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[sunsburns]

four or five moments (ii.)

pairing: wade wilson/deadpool x fem!assassin!reader

summary: you're literally just trying to do your job, and it's going great so far, you've killed trask, all you have left is to stop that truck from leaving new york. few problems: deadpool can't stay dead, you're having a moral dilemma and why is that car getting closer? oh shit-!

—or: deadpool literally hits you with a car

word count: 4k+

warnings: fem reader, wade being nasty, flirting, sex jokes, canon violence, there isn't too much plot, blood, strange conversations about morality, wade being annoying, he also breaks the fourth wall a few times, i did not pre-read this pls bare with spelling mistakes

notes: i was peer pressured to write this. it literally strays off from the og plot so bad you get whiplash!!

part one

All you really need is four or five moments.

Four or five moments to prove that you're better than them, that you wouldn't stoop as low, to prove that an eye for an eye will only leave two people blind. No blood will bring mercy. No. But it might get you some peace of mind knowing that they can't hurt you anymore, knowing that there's one less asshole on the earth that's trying to hurt you and the people you care about. It is heartless, you're well aware, but you are not trained to have much of a heart, much less to care.

You remind yourself of that fact as lights blur into neon streaks and speeding vehicles race by. Your heart pounds in your chest, adrenaline sharpening your senses, and the stab wound on your leg becomes a distant throb.

You leap onto a motorcycle conveniently left unattended by a fleeing warehouse worker, hot-wiring it with practiced ease. The engine roars to life, and you peel out onto the road, weaving through traffic. The bike vibrates beneath you, a sleek, powerful beast responding to your every command.

Behind you, Deadpool is a persistent shadow. You catch glimpses of his red suit and mask as he commandeers a car, recklessly swerving through lanes to catch up to you. His determination is infuriating, but you can't afford to be distracted. You grit your teeth, focusing on the chase.

Your earpiece crackles to life, and a familiar voice comes through. "I've got eyes on your tracker," your handler says. "They're heading towards the docks. Be careful; we don't know if it's a set-up."

"Understood," you reply, voice steady despite the chaos.

As you near the docks, the industrial landscape looms ahead, a labyrinth of shipping containers and cranes casting long shadows in the dim light. The truck is just ahead, its taillights glowing like beacons.

You accelerate closer, and with one hand, you grab an energy gun, in a quick movement, you shoot at the truck doors, immediately regaining your grip on the handle afterwards. The doors fly open, revealing giant metal scraps and wooden crates.

You nearly curse, swerving out of the way when a pipe tumbles out from the back of the truck, crashing onto the road. The clang of metal on asphalt echoes in your ears. You slow down by the truck's blind spot, knowing you'd have to stop it, especially now that the cargo was confirmed to be in it.

You stay ready with your gun, pulling it from the holster on your thigh. You wait a beat, then another, and as the truck starts to pick up speed, you make your move and roll up to the driver's window, shooting through the glass. The bullet flies through the driver's head, causing him to slump forward, pressing on the horn. The blaring sound drowns out your second shot, which takes down the man in the passenger seat before he can shoot you.

The truck starts to slow, veering erratically before it crashes into a building with a deafening crunch of metal and shattering glass. The impact takes down a few light posts and parked cars, sending debris flying. Broken electrical wires dance and crackle around the wreck, their sparks reflected in the spray of a burst fire hydrant.

"Great job," your handler's voice crackles through your comms. "Dispose of the truck. No witnesses—"

The connection cuts off as you are violently hit from the side by a black car. The force of the impact sends you flying off your bike, tumbling across the rough asphalt. Your suit and helmet take most of the fall, tearing and cracking under the friction. Your visor shatters, the protective plastic lining breaking at the base.

You feel the sting and burn of broken skin on your arms and legs, grime and dirt mixing with the blood seeping from your cuts. Your vision is blurred, and a high-pitched ringing fills your ears. Every breath you take is shallow and painful, your ribs protesting with each inhale. Biting the inside of your cheek, you push yourself to pull off your broken helmet, tossing it aside. You blink hard, trying to focus your vision and spot a figure approaching.

Through the haze of pain and confusion, you recognize the distinctive red and black suit. Deadpool. He strides towards you with casual confidence, katana in hand, his eyes hidden behind the mask but undoubtedly filled with a mix of amusement and determination. The streetlights cast eerie shadows on his suit, highlighting the dried blood and grime.

"Please, don't be mad, honeybuns." Deadpool's irritating voice is the first thing you can hear when the ringing stops. He's standing before you, gloved hands out for you to take.

You don't move, heaving, "What the fuck, Wade?"

"Oh, are we on a first-name basis now? I think I like it." Wade Wilson hums, and when you still don't take his hands, he kneels before you. The smell of sweat and gunpowder wafts off him, mingling with the metallic scent of blood. "I know this all seems a little confusing—"

"You hit me with a fucking car, you dick!" you belt out, eyes wide with rage. The pain and exhaustion make your voice hoarse, every word a struggle.

"Well, yes. But it's only fair—"

"Fuck you."

"Listen to me." He says a little desperately, and you're glaring at him through your tears. Wade doesn't let it get to him, instead, he calls out your name, barely above a whisper as he looks at you. "You are getting innocent people killed." He tells you. "Look around. This might not be a cul-de-sac, but there are civilians, and they're hurt. We need to leave. You need to call it."

You glance over his shoulder, tired eyes scanning the area. He was right. Dock workers are running around, shouting and helping people out of the old building the truck had crashed into. It's late at night, but not late enough for the place to be deserted; people are still at work, still trying to get by.

You wince as you watch a pregnant woman being led out of a crashed car by her husband, a gash on her head. The smell of gasoline and burning rubber fills the air, mixing with the acrid scent of smoke from the crashed truck.

"Killing shitty people is one thing," Deadpool tells you, and you hate the way his voice is almost earnest. His tone is different, more serious, a stark contrast to his usual unserious demeanour. "But I'm familiar with your no-witnesses rule. This would just be mass murder if I let you keep going. Not exactly my piece of cake. Just..."

He stops, letting his head hang for a moment as if he were too repulsed to say it. You can see his shoulders slump slightly, a rare show of genuine emotion. "Oh god, I can't believe I'm about to say this," he grumbles, "Four or five moments. That's all it takes. Just stop and think. It's all it takes to be a hero."

You grit your teeth, hating that Wade Wilson is your voice of reason. The biggest asshole in New York, and here he is lecturing you on morality.

Hairs are falling out of your braid and sticking to your forehead, yet you don't care. Sweat mixes with blood, creating a sticky mess on your skin. You can only glare at him. "You're the last fucking person who should be telling me how to be a hero."

Wade sighs, loud and obnoxious, his mask wrinkling around his eyes as he scrunches up his face. "I'm sorry I hit you with a car. You kinda deserved it after killing Trask. He was my last chance at becoming pretty again. Now I have to stalk another crazy scientist." He taps his chin thoughtfully, "I always figured I'd end up chasing a mad scientist again, but not under these circumstances."

It's when you can no longer hold yourself up with your arms that Wade takes in the gravity of your injuries. He winces, watching you crumble to the ground before him. "Oh, wow, that's a lot of blood," he notes, his voice suddenly devoid of humour. The sight of your blood pooling on the asphalt seems to pull him back to reality. "Should I take you to a hospital? How many fingers am I holding up?"

He doesn't give you a chance to answer.

"Three? No. Two? Yikes. It's worse than I thought." Wade stands, and the worry in his voice is poorly masked by his usual sarcasm. "Here we go. Up, up!" When he moves to pick you up, you start turning away, your body protesting every movement.

"Wade, wait—" you rasp, trying to stop him from touching you. Your voice is weak, barely above a whisper.

But it's too late. When he reaches for you, your body phases, a faint white glow surrounding you as his hands and arms fall through your body as if you're a ghost. He recoils, jumping back while a squeamish sound escapes his lips. He stares at you, then his hands, then back at you on the ground as you try to sit up again, confusion and amazement written all over his masked face.

"Oh. My. Motherfucking. Fuckballs." Wade gasped, eyes wide behind his mask. "Did my hand just go through you or is all that cocaine finally kicking in?"

You ignore him, holding onto your side as it throbs with pain. Every movement sends sharp, agonizing waves through your body. "Fuck."

"No way, you're a fucking mutant?" His tone is a mix of awe and excitement, like a kid discovering a new toy.

It's not like you kept it a secret. You used your abilities whenever you needed to, and sure, it was useful at times, especially in your line of work when you needed to get through locked doors and hidden rooms or just for the element of surprise. But it's draining. Leaves you winded after only a matter of seconds. You've always had a hard time controlling it when you're slightly delusional though. You must've hit your head really hard. Maybe that's why you haven't shot Deadpool, yet.

"Shut up, Wade."

"Hey, no need to be ashamed of it." He reassures you while trying to pick you up again. This time, he is more cautious, his movements slower and more deliberate. When he succeeds, you can tell he's grinning like a child underneath the mask.

He carries you back to the same fuckass car he hit you with, holding you with one arm under your knees, the other supporting your back. There's a faint skip to his step as if you're not on the verge of losing consciousness. While kicking open the back door, Wade continues his chatter, and you really wish he'd killed you on impact.

"Being a mutant is great! Plus, it's not the early two thousands anymore, or whatever timeline Stewart was in. Man, they sure did hate mutants in that trilogy."

He sets you down in the back seat gently, his hands surprisingly delicate. "You know, I always knew you were different. You hit me harder than regular people. I just figured you really hated me."

"I do." you mutter.

"Oh, my little sweet buns, I'm sure you do." To your annoyance, he pokes your nose playfully. "But you can't hate me too much right now, I'm literally your knight in shining armor. See, I can be nice, especially to my fellow mercs. You'd bleed to death if I left you there."

"Only because you hit me with a fucking car," you snap, the pain and frustration boiling over.

"Good to know you're still harboring great anger towards that. Means you're still conscious. Keep being mean to me, baby, that's how I'll know you're okay." He pauses before shutting the door, looking at you lying on the backseat, bleeding and all the glory that comes from it. "And it also turns me on a little bit. God, I can't believe your suit is torn and not one bit of extra cleavage is exposed. What will it take for a guy to get some rated R nudity over here?"

And with that, he slams the door shut, the car shaking with the force of it. The sound makes the ringing return to your ears, and you bite back the urge to curse him. He takes a seat in the driver's seat, starting the engine and rushing out of the scene before first responders arrive. The car roars to life, and as he speeds away, you feel your consciousness slipping, the pain and exhaustion overwhelming you.

The two of you sit in silence for the most part, only the sounds of the engine running and Wade humming the tune of a song you think is from The Greatest Showman soundtrack. You force yourself to stay awake. Mostly because you don't trust him, but it's also because you fear that if you let your eyes close you won't wake up again. Yeah, it's mostly because you don't trust Wade Wilson.

"Where are you taking me?" you finally ask, and you hate the way your voice sounds weak, barely above a whisper.

"Just a little safe house I know." He tells you, glancing back at you for a quick moment. "Very homey, trust me."

"What about the shipment?" you murmur, your mind struggling to stay focused.

"What?"

"The truck," you repeat, fighting to keep your eyes open.

"Oh, don't worry. That's no longer our problem." He says, "We're about to enter a whole new setting. That truck is forgotten plot."

Wade takes a sharp turn, and you wince as your body shifts uncomfortably in the back seat. The pain is getting worse, each bump in the road sending jolts of agony through your body. You grit your teeth, trying to stay conscious, but it's a losing battle.

After what feels like an eternity, the car finally comes to a stop. Wade gets out and you hear his footsteps crunching on gravel as he walks around to your door. He opens it carefully this time, his usual wiseass demeanour replaced by a rare show of genuine concern. He scoops you up gently, and you're too weak to protest.

The last thing you remember, before everything goes black, is the sight of a grand mansion looming ahead, its imposing silhouette framed by the moonlight. The large iron gates creak open as Wade carries you through them, the gravel path crunching under his boots. The mansion, with its towering spires and Gothic architecture, looks like something out of a fairy tale, a stark contrast to the violence and chaos you just escaped from.

When you wake up, the first thing you notice is the softness of the bed beneath you. The second thing you notice is the smell of lavender and the faint hum of medical equipment. You try to sit up, but a sharp pain in your side makes you gasp.

"Whoa, easy there," a deep, accented voice says from beside you. You turn your head slowly, the motion making your vision swim. A towering, metal-skinned mutant sits by your bed, his imposing figure softened by a look of genuine concern. "You need to rest. You are badly injured."

Your throat feels like sandpaper as you rasp, "Where am I?"

"The X-Mansion," he replies in a soothing tone, the accent heavy but comforting. "Wade brought you here. You’re safe now. I am Colossus."

You try to take in your surroundings, your head feeling heavy as you look around. The room is vast and elegant, with high ceilings that seem to reach the heavens. The walls are adorned with rich tapestries and framed paintings, depicting serene landscapes and grand historical scenes.

Large windows let in the soft, golden glow of morning light, casting gentle shadows that dance across the floor. It’s a far cry from the dingy, rundown places you’re used to, especially that old apartment with its creaky floors and peeling wallpaper.

Your eyes finally land on Wade, who is slouched in a chair in the corner. He’s flipping through a Playboy magazine with exaggerated interest, still in his dirty suit from the night before.

When he sees you stir, he grins and waves a hand in your direction. "Morning, sunshine," he says cheerfully, his voice carrying an unnerving mix of sincerity and teasing. "You gave us quite a scare. But, I've got to say, that hospital gown is doing wonders for your figure. I love the blue. Great contrast to that black you're always wearing."

You roll your eyes, too exhausted to respond properly. The gown feels scratchy against your skin, and every movement sends sharp pangs of pain through your body.

Colossus, noticing your discomfort, shifts slightly. "How are you feeling?" he asks, his voice deep and steady.

"Like I got hit by a truck," you mutter, sending a glare in Wade's direction.

Colossus chuckles, the sound deep and resonant, like rolling thunder. "Do not worry about him. We will take care of you."

Despite the throbbing pain and overwhelming fatigue, a wave of relief washes over you. For the first time in a long while, you're surrounded by people who genuinely want to help. You close your eyes, letting yourself sink into the softness of the bed. "Thank you," you whisper, the words feeling strangely comforting. For once, you don’t feel the need to be constantly on guard.

Wade's grin widens as he leans back in his chair, stretching his legs out and adjusting his mask. "Anytime, honeybuns. Anytime."

As you drift in and out of consciousness, you feel the cool, soothing touch of a wet cloth on your forehead. The gentle pressure is a welcome contrast to the persistent throbbing pain.

The sound of soft murmurs and quiet footsteps fills the room, creating a cocoon of calm around you. At some point, you notice Colossus's massive hands, surprisingly gentle, as he carefully tends to your wounds, applying bandages with precision.

Eventually, a teenager with short hair and a no-nonsense expression enters the room. You learn her name is Negasonic Teenage Warhead. She carries a phone in one hand, handing Colossus a stack of clean bandages with the other. The faint scent of antiseptic and medicinal herbs fills the air, mixing with the crispness of the freshly laundered bed linens.

Hours pass, or maybe it's days—it's difficult to gauge. When you next wake, the room is dimly lit, the golden light replaced by the softer hues of early evening. The pain has dulled to a manageable throb, and the heaviness in your limbs is slightly alleviated. Wade is still there, his previous outfit swapped for sweatpants and a dark green sweater, though he keeps his red and black mask on. He lounges in the chair beside your bed, now engrossed in an iPad, giggling softly to himself.

"Oh, man. Instagram reels are crazy," he snorts, shaking his head as he scrolls through the screen.

He looks up and hums when he sees you're awake again. "You're tougher than you look," he comments, turning off the iPad with a flick of his wrist. "Most people would have keeled over by now."

"You wish."

"Oh, trust me, I do." Wade nods vigorously, his mask bobbing with the motion. "I tried injecting poison into your IV, but your body rejected it."

"Don't worry. My handler will kill me for you."

Wade groans, dramatically rolling his eyes as he gets up from the chair. "You’re still worried about that? I already told you, the truck and all that shit is past plot. We’re in the sequel now, babe. There are new rules. Who knows, maybe this is your redemption arc where you join the X-Men. Though, I will miss your assassin era. You were so sexy in that suit."

You make a face, "Fuck off."

Just then, the door opens with a soft creak, and Colossus enters with a tray in hand. He’s followed closely by Negasonic, who carries a stack of fresh bandages. Colossus places the tray on a small table beside your bed with practiced ease. The tray is filled with a bowl of steaming soup and a couple of slices of crusty bread, the aroma wafting up and making your stomach rumble.

"How are you feeling?" Colossus asks, his voice calm and reassuring as he sets the tray down.

"Better," you admit, managing a small smile. "Thanks to you guys."

Negasonic shrugs nonchalantly, a small smile tugging at her lips despite her usual scowl. "Don’t mention it. Just doing our job."

Wade groans, clearly troubled by the kindness. "Oh great, now you’re all buddy-buddy. What am I, chopped liver?"

Colossus chuckles, the sound of a comforting rumble. "You must eat something. It will help you regain your strength."

You nod gratefully, and with Colossus’s help, you manage to sit up enough to sip the warm, comforting soup. The broth is rich and flavorful, and the bread is soft and fresh. As you eat, you can’t help but feel a strange sense of belonging. Despite the pain and the chaos, you’re surrounded by people who care, and for now, that’s enough.

Wade, not one to be left out, scoots his chair closer, setting it right next to your bed. He stretches out, propping his elbows on his knees as he leans in. "So, what do you think of the X-Mansion? Pretty swanky, right? Lots of rooms, big kitchen, danger room for training... and other things."

Negasonic scoffs, her eyes narrowing. "Gross."

You finish your meal, feeling a bit stronger. As Colossus helps you settle back into the bed, you glance at Wade. "Why did you bring me here?"

Wade’s expression shifts, becoming uncharacteristically serious. He looks at you with sincerity. "Because you’re one of us. And because... well, everyone deserves a second chance."

You blink, surprised by the depth of his words. Before you can respond, he’s back to his usual self, grinning and turning on his iPad. "Plus, it’s not every day I get to play hero. I gotta milk it for all it’s worth. And no, Colossus, I will not join your boy band, thank you very much."

The metal man grunts, waving a hand dismissively before walking out, Negasonic following right behind him. Wade stays seated next to you, his lips curled into a wide, amused grin that seems to stretch just a bit too far was he watches you.

"You're never gonna take that off?" you ask him.

Wade's laughter is a low, rumbling sound that feels almost too bright for the quiet room. "Oh, no fucking way," he says, his voice dripping with mock seriousness. "I wasn’t kidding when I said I’m ugly under this. Trust me. You’d be repulsed. Like, horror movie-level repulsed."

You give him a look, your eyebrow arched in disbelief. "I doubt it."

Wade leans in closer, the grin on his face widening. He taps his chin thoughtfully with a gloved finger, the gesture oddly contemplative. "Maybe next time I’ll take it off for you," he says, a taunting tone in his voice as he raises his brows. "Maybe that and a little more."

"There's a next time?"

"I mean, as the famous words of Natasha Bedingfield say: the rest is still underwritten."

"God, you’re fucking ridiculous," you mutter, the words coming out with a mix of exasperation and reluctant amusement. "I can’t wait to get out of here and never see you again."

Wade's shoulders slump, the white eyes of his mask narrow at you, "What, that's it? No steamy sex? No heavy petting? Is this how it ends? Not even a kiss?"

"Fuck no. Get out."

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[welcome-to-green-hills]

Discussion Film provides a summary of what the extended trailer was geared at Cinemacon 2024.

I’m going to copy the entire blurb here with the link. There’s no need for me to rewrite it.

CinemaCon 2024 only got a very brief look at Sonic the Hedgehog 3 since it barely wrapped production. The brief teaser showed Jim Carry’s Dr. Robotnik in his lab, but he’s gained weight and has let the place go to the dumps with it being full of junk. He’s let his hair go crazy and now has a noticeable belly. Robotnik jokingly says that he’s been binging “carbohydrates.” His assistant, Agent Stone (Lee Majdoub), comes in and says, “We found him.” Stone presents Robotnik with one of Sonic’s blue electric quills, and, as he’s done before, Robotnik licks it and tweaks out. He yells, “Let’s do this!” to Stone’s face, which then cuts to a montage of Robotnik getting his hair cut by Stone and getting a fresh look with his game-accurate mustache, bald head, and depraved-looking eyes. 

The Sonic the Hedgehog 3 footage then cuts to Robotnik and an entire gang of henchmen, all armored with laser guns, waking up Shadow the Hedgehog in a cryotube. Shadow opens his eyes, which are bursting with red electric energy. We then cut to Sonic (Ben Schwartz), Tails (Colleen O’Shaughnessey), and Knuckles (Idris Elba) facing off against Shadow in the middle of a huge city street at night. Shadow is noticeably dead silent as it’s still not revealed who the voice actor is. Knuckles jokes that this new Hedgehog is much stronger than the last one he faced, to which Sonic hilariously replies with, “You Mean me?”

The real money shot of the footage is Shadow the Hedgehog riding a motorcycle in the night sky over some skyscrapers and then using it to bounce himself towards Sonic, who is flying upwards at him at full speed. We see Sonic’s bright blue power clash with Shadow’s bright red energy in the night sky, looking like it’s straight out of an anime. The final shot of the exclusive footage showed Robotnik and Sonic away from a ring portal on an empty road. They both look grumpy and like they can’t stand each other’s company — implying that they’re going to have to work together to defeat Shadow.

Discussion Film, 2024.

[siremasterlawrence]

Henry Cavill has felt quite off for the longest time getting on his motorcycle he rides off in to the desert just blasting through the area as if he is in a race.

Story request by @male-meat-suit

Someone always feels like they beside him one way or the other he can’t escape it so he might as well make a run for it as far as he can go.

Henry checking his area through the mirror can help himself because every once in a while he keeps seeing a stranger in the view mirror.

Unfortunately for him he has no idea what

is to come this day the more he revs up the motorcycle getting him hard this should not be happening.

The power of the motorcycle revs up in even more roaring in to the road as he speeds in to the desert and the gas from the pipe blows up.

The motorcycle starts to glow blowing up in a shiny silver color channeling in to his body Henry does not know why but there is a true reverb happening.

A pair of arms reach on to him grabbing and groping him as he squirms on the seat he is in a sea of madness as his aura is now on a sexual high.

Suddenly, his body is losing absolute control every action, thought and motion is a totally robotic and he is no longer in control of his body.

A woosh or power rushes coming up from the bottom of feet shoots up in to the nerves occupying his body inside him he can feel a another soul.

His mind is spinning a figure in back of his mind a new figure standing alone in a dark shadowy figure looming over him growing stronger by the second.

“DAMN IT! Why this feeling go?”

“And what is with the glint?”

“A mirror trick?”

“BLAST”

“Calm down”

“Let me stop here and grab some water “

“I can’t help this feeling”

“Is someone watching me”

“Creepy “

“My head is spinning”

“Uuuugggghhhh!”

“Oh God!”

“Why am I so hard?”

“About to cum”

“FUCK”

“I am in control now”

“Who are you ?”

“Relinquish your body to me”

“Nnnooo Ssstttoooppp!”

His blue revels with a surge of electrical red bloody currents causing his cock to shoot cum through his pants instantly getting harder.

The pain pricking him causing him to soar, grow stiff and hard as they become totally immobile losing his balance he crashes to the floor.

His head spins blacking out in to semi aware drop in to unconsciousness with his body in a catatonic state of nothingness and black bleakness spreads.

Awakening in this space he lifts himself up in to the sky he sees the man an unimportant guy so unimpressive young guy with no muscle.

His super level definition of height he is now overshadowing the nerdy young man’s who stares at him with no fear or worry to his deflation.

In real time his body aimlessly his body is back on his feet checking out the area to see no cars coming and begins to strip off his clothes.

His hands digging under his shirt letting the sun shine on bus washboard abs throwing it to the side and his hands on his bely is next it’s sexy.

He hates this deep need to be used, lusted after and watched as the man is overtaking him it’s disgusting to me and it’s the stupid ridiculous.

The belt slides off, pants are unbutton and zipper drawn and it’s no more privacy from here. The pants are off leaving nothing but ones imagination.

Striking a pose he props up his cellphone on a display of rocks as he poses for a multiple sets of showcasing his body and even does a video recording.

“Hey I am Henry Cavill, I am fine, and vain.”

“I would never say that..you are liar”

“We can’t here you “

“Mwahahahahaha “

“The heat is killing me”

“And I am hot”

“It’s my body “

“Not anymore “

“Fuck! I won’t let you “

“As if you have a choice “

“I do…I one hundred percent do”

“You have no power here “

“Welcome to the sub space!”

“Hey baby”

“You want this pretty ass”

“I am free”

“To be with you and you “

“Of course you “

“Why am loving this?”

“I am fading! No! Let me go! I want my life…I”

“Bye bye”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Motherfucking pussy bitch”

Henry Cavill disappears inside his own mind he fell in to swirl submission.

The end

[gxthicupid]

Hello! Could I request an Mk with a demigirl s/o who has electricity powers please?

Thank you!^^

-🌼 anon

୨⎯ 𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑹𝑰𝑪 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 [𝑴𝑲 𝒙 !𝑫𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓]

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇxᴛ: ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴋ'ꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇʟᴇᴄᴛʀɪᴄᴀʟ ᴘᴏ���ᴇʀꜱ? ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴅɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴅᴏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ <3

➨ The blazing sun shone brightly upon the city of Megapolis, rings of clouds surrounded the city, and everyone was peacefully working or casually enjoying their time with friends or family. You and MK played games in an arcade among the restaurants and entertainment centres.  

➨ The both of you were trying to beat a boss on the final level, and after some intense focus, you finally defeated the game. "Oh yeah!" You shouted in unison, giving each other a high five. Mk reached in for a hug. "Alright, MK and Y/N! The ULTIMATE power couple!"  

➨ MK then gave you a peck on the cheek before lifting you up and twirling in joy. While you wait for all the tickets to come out of the machine, you hear Mei running into the arcade in the distance and waving her phone to catch your attention. 

➨ "You guys! Check this out!" Mei seemed concerned, and once you and MK looked into her phone, it showed a LIVE video of the silver and gold demons terrorising the city again. MK's face immediately changed into a heroic look, and Mei summoned her motorcycle gear, with a prepared expression.

➨ When Mei gestured to come along, MK leaned his hand towards you and let you come along with the duo. "C'mon Y/N! We've gotta go stop them." He says to you. You have been recently training with MK all the things he learnt from the Monkey King, and you were ready to join your first battle. 

➨ MK pulled out his staff, and you held onto him tightly. It began to instantly extend to the sky, and you saw Yin and Jin manage to steal a bunch of celestial artefacts and use them to cause problems on one side of the city.  

➨ Once you spotted a safe place to land, you noticed Mei's signature neon green trail on the road. You and MK landed in the middle of the road while Mei parked her motorcycle and pulled out her dragon sword. 

➨ While Yin and Jin were menacingly cackling, you took out a sword that MK got from searching through Monkey King's storage up at Flower Fruit Mountain. Mei and MK fought Jin and Yin, and the silver and gold demons threw celestial artefacts at the duo. You managed to dodge and use your sword to hit any approaching items coming in front of you.

➨ Suddenly, Mei turned her motorcycle into an aircraft with the help of MK, and once you were going to help your friends, some rubble from a nearby building managed to crumble and fall onto you.

➨ Other than the fact that you were stuck, you were alright. Suddenly, you heard Mei's scream, and MK tried to go and help her, but the silver and gold demons managed to knock him off his staff, and he couldn't reach for it. Despite some injuries, you desperately got out of the rubble, but once you tried to get your sword, it broke.

➨ "Mei! MK! NO!" Now panicking, you helplessly watch Mei and MK fall from the sky, and with a sudden rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins, something sparked within you - literally.

➨ In the blink of an eye, you ran at lightning speed and climbed up to the skyscraper where Yin and Jin watched your friends fall. Then, you leap, grab both of them and land on a rooftop.

➨ Mei and MK opened their eyes and noticed you were showing off the moves you'd learnt from MK, but with every punch and kick, an electric shock was sent onto Yin and Jin. They were so impressed by the new powers that you'd gotten and decided to help you once MK found his staff, and Mei got her sword back.

➨ Finally, you, MK and Mei managed to defeat Yin and Jin, and they disappeared with the help of smoke bombs. But Mei and MK were more focused on you getting new electric powers.

➨ "OMG Y/N! You got some sick electric powers! How come you've never told us?" Mei patted your back as a gesture of congratulations, but you were still recovering from such an experience. "I don't even know I had electric powers. . ." You spoke in a shocked tone, and MK noticed your uneasiness.

➨ "Can you control them?" MK questioned you, and nothing happened as you tried to summon your powers willingly. You gave MK and Mei a look that told them you couldn't do it, but that's when MK approached you slowly. "Well, whatever you got going on, I'll ensure you learn how to control your powers."

➨ He gave you a comforting smile, and you felt less uneasy with your new powers before Mei exclaimed. "Now that you think about it, you guys give 'power couple' a WHOLE new meaning."

➨ Later that day, you and MK went back to his place, stayed in his room, and played more video games. Just to get your mind off all the events happening today, and just when you were just having fun, you realised it was getting late, and you needed to return to your place.  

➨ However, as you began to get ready to leave, MK volunteered to walk you home, and you felt so happy that you weren't heading back alone. During your walking, you both ended up having some small talk about how everything has been going.

➨ You noticed how he's become more secretive ever since MK took his job as Monkie Kid seriously. "Hey MK, are you okay there?" You sounded sincere as you took his hands, and MK looked like he was holding back his words but seemed to laugh it off.

➨ You stop dead in your tracks and pull MK closer. "Listen here, I don't know what's going on, but you know you can talk to me about anything. When you're ready, I'm all ears." You gave him a tight hug before he smiled in appreciation. "Thank you Y/N"

[mymanreedus]

Have you ever been arrested by the police on a motorcycle?

The police really love me, in general. In fact, I was arrested by the police in France because while we were filming, I bought a small electric motorcycle resembling an all-terrain motorcycle. And the cops stopped me because you had to wear gloves, and I had forgotten my own. So I went back to my apartment. But there was a gang of armed policemen, and I was arrested on the way. And as I was looking for my papers, I took off my helmet and there they recognized me and asked me for selfies. It was kind of cool. I'm lucky with the firefighters and the cops.

Can the fact that there are motorcycles in a movie make you want to play in it?

It is true that a few scenarios have reached me, such as parts of films involving motorcycles, which interested me. Mickey Rourke's brother was a Flat Track runner. And so every year, Mickey gave me a script to play his little brother. We are still waiting to do so. But we may do it one day.

What's your favorite movie involving motorcycles?

I would say The Bad News Bears by La Chouette EquipeRichard Linklater with Billy Bob Thornton. It shows actor Walter Matthau training a group of young offenders to play baseball. There's a scene in this movie where a kid, a delinquent, smokes, rides his motorcycle and walks around the baseball field. I saw this when I was very small, and I was like, "Oh, that kid is cool. I think it's about the same time when I bought the off-road motorcycle." Otherwise I like the comedy Ricky Bobby: King of the Circuit with Will Ferrell.

Norman Reedus, Numero

[mymoonagedaydream]

Part 1

Summary: Coming home from college for the summer, you expected your days to be spent reading in your bedroom and sitting through tense family dinners- but an old acquaintance had something else in mind for you.

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x y/n

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Language, anti-religious sentiment throughout

Author’s Note: I tried to write something new but I’m in a megafunk so I decided to just rewrite and improve upon an old series, it’s full official title is Only the Good Die Young 2: Electric Boogaloo (Die Harder). Yes this series has an underlying Billy Joel theme please don't ask me why because I do not know, I was obviously working through something 3 years ago.

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‘Y/n! You look… healthy.'

Those were your mother’s first words as you walked through the door of your family home. She didn't exclaim how pleased she was to see you or ask how your flight was, no, instead she used her typical passive-aggressive euphemisms to subtly comment on your appearance.

This was going to be a long summer.

Initially you'd been adamant about staying in your apartment for the holidays, even on your own, cause all you wanted was peace and space. Then your parents threatened to cut you off if you didn’t come home so, here you were. You sighed and traipsed upstairs. Approaching your bedroom, you saw the bolt haphazardly screwed to the outside of the door, the one your father had installed years ago after catching you watching ‘ungodly’ TV shows in the living room at midnight.

Ah, coming back here always felt like plunging yourself back into the deep, ice-cold pool of childhood trauma.

Pushing the door open, you saw that your room had been redecorated. It looked fucking dreadful. You glanced up at the wall and a little bit of sick shot up the back of your throat when you saw the WWJD cross stitch, one of your mother's originals no doubt.

...a long, long summer.

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Your first errand was grocery shopping. Typical of your parents to insist on you coming home for 'family time', only to then hand you a three-page chore list, the majority of which required you to leave the house. You took your time wandering around the store, making the most of your temporary freedom. Even obnoxiously bright fluorescent lighting and the sickly smell of cleaning products was preferable to that crucifix-coated prison.

Eventually you made it to the checkout and started unloading the cheap wine and raisin snacks onto the conveyor belt. The cashier offered the usual pleasantries but you found yourself distracted, wondering where the billows of smoke blowing past the front window were coming from. You tilted your head, trying vaguely to catch a glimpse of the cause, but soon got distracted as you had to try and recall your mom's PIN number.

Stepping outside with arms full of grocery bags, your eyes followed the smoke downwind. Mystery solved. Huddled on the corner of the sidewalk was a pretty big group of guys in leather jackets, most of them with cigarettes balanced between their fingers. It was a pretty intimidating sight. Usually you'd just avoid such an obstacle, crossing the road or just heading in an altogether different direction, but they'd managed to plant themselves directly in your only feasible path home. You just kept your head down, gripped your grocery bags tight and gave them a wide berth.

Your heart almost stopped when you heard one of them pipe up.

'Well holy shit, y/n?’

You turned towards the voice. James Barnes. The two of you went to high school together but, apart from the occasional stilted conversation and reluctant group project, you’d never really developed any sort of relationship. Besides, he always hung out with people your mother didn’t approve of.

And he was what, now? In a motorcycle gang? Figures.

'Hi, James. Good to see you.’ You mumbled, breaking stride momentarily. His friends seemed to find that funny.

'You too but, uh, people call me Bucky now.'

Nodding slightly, you gave him a polite smile before moving off again. You noticed your face beginning to feel warm and your stomach involuntarily tensing. Sure, he was more handsome and less punchable than you remembered, but you had no idea why being in his presence was making you this nervous. Hurried footsteps sounded behind you and in a second he was by your side, his stride syncing up with yours.

'You moving back to town?’

'No, just visiting for the summer.’

'Staying with your parents?'

'Mhmm.'

‘They still religious nut-jobs?’

You stopped and snapped your head round, in complete shock at the brazenness of his questioning.

'I’ll take that as a yes.’ Without taking his eyes off you he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, placed one between his lips and lit it. ‘Guessing you won’t be having much fun this summer then.’

'Not your kind of fun.'

He scoffed slightly at that, his face changing into something resembling pity. ‘Man, you Catholic girls start much too late.’

‘I don’t think I asked for your opinion, James.’ Your words came out much softer than you anticipated, barely a mumble. Not the kind of back-off-or-else warning you were aiming for. He was really getting under your skin.

'You didn’t, but I’ll give you another.’  

You raised an eyebrow, watching him blow a cloud of smoke over your head, your stomach now contorted into a tight knot. Against your better judgement you waited for him to carry on.

‘I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints,’ he stepped closer, bringing his lips to your ear and whispering, 'cause the sinners are much more fun.’

—

You dropped the shopping on the counter. The whole way home you hadn’t been able to get James Barnes out of your head, hadn’t been able to stop picturing his smirk or imagining his warm breath on your ear. For some reason you wanted to know more about him, wanted to find out what kind of reputation he'd made for himself while you'd been away, and if anyone had information it’d be your mother. She knew everything about everyone in this godforsaken town. Sitting down for dinner, you seized your opportunity.

'I saw James Barnes at the grocery store today.’

She abruptly dropped her knife and it hit her plate with a sharp clang, making you jump.

'You stay away from that boy,’ she punctuated the words with her fork, which was pointed directly between your eyes, 'he’s trouble. Him and his gang.’

You hated the way she spoke to you sometimes, like you were a child.

'He seemed nice enough.’

‘That’s how it starts,’ your father piped up, ‘then before you know it he’s got you hooked on drugs, living in a trailer, pregnant with his deviant child.’

'Amen.'

And that was the end of that conversation. Your father didn't say much but, whenever he did speak, your mother responded to his slow, dreary words like he was reading a new passage from the gospel. One thing you'd never wanted for yourself was a relationship like theirs, a loveless, bitter husk of a marriage with a biblical power imbalance and nothing left to say to each other. It was terrifying to think that you used to model yourself on them. They had you completely brainwashed before you left for college and, even now, some of their intrusive religious dogma still lingered in your subconscious.

You excused yourself upstairs as soon as dinner was cleared up, ready for your first day back in this hell-hole to be over.

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Sunday. The priest had been droning on for god knows how long but you'd given up concentrating, his dull voice beginning to sound like a janky old extractor fan whirring behind the altar. You stood, sat, stood, kneeled and sat along with everyone else, singing and praying whenever prompted. This, every Sunday for ten weeks, was going to be torture.

It must've been a couple hours into the service when you felt yourself nodding off. Your shoulders relaxed and your head suddenly felt too heavy to be held up by your neck, you'd barely slept on your mother's concrete mattress the night before and this pew felt heavenly soft in comparison. Just as your eyes started to flutter closed, something startled you. It startled the whole congregation. The droning from the altar stopped and heads turned towards the door, where the disturbance seemed to be coming from. It sounded like a shuddering motorbike engine. Then another joined. In a couple of seconds the entire church was filled with an echoing cacophony of backfiring engines. Someone at the back stood up and ran to the door. There was some shouting and laughing before the noise eventually began to move away, fading into the distance. Looking around, you saw a sea of indignant and sour faces, a thick tension hovering in the air.

‘And that,’ your mother hissed through clenched teeth, ‘is why you don’t go near James Barnes and his friends.’

You had to suck in your cheeks to smother your laughter, nodding insincerely at her words. James’ voice echoed in your head…

The sinners are much more fun.

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A few days had passed since the biker-blasphemy incident but you were still struggling to shake off James Barnes. You never thought you'd be one of those people who fawned after someone so obviously bad for them, you liked to think you were more sensible- but here you were.

You checked yourself in the mirror one last time before heading out. It'd been years since you had to conceal your actual outfit under the Amish garb your father insisted on you wearing but, by now, you were a natural at it. Once you'd broken free from your parents' Jesus programming you'd developed a great number of secretive techniques that allowed you to lead a semi-normal life without their knowledge, it was just depressing that you were having to employ them again this many years later.  

Your friend broke into hysterics when she opened the door and spotted the Yahtzee your mother had stuffed under your arm as you stepped out her front door.

'Is that your cover for the evening?'

'Yep,' you unceremoniously dropped the box in the hallway, 'I figured board game night at Ray's house sounded better than sloppy degenerate party at Ray's house.'

'I know which I'd prefer to be at.'

You smiled, embracing your old friend in a tight hug. 'I just gotta go de-Christian in the bathroom.'

'Is your dad seriously still telling you what to wear?' You nodded at her, rolling your eyes. 'Jesus Christ.'

'Don't get me started on that asshole.'

You stashed your bag of ugly rags alongside your mom's Yahtzee and began wandering from room to room, checking if there was anyone else there you recognised. Nope. Usually you'd just sip some liquid courage and start introducing yourself to anyone who looked friendly, but you knew if your parents smelled even a whiff of alcohol you’d be locked inside all summer, so you just skulked to the kitchen and opened a can of diet coke.

Just as you were beginning to question your decision to attend a house party stone-cold sober, there was a hard tap on your shoulder. You spun round to see James Barnes’ stupid wide grin.

‘Hey there, Church Mouse.’

‘James.’

Being nonchalant seemed the best approach here. You convinced yourself that you were just being intentionally aloof and sexy but, in reality, your parents' words had sunk deeper into your subconscious than you'd ever care to admit. Your wild attraction to this guy still wasn't enough to outweigh the suspicion they'd distilled in you.

'You enjoy your church service on Sunday?' James brought his beer bottle to his lips, smirking around it as he took a sip. 'Heard it was a rager.'

‘Would've been over a lot quicker without your interruption, you make a habit of pissing off strangers for fun?’

‘Nope. Just thought it’d be nice to welcome you home.’

Oh, that whole thing had been for your benefit? Interesting.

Your stomach started to flutter. A light tingle slowly made its way down your spine as you tried desperately to figure out whether he was genuinely trying to show some kind of vague interest or whether he was just mocking you, or even flirting with you for a bet. Your eyes searched his for any hints, your mind was racing faster and faster and you started to panic as you realised that you'd been standing there staring blankly at him for far too long.

‘You don't think it was a little obnoxious?'

‘Ah y’know,’ he leant against the counter, folding his arms, still grinning at you, 'we were just having fun, didn't hurt no one.’

You glanced away for a second in an attempt to smother any kind of smile, but he then bit his lip slightly and your heart felt like it was going to leap out of your chest. There was a second of lingering silence between the two of you, broken only by your embarrassingly loud gulp as he pushed himself away from the counter, took a swift step towards you and jutted his hand past your waist. His face was hovering no more than a couple inches away from yours. There was a quiet clink as he picked up a fresh bottle of beer from the surface behind you, a faint whisper slipping through his lips before he moved away.

‘Call me Bucky.’

A few hours passed, you'd built up the courage to chat to a few people but all the other guests were now reaching the point of drunken incoherence. It wasn't long before you decided you were no longer having a good time. After trudging around for ten minutes trying to find Ray, who turned out to be blowing chunks in the upstairs bathroom, you decided that a sneaky exit through the back door was the best course of action. You could always just gaslight her into believing she was too drunk to remember your emotional, prolonged farewell.

The glass patio door slid open and closed subtly enough but, while you were so busy focusing on not getting spotted, your clumsy ass managed to unceremoniously trample over someone’s feet.

James.

Of course it was. Brilliant.

He was finishing off a cigarette, his amused face fixed on yours as you gracelessly righted yourself. Laughing to himself, he held out the pack to you, but you shook your head.

‘Leaving so soon?’

‘Yeah, not much fun being the only sober person in the room.'

'So have a drink.' He shrugged before clocking your gloomy expression. 'Ah, I get it. Where'd they think you are?'

'Board games night.'

A deep chuckle vibrated through the still night air as he crushed his cigarette butt under his boot. 'That probably would'a been more fun than this mess.'

He nodded slightly, gesturing over your shoulder; you looked back through the glass to see two girls lying on their backs, trying to drink from beer bottles they were holding between their feet.

'Fair point.'

‘So, you wanna go somewhere else?’

Your heart stuttered at his question. You struggled to form a reply, gazing at him wide-eyed. 'I don't- I mean-'

'S'alright, I know the deal,' his arms folded across his chest, 'your mom told you all I could give you was a reputation, right?’

'Something like that.'

'Well, I wouldn't mind proving her wrong, if you'd let me.'

You couldn’t hold back your smile any longer, his eyes lighting up when he spotted it. Shrugging faintly, you scurried around trying to find something witty and attractive to say, something other than I think I might fucking love you.

'How about another time? I should really get home.'

A smirk dawned in the corner of his mouth, you couldn't tell if he was onto you or if he was just always this laid-back. The dull thunk of boots against patio brought his face intimately close to yours once more.

‘Come out with me tomorrow.’

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Part 2

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[foxes-that-run]

2020 Haylor Timeline

Timeline Tag, or years 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022, 2023 and 2024.

21 January - Andrea treated for brain tumor and chemo

29 January - Harry shoots the watermelon sugar MV in Malibu. The director later says “The production process was fast! We shot in a location in Malibu. It was a private beach at this amazing house. Harry actually owns a watermelon farm in a secret location that we can’t disclose. So the day before the shoot we went with our whole crew, make-up artists, set decorators, focus pullers you name it! We all rolled up our sleeves, got stuck in and did the biggest harvest anyone in the USA has ever seen!”

31 January - Miss Americana documentary released.

2 February - Harry at Glenne Christiaansen's (Jeff's GF) birthday in Los Angeles. Huge whale cake that gets on his face.

3 February - Harry arrives London

14 February - Harry played Two Ghosts on Radio 2, the only time since 2018, anniversary of Style MV release. He also covered Joni Mitchell Big Yellow Taxi.  Taylor also in London for NME awards, Joe goes with her. She says hello to every one there including Matty Healy. Harry is robbed at knifepoint.

18 February - Harry at Brit awards, went to same after party as Kendall

23 February - Harry's Tiny Desk Concert recorded in LA, the Lover CD Is in the background. Taylor was there in October.

24 February - Taylor and Joe in London for his birthday, arrived under umbrellas carrying a dictionary, Ed laughing.

26 February - Harry on today show in colour block cardigan. Xander watches with Jeff rumour he then visited Xander Ritz in phlli.

28 February - Harry's Sirius XM Secret Session for Fine Line. Harry tells a story about wawa with Xander. Seen with Xander in ny

1 March - Harry SNL after party

2 March - Harry's last pre-pandemic show is at the Bowery Ballroom. Replaces the Beachwood cafe with Bowery ballroom in falling.

5 March - When Howard Stern asked Harry about marriage his response was "People’s relationships are different now, everyone’s open 👀 and people have different things."

13 March - US Travel ban (except UK), California Shelter in place orders. 17 March UK Travel ban. 16 March Taylor posts asking fans to cancel plans and stay home, shares photo so Meredith

17 March UK travel ban

18 March - Harry driving in La with Xander

25 March - Announced HSLOT rescheduled to 2021

27 March - Harry releases “at home with Harry styles” pandemic playlist with Zane Lowe. ‘This will be our year’ is #13, 27 songs. Includes blue nile, later mentioned on TTPD

March - June Taylor and Harry stuck in LA for 3 months. Harry told Zane Lowe he was in LA, stayed home for 6 weeks then booked and went to Shangri-la studio to record. LNT, Daylight, keep driving and Sushi. (24 Mins)

2 April - Harry seen riding a motorcycle beside Kendall Jenner and Fai Khadra.

5 April Harry seen in la and again

11 April - Harry drives his mercedes convertible in Beverly Hills same as Taylor had in Begin Again

17 April - 2020 Lover Fest tour postponed to 2021, later cancelled. Told Zane Folklore started then. Joe IG photo of Benjamin

18 April - Taylor soon you'll get better

29 April - Joe instagram photos

19 May Taylor releases City of Lover

21 May - Harry rode electric bike LA

25 May - date Too Much Sauce leak recorded. Still in LA

31 May - Taylor records video in Long Pond about home studio. Joe school thing

22 June - rumours Harry messaging Daisy Lowe.

29 June - Harry seen in London

9 July - Harry Styles Sleep story

18 July - Harry back in uk, drove to Italy and back with Tomo Campbell, he talks about this in the Zane interview. Driving moustache photo in HH CD

Over the summer Styles took a road trip with his artist friend Tomo Campbell through France and Italy, setting off at four in the morning and spending the night in Geneva, where they jumped in the lake “to wake ourselves up.” At the end of the trip Styles drove home alone, accompanied by an upbeat playlist that included “Aretha Franklin, Parliament, and a lot of Stevie Wonder. It was really fun for me,” he says. “I don’t travel like that a lot. I’m usually in such a rush, but there was a stillness to it. I love the feeling of nobody knowing where I am, that kind of escape…and freedom.” Harry for Vogue

20 July folklore announced 17 hours before its release. William Bowery is credited for Exile and Betty. Released on 1D's 10 year anniversary. In the Zane interview, Taylor says they continued working on Evermore.

31 July - Harry with a fan in Italy in an outfit in his later post about making Harry’s House. Also driving a tractor in Italy.

13 August - Harry followed Yan Yan on IG and liked some posts

17 August Harry in Studio in Bath. Recorded Daylight, Sushi, Keep Driving and Late night talking in this period.

3 September - Taylor posts about iHeartAwards from home

? September - Long Pond was recorded with Joe as WB and Tis the Damn Season written, Doretha already written.

6 September - Olivia Wilde and Jason Sudekis at beach in Malibu with Nanny and kids. In the 2022 Nanny tell all the Nanny said they were happy then but Olivia told Harry it had been over for a while when it had not been.

11 September, Olivia Wilde met and cast Harry in Don't worry Darling, filming began October.

16 September - Taylor performed Betty in person at ACM awards in Nashville.

18 September Harry in London

22 September - Harry driving car and boat in Italy filming golden

27 September Harry in LA

6 October - Harry dinner with mystery girl

25 October - OW carrying Bode bag later thought about Harry

26 October - DWD starts filming

28 October - Harry signs a record and a fan posts a letter than his car broke down and he fed their fish. Deux moi said it was a cover because his friend with benefits was house sitting. The friend with benefits is thought to be Nicole branch.

5 November - DWD halts production due to COVID on set. In tell all the Nanny said Olivia moved out down the street 'that is how she left us' because of COVID on set which was true. Jason Sudukis also later says to GQ they broke up in November

11 November - Harry films Valiant Roar scene in DWD, which includes Dita Von Teese who later repeats the Scene in the Bejeweled Music Video. Also described in Rolling Stone article with OW and possibly referred to in loml as valiant roar. Date odly specified in DWD BTS, also dinner party scene, OW wears Harry's pink beanie in the BTS during dinner party scene.

12 November Deux Moi posts that a “one direction heartthrob” and “a list singer” used the same private chef

13 November - Harry on cover of Vogue, after this the Peace ring only appeared occasionally

25 November long pond sessions on Disney + Joe announced as William Bowery

26 November Harry returns to la to film DWD, California maybe written here

3 December - DWD filming palm springs. Fan says they served Harry and OW at Apple Pan

11 December evermore released, taylor’s zane lowe interview, at 49:34 she pauses a lot and struggles to talk about Joe being William Bowery.

19 December Harry jingle ball seems flat

30 December - 7 photos of Joe and Taylor thought to be taken 31 December 2016 hack/leak. Only 7 photos?? She is wearing a pink wig while he shaves. OW wearing necklace she later says was a gift from Harry.

Continue to 2021

[marypsue]

of course I recognize it, but I would love something for RB 2 Electric Boogaloo :>

[from this meme]

Ah yes. RB 2 Electric Boogaloo, also known as Something Borrowed, Something Blues, the sequel to Reincarnation Blues. I'll be honest, I've barely touched this one since late 2019-early 2020? My whole methodology of writing has changed since then, but somehow I'm still stuck on knowing what has to happen next, but not being quite sure how (or in what order). Maybe I need to try something creative with sticky notes.

I did start rereading this one from the beginning recently, though, to try to remind myself where I was and where I was going, and I have been working on it. Slowly.

Sample:

Where the shiny, modern glass-and-steel building that housed the Stanley Pines Memorial Library of the Supernatural had stood, now there was nothing but a flattened pile of rubble, still smoking slightly in places. Eldritch fire glimmered purple-green in between a few tumbled, broken concrete pillars. Bits of broken glass twinkled in the grass of the park that surrounded it and glittered over the asphalt of the road that passed by in front.

The motorcycle crunched over that glass and pulled to a halt, the woman in front putting a foot down to brace herself before pulling off her mirrored helmet and shaking out her iron-grey ponytail. An expression of melancholy crossed her face as she took in the wreckage, melancholy shading toward despair.

Archie could see why. He couldn’t imagine that anyone could have survived whatever calamity had destroyed the library – and, quite likely, caused that enormous percussive boom that had nearly knocked them off the road, earlier. Whoever they’d been coming to see, whatever information they’d hoped to find, whatever remedy to send the hordes of the undead back to their restless graves which they’d sought – all of it was now buried under the smoking ruin.

“Shit,” the motorcyclist said.

Archie found that, vulgar as her language was, he was forced to concur.

He’d only been staring mournfully at the ruin for a scant few seconds, though, before motion caught his eye. At first, he thought it was simply the smoke, or possibly one of those unnaturally-coloured flames, or maybe the rubble settling. But as he watched, a slender hand burst up through the wreckage.

Archie absolutely did not scream like a little girl. He had just barely escaped a gruesome demise at the hands of rotting zombies that punched up through the ground in a very similar fashion, anyway. If he had let out a short, masculine cry of distress, why – he could hardly be faulted, could he?

Whatever the reason, though, the motorcyclist turned.

For a split second, her expression froze, turning grim as she grabbed a piece of shattered rebar from the rubble at their feet. She raised it like a baseball bat as she took several careful steps toward the hand, which was now groping blindly at the broken concrete around it like, Archie thought a little hysterically, someone searching for a dropped contact lens. “Hey! Are you alive?”

For one tense, agonising moment, there was no reply.

And then, muffled, from somewhere under the heaps of concrete and steel, a voice piped up. “That’s kind of vitalist, don’t you think? What if I was a vampire?”

The motorcyclist sighed, a full-body release of tension, and swung the rebar down into the grass before clambering over the rubble to where the hand was still searching. There was an exasperated fondness in her voice as she started to pull the crumbling chunks aside. “Stars’ sake, Yaz, only you could think of something like that while trapped under a collapsed building.”

The exasperated fondness was echoed in the subterranean voice. “And only you would give me shit for it, Wanda. Hey, are you digging me out? You’d better be digging me out, or I’m going to haunt your skinny ass.”

“Yes, I’m digging you out,” the motorcyclist – Wanda? – grumbled, pulling aside a piece of girder as she looked back over her shoulder at Archie. “A little help, here?”

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Who are the skeletons that would have a license and could drive? What car/van/truck would they drive? And would they have any preferences over gas-powered, electric powered, or hybrids?

Undertale Sans - He technically has a license (he passed it with his brother to do brotherly bonding lol) but he's not using his car very often, he doesn't like to drive and with his sleep problems, he's scared he might fall asleep and have an accident. He has a very old gas-powered car, he's not rich lol.

Undertale Papyrus - After four attempts, Papyrus has now his car license. He had to learn it's illegal to do flips with you car (even though he's still doing it sometimes with Undyne because the police is not the boss of him, or that the police is Undyne and Undyne is screaming "DO IT DO THE FLIP" and if the police says so, it can't be illegal... right?). He has an hybrid red convertible. Sans offered it to him for his first birthday on the surface.

Underswap Sans - He has his license and he spends most of his time in his police car doing patrols. He still has a blue hybrid convertible home but doesn't use it very often as he is so scared to damage it.

Underswap Papyrus - HELL NAH. He's way too anxious to drive a car, there's no way he's going to pass his license. Teleportation and the bus are more than enough.

Underfell Sans - He prefers motorcycles. He has a car license but he has no cars, it's just not the same. He has three motorcycles he calls his babies and that he's taking care of very seriously.

Underfell Papyrus - Edge doesn't have his license yet as he failed five times the exam. He might not take criticism this well and have tried to kill the examinator the five times... Red is working on his angry issues. Though, even if he doesn't have a license, he's driving an old gas-powered gas illegally and doesn't give a shit.

Horrortale Sans - He legally cannot drive because of his memory problems. He doesn't like being stuck in a car anyway.

Horrortale Papyrus - He technically has a car license, but no car, as no car are fitting his size. Some people are working on a special car for him though and he's really excited about it!

Horrorfell Sans - He's a motorcycle fan as well and only have a motorcycle license.

Horrorfell Papyrus - He has a special electric car he can drive with his legs paralysis, working half with magic and half with human technology. He's proud because he had to appear in a lot of TV news for this.

Horrorswap Sans - He doesn't have his license and doesn't plan to do. He's not the biggest fan of confined spaces.

Horrorswap Papyrus - He tried, had a massive panic attack and never tried again.

Swapfell Sans - He has a very nice and expensive electric car and he is very proud of it, making sure it's always very clean to make his neighbours jealous. He has his license, obviously, he is a respectable citizen.

Swapfell Papyrus - He has a bright pink small electric car. It was black originally, a gift from Nox, but Rus wanted to piss him off one day and kinda decided it was a good idea to transform it into a Barbie car. At least he is visible. He has his car license, but he's not a very good driver...

Fellswap Gold Sans - He has a very expensive SUV and it's badly dommaged as Wine simply paid the car school to have his license and it worked. He still doesn't know how to drive, it's a 50/50 he hits something on the road or a wall.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Seeing Wine drive vaccinated him for a lifetime and he refuses to have a license or a car thank you very much. He also refuses to go in any car with Wine driving.

Outertale Sans - Who cares about cars when you can fly??? He doesn't need any car.

Outertale Papyrus - As a nanny, he had to have a car to go to school and in the park. He has a gas-powered car and he is very careful on the road like in anything he's doing. Which means he's driving very slow which is pissing off everyone on the road.

Dancetale Sans - He has a personnal driver so no. He's really fine like this.

Dancetale Papyrus - He's passing his car license soon! He still needs to learn a lot of things and it's making him very anxious, but he's getting there.

Dancefell Sans - He has his license but somehow all of his cars died. It's like he's cursed or something. People crashed in his cars, random people burn it, it got caught in a forest fire too once... He still waits money to buy another one.

Dancefell Papyrus - He has a driver as well and doesn't have any need for a car. Since he's a celebrity, he prefers not to be driving himself in case some crazy fans put themselves in danger to see him.

Farmtale Sans - He has a truck and a tractor license. He prefers to drive big trucks instead of small cars.

Farmtale Papyrus - He knows how to drive a tractor but that's it... He's not the biggest fans of vehicles.

Mafiatale Sans - He has a car, but mafia rivals keep burning it so he decided it was not worth it and just teleports now.

Mafiatale Papyrus - He has an hybrid car, but no license as he might have burned the car school down after they refused to give him his license. So for now, he needs to wait.

Mafiafell Sans - He has his license and a gas-powered minivan full of dog cages. He's using it in his every day life and to carry his dogs for mafia missions. It's the second love of his life after the dogs.

Mafiafell Papyrus - He has his license and a hybrid car decorated with skulls and pirate flags so everyone knows he's dangerous even if everyone thinks his car is just ugly. He's mad when someone insults his car.

Ink - Who needs a car when you can travel in any universe you can?

Error - He has a collection of cars he stole in other universes because they looked pretty. He has no idea how to drive them though.

Disbelief Papyrus - Delta has a license and a big SUV. He wanted a smaller car but since he passes a lot of time with Asgore, he kinda had to adapt to his size. He doesn't mind though!

Dustale Sans - He loves to explode car tires, but he doesn't have a car or a license.

Killer Sans - He has a license but he lost it after he kinda decided to drive at 250 kph on a small road because there was no one... (well no one except the cops in ambush...)

[wrld-revolving]

okAY what type of bike boys would dteam be !!

Sapnap is a dirt bike mf he would wear full gear because he learned to the hard way and he secretly hopes there would be random people on the dirt track just so he could yell at them and tell them how dangerous it is when he runs into them. he's a big nerd and constantly keeps up with races. hes only okay with electric motorcycles as long as they make noise and look cooler, so so far now hes not too keen on having one.

Dream is a road bike gentleman and he competes in track racing. not only does he wear full gear but he does so even when hes just driving around in the Florida heat. since he doesn't want to wear his normal clothes underneath for obvious reasons, he puts them in a backpack and when he gets to where he wants he goes to a bathroom and changes. he does so because he likes to feel like batman.

George owns a lot of bikes, most of the time he just goes around with his baby blue moped, and at night he pulls out a ninja r1 but when he REALLY wants to show off and be a hype beast he gets his Ducati panigale V4R which should be a track only !! but dream got it for him sooo. he doesn't race and wears gear inconsistently and obviously sapnap waits for the day he gets his ass shaven off on the road.

[windburnedeyes]

Honda Electric Motorcycle Concepts Revealed

Honda has stayed quiet on electric street bikes for adults until now, focusing mostly on off-road models. But at EICMA 2024, Honda unveiled two striking concepts that signal a change: the sporty EV Fun Concept and the city-focused EV Urban Concept scooter. Continue reading Honda Electric Motorcycle Concepts Revealed

[garbinge]

Never Okay

Opie Winston x OC Joanne Teller

From these August Prompts: Blinding & For @the-slumberparty's Bingo Challenge! Bingo square: Biker A/N: This is... dark and very sad and emotional. Totally get if no one wants to read this cause it's heavy (warnings below) but the story has been in my head and I just... let words hit paper. Again, I love writing for my Teller sister OC outside of her little multi chap I have.. this is an AU to my own fic, yet again. And an AU to canon in a way.

Words: 2.6k

Warnings: Spoilers for series finale of SOA. Canon level mentions of suicide. Mentions of suicide, losing a sibling, murder, grief, angst, nightmares, tense, car/bike accidents, torment, trauma, self blame, not a happy or content ending.

SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics

The breeze was cold and felt eerie along her skin. It was late into the night and Joanne was standing in the middle of the highway. Her head turned to get a look at what was around her, where she was. 508. She knew the road well, too well honestly. Her head looked up ahead and saw the rocks that framed the edge of the road where her father’s initials were permanently marked as well as his soul. But what was she doing here? Why was she standing in the middle of the empty highway in the middle of the night? There was no sign of how she got there, no cars, no people, just her. Her head looked down and she noticed she was in one of Opie’s t-shirts, it was practically swimming on her, her feet were bare, no socks, no shoes. Before she could question any of that, she heard the rumbling of a motorcycle. Her eyes looked up, at first, expecting Opie to be coming to pick her up, explain what the fuck was happening, but it wasn’t him. She saw the bike that was now passing those tall mountained rocks, it was teal, a Tiffany blue to be more exact, the color she had told her father to paint the bike when she was younger. She felt the joy hitch in her throat as she recognized the person on the bike, even from far away. Her father. The smile on her face grew and she took a few steps forward as if that was going to bring her closer to him. Her voice called out while her hands waved. It felt so strange calling out to her father, it was something she hadn’t done in years because, well, JT was dead. Once her mind wrapped itself around that fact, that joyous feeling sunk back into her gut and the bike suddenly turned electric blue and the figure on the bike changed too. Joanne saw her brother, no helmet, smile on his face, and hands beginning to release the handlebars of the bike. Her heart dropped and she began running towards Jax, screaming, telling him to stop, begging, crying, she was so wrapped up in getting her brother’s attention that she didn’t notice the tractor trailer behind her. Her body turned and her hands moved up to shield herself from the blinding headlights, out of instinct she turned the opposite direction but was met with the same blinding light from Jax’s bike. Impulsively she crouched down and shielded herself as both vehicles drove directly at her. She felt two hands on either one of her shoulders and a whisper in her ear that sounded just like the two deceased men in her life. “It’s okay, Jo.” They both said at the same time and the chills that moved down her arms mixed with the noise of beeping and crashing sent her straight awake.

As she sat up in bed her hand moved to her chest in an attempt to slow its rapid beating and catch her breath. It was a dream. Well, more like a nightmare. But nonetheless, it wasn’t real even though it all felt extremely real. Her eyes moved over to the other side of the bed where Opie laid sound asleep, his long hair sprawled around the pillow and his black tank top sat snug across his chest with the comforter half on and half off. His snores were light but they were enough to let Jo know her sudden jolt didn’t stir him awake. After a deep breath she moved her eyes to the nightstand, 3:30AM. She wasn’t sure the last time she could sleep through the night, it’d been months but when everynight posed its own issue preventing sleep, things began to feel like years. 

Jo stood up, one thing remained true from her dream, she was still swimming in Opie’s shirt, but she quickly threw on a pair of socks to protect her feet from the cold hardwood floors. Managing to tip toe out of their shared bedroom, she moved down the hallway and began checking in on the three bedrooms past hers. The first one which belonged to Dylan and Ellie, her daughter with an ex and Opie’s daughter, both girls were sound asleep on the bunk beds that they begged to have. Jo silently closed the door and moved onto the next room which was Kenny’s. Their only son. He was asleep as well, but not in bed. He was passed out in the bean bag that sat in the corner of the kid’s room, a video game controller in one hand and the other across his chest. He slept similarly to Opie, sprawled out with a blanket half on and half off, it made her smile before she lightly closed the door and made her way to the last bedroom. Nicolette’s. Their child together who was aging out of her crib as the days passed. The door was already open in the baby’s room, they left it that way so they could hear her cries better in case the monitor didn’t pick it up entirely. 

The baby was sound asleep as well. There was a part of Joanne that wished she was awake, needed to eat, needed to be burped or just simply wanted to be up. It’d give her something to do since she was up and had no intention of going back to sleep, it’d also give her something to push every aspect she had been going over and over in her head about the nightmare. But, she opted to let the baby sleep and make her way to the garage. 

Her hand rested on the door handle for a minute. Thinking if this was something she wanted to do or if it was just going to put her deeper in grief, deeper in depression. Ultimately, she decided to open the door and she saw the skeleton of the Teller bike and then the parts scattered on the work table against the garage wall. The Teller bike took the place of the panhead Opie had bought back when they decided to leave Charming and the club behind. She thought she had escaped the violence, escaped the torment and path of a bloody Teller life but no matter where she went, it’d follow her. 

“Can’t sleep?” Opie’s voice was soft and didn’t startle Jo one bit. That was one perk of feeling dead inside, nothing frightened her anymore. Sure, she feared for her kids but not for herself. 

“Never can.” Jo stood in the doorway, arms crossed leaned up against the frame staring at the bike that her brother crashed and died on. 

“I told you if you had an issue with me rebuilding it, I’d take it somewhere else.” Opie was now towering behind Jo, his body slightly touching her back as his arm moved up and down her arm. 

“No, I like knowing you’re close when you’re working on it.” Jo protested and melted into Opie’s grip. 

That was one thing she’d never intentionally do, take out her grief on Opie. He had his own share, between Donna and Piney and now their shared grief over Jax. She knew his shoulders were heavy with burden as well.

“You dream about him again?” Opie’s voice was soft now. 

Joanne hummed. “Both of ‘em. I feel like they’re fuckin’ talking to me.” 

“You’ve always felt that way when it came to JT.” Opie rested his head next to Jo’s as they talked. 

“It’s different now, I feel so fucking connected to Jax, JT never haunted me the way Jax’s death is.” Jo shook her head. 

“It’s still fresh. You gotta cut yourself a break.” Opie was now removing himself from Jo and stood directly next to her in the doorway, but he was facing her while she was still staring at the bike. 

“How come you’re so put together.” Jo looked over at her husband, the statement was a little aggressive, again, it was something she’d never intentionally do, didn’t mean that anger didn’t come pushing through sometimes. 

“It’s the life, babe.” Opie shook his head. It’s when Jo realized he tied his hair back into a bun compared to the sprawled out mess it was in bed when she left. 

“It’s not our life anymore.” Jo was back to staring at the bike. 

“But Jax didn’t give it up like we did. You tried, you tried to get him to come with us, but he chose the life.” 

“So that’s what allows you to accept it? Because it's the life?” Jo was trying to wrap her brain around that. 

“I was in the life, Jo. I get it. It’ll always be a part of guys like me and Jax, it makes it easier to understand.”

Was it? Was that what made it easier to understand? Those were the thoughts pinballing in Jo’s head. She was a part of the life, too. Whether she liked it or not. Maybe that was the difference, Jo didn’t exactly choose this life, it was forced on her, she was born into it. But it was the same for Jax and Opie. They all came from the parental lineage of the club. At one point though, it did become a choice. Jax and Opie became grown men and were fully accountable for their actions, their choices, their decisions. So did Jo. In different ways, that was likely where their paths forked. But somewhere along the way, Jo and Ope made the decision to get out. After all that loss the inevitability of the loss to come, it was the only thing that made sense. Jo had begged Jax to leave, begged him to take the kids and come with them but the ghost of JT haunted him in a way that it didn’t haunt her. JT might have loved the club but Jo didn’t think he loved it enough to sacrifice his kids, their well being. Jo’s argument was that was why the club was created, a way to live out a certain way of life, and time and time again, the club proved that wasn’t possible. It’s why JT wrote the manuscript, he was holding on to hope, the same hope that kept the reaper’s grip tight on Jax. Jax also had Gemma in his ear in a way that Jo didn’t. When Jo told Gemma she was packing up her and Opie’s kids and getting the hell out of Charming, Gemma gave some mumbled half assed comment before leaving and really taking it out on Opie. Everything that should have been said to Jo, was said to Opie. Gemma practically begged him to stay, for the club, for Jax. That Jo was just an old lady that needed to be put in her place, and listen to her husband. That was the breaking point of a long line of tension building between the two women. But ultimately, Gemma pulled one Teller back in. The Teller that was going to kill her. The Teller that would ultimately be the demise of Gemma Teller-Morrow. The weight of Gemma’s death didn’t weight on Jo the way everyone thought it would. She was content with it, similar in a way that Opie was with Jax. It was part of the life. Gemma knew what the life was. Through and through and chose it every time. Gemma was the reason JT was dead, whether Jo knew the gory and full truth, she had enough to place blame, Gemma was the reason Jo’s nephews were orphans, she was the reason why there was a strew of death all falling at her feet.

That’s what made Jo think more about Gemma. How she practically groomed her to become an old lady, a club girl.  How she wasn’t a good mother and maybe she could let that go for herself but she couldn’t for Jax. Maybe that’s what it all came down to. The fact that Jo tried so hard as the eldest sibling to be the parent that Jax needed while also being his older sister, while watching out for him, while seeing the good in the man and not pushing him to become something he’d never be able to come back from. But none of it worked. No matter how hard Jo tried, Gemma always won. And Jo always lost. 

So, that was why Jo had an issue blaming the life for the literal wreck in front of her. Because it wasn’t so much the life to blame but the web that Gemma spun for her own personal gain. 

“I would blame the life if he was gunned down by an enemy MC, shivved in prison, hell, even taken down on his bike. But this, Ope? This wasn’t the life. This was our life. The Teller life did this. Gemma did this–” Joanne was getting angrier as she spoke but the last sentence got stuck in her throat as she stopped short of saying what was seconds away from spilling out from her brain through her mouth. 

“You know you did everything you could, this doesn’t land on you.” Opie’s voice got serious now. He knew what she was going to say, that she was going to put the blame on herself. It was an odd position for Opie to be in, being the one trying to ground Joanne, be her support when all these years that was what she did for him. 

Joanne let out a laugh at the statement. This doesn’t land on you. Everything landed on someone in this life. 

“This all lands on me, Ope.” Jo shook her head, pushing off the door frame. “I was the only one there for him. I could’ve pulled him out. I could have prevented this. All of this.” Jo was beginning to spiral. 

“Jax was a grown man, Joanne.” Opie’s voice was soft even though the statement was firm. “Every decision he made falls on him, not me, not Gemma, not you.”

Joanne looked over at him and gave him a look. “Alright, yea, we can blame Gemma a little.” His stance softened and Jo managed to let out a laugh for the first time in a long time. 

She moved over to him and he wrapped his arms around her shoulders as she melted into his embrace. Opie’s head rested on Joanne’s as their embrace tightened. “Wendy and Nero are taking the boys horseback riding tomorrow.” Opie mumbled on Jo’s head. “Figured we could take the kids.” 

Jo let out a sigh of relief. If there was one thing that came from all of this, it was that Opie and them moved onto Nero’s farm with Wendy and the boys. It allowed Jo to be close to them, help raise them, be some type of fucked up family. 

“That sounds like a good idea.” Jo nodded her head against Opie. 

“You wanna talk about the dream?” Opie asked, bringing up their original conversation. 

“I was on 508, blinding lights from both directions. JT and Jax coming straight at me while the truck was coming from the other side. Then they whispered to me that it’s okay.” 

“Maybe it is okay.” Opie said, still hugging the girl. 

Jo wanted to respond but instead, she just kept her thought to herself.

Or maybe it never will be.

[taekookpassion]

The Temptation Game - (Chapter 3)

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Chapter Title: Temptation Unleashed Warning for Readers: This chapter contains themes of attraction, flirtation, and potential romantic situations. Summary: In Chapter 3 of The Temptation Game, the dynamic between Y/N and Jungkook intensifies as they navigate the thrill of their growing attraction. After a playful invitation, Y/N agrees to a motorcycle ride with Jungkook, leading them to a scenic overlook where the tension culminates in a moment of undeniable chemistry. As they face the choice between caution and desire, Y/N grapples with the implications of crossing boundaries in their relationship. Word Count: 1,115 words Author's Note: Thank you for joining Y/N and Jungkook on this exhilarating ride! I hope you’re enjoying the mix of tension and attraction. Let me know your thoughts on their evolving relationship, and stay tuned for what happens next!

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As the days turned into weeks, the dynamic between Y/N and Jungkook shifted from mere flirtation to a game of irresistible tension. Y/N found herself oscillating between annoyance and undeniable attraction, and each time Jungkook appeared, her heart raced just a little faster. He was relentless in his pursuit, always showing up at the most unexpected moments, often with a playful grin and an even more tempting invitation.

It was Friday afternoon, and the school was buzzing with the excitement of the upcoming weekend. Y/N had just finished her last class, ready to head home when she spotted Jungkook leaning against his motorcycle in the parking lot, a sight that made her heart skip a beat. He was dressed casually in a black leather jacket and fitted jeans that hugged his figure in all the right places. He looked like trouble wrapped in charm, and the way he was looking at her made her stomach flutter.

“Hey, Y/N! Got a minute?” he called out, his voice smooth and inviting.

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the smile that tugged at her lips. “What do you want, Jungkook?”

He pushed himself off the bike and sauntered over, the casual confidence in his stride making her heart race even faster. “I was thinking of taking you for a ride. Just you and me. What do you say?”

Y/N hesitated, her mind racing with the implications. She had never been on a motorcycle before, and the thought sent a thrill of fear and excitement through her. She tried to keep her expression neutral, but her pulse quickened at the idea of being so close to him, feeling the wind rush around them as they sped down the open road.

“Are you trying to get me killed?” she shot back, trying to mask the intrigue in her voice. “I can’t even imagine what my parents would say.”

Jungkook stepped closer, lowering his voice as he leaned in slightly, his gaze locked onto hers. “Come on, live a little. I promise I’ll take care of you. Besides, you’re not going to get in trouble for having a little fun, are you?”

His words hung in the air, full of temptation. Y/N bit her lip, battling the urge to say yes. Deep down, she wanted to feel the thrill of adventure, to break away from the confines of her routine. But there was still that cautious voice in her head warning her against getting too close to him.

“What if I say no?” she asked, trying to sound indifferent.

Jungkook’s eyes sparkled with mischief, and he shrugged nonchalantly. “Then I’ll just have to keep asking until you do.”

Y/N rolled her eyes again, trying to suppress the smile creeping onto her lips. “Fine. Just this once.”

“Great!” Jungkook’s grin widened, and he stepped back to give her space. “You won’t regret it.”

A few minutes later, Y/N found herself straddling the motorcycle behind Jungkook, her heart pounding in a mix of exhilaration and nervousness. He secured the helmet on her head, and for a brief moment, their eyes locked, the electric tension between them palpable. Y/N felt a rush of warmth flood her cheeks, and she quickly averted her gaze, focusing instead on the scenery ahead.

As Jungkook revved the engine, she wrapped her arms around his waist, holding on tightly. The vibrations of the bike coursed through her, and as they sped off, the world around them blurred into a kaleidoscope of colors. The wind whipped through her hair, and for the first time in a long while, she felt alive—truly alive.

They rode through the city, Jungkook expertly weaving through traffic, the adrenaline of the ride amplifying the chemistry between them. Each turn brought them closer, the intimacy of their shared experience making Y/N forget about her reservations. She couldn’t deny the thrill of being so close to him, the way his body felt beneath her fingertips, the warmth radiating from him, igniting a desire deep within her.

They eventually pulled over at a scenic overlook, a spot that provided a breathtaking view of the sunset painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. Jungkook killed the engine and turned to face her, his expression shifting from carefree to something more serious, more intense.

“See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asked, a playful smile returning to his lips as he removed his helmet.

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, the sound echoing in the evening air. “Okay, I admit it. This is pretty amazing.”

“Just wait until you see what else I have planned,” he replied, leaning in slightly, his face just inches from hers. The air around them crackled with tension, the world fading away until it was just the two of them.

“What else?” she asked, her heart racing as she met his gaze, caught in the spell of his charisma.

Jungkook hesitated, his expression turning serious. “I just wanted to show you that life can be more than just textbooks and study sessions. There’s a whole world out there waiting for us.”

Y/N felt a warmth spread through her, touched by his sincerity but still wary of the underlying desire simmering between them. “You make it sound so easy.”

“It can be,” he murmured, his voice low and inviting. “If you let it.”

Without thinking, Y/N reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, but as her hand brushed against his, a jolt of electricity shot through her. The moment felt suspended in time, both of them caught in the realization of how close they truly were. Jungkook’s gaze dropped to her lips, and she felt her breath hitch in her throat.

“Y/N,” he whispered, his voice barely audible above the sound of the wind. “Can I kiss you?”

The question hung in the air, laden with desire and anticipation. Y/N’s heart raced, and her mind went blank. She should say no, should pull back and regain her composure, but something about the way he looked at her—like she was the only thing in the universe that mattered—made her heart ache with longing.

“Jungkook…” she breathed, uncertainty lacing her voice.

“Just one kiss,” he urged, his tone filled with a mix of confidence and vulnerability. “Just to see if there’s something real between us.”

Y/N felt her pulse quicken, the weight of his words pressing down on her. This was the moment where she had to decide—could she really let herself fall into the depths of this attraction, this unexplainable chemistry?

She had a choice to make, and as Jungkook leaned in closer, she realized that she might just be ready to take the plunge. To be continued.... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ If you guys eager to read filthy smut stories of Taekook, Check out My Patreon

[fancyshooting]

my eva playlist. some songs are silly some are not but they all make me think about her. tracklist and reasons down there vvv

hi eva fans!! these explanations aren't deep or anything, just little notes... the most vague, redundant notes. notice how they get shorter and shorter because if you listen to the songs and read the lyrics with eva in mind it'll make sense as to why they're on there. the songs aren't in any kind of order btw

I Like 'Em Big and Stupid - Julie Brown

off to a great start. looks like this was the song that made me create an eva playlist. sorry big boss. eva loves when her targets are big n stupid. makes it easy for her

Love and Affection - Joan Armatrading

see they're not all silly!!

"not in love" = spy with no true allegiance. "east or west" omg cold war. eva looking for a genuine connection/something to believe in

She's Always a Woman - Billy Joel

mercurial, manipulative women. "garden of eden"!! bb seeing her as a woman and not as a tool

Hips, Tits, Lips, Power! - Pigface

knows her strengths. using her body to get what she wants. says "china" in it

Evil Woman - Electric Light Orchestra

stealing what she thought was the philosopher's legacy then suffering the consequences. "open road" = motorcycle. can sound like "eva woman" if you make it

On A Mission - Gabriella Cilmi

you go girl 💖 impossible to hear and not think about eva. "foot on gas, key in ignition"

I Know What Boys Like - The Waitresses

eva being a very well trained charm agent

Bad Habit - The Offspring

ROAD RAGE

A Girl Like You - Edwyn Collins

seductive sounding song. eva is special to everyone she targets. the "devil/god" bit idk big boss or something

TheWhisperers - The The

eva despondent reflection moment. backstabbing. whispers = rumours to follow/intel

Chinese Spy - The Tremelo Beer Gut

too complex to explain

I Can't Believe You Would Fall for All the Crap in This Song - Sparks

stringing targets along and feeling superior about it

(You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman - Aretha Franklin

disillusioned with spy life but then being seen by bb yay. more than a body

Seventeen - Ladytron

disposable. cycling through young charm agents. that likely insidious comment she makes if you interrogate her: "and then... when I was seventeen...!"

Not My Idea - Garbage

controlled, no agency and the despair that comes with it

Bitch - Meredith Brooks

that bitch was wearing perfume. multifaceted, many faces. hard to know after years of suppressing true self. BITCH! BITCH! BITCH ...BITCH!

Big Log - Robert Plant

more emptiness. driving metaphor

She's Not There - The Zombies

lying, causing harm. physically vanishes after snake eater but also "not there" as in empty spy

Femme Fatale - Velvet Underground, Nico

charm agent life 💋

Sexbomb - Tom Jones, Mousse T.

sexy spy song idk. is eva not a sexbomb?

Pet Body - Miya Folick

detachment from body because of her job. violent lines = nature of her work. "I'm just a sack of flesh", "I'm a delicate piece of equipment"

Don't Believe a Word - Thin Lizzy

leading targets on and lying about her feelings

Lorraine - Bad Manners

eva wronging bb/target. spy backstabbing and violence

Spy of Love - INXS

tricks and tracking. eva does all that

Left Outside Alone - Anastacia

idk why this reminds me of eva. distance between her and bb? any religious references in lyrics are always about bb. that's the mgs playlist rule

THE END!! HAPPY LISTENING AND THINKING ABOUT EVA 🎶 🍎