#crush.fic

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⋆｡° good men die too (oh i’d rather be with you)

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sebastian vettel/mark webber; rated M, street racing au, 10.7k

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Time Traveler Jimmy AU

AKA The “I want Henry and Jimmy in Payday AU”

The AU kinda came from the idea that it doesn’t make much sense for Hardcore Henry to exist in the Payday Universe because Jimmy Dies in the film, but I also have a deep craving for Henry x Jimmy.

If you could go back in time redo any moment in your life, what would it be? Nothing, not a single thing. Every choice, every mistake you’ve ever made has lead you to this very moment. They’re what make you who you are.

Jimmy was used to the feeling of dying. He'd done it so many times before but it didn't prepare him for actual real death. His final game over.

He thought of all the things he could've done differently, to get him to this point. Past this point.

The pain of his final avatar dying sliced through him, and he felt the familiar prison of his true body. Only it felt a little less like a prison now. Henry was kneeled before him, coated in viscera and bloodied knuckles. He couldn't help but smile. He’d made so many mistakes in his life, from trusting Akan, to building the cyber soldiers, to going into this battle without a plan B... He had made so many stupid mistakes that lead him to this very moment-

He wasn't prepared to die, but he didn't have a choice. At Least this time, unlike his countless others, Jimmy wasn't alone. He said goodbye and everything went dark.

And then…  he shot back up. Jimmy heaved, stumbling and falling to his knees and heaving dry on the floor. Whatever body it was not having anything to expel.

As thoughts raced through his mind, confusion stood on top. His avatars were all dead- no no HE was dead why was he still moving? Where the hell was he? Jimmy took in his surroundings and realization struck.

He wasn’t in one of his avatars. He was in his body. How many years had it been since he could walk on his own two feet, since he was well and truly free from the Straight Jacket of rotten smelly skin that was his body?

Jimmy let his knees give out beneath him. He didn't know nor care how it was possible, only that it was. In his dying moments, Jimmy had thought of all his mistakes, how he could fix them, and how they could keep him alive past his dying breath in the lift.

Right here, right now, he was in the best possible position to kill Akan. He knew things he shouldn’t, he wasn’t some cripple, Akan wouldn’t even expect it, it wouldn't be easy, but it was definitely more possible than before.

But that weary expression, those bloodied hands that cradled him as he died- it was all fresh in his memory. He couldn’t kill Akan. Not without losing Henry. Akan made Henry, made his friend. The chances of finding henry before Akan got to him were less than zero.

Jimmy lay on the floor of his first lab in his very own flesh and bone- and was forced to face the hardest choice of his life. Stop Akan and say goodbye to Henry, live his life free and unburdened by vengence or bound to a chair…. Or give that up. Chance everything going to wrong again, going worse than before, let history repeat itself, let himself make every single mistake one more time- Just for that possibility- slim as it may be- to see the man who made living feel like living.

And really it wasn't much of a choice. Jimmy was always a selfish man.

But oh my god I ain’t done yet....

Jimmys final words to henry were "Those memories? they're real, they're you. Trust them."

When Jimmy wakes up, he makes every crucial mistake again. He works for Akan, he invents the enhanced humans, he lets Akan lift him up and snap his spine. Everything with Akan must stay the same, for Henry for Henry for Henry.

But after Akan? There’s years between now and when Akan makes Henry. In those years, he invents the avatars, he gets high, gets laid, gets bored, gets lonely. It was only a matter of time before he interfered with Akan a bit for fun. Small and insignificant, but it paid off in the long run. Running around with Crackhead Jimmy with the Payday gang was fun. That sense of camaraderie made waiting as the years ticked by- waiting for Henry- somewhat more bearable.

When the time comes, when Henry crashed down on that motorway, he was finally free to kill that son of a bitch. This time, he was by Henrys side when it happened.

But things didn’t go the same as before. It was cleaner, faster. Jimmy had time to prepare. There were no gay jackets or romantic musical numbers. There were no tender moments together, cradling Jimmy and holding him close as blood bubbled from his lips and said goodbye.

When they finally get a moment of calm, Henry and Jimmy are just sitting on the roof amongst the bodies and blood.

He’d made every mistake again to lead him to this very moment- every mistake but one. One he’d always regretted. He didn’t leave Henry’s memory blocker in. It was a cruel, selfish and unnecessary mistake from before.

With the blocker gone, Henry’s memories were slowly coming back to him.

Henry flinches, holding his head in his hands, straining as he glitched with eyes forced shut. "Ah- another memory?" Henry nods. Without thinking Jimmy pats him on the shoulder, and says words he said more than five years ago at this point- words he doesn’t even realize he's repeating "Those memories? they're real, they're you. Trust them."

Suddenly Henry is curling in a ball, mouth wide in a silent scream and Jimmy is freaking out, When Henry finally calms, hes looking at Jimmy with wide eyes, full of... well, can’t quite tell. "Hey what is it mate, c'mon, whats wrong."

Henry just stares and- unbelievably, his eyes start to water. This stoic man who looks like hes never shed a tear in his life is looking at jimmy with wet eyes, and he just grapples him into his arms. "Woahwoah its alright mate, yeah calm down. Must've been a shocker memory yeah? Easy pal."

Henry doesn’t sniffle, he doesn’t sob. He just holds Jimmy close as pictures that weren’t quite right flashed through his head. He didn’t have a way to ask Jimmy what was happening, what they were or what they meant.... But he knew...

Those memories. They weren’t quite him, they weren’t quite real. But by god he trusted them.

He would do anything to prevent Jimmy from dying like that again.

Bonus:

It wasn’t uncommon for Duke to find his way to Jimmy’s bar. While he didn’t partake in drugs, the alcohol was more than fine and the company was good to have while he drowned himself.

Jimmy could talk endlessly for hours on end, never needing a response from Duke but always happy to get one. Tonight though, Jimmy brought up something Duke wasn’t expecting.

Jimmy never spoke of any personal relations he had, anything of actual substance regarding his past. So when he slumped against the bar, bringing up a man called Henry, Duke was glad he wasn’t blackout drunk. He didn’t say too much, but he was Jimmy’s best friend, someone who meant everything to him. Someone he missed more than anything and wished he had gotten more time with. Duke tended not to be one to pry, but he can’t help but ask what happened to Henry.

Jimmy lifts his head from the bar, wiping white powder from his lip, “N-never rrlly found out”

“Did you lose contact with him then?”

“In.. ina  way..” When Jimmy doesn't get a response other than a contemplative humm, he continues against his better judgment “He watched me die”

Jimmy was never the most coherent man, he was capable things bizarre and strange. He chose not to question it, not with nephilims, watchers, and other Kataru bullshit becoming the new normal.

“Well you’re certainly alive now. Couldn’t you just find him again?”

It’s then when Jimmy breaks, his face falls and he slumps back down into the crook of his elbow. “N-nonono i died, dukes, like forreal. ‘M not evnsss sure hhow im here. hhees not evenn reaal yet, I ddiedd….In,,  fcuking... twenty eighhtteen??” 

Duke pauses. It was 2017. He wasn’t sure if Jimmy misspoke. He wasn’t sure if this was real or fabricated. But when he heard Jimmy’s muffled sobs, he suppsoed it wasn’t much of his business. Duke gave the man a small pat on his friend’s back, rubbing circles between his shoulders. “Alright let’s get you to bed Jims. I think you’re done.” That night, Jimmy dreams of synthetic skin and metal knuckles.

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Meetcute Pizza delivery BikerJacket AU 

Okay so Jacket has to make ends meet somehow and its a bitch to get a job when you don’t speak- solution? Pizza delivery guy. Get pizza go to house, get money, done. In and out, it should be an easy job- minimal social interaction.

But there’s this one hangup. This motherfucker with a stupid headband and brightass teal hair who orders like three pizzas at least twice a week- He’s always having the loudest fucking parties and without fail, every single time, he invites jacket inside. The first time, he passed it off as some drunken idiot being a drunken idiot, but then it kept happening. Biker isn’t even doing the “send me your cutest delivery boy” thing, its just fantastic wonderful luck (horrible terrible luck if you ask jacket).

Every time he invited jacket inside though, Jacket just sticks his hand out, takes his money takes his tip and leaves. The one upside of the whole thing is he gets tipped great whenever he delivers there.

Though one night its a bit different. Same address same place, he knows what he’s getting into, but when he gets to the door its quiet. When he knocks, the same guy answers the door. There’s no party behind him, just a messy room. He’s got that same energy, over enthusiastic, invites Jacket inside. Though this time he actually smiles smiles when he shakes his head no.

The next time he orders pizza, the party’s back. The tip is huge but this time- biker doesn't invite him in. Smiles, thanks him, and that's it. The next few times he visits, its the same, party, no invitation. Maybe he’s finally given up?

Then he walks up the stairs, doesn't hear that annoying music, and there he is. The party’s gone and once again- he invites him in. When jacket squints at him, confused, Biker just shrugged “Thought maybe you didn’t like parties?” Jacket just shakes his head, hands him the box and leaves.

This time though, when Biker sets it down on the counter, he sees sharpie handwriting scrawled on the top of the box and a phone number just below it

Invite me in when I’m NOT working - J

Bonus The pizza gig is still a sidejob- Jacket still does hits on the mob and so does biker. They just never recognize each other because the masks and Jacket’s in his pizza guy uniform. 

When Biker invites him over and Jackets wearing his letterman, and Biker has his helmet on a rack right to the side of the door- well biker has a very good laugh about it.

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Yearning For Something Like Home

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I have rabies i cannot believe all the things rattling in my brain for fic ideas,,,

> trapped in a closet houshox fic

> QPR wolfhox fic where everyone thinks theyre dating 5 times 1 time

> more matchmaker wolf but BainDallas this time and i also maim bain but its ok bc he doesnt die or become a politician

> My little crackhead Ilija x Gage ship fic

> Part 2 for I like it Rough where they figure out what the fuck an emotion is

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Ayyyyy uhhh, finished this lil fic :]

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Wahoooo new hotlinegrinder fic!!! :]