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#cycling memes#that are actually just ullrichstrong and ullrich memes#i'm being serious with the directions one#jan rode the entire ending of a stage wrong#rode past a teammate twice because he took a wrong turn#tbf to him the SAG cars also followed himđ¤ˇ#jan ullrich#lance armstrong#ullrichstrong#tour de france 2001#tour de france 2003#cycling stuff#cycling
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Falling Slowly - 6
Summary: A story of love
Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader
Word Count: 1662
Warnings: Angst, people being assholes, and fluff, the start of an asthma attack
A/n: if you want to be tagged please send me an ask, Previous parts on my masterlist.
For the next few weeks you and Wanda had become really close with the boys and they had a fifth roommate you had yet to meet. But you kept going on dates with Brock and they kept giving you shit about it but he was being nice and everything he should be. Every time you would hang out with him that wasnât technically a date heâd always push to hang out with his friends instead of yours; you were afraid they would run him off anyhow. His friends were mostly his teammates which is what you expected.
âWanda how much booze do we actually need?â You and she were out shopping getting things for a girls night, which was much needed. âIsnât it just us tonight, I donât think that we will need four bottles.â
âNo, my friend from my calc class is coming I told you this. Sheâs so much fun youâll like her I promise.â She assured you, Wanda was typically right about these things.
âAlright well let's hurry up because we should clean at least the living room before she gets there so we donât look like complete slobs.â
An hour later you were back at your apartment and cleaning like crazy before Wanda got a text asking to be let up. Wanda went downstairs and brought up a very beautiful redhead.
âHi Iâm Natasha Wanda talks a lot about you.â She reaches out her hand and you take it.
âY/n. Hopefully, only bad stuff so that way you are pleasantly surprised when Iâm not that bad.â She laughed at that which was a good sign.Â
âNo, sheâs said some good stuff too.â
âOh well, I donât believe that Wanda knows how to be nice.â
âY/n, I can be nice, bitch.â Wanda defended herself.
âSee?â You said to Natasha mostly ignoring Wanda.
âWhatever let's start the movie.â Wanda stomped over to the couch as you and Natasha laughed.
The night went on and you were liking Natasha more and more and she insisted that you call her Nat. You didnât really watch the movies you mostly talked and got to know one another, for example, you learned that she was roommates with the boys, which you found odd because you couldnât imagine Natasha putting up with their bullshit. In the middle of the conversation, someone started calling you.
âY/n, you know the rules no phones unless itâs your parents or an emergency!â Wanda was slightly drunk by this point so she was yelling. So you ignored it but then it starts ringing again. âWho is it?â
âItâs Brock?â You were confused because Brock has never called you in the middle of the night. âIâm going to answer it, itâs got to be semi-important if heâs called me twice.â You got up and walked into your room. âHello?â
âWhy didnât you answer your phone?â He demanded.
âItâs girls night and we have a no phone policy, I told you this.â
âEven for the people, you're dating? I was worried.â
âBrock, whatâs wrong why are you calling?â You asked trying not to let your annoyance show.
âWow,â apparently it didnât work. âI was just calling my girlfriend to see how she was doing.â
He hadnât ever called you that before so you were unsure of how to respond. Being you, you elected to ignore it and move on.
âThatâs sweet and Iâm doing great but Iâm going to go back to girls night now.â
âNoo Y/n stay on the phone with me.â He whined.
âBrock Iâm getting off the phone goodbye Iâll talk to you tomorrow.â You wait a little bit to see if heâll say goodbye. He didnât, he just hung up. âGreat.â
âIs everything ok?â Nat asked you as you sit back down on the couch.
âYeah, he just wanted to talk to me.â
âUgh gross,â Wanda said under her breath.
âHe did call me his girlfriend though.â Which earned you a gag from Wanda.
âHas he ever said that before?â Nat asked and you both ignored Wanda.
âNo, we havenât even had that conversation yet. And he just said it out of the blue. I think he might have been drunk.âÂ
âWell, my mom always said that if a boy has to be drunk to tell you something sweet it doesnât count until heâs said it sober first,â Wanda said and you agreed. So you decided not to worry about it until he did something about it sober. Â
You and the girls enjoyed the rest of the night by getting drunk and trash-talking the shitty movies that came on Netflix.
The next morning you woke up to a really bad hangover and were not looking forward to facing the day. You went to your first class and didnât get anything done. You and Wanda were trying to keep the other in an upright position. You were pretty sure that the professor knew this but she didnât seem to care.
The next class you had you had with Brock and he sat next to you but he was in a pissy mood, and you honestly were in no shape to be dealing with it. It was a workday to catch up on any assignments you didnât have done, and when Brock opened his mouth you regretted not skipping.
âSo how was last night?â He was being passive-aggressive.
âIt was fun I had a good time with my friends.â Two could play at this game.
âWere Bucky and Sam and all them there?â So thatâs what this was really about.
âNo, it was just Wanda and our new friend Natasha which is what girls night is about, no boys.â He was silent after that until he invited you to hang out with his friends again tonight and you reluctantly agreed.
You had a four-hour break before your last class because one was canceled so you ran home and took some Advil and a nap. And it did wonders. You walked past Wanda who was getting ready for work as you walked to your next class.
You jammed the up button for the elevator three more times before returning to stare at the door. You liked taking the older elevator no one else seemed to take it and you liked not having to stop at every floor before yours. You finally heard the ding and the doors slid open, you got in and pressed the button and right before they were about to close someone slid through in the nick of time.Â
Steve stood next to you and gave you a smile which you returned. You two stood in silence as you rode the elevator to the fourth floor. Then somewhere around the third floor, the elevator stopped.
âGreat this is exactly what I need.â You pressed the button as Steve chuckled at your sarcastic remark. You smiled to yourself realizing you liked the sound of his laugh.
âMaybe it will start up again on its own.â He shrugged and you couldnât help but think about how sexy his voice was. âBut Iâll text Bucky and see if he can get help.â
âYou wonât get service.â He checked his phone anyway just in case you were wrong but you werenât. He sighed heavily and you smirked a little. âTold ya so.â
âThanks.â Steve slid his phone back into his pocket. You let out a sigh and put your backpack down and sat on the floor. Steve gave you an odd look but ended up joining you. You stared blankly at the doors and he kept looking at you.Â
Should I talk to him? Probably who knows how long weâll be in here and itâs not like we donât know each other. What would you talk about with Wanda? Probably about things that other people donât care about. God, I wish I had cell service I would text her and ask for help. Just think Y/n itâs just talking to someone pretend heâs someone else and just talk to him.
âY/n?â His voice interrupted your internal freakout. âI asked you what your major is?â
âOh, itâs early childhood studies. I want to be a preschool teacher, which ya know is totally gonna pay off my debt for college. Whatâs yours?â
âCriminal Justice. But thatâs cool, I once thought that I could be a teacher but yeah their pay isnât the best.â The conversation was a lot easier now that you stopped over-thinking it there were times when you couldnât think of a question but Steve always had one up his sleeve. It was mostly about school and what you did for work. How had you gone weeks without talking to him?
After a while, you look at your phone. âHoly shit!â
âWhat?â
âWeâve been in here for an hour. Do you think anyone has noticed that weâre missing?â
âIâm pretty sure Bucky or one of the others will notice I donât typically just not show up to class.â Steveâs reassurance was working until the lights went out. A stopped elevator wasnât ideal, you couldâve held out for a while but a dark stopped elevator was a different story. Your breathing became strained, you sat down and tucked your knees under your chin.
âAre you having a panic attack?â You had forgotten that Steve was there with you for a second. And you shook your head, remembering that he couldnât see you, you reached for your phone to turn on the flashlight but the lack of air you were getting made it more difficult than it shouldâve been.
Steve was faster than you and turned his on and you shook your head no again so he could see it this time. It was asthma. You hadnât had an attack in a long time but you knew it was because you didnât get panic attacks this badly.Â
âAn asthma attack?â Nod.Â
âOk do you have your inhaler?â You shook your head no.
#Steve Rogers x reader#steve x reader#Steve Rogers Imagine#steve rogers fic#Steve Rogers AU#marvel au#avengers au
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canât take my eyes off of you | Part 4
Pairing: Feyre/Rhysand { ACOTAR/ACOMAF series } Summary: 1950s greaser!au, pt 4/5 - Feyre gets behind the wheel, and Rhys gets under her skirt skin. Rating: Teen+ // wc:Â 1.9k
It wasnât as hard as Feyre expected, going to back to school. There were the glares from Tamlinâs teammates, Lucienâs mixed glances of pity and betrayal, and of course her ex-boyfriendâs furious avoidance of looking in her direction at all. She didnât not notice them, but she found that she didnât care. The lightness in her steps was still the same as when she ran out of the school two weeks ago, free free free. So she just kept moving, through the halls, and through the semester, like she was practically flying.
Only when that high started to lessen a bit did she notice the reason why the glares and stares hadnât progressed to anything nastier. Cassian and Azriel suddenly were in her line of sight more. Or, rather, just out of her line of sight. She only caught glimpses of their black jackets when she turned quickly enough or stole a glance out of the corner of her eye. They didnât approach her, or even look at her. They were just--there. First she grit her teeth and ignored them, then she grit her teeth and tried to catch them following her. They just seem to disappear whenever she tried, like puffs of smoke.
Another week of them trailing her like shadows, and then she finally got the drop on them. It took climbing out of the ladiesâ room window and sprinting back around to the hall to catch them loitering across from where they last saw her going inside. Stifling the gasps from her run, she cornered them quickly, tipped her chin up, and pinned them with a hard stare.
âWhy are you following me?â
Immediately they flicked a glance towards each other. When they looked her way again, Azrielâs expression hadnât changed: still stoic and uninformative. Cassian, however, was fighting a grin. She narrowed her gaze, and that made him lose the battle. With full-blown amusement, he casually answered, âHeard you were looking for a driving instructor.â
Feyre stared dumbly at him.
He raised an eyebrow, and Azriel cocked his head. She had to look twice, but somehow Feyre was starting to notice a glint of amusement in his dark eyes as well.
Realizing they were serious, she snorted. âThe Nightwings are going to give me driving lessons.â
âKnow anyone better equipped?â
âIf I want to live past my first lesson, yes.â
âSheâs not wrong,â Azriel commented dryly as he nudged Cassian, âif youâre the one teaching her.â
Cassian scoffed, and Feyre pursed her lips. She wouldnât survive learning from any of the most dangerous street racers ever to hit their small, backwater town. Her heart pounded faster, just thinking about it. Still, no one else had offered her this chance before--not her father, not Tamlin, not Lucien. This could be not just her best chance, but her only chance.
So, with caution but also certainty, she replied, âFine.â
That seemed to catch both boys off-guard. They stared at her, Azriel in curiosity and Cassian in delight. He then rattled off where they should meet for her first lesson in one short breath--as if he was expecting her to change her mind before they could make plans--before dragging a still puzzled Azriel away.
Feyre sighed as she watched them go, excitement and anticipation building as she considered what she had really just gotten herself into.
When Feyre showed up to the empty parking lot near the abandoned warehouse the following Saturday, only Cassian was there. He was grinning, and as she got closer she scowled at discovering why. He was wearing a helmet, as well as three layers of clothing for makeshift padding.
âI think Iâm more in danger of your driving habits than mine,â she sniped.
âSafety first,â he said mockingly.
Feyre just rolled her eyes before stepping around him. Sliding into the driverâs seat, she forgot about her smug instructor for a moment as she relished the feel of the steering wheel under her hands. It felt good, to be in the driverâs seat, in the position of control. She couldnât stop herself from smiling as she looked towards Cassian again.
He smiled back at her, this time without a trace of teasing. It was a genuine smile, one of understanding and camaraderie.
âYou look mighty fine behind the wheel, there.â
âIâd look better with wind in my hair,â she replied.
Cassian chuckled, then nodded. âThen letâs get to it.â
He jogged around to the other side of the car, and Feyre felt a thrill go through her, because it was about damn time.
Four weeks of lessons later, and Feyre wondered why she bothered to spend time places other than behind the wheel of a car.
âChrist,â Cassian growled as they swung back into the parking lot and halted abruptly. âI never thought Iâd meet someone with worse lead foot than Mor.â
Feyre rolled her eyes, blood still singing from the little race around town. Mor had proclaimed her a natural early on, which had made her both proud and daring. And as much as Cassian was grumbling at her now, he had been whooping just as loudly as she and Mor back on the road.
âI resent that,â Mor said haughtily from the back seat, flicking Cassianâs ear. She rode along for most of Feyreâs lessons--though not on Azrielâs days anymore, because the tension from whatever was not going on between them almost resulted in Feyre crashing into a lake--and occasionally taught her too.
âI take it as a compliment,â Feyre added, causing Mor to blow her a kiss.
Cassian groaned again, so Feyre revved the car teasingly. His hand flew out to stop her from shifting out of park, which just made her laugh.
âScaredy cat,â Mor drawled.
He flipped her off instead of responding, and though Feyre laughed, she relented and turned the car off. As they climbed out to switch places so Cassian could drive her home, she dared ask, âComing back for another round tomorrow?â
He just smiled knowingly at her, and her stomach dropped. âAh.â
âTell Rhysand hello for me,â he teased.
With a huff, Feyre grumbled under her breath, âYouâll see him before I will.â
Cassian and Morâs laughter was cut off by the sound of the engine rumbling to life and then the screeching of tires as they pulled out of the parking lot.
Her lesson with Rhys the next day went as well as any of hers with him had: fine, until he reached over to adjust her grip, or he shifted in his seat, or laughed, or made eye contact with her. Feyre grit her teeth every time she found herself distracted by him. It was ridiculous really, because he didnât appear to be even trying to make her lose her focus. Instead, he was patient and funny and clear in his instruction. That just made it all the more frustrating that it was all on her end.
Except, sometimes, when sheâd glance at him out of the corner of her eye, she would see...something. A tenseness in his shoulders, caution and car in the way he looked at her. Those little glimpses saved her from going crazy thinking it was just her who felt that something.
Two more lessons with him later, and she couldnât take it any longer. They were speeding down the middle of a one-lane road, but she slammed on the brakes regardless.
âShit,â Rhys hissed, as he braced himself on the dashboard.
Feyre just turned quickly in her seat to face him and demanded, âWhy do you keep looking at me?â
âTo make sure you donât drive us into a ditch,â he sniped back, without missing a beat.
She glared at him, even as he quirked a smug half-smile at her. Still, he was holding back from a full grin, and she grasped onto that. She wasnât going to let either of them hide behind half-truths any more.
âRhys.â
He stared at her, and she felt something in her chest unfurl, and her heart stuttered at the intensity of him. She didnât let her words stutter, though, as she pressed onward. âWhy do you keep looking at me, Rhys?â
âFeyre,â he sighed. His eyes darted away from her face. She wasnât having it. Reaching up, she grabbed his chin and forced him to face her, to continue facing her, them, this.
âRhys,â she drawled.
âI look at you,â he rasped, âbecause I canât take my eyes off you. Whenever youâre around, I canât help but look at you. When youâre not around, I close my eyes and I still see you. Your smile, your strength. You are everywhere, Feyre. I see you everywhere, and so I canât ever, donât want to ever look away.â
His voice was a whisper by the end. His eyes were closed too. Feyre smiled, and slowly leaned up and out of her seat. As her lips brushed his, she heard his breath suck in. It was the last sound she heard besides the rush of blood in her ears as the spark lit between them. Because she wasnât kissing him any longer; he was kissing her, and it set her alight. His large hands gripped her waist tight, hauling her over the console onto his lap. Feyre bit his lip in retaliation, but then his fingers found the hem of her shirt. He smoothed his calloused fingertips along her skin, and so she ran her hands through his hair, tugging his head so she could deepen the kiss and regain control.
He let her do that, and let her shrug his jacket off his shoulders, and kiss her way down and back up his neck. Rhys didnât stay idle during her exploration, through. His hands mapped her, kneading and teasing until she was breathing her name against skin over and over.
She was just about to reach for his shirt to take it off when the beep of a horn made her shriek. Rhysâ hands tightened around her waist, and she swore she heard him growl. The horn sounded again, along with a muffled, annoyed shout.
Rhys turned around, scowling, and Feyre peeked over his shoulder. A car was idling behind them, rumbling and honking impatiently. She felt a pang of annoyance herself (she did not appreciate the interruption), but before she could flip off the intruders, Rhys was moving. She yelped as he flipped her around, smoothly sliding from his seat to the driverâs. Before she even sat up all the way, he was shifting the stick and punching the gas. The tires wrenched against the rough pavement as they streaked off into the afternoon.
âRhys!â she shouted, the laughter in her voice outweighing the shock.
âBest we get somewhere private, quickly,â he yelled over the roaring engine. âUnless you wanted everyone to see us ha--â
âRhys!â she exclaimed. He shot a sly glance at her, eyes twinkling with heat and mischief. It made her stomach clench in excitement and anticipation. So one hand she intertwined with his, and the other she raised into the air, letting the wind swish and twine its way around her wiggling fingers.
Feyre whooped and felt the car thrum beneath her once, twice, before Rhys let the car go full throttle, popping the front wheels and then letting it fly.
#feyrhys#feyrhys fanfiction#feysand#feysand fanfiction#frfteam#my fanfiction#can't take my eyes off of you
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