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wandamaximoffsbadgirl · 10 months ago

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prompt 8 and 14 (shy readers first time) and moms bsf wanda

You Were Red and You Liked Me Because I Was Blue

Mom's bsf!Wanda Maximoff x shy!innocent!Romanoff!fem!reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, age gap relationship (W=35, R=20) W calls herself Mommy, use of pet names, W fingers R

A/N: I worked on this all day while I didn't feel good and I have a killer headache at the moment so if I missed any warning I'm sorry. I can't think anymore.

The air was cold, without snow falling to distract you it felt unbearable to be waiting for your ride back home for break. Unfortunately you mom was off on a work trip until 3 days before Christmas so instead her best friend, Wanda would be picking you up.

Normally Wanda would have also been preoccupied this time of year, but since her and Vision finalized their divorce and custody of the boys, Vision would be getting them Christmas break first.

You couldn't imagine what that must be like for Wanda. Suddenly after 10 years of family tradition she was alone again and Wanda being alone was never a good thing. You'd known Wanda for a long time. After Natasha helped take down the red room she'd taken you, the youngest widow on the ship under her wing. The day you gained Natasha as a mom, you also gained an aunt Yelena. You had always heard stories of the famous Black Widow that got away and you'd seen Yelena training with others the greatest child assassin the world has ever known. Though you know her now as Auntie Lena who eats Mac and cheese straight out of the pot.

You're pulled out of your thoughts when you see the familiar red subaru ascent. Wanda pulled up with a smile as you opened up the trunk to set your luggage in before quickly getting in the passenger seat with a shiver. Wanda pulled you into her arms, your body instantly heating from her contact.

“Hi sweetheart. How was the flight in?” She asked near your ear, making your heart skip a beat as you pulled back, trying to calm your body down.

“It was fine. Better than having you drive five hours to come grab me.” You told her as you put on your seat belt.

“I wouldn't have minded a 5 hour road trip with you sweet girl.” You bit the inside of your cheek at her words, choosing to stare out the window as she pulled away from the airport.

With Wanda's help you brought your luggage into the house and headed to your room to finally lie down and stretch out. The flight was only an hour and a half and the car ride back was about a half hour. You had barley acknowledged Wanda when she said about her starting on dinner instead choosing to go shower and clean yourself up.

You'd been told that even though you're an adult your mom wanted Wanda there with you. She said it was so you could keep an eye on the other. For Wanda it was so you'd stay out of trouble and for you it was to keep Wanda company. Natasha knew what it was like for Wanda to be alone.

What you and Natasha didn't know though was Wanda had fawned over you since she met you. When Natasha first introduced you and Yelena you always hid away. A little mouse making little to no noise as you moved. Even your thoughts were quiet to Wanda. It was something she found solace in around you. She knew what had happened to you and the other widows. Though you were next step of perfecting what Drekovy wanted out of the widows, total control they had perfected and for you, the only survivor of your age group, an enhanced super soldier serum. It gave you all the same enhancements as Steve and Bucky, but you stayed small, unassuming so no one ever saw you coming.

“Y/N! Dinner's ready sweet girl!” Wanda called up as you looked over yourself in the mirror, the scars lining your arms, shoulders, chest. They were everywhere.

You took the stairs two at a time, hair still damp, but Wanda's cooking smelt too good to keep her waiting. She looked up from moving things from the counter to the dining table. Natasha always used to have these ‘family meals’ where her parents, Yelena, Wanda, Vision, and the boys would come over. They stopped happening when Wanda and Vision decided to get the divorce. A smile was on Wanda's face,

“I made your favorite. Help me move it over to the table.” You happily helped out so the two of you could eat dinner together.

As Wanda was cleaning up and insisting that you go relax on the couch and get a movie ready you watched her from the couch, forgoing a movie and putting on The Office instead. You needed the background noise because to you your thoughts felt so loud that Wanda must be able to hear you if you didn't have something distracting her.

As she finished up and sat next to you she gave no indication of hearing your thoughts which she often did to those around her. Her arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you against her as if you were two magnets. You bit the corner of your lips trying to watch the show.

You knew Wanda was experienced obviously, she has twins. You on the other hand haven't even gotten the opportunity to kiss a girl or a boy or anyone because from the day you met Wanda all you ever wanted was her. You'd never tell her that though.

She was with Vision when you met her nearly 13 years ago. With everything that happened after that with Thanos and then defeating him without the loss of half the population you could just live life normally for the first time.

Wanda's hand found your thigh, rubbing gently as she watched the show, one the two of you have watched multiple times over the years. You enjoyed sitcoms like she did along with being introduced to reality TV which is just a guilty pleasure really.

“W-Wands…” your voice was barely a whisper and Wanda pretended not to hear you. Not even when you started squirming under her touch as her hand grew closer to your hot center. Her hand squeezed you as you let out a little whimper. “Wands…” you tried again, trying to be louder, but you couldn't. Once again your plea goes unacknowledged as her pinky brushes against your clit, your hands fly down to her wrist. She finally looks at you. You don't dare look at her.

“What's wrong sweet girl?” She asks so innocently as if she has no idea what she's doing.

“W-Wands…I…you…” you fumble with your words. Her other hand reaches your chin, forcing you to look at her.

“What about us sweet girl?” You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. She pulls you onto her lap, her hands resting on your hips. “Just watch the show sweet girl. Let Mommy play.” You felt like fireworks went off in your stomach. Sure you'd heard the boys call Wanda Mommy and yeah you'd heard her call herself Mommy over the years, but never in the tone she just used and never directed at you.

You felt like everything on you was burning except for Wanda's hands that were always cold and clad in rings. You did as told keeping your eyes on the screen until you felt her hand push past your waistband. Your hands once again grabbing her wrist, not because you didn't want her to, you really wanted her too. You were nervous.

“W-Wands…I've never…” Wanda moved forward, tilting her head to look at you.

“Not ever at college?” She questioned. You shook your head.

“N-not even a kiss…” you admitted. Wanda's hand leaving your shorts and moving to your face.

“These precious lips haven't kissed anyone else?” You shook your head, “So I'll be your first?” She asked pulling you closer. All you could manage as your heart pounded was a soft ‘mhmm’ before her lips touched yours.

As her lips meet yours, it's a gentle yet electrifying sensation, sending waves of warmth cascading through you. Wanda's touch is tender, guiding you through this unfamiliar territory with ease and patience. With each fleeting moment, you feel yourself melting into her embrace, the world around you fading into the background.

When Wanda pulls back, there's a brief moment of hesitation, as if time itself is holding its breath. You find yourself lost in her gaze, a mixture of emotions swirling within you – anticipation, vulnerability, and a newfound courage. Slowly, a soft smile tugs at the corners of Wanda's lips, her eyes sparkling with tenderness.

With a gentle brush of her fingers against your cheek, Wanda whispers words of reassurance, her voice a soothing melody in the stillness of the room. And as you lean into her touch, a sense of peace settles within you.

The night carried on without Wanda trying to slip past your shorts instead she kept stealing kisses late into the night before deciding it was time for bed. It was when you moved you could feel just how wet you'd before and you freeze, your thighs smacking tightly together. Wanda stopped, a tug on your hand.

“What's wrong sweet girl?” She looked back at you, confusion etched on her face.

“It…its..icky…” you squirmed and Wanda smirked, taking two steps towards you.

“Don't worry my sweet girl,” she tilted your head up, “Mommy is going to take good care of you.” Her breath against your lip, her voice sweet and thick with her accent, the one you heard all those years ago. Your legs want to turn to jelly.

Wanda wasn't expecting you to stay quiet once her fingers slipped past your wet folds, but you did. Little breathy moans, small whimpers, tiny pleas fell past your lips as your face burned and your eyes screwed shut.

“Don't close your eyes Detka. Look at me.” You could only obey with her voice sounding the way it did. You looked at her, she smiled at you and only picked up her pace.

You squirmed and felt like you were going to burst as you whimpered and tried to get away, but she held you there. You tried closing your legs, but she held them open.

“Open your legs Detka. I wanna see you.” Her nails dug into your thigh.

“F-feels weird…” you squeaked out.

“You're gonna cum for Mommy it'll make you feel better. Go on. Let it happen.” As if your body was waiting on her word, that coil inside of you snapped. Your back arched as your eyes rolled back. “That's a good girl…Mommy’s good girl.” Her fingers slowed down before leaving you. Your eyes closed but soon enough Wanda was helping you sit up.

“Water sweet girl. Take a few sips.” You did as told, knowing Wanda always knew best. When she felt you had enough she tapped your cheek and you let go.

She helped you clean yourself up, the cool towel feeling nice against your hot skin and then into pajamas which only consisted of an old band t-shirt of Wanda's and a pair of your panties. As she got the two of you settled into your bed, holding you against her chest. Her fingers moved through your hair as your eyes began to flutter she spoke,

“We're going to have a lot of fun until your mom comes home.” You smiled against her skin. You almost hoped she wouldn't be home for Christmas if it meant more time playing like this with Wanda.

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bluecollarmcandtf · 1 year ago

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Revenge Body

The day he dumped my sister...

This is a photo of Eric the day he dumped my sister. According to him, she wasn't good enough to be with a hotshot architect like him! Eric thinks highly of his career and appearance, and he loves himself more than he could love any woman.

My sister had to find that out the hard way.

What Eric doesn't know is that his ex-girlfriend comes from a family of witches. In fact, her speciality is contacting the dead, and that's exactly what she did...

My sister summoned me, her dear-old brother, from beyond the grave and spilled the tea on her ex-boyfriend. Even though I was dead, I was furious with the man, so I agreed to help with my sister's revenge scheme. It might've been petty and unethical, but I was in! Eric needed to lose what he loved most...

2 months later...

"He's fattening right up!" I sent a selfie to my sister, cradling the bloated gut that hung from my chest.

That's right. I jumped into Eric's body and possessed his ass! In only a short time, I'd completely transformed the jerk's entire existence. I was dragging his perfect body and career down the drain!

After performing Eric's dramatic emotional breakdown at his architectural firm, I got fired and kicked out of the building. I strutted his body back to his place, and quickly sold everything he owned. I got rid of his fancy clothes, his shiny sports car, and his luxury apartment. All the money went directly to my sister. I used what was left to rent out the crappiest little apartment I could find.

It was in that seedy rat-infested motel that I gleefully began to destroy Eric's carefully maintained body. I packed his tight stomach full of beer and fast food, shaved his perfect head of hair, and donned an unwashed outfit I thrifted from a GoodWill.

Now that he was unemployed, I got him a job with a construction company. I made sure to get started with the same crew that Eric used to supervise as the architect. Needless to say, there were a lot of angry tradesmen who weren't happy to see him...

6 Months Later...

Apparently, construction workers really don't like architects, so they were all constantly badmouthing Eric behind my back. I didn't really stop them, but I also didn't really keep them from doing it to my face either. With me in control, Eric was just a pathetic, submissive loser, and all his new coworkers knew they could push him around.

I didn't wash Eric once while wearing him. My nose eventually became numb to his ripe body odor, but I noticed the disgusted looks on everyone's face when they were near. His skin was constantly itchy with dry sweat and dirt too, but I didn't bother buying him anything else to wear. As far as I was concerned, Eric would get up, work, and sleep in the same repurposed clothes I bought for a few bucks.

By this point, the lean muscles he'd been so proud of were long gone. A heavy layer of blubber hung off his whole body, and he was practically unrecognizable with his shaved head and unkept beard. Giving his heavy beergut a jolly shake, I chuckled and knew it was finally time to move to the final phase...

Present Day...

It was mid-afternoon when I jumped ship. I abandoned his body after a long morning of heavy lifting, leaving Eric exhausted, sweaty, and caked in mud.

Eric regained control of his senses for the first time after 6 months of being possessed by me. He stood there for a moment, all 280 lbs of him, simply staring at his surroundings in disbelief and confusion.

He didn't start yelling until he looked down and saw the state of his precious body. I doubt he had ever felt so slimy and gross before. As I said, I made sure to leave his body as disgusting as possible for him.

Don't feel bad for him though. My sister and I just made Eric as disgusting on the outside as he was on the inside...

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poisonlove · 1 year ago

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Do you think you can do Jenna x fem!reader where reader as just moved into the neighbourhood and Jenna’s family and readers family are really good friends and every time reader goes over Jenna’s family’s house Jenna would always make an excuse to touch reader or be next to her then it ends with some dirty amazing pussy wetting smut please 🙏

(Maybe Jenna’s younger sister aliyah ships Jenna and reader 🤭)

I tried to make it as realistic as possible, and it took me a while… but I hope you like it and that it was worth the wait.

Is Emily here? | j.o

Content Warning: Explicit Scenes, +18

I step out of the car, sighing tiredly after the long journey. The move from our beloved Italy to California, in Indio, has been a rollercoaster of emotions and the challenges of relocation. My only aspiration right now is to collapse onto the bed and close my eyes, erasing the fatigue accumulated during the trip.

"Mum! I'm bored!" exclaims my little sister, closing the car door.

I roll my eyes at her comment.

"Sweetheart, why don't you go play?" my mother says, sighing tiredly, holding a cardboard box labeled FRAGILE.

Emily, my adorable sister, smiles widely, showing the gap where her recently lost tooth used to be.

"Really?" Emily says, giggling softly, looking around with curiosity.

My eyes watch in confusion as my sister walks towards a girl playing in the driveway next to ours. The two girls exchange greetings and start playing.

"Wow... she makes friends quickly," I mutter absentmindedly, smiling to myself.

I grab a box from the trunk, and as I close it, my attention is drawn to the sound of a car parking near our driveway. A girl steps out of the car, adjusting her sunglasses and shaking her head to fix her hair.

The girl exudes an irresistibly beautiful aura. Her long dark hair gracefully falls over her shoulders, and the sunglasses accentuate her magnetic gaze. With confident steps and an intriguing smile, she approaches with an elegance that captures everyone's attention.

My jaw literally drops.

The girl walks, lowering her sunglasses, winking at me.

"Y/N," my mother calls from inside the house, wanting to get my attention. "Coming!" I shout in response, tearing my gaze away from the goddess.

"Can you call your sister?" my mother asks later as we unpack plates and glasses from the cardboard box. "She needs to help us," she mutters faintly, wiping a strand of hair from her forehead.

"She's six years old... what does she have to do?" I say rhetorically, putting the box on the floor. "Dispose of the boxes... I don't know, just call her," she says, rolling her eyes.

I go outside again and walk towards the driveway next to ours, immediately noticing Emily's absence. I furrow my brows and approach the door.

I raise my hand and knock on the wood.

"Jenna, go answer," someone inside shouts, a male voice. "Yes, Dad," the girl replies. I smile timidly, hearing footsteps approaching, and at the same time, a strange nervousness pervades me.

The door opens, and the girl I saw earlier looks at me with a charming smile on her lips. My eyes travel from top to bottom of her figure, noting her toned legs accentuated by shorts and the top revealing her midriff.

"Hi, how can I help you?" she asks timidly, leaning against the door. Although her question sounds innocent, her eyes look at me with fire.

"Is Emily here?" I ask timidly. "I saw her playing with a girl here," I say, smiling nervously, scared at the thought that my sister might not be here.

"Oh, yeah, she was playing with my little sister," she says, smiling broadly.

A dazzling smile highlighted by dimples.

"Aliyah," Jenna turns inside her house, shouting her sister's name. Small steps approach, and I smile seeing my sister in the company of Aliyah. The girls were playing with dolls.

"Emily," I say timidly. "We need to go," I say, glancing at Jenna. "No, y/n/n," the little brunette says with an adorable pout. "Can't she stay for 10 more minutes?" Aliyah innocently asks. "No, honey... maybe another time," I say, feeling guilty for ruining their afternoon play.

"You can come here tonight!" Aliyah suggests with a dazzling smile, and I blink in surprise.

At that moment, a woman approaches us.

"Actually, it wouldn't be a bad idea," the lady says. "You can ask your parents to come to dinner at our place, call it a welcome dinner," she suggests with a bright smile.

"Oh... I'll tell my mother, thank you, Mrs...," I start hesitating, not knowing what to call her. "Natalie," the lady says with a small smile.

"Well, thank you, Natalie," I smile cordially to everyone and reach out to take my sister's hand, intertwining our fingers. "Goodbye," my sister says innocently, waving to Jenna.

Jenna reciprocates with a smile on her lips.

(...)

"Everything is delicious," I exclaim with a small smile.

It's 9:00 PM, and we're at our neighbors' house: the Ortega family. Initially, my mother didn't take the invitation well, but after various pleas from Emily, we showed up at their doorstep.

"All right, dear..." Natalie says, wiping her mouth with a napkin. "Why don't you and Jen go upstairs to get to know each other better?" she suggests with a smile.

I smile timidly, feeling a strange nervousness in my body, and direct my attention to Jenna, who smiles while wiping her mouth with a napkin. Throughout the evening, little Ortega looked at me with curiosity and desire, brushing her foot against mine several times.

Jenna gets up from the chair and gives me a mischievous smile before going up the stairs. "Thank you for the delicious dinner," I say, smiling with embarrassment before following the brunette upstairs.

With my heart pounding, I enter the room through the partially open door. My eyes curiously scan the surrounding environment, smiling at the sight of photos and some stuffed animals on the furniture.

The door behind me closes.

I turn towards Jenna and see her walking towards me with curious sparkling eyes. Her hands rest around my neck, and she looks at me with her lower lip trapped between her teeth. "I think it's obvious that I'm interested," she says absentmindedly, stroking my neck with the tips of her fingers.

I swallow nervously.

"Mmmh," I mumble in response, and Jenna genuinely smiles. "I'll take that as a yes," the brunette leans in more but does it slowly in case I don't want her to kiss me. Not seeing any sign of refusal in my eyes, she joins our lips in a slow and passionate kiss.

My mind clouds, my protest dying in my throat, and I reciprocate this kiss.

Jenna timidly bites my lower lip, making me shiver with the intensity of the kiss. "Wait," I assert after separating our lips with a loud smack. "Doesn't it seem strange to you? We just met today," I say curiously, breathing irregularly, trying to regulate my breathing.

Jenna looks at me through her long black lashes, dilated pupils.

"Don't think about it," Jenna whispers faintly, running her hand along my jaw. "Just enjoy the moment," she murmurs in a low voice, leaning towards my neck.

I sigh loudly, feeling her open-mouthed kisses on my neck, making me shiver with pleasure. "Let go" she murmurs against my skin, timidly biting the pulse on my neck, making me moan.

I knew the situation was very strange... but while part of me wanted to run away because I didn't even know Jenna's age... the other part of me desperately wanted to take her clothes off.

My fingertips trail along the sinuous curve of Jenna's body, stopping with a gentle caress in the valley of her ass. Her lips, now pulled into a victorious smile, press against my neck with a sweetness full of desire.

Jenna pulls back, our noses millimeters apart. I could hear her ragged breathing hit my lips. My eyes gazed determinedly at her mouth, feeling excited at how perfect and soft her lips seemed to me, delicious to the touch. I leaned in further and removed this annoying distance, kissing her forcefully, almost making our teeth clash.

Jenna's hands end up under my shirt, her fingertips trying to reach inside my sweatpants.

I smile weakly into the kiss and tilt my head more, flicking my tongue over her bottom lip. Jenna shyly parted her lips and put my tongue inside her mouth, sighing immediately upon feeling hers. The brunette squeezes my hips tightly, melting into the passionate kiss.

The sensation almost makes my legs wobble, and my grip on her ass loosens momentarily. One hand slides to her hip, while the other gently rests on her cheek, breaking the passionate kiss.

we look at each other with agitated breathing, pupils showing our excitement.

"Undress" the brunette murmurs with agitated breathing.

My eyes watched mischievously as Jenna pulled her shirt over her head, ruffling her hair during the sensual gesture. I lick my lips noticing how Jenna's pants fall to the floor, kicked off and left there because they were in the way.

I took off my gray sweatshirt and took off my sweatpants, remaining in my underwear.

Jenna analyzes me from head to toe, biting her lower lip maliciously. The brunette advances and joins our lips again in a fiery kiss, making me sigh again.

Jenna guides me to her bed and I sigh as I feel the softness of the mattress under my back.

Jenna's lips move away from my mouth, focusing on my neck. The way she kissed my neck literally made me feel like I was in heaven, I couldn't believe she could make me wet for so little. "You're beautiful" she murmurs as she leaves a trail of kisses from my neck to the valley of my breasts.

Jenna bites her lower lip and takes off her bra, leaving me completely idiotic in front of the perfection of her breasts.

A blazing fire presents itself to my chest, moving down and giving itself to the bundle of nerves between my legs. I released a grunt and quickly changed positions, placing my arms on either side of her head.

“Someone is finally letting go,” she murmurs with amusement and I rolled my eyes at her comment. I leaned over and simply wrapped my lips around her nipple, immediately sighing at how soft it was.

Jenna sighs loudly.

I knew we didn't have much time and at any moment someone would come up to call me... but despite this I was excited by the idea of risking being caught in the act.

My hand deftly travels down her body, placing my fingers inside her panties, sighing at how wet she was. “You're soaked,” I say smugly and Jenna smiles genuinely, cheeks flushed with embarrassment and excitement.

"I can...?" I start shyly, brushing her clit with my thumb, playing with my fingers around her entrance.

“Misery, fuck me,” Jenna murmurs in exasperation, looking at me with heavy breathing.

I smiled and put two fingers inside her, making her moan in surprise. My wetness grows as I feel how tight and welcoming her walls are around my fingers. I start to move in and out of her, trying to get used to the pleasant sensation.

Jenna hooks her arms around my neck, opening her legs wider.

“Faster,” she murmurs breathlessly, biting her lower lip trying to hold back her moans. "As you wish" I say amused. My lips rest against her neck and my hand begins to penetrate her faster and deeper, literally fucking her like a whore.

“My god,” she murmurs weakly, placing her lips around my neck and clamping her teeth against my skin to muffle the moans.

I stroke her clit with my thumb, increasing the grip of her teeth against my skin. “Fuck yes!” she groans under her breath as she rests her head against the pillow, arching her back.

My mouth opens in surprise feeling Jenna's hand inside my panties, looking for space to enter and feel my arousal. “Yes you are so wet” Jenna says as she enters me, making me sigh. I lean into her neck and moan against her skin.

"Let's come together" she moans quickly feeling that I was moving my fingers again, resuming the initial rhythm. I nod against her neck, squeezing my nose, feeling a few strands of Jenna's hair tickling me and continuing to penetrate her.

"Jen" I moan almost crying with pleasure, feeling myself reaching my climax. Jenna increases her speed and whimpers into her neck, moving her arm rapidly.

Jenna's walls tighten around my fingers.

“Shit I’m…” I blather before feeling my abdomen clench and i come. My fingers welcomed Jenna's orgasm and I tried to prolong the wave of pleasure as much as possible.

Jenna relaxed against my neck and I raised my head to look at her. Her eyes sparkled and a beautiful smile was plastered on her lips, various freckles scattered across her face and her hair disheveled on the pillow.

Footsteps are heard on the stairs.

Jenna and I look at each other with concern and immediately get out of bed, looking for the clothes scattered on the floor. When I finished putting on my shoes the bedroom door opened and I smiled nervously seeing my sister looking at us curiously. Jenna stood across the room looking at herself in the mirror.

“Y/n” Emily smiled sweetly at me “we need to go home...” she states pouting slightly.

I get out of bed and walk towards my sister, crouching down to her height "did you have fun?" I ask with a small smile on my lips. Emily nods several times "you?" she asked innocently and out of the corner of my eye I saw Jenna smile mockingly.

“Yes,” I answer honestly and Emily giggles. Jenna turns and sits on her bed, looking at me curiously.

"So you'll go back to playing Aliyah" I say and Emily smiles genuinely, eyes sparkling with happiness "really?" she says squeezing my arm. “Yes.. obviously if Jen agrees” I say with a sheepish smile and the brunette rolls her eyes at the question.

“Obviously Emily” Jenna gets up and walks towards my sister, crouching down next to me. “You will always be welcome here,” she murmurs with a bright smile. "You will play with my sister in the garden or in the living room" says the brunette sweetly.

One of her hands rests in my sister's hair "and I will play with your sister in my room" the brunette says innocently, making me blush at the clear sexual message.

Emily smiled and I shiver feeling Jenna's gaze on me, analyzing me like a predator.

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Paddock Secrets

Pairing; Lando Norris x reader

Summary: Lando Norris and mysterious girl are together. (I don’t really know how to describe this one. )

Pictures; From Pinterest

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@f1fangirlsunite: “Mysterious girl” vibes—no face, but she’s always around. Who is she?

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Six of Crows future head cannon:

Alby Rollins joins the Dregs.

Picture it: 1920’s-esque Ketterdam, 10 years post Sweet Reef/ Ice Court. Slick Rolls Royce cars line the cobbled streets, a city spiraling toward a new age. Rain drenches the obscure signs & hidden arrows pointing to the Speak-Easy halls. In a time of prohibition… down, down, down must one go in the Barrel to find the most notorious of them all. A slice of sin, six feet under. A crowd drunk off vice served in black tea cups.

The young man walks into Kaz Brekker’s office (after fighting his way there), sits himself in a chair opposite a great obsidian desk. Winded & lip still bleeding from his tousle with the men at the doors, Alby wheezes: “Teach me.”

In turn, A near 30 year old Kaz smirks. “I thought lions preferred their pride.”

Alby, barely pushing 17, gives a smile of a golden boy, nervous but strong enough to hold the gaze of a devil. (He’s practiced.) “I thought Crows scavengers. Here I am, a shine for the taking.”

“Still have that crow, little lion?” A feminine shadow whispers from the corner. Unnoticed by the young man previously, he clicks his teeth but still refuses to show fear. A serpent-like bead of sweat slides down his spine, a shiver chasing after. He holds firm, biting his cheek to hide the startle.

He knows this shadow, this phantom. She haunted him, once.

“I buried it with my father,” the Kaelish prince whispers, “or rather, in place of him. Never did find a body. Pity.” He shrugs.

Kaz’s eyes glint like a cat’s, his smile a loaded gun. A gloved hand stretches halfway across the table in offering. “All right, cub. What do you want?”

Alby reaches forward, feeling the cold black leather of Dirtyhands’ grip between his fingers. The moment is a stormy crossroads, a whip between his shoulders reminiscent of his father’s favorite belt. He smiles, for this is a pain Alby has been walking toward since the day he woke up clutching stuffed black feathers.

(His blood never did bleed emerald.)

More than one answer to Kaz’s stinging question come to mind, nettles along the path of his thoughts. Yet, only one pricks Alby into speaking, the rage in his voice real rather than bravado. “Revenge.”

The Wraith giggles roughly, slipping herself to the arm of Kaz’s chair on silent feet. Alby swallows.

“On me?” The leader of the Dregs rasps, a brow peaked with amusement. His wife smiles with closed lips, knives glinting along her body like hungry specters. For here, her teeth are shown. Alby knows she Captain’s a fleet of the deadliest ships in the True Sea. He drags his gaze from her quickly.

“No.” Alby stutters, but he does not lie. Kaz Brekker bested his abusive father, and he does not care about Pekka’s death. In fact, sitting with the suspected murderers, Alby finds he rather prefers their company.

Kaz reclines in his chair, a hand lazily splayed on Captain Ghafa’s knee. He regards Alby with black eyes, a sharpness that pierces through his strength but doesn’t shatter it. A blade meant to probe. A test of mettle. Alby has waited too long for this audience, he cannot lose it. A moment passes.

Dirtyhands looks to his wife, his Wraith. She quirks her head in the silent exchange. Six heart beats have passed, and Alby Rollins is certain he won’t leave this room. He waits for the snap of a cane to bank his vision, a warm blanket of red to cover him from the jugular down.

He waits for death, but does not invite it. It does not come.

Instead, a voice like choking smoke, “Then let us begin.”

Alby Rollins releases a breath. His knuckles loosen in parts. A tattooist is called in.

The Crow & Cup bleeds as it settles, accepting the fresh skin as it’s master’s tithe.

Alby sits taller, a prince of a different kind, a darker throne.

I don’t make the rules but this is now my personal agenda & important that u agree

Crap now I have to put it in a fic

Should I do it?

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What objections would you actually accept to AI?

Roughly in order of urgency, at least in my opinion:

Problem 1: Curation

The large tech monopolies have essentially abandoned curation and are raking in the dough by monetizing the process of showing you crap you don't want.

The YouTube content farm; the Steam asset flip; SEO spam; drop-shipped crap on Etsy and Amazon.

AI makes these pernicious, user hostile practices even easier.

Problem 2: Economic disruption

This has a bunch of aspects, but key to me is that *all* automation threatens people who have built a living on doing work. If previously difficult, high skill work suddenly becomes low skill, this is economically threatening to the high skill workers. Key to me is that this is true of *all* work, independent of whether the work is drudgery or deeply fulfilling. Go automate an Amazon fulfillment center and the employees will not be thanking you.

There's also just the general threat of existing relationships not accounting for AI, in terms of, like, residuals or whatever.

Problem 3: Opacity

Basically all these AI products are extremely opaque. The companies building them are not at all transparent about the source of their data, how it is used, or how their tools work. Because they view the tools as things they own whose outputs reflect on their company, they mess with the outputs in order to attempt to ensure that the outputs don't reflect badly on their company.

These processes are opaque and not communicated clearly or accurately to end users; in fact, because AI text tools hallucinate, they will happily give you *fake* error messages if you ask why they returned an error.

There's been allegations that Mid journey and Open AI don't comply with European data protection laws, as well.

There is something that does bother me, too, about the use of big data as a profit center. I don't think it's a copyright or theft issue, but it is a fact that these companies are using public data to make a lot of money while being extremely closed off about how exactly they do that. I'm not a huge fan of the closed source model for this stuff when it is so heavily dependent on public data.

Problem 4: Environmental maybe? Related to problem 3, it's just not too clear what kind of impact all this AI stuff is having in terms of power costs. Honestly it all kind of does something, so I'm not hugely concerned, but I do kind of privately think that in the not too distant future a lot of these companies will stop spending money on enormous server farms just so that internet randos can try to get Chat-GPT to write porn.

Problem 5: They kind of don't work

Text programs frequently make stuff up. Actually, a friend pointed out to me that, in pulp scifi, robots will often say something like, "There is an 80% chance the guards will spot you!"

If you point one of those AI assistants at something, and ask them what it is, a lot of times they just confidently say the wrong thing. This same friend pointed out that, under the hood, the image recognition software is working with probabilities. But I saw lots of videos of the Rabbit AI assistant thing confidently being completely wrong about what it was looking at.

Chat-GPT hallucinates. Image generators are unable to consistently produce the same character and it's actually pretty difficult and unintuitive to produce a specific image, rather than a generic one.

This may be fixed in the near future or it might not, I have no idea.

Problem 6: Kinetic sameness.

One of the subtle changes of the last century is that more and more of what we do in life is look at a screen, while either sitting or standing, and making a series of small hand gestures. The process of writing, of producing an image, of getting from place to place are converging on a single physical act. As Marshall Macluhan pointed out, driving a car is very similar to watching TV, and making a movie is now very similar, as a set of physical movements, to watching one.

There is something vaguely unsatisfying about this.

Related, perhaps only in the sense of being extremely vague, is a sense that we may soon be mediating all, or at least many, of our conversations through AI tools. Have it punch up that email when you're too tired to write clearly. There is something I find disturbing about the idea of communication being constantly edited and punched up by a series of unrelated middlemen, *especially* in the current climate, where said middlemen are large impersonal monopolies who are dedicated to opaque, user hostile practices.

Given all of the above, it is baffling and sometimes infuriating to me that the two most popular arguments against AI boil down to "Transformative works are theft and we need to restrict fair use even more!" and "It's bad to use technology to make art, technology is only for boring things!"

#ai

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I Didn’t Mean to Say I Do, but I Do. I Do. 29

Chapter 29 out of 50

Secret marriage of convenience buddie slow burn AU, where Buck and Eddie have been married for years so Buck could adopt Chris and no one at the 118 knows.

In this chapter, the 118 is forced to deal with Interim Captain Han, as well as a domestic terrorist. Eddie specifically has to deal with both, on top of his worried mother. Then his world is rocked as an explosion pins Buck down, his life hanging in the balance.

On AO3.

Ship: Buddie (slow burn)

Warnings: emotionally abusive parents, injury, minor character death mention, near death experience

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Chapter 29: A Hit Close to Home

After the upheaval of Doug, everything has slowly been going back to normal. Maddie is living in her apartment by herself and going into work while having a normal social life. Chimney is back to work with all his stitches out and his normal jokes.

The one big thing, both Eddie and Buck missed. Everyone had been taken into custody over a bank robbery that occurred on the night both of them had taken off to go to parent-teacher night. If Buck was honest, he was kind of sad he missed it, because a bank robbery is kind of cool, but Eddie rightfully pointed out that having police invade their home and question them about their private life would have been bad, so he considers himself lucky.

And he considers himself doubly lucky when the whole thing causes Bobby to be suspended for what they found. He and Eddie wouldn’t have fared better under the magnifying glass and the fact that they barely managed to get off scot free feels like a reminder from the universe that it can explode in their face at any moment.

On top of that, Chimney is the most horrible Interim Captain. After that first shift, he and Eddie get in the car and sit there silently for a second, just staring out the front window. When a few seconds of silence have passed, Buck tentatively says: “Was it just me or was that…”

“…Excessively horrible?” Eddie finishes when he trails off.

“Uh, yeah,” Buck snorts.

“It totally was. Bobby needs to come back, right now. I think I will have to accidentally break a leg or something to get away from him if this last any longer,” Eddie says, sounding almost panicked.

Buck completely agrees, but he can’t help, but laugh at how horrified Eddie sounds at the idea of having Chim as their Captain for longer. He snorts: “Please don’t get injured, I’ll have to listen to you being grumpy about it, but I get the sentiment.”

“Hey, I’m not grumpy,” Eddie squawks.

Buck can only raise a brow at him in reply.

“Oh shut up,” Eddie pouts, before prodding him. “And start driving, otherwise Chim might spot us and make us do gear inspections.”

“We’re off the clock,” Buck points out, even when he does as told.

“I don’t think he cares.”

The next shift isn’t much better and when they’re home for their day off, feeling beat from the work day with Chimney and frustrated with their lack of Captain, Buck suddenly gets up and says: “I’m going to talk to Bobby, see if there is anything we can do. This can’t go on.”

“Smart plan,” Eddie says immediately getting up. “I’ll come too.”

“No, no, we need to play it smart,” Buck says, looking around before grabbing a blank piece of paper, which is part of Chris’s drawing stack, and one of his colorful markers. He writes as he talks: “I don’t know if there is anything we can do, but Bobby is probably doing nothing. Now, I think that if we all show up independently and complain – I mean, we can definitely get Hen in on this, maybe some of the others – then Bobby will feel an urgency and…”

Buck continues to plan the demise of Captain Han as Eddie watches fondly. He’s pretty sure planner Evan is what Hen and Chimney refer to as Clipboard Buck. He hasn’t met that version of him at work yet, but he doesn’t get what the others complain about. Planner Evan is helpful and it’s dorky in a fun way. Very Buck. Eddie doesn’t mind him, he quite likes his company in fact.

So, he just listens along as Buck lays out a plan to get Bobby to push to be reinstated so that Captain Han can become their Chimney again.

Indeed over the following days, Eddie also makes his way over to Bobby’s house, even when he told Buck they couldn’t do anything, and he knows Buck talked Johnson and Kelly into it as well. Plus, Hen went on her own too.

It hasn’t worked yet, but they hold out hope and bitch about Chimney together in the meantime.

They answer to a call from a chocolate factory, which is an interesting call and Eddie can’t believe Chim called Bobby for that; a bombed porch, which is wild, they haven’t responded to anything that might need a bomb squad since Eddie’s first day; and a car crash where a woman dies, which Chimney seems to take harder than usual now that he’s responsible for it as Captain.

Despite how much they hate Captain Han, all of them are a little more subdued and obedient for the rest of the shift, feeling how Chimney sags under the weight.

Chimney is quieter all day too and he doesn’t speak to anyone when he leaves at the end. All of them automatically look at Hen after Chimney’s dejected back has disappeared into the parking lot. Hen gives them all a comforting look and says: “I’ll talk to him.”

None of them know what Hen said to him, but the next shift he’s more bearable and they all let out a sigh of relief.

However, with a tentative new balance in the workplace, there is still a threat outside of it. The porch bomb they answered isn’t the only one and it seems the whole of LA is in the grip of this terrorist. No one expects to be hit and LA is a big city, but him and Buck are both a little nervous regardless, a feeling that is seemingly shared by most people they run into, which is quite high given the nature of their job. They answer to a lot of false alarms.

The people in LA aren’t the only ones, who are worried. It’s a day or so after that second bomb went off, that his mom calls.

“Thank God you are alive,” she greets him.

“Mom, I texted you yesterday,” Eddie replies, a little confused. Sending Buck a look, who just frowns back. They’d been doing their taxes, a chore they had been putting off, when the phone went, so he’s across from Eddie, piles of paper still between them.

“And anything could have happened in that time,” Helena tells him. “I want to speak to Chris, know that he’s okay.”

“Chris is at school. It’s Wednesday.”

“You let him go to school! With a maniac planting bombs on the lose?”

“All the attacks have been residential buildings so far. Homes. He’s safer at school than here when you think about it,” Eddie says, trying to be patient.

“He’s not safe anywhere in that city. You never should have moved there,” Helena berates him.

Eddie knows Buck can hear her just fine with the volume she’s speaking at, even when she isn’t on speaker. So, he makes eye contact and makes a frustrated expression as makes a choking something gesture with his free hand. Being so far from them for so long, makes it easier to be upset.

Buck snorts softly, before holding out his hand with a cocked head, asking if Eddie needs him to take over.

He shakes his head no, before he answers: “Mom, you know you’re overreacting. You’re not calling tía Pepa to tell her to uproot her life and move back, are you?”

“She’s not my child. And she’s an adult.”

“I’m an adult,” Eddie reminds her.

Helena makes a bristling sound, as if she finds that notion ridiculous. “You’re barely twenty-seven, you’re still practically a baby.”

“No, I’m already twenty-seven, I’ve been an adult for nearly a decade. Just because you don’t treat me like one, doesn’t mean you’re right. I can make decisions for myself just fine.”

“And what about Christopher, huh?” his mom switches gears when her first plan of attack doesn’t work. “If you want to be a man so bad, then what about your son? Is it the responsible thing to do to stay in a city where there is a terrorist running around?”

Eddie blood boils and he walks out of the room to take the arguing away from Buck, sending him a short look to communicate he shouldn’t follow as he retreats to his room. Already on the walk there, he’s snapping: “It’s nothing to move over. Everywhere dangerous things can happen. Didn’t you have a tornado warning there just last week?”

“That’s just the weather, not someone with bombs! And it turned out to be nothing.”

“This might also turn out to be nothing.”

“It’s a bomb, not a cloud, Edmundo. You’re not stupid, you know it’s not the same. Move back, El Paso has fires too.”

“I can’t just move back, mom,” Eddie says hotly. “It’s not that simple, I’m still a probationary firefighter. I’m so close to earning my shield. You want me to just throw away the last year of my life?”

His mom is silent and that is almost more telling than her words. Eddie lets out a sigh, shoulders dropping from a defensive stance to a defeated sag. “Right, of course. That’s exactly what you want me to do.”

“Don’t be so dramatic. We just want to be in Chris’s life, see him grow up. Safe. You’re paying for help we could provide for free, allow you to save up, give Chris a better life.”

“I won’t uproot him again.”

He hates how his mom can always make him feel like a kid again, like she’s talking down on him, because she knows better and he’s just too young to understand that yet. “Christopher hasn’t been there long enough to put down roots. He spend the first six years of his life in El Paso, with us for a large part.” She says it gently, as if she is explaining something he doesn’t want to hear, but should comprehend.

Angrily, Eddie says: “He spend most of his time when he wasn’t with me with Buck and his mother, actually. And he’s still here with his parents. Where he should be. It’s what’s best for Christopher and he has plenty of roots here. He loves his school, loves this house and loves Carla. I’m not taking that from him, because you’re irrationally scared.”

“It’s not irrational to be scared of a bomber,” she retorts, equally hot headed. All the gentle condescending from early gone in the face of anger.

“It is and you know it. Now, I’m going to hang up and you can call when you actually want to talk instead of fight.” With that he does hang up as fast as he can, before she can reply. He doesn’t pick up when she immediately calls back and ignores the messages that start to come in as he returns to the kitchen, falling into the chair across from Buck with a sigh.

“Rough call?” he grimaces sympathetically.

“You know how she can get. Wants us to move back,” Eddie rolls his eyes, then amends: “Well, she wants Chris to move back, pretty sure the two of us can sink into the shit for all she cares. I mean, don’t you know how irresponsible we are for letting Chris live in the same city as a bomber?”

“Jikes,” Buck hisses at his impression of his mom.

“I know right,” Eddie sighs, sinking over their taxes. He sulks for a second, before taking a breath as he sits back up. “Let’s just do our taxes. Captain Han can still restart his reign of terror and I’d like to get this over with before he sucks out all my energy.”

Buck gets the memo to move on, because Eddie doesn’t want to talk about it, grinning: “Once Bobby is back, we’ll joke about the terrible regime of dictator Han.”

“Bobby isn’t back yet,” Eddie says mock-pointedly, tone showing that he won’t be joking about it until their actual Captain is safely reinstalled.

The dramatics of it all make Buck laugh as he turns back to the paperwork, the rest of the day passing in peace.

That night Eddie does call his mom back so they can talk to Chris. He is still incredibly frustrated with her, but he doesn’t want his mom to actually worry and he will always still love her, even when they make him want to punch something. Though, he only hands over the phone when she promises she won’t talk about the bombings or moving back to El Paso, hovering visibly in the background to ensure she keeps it, since she video calls when it’s Chris.

Luckily for them, she keeps it civil and Chimney doesn’t restart terrorizing them. So, the following days, their shifts and life continue as normal.

The normal they’ve been enjoying gets ruined when dispatch crackles over the radio: “118, 118, this is dispatch. Got Bobby Nash on the line, he says it’s important.”

All of them frown in confusion, sharing looks. It’s not normal for a suspended Captain to suddenly appear on official channels that are reserved for first responders. Whatever must have happened, must certainly be something, but none of them have any idea what it might be.

“Wait, what?” Chimney says confused, picking up the radio to confirm: “Dispatch? Dispatch, please repeat.”

Before dispatch can ever repeat, there is a loud boom and fire flashes behind them. All of them instinctively duck down in their seats, before realizing it’s not them, quickly looking back.

The other engine is upturned. Burning.

Firefighters are lying everywhere, having been tossed around by the explosion.

Fuck, there was an explosion.

Buck.

Buck was in the other engine.

Eddie’s ears are still ringing and his hands suddenly feel numb as he watches firefighter figures move around without being able to identify any of them. He doesn’t panic, but he imagines if he did, it would feel something like this. It’s worse than that day in the restaurant when his papi told him to divorce Buck. Way worse. He could be dead.

He gasps, stumbling over himself as he clambers out of the rig. His shaking hands are something he’ll get under control when he gets to Buck. He just has to get to Buck first and then he can help. Do something. Anything.

A hand gripping the neck of his uniform stops him in his tracks and he whips his head around to glare at Hen. “What the fuck are you doing? Buck was on that engine. He could be hurt.”

“Look,” Hen says, her voice filled with indignant anger and frustration.

Eddie looks again. He’d been so focused on the figures on the floor, trying to read their turnouts to look for the name Buckley, that he hadn’t seen the figure that had appeared between them. The figure wearing a bomb jacket. Suddenly calling his mom irrational feels really ironic.

If Hen hadn’t stopped him, he would have stepped right into his line of sight. For now the rest of them are still hidden behind the other engine, ready to make a move. Eddie wants to make a move now, but he recognizes that whoever the kid with the bomb is, he’ll detonate it before he can get close. And that will definitely hurt Buck, if he isn’t hurt already.

It rubs him wrong to stand there idly as a parameter is set up by police and journalist flood the scene. However, he isn’t paying much attention to it, too focused on scanning the firefighters that are down so he can find Buck.

He can’t see clearly, because they’re all keeping their heads down, since they’re hostages, making them harder to identify. Not to mention the smoke clouding the view.

When he finally does, his breath catches. Buck is under the engine, his leg pinned and heavily injured. Probably a crush injury, those can be tricky, he thinks, hypovolemic shock or hyperkalemia. Fuck, he’s all alone there, with no one to help. Eddie is right there, but he’s fucking stuck, hiding behind the other engine. This is worse than being pinned next to a crashed helicopter, at least then he could act. At least then it wasn’t family.

They all hate it, he can tell Hen and Chim are getting frustrated too, but it’s as if his brain has shut off. All he can do is just stand there and look at Buck and try not to break down.

It’s unfair. It’s so fucking unfair. Buck has always been there, ready to jump in when Eddie needed help and now he needs help and Eddie can only stand there. Again. He hates it. He hates it so much.

“Dispatch, this is Captain 118. What is the play? I’ve got people dying in the street,” Chimney radios when nothing continues to happen.

Eddie flinches slightly at his words, unable to imagine a world where Buck doesn’t live. He already experienced how much it sucks when Buck couldn’t be there every hour, how bad would it be if Buck can’t be there for any hour?

“Hold your position, 118,” comes the reply and Eddie wants to go punch whoever is on the other side making that call.

Before Eddie can do something stupid – like rip the radio out of Chimney’s hand so he can curse out whoever is on their frequency – the bomber starts calling out: “Get me the Captain. Where is the Captain?” One of the firefighters starts to get away and the bomber threatens: “Hey, I told you not to move.”

Chimney is already walking before they can stop him. A part of Eddie is cheering inside, because finally something is happening, but he doesn’t want to see Chimney hurt either. He’s been hurt too often already. Still, if it’ll save Buck, he’ll support it.

“I’m the Captain,” he says, hands in the air to show surrender. “I’m the Captain, so please just let me help them, okay? Please.”

“No. No, I don’t want you. I want Captain Nash.”

Eddie finds himself closing his eyes and turning his face to the heavens. He can’t deal with this right now. He can’t deal with this not being good enough. Buck is whimpering in pain and he’s standing there, frozen, trying to stuff all the feelings back into the box, so they don’t overwhelm him, but every new development is testing him.

Then, as if summoned by his desperation, Bobby’s voice can be heard as he appears from between the fire. “Freddie.” Oh, so that’s the bomber’s name, how does Bobby know that?

“Thought you’d be on the truck,” Freddie, apparently, replies, angry at the news that he wasn’t.

It hits Eddie that Buck was in Bobby’s chair today, because of the suspension. Had that truck not broken, the heist wouldn’t have happened, Bobby wouldn’t have been suspended, and it would have been him, not Buck under that engine.

He thought they’d been lucky, to not have been there that day, but he would have taken being fired and unemployed at home, his parents proven right, over this.

“I’m here now. So, what’s next?” Bobby asks, coming closer, even with his hands raised. “It’s what you wanted.”

“Wanted you dead,” Freddie says and Eddie vindictively thinks, I want you dead.

“I get that, but what about them?” Bobby counters, keeping his cool and gesturing the other injured firefighters. Then he points at Buck and asks: “What about him?”

Eddie wants to scream ‘what are you doing? don’t bring attention to them, to Buck,’ but he stands there frozen as Freddie looks at Buck again.

Bobby continues: “He’s got parents, a sister, friends, people that rely on him. And he never did anything to you. He wasn’t even a firefighter when your father burned down that restaurant.”

It’s such a gross under-representation of who Buck is, of all the people that care about him. Of all the people he cares about. Sure, he has parents, but they suck, but he also is a parent. He’s one of the best goddamn parents Eddie knows. He’s a parent with Eddie. He’s his partner. His co-parent. His husband.

And yes, he knows it isn’t like that, but he longs to yell out that Buck is his fucking husband and this shithead needs to let him go right now, because he can’t do it without him. However, the words get stuck in his throat, the honesty of it too much for Eddie, though he isn’t able to pinpoint why through the despair.

“Collateral damage,” Freddie says, his cold tone cutting through Eddie’s disjointed, desperate thoughts. He knows that tone. That’s the tone of someone, who doesn’t care. Of someone, who has nothing left to lose. Of someone, who will let Buck die.

Without thought, he starts moving forward, ready to fight this Freddie character. He’s had enough, he can’t stand there anymore. He can’t. He needs to act, he needs to help Buck, he needs to punch something.

Hen’s arms appear around him, along with Kelly’s arms, the two of them working to keep him behind the engine as Bobby tries to talk more with Freddie. Eddie isn’t really paying attention to what is being said and he doesn’t know who the lady is. All he knows that at some point, Bobby manages to wrestle the bomber into submission until he can be taken into custody, and that they let him go the second he is.

Eddie is sprinting across the street immediately, sliding down next to Buck without a care for his scraped knees. He should be checking him over, but he can’t focus on anything, hands uselessly trying to push the engine off him.

He only realizes that is not going to help, when Hen drops down next to him, pushing medical equipment in his hands. Mechanically he starts to do what needs to be done, as Hen asks: “Buck, how’re we doing?”

“Kind of numb,” Buck says with a shaky, small voice. Eddie hates that voice.

“Just hang in there,” Eddie manages to push out of his throat. It doesn’t sound very convincing, but it is something. He needs to do something. He can’t just sit there uselessly. He needs to help. He turns the nob he used to turn when he was in the army, forcing himself to become a good little soldier, so he can make it through this.

As they’re working, he tries to distract Buck from what must be a great amount of pain. “You know when I said I would break a leg to get away from Captain Han’s reign of terror, I was joking, you know that right?”

“Fuck off.” It’s weak, but it’s there.

“You actually said that?” Hen asks, sounding amused.

“I wasn’t that bad,” Chimney interjects, before going back to yelling into the radio for backup.

He definitely was, but Eddie doesn’t find it that funny anymore right now. However, it keeps them all distracted as their meager back up files in to come help lift the engine of Buck’s foot.

Everyone seems to realize that Eddie isn’t moving away from Buck’s side. He has gripped his hand tight, even before everyone gets in position, ready to drag him out. Buck grips back equally tight and Eddie hopes that it’s a comfort, because it’s all he can give right now. All he can do to help, until this engine is off him.

But it’s not enough. Not enough people, not enough manpower. Eddie knows he will never forget the way Buck screams as he helplessly tugs at him, praying it will be enough. It has to be enough, but it isn’t

Desperate, he looks up at Bobby, probably looking a mess, eyes red with unshed tears. “Is there anything on the truck we can use for leverage?”

Bobby crushes any hope he has of getting Buck out sooner. “No, we need more people.”

Eddie wants to scream, bite into something and tear it out with his teeth or punch the ground until his knuckles bleed. But Buck is holding his hand. Buck needs him right now. So he stays right there and keeps holding his hand.

He doesn’t have it in himself to be touched by the bystanders, who come in to help. He is grateful to them for helping them get Buck out, but he can’t even think of them. Too focused on Buck, on his screams, on his tight grip on his hand.

Once he’s finally freed, Eddie is only in the way and they all know it, but Buck is still clinging to him and Eddie doesn’t really feel like letting go either. So, he stays attached by his side, sardonically thinking, in sickness and in health, right, as the others get Buck onto a backboard and lifted.

Without any discussion, Eddie goes into the ambulance. Hen and Chimney get in too, everyone knows that Eddie isn’t there as a paramedic right now. He’s the family of the victim. And he’s useless now that Buck is free. The box of stuffed away feelings is about to burst and it takes all his energy to keep it in.

Right now he really misses the normal they’d just returned back to.

A/N:

Eddie liking Clipboard Buck is my Roman Empire, I think it is so iconic of them that they indulge each other and love all the little things. Like, they’ll be a lover for the other, despite the haters <3

(also love that this is my endnote on the Buck explodes chapter lmao)

Also it’s not Shannon in my head, who died at the car crash, but wouldn’t it be fucked if she was and neither Buck nor Eddie saw her, so they just never know?

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