mind,’ he says, leaning up to kiss Bucky again, ‘I’ll tell you anything you wanna know.’

‘Kinda wanna know what you plan to do with me in here,’ Bucky says, softly, between breaths as he nips at Steve’s lips, snakes his fingers up into Steve’s hair at the nape of his neck.

‘I have to confess, we didn’t actually get this far last night,’ Steve says, pulling back a little to look Bucky in the eye. Wanting to make sure he's fully informed.

‘We didn’t?’

Steve shakes his head.

‘But you want to?’

Steve nods, hard and fast and without a doubt. ‘Do you?’ He asks. He wants to be sure. He thinks he knows, but he wants to be sure.

‘So much,’Bucky says, smiling into Steve’s lips as he presses forward to kiss him again.

‘Wait,’ Steve says suddenly, pulling back again.

‘What?’ Bucky looks down at him with concern.

‘Your flight!’

‘Oh, fuck it,’ Bucky says with a laugh, ‘I’ll catch the next one.’

‘Are you sure?’

‘Absolutely,’ Bucky says, pulling Steve in closer and kissing him again, ‘I will hitch back to New York if I have to, this is worth it.’

‘New York?’ Steve says, shifting Bucky’s weight and pressing him further into the wall, ‘you live in New York?’ And he might be lighting up the entire Vegas powergrid with the power of his smile right now.

Bucky nods against Steve’s face as he kisses his cheek, his nose, and back down to his other cheek.

‘I could give you a ride all the way home.’

This time Bucky pulls back, pulling at Steve’s hair a little to put space between them, ‘Wait, what?’

‘I live in New York too. I can drive you home.’

‘You drove here?’

‘I mean… I took a jet, but Tony left me his car to drive home, said I should let my hair out… or down…’ Steve shakes his head, ‘either way. He wanted me to take my time coming home.’

‘And how long do you have the room for?’

‘As long as I want, probably…’

‘So we could… we could stay a whole nother day and night?’

Steve hadn’t even thought of that, had never even dreamed of it, but he wants it. He wants it all.

He nods and pushes forward, latches onto Bucky’s mouth and kisses not so gently this time, rocking his hips up into Bucky and biting and licking into his mouth.

‘Anything you want, Bucky, I’ll give you anything you want, always.’

‘Just this,’ Bucky says, kissing back with the same fervour, wrapping his legs tighter around Steve’s waist and pulling him closer, chasing that friction, ‘Just you.’

And Steve runs his hands up under Bucky’s shirt, desperate to feel him, desperate for the warmth of his skin, to be as close to him as possible. He mouths down Bucky’s stubbled chin and down his throat, drawing a gasping moan out of him, rocking up again at the sound of it.

‘Gonna wreck you in this elevator, baby,’

‘Yes,’ Bucky says, nodding and arching up into Steve, tipping his head back to expose the long line of his neck, to give Steve more room to suck and bite marks there.

‘God, I’ve been wanting to touch you like this all night, all morning.’

‘Me too,’ Bucky says, ‘I mean, I assume.’

Steve has to laugh, even as he sucks a searing bruise into Bucky’s throat.

‘Knowing me, I’ve been wanting this since the second I saw you.’

‘Yeah,’ Steve kisses the words up the other side of Bucky’s throat and into his cheek, ‘that sounds about right.’

Their bodies are rocking together, and the movement is desperate, filthy, Bucky’s breathing is short and fast and gasping, Steve can feel his heart beating out of his chest. He runs his hands all the way up Bucky’s stomach to put his palm over his heart, letting his finger brush again his nipple.

It sends a delicious shiver down Bucky’s entire body, Steve can feel the vibration of it.

‘Our bodies found each other, Bucky,’ he says, letting his erection slide against Bucky’s, not caring at the fabric between them, leaning into the pleasure-pain of the way his cock is straining against his pants, ‘Our particles are dancing again.’

‘Oh, I knew, I knew you,’ Bucky says, soft laughter in his voice, ‘I recognised your vibration.’

It makes Steve sigh into another kiss, fall into Bucky.

‘Like soulmates,’ Bucky whispers into Steve’s mouth, and that’s it, Steve is done for. It’s not even just the sensation of Bucky’s skin under his hands, the way Bucky is grinding into him, the way their bodies move together, the bitten off little moans Bucky makes as Steve teases at his nipples, mouths at his throat. It’s the idea of Bucky. That idea that even starting again this morning, Bucky can feel it, their connection.

He believes it.

It's real.

And Steve lets it go this time. His control. His fear.

He lets go and he lets the hope and the happiness and the overwhelming pleasure wash over him. Feels it gush out of him, and feels Bucky follow him over.

It's perfect.

It's everything.

Until something heavy lands on the roof of the elevator and rips off the maintenance hatch.

And Steve watches with growing horror as Tony Stark, in his Iron Man suit, pokes his head into the elevator and flips his face shield open.

'Well well well,' Tony says, shaking his head, smug smile on his irritatingly goatee’d face, 'I leave you alone for five minutes.'

Steve looks at Bucky, who is staring up at Tony with an open mouth and saucers for eyes, a ring on his finger and ‘groom’ on his chest. And yeah… okay.

This is going to be hard to explain.

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[imerdwarf]

Love At First Crash

Summary: your car gets taken to the repair shop where you meet the man who will repair it for you.

Prompt:

Pairing: Mechanic!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: flirting, mild angst, idiots in love, happy ending 🥰

Word Count: 2,128 (I AM SO SORRY)

Author's Notes: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club's Drunk Drabbles 💜 my first time writing for mechanic!Bucky, thank you so much @jobean12-blog for checking it and giving me your thoughts 💜

It's been just a few days since you've visited the repair shop and met the owner Bucky Barnes. His charming smile made your tummy feel like you had a swarm of butterflies fluttering around inside.

His tight white tank top was pulled so tightly across his chest that his pecs could be seen. His black jeans that sculptured around his thick thighs to show off those thigh muscles, his mechanical outfit was matched perfectly with his black boots.

Your footsteps echoed off the bare concrete walls and floors as you entered the repair shop back from the back entrance. The metal shutters with a dangling chain link was rolled halfway up and a dozen of motorcycles parked next to the doors.

The distant quiet music from the digital radio did very little to quieten your footsteps. Bucky had heard you and rolled himself out from underneath your car. He smirked up when he saw you approach him.

"Hey there doll." Bucky showed off his perfect pearly whites and that was the same smile that gave you the butterfly feeling.

"Hey Bucky," you smiled back and sheepishly shoved your hands in the front of your pockets. You had originally opted to call him James, but he beefy man insisted on Bucky since his close friends and family called him by that name and James had sounded so foreign to his ears.

Bucky stood up, his biceps flexing under his movements and you couldn't stop the creeping flush. You cleared your throat and looked at your car.

"She's looking good!" Bucky's smile grew wider by how excited and happy you were.

"Yes you are," he muttered under his breath but you heard him say something. Your head snaps towards him and grin.

"What did you just say?" Bucky blushed and now it was his turn to clear his throat and rub the back of his neck, unknowingly with his greasy padded fingertips which left a black streak.

"I said she is, she won't be too long in here actually, a few more days." He wanted to exhale his sigh of relief when you nodded your head and looked back at your car.

"Great, you're the best Bucky!"

Bucky was absolutely beaming from the praise but it wasn't a lie, Bucky really was the best. He was so the best in fact that you found yourself daydreaming about the beefy mechanic days after you visited him at the shop.

You were laying on your couch listening to the birds singing outside and staring up at the white ceiling with your hands resting on your stomach thinking about that gorgeous smile of his. You loved the way his hair was always slicked back into a bun and how his shirt was always grease stained, a sign of a hard working man. You knew he was working hard to get your car back on the road as soon as possible, he kept in touch to let you know how everything was going.

You were falling for him, fast and hard. He was all you could ever think about, he was all you dreamed about and he lived rent free in your head.

Your gut clenches from the thought that realistically, he is probably in a serious long-term relationship with a much more beautiful woman, one that must make him happy because he was always in a good mood and always smiling.

Your chances of ever being with him were really slim, and it was such a bitter pill to swallow. He was just a crush and that is all he would ever be. But it didn't stop you from creating scenarios in your head with him. What your evenings would look like cuddled on the couch watching movies, listening to music or just talking to each other. What kind of food you'd cook him, would he kiss you as a compliment? In your head he does.

You wonder what it would be like to have him underne—

"Y/N!" Wanda's voice suddenly breaks through your thoughts and you blink back to reality. You mumble a response and Wanda finds you laying on the couch staring up to nothing, again, "still daydreaming about your hot boyfriend?" She teases and you scoff, sitting up to glare at her.

"He is not my boyfriend. Never was, never will be." Your face drops when you said it out loud, as though it suddenly dawned on you.

"But you have a crush on him right?" Wanda pushes and you regret ever spilling the beans to her in the first place, of course she is never going to let this go.

"No." You lied.

"Then why does he make you look so sad?" Damn it Wanda, "look, I'm not here to pressure you but my brother is back in town and we are meeting at the bar tonight! He misses you and wants to see you!"

"Bucky misses me?!" You may have zoned out again thinking about Bucky. Wanda rolls her eyes and laughs lightly.

"No! Pietro! But I'm sure Bucky does kiss you... I mean miss you!"

You smiled, great now another thing to add to your scenarios.

"What time?"

"8pm sharp! Don't be late!" She kisses your cheek in a friendly manner before skipping out of your door and leaving you alone with your thoughts. You had a few more hours to lay here and do nothing but think about him.

***

The bar was crowded when you arrived and you headed towards the bar to order a drink when Pietro came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You screeched out when you turned around and saw it was him, pulling him into a tight hug and keeping your hands on his forearms as he kissed your cheeks.

It might have been innocent, but from where Bucky was stood, it seemed like the two of you were an item and his heart dropped into his stomach and his mood turned sour.

He had no idea you were with Pietro, he knew him because he's a well known lawyer with a lot of successful cases under his belt so he couldn't blame you for being with someone with a clean job while he went to work everyday in a greasy repair shop.

He's only met you a dozen times but he doesn't remember you ever smiling that brightly at him when you were in his repair shop.

"You're brooding." Natasha, one of Bucky's oldest friends told him as she sipped her dry red wine. Bucky rolled his eyes and swished his beer around in his hand.

"I'm fine." Bucky scoffed and turned his angle away from Natasha.

"You're in love." Bucky again rolls his eyes and tries to ignore her. He tries to ignore you both, he tries to contain the jealousy that desperately wants to come out and say something about the way you're not even pulling away from Pietro.

"I'm leaving," Bucky tells Natasha, chugging the rest of his beer before slamming the bottle down on a nearby table, he turns to Nat and points a finger in her face, "and don't follow me."

The catch-up with Pietro was nice, it's been a few years since you've seen each other and he was telling you about his new wife when you saw Bucky storm out of the bar over his shoulder. Your eyes widened, never even noticing he was here and oh god, how this must have looked. Your heart sunk when you saw a redhead follow in his direction, that must have been his girlfriend.

Your mood to stay in the bar any longer was diminished and now all you wanted to do was go home and be by yourself.

You excused yourself from Pietro's grip and bid Wanda a quick goodnight before making a quick exit out of the bar and heading straight home.

Your thoughts kept you up the whole night. You couldn't sleep and tossed and turned throughout the cold night. You kept thinking back to the way he stormed out of the bar, if only you had seen him sooner.

Wanda entered your home early the next morning to find you already sitting up at the kitchen table nursing a hot cup of coffee. You looked exhausted and she could tell you haven't slept.

"Hey." She whispers, putting her hand on your shoulder, "are you okay?" You nod your head and sigh, not being in the mood to talk about things right now.

"I'm fine, just tired from last night." It's a lie that Wanda seems to accept for now.

"Barnes called." Wanda sighs and your head snaps up, "your car is ready to be picked up. I'll go and get it for you so you can rest." You feel upset that he couldn't or didn't want to call you but called your emergency contact instead.

"O-kay."

"I'll be back in a bit!" Wanda leaves quickly, jumping into Pietro's car and rehearsing the conversation in her head before she confronted Bucky.

Bucky was wiping his dirty greased up fingertips on the rag he had stuffed in his back pocket when Wanda arrived with Pietro. He saw him drive off shortly after she got out and Bucky refrained from rolling his eyes.

He was probably going home to you. He thought selfishly to himself. He mustered the biggest smile he could but it didn't fool Wanda.

"Wanda."

"Barnes, you called?"

"Yeah, Y/N's car is ready."

"And you couldn't inform her why?" Wanda queried, noting the disappointing look that swam in his eyes.

"I didn't think Pietro would like that."

Wanda bent over and held her stomach as she laughed. Bucky's eyebrows pinched together in confusion, "What's so funny?" He snapped, angry at how this whole thing was completely unfair.

"I'm sorry- it's just- it's just- oh god- Pietro is my brother and he's married." Wanda said between breaths.

This only infuriated Bucky even further, "good for him but I don't need to know how happy they are together!" He needed to chill and calm down. Jealousy was not a good look.

"He isn't married to Y/N. She's single, has a crush on you, maybe even hopelessly in love with you but that's fine if you want to-"

"She's what?" Bucky asks shocked, there's no way a pretty dame like yourself could love him. He's too basic, too plain.

"Why don't you drop me home in Y/N's car and take her car back to her yourself and you'll see what I mean." It was an offer he couldn't refuse. If Wanda wasn't pulling his leg, and you really were single, he needed to get to you before someone else did.

***

It's been well over an hour since Wanda left to pick up your car. In that time, you managed to take a shower to release your tense muscles, take something for the pounding headache and change into an outfit.

You were really excited to get your car back, making a promise with yourself that you'll be a lot more careful this time and try not to get into more car crashes.

You heard the engine in your driveway and you leapt towards the front door with a smile on your face, your smile growing even wider when you saw it wasn't Wanda behind the wheel, but Bucky. You couldn't put your finger on why you were so happy to see him, maybe it was a little hope he didn't hate you after all.

He got out of the car and strolled up towards you with a matching smile on his own face. His hands were in his front pockets and he looked amazing dressed in all black with a black leather jacket.

"Hi!" Your dam almost breaks, you were awake the whole night worrying about what would happen and then he didn't call you himself this morning about your car, it was easy to jump to conclusions, "I'm so happy to see you."

"Doll, I'm sorry I didn't call- my thoughts- well, I mean my feelings got in the way and I let my jealousy shine brighter than the sun." He chuckled shyly.

"Please you don't need to explain, it's me who owes you an explanation. You see, Pietro and I are—"

"No need doll. Wanda told me everything. It's a pretty warm day, Steve is covering for me back at the shop and I wondered if you'd like to head down to the beach with me?"

You grinned and looked down to your feet before looking into his eyes again, "I can make a picnic?"

"Sounds like a date!"

"A date it is."

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Messy Liner- A Keigo Takami/Hawks × reader drabble

Warnings: none! Just endless fluff and Hawks being a clingy baby. Poorly edited.

Prespective: second person!

Sypnosis: After noticing that he was too tired to do his eyeliner correctly, you take it upon yourself to help Keigo so he goes to work on time.

Author's note: wrote this and now its 3 AM where I am. I'm going to go catch some ZZZs now. I hope you enjoy <3

Raising your head from your fluffy pillow, your eyes darted over to the door of the bathroom in your room. It was slightly open, making it completely normal to hear the water running. You could hear violent splashing, the sound of intense brushing immediately followed by complete silence. A completely still moment passed. It was eerie, how much time Keigo was spending in the bathroom. He usually takes two to three minutes inside. He was a fast-paced man as he was a pro-hero, so the delay was almost concerning. You were about call out his name, but he lazily appeared from around the corner, head staring right at the ground, hair a wet mess, in only a pair of black briefs and a red shirt, with a white towel around his neck.

His feathers were falling like cherry-blossom petals on a breezy spring day, on the ground with every step he took, making his usually glorious, protective red wings look more timid, dull. You couldn't help but notice that his eyes were closed as he walked towards the bed. Never has he ever looked so exahusted before. When he woke up, he had a habit of speed walking around the house to get things done faster, that would usually wake you up from how heavy his footsteps were, but not today. Today you woke up because how shockingly serene it was.

He sat down on the bed, making the comfortable mattress jump a little. Head facing his bedside table, Hawks opened one of the drawers and took out a black-liner pen and a magnifying mirror. He gently put down the mirror on the counter, adjusting it so he could see his eyes. What was abundantly clear in his reflection, was his drousniess. His head swayed from side to side, unable to stay steady. After trying his best to keep his head from falling to the side, he neared the eyeliner to his faded birthmarks to add the cosmetic, but as he fixed the wing, his -very- shaky hand failed him. "Tsk," The frustrated sound he let slip made you sit up. He was really good at doing his eyeliner, to the point where you ask him to do yours whenever you were going to an important gala together. His hands were always steady, accurate, he always knew what he was doing when it came to using his hands. But the exhaustion and drainage from yesterday's patrol obviously took a toll on him. 'You never know when to take a break..' You told him late at night, when your hand were smoothing his blonde locks, but he was already fast asleep. You observed him as he wiped the smudged wing, and try to do it again, only to fail -and almost poke his eye out. He let out a bothered sigh.

"Keigo.." You tapped his arm, and he looked over at you. His playful, golden, reinstone eyes were only halfway open, his lids heavy, and that cocky gleam in them were no where to be seen. "Give the pen to me," The demand was serious, but your tone was gentle, as not to startle him. You extended your hand, and he looked down at it, seemingly trying to connect the dots like you had just told him a hard riddle. He slowly gave you the eyeliner, then looked back up at you. "Put your head here and look up at me," Adjusting your position so both of you are comfortable and patting your lap, he acted just a bit faster this time, positioning his head upwards as you asked him to. You pushed the wet strands of blonde hair that stuck on his forehead, carefully began to trace the birthmarks with the pen.

The world was queit. Tranquil. The only thing you could hear were the beeping cars and sounds of the city. You didn't remember the last time Keigo was this calm and still. A cocky, intelligent, fast attitude. That's what originally attracted you to him in the first place. He always did everything so damn fast, and it was thrilling. Dating him has never felt boring. But even though you loved how he brought excitment into your life with how quick- paced he was, these rare moments where both of you were undisturbed, realxed in the comfort of your apartment...these were the moments you cherished deeply, that you held so closely to your heart.

You stopped for a minute, to take in the sight infront of you. Keigo looked so..indescribably beautiful, ethereal. His slightly sun-kissed skin gleamed under the single light ray entering the room through the open space between the curtains. His sharp eyes were shut close, letting you do your work without any bother. Crimson wings were spread on the bed, and his strong, lean arms wrapped around your figure. You put your hand in his hair, and he leaned into the touch, his cheeks going a dusty shade of pink. You smiled, and forced yourself to keep working on his eyeliner, even though you wanted this to last a lifetime.

After making sure the wings were symmetrical, you put the eyeliner on your counter, and turned to him, expecting him to finally wake up and throw a cheeky remark at you. Start flirting uncontrollably with you like he always did. Start kissing all over your face and body. But he didn't. Infact, he didn't move an inch off your lap. That whistled deep breathing of his and the way his wings rose and fell made you realise that he had fallen asleep again. You put one of your hands under his chin, and began scratching, in hopes that Keigo's ticklish nature would kick in and wake him up. But to your surprise, he groaned something uncoherable in delight, and angeled his head to get more of your touch.

"Keigo, baby, you need to wake up." You whispered, knowing that his busy work couldn't be delayed. Knowing that he wouldn't be happy if he was late. But for the first time, Keigo refused. "M..don't wanna.." He grumbled, like a child who was being forced to do something they didn't want to be doing. His grip tightened around your waist, and he buried his head in your shirt. An alarm bell rung in your head. You laid down to check if Keigo ruined his eyeliner, that you were barely able to fix and make it look like he did it. Thinking you laid back was an invitation to let him sleep, Keigo pulled your body down and laid his head on your chest. "M..warm.."

You stiffled your giggles, struggling to sit up. "Keigo, you need to go, you know that.."He didn't answer. You were not sure if he had truly fell asleep again or if he was ignoring you. "I'll be right here when you return, waiting for you.." Your fingers knit through his bangs. "But now you need to get up, other people are waiting for you.."

"But I don't want to.." Keigo replied, his eyes meeting with yours. The look in his eyes. It was innocent, desperate, needy for this moment to keep going. Needy for your touch and affection. "I want to..be here..always..with you.." That simple wish of his in his raspy, sleepy voice made your heart skip a beat. You didn't sense any sleep talk, only honesty.

You didn't know what to say. Both of you wanted to stay like this. In each other's arms, basking in each other's warmth as nothing but love filled the air around you. This was Keigo's idea of heaven.

"Mm..babybird.." He breathed in deeply, then let it all out, like he had been holding so much in for too long. "Can..we pretend..that everything is fine for just a few hours..?" The innocence in his request made you lay down. You were surprised that he asked you this, his sense of duty was always something that pushed him to get out of bed, but now it was diffrent. He didn't tell you what happened the day before, but all you knew that he was drained, drained enough not to eat and instead, bring you to bed with him so you could hold him. Drained enough to hold you this tightly, and wish for things that could only be achieved if you lived in another world.

You put your head down on the pillow, eyes closed, hand in Keigo's hair and the other on his bicep, your thumb doing circular movements on the firm muscle.

And as sleep began to cover your senses, you mumbled a few words, a few words that were enough to make Keigo smile in his slumber.

"Yeah...yeah, I guess we can.."

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