#it was the worst thing I’ve had to go through

[wosoloml]

— second chance || emily fox x reader

[ “I messed up by breaking up with you, because ever since then, I’ve been missing you everyday.” ]

summary: After having her heart broken by Emily, the reader decided to seize the opportunity for a fresh start in her career by moving to London. Little did she know, her worst nightmare wasi about to come true. But sometimes, nightmares have a way of transforming into the sweetest of dreams.

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wc: 1,744 words. | masterlist

warnings: fluff, mention of heartbreak, angst, secret flirtings, jealousy, happy end

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"There is no future for us. I need to leave," were the last words Emily said to me as she walked out of our apartment. Well, not our apartment anymore.

This was the last thing I expected when I came home after interviewing the local handball team, excited to share some amazing news I had received at work.

I walked in with the biggest smile on my face, and we both said at the same time, "I want to talk to you about something." Little did I know that by the end of the conversation, I’d be alone in what used to be our home.

Usually, I’m the one who shares big news first, but this time, I decided to let Emily go ahead. I thought she’d need time to process the fact that the Arsenal Football Club had offered me a position on their media team. Letting her start felt like the considerate thing to do.

What a mistake that turned out to be.

If I’m honest, I don’t even remember how I survived the first night. Curled up in my bed, crying my eyes out, and consumed by the question, "Why?"

Everything began a few years ago when we met at UNC. It started with a little crush on the athletic girl, stealing glances every time we passed each other in the hallway.

After months of back-and-forth and a lot of help from our friends Alessia and Lotte, we finally started dating. It was never easy, especially with football becoming such a big part of Emily’s life, but she always treated me like I was the girl of her dreams. I couldn’t have been happier.

Doing long-distance was a significant challenge for us. She signed her first professional contract with Racing Louisville FC, while I was just starting my first year at the sports journalism academy. But our love was always stronger—stronger than any distance or circumstances. We were supposed to be a team.

Everything became so much easier and better when she finally moved back after joining North Carolina Courage. It felt like the greatest relief.

For days after she told me she was coming back, I fell asleep and woke up with the biggest smile on my face.

Eleven months, two cats, and one apartment later, here I am—without anything. I lost the love of my life simply because she "needed to focus on her career."

We were a team, but now she preferred a solo performance.

She was even too cowardly to come here and pick up her things when I was home. The only message I got from her was:

"When does your shift start, so I know when to get my stuff?"

- EF

EF? Is she serious? We spent the last six years together, went through everything, and shared so many firsts. And the only thing she adds to her message are her initials?

It's pathetic.

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At 9:00, I arrived at the base camp of THE Arsenal Women's Football Club for this year's training camp in Spain.

It’s been a year and a half since I made the decision to start fresh and begin a new life. A year and a half since a certain American girl broke my heart. Coming to London was the best decision I ever made.

One of my closest friends from college is here with me. Without Lessi and Lotte’s support in those early months, I don't know where I'd be. I came to London with nothing but two cats and a suitcase. Now, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.

"Y/N!!" I heard a familiar voice shout my name. As I turned around, I saw my favorite defender.

"Lottee, my girl!" I grinned, my smile growing wider as I pulled her into a tight hug.

"How’s my favorite girl? Ready for today’s media day? The first one during training camp in Spain?"

She chuckled. "I can’t wait to get sunburned. You know my British skin isn’t used to that much sun."

As I followed Lotte to her first media date of the day, we passed the changing room, and I suddenly heard a familiar voice. My heart stopped. This can't be real. No, it's not real—maybe I just overheard something.

"What's up, Y/N?" Lotte immediately noticed the shift in my behavior, but I tried to play it cool.

"Nothing. I just thought I heard someone's voice, but that can't be real," I replied.

She nodded, but I could sense a slight change in her mood.

I’m just paranoid. That’s it, for sure.

"Y/N? Could you possibly anchor the 'First Day at Arsenal' segment with our new signing today? It's not public yet that she transferred to London, but we wanted to take advantage of our training camp in Spain to shoot some nice scenes," the media team leader said.

I looked at him, confused. "I didn't know we got a new signing."

"Really? Everyone knows that. Especially Alessia and Lotte Wubben-Moy—they already know her from previous teams. Funny, huh?"

No. I’m just paranoid again. I know it. This cant be happening.

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"Hey y/n".

That's it. That's the moment I’ve been scared of the whole day. No, scratch that—I've been scared of it for the last 18 months.

I haven’t heard her voice since that specific day she left me in our old apartment. I thought I’d be okay hearing my name from her lips again. God, was I wrong.

"Since when are you here?" I had to hold myself back from laughing at my own question. The first thing I asked her after she cut me out of her life was when she came to Arsenal. If someone had told me this morning that I’d say that, I would’ve laughed in their face.

"My plane from North Carolina landed this morning. It’s not official that I’ve transferred, but they decided spontaneously that I could join the girls here at camp already. I didn’t know you were working here, I promise. I would’ve told you about the transfer."

It’s over for me now. A small chuckle escaped my lips. "You would’ve told me? What would you have said to me? 'Hey, Y/N, by the way, I’m moving to the club where you work, after destroying your life a year and a half ago. Ready to ruin your new life too?' Because that’s what you’re doing right now. You’re destroying my new life. I came to London with nothing. But not with me, Emily. This time, you won’t take everything from me. This is my home."

I slightly shouted at her. She just stared at me. I’m done with her now. Turning around, I left.

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As the days pass, I have to admit that maybe I’m not completely over her.

It all began when we both became nervous around each other during the "First Day at Arsenal" segment, and it continued with secret touches on the beach and our eyes searching for each other in a room full of teammates and staff.

It’s been difficult to admit that I still get butterflies when she’s near, and that this chapter isn’t as closed as I once thought. Am I ready to let her in again? She hurt me in a way no one else ever has, and that’s something I’ll never forget. But I just miss her, that’s all. Nothing more... or is there more?

It was our last evening in Spain, and the entire staff and team went out for drinks at a local bar. This time, my mind wasn’t occupied by a certain brunette American.

Instead, it was an Irish defender who caught my attention.

It wasn’t the first time Katie McCabe and I had spent time together outside of work. I wouldn’t exactly call it flirting, but we always had a good time laughing together. She knows how to talk to a woman, and let’s just say she’s not hard on the eyes either, so it’s a win-win situation, isn’t it?

When Katie rested her hands on my waist, it was enough to set Emily off. She grabbed me by the arm and pulled me outside. I was too stunned by her actions to even react.

"Is she your new girl?" she asked, her voice sharp. I had to hide a smirk.

"What do you mean, Emily?"

"You heard me. Is Katie McCabe your new girlfriend?" I chuckled again, maybe a bit tipsy from the drinks Katie had bought for me.

"No."

Emily didn’t believe me. I could see it in her eyes.

"Then explain to me why you’re giggling at every statement she makes and why the hell are her hands allowed on your body?"

My face grew serious. "What’s this, Emily? Are you jealous of someone who’s just being friendly? You? The one who ended this relationship, if I may remind you?"

That was it. That was the boiling point for Emily.

"I messed up by breaking up with you, because ever since then, I’ve been missing you every single day," she shouted, her voice frantic. My eyes widened, and my heart melted at her words.

Without thinking, I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers.

"Finally!" Lotte and Alessia cheered from inside the bar. Finally.

The plane landed in London. Coming back home, my hands locked with the girl I’ve always loved. This is us now—forever.

[starfilmz]

THOROUGHFARE | UNSURE FEELINGS, DRUNKEN CALLS

⤷ A JJ MAYBANK SOCMED AU .ᐟ

──── you never expected that swapping socials with your call of duty duo would change your life — whether for better or worse, you're still not sure. friendships are made and something much more begins.

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a/n: chap 6 has been a bitch to post bc tumblr couldn’t handle it but VIOLA it has arrived. this chap became a mix of smau and written fic so we doin something here 🤔 ofc it’ll still be social media based do not fret, but i feel like these written ones are needed for this. not betaread obvs so mistakes are everywhere!! lmk your thoughts, expectations, or how u see this fic ending cuz it is soon 😝

john b stood up as soon as he heard the whirring sound of his best friend’s motorcycle. it came to a stop when he stepped out on the château’s porch, leaning against one of the posts with his arms crossed. jj looked disheveled and as much as he wanted to say “as per usual”, the boy walked towards the house as if he ran into several bushes on the way.

he had a frown on his face as he faced john b. “i don’t know what do,” he finally spoke, his expression morphing that tells john b he didn’t want to admit to that. “long distance relationships are weird and, i’ve experienced worst that weird, man, you and i both know that and i—“

“alright, calm down,” john b grabbed the boy’s shoulder before he could go on another self-destructive tangent. “let’s talk about this, okay? pope said he’s on his way with beers.”

jj sighed, running a hand through his blonde hair. “it feels unfair for her that i’m making a big deal about this. it’s the whole rafe thing again! honestly, i genuinely think i overreacted.” he sat on the closest couch on the porch with furrowed eyebrows.

john b followed him, an amused expression on his face. jj noticed this, raising his eyebrows at the boy. “what’s so funny?”

he shook his head, his curls falling slightly to his side as he looked at jj. “when’s the last time you acted this way towards a girl?”

“oh, don’t start, jb.”

“i’m sorry, okay? look, you don’t need to be thinking this hard, man, alright?” the boy chuckled, patting his friend firmly on the back. “yn’s a good person, i can tell, and…” john b looked around as if anyone else but the two of them were around. he leaned closer towards jj, who didn’t think twice to do the same.

“from what i’ve read from sar’s phone, yn’s just crazy for you.”

this changed jj’s solemn expression into a mixture of lovesick, curiosity, and excitement. “i mean, that’s natural, right? she agreed to be my girlfriend so it’s natural for her to like me.” his words sounded defensive which made john b’s eyebrows rose.

“what i’m trying to say, jj, you don’t have to freak out just because you don’t know who’s around her. long distance is weird, i agree, but are you going to be like this every time she hangs out with people you don’t know?”

jj lowered his eyes, a tiny wave of shame washing over him. “no.”

“right, and i’m not trying to say don’t be jealous— you can’t help it, you like the girl,” john b held one of the blonde’s shoulder. “and if i were to give you an advice, man to man, thinking in your shoes, if you find long distance so much, why don’t you do something about it?”

jj looked up at john b, confusion etched all over his face. “what are you—“ and as if something clicked in his mind, john b nodded, confirming his thoughts. “isn’t it too soon?”

“what’s too soon?” both boys visibly flinched as pope made his presence known, beer bottles in hand. “i had to swipe this from my dad’s stack so you guys better fill me in.”

you couldn’t help the smile at john b’s story, giving it a heart as scrolled off the app. you would send a response, something about not leaving him in the streets because you guys still have a game session planned tomorrow, but you decided not to.

they were probably still at the boneyard, a place where they usually throw their parties as you’ve learned previously from jj, and they’ve shared enough stories about those to let you know those parties don’t end easily.

you sighed, sliding further into your bed as you hugged your pillow. was it silly to feel the way you do now?

you aren’t ready to fly out to see the boy you’ve been dying to see, but you want to, and you tell yourself you’re okay seeing them have fun, but as you stare deeper into your bedroom wall, you’re beginning to doubt that.

you took a deep breath, closing your eyes in an attempt to sleep and brush off your thoughts, but as soon as you do, your phone rang beside you. you moved the pillow and raised your phone, seeing jj’s profile picture and username across your screen.

jj was calling you.

you sat up, answering the phone, and placed it on your ear. loud music greeted your first, along with voices you’re not familiar with.

“—you can’t just leave her like that, jayj!” a girl harshly whispered against the speaker and it made you think she was either kiara, cleo, or sarah.

“hello?” you finally spoke, and when you did, everyone on the other side seemed to quiet down. you heard some kind of harsh slap, along with a small ‘ow!’. you didn’t recognize the rest of the voice before, but you were definitely aware someone had slapped jj.

“jj? you there?” you called once more, tone lighter in amusement. “i’m gonna hang up on you if you don’t talk.”

that seemed to catch the boy’s attention as he began sputtering away. “no, no, don’t, hello! look, i’m sorry, i’m being peer pressed right now—“

“don’t say that!” a deeper voice interrupted him.

“—and i just wanted to hear your voice…” from the way jj was talking, you could tell he was drunk, though you did believe that slap before sobered him up a bit. “i missed you, yn.”

“it’s only been a day a whole, jj,” you chuckled, leaning against your pillows. despite your answer, you couldn’t help but feel the same way. “but i missed you too, jay.”

“i’ve been building up the courage to call you all night and, i don’t know, i just wanted to hear from you before my lights go out,” jj laughed at his own words, a drunken expression all over his face you imagined.

“build up the courage? i’m your girlfriend, jay, you could call me whenever you want.” you answered, a small smile on your face.

there was a beat of silence from him and you thought it was a sign that he’s close to getting conked out, but his next words proved otherwise.

“can you say that again?” he whispered, almost like he’s hiding, which was most likely from his eavesdropping friends. “about the girlfriend thing, please?”

you hummed a playful tone, the instinct to tease jj was strong and it almost won if it weren’t the way your cheeks heated up at his voice, the way he sounded so soft and near the phone as if he was saying it directly in your ear.

“i’m your girlfriend, jj maybank. you happy?” you had to roll your eyes despite no one being with you hearing your sappy voice and attitude, anything to keep the butterflies in your stomach at bay.

“so happy, you don’t even know, baby,” the nickname came to you as a shock, but it didn’t felt wring hearing it from jj. if anything, you wanted to make him say it again. “i’m just so— oh my god, so happy. i’m your boyfriend, you’re my girlfriend— oh, bliss!”

you couldn’t help the laugh that bursted from you as jj’s voice doubled in volume. “i have a girlfriend! and she really likes me!” jj’s speaker managed to get the sound of what sounded like a crowd cheering at his embarrassing announcement, making you chuckle even further.

“alright, hands off the phone, okay— john b, take him, please? before he announces more details about yn?” another voice took over the call, and by the way the boy, who you now know is john b, responded with a ‘yes, ma’am’, you assumed it was sarah who came to the rescue.

“hey, sarah,” you greeted her. “having fun?”

“oh, we are, but no so much for jj tomorrow.”

“i can imagine, you’d think he’ll be able to live with that?” you joked.

“babe, he has no choice,” sarah responded with a laugh. “but for now, john b’s taking him back to the château to properly conk out.”

“that’s good to hear.”

“so,” she started and you already picked up the teasing tone in her voice.

“so?” you chuckled, amused at her.

“still unsure of visiting your hopeless boyfriend? was his very public and loud declaration of love for you enough?”

you hugged the nearest pillow, a warm smile spreading across your face. you felt a lot more at ease and mind solely focused on jj. “it’s enough.”

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saving the world | peter maximoff

・❥・summary: when the weirdo at the coffee shop turns out to be a superhero ・❥・warnings: none! ・❥・word count: 1k ・❥・authors note: if you saw this posted earlier no you didnt (i messed it up) 😭 but first peter fic of the year lets go!!

The delicious smell of coffee invaded your senses the second you stepped foot into the small little coffee shop you worked at. The morning shift was your least favourite but at least your co-worker always seemed to arrive early enough to get the coffee brewing. It was another task you could tick off your schedule for the day. As you made your way to the back to grab your apron, you noticed the head of silver hair that you’d seen around lately. He was hunched over, flipping pages on some comic book. You guessed he just enjoyed the place — coffee shops always seemed to have the best kind of vibes.

However, as the day went on, he stayed put flipping through the comic book that never seemed to end until you noticed there was a stack of them on the table now. He hadn’t left so did he bring that many with him? Was he really spending his day sitting in a coffee shop? Whispering to your co-worker to take over the cash register, you headed over to the silver haired boy, pot of coffee in your hand.

“Want a drink or anything?” You asked, holding up the coffee in a gesture. “It is a coffee shop after all.”

“No, thanks,” he shook his head, offering you a small smile.

“Okaaaay.” You’d just turned around to go back to the counter when you heard him call out for you again. You span on your heels, turning back around to face him.

“Do you work here everyday?” He peered over the top of the current comic book he was reading, brown eyes meeting yours. “I mean, I’ve been here every day this week and I feel like you’re on every shift.”

You sighed. “Got to make money somehow, huh? What about you? Don’t you have a job? Or do you just like spending all your time at a coffee shop doing nothing?”

“I save the world and stuff, no biggie.”

“Yeah, okay.”

With a laugh, thinking this man was crazy, you headed back to the counter. It was always the cute guys that ended up being a little weird. Unfortunate, really, because he was cute. The silver hair, the deep brown eyes – he had a unique look, one that you were sure had most people swooning. That included you. Too bad he seemed like he was crazy. Saving the world? Maybe in his little delusional brain.

A couple of weeks passed and he was in every day. You’d found out through another brief conversation with him again that his name was Peter. He always seemed willing to talk, like he was surprised that someone actually wanted to talk to him. In fact, he often struck up conversation with you as you worked. It was nice, actually. Maybe he was a weirdo but he seemed sweet. The only problem was that now you were starting to think about him when you were at home. As you’d sit on the couch watching your favourite show, you’d think about whether Peter would like it or not, making a note to ask him. Or finding new songs to share with him. You’d found out he was a big music fan – he’d even brought you a mixtape one day full of all his favourite artists. It had become your favourite thing to listen to.

As you walked into work one day, your heart sank when you noticed Peter wasn’t sat in usual seat. The day progressed and he still hadn’t shown up. Anxiety gripped you, your brain automatically thinking the worst. Something must have happened to him. Why else wasn’t he here? Unless he’d found somewhere else to occupy his time. The thought alone made your heart ache. Damnit, you’d really started to fall for this weirdo who sat in your coffee shop all day.

The sound of the TV in the corner drew your attention, a news piece about the latest disaster in town. Something about how the X-Men had saved the day. You were about to turn away when you saw that familiar head of silver hair on the TV donned in one of the infamous X-Men suits. You blinked, confusion etched all over your features until it dawned on you, his words from weeks ago echoing in your mind. 

I save the world and stuff, no biggie.

He really hadn’t been lying. All this time you’d thought he was just pulling your leg but turns out he really was out saving the world. He was part of the friggin’ X-Men. How hadn't you put that together? He must be a new addition to the team or you hadn’t been paying enough attention lately.

A gust of wind blew the door open and before you could even process it, Peter was stood in front of you, his hair a windswept mess as his gloved hands pulled the goggles over his eyes onto his head. “I’m so sorry I’m late. Was busy….”

“....saving the world and stuff?” You cut him off, a smile tugging at your lips. He grinned, pointing his finger at you jokingly. 

“Didn’t believe me, did ya? I’d never tell a lie to a pretty thing like yourself.”

“Shutup.”

“Ha! Made you blush. So, hey, you think you could get me a coffee? I’m pretty spent.”

His request took you off guard for a moment. He never requested a drink so it took a moment for your brain to process it. “Uh, yeah…”

“While you’re at it, take your break and have a coffee with me. I was going to ask you on a date today but with all of that stuff happening, didn’t really go as planned so… why not just make it happen now, huh?” He folded his arms across his chest, his lips upturned in a cocky grin. He was so damn confident that you were going to join him and… he was right.

You called to your co-worker that you were taking your break, throwing your apron off and into the back. A first date at your work place wasn’t ideal but nothing about Peter seemed normal anyway. In fact, it seemed perfect.

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[ilikekidsshows]

did you see the spoilers for ml season 6 where there’s a new girl with a prosthetic leg and that leg ends up broken and marinette’s involved somehow? honestly i’m gonna give marinette the benefit of the doubt for now and just assume this is either a huge misunderstanding/accident or extremely misleading spoiler just because this is a serious thing, like I was super disappointed with how her character’s written in season 4 and 5 but I just don’t want to believe the writers would come up with something like this when this would easily be one of the worst things she’s ever done (if she’s actually responsible). I saw the spoiler on TikTok and there’s several explanations I’ve seen in the comments:

the new girl (idr her name) is lila/cerise in disguise and she wants to ruin marinette’s reputation (iirc the writers said she’s nice and not a villain but maybe they just don’t want to spoil the plot for obvious reasons)

marinette didn’t have bad intentions/it was an accident/misunderstanding/spoilers are too misleading/not enough information yet

and my least favorite explanation…the new girl was trying to get with adrien (some fans are saying this to say this is all part of her scheme to get adrien to break up with marinette and date her instead but some are saying this to justify marinette if she was actually at fault for this)

I think my main concern is how the writers are going to address this. What if they try to justify it if marinette really was at fault? Or what if it’s all a misunderstanding but then they put the new girl to the side to focus on how sad this is for marinette? Are they going to be able to address this in a way that doesn’t come across as ableist while also not making their protagonist look like a bad person? What do you think?

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I just saw the leak, but at first I couldn't find it, so I’d already written a response before that, so here's me describing the possible nightmare scenarios before the writers proved me right about their priorities:

Like, hot take, but it doesn’t matter what the new girl is doing, messing with her mobility aid would still be absolutely unforgivable. Even if it’s Lila in disguise, Marinette has already exhibited so much ableism in trying to prove her disabilities aren’t real that I would just say that the writers shouldn’t be allowed to as much as mention any disability ever again. “A person claiming they’re disabled could be lying to get special considerations, so make sure to check any claims of disability, no matter how awful you come across for doing it,” is not a lesson that has any place in a children’s cartoon, even accidentally. And that’s exactly what any scenario with a girl faking a disability / using their disability to get closer to Adrien would entail as well, the idea that we should be suspicious of disabled people trying to “cheat” their way to things that “belong” to us.

But, like, even if it actually is going to be aiming to be an actual lesson in disabilities where it’s all a misunderstanding/mistake, the thing is that, lately, I’ve been looking back at the “lessons” in this show, even in the earlier seasons, and I just don’t have faith in these writers’ ability to deliver any kind of moral to kids in a consistent way, unless they’re going to have a character directly talk to the screen to explain what the moral is.

Let’s use ‘The Mime’ as an example. The scenario in this episode is that Marinette, through her clumsiness, deletes the most important video Alya had filmed so far, and then spends the rest of the episode trying to recreate the video in order to cover up for her mistake. In the end, it turns out there was no problem because Alya had already saved a copy of the video because she expected something like Marinette deleting it to happen, so she was never even mad or disappointed, but Marinette still sets up Alya to get a one-on-one interview with Ladybug. What did Marinette learn in this episode exactly?

The most good faith interpretation of the episode is that the point is that you own up and make up for your mistakes, hence Marinette setting Alya up to get an interview with Ladybug. But this message is muddled up by the fact that, even before the retool, the writers didn’t want Marinette suffering any real consequences for messing up, or to show her messing up in a way that couldn’t be “fixed”, so the video was actually safe and no irreparable damage was done. Alya had foreseen that Marinette would mess up and planned accordingly. This takes the wind out of the sails of the lesson because of course Marinette would do something nice for Alya, who’s such a considerate friend who never gets mad at her and plans around Marinette’s flaws. It’s a pretty different thing to go out of your way to apologise or make things up to someone who is actually mad at you for a good reason, and it requires a lot more courage. The situation in ‘The Mime’ is the easiest version of this situation imaginable for Marinette, but completely unrealistic for anyone facing this kind of situation in real life.

So, with this kind of previous showing back when I still had faith in this show, how would I expect them to deal with Marinette accidentally messing with someone’s mobility aid post-retool? I’d expect a lot of focus on how upsette Marinette is, because that’s the show’s number one priority outside of the love quest, with the show going out of it’s way to make it very clear that Marinette didn’t mean to, she feels really bad about it and she’s scared of how the new girl will react. At the end of the episode she would gather her courage and face the music, and it turns out the new girl was actually getting a new mobility aid that very same day and she wouldn’t have needed the old one any longer anyway. And then Marinette will maybe make some gesture of friendship that the new girl gladly accepts, no hard feelings. Any normal person would still be pissed about their expensive mobility aid being messed with, but the writers of this show never have characters react normally when the normal thing to do is not instantly forgive Marinette. So this scenario would be making things easy for Marinette, but completely unrealistic for the viewing audience.

Simply put, I really, really really hope the sneak preview is purposefully misleading, as they tend to be, and the crew doesn’t try to tackle the topic of physical disabilities with their tendency to favor the perspective of their coddled, able-bodied protagonist.

—

After seeing the leak:

So, like, fucking hell, way to further sully the idea that Marinette ever took her job as Ladybug seriously. Just to make herself look like the victim when she’s caught stalking someone (something she insisted last season she’d stopped doing), she goes so far as faking being Akumatized, transforming into Ladybug and jumping right in the middle of the field, of this girl's path, to scream about an Akuma attack. Like, the reveal that Sublime knew there was actually no Akuma and that Tomoe apparently made the leg less sturdy on purpose doesn’t make it better when Marinette got Sublime slippery and then startled her enough to make her slip. People break perfectly fine legs from slipping, it's why anti-skid devices sell so well in winter. All of this being an accident doesn’t make it okay, and Marinette sure as hell didn’t have anything close to those “good intentions” her stans love to attribute to her.

But, of course, her victim is going to be a perfect flawless angel who wasn't even upset about the stalking, instead defending Marinette to Ladybug, just in case saying: “this girl I know pretended to be Akumatized because she was caught stalking me” might make Marinette look bad to the audience. She also instantly reassures Ladybug, the one who actually caused her to slip, who hasn't done anything more than stare at her slack-jawed, because god forbid anyone ever say anything about Marinette that isn't validation or praise while she's too busy freaking out about herself.

Like, Marinette causes Sublime to break her leg, and we instantly see the victim in this situation go: “I’m okay, I’m not hurt”, while Marinette just stands there having her personal little panic attack. Like, a girl lost her leg, and the writers still try to sell Marinette as the injured party by having the victim insist she's okay while Marinette is having another one of her manipulative, please-feel-sorry-for-me-audience emotional breakdowns. The writers seriously made Marinette’s victim prioritize reassuring her over anything else.

I knew the writers were going to have Marinette be instantly forgiven, but I wasn’t expecting it to be so instant that she didn’t even get to finish processing her fuck-up. Or to go so out of their way to make Marinette seem less at fault because, like, Tomoe messing with the leg on purpose isn't a villain scheme, it was just to make Marinette look better in comparison.

The writers have this ability where, when I write down what I think would be a very likely way for one of their stories to go very badly, they do just that while still managing to make it worse.

[littlelamy]

Incoming letter from Pope 💌

Hey,

Alright, I’m just gonna get straight to the point because I really hate beating around the bush. I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, and honestly, it’s been bugging me for longer than I care to admit. So, here it goes—how would you feel about going on a date with me?

Look, I know what you’re probably thinking. Pope Heyward? The guy who’s always got his head in the books, who tends to overthink everything, and doesn’t exactly have the greatest track record when it comes to... well, talking to people. Yeah, I get it. I know I’m not the most obvious guy to ask someone out, and maybe that’s why I’ve been holding back, but here’s the thing—life’s too short to keep waiting for the “perfect” moment. It’s not like I have some kind of flawless game plan for this. I don’t have some elaborate speech planned out, and I definitely didn’t rehearse this in front of a mirror or anything... no, I swear I didn’t do that. But I guess what I’m trying to say is, I think you’re worth the shot.

You know, sometimes people don’t see things right in front of them, and they’re too busy focusing on other crap. You’d think that after all the crazy stuff I’ve been through, I’d have a better handle on this, but no—this whole asking you out thing? It’s messing with my head, and that’s saying something because I like to think I’ve got a pretty solid grip on things. But I don’t know, there’s just something about you that makes me want to take that leap. And maybe it’s stupid, but I’m willing to risk it. I mean, what’s the worst that can happen? You say no? Okay, cool. At least I’ll know. But, if you say yes? Well, that’s when things could really get interesting.

I’m not trying to pretend like I’m some smooth talker. Hell, I’d probably say something awkward and stumble over my words. It’s just who I am, you know? I mean, I could try to come up with some clever way to ask you out—say something profound, maybe even try to charm you—but the truth is, I don’t have any fancy lines. So, I’m just gonna be honest and say that I’d really love to take you out sometime. No gimmicks, no act. Just me, you, maybe some pizza, and hopefully a decent conversation. Sound like something worth trying?

I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I kind of suck at putting myself out there. I mean, I’ve had some opportunities before, and I’ve kind of just... let them slip by. Part of me feels like I should’ve just asked earlier. I know I should’ve, but then I get caught up in overthinking and second-guessing myself. I mean, I do it all the time. I think I’ve spent way too much time imagining different scenarios in my head, so much that I’ve worked myself into a nervous wreck even thinking about it. But here’s the thing: I’m not getting any younger, and I sure as hell don’t want to look back and regret not giving this a shot. So, here I am, hoping you’ll just give me a chance to prove I’m worth it. You’ve got nothing to lose, right?

Now, I know what you might be thinking—what makes me think I’m the right person to ask you out? And honestly, I get it. But I’ve been around enough to know what I want, and what I want right now is to get to know you better. Sure, we’ve hung out here and there, and yeah, I’ve probably made a fool of myself a few times already. But here’s the thing—I’m not perfect, and I don’t expect you to be either. We all have our flaws, and I think we could really learn a lot from each other.

So, I’m just gonna put it out there. I’m not trying to force anything or rush you into a decision. Hell, you don’t even have to give me an answer right away. But just think about it, alright? Maybe you could give me a shot to show you what I’m about. We could do something simple, like grab a drink or check out that new restaurant you mentioned. Nothing too crazy. Maybe I’ll even let you pick where we go. I promise, I won’t drag you into a weird, over-the-top date that makes you want to bolt for the door. I mean, I’ll try my best not to, anyway.

But hey, I don’t know. Maybe I’m just crazy for thinking you’d want to go out with me, or maybe you’re sitting there wondering if this whole thing is just some weird joke. It’s not, though. This is real, and I’m not messing around. I’m honestly trying to put myself out there and take a chance because I think you’re amazing. So, that’s where I’m at.

If you say yes, then great. I’ll probably be a little nervous (okay, a lot nervous), but I promise I’ll do my best to make it worth your time. If you say no... well, I’ll respect that. But I’ll still be glad I asked. I won’t hold it against you, and I’m not going to be awkward or weird about it, I swear. I’m just trying to do something that feels right, even if it’s a little terrifying.

Anyway, I don’t want to drag this out too much longer. You probably get the gist of it by now. I’m asking you out because I think you’re worth it, and I’d like to see where things could go. No pressure, though. Just... think about it.

So, what do you say? Want to go grab some pizza with me sometime?

Pope

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[w0menaresuperi0r]

Unbroken Chains

Fred Weasley x reader

1.5K words

This is an angst, Fred survived the war because my baby boy didn’t deserve that fate. Reader gets kidnapped and tortured by Bellatrix Lestrange and is kinda very traumatized. But enjoy this one y’all, love you all munchkin’s!

When he came to, the faces of his family hovered above him, tears of relief staining their cheeks. He could still feel the tight embrace of his mother, the crushing grip of George’s arms around him. The Weasleys had already lost so much—Fred’s survival felt like a small piece of light in the darkness. But amidst their relief, one thought consumed Fred entirely: you.

You hadn’t been seen since the chaos erupted. The last time Fred had glimpsed you was during the final clash in the Great Hall, your wand flashing as you dueled a masked Death Eater. When Voldemort fell, Fred searched desperately through the castle, screaming your name until his throat burned. But you were nowhere to be found.

He didn’t allow himself to think the worst. You were resourceful, clever, brave—qualities he loved about you. Surely, you had escaped. Surely, you were safe. But as the hours passed without word, the knot of fear in his chest tightened into a crushing weight.

The sun had barely set when an ominous crack of Apparition echoed through the Burrow’s garden. Fred was at the kitchen table, his head in his hands, when the sound jolted him to his feet. His wand was in his hand in an instant, his heart pounding as he and the rest of his family rushed to the door.

What they found outside made Fred’s blood run cold.

Bellatrix Lestrange stood like a dark specter, her wild hair framing her pale, angular face. Her lips twisted into a cruel grin as she dragged your battered, broken body forward by the collar of your tattered shirt. You were barely conscious, your head lolling against her arm. Blood streaked your face, and your clothes were torn and soaked with crimson.

“Evening, Weasleys,” Bellatrix drawled, her voice sharp and mocking. “I thought I’d deliver a little gift. She was quite... stubborn.” She shoved you forward, only to yank you back when you stumbled. You cried out weakly, a sound that ripped through Fred’s heart like a knife.

“Come and get her,” Bellatrix taunted, her wand pressed against your throat. “Such a defiant little thing. She refused to talk, you know. Quite admirable—if utterly stupid. You’d think she’d want to save herself some pain.”

Fred didn’t think. Rage surged through him like wildfire, and before he knew it, he was raising his wand, a stream of spells shooting toward the witch who had hurt you. But Bellatrix was ready. With a laugh like shattering glass, she Disapparated, leaving only the faint smell of smoke in her wake.

What remained was your crumpled form lying in the dirt like a discarded doll.

Fred was the first to reach you, falling to his knees beside your bleeding body. His hands hovered over you, trembling as he struggled to find a place to touch without causing more harm. Your skin was pale, your lips cracked and dry, and your arms were littered with jagged cuts.

“Love,” Fred choked, his voice thick with panic. “Hey, it’s me. I’ve got you now. You’re safe. You’re safe.”

Your eyes fluttered open, but they didn’t focus on him. Your lips moved, a faint, broken sound escaping them. Fred felt helpless as he lifted you into his arms, cradling you against his chest like you were the most fragile thing in the world. You weighed almost nothing, your body slack and lifeless as he carried you into the house.

“Mum!” Fred shouted, his voice breaking. “Help! She needs help!”

Molly was already rushing forward, her wand in hand as she began muttering healing spells. “Lay her down,” she ordered, her voice steady despite the worry etched into her face. “Fred, go—”

“I’m not leaving her,” Fred said fiercely, his grip tightening on your hand. His mother didn’t argue.

As Molly worked to stop the bleeding and mend your wounds, Fred stayed by your side. His fingers brushed the hair from your face, trembling as he whispered reassurances you couldn’t hear. George stood nearby, his hand on Fred’s shoulder, his own face pale with worry.

“She’s going to be okay,” George said quietly, though his voice wavered.

“She has to be,” Fred replied, his voice hoarse. “I can’t—I can’t lose her.”

Hours passed before you stirred. When you did, it was with a blood-curdling scream that startled everyone in the room. Your body jerked violently, your eyes wide and unseeing as you scrambled to sit up. The walls of the Burrow faded, replaced by the cold, damp stone of Bellatrix’s dungeon.

“She’s back,” you sobbed, curling into yourself. “She’s here. Don’t let her hurt me again. Please—please—”

Fred was at your side in an instant, his arms wrapping around you. “Love, it’s me,” he said desperately, his voice trembling. “It’s Fred. You’re safe. She’s gone. I promise she’s gone.”

But his touch only made you flinch harder. In your mind, it wasn’t Fred’s arms around you—it was Bellatrix’s hands, her cruel laughter echoing in your ears. You pushed him away, crawling toward the door on trembling limbs.

“Stop! Don’t touch me!” you cried, your voice raw and broken. “I have to get out—I have to—”

Fred caught you before you could go far, pulling you against his chest as you thrashed and screamed. He sank to the floor with you, holding you tightly despite your protests. His heart shattered with every sob that wracked your body, but he refused to let go.

“You’re not there anymore,” he whispered into your hair, his voice steady despite the tears streaming down his face. “You’re not in that dungeon. You’re here, in the Burrow, with me. She can’t hurt you anymore.”

But the words didn’t reach you. The horrors of Bellatrix’s torture consumed your mind, replaying over and over again. Her knife carving into your skin, her voice dripping with malice as she demanded answers you refused to give. The pain, the fear—it was all too real.

Fred tilted your face toward his, his hands firm but gentle as he forced you to meet his gaze. “Look at me,” he said, his voice more commanding now. “Look at me, love. You’re not there anymore. You’re here, with me. I’ve got you.”

Your wide, tear-filled eyes locked onto his, the desperation in his voice cutting through the fog of your fear. His thumbs brushed against your cheeks, grounding you as he spoke.

“She’s gone,” Fred said, his voice softening. “She’ll never hurt you again. I won’t let her. Do you hear me? You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

Slowly, the walls of Bellatrix’s dungeon faded, replaced by the familiar warmth of the Burrow. But the fear didn’t leave you. It clung to you like a second skin, a constant reminder of the horrors you had endured.

In the weeks that followed, Fred never left your side. He became your rock, your anchor, his love and patience pulling you through the darkness. And though the road to recovery was slow, you knew you weren’t walking it alone.

[peachhcs]

i need a blurb of will and samy arguing or something when they were younger, especially if they didn’t really get along.

OMG yes i wanna say their peak dislike for one another was probably when they were between 11-13 because middle school i feel like is when you’re your worst self so those two years will and samy did a lot of arguing over the smallest things.

au masterlist

“will, move. you’re in my seat,” samy grumbled when she came to the table with her bowl of cereal. the blonde was sitting on the left end exactly where the youngest hughes liked to seat herself.

“no, i got here first,” will mumbled.

“no, move. this is my seat,” samy said and the older siblings all stayed silent as they watched the exchange unfold.

“it’s not “your” seat. it’s a chair. sit there,” will pointed to the last open seat at the table on the other side. the brunette eyed the space before eyeing the blonde back.

“it’s my seat. i’ve always sat there. you can’t just disrupt the balance,” the brunette argued. everyone knew that the seats you chose when you were younger were the seats you’d always sit at and they didn’t change.

“who the hell cares about a balance?” will rolled his eyes. “hey, language,” grace cut in and eyed her younger brother.

“just move! it’s not that hard to pick up your feet and sit over there!” samy was getting mad and annoyed because she wasn’t in the mood for any of this.

“and it’s not that hard to just sit over there. you’re being a baby.”

“whatever,” the girl grumbled and sat there because she had no other choice. the others just exchanged glances and chose not to say anything because they didn’t wanna add any fuel to the fire.

—

later that day, samy was frantically searching for her journal (because what 12 year old doesn’t have a diary they write every secret in). it seemed to be missing and she swore she put it back in her desk the other day when she was finished. she searched every one of her drawers, but there was nothing.

the girl stomped out of her room to go interrogate her brothers when she passed by luke’s room. will was in there and the purple cover flashed in his hands. samy’s eyes widened as she stopped in her tracks and saw will reading her journal in plain sight.

“will!” she screamed and raced into the room. the blonde quickly jumped up before she could lunge at him, a smirk on his features.

“looks like someone lost their diary, huh?” he taunted, holding it above her head.

“you freak! you stole it!” the brunette yelled, jumping up but coming short every time to snatch it back from him.

“i didn’t steal anything. you left it out. that’s not stealing,” the blonde shrugged and samy basically screamed in his face.

“that’s an invasion of privacy! there’s private things in there!” she jumped and every time, will pulled the journal back so it was just out of her reach.

“you wrote that you have a crush on..henry? who’s henry?” will continued teasing.

“shut up! you freak!” their yelling caused quinn and grace to come up the stairs and investigate what was going on. the eighteen and fifteen year old stared at their two younger siblings going at it in shock.

“quinn! he took my journal!” samy yelled when she saw her brother in the doorway.

“i did not! she left it out! it’s not taking if someone leaves it out!” will defended himself and quinn really couldn’t wait until he didn’t have to live through another pre teen phase or whatever this was.

“will, give it back,” grace crossed her arms.

“ugh, whatever. you guys are no fun,” the blonde shoved it back into the girl’s hands. samy snatched it and then gave the hockey player a nice shove where he practically stumbled over.

that definitely fueled will’s annoyance because he spun around and went to lunge at the brunette. quinn quickly stepped in and held will back before someone got hurt.

“guys, quit it. samy don’t shove him. you both need to apologize,” the older brunette mumbled.

“me? he took my journal! he deserved it!” the younger girl shrieked.

“apologize. now. both of you,” quinn’s big brother voice came out and the two stilled for a moment. they both rolled their eyes.

“i’m sorry for taking your journal,” will crossed his arms.

“sorry for shoving you,” samy mumbled.

“thank you. now leave one another alone please,” quinn said and left the room. grace eyed her brother before leaving too and the blonde rolled his eyes again.

samy stormed out, bumping into will’s shoulder on the way out.

—

“you started it!” samy exclaimed as will followed her back into the house.

“i did not! you cheated!” he shot back.

“cheated? you watched me get all of those in. how did i cheat?” the brunette argued.

“i don’t know but you have a track of cheating in everything,” will sneered and the girl’s mouth dropped open. luke and jack were in the kitchen eyeing the two arguing.

“you’re just a sore loser. sorry,” samy rolled her eyes.

“now what are you guys arguing about?” jack mumbled. it was the 3rd summer of samy and will being in their arguing phase and everyone really hoped it was the last summer too.

“i scored 3 points against will in 1v1 basketball and now he’s all mad at me because he thinks i cheated. he’s just a sore loser,” the youngest hughes explained while will rolled his eyes.

“i was going easy on her.”

“oh fuck off you were not.”

“language,” jack cut in, eyeing his little sister.

“how many more weeks do we have left with him?” she poked her thumb in the blonde’s direction where he just stuck his tongue out at her.

“when are you guys gonna start getting along? you’ve argued with one another every single summer,” luke rolled his eyes.

“when he stops coming around here,” samy mumbled.

“yeah, good luck with that,” jack said.

“i only come here to hang out with luke and jack. my mom pays me $5 if i hang out with you,” will narrowed his eyes and samy whipped her head back in his direction.

“what?!”

“he’s joking. colleen doesn’t do that,” jack quickly cut in before they started arguing again and eyed will to quit it. the younger boy just shrugged.

“well either way, i can’t wait until you leave,” the brunette said and left the kitchen. will huffed and left too leaving jack and luke in the again. the brothers exchanged a glance wishing this moody pre teen phase would be over soon.

[marijuana-barbie]

Things I find myself saying these days that I never said during the 10+ years I had severe depression:

- I love my life

- my life is fun and exciting

- it’s a great time to be alive

I honestly never thought I’d be here. I never thought I’d be free. But I’m so grateful I survived.

[kimtaegis]

I submitted the goddamn master thesis 20 minutes before it was goddamn due and now it’s done and I did it

[lokimobius]

is my wip wednesday post repressed on the dash or is it just kinda awful?

[butnotbubblegum]

using the tags to vent my current emotional state into the void bc ig story feels like a bad plan for this, read at your own risk.

[eebie]

When school starts back up again im gonna search for people who will want to hang and watch movies

[pixlmonkeys]

with no exaggeration being hyper empathetic is one of the worst things to happen to me

[rosesradio]

i think my university fucking bit me wtf

[is-the-owl-video-cute]

Could you link me to some posts about the UK environment/animal treatment/ecosystem issues? My fam always needs outright sources to trust my word

It may be better to ask someone from the UK to be honest. I don’t know much about formal papers regarding this.

I’m also going to be honest, this is not a good blog to ask for citations from because most of what I know is from personal experience in this field but I can’t really say “source: just trust me bro” because, well, I don’t list my qualifications in specific so that’s hard to expect others to trust from me. Besides that, most papers I would link you to would be behind a paywall that’s honestly too steep to justify paying if you aren’t using said papers for a formal write up somewhere. If you’re in college, most institutions have some means to access various research papers as it’s included with tuition, so whether you’re a current student or not i would advise you seek help at a library if you want actual academic citations to prove these points. I’m really just here to put the information in an easier to digest way with no paywall blocking you from seeing this sort of information. Since I am not being compensated for my work here and my time is limited due to real life, I don’t have a way to justify finding and reading through papers for your personal use.

Best of luck in your search, and if anyone happens to have anything handy feel free to link papers in the reblogs.

[danielnelsen]

always fun to remind myself of the side effects of my thyroid meds