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punkshort · 5 months ago

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Roommates | 8. forever

Pairing: pornstar!joel x f!reader

Chapter Summary: Tommy and Maria get married.

Chapter Warnings: language, angst, idiots in love, alcohol and food consumption, sexual tension, flirting, a wedding!

WC: 7.6K

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"Oh, goddamnit," you muttered under your breath, pausing in your rush across the hot parking lot to tug your dress out from underneath your heel. You crouched down for a moment to examine the dress to make sure it wasn't damaged before you stood back up, this time bunching all the extra material in your fist before trotting as quickly as you could to the entrance of the restaurant.

"Slow down, you ain't missin' anythin', they haven't even sat down yet," Joel said, startling you from his post on a bench next to an ashtray.

"Oh, hey," you said breathlessly, then looked him up and down. "Were you smoking?"

He shook his head and stood up, dusting off his grey dress pants in the process. "Just gettin' some air. Tryin' to cut back."

"Good for you," you said, then nodded towards the door. "Ready? I need to get out of this heat."

"After you."

You thought for sure you would be in for Maria's wrath when you hit traffic and ended up being almost fifteen minutes late for the rehearsal dinner, but mercifully, Joel was right. The group was in the reserved banquet room but hardly anyone had sat down yet. Instead, people were mingling and laughing in small groups as the waitstaff filled up waters and placed open bottles of wine across the tables.

As you scanned around and looked for a seat, your eyes landed on someone familiar and a wide smile stretched across your face.

"Mrs. Miller!"

Joel and Tommy's mother beamed when she heard your voice and quickly abandoned the people she was talking to in favor of pulling you into a hug.

"Oh, honey, how are you?"

"Good! Late, but good," you laughed when she released you from her death grip. She kept her hands firmly planted on your shoulders and gave you a once over.

"Love that dress, my goodness. Doesn't she look beautiful in this dress, Joel?" she asked mischievously. You felt your cheeks warm and you looked down at the floor while Joel just rolled his eyes.

"Yes, Mama," he replied flatly.

"You'll sit with us, right, dear?" she asked.

"Of course," you said with a nod.

"Good, I want you to meet the man I've been seeing," she replied before wrapping her thin fingers around your arm to lead you to her table, which, of course, was shared with Tommy and Maria.

James seemed nice and he got along well with both Joel and Tommy, from what you could tell. Before he retired, he worked in construction, just like their own father before he passed away, and he seemed absolutely smitten with their mom. His arm was around the back of her chair or holding her hand the entire dinner and you could tell Mrs. Miller was adoring every second of it.

"Are you still seeing that lawyer, dear?" she asked right when dessert was placed in front of you. You felt your chest tighten as you stared down at your tiramisu and you focused on the skills you learned in therapy whenever you felt this type of feeling crop up. Take a few deep breaths, collect the data, put things in perspective. Just as you were about to answer, you felt Joel's hand on your knee and he cleared his throat.

"No, Mama. Didn't work out."

He must have given her a look when your gaze was still fixed on your plate because there was an awkward silence before she spoke again.

"No matter. Plenty of fish in the sea. Maybe you'll meet someone tomorrow at the wedding."

You forced yourself to meet her eye and smiled. "Yeah, maybe," you replied weakly. Joel's fingers tensed around your knee for half a second before he slowly pulled his hand away to pick up his fork. When she began to talk softly to James, you took the opportunity to shoot Joel a grateful smile, which he returned with a wink.

"Thank you," you whispered. "I could have handled it but... thank you."

"Welcome," he replied just as quietly. "And I know you coulda, but you don't gotta do everythin' by yourself."

Joel began to eat his dessert while you sat there, immobilized. For some reason, hearing him say those words knocked you on your ass for a moment. You were always the type to take on too much and rarely ask for help, another trait that contributed to your anxiety. The only thing that pulled you out of it was Tommy's voice aimed in your general direction. He was giving instructions to the wedding venue from the restaurant so you all knew where to go after dinner to do one quick walkthrough before the big day, so you nodded along and finally picked up your own fork.

"You wanna follow my truck?" Joel asked once dinner disbanded and everyone slowly filtered into the parking lot. You shook your head and pulled your keys out of your purse.

"No, I think I know where it is. It's not far from the hotel."

He nodded and glanced over his shoulder, checking on his mother. "You get settled in okay?"

You gave him a curious look. "In the hotel? Yeah."

The wedding wasn't too far away from home but most of the wedding party elected to stay in the hotel where the reception was being held so they wouldn't have to worry about getting a ride after drinking.

He nodded again and swiped his palm over his mouth. "Which room?"

You laughed and playfully shoved his shoulder, making him grin and stumble a bit over the asphalt. "What?" he asked innocently, but he didn't sell it. You rolled your eyes but couldn't stop smiling as you unlocked your car and opened your door, tossing your purse onto the passenger seat. As you were about to bunch up your dress and get into the car, Joel cleared his throat and raised an eyebrow, indicating he was still waiting for an answer.

"409," you said with a sigh. His tongue clicked against his teeth and he shoved his hands in his pockets.

"418. Right across the hall."

"What a coincidence." Propping one arm on your hip and the other on the roof of your car, you tapped your fingers on the hard plastic, waiting for him to say something else. His eyes drifted up and down your body before meeting your gaze once again, the corner of his mouth twitching in amusement. People streamed past you to their cars, heels clicking on the blacktop and soft chuckles floating in the air, but you kept your eyes pinned on each other, silently daring the other to say something more.

Against all odds, or maybe it was always inevitable, your relationship managed to mostly repair itself over the past few weeks. It was nice to have Joel back in your life again in any capacity he was willing to offer, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore your feelings for him. The morning you woke up on Tommy and Maria's couch with Joel's arms wrapped around you, holding you against his broad chest with his face buried in your hair felt like a literal wake up call. As you laid there listening to his deep, steady breaths, you tried to think back to a time when you fell asleep in his arms without sex preceding it, but you came up empty.

It felt really fucking nice, so you had closed your eyes and tried to go back to sleep, but it was impossible. You felt like yourself again. You spent months in therapy wondering where that feeling went when all along the answer was right there.

"See you at the country club," he finally said before tearing himself away and forcing his feet to move in the direction of his truck.

"Yep," you said softly, watching him longingly as he made his way through the cars until he disappeared from view. You took a deep breath and looked around the parking lot when your gaze unexpectedly met the deep brown eyes of Mrs. Miller, watching you from the passenger seat of James's SUV.

You felt something happen in that moment. Something unspoken passed between you through the glass and you had never felt more seen. Woman to woman, she held your gaze and you swallowed the lump in your throat, knowing your expression was betraying you by that point, but what could you do?

James pulled out of the parking spot and you blinked, snapping yourself out of your stupor. When the car passed, you could see the knowing look in her eye, one that told you you weren't fooling anyone, and then they were gone.

The event coordinator, Michelle, was a tiny little thing who also happened to be very bossy. She probably did at least one wedding a weekend the entire summer for god knows how many years, so she knew her shit, but considering the entire wedding party had just come from dinner with copious amounts of alcohol, her patience was wearing thin. She was barking orders at the first bridesmaid and groomsman at the front of the line while the four of you stood in the back snickering to yourselves.

"Goddamn, she ain't messin' around," Tommy said quietly with a grin.

"A woman after Maria's heart," you replied over your shoulder.

"I've never felt more calm in my life," Maria chuckled softly. "There's no way this isn't going off without a hitch."

On the actual day, it would just be you and Joel at the end of the line, but Tommy and Maria wanted to observe during the rehearsal.

Michelle was making her way down the rows of bridesmaids and groomsmen, instructing each set how to stand, where their hands should be, and what their cue was to start walking.

"Slow!" she barked after a pair began walking. You saw the bridesmaid's shoulders flinch and you had to hide your grin by biting your lip and looking down at your feet.

When she got to you and Joel, you straightened up. Suddenly it felt like you were back in high school and the vice principal was about to chew you out for skipping class.

"Closer together, please," she told you, waving her perfectly manicured, blood red fingertips at the two of you. Immediately, you stepped to the side and apparently so did Joel because you bumped into each other.

"Okay, not that close," she scolded. You had to hold yourself back from kicking a foot at Maria when you heard her snickering.

Michelle took you by the shoulders and placed you exactly where she wanted, then did the same to Joel, leaving just a few inches between you. You could feel his fingers impatiently twitching at his side and you got the feeling Michelle made him nervous, too.

"Okay, crook your elbow, like this," she told him, yanking his arm up and bending it before she flattened his palm against his stomach. "Great. Don't move. Maid of honor, loop your arm through, place your fingers here, hold your bouquet at your bellybutton. Both of you, straighten your spines and begin a slow walk once they make it to the first set of chairs. Any questions?"

You both quickly shook your heads and you looped your arm through Joel's, just as she instructed, and pretended to hold a bouquet at your waist with your other hand.

When you saw your cue, you both began to walk, praying you were going slowly enough. You heard her voice begin talking to Tommy and Maria, asking if they had any questions or if anything was missed, and you breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fuck, she's scary."

You giggled and glanced up at him. He was staring straight ahead but he had a little amused smirk tugging across his face and you could see that damn dimple creasing his cheek. You tried not to think about how close you were to him, how long it had been since that night on the couch, or how comfortable it felt to touch him again, and instead focused on where you were supposed to stand once you got to the altar.

Joel dropped his arm and you went your separate ways, taking your places at the front of the bridal party, and waited for the next instructions. Tommy and Maria came down the aisle talking with Michelle and motioning towards the chairs while you all waited. You let your gaze drift over to the men and you caught Joel already looking your way. You gave him a little smile and you watched him swallow before taking a deep breath, dragging his eyes away from you.

Michelle's commanding voice cut through the air and you snapped your head back in her direction. She was explaining the bullet points of the ceremony to everybody while she pushed Tommy and Maria up on the altar between you and Joel.

"Next, the officiant will say you may kiss the bride, you two will kiss-"

Tommy took that moment to wrap his arm around Maria's waist and bend her backwards before planting a wet, sloppy kiss on her lips, causing the entire wedding party to break into fits of whooping and laughter. Michelle clapped her hands sharply and the noise instantly ceased. Tommy picked Maria back up, who was pressing her palms against her cheeks with a huge smile, and he shrugged.

"Sorry, thought we were rehearsin'."

She cleared her throat and raised a thin eyebrow at him before she continued, explaining the music would start and Tommy was to lead Maria down the aisle, which he did without goofing around.

"You two," she said, motioning towards you and Joel. You both stepped forward and stood where Tommy and Maria were just standing. "Same as before, hold onto his arm, keep your bouquet at your bellybutton, and don't begin walking until the bride and groom walk down the entire aisle, got it?"

You both nodded stiffly and, once Tommy and Maria reached the end, you started to walk. Michelle began to instruct the next couple and Joel picked up the pace a little once he knew she wasn't looking.

"You're gonna get us in trouble," you teased.

"Wouldn't be the first time."

You gasped and gave him a little hip check and then you heard Michelle calling after you to stop fooling around.

Joel chuckled as you felt your face flush with an embarrassing smile. A few months prior, a comment like that might have sent you spiraling into a pit of self despair just for simply being reminded of the camping trip, but that day you managed to let it roll off your shoulders.

You joined Tommy and Maria and watched as the rest of the bridal party practiced leaving the altar. Joel casually stretched his arm behind you, leaning on a railing so he could say something to Tommy behind you and Maria, but when they finished up and Tommy began talking with his groomsmen, Joel kept his arm on the railing. The fabric from his button down was brushing ever so slightly against the skin of your back, exposed by your dress. Your jaw was tight from the effort it took to not react when his thumb skimmed over your spine, sending tingles across your skin.

"Did I tell you this dress looks nice on you?"

His voice was warm and deep against your ear and it took everything you had not to lean back into his shoulder, it was so hypnotizing.

"Your mom kind of did that for you," you reminded him quietly, keeping your eyes on the rest of the wedding party as they began to cluster around Tommy and Maria, laughing at some story Tommy was telling them about his tux fitting.

"Well, it does. This's your color," he said lowly and you could practically feel his eyes dragging over your soft curves being hugged by the delicate material.

"Thank you," you replied a little breathier than you would have liked. You tilted your chin to risk a glance at him, finding yourself immediately getting lost in his eyes. You searched his face, trying to read him, trying to figure out what he was thinking but you kept getting hung up on all the little details about him that you loved. The way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the patchiness in his beard, the little scar across the bridge of his nose.

Fuck, he was perfect. How did you ever let yourself take it for granted?

"What're you thinkin' 'bout?" he asked softly. Apparently he had been doing the same thing to you: trying to read your expression, see inside your head.

You swallowed and gave your head a little shake.

"How fucking stupid I was."

His eyebrows twitched up in surprise, his lips parted and you were certain he was about to say or ask something else when Tommy stuck two fingers in his mouth and whistled so loud, the whole wedding party groaned and covered their ears.

"C'mon, let's all have one more drink back in our room, place is fuckin' huge," he announced, causing a ripple of laughter amongst the small group.

And just like that, the moment was gone.

Maria and another bridesmaid hooked their arms through yours, pulling you away from Joel and through the venue towards the parking lot, laughing and babbling suggestions for their hair the following day. You glanced once over your shoulder and caught his eye, clocking the tortured look he gave you. Even from a distance you could see the longing, the curiosity to learn what you meant, and the absolute frustration at having the opportunity ripped away.

Joel tapped lightly on your door the next morning but figured out pretty quickly he was too late. You had already left with the other bridesmaids and Maria to get ready at the country club, leaving Tommy and the groomsmen to get ready in the honeymoon suite at the hotel.

He tried to get you alone for just five fucking minutes the night before but the group was too small and it was impossible to tear you away without being obvious. He could tell you wanted to talk, too. He saw it in the way he caught your eye more than once in that measly little hour spent in Tommy's hotel room. Then he got caught in a painful conversation with another groomsman about golf and suddenly, you were nowhere to be found.

He excused himself and hurried back to his room, hoping to catch up with you, but it was no use. He hovered around your door, fingers carding anxiously through his hair, wondering if he should knock, debating over and over in his mind whether or not invading your space would scare you off until he heard an elevator chime and the doors slide open and he slipped into his room in a panic.

He should have just fucking knocked.

The next time he would see you would be at the ceremony. He wouldn't be able to talk to you til the reception, well after pictures and dinner and speeches were done.

It was going to be a very long day.

You up? We got breakfast here, get your ass going

Joel rolled his eyes as he continued to gather his things after his shower, wishing more than anything that you had just texted him instead of Tommy.

Be there in 10

He draped his tux over his shoulder, two fingers hooked through the hanger, and carried a small bag of toiletries in his other hand as he shuffled out the door, stealing one last glance at your room as he went.

He rode the elevator up to the top floor and stepped out, already hearing the men laughing and glasses clinking with the steady thumping of a deep bass line through the walls. Knowing he would have to be loud for them to hear, he made a fist and pounded on the wood, rattling the door in its frame. It swung open and Nick, the groomsman who monopolized his time last night talking about fucking golf, stood on the other side.

"Joel, mornin'. Come on in, got some catchin' up to do. We're already two drinks deep." Nick stepped aside with a friendly smile and allowed Joel to enter.

"Two drinks? Shit, might wanna slow down, gonna be a long fuckin' day at that rate."

Nick laughed and let the heavy door close, then patted him on the shoulder as he headed over to the little kitchen area. "We all put our shit in the spare room. Go ahead and I'll get you somethin' to drink. Got some food here, too."

"Alright," Joel replied, his eyes drifting around the living room as he walked towards the bedrooms. Tommy caught his eye and raised both arms in the air.

"I'm gettin' married!" he shouted excitedly. Joel grinned and kept walking.

He would have to be patient. As much as he couldn't get you off his mind, he had to be present for his brother. This was going to be one of the happiest days of his life and Joel would be damned if he messed that up for him.

Nick slid a glass of champagne in Joel's hand after he emerged from the spare room and he quirked an eyebrow.

"Pacin' ourselves," Nick explained with a shrug.

Joel nodded and took a sip, the flute looking comically small in his grip, before setting it down and forcing himself to join in the festivities. And he was doing a pretty good job at pushing you from his mind for once until a few hours later. All the men had gotten dressed and a hairdresser Maria hired was going around fixing loose pieces of hair on everyone when Tommy's phone pinged. He picked it up and a huge smile spread across his face.

"It's Maria."

He turned the screen around to show a picture she took. It was of the room where the girls were getting ready, a candid shot of bridesmaids in the background getting their makeup done or sipping on champagne. The main focus of the picture was Maria's left hand extended in front of her, her engagement ring sparkling in the light, but Joel hardly noticed the diamond when you were in the corner of the shot talking to another bridesmaid with a dazzling smile that always made him weak in the knees. You looked so fucking beautiful and you didn't even have your makeup done yet.

He wasn't the only one who noticed you, unfortunately.

"Hey, what's the deal with Maria's maid of honor?" Nick asked Tommy. "She's pretty and seems like fun."

If Joel had even a moment to think, he might have caught the way Tommy immediately looked in his direction, conflicted and unsure what to say. But it didn't matter because Joel set Nick straight instead.

"She's unavailable."

Nick swiveled to look at Joel. "Oh, damn. Figured as much."

Joel nodded and cleared his throat, trying to avoid the very obvious look his brother was giving him, and took a long sip of whiskey.

Once Nick wandered away, Tommy instantly sidled up to Joel and he knew he was in for it.

"Unavailable?" he repeated under his breath. "Got somethin' you wanna share?"

Joel shrugged, trying to look casual but he knew Tommy saw right through him. "It's the truth. She ain't interested in seein' anyone."

"Hm," Tommy said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, loving the way his brother was squirming under his questioning. "How'd you find that out?"

"She told me."

"Told you."

"Yep."

"And under what circumstances did she... tell you?"

Joel frowned and finally dragged his gaze to meet Tommy's. "We're just friends now."

"Didn't exactly answer my question."

Joel scoffed. "Don't you got shit to worry 'bout, like vows or somethin'?"

Tommy shook his head. "Nah, got that all locked down. Would much rather hear 'bout your friend."

He groaned and rubbed his eyes. "Ain't nothin' to tell, I promise. Nothin's goin' on."

"Well, weddings are romantic. Drinkin'... dancin'... beautiful venue... dim lights. Might stir up some old feelin's."

Joel nodded and looked at his watch with a sigh. "Limo'll be here soon."

Tommy bit his cheek, wishing Joel would open up a bit more, but decided not to push it.

"Oughta wrangle everyone up. Almost show time."

"They're here!" a bridesmaid squealed when she saw the limo pull up to the front doors and the men slowly piling out, one by one.

"Well, guess he didn't get cold feet," Maria joked next to you as she fumbled with her earrings, but judging by the way her fingers shook, she was nervous.

You stood up to fuss with her hair, making sure the flowers that were carefully weaved in were still firmly in place.

"You look absolutely stunning," you told her warmly with a smile through the mirror. She took a deep breath and finally dropped her hands in her lap.

"Thank you. For everything. I know you got your own shit going on -"

"Nuh-uh, none of that. Today's not about me. It's about you and Tommy and I'm delighted you chose me to stand next to you today."

She smiled and reached behind her to squeeze your hand, which was curled around her shoulder. Tears welled up in her eyes and she nodded. Just one quick, definitive nod signaling the topic was closed, then stood up and brushed her hands over her dress.

"Well, let's go do this," she said, her voice wavering just a bit. The rest of the girls heard and cheered excitedly before scurrying around to check final touches on their makeup before filing out the door, where Michelle stood waiting.

"Ladies, the groomsmen just got in position and the groom is heading to the altar now. Maria, your father is waiting for you in the office. We'll hide you in there in case there's any late arrivals that might sneak a peek."

Once you all filed down to the foyer, you hung back to give Maria one last hug before she was whisked away into a small office where her father stood waiting with misty eyes.

When the door closed behind her, you gripped your pink and purple bouquet in one hand and gathered up the skirt of your peachy dress in the other and lightly jogged to catch up with the rest of the bridal party. When you turned the corner, everyone was finding their partner and whispering excitedly amongst themselves while Michelle walked around, making small adjustments to posture and checking everyone's teeth.

Joel turned around when he heard your heels clicking on the tile floor and couldn't stop his smile from spreading when he laid eyes on you.

"Sorry, just wanted to give her a quick hug," you said to him quietly as you took your place by his side. You were busy fixing your dress and batting pieces of hair out of your face so you didn't notice the way he was gazing down at you, temporarily spellbound.

"No problem," he finally managed to say, then caught Michelle making her way towards him so he quickly jut out his elbow for you to loop your hand through. After Michelle adjusted the placement of your bouquet and moved on, you finally glanced over, taking him in for the first time. He looked so fucking good, it was criminal. All the groomsmen were wearing the same tux, and all of them hand white button downs open at the collar with no tie, but Joel looked the best, by far.

Your mouth opened to tell him so, but at the last second you chickened out.

"Did you guys have a good morning?" you asked instead.

His eyes roamed leisurely over your face and the longer he took to answer, the faster your heart raced under his scrutiny.

"Yeah, it was alright," he finally said. Somewhere in the back of your mind you heard music begin to play and the first pair of the bridal party began to walk. "Wanted to catch you before you left this mornin' but you must've got an early start."

"Oh?"

He nodded slowly, eyes still trailing over you, admiring how beautiful you looked. He knew he was being obvious but he couldn't bring himself to care.

"Did you need something?" you asked, swallowing the lump in your throat. You knew you should have been paying attention, that you would miss your cue if you didn't, but you couldn't look away from his heated gaze.

"No, just..." he trailed off and took a deep breath, eyes momentarily fluttering closed before he reopened them. "You look really pretty."

Blood rushed to your cheeks and you smiled.

"T-thank you, you-"

"Best man, maid of honor, let's go!" Michelle whispered angrily, snapping you both out of your daze. Forcing a smile on your faces, you waited for your cue and began to walk up the aisle.

Aside from Maria, you two were the last to enter. The altar looked stunning. Not a single flower was out of place. The white rose petals the flower girl had scattered were evenly distributed along the deep red carpet that was laid over the grass to mark your way. You passed by rows and rows of friends and family, their faces lit up with excitement while the photographers bounced around in your peripheral vision, snapping pictures as you went.

When you reached the end of the aisle, Joel dropped your arm and you stepped apart, each taking your rightful place, just as you practiced.

The music changed and the doors opened, finally revealing Maria and her father. You glanced over at Tommy so you could see his reaction but your gaze locked with Joel, instead. His face softened and he shot you a secretive wink before dragging his attention to the bride.

The ceremony was beautiful. The sun was shining but it wasn't too hot. Both of them remembered the vows they wrote, bringing out the occasional laugh or tear from the guests. It made your heart swell to see your best friend so unbelievably happy. And when Tommy dipped Maria backwards for a dramatic first kiss, even Michelle cracked a smile from her place in the back.

After the ceremony, the wedding party was whisked away to take pictures while the guests enjoyed a cocktail hour back at the hotel ballroom. If you weren't in the pictures, you spent most of your time with the rest of the bridesmaids and occasionally stealing glances in Joel's direction when he wasn't looking. Shit, you hadn't even drank anything since you had a mimosa earlier that morning and you still couldn't keep your mind off him.

It didn't help matters when, at one point, the photographer asked for a picture of just you and Joel. Under the warmth from the sun, he had began to sweat a little. You could see it from the way the exposed patch of chest glistened and when you got closer to pose for the picture, his natural scent mixed with the hotel soap he must have used that morning filled your nostrils, making it difficult to focus.

"You got your speech all ready?" he asked once the photographer moved on.

"I think so. You?"

He nodded. "Ready as I'll ever be."

"We should probably do a couple shots first, loosen up," you joked, nervously twisting your hands together in front of you.

His face lit up and he unbuttoned his jacket. "Here," he said, handing you a small flask with his name engraved on it. "Gift from Tommy."

"Nice. All I got was this necklace," you said sarcastically with a laugh and a point to your neck before unscrewing the flask and taking a sip. The whiskey burned on the way down and you felt the warmth bloom in your stomach, your muscles instantly relaxing.

"Thank you," you told him, handing him the flask. His fingers brushed against yours briefly, sending sparks down your spine, and you quickly tugged your hand back, averting your gaze. "Oh, looks like your mom's up next. Might wanna head over."

He sighed and readjusted his jacket after pocketing the flask. "Duty calls, I reckon."

You nodded and pursed your lips, rocking back and forth on your heels. Why were you acting so weird? It was just Joel. But as you watched him stroll across the perfectly manicured lawn, you knew why.

After dinner and all the festivities were over, you were going to find the courage to finally tell him how you felt.

And you couldn't be more nervous.

It felt like dinner took forever. Michelle drilled into your head that your speeches would come after dinner and before the cake cutting, so naturally the entire time you were eating, you were a nervous wreck. Fortunately you were too nervous to even drink anything else past the small sip you had from Joel's flask, your stomach twisting in knots the longer it took for each table to get served. Tommy and Maria disappeared after they ate to greet each table and be back in their seats by the time dinner was finished, so you sat picking at your food with your heart hammering in your chest, scrolling the notes app on your phone, reviewing your speech.

"Nervous?"

You jumped at the sound of Joel's voice, who had somehow slid over to take Maria's chair without you noticing.

"That obvious?"

He shrugged and leaned back, surveying the ballroom.

"Your foot's tappin' so fast it's shakin' the damn table."

You giggled and dropped your face into your hands with a groan. He chuckled and took a sip from his glass of champagne, then paused when his eyes landed on an older woman at a nearby table looking in your direction.

"Who's that sittin' next to Maria's folks?"

You popped your head up and looked, then your face broke out with a wide grin. "That's my mom," you told him without taking your eyes off her, giving her a little wave. Joel looked back and forth between the two of you.

"You look alike, shoulda guessed."

"You think?" you asked, then your smile slipped when your mom pointed in Joel's direction and gave you a face before fanning herself with her open hand. You clenched your teeth and slashed your fingers in front of your throat, trying to tell her to knock it off, but she just laughed.

"Pretend you didn't see that."

"See what?" he replied innocently before giving your mom a charming smile and wave.

"Joel!" you exclaimed, smacking him in the leg. "Stop flirting with my mother!"

He threw his head back and laughed at that, his shoulders bobbing up and down and his hand clutching his stomach and just seeing him so happy and carefree made you smile and laugh, as well. Once he regained his composure he straightened up in his chair, his cheeks tinted pink and his eyes bright as he looked at you.

"Don't worry, baby, don't wanna make you jealous."

Your jaw dropped in shock and your brow furrowed but your heart fluttered excitedly in your chest at the term baby coming from his lips again. Before you even had a chance to formulate a response, he cleared his throat. "I'm just kiddin'. Tryin' to take your mind off the speech. Did it work?"

Did it work? This man had you spinning around in circles and he didn't even see it.

"Yes," you mumbled, mind still reeling. Baby, baby, baby.

"Good, 'cause we're up," he said, his eyes drifting over your shoulder, spotting the newlyweds heading your way. He stood and vacated the chair so Maria could sit back down.

You took a deep, shaky breath when the DJ cut the music and made the announcement that the speeches were to begin, and the whole ballroom fell silent, turning in their chairs to get a better look at the long table where you sat up front.

Joel went first, which initially you were relieved, but then about thirty seconds into his speech you realized you wish you could have just gone and gotten it over with because you could hardly focus on anything he was even saying. You faintly remembered him talking about growing up with Tommy and telling some embarrassing story that made everybody laugh but then ended up getting the guests teary eyed when he turned it around at the end, using the story as a sweet example of how Joel always looked out for him and he was now passing that torch onto Maria.

After a polite round of applause, Joel sat down and all eyes turned to you. The DJ told everybody your name, announcing you were the maid of honor, before walking over to hand you the microphone. You cleared your throat before standing on shaky legs and forcing a nervous smile for the room.

"Good evening," you began, then repeated your name. "I have not only the pleasure of being Maria's maid of honor, but also her best friend."

You stole a glance in her direction and you felt your nerves begin to subside when you saw the look in her eye and the warm smile stretched across her face.

With a deep breath, you confidently launched into your speech. You began by telling the guests how you met, how you bonded over one particularly painful meeting at work and afterwards got sushi together for lunch. Ordering the same dish by happenstance cemented your relationship and from then on you saw each other through countless breakups, illnesses, birthdays and even some vacations. After telling the room a silly story about a road trip the two of you took one year with no destination or goal in mind other than to have fun and live in the moment with the promise to stay close forever, you paused and looked down at Maria next to you.

"And then she met Tommy," you said, eyes drifting in his direction. "I knew from the day she came home and told me about him that he was different."

Tommy smiled and wrapped an arm around Maria's shoulders.

"I don't think I've ever seen two people more perfect for one another," you continued, turning your attention back to the room. "At the center of everything, they're best friends. They accept each other, faults and all." Tears began to well up in your eyes, trying not to draw comparisons to your own life as you pushed through. "And that's how I knew early on we would end up here today."

You looked back over at the newlyweds, Maria leaning into Tommy's shoulder, pure happiness radiating from them both as they gazed at one another.

Then you locked eyes with Joel and your throat went dry.

He was looking at you, hanging on your every word, and the expression on his face told you he must have been thinking the same thing as you. Unable to tear yourself away from the emotion behind his eyes, you continued your speech for the room, but it felt like you were talking directly to him.

"When two people love each other fiercely, when they're willing to do whatever it takes to make things work, when they learn to open their hearts and make sacrifices for the sake of that other person, their partner, their love... I believe that is what makes a relationship last." You dragged your eyes away from Joel and looked at Tommy and Maria once again. "And you've both proven time and time again you're more than capable of doing that for one another."

Maria swiped a tear from the corner of her eye and you picked up your glass, watching as the rest of the room did the same.

"I'd like to wrap up with this quote I found online, so I can't take credit," you said with a ripple of soft laughter echoing through the ballroom. "'Love is a friendship that has caught fire. So may your love burn bright for years to come'. Here's to my best friend and her new best friend."

After the room collectively toasted to the new couple and rewarded you with a round of applause, you slumped down in your seat with a sigh of relief. Maria tugged your shoulders, pulling you in for a hug that squeezed all the air from your lungs, whispering her thanks in your ear, then Tommy followed up with the same and a kiss on your cheek.

You tossed back the rest of your champagne and immediately looked around for a server to ask for more. Now that your nerves were finally at ease, you wanted to enjoy the rest of the party and relax, temporarily pushing the conversation you planned to have with Joel from your mind.

Tommy and Maria stood to go cut the cake, diverting the guests's attention so you could slip away to the bar with your empty glass. As you were leaning up against the bar, waiting for the bartender to refill your glass, you felt a familiar presence sidle up next to you. When Joel brushed his palm against your lower back, you had to suppress the shiver that tried to make it's way down your spine.

"Can I get one of those?" he asked the bartender when she returned with your drink. She nodded and placed a cocktail napkin on the bar before disappearing.

Joel's shoulder nudged against yours and he tilted his face towards you. "Nice speech."

You smiled and continued to stare down at the tiny bubbles rising and popping in your drink. "Thanks. Yours was good, too."

"Here you go," the bartender said, placing an identical glass next to yours. Joel nodded his thanks and lifted it up, raising it between your bodies for a toast. You obliged, gently clinking your flutes together before taking a small sip and turning around to look out over the ballroom. Across the way, Tommy and Maria were posing with their cake while photographers and guests took pictures.

"I liked that quote. 'Bout friendship that turns to love," he said nonchalantly. You bit your lower lip and tried to tamp down the rise of emotion in your chest, your nerves in desperate need of some rest.

"Yeah, I thought it was fitting."

Your eyes flickered to his, those deep brown eyes you'd had the pleasure of seeing in every shade, then to his mouth, his soft looking lips so inviting, you wondered what they tasted like in that very moment. Probably champagne, but you were willing to bet you would get a hint of chocolate from the wedding favors that were placed at every seat because you knew him well enough to know he couldn't resist sweets.

"You ever have that?" he asked, and you thought you could hear a little tremor to his voice. "Friendship that turns into love?"

Your heart hammered wildly in your chest as you took a shaky sip from your champagne, eyes now pinned on the newlyweds but you were hardly absorbing a thing that was happening. Your mind was racing with the implication behind his loaded question and you could hardly remember your own name.

Taking a deep breath, you answered him.

"Once," you said softly, then slowly turned your head, gazing up at his side profile while he appeared to be taking in the party, but you could see his pulse thrumming fast in his neck, his tanned skin twitching with every nervous beat of his heart. "You?"

He hummed and finally tilted his head in your direction, eyes drifting up and down your face, tongue darting out to wet his lips. "Yeah. Once."

You felt yourself practically melt under his gaze, your muscles going lax, your body being pulled like a magnet towards him. Was it too late? Did you miss your chance? Or was it possible something was still there, something that could be salvaged? Joel murmured your name, his hand rising from his side, and you had a feeling you were about to get your answer when a familiar voice shattered the moment.

"Joel! C'mon, take pictures with my phone while I dance with your brother. James can't see in this lighting, he won't get it right."

As Mrs. Miller got closer, she noticed you next to him for the first time and it was impossible to miss the look of regret on her face when she realized she interrupted your conversation.

"Oh, nevermind, I'll find someone else," she said, clutching her phone to her chest, eyes sliding back and forth between you both. You cleared your throat and stepped away with a smile.

"No, you go on. I have to find my mom and say hi."

Before he had a chance to stop you, you slipped away, weaving through the crowd until you disappeared from view.

"I'm sorry, honey. I didn't mean to intrude."

Joel shrugged and tossed back the rest of his champagne. "It's alright, Ma. Go dance with Tommy, I got it," he said, holding a hand out for her phone. Hesitantly, she placed it in his palm, then reassuringly rubbed her hand up and down his arm.

"Will you save me a dance for later?"

Joel gave her a pained smile and nodded. "'Course, Mama."

She pressed her lips into a thin line, easily picking up on her eldest son's dismay once you left. Right when they were about to reach the dance floor, she stopped and cupped Joel's face with both hands, looking up at him with an adoring smile.

"It's all gonna work out, honey. I promise."

Joel almost feigned confusion, almost put up his walls so to protect his feelings. But in that moment, he couldn't bring himself to do it. Instead, he sighed and nodded.

"I hope so."

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messy-gemini1 · 1 year ago

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His lost Angel, returned to his heaven.

Even with an eye missin, Micah could picture you form as if you were standing Infront of him..

Your glowing (h/c) locks, bright smile and bright eyes that lit up his day any time he saw you.

But he was an arrogant bastard, too greedy for his own good. He was Icarus and he had flown too close to the sun.

He could remember the look of disappointment and sadness when Arthur arrived to call him a rat. You begged for him to be lying, begged Arthur that you man wouldn't tell you out.

No matter how much Micah wanted to tell you it was a lie, he couldn't because despite how much he loved you; he was still a greedy bastard..

he tried to console you, but the Pinkertons had arrived, guns blazing as you hide behind the table with him. The look on your face broke his heart; your eyes were cold, distand...

"please darlin, i did it for us!" he begged, firing shots. No! you did it for yourself!" you screamed at him. Micah flinched, he knew it too, he knew he did it for himself.

"(y/n)! c'mon!" John yelled, waving you to the cave. You bit your lip and looked, before meeting Micah's eyes.

"go darlin...get outta here" he said, he grabbed your hand and placed a small coin purse in it before shoving your quickly to john, who was quick to pull you along.

He remembered how he felt when he beat Arthur, how he knew you'd be so disappointed in him. How Morgans words stung him "you'll never be...good for that girl" he wheezed, and Micah knew it too.

He knew he was never good for you, and yet. You had stayed with him, even when he was in Guarma, you waited for him.

Micah sighed and threw his cigarette into the ground, snuffing it out. He never thought he'd be back in this place again.

He boots clicked across the cobblestone as he led his horse to the hitching post before walking into the store. He looked around the store before walking up to the register and hitting the bell.

"Just a second!" came a voice, and Micah could swear his heart stopped.

There you were, dressed in a black button-down vest and a red skirt. You both froze when seeing each other, Micah quick to take off his hat. "Hello, darlin..." He spoke. You gulped, carefully stepping up to the Counter.

"Hello...Micah" the way you said is name made his knees weak, as if he was that nervous man who was sacred to ask you to dance all those years ago.

You had aged beautifully to him, your hair pinned in a messy bun, eyes still shining as bright as the day he lost you.

"What can I help you with" you spoke, looking away gently. Micah cleared his throat and shook his head.

"Just need a few things" he said, pulling a list from his breast pocket and handing it to her. their fingers touched for just a second and it sent electricity through Micah.

You gingerly took the note and looked over it. "yeah, I can get this for you" You spoke. Micah smiled "thank you."

"Listen I-" he started but you stopped him "no, don't you start with apologizes" you said, pointing a finger at him. Micah was surprised by the sight of tears filling your eyes.

"Your right. But I'm still sorry. Not for what i did to the gang...But for what I did to you" he said, taking a step around the counter, moving to stand in front of you.

You crossed your arms, hugging yourself and biting back tears. Micahs heart clenched, how could he have done this to his angel, to the one girl he promised everything to.

He opened his mouth to speak, pausing when catching the light on your ring finger.

"is that.." he started, taking your hand in his own. Looking at the ring on your finger.

It was the ring he hid in the coin purse he gave to you, he was going to surprise you with it that day but fate had other plans.

Your eyes widened before you moved your hand. "shut up..." Micah grinned, hands moving to sit atop your waist. "so you have missed me.." You scoffed and rolled your eyes, lookinh away from the outlaw.

"momma! look!' a blonde-haired child ran into the shop, holding a flower out to you.

Micah was surprised, looking from the boy to you.

"Micah baby, why don't you go to the back and sit awhile momma talks okay?" you moved past Micah and ushered your child into the back room.

"Micah huh?" Micah spoke, leaning against the counter with a cocky grin on his lips.

You crossed your arms, looking away. "you...You once told me that in your family, the first-born son is named after his father."

You hated the fact Micah still had this effect on you, even after all these years. he still turned you into putty, as if he was that man all those years ago.

Micah's boots clicked across the floorboards before they stopped Infront of you.

"Can... can I stay with you for a while? ya know, meet my son and all?" he asked, trying to not sound desperate.

Your eyes widen before you shifted your gaze away once more. 'I-I don't know Micah. i don't want my son involved in the outlaw life..." you spoke.

Micah cupping your cheek gently, turning your gaze to face his own. baby blue eyes stared at you with that same old adorable look when he wanted something...and you were weak against them.

"I promise, I won't cause any trouble. and if I do, I'll let you kick my ass" he grinned.

You bit your bottom lip before sighing "fine"

Micah can still think back on that day, 2 years ago and now here he was, tangled limbs with your own as you slept soundly beside him in the bed.

He smiled down at your form, sun shining through the curtains and illuminating your form perfectly. You looked like and angel.

His angel.

His angel who had returned to his personal heaven.

He would not let you down this time, not after giving him the life he graved deep down his heart and below his ego..

Your stirred from your slumber, eyes blinking open slowly before looking up into his eyes, er rather his good eye.

Micah grinned softly, placing a chaste kiss on your brow before he ran a hand up and down your bare back.

You smiled tiredly at him, cupping his rough cheek and rubbing a thumb over his scar. No words were spoken between the two of you and yet, so many things were said at a glance.

Micah didn't need to hear those three words from you, he could see them in your eyes as you stared at him with so much adoration and affection it almost made him tear up.

Now. He'd never lose his angel. Never allow her to escape his heaven to fall to earth without him.

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nessieart · 1 month ago

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The Way Back. III

wc: 5.4k Summary: These powers were meant to help people. Help The Avengers, your family. It felt like every time you used them, something bad always happened. Maybe someone has the answers, somewhere. eventual Steve x Reader, Bucky Reader. AN- sorry this took forever! please enjoy it!

Previously:

It's cold, was your first thought. It's cold and damp, and there's so much pain. Somewhere. Everywhere.

You groan, shoving your forehead into the gravel beneath you. Whatever happened, it hurts like hell. Placing one hand on the ground, and the other on your chest, you pull yourself up. Sitting back and finding a wall behind you.

Convenient, you think. So you lean back against it, resting your head that pounds with every breath you take and beat of your heart.

It's bright when you peek an eye open, and then slam it shut again.

Maybe I'll just rest here awhile longer.

A door opens not too far from where you're sleeping against the wall. Passed out. Unconscious.

Foot steps leisurely make their way towards you until they stop.

There's a shuffling noise that stirs you into consciousness, a pause, then hurried shuffling and scuffing of soles against gravel. Frantic hands hover over you, muffled words you can't really hear, like you're underwater. Matted hair is pulled back from your face as fingers tip your head from side to side.

You groan, it's scratchy as it climbs your throat. The pounding in your head is so loud that you barely hear the person talking to you.

"Honey, hey, can you hear me?" He asks, a light hand on your shoulder steadies you.

Your eyes peel open, vision blurry as you try to bring the man into focus.

"T-Tony?" You ask. The man - Tony? grunts, he brings your face back towards him.

"Hey, kid, stay awake," he responds, "we'll get you some help. Come on," you feel hands grab you, hoist you up into strong arms. He smells like motor oil and machinery, expensive cologne, and whiskey.

You sigh as you sink into his hold, "Tony…" you mumble. A pained noise escapes your lips when he shifts you in his arms. A hand moves your shirt to the side, your scar on full display. Dim and cracked. Red, raw, and bloody scar out for all eyes to see.

"What on Earth is that, sir?" Your eyes flutter at the new voice, Vision?

"I have no clue. Let's hurry and get her to the hospital."

He moved you to the awaiting town car, slipping into the back seat with you in his arms.

"C'mon, kid, I need you to keep those eyes open," he tries to pinch your arm, a light tap on your face to get you more awake. What the hell happened to you?

"C-can't…tired. So-sorry, Tones," it's a whisper, but he hears you. He hums.

"I'm sorry," he says quietly. The car begins to move down the road, the light rocking is soothing, and you're soon drifting off to sleep.

"But I'm not who you think I am."

You awoke late in the night. He was across the room reading, his glasses low on his nose, and a small table lamp next to him was the only source of light in the room.

"Tony?" It wasn't loud, but he heard you. You coughed to clear your throat, and the man was up and at your side with a cup of water in a blink of an eye.

"Hey, kid, don't talk, alright?" He tips the cup to your lips, and you take generous gulps. "You've been out for a few days."

You study him with your one good eye. He certainly looks like Tony, but younger.

His lips tip up into a smirk, "Not sure who this Tony guy is, but he must be missin' you, honey." He takes a seat on the bed by your hip. "You kept calling me Tony. Would mumble a few other names in your sleep, too."

"He's - he's my best friend," you tell him. "Something happened. I don't -" You swallow the lump in your throat, "don't know what happened to him."

"Name's Howard. You were barely conscious when I found you in the alley. I didn't see anyone else around, sorry." He studies your face for another minute, trying to gauge what your reaction might be if he says the wrong thing.

"Where you from, kid?"

"New Mexico, but I've lived in New York for a while now."

Howard hums and nods, "With this guy Tony? Tony, what? Maybe I know him."

"Tony Stark."

Howard hums, eyes searching your face. "Sorry to tell you, but I think I'm the only Stark in the tri-state area."

Your eyebrows scrunch, "But," you blink at him slowly. It hurts to think, so you close your eyes for a moment. There's a warm hand on your arm. It's comforting, but foreign.

You might have fallen asleep mid conversation with Howard. It was early morning now. He had a change of clothes for you neatly folded on the bed by your feet.

You were sat up in a hospital bed, a bandage around your head, hands, and chest. There's a phantom pain in your ribs like someone's trying to pull you apart from the inside. It hurts every time you breathe too deep.

"I don't understand," you rasp. It's difficult to talk above a harsh whisper still. You sip the water he gave you.

He places his hands in his slack pockets, the worry creasing his brow. He said his name was Howard.

Howard goddamn Stark was standing in your hospital room. A very fancy one, from the look of it. He probably pulled some strings to get you in here.

Howard's mouth purses, his eyes searching your bruised face. You have a split lip, fractured cheekbone, and a fading puffy, black eye. Not to mention all the other injuries that litter your body that he can't see.

"Whats not to understand, kid?" He sits on the chair next to the bed. "I didn't know your name when I brought you here, so I made one up," he shrugs like it was the easiest explanation in the world. "Don't like it?"

You scrunch your nose - much as you could. Howard explained that it was December 1942.

"Charlotte Stark? Seriously?"

He shrugs again, "Charlie, for short, if you prefer. Said you were my sister. It was a last-minute decision!" Howard's hands come up in defense, "and it was easier to fake documents for a relative than any Jane off the street."

You sigh, then sip more water. You suppose that makes sense. "I need to find a way back to my friends. It's important."

Howard looks out the window. There's snow gathered in the corners, frost creeping up the glass as his eyes search for something you can't see. It takes him a few moments to speak before he looks back at you.

"Why don't you focus on getting better first, kid? We can figure out all the other stuff later. After you heal and rest." Howard squeezes your arm before he gets up.

"Those clothes belong to a friend of mine, hope they fit," as he heads for the door, he stops at the threshold, "everything's going to be alright, kid. Promise."

It's been two months since you left the hospital, and living with a millionaire in 1943 isn't that much different than living with his billionaire son in 2013.

"Did you go through my closet again?" Howard stood in your doorway, hands on his hips as he narrowed his eyes at you.

You closed the journal you were writing in before you turned to meet his gaze, "y’know, Stark, it would be easier if you just got me my own pair of pants and coveralls. I told you I don't wear skirts and dresses."

He sighs, "we'll I thought you'd grow out of that," he rolls his eyes and dodges the pen you throw at his head.

It's been like this for the last two months. Easy banter. You were used to trading jabs with Tony, and Howard wasn't much different. It felt familiar. Howard has argued about your choice of wardrobe since you moved in. And it's a losing argument. He sees that now.

You were hoping he'd get over seeing you in pants and overalls, but he's just as stubborn as Tony. Maybe the other way around if you think about it.

Howard turned to leave, "Fine, Stark, let's go." You stare at his retreating form with wide eyes for a moment, "Hurry up before I change my mind," he calls from the hallway.

You scramble out of your chair, haphazardly shoving the journal into the drawer of your desk and grabbing your things as you hurry to keep up with him.

"You really mean it?" You ask as the two of you exit the mansion. Jarvis is waiting by the car for you both, and he drives you downtown.

"'Course, kid," he shrugs and ruffles your hair.

After shopping for a whole new wardrobe, Howard had Jarvis drop him at work.

"Hey, why don't you come in?" he nods over his shoulder, a smirk on his face. your brows furrow as you look over his shoulder at the building. This wasn't the normal area for his office building, and you know that.

"An antique shop? Is there something you need to tell me, Stark?"

Howard laughs loud, hand going to his stomach, "nah, it's a secret," he barely whispers. He tugs your hand and pulls you from the car and into the shop. There's an elderly woman behind the counter that looks up as you two walk in. She tries to hide a smile, but it breaks out across her face when Howard greets her and gives her a wink.

"And this is my sister, Charlotte," he introduces you. You're still trying to get used to the foreign name, but it's growing on you.

"Why, I didn't know you had a sister, Howie."

Howard shrugs, one hand in his pocket, and you step forward, hand stretched out, "Please, call me Charlie," you shake her hand with a polite smile. The older woman nods and gives you a kind smile in return.

"Wonderful weather this morning, isn't it?" she says. Morning? It was mid afternoon.

"Yeah, but I always carry an umbrella," Howard answers without missing a beat. He takes your hand and loops it through his elbow as he leads you to an elevator. Which wasn't there a second ago.

After the doors shut, you stare at the side of Howard's face. There's a slow smirk playing at the edges of his mouth. He's insufferable, just like his son. You roll your eyes at him and wait until the lift opens again.

When you step out of the elevator, you're above a lab. The messanine connexts to a viewing room on the left, and the stairs to the right lead to the lab. It's a massive space underground. The window on the side of the room barely peaks out to the street where you see shoes shuffle by.

There, in the center of the room, are machine parts, the skeletal outlines of it resemble a giant coffin. There's a few people to the side of the room chatting as Howard brings you down the stairs.

You stop at the bottom step, eyes roaming around when they land on a woman. Her back is to you, and she's talking to an older man with glasses in a lab coat. He has kind eyes, you think. His gaze shifts over the woman's shoulder to Howard, then to you.

When the woman turns to see what took her companions' attention, you freeze.

Peggy Carter. Her eyes find Howard, and she purses her lips, giving him a stern look. Then they find you, and you're staring at her like a deer in headlights.

Because, seriously, what the hell.

Howard tugs your hand and forces you to follow him, you gulp as you near them.

"Stark," Peggy greets, her eyebrow arches up in greeting.

"Pegs," he winks. "Doc," he nods to the man in glasses.

They exchange pleasantries for a moment, and you're trying not to draw attention to yourself. Maybe the floor will swallow you up. You have a pretty good idea what this place is now, who these people are, and who they're working for.

Howard slings his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close, "This is Charlotte," he says to the two," my sister." He grins and puffs his chest out a little every time he mentions you to someone knew, like he's proudly bragging that he gets to call you his sister.

It makes your heart thud, and your stomach flips.

You smile up at Howard, there's a burning in the back of your eyes that you blink away. You're really glad you get to call him your friend. Your brother.

Peggy tries really hard not to scoff, but it comes out anyway, a snort of a laugh that she stifles quickly, "Sister? Since when?"

"Hello, Ms Stark," the man with kind eyes and glasses says to you, "Abraham Erskine. This is my colleague, Margaret Carter," he motions to Peggy. Her bright red lips are pulled in a thin line as she nods to you.

You pull your shoulders in tight, "H-hello," you squeak out. "Nice to meet you," You didn't think meeting your childhood hero would be this nerve-racking. Heat floods up your neck to your cheeks and ears as you hold eye contact with Peggy.

Howard squeezes your shoulder, "She's been out of town for a few years. Haven't ya, kid?" You hum in agreement, nodding along. Still doe-eyed and full of nerves.

"Howard, a word?" Peggy tilts her head to the side, Howard nods and gives you another squeeze before he lets you go to follow her.

When the two depart, Dr. Erskine turns to you with a knowing smile. He must know. Dr. Erskine is too smart not to know you're not Howard's sister.

"Um," you fidget. Something about him makes you want to spill your darkest secrets to him. Tell him all about your life because it seems like he'd listen. You sigh, dropping your shoulders.

"He - Howard - helped me out a few months back. I-I'm not from around here, and I was hurt really bad. He took me to the hospital when he didn't have to. I owe him. A lot. He hasn't asked for anything in return, but he keeps taking care of me anyway."

The doctor chuckles, eyes crinkling at the corners, "I won't say a word," his accented voice says quietly. "Howard Stark does what he wants. Usually, there is no other reasoning than that." Erskine runs his eyes along your face. Stopping at the scar on your right brow and the one that splits your lips on the same side.

"Hurt very badly, from the look of things, my dear," he says softly. You avoid his eyes and nod. Across the room, you see Howard leaning against a table, hands in his slacks, and a smile on his face.

Peggy is gesturing around the room, and then back to Howard, he shrugs. Both sets of eyes find you, and you feel like a deer again. Howard's grin grows as Peggy rolls her eyes again.

Oh boy, this will be fun.

Howard saunters back over to you, a smirk on his lips as he leans down to whisper to you.

You send him a glare when he opens his mouth again.

"Project Rebirth?" You hiss at him, "What is wrong with you?" You poke a finger in his chest, "Don't answer that."

Howard has the brilliant idea of you joining the SSR. Which you were against. But he insisted, and Howard always gets what he wants.

You do owe him.

You drag him away and to the side of the room, far from listening ears.

You glance around the room once more before you send another glare at Howard. He's very much unphased by it.

"I can't be a part of this, and you know why," you whisper yell at him. You've told Howard the jist of how you time traveled back to 1942. Told him about your powers - which won't manifest no matter how hard you try - how they worked, and even explained the scar on your chest. You might have short circuited his brain for a minute, but once the initial shock was over, he lit up like a kid on Christmas.

The only person you've told Howard about was Tony. You left other names out, but he knows about your history with the Avengers, the battles fought. The importance of you trying to get back to your time, because of the threat of half the universe ending. The only person you felt comfortable enough to talk with that might not change the future, you hoped at least.

The future! Why didn't you think of this before!

"What? What's with the face, dollie?" Howard raises an eyebrow.

You hum, "just thought of something that could potentially send me back to my time," its muttered as you think more about it.

His face scrunches, head tilting to the side as his hands come out of his pockets. "What do you mean? You - you aren't stayin'?" Howard deflates, shoulders sagging and face falling.

Oh, Howie…

You curl in on yourself, arms coming around your body in defense, "i can't stay here forever, Howie." You glance around the room again and catch Peggy staring. Her eyes are scrutinizing, but her face is nutrual. "I - I don't belong here."

Howard pulls you into a hug, and you return it. Clinging to him like a lifeline. "Of course you belong here, Y/N," he whispers in your ear. " I think we were meant to meet. You're my best friend, kid. I'd hate to lose you."

When you separate, Howard brings a hand to your cheek, thumb wiping away a tear that fell unbidden.

"Is everything alright?" Peggy asks from across the room.

Howard's mood shifts, a smile lighting up his face, even if it doesn't reach his eyes all the way. He brings you into his side again.

"Everything's just dandy, ain't it, Charlie?" Howard squeezes you tight by the shoulders, and you nod, humming in agreement.

"Turns out, I've completely forgotten she'll be too busy to help around the place. What, with Stark Expo in a few short months," Howard leads the two of you towards the exit. " I need all hands on deck. And there's no one smarter or more organized than my baby sister! She is head of the planning committee, after all."

You choke out a noise of protest, but Howard just gives you a sidelong glance, " Yep - uh Yes! I uh. Howie just sprung this on me. As much as I'd love to join your, uh…" you wave a hand around, "I'll be swamped in meetings and - gosh. For months!"

Smooth.

"Months!" Howard parrots.

"it was wonderful to meet you, Ms. Stark," Dr. Erskine held his hand out for you to shake, you place your hand in his, and he gives you a gentle squeeze. He peers over his glasses to give you a wink.

"I'll take you home, sis, c'mon," Howard tugs your elbow.

"Oh, no. It's ok. I don't mind walking," you tell him. "it was very nice meeting you, um, Agent Carter. Doctor," you nod.

After leaving the antique shop, you decide to walk around Brooklyn to clear your head. The early afternoon sun warmed the streets as you made your way down the sidewalk.

You walked for about twenty minutes before you felt a pull. You haven't felt the slightest tug of your powers since dropping into 1942. But there it was, urging you along the sidewalk, taking lefts and rights down unfamiliar paths.

There was no sense of dread or anxiety this time, only anticipation. There was a buzzing in your ears, and it sent a shiver down to your fingertips.

You stop in front of a diner, the smells from inside are inviting, and your stomach rumbles, but the pull isn't here. It's across the street.

When you reach the sidewalk on the other side of the road, a man bumps your shoulder hard as he comes out of an alleyway.

"Watch it," he grumbles. You roll your eyes at his retreating form.

The urge to turn down the alley is strong. This must be the palce. It seems all too familiar now. Just like how you met Stephen. The further down the alley you go, you notice a boy, laying on his side, huddled in on himself.

Rushing to his side, you reach out, "Hey, kid, you ok?" Before you can touch his shoulder to make sure he's conscious, he turns over. Face beat pretty badly. Blood leaks from his nose, and a cut above his eye seeps blood down his dirty face.

You gasp. It can't be.

He coughs as he sits up, coming face to face with you. You notice a split lip as he scrubs the sleeve of his shirt under his nose to wipe the blood away. He looks a little embarrassed now that you look at him.

Those bright blue eyes avoid your gaze. When he tries to get up, you snap out of your trance. "Hey, whoa. Slow down," You brace your hands on his shoulders. He's so much smaller than the last time you saw him. Much smaller.

His clothes are a little too big, you notice. His shoes almost slip from his feet as he tries to get them under him to stand. You forget he grew up poor, barely scraping by in a tiny apartment he shared sometimes with his best friend.

"I- I'm fine," he winces as he sits back down. "Really, you don't need to trouble yourself, uh, ma'am," his eyes sweep your form and then widen at what you're wearing. "You should see the other guy."

You roll your eyes at him. It's just pants.

Name's y/- Charlotte. People call me Charlie," You stick your hand out for him to shake.

His hands are boney, fingers long and thin as they wrap around yours. He ducks his head, dirty shaggy blond hair falling on his forehead.

"Steve. Steve Rogers."

You want to laugh and say, well duh, Stevie, of course. But you refrain. Suppressing the urde to tell him everything, you give Steve a tight-lipped smile, pulling your hand back, and you examine his face again. Hopefully, he doesn't have any broken ribs or worse.

"C'mon, let's get you cleaned up. Maybe get you to the ER," you take Steve's arm and lift him up to stand. If he's surprised by your strength, he doesn't show it.

He shakes his head, "No, really ma'am -" "-Don't call me ma'am -" "-I'll be fine. This happens all the time." Steve wiinces when he takes a step.

"Ok, Tough Guy, let me help you. Only -" You speak up when he goes to protest, "only because I want to."

You sling his arm over your shoulder. You two are about the same height.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," he says quietly.

"Steven, you call me ma'am one more time, and we're gona have a problem," you send him a look, eyebrow raised, and he nods. A blush flaring up his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

"Right, sorry," he mumbles.

Steve directs you towards his apartment building. You had to stop a few times for him to catch his breath. Once you reach the building, he stops, placing his hand on the railing and looking up the worn down steps.

"Sometimes it feels like a hundred steps," he heaves in a lungful of air, it wheezes, "other days it feels like two."

You urge him to sit. He goes willingly. "Put your head down between your knees," you sit next to him, rubbing his back. He's a lot skinnier than you thought. Touching him like this, you can feel his spine and every rib. The rattle of his breath through his body.

"That's it, slow, deep breaths," After a moment, the rattling in his chest is down to a minimum. There's a clothesline nearby with a bucket of pins in it. You grab a rag off the line, dump the pins out, and fill the bucket with some water from the spicket under the stairs.

"here," you tug his shoulder so he sits up, and bring the wet cloth to Steve's face, he winces, closing his eyes as the cold rag wipes away the blood and dirt on his face.

"Well, good news is," you say after his face is cleaned, "it's really not that bad lookin'."

When he opens his eyes, you give him a reassuring smile. "Uh, your face, I mean. It's - " You shut your mouth when he smiles, the color returning to his cheeks. He clears his throat and scratches the back of his neck.

Still the same Steve, you think. This one is just younger, smaller, and not battle hardened. At least not by war.

Steve looks up over his shoulder to the apartment you assume is his, "My friend and I live up there," he nods, "he should still be at work, though."

"Want me to help you inside? No broken ribs or anything?"

Steve stares at you for a moment, eyes searching your face, then down to his hands, "Why are you helping me? You don't even know me. For all you know, I could be a - uh - bad person. I was in a fight."

"I don't think you have a bad bone in your body, Steve," you duck your head to catch his eye. His one eye is starting to swell. You hum, "maybe you should put some ice on that."

Steve nodded but didn't make a move to leave. You just smile encouragingly at him. He fidgets with his fingers for a long moment. "Um, thanks, Charlie." You place your hand over his.

"Don't mention it, Tough Guy."

The two of you sit in comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying the afternoon sun as the both of you sat on the back stoop.

There were footsteps approaching around the building, and the next moment, Bucky Barnes turns the corner. He's young and handsome. No trauma from war or being the Winter Soldier. There's no haunted look in his eyes when he looks from you, to Steve, and then down at your hand over his.

There's a sparkle in his crystal blue eyes, mischievous and knowing. "well, Stevie, if I woulda known you were bringin' a dame home, I woulda stayed gone," his smirk is all teeth, he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as he eyes you.

You scoff and roll your eyes at him. Show off.

Then Bucky seems to notice Steve's beat up and bruised face because he rushes forward and kneels down before him. Bucky's hands fly to Steve's face as he examines the damage.

"Jesus, Steve, what happened now?" his eyes are sad and knowing. You notice they are very expressive as they scan over Steve's face. Then he loks at you, and the bloody rag in your hand. "Thanks for bringin' him home, dollface."

The nickname makes heat rise up your chest, "Uh, don't m-mention it," you breathe out.

Steve and Bucky seem to be having a silent conversation with their eyes. Something you witnessed once, a lifetime ago, it seems.

You shot up from the steps, "I- I should go," you step backward as you talk, feet shuffling in the dirt. Bucky and Steve look up at you as you shuffle away. "My brother is probably wondering where I got off to, y'know," you laugh awkwardly, hands fidgeting with the cuff of your shirt sleeve.

Bucky stands, a hand goes through his short cropped hair, a sly smirk on his face, and his other slaps down on Steve's shoulder. The latter winces a little.

"Let me take you out, as thanks," he shrugs one shoulder when you just blink at him. "For helping Steve." You see Steve slump forward, a frustrated sigh leaving his split lips. He groans out Bucky's name, a pleading look in his eyes.

Bucky is still waiting on an answer when you look back at him, "I don't even know your name," and you shrug, "but it's ok, I'll pass."

"What?" Bucky and Steve say at the same time. You laugh. The look on their faces is priceless. You're certain Bucky doesn't get rejected often, if ever.

You back away, smiling, "it was nice to meet you, Steve," you give him a wink. "See you around, maybe."

Before you go to turn around, "James. Friends call me Bucky," he says, hands in his pockets. That damn smirk on his lips again.

"What kinda name is Bucky? See you later, boys," you see Steve hide a laugh behind his hand, his eyes sparkling with mirth. You wink at him again. You quickly turn the corner and wish your powers would come back so you could portal to Howard's. You can hear them throwing jabs at each other as you get further away, Steve trying not to laugh too hard at Bucky being rejected.

When you enter the mansion later, you collapse onto the floor in the foyer. You heave big gasping breaths as you lean on your hands. Tears spring to your eyes, and you can do little to stop them from spilling over. You didn't think seeing Steve again - or Bucky - would make you as upset as it does. The last time you saw them, you were fighting against them with Tony.

Your heart thuds painfully at the reminder of Tony and him being in space on an unknown, barren planet. Makes you sick to your stomach. You hope Stephen and Peter are okay. Stephen would have no problem getting them all back to earth with his Mystic Portal.

Child's play, Stephen would say. You laugh wetly, more tears streaking your cheeks.

"What is with all the -" Howard steps into the foyer, halts when he sees you crumpled on the floor. "Y/N! What happened?" He's at your side in a few long strides.

Steve feels like he's been struck by a cab. Your departure leaves him breathless, and he can't even blame it on his asthma this time.

Bucky turns on his heels to face Steve, the same far-off look in his eyes. Steve might feel his stomach drop, but he doesn't say anything. He just pulls himself up and begins the climb to his apartment.

"Stevie," Bucky calls, "Who was that broad?" Bucky scrambles up the steps to crowd behind Steve as they ascend.

Steve shrugs, "dunno, she found me in that alley - the one across the diner y'know - and she helped me home. She didn't have to, but she wouldn't take no for an answer." Steve smiles, "thought she'd knock my head in if i refused. Almost did when i kept callin' her ma'am." What Steve doesn't say is who knows how long he would have been in that alley if you hadn't come along.

Steve finds the key to his place, unlocking the door, though there isn't much to steal even if he did leave it unlocked.

Bucky follows Steve inside, closing the door behind him and hanging his jacket on the coat rack. "Stevie," Bucky tries to press. Steve lets out a huff as he collapses on the old, worn-out couch.

"Buck, you met her for three minutes, and she turned you down. Charlie's probably not interested."

Bucky plops down next to Steve, a wolfish grin on his face, "she's going to say yes, just you wait. She just doesn't know me yet." All Steve does is roll his eyes.

You were curled up in your bed, a warm cup of tea between your hands. Courtesy of Jarvis. Howard sat next to your legs, a concerned look on his face that refuses to leave, no matter how many times you tell him you're fine.

He had to scoop you up off the floor and bring you upstairs to your room. It took you a while before the sobs subsided to quiet sniffles. You quietly told him about the encounter with Steve and James, saying that the two of them together triggered a panic attack you weren't aware was going to happen. All because of what happened in Siberia.

Howard nodded along, giving you soft, encouraging words whenever you would pause. He took the empty tea cup from your hands, placing it on the nightstand. he waited a moment more, searching for any lingering signs of tears or heartache.

He clears his throat, "Maybe you should look for a way back to your time, honey," he says quietly. His eyes dart away from yours when your head snaps up.

"But-"

"I know," his reassuring smile is sad and doesn't reach his eyes. "Maybe you just need the closure of seeing Tony okay," It's hard for Howard to talk about his son he doesn't have, only knowing about him from the stories you've told.

"What about you?"

"You need to stop worrying about everyone ese, Y/N. And worry about yourself."

You sigh. It feels like a weight is lifted off your shoulders, "I'll think about it, ok?"

Howard nods, his hands falling on top of yours and then squeezing, "Get some rest, kid."

#the way back #mcu fanfiction #mcu imagine #steve rogers #bucky barnes #howard stark

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parisbytaylorswift · 4 months ago

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My F-1 Trillion thoughts

TLDR: The slow songs are better, I love Dolly, and most of these did not need to be features

Wrong Ones (Tim McGraw): VERY stadium country. Not totally my thing but I respect it. If this is setting the stage for the rest, I hope the features deliver.

Finer Things (Hank Williams Jr.): Oh. Definitely not my thing. Sounds like a Florida Georgia Line song. That’s not a good thing. Could’ve been a lot better with a more toned-down acoustic production style. I guess this is the pseudo-title track for the album? I like the album title on it’s own but I hope this song isn’t representative of the whole thing.

I had some help (Morgan Wallen): I’ve heard this one before, and yeah, I really don’t like Morgan Wallen. If it hadn’t been a feature, I think I could at least accept this a fun catchy pop-country song. But I really don’t think Posty needed the “help” on this one.

Pour Me a Drink (Blake Shelton): Post’s voice works so well for a country song, I just don’t understand why there’s so many unnecessary features on this album. This could’ve been a solo song is a statement that applies to most all of these. That said, lyrically, it’s a fun blue collar anthem. . . being sung by a The Voice judge. It’s just hard to take Blake Shelton seriously when we tries to do these blue collar anthems, and feels appropriating

Have the Heart (Dolly Parton): DOLLY CAN DO NO WRONG. THIS is a well used feature. Very rhinestone cowboy reminiscent. This is Taylor Swift’s cowboy like me without the criminal activity and with a much more hopeful sound.

What Don’t Belong To Me: FINALLY. A solo track. Post sounds great on these more personal ballad style songs. A great catchy ear worm chorus is a staple of his, and this is that! There’s no mistaking this for a Post Malone song, even with a genre change-up. I like the true to form songwriting style.

Goes without Saying (Brad Paisley): This is a pop song with a banjo. This is gonna be on country radios for a long time, isn’t it? The new unavoidable Brad Paisley song I guess. Not terrible or anything, just okay.

Guy for That (Luke Combs): THIS DIDN’T NEED TO BE A FEATURE!!! More stadium country okayishness.

Nosedive (Lainey Wilson): It sounds good when Post slows down!! The more emotional ballads of this album are the best parts. I can see this being used in a blockbuster romance movie soundtrack based off a Nicholas Sparks book.

Losers (Jelly Roll): 10 years ago this would’ve been used in a Disney movie about middle school bullying. In 2024, teenagers are going to bully sing this AT the losers sitting in the back of football bleachers.

Devil I’ve Been (Ernest): She fixed him! (Really she did!) Unfortunately his friends are still demons.

Never Love You Again (Sierra Ferrell): Slow songs are great!! Do this more!! The slow bass line works great here.

Missin’ You Like This (Luke Combs): Luke Combs again? Really? The slowed down wistful love song is nice here, but really, really, didn’t need to be a feature.

California Sober (Chris Stapleton): Another feature done really well. The harmonizing route with both their voices is great compared to the alternating style on other tracks. Stapleton and Post’s voices are great together, and makes for a really fun sound.

Hide My Gun (HARDY): Again, the slower songs are the best ones here for letting Post really shine for who he is. Also, murder!!!

Right About You: I love a good song title pun (Kacey Musgraves’ Space Cowboy you are beloved), the ‘right/writing about you’ bit here is very appealing. It lands well, and it’s a fun love song about being famous for your heartbreak.

M-E-X-I-C-O (Billy Strings): YEEHAW!!!!!! A ridiculous story song is always fun! Hell yeah man take her daddy’s money and blow it in Vegas and get shot out of chapel alongside Elvis on your way to Mexico!

Yours: Sounds like an early 2000s post-9/11 sad country song to be made with a sad sepia filtered music video. But! I do respect the lyrics and everything Post did with it. There isn;’t really anything wrong with sounding twenty years ago is twenty years ago was good. Just glad this album didn’t get a Toby Keith feature.

#post malone #f-1 trillion

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blackhakumen · 1 year ago

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Mini Fanfic #1169: Roy V. Alucard (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

10:21 a.m. at Smash Town's Local Park.........

Roy: (Places his on the Table and Shows Off his Crunch Up Looking Habd with a Cocky Smirk on his Face) Alright, gramps! Since you're centuries years old, allow me reintroduce you to the Essence of Arm Wrestling. It's-

Alucard: A sport that tests the two competitors' strengths as well as how long they could endure their grip for every passing second until one of them eventually gives in. Is that correct?

Roy: (Stares at the Vampire Fpr a Brief Second Before Clicking his Teeth a Little) Okay, so maybe you do have some actual knowledge in ya.

Alucard: (Forms a Small Smirk) Naturally. I spent almost my entire youth learning about various sports and customs the outside society has to offer at the time.

Roy: (Starts Nodding a Bit) Hm. Not bad. (Starts Smirking Again) For the oldest nerd in town.

Ludwig: (Standing Next to Where his Brother is Sitting) Roy.

Roy: (Casually Shrugs) Hey, I'm just saying it like it is. Besides, It's not too surprising considering you're his even nerder student.

Ludwig: I considered that a formidable honor. (Rolls his Eyes) Its far better than being a competitive brute.

Roy: ('Heh') You missin' out. (Uses his other Arm to Flex his Muscles) Cuz this brute has more skills than your egg shaped brain could ever hope of obtaining.

Ludwig: And yet those skills of yours hardly ever saved you from getting below average grades from most of the classes you've took thus far.

Roy: (Rolls his Eyes in Annoyance) So I got few C's, D's, and only one measly F a year or two ago, big freaking deal! I could easily get better grades this year coming up.

Ludwig: (Crosses his Arms) Oh you will. Because we are going to start tutoring you once we go back to the academy in the next few days.

Roy: ('Groans') Come on, bro, I don't need a tutoring sess- Wait, we?

Ludwig: Master, Grandmother, and I

Maria: (Smiles Brightly at Roy) Your father has requested us to help tutor you for the foreseeable future~

Roy: (Couldn't Believe What He's Hearing) You're kidding.

Alucard: (Simply Nodded) It's the truth. He also wanted us to inform you that he will not hesitate to forbid you from participating in any scheduled wrestling matches if you decline our assistance.

Roy: (Facepalms Himself While Groaning Some More) ('Ugggh') Seriously, pops!?

Ludwig: (Shrugs) What more can we say? They were all his demands, not ours.

Roy: (Rolls his Eyes Some More While Sighing in Defeat) Yeah and now I'm choking on them. So can we get this match started already or what?

Alucard: Yes, I believe we've killed enough time as it is. (Grab onto Roy's Hand) Best of luck to you, boy.

Roy: (Starts Smirking Again) ('Tch') Pretty sure only one in need of luck is you, old timer. Get ready.....Set.......GO-

'Slam'

Roy's eyes start to widen up as he slowly turns to see Alucard's hand planted down on top of his.

Roy: What the!?

Ludwig: (Watched the Quickened Scebe Full Hand) Hm. I guess that's game then.

Maria: (Happily Claps For her Lover) Well done, Adrian!~ I couldn't be more prouder of you~

Alucard: Pity. (Casually Shrugs a Bit) And here I thought I would be given more of a challenge this morning.

Roy: (Angrily Jolt himself Up and Slams his Hand on the Table) Oh don't even try gettin' cocky with me, gramps! How the hell were you able to beat me that quickly!?

Alucard: I was born with strength equal that to full fledged vampires, so it wasn't difficult to outclass yours in a merely second or two.

Roy: Oh I'll show ya outclass once I'll get you back in the next round! (Place his Elbow Back on the Table with his Hand Crunched and Sticking Out) Best one outta two and I'm counting this time, so hurry up!

Alucard: ('Sigh') If you insist. (Grab Hold to Roy's Hand) Ready when you are.

Roy: ('Tch') Better be. One......Two......THREE-

'Slam'

Alucard's hand quickly slammed Roy's down on the table once more.

Ludwig: (Points his Habd Towards his Master) Another round goes to Master Alucard.

Maria: (Happily Claps) Yay!~

Roy: (Growls in Anger Before Bringing His Elbow and Hand Back Up) Best two outta three!

Alucard: Persistent one, aren't you?

Roy: Look who's talkin'? Now, another round! Come on-

'Slam'

Alucard's hand quickly slammed Roy's down on the table once more.

Ludwig: Another point to Alucard.

Roy: DAMNIT! Another round, let's go!

Alucard: Don't you think you're setting yourself up for another inevitable outcome?

Roy: Fat chance! I'll win this one in a heartbeat-

Twenty Four Minutes of Countless One-sided Arm Wrestling Matches Later...............

Roy: (Starts Panting)

Alucard: (Raises an Eyebrow) Let me guess: Another round?

Roy: Damn straight..........(Exhaustedly Bring his Elbow and Hand Back Up) Put 'em up.

Ludwig: ('Sigh') Just give it a rest already, Roy. You're clearly starting to tired out now.

Maria: (Starts Getting Worried) Do you need refreshments of any kind, dear?

Roy: I'll pass for now......(Uses his Other Arm to Wipe the Sweat Off his Forehead Before Pointing at his Brother) And I ain't throwing in the towel just yet!

Alucard: I would be lying if I say your determination isn't somewhat admirable. But I don't believe there's any shame of admitting defeat eventually.

Roy: ('Tch') Yeah, for losers. I'm a Koopa! And the Koopas don't quit until victory gets snatched by our big, grubby hands!

Ludwig: Is that the motto father made? (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) I could've sworn it was something different.

Roy: Nah that's the motto Junior made last year. As bratty as he is, that kid has heart.

Maria: (Gently Places her Hand on her Chest) Aww~

Ludwig: (Proudly Nodded at his Youngest Brother's Motto in Silence)

Alucard: Indeed. ('Sigh') Very well. Let us do one more round. (Grab onto Roy's Hand Once More) Sounds reasonable?

Roy: (Grins Competitively) Sounds good to me.

As Roy starts counting down to five, Alucard stares at him and begins to reminisce on his childhood years and how determined he was in besting the Master Librarian in a game of chess. He was far from the best player in the world and it took him years until he eventually got a win or two, but his unyielding determination was present throughout his trivial journey to victory and to the fire of passion burning in his opponent's eyes has brought something to the Dhampir had yet to feel, pride.

So, rather than adding yet another win to his tally, Alucard decides dial down on his vampire strength enough to let Roy give it his all in their final bout until eventually......his hand brought his down onto the table, much to his apprentice/ newly found grandson's surprise.

Ludwig: Roy, you.....finally beaten Alucard.

Maria: (Happily Applauds the Winner) Congratulations, dear!~

Roy: (Eyes Begins to Widened) I won? (Lowers his Shades Down to See his Hand Down on Top of Alucard's on the Table) Holy Crap.....I did it.(Starts Smiling) I actually did. (Jolt Himself Up From his Seat and Pump his Fist Up into the Sky) I FUCKING WOOOOOOOON! HEY EVERYONE, I'VE DONE IT! I BEAT THE PRINCE OF NIGHT OR WHATEVER AT ARN WRESTLING!!!

Before starts questioning who's Roy screaming at, a group of cheerleaders and his fellow wrestling classmates came out of a few bushes, running towards their winner and cheering in rejoice.

Maria: Oh my.

Ludwig: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) They were watching us this entire time?

Roy: Yep. I posted about our Arm Wrestling Match on the Wrestling Club Page long before we got here. Now let's go, folks! (Takes a Back Dive onto Many of his Classmates' Palms) We're heading to the Waffle Joint, breakfast on me!

The classmates and cheerleaders cheer once more and chanting the pharse " Roy's Our Boy!" before heading off to the restaurant together, leaving the more intelligent trio behind.

Ludwig: (Watches the Crowd Leave with his Brother Before Letting Out a Sigh) Seems like I'm never going to hear the end of this any time soon.....

Alucard: Let your brother celebrate his victory for now, Ludwig. (Forma a Small Smile on his Face) He earned it.

Maria: (Giggles a Bit) Admit it. You let him win there, didn't you?

Alucard: Perhaps I did. And perhaps maybe I saw a tiny bit of myself into him for brief moment and decided to give one of my faithful grandsons a bone for once.

Ludwig: You're really taking this grandparent role to strive, aren't you, sir?

Alucard: (Simply Nodded with a Small Sincere Smile on his Face) Naturally. I promised myself that I would fulfill that role to the Smash Family and I attend om doing so until the bitter end.

Maria: (Happily Hugs Ludwig) Me too!~ It has always been one of my dreams to form and be part of a larger family and from tis day forward, I shall become the grandmother who will give you all the love and guidance each of you need, as well as spoiling you rotten to the core~ (Starts Kissing on Ludwig's Cheek)

Ludwig: (Chuckles Ticklishly by Maria's Kisses) Really don't have to go out of you way to do all that, but.....We truly appericate it all the same.

Alucard: Much obliged. Now. (Finally Gets Himself Up From his Seat) I wonder where we get breakfast from this time around......

Maria: How about that Waffle place Roy mentioned? He would be so happy to see us pay him a visit.

Ludwig: (Rolls his Eyes) I'm pretty certain he'll be too occupied to even notice we step inside. How about we head to LeBlanc Café instead? (Starts Walking Away From the Park Along with his Appointed Grandparents) I've heard from Futuba that Mr. Sojiro has finally serving a few breakfast meals in there, even curry.

Alucard: They serve a plate of curry in the middle of the morning?

Ludwig: ('Sigh') Those two have been obsessed with that meal for so long that it's no surprise that they would do this sort of business tactic.

Maria: Like father, like daughter~

@cyber-wildcat

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#super smash ultimate #castlevania symphony of the night #roy koopa #alucard #ludwig von koopa #maria renard #arm wrestling #humor #sweet family moment #fluff #alucard and maria are good grandparent figures

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blazregaliadream · 2 years ago

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Undead Lyn AU + FEH Unit Concept

Sometime after leaving Caelin to the care of Marques Hector, Lady Lyndis would venture to find her friend that she had found on the wayside once upon a time. She would travel across Elibe, but no matter where she looked, her friend was nowhere in sight and no one seemed to know what became of them. Regardless, Lyn continued her search, leaving behind Elibe and would search across several worlds. At an unknown point, death would claim her after succumbing to the fatal wounds she sustained from an ambush. But she wouldn't rest. No matter what, she wanted to see her friend again, no... She had to see them again... The Sacaen's mutilated and defiled corpse stirred, materializing ghostly limbs where her arms had originally been cut off, a new blade materializes to the opposite side of the Mani Katti and Sol Katti she's kept on her for so long, and so, her journey resumed once more. But eventually, she would forget why she strayed so far from her homeland, her world, and would be reduced to a phantom husk, haunting areas that reminded her of the plains, killing anyone unfortunate enough to run into her. People would call her “The Wind Scarred Wraith”, wielding a blade that harvested the souls of all she slayed, and though her eyes remained shut, some could feel a faint sense of sadness from her, as if she's still desperately trying to remember what she had forgotten, what was missing from her now hollow "afterlife"... ============================================================ Lyn Wind Scarred Wraith A Sacaen noblewoman that wandered the Outrealms searching for her long lost friend. She never gave up in her search, but eventually she forgot why she was wandering in the first place. Appears in Fire Emblem: Awakening. Sword - Infantry Weapon - Reaping Katti [Mt. 16, Rng 1] Accelerates Special Cooldown (-1). If unit's HP ≥ 25%, grants +7 Atk/Spd during combat and also, when unit deals damage to foe during combat, restores 7 HP to unit. Special - Harvesting Winds [Cooldown 3] Boosts damage by 30% of unit's Spd and heals by 40% damage dealt. Passives A - Distant Solo A/S B - Persistent Hunter Inflicts Spd/Def-4 on foe during combat. If a skill compares unit's Spd to a foe's or ally's Spd, treats unit's Spd as if granted +7. If unit's Spd > foe's Spd, reduces damage from attacks during combat and from area-of-effect Specials by percentage = difference between stats x 5 (max 50%). Neutralizes effects that prevent unit's follow-ups and guarantees foe's follow-ups. C - Fatal Blow After combat, inflicts【Deep Wounds】and deals 7 damage to foe and foes within 2 spaces of target after combat. ============================================================= This was an old concept I shared with friends a year or so back that I came back to revitalize. Amusingly even with the state of FEH’s meta, I’m still holdin’ myself back when it comes to how much shit I put in my unit concepts lol The AU itself was made from a dream I had where I was in some unknown world, didn’t seem to be Elibe, and out in the fields was Lyn who would start chasin’ after me anytime I got near her, but would never pursue beyond the plains and forest area. Like FFXV’s Gilgamesh, she was missin’ both arms, but was able to materialize ghostly ones to handle her weapons. I distinctly recalled that her eyes were actually missin’ but the eyelids were shut too, and she never seemed to utter a single word. It was pretty unnervin’ to say the least tho, I dunno what happened for her to wound up in that state, but I couldn’t help but feel as sad as I was scared... Anyway, that’s all, I hope you enjoyed this. I had wrote up dialogue for her, but maybe she’s better off silent to add to the fear factor... Also, she would count as both a FE7 and FE13 unit since she also wears her Swordmaster outfit from her DLC Einherjar self in Awakening!

#blaze's cringe ideas #lyn #lyndis #fire emblem #fire emblem blazing blade #fire emblem heroes #feh

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ilbound · 1 year ago

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closed. / @wastelandsrunaway

❝ Soooo , ❞ Kaen ( rudely ) snatches the book out of their long-time friend’s hands , popping their head into frame and giving her a POINT LOOK with blue hues peering over the rim of their glasses. ❝ When were ye gonna tell me ‘bout t h i s , huh ? ❞ In place of the book , Kaen drops a missing poster into Angel’s lap. Although weathered and worn , her image and name is still rather PLAINLY IMPRINTED upon the parchment’s tattered face , alongside a reward for return. Before she can start making up excuses , Kaen holds up a scarred hand , ❝ Hey , Ah dun’ really care , but it woulda been n i c e o’ ye ta’ tell me tha’ people’re lookin’ fer ye , tha’s all. ❞ They sigh as they plop down into a chair nearby , crossing their arms , huffing a laugh , ❝ Ah guess tha’ means we’re both in th’ same fucked up boat , huh ? Considered missin’ but dun’ really wanna be found. ❞

There’s a silence that follows , Kaen’s gaze settled on the poster for a good few moments before they look up again to Angel , giving her a reassuring smile. ❝ This ‘s jus’ e’en more o’ a reason fer us ta’ stick t’gether , ❞ They say , leaning forward in their seat , eyes bright , ❝ An’ if no-one’s got us , we at least got each other , right ? ❞ It’s going to be a sure-shot for TROUBLE , but that’s never stopped either of them afore.

#❧ ⸺ how can ( queue ) say there is no story here ? ❞#❧ ⸺ ch. kaen | threads ❞#❧ ⸺ ch. kaen | verse ix: trigun ❞#wastelandsrunaway #you cannot sit there & tell me these two don't know each other #don't even bother #you: hit me with what you got... softly #brother you compare me to *knives* & say i should do smth *softly* ?#KEKW #anyways this is generic bc you didn't give me a direction sooo if you want smth different punch me in the face

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sems-diarie · 6 months ago

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fem!reader x deku + fem!reader x katsuki

“you know, izuku,” katsuki pretends a somber mood when he says it. he tries to hide the way his mouth desperately wants to curl into a cruel smirk.

“you’re fucking sick,” the blond hero spits. deku’s eyes go wide, his broad shoulders squaring.

“she’ll hate your twisted guts when she finds out,” katsuki continues. “she’ll be humiliated, you perverted fuck. probably won’t speak to your sorry ass for weeks.”

“poor idiot might even come crying to me about it, and what else am i s’posed to do ‘cept let her weep it out? should i tell miss thing the number one hero milks his dick to her like a fucking rabid animal?”

deku whimpers. flat out whimpers at the implication, at the outright admission. he squeezes restlessly at the roots of his bushy green curls. “you choose now of all times to be a snitch?!”

“i’ll show you a snitch, you dirty, fist-fucking—,”

“i’m not..! you don’t understand, kacchan.”

deku takes a breath, straightening up and daring to look his life-long best friend in the eye. even after having been caught with a.. cum-filled flashlight of their sweet, unassuming third. “she’s—amazing, a super capable and strong and admirable hero,” he squeaks.

katsuki doesn’t miss a beat, “oh, so that’s why you fuck that raunchy fleshlight and cum buckets in it like a monster? i mean, who even approved this shitty fucking design? you’re humping yourself dumb and sobbing when you cum dry—because she’s cool.”

izuku is steaming, whistling out and crimson at the ears while katsuki berates him. his brother rants at him—izuku is gross, and the prissy princess would choke izuku out on her own when katsuki tells her. katsuki even flat out laughs; at some point, the blond hero scans deku’s mortified tears and just cannot hold it together even one second longer. katsuki nearly doubles over with the weight of benign joy, barking out heartily. right in izuku’s face.

“s’not funny,” izuku pouts, eyebrows pinched tight. “you’re nothing but a dickhead.”

“if she has any good sense, she’ll find you as laughably pathetic as i do,” katsuki offers. the man grins, even, when he says it. all teeth, all fang, and a pink tongue. “god, maybe you should thank her? i’ll bet she gets you through your week like nothing else, pervert. bet you pull up your text messages with her while you fuck your favorite little toy? you’re a sen-ti-men-tal kind of freak, deku. how long have have you even had that thing?”

“oh, i’ll bet you know all about sentimental items, kacchan.”

katsuki jerks straight up, pointing a finger at deku’s freckled face. “shut your mouth—!”

izuku squares his jaw, hotly holding katsuki’s gaze with his own wild eyes. “i saw you take her panties last week. stole ‘em right out of her drawer, didn’t you?! and for what, i can only imagine. would you fill in that blank for me, please? for all of us?”

“and you were so comfortable about it, hm?” deku pushes and pushes and pushes. “didn’t sweet thing say somethin’ about her clothes goin’ missin’? hm? she’ll be happy to know this noble hero c-caught the dirty sicko!”

izuku has the nerve to lament, to look mournful and puppy-like when digs the knife into katsuki further. “she’ll be devastated to know it was her favorite hero of all time, stealing pocketfuls of her cute little panties to wring his balls in—,”

katsuki glares through deku’s skull. his pouty lips pucker tight, like a sour taste has wrung his tongue. his cheeks flame pink with splotches. he grinds his teeth together for a second or two, so caught up in all the different ways he could gouge deku’s eyes out—but catches himself.

“fine.” katsuki breaks bread.

a single, deep breath. on both ends.

“we’re both..,” katsuki starts again.

“we’re just..,” izuku clicks his tongue. wracks his brain a bit before he sends katsuki a bright, sheepish smile. “members of the fan club. some really, really intense… members…”

katsuki scoffs.

“right. that’s what we are. more intense than most, i suspect.”

the two of them shift uncomfortably in light of these new revelations about each other. silently, they eventually find themselves cursing you—misguidedly, of course.

“i mean,” katsuki coughs to clear his throat, “that piece of plastic was so fucking full, man. how’d you fill it so damn deep? there was a fuckin’—a fuckin’ puddle on the floor beneath it! a filthy fuckin’ puddle of your hot, slimy jizz, deku. and why was the hole fucking gaped open?!”

“enough, katsuki!”

“some fan boy you are,” katsuki snorts. “i’m just surprised you didn’t break the stupid thing.”

izuku shifts silently under katsuki’s watchful eye. the man’s knees fall open as he adjusts his seat at the trough of his bed. katsuki stands, rather icked, a few feet away.

“…i—,” deku clears his throat. “the—eee, um. the handle is broken. i fear i might have to return for a n-new one.”

“twisted fuck,” katsuki shakes his head at the man before him. blond eyebrows raise high as katsuki grins monstrously. “usin’ all that strength on a pocket pussy? i’ll never let you get your hands on her.”

katsuki is quiet again, for a beat. deku has just enough time to resent the accusation—he’d never break you. you know that—you mock izuku for being so thoroughly gentle with you all the time.

and then katsuki asks, “when do you think you’re gonna go?”

deku hangs his head, silently howling in an inconceivable amount of humiliation. “i was.. on my way out before you stormed in like a—like some kinda bat from hell.”

katsuki blinks. “on your way out with a pile of nut on your bathroom floor?”

“it’s—the shop’s not, uh, far. not when i fly, anyways.”

“flying for some pocket pussy,” katsuki repeats.

izuku’s chest clenches tight when his beloved homeboy sounds less surprised at the confession; instead, the grunt katsuki makes is one of a man whom of which has had his brilliant suspicions and inferences confirmed.

“how the fuck are you so pussy whipped without the pussy?”

“shut up,” izuku snaps. “put ur boots back on if you’re coming.”

pro hero deku has a fleshlight of you. it’s off brand hero merch from some shady corner of his city. it had caught him by surprise, he hadn’t been looking for it.

well, izuku hadn’t been looking for a fleshlight with.. you on it. it’s a tasteful design—he blames that, of all things, when he decides to slap a one hundred dollar bill on the register and scurry away without making eye contact with anyone.

snooping around where he shouldn’t be, katsuki finds it—used, dear god!—and threatens to tell you, their beloved, angel-dearest friend, about it every time deku does something to even mildly piss him off.

#izuku midoriya x reader #izu <3 #mha <3

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in-the-pocket · 2 months ago

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"do you like dry burgers or wet burgers?"

Pippa was already feeling her palms sweat. It was probably withdrawals kicking her in the ass. She was still adjusting to this whole ' small town ' thing and not drinking her woes away was an important part of the adjusting. This man, Thistle as he'd said, had been patient enough to explain the intricacies of the simple town to her. Who knew small town life could be so city-like with the chatty Cathies?

Her tinnitus was acting up, a constant, dull ringing clouding her right ear; the ear closest to cymbals. ' Middle C' , she thought to herself. ' The fuckin' ringing is in fuckin' middle C. '

Oddly enough, Thistle's voice cut through the ringing just enough for her to process the grouping of words. 'Do, you, like,' okay, got it. 'Dry, burgers,' got it. 'Or, wet, burgers?' Ay, wait-

She shook her head and looked at him as if the words would clear up somehow. But judging by the somewhat playfully serious look on his face, she'd heard just fine. Small town folk were good at that, she'd noticed. Subtle facial expressions.

It was a bit of a rare sight to see her smile with teeth as of late. Her heart had the same ache as when she'd come home from her surgery, four screws holding her bones together. But there they were, her oddly white, darling teeth.

"Ay, boss-," she winced through her smile. "Sorry, Thistle. Names. Take that as a compliment at least. 'Boss' is good. Means you're straight." Her accent dragged out the strangest of sounds and her habit of defaulting to informal and oddly blunt nicknames remained. But she was trying, and that's what mattered. Right? Right.

[ Wrong. A wrong note is a wrong note no matter how hard you 'try'. From the top. ]

She blinked away the familiar, grating voice in her head. Thankfully, she was still smiling. All she had to do was focus on Thistle. His question. His absurd question. Focus. Focus. Don't drop the note.

Clearing her throat, she spoke again. "I have no goddam clue what a 'wet' burger is. We talkin' wet like juicy wet? Is 'dry' a patty cooked to shit?" She was starting to laugh at her own imagining different levels of cooked meat. Wet had pink tones and glimmered in the light. Dry looked gray and sad as hell.

"I like meat to have juice. Grease, the whole-nine. Street meat. You ever have street meat? Best meat around. No goddam clue where it comes from. I just know that stuff ain't 'dry'. Wet, yeah. I like wet."

She narrowed her little brown eyes and scrunched her nose in half-feigned disgust. "If you like dry, well done meat, you've got some screws missin'. Loony."

#ask: meme #answered #southrnweed #no actually tho you ever have street meet? its strangely perfect no matter what street its from. truly a marvel. a modern miracle.

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haleighsplacestudios · 5 months ago

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Hey u guys! So #throwbackthursday again, & as u mite or mite not know rn that means bracelets! 😁 So this week ive got the purple 1 out the purple, 🌹 gold, & gold set. Wich, yea i kinda 4got 2 mention in the last bracelet post that the there was a 🌹 gold 1.😅 I didn't even think 2 mention it cuz i completely 4got that i didn't take any pix of it!😅 My last art bloggin app dont let u post things on b-1/2 of other pple, & i didn't actually make my 🌹 gold 1. Dani did. She accidentally made hers 2 small, so instead of wastin the string that was already cut she just finished it & gave it 2 me. So yea, my bad yall.😅🤦🏻‍♀️ Anyway, this is the purple 1. Its not the last in this set obviously. @ this time i was still missin the gold but its 2 come soon.👌🏻 Ive got it now, i just mean ull c it soon.😂 Anyways i hope u like this 1, & ill c y'all hopefully 2morrow 😊👋🏻

#art #artists on tumblr #cute #small artist #artwork #seed bead jewelry #jewelry making #seed beads #beaded bracelet #beaded jewelry #beadwork #friendship bracelets #friendship #bff #throwback thursday #throwback

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rawrmeansilyindinosawr · 2 years ago

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I WANT ELLI0T PG 2 PURSU3 MOI BOTTOM HALF CUZ MOI DAD DIED

SUUUPPPPPppPPpppPPPP H0MEZZ n THEYZ N ITZ N HE HIMZ.. dissh week has been SPRING BREAK n it GOTzz meh missin vanessa hudgenzz N moi 12 YR OLD SPIRAL / ADDICTION when Her sMHExyy nudes got l33ked . but als0 that era cuz obvvv. i DO NOT mean 2 sound lik a pervert butt my best fwend defzz has been dressin ALOT lik minni3 m0use but the sexy version w n0 gloves n no bra no panties n Holes EXposed. ... . . .

i luv having SHARED SOCIAL ANXIETY b4 a bday partyyyY so we all sit on thA Stoop A Block away from the actual club venuee the bdAY partyzz at n do K n contemplate the nxt step /nxtt club hOp n blah blah blah wee wanna avoid takin a car w some randozz at tha other 1 cuz meh. SHARED SOCIAL ANXIETY... WE R ALL CONNECTED IN THE URETHA OF A UNIVERSAL VAGINA MONOLOGUE ... speaking of Daatttt i LUV POETRY READINGZZ at my grASSy KNOLL w sexy weed tht i KANT smoke cuz thts GONNA GIBB MEH AN ANXIETY ATTACK but dere is DEFZZ sum sexy moss from KATE MOSS QUEEN.. n being fahsionablyy l8 to it cuz u were lowkeY maybE highkey having sex for the 5th time in a row in just a day . I LOVE RICE WITH PIGEON PEAZ. N SPAM. ;D

iyam running out of KEWPIE MAYONAOUSE n i am ALSO running out of moi h0use in the name of FAMILY N FRIENDSHIP N COMMUNITYYyyy JUST 2 Make Sure I show support down tha bl0ck to moi fwenddd speakin at purgatory n when i runningg up tha stairs they hear moi runningg up tha stairss in moi platformzz n tell every1 on stage they hear meh by my loud big shoes cuz moi shoes r as big as the size of moi COCK 8=D . n i unintentionally meet someone moi partner asked out on a date twice n got NO both of those timez.. ;]

my TOes n neck n back crack every hour N I dink it meanzz im lik anemic and also hot n sexy cuzz i DOLLZKILLL COMMENTED ON MOI IG PIC OF MEH GOIN VROOM VROOM IN A SHMEXY RED N BLACK [MOI COLORZZ] UBER OMWW 2 A LEASING OFFICE MGMTT COMPANY IN BK WHEERE A HATIAN WOMAN SLUT SHAMED MEH 4 WEARIN LEGGINGS AS A SHIRT N MY NIPPLE PIERCING NIPPLES WERE EXPOSEDDD. but DOLLZKILL WERE LYKEE ASKIN FOR MEH TO PICK THEM UP . LIKE OMFGGGGG.. . .. ask meh 2 ModEL for u IN CALI OR SOMETHING SO I KAN FINALLY B FAMOUS N LIVE OUT MOI 10TH HOUSE FAME N POWER N INFLUENCEEEEEEEE.

i luv GOIN ALL DA WAY TO STATEN ISLAND 2 C INDONESIAN BAND PLAY DRUMZ WITH SWISS CHEEZE SYMBALSS. ;] dating a pisces is cray cuz they cRY rite when they wake up n rite after sexx n rite when u mak them coffee in da morningzz cuz they r BBYZZZZZZZ ;D

gODDDD I RLY WANNA TRAVEL ALREADYY N MAKE UP MOI MIND AB MOI CAREERR CUZZ honestly GETTIN BANNED OFF LEX TWO DAYZZ AGO WUZ KINDA THA PEAK OF MOI EXISTENCE . I Hav nVr gotten bANNED b4 but i mean tha last 2-3 reports i had on mOI account were COMPLetely normal in moi opinion i dink it defzz just wuz lik a miscommunication ab mEH wanting to throw handzz n fight this stupid bitch from henrietta hudson , explaining dat i YAM da plug with a sweet potato yam emoji , n als0 wanting 2 start a support group kalled TboyHorsedicktrauma support group 101 . iDK why ppl think im such a threat. i just look mean but im uwu BABY AF...

i luvv plannin 2 fuck at a public playground n then moi planzz fallin thru cus there 2 many KIDDOZZ out so i buy 8 dollarr cup of coffee then uber 2 moi best fwendzz rooftop to just hav seggs there in a slutty sailor outfit . ;] i THINK moi heart is also growing more n more for kuromi as i accumulate more n more thingzz of her now esp cuz i hav a baby wipe make up wipe case of HEr, more socks , a sweater hand made of her face via eyelits n safety pinzz n spikes n studzz n i actually realized i DO likee working in an office w 3 earth signs n a dog n 1 of those earth signs is also a life coach who also speaks ab body positivity [ always makes comments ab my 'petite frame and long legs'] but fat shames herself n shelly duvall n also spendzz alot of time investigating if ariana grande is actually anoreixicc. MUYYY INTERESANTEEEE N TRIGGERING LOL ;D

ITS ALMOST MERCURYRETROGRADE N I HOPE MY EX'S CUM BACK 2 MEH . WELL NOT AL LLL. just one that blocked meh in january thtt wusnt rly moi ex just a situationship that actually damaged my mental health a lot N HAD meh Convinecdd I HAD a p3RSONAality disorder but nO im just chariasmatic n LIke to feed into my partners keyboard typing fast kink.

I WISH I CULD FALL INTO A PUDDLE N NVR HAV TO GET UPP CUZ IM SO TIRED N SLEEPYY N BORED CUZ IM COMIN OFF OF A MDMA MOLLYYYYYYYY I SHULDNT HAV TAKEN I SHULD HAV KEPT CUZ IM SELLIN DEM N U DONT GET HI OFF UR OWN SUPPLY DATZ WHUT IT SAYS IN CRACK AMENDMENTZZ 101 ;[ i h8 being financially abused n then crying ab it while eating chiggen skewerzz n pad thai at klom klorm. i luv being a brat n also singing rly rly rly rly rly rly rly loud in my bedroom floor while making the bushwick version of goodnite moon w patchwork quilt fleece tht keeps faling aaprt actually cuz i didnt hav anymore glue sticks for the hot glu gun then it just rly all fell apart n it looked ugly n defz wuz not tha type of gift i wanted 2 giv out n also hav it b seen as something i believ kan be representative at all of moi as an artist or somethang. ;[

i stg if moi crushess dont get back 2 meh in a more timely mannner n actually wanna go on datez then ima hit up the trak teeam that came over the other week 2 Tylerz n ask them to take off their shirts for meh while they sweat in their david bowie clown make up n then talk ab giving each other orgiezz n accusing meh of being a lesbian which is not an accusation at AALLLLZZZZ.

im NOT CUNT AS MUCH AS I WANT 2 B CUZ IM INSECURE N SAD N KIND OF LIK THE EQUIVALENT TO A JELO GELATIN . BUT i luv u all n i need hugs cuz this mdma made meh throw up after seeing a musician at SOBS play the flute . im sad af but at least i took slutty pix in applebeezz N made a bonfire after asking strangerzz 4 they fire starter with puppydogeyezz n a pudding cup.!!:3

luv u

rennyxcx [ like charli but renny bc im obsessed n my hyperfixation on unlock it by charlixcx has been an autistic obsession the last 4 months also with soundcloud . DUH ]

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manybcdthings · 3 months ago

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"Yeah, I'm laughin'. You're gigglin'." Hunter retorted and it was childish, but it kept them both in bouts of hysterics. The vision of Mase sprinting, however, almost broke Hunter and he had to lower the tools to take a moment to compose himself. His shoulders shook with his silent laughter, hand pinching the bridge of his nose before he came back to the moment with a loud breath. "God Damn, that boy looks like he stole someone's legs at the best'a times." Hunter remarked through another escaping laugh. "Trust Ry to have a freak'a nature for a kid. Y'know them talks about the Limpies tryna have babies with machines? Well, that was Mase but with a...them long leg horses they got themselves up there. Gee-raffs."

But, Hunter was grinning at Elliot's quip, turning from his work to the shoot the same one back at the baby Cross brother. "Ya know what rhymes with trackslip? Smacked lip. That's what they gonna be callin' you." he goaded but there was no ire in his tone, a strange phenomena, really. Just as strange as Elliot trying to convince...himself? That he was decent. Or, thinking decent things about Isla Nova. Hunter clicked his tongue, getting back to work as he suppressed a chuckle. "Sure." he gruffed, elongated and amused. "You just helpin' a lil holo girl outta the good of your heart." Hunter sighed but the grin dropped when Elliot mentioned the dancer, a scowl replacing it quickly. "I ain't never paid that loud mouthed woman for nothin', every time I see her she got a damn attitude problem when I just wanna talk to her dumbass brother." which he thought he was stupid, hammering harder now against the track. "Already fuckin' met him, why I gotta keep seein' her for? B before C. Assholes. That's what the A's missin' for."

"Fuck off, you're laughin' too." He swats away Hunter's offensive finger, shaking his head all the while. Images of their other brothers running after the train still manage to cause a childish cackle from Elliot. "I told 'em they should'a taken Mase. His long legs woulda caught up with the train in no time." Some people had thought that the Crosses stole rations early on to make Ryan's son grow like a beanstalk. Turns out, his mother's family had freakishly tall people going back to earth years. Now it's the younger Cross's turn to scowl. "Shut up. No they don't. You're just annoyed they're gonna be callin' ya trackslip real soon." Another shit-eating grin makes it's way onto Elliot's smug face as they continue working.

Bullet maintenance isn't exactly a walk in the park, but track repairs are easier compared to engine repairs. And Elliot never minds being assigned a shift with Hunter. At least, not usually. "No." His tone is emphatic as he hammers the rail a bit harder than necessary. "I'm thinkin' about gettin' her back up top safely. 'Cause I'm decent, Hunt." Okay, sure, he's thought about that ad with the dancing and her turning around and– "Sides, she's just down here for her family." His brows pull together in annoyance at the memory. God Damn. He'd never said a quieter or truer phrase than that. "Or 'cause he don't want her catching a Wardie disease from breathin' the same air as ya." Now he cackles again before waving a hand. "Anyway, you go see that HoneyBee dancer again? You better not be takin' extra RATs to pay her to shake her ass in your face."

#huntercrosschat #interactions; hunter and elliot 001

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madebycoffee · 2 years ago

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While I was mooching off the Onsen's heat, I met someone else who was simply visiting the moutain- Savannah! I swear she looks super familiar but I can't place it. Anyway, she told me her summer had been really hot but had fizzled out (lame). A friend of hers told her that it'd be good to "get away from it all." ANYWAY I filled her in on all the stuff I'd found that was hella fun to do around town. We're gonna go on a hike tomorrow to try to find one of them forest spirits! I believe in us.

#ts4 challenge #sims 4 #ts4globetrotter #globetrotter challenge #round 1: mt. komorebi #bruno saade #savannah way #!!#the friend in question that told her to get away from it all was january :)#in my mind i wrote out a whole 'january visits savannah post finale' set of posts b/c i was in missin savannah hours #alas i didn't make them #press 12345 if i should make them #also they reached 'friend' status with each other in RECORD time lmao #i literally just qed up a few actions and bAM friends #well alright then #savannah is not the only familiar face that will appear #but i think she'll be the only one that's gianlerette adjacent

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ambling-rambling · 2 years ago

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

C/W: honestly not much. Angst. Drunk reader. Softest of fluff

I started out intending to write drunk sex but ya sad bish needed something soft instead so have the first time Bucky Barnes hears I love you and the way it wrecks him.

Don't Leave Me

The two of you didn't actually fight that often, surprising as that was to some people. You supposed you couldn't blame them, what with the ex-Winter Soldier's perpetual frown and surly demeanor.

You knew better, though. He held people at arms length for a million different reasons, each as valid as the next, but the truth was, his core was all marshmallow fluff, soft and squishy.

In the six months that you'd been an official couple, you could count on one hand the number of times you'd so much as bickered. But this? This was different. A genuine fight, where you couldn't agree and neither was willing to compromise.

It was bad enough, his being gone on missions all the time, worrying about whether he'd come home at all, and what state he'd be in when he did. And now he was talking about some sabbatical back to Europe, trying to chase down memories and make some amends clear on the other side of the planet, indefinitely.

And it sure sounded like he didn't want you to come. Sure, his excuse had been that he didn't want to drag you away from your life, make you uproot everything. Part of you knew he didn't feel worthy of that kind of devotion, that he couldn't truly comprehend that he was your everything now.

But if still felt an awful lot like a rejection, and that stung.

Maybe that was why you'd gotten so drunk, just trying to ease the tightness in your chest, drown the ache in your soul with the burn of alcohol. It would have been bad enough on its own, but the fact that it was your first legitimate fight just made it that much worse.

So you'd gotten a little carried away, and Jaeger sure as shit did have a way of creeping up on you. You'd stumbled your way into the ladies' where you now sagged against a sink, though you'd forgotten to turn the water on.

"Honey, are you alright?" a voice startled you, and you spun, or tried to. You barely managed to keep yourself upright by clinging to the edge of the sink.

"Uhhhh..." Were you? Alright? What did that even mean? You weren't dying, but you felt like you were shattering into a million pieces. Surely that was just the alcohol talking, making everything extra dramatic. "No? " It came out a question, and the woman tutted softly. She was probably a little older than you, beautiful, and you found yourself half lost in the liquid brown of her eyes, hooded in deep gold eyeshadow, and the dreadlocks that framed her face.

"Can I call someone for you, honey?" she asked.

Call someone? Shit what a great idea! "Uhhh, my boyfriend," you said with a nod. "Er, well," you hedged, as the memories came flooding back in. "I think. We hadda fight." The words were slurred, and your new friend's eyes were sympathetic.

"Are you safe with him?"

Even drunk, you immediately understood the implications of what she was asking. "YES." Your response was so emphatic that she laughed a little. "We never fight like this," you said, pouting now, staring down at the toe of your tennis shoe. "Ever," you added, uncertain why you felt the need to add so much emphasis.

"Well, honey, why don't I call him for you? If he's got any brains in his head, he's probably missin' you just as much as you're missin' him."

You nodded, because Bucky definitely had brains, he was so smart, and beautiful and you just wanted to be with him always. Why did he have to make everything so fucking difficult?

Without really making a conscious decision, you unlocked your phone, open to your text conversation with Bucky. You hadn't even realized you had a slew of texts from him. It ran a course from appeasing,

I'm sorry, I just don't know what to tell you...

to irritated ,

Really? You're blowing me off?

to worried,

Okay well I deserve it. We don't have to talk but can you just answer so I know you're okay?

Y/n. Please. I'm really getting worried. I just wanna know you're alright.

You felt a little bad. You hadn't been blowing him off intentionally, you just hadn't been paying attention to your phone.

Your friend, god you really needed to ask her name, hit the dial button. Muffled through the speaker, you could nonetheless hear Bucky answer before the second ring, practically shouting your name.

"Sorry, my name's Meredith, but I've got y/n right here. She's fine, just pretty drunk. You should probably come pick her up."

There wasn't any hesitation in his promise to be there in a few minutes.

Meredith handed your phone back to you, and you tucked it away in your pocket, feeling a little guilty. You tried to stand up straight, annoyed with the way the world tilted and swayed under your feet.

"Easy there, honey. Let's go get you some water before your fella gets here."

You nod, because that seemed like a good idea. You clung to Meredith's arm as the two of you wound through the bar and the bartender handed you a glass of water. You sipped it carefully, uncertain if even that would settle. You had definitely never been this drunk before, and now that it was setting in you felt a little childish and stupid.

You heard your name and half turned. The sight of Bucky there, beautiful as ever in that leather jacket and his gloves, made you want to weep, and you sniffled.

"I was worried about you, doll," Bucky said gently, brushing one leather-clad thumb along your cheek bone.

You wanted to be mad at him, but the genuine concern in those blue eyes and the way he was hanging back, not pushing you, just made you want to fall into him.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled, not looking at him. "I wasn't tryna make y'worry." The words came out slurred and you felt petulant and nauseous and why was everything such a mess?

"You good now?" Meredith asked, drawing your gaze. You nodded. "Yeah, I'm okay," you said.

"Thank you," Bucky said softly, extending a hand to Meredith. "Genuinely. I'm glad she found you and not..." he trailed off with a helpless shrug, and it wasn't a leap to know he'd been thinking about all the creeps out there who'd love to take advantage of a drunk and vulnerable woman.

"Nothin' to thank me for. Us girls gotta stick together," Meredith said with a grin. She gave your hand a little squeeze, and then disappeared into the crowd.

Bucky sighed, turning to look at you again, ducking his head to try and catch your eye. "C'mon doll, you still so mad you can't even look at me?" he asked, with a little note of frustration creeping into his tone.

You shook your head. "Not that. I just feel...Dumb." Suddenly you were crying and you couldn't even really articulate why. Bucky looked panicked, jerking the glove off his right hand to cradle your face, applying pressure to encourage you to look up without forcing you.

"What? Why? You're not dumb, y/n..." Bucky looked perplexed, worried still as you sniffled again, scrubbing at your leaking eyes.

"You still w-want me right?" The words came out slurred and choked, and you were suddenly clinging to him, clutching at his biceps. The world was unsteady under you and you just wanted to be in bed, wrapped up with him, safe and wanted.

Bucky looked genuinely shocked. "What...y/n, of course I do. You're all I want. Why would you think otherwise?"

He was so confused you almost laughed. It was so obvious to you.

"But you d-don't want me to come to Europe with you," you pointed out, your voice a drunken whine.

"I don't...y/n, I don't want to go without you," you could see he was struggling to articulate himself, the way words so often came as a fight, caught up in his head. "I just don't feel like I can ask you to walk away from your life..."

"You're not asking! I'm offering!" you interrupted, your voice a little too high, a little too loud, even to your own ears.

Bucky looked... Inexplicably sad. He stepped a little closer, so his body was pressed to yours, bare hand cradling your cheek. "I ain't worth it, doll. And I don't want you to be an ocean away from home and not another friend in sight when you figure that out." .

You felt like you were choking. Oh, or maybe that was just the alcohol in your stomach revolting. Bucky must have read the expression on your face, because he wrapped an arm around your waist, mostly carrying you toward the door. "C'mon, let's get outside," he said.

The cold air hit you like an Arctic front, had goosebumps prickling all over your skin and a shiver running up your spine. But it served to still the boiling mess in your stomach. You knew you were drunk, that he'd probably convince himself it was just the alcohol, but you had to try.

"Please baby," you whined, clutching at him. "I don't wanna be here without you. I just wanna be with you , always. You are worth it to me." Your voice cracked when you begged "don't leave me here."

"I'm not leaving you anywhere, doll. Let's go home," he murmured. You nodded, slumping into Bucky's arms, content to let him carry you to the car.

You didn't even remember getting home, just waking up in bed, a little panicked, launching yourself toward the bathroom, your stomach revolting against the ill treatment of the night before. Bucky was there within moments, sweeping your hair back out of your face, palm smoothing down your back.

You slumped to the floor when your stomach finally settled, cool tile heavenly against your heated skin. "I'm sorry," you mumbled.

"For what?" Bucky asked, brow furrowed in confusion.

"Getting so trashed that you had to come get me. Being so extra and now...this," your lip curled in distaste as you waved a hand at the porcelain throne.

Bucky 's lips quirked in that ghost of a smile that was his most common expression of pleasure or amusement. "That's nothin' to apologize for, doll," he said dismissively.

"Shower with me?" you asked, and Bucky nodded, starting the water before helping you to your feet. You shucked out of your clothes and ducked into the shower with a low groan of relief, only too eager to wash the night off your skin. Bucky followed you in, and his hands skimmed tenderly across your body, helping you rinse off, his nose nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

You lingered like that, for too long, really. It would have been easy, so easy, to just stay like that, pretend nothing had happened, but you couldn't.

"Bucky?" you whispered, voice rough and more than a little hesitant.

"Yeah, doll?" he asked, without lifting his head, voice muffled against your skin.

"I...I meant what I said last night. I know I was drunk, but it was still the truth. I don't... I don't wanna be here without you. I don't care where you're going, if it's anywhere even sort of long term, I wanna go. I'll go anywhere Buck, just .. please don't leave me here. Don't go without me."

He drew back, cradling your face, his expression a study in internal wars, looking both miserable and infatuated. "I just don't want you bored over there, by yourself..."

"I wouldn't be by myself," you interrupted. "I'd be with you and that's all I want."

You could practically see that self deprecating smile even before it painted his lips. "That's not all you want, doll," Bucky argued, and you felt yourself huff out an irritated breath. "You have a job that you really love and friends you love going out with, not to mention the cat..."

You sighed. "All those things will be here whenever you've done what you need to. Or I'll meet new people and make new friends. People do it all the time, Buck. Mallory would take Alpine for a while if I asked her."

Whatever argument he was about to pop off with now, you silenced it, pressing a finger to his lips. "Stop telling me what I want or don't want, Buck. I just want you. I love you."

You watched the emotions play across his face like he was a projection onto a movie screen. Incomprehension, and then disbelief, giving way to awe, and then something so, so soft it had his eyes welling up with tears.

He was searching your face, as if trying to sniff out a lie, and then abruptly, his gaze jerked down, swallowing hard. You'd been together a while, slept together, built routines that were comfortable, that he adored, but neither of you had ever broached the "l" word and he hadn't let himself believe you were building something like a life together, something lasting and permanent.

"Really?" he asked weakly.

His surprise broke you. All this time, it had been clear to you, that this was something permanent, that you were building patterns you wanted to live the rest of your life in, a comfortable place to rest and be at home. Meanwhile, he'd been holding himself apart, waiting for his fantasy to end.

"Oh, Bucky," you whispered, felt yourself choking up against your will. "Yeah, I love you , so much, baby. I'm sorry I didn't say it sooner, that I ever made you wonder. I love you, Bucky Barnes, completely and irrevocably."

The arms he wrapped around you were all encompassing, squeezing you tight, with a hint of trembling. "I love you too, doll. So much." His voice was rough with emotion as he clung to you, and you clung right back, arms wrapped tight around his waist, lost in the touch so long that the water started to run cold. You whined as you hurried to wash your hair before it turned to ice and then crawled out.

Wrapped in a towel, you pressed yourself in against Bucky's side. "Does this mean you'll take me to Europe?"

Bucky almost snorted as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. "Let's be real, I wouldn't have lasted a week without you anyways."

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