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[hxneyfarm]

here, have a little modern steddie meet-cute. meet-ugly, maybe? idk. 1k words, mostly dialogue

"uber for, uh," the guy in the beemer at the curb looks at the phone in his hand, "eddie m.?"

"hey, that's my name!" eddie shouts, stumbling toward the car. the world is tipping sideways a little, but it's been a good night.

he wrenches open the passenger side door and slides in.

"cool if i sit up front, man? i get motion sickness sitting in the back, and you would not like me when i'm motion sick."

"uh, sure?"

eddie pulls the door closed behind him and says, "so what's your name, pretty boy?"

"you don't check the app before getting into some random guy's car?" the guy asks with a huff.

"oh, no, i never order these things for myself." eddie laughs. he tries to think back, remember how many jameson shots he put back tonight. can't. oh, well. "my roommate always sets it up beforehand when i come down to the styx for a show."

"a show? like a concert?"

"uh, no. drag show. styx is a gay bar." the guy's quiet at that. "that a problem? still dunno your name."

"oh. steve," the guy - steve - says shortly. "no, it just... looks more like a... metal bar, or something."

"sometimes things are both, can you believe it! they do a drag show last wednesday of every month. good show tonight, all the girls looked great." he kicks his feet up on the dashboard of the car, watches steve's eyes cut sideways at them as he does. "do you like drag shows, steve?"

he's testing the waters, feeling steve out to see if he should be worried about getting into some random guy's car outisde a gay bar with a dead phone. eddie's definitely had a little too much tonight. he's probably got glitter in his hair. there's definitely black lipstick smeared across his cheek from when allison chaynz planted one on him earlier during her set.

"only been to a few, but yeah. they're a good time. good show."

safe, then. tentatively.

eddie studies steve for a moment, trying to figure him out. he's got this thing he does sometimes, in an uber; eddie's an easy read - he gets into an uber and the driver immediately flips their spotify over to a metal playlist.

the driver's are usually easy to read too, and it's eddie's favorite game; he tends to know when he's got a country boy behind the wheel, or an emo transplant from the mid aughts, or the indie girlies with their iced coffees and perpetual dark undereye circles that all the concealer in the world can't hide.

the guy looks like he wears teenage boy deodorant and smells like repressed trauma. he has the indie girlie dark circles under his eyes, an apple watch strapped to his wrist. rich boy. drives a beemer. good hair, stupid highlights. there's a tube of burt's bees cherry lip balm in the center console and a days old energy drink in the cupholder.

"hmmm, the front bottoms," he decides at last, after staring at steve for what must have been an uncomfortably long time.

"i'm sorry?"

"i said, the front bottoms."

"is that a... what's the word... a euphemism?"

"no, steeeeve. it's a band. check 'em out sometime, your daddy issues'll thank you. do you like music, steve?"

"sure."

eddie clicks his tongue. "smells like bullshit. no one who likes music says sure when someone asks if they like music."

they're stopped at a stoplight. from behind the wheel, steve is studying him right back, looking him up and down, his gaze coming to rest once again on eddie's shoes on the dash.

"get your feet down," steve says, pushing at eddie's shins. "do you have any idea how dangerous that is?"

"fine, fine. so if you don't listen to music, steve, what do you listen to in this fancy bmw?"

"sports, mostly," steve shrugs. "podcasts sometimes."

"oh, boy, you are a walking red flag, aren't you? shame you're so pretty."

"well what about you? what do you listen to?"

"guess."

"i dunno, probably that metal shit. five finger whatever, or something."

eddie presses his hand to his chest. "five finger - oh, stevie, i am wounded. i wouldn't be caught dead listening to bro rock."

out of the corner of his eye, he definitely catches a smile from steve.

steve holds an aux cable out to him. "here, then. wow me. show me some real metal or whatever."

"god, i'd love to take you up on that," eddie says, huffing out a little laugh. he holds his phone up. "this sucker's been dead for hours."

this time steve's the one to click his tongue. "shame."

"truly. so what's your story, steven? what's got you out at three in the morning?"

"it's my night off," steve shrugs. "just started night shift at the hospital, trying to get used to the new sleep schedule."

"mmm, the hospital. you a nurse?"

"i am. trauma nurse."

"nice. ever see any gnarly injuries?"

"had a pretty fucked up dog bite come in the other night."

"shit."

"yeah." another stoplight, another unsubtle once over from steve. "so what about you? what do you do?"

"line cook."

steve's eyes linger on him a little longer than necessary. "oh, but i'm the walking red flag. got it."

"whoa," eddie laughs. "what's that supposed to mean?"

"i've dated line cooks. everyone's dated a line cook."

"sounds like something a slut would say, steve. craziest dick you've ever had, huh?"

"mmm."

it's not a denial.

they're getting close to eddie's building now, and that's an actual shame. because steve's cute. he needs a haircut maybe, and the stubble around his mouth and chin is just on the wrong side of five o'clock shadow, but he's got these distracting little moles along his face and neck and arm that eddie's been itching to play connect the dots with since he got in the car.

"wait, i know this building," steve says as he slows at the curb and looks at the address on his phone again. "my roommate's girlfriend lives in this building."

it clicks into place, then, for eddie.

"oh, shit! you're robin's steve!"

steve's eyebrows draw together as he gapes at eddie, and then his eyes go wide with realization. "chrissy's ed?"

"eddie," he corrects. "gotta be a level twenty friend to call me ed. and chrissy's the only level twenty friend i'll ever have."

"noted. good to finally meet you, man. i, uh. i guess this is you, then, huh?"

"yeah, sure is. maybe i'll see ya around." eddie goes to get out of the car.

"oh, you will," steve says, his smile lopsided and goofy. "i'll make sure of it."

"hold ya to it," eddie promises with a wink.

steve wiggles his fingers in a flirtatious wave as eddie walks backward on the sidewalk toward his building.

so robin's steve is cute. maybe he should have been letting chrissy set them up this whole time.

still. sports and podcasts. guy's a walking red flag. who knows, maybe they're green. eddie's never been able to see the difference anyway.

[fkinkindagauche]

Hot Knife

Posting just a snippet here of a one-shot I wrote while work was super slow the past few days and I had this song stuck in my head non-stop (Hot Knife by Fiona Apple). It's omegaverse, which I know is not everyone's cup of tea, so you have been warned! Full tags on AO3.

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Rating: Explicit | Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, mentions of Chrissy Cunningham/Robin Buckley | Tags: AU No Upside Down, AU Omegaverse, AU College, AU Modern Setting, full tags on AO3

I'm a hot knife, I'm a hot knife

I'm a hot knife, he's a pat of butter

If I get a chance, I'm gonna show him that

He's never gonna need another, never need another

“Him,” Steve said confidently, nodding across the dining hall at a gangly man with a mess of long brown hair who looked like he'd just walked out of a Mötley Crüe show.

“ Eddie Munson ?” Robin asked, nearly spitting out the mouthful of soda she'd just taken.

“Is that his name?” Steve asked, watching as the man - Eddie - nearly tripped over his own feet walking to a table.

“He's not exactly your type, Steve,” Robin replied. 

“I smelled him in the elevator. He's my type.”

“Okay, but he's, like, a huge fucking nerd. He's a music major. He plays Dungeons and Dragons. And he's in a heavy metal band.” She just kept listing things, like it was going to do anything to change Steve's mind.

He waved a hand at her dismissively. “Don't care,” he said, still watching. Eddie was talking to the other people at his table now, gesturing vigorously with his hands then throwing his head back and laughing loud enough that Steve could hear it across the dining hall.

“If you start something with Munson your swim team friends are finally gonna actually disown you,” Robin said. “You being friends with me was bad enough.” 

“Yeah, I think I’m at the point where I’m okay with that. They’re boring.” He had spent his sophomore year becoming increasingly annoyed with his teammates, who seemed to want to stay mired in the same types of people and pastimes they’d experienced in high school. He had enjoyed it during his first year, it had been nice to have continuity and had made the transition to college less jarring, but now he found he was looking for something more , and they all wanted to stay the same. 

He had met Robin in one of his classes, a geeky girl who had no interest in sports beyond what she observed from her section in the marching band, but she constantly made him laugh, and she was an omega, his first real omega friend. He had always been the only omega on the swim team, a bit of a freak of an omega given his large size and muscle mass. The other guys on the team had a tendency to completely forget about his designation, given the scent patches he wore all the time.

“I’m gonna go talk to him,” Steve announced, pushing his chair back. 

Robin shrugged. “Your funeral,” she said, and Steve rolled his eyes. He knew he was a very attractive and charismatic man, Eddie would probably be excited to be approached by him. 

Steve walked over to the table, Eddie still deep in conversation with his friends as he approached, not even looking up at Steve. A couple of his friends glanced up with confused looks on their faces, but Eddie just continued holding court. 

Steve sat in an empty seat directly across from Eddie, who finally acknowledged his existence. “What do you want, jock boy?” Eddie asked, derision evident in his tone. “I don’t sell to athletes, that’s a surefire way to get expelled while you just get a slap on the wrist.” 

Oh, he was a drug dealer. Robin had left that bit out of her list. “I’m not here to buy,” Steve said, holding out a hand. “I’m Steve Harrington.” He hit Eddie with his best bedroom eyes. He knew Eddie couldn’t smell him through the scent patch, but surely he’d heard of Steve Harrington, omega swim team superstar.

Eddie just stared at Steve’s hand, not extending his own. “Can I help you with something, Harrington?” He sounded annoyed. “Or are you just here to stare and interrupt our conversation?”

Okay, that was unexpected. This was not going the way Steve had expected. He typically had no trouble picking up alphas, in fact they tended to be the ones throwing themselves at Steve. He could deal with this, though. Just a little pushback. He’d try again when there weren’t so many people around, maybe Eddie was just shy.

“No, just wanted to introduce myself,” Steve said, smiling. 

Eddie waited for a moment then waved his hand away from the table. “Well, introduction done. Run along, jock boy.”

Steve stood, walking back over to Robin who had dissolved into snorting laughter at the table. 

“Oh my god, you just got shot down so hard,” she said between laughs. “How’s it feel, King Steve?” 

“He must not get subtlety, I might need to be more explicit,” Steve said, refusing to let his confidence take a hit. 

Robin wiped a few tears away from her eyes. “Sure, Steve. It definitely couldn’t just be that there’s one alpha out there in the world that won’t immediately whip their knot out for you at the first sign of interest.” 

***********

Eddie wasn’t sure what Harrington had been doing talking to him, if not to buy drugs. Maybe he was still angling for that, just trying not to scare Eddie away. Eddie knew who he was; everyone knew who Harrington was. Not just the golden boy of the swim team, but an omega with a pussy made of gold, to hear some of the alphas talk. 

He was also a cocky asshole too convinced of his own importance, and Eddie didn’t want to have anything to do with him. 

“What did Harrington want?” Gareth asked, like he hadn’t been sitting there right next to Eddie through the whole conversation.

“Don’t know, don’t care,” Eddie said, and looped the conversation back around to what they had been talking about before, the upcoming campaign for the D&D club. He didn’t want to waste any more breath on that man.

************

Steve really tried to give up on Eddie after that first flop, but he found he couldn't stop thinking about him. When he'd caught a whiff of him in the elevator it had triggered the strongest response he'd ever had to a scent. The most immediately noticeable notes of his scent were pretty typical alpha scents, something in the woody family with cloves mixed in, but underneath that Steve could catch hints of something sweeter, possibly jasmine, maybe even vanilla. Not typical alpha scents. Layered underneath all of that was just a hint of patchouli. A thoroughly sophisticated scent. 

He'd tried to describe all of this to Robin to explain why he wouldn't give up yet, but she found his hyperfixation on scents in general annoying, and even though she was an omega she had never been able to pick apart a scent as well as he could. Robin's lack of interest notwithstanding, he was too intrigued to give up after just one miss. 

As luck would have it, after swim practice the next day he found himself in the mailroom at the same time as Eddie,  who was filling in the address on an envelope. It seemed like Eddie never wore scent patches; Steve was once again surrounded by his scent as soon as he walked into the mailroom. Eddie didn’t even look up as Steve walked in and grabbed his mail.

“Hello,” Steve said when it became clear Eddie wasn’t going to acknowledge him.

Eddie looked at him, frowning, and his scent went a little sour. “What do you want?” he asked.

“Just… saying hi,” Steve said awkwardly, not sure how this man kept robbing him of his typical charm.

“Alright, you’ve completed your task, run along,” Eddie said, waving a hand toward the door. The hostility was a bit shocking to Steve, who had always managed to skate through life liked by everyone around him.

“Did I do something to you at some point that I don’t remember?” Steve asked, perplexed. 

Eddie sighed and rolled his eyes. “No, Harrington. I just have very little time for drug seeking rich boys who could get me expelled if I sell to them.” 

“I’m not looking for drugs,” Steve protested. “I’m just trying to talk to you.” 

“Sure, sure,” Eddie said, looking like he very much did not believe Steve. He finished writing on the envelope and threw it into the mail slot, brushing past Steve as he left the mail room, not even saying goodbye.

Steve was honestly a bit shocked. He didn’t think anyone had ever been that mean to him, especially not anyone he was showing interest in. He was really going to have to step up his game.

************

“Steve, you forgot your scent patch again,” Robin said as he sat next to her in the dining hall. 

“I didn’t forget it,” he replied. “I intentionally didn’t put one on.”

Robin furrowed her brow. “I thought you stopped needing to do that to get laid a while ago.” 

Steve sighed. “I thought so, too. But it appears there are still some people resistant to the powers of my scentless charm and reputation.” He looked over at the table where Eddie was sitting with his friends.

“What do you know about him?” he asked Robin, nodding toward Eddie.

Robin looked over her shoulder, following his gaze and sighing. “Really? You're still on this?”

“Yes, I’m still on this.”

“Is this just one of those things where you feel slighted by his rejection so now you need to relentlessly pursue him just to prove you can?”

“No, I told you. It’s his scent.”

Robin made a frustrated noise. “You are so weird about scents, Steve. I mean, I’m an omega, too. I have a nose. He just smells like an alpha. Maybe like an alpha who spent too long in a New Age bookstore, but not in a compelling way.” 

“Well he wouldn’t smell that good to you . I think we’re scentmates,” he declared, but Robin only rolled her eyes. 

“Okay, first, those don’t exist. Second, you claim you’ve found your scentmate at least once a semester, yet you never seem to want to keep them around after the novelty wears off. Doesn’t seem like a fated pair situation to me.”

“None of those were real! This time it is.” He was well aware of how ridiculous he sounded, but it was true. Sure, he’d really liked the way all those other people had smelled, but this was much more visceral. He felt drawn to Eddie in a way he had never experienced before.

“Okay, Steve,” Robin said with a long-suffering sigh. 

The person sitting next to Eddie stood to leave, and Steve took his chance. He stood up and walked over, sitting down next to Eddie. “Hi Eddie,” he said, leaning in as close as he could without risking a punch to the face, so Eddie could get a good whiff. 

Eddie turned to him and glared, but Steve could see his nostrils flare and his eyes widen incrementally before his face snapped back into neutrality. “This is getting old, Harrington. If you don’t want drugs then could you please tell me what you do want so I can never speak to you again?” 

Not a promising response, but at least he’d gotten a little bit of a reaction. “Just wondering if you’re free this weekend,” Steve said. “There’s a party at the Sigma Chi house.”

Eddie laughed in his face, stopping when Steve frowned. “Christ, are you serious? Absolutely not, I wouldn’t be caught dead at a frat party.” 

Okay, yeah, maybe Steve had miscalculated there, it was just the first thing he thought of. “Right. They’re not great. What do you usually do for fun on the weekends?”

“What is this conversation?” Eddie asked, looking more confused than pissed off at this point. “What is your aim here, Harrington? Is this like some sort of prank with your jock buddies?”

Steve made an exasperated noise. “I don’t even hang out with them anymore outside of practice and meets. Not sure if you’ve noticed but I pretty much just spend all my time with Buckley now,” he said, motioning towards Robin.

“I haven’t noticed, because I do not give two shits about you. I don’t even give one shit. No shits are given. Now go away and stop bothering me, you’re putting me off my food.” He pointedly turned his back on Steve, who got up and walked away, a little shell-shocked. He heard a few snickers from Eddie’s friends. 

Plopping down next to Robin, Steve put his head on his arms. “That didn’t look like it went well,” Robin said, patting Steve on the back. “Was he not immediately entranced by your luscious scent?” 

Steve half-heartedly threw an elbow at her. “I could tell he noticed it, but it didn’t help. I think he really doesn’t like me.”

Robin made a sympathetic noise. “This must be very new for you, to not be liked.”

“It is,” Steve whined, sounding pitiful even to his own ears. 

“I mean, you have to admit. You probably have, like, nothing in common with him,” Robin said. 

“How can I know that if he won’t even talk to me?”

“Okay, fair,” Robin admitted.

“What do you know about him?” Steve asked, picking up his head. 

“I already told you everything I know - D&D, heavy metal, and music school. You are interested in none of those things.”

“I could be, though,” Steve said. “Does his band actually have gigs?” 

Robin sighed. “I don’t know, Steve. Are you seriously going to keep pursuing this?” 

“Yes, absolutely. I will not back down from a challenge.” 

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[stuckysbike]

All Or Nothing

A/n: All mistakes are my own. Written on my phone.

Pre-Stucky x Reader, pre-Bucky x reader, Stucky, Steve x reader

AU: Bucky wants his boyfriend back, but his boyfriend is your husband now. And the father of your child.

Warnings: angst, eventual smut, 18 plus only please, fluff, implied cheating (but not really) mob!Bucky, mob!Steve, presumed unrequited love, polyamory, MMF, bisexual Stucky.

I hope that’s everything!

Part One

You wanted for nothing.

There was a tall Brooklyn Brownstone, a Manhattan Penthouse, a sprawling Hampton Mansion. Further afield was the Aspen Ski Lodge, the Montana Ranch. Overseas was the Mediterranean Villa, the Irish Cottage and the Romanian Castle.

Yes, he owned a castle.

James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes was the only male heir to three very successful brothers who built themselves an empire. He and his three sisters had been given the keys to the kingdom when his father, the youngest of the three and the last surviving brother, died.

The first thing Bucky did after securing his position was to track down the only person he wanted to share his life with. Trouble was, that man Bucky was in love with was your husband.

You met Steve Rogers five years ago. He ended up in a bar fight defending a woman getting unwanted attention from a group of guys. Feeling lucky you joined in, cracking a bottle over the head of one of the pricks. You had been together ever since.

Steve talked about Bucky to you, he kept no secrets and you knew he had ran to save his life. When you discovered you were pregnant Steve proposed.

“I love you so much honey,” Steve had promised as you hesitated. “You’re mine. And I’m yours.”

Three days later, you were wed.

You wanted for nothing.

There were private planes, helicopters, luxury SUV’s, sports cars, motorcycles, a yacht and other various pleasure boats.

Steve loved anything with an engine that gathered speed, and Bucky was happy to indulge Steve’s whims. Money was no object, and you soon found that Bucky had been loyally taking care of Steve’s ill mother whilst he was on the run, getting her the best healthcare.

Bucky adored your precious Belle, the apple of Steve’s eye. She looked just like her father and had that stubborn streak of bravery just like he had too. You had never seen love at first sight until you saw Bucky meet Belle. Her face lit up and his eyes gentled and an instant bond was formed that terrified you.

Your wedding band meant nothing. Bucky belonged to this family, slotted in perfectly by charming your husband and delighting your daughter.

You had hung back, nodding in greeting and watching your family slip away.

So here you stood, in a designer dress and heels wearing jewellery worth more than you had ever earned watching Steve and Bucky waltz around the vast ballroom with Belle between them, her squealing with delight.

You wanted for nothing except the days before Bucky Barnes turned your life on its head.

Part 2

[simp-ly-writes]

My Girl

Can be read as a standalone. "Can you check my heart?" - pt.2

Paring: Jack Glass x afab!Reader

Summary: You are a part of Jack's ringside team. When you both start to drift apart, Jack realizes how much he needs you and he's willing to do just about anything to have you stay close.

Warnings: 3000~ words, I know hardly anything about boxing/competitive fighting. Mutual pining, emotional angst, mentions blood and injury, light swearing, violence, protectiveness, jealousy, and fluff.

A/N: Kinda wrote more than I was expecting... lol.

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↳ You open Jack's apartment with a series of knocks, waiting a moment before unlocking the door. The brown paper bags, stuffed to the brim with his nutritional intake for the next two weeks burn your arms as you curse yourself out, an apple falling out of the bag, off your foot and rolling down the hallway as you set the bags down on the countertop and chase after it.

You heard a series of moans, the bed creaking and the headboard slamming against the wall and Jack groaning out praise after praise to the girls muffled cries. Rolling your eyes, you re-organize his fridge and call his meal-prep agent alongside the cleaner before leaving a note on the fridge that you were here. Locking the door back behind yourself, this was definitely nowhere near the first or last time you were highly aware of Jack's bedroom activities.

--

↳ At almost every team dinner, and even some where you thought to be a team dinner only to find Susie tipping her glass of red wine to you as Jack stood up to greet you with a kiss to your cheek, his newest date sitting down at the table- eyeing you up and down with disgust as you raised your chin and plopped yourself beside the Boxers sister rather than Jack himself.

↳ He often would vocalize when you stood to far away, talked with a team member for too long or didn't call him that day. You were used to his apparent clinginess, understanding of the tight relationship you had to form in order to take care of his welfare- or at least thats what you told yourself every night.

↳ Yet even after a break between fights, even when you did not put a plaster to his skin. Jack kept a box of kiddy band-aids in his travel bag or washroom, placing a colourful sticker to his skin as your eyes always fell to where-ever it was placed. Like clockwork, his date would ask why he wore such childish things and Jack would shrug his shoulders every time, casting an arm over the back of their chair, watching as their cheeks painted themselves pink and changed conversations.

--

↳ In the mornings you would rip the blinds and windows open to air out the room form the smell of sent and musk, his date would stumble out of the bed, face flushed and run towards the washroom- taking the dirty sheets with them as Jack would lean against his forearm, laying still against the headboard with a smile as he stared at your beauty in the morning light. How the rising sun wrapped around the curls of your hair like a halo. "Mornin'" he said in a sleepy tone as you shoved a cup of coffee and protein muffin into his hands you picked up on your way here. A separate pastry already sitting on the bedside for his date.

"Good morning Mr. Glass," you spoke in an even tone, in recent times you started to notice more and more how your eyes lingered on his back muscles that flexed during training as you sat on the sidelines, bag ready and waiting to treat any injuries. His date always sat beside you as you did your best to tune out their overwhelming stupidity towards the sport. Your heart would race every time he would pull you into a deep hug after every victory no matter how big or small. Or the rush of blood to your face whenever he called out by one of his nicknames for you.

Susie had also made comments as she surprised you one day, bottle open from your wine storage as two glasses were freshly poured and waiting on your coffee table. She swirled her glass, asking if you and her brother were anything more, warning you against any further steps. You respected Susie, being a women in such an industry was a sight to behold no matter how many times Jack turned you away from any extra violence his family was starting to become known for. You promised her nothing would ever happen as she shook your hand to that.

So you called Jack by his last name, giving him a title to set yourself apart. You stopped giving him your colourful plasters, walked faster in front of the man and sat across from him in the car so that his tired head would no longer sleep against your shoulder in the car. You felt his stares as you moved away from him yet you did not know of his heartache.

Pulling yourself back from into the present as the toilet flushed and the girl poked her head out, already looking towards you with a guilty look, you poked inside Jack's closet, presenting her with a t-shirt of his and her pants from the floor as the door closed one again. "Are you staying for breakfast?" Jack asked with a small voice, taking another snip of his coffee.

You looked down at your watch, cursing out as you tapped your foot against the hardwood floors, paying no mind to his question- you were dead-set into work-mode. "You have training at the Halstead estate in forty minutes. I need her out of here in the next ten and you in the car in under twenty."

"Do I get a reward for being quicker than that?" Jack teases, stretching out as his bones crack, sheets sliding off his lap as you begin your swift departure out of the room. You stop for a moment, door open as you cast your chin over your shoulder, "No, but it would make your clients happier," and with that you close the door behind yourself and make your way towards the lobby.

Jacks manager eyes you up and down with a raised brow, "You alright?" He asks concerned as you shake yourself out and scroll through your emails, forwarding a few to the man, "Yes, I should be," you state while hopping into the passengers seat, giving the driver a smile as the passengers board in the back, the wheels turning into the city streets.

--

Everyone on the team had seen the physical and emotional changes to their fighter as you spent less and less time with him. Those daily calls now weekly check-in's, you only saw one another in the ring and during practice. He was more stoic his once charming personality on camera now sharp words and stares much like his fighting style. He threw heavier punches, anger coating his features as he did not care for himself- smiling at the pain knowing that you would come and see him afterwards.

You stood, bandages in hand, sadly not coloured as you taped his face and adjusted his nose. His blood dripped down your hands as he picked up the cooling towel from around his shoulders and started to dry the blood off your hands, hating to see the way it stained your skin yet you pulled away, slamming a water bottle in his face while taking a step back for his trainer to give pointers once more. Jacks gaze was set on you as he nodded to the notes, you held his gaze before slipping under the ropes and back down to ringside.

Susie flashed you a smile as you gave her own of your own, leaning back in a chair as you smiled soon turned into a series of winces as Jack pummelled his opponent into the mat, slamming fist after fist right in front of where you both were sat.

His nose was beyond repair, front teeth missing as his opponent began chocking on his own blood. The ref called for the match to be over, pulling Jack off the broken and bruised to victory. Jack relished the cheers before casting his gaze towards you, his glove pointed outwards as his mouth piece hanged out the corner of his mouth.

Susie stood up, walking in front of you and into the ring as you moved towards the locker room to prepare your gear. You winced as the other boxer was wheeled out to an awaiting ambulance beside you. Zipping open your bag, you set up your scissors tape and chemicals before pulling up a chair to the centre of the room.

Jack waltzed his way in, and spun himself into the chair before you, his gloves raised with a smirk as you made work of them. Slipping them off, handing the red gloves to his sister who placed them carefully into the bag at the side. You leaned over Jack's face, applying chemicals with cotton swabs as you grasped his chin, tipping his face to ensure you gathered every scrape.

Your gaze followed the sweat still slipping off his forehead, down his chin and neck, down towards his abs that flexed with every breath he took. You noticed a small cut to the right side of his chest as you stepped in between his extended legs and gently pressed against the area, wrapping the bandage around his shoulder with gentle hands.

Just as you were about to step away, Jack looped his fingers through your belt loops and pressed his forehead to your shoulder as he grounded himself to the sound of your breaths. "Mr. Glass, I have told you not to overexert yourself, you had by far the judges opinion at the half-way mark, there was no need to push yourself so far. It could lead to injuries, taking you out of the ring for months if you do this too much like you have..."

You feel sympathy for the man before you, feeling as his hands shake at your hips before you start to comb your fingers through his hair. He moans out at the contact, pressing his face further into your stomach as you blush and look around the room to here his date stood. You quickly flash your eyes between her and the top of Jacks head as she receives the message and starts to make her way towards you both.

Once she is stood just behind you, you slip away as she replaces you just as quickly. Upon the first touch, Jacks eyes flash open as he raises his head, standing up tall as the girl steps away, confused. You have your back turned, zipping your bag closed as Jack stalks up behind you. "Mr. Glass whatever is the matter?-"

"The matter," Jack chews the words, spitting them right back in your face with a glare. "The matter is you. It is Jack to you, not fuckin' Mr. Glass. Now do tell me, what did I do? Or whatever fucker made you act this way?"

Your eyes go wide, this is the first time Jack had ever raised his tone with you as you clench your bag to your front in a way to protect yourself. Adrenaline was still strong in his system, only fuelling his anger. His muscles flex as he restrains himself yet as the girl from behind him takes a step forward and your eyes dart over to her own in a sorry for this, I don't quite know whats going on look. He presses his hands either side of your head against the wall of lockers, ensuring your attention remains on him.

"Mr. Glass this is highly inappropriate," you speak out while looking at him dead in the eyes. "It. Is. Jack. Now tell me, who?" His one presses forward as you hear multiple footsteps exit the room, the tension eating away all the oxygen in the room as they stand for air. You shake your head, "It was never you Jack..."

His forehead now leans against his own as he asks you again in a lighter tone, pleading. "Then who made us act this way?"

"I-I can't say-" He pulls away hands dropping from the sides of your head and onto your shoulder as he realizes the panic set in your eyes, his heart aching in newfound pain.

"Was it my manager, my trainer, Audrey..." he searches your eyes for clues as he lists every name he knows, "... my sister?" BINGO, you cast your eyes away, looking at her guilty as she stands, shoulders straight and tall, glancing between your both. You close your eyes, Jack presses a kiss to your cheek as your signature blush finds its way back across your cheeks as you allow yourself to fall to the bench underneath you.

Jack walks across the room, daggers in his eyes as he stares down his sister, "Why." He states rather than asks as Susie meets his gaze with an equally hard one, "You are a professional, Jack. We cannot be mixing vices-"

"They were never one of those to me-"

"Well you fucking might as well treated her like one- or actually less than that, making her hear every time you came when she took care of every one of your other needs. Forcing her to attended non "work-related" dinners with another woman on your arm..." she continued to list as you let your dip, his current date no where to be scene as guilt started to consume you for making such a mess.

Susie continued, "I was doing what I thought best to protect two of my friends, seemingly from one another." You shake your head in your hands, overwhelmed with emotions, you were upset with yourself, with Jack for how his outburst and with Susie for having one foot on the right side and another in the wrong.

Jack kneels in front of your from as Susie leaves the room to let the two of you be. He removes your hands from your face, holding them in his own. "Did you really feel that way? Like I used you?" Jack asked in a featherlight tone, voice warm and comforting in comparison to his earlier tones.

"Jack, I know you are my boss. You are my work in the end ad whatever silly little feelings I had could never be anything more. Sure I hated see you with those other women, hated waking up every morning to walk into a room with your dick wet in another woman. I was always holding you so close and yet we were also so far away from one another. Susie made me realize how toxic I was being to myself, holding out for something that wasn't right and... I distanced myself to what a relationship like ours should look like."

Jack nods his head, maintaining focus to your every word as he wipes away your tears with a fresh towel from your bag. You laugh internally, realizing how the roles have been reversed just as another cry escapes between your lips to Jack's next words.

"I'm sorry for making you feel this way. I... I wanted you- want you so bad but everyone around me said that I would end up losing you- making me think that I was never good enough for you. So I tried to get rid of these pent of feelings, these emotions and every time I was with someone- could only see small features of them I liked that reminded me of you... it was always you in my head, giving me something to fight for, fight myself for..." Jack takes a deep intake, his hands now playing with your own as he intertwines your fingers together.

"...I never want you far, can't function without you, fuck- I fucking love you for lack of better words." You both chuckle out through your own tears, arms wrapped around one another as you sit in the dirty locker room. "I love you too, Jack. Even when its not good for me," you whisper into his hair, soaking in his touch after so long apart.

"But if this is going to work, you need to promise me a few things," you state, gripping his shoulders, feeling him press a light kiss to your neck. "Anything to keep this," he gives you a light squeeze as you shake your head at his corniness. "I know you secretly love it, doc."

"No more hook-ups, no more overexerting yourself, and no more "work-related dinners." I am getting your manager to hire you a new assistant," Jack nods his head to every demand. "Your wishes are to be fulfilled, but you are stayin' ring side right?"

"Of course, Jack," you say, pressing a coloured plaster to the back of his neck. It has various puppy-dogs sitting on a hill together. Jack chuckles feeling as you brush his hair back into place with the small claim again. "I miss these."

"How'd you know I placed one?"

"Something in me clicked into place." You groaned out at this comment, doing your best to pull away as you jokingly gaged. Jack picks you up as you quickly latch your arms around his neck as he walks you both out towards the car. A bright smile casting over his features as the rest of the staff members pack the gear away in the boot.

↳ Taglist: @daffodilstark @leavemeslowly @iamasimpingh0e @kneelarmhstrung

[ignoremyworld]

Remember me?

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Eddie is a metal star living in New York and needed a bite to eat. It doesn’t get awkward until he runs into his past

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The streets of New York City were busy. Even at night. Of course the thousands of people taking pictures weren’t helping.

Eddie had just gotten done with his gig at Webster hall and decided to take a late night walk to get fresh air after being stuck, sweaty and gross on a stage for three hours. He was still wearing his outfit from the show, a pair of baggy cargo pants with his bandana tucked into his back pocket and his cuffs hanging off one of his belt loops, a cropped re designed version of the hellfire logo, a fishnet shirt under that and his hair up in a bun to get the sweat off his neck.

Even if the streets were busy he didn’t mind. Walking past shop after shop he’d look through the windows to see what kind of stuff they were selling. A sports memorabilia store selling sport cards and merch like hats and jerseys. A little yarn shop filled with different textures and colors. A subway shop that he desperately wanted to stop into and he would if he hadn’t forgotten his wallet.

Staring through the subway window he saw the cashier making their customer the desired sandwich. He watched as he, somewhat, skillfully put the cheese and meat onto the bread, taking some bacon and putting it in their weird microwave. Eddie’s stomach growled and as it did he remembered about Apple Pay. He had about $73 dollars left on there so he walked in and hoped they took tap.

Waiting in line he heard the door ring signaling someone had entered. Hearing their footsteps stomp behind him and a sharp breath was taken. As the line slowly moved forward, Eddie could hear the aforementioned guy behind him put his phone up to his ear as the ringing became muffled.

He heard the guy start to whisper to the recipient on the phone, curious but not enough to eavesdrop on their conversation. The few people in front of him had came and left and it was soon his turn. He wrapped up his order with a foot long, a cookie, chips and a drink. The took his phone out and got Apple Pay ready when the man that was behind him, now next to him, spoke.

“I’ll pay for it man” a deep voice had spoken up beside him.

The sound of gravelly morning voice made Eddie jolt. Taking him back to Hawkins. Laying in bed with…

“Steve” he said softly, his heart beating ten times faster than it was.

He turned his head to meet Steve’s eyes. Still brown like firewood after the flames have been put out. His hair had changed. What was once tall and fluffy, helped by Farrah fawcet spray, was now laying beside his cheeks with the tips dyed blue. He had gotten more freckles since the last time he saw him.

The last time Eddie had seen anyone really. He had left in the middle of the night to go with his band mates to start his dream job. No one knew he was gonna leave, he knew they’d make a big fuss about it and a part of him couldn’t stand the look that would have been on Steve’s face when he said he’d be leaving.

The cashier broke the long silence between them “so, which one of you is going to pay? There’s a line forming”

Steve walked up to the register and handed the man his card, not taking his eyes off Eddie.

“Been a bit hasn’t it” Steve said. Finally tearing his eyes away from Eddie to look literally anywhere else.

“Yeah. A bit” Eddie replied, a wave of guilt washing over him

“Seven years is a long time” Steve whispered, taking his card back from the cashier “and you never called” he said before walking out.

Eddie chased after him and caught his arm. Pulling him back

“I wanted to call! I really did but I knew you’d be mad at me. Just like you are now! I’m so so sorry Stevie.” He said feeling tears well in his eyes.

“Don’t call me that” Steve snapped “you lost that privilege when you left and didn’t say anything. Not even a note Eddie! You have no clue how hurt and worried I was about you. It wasn’t until rob had said she saw you on television that I knew you had left us. That you had left me” tears had started to slip from Steve’s eyes and Eddie desperately wanted to place his hand on steves cheek like he used to and kiss them away.

“I know stevi- Steve. I know. And I’m so incredibly sorry. I wish there was some way I could make it up to you.” Eddie had sighed and let go of Steve’s arm “but unless you let me, there’s no way I can fix what I did”

There was a silence. The sound of cars rushing by was the only thing that was heard between the two.

Steve broke the silence and said “you can start by coming home with me”

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WELL that took such a long time. I want to start making longer stories and maybe continuous parts. Should I make a second part

And please any advice on writing or tips are appreciated as I’m still new to this.

Hope you liked it!

[pollunam]

Flaws. Part 1.

Warnings: 18 + blood, and canon typical violence.

"So, Gus, I want to introduce you to a lady who will be joining you," Gabbin nodded, gesturing to open the door. I stood confidently behind her, fiddling with my gloves. I wouldn't say I was easily frightened. Try being scared when your father made you throw knives at apples atop your brother's head from childhood.

The door creaked open, revealing a smoke-filled room. Smoke swirled elegantly in the air, forming intricate patterns against dark wallpaper and faces full of hope, albeit not the most enthusiastic ones.

"Well, this is Gus March-Phillips. Maybe not the finest gentleman, but he knows his trade," Gabbin introduced.

"Welcome, milady," he smiled, adjusting his already curled mustache.

I nodded. "Lovely coat, I think I've seen it on someone else before."

Gabbin sighed heavily. "It's time for you to go, before he starts undressing me."

I smiled, pulling out a cigarette. Gus promptly offered a lighter.

"And I'm certain I've seen it somewhere too."

With that remark came two heavy sighs, and we triumphantly left the room. There was no time to think about formalities; we had a challenging task ahead, which I already knew about, but this man inspired confidence.

"Our team is quite unusual, I trust you understand that," Gus closed the car door with my suitcases already inside. The driver set off, illuminating the gravel road with yellow headlights.

"It doesn't bother me; I'm part of this 'unusual' company," I air-quoted.

"They'll like you."

"Now I'm nervous," I chuckled.

"I just can't figure out how they picked you for this assignment. You don't look like a reckless headhunter at all."

"Someone has to keep an eye on you boys."

The car stopped at the pier. The night air was fresh and breezy, blowing in from the ocean. Salty splashes danced joyfully at the shore, cresting with white foam on the sand. The sky glittered with a myriad of stars, perhaps the most romantic scene I'd ever witnessed. I stood mesmerized, watching the waves break beautifully against the pier.

"Enjoying the view?" Gus held my suitcases. "Too bad, it's time to go. I'm sure the ship's view won't disappoint."

I nodded quickly, following him.

"Finally, we've been waiting for you," someone shouted from the deck, and a head in a comical sailor hat appeared over the stern. "Good evening, milady," the stranger whistled, offering his hand. "Graham at your service."

I smiled. "Thank you for your help. This dress isn't the best attire for a ship." With one hand, I lifted the hem of my dress to climb aboard.

"Then take it off," a broad-shouldered man with round glasses appeared in the cabin doorway. His accent marked him as a foreigner. Tall and sturdy, he resembled a Viking woven from northern winds.

"Isn't that a bit forward of you?" I retorted.

"I didn't mean what you thought, mind you," he chuckled warmly.

"Then say it so you're understood."

"Affirmative, my dear."

I flared up. The big guy was clearly teasing me.

"Anders, where are your manners?" Gus shook his head. "We're not a band of brigands; we're gentlemen who never underestimate ladies. Especially ones like her."

"Are you planning to travel with us?" Anders agilely descended from the cabin. "This isn't an Atlantic cruise."

Graham whistled again. "Pay him no mind. He's big, but not the brightest."

"No problem. I just don't understand how such a massive bear isn't sinking the ship with his presence."

Anders squinted. "I find that amusing."

"I'll try to entertain you more often," I smirked.

"Good evening! I'm Freddy," a man appeared from behind, sporting a blue scarf around his neck. He smiled warmly and openly.

"I'll show you to your cabin. Space is tight, but we'll find something suitable," Gus gestured for me to go ahead, descending a small staircase inside.

The large room served as a dining area, kitchen, and bedroom with two bunk beds. It smelled of apples and wine. The beds were neatly made, and an open bottle of alcohol sat on the table, emitting a pungent scent.

"The safest bet would be one of these beds."

"Seems like there aren't enough."

"Don't worry, we've got sleeping bags."

"I can take it, no problem. I've slept in worse conditions."

"No, no. We'll do it differently," Gus grinned, "forget about the sleeping bag, it's pure mockery."

"Listen, Gus, I appreciate that, really, but it's not necessary at all."

"It's absolutely necessary, trust me. Conversation's over, just like the tour. Make yourself comfortable," he said, heading upstairs heavily, while I sat at the table, resting my head on my hands. Thoughts leapt and tangled in my mind. Well, this adventure was right up my alley: gunfire, smell of danger, and the scent of pure escapade.

I pulled out trousers and a white shirt from my suitcase and quickly changed, listening to voices from above.

"Someone needs to sleep in the sleeping bag tonight. We'll take turns after."

"I can do it, no problem," a hearty man offered. I chuckled approvingly, tying my hair up in a bun.

By the time I finished brewing tea for everyone, the ship had already set sail. Carefully, I climbed up, carrying four mugs.

"Thanks a lot!" Graham smiled, noticing me; he immediately took one cup, "need a hand?"

"No, it's alright, I'll manage."

Fredrick appeared right away, "now that's service."

"Just a friendly gesture."

Gus stood at the helm.

"Hey! Up there! Tea?"

"Leave it there, I'll get it later!" he shouted back.

I carefully placed the mug on the stair step and looked around for the Viking. How could one miss such a broad man - it was a mystery. A silhouette appeared at the stern. Anders was coiling rope, sitting on the edge of the hull; he seemed completely absorbed in his thoughts, focused on his task.

"Hi again," I leaned against the rail, offering him a steaming cup, "care for some?"

"Is it poisoned?"

"No, if I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't do it so blatantly."

"Now I'll have to be on guard," Anders smiled, taking the tea, "thanks."

I looked at the receding shore, flickering in the darkness like a fallen star.

"Why are you here? I mean, your job... it's quite... dangerous."

"It's a long story of family drama, but I'm glad to be where I am, despite the danger."

"I understand, yes," the Viking nodded, "I have a similar story."

"Where are you from?"

"Denmark."

"Ah, a true Viking," I smiled, "how could I possibly be scared then?"

"Still, don't anger me, alright," Anders also smiled, adjusting his glasses, "I like how you called me that, but please don't spread the idea."

"Deal."

We sat in silence, listening to the sound of water pushing against the hull and the wind whistling through the sails. The coolness enveloped me, but it seemed I had completely forgotten about it, imagining London engulfed in fire and war, left behind. Ahead, the horizon blended seamlessly with the ocean in a vast blue landscape.

"Aren't you cold?" Anders broke the fragile silence.

"A bit, but it's so beautiful here, I can't stop admiring."

"Better go below, it's easy to catch a cold in the ocean."

I nodded, "I'll go down soon."

Alone again, I leaned against the stern, staring at the ocean's surface. Dark as lead. I didn't feel like sleeping.

"Here," I didn't even notice Anders returning, handing me a blanket, "for the tea."

"Thanks, what will you do for two teas?"

"Save the pleasure for later. Although, you did take off your dress."

"Hey, Viking!"

He laughed, "I'm just kidding."

"Go already, or you'll catch a cold," I teased him back, wrapping the blanket around my shoulders.

"Just a tip, if you're sailing for the first time, it's easy to get seasick if you stare at the water. You won't notice when you fall in."

"My intuition tells me to listen to you, but common sense suggests testing that theory."

"Now I see why you're here," he sat on coiled ropes, "go ahead, test it."

"You're a troublemaker."

"How so?" Anders raised his eyebrows in confusion, "I've been sitting quietly, brought you a blanket, and said nothing about your clothes."

"Alright," I turned away.

In reality, I felt dizzy. I couldn't afford to collapse now, or else there would be enough jokes to fill three huge books titled "I'm the funniest person on Earth and I'm called the Giant Viking."

" You know, you really annoy me. I'd better go."

Anders slyly raised his eyes at me, "just like that? Just because of me, darling? You give up quickly."

"I've had enough of your teasing for today."

"Well then, good night."

He didn't move from his spot, not even a twitch, much like me. My legs felt weak.

"Are you alright?" Graham shouted, having taken over from Gus at his post, he raised an eyebrow, "you don't look too good."

"You all here are masters at giving compliments."

"I meant you look kinda green."

"Ah, no, that's my natural skin tone," I waved dismissively, feeling nausea creeping up.

"Alright, then can I take Anders from you? I need some help."

"No problem."

Anders stared at me intently, gripping the ship's railing.

"Five minutes, buddy," he signaled to Graham with five fingers, climbing up. "You know, my intuition tells me to just toss you overboard, but common sense," he scooped me up, throwing me over his shoulder, "suggests helping you again."

"Let me go, I'm about to be sick," I covered my mouth with my hand.

"Not on my favorite sweater. Hang in there."

"Oh God!" Everything blurred before my eyes. "I'm not kidding."

Anders sat me down on the step leading to the helm. "Don't go anywhere," he smirked.

I dropped my head back, closing my eyes. Silly rocking. Silly mission and silly Viking.

"Pour."

"What are you pouring?" I couldn't open my eyes, and that turned out to be a blessing because right after that command, water splashed over me. It eased the discomfort.

"I don't know what's wrong with your character, darling, but this is the second time in a couple of hours that I've had to come to your aid. And now I'll have to sleep in a sleeping bag instead of a warm bed."

"Well, it'll pass quickly," Graham's voice assured me, "I've been through the same."

"I warned you."

"It's okay, she'll recover," Freddie chimed in.

And I still couldn't open my eyes. I had no idea the ocean was a worse enemy than the Germans.

"Can you get up?"

"Yeah, just a minute," I sighed, gathering my strength, and slowly stood up, leaning on the railing. "I feel better, thank you, really."

"You'll feel like a fish in water tomorrow," Graham promised, "good night."

I nodded, unable to carry on the conversation.

"Let's go," Freddie offered his hand.

Anders critically observed what was happening, folding his arms across his chest.

1:0 in his favor, it seems. However, there's still plenty ahead.

[borntodieforcedtolive]

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*intro post*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

💥a little bit about me📢

🌀-my name is audrey

🌀-im a sophomore in hs

🌀-im 15 years old

🌀-she/her

🌀-bi/questioning

🌀-i do swim team, cross country and track

🌀-i lifeguard at my rec center

🗯️🍏🏊‍♀️🎃💤🌆

TW 3d

St4ts

height: 5’4

hw-130

lw-100

cw-130

gw1- 120

gw2- 115

gw3- 110

gw4- 105

ugw- 100

Lowkey boring stuff, if u really want to get to know me

my cool niche awesome personality☆彡

Sports:

-Varsity runner on xc for school as of this year, ive been running for xc for 6 years on middle school teams, and running groups, but i took a year break last year. I qualified for post season, but declined because i wanted to focus more on swim(late summer-fall sport)

-Club swimmer for 10 years, i have been on my current team for 7 years. I practice on average 15 hours a week. It is a very intense sport, which is why i normally high restrict (year round)

-Varsity swimmer for school last year, and i probably will be this year because not many people on my team swim the 500 free, which is what i went to districts for last year (winter sport)

-Varsity track runner for school last year (hopefully this year too) I have ran track w the high school, but i ran 8 years through middle school and elementary teams. (spring sport)

Other stuff i do:

-I lifeguard at my local rec center, working maybe 10 hours a week.

-I’m participate in a few clubs at school (mostly morning clubs, cuz im always busy after school) these clubs include: study buddies, french club, and the math club.

- I really like reading, and doing crosswords. my favorite books are probably “My Sister’s Keeper,” and “Landscape with Invisible Arm”

-I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE movies. My favorites are “Heathers,” “American Beauty,” “Jawbreaker,” “But I’m A Cheerleader,” and “White Chicks”

-I like watching TV too, my favorite are “South Park,” “Daria,” “The Office,” “American Housewife,” “Abbott Elementary,” “Glee,” “Supersize vs Superskinny,” and “Fat Families”

-I also really like music, i fw most genres:

Bands I like:

The Cure, Green Day, Apples in Stereo, Hole, Limp Bizkit, The Smiths, Radiohead, Dressy Bessy, Social Distortion, Sonic Youth, The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart, Grateful Dead, The Offspring, The Velvet Underground, Ted Leo and the Pharmacists, Wheatus, The Carpenters, and Five For Fighting.

Individual artists I like:

Lana Del Rey, Lou Reed, David Bowie, Remy Bond, Karen Carpenter, John Denver, and MARINA.

I’m definitely missing a lot of stuff, but whatever.

DM me if u wanna be friends, or help motivate each other. I’m always looking for moots so if u follow, i’ll follow back.

[netscapenavigator-official]

I'm ranking all of my Apple Watch bands because it's my blog, I'm bored, and I want to.

The Contenders:

(The Normies)

White Silicone Buckle Band

(Product) Red Silicone Buckle Band

Cloud Blue Sport Loop Band (S)

Silver Stainless Steel Milanese Loop Band (†)

Black Unity Knitted Solo Loop Band

(The Pride Collection)

2018 Pride Woven Nylon Buckle Band (LE, †)

2019 Pride Sport Loop Band (LE, †)

2020 Pride Silicone Buckle Band (LE, †)

2021 Pride Knitted Solo Loop Band (†)

2022 Pride Sport Loop Band

2023 Pride Silicone Buckle Band

LE: Limited Edition (This band was Limited Edition at its time of release.) †: Discontinued (This band has been discontinued by Apple, for now.) S: Seasonal (This band is currently on sale, but is "Seasonal." When Apple reveals their next Season's collection of colors, this band will be pulled from sale. It will not be know if the band will return or be discontinued until next year when the same season debuts again.)

#11 - 2018 Pride Woven Nylon Buckle Band

This band is (unfortunately) the worst of the worst. It will always hold a special place in my heart. It was the first Pride Band I bought after coming out. In fact, I much prefer the design of the 2017 Pride Band, but the reason I don't have it is because I hadn't come out when the Band was released, so I couldn't buy it. Regardless, both bands were Apple's now (thankfully) discontinued Nylon Buckle design. The fabric is scratchy and not really comfortable to wear for long duration of time. On top of that, unlike the Sport Loop which has pretty durable and hydrophobic fabric, the Nylon Buckle had neither of these. The fabric was weak. It easily frayed if not treated delicately, and the hole that you latched the buckle into could easily stretch out. The loop that secures the excess band is also 100% Nylon Fabric, and it by far feels like the most fragile part of this band. In addition, because the fabric basically wicked liquids into it, this band stained super easily. The white fabric also made this significantly more noticeable. Overall, the design is fine (they get much worse in later years), but the scratchy fabric, poor durability, and easy discoloration make this the worst Watch band I own. It sits in its box, and that's where it will stay because not only do I not want to swear this band, but I am too afraid to wear it, for fear of destroying it. Good riddance to the Nylon Buckle Watch bands. May they rest in piss.

#10 - 2023 Pride Silicone Buckle Band

The only reason this band is placed above the Nylon Band is because it has durability on its side. Everything else? Awful. The Silicone Buckle Bands (while iconic) are suffocating. They are not breathable in the slightest. As a result, they build up grime and body nastiness very easily. This, by itself, isn't a problem since the all-silicon design of them makes the very easily to clean without fear of destroying them. However. This band is one of the ugliest I have. There is one that I consider uglier... but this one is placed lower because of how low effort it is. I mean, this is supposed to be a pride band? This sucks ass. I'd rather just wear a white silicone band (which I own, and as you can see, it ranked higher than this one). The "sprinkle" gradient wouldn't even be that bad... if it was done properly. Since the band tucks under itself, however, a lot of the colors are actually obscured from view. As a result, irl, this band looks like it only consists of Orange, Green, Yellow, and Blue. That's not pride. That's a sports team or some shit, and the "sprinkles" design doesn't even look that good. It looks lazy. The polished button piece with "Designed with Pride in California" engraved onto it is a really nice touch, but it doesn't come close to outweighing just how lazy this band's design feels.

#9 - 2022 Pride Sport Loop Band

You'll notice (unlike the other images on this post) that this band is pictured backwards. That's because of it's cool "Pride" lettering. This band, admittedly, is very cool looking. The colors are... somewhat close, and the "Pride" word written out in Apple's iconic "Hello" font is a very nice touch. In fact, it's unique to this bad. No other Sport Loop has lettering like this. The dual-tone-ness of the band is also really nice. Overall, this is among my favorite Watch band designs. So, where does it fall flat? A few places. Firstly, the colors. They're mostly right (and they're certainly better than some of Apple's Pride bands), but they're not right. They tried to integrate the pastel pink and pastel blue stripes of the trans pride flag into the regular pride flag. The pastel blue is fine, but the pink between the orange and yellow is horrible. Also, the brown and black stripes being separated on opposite sides of the band was... a choice. I don't hate this design... it just feels busy and overthought. Where this band earns it's #9 spot... is its durability. The Sport Loop bands are more durable than the Nylon Buckle bands (and the Knitted Solo Bands), but they simply can't hold their own to good old silicone. As a result white fabric is this things Achilles heel. I knew from the moment I laid eyes on it, I would be able to wear this band for extended periods of time, and I was right. I think I got about two weeks of wear out this band before it noticeably started turning gray. I didn't want to ruin it, so I cleared it with OxiClean the best I could, and it's lived in its box ever since. It's a beautiful, comfortable Watch that I'm terrified to wear because if you sneeze in the wrong direction it turns gray.

#8 - 2021 Pride Knitted Solo Loop Band

I love Apple's Knitted Solo Loop bands. I just absolutely adore them, so for this one to be this low... it has some issues. In fact, you may even be able to guess one my major gripes with this band. Before that, however, let's talk positive. This is THE most comfortable-to-wear Apple Watch band you can buy. The elastic fit is comfortable, but never tight. The fabric is so soft. The durability also isn't too bad. From my experience, the bands haven't really stretched all that much. They have a little, but not enough to make them unwearable. I've also recently had one where the fabric starts wearing down enough to show the elastic bands underneath, but I've had that band for years, so... it gets a decent grade for being fabric and lasting that long. That's about it for the good, though. On the down side... this band is fucking ugly. The weaving pattern of this band cannot handle the number of colors in the Progress Pride flag. It simply cannot. This is a mess, and it's ugly. Apple replaced this band in 2024, and the replacement is still ugly. Secondly, staining. The pastel blue, pink, and white suck up stains like it's their job. This was Apple's first attempt at explicitly including the trans flag's color's into their band, and... while I'm appreciative of the effort... those colors are so fucking sustainable it's unreal. This band (despite not wearing it for too long) is one of two (alongside the Nylon Buckle Band) that I managed to permanently stain, even though I cleaned them to the best of my ability. Lastly, the price. I'm not talking about the price for other bands because they're like $50. That would be a lot... if they didn't last as long as they did. The Sport Loops have surprisingly good durability for fabric bands, and the "Silicone" bands are actually made of Fluoroelastomer which is a very premium, high-durability "rubber." The Knitted Solo Loops, however... are just a small layer of fabric coating elastic wires, woven into a pattern. They're not fancy... and yet Apple charges $100. That is insane. There's a reason I only own two, and don't wear one of them, That shit is insane. The bands are comfortable, but with their durability limits and stainability... are they $100 comfortable? No. No they are not.

#7 - White Silicone Buckle Band

A classic. Apple's iconic white silicone buckle band. This band has come as the default for almost every silver aluminum Apple Watch there is (up until recently). This band came with my Series 4 Watch, and I still have it. It's a classic. The white color is a bit boring, but it is Silicone, so at least it's easy to clean and stain-resistant. Overall this band has the same shortcomings of other silicone bands: not breathable and gets kinda nasty quickly, but that's about it. It's placing #7 not because it's bad, but because there's simply bands I like more. It's a good "average" band, so it's a shame is has to place at #7.

#6 - (Product) Red Silicone Buckle Band

Another classic. Apple's iconic silicone buckle design with their also iconic Product Red collaboration. In addition to this band's beautiful vivid red coloring, a portion of its proceeds go to the Product Red foundation which donates to vaccinate people in third-world countries from HIV/AIDS. Its shortcomings are the same as its predecessor (gets nasty fast and not breathable), but it's, again, a good "average" band with a small bonus of a beautiful color and putting some of your $50 towards a good cause.

#5 - Silver Stainless Steel Milanese Loop Band

This is the only non-Solo Loop band I have that costs $100. Unlike the Knitted Solo Loops, however, this band feels its price. It's absolutely stunning, and the chain mail-like mesh of stainless steel loops is beautiful. The magnetic "latch" on this is so seamless. I only wear this watch band for special occasions when I'm dressing up, but I can't imagine the durability would be bad on this. It's stainless steel, for fuck's sake. Overall, I have zero qualms about the design of this band. It's simply elegant and beautiful. It is placed #5 because I simply have bands I favor more. Also, the stainless steel construction makes this band slightly uncomfortable to wear. The chain mail loops will pinch and rip out any arm hairs you have, and part where the magnet is can uncomfortable dig in and scratch your arm. Also, while not factored into my rating, it is a concern: This is the fancier version of the Sport Loop band. However, unlike the Sport Loop band which cannot have it's band removed from the bottom connector on the watch, this band can. It's actually surprisingly easy. Therefore, if you were careless when taking off/putting on this band, there is a non-zero chance that the Milanese mesh could slip out of the lower hardware, which would mean the tiny lower hardware could easily get lot, rendering your $100 Watch band useless. It's not that big of a deal, but still something to watch out for.

#4 - 2019 Pride Sport Loop Band

After a three-band break, we finally return to my Pride Collection. This band ranks highly for all of the pluses of the Sport Loop design: It's comfortable, with surprisingly durability for a fabric band. While the lighter colors can stain, I've never had too bad of an issue with it on this band. This band was my first experience with Apple's Sport Loop Bands, and after wearing the Nylon Buckle Band for a year, this one finally taught me that fabric bands don't have to be torturous. The red plastic hardware on this band is peculiar, but in an interesting way. Overall, this band has all the pros and cons as every other Sport Loop band, with the subtraction of staining and the addition of one thing: Colors. The Pride flag is simple. It's beautiful. As we've establish... Apple isn't the best are taking the colors of the Pride flag and making something inspired by them. This band, while not terrible by a long shot, is too red. This band's color story is the equivalent of the section of the alphabet that goes "LMNOP" that people always blast through. There are 8 stripes on this band... and 5 of them are warm-toned. Plus the red plastic hardware on the ends of the band. The dual tone reds and yellows were simply a choice I disagree with. I'm also not fond of the green being more of a lime, and the blue more of a cyan. The colors could be worse, but I feel like this band would be simply perfect is Apple had just left the Pride flag's colors alone.

#3 - 2020 Pride Silicone Buckle Band

Speaking of leaving the pride flag alone, Apple finally got the memo (before losing it again in 2021) in 2020. The 2020 Apple Watch band (as well as it's 2020 Nike Pride band which I don't have) were peak Apple Watch Pride design. This is my final and favorite Pride band. Despite it's shortcomings are a silicone band... it makes up for everything else by being absolutely perfect. The colors are simple, yet they're somehow invigorated by that pastel hue over them. The Pride message is simple and obvious without being overthought. This is a Pride band. Plain and simple... However... things aren't as simple as they seem. Do you see the slight waviness of the lines where the color meet? That isn't photo compress weirdness or a poor concept render. Those are actually on the Watch band. Why? In addition to being a cool design element that adds some excitement to the band, those bands also signify something more: This is the only Apple Watch Silicone Buckle Band to be made of 100% recycled Apple Watch bands. Each color you see on this band was once apart of a single-color band which Apple cut up and spliced together to made this Limited Edition Pride band. The band itself is perfect. The design is perfect. The construction is perfect, and the story is perfect. This was my #2 favorite for a long time, only being dethroned recently. The new Pride Silicone Buckle band is a far cry from the perfection that the 2020 Pride band embodied.

#2 - Cloud Blue Sport Loop Band

This is my newest band. With my Series 4 finally not getting updates anymore, for Christmas 2024, I splurged and finally upgraded to a Series 10. Wanting a carbon neutral spec one, I was left with the fabric bands. I was also stuck with the default configurations since I got the thing off Amazon for $90 off during Black Friday. I'm not complaining, though. Specifically because I love the Sport Loop Band, and I love Apple's Cloud Blue color. I am obsessed with this borderline white pastel blue. It's beautiful on this band, and it's beautiful on the (knockoff) Apple Silicone phone case that I have. Cloud Blue is by far my favorite Color Apple has ever released on their official accessories. While I do have concerns about the color in the future, in-person, the Blue is just gray enough that I think it might be able to hide staining and discoloration over time. This band has all the usual pros and cons of Sport Loop bands, but it's in one of my favorite Apple colors. The pros of the Sport Loop plus the Cloud Blue color (plus some recency bias) put this beautiful band at #2 for catching my eye and matching my watch band with my phone case.

#1 - Black Unity Knitted Solo Loop

At the top of the list is my other Knitted Solo Band: Apple's Black Unity one. This band overcomes (almost) all of the shortcomings of the Pride 2021 Knitted Solo Loop. These combined with perfect comfort that the Solo bands have rockets this band to #1. I wore this band for years before I got my Series 10 and started using the #2 band. Everything about his band is perfection. The design is simply yet beautiful. The black is darker than Apple's regular black Knitted Solo Band, and the flecks of color create a starry night vibe. The color prevents the band from being too boring, while the simplicity of the black keeps it grounded. The dark color also hides stains and discoloration perfectly. I've never discolored this band after years of wear. The only flaw in this band is its durability. I've worn this band for so long that on the underside (where my wrist lays on my desk) the fabric coating of the elastic wires has started to wear away and reveal the clear elastic underneath. For $100 I expect better, but multiple years isn't too bad either. If I ever start staining the #2 band and want to stop wearing it, the Black Unity Knitted Solo Loop will be the one I go back to. I love this band, and it's the only one I've worn out and actually considered replacing with another one of itself. The comfort, the practicality, the design is all perfect. I love this band, and I'd say it's probably the Knitted Solo Band since it's probably the most resistant to staining and discoloration. 10/10. I love this band, and I'm sad it's starting to wear out.

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parental guidance

warnings: none, just some anniversary fluff!

The noise of the crowd was deafening. Nora shook her head quickly, ridding herself of the nerves. Tonight was her and Matty’s 3rd wedding anniversary, they were in her beloved big apple at her favorite venue in the world. Matty had had this tour date circled on the calendar since he found put about it, wanting to plan something extra special for the concert - and ofcourse for Nora.

“Now, ladies and gentlemen before we get into this next bit. We have to bring it back to basics, yeah? I mean c'mon admit it… your life wouldn’t be as dramatic without this song.” Matty’s voice booms out of the overhead speakers as the band begins the intro to Robbers. Nora braces herself for the inevitable hunt Matty goes on trying to find someone in the crowd to pull on stage and kiss. He jumps down to the barricade and feigns his search, already having a surprise planned out in the back of his head. He walks to one side, then the other before jumping back up onto the stage and he struts his way over to the side stage where his wife is absentmindedly watching the crowd still.

“Actually, we have a different plan tonight everyone. As some of you may know, I got married three years ago today, in this exact city! In honor of that, I’d like to invite a special someone to join me for this song in particular.” Nora comes back to her senses once she hears the words married and special someone and her face goes white. He knows how she hates big public romantic gestures like this, always commenting on people who propose at sporting events on the jumbotron and how much pressure that puts on the moment and the person being asked the question.

Her eyes lock onto Matty’s as he walks toward her with a small bouquet of white flowers in his hand, other hand reaching out to her. White tee shirt and dress pants suiting him wonderfully. Matty almost freezes when he sees her outfit. They came separately since he had to soundcheck and she was busy finishing up work for a buyer in her studio so she got changed since he last saw her. Nora had decided to go a bit out of her comfort zone for their anniversary, not thinking she would be pulled out on stage to face a crowd of tens of thousands of people. The sheer lace bralette adorned her body beautifully, black caging framing her ribs and contours of her chest. She also had thrown on the red lipstick she knew he liked and a pair of his black jean she had cut into shorts since they were more comfortable and roomy than normal women’s ones. She also had brought the anniversary present she got the two of them with her, thinking he’d like it for the afterparty.

He gulps, rethinking his plan for half a second. She notices the worry flash across his face and how he was thinking about subjecting her to face a crowd in her current outfit. She holds a finger up to him and pulls out their anniversary gift. With leather being the customary third year wedding gift, she had gotten custom leather jackets made for both him and her. Embroidered with their New York wedding date and the skyline on hers, and the Manchester wedding date and map of the city on his. Pulling them out of the bag and handing over his, she slips hers on. “Happy Anniversary, handsome.” He pulls off his button down and swings on the jacket. She kisses him on the cheek as she walks past him and out onto the stage. Waving a hello to the now mental crowd, she smiles - Matty still bumbling behind her in awe. “And everyone please welcome my wife, the incredibly talented Nora Downey! Now, I have a surprise for you tonight. You, my dear, have always mentioned wanting to get some tattoos of your own… Well, I’d like to also welcome our tattoo artist for the evening.” Nora is practically buzzing with excitement over how she is about to get her skin permanently etched with symbols that remind her of Matty. They had decided ages ago to do matching tattoos and figured out what they’d be, but their schedules never aligned with any of the openings the tattoo parlor in London Matty had gotten all of his at had. The tattoo artist walked out on stage with her kit and in a lab coat like the rest of the crew members. Nora took her seat on the comfy couch and pulled off her jacket. Matty sits next to her, getting comfortable as he tells the tattoo artist what he’d like - the words “i’m a man” scrawled along his ribcage as well as the number 12 on his right collarbone. Nora then follows the idea up with her own. They decided to do the three ideas Nora was most certain on: a MOM tattoo on the top of her wrist, i’m a woman also along her ribcage and then finally a 12 on her thigh.

Matty was first. He peeled off his jacket and leaned back in the couch, letting his abdomen be on full display. While the tattoo artist artist got to work, he began to sing. Head leaning back, “she had a face straight out a magazine, god only knows, but you’ll never leave her. Her balaclava is starting to chafe…” and Nora looks at Matty dead in the eyes as the next bit comes, ink finally piercing his skin.

“And when gets his gun, he’s begging ‘Babe stay, stay, stay, stay, stay. And I’ll give you one more time, we’ll give it one more fight. Said one more line, will I know you?” Matty’s voice rings out over the crowd and Nora can barely look away. Her brown eyes locking onto the tattoo beginning to form, mouth agape at the man in front of her. He has never looked more himself in this moment, he has never looked more like her Matthew. Singing his heart out, skin being decorated with inky blotches she has now memorized, curls going in a million directions around his angular face. In that moment, like every other moment she has ever looked at him, she knows he is the love of her life. The song progresses a bit more and the tattoo begins to form. Matty holds Nora’s hand tightly as the needle dances over the bony part of his ribs, pain starting to seep into his voice a bit. She glances down from his face and to their hands, forgetting the crowd of 20 thousand people staring at them. A blush crawls over her cheeks as she admires their silver rings glinting in the light - like the moon being mirrored off the ocean.

“Now if you never shoot, you’ll never know. And if you never eat, you’ll never grow. You’ve got a pretty kind of dirty face, and when she’s leaving your home she’s begging you to stay, stay, stay, stay, stay.” Nora mouths the words to Matty and he feels his heart soar out of his chest, the emotions of both the song, the moment, the night flooding him. He has never loved anyone more in his entire life, he has never seen a more beautiful human being, he has never known anyone better than Nora. The thought he had when he first saw her all those moons ago in Las Vegas, and every other time he ha ever looked at her, reverberates in his brain… she is the light of his life.

Finally, “I’m a Man” adorns his ribs. The artist cleans the area and wraps it up. Moving up to his clavicle for the 12 he requested.

“We’ll give you one more fight said, one more line. There’ll be a riot cause I know you! Well, now that you’ve got your gun it's much harder now the police have come. And I’ll shoot him if its what you ask…” The tattoo needle quickly draws the number on his shoulder, Matty glances down at his two new pieces and smiles to himself, then to Nora. “Sing it babies!” He commands the crowd before leaning over to her.

The whole of MSG screams: “But if you just take off your mask, you find out everythings gone wrong! Now everybody’s dead!! And they’re driving past my old school.” Nora takes his face in her hands, thumbs rubbing his cheeks as they soak in the moment. Both sets of eyes glassy and overcome with how much they love each other in this moment. As they continue to yell, Matty takes his microphone to his lips and Nora mouths back to him.

“He’s got his gun, he’s got his suit on and she says ‘Babe, you look so cool! You look so cool, you look so cool!” He now forgets everything else and kisses her like he never has before, all the love and admiration in the world being poured into it. The rest of the world evaporates around them and suddenly it is just her and Matty together. That is until Goerge is yelling in his in-ears to move to the next song and get his mind together.

“Right, we have another surprise everyone. In honor of my lovely wife being here, we’d like to play the first song she ever heard from us. Because I can be romantic, thank you very much!”

With that, the boys jump into Settle Down as her and Matty switch spots on the couch. Nora’s face breaks into a mile wide smile as she starts to lightly sway to the music. Her and the tattoo artist agreed on doing her upper body pieces first then moving to the 12 on her thigh.

First, the “I’m a woman” on her own abdomen, right under the bralette. Matty sings beside her while holding her hand as she braced for the needle hitting her own ribs.

“A soft sound, into the way that she wears her hair down covering up her face. And oh what a let down I don't seem to be having any effect now, falling all over the place.” Nora bites her lip as the needle hits her skin, trying her very best to contain herself and the slight, but constant pain. Matty’s thumb brushes over the back of her palm soothingly and she instantly relaxes into the couch. Remembering to take deep breaths so as to not pass out on the stage.

Matty continues to sing, but his eyes never leave her. Worry flashes across his face a few more times during the song but once she is finished with the rib tattoo, he knows the worst pain is over - his wrist one was a walk in the park and so were the ones he had gotten on his legs.

Getting her own abdomen wrapped and sealed, she offered her wrist to the woman beside her. Luckily this one would only be three letters and not a whole phrase like the other one.

“A small town, dictating all the people we get around. What a familiar face, do you know what I mean now? I’m so fixated on the girl with the soft sound, her hair all over the place.” Matty takes another glance in Nora’s direction before getting off the couch and back to walking around and dancing to the music. She gives a thumbs up to him and with that, the worry slides off of him. He blows a kiss and off he goes.

“And you’re sure that I’d learn. I’m pushing through bodies, avoiding me and walking ‘round you. And you’re cold and I burn, I guess I’ll never learn ‘cause I stay another hour or two.” He knew that was one of her favorite lyrics he had ever written and he smiled, glad he could surprise her and give her such a lovely night.

With the mom tattoo now complete, they moved to the 12 on her thigh. She thought about how their hands would now look holding hands - wedding rings, matching tattoos and all. She swooned. She couldn’t have dreamt of a better husband than Matty.

“For crying out loud, settle down! You know I can’t be found with you, we get back to my house. Your arms, my mouth, now I just stop myself around you for crying out loud!” The song finishes as soon as the 12 is done and Nora runs to Matty once she is all finished and jumps into his arms. Like out of a movie, the two kiss in front of Madison Square Garden as it erupts in cheers for the happy couple.

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Name? Starts with a P. It's a pretty common name where I’m from. (But you can call me Red here 😉)

Were you named after anyone? Nope.

Pronouns? She/her.

Where do you call home? Belgium.

Sign? Aries.

Time? 11h49 (I’m HUNGRY.) (Update. I ate and it was fries and homemade burger).

Fav band/artist? Hans Zimmer (composer). But I love many other composers! I don’t exactly have a fav band or artist as it’s not the kind of music I listen to (OST-Forever-Girl).

Do you have kids? No. I don’t want kids right now, I’ll wonder about that muuuuuch later. (Although I’m a cat mom at the moment.)

Use sarcasm a lot? I do sarcastic quips all the time… xD

First thing you notice 'bout people? Their smile. :)

Eye color? Hazel Eyes.

Scary movies or happy ending? Happy Ending FOREVER.

Special talent? *blank* (Too hungry to think of one... xD)

Your hobbies? To talk about something NOT related to fandom, I like Sudoku and Word scrambled games.

Any pets? It may be shocking to all of you, but I have a she-cat. A red she-cat. *grinning*

First pet? Twas a hamster….:D

Favorite animal? I love felines and birds of prey VERY MUCH.

Cereal of choice? As a kiddo it was Miel Pops, now I do the healthier version of honey cereals when I do eat cereals. And I occasionally eat oatmeal as well.

Are you visual, auditory, or kinesthetic learner? All three of them, depends on what is it I’m learning.

Playing any sport? Used to be tennis. Now I do walking and running, and I’d love to swim again!!!

How tall..? Small bean of 1m58.

Favourite subject in school? Latin in secondary school, and my American and British Literature at Uni, as well as all my Law and Judiciary classes. Instructive, especially because I now understand the related news.

Dream job? I don’t even know anymore… I’m completely lost. ☹

Favorite scent? honey and lavender, and strawberry.

Do you believe in astrology? Absolutely not. "Not in any god, not in myths and legends." (Although it’s pretty cool to read about myths and legends! :D *mythology nerd*)

How many playlists do you have on spotify/apple music? 0 because I refuse to use spotify or apple music. :D

Sharpies or highlighters? Both are good!

Song that makes you cry? Songs don’t usually make me cry. However, OSTs do. I’m HIGHLY sensitive to Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron/The Last Samurai/LOTR OSTs.

Last song? Dela by Johnny Clegg (That’s right baby, GEORGE OF THE JUNGLE SONG! :D)

Last series? still ER! (I mean there are 15 seasons or so, and I’m watching season 5)

Last movie? I was in the middle of ‘While you were sleeping’ but couldn’t finish due to stellar internet connection. :(

Song that makes you happy? Ain’t Worried by OneRepublic, Danger Zone by Kenny Loggins, and the Rickrolling Song! xD

Do you write/draw/create? Don’t EVER ask me to draw. I’ve started to write, which I’m still surprised about, I guess you could say I create some Top Gun content as well? Like silly posts about my fav pilots! :D

Currently working on? My Cheerleading Top Gun Sideblog. I’m still in the building process but it’s been fun so far! I discovered or rediscovered REALLY amazing content!!! :O <3 Writing-related? Dr. Goose Bradshaw Series. YUP. THAT’S RIGHT. 😉

When did I create this blog? Dunno…2013/14?

What I post? I reblog A LOT. And I LOVE adding to posts when inspiration strikes! xD Right now? I’ve posted several Top Gun  Recs Lists. (Top Gun and Top Gun Maverick have bewitched me body and soul!)

Other blogs? The Sideblog I was previously talking about can be found at @timetobuzzthefandomtower.

Do I get asks? Very occasionally 😊 (Though I don’t check it very often, so very sorry to anyone who might have sent something, I promise I’ll get back to you!!! <3)

Followers? 246?! (Holy Shit. When did that happen??????? I’ve never checked before! :O)

Average hours of sleep? 8 hours is the best for me, but I sleep less than that I’m sure.

Instruments? Fuck that. I hated the music class during HS. :O 

What I'm wearing rn? Short & T-Shirt. All comfy clothes.

Dream trip? New Zealand. Seems very far away, almost unachievable! xD And, the Vikings Lands. I. WANT. TO. GO. THERE. <3

Favourite song at the moment? Fake ID from Footloose :D

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Fearless - Yelena Belova x F!OC

warnings: super fluffy, halloween themed love

word count: 3k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1392687021-fearless-amara

Masterlist

“Alright kids,” Sam clapped his hands together, his eyes roamed over everyone in the group with a wide smile on his face. “We’re all here to have fun–” 

“But stick with your buddies.” Bucky cut in with a nod and his arms crossed over his chest. “We don’t need anyone getting lost.” 

The carnival lights flashed around them while eerie music and the smell of fried food filled the air. Amara was buzzing with excitement. Halloween was her favorite time of year. All of the spooks and haunts that lured people in, the costumes, and candy. Especially the candy. Her mouth watered the moment she spotted the Caramel Apple hut when they first walked in. 

Yelena nudged her side before leaning into her. “They do realize we are adults.” She whispered with a grin. Amara bit back a laugh as a throat cleared ahead of them. She glanced up to see Bucky sporting a frown though the amusement in his eyes contradicted it. 

“Don’t come running to me when you face a clown Belova.” He challenged. 

“Do not worry that pretty little head Barnes,” Yelena smirked, “Amara is scarier than a puny clown.” 

Amara laughed and shook her head, “Have you met me?” 

Golden eyes landed on her with a smirk, “I have and you are. Do not piss this one off.” Yelena laughed, wrapping her arm around Amara’s shoulders, “she is a fiery one.” 

“Oh my god, would you stop.” Amara laughed. 

By now even Peter and Kate were snickering together as they watched the exchange. Sam waggled his eyebrows at Amara while Bucky fought to bite back a grin. She was the least scary of them all but Yelena never failed to make her laugh. 

"You've all got your wrist bands?" Bucky huffed in weak attempt to hide his amusement.

"Be smart, stay safe," Sam nodded, "meet back here in a few hours for the bus home."

"Aye Aye, Cap!" Peter and Kate chimed at the same time with phony salutes that had Amara doubling over in laughter.

"What should we do first?" Peter tucked his hands into the bomber jacket he wore, his nose already reddened from the chill night air.

"Oh?" Yelena frowned at him, "You're wanting to stay in a group?"

"What's wrong Pete, you scared and need her to protect you?" Kate laughed, pretending to hide behind Amara and pushing her gently in front.

"Hey, leave me out of it," Amara protested. "I'm just here for the candy apples. Anything scarier than that is for you super heroes to deal with."

"Well there's hardly a queue so we can go there and eat them while we're looking around," Kate suggested, knowing just how sweet Amara's tooth was and knowing that she was a dog with a bone until it was sated.

Amara grinned, "Yes!" Pumping her fist in the air, she grabbed Yelena's arm and began to tug her in the stall's direction. 

Peter and Kate followed behind them, grumbling good-naturedly but as they approached the stall’s counter they didn’t hesitate with their orders.

Amara grinned and pulled out her tongue at the two Avengers as she reached behind her with her free hand and twined her fingers with Yelena’s. Feeling the ex-assassin squeeze her hand affectionately made Amara’s belly fill with butterflies.

Apples in hand, the group turned to survey the rest of the carnival.

"What did you get?" Yelena asked, leaning further and further into Amara's side as they walked, warming her against the October evening chill.

"Salted caramel with chocolate sprinkles, wh- Lena, you got your own!" She grumbled playfully as Yelena made a point of pouting and eyeing her apple. 

"Yeah, but I just got normal caramel. Just one bite? Pretty please?"

"One bite," Amara smiled, holding the apple up to Yelena's lips. 

"It could use hot sauce, amore." She mumbled with full cheeks and knocked her body against Amara's.

"If you had your way Yel, everything would have hot sauce." Amara smiled. "Oh! Corn maze?" She pointed toward the well lit, friendly looking maze to their left. 

"No way, you picked apples," Yelena spun in a circle, dragging Amara by the hand. "That's where we are going!" 

Yelena pointed to a menacing looking construction haunted house with fog dripping from the front door and the faint sounds of people screaming from within its makeshift walls.

"You've got to be kidding me," Amara grumbled, shaking her head. "Haunted houses are so tame." 

"Well there'll be nothing for you to worry about then," Yelena grinned, firming up her grip on the other girl's hand. "See you guys at meet up," she yelled over her shoulder at Pete and Kate, who were still bickering about whose turn it was to pay for their candy.

Kate waved back distractedly and Yelena took that as acknowledgement.

“Come on, amore, you’ll love it.”

“I really don’t think I will,” Amara warned but, seeing the shine of excitement in her girl’s eyes, she caved in and allowed herself to be dragged across the trampled grass towards the haunted house.

They approached the door, the chemical smell of artificial fog permeated the air and deadened the sounds from the carnival. A particularly loud screech echoed out from the curtained doorway and Amara jumped despite herself.

“Not loving it, Lena,” Amara muttered as Yelena dragged her further into the structure with a comforting squeeze of her hand.

“I won’t let anything get you, my little scaredy cat,” Yelena whispered, a smile on her face. 

And how could Amara not believe her when that smile is the one Yelena reserves only for her?

A man appeared from the left of the doorway in a black ski mask and blood soaked sweater, “what is that corn syrup?” Yelena narrowed her eyes, “blood dries much darker, and not so sticky.” 

Amara couldn’t help but laugh, “leave him be,” she said but Yelena’s lack of tack in social situations was helping ease the pace of her racing heart. 

"I'm just- you know what nevermind." Yel scrunched her nose up at the man. 

"Please do not touch the staff members within the house, if you need assistance or want out at any point there are clearly lit exit signs at the end of most rooms." He pointed to a red sign above the main entrance. "Just like that one. Have fun ladies." 

Amara looked at the next doorway, the room beyond was pitch black, she wasn't afraid of haunted houses  and she was determined to show Yel that she could be just as fearless as the others. She reached back for Yelena's hand again and moved towards the darkened doorway.

"Are you sure you want to go first?" 

Amara laughed,"It's a fairground attraction Yel. There's nothing real here, the worst thing that'll happen is we'll scream." She took her first steps at a pace, "Come on girl, unless you're chicken."

Yelena scoffed in mock-annoyance and followed along after Amara as she plowed on forward and into the first room.

It was quiet, too quiet. A curtain fell across the doorway behind them, cutting out even the flashing lights from the carnival and plunging the room into darkness.

Amara’s breath hitched in her throat and she couldn’t help but grip Yelena’s hand just that little bit tighter.

With their eyes fixed on the figure, as if daring him to move towards them, the two girls began made their way towards the next doorway. As they progressed the figure turned on the spot, watching their every step.

Suddenly the lights went out. Both girls shrieked and clung to each other, their hearts racing out of their chests. The suspense was so palpable they dare not move.

After a few seconds Amara whispered,"it's ok Yel, we'll be ok..."

She could feel Yel freeze," shush, listen..."

A shuffle sounded alongside the sound of metal scraping against wood. Amara felt Yelena’s breath on her cheek and the pounding in her chest eased just a little.

The light flickered once more, which revealed the horrific reality that it wasn’t Yelena at all. 

The figure, whose face was crusted with decaying flesh, was standing so close to Amara that she could see the dim lights flicker in its eyes.

With a piercing scream she leapt backwards, trying to put as much distance as she could between herself and the nightmare before her.

“Yel?” She whispered, peering around as she continued to back up. Yelena was nowhere to be seen and Amara could feel her heartbeat thumping against her ribcage as she hissed,“Lena? Yelena?!” 

She kept her eye on the figure who was watching her leave with a gruesome grin until the light changed to a reddish hue indicating she was in the next room. 

Spinning on her heel, she was about to shout when her body collided with another and she let out another scream.

“Run!” A husky voice whispered from behind a melted clown mask. 

Amara wasn’t waiting, she took off through the darkness, stepping in time with the flashing lights trying to avoid smashing into anything and anyone else as she moved. Her heart was pounding and as much as she hated to admit it, she was terrified. 

“Lena!?” She yelled again and rounded a dark corner into a room that was lined with what looked like plastic painting sheets hanging from the ceiling. 

Shadows moved across and the flashing lights turned into a dark maroon color as she tried to feel her way through. 

Amara sensed, at this moment, she was alone. The low light was oddly comforting and she took a minute to breathe deeply and slow her racing heart. She hadn't a clue how she and Yel had separated, together one second and alone the next.

She looked to see which way she could go next, there was a set of stairs to her right and a door straight ahead. 

"Lena!" She shouted behind her into the darkness, and stopped again to listen carefully.

Suddenly ear splitting screams came from ahead, something had truly terrified someone ahead and she could hear footsteps running away.

"Fuck this," she thought, and took to the stairs.

"Yelena? Baby?" Amara asked tentatively, her hands out warily as she approached her. 

"Don't! Amara, don't come any closer." 

"Yelena, you're safe. It's just a smoke machine." 

Amara took another step towards her until Yelena fell into her arms. 

"I don't-- I don't like it," Yelena said in broken breaths, Russian accent thicker than usual. Amara swept Yelena's blonde hair from her face, cradling her cheeks in her hands as she pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

"Come on, let's get you out of here."

The two wove through the obstacles toward the final room of the haunted house. Their fingers tightly tangled together as they kept their eyes on the exit sign. 

“Boo!” A worker jumped out from behind a barrier. His hands jutting out and his frame towering over Amara. 

She swore under her breath, the sound coming out a scared yelped as Yelena shoved him backwards with her hand, unlinking the two of them and stepping forward. 

Adrenaline pumped through her features as she hovered over him pushing him into a wall, “stay back!” She growled when the worker tried to move forward. She tutted at him, waving her finger, “down boy. Stay.”

“Lena,” Amara whispered to her, “it’s ok, he’s just doing his job.”

“He scared you,” she shot a look over her shoulder, clearly very uncomfortable in the situation. 

“I’m okay,” Amara pressed a hand to her face.

“No-one gets to do that to you amore, not on my watch.”

“It’s fine Lena, honestly. Come here,” Amara said softly.

Yelena did as she’d been asked and wrapped a protective arm around Amara’s shoulder, glaring at the carnival worker as she did. The guy swallowed nervously and Amara threw him a sympathetic smile.

“H-have a good evening?” The guy stammered, his smile more of a grimace.

“I need a drink,” Yelena muttered once they were out of earshot. “You think I can get good vodka around here?” 

Amara huffed a soft laugh, skimming her hand down to link her fingers with Yelena’s. 

“We could find the others? Unless you wanna do something else just us?” She asked, peering at Yelena with a bashful smile. “There’s a ferris wheel, I haven’t been on one of those since I was a kid!”

“Well then, amore, then it’s about time your girlfriend took you on one,” Yelena grinned, squeezing her hand gently.

“Say that again?” Amara asked, a blush painting her cheeks.

“What, girlfriend?” Yelena teased, pulling Amara closer to her.

“Yeah, that. I’ll never get tired of hearing it.”

“Then I’ll say it as often as I can,” Yelena purred as she weaved them through the crowd.

The line for the ferris wheel was longer than the haunted house and the girls waited huddled together, Amara wrapping her arms around Yelena from behind, chin tucked over her shoulder. 

“Before we do this, you’re not hiding a fear of heights from me are you?” Amara asked. Yelena peered up at her, an eyebrow raised as if she couldn’t believe the question. 

“I did tell you about that time I literally flew a helicopter, right?” 

“Just checking!” Amara chuckled, pinching Yelena’s side playfully as they waddled forward together toward the ride.

The line moved quickly, as they held hands and nuzzled noses. Amara could smell the caramel apple on Yelena's lips- it was dizzying. 

The sounds of the carnival enveloped them and Amara relished in it. Distant screams of joyful terror drifting over from the haunted house. Bells and whistles from carnival games, kids laughing and running through the crowds. It was perfect. And she couldn't wait to cuddle up on the ferris wheel for a quiet moment with her girlfriend.

They heard the wood and iron frame of the giant wheel creak softly as they neared the front of the queue. Amara craned her neck backwards to stare up at the structure, squinting her eyes against the brightness of the lights that adorned the struts. A thrill of excitement ran through her veins at the thought of being in the car at the very top of the wheel.

A tug on her hand brought her back to the moment as Yelena fished in her pocket for coins to give the ride operator. Amara could have sworn she saw her girl slip the guy a bill or two but she shrugged off the thought when it was their turn to step up to the empty gondola.

Sliding into the seats, Amara sidled right in up against Yelena, relishing in her solid warmth as an arm slid around her snuggly.

With a contented sigh, Amara let her head fall to Yelena’s shoulder, and the wheel set off with a gentle sway as they climbed higher above the lights and sounds of the carnival. 

“I’m so happy,” Yelena murmured, voice so quiet Amara nearly missed the soft words spoken into her hair.

Amara's back melted further into the seat, as her stomach fluttered- was it the slight sway of the ferris wheel causing the butterflies? Or maybe it was Yelena's hand, slowly tracing circles against her upper arm. 

Maybe it was all of this moment. Everything that added up to this experience. The warmth and love she felt- she never wanted it to end. They were almost at the top and Amara felt as if the butterflies in her stomach were going to burst forth into the crisp, night air. 

Yelena nudged her out of her thoughts- "Where did you go, amore?"

“Just…just taking in the moment, Lena,” she smiled, tilting her head slightly to look at the woman beside her.

They were getting high now, the lights of the carnival were a carpet spread below them and the music became more muted the further they climbed.

As they reached the apex of the wheel’s rotation the gondola shuddered as the ride came to a halt. Amara swallowed nervously as the gondola swayed silently with residual motion.

“Lena, it’s not stuck, is it?” She asked nervously.

Yelena shook her head, fingertips skimming tender circles over Amara’s arm. 

“I wouldn’t let that happen to you,” Yelena replied, and Amara shifted in her seat to see her a little better. 

“What did you do?” 

“I just want to enjoy the view with you, my love.”

Yup. She was right. Amara did see Yelena slip the dude a $20. Relief washed over her and a warmth grew in her chest. 

"Lena, I-" she paused as the gondola finally slowed. "You're the sweetest."

Yelena chuckled and raised her other hand to Amara's face, lightly tracing her cheek. "That's why you're my girl. I bribe someone and you think I'm sweet."

“You are though,” Amara chuckled, but deeper emotions swirled within the depths of her eyes. “Lena…”

“Amore?”

“I know that we haven’t been together very long but these past few weeks have been amazing.”

“I know, right?” Yelena beamed, squeezing her tighter against her body.

“Look, I just…I need you to know.” Amara took a breath, nerves tingling in her belly under Yelena’s intense gaze. “I love you, Lena.”

“Amore,” Yelena whispered, leaning closer to Amara before cradling her face gently between her palms. “I love you too. More than anything.”

“Anything?”

“Even more than hot sauce,” Yelena admitted.

“Woah. That’s a whole lot,” Amara smiled, tipping her chin towards her love’s as their lips met in a sweet kiss.

[zosociologist]

"Dating Peter Tork Would Be Like..." [Scrapped]

[Teacher!Peter x Librarian!Black!Female!Reader Headcannon]

A/N: This was bound to happen eventually...just glad I was able to get this out of my system; WwaBRiM per usual and likes, comments, & reblogs are strongly encouraged(=

Era: Mid-70s (around the time Peter became a teacher)

Warnings: Mentions of fooling around, and light makeout stuff.

Yeah, you knew who Peter Tork was....as did every young woman that came of age in the 60s and had a working television in the house.

Re-run episodes of The Monkees is what helped you get through your last year of college, and although you hate to admit it, you'll be forever grateful(:

Your love for sharing knowledge led you to get a Bachelor's in Education, but your spite of those around you saying that men don't like women that are "overachievers" got you your Master's in Library Science.

You have quite a few interests: you paint, sing, and play the guitar now and then, and read and write a lot of poetry and stories. 

So, you took those skills and became a Librarian at a nice high school in the hills, and the job is very enjoyable, just as you would’ve expected it to be.

You expected there to be hundreds of things checked in and out per day and thousands per week, resulting in hours of restocking shelves and setting displays.

And you were expecting to have engaging conversations with students as they tell you about their recent reads, while you return the favor by giving them even more book recommendations to further expand their minds.

What you DID NOT expect when the new school year started, was for an oddly familiar man to approach your counter inquiring about an instructor’s copy of a textbook that he’d ordered for his science course. 

And you’re still not sure if it was your slight gasp or starstruck demeanor over the random circumstances, but something made him chuckle at the situation while you spoke in disbelief, “Nooo, you can’t be”, “The only problem is, I am”. 

Far off from his former band days, Peter grew his hair out much longer and sported a beard that you thought fit him very well. He also dropped his alias and went by his actual surname, Mr. Thorkelson. A subtle change that made a huge difference.

At first, you weren’t so sure that Peter could be that friendly a person, even bashful at times, but you learned early on that it was all genuine. 

That was just the kind of person he was. On the job, Peter could talk to anyone and make friends with everyone. 

But after a while, you noticed he went out of his way to make conversation with you…even though the library is nowhere en route to his classroom.

You two soon became good friends, bonding over various things from literature to your shared love for the folk music scene. 

Whenever you had free time in your schedules, you’d be at each other’s respective workstations scribbling ideas on chalkboards or making pyramids out of lost library cards and bookmarks (that you’d return to the students that lost them immediately after). 

Somedays you and Peter could even be found in the teacher’s lounge, sharing reviews of movies you’d watched in theaters that past weekend. 

Your coworkers started calling you “two peas in a pod” and neither of you minded it…as a matter of fact, you were both kinda hoping the phrase spoke for itself. 

There would be days when you’d set a big apple on his desk before he got to his classroom in the morning, and he’d return the gratitude by waiting until you were in the back of the library somewhere, ID-ing some publishers, before placing a folded paper crane on a short stack of books on your counter. 

Of course, there was something there! But nobody said anything for fear of ruining the great friendship you both had cultivated for months.

But in the thrill of the moment, and contrary to Mr. Thorkelson’s belief, you took the liberty of making the first move…and at the Christmas faculty party of all places!

The event was off school grounds at a venue in the city. The night was young, and it was freeing to see your coworkers let loose outside of the professional box that working as educators placed them in. 

Add in the fact there was an open bar and everyone was basically on cloud nine.

There were Secret Santa gifts and party games, and one of them was, of course, "Truth or Dare".

Salaries were exposed, shots were taken, relationships and teacher pregnancies were revealed…

But your new Library Assistant, with a suggestive amount of wine in their system, took the liberty of shooting Peter a truth question: "I saw you put a crane on (y/n)'s desk a week or so ago. Do you two have something going on?"

Your eyes shot up from the unopened Secret Santa gift you received just in time to witness Peter finish his old-fashioned, "With all the love and respect in the world, no. We do not."

Your co-workers gave lively reactions, and the game quickly moved ahead, but now the tension between you two became suddenly unavoidable.

Peter couldn't bring himself to look at you, let alone in your direction. He thought he messed up everything, by not saying something different. He felt like it set his relationship with you back by a long shot. How was he supposed to recover from that if he ever did find the balls to confess that he thought the world of you?

You, on the other hand, didn't think much of it….mostly. I mean, sure, you did like him….A LOT. But for the sake of professionalism, you figured that if it wasn't meant to be, then it wasn't meant to be.

The evening progressed and so did the party, but you figured you'd make your discreet leave and wave goodbye to a few close coworkers early. 

You saved Peter's goodbye for last and gave him a warm embrace like usual along with a warm message, "Don't worry, okay? We're good! I'll see you back at The Hills after the break. Merry Christmas, Peter."

And off you went…….to the venue's unsupervised walk-in coat closet to retrieve yours. It took you a bit of sliding around coats on hangers to track it down but you finally were able to get a hold of it.

When you opened the closet door to exit, Peter was on the other side holding your Secret Santa gift you left behind.

You kinda just stood there? Mouth open and in shock, but the good kind. You even backed up a little bit, hoping that he would walk in. 

And he did. Shutting the closet door behind him, Peter stepped forward, closing the gap as if he was just a short space away from you.

"You forgot this on the table and I didn't want you to leave without it." He smiled, handing the gift back to you as you handed your coat over for him to hold. 

Unraveling the silver and gold wrapping paper, you couldn't help but rest your forehead against the gift and laugh: a hardcover copy of "Origami: The Art of Paper Folding" by Robert Harbin.

You were tickled because you KNEW it was Peter, and he couldn't help but smile at your infectious laugh.

"What? What's so funny?", "No, it's just this is so adorable! Did you plan this? Did you pull strings to be my Secret Santa?", "I didn't, I promise that was coincidental. I just figured since I was making so many of these and leaving them with you, I'd give you something so you can make your own.", "But I like when you make them for me!"

Your eyes were filled with such sincerity, and you were HOPING…that it would be enough for him to TAKE A HINT…..

You didn't wait. You kissed Peter, but he immediately followed suit, cupping your face as he leaned into it. The book slipped out of your hand as Peter grabbed your waist, backing you two into the wall as the line of hung coats surrounded you both.

The kissing intensified, and Peter dropped your coat to the floor as he unbuttoned his cotton henley shirt, never taking his lips off yours. You lost all sense of time. The closet got smaller and warmer by the minute, and frankly, you were feeling more aroused than you ever had in your life. And he sensed that, but he also respected you much more than just minimizing what you two share to a quick fuck in a stuffy coat closet at the faculty Christmas party. 

So in the midst of you reaching to undo his belt buckle, he stopped you, fixed you both back up, retrieved his corduroy jacket, and kissed your forehead.

Gathering your things, you both left the party together, unnoticed, and hand in hand. 

You two finished the evening by watching artists perform at a venue you randomly stumbled upon. 

❣Dating Life❣

You and Peter becoming official made everything that you were already platonically doing regularly, feel a lot more special.

You still bother each other on school grounds, but now you enjoy one another off of school grounds as well! (In more ways than one)

Movie theaters, plays, concerts, farmers markets, and bookstores on the weekends. And you have sleepovers at either of your apartments.

You always love his place. It always feels cozy and nostalgic because of some things he has around from his days as a television star. 

He'll lay his head in your lap in his living room conversation pit and share stories from the set, and you enjoy every moment of it. He plays his guitar or piano and you'll listen or sing along.

But you're convinced he loves your place more. He adores just how much "the essence of your apartment matches your personality" or whatever that means. 

You'll admit, you have a lot of scholastic things lying around that gives away your identity as an educator, but your apartment holds much more than that! 

He loves your collection of autobiographies, novels, and poetry books of Black authors, and finds joy in having you read passages written by esteemed artists of the Harlem Renaissance to him as he listens intently.

You'll cook together and sit on your couch watching sitcoms, music, and game shows.

And he was SO determined in helping you out whenever you have a wash day, so you walked him through how you detangle your hair and he's been a specialist ever since😌

He will make up any and every excuse possible to hold you and just be in your space. 

He loves when you just lay together in silence, preferably with the window open so you can hear the sounds of the outside world and everything happening around you both while you're in your little sacred space. 

That's happened quite a few times on Sunday nights, which rolled over into Monday mornings…which resulted in carpools to work where you'd have to act like you two didn't just arrive together from the same place.

You were almost late quite a few times on those types of mornings, it's like Peter wouldn't let you shower and get dressed in peace without messing up your outfit due to his..............antics…..

Oh, he wasn't a saint. You've heard rumors of the parties he'd host at his old Hollywood home, but you didn't think he was THIS mischievous…

When it came to sex, you were far from innocent. But Peter brought out this adventurous side of you as far as stepping out of your comfort zone goes.

You went three rounds in the back of a van at a music festival high off Mary-Jane once because you kept giving him praise and it drove him insane.

Sure, the bedroom, shower, kitchen, and balcony were nice…..but the library back room, teacher's lounge, janitor's closet, his classroom, and school parking lot in his backseat were mind-numbing. There was also your childhood bedroom when you went back to visit once…It was an otherworldly experience. 

And he's such a giver! His definition of helping you de-stress is going down on you while you vent about what happened during the day and how it made you feel (and how he's making you feel). 

He LIVES for seeing you come undone and lose yourself in pleasure, it's a challenge to him almost.

You're careful with how blissed-out you look after he makes you finish because HE WILL immediately go again.

And that's basically Peter's whole thing, he lives to please and enjoys helping in any possible way he can

Like that one time you and your library assistant were supposed to go over to the primary school to read books to the little kids and sing songs while you played your guitar , but the assistant got sick so Peter gladly snatched up his guitar as well and went along as your Stories and Songs accomplice

[End of Writing]

I started writing this in May but I just had so much going on during the summer that I would have to keep pausing my writing and just add on when inspo hit. This is basically the entire headcannon I guess, but I just didn't know how to close this one out and I didn't wanna just abruptly stop, ya know? BUT my classes are starting back soon....and with that comes the random and unexpected spurts of writing inspiration so I'm hoping for the best😅

[chad-der-box]

Sept. 2023 Apple iPhone Event

This year we are expecting the biggest change of all to be the transition from the Lightning port to USB-C ports on all iPhones and some iPhone accessories. The Pro models will see thinner bezels, a titanium frame, and the replacement of the mute switch for a new action button.

Let’s get started!!

Starters

Starting off with a typical video showcasing how Apple’s hardware improves lives, health and people’s connection to each other

Showing actual stories of people who’s lives have been saved by Apple Watch and iPhone features

Bets they show the people saved by the satellite feature during the Maui fires?

And right over to Tim Cook who confirms this event will revolve around iPhone and Apple Watch

Oh but first we’re starting with…

The Mac?

Recapping the introduction of 15" MacBook Air and Mac Pro earlier this year

macOS Sonoma launching on 9/26

Oh also mentioning the Vision Pro which still doesn’t have a launch date other than early next year

And that’s it I guess for Mac? Random.

Apple Watch

OH ITS pink

Oh HAND GESTURES TO CONTROL IT

SERIES 9

New S9 chip with faster CPU and GPU (this is the first actual big chip upgrade for the Watch since the Series 6)

Still sticking to 18 hours of battery life

Siri now processes requests on the Watch instead of relying on the Phone

Siri can also reference your health data for you on the Watch. Think “Siri, how long did I sleep last night?”

(Also reminder that Apple is removing the “hey” in “hey, siri”)

Watch can now more precisely tell you where your iPhone is using a new ultra wide band chip

Media suggestions pop up on the Watch when you approach a Homepod

Display is 2x as bright as the Series 8 and can get even darker for when you’re in environments like a theater

Double Tap

Series 9 can now recognize hand gestures to control the watch

Double-Tap controls the main button in apps. You can double tap your fingers together to answer or end a call. Scroll through widgets. Snooze an alarm.

It sounds like a small feature but actually expands the amount of time you can use the watch exponentially

Double-tap available next month

Series 9 Aluminum available in Pink, Starlight, Midnight, Silver and Product Red

Stainless Steel available in Gold, Silver, and Grahite

Starts at $399 for Aluminum model

Pre-Order starts Today, Available on 9/22

Environmentality

Environmental goals updatge. Starting with a cute video of Mother nature, played by the wonderful Octavia Spencer, visiting Apple Park and everyone (including Tim Cook) being very nervous.

Apple states they’re eliminating all plastic in their packaging by the end of next year.

No more leather in iPhone cases

Operating on 100% clean electricity in offices, data centers and stores

Y’all should watch this video once its uploaded just because the acting by Octavia is hilarious (2030 Status | Mother Nature | Apple - YouTube)

Net zero climate impact from Apple by 2030

Tim Cook and Octavia Spencer staring each other down for 30 seconds was not on my bingo card for today

Sport Loop is now 80% recycled materials

Apple will match 100% expected energy use of Series 9 with investments in clean energy projects

Series 9 packaging is 100& fiber based and smaller packaging so they can ship more with less effort

Claiming the Series 9 is apple’s first “carbon neutral” product

Apple no longer using leather in ANY of their products, starting today

New material called FineWoven that feels “suede-like”

Even Hermes is launching new environmentally friendly bands

Apple Watch Ultra 2

Also getting Double Tap feature

Display now goes up to 3000 nits, 1000 more than the Series 9

Very minor improvements across the board for this one

I think they mainly just needed to add the new chip and call it a day

Ultra 2 is 95% recycled titanium

Ultra 2 starts at $799

Pre-Orders available today; Available 9/22

All new models are carbon neutral depending on what band you get

iPhone 15

Dynamic Island makes its debut on the base model

6.1 and 6.7” OLED displays

Display can go up to 1600 nits of brightness for HDR Photos and videos, or 2000 nits in direct sunlight

Available in pink, yellow, green, blue and black

Now has c urved aluminm edges instead of the sharp edges of the 13 & 14 models

Has “ceramic shield” which is tougher than any smartphone glass so its built to last longer

100% recycled cobalt in the battery

They haven’t shown the bottom yet… it’d be hilarious if they just don’t tell people about the change in charging port

iPhone 15 Camera

New camera is 48mp. This was previously limited to the pro models last year.

Depending on the mode, it will be adjusted to 24mp

Pixels also allow for a 2x telephoto optical zoom option with 12mp resolution

Portrait mode getting improved colors and better performance in low light

If the camera detects a person or animal, it’ll automatically capture the data for a portrait photo without you switching modes. You can choose to make the photo portrait later on.

You can also switch the portrait photos subject after the photo is taken

Improved Night Mode & Smart HDR as well

iPhone 15 is getting the A16 chip, the chip used in last year’s iPhone 14 Pro; but with only 2 cores instead of last year’s 4 for the Pro

Battery size increased from last year but no specifics

OH TIME TO TALK ABOUT “CONNECTIVITY”

2nd Gen Ultra Wideband chip so it can connect to other devices that are farther away and make it easier to find your friends in crowded places

Better noise cancellation on phone calls so your voice stands out

Emergency SOS Satellite now available in 16 countries

Now adding Roadside Assistance via Satellite, partnering with AAA; free for AAA members

TIME TO TALK CABLES hehehehehe

Confirmed: iPhone 15 has USB-C

Earpods and AirPods Pro 2 also updated with USB-C

Confirming FineWoven iPhone and AirTag cases going on sale now to replace Leather accessories

iPhone 15 starts at $799; 15 Plus starts at $899

Pre-Orders start Friday 9/15; Available on 9/22

iPhone 15 Pro

iPhone 15 Pro now made out of titanium and Action button also confirmed

Lol “the most pro iphone we’ve ever created”

Titanium means these are the lightest pro models ever

New countoured edges and thinnest borders of an iPhone

Dimensions of phone smaller with the same display sizes as the 14 Pro models

“Toughest glass based materials in the industry”

Available in white, black, blue and “natural”

New architecture inside makes the device more repairable

Action Button

Still ring/silent switch by default but you can reprogram it to do things like open the camera, turn on the flashlight, start voice memos, etc.

A17 Pro Chip

The first 3nm chip in the industry

First iphone with USB-C speeds of 10gbps

They can do ray tracing on a phone now…

Kinda crazy to me how they always talk about how good gaming is on a battery driven iphone chip and they’ve made absolutely zero push to make gaming a bigger feature of the Apple TV

iPhone 15 Pro Camera

Camera time babbbyyyyy

Bigger 48 MP sensor to enable better low light performance

“equivalent of 7 camera lenses in your pocket”

Reduced lens flare (finally)

You can now choose a default lens size, including 24 mm, 28 mm and 35 mm focal lengths

2x better low light performance

Nightmode and Smart HDR seeing big improvements

15 Pro Max now gets 5x optical zoom; regular 15 Pro still at 3x optical zoom

Periscope lens utilized for the first time in Pro Plus to achieve that better zoom

USB-C allows faster transfer speeds and the ability to shoot video directly to an external device

The 15 Pro can record spatial video that you can then view only on your Apple Vision Pro… lol

New 6TB and 12TB iCloud plans announced to store more high quality photos and videos (at $29.99 and $59.99 per month, respectively)

iPhone 15 Pro starts at $999 for 128gb

iPhone 15 Pro Max starts at $1199 for 256gb

Pre-Orders start on Friday; Available on 9/22

Takeaways

That's a wrap on this event and rumors are saying it was Apple's last one of the year! If they do have anything else in store (there's a possible iPad Air refresh in the works or more devices with USB-C) it'll most likely just be done via press release.

For those following the rumor mill, there wasn't much surprising in this event except for maybe some of the camera specs. But if you're reading this you probably heard it all for the first time.

So now the question is, is upgrading worth it?

If you have any of last year's phones or watches my answer is short and sweet: No.

If you have older devices, the answer gets murkier. The iPhone 13 line from 2021 still holds up well against this lineup, but chances are you're noticing your battery doesn't hold up as long as it used to. The watch upgrades this year could be significant too depending on how old your model is.

Also chances are, there are no features on the Pro models of the iPhone or the Watch Ultra that you need. If you want to save money, chances are you won't notice much of a difference other than slightly better battery and display. A normal iPhone 15 model will last you a few years if you take care of it

Personally, I will not follow my own advice and will be upgrading my phone. I do it every year so please don't think this is anything special. I'll be getting the iPhone Pro Max in Blue with the base 256gb storage.

The watch is less of a sure fire thing. I think people tend to believe that I upgrade all of my Apple products often but the reality is I only splurge on a phone upgrade every year. My Watch is a Series 5 from 2019, my iPad is a 2018 iPad Pro and my laptop is a 2012 15" Retina Macbook Pro.

Four year seems like a decent amount of time between upgrades though and my watch's battery doesn't last as long as it used to so we'll see. If I do upgrade, it'll be the smaller silver stainless steel model.

OK. I think that's all. Let me know what questions or comments you have. Interested to see everyone's thoughts this year!!

You can view the whole keynote from today below or a quick video recap from Apple as well.

Tour of new iPhones: A Guided Tour of iPhone 15 & iPhone 15 Pro | Apple - YouTube

Full Keynote: Apple Event - September 12 - YouTube