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mikachacha · 8 months ago

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fr in need of some angst. maybe a plot where y/n (y/n gotta be taller though cause we need more stories like that 😭) is secretly in love with bada and did everything for her but bada never knew. one day, when y/n was gonna confess by giving bada a letter while visiting bebe practice. they ended up getting in an argument and y/n leaves and ends up getting in an accident. then you can make up the rest lol

ALSO SO HAPPY UR BACK <33

𝚁𝚎𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍 (𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

Synopsis: You were about to confess to Bada about how you truly feel about her but it didn't end well.

T.W.: angst, mentions of accident, death, just so much tear for this one.

(A/N: This is a femme! Bada x Masc.! Reader. And if y'all are familiar with the movie Rewind, this is kinda like that with some elements from Marry My Husband because I can't stop watching it 🥹🥹🫶🫶)

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You have always loved Bada, even when she wasn't famous yet. You have been in love with her since you were both in highschool. You did everything for her, supported her in her dreams and continued to be there for her in hopes that maybe one day she'll love you back. Hoping that maybe someday, she'll accept you and the love you have for her.

You took off your helmet as you arrived at the studio where Bada and the rest of team Bebe are practicing. You planned on giving a letter to Bada, confessing your feelings to her but your plan was quickly ruined by Bada herself. She went up to you, grinning and you already know that she had set you up on a date with someone at the studio. Perhaps a staff or a student.

"Bada.. I already told you that I'm not interested." you sighed and Bada was also getting annoyed because you keep on rejecting the people she sets up for you.

"Why not? You keep rejecting the people I think that's good for you.. I'm only concerned about you, Y/N." Bada says and you couldn't help but feel frustrated because Bada is so dense. She doesn't even realize that you didn't want anything else because she's all that you want. Not some random person she sets you up on a date with.

"Because I'm not interested, Bada! Jesus.. Just how many times are we going to go through this for you to finally realize?!" You couldn't help but air out your frustration and with that, started a huge argument between you and her. You just stormed out, crumpling out the letter you made for her and getting on your motorcycle, speeding off.

Your head was filled with lots of thoughts, mostly self pity because you're such a fool thinking Bada could ever love you back when all she could give to you was friendship. You were lost in your thoughts not even realizing that you were over speeding until it was too late to slow down. You swerved your motorcycle to the side to avoid a cat who suddenly crossed the road. That's all you could remember before everything went dark.

Bada couldn't believe how you acted but she did feel bad for arguing with you after you stormed out. She tried to run after you yet she was too late as you already left. She was about to head back inside to get her phone so she could call you but then she noticed a crumpled up piece of paper near the trash bin. She picked it up and recognized your handwriting so she read it. She could feel her heart break reading the letter you made for him. She felt like the biggest idiot in the world for not realizing your feelings.

"Shit.. Shit.." Bada ran back inside the studio to grab her phone. She tried calling you but it goes straight to voicemail. When she was about to give up, somebody picked up.

"Do you know Y/N? Please come to the hospital. She got in an accident." Bada felt her heart drop after hearing what had happened. She didn't even care to grab her other belongings, she just rushed to go to the hospital to see you. Her heart was racing against her chest and her tears won't stop falling down her face. She even saw your motorcycle being towed while she was on the way to the hospital. The sight made her wanna throw up. It was so wrecked that it's going to be a miracle if you survived the crash.

When Bada arrived at the hospital, they told her that it was too late. The injuries you sustained from the crash were too great and they weren't able to save you. Bada walked inside the room where your lifeless body laid on the hospital bed. She held your hand, sobbing, crying and just begging you to wake up.

"Please.. Y/N, please. Please wake up.." She cried out, still holding on to your hand. She hugged your lifeless body, telling you how much she loves you and she regrets arguing with you earlier.

"If I could just turn back time.. If I could just turn back time, I would.. I wish I was able to tell you how much I love you and how much I care about you rather than being stupid.. I love you, Y/N.. Please come back to me." Bada sobbed, still unable to process that you're really gone.

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Bada woke up from the sound of her alarm blaring. She was confused. She didn't remember going home, the last thing she remembered was that she was in the hospital, hugging your lifeless body and trying to fight off the staff who tried taking you away from her. She couldn't help but cry as she remembers that you're really gone and the last memory you had together was you and her arguing.

Bada was snapped out of her thoughts when her phone lit up again, indicating a text message. It was a message from you greeting her a good morning. She was confused when she noticed the date and time. It's still the same day but hours before your accident.

"Did I just go back in time?" was all she could think of. It gave her a glimmer of hope, maybe she's given a second chance to finally tell you about her feelings. If that was the case, she knows for sure that she's not going to waste it.

She immediately prepared to start the day but she planned on making this extra special. If this truly is your last day to be with her, she wants to make sure that you feel loved and valued by Bada. She bought your favorite drink and the first snack you shared with her in high school , she even wore the hoodie you lent her that she didn't return.

When you arrived, Bada immediately greeted you with a hug that got you all confused. She hugged you like it was the last hug that she'll ever give to you. She held back her tears as she didn't want to freak you out too much.

"Come on, let's eat. I have something to tell you." Bada held your hand, lacing your fingers with yours as she dragged you along.

"Let me guess, you're going to introduce me to someone again.." you sighed but let Bada drag you along. You couldn't help but smile seeing how small her hand is compared to yours, you find it adorable. And the way your normal sized hoodie looked oversized on her made your heart swell with joy.

"Nope! Actually I have something to tell you." Bada says and makes you sit down on a chair while she takes out the foods and drinks she purchased from the paper bag. You raised an eyebrow as you saw she bought your favorite drink and a snack you once shared with her during highschool. You remembered it was when you saw her crying as she was rejected by the dance club so you shared your snacks with her to make her feel better.

"Please don't tell me that you wanted me to join your group or fill in for a member who's absent.." you couldn't help but groan at the thought. It's not that you couldn't dance but it's because you looked like a sore thumb dancing with them due to your height.

"No! I like you, okay? No. I'm in love with you, Y/N.. Ever since you skipped your own class just so I'll have a partner during a graded performance because my partner bailed out last minute. I wasn't sure if what I felt about you is true but a lot of things made me realize that I truly love you.. Not just because you helped me and supported me with my dreams but you were the only person who showed me what love should really be like." Bada confessed and you looked at her, you were rendered speechless as you didn't know that she felt the same. You just thought that she was just acting that way because you're friends and you helped her a lot, never because there were any romantic feelings involved.

"I.. Wow.. I didn't know.." it felt like your brain had short circuited and you couldn't find the right words to say. Bada didn't even care since she knows you feel the same way. She looks up at you, eyes filled with unshed tears as she took in the image of you, alive and well. She pulls stands on her toes and presses a kiss on your lips, promising to cherish every moment she's given to be with you because no one knows what the future holds.

#bada lee #bada lee x reader #swf2 #swf2 x reader #bada x reader #lee bada #bada lee imagine #bada fanfic

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b3llb00 · 1 year ago

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" We Pull The Tail, Now We See Who Bites. "

Robin of Loxley/ The Hood X Fem!reader.

Summary: Robin got injured during a chase to get some coins for the commoners, so Y/N offers to heal his wounds if she gets something else in return from him. ;)

A/N: I need to stop watching this movie, I’m obsessed and it’s gotten the better of me.

Contains: Kissing, 50% dom/sub reader and 50% dom/sub Rob, mentions of sex, injuries. [WILL INCLUDE: Smut, Unprotected Sex (Use Protection, Yall.) P In V, Oral (Male/Fem. Receiving) , Fingering, Creampie, Multiple Rounds. Mild Dirty Talk.]

Wc: 1.2k * I think. * (Will Prob Change.) IM COPY AND PASTING AND EDITING THIS FROM MY OLD ACCOUNT, SO DONT SAY IM A COPYCAT. THE FINISHED IMAGE WILL BE UPLOADED HERE. IF YOU WANT TO LIKE AND FOLLOW ME, LIKE AND FOLLOW THIS ACCOUNT.

DONT REPOST OR COPY MY WORK, YOU CAN REPOST WITH PERMISSION, ENJOY.

(Btw sorry if this picture is bad, just ignore John and pretend it's you lol.)

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You are setting up traps for Robin to shoot at later, when all of a sudden you hear a loud, groan from him coming upstairs, making a shiver run down your spine. When Robin was back in Arabia and you had to fight him, you ended up sparing his life, but your mercy to him didn’t do much as you still got captured and was set sail in a boat with him for 3 weeks. Surprisingly, you too starting talking and some would even call you " friends " .

You decide to go upstairs to see what Rob was groaning about, and there you saw him, shirtless, his toned torso on display. In nothing but his pants with a wet, bloody rag resting on his massive thigh where he been impaled. You had to close your eyes for a second, trying to push the weird desire you had for him to the back of your mind.

I wasn’t joking when I said the treasury itself was a hard target. You say, slowly walking toward him, this made him look up from his leg to look at you. He decides to ignore your statement and press his rag into his thigh further, making him hiss through gritted teeth. You decide to go grab your medical supplies you used whenever you two got hurt. You always had wanted to be a nurse, but ever since the Sherif of Nottingham drafted you, things changed. But I guess it’s pretty useful to know how to properly treat somebody’s wounds.

Hey! You heard Rob say from across the room, Where are you goin-

I'm getting my medical supplies, dumbass. You say back with a bit of an attitude, not wanting to be told where you’re going or what you’re doing when all you trying to do is help. Oh, sorry, love. Carry on. He said, making you turn your head to see a light smile adorning his features.

As much as you sometimes hated Robin's attitude and sarcasm, you just can’t help yourself to be mad at him. It’s almost like you're drawn under a spell that will keep you from ever getting into any sort of confrontation.

You finally got all your medical supplies and you headed to the small table that he sat in on. Letting the supplies fall from your hands, you organized it quickly, while Rob eyed you carefully the whole time.

Once you got everything ready and set up the way you wanted it, you took one more look at his thigh. ' Shit. ' You thought, his cut is too deep to get a good look at what’s going on, so you’re gonna have to find a way to ask him to take his pants off.

The cuts- uhm. You stutter, Your gonna have to take your pants off if you want me to get a good look at it and fix it.

You were looking everywhere except his face, not wanting him to see your blush-coated cheeks. Even though you weren’t looking at him, you could still feel his gaze burning a hole into the side of your head.

Just the pants or the braies too, love.? He winked at you, causing you to basically turn into putty right in front of him. (Keep in mind they didn’t really have ' boxers ' in medieval England, but they did have what were called braies. They were basically the same thing.)

You decided to try and flirt back to the best of your abilities by saying. Well, first, take your pants off, and then I’ll tell you.

This earned you a chuckle from the handsome man as he threw the bloody rag to the side and very carefully came up from his spot on the table, you watched him intently as you noticed some of the blood continued to trickle down his clothed thigh. He didn’t seem to care, he kept eye contact with you the whole time as he slowly took his pants off. To be honest it felt like an entity had passed when his pants finally hit the floor, and you weren’t disappointed, let’s just say that.. there was definitely a buldge hidden underneath the fabric of his braies, and you could actually see it growing..

You could practically hear Robin’s smirk as he called out to you, his voice low and teasing. Hey, my eyes are up here, love..

You immediately snap your gaze back up to his face, and he just has an amused expression painted all over his features. You could feel the heat start to radiate off your cheeks and your heartbeat start to pick up as you mumble out defensively. Yeah, yeah, I know.. You close your eyes for a second, trying to recompose yourself.

He takes a step forward, biting his lip to hold back a groan from the wave of pain that just shot up his leg. He cocks an eyebrow and says in a lower octave. You sure about that?

[I am currently editing this, and right here is my stopping point. If the story shifts or changes I’m sorry, I will fix it soon.]

" Hmm. If I fix up your thigh, will you give me a kiss? " You say before continuing, " I’ve always wondered if your a good kisser or not. "

He let out a small chuckle when his eyes kept flicking down to your lips. Then he finally spoke up and said, " Sure, love. " You blushed at the pet name. " Maybe I’ll give you something more than just a kiss. " He winked, making you roll your eyes at his audacity to be this flirty when he’s impaled.

" Fine, let me get my stuff.. " You say, heading away to get your medical supplies while Rob just watch you leave with a smile on his lips.

" Mkay, done. " You say as you wrap up his leg and stand up straight, pretty of yourself.

" Well, here’s the kiss that you wanted. " He said as he grabbed your arms, lightly pulling you in before his lips collided with yours.

It feels amazing, and you wanted to be immersed in this feeling forever. You didn’t know what to do, but you were able to make room by spreading his thighs wider so you get closer to him, which made him moan into your mouth. You smiled into the kiss, knowing it could be any moment when John could walk upstairs and see you two start to make out like teenagers, you didn’t care. You just wanted to feel Rob, you wanted his weight on top of you, you wanted him to pin you against the wall and fuck you till your legs went numb and you were cockdrunk.

He wrapped his muscular arms around your waist, pulling you closer and you felt his buldge in his pants grow. You let go of his lips for air and you almost whined at the loss of contact.

" Sorry, love. I don’t want us to get caught. " Rob said with a frown. You cupped his cheek with your hand and kiss him again softly before saying. " It’s fine, we can continue later. "

#taron egerton #taron egerton smut #taron x reader #i love taron #robin hood #robin

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pjunicornart · 11 months ago

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I got bored so I filled out a HuniePop 2 data sheet for my favorite MtR poly ship.

Yes. There are more. But for now, Neil. Below the image, I wrote out what I thought the dialogue would be after you ask him. (Including the baggage + its effects!)

Drink: "Just plain old water is fine for me. Other stuff doesn't really sit right in my stomach." Ice Cream Flavor: "Aw man, you're gonna make me choose? I love ice cream! I guess if I had to pick one I liked the most... Chocolate!" Music Genre: "Pretty much anything with loud guitars and drums. So, I'll just say rock." Movie Genre: "Call me a nerd all you want, but I love learning new things about random subjects from documentaries." Online Activity: "Eh... I don't really do much online. If I am online, I'm usually watching videos before I go to bed." Phone App: "The music player is enough for me. It plays my music to help keep me focused on my work, so it gets the job done." Type of Exercise: "I started going on night jogs a couple of months ago. It's really refreshing running through the cold night air." Outdoor Activity: "I sit on my butt and lounge in garden. I was never an outdoors-y type person..." Theme Park Ride: "I'm too much of a wuss to go on most of the rides... If my family is at a theme park, you'll find me in the lazy river." Friday Night: "I'm usually so pooped out by the end of my work week that I just flop right into bed and proceed to sleep for ten hours..." Sunday Morning: "Weekend mornings are when I get cozy and catch up on my shows." Weather: "I like the rain. It's very calming." Holiday: "Oh, um... I don't really like the holidays. Too many negative memories associated with them..." Pet: "Dogs! We have one right now! He's the only dog in the park without contacts, ha ha!" School Subject: "How the hell are you even asking me that?! Science! Duh!" Place to Shop: "When I was younger, I'd spend my free time in the school library to escape my bullies. I could spend hours in a cozy bookstore now." Trait in Partner: "I'm really happy I found someone who loves me, and accepts me for who I am. Flaws and all..." Own Body Part: "Who thinks about that kinda stuff? Besides... there's nothing special about my body anyway." Sex Position: "...um... Don't judge, but I like doggy style. But, uh... I like to, y'know... be on the bottom..." Porn Category: "Oh. Wow, okay. That is certainly a question... Well, I've never seen anything crazy... so normal? Wait, isn't that just called vanilla? Vanilla. Final answer."

Baggage Neil: "Hey... just wondering. Do you plan on sticking around?" YN: "Maybe. Why do you ask?" Neil: "I don't know... I guess I'm just making sure I don't get hurt. You know, I wasn't adopted until I was twelve. Even after all these years, I still feel like one day, they're gonna leave me. I know that couldn't be farther from the truth, believe me! But sometimes, when I'm away on business trips, I feel... alone. I don't wanna be abandoned again..." Abandonment Issues - Cornelius will drain 5% of the Total Affection goal every time you switch your focus away from him.

Neil: "Sorry if this is a little personal... but how many people have you, uh... well, y'know... How many people did you do it with?" YN: "I don't really keep track of that sort of thing... but believe me, I've been around." Neil: "Wow... I don't think I could EVER do that! Ha ha! Maybe I'm just a sap, but it takes me a while to let somebody see that side of me. Hey! No problem if that's what you wanna do! I just like to take things a little slower." Old Fashioned - For the first 15 moves of the date, Sexuality Token matches directed at Cornelius will cause him to become upset.

Neil: "I just got wind that one of the inventions we've been working on in the lab failed on them... AGAIN. Ugh, that thing has given us nothing but trouble, I swear..." YN: "Why don't you try working on something else?" Neil: "Uh uh! Don't start with me with that talk! I ain't gonna hear it. I didn't get to where I am now by giving up! I WILL make this invention work. I just have to find another solution." Stubborn - Cornelius will refuse to accept any date gifts until he has at least 40% Passion.

HUNIEPOP AND MEET THE ROBINSONS ARE MY COMFORT THINGS, OKAY?! DON'T JUDGE ME.

Franny... Michael... Lizzy...

#rosey rambles #meet the robinsons #cornelius robinson #huniepop 2 #i got bored #comfort post

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markdelonge · 2 years ago

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bff's with Mark and Tom...

idk why i didn't add travis to this, i'm sorry

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request? no

contains: mentions of smoking & drinking, i think thats it

summary: being best friends with mark & tom includes....

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• you're probably way younger than them

not way too young, but young. like you're 2 / 3 years younger than Tom

• code words only you three use

you guys have code names for certain people and things so when you're having a conversation in front of other people, they won't know who/what you're talking about

• there's been two separate times where you've convinced both Tom and Mark to let you do their makeup.

• them picking out your outfits when you're having a hard time.

• you dressing just like them

• prank calling people

you three decided to prank call the people that work at the boys' label but it didn't work.. they recognized Tom's voice when he whisper-yelled at Mark for saying the wrong thing.

• drinking / smoking with them

• waking up to calls from them

like if you're staying in the same hotel as them, when they wake up, they call your room and don't stop until you wake up.

• there was once they had convinced you that you had slept in and they only had 30 minutes to get ready/everything out of the hotel room and into the bus.

• late nights at the studio with them

• no one's safe once the three of you all enter a room together.

• on tour, you and Tom's bunks are right across from each other

sometimes at night when you two are the only ones up, you'd shine a flashlight and just talk from your bunks. sometimes you'd talk yourselves to sleep, sometimes you'd talk too much and wake up somebody else.

• getting "lectured" by Mark

Mark is more protective of you than Tom is. Since you're so much younger than him, he sees you as a baby sister and he wants to keep you safe.

• taking them with you to go shopping

they always wanna tag along so you won't be "lonely" but they always cause chaos, like the time Tom made the theft alarm go off because he had forgotten about a hat he had tried on, or the time Mark dropped a bottle of pepsi and it exploded all over the aisle.

• going on tour with them

they didn't ask you to go on tour on them, no, they barged into your apartment one night and told you to pack because they were "taking you on a trip".... That "trip" ended up being their tour.

• being mistaken for their "kid"

there was once you all went out to eat and the waitress had thought that Mark and Tom were together and called them "a cute couple" and then said that they had a "beautiful child" referring to you.

• betting on everything

like:

"i bet you 5 dollars Tom is gonna break that lamp" Mark whispered to you as you both watched Tom on top of the hotel nightstand, trying to kill a bug on the wall.

"he's not gonna-"

next thing you know there's a loud crash and darkness takes over the room.

"you owe me 5 dollars."

• sleepovers!

!! you guys paint nails, dye each other's hair, watch horror movies, order pizza, forget that you had ordered pizza and get scared when there was a knock on the door

• lots of horseplay

• doing festive things for the holidays

halloween came around and you guys went to the pumpkin patch and did the maze. when you were in line, you three had fought about who was going to be in charge of the map which soon annoyed the person in front of you and they insisted that the oldest one would be in charge. that was a mistake. Mark had led you guys to all the dead ends, you started the maze at 4 and didn't get out until 8.

• uh i think thats all i got.

k bye

#i really like these omg #im sorry i didnt do travis idk what i was thinking #mark hoppus x reader #mark hoppus imagines #mark hoppus #tom delonge x reader #tom delonge imagines #tom delonge #blink 182 #blink-182 #90s #punk rock imagines #punk rock #slay

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mypoisonedvine · 4 years ago

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Seeing Red | bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x actress!reader (part 4)

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

series summary: bucky used to brag that he didn’t have a celebrity crush, or really care about famous people at all, which is what made him the perfect person to start working for a celebrity like yourself. except, of course, it’s just his luck that he’d fall for you.

word count: 5.3k

warnings: smut!!, overstimulation, oral f receiving, lots of dirty talk and begging, very very subtle d/s dynamics if you squint, slight angst??, awkwardness, pining

Bucky’s heart was racing as he tried to prepare himself for what was coming. It was never easy to watch that scene of you being fucked by somebody else— even if it wasn’t real, and even if it was technically your character that was getting fucked— but it was going to be an entirely new struggle with you a foot away, laying next to him on your bed.

“We only did two takes of this,” you remembered, talking over the conversation on-screen. The smash cut to you being shoved against a wall, lips fighting for dominance in a searing kiss, made you chuckle. “This we had to do, like, a million takes.”

Bucky’s hand tightened into a fist at the idea of you kissing this guy over and over. “I’m sure he was real broken up about that,” he grumbled sardonically.

“No, I promise he actually was,” you defended, “I was terrible. I kept laughing and ruining it, and it meant we had to keep starting over.”

That relieved some of his jealousy, hopeful that laughing meant you weren’t attracted to your co-star or turned on by filming a love scene. He still felt his heart clench as he watched your shirt get pushed up and two hands (both flesh, like he was showing off or something) grab at your breasts. Sooner than he was prepared for it, you were being thrown down onto the bed and moaning loudly, nails digging into his back as he stared down at you.

“I can’t even imagine how many guys have gotten off to this scene,” you shuddered.

I can’t believe I’m one of them, Bucky thought as he swallowed dryly. “What about the guys on set?” he wondered aloud. “Do they ever, you know, get…” he whistled and pointed his finger up straight, hoping it was enough to get the idea across.

You laughed, playfully shoving him on the shoulder. “They have tape for that, to keep everything down in case they get a little too into it.”

Glancing to the screen, he wondered how this guy didn’t pop the tape right off.

“Have you ever…?” Bucky pressed, heart rate picking up as he pushed the boundaries a little bit.

“Have I ever… been turned on, while filming?” you finished his question. “No,” you scoffed, sounding bemused and taking another swig of your drink.

“Why not?”

“I guess they’re just not my type,” you shrugged.

“Movie stars aren’t your type?” Bucky joked, but your answer was completely serious.

“Nope.”

He nodded slowly as he contemplated that, taking a moment to build up the courage to ask his next question. “What is your type?”

You smirked a little, and he wasn’t sure at all what it meant aside from the fact that he was done for. Whatever you were gonna say was sure to break his heart. “Tall, dark, not famous…”

He could so picture you picking up fans at bars; you must have no trouble at all finding guys to mess around with. Yep, totally heartbreaking.

“Good driver…” you continued, voice a little quieter and a little deeper.

Bucky cleared his throat anxiously. “I guess that rules me out.”

“What? You’re great; haven’t even blown any red lights or made illegal U-turns.”

“I mean, good drivers don’t eavesdrop on their passengers,” he explained, “especially when they’re with tall, dark, not-famous friends of theirs in the back.”

You laughed a little, half-lidded eyes looking him up and down. He felt very exposed under your gaze. “I didn’t mind,” you shrugged.

Oh god, oh fuck, Bucky’s mind raced, we’re talking about it. All this time and we’re finally talking about it. What the fuck do I say? “I still shouldn’t have—” he began.

“I wanted you to,” you interrupted firmly.

“You… wanted me to look?”

“Wanted you to do a lot more than that,” you admitted.

He looked back at you with wide eyes, entirely devoid of thoughts or words or ideas on what to do in the moment. Sure, it was pretty heavy flirting, but it wasn’t necessarily an invitation. You said wanted, past tense, it didn’t mean you wanted him now. Maybe you were just letting him know he missed his chance. If he did the wrong thing and upset you, he’d never forgive himself.

“Seemed like you were pretty satisfied with what he was doing,” he remembered, hearing the waver in his voice and cringing.

“Only cause I was thinking about you,” you grinned. “I do that a lot, actually. I’m just usually alone when I do it…”

He shivered as you shifted onto your side and leaned towards him, reaching across his body to set your beer down on the bedside table next to him; with you so close, he feared his heart would beat out of his chest. With the beer set aside, all you had to do was let your hand pull back to rest on his chest, and lift your leg up to rest on his, and you were straddling his side like it was the most simple, casual thing in the world.

But it wasn’t. It was the most insane thing that had ever happened to him. He looked down at you and blinked a few times, confident the hallucation would end but nope, he could feel the warmth of you radiating through his clothes, threatening to burn him alive.

“I’m usually in this bed, right here,” you continued slowly, and he had trouble keeping track of what you were saying with your finger trailing along his chest through his shirt, “warm under the covers, wearing a lot less than this, knowing you’re just a few rooms away and wishing you would come in here and touch me…”

"I’m here now,” he replied, just louder than a whisper. “Can I touch you?"

“Take off the gloves,” you requested softly. He was quick with the right one, but hesitated before removing the left— the moment of truth. Your breath hitched as the light caught the golden and black metal, and he winced.

“That bad?”

“No, no,” you denied, “it’s… sort of beautiful, actually.”

With you wrapped around his left side, it was natural for his right hand to move up your thigh. His left hand brushing against your face seemed to surprise you, though.

"I'm sorry, is it cold?" he asked gently.

"A little," you giggled, "but I don't mind."

Demonstrating how little you minded, in fact, you slowly kissed the tips of his bionic fingers, getting more and more adventurous until you were suddenly slipping two of them into your mouth and down past your throat.

"Fuck," he shivered, silently thanking whatever gods were out there that technology made him capable of feeling the wet warmth of your mouth on his fingers.

"Just skin everywhere else, right?" you smirked. "It's not a Swiss army knife down there?"

"Nope," he laughed, "flesh an' blood."

The blood aspect was especially salient as his cock filled so fast he thought he might pass out. Your hand slipped down and started to ghost over the front of his jeans, and he fought every instinct to keep from bucking up into your hand. You started to go for his belt but he sat up a bit.

“Wait,” he requested, clutching your shoulders a little; as soon as you looked back at him, he pulled you into a kiss, probably a little too aggressively but he was too pent up to care. After all this waiting, he actually had to hold himself back a bit compared to how he really wanted to kiss you. He moved his lips against yours slowly but with determination— and it was you, in the end, that started to slide your tongue along his lips until he opened them, giving him a chance to taste your mouth like he’d dreamed of for so long. Past the beer was the unmistakable flavor of you, and he was instantly addicted to it. His arms wrapped around you and held you close, one hand tangling in your hair a bit as you started to lean into his palm. Your hands clutched at his shirt, the warmth of your touch managing to permeate through to his skin, and he heard the softest moan from you right against his lips. It was perfection, and he would’ve been happy to stay like that forever if it weren’t for you sitting up to straddle him. He couldn’t decide if it was the sight of you on top of him, or the weight of your body on his, or the feeling of your thighs clenching a bit just above his throbbing cock— it was probably all three, but he suddenly became so needy for you that his head was spinning.

Still absorbed in the kiss, he reached down and gently pulled at the knot holding your robe shut, letting it fall open before pushing it off your shoulders slowly. You smiled against his lips and sat up, taking it off the rest of the way to reveal your entire nudity underneath. You’d think that he would’ve wished to be naked with you, and that certainly would’ve made a few of his ideas a lot easier to act upon, but something about your bare body compared to his covered one— something about your mound grinding on his jeans like that— drove him fucking wild.

“God, baby,” he praised with a purr, running his hands all over whatever he could reach. A movie could never do a body like this justice. It deserved to be appreciated and worshipped in person, which was exactly what he planned to do.

“Your turn,” you giggled as you leaned down, unbuttoning his shirt hastily. He was proud of the way you bit down on your lip as his skin was exposed, though he was also a bit embarrassed to reveal he was wearing his dog tags underneath. “A little more metal under here than I was expecting,” you smirked, trailing an errant finger over the silver chain. “There’s always more to you than meets the eye… what other secrets are you hiding, hm?”

Right now, he wanted you to have all his secrets. He wanted to give you everything. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he admitted first.

“I don’t think that’s that much of a secret,” you smirked as you finished the last button.

He sat up to help you discard the shirt, shivering as your touch trailed over his chest, his abs; then his scars, and the rest of the arm. He used it to pull you down by your neck for another kiss, testing the waters by getting a touch rougher and letting more of his desperation seep through. You responded very well, your moans gliding from your tongue onto his as your hips started to rock on top of his. “Needy little thing, aren’t ya?” he gently mocked, smiling as he started to kiss down your neck and onto your shoulder. “Ridin’ me through my jeans, like a damn teenager dry-humping after prom.”

“Hnng, Bucky,” you choked, slowing down.

He grabbed your hips with both hands. “Hey, I didn’t say to stop.”

With a moan and renewed vigor, you moved faster on top of him, the rough denim clearly a bit too much for your sensitive clit as your thighs began to quiver where they were clamped down around his. The stimulation on his cock, alternatively, was rather dulled through such thick clothing— it was just enough to keep him desperate, but not enough to get him too near coming, which was the way he wanted it at the moment. If anything, it was the sight of you rubbing yourself on him desperately that put his restraint at risk.

“Can you feel how hard I am, baby?” he growled a little. “Can you feel how hard you make me?”

You nodded with a little gasp. "God, Bucky, I want it in me now."

"Not yet, pretty girl,” he soothed with a smirk. “I need to taste you first."

He flipped you onto your back and settled on top of you between your legs; he kissed you one more time, resisting the urge to rub his hips on yours again before heading down south to suck your nipple between his lips. You were so sensitive, moaning loudly each time his tongue circled the bud, and he moaned at the feeling of the skin hardening against his tongue. He made sure to give some attention to the other one before making a show of kissing down your chest and stomach, looking back up at you with a stare that he could only hope carried all the weight that he was feeling.

"I get it," you grinned down at him, "this is how you reclaim your territory. You're gonna do what he did to me, but so much better until I can't even remember his name, right?"

"Sweetheart, you didn't even remember his name thirty seconds after it happened,” he reminded you between kisses, moving lower and lower on the bed.

"So you're not trying to assert dominance over sexual competition?" you pressed with a gleam of challenge in your eyes.

"You need to stop reading those evolutionary biology books," he laughed, but then got a bit more stern. "Think of it this way: I don't see any of those stupid boys as competition. They're nothing. It's you who needs to know that nobody can make you feel as good as I can."

That seemed to shut you up for the moment, and he smirked before getting back to work kissing along your spread thighs and shaking hips. He could already smell your need in the air, intoxicating to the point that he struggled to stay focused on mercilessly teasing you. He wanted to taste you so bad, but he needed to hear you beg him for it. He started with one finger gently exploring your folds, slow and light, until he felt your hips trying to push up into him for more stimulation. Then all he had to do was kiss that spot right on the inside of your thigh that wasn’t quite where you wanted him, and you arched your back with a desperate whine. “Bucky, please,” you whimpered.

He laughed a little, amused by your little sobs and the way your hands clutched at the comforter beneath you. “Tell me what you need, sweetheart.”

“Your mouth,” you gasped.

“Where do you want it?” he asked innocently.

You snarled with irritation but answered anyway. “My pussy.”

“I don’t think I understand,” he encouraged, voice getting deeper on accident as his own arousal became too intense to ignore.

You growled frustratedly but got what he was getting at. “I need your mouth on my pussy, Bucky, please…”

“Well, why didn’t you say so, darlin’? All you had to do was ask,” he grinned as he roughly grabbed your thighs and buried his face in between them, sloppily exploring you with his tongue until your taste coated his mouth and overwhelmed all his senses.

“Fuck!” you yelped, shivering against him. “Oh god, yes, Bucky, oh my god…”

“Is this what you wanted, pretty girl?” he asked, pulling back just as much as he needed to to speak.

“Yes, Bucky, just like that,” you nodded wildly, “feels so good, don’t fucking stop, please—”

He dove in again, finding a pattern that allowed him to suck on your clit and push his tongue inside you simultaneously. That was the combination that seemed to rile you up most, your hands searching for something to hold on to until they suddenly found purchase gripping his hair, guiding him as your hips bucked against his face. That was fine with him— more than that, in fact, cause he thought it was so sexy when you demanded control like that— until you switched from pulling him in to pushing him away. That wouldn’t do at all; with a growl, he grabbed your wrists and forced them down beside you, holding them firm as he licked at you rougher and faster.

“Fuck, Bucky,” you sobbed, back arching so much that he had to fight to keep you in his mouth, “right there, right there— oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”

He nodded, but it wasn’t permission; it was ‘of course you are.’

Your walls clenched so hard that your entire sex was pulsing in his mouth, your taste getting stronger in the same way your moans got louder. He wanted to hold you there as long as you could, and that turned out to be quite a while; he stopped when your screams of pleasure started to push too far into pain, finally letting you rest… for a moment, that is.

He watched your panting breaths catch as he slowly pushed a finger into your hole; it was still pulsing a little bit from the orgasm, and was unbearably hot and wet.

"Fuck, this pretty little pussy is tryin' to suck me in, you see that? Wants me so bad…"

"M-more, Bucky, please," you whispered. He obeyed and slipped in a second finger, slowly twisting and trying to open you up for him.

"You like that, pretty girl?" he asked with a smile as he watched your back arch, returning to suck on your clit without waiting for an answer. He relished the weight of your thighs on his shoulders, taking mental note of where he had to touch you to make them clench around his head. You kept repeating 'yes' but he didn't think it was intended as an answer to his question because he was pretty sure you hadn't even heard the question. Still, it was answer enough nonetheless.

He could tell it wouldn't take that long to get you there again, with your g-spot all swollen from the last one. He didn't push too hard on it yet, just letting his fingers curl ever so slightly to apply a teasing amount of pressure.

"Don't you wanna fuck me?" you moaned between sobs.

His cock seemed to process that question before his brain did. "Yes," he answered quickly, even though he thought it was rude to talk with his mouth full.

"Then get on with it," you suggested desperately. "Come on up here and fuck me."

"I'm not done with this yet," he insisted.

Your head fell back as you hissed frustratedly through your teeth. "Damn you and your… thoroughness."

"No point in doing anything if you're not gonna do it right," he laughed. "Besides, I couldn't stop now when you're about to come."

You looked back at him for a second like you didn't agree with that assessment, until he curled his fingers again and your walls rippled erratically around him. "Fuck," you shuddered. “Please fuck me, please fuck me, please,” you sobbed, “I need it so bad, I need you inside me— Bucky, pleasepleaseplease—”

He growled against your skin, struggling to resist that but desperate to make you come just one more time before he gave in. His cock really hated that he wasn’t giving you what you wanted, throbbing and weeping another drop of precum just to remind him of his own desperation. But he stayed strong, focusing on his task as he felt your walls tighten around him with another orgasm.

You nearly screamed with this one, your voice breaking as your nails dug into the bed beneath you. You looked fucking perfect with your head thrown back in pleasure like that— and you tasted even better as a gush of your arousal coated his tongue.

He kept circling your bud with his tongue until you started to sob a little and try to push him off of you, “can’t take anymore, please—”

And he took pity on you, for once— or maybe it was moreso pity on himself as he sat up and palmed himself through his jeans. He was so hard it hurt, and you looked like you could tell by the way you looked up at him: a glimmer of mischief in your eyes, still, even with the way they’d glazed over a bit from coming so hard. “Get over here,” you purred as you sat up and pulled him down on top of you, kissing him again as your hands slipped down to clutch at his chest.

Of everything he’d imagined, he had never even thought to consider what it would be like to be undressed by you. Those nimble fingers fiddling with his belt, working open his fly and zipper with such unabashed desperation, like you needed him more than you’d ever needed anything… truly, it was intoxicating.

Then again, it was nothing compared to your hand slipping into his boxers and wrapping around his cock. He was sure he’d never gotten so much out of just one touch before, and he had to fight off the moan bubbling in his throat. Your hands were so soft as they started to gently stroke him; his hips moved of their own accord as they started to thrust into your grasp.

“God, I need you to fuck me,” you groaned, “please, Bucky, need it so bad.”

Entirely speechless as this point, all he could do was nod as he pushed your hands off of him, pushing his jeans off quickly so as to be away from you as briefly as he could manage— and then he was on you again, kissing you everywhere he could reach, moaning when he finally let his cock brush between your legs for a moment. Even just that and he was already coated in your slick: the rewards of demanding to be thorough, clearly.

“Please,” you sobbed, “put it in me, can’t wait any more, I’ve waited so long…”

It almost made him stop to think, because it was ambiguous if you just meant tonight or more. But you were begging him for his cock so he wasn’t really in any position to think.

So many times he had wondered if your real moans sounded anything like your fake ones from the movie. He fantasized for months about a chance to make the comparison. But with you in front of him, under him, biting down on your lip as he pushed into your perfect warmth, he couldn’t even remember that you’d ever been in a movie. He couldn’t think about anything else but this moment, right now, and he didn’t want to.

“God, Bucky,” you sighed, as if the two were being regarded at the same level in your mind— and he wasn't even halfway in yet.

Equal parts of him wanted to ease you into it and to tear you in half. You'd always ignited this paradox in him, this instinct to protect and to destroy, this desire to cherish you and dominate you, but it was most apparent now. It made him worry that he could never really give you what you deserved, but naturally, he was at his most selfish in this moment. He had only just begun to push himself into you and he was ready to justify anything to get the rest of the way and bury himself to the hilt.

Your body opened up to him slightly, enough that he felt mostly right about going a little deeper; you gasped and clutched at his forearm, and that was only just barely enough to stop him as a sick pressure of arousal made his gut twist. Oddly enough, your nails biting into his skin did more to egg him on than it did to slow him down.

He kept his eyes trained on where your bodies were joined, watching in awe at the way you looked stretched out around him; he could feel your struggle to take him in the way your walls quivered and quaked, but he could hear how much you enjoyed it as you moaned and gasped beneath him.

"I want it all, Bucky, please," you begged. Just because he needed to, he was rough with the last inch— not enough for it to be really brutal, but plenty to elicit a precious little sob from you.

It felt so good to be all the way in you that it nearly made him dizzy.

"Baby," you whispered, and it sounded just like the way you'd said it in the back of the car, just like the way he'd committed to memory and stowed away in his mind to visit whenever he needed to feed his addiction.

How could his chest not burn with jealousy when he remembered that night? How could he cope with that jealousy with anything but pinning you down and fucking you hard and fast like it was the end of the goddamn world?

You all but screamed as he did it, your whole body shaking as he pounded into you. He feared it would be more than you could handle but you went from wet to dripping in an instant, your moans loud and hoarse but undeniably a sound of pleasure. It turned him on even more to know that you liked getting fucked this hard; maybe he didn't need to worry so much about holding back, if this was gonna make you bite your lip and look up at him like that.

"Bucky, oh my god," you sighed, a hint of disbelief in your tone, "it's so good, fuck, you feel so good…"

He wanted to hear more, but he couldn't resist capturing your lips in a kiss first, sloppy and aggressive and needy but overall perfect. It was almost like he could taste your moans as they vibrated over his tongue, until he could barely tell his apart from yours anymore. Pulling back, his dog tags were dangling over your face, and you looked so damn good with his name tickling your skin.

When he lifted your legs and pushed them back up into your chest, you snarled and clutched at the sheets beneath you. "Too deep?" he asked, not sure himself if it was concern or taunting or somewhere in the middle.

"So fucking deep," you answered, "but not too deep."

"Then maybe I'm not deep enough," he smirked, and you laughed.

"You're trying to ruin me, is that it?" you pressed.

He was afraid to be entirely honest, but your tone wasn't one of fear. "Something like that," he admitted after a moment.

"It's working," you sighed as you pulled him down by the chain of his tags, kissing him again as your arms slipped around his neck and held him close.

His hands squeezed your thighs, before taking a detour to run up and down your legs. It made you shiver, and he felt it from inside you which was overwhelmingly erotic. The time he’d spent making you come so many times was paying off: for one, you were so wet it made him feel a little-lightheaded, but also it meant that he felt familiar with your body now. He knew what it meant when your walls tightened just so, when you bit your lip that way, when your moans sounded all breathy and strained. That being, of course, that you were about to come— and he couldn’t wait for you to come just from being fucked, make a mess all over his cock.

And yet, there was still so much more to discover: like how it felt when your legs wrapped around his hips to keep him inside, or when your fingers dug into his shoulders as you looked up at him.

“Gonna come,” you warned him with half-lidded eyes and your mouth fallen slack, “oh my god, Bucky, you’re gonna make me come.”

He growled and tightened his grip on your thigh— something to stabilize him as he fought so hard to stave off his own orgasm. You felt so good and he could probably come just from the sight of you like this anyways, let alone being inside you right now. Think about baseball think about baseball think about baseball—

“Yes!” you screamed. “Right there, oh fuck, Buckyyyyy!”

“Fuck,” he hissed, completely unable to think about anything but you, lost in the way you cried out his name as your walls fluttered and pulsed around him so perfectly.

Maybe he was disturbed for thinking you looked pretty with your eyes filling with tears. He was definitely disturbed for taking some pride in making you cry. Of course, only because he was making you cry from this. If he had it his way, Bucky would make you cry in only this way, every day, forever— and make sure nobody made you cry in any other way, while he was at it. You hiccuped your sob as he continued to pound into you, refusing to let up even as he leaned down to kiss away your tears. “S-so good,” you mumbled weakly, “Bucky… please…”

"Fuck, gonna come— I'm gonna come," he stammered his warning.

"Inside me, please," you whimpered, "I want it inside me."

"Jesus Christ," he hissed, shaking his head in some form of exhausted shock. You grinned, wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him closer to you until your lips brushed against his ear.

"Bucky, I want you to come inside me," you repeated in a slow whisper. "I want every drop of your come in my pussy, I wanna be so full of you, I wanna feel it leaking out all night, I want you to make me yours."

How was he supposed to hold back anymore, with you talking like that? With you weaving your fingers into his hair and tightening your legs around his hips, with you kissing him deeply and suddenly? A weak moan was lost to your lips as he filled you, warmth washing over every part of him until he thought he might just melt. You smiled against him, and he summoned just enough strength to not collapse on top of you and surely crush you with his weight. Instead, he gave you one last kiss before burying his face in your neck, laughing exhaustedly.

"Mine, huh?” he remembered. “You really mean it?"

You hummed quietly, holding him tightly. "I probably shouldn't answer that question just after you made me come a dozen times."

"No no, you should,” he pressed as he pushed up to hover over you.

You smiled and looked back up at him. "I'm yours, Bucky."

He growled, leaning down to give your neck light teasing kisses. "Fuck, keep talkin' like that and I'll double that dozen."

"My body couldn't take it," you asserted.

"I'd make you take it," he promised.

You bit down on your lip, and he couldn't help but chuckle a little. You weren't as good at feigning innocence as you seemed to think.

"Oh, you like that," he posited. "Maybe someday I'll tie you down and make you come until all you know how to do is say my name, hm?"

"Bet it wouldn't even take you that long," you admitted. "I already feel pretty braindead."

Testing that theory, he reached down and drew light circles over your swollen clit with his thumb, even just that subtle touch making your legs and inner walls quiver as your back arched.

"Bucky," you whimpered as you tried to push his hand away, "s'too much, please…"

"Nuh uh, pretty girl, I wanna see you fall apart again. You know how many times I dreamed of making you come?"

You shook your head.

"Me either, but I wanna keep doing it until I feel like I've reached a number that at least comes close. I've finally got you in my arms and I won't let you go until I've made up for all the time I wasted."

Notably, his cock which had begun to soften inside you was now getting hard again, from some combination of watching you and feeling you in this moment.

“How do you feel about a second round?” he suggested with a smirk, even as his muscles ached already. Your eyes went wide but your walls clenched, too. That was answer enough for him. “I might break you,” he warned.

“Promise?” you smirked.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you

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Taylor Swift and Joe Jonas Masterpost (Toe/Jaylor)

Before dating (May 2008)

We start with the Taylor lookalike

In May 2008 the Jonas Brothers are filming their music video for Burnin’ Up [x]. Joe’s love interest in it is played by a blonde girl who looks quite a bit (and she’s also styled) like Taylor Swift, for reference, this is the music video that has Selena Gomez as Nick Jonas’ love interest.

As far as we know they hadn’t even met so we don’t know exactly what this was supposed to mean, maybe Joe had a crush on Taylor or maybe it’s a coincidence.

We do know that Nick and Selena were dating when this was filmed and that by the time the MV was released (July 4th, 2008) Joe and Taylor were officially dating.

Toe is alive! (July 2008 – September 2008)

On Tour

Fans claim to have seen Taylor around the tour in early July, which matches with Taylor’s lyrics in "Last Kiss".

Last Kiss. Taylor Swift.

I do recall now the smell of the rain

Fresh on the pavement, I ran off the plane

That July 9th, the beat of your heart

It jumps through your shirt

On July 14th, Taylor and The Jonas Brothers perform “Should’ve Said No”[x] from her debut album, and this performance now forever exists in their 3D movie (a classic), a cute fact is that some fans have said that Taylor tripped when she first came out, so they had to repeat it for the movie.

On July 20th Joe flies to Wyoming to watch Taylor opening up for Rascal Flatts, and they flew back and she was spotted at the Omaha show.

She’s seen in a couple shows more and she joins the stage again for their Madison Square Garden shows in August [x]. They sing “Even now just looking at you feels wrong”.

They’re together but they’re not together.

For more context, we must remember that Taylor was a very new artist from a small label and The Jonas were pretty much at their peak and Disney’s biggest act, and they were managed like crazy and could never even think about being seen with someone in a romantic way. Any rumors were denied so fast, and Disney did the absolute most to keep it secret. So according to everyone they were just good friends, at the time both Taylor and Selena were annoyed by all the secrecy.

Now back to the timeline:

Taylor is backstage of the tour A LOT for the next couple of weeks right next to the other not-girlfriends Selena and Danielle.

She films a cameo for the “Love Is on Its Way” [x] video for the concert in New York. She was said to be only interested in hanging out with Joe and they were seen hugging *gasp* I know it doesn’t seem like much now but back then this was the hottest gossip and again the Jonas were not supposed to breathe near any human of the opposite gender.

Taylor and the Jonas were staying at the same hotel a bunch of rumors ensued, but I will not talk about the whole Olympics and Toe locking themselves in a room at midnight thing. If it’s real, we really needed to touch some grass and stop staying outside of people's rooms all night.

On August 17th Joe goes to Ryan Seacrest's show and denied that Taylor is his girlfriend in the best way a corporation like Disney can train you to deny something that’s true. Saying Taylor is “a great girl and I think anybody would be lucky to date her. I think anybody would love to go on a date with her.”

And Taylor tells People Magazine “He’s an amazing guy and anybody would be lucky to be dating him” Cinematic parallels.

Taylor is spotted in the back (in a mirror) of one of the Jonas youtube videos [x]. Basically, we all knew they were together.

The Central Park date (August 28th)

Now if you were a fan of either the Jonas Brothers, Selena, or Taylor you know this next part and it the iconic triple date of Central Park.

Again, this is kind of famous at this point and Selena has been quoted saying how awful it was because the boys were not allowed to be seen with them so they all went to Central Park (Selena’s first time in Central Park) and Taylor and Selena walked about 20 feet of distance from the guys so nobody would think they were together but we all already knew because it wasn’t like they were that good at hiding it and there are pictures of them together that night (the clownery of it all).

These backstage tour adventures are the reason Taylor and Selena are friends today and in Selena’s own words the best thing to come out of those relationships.

VMAs (September 2008)

With how many pictures of them together that night [x] [x] [x] exist you would think they had gone together as a couple but no just two besties! The 2008 VMAs are so the show where Russell Brand mocks the Jonas Brothers and their purity rings and Taylor publicly defends them.

Toe seems happy for the rest of September but as we know now the end is near.

The Break-Up (October 2008)

Social Media was different back then and Taylor did what every teen girl with a broken heart did in 2008 and she went to myspace with an edited post to make a statement about the Toe current situation.

Post-Breakup

The 27 seconds Joe Jonas will regret for the rest of his life.

Taylor went on Ellen and I don’t even think I need to say much this interview is THAT iconic she sat on that couch and told the world exactly how Joe had broken her heart in the following two quotes:

“There’s one that’s about that guy, but…that guy’s not in my life anymore unfortunately. That guy…that’s an ouch.”

“I’m not even gonna be able to remember the boy who broke up with me over the phone in 25 seconds when I was 18…it was like 27 seconds, that’s got to be a record.” [x]

She also went on Ryan Seacrest’s and when asked about the perfect guy she saw an opportunity and took it, saying “I used to always say sense of humor, but I think that it’s important to have the same kind of sense of humor. I have a really dry, sarcastic sense of humor and if somebody doesn’t think that my sense of humor is funny, then that’s not something that is good. Um, so sometimes you know, that can be a wrong match. If they’re not allowed to go in public with me, that’s sort of an issue too.” [x]

Bonus the amazing youtube video Taylor posted with Joe’s Camp Rock doll and how he comes with his own phone to break up with other dolls [x]. Taylor eventually went full out and cited Camilla Belle (then girlfriend of Joe) as the reason for the breakup. And you know someone at Disney’s PR office wanted to die when this was going down.

So finally, Joe was forced to acknowledge the whole situation with a Myspace post:

"I never cheated on a girlfriend. It might make someone feel better to assume or imply I have been unfaithful, but it is simply not true. Maybe there were reasons for a breakup. Maybe the heart moved on. Perhaps feelings changed. I am truly saddened that anything would potentially cause you to think less of me. For those who have expressed concern over the "27 second” phone call. I called to discuss feelings with the other person. Those feelings were obviously not well received. I did not end the conversation. Someone else did. Phone calls can only last as long as the person on the other end of the line is willing to talk. “

Forever & Always

Now this song is known as THE Toe song and it was born out of the end of the relationship when she felt Joe was getting distant, but she couldn’t do anything to help it, it was made really late into the production of Fearless so she had to rush to finish it in time (so no other breakup songs are about Joe in the original album).

Forever & Always Was I out of line? Did I say something way too honest, made you run and hide Like a scared little boy I looked into your eyes Thought I knew you for a minute, now I’m not so sure

In the 2009 Grammy's Taylor and Miley (insert The Ex-Girlfriends Club Theory here) performed Fifteen (obviously not about Joe) and the Jonas were in the audience. I believe this is probably around the time Taylor writes Mr. Perfectly Fine and You All Over Me, which we know get to have thanks to Fearless (Taylor’s Version) 13 years later.

You All Over Me

The best and worst day of June

Was the one that I met you

With your hands in your pockets

And your 'don't you wish you had me' grin

But I did, so I smiled, and I melted like a child

Now every breath of air I breathe reminds me of then

Mr. Perfectly Fine

'Cause I hear he's got his arm 'round a brand-new girl

I've been pickin' up my heart, he's been pickin' up her

And I never got past what you put me through

But it's wonderful to see that it never phased you

In November of 2009, she also goes to SNL and mocks Joe in her monologue. "You might think I'd bring up Joe That guy who broke up with me on the phone But I'm not gonna mention him *rolls eyes* In my monologue [Spoken:]Hey Joe, I'm doing real well, tonight I'm hosting SNL [Sings:]But I'm not gonna brag about that In my monologue [x]"

To make things even more dramatic and very awkward The Jonas Brothers, Demi Lovato, and Taylor Swift spent NYE together watching the ball drop on TV and this was probably not how they wanted to start their years. [x] [x] [x] and a video [x]

Now let’s discussed some of the songs that came out at the time. The Jonas response to Forever & Always was Much Better. Nick described it as a song that was very personal to Joe and Joe went on to say that it was based on his very interesting year. They also at some point wanted to pretend the song was about their love for their fans but come on. Joe also changed the lyrics from ‘superstar’ to ‘country star’ and later changed it to ‘movie stars’ when he broke up with Camilla who is the ‘Much Better’ girl from the song.

Much Better - Jonas Brothers

I get a rep for breakin’ hearts

Now I’m done with superstars

And all the tears on her guitar

I’m not bitter

But now I see

Everything I’d ever need

Is the girl in front of me

She’s much better

Taylor’s iconic response in Better Than Revenge seems to be more of an attack on Camilla. She’s spoken about her regret for this song since then and hasn’t played it in years and Camilla seems to be ok we never forgiving her for it [x] [x]. Regardless this song remains a staple of the genre ‘Feminism OFF, Bops ON’.

“I was 18 when I wrote [“Better Than Revenge.”] That’s the age you are when you think someone can actually take your boyfriend. Then you grow up and realize no one can take someone from you if they don’t want to leave”. - Taylor 2014.

Better Than Revenge - Taylor Swift

Let's hear the applause (Come on, come on)

Come on, show me how much better you are

(So much better, yeah?)

See you deserve some applause

'Cause you're so much better

She also released "Last Kiss" about the nicer part of their relationship, and some believe other songs such as If This Was a Movie, Haunted (Speak Now) and Jump Then Fall (Fearless) are about Joe. From the Jonas, the other song believed to be about Taylor is Paranoid (Lines, Vines and Trying Times).

Jump Then Fall

Well, I like the way your hair falls in your face

You got the keys to me

I love each freckle on your face, oh

I've never been so wrapped up, honey

Probably a song was written about and in the early days of their romance and the long hair freckles [x] thing definitely fits 2008 Joe.

If This Was a Movie

Baby, what about the ending?

Oh, I thought you'd be here by now

Thought you'd be here by now

According to some this song is a sister song to "Last Kiss" in the same album and that is confirmed to be about Joe.

Haunted

Come on, come on, don't leave me like this

I thought I had you figured out

Something's gone terribly wrong

Won't finish what you started

This song would be a sister to Forever & Always since Taylor described both to be about a relationship that was fading in the end and that she was confused as to how they got there in the first place.

"‘Haunted’ is about the moment that you realize the person you’re in love with is drifting and fading fast. And you don’t know what to do, but in that period of time, in that phase of love, where it’s fading out, time moves so slowly. Everything hinges on what that last text message said, and you’re realizing that he’s kind of falling out of love. That’s a really heartbreaking and tragic thing to go through because the whole time you’re trying to tell yourself it’s not happening. I went through this, and I ended up waking up in the middle of the night writing this song about it.” Taylor

Friendlier days are coming (2010- )

I guess time can heal a lot of wounds and Toe is seen hugging and on friendly terms at the Clive Davis party on January 31st of 2010 [x].

The world was so shocked when we realized that Joe went to see her perform in a couple of her shows in September 2011 [x] [x], and in here Holy Ground is born about her new evaluation of their former relationship rather than the bitterness of the breakup. The lyrics' secret message is “when you came to the show in SD” and the potential parallel to "Last Kiss".

Holy Ground - Taylor Swift

We blocked the noise with the sound of ‘I need you’

And for the first time I had something to lose

And I guess we fell apart in the usual way

And the story’s got dust on every page

But sometimes I wonder how you think about it now

And I see your face in every crowd…

… Tonight, I'm gonna dance

For all that we've been through

But I don't wanna dance

If I'm not dancing with you

Last Kiss - Taylor Swift

I do remember the swing of your step

The life of the party, you’re showing off again

And I roll my eyes and then

You pull me in

I’m not much for dancing

But for you I did

They're seen talking in the MTV's EMA's 2012 [x].

From here they seem to be friendly and in May of 2015 after the Billboards. They even go on a double date later that year with Gigi Hadid, Calvin Harris, and Karlie Kloss (this picture feels so cursed). Nick and Joe get invited to Taylor’s 4th of July party and they seem somewhat distant after his split from Gigi.

Present (2020- )

In 2020, we got the amazing surprise of folklore with the song ‘Invisible String’ that makes a reference to Taylor’s past songs about exes being harsh and how she sent Joe and his wife Sophie Turner a present for their baby girl’s birth. In 2021, she has now released the re-recordings of Fearless and we are all reliving the drama and enjoying the chaos of Taylor’s and Sophie’s friendship not letting Joe know peace for those 27 seconds over a decade ago.

Invisible String

Cold was the steel of my axe to grind

For the boys who broke my heart

Now I send their babies presents

#Taylor Swift #fearless #fearless (taylor's version)#forever & always #mr perfectly fine #you all over me #last kiss #toe #jaylor #joe jonas #jonas brothers #folklore #invisible string #paranoid #much better #lines #vines and trying times #better than revenge

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mab1905 · 4 years ago

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More Fitzjames content? Yeah... here’s a playlist for ya’ll...

These are songs which I think describe him at different points in his character developement or simply different aspects of his personality. Somewhat James/Crozier (Fitzier) but all about James.

(25 songs, 1 hour 33 min)

Song List + Most Character-Relevant Lyrics:

Fancy — Orville Peck

We didn't have money for food or rent / To say the least, we was hard pressed / Then Mama spent every last penny we had / To buy me a dancin' dress / Mama washed and combed and curled my hair / And she painted my eyes and lips / Stepped into a satin dancin' dress / That had a slit in the side clean up to my hips / It was red velvet trim, and it fit me good / Starin' back from the lookin' glass / There stood a woman where a half-gown boy had stood / ... / It sounded like somebody else that was talkin' / Askin', "Mama, what do I do?" / She said, "Just be nice to the gentlemen, Fancy / They'll be nice to you" / "Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down / Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down / Lord, forgive me for what I do / But if you want out, well, it's up to you / Now don't let me down now / Your mama's gonna move you uptown"

gold rush — Taylor Swift

What must it be like / To grow up that beautiful? / With your hair falling into place like dominos / ... / At dinner parties / I call you out on your contrarian shit / And the coastal town / We wandered 'round had never / Seen a love as pure as it / And then it fades into the gray of my day old tea / 'Cause you know it could never be

The Name Of The Game — ABBA

Your smile, and the sound of your voice / And the way you see through me / Got a feeling, you give me no choice / But it means a lot to me / So I wanna know / What's the name of the game?

Spectrum — Florence + The Machine

And when we come for you / We'll be dressed up all in blue / With the ocean in our arms / Kiss your eyes and kiss your palms / And when it's time to pray / We'll be dressed up all in grey / With metal on our tongues / And silver in our lungs / ... / And when we come back we'll be dressed in black / And you'll scream my name aloud / And we won't eat and we won't sleep / We'll drag bodies from the ground / So say my name / And every colour illuminates / And we are shining / And we'll never be afraid again

Dreamy Bruises — Sylvan Esso

How can we question / What we knows feels right / Black eyes turn to marigolds / In the morning light / Ohweeohweeoh kids move so slow / Shaken all over like some dogs at the pool / Ohweeohweeoh kids move so slow / They’re kicken all the records over acting like they hanging water / Ohweeohweeoh kids move so slow / Down in the basement where the sun don't show / Ohweeohweeoh kids movie so slow / Naked dollars wonder piles dreamy bruises rotten lovers / And they say I want you / To bend me back in two / To make me sing your tune / To make those words so smooth / Fill me like a song do

Wolf — Sylvan Esso

But no birds nor beast does he eat / He only wants the tenderest meat / And oh the sounds he makes them speak / Under all different patterns of sheets / ... / The modern wolf, the modern wolf / Drippin' in all the lives that he took / He'll go on home, try to wash them off / But when he shaves, he hears them call

Francis Forever — Mitski

On sunny days I go out walking / I end up on a tree-lined street / I look up at the gaps of sunlight / I miss you more than anything / I don't need the world to see / That I've been the best I can be, but / I don't think I could stand to be / Where you don't see me / And autumn comes when you're not yet done / With the summer passing by, but / I don't think I could stand to be / Where you don't see me

James — MGMT

James / If you need a friend / Come right over / Don't even knock / And I'll be home / The door is always open / And we both can say, "Who's laughing now?" / Oh, James / My little doll / You just go outside and you call / Oh, James / Oh, you're never too far off / If your fire's out / There's no need to shout / I'm always home / And walk on in / I'll make you tea and breakfast / And we both can say, "Who's laughing now?"

South London Forever — Florence + The Machine

I drive past the place that I was born / And the places that I used to drink / Young and drunk and stumbling in the street / Outside the Joiners Arm's like foals unsteady on their feet / With the art students and the boys in bands / High on E and holding hands with someone that I just met / I thought it doesn't get / Better than this / There can be nothing better than this / Better than this / And we climbed onto the roof, the museum / And someone made love in the glass / And I'd forgot my name / And the way back to my mother's house / With your black cool eyes and your bitten lips / The world is at your fingertips / It doesn't get better than this / What else could be better than this? / Oh, don't you know I have seen / I have seen the fields aflame / And everything I ever did / Was just another way to scream your name

Oh! You Pretty things — David Bowie

I think about a world to come / Where the books were found by the Golden ones / Written in pain, written in awe / By a puzzled man who questioned / What we work here for / All the strangers came today / And it looks as though they're here to stay / Oh You Pretty Things (Oh You Pretty Things) / Don't you know you're driving your / Mamas and Papas insane / Oh You Pretty Things (Oh You Pretty Things) / Don't you know you're driving your / Mamas and Papas insane / Let me make it plain / You gotta make way for the Homo Superior

Venus As A Boy — Björk

His wicked sense of humor / Suggests exciting sex / His fingers they focus on her and touches / He's Venus as a boy / ... / All across your lips, oh, then until / Well be that it's a little now, until / He believes in a beauty / He's Venus as a boy / He believes in a beauty and gentle

Winds Change — Orville Peck

Had a lover but I lost my patience / Gonna get a song on a radio station / Got a fire but you just can't use it / I don't mean no lies, baby, please don't lose it / Lost my way on the other side / I know why, I don't know when / From the way that we said goodbye / I knew I'd never see you again / Left my mind in the Salt Lake City / Met a lot of men who would call me pretty / Pack of reds, watch the days get colder / Don't it make you cry, how we're getting older?

Fluorescent Adolescent — Arctic Monkeys

Oh the boy's a slag / The best you ever had / The best you ever had is just a memory / And those dreams weren't as daft as they seem / Not as daft as they seem / My love, when you dream them up... / Flicking through a little book of sex tips / Remember when the boys were all electric? / Now when she's told she's gonna get it / I'm guessing that she'd rather just forget it / Clinging to not getting sentimental / Said she wasn't going but she went still / Likes her gentlemen not to be gentle / Was it a Mecca dauber or a betting pencil? / Oh the boy's a slag / The best you ever had / The best you ever had is just a memory / And those dreams weren't as daft as they seem / Not as daft as they seem / My love, when you dream them up / Falling about / You took a left off Last Laugh Lane / Just sounding it out / But you're not coming back again.

Cheerleader — St. Vincent

I've had good times / With some bad guys / I've told whole lies / With a half smile / Held your bare bones / With my clothes on / I've thrown rocks / Then hid both my arms / I've played dumb / When I knew better / Tried so hard / Just to be clever / I know honest thieves / I call family / I've seen America / With no clothes on / I don't know what I deserve / But for you I could work / Cause I don’t want to be a cheerleader no more

Queen Bitch — David Bowie

She's so swishy in her satin and tat / In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat / Oh God, I could do better than that / Oh, yeah / She's an old-time ambassador / Of sweet talking, night walking games / Oh and she's known in the darkest clubs / For pushing ahead of the dames / If she says she can do it / Then she can do it, she don't make false claims / But she's a queen and such a queen / Such a laughter is sucked in their brains / Now she's leading him on / And she'll lay him right down / Yes, she's leading him on / And she'll lay him right down / But it could have been me / Yes, it could have been me

Boys Keep Swinging — David Bowie

Heaven loves ya / The clouds part for ya / Nothing stands in your way / When you're a boy / Clothes always fit ya / Life is a pop of the cherry / When you're a boy / When you're a boy / You can wear a uniform / When you're a boy / Other boys check you out / You get a girl / These are your favorite things / When you're a boy / Boys / Boys / Boys keep swinging

Caterpillars (Of The Common Wealth) — Will Connolly

You know you'll always be my valentine / Now swear to god that you will never tell / They're streaming every indiscretion live / For caterpillars of the commonwealth / Gotta go / You can stay / Make yourself at home / Gotta go / This campaign / Don't run itself you know / You've got potential little parasite / I tie your hands so i can wish you well / Cuz i'm a gentleman and you are like / A caterpillar of the commonwealth / Gotta go / I said no / You need to know your role / Gotta go / I said no / It's all under control

Imposters (Little By Little) — The Fratellis

You wear your mask, I'll wear mine / They don't come cheap, but they fit just fine / You can be her and I can be him / We can both sink when the rest all swim / ... / We can pretend that our fates were entwined / A beautiful lie is the beautiful kind / Everybody knows that the sun still sets / And everybody gives and everybody gets / ... / I could be the one that you just can't shake / Till you swear that your eyes go blind / We can disappear till the sun burns a hole / In the life that we left behind

Sweet Painted Lady — Elton John

I'm back on dry land once again / Opportunity awaits me like a rat in the drain / We're all hunting honey with money to burn / Just a short time to show you the tricks that we've learned / If the boys all behave themselves here / Well, there's pretty young ladies and beer in the rear / ... / Forget us we'll have gone very soon / Just forget we ever slept in your rooms / And we'll leave the smell of the sea in your beds / Where love's just a job and nothing is said

Super Trouper — ABBA

Super trouper beams are gonna blind me / But I won't feel blue / Like I always do / 'Cause somewhere in the crowd there's you / ... / So I'll be there when you arrive / The sight of you will prove to me I'm still alive / And when you take me in your arms / And hold me tight / I know it's gonna mean so much tonight

Babooshka — Kate Bush

She sent him scented letters / And he received them with a strange delight / Just like / His wife / But how she was before the tears / And how she was before the years flew by / And how she was when she was beautiful / She signed the letter / All yours...

Paris is Burning — St. Vincent

I write to give word the war is over / Send my cinders home to mother / They gave me a medal for my valor / Leaden trumpets spit the soot of power / They say, "I'm on your side / "When nobody is, 'cause nobody is / "Come sit right here and sleep / "While I slip poison in your ear" / We are waiting on a telegram / To give us news of the fall / I am sorry to report / Dear Paris is burning after all

Dream of Sheep — Kate Bush

Oh I'll wake up to any sound of engines / Every gull a seeking craft / I can't keep my eyes open / Wish I had my radio / I'd tune into some friendly voices / Talking 'bout stupid things / I can't be left to my imagination / Let me be weak, let me sleep and dream of sheep / Ooh, their breath is warm / And they smell like sleep / And they say they take me home / Like poppies, heavy with seed / They take me deeper and deeper

Hunger — Florence + The Machine

At seventeen, I started to starve myself / I thought that love was a kind of emptiness / And at least I understood then, the hunger I felt / And I didn't have to call it loneliness / ... / Tell me what you need, oh, you look so free / The way you use your body, baby, come on and work it for me / Don't let it get you down, you're the best thing I've seen / We never found the answer but we knew one thing / ... / And it's Friday night and it's kicking in / In that pink dress, they're gonna crucify me / Oh, and you in all your vibrant youth / How could anything bad ever happen to you? / You make a fool of death with your beauty, and for a moment / I forget to worry

#Spotify #fanmix #gay #fanwork #playlist #i have a crippling addiction to making playlists #james fitzjames #fitzier #francis crozier #francis rawdon moira crozier #Jim fitzjimmy #james fitzjames + gender = ? we dont know her #spotify playlist

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tibbinswrites · 5 years ago

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For the prompt list, I'm gonna go with destiel, numbers #9 and/or #20 💙 and congrats on the followers!

Hiii! Thank you! And thanks so much for your request. I’ve already done #9 so I’ve done #20 for you.

I really struggled with this one, not gonna lie. I had a plan for it but I’m not super sure I managed to balance both sides of the argument and come up with a satisfying solution. Let me know what you think! All concrit is welcome.

I’ve now done prompts for: #1, #2, #4 and #16, #9, #10, #20, #33, #77, #78, #170 and #502 and I’ve got two still left to do. I’m not accepting any more at this time.

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Enjoy ^_^

20. Rules

There were rules to sharing Dean’s bed, Cas had found. Many of them. The main one, of course, was ‘Don’t tell Sam.” Followed by the next rule, ‘Don’t tell anyone’, which Cas argued made the first rule moot, seeing as Sam was part of ‘anyone’ and so didn’t need a separate rule. In fact, most of the rules Dean hurled at him were about keeping what they were doing secret, make sure he wasn’t seen sneaking into or out of Dean’s room at night, no touch lasting longer than two seconds outside of the bedroom, stay quiet unless they were alone in the bunker.

Cas didn’t like these rules, but he respected them. He kept his distance, didn’t touch Dean when he wanted to, didn’t brush their hands together when they walked side-by-side or hold him while they watched movies with Sam and Jack; he didn’t slide his arms around Dean’s waist while he stood at the stove, pressing in close, dropping kisses along the line of his neck. He wanted to do those things, wanted to stare unabashed and happy at how beautiful Dean looked in the early-morning light, wanted to lace their fingers together in line at the supermarket, wanted to hear all the glorious sounds Dean bit back while they made love.

He understood Dean’s reservations, and yet he didn’t. He didn’t resent the rules, and yet he did. Being with Dean was wonderful. Beneath the covers they would talk through their anxieties, their hopes for the future, they would always be touching, they smiled, they joked, they kissed. They discovered every inch of each other and Castiel at least fell more in love with each new piece of revealed information. But if he ever brought up the idea of telling Sam or Jack, Dean instantly clammed up and rolled away, all easy smiles vanished.

“I’m not ready,” was all he said. And really, it was all that he needed to say. Cas knew that he couldn’t force it. Dean being ready was important and Castiel vowed to wait.

But sometimes the waiting was very difficult. He didn’t want to hide his love like it was something shameful, it hurt every time he did. It hurt every time Dean acted like it was something shameful. He tried not to think about the implications, that maybe it was the fact that it was Cas that Dean was ashamed of, rather than any internal hangups about his own sexuality. It wasn’t true, he was almost certain, but there was enough room for doubt that it was a constant battle not to let it take hold.

After all, Dean had raised Sam, how could he have any doubt that he would be anything other than fully supportive of Dean’s happiness? Unless he was just pretending at happy, of course.

As the weeks passed he felt himself growing smaller. That niggling concern that perhaps he didn’t mean as much to Dean as Dean did to him kept niggling, and all his arguments for the contrary weren’t strong enough to hold up. Outside the sanctuary of his room, Dean was no different; they still fought, still talked, still went hunting together, except that Dean didn’t seek out Castiel’s company anymore, instead waiting in his room for Cas to go to him. And any affectionate touches or looks were now reserved until they were behind closed doors. The first few weeks this has been exciting, it had been something to look forward to, to sequester himself in Dean’s room where he would be met with open arms and comfort. But that meant after a disturbing hunt, or a close call while they were still in the field, or a worrying piece of news, even if it affected Dean deeply, he would pull away from Cas’ touch as though it were something dirty, avoid his eyes like Dean had used to avoid his eyes, back before Dean trusted him with his vulnerability. Holding eye contact too long was against the rules after all.

He held Dean close most nights, writhing beneath him, panting his name, pressing sweet words into his skin, or with an arm slung over Cas’ chest while he slept, Cas’ fingers threading through his hair, and yet he had never felt so far away.

Eventually, around six months after the rules had been laid out, Cas realised that he couldn’t go on like this. Perhaps he had been idealistic in what a physical relationship entailed but if this was it then Cas wasn’t sure he wanted it anymore. He missed knowing that Dean would be at his back when needed, he missed feeling secure in his place with the Winchesters, he missed being able to sit comfortably in a room with his family and not be on edge about whether he was staring too long or sitting too close, or stating an opinion that would lead to a hushed argument cutting into the only time they had to be honest. Seeing Dean naked was nice, bringing him pleasure was a worship of which he would never tire, but compared to the bond they used to share, the one that wasn’t contained within four walls and a list of rules, where the passion and trust and care between them was solid and certain, it paled to barely a watermark.

If Dean had been truly happy with how things were then Castiel might have been able to bear it, but as it was, Cas had to say something.

“Dean,” Cas said one evening, gently pushing Dean away from where he was kissing his way down Castiel’s throat. “I’m sorry, I can’t do this anymore.”

“Can’t do what?” Dean asked, barely listening as he tried to get back in close. When Cas didn’t yield though, he sat back with a frown. “What?”

Cas shifted himself to a seated position and stared at his knees. “I want to go back to not sleeping together.”

Dean just blinked at him for a few moments before he said anything. “Oh,” was all he came out with, followed by a much smaller, “how come?”

“Because I understand that you want to keep this secret,” Cas said, his throat closing around the words. He swallowed. “But I don’t, and it’s not fair to try and force that from you, so there needs to stop being a secret.”

“You’re kidding me?” Dean said, irritation flaring in his voice. “This is because I won’t tell Sam.” He scoffed loudly and got off the bed, bending to find the shirt he had tossed aside mere moments before.

“We spend more time hiding our relationship than having one,” Cas fired back, already hating how this was going. “And you know, you know that Sam won’t give a crap about your sexuality so the only factor that you have to be ashamed of is me.”

“Oh, yeah, you really got me sussed, huh?” Dean snarked, yanking the shirt down over his head as though preparing to leave, as if this wasn’t his own room. “Like you won’t leave the second that this thing becomes real.”

That struck deep. “It wasn’t…?” Cas began, the question mark hanging there like the rope that life was supposed to be. Then he cleared his throat and stood too, gathering his own clothes and pulling them on, all without looking at Dean. He would not let Dean see how much that had hurt him. “I understand. It was never real for you. That’s why it’s been so easy for you to separate. That makes sense.” The anger hit him then and he spun violently around, his eyes beginning to sting. “If you had just told me that that’s what this was I could have saved us both the trouble! I’m sick of being used, Dean. Ever since I was created I’ve been somebody’s tool. I thought it was different with you, I thought—” He squeezed his eyes shut. No, of course. Dean never loved him. Cared for him perhaps, as a friend, and wanted to explore his sexuality in a safe environment with someone convenient. That’s all this was.

“If you think I’m indulging this pity-party, you’re wrong,” Dean snapped. “You knew what you were getting into, I was upfront. It’s been six months and not a word that this isn’t working for you but all of a sudden it’s so bad that you wanna cut and run!?”

“You said you weren’t ready,” Cas reminded him. “Was I supposed to pressure you?”

“You weren’t supposed to pretend!” Dean shouted. Then he winced and lowered his voice to a hiss. “That’s how relationships work. You talk about the things going wrong so you can fix them.”

“And how do we fix this, Dean? Because I can’t contain my love for you in this room and you can’t love me anywhere else. What are we supposed to do?”

Dean hesitated at that, then he said, slowly, like he was replaying Cas’ words, “You think I don’t love you?”

“I think that our friendship has suffered since we started having sex,” Cas said bluntly. He had to be blunt or the sorrow caused by that fact would overwhelm him. “We practically avoid each other unless it involves a hunt in order to abide by your rules. I didn’t realise that the price of a relationship would be to sacrifice everything the relationship was built on. Turns out that’s not a price I’m willing to pay, you’re too important to me.”

“Yeah, I feel real important right now.” Dean snapped. He folded his arms and turned away, and Cas knew he’d hit a nerve.

“Dean—” Cas reached out to touch him on the shoulder but Dean shrugged him off. He sighed. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be what you wanted.”

“What? Happy?” Dean shot back, his voice thick with emotion. “Yeah, me too.”

He felt a pang in his chest at that.

“I love you, Dean. No matter what we call our relationship, that will always be true.”

“Whatever.”

Taking that as a firm dismissal, Cas turned to leave.

“Cas, wait.”

He stopped, his hand on the doorknob.

“I’m not scared about what Sam would think about be being with you, not really.”

Cas turned back around. Dean’s back was still to him; his shoulders were hunched over, curled in on himself. Cas longed to stride forward, gather him up and place a kiss to each of his freckles.

“Then what are you scared of?”

Dean faced him then, his eyes open and terrified. “This. You taking off again. If I told Sam then I couldn’t ever take it back. And if something happens, and they know… it’ll just make everything so much worse.” He scoffed, a wet, sad sound. “Besides, if he saw how gone I am on you… he’ll start trying to get to me to retire, to take you and just get out and make a happy, apple pie life of our own. I can’t leave him, and I’m not ready to stop hunting.”

“I’d never ask you to,” Cas said gently, a little confused.

“I know. But honestly? I’m kinda terrified of how easy it would be.” He smiled then, a soft, wistful thing. “I’ve actually been thinking about it, making plans for what comes after.” He made a self-deprecating sound “Like I get that lucky. Like I haven’t known since I was five years old that there is no after for me. I’ll die a hunter. At the end of a spell or a blade or a set of claws, that’s how I’ve always wanted it, that’s what always felt right.”

“And now?”

“Now… as long as you’re there with me, I don’t really care so much how it ends.” Dean’s eyes were on his, and they mirrored the longing that Cas himself felt, the magnetic pull that drew him in. “That’s what scares me, Cas. If I tell Sam, it’ll change the way I look at my life, I’ll start wanting something more than what my dad planned, what I was so sure was the only path I had.”

“Dean,” Cas said, reaching for him, and Dean came easily. “Since when have you ever followed a plan set out for you that wasn’t your own?”

xxx

The next morning, Dean dropped a kiss to Cas’ hair at the breakfast table, right in front of Sam, who did nothing more than roll his eyes and mutter something that sounded suspiciously like, “Finally.”

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champagnesugamama · 6 years ago

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Waves Pt. 1/2

Author: Champagnesugamama

Summary: Well I was SUPPOSED to be working on All That Glitters, but I saw this pic and was listening to the song Waves by: Normani & 6lack and this was the lovechild of that mashup!

Warning: Sexual tension?, slight smut, slight teeny bit of angst(gotta squint), Adult language and themes, Fine ass Florian Munteanu cause EVERYONE needs a warning for him.

Thank God for the weekend

I'ma go out with my friends, I'd rather let the liquor sink in

Than the thoughts of you that I should not be thinking

“Thank god for weekends,” Y/n murmurs from the entrance of the kitchen as you kick off your heels and strip out of your clothes, throwing them in the hamper by the washing room door. Pressing play on the answering machine, you make a beeline to the wine chillin’ in the fridge.

“Hey Y/n...It’s Tyrone...from Costco's?....We met over your dog’s food,” You snorted knowing damn well you didn’t have a dog, but the muscle memory of the past crept past your barriers at that exact moment, and as to not look like a damn fool just staring at dog food, you brought a 10lb bag of $26 dog food for a dog you don’t even have. Already feeling emotionally drained from the forced walk of shame down memory lane, you clicked delete and proceeded to the next messages.

When I'm with someone else, it's feeling like I'm cheating

I just might go off the deep end

“Hey Giiiiirrrrrlllll....Bitch, I know you not still trippin’ over that cute ass Russian dude...Never mind don’t even answer that cause I already know the damn answer. You are comin’ out with us tonight, and that was not a request Ms. I-Like-to-plan-shit-and-then-not-go headass. All the new fine ass actors are going to be at Club One tonight. You know the niggas from that Creed shit. SO be ready ready by 9:30 tonight or you gon catch these fuckin’ hands. Love you bitch bye.” Well shit, your romantic evening by yourself just got thrown out the window. The clock above your stove said 5:30 P.M. You barely had enough time to do your hair.

You took one more mirror selfie, when you heard Tara loud ass screaming outside of your apartment. Damn can’t take her ass nowhere! Shit now I gotta hurry up cause my nosy ass neighbor will call the police on her irritating ass. I ran out to Tara’s packed ass black Escalade and hopped my happy ass in the front seat.

“OOOOO BITCH! I know you wasn’t comin to play! Who you tryin’ to catch out here! DAMN! My bitch lookin’ like a whole ass bag of monnnneeeeyyyy!” I made sure to pose and stick my tongue out at her Instagram story, doing a little twerk in the seat.

“Shiiitttt bitch you talking about me? You looking like you about to steal somebody daddy, son, nephew, and boss fuck outta here.” I said hyping her back up, as I plugged up my phone to play Cardi B’s Money.

We pulled up to VIP, and stepped out one at a time as to not overwhelm the masses. Every head turned in the direction of the music bumpin’ from the truck. We always arrive AFTER the celebrities to make an entrance. I lead my girls to the VIP entrance and wait for the bottle girl to escort us to our seats with the sprinklers, flashlights, and shit. When we walked in every bitch in the club stopped to see who was comin up in VIP, and every nigga broke their neck to stare at our asses. I felt like a zoo animal walking through the dance floor and up the VIP stairs, but I liked that shit. It made me feel better than I have in the last 6 months. I could feel the energy from the club pulsing through my chest and head, as we put our shit up.

Flo’s P.O.V.

“Ayo, Flo. Is that yo girl?!” I heard Michael call from across the VIP. I put down the hookah I was smokin’ and looked over at him.

“What you talking about man?” I asked him confused as fuck. How does he know Y/N.

“The girl that you got hella pictures of? Yea she walkin up the VIP stairs. And you stalk the shit out of her Instagram.” Oh shit. I look over to the stairs and saw some bullshit. I know she ain’t come in this club lookin like that. She looked at me and I pretended to be interested in the hookah in front of me as I watched her pass. Damn she looks good. Why did I stop talking to her again? Oh shit the movie. I had to focus, but I can’t remember her ever being a distraction to anything I did. She walked like she owned the world, and she did. She is my world. I should have never let her go. She was my peace in this new hectic fame driven world. She never wanted anything from me, and she is the only one that cared about me in this new media storm bullshit.

Y/N P.O.V.

I keep on going through the motions

But we ended long ago, I should be numb to these emotions

But you flood my memory just like an ocean, and

And I was drowning in devotion

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! I didn’t think Florian was gonna be here tonight! I froze at the top of the stairs and just stared at him. All of the love, hurt, passion, and resentment filled my chest like lead butterflies. God, I fucking missed him, but I’m still hurt over the way he ended our relationship. I guess I was just feelin’ him more than what he felt for me. Tara tapped me on the ass, and I snapped out of my stupid ass reminiscing. Fuck him. I’m here to have a good ass time with my girls. Imma just ignore his fine ass. As we got to our assigned booth, my walk past a nigga like he ain’t shit game was on point. Shit, I didn’t even glance back when I passed, but I felt him staring at me. Fuck! Why did that white Tee look so fucking good on him? Damn I need some good dick! That’s the problem, I need some Dick! Imma Find me a nigga tonight!

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emphoenixcat · 7 years ago

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Ayee, kinda hella sloppy ask. Also I'm cool if you don't wanna do this type of one, idk if you still do these. But maybe a suicidal Patton, logicality, honestly idc about the plot I just have a weird obsession with sad Pat, maybe someone walking in on him doing something? Idk, I just really like your writing

Okay, sorry this took so long. I thought I would have trouble coming up with something, but then I ended up writing like 8 pages in google docs. Whoops!

Summary: Patton keeps hearing voices and they won’t leave him alone. He begins to accept that they are his own intrusive thoughts and that there is nothing he can do to stop them.

Warnings: suicide attempt, intrusive thoughts, defibrillation, heart problems, drowning.

He couldn’t take the voices anymore.

He had promised himself that he would stay strong for them. His family.

But did they think of him that way? Was he family?

Patton wasn’t so sure. The voices didn’t help, they only made him more uncertain about his purpose.

What are you? What are you to them? They don’t love you. They don’t need you.

He shook his head, trying to get rid of the unpleasant words. He could never tell if they were really his own thoughts or someone else’s.

You know it’s true. They only pretend to accept you out of pity. Do you know all the problems you cause? All the pain?

“Tha–that’s not true.”

Isn’t it? You were never the embodiment of happiness, but just the embodiment of pain. They know it. They feel it. No matter how much you try to keep it inside. No matter how strong you pretend to be, you are weak.

“N–no, you’re wrong. I don’t know what you are, but this–these aren’t my thoughts,” he insisted.

Oh, but we are. We are a part of you and you can’t escape yourself, unless….

“No. No, shut up. That’s not even an option.”

It’s always an option.

Patton shook his head once more and hastily moved to the door, he couldn’t take anymore of this. He knew he had to get out of there, it was his only hope. The thoughts seldom followed him outside of his own room. They would find him later, they always did. But he needed to get away before–before he started agreeing with them again.

He practically ran out the door, accidentally crashing into somebody. He fell backwards in surprise.

“Ow! What? Who? Oh uh….are you okay, Pat?”

Patton glanced up and saw that he had bumped into Virgil, who was now eyeing the moral side in concern.

“Uh yeah. Yeah, I’m alright.”

Virgil scrutinized his face with an inquisitive look, “No you’re not.”

“What? Don’t be silly. I was just surprised is all. I didn’t expect to see you, kiddo,” Patton smiled reassuringly.

The anxious side stared at him in disbelief, “You–you’re crying, Pat.”

Patton slowly raised his hand to his eyes. Sure enough, there were fresh tears there and they were still falling down his cheeks like rain.

“C’mon,” Virgil offered his hand and helped Patton up off the ground. “You can tell me everything or–if you want to–we can just hang out until you feel better.”

Patton nodded gratefully as the anxious side led him to the common room of the mindscape.

The moral side sat down on the couch as Virgil walked up to the cabinet near the TV set and opened it, searching for a movie that Patton would like. He turned to the moral side with an armful of movies.

“Okay, so we’re gonna talk. But I figured that you would like to have something on in the background, in case you feel awkward or something.”

Morality wiped at his eyes, “What about the others? What are they gonna think?”

“Don’t worry, they’re both busy. Princey said he was going on another quest or whatever, and Logan’s upstairs overworking himself as usual. You can talk to them, but only if you’re feeling up to it.”

“Thanks, Virge.”

“Hey, don’t mention it. Uh, so what would you like to watch?” he gestured at the pile of movies that he had plopped on the couch. Patton pointed to Lilo and Stitch, Virgil nodded and went to put the disc in.

You’re bothering him. He doesn’t want to be here listening to your problems. He’s just being polite.

The moral side gave a startled gasp. The voice wasn’t supposed to be here right now.

Virgil turned around at the sound, “What is it?”

Don’t tell him, he doesn’t care. Why should he?

“No–nothing.”

He narrowed his eyes, “Patton….”

The worry on Virgil’s face made Patton want to tell him. Maybe if he just told him….

No. It’s his job to worry. He’s doing his job, nothing more. He doesn’t love you. You’re not family. You’ll never be family.

Morality forced a relaxed demeanor, contorting his mouth into an awkward forgery of a smile. He knew it was broken and that new tears were dripping from his eyes.

Anxiety’s frown only deepened, “Dad, I want to help. Whatever it is, please just tell me.”

Hope sparked in him, Virgil had called him his dad. All Patton wanted to do was hold his son in his arms and tell him all that was bothering him.

You really think he thinks of you as a father figure? You think that he could ever look up to you? Look at you, you’re the child. Nothing, but a big blubbering baby. He’s simply mocking you.

Patton pulled at his hair in frustration before abruptly standing up and leaving the room. He couldn’t be weak in front of him. He couldn’t do this.

You can’t do anything.

Run.

Escape.

Exit.

It won’t do any good until you leave everything behind for good.

He slammed his bedroom door behind him, locking it in place. The others couldn’t come in without his permission. The mindscape wouldn’t allow it.

Virgil tried to knock on the door politely, yet the way Patton had run out of the room had the anxious side in a panic. “Patton? Dad? Please open the door, I just want to know you’re alright.”

But the voice bombarded the moral side, relentless and excited. This was it. This was the moment it had been waiting for.

Do it. End it. You’ll only be left alone once you leave the world alone.

You don’t belong here.

Patton shoved the stacks of memorabilia aside. Clothes, toys, CDs, photos, and other miscellaneous items clattered to the floor. And he searched. Searched for a reason to stay, but the voice had grown louder, splitting into separate voices once again. They fed off of his emotions, like leeches they drained him of his happiness. The uncontrollable thoughts continued to multiply, another and then another until there were more than the moral side could keep track of. They wouldn’t stop talking, they wouldn’t stop extinguishing every small flicker of hope he had.

Patton barely heard Virgil over the thoughts anymore, though the anxious side was crying now, pounding at the bedroom door desperately.

The moral side scoured the piles of photographs and once beautiful memories, now tainted with the words of the voices.

My thoughts, he corrected. My words. My weakness.

They pushed him forward to a door at the back of his room. A door he had never seen before.

Run.

Escape.

Exit.

Morality reached out an unsteady hand and turned the knob, curious as to what was on the other side of it. He shuddered when he saw, when he realized what it was. What the voices expected him to do.

And the voices became louder in his mind, a deafening cacophony that only he could hear. They whispered, they yelled, they screamed.

Anything was better than this. Anything.

Everything finally turned to blissful silence as Patton let himself be submerged by the chilling water. Numbness. Nothing.

And darkness took over.

—-

In a deeper part of the mindscape, Roman suddenly heard Virgil’s cries of distress. A vision of a locked door and danger flashed through his mind. Though he didn’t know what it was all about, something about it shook him to the very core.The prince turned away from his quest, intent on finding the nearest portal back to the others. Something wasn’t right. Whatever the problem was, he knew he had to help.

—-

Locked away in his room with its sound-proof walls, the logical side worked away at his computer. Logan was deeply engrossed in the activity of sorting out what belonged in Thomas’ short-term memory and what was important enough to go into his long-term memory. Everything was perfectly normal. Logic glanced at his watch a few times, noticing that he was ahead of schedule and he let out a sigh of relief before smiling triumphantly.

He was contemplating taking a quick snack break, when a strange buzzing interrupted his thoughts. Logan surveyed his surroundings in confusion, noticing words appear on his computer screen. Giant red letters that read Error.

That had never happened before. This computer was a part of Thomas’ mindscape. This computer wasn’t supposed to have errors. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong.

—-

They found Virgil at the door of Patton’s room, futilely punching the door. He didn’t notice the others’ appearance, he was too blinded by tears and worry.

Without asking questions, Roman softly placed a hand on the anxious side’s shoulder and moved him aside. The prince drew his sword from its holster and concentrated. It transformed into an axe.

Virgil’s eyes widened, but he nodded slightly. He hoped the mindscape would allow this infringement of privacy. Hopefully, it realized how crucial the situation was.

Roman gestured for the others to move back and took a swing at the door. It took a few hacks before they were able to reach in and turn the knob.

The door creaked open and they quickly stepped inside.

It was uncharacteristically quiet and Patton was nowhere to be found.

—-

The moral side felt the cold seeping into his lungs as he sank deeper and deeper beneath the waves, becoming lost in the sea of emotions. He was in the subconscious. He didn’t know how deep it was or if there was any end to it.

There was no going back now. There was no way of getting back, even if he wanted to.

The darkness continued to pull him farther from the surface.

—-

Virgil was the first to break the silence, “Patton! Where are you?”

The others joined him in his calls for the moral side.

“You won’t find him.”

They whirled around simultaneously.

Deceit.

“I should’ve known that you had something to do with this. What did you do with Patton?” Virgil glared.

Deceit smirked, “I didn’t do anything to him. He did it all to himself.”

Roman stepped up to the other, his axe shifting into a sword. He brandished the weapon out before him, pointing it at Deceit’s throat. “Where is he?”

The snake-like side simply laughed, “No need to resort to violence.”

Meanwhile, Logan inched away from the group as he searched the bedroom for any clues. He knew that Deceit was toying with them and wouldn’t give them any information until it was much too late.

Virgil gritted his teeth, light sparking between his fingers.

Deceit grinned, “Calm down, Virgil. We wouldn’t want Thomas to be negatively impacted by your heightened anxiety. You remember what happened the last time you used your powers, don’t you?”

“If you really cared about Thomas, you wouldn’t be hurting Patton.”

The villainous side tutted in disapproval, “Thomas doesn’t need Morality. He’ll get along perfectly fine without him. You’ll see.”

The electricity danced dangerously in the anxious side’s hands now. His voice was surprisingly calm, “No. No, you’re going to tell me where he is.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Because I’m done reigning my emotions in.”

With lightning speed, Virgil grabbed Deceit by the throat. Energy crackled and sparked as the anxious side sent a bolt through the other side’s body.

“Virgil, you shouldn’t–”

“Shut it, Princey. I’m done letting this creep get away with hurting us. Damn the consequences.”

“Virgil!”

This time it was Logan who spoke, his voice laced with an edge of urgency.

Anxiety let the flaring light in his hand die down, but didn’t loosen his hold on Deceit’s throat. He turned to face the logical side with a questioning look on his face.

Logic tried to speak matter-of-factly, but his voice wavered. “I believe Patton entered the—the subconscious,” he pointed.

The anxious side let Deceit out of his chokehold, pushing him away in disgust before heading toward the back of the room. The deceitful side rubbed at his neck and glowered at Virgil.

A glossy black door covered in strange symbols was at the back of Morality’s room. A door Virgil had hoped to never see again.

He ran in without a second thought, ready to leap into the sea of emotions before him, but Logan held him back from the inky dark waves.

“Jumping in after him would be unreasonable.”

Anxiety chewed his lip in thought, “What do we do then?”

The logical side looked like he was at a loss of words.

“Do you think a seadragon could swim through the subconscious?” Roman asked from behind them.

“Roman, don’t be ridicu–”

“No, wait a sec. Princey might have a point. His realm and Patton’s realm would be more strongly linked to the subconscious part of the mind. Maybe it’ll work….” Virgil mused.

Logan glanced at the dangerous rippling sea before them and gave a decisive nod, “Roman is connected to the dreamworld which, in turn, is linked to the subconscious. Perhaps only something made of dreams can traverse subconscious waters.”

Without further prompting, Roman used his creative power to summon a massive seadragon with iridescent aquamarine scales.

“Will it be able to find Patton?” the anxious side asked as he eyed the creature with curiosity.

“One of the perks of being the prince, I can see what they see. I’ll know when they find Patton.”

The seadragon gracefully dived beneath the glossy surface of the subconscious and the prince let his eyes flutter shut as he focused his mind, connecting with the creature in a way that only Creativity could.

“I honestly don’t know what all the fuss is about,” Deceit said from the doorway.

Logan crossed his arms, “You wouldn’t know the first thing about honesty.”

Deceit laughed and Virgil tried his best to contain his anger. “Why? Why would you do this? I know you’re a freakin jerk, but I thought that even you had some common sense. Having Morality away like this is crazy and disastrous.”

“Don’t treat me like a fool, Anxiety. The others are tired of you four always being in control. We’re as much a part of Thomas as you. And that Morality….he had the strongest influence over Thomas. And that idiot didn’t even realize his own strength.”

“Don’t you dare call Patton an idiot,” Virgil nearly growled.

“Whatever. You needn’t worry about Morality. He’ll still be a part of Thomas, he just won’t be as influential as you and I. It’s like how a person’s heart continues to beat even as they sleep.”

“You just don’t get it do you?” he snapped.

Logan interrupted Virgil and spoke directly to the deceitful side, “Morality represents more than morals, he encompasses all of Thomas’ emotions. He is the source of love and hope. Without him, Thomas would have no Creativity or Anxiety. While he is the counterbalance of Deceit, I suppose he also keeps me from forgetting what truly matters. Whether we like it or not, we are a unit. As Patton would say, we are family.”

Deceit grimaced, “It’s a sad day when Logic starts spouting nonsense.”

The logical side adjusted his glasses and narrowed his eyes, “Falsehood. Unlike you, I only speak fact.”

The snake-like side waved his hand dismissively before sinking out of the room, “You lie a lot more than you would like to believe.”

—-

A torrent of water sprayed forth as the seadragon emerged from the subconscious, carefully cradling Morality in its arms.

Sadness filled the seadragon’s eyes and the creature placed the moral side near Logan and Virgil before moving to check on Roman.

The prince had slumped to the floor after the creature had resurfaced from the ocean’s depths, his energy drained.

“Virgil, go make sure Roman is alright. I’ll look after Patton.”

The anxious side did as instructed, feeling for a heartbeat. “Princey’s okay, I think he’s just worn out. He must’ve overstrained himself to find Patton.”

Virgil turned to ask how Patton was, but stopped when he saw the look on the logical side’s face.

Logan turned to him, “He’s….I can’t find a pulse.”

The anxious side felt like he had been punched in the stomach.

Patton had to be alright. He just had to be.

“Sudden cardiac arrest,” Logan muttered to himself.

“Wh–what’s that?”

Logic suddenly grabbed Virgil’s arm, “There still might be a chance. Go get some towels and some spare clothes. Quickly!”

Anxiety didn’t need to be told twice, he bolted out of the room and gathered up what he needed. When he came back, Logan was giving chest compressions to Patton. He glanced up after he was done and went to work, pulling off the moral side’s wet clothes.

“We don’t have an Automated External Defibrillator, but I don’t think we need one if we have you,” Logan explained.

Virgil frowned, “Are you suggesting that I give an electric shock to Patton.”

Logan finished wiping up the puddles of water, making sure that no moisture remained, “We don’t have much of a choice here, Virge. Roman is the only one who can conjure something as complex as an AED machine. You’re the next best thing.”

Anxiety wrung his hands together nervously, he had no idea how this would affect Thomas. Not only that, but he had stopped using his powers after he had left the dark sides. What if he couldn’t control how much voltage went into the shock?

The logical side ushered Anxiety toward Patton and instructed him to place his left hand on the upper area of the moral side’s chest and to place his right hand lower, to the side of the ribcage.

“Don’t worry, Virgil. You’ve got this. I know you do,” Logan reassured, giving the anxious side a faint smile before backing away.

Virgil pushed back the fear that he couldn’t save Patton. Failure wasn’t an option. This needed to be done, and this needed to be done now.

With one swift and decisive movement, Virgil sent the current of electricity to Patton’s heart.

He paused and gently felt for a pulse in the other’s neck. Nothing.

Trying not to let that discourage him, the anxious side directed the surge of electricity again and then paused once more to feel for a heartbeat.

This time, there was a faint rhythmic thudding.

Anxiety sighed with relief, wanting nothing more than to hold Patton tightly in his arms and never let go. He settled for holding the other’s hand.

“He’s breathing,” Virgil whispered.

The anxious side heard Logan let out a breath. Logic had been just as afraid as him.

—-

It was a few days before Patton woke up.

When he did, he found that he was surrounded by teddy bears, chocolates, flowers, and friends. A new pair of glasses sat on his bedside table, he reached out and put them on. Roman and Logan were fast asleep on some chairs near his bed. Virgil was the only one awake.

Virgil glanced up when he heard Patton struggling to sit up in bed.

“Dad….” he whispered quietly, drawing Patton’s attention.

“Virgil,” he softly smiled and then frowned slightly, “What happened?”

“What do you remember?”

The moral side furrowed his brows in thought, “I was with you, I think. We were going to watch a movie, but….”

He shuddered slightly, remembering the cruel voice.

Virgil wrapped his hands around Patton’s hand. “It’s okay. I know about the voices and what they–what they must’ve said to you.”

Tear droplets pricked at the corner of Patton’s eyes, “They weren’t just voices. They were—they were my thoughts.”

“No, Pat. I promise you, they weren’t. It was Deceit and the other dark sides toying with your emotions. They wanted you gone because you’re their most powerful adversary.”

“Powerful? But they told me I was weak. They said that I caused nothing but pain to everyone.”

Virgil’s face darkened, “And they made you believe it too. Those fucking liars.”

“Virgil!” Patton’s eyes widened and the anxious side gave a sheepish smile.

“It’s true, Patton. They freakin manipulated you. Broke you down until—until you felt like leaving us.”

The moral side was beginning to remember now and he hung his head in shame, “I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have let them get to me. I should’ve been stronger.”

The anxious side squeezed his hand reassuringly, “Don’t beat yourself up about it. They’re awfully good at getting in people’s heads.”

“Did I–did I hurt Thomas?”

He avoided Patton’s eyes, “He–he had a panic induced heart attack, but he’s recovering. It wasn’t just you. I had to use my abilities.”

“Oh. I hope he’s okay.”

“He should be. I explained everything that had happened, I think he understands.”

An unpleasant feeling came over Patton. He watched Virgil carefully, noticing something he hadn’t before. He had assumed that his strange son was always shifting his eyes around the room because he was Anxiety and that just made him overly vigilant, but….

“How do you know, Virge?”

“How do I know what?” he shifted uncomfortably.

“How do you know that they’re good at getting in people’s heads?”

Anxiety sighed, “Because they’ve done it to me before. They didn’t go so far as pushing me to that part of the mind. They did, however, show me the door to the subconscious. I was just a game to them. It wasn’t like what they tried to do to you. They were serious this time, and I can only imagine how bad that was.”

Patton gasped, “You never told me!”

“I wasn’t close to you like I am now.”

The moral side pulled Virgil in for a hug, “I need to know these things. I want to help.”

Virgil rolled his eyes, but hugged Patton back. “I promise to tell you when I’m hurting, but you have to promise me the same thing.”

The moral side nodded, beginning to pull away from the embrace. To his surprise, Virgil pulled him closer, refusing to let go so quickly.

“I was so afraid I lost you, dad.”

Patton cradled his son in his arms, whispering soothing words of comfort.

—-

Roman and Logan awoke to find father and son nestled together and fast asleep. A beautiful scene that made them smile.

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hiyabradley · 6 years ago

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“This is one of the best days of my life!” Realisation and Love Chapter 5 (Part 2/2)

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Warnings? None

Words: 2125

We had now boarded our flight, I still had no idea where we was going and I don't think Brad was going to tell me where we was going until we had actually reached our destination.

I looked over at him and saw that he already had his earphones in, a way of calming him down when flying. I tapped him on the shoulder. He took one earphone out and turned to face me.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"Just a bit nervous!" He weakly smiled.

I took his hands in mine. "You'll be okay, I promise!" I kissed him on the cheek, then placed my head on his shoulder and placed the earphone he wasn't using in my ear.

"Oh!"

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, you wanna listen to music with me?"

"If that's okay?"

"Of course!"

He pressed play on his phone and suddenly music filled my ear along with everyone else's conversation on the plane.

I started laughing at soon as I recognised a song from the playlist he was playing. "Is this your Plane playlist from Spotify?" I asked.

"Yes, why? Do you want me to change it to something else?" He suggested.

"No you can keep it on, I was just expecting you to listen to some meditation app or something?"

He laughed. "No! Music is more relaxing!"

"Okay, you enjoy your music, I'm gonna see what movies they have on this thing!" I placed his earphone back in his ear and started browsing through the movies they had until I found one I liked. I grabbed my earphones out of my bag and connected them to the screen thingy.

I settled down into the movie until I felt a tug on my earphones.

"What movie are you watching?" Brad asked.

"Pitch Perfect Two!"

"Can I watch it with you!"

"Of course!" I gave him the other side of my earphones.

We both settled down into the movie until I started drifting off.

*******

Before I knew it the plane had landed in the destination Brad had picked for us to go on holiday in.

We stepped off of the plane and I could feel the heat already.

"Welcome to The Brahmas baby girl!"

"The Brahmas?"

"Yes!" He smiled.

I hugged him so tightly that I probably squished him to death.

"I've always wanted to come here!"

"I know, that's why I've brought you here!"

"Thank you! Oh wow, I love you so much!"

"I love you so much too! Now c'mon!"

We went and got our suitcases and then got a taxi to the hotel he had booked!

******

We was three days into our holiday, I absolutely loved it here, everything was so beautiful and perfect. I walked into mine and Brad's room and saw he had placed a beautiful red dress on the bed with a note:

"Dear Y/N,

I'm not sure if you'll like this or not? If not then feel free to wear something else. I've made dinner reservations for us, I'll come and collect you at 6:30pm

Lots of love, B x"

I looked over at the clock on the wall. It was 3:00pm. I jumped in the shower and began getting ready.

I did my hair and makeup, I then put on the dress that Brad had picked out for me, it was absolutely beautiful!

Before I knew it, it was 6:30pm. There was at knock on the door. I went and opened it to see Brad standing there. He looked me up and down.

"Damn. Oh wow!" He smirked.

"Don't you getting any ideas!" I playfully hit him.

"Um, I might be!"

"Oi!"

He smiled cheekily "C'mon!"

I took his hand and he led me to a taxi that was waiting for us outside of the hotel.

******

"Baby girl, this is gonna sound wried but is it alright if I blindfold you?" Brad asked.

"Blindfold me?" I asked confused!

"Yeah! I want it to be a surprise!"

"But we're just going for dinner aren't we?"

"Not exactly! Now is it alright if I blindfold you?"

"Um, okay?"

He gently placed the blindfold over my eyes. The taxi then came to a stop.

"Ready baby?" He asked.

"Um no! I can't see where I'm going!"

"I'll help you!"

He guided me to the place where we was having dinner.

"Okay you can take your blindfold off now!" He spoke.

He carefully helped me take my blindfold off to reveal a beautiful beach setting and a picnic laid out on the sand.

"Brad, what's happening?" I asked.

He took my hands in his and cleared his throat.

"Y/N Y/L/N, from the very first day that I saw you, I knew you was the one for me. Yes we've had our many ups and downs, but I wouldn't of had it any other way, I think that's what lead to me bringing you here and I'm about to ask you something that I've always dreamt of asking you. I thought I had lost you that certain day, which I'm not going to go into details about, because that's not important, what's important is that you're still with me and I couldn't imagine myself being here with anyone else but you. You're perfect in every way possible. I love you so so much!"

He then got down on one knee and pulled out a black box from his pocket and opened it.

"Oh my god!" I blinked back my tears.

"Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?"

"Yes! Of course! Oh my god!" He slipped the ring onto my finger. I then jumped into his arms and kissed him!

"Woah!" He stumbled backwards.

"Sorry! I'm just so overwhelmed! I can't believe it!" I looked at my ring. "Wow! It's beautiful!"

"I wasn't sure if you'd like it? Your parents and my parents helped me pick it out!"

"Brad, I love it! It's so beautiful! Thank you!" I kissed him again, which he returned. Soon enough we was making out on the beach.

I pulled away for air.

"Maybe we should stop?" I suggested.

"No ones gonna see us, we have this entire bit of beach to ourselves!" He kissed me.

"Brad! As much as I love kissing you and now being your fiancé, can we actually eat something cause I'm really hungry!"

He laughed! "Of course!" He lead me over to the picnic.

"I made your favourite! Mini pizzas and chicken nuggets!" He smiled.

"Did you really make all of this?" I laughed.

"No, you know I can't cook to save my life! I had somebody make food for us!"

"That doesn't surprise me!" I took a bite of one of the mini pizzas.

"Speaking of surprises I've got one more for you!"

"What else could top this?"

"A beautiful sunset possibly?"

I turned around to see one of the most beautiful sunsets I had ever seen!

"Wow!" I said breath taken, suddenly I felt two arms wrap around my shoulders

"Has it topped it?" He whispered.

I turned around and wrapped my arms around his waist.

"No! Nothing could ever top you proposing, other than our wedding!"

"You know what?"

"What?"

"This is one of the best days of my life!" He smiled.

"Mine too!" I smiled back.

We then continued watching the sunset and enjoying our picnic. Nothing could get any better than this, expect the day we actually got married of course!

#thevampsband #bradley simpson #bradleysimpson #bradsimpson #thevamps #thevampsbrad #hiyabradley #bradsimpsonimagine #the vamps imagine #imagine

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Duke Reviews: Furious 7

Hi Everyone, I'm Andrew Leduc And Welcome To Duke Reviews Where We Are Continuing Our Look At The Fast And Furious Films By Talking About Furious 7

This Film Sees Dom And His Crew Having Their New Peace Shattered By Deckard Shaw (Played By Jason Statham) Who Kills Han And Destroys Dom And Mia's Home When He Seeks Vengeance For What Dom Did To His Younger Brother, Owen Shaw (Played By Luke Evans) In The Last Movie. This Film Marks The Last Appearance Of Paul Walker, Who Died During Production In A Single Vehicle Crash On November 30th, 2013, His Death Devastated The Cast Greatly Including Vin Diesel Who Is Still Devastated To This Day. Walker's Brothers, Caleb And Cody Finished Up Their Brother's Scenes And Script Rewrites Were Made To Complete Walkier And Brewster's Character Arcs (That Is Until Brewster Wanted To Come Back For The 9th One Coming In 2020)...

So, Let's Find Out How They Say Goodbye To Brian O'Conner As We Watch Furious 7...

The Film Starts With Deckard Shaw Who Is Visiting His Comatose Brother, Owen Shaw (And Yes That's Luke Evans Playing Him In A Coma) In The Hospital To Tell Him That He's Going To Settle The Score With Dom As We See A Nurse And A Doctor Cower As He Says Before He Leaves To Take Care Of Owen Or He'll Be Back...

While The Opening Credits Roll We See Damage All Over The Hospital That Deckard (Most Likely) Caused As He Walks Out Of The Hospital...

After That Cool Scene We See Dom And A Still Amnesia Ridden Letty, Driving In The Middle Of The Desert Which Leads To Our Title Card!...

Asking Where They're Going, It Turns Out That Dom Is Taking Her To A Familiar Place, Namely Race Wars, Which Has Become A Worldwide Event Since The First Movie...

With Letty Racing Some Guy, She Wins When The Guy Blows Out His Engine Which Leads To Everyone Congratulating Her, Even Iggy Azalea But With Everyone Crowding Her, The Pressure Gets To Be Too Much For Letty...

Which Leads To Her Punching Hector From The First Movie (Yes, He's Back) Before Driving Off...

Meanwhile, Brian Faces A New Challenge....

Parenthood...

Finding Letty At Her Grave, Dom Goes To Smash It, But Letty Stops Him Saying That It's The Truth That's When Letty Died And That's When She Was Born. Saying That Despite The Memories That Dom Has Shared With Her, It's All A Blank Slate And That If She's Ever Going To Discover Anything Now, She's Got To Do It Herself, She Walks Off...

Meanwhile At The DDS, Neves Take Off For Night, But Before She Goes Hobbs Gives Her Something, A Letter Of Recommendation But As He Returns To His Office, He Finds Deckard Shaw In His Office Who Says He's Looking For The Team That Put Owen In The Hospital, Hobbs Lies Off Course Saying That It Was Him But Shaw Knows He's Lying Which Leads To A Fight Between The 2 Men And Neves Who Tries To Save Hobbs...

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With Hobbs And Neves Blown Out Of The Building Only To Land On A Car, We See Shaw Leave As We See Who He's Going After First, Han...

Back At The Toretto House, Brian Gets Ready To Take His Son, Jack To School As Mia Talks With Dom About How Brian Is Having A Hard Time Adjusting To Being A Dad Which Leads Mia To Tell Dom Some Good News, She Is Pregnant Again But She's Afraid On How Brian Will Take The News...

Getting A Box From Han In Tokyo, Dom Gets A Call From Deckard Shaw (Which Is The Same Scene From The End Of Furious 6) Which After He Hangs Up, Causes The Box To Explode, Destroying The Toretto House...

Getting A Call From Neves, Dom Visits Hobbs In The Hospital, Where He's Eating Jello And Watching The Bill Bixby Hulk Series While His Daughter Keeps Him Company...

(Dom)You Kidding, Kid? I Almost Killed Your Dad With A Wrench....

(Hobbs) Thank God She's Gone, She's Been Begging Me To Sing You're Welcome For Hours...

(Dom) Hey, If That's Anything, Brian's Kid Likes It When I Say I Am Groot...

Asking Who Was Behind The Attack, Hobbs Tells Dom About Deckard Shaw Who Was A British Special Forces Assassin Before His Own People Turned On Him, Making Him Basically A Ghost...

Asking Hobbs How To Find Him, Hobbs Says He Doesn't, Asking Dom To Stay Out Of This But Knowing That Dom Won't Hobbs Asks Him To Do A Favor For Him When And If He Finds Shaw....

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Sending Brian And Mia To Stay With A Friend In Monte Cristi In The Dominican Republic, Mia Gets A Call From Dom Who Tells Her That The Sins Of London Have Followed Them Home, Knowing That Dom Will Need Brian With Him Mia Decides To Hold Off Telling Him About The Baby As Dom Tells Mia To Tell Brian That He'll See Him In LA In 2 Days As He's Going To Tokyo To Bring What's Left Of Han Home...

Talking With Brian, Mia Tells Him To Be Careful As She Makes Him Promise That After This It's Over...

Oh, God Not This Song Again! If They Knew They Were Going Back To Tokyo Drift Why Didn't They Use This Song?...

It Would Be A Hell Of A Lot Better Than The Boring Piece Of Crap Song They Chose...

Anyway, We Get A Rehash Of The End Of Tokyo Drift, As Through Old Footage, We See Twinkie Tell Sean And Neela That Close To Han Wants To Race Him Which In Tokyo Drift Leads To This...

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But After That Scene We Get New Footage As We Hear About Sean And Dom's Race Where It Sounds Like Dom Kicked His Ass. Anyway, Sean Gives Dom Some Stuff He Found At The Crash Scene (Which Was Never Seen In Tokyo Drift But Still) Including A Picture Of Giselle And The Cross Left By Shaw When He Killed Han...

Wait A Minute, Sean! Someone Says That Your Friend Was Killed And You're Gonna Do Nothing About It At All? Then Why Did We Have You In This Film If You Weren't Going To Join Dom's Team Whatsoever When They Get Revenge For The Person You Called Your Friend?!? Hell, He Doesn't Even Attend The Funeral In The Next Scene I Mean If Harley Keener Can Attend Tony Stark's Funeral Then Sean Should Have Attended Han's Funeral, Thanks For Nothing, Sean Thanks For Nothing!

So After That Pointless Scene, We Cut To Han's Funeral, Where Dom Vows Vengeance Against Deckard Shaw As Brian Promises To Tej And Roman That After Shaw's Funeral There'll Be No More Funerals...

But As Brian Says That Dom Notices A Silver Car Which Somehow He Knows That Shaw Is Driving Which Leads Dom To After It...

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Shaw Leaves After He Gets Under Attack By People Who Look Like SWAT Or Military But Turns Out They're Run By Somebody Else, This Is Mr. Nobody (Played By Kurt Russell) Who Is There On Behalf Of Hobbs To Tell Dom That When Him And His Team Arrived In London They Walked In The Middle Of A War Between Shadows And Ghosts Like Him And It's Now Followed Them Home...

Which Leads Nobody To Buy Dom A Drink Before He Tells Him That He Can He Can Help Him Nab Shaw...

Travelling To A Covert Base In El Secundo, Nobody Tells Dom About A Terrorist Named Mose Jakande Who Recently Kidnapped A Hacker Who Goes By The Name Ramsey Who Has Created A Device Known As God's Eye That Can Basically Hack Anything That's On A Digital Network (Every Phone, Satellite, ATM And Computer) Simultaneously...

But Allow Me To Put It In The Way Nobody Puts It, It Took Them A Decade To Find Osama Bin Laden But With The God's Eye They Would Have Found Him A lot Quicker...

Telling Dom That This Device Could Be Disasterous In The Wrong Hands, Dom Realizes Why Nobody Needs Him But The Question He Has Is Why Does He Need Nobody And The Answer Is Simple...

Shaw Lives In A World That Doesn't Play By Dom's Rules And Like It Or Not He's Part Of That World Now, So, He Tells Dom That If He Gets The God's Eye, He Will Dom Use It To Find Shaw Until He's Arrested. Dom Accepts Nobody's Offer On The Condition That He Does It His Way With His Team (Which Nobody Has Already Gotten)...

With Ramsey Being Taken By Armed Motorcade Through The Caucasus Mountain Range, Roman Thinks That Their Plan Is Absolutely Crazy To The Point That He's Ready To Walk If They Don't Let Him Make Some Leadership Decisions And..They Do...

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(Mimicking Roman) Aw, You Know I Wasn't...You Know What Roman? Zip It!

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But Despite Me Thinking That Roman's Being A Pain In The Butt Here He Does Come Up With A Plan Despite DJ's Partner/Ex-Boyfriend From Fuller House Shooting Him Down At Times...

So With The Plan Set, The Team Is Finally Complete As Letty Arrives Saying That Despite What She Said Earlier, Han Was Family And She's Gonna Help...

Dom Tells Brian To Get Long Travel Suspension And Limited Slip Differentials On All The Cars While Works On The Demon Love Child Of Cars...

Which Tej Says Will Only Slow Him Down But Dom Says That This It's Not About Being Fast...

With The Team In Their Cars Talking, Nobody Tells Them To Be As Low-Key As Possible As A Door Opens To Reveal They're On Board An Airplane...

With Each Of Them Backing Up, They All Go Flying...

However, Roman Is Having Second Thoughts About This...

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With Everyone Except Roman Losing Their Parachutes, They Find The Motorcade Near The Caucasus Mountain, Where They Use Tej's Car As A Shield To Knock Down 2 Cars With Gattling Guns, Brian And Tej Drive On The Side Of The Bus To Place Charges On The Back But They Have More Guns On The Sides Of The Bus...

But With The Charges Set, Dom And Letty Launch Grappling Hooks At The Back Of The Bus In Which After Brian And Tej Blow The Charges, Dom And Letty Pull Down The Back Of The Bus...

With Brian Going In, He Fights The Men On-Board Before Finding Ramsey Who Is A Woman (Played By Game Of Thrones Nathalie Emmanuel) But After Brian Frees Her She Jumps Onto Dom's Vehicle However, There Is Another Vehicle Approaching That Is Being Driven By Deckard Shaw That Is Trying To Prevent Dom From Getting Ramsey...

But Back On Board The Motorcade, Brian Is Being Attacked By A Guard Named Kiet (Played By Tony Jaa) Who Brian Ends Up Fighting But As Dom Finally Gets Ramsey Inside His Car, He Ends Up Going Off Road With Ramsey And Jakande's Forces Behind Him...

As Brian Continues Fighting Kiet, Kiet Accidentally Knocks Out The Driver Which Causes The Motorcade To Turn On It's Side, Sliding Toward A Cliff...

With Kiet Trapping Brian While He Escapes, Brian Ends Up Using The Front Of The Vehicle Which Is Now Hanging Off Of A Cliff. Roman Reappears To Help Dom With Shaw's Vehicle As Brian Escapes The Bus By Climbing The Front And Running Up The Side Of The Bus Before Jumping Onto Letty's Car...

(Letty) Brian? You Dead?

(Brian) Ya, Mon...

(Warning: The Following Was A Cool Runnings Reference For The Following Scene And I Am Not In Anyway Shape Or Form Making Fun Of Paul Walker's Death So Please Do Not Leave Me Bad Comments For Believing That I Am Making Fun Of Paul Walker's Death When Really I Am Not We Now Return You To Your Regularly Scheduled Review Already In Progress)

With Dom And Roman Returning To The Road, He Tells Roman To Find The Others While He Leads These Soldiers Off However, They End Up Cornering Dom Where He's Confronted By The Man Himself, Mose Jakande (Played By Djimon Hounsou)...

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I'd Actually Like Dom To Give Him His Name So That Mose Would Go...

(Laughing) I Had To Do That In A Movie With 3 People That Have Appeared In Both Guardians 1&2, I Just Had To Do That...

Telling Ramsey To Put On The Helmet Under The Seat, Dom Creates A Sandstorm Before Driving Forward To Go Over The Cliff...

It Would Seem That Way As No One Could Possibly Survive That! But Surprisingly Only Dom Could As The Reinforced Metal Frame Was Enough To Save Both Him And Ramsey...

Asking Her Where The God's Eye Is, She Tells Them That It's With A Friend In Abu Dhabi, Brian Is Surprised She Told Them So Easily But That's Because She's Not As Dumb As She Seems...

Back On The Plane, Brian And Dom Talk About How He Kind Of Missed Getting Shot At But Dom Tells Him That The Bravest Thing He's Ever Seen Him Do Is Being A Husband To Mia And A Father To Jack...

Stopping By A Hotel, The Team Relaxes For A Few While They Wait For Ramsey's Friend...

As We Get A Bikini Shot Of Ramsey (Because She Was In Game Of Thrones?) Her Partner, Safar Arrives To Talk With Ramsey About The God's Eye, However, It Turns Out That Safar Accidentally Sold It A Jordanian Prince Who Lives In The 3 Towers Who Said He Wanted To Use It For His Supercar...

Asking Where He Keeps It, Safar Tells Dom In Tower 1...

Uh, Quick Question, WHICH ONE IS TOWER ONE!?!

With Tomorrow Being The Longest Day Of The Year, The Prince Is Throwing A Party Tomorrow Afternoon And Yes, Safar Can Get Them Up There But Not Dressed Like That...

So, Putting On Their Sunday Clothes, Letty And Dom Have A Moment In The Elevator Where We See Letty Getting A Little Of Her Memory Back But Not Much, Which Leads Them To The Party..

With Tej And Ramsey On The Lower Floor, Everyone Scours For Security, The Prince And His Bodyguards But To Get To Where The Car Is In The Vault, They Have To Tap Into The Security System Which Is In The Prince's Bedroom, Which Letty Goes To Handle...

Shutting Down The Security, Roman Distracts Everyone With A Dumb Birthday Thing While Dom And Brian Sneak Into The Vault So They Can Find The God's Eye In The Prince's Car...

Meanwhile, Letty's About To Leave The Prince's Room When She Is Confronted By The Prince's Bodyguards That Are With His Head Of Security, Kara....

If It Was That Kara Than This Fight Would Be A Hell Of A lot More Interesting...

No, This Kara Is Played By Ronda Rousey Who Is In My Opinion, In A Role That Should Have Gone To Someone Else...

Honestly, This Is An Embarrassment To Her Skills, With How Good Of A Fighter She Is, She Deserved A Better Role And If They Wanted Her So Badly They Should Have Waited Until She Wasn't Doing Any Fighting For The UFC And They Should Have Waited When She Wasn't Making Any Other Films (Cause At The Time She Was Working On Expendables 3) Because If I Were Casting This I Would Place Her As A Partner For Either Mr. Nobody(Kurt Russell) Or Hobbs (Dwayne Johnson) Like Gina Carano Was Before She Betrayed Them...

With Kara Locking Down Security, Tej Tries To Get It Back Under Control While Letty Fights Bodyguards Before Eventually Fighting Kara...

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With Tej Losing The Final Gate, Dom And Brian Decide To Drive Through It, But As They Do Guess Who Shows Up?...

Shaw!

Realizing That This Car's Bulletproof, Dom Decides To Run Over Shaw Before Driving Out The Window...

Discovering That This Car Has No Brakes, Brian Tries To Find The God's Eye While Dom Flies The Car Out Another Window

Finding The God's Eye, Dom And Brian Abandon Car While It Goes Tumbling Out The Building Like Wile E. Coyote Falling Off A Cliff...

Returning To Safar At His Garage They're All Encountered By Mr.Nobody Who While Upset About Them Not Being As Low-Key As The Last Mission Isn't Really As Upset Because They Got The God's Eye. So, Keeping His Word, Nobody Gives Dom The God's Eye Along With Command Of His Forces So He Can Use Them To Find Shaw Which He Does With The Help Of Ramsey...

Finding Shaw's Location, Dom Is Ready To Go As Soon Everyone Except Nobody And His Men Are Asleep But Brian Expected Dom To Pull This And Decided To Stay Up...

Entering Shaw's HQ, They Find Him Eating Dinner, However, He's More Prepared Than They Think He Is...

Turns Out That Shaw Is Working With Jakande...

During The Fight, Nobody Gets Injured And Jakande Gets The God's Eye...

With SOCM Medics On The Way, Nobody Tells Dom And Brian To Leave Him On The Side Of The Road Even Through Dom Doesn't Want To Leave Him But Noticing Helicopters On Their Way To Their Position, They Respect Nobody's Wishes And Leave Him On The Side Of The Road...

Realizing That War Is Coming, Dom Decides To Fight It On The Streets That They Know Best, Meaning The Streets Of LA...

Standing On A Hill Overlooking LA, Tej Comes Up With A Plan To Plant A Virus In The God's Eye, But The Only Problem Is That They Can't Hack Into It Unless They're Within A 2 Mile Range, Which Leads Brian To Suggest A Game Of Keep Away With Ramsey...

With Dom Taking On Shaw, Letty Worries That She'll Never See Him Again To Which He Gives Her The Necklace Found In Near Han's Car Stating That He'll Be Back For It...

That Night, Brian Calls Mia Telling Her About The Plan And That If She Doesn't Hear From Him In 24 Hours She's To Move On With Jack, But Telling Him About The Baby And That It's A Girl, She's Unable To Accept That...

Telling Her To Kiss Jack For Him He Hangs Up With Them Both Saying I Love You After...

Heading Home, Dom Unveils A 1970 Charger, Which Leads To A Montage Of Dom, Brian And Shaw Preparing To Go To War...

With Jakande Activating God's Eye, They Find Dom With Shaw In Pursuit...

Searching For Ramsey Now, She's With Brian And With The Helicopter In Range, Ramsey Starts The Hack But Unfortunately They Know About It Which Causes Jakande To Release A Big Drone Called The Predator To Go After Them...

With Dom And Shaw Finding Each Other, Shaw Follows Dom Across The City Until They Reach The Top Of A Parking Garage Where They Come At Each Other...

With The Predator Coming After Brian, He's Like Schwarzenegger Going "Come On, Kill Me! Here I Am"

With Roman And Tej Coming In, Ramsey Switches From His Car To Roman's Car While Jakande Blows Up Brian's Car Just As Brian Jumps Out Of It...

Discovering Ramsey Is Still Alive, The Predator Is Now Following Roman's Car While Hobbs Sees What's Going On And Decides "Hey, I'm Part Of This Movie Too!" And Loses The Cast So He Can Suit Up...

Oh, My God, The Manliness Of This Scene Is Over The Roof! I Repeat, OVER THE ROOF!

Finding Where They're Piggybacking The Hack, Jakande Destroys The Antenna To Break The Connection, This Leads Brian To Head To Another Signal Tower So They Can Reroute It To This Location, But Overhearing That, Jakande Sends Kiet To Stop Brian...

But While Brian Gets There Let's Check Back On Dom And Shaw, Who Have Gotten Out Of Their Cars So They Can Fight...

With The Drone Behind Them Trying To Kill Them, Tej And Roman Drive While Arguing What It Is, Luckily, Letty Is On Her Way...

With The Drone Locked, Ramsey Gets Ready To Jump As Jakande Blows Up Roman's Car But Luckily They All Got Out Before It Blew And Switched Ramsey To Letty's Car...

Arriving At The Tower, Brian Is Confronted By Kiet And A Few Soldiers, While He Manages To Deal With The Soldiers He Has To Fight Kiet Who Does Some Serious Parkour In Order To Catch Up With Brian But Eventually Brian Defeats Kiet By Connecting Him To A Heavy Rope That Brian Kicks Down The Elevator, Taking Kiet With It...

With The Predator Right On Letty And Ramsey, It Gets Destroyed When An Ambulance Driven By Hobbs Lands Right On Top Of It...

(Hobbs) Terminate This, Mothertrucker!

We Have Levels Of Badassness, I Repeat, Levels Of Badassness! If This Movie Gets Anymore Badassness From Dwayne Johnson The Movie Will Explode!

Reaching The Top, Brian Reroutes The Signal, Allowing Ramsey To Finish The Hack So They Can Take The God's Eye Back...

With Military Inbound, Jakande Targets Dom And Shaw, Firing A Middle Which Allows Dom To Finish Shaw Off...

Getting Back In His Car, Dom Tries To Escape The Parking Garage But With No Way Out He Activates Some Nos To Use A Rubble Formed Lift So He Can Place Grenades On Jakande's Helicopter...

(Jakande) Oh, Shit!

With The Team Saving Dom From His Car, It's Not Looking Good As Letty Holds Him, The Others Decide To Back Off As She Says Something....

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So, With Shaw In An Inescapable Jail, Dom And His Crew Head To The Beach As They Watch Mia And Brian Have Fun With Jack, Realizing That This Where Brian Belongs with His Family...

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And That Was Furious 7 And What Can I Say About It?...

The Story Is Great, But The Ending Is Sad Mainly Because Of Paul Walker And The Song At The End Sung By Whiz Khalifa And Charlie Puth. The Characters Are Good As Always And The Villain While Not Better Than The Last Movie Is Just As Good To Say The Least, And I Say See It...

Till Next Time, This Is Duke, Signing Off...

#Furious 7 #the fast and the furious #Vin Diesel #paul walker #jordana brewster #michelle rodriguez #tyrese gibson #ludacris #dwayne the rock johnson #jason statham

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