#and mini magnets for the plushies to hold!!

[ninjaduelist]

My Ichigo Box is here!!! Everything looks so so good and I feel so lucky to have been invited to participate in such a fun project with SO MANY wonderful artists 😭 (there was a lot of quiet fangirling on my part)

Opening this up was so fun and there just so much stuff!!! Definitely a feast for the eyes!! Thanks so much to everyone that supported the project and got a bundle, and to Ichigo Box for allowing me to be a part of it!! ❤️🧡✨

(There’s so much stuff I even missed 2 of the prints in my picture, oops!!!)

[catcze]

It's late where I am but I have to write this before I forget.

Wrio finding out his partner makes plushies of him and you to give to Sigewinne and she, bless her heart, asks you to make a plushie of yourself to give Wrio.

omg i hope you got some sleep after sending this to me!! Mwah mwah <3

And wait that's actually so adorable ?? TT like, I can see Sigewinne cherishing the little plushies you make for her— keeping them safe on a shelf in her room and occasionally bringing them with her to the infirmary on stressful, busy days.

She loves these plushies so so much, especially since you handmade them, and even included little magnets in plush-wrio and plush-you's hands, so that if she places them close enough together, they'd hold hands.

And it doesn't escape her notice how Wriothesley's eyes are drawn to them the first time he sees them in her infirmary. How he's rendered silent as he appreciates them, how he kinda even pouts as he asks her where she got them and she tells them that you made them for her.

Knowing that Wriothesley isn't really the type to come out and ask you himself, Sigewinne does it for him instead, mentioning how she saw him looking at the gifts you gave her, how he seemed to really like them, and how she thinks it'd help keep him company on days where the two of you aren't together.

So you make a little plushie of yourself!! And you pull out all the stops on this one. You give mini-you magnets in your hands too, and find a little teacup for you to hold, and a bunch of other accessories too. When you give it to Wrio, little teacup in hand so that 'he has someone to share teatime with when you can't see him' he gets the softest fucking look on his face, and he holds the little plush so gently as if he's scared it'll break. All in all, it's safe to say that he like the gift very very much ♡

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Bleach Headcanons : Oddities Part 2

More weird stuff that members of the Gotei 13 do. Part 1 can be found here.

Genryusai Yamamoto

Enjoys knitting and spends his evenings creating intricate scarves and blankets for his squad members. He considers it a form of meditation and finds solace in the rhythmic clicking of the knitting needles.

Has a hidden stash of adorable cat-themed trinkets in his office, gifts from squad members over the years. 

Has a peculiar habit of conducting morning exercises with his subordinates, insisting on leading synchronized stretching sessions that include overly enthusiastic jumping jacks and cartwheels, much to everyone's surprise.

Shunsui Kyoraku 

Composes dramatic, overly poetic love letters to his favorite sake brands, expressing his undying devotion and appreciation for their taste.

Is known to challenge squad members to bizarre competitions, such as a haiku battle or a contest to see who can take the longest nap. He always claims victory, regardless of the actual outcome.

Keeps a stash of disguises in his office and occasionally infiltrates other squads just for fun, but he's always caught due to his distinctively lazy demeanor

Izuru Kira

Has a secret collection of adorable plush toys hidden in his office. Whenever he's stressed, he takes a break with these plushies, assigning different voices and personalities to each one. 

Creates a mini zen garden in his office and spends hours meticulously arranging the sand and tiny rocks, finding solace and inner peace in its careful maintenance.

Collects unusual stationery and spends his downtime experimenting with different types of ink and quills. 

Toshiro Hitsugaya

Develops an unexpected fascination with ice sculpting and spends his free time sculpting intricate, mini ice replicas of notable Seireitei landmarks. He insists they're just practice, but secretly cherishes them in his office. 

Unintentionally is a magnet for lost animals in the Seireitei, and his squad often finds him shooing out stray cats and birds from his office.

 Becomes overly protective of the squad's refrigerator, labeling each item with his name and fiercely defending his snacks from any potential thieves within the squad, even going as far as setting up "ice traps" to catch unauthorized snack bandits

Zaraki Kenpachi

Pretty sure he’s adopted a pet kitten that he secretly dotes on in his spare time. He refuses to acknowledge its existence in front of anyone and grumbles about "just tolerating its presence," but his squad members catch glimpses of him sneaking it bits of fish and milk.

Started a food stall called "Kenpachi's Cooking Corner" where he attempts to teach his squad how to cook. The sessions usually end in chaos and burnt food, but everyone participates out of fear of upsetting him.

Enjoys reading shoujo manga in secret and has a vast collection stashed away in his office, fiercely denying their existence whenever someone accidentally discovers them, insisting that he got them for Yachiru. 

Mayuri Kurotsuchi 

Holds "Bring Your Weirdest Invention to Work" days in his lab, encouraging his subordinates to create the most outlandish and impractical gadgets imaginable. However, he always mysteriously makes his own invention vanish right before the judging, claiming it was too advanced for everyone else to comprehend

Holds a weekly "Fashion Forward Friday" where he experiments with unconventional clothing designs, resulting in outrageous outfits that his squad members struggle to comprehend

Has a peculiar habit of meticulously organizing his lab by arranging test tubes and equipment according to their color gradients, which nobody dares disturb for fear of incurring his wrath

Becomes obsessed with perfecting the art of making perfectly shaped and flavored jelly desserts. His squad members often find themselves unwilling taste-testers for his latest bizarre jelly concoctions

[steakout-05]

i had. an idea. a while ago (and i mean probably back in mid 2023) i drew a little concept for what a Barry Steakfries plush could hypothetically look like in one of my old sketchbooks, but never really expanded on it beyond just a simple sketch. a couple days ago though, after i fixed up some holes in a couple of my old plushies, i remembered that concept and got absolutely flooded with a ton of ideas for a plushie i could possibly make for myself in the future. i quickly sketched some stuff down yesterday and here's what i made :)

this is inspired by the awesome drawings of a makeship style Barry plush by schnabel53 and the Barry plush Daisy Parker created back in 2013, as well as the Fruit Ninja Sensei plush Halfbick produced!! i love the look of plushies that are in a more standard standing pose with floppier limbs and i wanted to revisit the old idea i had and expand on it a little bit. here's some very rough and rushed sketches of the side, back and how he would hold his jetpack:

(why tf is that side profile so red lmao)

features:

little magnets on the inside of his hands that can hold stuff

embroidered facial features

his suit jacket can be taken off and replaced with other clothes

little plastic circles on the bottom of his shoes to retain their shape and make sitting him down easier

his body would be completely made out of minky or a similar soft fabric, with clothing made out of a soft material similar to material that the Spamton plush's jacket is made out of (for lack of better comparison lol). his tie would also be made out of minky with no stuffing.

his eyebrows are a separate part that slightly protrudes from his face rather than being embroidered

his jetpack handles have a wire inside and are posable, as well as having a magnet inside that Barry's hands can stick to

accessories:

the machine gun jetpack from MD and JJ

his shotgun from MD

a coin and a spin token

a mini Craig plush

important: i have absolutely no idea if i'm ever going to actually make this or not, these are just concepts. however i have been making little tests with felt and fleece to get myself used to sewing stuff again, as it has been a very long time since i made anything comparable to a plush, and i would like to see this idea realised some day and expand my creative skills. it's just not a guarantee. also since a couple days ago i have literally been obsessed with the thought of sewing into something and have been looking in my closet for any plushies that have holes that need to be sewn up just so i can practise it on some actual material, i'm going insane about it loll

further ideas that i may or may not do (depending on if i want to do them lol):

giving Barry more accessories like a couple of the gadgets from Jetpack Joyride (i'm thinking a lucky last token, air barrys or the gravity belt), revive hearts, a gun from JJ2, his pistol from AOZ and a mini supply crate, a tiny zombie t-rex for him to hold and of course: a plate of steak and fries. maybe also a little australian flag to hold :3

making a repaired suit (with visible seams for extra detail) for Barry

making a few of the Jetpack Joyride costume pieces for him, such as the DJ Barry headphones, the Sensei outfit and maybe even the maid outfit if i'm feeling ballsy enough

making concepts for Flash, Craig and Salesman Barry plushes

Flash accessories and features: the little toy remote thing from the JJ2 anniversary art, some sort of futuristic lookin tennis ball thing, a rocket jet for him to wear (like the one he wears when Barry is operating the Lil' Stomper), a small patterned pillow to sleep on and a bone for him to hold with a magnet located near his mouth. i think it'd also be cute if i were to hypothetically give him a nose that lights up but that's crossing the line of plushmaking and into adruino coding (which i have no clue how to do nor do i have the resources) if i were to actually make that lol

Craig accessories and features: a mini Barry plush, a clipboard and pen, little emotive thingies (like a sweat bead, blush, a question and exclamation mark) to stick on his face via magnets, removable gloves,

Salesman Barry accessories and features: his nametag, removable glasses, his briefcase, a mini gramophone, a clipboard, a little business card

[sugar-omi]

Mc makes a plushie of themself and Cove. Both having magnetic hands.

They leave it with Cove whenever they're off to work or working abroad so he just sits there. Watching their mini selves holding hands.

he'd cry enough to flood the house n then call you to say he misses you.... wow

[astra-dark]

A little backwards since I’ve already posted wips of Vash but here’s the concept art of my mini Mashwood plushies!

These little babies will have squeakers in their chest so the make fun noises, removable glasses for the boys, and a set of magnets in their hands so the can hold hands with each other 💕✨

[tj-crochets]

I personally always have many things in my bag, and a card game is not one of them, but ussually pen and paper for little kids, and a book and at least one craft project for me, plus kind of gamey knick and knacks (like my glass cabachons or magnetic rings). I do not think its very common, as most of my friends and family routinely call out the "botomlessness" in my bag whenever I pull out something deemed unsual by them (ussually the crafting materials, project, scissors or knives or needles or hygene products). The extrovert/introvert aspect is definitely interesting! I know most of the avoid boredom things in my bag are definitely for me, but I like to tuck granola bars or cookies just in case someone around me gets hungry. I find your aspect of things absolutely wonderful, and suggest a word-based charades type of game to add to your deck (Alias, was I believe its name)

Thanks! I'll check out Alias, I've been considering getting one of those teeny tiny versions of board games to keep in my bag but a charades-based game sounds like a really good option too I didn't know that the mini versions of board games were a thing until my sister started working on a cruise ship and I got her like every teeny tiny board game I could find for her birthdays but I figure if they'll hold up to flying around the world surely they'll hold up to my purse lol My family thinks my purse is bottomless too! I mean, currently mine is mostly just my various medications (split into "emergency" and "as needed" categories), but I keep a side pouch of purse just for "things other people might need", like bandaids, a roll of those doggy bags (sometimes a waterproof bag is so handy to have), benadryl, stuff like that. I should add a granola bar, that's a good idea Edit: I totally forgot to add I usually have a small plushie in my purse for people having bad days! Usually I end up giving them to kids, but I've also given them to adults who seem to be having a rough day

[gly2101]

A headcanon where gn!civvy is a dimension traveler where 141 + Horangi + König + Los Vaqueros were not aware off and discovered it first hand when they met on random places, and not forgetting that the random things and skills that gn!civvy can do for them.

Ghost

First off, this man is beyond shocked that gn!civvy can open portals and go through them when he checked on them by walking in on their room and the two were having a "pro-longed eye contact" for ten minutes before he left without a word.

Discovered that the random things and skills such as cooking meals for everyone whenever they take over and getting him a new pair set of skeletal printed gloves were from their dimensional travels.

Had a hard time to say no when civvy wanted to take them on a vacation, you mean by vacation, you mean by yeeting both yourself and himself into the portal.

Promised to keep their secret from anyone but had told Soap about it, accidentally.

Gave them tea leaves for brewing their own tea.

Civvy gave him a lifetime supply of both tea and bourbon in return.

Terrified when civvy joined their mission armed with absolutely nothing but a hello kitty metal bat.

Soap

Heard it from Ghost and didn't believe him until he saw civvy coming out of the portal with a mythical bird sitting on their shoulder.

First to see they have been through a lot of dimensions during their free time and wanted to experience it.

Got scared when civvy joined on their mission on tracking down Graves and had a wolf (from another dimension) to track down the traitor and have given them leads so far.

Was given a bar of soap as a joke once.

Gave them a packet of detergent as well to return the joke.

Even got pranked when he walked into the living room by spiders and he let out a non so manly scream.

Gaz

Terrified to the bones when civvy track down Graves with a wolf.

Promising not to tell Laswell and Price but told them anyways.

Gave them a pistol for protection purposes.

Civvy gave them a crossbow with arrows in return.

Trusted civvy to hold down the fort when it comes to taking a break from missions.

Not surprised when civvy took the whole team to a dimensional travel trip with them as a guide to everything.

Price

Was told by Gaz about their power and told them about keeping it low.

Nearly going grey when they joined their mission armed with nothing but a metal bat and killed two or three shadows with it.

Had a mini heart attack when civvy showed up the tracking mission with a wolf to effectively track down Graves.

Wanting to keep them away from danger but danger seems to magnet towards them instead.

Gave them a tracking device on their shirt.

Civvy gave him a fisherman's hat in return.

Had no time to lecture them whenever they started to cause chaos.

König

Intimidated once by them when they returned back to base with 141 while carrying a headless corpse from one of the shadows.

Anxiety levels rises whenever they approached civvy.

Civvy, however, only noticed them while giving them a few things that can fit König's hand.

Gave them a pouch of berries once.

Civvy then gave them a small bag of edible berries from one of their travels.

Happy enough to accompany them when they get lonely.

Horangi

Tolerate them when he was given a task (by Price) to keep them from using their powers in public.

Never believe in such things once but regretted it when he scolded them on using their powers in public and civvy was pissed off and opened around ten to twenty portals at once.

Apologized numerous times afterwards and civvy calmed down but gave him a glare when he tried to scold them, lightly.

Gave them a korean recipe that had seaweeds on it.

Civvy gave him a tiger plushie in return.

Discovered that civvy smoked a stick whenever they feel stressed or out of the place and joined them for one.

Alejandro

Never complained on how or where they came from until civvy told them about their powers and explained everything on how or where they came from.

Believed that they also came from another dimension to which they told him and the group in truth as well.

Looking forward to how civvy can surprise him and the group about whatever chaos and things they come out of the portal.

Once terrified to the core when civvy came running out of the portal and into the battle field with nothing but a metal bat and screaming bloody murder.

Gave them a big shirt.

Civvy gave him a black turtleneck sweater in return.

Not even surprised one bit when they saw civvy running away from a pissed off Ghost.

Amused even when Ghost gave up half way catching on them.

Rodolfo

Believed that they were the ones who tampered with the dimension traveling theories before.

Confused when his shirts started decreasing and were missing until civvy came to the kitchen wearing one of them shirts.

Decided to give them a whole cabinet worth of his and the group's clothes in it.

Civvy gave him a new pair of socks in return.

Was horrified when civvy came back to base after the mission with 141 all bloody and smiling.

Asked 141 what happened and 141 told him and Alejandro what happened during the mission.

[bokubear]

A CHILD WALKS UP TO YOU W/ HQ BOYS

featuring ; ( timeskip! )atsumu & osamu miya, sakusa kiyoomi, suna rintarou

warnings ; baby fever on a high rise

notes ; such a sucker for this soft content

ATSUMU walked around the park with you, fingers intertwined with comfortably. today was his day off and he was not going to waste it. by absolutely no means necessary—“WAHHH ! !“ the ear rapturing cries rang from a small child, now clinging to your leg like a vice. “hey there little one, what’s wrong ?” you ushered softly, stroking his head gently. this immensely stalled his internal annoyance, just how kind you were. especially with this frightened child. his heart melting into a puddle of love. “m-m-my mommyy..” the boy sniffled, rubbing furiously at his nose. “you lost your mommy ? okay okay, let’s not cry, she’ll be here somewhere.” you eased, holding the child’s hand as you beckoned atsumu forward to follow. soon enough, you discovered the mother appearing just as distressed, once returning the child to his mother, the setter scooped you in his arms. squeezing your figure warmly. “i’m so in loveee….” he swooned, burying his face in your neck with muffled kisses littering on every expanse of skin. “tsumie what’re you doing ?” you giggled, squirming in his hold. “let’s have some kids in the future okay ? i don’t think i can wait much longer anyways.” he hummed, earning a small gasp by you, laughter not far behind.

OSAMU leaned on the countertop, conversing easily with you and his flirty comments flying in each direction ( as per usual ). this was his favorite time of day, where he could just immerse himself in chatter with you. aimless at that. easy conversation that didn’t require much effort, finalizing with you pulled in his embrace with his lips on yours. there was nothing more he wanted than that. well, maybe there was. maybe when a peculiar little one raced through the doors, a bewildered woman trailing after hopelessly. “see mommy ! it’s osamu mira ! the volleyball player !” the child shrieked with glee, bursting into the air then to climb beside the miya happily. “oh my gods i’m so sorry to interrupt your time, my daughter is just a huge fan.” the butchered name the girl gave him causing him to chuckle heartily. scooping the curious magnet in his arms, she marveled at him with stars sparkling in her eyes. you couldn’t help but grin, your husband is so charming. always has been, always will be. “my fan huh ? i might just have to write you an autograph.” he winked foolishly. the little one kicking her feet with eagerness, pulling a small plushie of himself from her purse. “please sign him.” she asked politely, holding the plushie out. osamu was having the time of his life. “of course, so nice of you to come in to see me.” as he handed back the signed plushie, the mother collected her daughter and apologizing profusely. “don’t worry about it ! come back again sweetheart.”

SAKUSA never hated kids, he just didn’t feel the urge to be around them. ever. well, possibly a little bit. but a midget amount. until a weepy little girl with pink bows in her hand ran up to him, crying her absolute eyes out. “i can’t find my mommmmyyy..” she whined, plopping down on her butt sadly. i mean he couldn’t just abandon her here, it’s dangerous by herself. yet the idea of holding her germ filled hands sent shivers down his hand. however, in that moment he sucked it up. thinking of what you’d do. if he wanted to see you round with child at some point, he’d have to adjust. squatting fown with furrowed brows, he spoke. “alright, can you remember where you were last ? what did you see ?” he tried to make it easy but the crying seemed endless. this was big. thee sakusa kiyoomi holding a baby ? crazy. he didn’t even expect himself to. but still he lightly patted the mini’s back. “you don’t need to cry.” he carefully edged the child to make eye contact with him. eyes filled with trust. “we’ll find her, i promise.” he lifted his pinkie childishly, the little girl linking hers while echoing ‘promise.’ it was quite a sight for you to encounter, heart swelling with adoration for the reserved consideration of your husband. he did find the girls parents, who seemed just as flustered. he excused himself to you seconds after sending farewell, relaxing around you. “you’re so sweet kiyoomi.” — “well i’ll have to get used to it when we have little ones around the house.” you blushed involuntarily at his words, covering your face. “omi..”

SUNA appeared too sly to deal with children. far too mischievous even for you( occasionally ). today you had both volunteered at the child center, something you’ve been wanting to do for a bit. rintarou being dragged along with you. and trust me, the toddlers were madly in love with suna, enamored by his quiet yet snide personality. even if he were to earnestly degrade them, they’d only laugh hysterically as if he had said the most hilarious thing ever. he found this very entertaining, especially with you pretty eyes trained on him. trying to gear you to understand the signs he was expressing. at some point he was aghast at how oblivious you were, simply taking his actions with a grain of salt. he was practically spelling out how badly he wanted this with you. to have a baby, together. despite his lack of passion outside of it. but right now he was putting his all into telling you. somehow. finally he’d had enough, arriving home to snuggle against you with a loud huff of frustration. “why can’t you see ?” he pondered aloud, voice rumbling beside your ears, goosebumps littering your skin. “what is it rinnie ?” you leaned against his chest, eyes shifting closed comfortably—he was warm. “can we have this ?” you immediately understood, his hands coming to massage your tummy and hips needily. he couldn’t be more ready. butterfly kisses peppering along your collarbones. “you want ?” you whispered. “i want.”

-maak

plagiarism, repost, and editing is prohibited

[fulgurbugs]

also my mini pride flag i made for ike is magnetic so my knight plushie can hold it :)

[tf2strategist]

Starter headcanons!

We’re beginning with some Engie headcanons!

ENGINEER

Despite his profession, Engie is probably the sweetest team member.

Basically the team mom. Everyone loves when he and Pyro are on cooking duty for the week, because you’re guaranteed to have the best barbecued, baked, fried, or buttered foods in your life.

Dell knew from the beginning that Scout and Spy were related. He was shocked when few other members had noticed the fact, and kept it to himself.

Because of this, fatherly instinct kicked in and he treats Scout like he would a son. Scout may not respect his inventions, but Dell knows he won’t hesitate to come talk to him if he needs a shoulder to lean on.

Tell an incorrect fact anywhere in the base, and Engie will BOLT to correct you. This man has what can only be described as a spidey sense. He could be in his workshop with the door closed, you could whisper, on the other side of the base on another floor, and he would just... know.

The best way to get Engineer to sleep is to use this fact to your advantage. Utter a clearly untrue fact in his room, and watch him come running.

As amiable as Engie is, he’s still a mercenary, and a cold blooded killer at that. He’s painfully aware that he appears a friendly face to all, and is basically a child magnet when disguised as a civilian, since he’s required to ditch the glove and hat, but refuses to take off the goggles.

He’s not opposed to telling stories to the brave little ankle biters, or showing off his robotic arm (albeit shyly). But he tries to throw in a good lesson or two, or spook ‘em off after a while with his whole cyborg shtick.

In the end, Engineer just wants to make sure those kids are inspired to get an education, then take a path that ain’t his own.

Imagining the future; a public statement (or rather questioning) about why 39,000 students across the entirety of the United States, all majoring in some form of engineering, cited their inspiration as varying descriptions of a cyborg man who wanted them to share their knowledge to make the world a better place. Occasionally, Dell is approached at bars or random locations by adults and children alike, sheepishly asking if they’re the cyborg man they met when they were little, or that their big brothers and sisters told stories of. All he gives is a knowing smile and a handshake.

Engineer can’t sit still for very long. He’s always tinkering with something or fidgeting with anything that could be used for scrap or built into something else.

An insomniac, Dell has trouble falling asleep at night thanks to his constant urge to work. He won’t rest until he’s finished with his latest idea, or until he passes out from exhaustion.

The other mercs usually have to carry him to his room after a few nights in a row of this behavior, especially if he had an off day on the field because of it. Even then, there’s no guarantee you won’t find him sitting up in his bed, scribbling down his dream inventions before they fade from memory, muttering equations under his breath.

Sews stuffed animals for pyro and any other merc who wants one. Each mercenary has at least one, even spy and scout, since they were given as gifts a long time ago. Scout would never admit it, but he keeps it under his bed and cuddles it when he has a particularly bad nightmare. Spy has it on display on his shelf, perfectly polished. If he gets drunk and emotional, you’ll probably find a sobbing Frenchman wrapped around a big soft plushie on the floor.

The stuffed animals:

Scout: a little white rabbit with black buttons for eyes, and a tiny fitted headset with a mini hat perched on top. It’s velcro.

Spy: a black cat plushie with blue buttoned eyes and checkered overalls. It has a blue bow tie.

Sniper: A green felt and fabric chameleon. Has a lime -> blue -> red satin texture gradient on its tail and large black beads for eyes.

Soldier: Just. An eagle. Photorealistic eagle texture filled with stuffing. He knows.

Engie: Teddy! Cuddles teddy bear. Big bear. Very soft, very good.

Medic: a recreation of Archimedes with large cotton wings. Has a patch of red on its chest and the buttons used for its eyes are a very subtle cherry color, almost unnoticeable unless you see it in good lighting. When not being held at night, you can occasionally catch a glimpse of the birds cuddled up to it in the day, save for Archimedes himself, who keeps trying to fight it.

Heavy: Were you expecting a bear? Nope! It’s a salmon. Being filled with stuffing of course, but has a soft wooden spine linked together by string. Clatters together softly like chimes sometimes when shaken, but if you do you’re getting socked in the face by heavy. The little wooden framework allows it mobility, so that heavy can comfortably hold it during his nightmares without waking up with stiff shoulders.

Demo: a penguin with an eyepatch. About the height of his forearm with a mix of a sort of softer denim texture for the body and polyester for the spots and patterns. Has a red chiffon bow tie attached to it, and the one eye it has is a big white bead to match the accents. Definitely has a tiny scrumpy bottle. Also definitely not haunted. Certainly, without a doubt.

Pyro: The very first was a balloonicorn! A few others were based off of pyros crayon sketches of pyroland, but there’s just too many to describe! Engie can’t get enough of making the little firebug clap their hands in excitement and endearment after a bad day or stormy weather, having gifted them another soft toy for their collection.

But to pyro, Engie is the best stuffed animal of them all. Passing on the battlefield? Hug. Working in the garage? Hug. Underneath a vehicle performing maintenance? Damn right they’re getting under there somehow! Because Engie is the only one who seems to understand what they see, what they say, how they act.

Hey look buddy,

He’s an engineer.

He solves problems.

[briyourmotherdown]

Give It All For You, Part 1 (Brian May x Fem!reader)

Word Count: 10.45k 

Warnings: Strong language (I’m British, it’s to be expected), slight innuendos???, possible historical inaccuracy, ANGST. 

Description: You have loved Brian May since the first time you met him. Trouble is, he’s nearly impossible to tie down, and you’ve become cemented in the role of the best friend. 

A/N: Okay so I’ve been working on this little mini-series for months. Literally too long. It’s still not even done, BUT I wanted to get the first part out at leAST. Uni and life have made finding creative inspiration a major struggle as of late. I think there will probably be around 3 parts to this?? I’m not quite sure yet, it could be a couple more if I find the motivation. BUT ANYWAY I really hope you enjoy it even though it’s angsty and I can’t write ajdgsdbskjbkdhgs. 

Spring, 1977

 “C’mon,” you slur,  your red dress shimmering in the dim lights of the local pub, “dance with me.”

  The bass is heavy in your chest and you feel alcohol coursing through your veins, but you’re only intoxicated by the man in front of you. His eyes glimmer like stars, hooded, sizing you up before shaking his head with a laugh.

  “You’re drunk.”

 “So are you.” you push yourself further into him in an attempt to push him onto the dancefloor, but more of a reason for you to get closer to him, to feel him.

  “But you’re plastered.”

 You roll your eyes, “Isn’t that the whole point?”

 He rolls his eyes right back, wrapping his arm around your waist to steady you, “Fine, one dance.”

  His hazel eyes are hooded, focussed solely on you, and you bask in his gaze. His hands on your body send electric shocks over your skin, and you tell yourself over and over that he doesn’t feel the same; he is only your good friend. That’s all you will ever be to him.

 “Is that how you ask a lady to dance?” you tease, cocking a brow.

 “You asked me!” Brian laughs, amused, “Alright, m’lady, may I have this dance?”

 He holds his hand out to you, dipping his head like a gentleman, and you take a moment to take a mental snapshot before accepting his hand, tugging him into the centre of the pub to dance.

  So you both danced, and for that night, just for that night with his hands on your hips, you could almost pretend that he was yours. And as he stared into your eyes, you let yourself fall into that false sense of security of imagined love.

   But let’s start from the beginning, from the moment you met on a cold winter’s night in 1972...

  “Christ, it’s cold as a witch’s tit in here,”

  Your best friend, Freddie, shivers as he hops up and down to warm himself up, scarf wrapped tightly around his neck and jaw,

  “Why did you want to open up the stall today, of all days? Even that old git Brutus has closed up shop.”

  You roll your eyes at his dramatics, shuffling the secondhand clothes on their hangers, “I need the money, that’s why. I’m about to be homeless if I can’t pay my rent.”

  Freddie hums, kicking a stray pebble on the floor, “You know, my friend has a spare room in his flat he’s trying to fill. He needs some extra money too. I’m sure he’d offer you the room for cheap.”

  “Which friend?”

  “His name is Brian, Brian May.”

  “Ah,” you wave your hand in recognition, remembering his name being brought up a few times, “the guitarist one, yeah?”

  “That’d be the one! I think you’d like him, actually-”

  “Like who?” your other friend and coworker, this one much more blonde, chimes in as he strides into the small stall, very much late. Roger.

  “Brian.” Freddie answers.

 “Oh yeah, she’d definitely like him.”

  You shoot them both a look, “And what makes you say that?”

  Roger holds up a fringed kimono up to himself in the mirror, “He’s quiet, reads a lot, likes the stars; basically a total nerd. You’d love him.”

  “And he always wears matching socks. It’s bizarre, he literally has a thing about matching socks.” Freddie adds.

  You chuckle, “And when will I get to meet this nerd?”

 “Well, tonight. We have a gig.”

 “Hm,” you pretend to think, “I’ll have to clear a few things from my schedule…”

  Roger nudges you with his shoulder, knocking you slightly off balance,

 “Alright, alright! I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

  Later that evening you meet your friends at the pub where they're playing for the night. It’s a dingy dive that you never would usually go, but you’d do anything to support your friends on their journey to success.

  You’re dressed up all pretty in your flares and platforms, leaning up against the bar as you wait for Queen’s set to begin. Though the weather outside is freezing, the inside of a pub is always hot, air thick with the scent of ale and sweat, but the moment Queen steps on stage, it’s easy to forget your surroundings. You’d heard Freddie sing, and you’d certainly heard Roger crash about on his drums, but you’d never seen them like this.

  They were magnetic. You were all absorbed. Freddie’s outfit caught the light each time he flounced across the stage, but his voice was what captured everyones attention. He was full of passion and power; he owned the audience, he could control everyone with one simple snap of his fingers.

  Roger was his usual self, exuding sex-appeal and confidence. Girls fawned over his long blonde locks and plushy lips. The thing about Roger was that he was the total package of beauty and intelligence, that is if you could tie him down.

  You’d never met the bassist, John, you think his name was, but he managed to capture your attention in the most unsuspecting way. He was all shyness and modesty, but not radiating an ounce of hesitancy. You can tell, even at first glance, that he would be the perfect fit for Queen. He would bring balance.

 That leaves one final member, the oh-so nerdy space loving boy who Freddie and Roger believe you would adore. But he doesn’t look so nerdy when you see him. He’s pure mystery, almost as though he’s surrounded by a navy blue mist, an aura- or something ethereal. He’s breathtaking, is all you can think. Long legs adorned in velvet, dark curls fall in front of his eyes as he looks down at his guitar. He’s focussed, bottom lip jutting out in concentration, but he takes a moment to glance up. That’s when you know you’re done for. He scans the pub, small enough to make out everyone’s face, and his eyes land on yours. It’s fleeting, but you can swear they linger. Maybe that’s just what you want to tell yourself. Suddenly you want to feel his eyes on you all the time. You want to be in his daydreams, in his thoughts, you want to be his muse.

  You float through the rest of their set, eyes glued to Brian as he plays expertly. You sway to each song, ignoring your surroundings and focussing solely on the music, and when it’s over, you cheer as loudly as you can.

  “I want to have your children, Roger!” you scream, bursting into a fit of giggles as the blonde scans over the room to see the source of the scream, and upon seeing you, chucks up his middle finger with a laugh.

  You make your way to the small stage, well, it’s more of a two feet high platform, and open your arms up widely to Freddie.

  “You,” you tackle him into a hug, “were fucking incredible! You’ve been hiding this side of yourself from me for how long?”

  He blushes, returning to the Freddie you know, “You must have brought it out of me, love,” he turns to the rest of the band, “Y/N, this is John Deacon, isn’t he lovely?”

 Freddie gestures to the bassist as he smiles shyly, offering you a wave and a small, “Hello.”

  “You were amazing out there, seriously!” you compliment him, and he blushes, though his smile widens.

  “Now, darling, this is Brian May!”

  Upon hearing his name, Brian looks up from where he is putting away his guitar, standing up straight and brushing his hands off against his trousers.

  “Brian, this is Y/N, she hangs around Roger and I sometimes.” Freddie shoots you a playful wink as you roll your eyes.

  “Hi, it’s so nice to finally meet you.” you reach a hand out to shake, which you so usually wouldn’t do, and it sends embarrassment right through you. But to your luck, he takes his hand in yours with no hesitation.

  “Likewise,” he smiles, still shaking your hand, “I’ve heard so much about you.”

  Oh God.

  “All good things I hope?” you realise you’re still holding his hand and let go, letting your hand sit awkwardly at your side.

  Jesus, you’re so nervous.

  “Mostly.” He winks, and it sends you reeling. His eyes are dangerous, and they travel up and down your figure in a way that sets you alight.

  It goes quiet as you stare at each other, Freddie glancing between you two with his eyebrows raised. Though he says nothing about it. Instead, he claps his hands,

  “I don’t know about anyone else, but I need a drink!”

  1977

  The next morning, you suffer through your pounding headache, wanting to just wallow in your loneliness.  

  Of course, Brian went home with someone else last night, sneaking away through the back door to avoid flashing cameras and prying eyes, leaving you to call yourself a taxi back home, where you cried for an hour before passing out.

  It’s not the first time he’s done this, but it still makes you feel pathetic every time.

  There’s a knock on your door, and you heave yourself out of bed despite the spinning in your head and the nausea churning in your stomach. Whoever is at the door will just have to deal with your dishevelled appearance.

  “Y/N? Jesus, you look like hell.”

  Alas, the infamous Roger Taylor stands on your doorstep, mouth agape at your messy hair and leftover smudged makeup.

  “I’ll slam this fucking door in your face, Taylor.”

  “Hostile,” he laughs, hands up in mock surrender, “I’ve just come to pick you up for lunch, or have you forgotten?”

  Feeling like a total ass, you smack your hand to your forehead, “Shit, Rog, I’m so sorry. Come in.”

  He follows you into your flat, eyes scanning over the slight mess. He turns to you, concerned; you’re not usually one to let your flat get so messy.

 “We don’t have to go, Y/N, we can reschedule, it’s not a problem.”

 You scrunch up your face, searching the kitchen for a glass of water and ibuprofen,

 “No, no, I want to go, you’ll just have to bear with me.”

 “Long night?” He teases, leaning his elbows on the kitchen counter to stare at you.

  Shooting him a glare, you slide passed him and into your bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth. Roger follows you,  leaning against the doorframe.

  “You know, I think you owe me an explanation as to why you forgot about our lunch date, and threatened me.”

  Clicking your tongue, you turn to him, “I went to a pub with Brian last night, got plastered, now I’m hungover. Simple as that.”

  He raises his eyebrows, almost knowingly, but doesn’t say anything.

“No need to be so sassy with me, I'm only asking.”

You sigh, “I know, I’m sorry,” he smiles, “now get out, I have to piss.”

You slam the door and hear him laugh from the other side, “What a lady!”

 “Bugger off!”

  Finally feeling human again after cleaning up and getting dressed, you slide a massive pair of dark sunglasses on the bridge of your nose and head out to where Roger parked his car.

  “Ready, princess?”

 You shoot him a sickly sweet smile, “You act as if being called princess bothers me.”

  Roger laughs, starting the engine and getting into gear, “You got me there.”

  The drive to your local favourite cafe is short, a totally walkable distance if you didn’t feel like death warmed up. The two of you sit in a comfortable silence until pulling into a parking space, when Roger turns to look at you once again. Your head is pressed against the window, eyes closed beneath your sunglasses, lips slightly parted as you take careful breaths to avoid nausea.

  “Christ, love, you really do look like shit,” he chuckles softly, a hint of concern laced in his insult, “Are you sure you’re alright?”

  With one look at him, tears well up in your eyes against your will, threatening to spill over onto your cheeks. Roger’s eyes widen, and in an instant, you’re pulled into his arms over the console as you begin to cry. He shushes you softly, one hand running up and down your back,

  “Shh, it’s alright. It’s going to be alright,” you’re thankful for having such a good friend like Roger, especially when he puts up with your hungover mood swings. However, you must look like an absolute trainwreck with your puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks, “Let’s go inside and get some food and a cup of tea down you, yeah? Then if you like, you can tell me what’s troubling you.”

  You nod, sniffling and wiping away your tears on the back of your hand. Roger jumps out of the car and rushes to the passenger side, where like an angel, he walks you into the cafe with a hand on your back.

  You attract a few disparaging stares when you both sit down at a table, a small chuckle slipping past your lips. Roger, now across from you, looks puzzled, “What’re you laughing about, hey?”

  “Everyone’s staring.”

  He scans the room indiscreetly, a smile taking over his features, “God, they are, aren’t they? Haven’t they ever seen a hungover girl crying before?”

  You scoff, “Bugger off, they’re obviously staring at your trainers.”

  He gasps, looking underneath the table to examine his sparkly pink converse, “What have you got against my trainers?”

  “Me? Nothing. But a bunch of elederly ladies out for lunch might. I’m sure they think your hair is a disgrace too. You should cut your hair like McCartney had it at the start of The Beatles.”

  Roger scoffs, pulling out a cigarette, “Yeah right. Been there, done that.”

  As Roger lights up a smoke, you look at the menu set out in front of you, deciding on something that won’t aggravate your fragile stomach. Then you proceed to give Roger puppy dog eyes until you persuade him to be the one to go up and order it.

  When he’s gone, you take a moment to think over what you and Roger must really look like to some people. Roger, all bleach blonde hair, brightly coloured clothing and a smirk that could make even a nun go mad. And you, puffy eyed, sunglasses indoors, in an oversized button-up shirt that you’d definitely stolen from one of the boys at some point. You both probably were the most exciting things that some of these people had seen in awhile. Something new to gossip about.

  A glass of water is set in front of you by the one and only roger, while he sips tenderly at a cup of sweet coffee, “Drink.” he commands.

  “But I ordered coffee,” you pout like a child, “You’re kicking me when I’m down here, Rog.”

  He rolls his eyes, “Coffee doesn’t help hangovers, love. Drink up.”

  You frown but nonetheless begin sipping in silence, tapping your nails against the table as Roger stares at you, “What?”

  “Just wondering if you’re going to tell me what got you so upset earlier?”

  You let out a sigh, long and weary, fiddling with an opened sugar packet, “Would you believe me if I said that it was just hormones?”

 “Not in the slightest.”

 You let out a short laugh through your nose, “I just let myself get heartbroken again, that’s all.”

  Roger pretends to choke on his coffee, spluttering dramatically and ignoring all the stares that he attracted, “Someone managed to break Y/N’s cold, dead, heart?”

  “If you were quiet for a moment you’d notice I’m not laughing.” You roll your eyes at him.

  Noticing your demeanour, he quiets down and leans in close to you, “I’m sorry, it’s just that you never let yourself get to the point of being able to be heartbroken,” he puts out his cigarette in the ashtray, “you know, you told me about a year ago that love doesn’t exist, and dating is just a trial period until you decide that maybe you can put up with that person for the rest of your life.”

   “I didn’t say that.”

  “You did, word for word.”

  You stay silent, but your top lip twitches into a smile- it does sound like something you’d say.

  “Anyway,” Roger continues, “who broke your heart? I’ll rough 'em up a bit.”

  “Surely you couldn’t rough up a member of your own band.” You speak under your breath, arms crossed, but Roger hears you.

  “I knew it!” He shouts, and you kick him underneath the table, “sorry,” he blushes, “I just knew it. I had a feeling you were in love with Brian.”

  Your eyes widen, “I’m not in love with him!”

 Roger smirks, “So it is Brian, then?”

 Your jaw drops at his trick, “You bloody asshole.”

  He sits back in his chair with a smug grin on his face, coffee cup in hand, “So, tell me about it.”

  You scoff, “You’re such a dick sometimes, you know that?”

  “You love me all the same.”

  You roll your eyes for the thousandth time, as you always seem to do around Roger. You stare at him, arms crossed in silent defiance and attempt to communicate with your eyes ‘I’m not going to tell you because you were a dick.’

  He sighs, uncrossing his arms to place his elbows on the table, “Come on, I’m sorry! Please tell me what happened?”

  A server comes over with your breakfast, allowing you to torture Roger for a few moments more as you chew a bite slowly. After you swallow, you finally sigh, “Fine. Ask me what you want to know.”

  Roger’s eyes light up, “How long have you loved-” he stops when you gives him the eye, “liked, him?”

  “Almost five years.”

  “Bloody hell, Y/N.”

  “I know! I know. It’s not good. Trust me I’ve tried to get over it.”

  “And you’ve never told him how you feel?”

  You scoff, “Of course not, that’s suicide.”

  “Why?”

  You put down your fork, finishing your mouthful of food, “You act like you haven’t seen the way Brian is,”

  Roger stays silent, waiting for you to continue, “He’s so…elusive. His shyness and sensitivity make him a real fucking magnet if you haven’t noticed. And he has this thing where he needs to constantly be pining after someone, and it’s just never been me.”

  You take a deep breath as your eyes focus on the rim of your glass, “He’s just not interested in me as more than his best friend, and I think that’s okay.”

  “Why do you think that’s okay?” Roger asks softly.

  “Because if I don’t accept that, then I won’t have Brian in my life at all. And that’s worse than the heartache.”

  Roger is silent, looking at you with sad eyes, but they don’t hold an ounce of pity. That’s something you love about him, he never pities you for feeling any sort of way, he’s just there to listen.

  “Well fuck, I can see why you got plastered last night.”

  You laugh, thankful for him shifting the mood to something more lighthearted.

  After lunch, Roger drops you off back at your flat, but not without a comforting pat on the top of your head and a promise to go for a drink soon.

  You smile to yourself as you fish your key out from your bag, twisting the lock and stepping inside.

  “Y/N.”

  You squeal, whipping around to see a lean figure standing up from your sofa, “Bloody fuck- Brian, what are you doing here?”

  Your heart beats rapidly in your chest, partly from being scared half to death, partly because Brian looks so good in a hoodie. He doesn’t often wear cosy clothes anymore since Queen gained more fame. Seeing him looking all soft in a navy blue hoodie makes your heart flutter. It reminds you of the times when you had first met. The both of you snuggled up underneath layers of blankets in his dingy flat when the heating broke (which was often), drinking copious amounts of tea and emptying his kitchen of all his food.

  “You gave me a key.” He scratches the back of his neck. Yeah, he knows he’s guilty.

 “I would have appreciated it if you’d rung me first.”

 Annoyance settles in as you remember last night, when he ditched you at the pub and left you to get a taxi home. If anything, he owes you the fare.

  “I did, you didn’t pick up and I got worried.”

  “I was out.”

  “I can see that now.”

   The room falls silent, Brian rocking back and forth on his heels. You cross your arms, waiting for him to speak. To explain himself.

  “Listen, I’m really sorry, I shouldn’t have left you like that last night. I was drunk-”

  “So was I.”

  “I’m-” he stops, sighing, “I’m really, really sorry. I’m a total prick…” he fades off as if he’s lost in thought, bottom lip pulled between his teeth and eyes worried. He looks genuinely troubled, as if he is really upset that he ended up ditching you.

  Against your better judgment, you sigh and uncross your arms, voice softening up, “Look, just don’t do it again, okay? It puts me in a really bad spot.”

  His eyes brighten at your acceptance, rushing over to give you a hug. You stand stiff as a board when his arms wrap around you, head nestled against your neck. Your pulse races, but you know better than to view this in any other way than just a friendly hug. You wrap your arms around him anyway, closing your eyes and just for a moment, pretending it is otherwise.

  “I want to make it up to you,” his voice is muffled against your shoulder, but he doesn’t dare let go, “I packed us a picnic, let’s go to the park. You can feed the ducks.”

  You pause, eyes opening and closing as you take breaths. You battle against yourself. Could you manage doing such an activity with Brian? One that feels like a date? Of course you can. Don’t be silly. He’s your best friend, how could you be casting his feelings to the side because of your own?

  “Can I feed the pigeons too?”

  He laughs, gripping your frame tighter, “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  Then you’re back in his car, a newer one, different from the cheap beat up one he had when you had first met. But still, it’s familiar, the scent of him mixed with leather. A basket and a blanket sits in his backseat, bringing a small smile to your face. This is the side of Brian you cherish the most. The side of him that cares so deeply for his friends. You’re not even sure if you could call it a ‘side’ of him. It’s just the way he is. He doesn’t ever intend to hurt or upset you. Suddenly, you feel guilty for being upset with him. He doesn’t owe you anything, he has every right to go home with other women.

  “So, where did you go earlier?” Brian asks, one hand on the wheel as he glances over at you and then back at the road.

  “I went out for lunch with Roger,” you smile at his side profile, the way his hair moves against the breeze through his open window, the way his nose hooks ever so slightly, “he nursed my hangover.”

  Brian’s lips seem to flick into a frown, but shift back into a smile before you could really register it, “Seems as though I’ve been replaced.”

 You roll your eyes, “No one nurses my hangovers as well as you do, Bri, don’t worry.”

 You giggle fondly at the memories of the both of you nursing each other through your hangovers, Brian always better at dealing with them than you were. He’d be up bright and early, pop two ibuprofen, down a cup of coffee and be well on his way to recovery. Whereas you’d sleep until noon and be unbelievably moody until eventually someone forced you to do something with your day.

  Brain somehow always knew how to pull you out of those moods, though, whether it be bringing you a plate of pancakes and cracking stupid jokes until eventually you had no choice but to laugh, or by sitting with you in silence and pushing a glass of water and painkillers in your direction. He just always seemed to know exactly what you needed in the moment.

  “I’d hope not,” he tuts, “otherwise I’d have to find another hobby, and I quite like taking care of you.”

  Your breath catches, skin burning, but you play it off with a scoff, “You make me sound like a child.”

  He laughs, a bellowing laugh that you always love to hear, “A child? Certainly not. Children swear a hell of a lot less.”

  “Fuck off!” you swat his shoulder lightly but can’t help your grin. It feels good to fall back into the rhythm of normalcy with Brian.

  The sun is high when you reach the park, the sky a bright blue except for a few sparse clouds. The two of you walk silently to the pond, laying out the blanket on a soft patch of grass.

  “I know you already ate,” Brian says as he sits down on the blanket, “but I bought a packet of custard creams because I know you like them.”

  The small gesture makes you embarrassingly happy, grinning at him as he passes you the packet, “You can never be too full for biscuits, you know that.”

  “Very true,” he smiles at you almost in adoration, you think, “I also got a bag of bird seed because people still feed the ducks bloody bread.”

  You hum as you bite into a custard cream, staring into space as you get lost in thought. Spring weather in London is one of your favourites, when the sun shines just enough to warm your skin, but you still have to cosy up a bit. And today,  it’s the perfect temperature for a picnic.

  “Hey, so I was thinking,” Brian begins, opening up a sandwich for himself and taking a bite, “Since the band doesn’t have to start recording again for a bit, we should all go on a road trip somewhere.”

  You look over at him, eyebrows raised, “Where were you thinking?”

  “I don’t know,” he shrugs, “Wales maybe? I just thought a change of scenery might help us all write new songs.”

  Nodding your head slowly, your lips twitch up into a smile, “I’d love that. Have you mentioned it to the boys yet?”

  “Briefly, and they seemed to like the idea, but no plans have been made.”

  You hum, “Well, let’s set the date and they’ll just have to clear their schedules.”

  Brian laughs, “Alright, next thursday. We can stay until Monday.”

  “Perfect.”

  The two of you chat for a while longer, before packing up the basket and walking alongside the pond, throwing bird seed for the ducks and laughing as they all fight for the same pieces.

  It feels so idyllic, walking through the park with Brian. It seems to be all couples here today, holding hands or staring at each other with looks of adoration on their faces. It almost makes you feel queasy. Perhaps it’s just eating those custard creams right after eating lunch with Roger. Either way, your stomach twists and leaps with too many indescribable feelings. You wish it would stop.

  Brian tips the last bits of bird food out of it’s bag, before scrunching it up and putting it in his pocket. You both watch as the birds eat the remaining seed, before looking up at you for more. Once they realise there’s nothing else for them, they drift gracefully away, to the opposite side of the pond where someone else may feed them some more.

  Then you continue your stroll, enjoying the feeling of the sun on your faces and the crisp air in your lungs.

  But then Brian looks down at his watch, swearing underneath his breath and turning to face you, “Y/N, I’m so sorry but I’m going to have to cut this short.”

  Your eyebrows furrow into a frown, “Is everything alright?”

  You both begin to walk in the direction of his car, “Everything’s fine, I just forgot I have to meet someone in an hour.”

  Your stomach drops. Brian never usually says ‘someone’. His friends are your friends and you’d always refer to them by name. ‘Someone’ means someone you’ve never met, and almost always it means a girl.

  “Oh, okay,” you try to hide the disappointment in your voice, “that’s totally fine!” you force a wide smile.

  He grins back at you as you both get into his car, “I’ll make it up to you, love.”

  You return his smile, but deep down you know. He said that earlier, too.

  Soon you’re back at your flat, waving goodbye to Brian from your doorstep and letting your smile drop into a frown as he drives away.

  The clock reads 4 o’clock when you reach your bedroom, sighing deeply as you get changed into comfier clothes and slump down on your sofa with a cup of tea.

  God, it’s so tiring.

  The sun is still high outside, your favourite aspect of spring and summertime, the longer days, but tonight you almost wish it was late so that you could fall asleep and not have to think about Brian.

  But alas, he swirls around your brain as you stir your tea, looking down into the cup as it whirlpools. You wonder if Brian could be seeing the girl he went home with last night, or someone else. You don’t want to wonder, you’re not even sure if you actually want to know who it is. It would push you into the deep darkness of insecurity, and you’d compare every aspect of yourself to whomever it is.

  So instead, you flick the telly on and melt mindlessly into the arms of whatever is on, not even really focussing on it.

  Monday morning, you’re at work again, typing up documents all day as you’d usually be doing. The monotony could kill you, and your fingers hurt from the stiff keys of the typewriter. It’s times like these where you feel envious of your best friends’ profession- for the boys of Queen, monotony is never an issue. They can complain about recording studios all they want, but they would never dare to wish for your job, and they know that.

  You asked your boss early if you could get Thursday to Monday off, and by some sheer miracle he had agreed, but not without massaging your shoulders in a way that made your skin crawl. It was one of the biggest downsides about working in an office amongst mostly men. While they spent their days barely working, and instead drinking the day away together while playing mini golf in their offices, you worked until your fingers went numb and the back of your neck felt like it was being jabbed with fifty needles. Yet they still believed they were entitled to touching you whenever they liked.

  Either way, you had managed to get a few days off to go on a road trip with all of your best friends, and that’s what keeps you going throughout the week. You daydream about exploring castle ruins and walking along the beach with Brian, allowing yourself to dip your toes into the idea of a relationship. While you were confined within four blank office walls, the thought of Brian kept you sane.

  He phoned you two days after your picnic, confirming that the boys had all agreed to a road trip and booked a hotel for Thursday afternoon. Things were all going smoothly, even as you packed your bag on Wednesday evening in preparation to set off early the next morning. You float happily around your flat, humming along to your records and planning out outfits for the trip. When you fall into bed that night, you can barely wait for dawn to break.

  But as they always say, be careful what you wish for. Because when you step out onto your front steps on Thursday morning, bags in hand and a grin like the sun, you notice not one, but two cars. Brian’s and John’s. Your smile falters, you thought you were all squeezing into Brian’s car?

  “Y/N!” Freddie exclaims when he sees you, rushing to help with your bags and put them in the boot of Brian’s car, “God, I’ve missed you, darling!”

  You pull him into a tight embrace, “I’ve missed you too. You don’t have time for me anymore with all your wild parties.”

  He scoffs, “If only you’d attend them, lovie, then we’d see each other more!”

 You roll your eyes playfully and look around at the two cars. The driver’s seat of Brian’s car opens, a small but almost seemingly nervous smile on his face.

  “Hey, Y/N,” he scratches the back of his neck, “how are you?”

  You narrow your eyes, and you feel Freddie’s body language stiffen beside you as if he knows something you don’t.

  “I’m alright?” You reply as a question, curious to why everyone seems so nervous.

  “Good, good,” he nods, inhaling before saying, “You wouldn’t mind sitting in the back seat, would you? Natasha already took the passenger side.”

  Your lips part slightly, realisation setting in. He brought a girl.

  You turn to Freddie in silent shock, asking with your eyes what the hell is happening? He leans over to whisper quietly, “I offered to take your place and you sit with Rog and John, but Brian was adamant.”

 You gulp, turning back to where Brian stands, “Sure, that’s fine.”

 He grins, sitting back in the driver’s seat. You turn to Freddie, eyes like a deer in headlights. A five hour drive. With Brian and his possibly girlfriend. He pats your shoulder, giving you another hug before getting into John’s car.

  You have no choice but to slip into the backseat, sighing into the leather. The radio is already on, all the windows down to let in the cool early morning air. You glance to the front of the car where a woman sits in the passenger side. You can see her face in the wing mirror, insecurity eating away at you already as you examine her. She’s gorgeous, with thick auburn curls that frame a sharply defined face. You can even see that her eyes are a taunting shade of emerald green.

  Clearing your throat. You lean forward and hold your hand out, forcing a smile on your face, “Hi, I’m Y/N.”

  She turns to glance at you, but not before giving you a once over, sharp lips not so much as twitching into a smile. She takes your hand into a weak handshake, shaking once before letting go and letting her hand rest back into her lap.

  “Natasha.” She says bluntly. You glance over to Brian as he drives, waiting for him to react in some sort of way at the way you’ve been greeted, but instead you’re met with his usual kind smile and eyes that gleam with blissful ignorance.

  You sniff awkwardly, leaning back into your seat and getting comfortable against the window. You can see Natasha staring at you in the wing mirror, but you try your best to ignore it. It practically sears your skin, making you squirm in your seat. You hated feeling intimidated by people, absolutely despised it, but Natasha was everything you weren’t. She had Brian. And the passenger seat.

  The radio fades into one of your favourite songs, one of Brian’s too, The Air That I Breathe by The Hollies. You’d often drive with the windows down, belting out the lyrics and laughing at who could sing the loudest. The memory brings a smile to your face.

  “I love this song, can you turn it up-”

  “God, I hate this song,” Natasha interrupts, “I didn’t even like it when it came out three years ago.”

  Brian looks torn, eyes flickering to you in the rearview mirror. You challenge his gaze, narrowing your eyes ever so slightly to gauge his next move. Your stomach sinks as he drops your gaze in guilt, flicking to the next station.

 The smug look on Natasha’s face just adds salt to your wound, her eyes like a snake’s, sly and dangerous. In that moment you decide that your best friend must be an absolute idiot. You also decide that you really, really don’t like Natasha.

  Five hours does not go by in a flash, much to your dismay, and you’ve had to listen to Brian gush over Natasha for the majority of the ride. Even when you all stopped halfway to get snacks, Brian came to your side when Natasha went to the bathroom, nudging your shoulder with a dopey smile on his face.

  “Isn’t she something?” He asks as you pull a few bags of crisps off of a shelf. You try your best to bite your tongue. After all, as long as Brian is happy, you’re happy.

  “She’s definitely something.” You reciprocate his smile, albeit forced.

  “I think you and her will be great friends.”

  You refrain from rolling your eyes. Even if you wanted that, Natasha made it very clear that she did not want anything of the sort. How could Brian be so unaware of the dynamic that took place between you and her? Are men really that thick? You can barely believe it. For someone as intelligent as Brian, he’s being incredibly dense.

  But regardless, you nod, “Totally.”

  Natasha steps out of the bathroom and makes her way over to where the two of you stand, completely ignoring your presence, “Let’s go to the car.”

  She grabs Brian’s arm, and before you can so much as complain, the food Brian had grabbed is dropped in your arms, leaving you alone to pay. Your eyes follow them as they leave, hand in hand as they laugh. They look good together, you can admit that. Two perfect people.

  You sigh, turning to glance around the small petrol station shop, shaking your head to yourself and going to pay for yours and Brian’s snacks.

  And then the remaining two hours or so blur by as you lean yourself against the window, blocking out the sound of Brian and Natasha’s conversations and simply watching the world pass you by. You try to think of the green grass, the blue morning sky, the yellow sunflower fields that you pass.

  Brian’s hand rests on her thigh and he looks at her with something like a sparkle in his eyes. Suddenly you wish you stayed home. Maybe if you’d caught a cold or your boss didn’t give you time off this wouldn’t have happened. Maybe then you wouldn’t feel like your heart is being torn out of your chest. Maybe then you could have ignored the fact that Brian has got a new woman in his life.

  Once you pull into the hotel car park behind the rest of Queen, you nearly jump out of the car, immediately taking your bags out of Brian’s car, “What’s the room situation?” you ask Roger when he steps out of John’s car.

  “Don’t get too excited,” Roger winks playfully, “Nah, we have our own rooms, apart from them.” he nods towards Brian.

  You lean in to give him a pathetic hug, leaning heavily on his shoulder as you quietly groan, “I don’t even have the energy to tell you to fuck off right now.”

  He laughs, gripping your shoulders tightly, “You look like you need a drink. Or a nap.”

  “Or both.” you retort.

  Brian and Natasha walk up to where you stand, Natasha plastering a fake smile on her face as she greets Roger, “Roger, I didn’t realise that Y/N was your latest fling, how sweet.”

  Roger tenses, as do you. Now she’s insulted both of you in one. But just as you’re about to speak your mind, Roger tightly wraps his arms around your shoulder, “Actually, Y/N’s my girl.”

  You glance up at him in shock, lips parted and eyes wide. You turn back to Natasha, noticing that Brian is staring at you with a look of shock on his face, maybe betrayal? You’re not sure, but he looks angry. His fist clenches at his side absentmindedly.

  And that makes you angry. Even if you were actually dating Roger, what does that have to do with him? So you decide to put a wide smile on your face, lifting your arms to hold Roger’s around your shoulders. You don’t speak, but your actions say it all. You giggle, melting into his embrace. It feels strange, but Roger and you are close enough to know that this is fine.

  Freddie and John walk over, looks of confusion on their faces, but decide to stay out of it when they see the looks on Natasha and Brian’s faces.

  “You’re seeing each other?” Brian asks incredulously, ignoring Natasha’s presence beside him.

  “That’s right,” Roger replies before you can, “Is that so hard to believe?”

 “Yes,” Natasha laughs, “It is.”

  Roger’s grip tightens around you. You recognise this side of him, the fierce protectiveness he feels over his friends. Roger has been known to get into fights if someone speaks badly about his friends. He simply won’t tolerate it.

  His actions are strictly platonic, but he’s not going to let someone speak badly of you. Especially not Natasha, now that he knows about the way you feel about Brian.

   “And why is that?” He grits his teeth, and you squeeze his arm gently to communicate that it’s okay. You don’t need his protection, you can manage.

  “Well,” Natasha begins, and you glance at Brian’s expression. He stares directly at you, gaze unfaltering. He isn’t even hearing what is being said, “You usually tend to go for much more...visually appealing women.”

  Ouch.

 You’re not gonna lie, that hit you right in the ego. It’s not as if you had much confidence before anyway.

  That’s when Brian breaks his stare to look at Natasha, a dumbfounded look on his face, “What-”

  But Roger interrupts, anger prevalent in his tone, “I don’t think you’re one to gauge who’s visually appealing and who isn’t, Natalie.”

 You hold back a giggle, albeit a hurt one, trying to hide your pain behind an unbothered smile. But you fear that your body betrays you as you tilt your head down, hands dropping from Roger’s arm to cross over your stomach.

  Natasha opens her mouth to speak, but Freddie intercepts, “Alright! Okay, we should go find what rooms we are in and freshen up. I need a beauty nap.”

  You’re thankful for Fred, giving him a discreet nod to which he responds with a wink. You take one last look at your supposed best friend, Brian, not a trace of sympathy for him on your face. How could he not defend his best friend of years from his girlfriend he’s probably only known for a couple weeks at most?

  Baffled and dejected, your feet move mindlessly along with Roger as he steers the both of you into the hotel, muttering underneath his breath, “Dick.”

  “Who?” you whisper.

  “Brian.”

  You say nothing. You know it’s true, but it hurts a hell of a lot when your own best friend doesn’t stick up for you.

  Roger follows you into your hotel room when you reach it, watching as you flop into the soft white sheets with a long, weary sigh.

   Roger sits at the end of your bed, “Natasha’s a right pain in the arse.”

  You sit up, hair mussed and eyes tired, “I meant to ask, have you met her before?”

  He nods with a wince, “Unfortunately. She’s like that all the time. It’s baffling that Brian hasn’t noticed it yet. The lad’s usually quite level-headed.”

  You nod with a hum, staring out of the window behind him. You get most in thought momentarily, thinking about the way Brian was so truly oblivious to the way Natasha acted. He’s almost gotten into bust ups with men at bars who have disrespected you, but it seems to be okay when Natasha does it. Maybe love really is blind. The idea of them in love makes your guts churn.

  “Anyway,” Roger starts, standing up, “You should take a nap. I’ll come to wake you up in a couple hours for dinner, alright?”

  You smile, “Thanks, Rog. For everything.”

  He shoots you a cheeky wink, “Anytime, love.”

  So you gladly lay down in the cool white sheets once Roger is out the door, staring up at the ceiling until eventually you let your eyelids flutter closed.

 Two hours later, you’re up, bathed, and dressed, fiddling with the hem of your midnight blue dress in the mirror.

  Insecurity eats away at you each time your eyes scrutinise yet another perceived flaw. As much as you hate to admit it, Natasha’s words echo around in your mind. She’s right, you're not visually appealing. How could you be, when Brian won’t even look twice at you as more than a friend.

 A knock sounds at your door, Roger’s voice coming soon after, “Are you ready, love?”

 You snap out of your trance, pushing all the self-hatred aside to open the door. Plastering a wide smile on your face, you take his arm in yours.

  He raises a brow.

  “I’m not the one who told everyone we were dating,” you lightly pat his arm, “so hold tight, loverboy.”

  You meet the group outside by the cars once again, John leaning up against the side of his car and Freddie perched gracefully on the bonnet. Brian and Natasha however, are nowhere to be seen. You frown and ask Freddie where they are.

  “Not a clue, my dear. If they aren’t down in five minutes I’m leaving without them.”

  As if on queue, the couple in question walk out of the revolving doors. Brian’s face is flushed, Natasha’s smug. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out why they’re late.

  You catch eyes with Brian and watch, hurt, as he looks away bashfully. Your chest pangs, just a bit, as you glance down at your dress for distraction.

  Roger squeezes your arm comfortingly, “Do you want to ride with us?”

  You shake your head, “Would it be bad if I said I wanted to keep an eye on them?”

  He smiles, “Cheeky.”

 You force a tight smile.

 In all honesty, you aren’t quite sure if you’ll be fine, but when you take another look at Natasha’s smirk, you let your anger be the driving force that pushes you into the back seat of Brian’s car.

  Luckily, they seem to behave themselves while you’re in the car. Well, Brian does. Natasha often tries to place her hand on his thigh, but he always pushes it off. You notice that something has changed since the drive earlier, a shift in Brian’s mood. He’s more bashful than ever, staying practically silent with his cheeks seemingly tinged pink permanently.

  Eventually, Natasha gives up with a huff, crossing her arms and looking out the window as the radio hums a tune none of you are paying attention to. Brian is looking straight at the road, and you’re watching him as he clenches and unclenches his jaw. The sun is just beginning to set beside him, silhouetting his face like an eclipse. He’s so beautiful, even when you’re annoyed with him, and even when he looks annoyed himself.

  He pulls into the car park, killing the engine and turning around to face you in his seat. You furrow your eyebrows as he stares, “What-”

  “Nat, could you give us a minute?”

  “But-”

  “I’ll meet you in the restaurant.”

  She stares at him baffled, looking at you and back to him, before rolling her eyes and getting out of the car. She slams the door and beelines to the entrance, leaving the rest of the boys no choice but to follow her. Roger shoots you a concerned look through the window, to which you return a reassuring smile. It does nothing to reassure yourself, though, as Brian’s fiery gaze is pointed directly at you.

  The car remains silent as both of you challenge each other to see who will speak first. You stand your ground and hold his glare, crossing your arms in defiance. He speaks up,

  “Why didn’t you tell me that you and Rog were together?”

  Your eyebrows shoot up, so that’s what this is about?

  “Why do you care?”

  He scoffs, turning away from you to look out of the window, “I don’t know, maybe because you’re my best friend and he’s my bandmate?”

  “Why does that matter?” You challenge.

  He just shakes his head with a spiteful chuckle, dodging the question, “Roger doesn’t date.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “He’s just going to leave you for another woman, or worse, he’ll just do it behind your back.”

  “And I suppose you’re any better?”

  Your words are harsh, and you regret them the minute they came out. Especially when he turns to look at you with a flash of hurt in his eyes. Brian’s had his own share of infidelity, but he’s always felt guilty over it, as if it haunts him. You suddenly feel sick. He confided in you and you’ve just thrown it back at him.

  Without another word, he opens his door and steps out, slamming the door behind him. You watch as his figure retreats into the restaurant, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. Shit.

  You take a shaky breath, closing your eyes momentarily. You stand on trembling legs and make your own way into the venue, fingernails digging into your palms.

  Everyone is already sitting at the table when you join them, so you take your place in between Roger and John. Both of them look equally concerned, Roger’s eyes flickering to Brian across the table. You dare to glance up to where he’s glaring, fiddling with the tablecloth. His upper lip twitches like it always does when he’s angry, a tick that only you’ve ever noticed about him. His warm hazel eyes seem cold, but you can almost see the flames behind them. He’s pissed. More than pissed.

  Roger unwittingly adds fire to the flame when he leans down to whisper in your ear, “Everything alright, love?”

  You look at Brian once more, his napkin now clenched in his fist, you turn to Roger to whisper, “I think he’s mad.”

  Roger chuckles, “You think? The bloke looks like he wants to castrate me.”

  “I think he probably does.” You sigh.

  Thankfully, always the life-saver, Freddie begins reenacting a run in he had with a fan in a public toilet the other day, and everyone begins loosening up. Well, except for Brian. He’s pretty much silent throughout dinner. Even when Natasha tries to pat his arm or whisper something in his ear, he keeps the same disgruntled look upon his face. You find yourself becoming angrier with every passing moment.

  Who does Brian think he is? How can he let his girlfriend walk all over you, then he insults you, and then he somehow has the right to be angry with you?

  It’s bullshit, and you shoot daggers at him over your dessert. You don’t even want it. It’s your favourite and everything.

  You turn to John, ever the organised one, “Hey, do you know what we’re doing tomorrow?”

  He tilts his chin up and chews on one side of his mouth as he thinks, “I think we planned to visit Conwy Castle.”

  You nod, humming, “Cool.”

  It’s only the first night, and the trip still has five more days, but you find yourself anxious to return home. Especially in the dim lights of a small Italian restaurant as Brian stares at you with that unforgiving gaze, you wish to be anywhere but.

  Brian and Natasha left before everyone else, skipping their coffee and choosing to head back to the hotel. They didn’t so much as question how you’d be getting back. Instead, they left you with the remaining three Queen boys, all of their curious eyes on you.

  They want answers, you can see it on their faces. It’s the first moment all of you have had together without Brian and Natasha there and they want to know what the bloody hell is going on.

  You shake your head at their silence, taking one final bite of your dessert, “Don’t ask me anything, because I don’t have a fucking clue.”

  You huff as you flop back onto the bed. It’s far past sunset, and your hotel room is dim except for the orange glow of the street lights outside your window. Roger, John and Freddie decided to go find some sort of bar to finish the evening, but you asked them to drop you off at the hotel so that you could sleep. Except you couldn’t, your mind wired with so many thoughts of Brian that you couldn’t so much as close your eyes. You decided that staring up at the ceiling wasn’t helping, instead it was making the thoughts worse, so you got out of bed and walked to the balcony and stared out over the sea, letting the cold air of the night nip at your bare skin.

  Just as you close your eyes, there’s a knock at the door, echoing through the sound of the waves in the distance. The tiny clock at the side of your bed reads just past midnight as you pad through the dark to get to the door.

  You open it a crack, “Who is it?” you ask gently.

  “Brian.”

  Your pulse jumps slightly as you open the door the rest of the way and take in his appearance. His eyes are tired and sunken, his hair mussed as if he’d been tugging on it. You wonder if it was him who tugged on it, or someone else, but based on the way his head is bowed, you don’t think anything of the sort happened.

  “Hi,” you gulp, treading lightly, ashamed of the words you threw at him earlier this evening, yet anger still fizzles within you softly.

 “Hi,” he breathes, hand rubbing the back of his neck, “did I wake you?”

 “No,” you shake your head, “couldn’t sleep.”

  “Neither.”

  “Is Natasha awake?”

  He pauses, looking at the floor and then back at you, “She’s asleep.”

  You nod, quiet after his response. What now?

  “Do you...want to come in?”

 You step aside after he nods, quietly walking through the doorway and into the dimness of your room, and then out onto the balcony. You follow, mind racing a million miles a minute, watching his back as he leans against the railing.

  You join him, staring out at the starry reflection of the moon against the sea, “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

  He turns to look at you, though you don’t return his glance. Instead you bask in his gaze upon your face as the wind flutters through your hair and the moon glitters against your skin.

  “It is,” he whispers, his own hair rustled by the wind as he continues to stare at you.

  Neither of you speak for a while, just watching the water as it shimmers like diamonds, though you’re both aware of the words unsaid and the words that were. But for a few moments the two of you decided to ignore the rift between you, and instead let the soft silver gleam of the moon heal your aching hearts.

 But things must not go unsaid for too long or they will fester, and you’re the first to speak, “Why’d you come see me, Bri?”

  He sighs, looking down at his hands, “I came to say sorry. I shouldn’t have said that stuff about Rog, he’s a good guy.”

  You stare at him for awhile, “He is a good guy,”

 Brian’s eyebrows seem to fall, which causes your own to furrow. You continue, “but did you mean what you said?”

  He looks into your eyes and you know instantly that he did. The only reason he’s come to apologise is because he upset you.

  “I did.”

 Though it angers you, you admire his honesty. You can’t be so frank with him, you’d end up spilling your feelings.

 “Is it so unbelievable that someone like Roger would like someone like me?”

 It feels odd talking about Rog as if he’s actually your boyfriend, but you’re hurt. Natasha’s earlier words cut like a knife, and hearing Brian think the same would cut like no other.

  “That’s not what I meant at all. You’re just…” he trails off and looks back at the sea, shaking his head.

  “I’m what?”

  “You’re...perfect. You’re too good for someone who will hurt you”

  The sound of the wind fills your silence, a sense of confusion and joy fluttering in your stomach. You wish you could tell him that you appreciate his concern, but he’s been the one hurting you all this time. However it’s not his fault, and you remain quiet. He called you perfect.

  You search his face for any sign of anything, any twitch of his brow that might give anything away, but he’s stoic as always.

  “But you can’t be the one to make that decision for me.” you breathe, choosing to ignore what he said. Perhaps you’re scared of him taking it back, or claiming it was nothing. You want to hold onto the very feelings you feel now, after Brian has called you perfect underneath the moonlight.

  “I know.” he sighs, looking down at his hands. You’ve always loved his hands, his long slender fingers that are often adorned with a couple silver rings, usually on his pinky finger. You’d often imagined the way they might feel against your bare skin, but each time you dared to delve into that idea, you quickly shut it down.

  The fact that you’ve been lying to Brian about Roger makes you feel wretched, eating away at your insides as you chew on your bottom lip. It feels as though you’re seeing a bit more of Brian’s private thoughts, and he’s only shared them with you because he thinks you’re dating Roger.

  The confession is right there on the tip of your tongue, a loud exclamation of truth ready to erupt from inside of you, “Brian-”

  “-Y/N” he begins at the same time, and immediately all courage is lost. The boiling truth returns to a simmer, and your racing heart begins to still.

  You both chuckle, a sense of normalcy returning for the first time tonight as he scratches the back of his neck, “You first.”

  Shaking your head, you give him a small smile, “Not important, you go.”

  He nods, taking a breath as if to build his courage back up, turning his body to face you entirely. You do the same, concerned at the sudden seriousness that’s returned to his face. You watch in silence as he takes yet another deep breath, the dread inside of you intensifying.

  “I…” he begins, and you want to grab him by the shoulder and shake, tell him to spit it out already because you feel nauseated.

  “It’s terrible of me to say this, and I know I have no right whatsoever to do so, but...I don’t want you to date Roger.”

  You’re taken aback by his blatant request, baffled at why he is so against the idea of you and Roger being together, “Why not?”

  He looks just as irritated as you, all civility that you’d built up just moments before knocked down like a house of cards. It’s as if the idea of you not listening to his request infuriates him, and in return that makes you equally angry.

  “I told you before.”

  “But we agreed that this isn’t your decision.”

  At this point, you aren’t sure why you’re continuing to act as if Roger is your boyfriend. Perhaps you’ve let it go too far and to confess now would damage your dignity. Or maybe you want to see how far Brian is willing to go with his request. Surely he won’t force the two of you apart.

  “It’s not my decision, but that doesn’t stop me from feeling uncomfortable.”

  “Uncomfortable?!” you raise your voice. This conversation is going in the complete wrong direction, but you can’t seem to stop it, or stop yourself. The two of you are both passionate people always speaking for what they believe in, and in this case you are on opposing sides. Like fire and ice, or darkness and light, the two of you battle against each other.

  “Yes! Uncomfortable!”

  “Go on then, explain to me why it makes you so uncomfortable.”

  “He’s my bandmate-”

  “And why does that matter?”

  “You’ll be a distraction!”

  “I’ve known you all for years, and suddenly now that I’m dating one of you, I’m a distraction? Nice, Brian.”

  He goes to speak, but you interrupt, “And what about Natasha, huh? Is she not a distraction? Or is it just me then?”

  “She doesn’t come to the studio with us like you do.”

  “You were the one who told me that you love when I come to the studio.”

  He looks flustered, “I do, but-”

  “You’re not making any sense,” you say, exasperated, “what is the big deal about me dating Roger?”

  He doesn’t answer, instead staring at you with a burning intensity behind his caramel irises. A siren blares in the distance and a cloud sheathes the moon in a grey cast. It’s as if his answer is in his eyes, but you just can’t catch it. You’re both speaking two different languages.

  “I should go,” he says finally.

 Muddled thoughts race through your head. You want to say so many things but nothing comes out, your mind a jumbled mess of intertwined wires. Goddamnit,  Y/N, say something.

  He turns to walk through the hotel room, and you have no choice but to watch his back as he retreats. But then he stops in his tracks, turning to look at you once more. He has hurt written across his face, you can see it even in the darkness.

  “Where is Roger, by the way?”

  He tilts his head to the side, challenging you to answer him. You stare in silence, no answer on your tongue.

 He nods, his own point proven to himself as he goes to turn back around, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

[egg-emperor]

Merry Eggsmas, I hope everyone is having a good day/night! I'm going to show off the Eggman/Sonic stuff I gifted myself as a reward for getting through the year. I'm sure you can guess what most of it consists of heheh

I got:

The 25th anniversary Tomy classic and new Jakks Pacific modern plushies! 💖💕💜

I almost got the Tomy plush in 2016 but I didn't have money on me, he was sold out the next time I visited the store, and he became pricy on eBay. But I finally found him for a good price! He’s one of Tomy’s better quality Sonic products and I love the shiny look to it. The Jakks Pacific modern plush is beautiful too! He's small and simple but still an adorable and worthy addition to the collection! The material of his coat is nice and soft.

I already bought the bigger Jakks Pacific Eggman figure a few months ago, so I now have the mini one too.

The paint is slightly off on mine, especially on his nose but I’ll touch it up when I can. It looks great for a smaller figure! The size comparison is funny. I love them both! 💜

This unofficial Eggman Lego mini figure and official Nanoblocks figure!

The Lego has such impressive detail and paint for a bootleg! I wish there was an official figure for the beautifully round Eggman in Lego Dimensions though, because he was supposed to be a big figure rather than a mini one. But I still love this! As for the Nanoblocks, it was a pain in the ass to build because it's so small and complicated but it looks cool!

I have Tubbz Ducktor Roquacknik at last!

It’s easily the best looking of the set because it was really weird how Sonic, Tails and Knuckles had noses and hands on top of beaks and wings. The mustache on the beak for Eggman works perfectly!

This neat mug with Sonic Mania Adventures art! It’s my second Eggman mug since I got one of Eggman’s head last year lol

It's been a while since I've brought any kind of physical comic or book so I decided to get this Universe #75 variant cover and a sticker activity book!

I don't need physcial copies of Archie or IDW since I own them all digitally. But I had extra cash, so I bought one of my favorite variant covers of Eggman demanding the spotlight he deserves! I'm slightly disappointed that they reduced the amount he’s spitting in the final version but I still love it. XD The sticker and activity book doesn't have as much Eggman as I hoped for but it's pretty good! I might show the contents sometime.

I also got some stocking fillers like a face mask, pins, keychain, dangler, magnet and gloves. If you couldn’t tell already by the very small Eggman socks I have in my collection, I don’t care if the items fit me or not. I just want to grab literally any Eggman merch I can!

A couple of days ago, I finally went into a store for the first time since like February or March and found Metal and Knuckles in store. The Eggman trap spring is my favorite accessory yet because you can actually push it in!

I finally decided to get the Cable Guys Tails, since they still haven't made an Eggman. When there’s only team Sonic merch available, I always go for Tails. I would trust him the most out of them to take care of my devices.

On a Sonic Official stream they said they weren't sure if they could make a Cable Guy Eggman work because of his big belly. But his arms are long enough to put out in front of him to hold things! Especially if it was modern because they’re longer, but I’m sure classic could work too! Plus, I think his belly would be great for devices and controllers to lean against. So that's no excuse! XD

That's all the stuff that arrived in time for Eggsmas! There's still something that hasn't arrived yet, but I'm happy that most of it was here today. I'm pleased with the amount of modern and classic Eggman because they're always what I want most! I hope there's more new merch for the two best designs for the anniversary next year. :D

I'm eager to see how all of this will look on my Eggman shrine once I'm done rearranging it. I'll make a new up to date post to replace my current pinned when it's done!

[sassycassie-s-writing]

Same Story, Different Versions (Version 1)

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): Avengers - Peter Parker/Spider-Man, @moonlight-lyrics/Wonder-Pool, & @saviorsong/Nightsong

Rating: PG

Original Idea: I just like to write my Tumblr friends into stories.

Notes: (Masterlist)(About Me) “Same story, different versions, and all are true!” -Tia Dalma, Pirates of the Caribbean. Just Peter Parker asking Mattie out with her friends’ help a couple different ways.

^^^^^

Peter slid into Lyric’s room at the Avengers compound. “Lyric! I need your help!” he exclaimed, barely remaining upright as his velocity kept carrying him forward after his shoes stopped. Lyric looked up from her painting curiously, turning to see him.

“What’s up?” she asked.

“What kind of flowers does Mattie like?”

“Pardon?”

“Mattie. What kind of flowers does she like?”

“Uh… how would I know?”

“Because you’re her best friend here!” Peter cried.

“Hey Wonder-Pool!” the other girl in question called, swinging around the doorframe with one hand, hanging off of it. “I’m heading to the store. Want me to pick you up anything?” She caught sight of Peter. “Oh hey Pete.”

Peter squeaked out something that could have counted as a high-pitched, “Hi,” but Mattie didn’t notice; she was too busy looking at Lyric.

“Uh… nope. I think I’m good. Unless you run across something really weird for like, a dollar,” Lyric replied.

Mattie chuckled. “Okay. What about you, Pete? Want me to grab anything?”

He shook his head silently.

“Your guys’ loss. ‘Kay—I’ll be back soon.”

“Bye Matt!” Lyric called after Mattie’s retreating form as Peter kind of yelped, “Bye!”

Once Mattie was completely gone, Lyric snagged the Wonder-Pool plushie of herself that Tony had given her for her birthday and threw it at Peter. His incredible reflexes were apparently taking the day off because it nailed him in the back of the head. “Yowch! What was that for?” he demanded, rubbing the back of his head.

Lyric scoffed. “Oh don’t be such a baby. That didn’t hurt. You once took a hit directly to the face from Cap’s shield.” She threw something else at him—a hairbrush, the first thing her hand grabbed that didn’t involve her paint supplies—but this time he caught it. “What is with you Peter?”

“What do you mean?”

“Okay, I will admit your social skills are questionable, but you seem like you’re suddenly terrified of Mattie. And while I will also admit she could beat us both up at the same time—probably, if she was angry enough—she’s really nothing to be scared of.” As she spoke, Peter gently set the hairbrush back down on the desk where Lyric had thrown it from. “You’ve certainly never been the smoothest when talking to other people, but usually you hold a better conversation than just scared little squeaks.”

“I’m not scared of Mattie,” Peter retorted. “I’m just… really nervous.”

“What for?” Lyric asked.

“I’m planning on asking her out! What do you think for?!”

“So that’s what the flowers are for?”

“Yes!”

“Maybe you should have led with the explanation,” Lyric pointed out sarcastically. “Would have cut down the confusion.” She snickered and spun around on her swivel chair so she wasn’t twisting around to look at Peter. “Mattie likes roses. Any color but usually red. She’s a bit old-fashioned. She also likes lilies and snapdragons. But be careful. She has a weirdly extensive knowledge of flower language for a girl who spends most of her days training or fighting crime.”

Peter was still so nervous he couldn’t find it in him to laugh at Lyric’s humor. She was funny but he was distracted. He nodded vaguely at Lyric. “Okay. Thanks Lyric,” he said distractedly, mind racing and feet trying to remember how to walk.

She snorted. “Welcome Peter. Good luck.”

“Thanks.” Slowly, he drifted out of her room like a ghost. Rolling her eyes and chuckling in amusement, Lyric went back to her painting.

Peter sat down on the bed in his room, staring blankly at the wall for a couple moments. At least he had an answer. But he hadn’t even remembered that flower language was a thing. Great. Add another layer of effort looking up what flowers were supposed to mean on top of actually asking her out!

Finally he got his head on straight and went over to the computer on his desk—the much higher-tech one than the one he had at home—to start Googling flower language. He didn’t want to offend her.

A really loud motorcycle pulled into the compound. Curious—Cap wasn’t supposed to be back for another three days at least—Peter peered out his window.

The figure on the bike was distinctly feminine. Small but athletic. The newcomer swung her leg off her motorbike and pulled the helmet off, releasing tumultuous green curls around her shoulders. Peter couldn’t help but smile as he turned back to his computer screen. Mattie and Lyric would be pleased that their other sister was back.

Mattie, Mel, and Lyric weren’t really sisters. None of them looked anything alike anyway and their powers weren’t in any way similar. But they treated each other like sisters and loved each other like sisters.

The door to the living area of the Avengers compound downstairs burst open and shut loudly. “Matilda! Lyric!” the familiar voice shouted.

In the room down the hall from Peter’s, Lyric leapt to her feet and bolted for downstairs. “Melody!” she cried excitedly.

“Hey!” Melody called back.

Peter chuckled as he read his flower-language search result page, tuning out the conversation of the girls downstairs who were exchanging happy pleasantries. He liked having his bedroom be right next to the staircase for access purposes, but sometimes all the noise that came through was really distracting. He shoved his earbuds in his ears and more seriously considered the screen in front of him. Melody and Lyric could catch up as loud as they wanted—maybe the older woman would even help him ask Mattie out if he asked nicely.

^^^^^

“So where’s Matt?” Mel asked Lyric as they collapsed onto the big king-size bed in Mel’s room.

“She went to the store to grab some unspecified stuff,” Lyric replied. “She left right before you came. Hopefully she’ll be back soon.”

“Hopefully! Gotta get the sisters back together!”

They both laughed.

“Hey guess what, speaking of Mattie, Peter’s gonna ask her out. It’s gonna be a surprise.”

“WHAT?!” Melody exclaimed. “Finally!”

“What do you mean, finally?” Lyric asked.

“That kid has been crushing on Mattie since they met each other. It’s about time that he did something about it! That idiot is brave enough to take on the Winter Soldier, Falcon, and Captain America at the same time and yet wouldn’t ask out the girl he likes for months.”

“How can you tell Peter likes Mattie? I’ve been here just as long as they have and wouldn’t have noticed.”

Melody snorted. “Oh please. You know what he’s like. His social skills may be super awkward, but he positively flounders whenever she enters the room. But enough about them. We can talk about that when Mattie gets back—or not, since you said it’ll be a surprise. Tell me about your training. How are you getting on?”

Lyric made a face. “I’m doing better. A lot better than I was at the start of the summer. I just feel like… no matter how hard I train, there’s no way I’m going to be as physically strong as everyone else here.”

“Well, honestly, probably not. But physical strength is where a lot of their powers lie. Yours are somewhere entirely different. And that doesn’t make you any less valuable. In fact, I think it makes you more valuable. We’ll always have someone else to punch the bad guys around if we can’t, but there’s no way we could replace what you do, got it?”

Lyric smiled. “Got it.”

“Good. Now tell me, Cap and Sam aren’t working you too hard are they?”

^^^^^

I tilted up onto my tiptoes, trying to reach the chocolate chip cookie dough Pop-Tarts. I hated being short when things were on the top shelves.

When I couldn’t reach it, I hissed in frustration and fell back flat onto my feet. Glancing around, I made sure no one was watching. I did a power-induced jump, snagged the box, and landed on the ground as if nothing happened. I set the box in my basket gently next to my one-dollar present for Lyric—a strange magnet with a cartoon of a penguin-dog—and carried on through the aisles.

Vzzt! Vzzt! My phone buzzed in my pocket.

A text from Peter.

Spider-Nerd: I changed my mind. Can you grab me a soda? Any kind. I’m kind of having a crash right now and Mr. Stark won’t let me have any coffee because he thinks it’ll make me bounce off the walls.

Me: XD Yeah it LITERALLY would so I don’t blame him. Sure I’ll grab you something. You REALLY don’t care what kind?

Spider-Nerd: Not at all. I’m not picky. As long as it’s not sugar-free or diet I’ll probably like it.

Me: :-) Okay!

Spider-Nerd: Thanks Mattie.

Me: No prob Pete.

I trotted nonchalantly back to the aisle where the soda was and peered at the colorful labels. Part of me wanted to prank him and get the weirdest-looking, worst-tasting thing I could, but I liked Peter. He was my friend and a good kid, so I grabbed something normal and added it to my basket. I’d get an opportunity for a better prank later anyway. There were always opportunities. Plus, with Lyric in the room next door to mine, the two of us were unstoppable.

Once I was done with Peter’s soda, I grabbed a quart carton of ice cream and went to check out.

The drive back to the compound was peaceful, the silence of middle-of-nowhere, Upstate New York broken only by my radio and semi-decent singing. Though, the farther I got from the town, the worse the radio got.

I unloaded my shopping bags into my room—hiding the ice cream in my mini-fridge since it just had to be kept cold for a little bit before Lyric and I devoured it—and glanced out the window.

A familiar motorcycle was parked on the gravel, a helmet balanced carefully on the seat.

My jaw dropped.

“Mel?!” I called.

“Hey! There she is!” my “older sister’s” voice exclaimed from downstairs.

I ran down the hallway, stopping only for a moment at Peter’s room to distractedly place his soda on his desk—“Thanks Mattie!”—before thundering down the stairs.

I did a flip on the last couple steps to land lightly on the ground floor.

At the end of the corridor, Mel and Lyric were emerging from the kitchen.

“Mel!” I squealed, bolting forward at full-tilt. She laughed as I barreled into her so hard we almost fell over and hugged her. She squeezed me back, my face buried in her green hair. “When we didn’t hear from you—I thought, I mean, I feared the worst—”

“Good to see you too, worry-wart,” Melody teased. “And c’mon, you can’t get rid of me that easy. Just lost my comm unit. Fell out of my ear during a fight. Nothing to worry about.” As she spoke, Lyric wrapped her arms around the both of us and we shared a group hug—that quickly also included a sarcastic Tony who appeared from nowhere and an embarrassed, unwilling Peter. Peter had come down to see what the ruckus was about and promptly got dragged into our squishy embrace by Lyric’s free hand. We all laughed for a moment and then released. Mel and I gasped. Being in the middle we were kind of getting squashed and the air had been successfully forced out of us.

“Alright kids, have fun,” Tony remarked before strolling off. “FRIDAY, we’re going to need to…”

“So! Tell us about your trip!” I said to Mel.

“You mean mission?” Lyric corrected.

“Yeah. You know what I mean.”

“I know. But we don’t have to talk like civilians out here.”

Before we could get anything more, the Wall intercom rang.

The Wall was the ten-foot slabs of concrete keeping the compound safe from ground attacks and unwanted entries.

“I’ll get it,” Peter commented, looking relieved to flee. We waved him off. Lyric and Mel shared a knowing smirk that I didn’t understand but didn’t think much of as we went upstairs to one of the big open areas full of sofas. We each took a separate spot—Lyric the armchair, Mel the big sofa, and me the loveseat—and put our feet up on the coffee table.

“So, I get to Kiev, and—” Mel launched into her story.

She only got a couple minutes in before we were interrupted.

Peter cleared his throat. “Uh… can I… can I borrow Mattie for a second?”

The three of us smiled. “Sure!” we all replied at the same time. I stood, flipped over the back of the loveseat, and followed him out of the room. We stopped outside his bedroom door.

“What’s up?” I inquired casually.

Peter seemed nervous. Then again, he usually seemed a bit nervous.

“I, uh… I was just… I was wondering…” He sighed and put his head in his hand, leaning against the doorframe. “This is going great…” he muttered.

“You okay? Is something wrong?”

“No. Just my social skills apparently.” He shook his head. “Sorry. Let me try again.”

“Okay…?”

He straightened up and looked me in the face, his hand reaching back into his room. A web shot from the device on his wrist. “Mattie, would you like to go—out—with me on Friday?” he asked. The web retracted back into his shooter, bringing with it a blur of color.

He offered me a bouquet of red roses with baby’s breath flowers interspersed between them.

I turned bright red, taking the flowers. “I would love to!” I replied excitedly.

Peter smiled. “Great! It’s a date!”

From down the hall, I heard Mel and Lyric cheering. “Let me guess, they knew?” I asked. Peter nodded. I chuckled and gave him a hug.

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1. do you have any recurring dreams? what are they?OKAY THIS ONES GONNA GET A LITTLE LONGi dont really have recurring dreams so much as recurring events in dreams, like the dream itself will vary but theres a lot of little things that happen from dream to dreamroller coasters?? are one of them? but its always really weird like usually the dream involves less of like actually riding the roller coaster and more of like having to get on it except its always like really difficult like i have to climb to get in it and its like on a weird angle so its hard to get in and idk its. strange. for the record i love roller coasters, so its not like… a fear thing its just. weirduhhhh school is another one, i have lots of weird dreams where im like in a class or walking to class or at lunch or going home from school (its not?? the school i went to its just some school idk) and usually my friends are there and weird shit happens, like the dreams dont really have anything to do w school tho other than thats where theyre taking placea lot of times i cant keep my feet on the ground in dreams like if i try to move or even sometimes if im standing still i start to float away, also when i try to walk it always feels like im being like pulled in the opposite direction, and i think that kind of plays off my weird sort of fear of being in open spaces and not having like walls or smth around me that i can touch or hold onto, like i feel like i cant keep myself in place and the world is like going to fall apart around me or drop out from under my feet and nothing feels quite real unless i can touch ita lot of times in dreams if i go to use a sink or smth i can never turn the faucet off, no matter how i turn the handles or what i do it just keeps running and idk what up w that tbh but that happens a lotaaand probably the last and most depressing recurring theme is like sometimes ill have these dreams where one of my friends is dying, and im there with them and sometimes its my fault and they keep like trying to assure me that its fine theyre fine but like?? its not, its not fine and theyre dying and i cant do anything and those are the worst ones and they freak me out and i hate them

11. what is one thing ( a book, movie, etc ) that has greatly affected you?oh god uhfuck i know there are things but nothing actually comes to mind thats impacted me in any real significant way?? like im completely blanking here. there definitely are some tho i just cant think of em atm sorry

22. what is your favourite type of flower?im gonna be lame and say roses bc i… really like roses lmao. there are so many different colors and they have a neat shape and they dry well and i love them. lilies are p neat too tho

39. describe your favourite spot in your house.mmm even tho its a mess i love my roomi have some live plants on the windowsill and dried flowers in old tarnished silver tea/coffee pots on my dresser and mason jars on my nightstand and others hanging to dry in various other parts of my room, ive got incense and lots of jars, bones and shells and stones all over the place, lots of old silver, lots of candles.and on the other side of the room i have my shelves with all my art supplies and makeup and books and collectibles, lots of plushies, keychains and jewelry hanging around, my magnet board with art and gifts from friends, lots of art supplies all over the place, quite a few ball jointed dolls i’ve yet to paint because its too cold still (and one that i have)its unorganized and messy and theres no real theme to it all, its kind of all over the place and theres so many different kinds of things all together but its everything i love and its one of the only places here that i feel comfortable

also my basement is cool bc theres a swing

44. who do you miss right now?all my friends tbh but @mrveils​ is Too Far Away and i want to see them again bc i havent since my birthday and thats Too Long tbh (also we never did drink those mini crystal head vodkas and We Gotta theyre still sitting on my shelf im saving them for next time i see u)

47. do you believe horoscopes?i think theyre neat but idk if i believe in them necessarily?? mostly bc mine is so wildly inaccurate most of the time lmao

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Best Golf Push Carts For The Money Reviews 2018

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The best golf push carts have evolved in their architecture. We have lightweight, sturdy golf push carts that can carry your golf clubs, umbrella, kitchen sink and what not. The best part is, it gives you the much-needed exercise without being cumbersome or costly. Check out our list of the best golf push carts 2018 and buy one of these babies already! Because your golf clubs are not going to haul themselves.

Top 5 Best Golf Push Cart Reviews 2018

CaddyTek SuperLite Deluxe Golf Push Cart

Clicgear 3.5+ Golf Push Cart

Clicgear 8.0 Golf Push Cart

CaddyTek One-Click Folding 4 Wheel Version 3 Golf Push Cart

CaddyTek EZ-Fold 3 Wheel Golf Push Cart

Best Golf Push Cart 2018

1. CaddyTek SuperLite Deluxe Golf Push Carts

CaddyTek is no late bloomer to the golf supply market. They make everything from shoe brush to golf laser rangefinders. Their expertise is niche in the golf cart area. CaddyTek SuperLite Deluxe is the right example of how they have capitalized on their knowledge in this domain.

CaddyTek Superlite Deluxe golf push cart is a 3-wheel wonder. Its 27 inch wide body has a heavy duty steel frame backbone.

 In spite of the solid build, it is relatively lightweight at just 12.2 pounds. 

It has a one-step folding mechanism that collapses it to fit in the car trunk. Terrain is a very important consideration in your choice of push carts. They must suffer the abuse of rocks and unruly geography.

SuperLite maintains perfect traction with its durable 11 inch back wheels and 8 inch front wheel. Ball bearings ensure they ride safe over all kinds of territory. Back wheels can be removed when folding.

A foot brake keeps SuperLite golf push cart from running wild over the golf course. Single press will bring it to a halt or set it in motion. The padded handle of this cart can be adjusted into 4 different holding positions depending on what is comfortable for you. It has provisions to hold an umbrella or a beverage bottle, mesh net and patented bag rack. A stand, tour or cart bag can be easily housed on this golf push cart. A plastic cover to hold score card is also provided. Clasps and binds on the cart are very strong and will bear the weight of your golf clubs.

CaddyTek Superlite Deluxe is a well streamlined design. Nothing can make it tip over. Especially from our list of best golf push cart

2. Clicgear Model 3.5+ Golf Push Cart

Clicgear is a Reddot award winner for design excellence. Model 3.5+ is a labor of love from the same house. This push cart remains popular with the golf mongers. Its swanky looks can earn you instant admiration at the course. Colored highlights enhance the profile of Model 3.5+ earning it some brownie points.

Model 3.5+ golf push cart has made many corrections of its predecessor Model 3.0’s pitfalls. 

Its 18-pound body is molded out of scratch resistant aircraft aluminum. It is lightweight for its rugged build. People of different heights can manipulate the handle up to 45 degrees for better grip. It is ridden by 3 maintenance free, airless tires than can map any terrain due to increased width over 3.0 push cart. A separate lever with water resistant anchor pivot constitutes the braking system. 

Model 3.5+ golf push cart is foldable and reduces to a structure of 13 x 15 x 24 inches. It features a much bigger mesh net. New umbrella holder is a welcome addition.

Cup holder of this push cart is more flexible allowing you to lock in cups of different sizes. Clasps and cords tightly bind any hardware put on the 3.5+. The large console can carry everything from golf balls to scorecards. Bells and whistles for attaching many accessories are integrated to 3.5+ golf push carts. These include place for shoe brush, rangefinders, smartphones et al.

Clicgear remains committed towards improving your user experience rather than just the architecture of their push cart. And that is the reason why Clicgear model 3.5+ has earned a place in the best golf push carts list.

3. Clicgear 8.0 Golf Push Cart

Remember the Reddot award that Clicgear won. It was for Model 8.0. It is definitely that awesome a cart. Hot on the heels of Model 3.5+, they came up with the Clicgear Model 8.0 golf push cart that packs a dangerous set of 4 wheels and a design that speaks solid. The profile of the push cart is enough to convince you.

Taking the ergonomic track, Model 8 looks to divide weight over four huge tires. Placement of levers is done tastefully and makes it extremely comfortable to use

It folds to look like a mini army tank of 27″ x 17″ x 15″. Folding is an easy routine. You don’t have to wrestle with the contraption to unfold or close it. It is mobile even when folded if the brake is off. A cable-based locking hand brake controls its movement over the course. 

Console rests with a magnetic latch that shuts firmly. It can hold all your personal junk and golf balls and scorecard. Mesh pouch is big enough to bring in water bottles, laser rangefinders all at once. Your golf bag can be secured on to the golf push cart using an adaptable bungee cord. Wheels of Model 8 are wide, airless and maintenance shy. They support the weight of your golf clubs properly without keeling over and embarrassing you on the course.

The overall storage capacity of Model 8.0 golf push cart is very well constituted. Add that to its formidable looks and we have a winner in the best golf push carts category.

4. CaddyTek One-Click Folding 4 Wheel Version 3 Golf Push Cart

CaddyTek is not putzing around with push cart business. That is evident from CaddyTek One-Click Folding 4 Wheel V.3 golf push cart. Featuring a stable design that collapses like a practised gymnast, V3 is beautiful in a subtle way. Handling this cart is a breeze. It boasts of storage capacity rivalling more expensive carts in the market.

CaddyTek V3 paints an elegant picture with aluminum crafted structure. Even with four wheels, the weight is curtailed to 17 pounds. It is, by no means, fragile for its weight. It features one-click folding mechanism that is patented. There is no manual labor involved in this. V3 golf push cart is lent extra traction through 4 wheels made of hard rubber. They are airless but do not slip over grass because of their rubber make. Front wheel alignment keeps the cart true to its course.

V3 uses a patented push brake system for controlling cart movements. A plushy padded handle steers the push cart.

Specially designed basket is attached to the handle which houses a cooler, umbrella holder, storage rack and mesh holder. Cup holder and scorecard rack are combined along with a place to hold ball marker on the body of this golf push cart. Mounted on the frame is a proprietary structure for engulfing your golf bag tightly.

CaddyTek One-Click Folding 4 Wheel V.3 golf push cart redefines portability. Literally every nook and cranny of this equipment has been patented. A lot of fresh thought has gone into the making of this golf cart. Considering its budget-oriented make, it will be a shame to not add it to our best golf push cart list.

5. CaddyTek EZ-Fold 3 Wheel Golf Push Carts

CaddyTek is acing this list with multiple entries now. This one is the most affordable find from CaddyTek which needed special mention for allowing noobs to buy golf push carts. CaddyTek EZ-Fold, a three wheel ride as the name suggests, is a compact and uncomplicated caddie on wheels.

The petite frame of EZ-Fold3 hides a durable aluminum frame that is tough to defeat. Folding is facilitated by a two-step routine. The button to do this is surprise, surprise... patented. This golf push cart runs on only 3 wheels. These wheels are rubber-made hardy affairs that rarely need replacement or maintenance. They have the right alignment to provide a balance on both difficult and deceptively smooth ground. Ditching the hand break, EZ-Fold3 opts for a foot brake which comes more naturally to a driver. The handle is ergonomically padded and can be angled for more comfort. 

This CaddyTek golf push cart can strap on the basics like golf bag. You have a separate storage space for beverages, laser rangefinders, scorecards etc...

CaddyTek EZ-Fold Push cart is famished for features. But that’s because it has been purposely kept light in view of cutting the price down. It performs its basic functions to the letter. This cart comes in a number of colors to add excitement to a great buy. CaddyTek EZ-Fold 3 Wheel Golf Push cart takes a spot in the best golf push cart list for being non-messy and cheaper than its super cousins.

Type Of Golf Carts

1. Golf Pull Carts:

Golf pull carts are not as popular as the golf push carts. What’s the difference? As logic would have it, golf pull carts are pulled behind you. These typically have two wheels which is all you need to drag your golf luggage around. These are more traditional designs. Based on personal preference, you might find them harder to use than the golf push cart.

2. Golf Push Carts:

Golf Push carts are the most commonly used golf carts. They usually have three wheels so that they can be pushed ahead of you. Many manufacturers like Clicgear, CaddyTek etc. also produce 4-wheel drives that are exceptionally stable and easier to move. But they carry the bulk of the extra wheel and can be harder to collapse.

3. Remote Controlled Golf Push Carts:

Remote-controlled golf carts come with a managing device that gives you the control of their movement. You can control your cart from within a range in which the remote control works. So you can literally summon your cart to your service. There are many considerations here. You have to do thorough research to see that the vehicle is safe and does not run wild on the golf course.

4. Golf Carts:

There’s THE golf cart, a small open vehicle that can carry you and your gear and even a buddy/caddy. It requires the least effort to maneuver. If you are a careful driver, this is a good option.

READ MORE: Best Golf Cart Batteries And Chargers: A Complete Buying Guide

5. Electric Golf Push Carts:

If you want to reserve your energy to bring your A-game to the golf course, then you can resort to an electric golf push cart. It works on batteries so that’s one added concern for you. But it has some pretty cool features like Cruise control and speed memory which lets you go back and set it on a speed you found convenient earlier. Needless to say, it is more expensive than the regular golf carts.

Best Golf Push Cart: Buying Tips

An average golf bag can weigh 30 pounds or more. If you are not a ham-stuffing, steak glutton, that’s probably one third of your body weight. You can either carry the golf bag yourself or get a caddie. One is going to be heavy on your back and the other on your pocket. The alternative? A golf push cart. It carries all your stuff with minimum effort. And you do not have to give up the sedate walk that you enjoy between the shots. Choosing the best golf push cart could be quite the challenge. But prioritizing your needs and matching them against the equipment is the easiest way out. We created a checklist of features that you can refer to quickly, while shopping for the best golf cart. Also check out our best golf push cart reviews for more information.

1.Wheel size:

For any item to be stable on a surface, it should have a large contact area. Golf carts with larger wheels are easier to move around. They negotiate with tough terrains easily. They have better traction on rocky and uneven ground. Wider tires are more stable on smoother low friction surfaces.

2.Brake:

To avoid mishaps its best to choose golf push carts with brakes. With the amount of weight you load on the cart, they could run out of control on inclined surfaces. Having a brake helps control their movement instantly. There are hand-brake versions and foot brake golf carts. The hand brakes can be operated fast but foot brakes require lesser effort.

3.Sturdy handles:

A golf push cart is maneuvered using the handle. This handle must be designed and positioned ergonomically. Many golf carts offer 2-3 detent positions for handles so that you can use them per your height or comfort. The handles must be well made and should bear the weight of your golf bag.

4.Compact:

The whole idea of owning a golf push cart is to reduce the stress on your arms. The best golf carts are compact and easy to carry around. Even when you put them in the trunk of the car, they should be designed to fit such small spaces. The more compact they is, the more their usability is.

5.Collapsibility:

The golf carts are collapsible. They can be folded within themselves to form a small package that can be easily transported. In an age where we travel afar for golf tournaments and courses, this is a must-have feature.

6.Storage capacity:

If you have been golfing for a while, you would know what equipment you need on the go. The best golf push carts use their real estate strategically to provide storage options for your irons, umbrella, water bottle etc.. Some of them come with the golf bag included. But it is best to avoid too many features and pockets. Each pocket adds weight to the golf push cart and tempts you to carry more. This unnecessary repetitive strain can affect your arm adversely.

7.Ease of use:

Before choosing the best golf push cart for yourself, check out if it is easy to collapse and easy to assemble back. All its zips and pockets must be convenient to use and close. You shouldn’t have to fiddle to slip your items in. Because it will be hard to hold the cart steady and engage both your hands at the same time.

Verdict

Using a golf push cart has many advantages over motorized carts, not the least of which is seeing your pounds melt away from the exercise. Pushcarts offer you a chance to mingle. They are low maintenance and portable. Besides, why use a sword for a needle’s job. Golf push carts have grown popular with the health-conscious circle. We are hoping this good trend will catch on. When it does reach you, this best golf push cart list will help you take your pick.