#No but it's okay because “they talked about it” off screen

[wcters]

𝗦𝗣𝗜𝗡 𝗢𝗨𝗧

pairing: lando norris x fem!driver!reader

word count: 1.2k+

summary: your boyfriend is there as you crash out in a race

warnings: pda, some swearing, injury mentions, protective lando, i guessed on some stuff | i do not know how certain things work in f1 so if i messed that up i am sorry 😚😔

Your pre-race playlist filled your ears as you leaned the side of your body against the wall of the track barrier. Even though you’d done this so many times before, it doesn’t lessen the nerves in your body. It wasn’t even your first time on this track, yet it had you picking the skin off you fingers as you zoned out.

You were pulled out as someone came up behind you and wrapped their arms around your waist, grabbing your hands and holding them in theirs. You knew who it was right when you saw their hands. You looked behind you to see your boyfriend. You freed your hand from one of Lando’s and took out an earbud. “Stop picking.” Is the first thing you heard out of him.

“Sorry,” you replied as you took the hand still holding his and brining it up to your mouth and kissed his knuckles, “just nervous.” He smiled softly at you and turned you around to pull you into his chest. “I know, but you’re going to do great.” “So I guess you see the future now, yeah?” You joked. He shrugged his shoulders, “one of my many talents.” “Sure.”

Lando had come to see you race because it was the one race that didn’t take place at the same time as his did. The Bahrain Grand Prix had just taken place about three days before. He had taken a day to himself before he came and joined you in Jeddah. It was challenging with both of your schedules but you made it work, you always did. You both knew the risks and the troubles of two F1 drivers dating, and you both were prepared.

He poked your cheek. “Hey, are you sure you’re okay?” He asked you. “Yeah. Just have a feeling something will go wrong today.” You said lowly as you looked at the cars on the track. “You’ll be fine, y/n. You’ve had this before and nothing happened.” You nodded into his chest as you breathed in and out. Right as you pulled away your race engineer came up to you and told you it was time. Lando kissed you and wished you good luck as you handed him your phone and earbuds and put your mask and helmet on.

Time passed quickly ━━ probably because of the adrenaline ━━ and before you knew it you were in your car watching the lights. Your hands felt sweaty under your gloves as you didn’t dare to blink. You didn’t want to miss it. As the lights went out, your car came to life and you sped ahead. That feeling of something going wrong was still there but you tried to shake it off and focus on the race.

Lando was in the garage with your engineer and mechanics, eyes peeled on the screen. He noticed how shaken up you were and he was worried. Like he said to you, you’d felt this before but this time he could tell something about it was different. His hands were shaking as he kept his eyes on you and talked to your engineer to try to calm himself down.

Your voice interrupted his senses as he watched you enter your 24th lap. “Somethings up with the tires, I’m getting no grip.” His eyes flicked to the man beside him. “Noted. See if you can hold on a little longer.” Your engineer’s voice filled your ears. “Got it.” Lando was left alone after that as your engineer got up to talk to the mechanics.

When the big screen showed your car, Lando got worried. He saw how little traction your tires had and how you were slipping on your turns. He could hear the commentators voice as well commenting on that as you finish the 27th turn and get ready to start your 25th lap.

As he watched you speed up the track, he didn’t even notice until after it happened. As you tried to turn on the first turn, you tires skidded across the track and you couldn’t complete the second turn, causing your car to crash into the barrier. It didn’t look too bad, but all Lando could hear was silence and all he could think about is if you were okay.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Your engineers voice cut into the silence of the radio. He got even more worried when you didn’t answer. “Y/n? Baby?” Lando asked into the headset. More silence. He turned around to see if anyone knew what was happening until he finally heard your voice.

“Doing great.” You grunted. “Nothings broken ━━ I don’t think ━━ but my side does hurt. I think I might’ve bruised it when I hit the barrier.” Lando sighed it relief. He was right, it wasn’t too bad. Nothing was broken and you thought it was just a bruise.

“The safety car’s been deployed and it heading your way. Don’t go running anywhere.” You engineer instructed you. “Not going anywhere,” you joked with a light laugh before a hiss came out. With only some trouble you eventually made it out of the car and sat against the barrier to wait for the safety car. You could tell that Lando was worried by the sound of his voice . . . and because you know him. You and him were on the same wavelength, if you could describe it in any way. You felt things the same, and because of that you knew how the other was feeling. You felt the same when he crashed in the Las Vegas GP. It was almost the same too, you spinning out and hitting the barrier. It was entirely coincidental.

You sighed in relief when you saw the safety car ━━ you were ready to get out of there. Your side hurt like a bitch, way more than it did before, and your legs were starting to get tingly. The adrenaline must be wearing out. Lando never turned his gaze away from the screen as they put you in the safety car. He knew you were in good hands, but it ultimately didn’t matter to him. Anything could go wrong.

Lando was right beside you when you got out of the safety car and taken to the doctors on site before you were taken to the hospital. As you were in getting checked out the the doctors, Lando was rambling. “They should’ve taken you off the tires when you told them. They should’ve taken it more seriously. If they had then ━━“ You interrupted him by putting your hand over the one that was holding yours. “It’s fine. If I had felt more nervous I would’ve boxed anyway. Plus, Will would’ve done the same and you would be acting like me. It’s not their fault.”

He sighed, and you knew he knew that you were right. “I know, I just worry.” You kissed his hand, “I know you do. And I do too when the same things happen to you. But I’m fine. They’ll take me to the hospital where they’ll double check I have no injuries. If it makes you feel better I’ll even let you check.” You joked. He laughed and shrugged. “I wouldn’t mind that.”

The doctors eventually told you that you were good to go to the hospital. Nothing looked too bad, but it was standard procedure. You sat up with a groan and Lando immediately made a face. You shot him a look. “C’mon, I’m fine.” He didn’t agree. You rolled your eyes. “Let’s go, you’re coming with me to the ambulance. Maybe they’ll let you turn on the sirens.”

[jjkarmy091]

Second Best - Jungkook (part 5)

Summary: Being friends with someone who has your heart it’s already hard, let alone when that special someone ends up falling in love with your best friend, the one you think would never make anything to hurt you . Will you be able to ignore it and move on? what will happen when everything gets too much for you to handle?

Genre: Friends to lovers; angst; body insecurities; bullying; friend betrayel;

Pairing: Jungkook x female!reader

Jungkook’s feeling down lately.

After leaving Sewoon in the club, he hopped on his motorcycle and started driving until he reached his own home. Opening the front door he looked around and was emerged by this void feelling. He didn't know what was going on and why he felt the way he did. It wasn't a normal reaction of his. His night even went okay, he was having fun with his friends and kissed the girl he was in love with. How come everything turned out to this shitty. 

Then he remembered Y/n, the way she spoke with him before leaving. Did he say something he wasn't supposed to? Was she mad because of the guy she was sad for? He picked up his phone and called her, not once, not twice but four times. In any of those tries did she pick up.

“Hey Y/n. Just wanted to let you know I’m home and safe. I’m sorry the way things went out tonight, it was a very confusing night. Are we good? We never fought before and I'm lost here. I just-- I want you to know I care about you Y/n, a lot. Never forget that”  

Five minutes later: 

“Please call or text me when you get the chance so I know you are okay and we can talk about it” 

"Don't leave me in the dark Y/n. I'm beggin you. Talk to me or else I'll lose it"

Nothing. After millions of calls and text the response was not what he was expecting and it was driving him insane. Breathing heavily he sent one last text

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Sitting down on his couch waiting for a call or reply from you was being a nightmare. It's been an hour and he got nothing from you. He fucked up bad. "Shit”. Then his phone started ringing and he answered it so quickly he didn't have time to see who it was, almost dropping it midway.  

“Hello?” 

“Hi Jk.” Sewoon replied on the other side. “Did you get home already? I wanna apologize for the way I spoke earlier about Y/n. You’re right, I shouldn’t have take it so easily and said those things. Were you able to talk to her after?” 

“Ahhh Sewoon. No I didn’t. She's probably asleep. I’m sure she’s alright.” Jungkook said nervously. “she better be. She’s not home either. I went there and no response” Sewoon said and Jungkook mind stopped working. What does she mean she's not home either? Did she really went out with some guy? She was never the one to behave like this. Only if she was --

“Jk are you listening to me? Can I come over to yours? Leaving Y/n aside for a bit, I thought we could have some fun I saw how stressed you were before. I want to help you shake it off a little, like old times”

Jungkook could only laugh to himself thinking how crazy he was when he said “I’m sorry Sewoon, not today. I’m tired and wanna get some rest okay? I'm sorry. If you get any info on Y/n, please tell me yeah? Just to be sure she really is okay. Sleep thigh"

Dropping his phone next to him, he turned the tv off, went to his bedroom, laid down and tried to find a way to sleep

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Y/n called her manager the next morning asking for some days off, caliming she was having some personal issues and needed some time to fix them. The manager put no restraining to that, giving her a week off since she never missed work and was a great employee. She knew that too damn well.  She spent her life that goddamn coffee shop trying to earn every penny she could .

After drinking with Lisa and clean the mess they made she tried to get some sleep. Everytime she was about to close her eyes her phone screen would light up. She would look at it. Another notification from Jungkook and one in particular from Sewoon saying “you better had some fun tonight bitch because you leaving the club with someone else ruined my night. Jungkook lost his mind thinking you were in trouble. Call me up".

Y/n couldn’t help but sigh. Was her best friend always so self centered? How come she never noticed it? She turned her phone off and rolled over, finally being able to get some rest until she wakes up with a loud bang on the door and Lisa walking in full of excitement.  

“Good morning lady. Did you pack your stuff already? Pack warm things, a book or two, some pair of boots and lots of socks. We’re going to the snow. Oh and our flight is in about 5 hours. Hurry up”  

You didn’t know if you wanted to kill Lisa or thank her for being such a light in the middle of the storm going in your head and your heart. The next few hours were a rush. Between preparing things, buying others, organizing documents and being ready in time to go to the airport and checking in. In all this time, Y/n hasn't responded to either Sewoon or Jungkook. It was better this way. It was too much on her plate. A burden she had no need to carry.

After all the stress to get there on time they finally managed to sit down in their seats and recover from all the rush. Y/n wasn't definitely used to all of this. After a bit of silence she turned to Lisa and said  

"Jungkook called and texted me several times last night. And Sewoon too. It made me question the context of her text."  

“what do you mean?” Lisa questioned. 

"Basically she blamed me for ruinning her night with Jungkook after I left the club." Y/n retorded. Lisa opened her mouth but then closed it. Y/n wishes she had said what she was going to say, but instead she questioned "Did you answered any of them?" Y/n shakes her head "Good. These days we will have our phones turned off. No Jungkook, no Sewoon and no worries. Let's just have fun and create some badass memories. Deal?”

Y/n has to make sure that after all this mess gets better, to thank Lisa for everything she's been doing for her. Not that she hasn't already. She's so glad she came back into her life at a time like this. It made her compare Lisa to Sewoon. Where was Sewoon in the most difficult moments of your life?

"Deal"

A bit of sadness hits Y/n. She holds Lisa's hand and mouths "thank you" squeezing it tightly. You are going to get through this, like you managed before but this time with someone who truly cares and you couldn't be more relieved by it

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[sematarygirls]

🍼 ⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ ─── rafe thinks academic!reader wants a baby

   Rafe was absolutely certain that you were trying to subtly hint at wanting to have a baby with him. At the first comment, he assumed you were ovulating because you always did get a little bit of baby fever when you were, but then, you just kept showering him with random facts about the development of infants and toddlers to the point that he started to believe you were dropping hints.

Rafe wasn't someone who liked to play games. He preferred to be told things straight up, no beating around the bush, but being with you, he'd noticed that you had a habit of trying to subtly slide what you wanted into conversation, so you didn't have to directly ask. Almost like you were trying to make him think it was his idea, not yours—apparently, those psychology classes were really paying off.

It had gotten to the point where he had confided in Topper and Kelce, asking them if that's how it sounded to them—bad idea, Topper and Kelce are the last people to go to for relationship advice—to which they both agreed that it definitely sounded as though you were trying to suggest Rafe should get you pregnant.

The idea was completely out of the blue. You both were still so young, and you were still in school trying to get your degree in psychology. You two had only been dating for a couple of months and had never discussed marriage or engagement because it all felt so new to both of you. After all, Rafe was still reforming from his playboy ways and party lifestyle, and you hadn't been in many relationships prior to being with him.

He had originally decided to try his best to ignore your little comments, hoping you would eventually drop the subject altogether. Rafe had never really thought about kids, and he definitely didn't think he was dad material, his fear of turning out like his own father overshadowing the desire deep down to have a child—one he often pushed aside and tried to ignore.

But, you hadn't given up. If anything, it seemed like your mentions of children became more and more frequent—whether that was true or he just believed it was because he was hard-core stressing about it remained unclear. Eventually, Rafe decided he had to address it and make sure you knew that he wasn't planning on having kids with you antime soon, even if it seemed a little harsh to say considering how enthusiastic you seemed.

"Did you know after about a year, the pace at which children learn words accelerates rapidly, and by eighteen months, the average child is learning a new word every day," you tore your gaze away from your phone screen to look over at him, a bright, proud smile on your face. You were sat in the passenger seat of his truck after he picked you up from your classes, intending to bring you back to Tannyhill, so you two could hang out.

"Okay, you've really gotta cut that shit out," Rafe said, a lot harsher than he intended to. He had already had a bad day, and he just wanted to relax with his girlfriend, not try to decode you and your baby talk. He was tired of dancing around the issue, and his stress only brought that out, making him snap at you.

Your brows furrowed, smile faltering at his words. He had never spoken to you like that before, and you couldn't for the life of you figure out why a little fact of all things had elicited such a reaction. He usually loved hearing all about your little facts, constantly telling you how sexy your intellect was to him. "What?" You simply asked, too hurt and confused to vocalize why his outburst seemed so completely out of the blue.

"Listen I," he took a deep breath, his grip on the steering wheel tightening for a moment before he relaxed again. "I don't want to have a baby with you," he said bluntly. Noticing how cruel that may have sounded, he decided to add an: "Atleast... not right now, alright?"

Your face was a mask of pure confusion. You weren't so much hurt anymore as utterly lost. Where did the topic of you two having children come from? "Rafe, what are you talking about?" You asked, not understanding where he could have possibly got the idea that you wanted to have a baby with him.

He glanced over at you, his own features morphing into an expression that mirrored yours. "All the baby facts and shit. I thought," he paused, wondering if he had read the situation all wrong, but that didn't make sense. It had been pretty fucking apparent to him, Topper, and Kelce that you were dropping baby hints. "I thought you were... yknow trying to tell me something."

You processed the new information for a moment before bursting into laughter to which Rafe glanced rapidly between you and the road, his brows only furrowing farther as he watched you laugh as if he'd said the most hilarious thing conceivable. "Oh, baby," you said softly, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder when your fit of hysterics finally died down. "No, I definitely was not hinting at anything. I am so swamped with school and work that I barely have time for you, let alone a child."

"What?" Rafe asked, relief flooding through him at your confirmation that you weren't trying to subconsciously trick him into wanting a baby with you through your little psychology tricks. Simultaneously, he felt extremely dumbfounded as to your motivations. "Then why have you been talking about kids so much recently?" He quirked an eyebrow, pulling into the driveway of his family's estate.

"Because we're covering the development and learning unit in my psych course, which obviously focuses a lot on the earlier stages of life aka infancy and childhood," you explained, watching realization dawn on him like a light bulb turning on in a dark, empty room. "I didn't think I had to spell that out for you since i'm always hitting you with random facts from class."

You laughed, unbuckling your own seatbelt, so you could face him too. "No, you idiot. You're so ridiculous," you grinned, leaning over to give him a peck on the lips. "I promise you I don't want children right now, and if that ever changes, I will talk to you about it and not use subliminal messaging or weird psychobabble voodo."

Rafe parked the car and unbuckled his seatbelt so he could turn to face you. "Okay, so just to be crystal clear, you weren't trying to use fuckin'...i dont know- subliminal messaging and weird psychobabble voodoo to like, make me want to get you pregnant?"

"Okay, good," he nodded, opening his car door. "Topper and Kelce swore that you were trying to play some kind of mind game."

"Why would you listen to Topper and Kelce of all people?" You asked, following suit in getting out of the car, your brows furrowing as he mentioned the two people who have yet to hold a stable, healthy relationship for any period of time. "They're the world's biggest idiots."

"Yeah, you're right," he grinned, walking over to you and slinging his arm around your shoulder as you two walked to the front door. "I'm sorry for snapping at you," he murmured. pressing a kiss to your temple.

"It's okay," you reassured him, sliding your hand onto his back and rubbing soft, soothing circles. "Just promise you'll talk to me next time instead of letting it build up and fester until you get to the point where you feel like snapping."

"I promise," he vowed, ushering you into the house. "Now let me show you—my beautiful, intelligent, and amazing girlfriend—how sorry I really am," he gave your ass a little tap, making his intentions clear as he steered you toward the staircase, your giggles echoing through the empty house.

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[dollarbils]

focused | j.o.

jenna ortega x fem!reader

context. your girlfriend’s been busy all day. all you’re craving is for her focus to be on you.

warnings. angst, smut, degrading words.

masterlist

she’d been glued to her laptop all day. consumed in this new script she’d received. of course you were excited for her, you’d seen the way her face lit up. but she’d been at it for hours, days.

“jenna, when are you going to give yourself a break, how long is this script?” she wasn’t fully listening, still engrossed by the letters on the white screen.

“hm?” she barely looked over at you, registering thad you’d said something, but nothing more.

“jenna please. i feel like i haven’t seen you in days even though we live together.” she seemed to have had picked up on your tone because this time she turned around, facing you.

“sorry, what did you say?” she asked you to repeat yourself for the second time.

“i miss you, love. it’s been ages since we’ve talked or spent time together.” she furrowed her brows in confusion.

“what do you mean? we see each other all day.” she chuckled, not taking the conversation seriously.

“i’m serious jenna, you’ve been glued to that screen for the past two days, i’ve barely heard your voice. it’s been keeping you up at night too.” instead of self reflecting, she went on the defensive immediately.

“that’s not true. i just really need to get this script looked over. i was told i could comment on anything id like to possibly get changed. do you understand how rare it is for an actor to get that opportunity?” she got up from the desk chair, waving her hands around as she yelled.

“no, of course i do. but that doesn’t mean you can’t at least take a break.” she rolled her eyes.

“i have taken breaks, it’s not my problem you’re so needy all the time.” the insult was misplaced and you felt embarrassed.

“i’m needy? jenna i haven’t had a conversation that’s lasted more than a minute in the last 48 hours. wanting more than that is not needy.” you couldn’t shake the feeling that had settled in, the fact that maybe you were too needy.

“oh my god, you’re so dramatic. just wait for me to finish and then i’m all yours.” her tone was condescending, and you soon found it ridiculous that you were fighting over this.

“it’s not only about me, you need a break too.” she didn’t seem to care.

“just give me five minutes.” you knew five minutes would turn into five hours but it didn’t matter anymore. and once five minutes had passed, you closed your eyes and drifted to sleep, no longer having the energy to fight her.

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after some time, she came through the door, to find you sleeping. it’s not as if she’d wanted to upset you, but this script was really exciting to her. she hadn’t meant to ignore you.

“baby,” she shook you awake, not wanting to go to sleep without fixing this.

“jenna, i’m not in the mood.” she was slightly taken aback by your cold words.

“i’m sorry, sweetheart.” she sat upright on the bed, caressing your arm gently, coaxing you into forgiveness.

“please.” she repeated, and even without elaboration it was clear what she was asking for.

“okay.” you folded as the soft words left your lips. you pushed the covers back and let her take you in her arms. she kissed your forehead earning a sigh, as you relaxed in her warm embrace.

“what can i do to make it better?” she asked with genuine concern, however your response was a mischievous grin. she raised her eyebrows as she questioned the look you were giving her.

“i could use some head.” she laughed at your reply and kissing your smiling lips.

“i can arrange that.” she whispered in your ear, her hands burning the skin at your waist.

“my poor angel’s touch starved. tell me what you need, baby.” her voice was sick with power. she loved having you so desperately begging for her. although she did feel bad.

“fuck, jenna. i just need you to t-touch me.” her smile widened and she fumbled with your shorts, not planning on wasting any time with you.

“mm, can’t get off on your own huh? need my help.” she urged you to reply and when you didn’t she pulled your chin in order to face her.

“y-yeah, need you to help m-me.” her fingertips were brushing against your clothed clit, causing your words to break up in a stutter. she enjoyed how desperate you sounded beneath her touch, her words rendering you more and more flustered.

“so pathetic aren’t you.” her words were harsh because she knew it turned you on. you were nodding without realising what you were agreeing to, too focused on the filthy words leaving her mouth to ponder on their meaning. she chuckled into your neck, her warm tongue soothing the bruises she’d created.

“jen-jenna, please.” her hands pulled down your panties before she began to play with your wetness, spreading it around and earning choked whines from your throat.

“hm, who are you so wet for baby?” she teased but you didn’t have the strength to reply as she lowered her head between your thighs. her tongue laid flat against your clit, tasting your arousal while her fingers toyed with your entrance.

“f-fuck.” instinctively, your thighs shut around her head, making her hiss.

“open wide for me.” she instructed, looking up to see you fisting the sheets with your head thrown back. however when you had relaxed, you’d managed to comply with her request.

“that’s it.” she affirmed, her mouth latching onto your heat once again. you were soon returned to your previous state, your mouth an exit for all sorts of pornographic noises. you physically couldn’t keep quiet. and when you began grinding against her tongue, she groaned into you, the pleasure of devouring you finally expressed.

“oh my god, jenna please- please keep going.” she smirked into your pussy, flicking her tongue over your clit, and darting it in and out of your entrance. it felt so good. she was too good.

“fuck, jenna. so close, can i-i.” your eyes were shut as the pleasure built up, so close to your release.

“mhm.” she nodded, her face still buried in your arousal, bringing you to the edge and helping you ride it out once that chord has snapped. you felt yourself grow warm as the pleasure consumed you, clenching around her tongue. she came up to kiss you, her tongue sure to penetrate your lips so that you could taste yourself.

“am i forgiven?” she smiled and you couldn’t help shoving her playfully at the look she was giving you.

“yeah, i’d say so.”

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

Since reading that ask about Chloe where you linked Sara Z videos, I wanted to ask, if you'd be willing to share, what you plan for Chloé in your rewrite of the show. I'm not asking if you "think she should be redeemed" bc that is a child in a cartoon lol-but I mean to ask how you'd write, well, whatever happens in her story. Growth or not or a roller coaster of ups and downs.

Overall I really enjoyed your changes to the world and characters and I think about that version of Miraculous often. The scenes where Adrien tries to talk to Chloé about her behavior really stood out to me. I'm just curious to pick your brain a little lol.

(Post in question)

I am a total sucker for a good redemption arc. I like seeing people change for the better! However, just because I like a redemption arc doesn't mean that I'm going to throw one in for no reason. This is especially true for Chloé since redeeming Chloé is not something that you can do with ease. It eats up a lot of screen time because Chloé is not an easy character to redeem. She needs a lot of active attention. That's a problem because this isn't her story. It's Adrien and Marinette's, meaning that the only reason to redeem Chloé is if you want to tie her into one or both of their character arcs.*

That's why I don't blame anyone for ignoring Chloé or only hinting at redemption. Unless you're making her the main character or giving her a big role in the lead characters' story*, you really shouldn't redeem her. The show actively shows why! Felix, Sabrina, Nathalie, and Gabriel's "redemptions" all fall incredibly flat because those stories lacked substance. They needed a lot more screen time to work and a formula show is never going to be able to pull that off.

Now that I've given those disclaimers, let's talk about why I would absolutely take the time to redeem Chloé if the format allowed for that kind of story. The answer is quite simple: Adrien needs an arc focused around setting boundaries and learning that you can't live your life focused on making others happy. An arc where he learns how to decide when he wants to give someone a second chance and when he wants to give up on them. He also needs to learn that giving up on them is okay. That you can't set yourself on fire to keep others warm.

This arc cannot be about him and his father. Adrien is too young for that. The power balance is too stacked against him. He can't cut his father off at fifteen and the arc can't happen after the terrorist reveal makes cutting Gabriel off a possibility in spite of Adrien's youth. That's way too much way too fast. You need a less serious relationship to give this arc to so that it can take its time to be messy and complex. When you embrace the hinted at childhood friendship between Chloé and Adrien, she becomes the perfect fit for this kind of arc. A person who Adrien has equal power to and who he can muddle his way through things with, letting them both learn and grow into better people, setting the stage for Adrien to avoid completely falling apart when he learns the truth about his father. That's why Adrien so desperately needs an arc like this. His naive little sunshine self simply isn't ready to face the Gabriel reveal until he's done some major growing up.

Obviously you could use this setup to give Chloé a damnation arc, but as I said above, I'm a sucker for a good redemption. I want Chloé to be a better person and find happiness! There's also the fact that a damnation arc doesn't work as well as a redemption in this context. It's important for Adrien to be able to make the choice to give Chloé another chance and to have that choice be a struggle. Something he really has to work through. If he abandons Chloé and never looks back or welcomes her back without a second thought, then you're not setting him up to deal with the fallout of what's coming with his father. Chloé needs to feed like a proper proto Gabriel. You want her and Adrien's story to end in a way that makes you feel like he really is as ready as he could ever be to face his father.

It's also worth noting that, if Chloé really was Adrien's childhood friend, then she should have some sort of relationship with Gabriel and/or Emilie. She should know the Agreste's family dynamics way better than any of his new friends, which is another reason why I like redeeming her. I want Adrien to have someone who really gets it.

*If Miraculous was the kind of show where side characters consistently took center stage for a while, then Chloé being redeemed without a clear tie to the leads could work. It's a nice way to pad out the run time and is what I originally thought the show was doing with her. But Miraculous has no interest in giving anyone a proper story, not even the leads, so I'm still baffled by the choices the writers made with Chloé. I will never fully get what was going on there.

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Filthy Mouth

Simon Riley x Reader

(mdni 18+)

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Simon’s name lit up your phone screen, and for a moment, you thought you were imagining it. You hadn’t heard from him in weeks, His last mission was longer than expected. But as soon as you swiped to answer, your heart kicked up in your chest, knowing his voice was about to fill the space where all that silence and loneliness had been.

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“Hey baby,” you said, a little breathless, trying to keep it light. You hadn’t expected the rush of feelings that came with hearing his voice again.

“Hello love.” His voice was smooth, deep, and as familiar as the back of your hand. “I’ve been thinking about you all day. I should be home by tomorrow Night. I have a long drive ahead of me” he said, Simon hated flying public airlines, you roll your eyes as you remember him saying that too many freak “accidents” happen.

“I’ve missed you so much. It’s been too long hun.”

He breathed in and exhaled sharply, it sounded like he was smoking a cigarette.

“Too long huh?” there was a pause. “baby i’ve missed you in so many ways.” he let out another exhale but it was more frustrated than the last. You swallowed, feeling a sudden heat rise in your cheeks. “Simon…” You said his name softly.

“No, baby you don’t understand” he said, his voice dropping a notch, rougher now. “I’ve missed how you feel against me, the way your body fits so damn perfectly with mine. But what I’m really talking about is the way my cock fits so perfectly in you.”

Your pulse raced, your body already reacting to his words. He always had a way of making you feel like he saw right through you, peeling back every layer with just a whisper.

“Simon, you…can’t wait till you get home to say this?” you whispered, your voice shaky with a mix of desire and surprise. “You know I hate being teased” You could feel yourself getting wet.

“Wait?” He chuckled darkly, low and slow. “Baby, I jack myself off at what has felt like every night just thinking about you moaning my name…you know that, right?” He paused once more. “Are you wet right now love?” His voice was a raw ache now.

Your breath hitched in your throat. You couldn’t stop the shiver that ran through you. “God, Simon…”

“Yeah?,” he said softly, smiling to himself. “I’m counting down the fucking hours. Hell, the minutes until I get to see you again.” He continued, “baby I need you to do something for me.” you felt like you knew what was coming. The words were tangled in your head, “yeah Si?”

“I want you to touch yourself,” he murmured, his voice dipping lower, more intimate.

You closed her eyes, letting the warmth of his words wash over you. Your hand moved slowly under the thin fabric of pajamas pants you were wearing, inserting two of your finger. It’s been a hot minute since you’ve touched yourself because somehow Simon is the only person to really make you cum so you gave up trying to even please yourself. “fuck Simon…” you said in a soft whisper of pleasure.

He smiles to himself, “that’s it baby just keep prepping yourself for me.” Simon had the most outrageous and painful boner but it felt so good hearing you moan and the slick sounds of you fingering yourself in the background. “now baby I want you to get that dildo you got in your nightstand.” you stopped what you were doing and you felt your face get hot.

You didn’t really use your dildo because it definitely wasn’t near his size and again Simon is the only one to truly satisfy you, but he also never mentions sex toys or likes using them during sex so him talking about it was completely new territory, it shocked you to say the least.

But regardless you grabbed your dildo from the nightstand beside you. “okay now what?” your voice was so needy you felt almost pathetic.

You could hear him take a drag from his cigarette and exhaling the smoke once more before speaking, “fuck yourself with it” he demanded. Wasting no time you did as he said and started pumping it in and out of yourself, your head flying back as you moan his name, “god simon.” He chuckled “that’s right baby say my fuckin name” you kept pumping the dildo in and out wishing it was him, hitting that sweet spot inside you.

He doesn’t speak for a moment just to listen to your sweet and aching moans. Eventually he breaks his silence, “When I get home i’m going to fuck you and i’m going to fuck you hard and as i’m thrusting my cock into you i’ll be stuffing that dildo in you too, i’m going to make sure you’re nice and full.” You started to pump the dildo faster, grinding on it while your eyes rolled back into your head, “Simon i’m going to cum” you were breaking ready to explode. “fuckin do it, cream on that fake dick” you kept hitting that sweat spot till you saw god damn stars “oh my FUCK” you moan out-loud and riding out your high.

He grunted as he shifted himself in his seat trying his best to ignore the hard-on in his pants and gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turn white. “God I love you, i’ll see you soon love.” he says his goodbye and hangs up before he makes you do it all over again. You layed there panting for a few minutes and coming down from what felt like heaven.

Fuck.

Him and his filthy mouth.

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[gloriousburden]

Wait so you mentioned meeting tom Hiddleston once in on of your posts??

What was he like? 😊😊😊

Yes!! I met him on February 2nd of this year at MegaCon in Orlando! I got a photo with him, and he was really sweet lol. I was really flustered and starstruck, so I didn’t say a whole lot to him.

But as soon as it was my turn, he looked down at me and said “Hi!” to me. I (very awkwardly) said hi as well, and told him how much I love Loki and how big of a fan I am. He attentively nodded as I spoke to him. I’m sure he’s heard about Loki enough and could also tell how nervous I was lol.

I cut myself off, and explained the pose I originally wanted to do with him. He politely asked how I would like him to do so, and after a few moments of me explaining to him and him thinking about it… he was like “Oh, I don’t know if I can do that.” So I was like “Oh, okay!” and so very awkwardly went in for a side hug LOL

Then, it was over. But, my mother and siblings also met him. My little brother was starstruck as well, like he literally was just frozen and staring up at Tom. To which, Tom just laughed and asked him if he was alright. He got to shake his hand 😭

My mother told him that he’s a very good dancer, and he placed his hands over his chest (how he always does when receiving compliments LOL I’m sure you can imagine it) and said “Thank you..” very appreciatively to her.

Interaction aside, he is very tall. He had to lean down when I was speaking to him. I’ll never forget when I was walking in line and saw him for the first time. There were two people besides him, and I was in complete awe. He was so tall next to them. I froze in shock of him being real. One of the employees monitoring the line laughed, and said something along the lines of “You’ll get to see him soon!” In order to keep the line moving lol

Also in the least weird way possible, he is very handsome irl. Like photos don’t do him justice. You already think he’s gorgeous? See him irl. I don’t know how I survived. I was so freaked out as well LOL In my head I was like… Hey, I’ve seen you before…

Meeting people you’ve exclusively seen on a screen/in photos is a little weird. It’s surreal to see them move in real life, to see them looking at you, and to hear them speak to you.

And I was like… Omg, he is SO Loki… like that’s Loki’s actor… Omg he SO looks like Loki…

Ngl when I walked out of the meeting booth situation they had, I was shaking. I was just stood there in line at a food stand at the con like… No I’m not hungry… I was bewildered.

Long story short, he is a little quiet but he’s very polite. I wish I spoke to him more, but I am very grateful and I reminisce about it everyday. The picture of us together still freaks me out because Wtf… That’s me and Tom Hiddleston…

Thank you for asking about it LOL I’ve been DYINGGGGG to talk about it.

Photo of me and Tom with a kawaii variation 😛

THE WAY HIS SHOULDER IS LITERALLY AT AN ANGLE LOLLLLLL

[peachhcs]

https://www.tumblr.com/peachhcs/765958548506198016/yesss-i-loved-that-side-angst-plot-where-samy-just

uh hello i love this. i need more and sammy explaining why she didn’t call and everything and will is still hurt but it hurts more knowing she is still learning to open up to him again and she’s scared to do that.

because i think sammy did want to call will probably right away but she still is trying to heal from all the pain from will that she is still scared to be open with will and she was just hurt and confused and didn’t know what to do

part 4?? should this be a small mini series? do we want more parts on this? i actually love writing this HAHA

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samy was a bit disoriented still when there was a small knock on the wooden door. she looked up expecting one of her parents or luke, but becoming pleasantly surprised when she saw gabe and ryan lingering instead.

"hey hughesy," ryan stepped in first, eagerly opening his arms to hug her. the brunette grinned, slowly pushing herself up to wrap her good arm around his larger frame.

"hi guys. thought you were my mom or something," samy chuckled while gabe carefully hugged her next. ryan went to pull up the empty chairs closer to the bed for them.

"glad it's us then and not her?" the darker-haired boy teased a bit and samy nodded. she loved her parents, but they've been down her throat since she woke up, hardly leaving her alone.

"how are you? luke told us it was a tendon tear. that shit sucks," ryan mumbled, shaking his head as him and gabe sat down.

samy fell back into the bed, a small sigh escaping her lips while getting herself comfortable again. "i'm okay. i'm pretty high on pain meds so i don't feel much. disappointed about being out for awhile though."

"yeah, that's the worst. do you know when you'll be back?" gabe wondered.

"well, i have to wear the sling for 6-8 weeks. complete healing isn't for like 6-9 months though, so i guess it all depends on what i can handle, what my doctor wants, what coach wants.." she trailed off a bit, more disappointment clear in her features after the excitement that was this season and now possibly not getting to even really play it.

"oh shit, that's kind of a long time. will you be able to play championships?" ryan's eyes widened.

"maybe. it all depends," another sigh and the boys shared her feelings as the three went silent for a moment.

someone's phone vibrated on the bedside table and it wasn't ryan's or gabe's because their phones were in their pockets. samy's gaze swept over to the screen at the same time gabe's did—both of them seeing will's name come up. the girl quickly looked away, a flush settling onto her cheeks in embarrassment? she couldn't really place her feelings, so she avoided the look gabe gave her and ryan's confusion when he saw the two exchanging glances.

"have you called him yet?" gabe didn't beat around the bush with this one earning a small grimace from the girl in the bed.

she didn't say anything so gabe took that as a no. ryan quickly caught on knowing they couldn't be talking about anyone but will.

"luke said he called him to update him while i was in surgery," samy mumbled softly as if that was her excuse as to why she hadn't called him yet. she knew it wasn't a excuse, but for some reason, she just couldn't bring herself to call the blonde in california.

"but why haven't you called him? you know he's waiting to hear from you," gabe softly pointed out, not wanting to push it.

"i know, i know...i just..i..don't know. i don't want to burden him you know? he's got a game and i don't want to distract him. i'm fine so it doesn't matter," more excuses tumbled from the younger hughes' lips and she hated seeing the boys' expressions of slight disapproval.

"you think you're a burden to him? you know that's not true," gabe shook his head because if anyone knew how much will cared about samy it was him. every late night phone call, every text, every glance—he saw it all and samy was never a burden in that boy's mind.

"no, i know that. i just..fuck. i don't know.."

"you're just..scared of opening back up to him?" ryan cut in softly when samy stumbled over her words. her eyes shot to his that he captured her feelings so perfectly.

"yeah, maybe. is that stupid?" the brunette mumbled, almost ashamed that she couldn't call her boyfriend.

"it's not stupid, samy. he hurt you and broke your trust. that kind of betrayal doesn't just..disappear when you get back together. it takes time rebuilding that," ryan immediately assured her and she knew he was serious when he called her samy and not hughes or hughesy.

"then why do i feel stupid and why can't i bring myself to call him or answer his messages?" the girl frowned while burying her face into her hands. a gentle, comforting hand fell on her arm.

"your brain? i get it. opening up again to someone who hurt you isn't easy, but i do know that will does care. you're not burdening him or whatever. he's your boyfriend. he's supposed to be there for you and help you through hard things," when she reopened her eyes ryan was rubbing her good arm in soft strokes with a reassuring smile.

gabe also mirrored his expression.

"i'm just scared i'll run him out or something again by putting stuff like this on him on top of hockey. i don't really know what i'd do if that happened again," the youngest hughes chuckled to try and laugh her slight tears away.

"well he'd be a fucking idiot if he pulled that shit again," gabe added making everyone laugh more.

"i guess it's still kind of fresh, you know? something i still think about like..a lot. more than i should probably. luke, jack, quinn, and all them are still getting used to us being back together too. i got scared. whatever," samy shrugged as she wiped at her wet eyes.

"completely understandable. he hurt you. you don't owe anyone anything, hughesy. call him whenever you're ready, or we could always call him, too," ryan smiled softly and she appreciated it. she squeezed ryan's arm back, finally getting rid of all her tears. 

"thanks. i'll call him eventually. i just need some more time and not be high on pain meds," they all shared a laugh. 

when gabe and ryan left after an hour samy was left by herself for a bit meaning she was left with her thoughts, too. the younger girl stared at her phone that had will's number pulled up on it. all she needed to do was press call, but something kept stopping her. the thoughts in the back of her head that she was burdening him despite what gabe and ryan said; the thoughts of being too much; the thoughts of him running out on her again. 

she just couldn't call him no matter how hard she tried fighting those thoughts, so will's contact stayed untouched for the rest of the night. 

[i-am-creacheur]

okay listen. I get the urge to talk about my favorite life series ship like it's Canon in every season...BUT. THAT HAS NEVER ONCE BEEN THE CASE.

Yes, Jimmy would be upset if Tango canaried (technical scientific term for that). Everyone would be- even I would be, and I've never watched a single one of his videos. Canarying sucks, and it hurts. Of course I would be upset. THAT DOES NOT MEAN THAT I THINK JIMMY WOULD BREAK DOWN SOBBING FROM A CHARACTER STAND POINT. They have had only like... THREE on screen interactions. One is Tango murdering a man infront of Jimmy and another is Tango cheerfully burning down something one of Jimmy's teammates worked very hard on. WildLifeChara!Jimmy has more reason to hate or be afraid of WildLifeChara!Tango than to be madly in love with him.

I promise you, if Tango had offered Jimmy a life instead of Ren, people wouldn't shut up about for MONTHS. But, because it's Ren, somehow the interaction isn't NEARLY as homoerotic??? I understand having NOTP's, but the Jimmy/Ren ship doesn't even show up ONCE on ao3. Zero fics. ZE-RO. There's no reason to hate something that doesn't even exist.

This same concept applies for Flower Husbands as well- not just in Wild Life, and Secret Life and Limited Life and Last Life and Real Life though- in Empires.

I have no clue about Empires Season 1, but they barely interacted in Empires Season 2- and yet the amount of ship art I sift through on a weekly basis for my side blog is actually insane. Yeah, the few interactions WERE important, but I think Scott only flirted (in video) with Jimmy maaybbeeee three times. I have no idea what the count of that for streaming is, but I swear it is not enough to keep that number so inflated.

Although, honestly, this problem might just be affecting me because of my personal view on shipping- if it's in a context where it doesn't make sense for the characters to be romantically engaged, I won't read it or write it.

For example, my beloved Solidwood! I mostly get their vibes or read their fics from the following series: Evo, Last Life, New Life, Empires2, Secret Life. That's because those settings make sense! They are active, they are engaged, they have near constant interactions or very close base locations. It makes SENSE for them to be shipped. However, if you showed me art or fic of them in, say, Limited Life, I'd furrow my brow and tilt my head and say "no, that doesn't do anything for me." BECAUSE THEY HAVE ZERO REASON TO BE INVESTED ROMANTICALLY IN ONE ANOTHER THERE, AS A STAND ALONE SETTING.

Most of the major Jimmy ships, though, don't follow this rule. I can understand loving a ship so much you want to see it everywhere- but, I promise you, stepping back and looking at which characters actually have chemistry regarding the new setting and social system will do wonders... you won't have to think of new Au's to insert your favorite ship into a new setting... all ships will be your favorite ship (unless they give you the ick). Join the multishiper hivemind /j

No but honestly it's gotten to the point where I will like or dislike a creator/character of theirs by what ship is their most popular given the context of the setting. Like, Tango in Double Life? Awww the sweetie!! I love him :) and then Tango in Empires2 sets off alarm bells in my brain screaming at me. He is NOT meant to be here bringing that ship here, this is NOT its territory. Same problem for Scott in nearly damn near every SMP both Jimmy and him are in... except Wild Life because he's actually been pretty nice and not condescending or forcing on Jimmy. I guess also power imbalances in how fans view them is a major no-go for me...

Idk if you read this whole thing thanks I guess... for anymore needed context I am a Jimmy rarepair obsessed multishiper.

TLDR; Lots of ships are not applied to series while fans think about the world and social context, which gives OP the ick. I'm also not policing ships I'm just beginning people to please either understand in setting context or list their AU details in the summaries of the fics. This goes hand in hand with misinterpreting characters in writing also... the more ships you like the more characters you will get to writing!!!!

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Magic AU? HoH Buck? That is very much up my very specific alley give me those trees

🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲

And as always by beloved triangles

🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼

YAY! Okay let's gooooooo.

135 or 1k for 🌲 (whatever I hit first):

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It’s the right thing to do, as much as it’ll suck to be single again, for the logistics of it all. As much as it’ll suck to hurt another lovely, good woman who likes him more than he can bring himself to like them back. He plans to do it over dinner one week in September.

And then he overhears Bobby and Buck chatting one day in the fire station kitchen. 

“I think I could really love her,” Buck is saying. “Like, I’m not there yet. But I could be? Like, soon.”

“Isn’t the difference between loving someone and imagining you could love someone idealization?” Bobby asks. 

“Wait… Are you saying I do already love her?” Buck replies. 

“I…” Bobby sighs. “Whatever you feel is what you feel, Buck.”

“You’re right. Maybe I do already love her.”

In completely unrelated news, Eddie decides not to break up with Marisol. It seems unfair to throw in the towel on someone really great because of unrelated family stress. 

2024

v. 

Eddie’s hollow back nightmares start back up again the first time he sees Kim. Literally, the night after he passes by her shop on the Promenade. 

He should have taken that as a clear sign. 

For almost a year, all his nightmares have been focused on his sister. Maybe a few helicopter related and Catholic school related oddities after the cruise ship and discovering Marisol’s former life, but… None of his usual torment. Until he glances upon Kim. A veritable clone of Shannon. Alive and breathing and so much like her in so many ways.  

Eddie should have steered clear. Not given into the temptation of revisiting something he has lost. Not let his grief rule him. 

But he doesn’t.

He’s stupid and selfish and shortsighted. He ruins his life over a few stolen hours with the not-real version of a woman he loved and lost. 

Now his son is gone and he’s entirely alone and all he has is the promise that when he goes to bed, each and every night, he will dream of something horrible. Because once it starts, right after seeing Kim, it never, ever stops. Every time Eddie manages to sleep, he has the same nightmares. 

vi. 

The call on Christopher’s fourteenth birthday goes much like all their other calls. By which, Eddie means, he is still locked in some sort of war of attrition with his son and his mother, who won’t really give them any space. It’s been like that since the day she showed up on his doorstep with his father and took Chris to El Paso. 

She’s always around when Eddie calls. Whether on screen or lurking somewhere off camera, Eddie and Chris never really get a moment alone to talk. And, okay. Eddie gets that it’s not her fault Chris is mad at him. He did that all on his own. But for someone who says she just wants to help Chris through a difficult time, she seems to also kind of be intent on keeping him in it. If Eddie tries to talk to Chris about any of the issues between them, she stops him. If Chris starts to open up, Helena suddenly has dinner or something else planned and the calls needs to end. And sometimes… Well, sometimes - and it’s probably crazy - Eddie feels like there’s a haze in Christopher’s eyes that comes over him when she speaks to him. 

Sometimes Eddie is certain he must be reading too much into things. Looking for an adversary where there is none, so he doesn’t have to carry the full weight of his blame. But he does. None of this would be happening if Eddie hadn’t fucked up to begin with. Only… Only shouldn’t his own mother be trying to help him mend the damage? It doesn’t feel like she is. 

Part of Eddie can empathize with her, he supposes. He left years ago. Sophia doesn’t talk to her. Adriana is still… Gone. Though, Helena has hardly done anything to change that. Nevertheless, she’s a mother of three with no children around. Eddie knows there’s a deep sadness to her. Maybe one that having Christopher around has lessened. But Eddie still doesn’t get why she would want to have the same pain unloaded onto him. He wants his child home, too. How much sadness is he supposed to live with as the price for his mistakes?

Buck finds Eddie in the kitchen after the miserable little party Zoom call ends. Tommy is still in the living room. Eddie had turned the TV on pretty quickly after the call ended, so neither Buck nor Tommy could ask any questions. Well, Tommy would ask. Buck would just offer words of encouragement. Maybe some genuinely good advice, too. Eddie can’t deal with that right now. And honestly? He doesn’t want to deal with it in front of Tommy anyway. The guy has been getting on his nerves lately. Eddie doesn’t know why. He hasn’t changed or anything. Maybe Eddie has. 

So Eddie starts taking the cupcakes he’d bought and moving them to containers to put in the fridge. A task to focus on so he doesn’t have to focus on the fact that he hardly spoke to his son on his fourteenth birthday. 

“Hey,” Buck says quietly when he approaches him. 

“Don’t want to talk about.”

Eddie shuts it down before it can even start. 

“Okay,” Buck says. “Uh, can I help clean up?”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to help, Eddie.”

“You can’t help,” Eddie snaps. A little unnecessarily, considering they were pretending to talk about pathetic party decorations. “This isn’t something you can fix. Not this time.”

Buck nods. “I know that.”

His voice is quiet. Sad.

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180 or 1k for 🔼:

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“And he’s pretty damn special,” Shannon says.

“He is,” Eddie nods. 

“So go fix it with him,” Shannon practically orders.  “Forgive him for the choices he’s made out of pain.”

Eddie looks at her for a long moment. She wants to push him out the truck door in urgency until she remembers it’s his truck and he will need it. Go now, she wants to say. It doesn’t have to be too late, this time. 

“Okay,” he says, as if hearing her thoughts. “Okay, I will.” 

▶️

Eddie isn’t going to tell Buck how he feels about him.

That’s not the point. That honestly doesn’t even seem productive, right now. What he’s going to do is put a stop to this. Whatever misguided, pained attempt Buck is making. He’ll hear him out, and he’ll end it. Reassure him. Instead of getting angry and sticking to his guns, he’ll take Shannon’s approach. He trusts her on this one, he thinks.

He thinks a lot about what she said back in the parking lot was right. It makes him want to be better. If that’s an option. 

He drives straight from Shannon’s to Buck’s. He doesn’t have a whole lot of time before he needs to pick up Chris, but maybe all he needs is a start. To get his foot in the door and get Buck thinking. He doesn’t call or text ahead of time. He’s fairly confident Buck is home. He’s not actively working in the midst of his suit, and after how this morning went? Eddie imagines he’s home alone, feeling awkward. He may have been fuming when he saw him at arbitration, but he could tell well enough from the look on Buck’s face that Buck wasn’t happy either. 

Eddie pounds on Buck’s door. His frustration and day of heightened emotions is evident in the cadence of his fist against the painted steel. 

“Buck!” He calls out.

He sounds a little deranged. Like he’s coming around to settle a seedy debt or something.

Buck opens the door maybe a minute later, looking sort of pale with apprehension. 

“Uh, hey-hey, Eddie,” he stammers. “Um… We’re not supposed to-”

“I don’t care,” Eddie cuts him off. “I don’t care about the rules of the lawsuit, Buck. I need to talk to you.”

Buck’s face warps with concern. “Uh, o-okay. Are you okay? Are Shannon and Chris okay?”

“Can I come in?” Eddie asks. A non-answer. 

Buck nods, looking even more worried. “Yeah. Yeah, of course.”

He widens the doorway for Eddie to walk through. They walk a few paces into the loft, and the door swings shut behind Eddie. 

“Seriously,” Buck asks. “Is everyone okay?”

“Shannon and Chris are fine,” Eddie says. “The baby is fine.”

“Okay,” Buck replies. “Okay, good.”

“I’m not fine,” Eddie says. Something that takes more than he was expecting out of him, just to say. He’s not used to saying it. Admitting it. Even if it’s true. 

“Wh-what’s going on?” Buck asks.

Eddie takes a deep breath. 

“This whole lawsuit…” He starts. “It… It’s pissing me off, Buck. I get that you’re going through something right now. But I’m… It hurts me that… That you’d just do something to sever contact between us without even… I mean, you didn’t even give me a heads up or ask for my opinion.”

Buck chews on his lip for a second, processing. 

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he says. “I should have given you a heads up. I’m sorry.”

“You shouldn’t have done it at all,” Eddie bites back.

And, okay. Not good. Not the point. Not what Shannon was trying to tell him. But… It’s out there now.

Buck flinches a little. “I’m doing what I have to do, Eddie.”

“No,” Eddie shakes his head. “You aren’t. Because you would have come back eventually, and now this is all going to go sideways, and you won’t be allowed back.”

Buck shakes his head. “No. No, that’s not true.”

“It is, Buck,” Eddie insists. “In what world do you think you get to come back to the 118 all hunky dory after this?”

“You don’t understand,” Buck replies, guttural and frustrated. 

“No? Then tell me!” Eddie raises his voice. 

“I…” Buck’s voice wavers. “I…”

“What?” Eddie demands. 

“I can’t go back to being alone!” Buck shouts. 

Eddie blinks. What the hell is he talking about? He’s not alone! 

“Why would you be alone?” Eddie asks, maybe not as gently as he ought to. “You have all these people who care so much about you. Who were fucking terrified the past three times you almost died in the last six months. Why would you be alone, Buck? Just because you’re not on active duty?”

“Because…” Buck makes a struggled, frustrated noise. “Because that’s why. That’s why people care, Eddie.”

Eddie furrows his eyebrows. “You think we all only care about you because you’re a firefighter?”

That’s honestly… Well, Eddie can’t tell if it’s heartbreaking or insulting.

Buck crosses his arms. Like he’s physically holding himself together.

“Maybe not consciously,” he says, voice lower. 

“But you do think that?” Eddie says. “You really think that’s the truth?”

“Maybe not being a firefighter, but-but the person I am when I am a firefighter. I never… I never mattered before,” Buck says. “No one gave a shit about me before hand, Eddie. You don’t know what that’s like.”

Eddie frowns. He feels a little cold.

“What are you talking about?”

How could that be true? Even if all the people he’s close to now are from this chapter of his life, what about Maddie? They’re so close. Eddie saw how much she loves him first hand all the times he’s been in danger. She adores him. How could he think that she didn’t until two years ago?

“Before…” Buck takes a deep breath. “Before I came to Los Angeles, I was completely alone. For five years. I didn’t have anyone. I didn’t have a-a home. It was just me and the Jeep and no one… No one stayed in touch. I wrote to Maddie, but she didn’t… She sent me away, and I… No one wanted me around long. I was nothing. I didn’t matter.”

[teacup-captor]

So you know those people who make sad and/or snarky comments about their exes? Like "I don't need them, I'm so much happier now anyway" and "I miss them so much they meant so much to me" type of things

I have to focus so hsrd to not say stuff like that about Sherlock & Co. sometimes 😭😭😭

[aaronstveit]

it actually pisses me off how common it is for book-to-screen adaptations to just completely disrespect their source material in increasingly ridiculous ways. whitewashing wuthering heights. erasing the queerness of dorian gray. the thing about classics is that they remain relevant in society for a reason: their stories can be interpreted in so many different ways, and they resonate with people in other places and other times. but instead of getting really interesting interpretations of these stories that at once remain true to their source material AND explore the themes in new perspectives, we just keep getting adaptations that remove everything of importance from the story and try to pander to the widest audience possible. but wuthering heights isn't wuthering heights if heathcliff is white. dorian gray isn't dorian gray if it isn't queer. the story does not become more relatable or likable when you remove the social issues, especially considering that these social issues are still extremely present and visible in the world right now. all you're doing is taking a beloved story and turning it into soulless garbage for money. but i guess that's what 90% of hollywood is right now anyway

[unma]

Saw the Epilogue for Liar Satsuki just now and yeah no, I was coping when I thought it'd make things better. I still can't believe Akira and Satsuki didn't end up together. After EVERYTHING these two have been through together. Komachi is not even slightly as relevant for most of the manga, and you can say what you want about both their abilities tying them together thematically and what not, but frankly the entire manga set it up such that Akira x Satsuki was the obvious choice.

[horsemage]

I think we should bring back basic etiquette lessons such as shutting the fuck up when you’re watching a movie in a group that is not exclusively your friend group 🙂

[claire-starsword]

Shining Force - Bloodline of the Sacred Dragons chapter 2-7

[hyaciiintho]

🌸｡*ﾟ+. I think for all intent and purposes, I'll be referring to P as... well... "P" in all his tags and whatnot. Try to keep things as spoiler free as I possibly can on here. At least for a few months? I'll try to tag "Lies of P Spoilers" in things that have spoilers, though when it comes to writing in certain verses (post-game), I can say with 100% certainty that... it'll be incredibly spoilery c': So... warning on that front, if anyone cared and wanted to play the game themselves if they hadn't yet. If anyone wanted any other specific tag to use (because the general spoiler tag is kinda used by the fandom in general dfghujkdf), I can make one people can blacklist so they don't get spoiled!

Also, his google doc is probably gonna be hella spoilery, so if people just want to interact with an in-game verse (like beginning to mid-ish timeline) then they're free to request whatever information for him for that via DMs! But I think imma get started on his doc soon (after I fill my queue with other stuff) because... I'm excited to use him and I have the PERFECT FC's for him to use~