#but the impulse to catch falling things is too great

[everyfandomever]

broke my nail while putting groceries up bc i cant have a bag of cheese fall on the floor

#i am a dumbass and i have accepted this #i am now taking a bath bc im sweaty and its the easiest way for me to keep my hand submerged long enough to soften the nail #split down the middle #but not that deep into my nail bed thankfully #it was a ziplock full of shredded cheese. It Wasnt Going To Break #but the impulse to catch falling things is too great #gods i just havent have a decent day in a while #vex spits out random shit #arkons thoughts

[astonmartingf]

FALLING FOR YOU ; MV1

max verstappen x reader

. . . in his own little way, max finds the solutions to his problems not without a little help from his friends and ends up giving you the confession of a lifetime

amgf yeah... there's this, just fluff. i won't be as active this week because of exams and research but this is prime time of my impulsive ideas so either i can milk this opportunity to write every single day, or avoid this app for the remainder of the week. enjoy 👍

Max strives for stability. 

He enjoys the same routine that consists of jogging at eight am, early morning workout by nine am, brunch, a few rounds of sim racing, stopping by for a few phone calls and online meetings. If he isn’t expected to fly anywhere else he’d have his usual afternoon snack, play with his cats, more sim racing from six to eight pm, dinner with his team, reviewing data and notes, an hour for his own leisure— mostly sim racing, before heading to bed at one am.

Whatever happens in between is usually one of Lando’s plans in an attempt to spice things up in his life. Whether it’s going to the movies, buying ice cream at the convenience store down the street, or playing padel. Max is very much thankful for his friends.

Max also strives for the best.

He takes pride in his skills in racing and acknowledges his talent, and flaws. Honing them like a sharp knife through whetstones, he polishes himself and cuts through the defenses of the grid. He is a World Champion for a reason, and with a great car and team behind him, he knows they’ll get far. Max is very much thankful for the trust his team set upon him.

Max hates uncertainty. 

Well- hate is too strong of a word and dislike would be too weak for his opinions. 

Max despises uncertainty.

Especially when there’s you- the current root of all his “problems”. Despite his tendency to be blunt and straightforward statements, uncertainty always left a distasteful feeling in his mouth. 

Realizing that his wavering feelings for you have now shattered the routine he built to perfection. Long gone are sleeping on time and hello to staying up with you crowding his thoughts. Head full of the lingering scent of your perfume and the same voice playing in his head.

Max hated it. He despised how you orbit around his mind, bouncing through the walls of the gray matter inside his skull. He often catches himself smiling at the thought of you- before a bitter scowl fills his face and an incredulous and slightly constipated look pasted on his face.

But that was the least of his worries, such feelings could be fixed (a term he used to convince himself these are temporary). It’s not that Max doesn’t believe in relationships or think it’s nothing but a distraction, deep inside he’s aware that he craves affection. It’s the vague emotions clouding his heart making him think twice.

Then again, Max is thankful for his friends. 

“What did you say?” Lando squinted his eyes in the hopes to hear his words clearly. With a blank look- almost as if he put on a mask void of emotions Max spoke once more.

“Do I like YN?” 

The rest tilted their head to the side, in confusion. “D-did you perhaps ask us. . . if- if you like someone?” George, asked once more to make sure of his words, sighing in disbelief.

“It’s not just someone, it’s YN.” Max pushed the question once more and glanced at everyone on the table.

The silence was deafening. Max’ statement was too loud and too quiet at the same time, no one spoke and they left each other contemplating on the next words he will say.

“I need help. How do I know I like YN?” Collective gasps were heard throughout and one by one they slowly left the group of friends on the table leaving Max with Lando and George.

“How about we sleep over your question and. . .think— think about it you know?” Lando, the first to talk regarding the revelation that their stoic friend has now developed feelings for someone.

“Sleep? I hardly get any sleep these nights. I want to confirm my feelings now so I can finally sleep peacefully.” 

That’s when the pair noticed the bags under his eyes, mostly due to the lack of sleep like he said. Lando took a glance at George and started to talk telepathically at each other.

George sighs before pushing Max from his seat, “You see Max these feelings can’t be confirmed in a night, these requ-”

“It’s been weeks, George, I can’t lose sleep over such a trivial matter.” Max retorted with a firm stance using his lack of sleep as a front to confirm his feelings.

“Okay, first of all feelings are not a trivial matter. They are valid, and whatever is going on in your head about YN shouldn’t be taken lightly. Not because we’re curious but because we care about your emotional well being.” Lando spoke in a serious voice which only added on to Max’ confusion.

Feelings are not a big deal, at least not for him.

“And we're curious as to why you like YN.” George chimed as he followed the pair outside the room.

“Yes we’re curious but now how about I give you some romance books that you can study and read. Only you can confirm your feelings Max, let’s stop by my room and I’ll give you books you can read and next week- next week we’ll talk about this matter again.”

Lando now sounds like a mom scolding his child for misbehaving, dragging the latter to his room and sending him off with a tower of romance books.

Max is smart, he can understand such concepts by himself.

Feeling accomplished, Lando glanced at George smirking at him before walking away with Max to his apartment.

Max on the other hand went inside his room and began to bury himself in the books he brought along. “If I’m not sleeping at least I get my feelings in line.”

One chapter. And another turns to five and in the blink of an eye a week has passed. Max returned to his routine but instead of sleeping at one he pushed it to an even later hour to make time for reading which helped him sleep.

The first nights were hard, after finishing a chapter of the book he finds himself falling asleep and now you appear to become more vivid in his mind. Invading his dreams as romantic scenarios play on repeat while Max mindlessly sleeps which results in him waking up flustered and warm.

Passing by you on the paddock became frequent; it's as if the universe has its way to bring you together. Now everywhere Max looked there was you, in the corner of his sight you occupied a chunk of his thoughts and as much as he hated to admit he found himself anticipating your presence.

By the end of the week you managed to invade his thoughts and heart which only strengthened his theory and confirmed his feelings for you. With no time to waste, Max went to look for you. The second practice was over, he’s telling you what you’re doing to him.

With new found information from the team about your whereabouts, Max made his way to the hospitality locating where you’re assigned he opens the door abruptly to see you preparing food. You stand straight feeling the intimidating aura around him, you watch him exhale a sigh of relief before talking a large step in your direction. On instinct you back away giving him space, every step Max takes is a step backward from you.

Unknowingly your feet hit the corner of the marble countertop and like a cliché scene Max remembers from the books he’s been reading you stumble backwards.

Max is a racer for a reason, and with swift reflexes he managed to catch your fall and brought you up to your feet. “You should watch where you’re going. I don’t want you falling just like how I fell for you.”

Silence. Complete, utter silence from the both of you paired with the low buzz of the booming air conditioner right near you. You blink your eyes incredulously, “What?”

“I mean. . . I do want you to fall for me, it would be sad to find out that my feelings are one-sided. But I mean my words YN.”

You adjust your posture and back away. “What are the words Max? About me falling to the ground or you. . . you f- falling for me?” Your voice thins out at the end unsure of what you just heard.

“Both. I don’t want you to fall, it’s dangerous just like how you did to me. You enamored me with those charms, I just want to know how you did it.” Max spoke with the most bored and plain looking face he could muster up. His palms were sweating inside his pockets in extreme nervousness.

“Is this- is this your confession perhaps?” You try to piece things together, like the subtle clues Lando and George have been leaving out of nowhere.

“Yes. This is my confession.” Max blurts out as sweat drips from the side of his forehead. And just as he was losing hope from this failed confession your bubbly laugh bursts the silence in the air.

“You know, you need to work on your confession more. That was unlike any other, but I understand what you mean. Do you want me to fall for you, Maxie?” 

Max stares at you and you don't miss the soft gaze he set upon you. You note the light blush spread around the apples of his cheeks as his eyes light up the moment you called his name. The once awkward silent air was now filled with a warm feeling that spread all over your body, leaving goosebumps all over your skin.

“I do. I fell for you, I like you, and I want to mean something to you.”

His way with words caught you off guard, Max Verstappen, who would’ve thought. You smile at him, this time it’s you walking towards his direction.

Max stiffened at the proximity between the two of you, his feet stuck to the floor preventing him from backing away. Your face gets closer to his and all the thoughts clouding his mind have been wiped away.

You face him and whisper something in his ear before walking away towards the kitchen at the back, legs shaking and breaths heavy. 

Taking a moment to himself Max meditates in an attempt to calm his bouncing heart, legs shaking as if they ran a hundred miles, and his mind whirring into different ideas and possibilities.

Max never falls- literally and figuratively.

Yet you managed to be the root of all his problems. The person who made him fall, there was no doubt that Max fell and will still be falling for you.

#f1 fluff #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #max verstappen fluff #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen imagine

[kalims]

the day we met.

and to think i promised i wouldn't fall in love.

characters. dorm leaders

cw. not proofread

note. just some random hcs.. I wonder who can recognize what post this resembles hehe.. AKA title

pls read malleus' part mwahahaha I like it

riddle rosehearts keeps you on your toes (quite literally.) if it weren't for him you're sure you would have fallen off the horse that seems awfully intent on driving you off it's back to a face full of mud. clearly he was lying when he said 'beverly' was a fairly nice horse... she's literally the living spawn of a demon! but you can say that she counts for a pretty great wing.. horsewoman? how else would you get the esteemed riddle to handle you so delicately?

leona oddly resembles a cat... (technically he is one.) but he really likes to nap, you're sure his daily schedule involves sleeping, eating, looking dead every time of the day he's awake then going back to sleep—let's not forget the favorite thing cats love to either knead with their paws or lay on! in this case it's you. at some point you had to tip toe and keep quiet everywhere so he doesn't hear, and promptly snatch you for the rest of the day.

the bounds azul would go for you is a little concerning but you're there for them all the well. as far as you knew on campus he was banned from making contracts but the cheeky little octopus had simply smirked when he casually says that the headmaster never said out of campus.. if he isn't there then how would he know? he just has to lure out whoever was the one that was stupid enough to bother you out of campus, hm... this is a job for the eels, no?

to be honest. forget about azul, kalim would do anything for your expense. it doesn't matter if you ask directly or not, just an implication is enough to trigger his impulsive decisions. seriously though, jamil is begging you to be considerate of what you say around kalim. you don't want him actually purchasing a whole country if you accidentally imply you want to rule one. again, be careful or you'll be smothered by his love, and deep gold pockets.

vil has a tendency to stare. believe it or not, even though it might seem like it would be the other way around you do catch his gaze sometimes but he always ends up trying to play it off. maybe he's sick or something? was there something on your face? (vil: yeah perfection) you find out not to point it out though, last time you did you got ignored with a huff. more so when you catch sight of a furious blush you almost mistook as too much of the makeup product. (no such person like vil wouldn't notice how red his cheeks would be if it was that case.)

besides the unintentional spoiling from kalim (who genuinely just thinks you deserve it all as a form of his love and affection.) idia is by no means poor. how else could he afford all the latest parts for his technology? let alone whale on the games he likes to play. this man spoils you intentionally. if he knows you want a character, weapon, or certain item he's getting his hands on it and giving it all to you. a collector's item? easy. it doesn't matter if the price is too high on the bar, nothing would ever compare to you anyways.

malleus is on your side, always. it doesn't matter if you're actually wrong about something, he's siding with you and defending you with his life 💀 you burned down a building knowing full well that the fire is a big possibility? everyone makes mistakes though... according to malleus draconia everybody. one of the strongest person in twisted wonderland is either the next 100% win rate lawyer or some random person making third grade defenses. there's no in between. that or he's making the dumbest excuse and actually making good points right after.

#twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst fluff #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #kalim al asim x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #malleus draconia x reader #idia shroud x reader #riddle x reader #leona x reader #azul x reader #kalim x reader #vil x reader #idia x reader #malleus x reader #x gn reader #ㅤ◜◡◝ . . signed !

[2-fast-2-curious]

do you have a master list of all the audios? i need one place to find them all 😩

Motorsport Audio Masterlist Albon - Lawson

Leclerc-Ocon

Perez-Zhou

Male Listener Audios

Alex Albon

[M4F] [Script Offer] Early Morning With Your BF

[M4F] Be My Good Girl?

Fernando Alonso

noche de lluvia

buen-dia-amor

[M4F] Déjame ayudarte a dormir

Marcus Armstrong

A Soft Morning at the Beach [M4F]

[M4F] [script fill] Study break

Teaching you how to drive stick

Exhibitionist in front of the window

[M4F] Flatmates [painting]

[M4F][Script Fill] All Wrapped up

[M4F] It’s been a while

Peter Bonnington

[M4F] [Script Fill] Laundry Day

[F4M] Thanks for a Great Race, Wanna Fuck?

Valterri Bottas

[M4F] You Love It When I Put On A Suit, Don’t You?

Jenson Button

[M4F] Breakfast In Bed

Perfect The Way You Are.

I talk about going down on you

Sweetening up a Single Father [M4F]

Angela Cullen

[F4F] Taking Time For Yourself

Nyck De Vries

[M4A] [Ramblefap] I have to start with something...

[M4F] I'd say it was a pleasure but...

[M4F] Some Comfort

[M4F] Some heavy petting

My roommate, my vam[M4F]Feral Friday Ramblepire

[M4F]Feral Friday Ramble

Jack Doohan

shall we share my sleeping bag?

[M4F][Script Fill] Impulse Control

Felipe Drugovich

[M4F] Ramblefap #2

Pierre Gasly

[M4F] Boyfriend Waited Too Long For You And Can't Hold Himself Back 

[M4F] Are you horny too?

[M4F] I do like your tits, speaking English can be hard fortunately I can do better things with my mouth

[M4F] Sleepy boyfriend wants you to come to bed to cuddle

[M4F] Helping you falling asleep

[M4F]The perfect gift

A Kiss, Or Two, To Wake Up

[M4F] Un réveil exceptionnel [FR]

[M4F] Unspeakable

[M4F] You and your crush have your first of many kisses

[M4F] Your beautiful breasts

[M4F][Improvisation]Sleepy boyfriend wants you to come to bed to cuddle

[M4F] Oh, you're studying? No, I'll just sit with you.

Lewis Hamilton

[M4F] Testing your strength against your boyfriend goes wrong... but very, very right

[M4F] Catching Daddy Playing

[M4F] A not-so-sneaky night of passion to cap off the week

[M4F] Fucking your brother's best friend.

[M4F][M4F(MMM)] You're my pretty little maid for game day. Won't you make my friends feel comfortable?

[M4F] You just can’t keep away, can you, Princess?

You're Safe With Me, My Darling

[M4F] Aw, is daddy's cock too big for you, princess? I don't care.

[M4F] Naughty Daddy fucks his little girl neighbour who's been teasing him for some time now.

[M4F] Distracting you from chores

[M4A][Improv] A needy "good morning" in the kitchen

[M4F] Needy Whore

[M4F][Script Fill] Honeymoon Swats

[M4A][OC] A sleeping gift for your overworked partner

[M4F][Script Fill] Shopping spree

[M4F][Script Fill] I saw what you did… Was that for me?

[M4F][Script Fill] Dominant friend needs an assistant

[M4F][Script Fill] Your Dom BF wants to make you cum while you game

Dennis Hauger

[M4F] I Will Hurt You, Princess

[M4F] Just Like That

[M4F] Warm Mushroom Soup

[M4F] Happy Ending Birthday

[M4F] Amateur Masseur

[M4F] A Farm by the Fjord

Christian Horner

[M4F] [Script Fill] The Sleepover DILF

Niko Hulkenberg

[M4F] Let’s see if you actually deserve more of my cum today

[M4A] You're Not Alone

[M4A] Unwind, and fall into relaxation with me

Callum Ilott

[M4F] You’re Sick, But It Doesn’t Bother Your Boyfriend

Michael Italiano

[M4F] Closing Time At the Gym

Liam Lawson

[m4f] Taking her virginity after a date

A Quickie with the fuck buddy

[M4F] Let Me Make You Feel Beautiful

Your doting boyfriend treats you to a night of relaxation and pleasure

[M4F] It’s been a while

#pierre gasly #lewis hamilton #smut #x reader #christine recommends audios #jenson button #nico hulkenberg #nyck de vries #fernando alonso #marcus armstrong #liam lawson #alex albon #jack doohan #peter bonnington #valterri bottas #dennis hauger #michael italiano #callum ilott

[ressonancee]

i think we married in vegas - teaser

✷ You and Jeonghan have always been friends, and friends go on a trip together, right? And somehow friends always end up marrying in Las Vegas right? And somehow friends become roommates as well right? That all seems very normal when Yoon Jeonghan has a weird addiction to doing the dumbest things ever just for shock value.

✷ genre: comedy (?), angst (?), smut, a weird amount of pining (!)

✷ word count teaser: 499

✷ word count fic: more than 13k - projection: around 20k?/25k?

✷ Thea note: hi y'all, as you guys may know I'm doing nanowimo, and somehow, I got addicted to this story and I'm making it bigger day by day. I still have a very big chunk to go (around 6/7 scenes but it can be more who knows not me since I don't plan when I am writting!). Anyhow I am pretty sure it gonna take a while till the whole thing sees the light of day but I wanted to share a tiny bit with you because I am actually super hyped about and I suck at keeping secrets <3 Hope you guys like it, and get as excited as me (or at least half, actually I can take a third!! or even an ounce!!). I do not do the whole tag list thing but if anyone wants to get tagged just let me know somehow <3

You turn your hand and it finally hits you.

It is a ring.

With a big rock.

In your ring finger.

A big damn rock on your ring finger.

“Yoon Jeonghan” you scream in horror.

On the other side of that door, Jeonghan just hears you scream. He picks himself up in record time and room towards the bathroom, oh shit did you just fall and hit your head? Did you break the glass of the fancy hotel shower? Are you dying? So without thinking much Jeonghan opens the bathroom door and he just finds you - completely naked and seemly okay, just staring at your own hand.

“What happened?” He asks trying to catch his breath, maybe he does need to start working out man, he didn’t feel this horrible when he was hitting the gym after shifts, but also he didn’t feel that great either the whole gym rat thing was not his ordeal.

“What did we do?” You ask still in complete horror, not even thinking about how this is the first time Yoon Jeonghan, your friend is seeing you completely naked. 10/10 would not recommend this experience. Not even to Laurel, your own Satan-spit roommate.

“What? Are you going crazy? I thought you fell and opened your skull or something,”

You just look at Jeonghan, dead in his eyes, like the reality is worse than falling in the bathroom, opening your skull, and calling the paramedics naked. You just turn your hand to him - like it is enough to make him understand what a dire situation it is. And you swear to god you can almost see the little flakes of light on the bathroom floor, the rock is big enough to shine across the room.

“Did you call me to show me your ring? Couldn’t you wait until you put your clothes on?” Jeonghan asks leaning into the doorway.

“Jeonghan did we-” you say but you feel your own throat closing around itself, it can’t be, right?

“Hm?” he asks without a blink of an eye.

“Oh we did, we totally did”

“No, you are not that crazy,” he claimed. What that was supposed to mean? He was crazy enough for it but you the two goody shoes wasn’t?

“Jeonghan check your bank receipt,” you demanded, trying to connect the dots in a way, trying to have proof, maybe you just bought a way too expensive ring for yourself, or maybe it was just impulse buying.

Before you can move Jeonghan almost runs towards the room, you try your best to keep up with him but you are a little behind because, for the first time, you actually are aware of how naked you are. You pick up the fluffy bathroom robe - yeah the fancy hotel had its perks.“Oh fuck” you can hear Jeonghan before you can see him, his phone it’s on his lap, his head is on his head - he is a man defeated. Oh no. You guys actually did it.

#yoon jeonghan smut #yoon jeonghan fic #yoon jeonghan fanfic #yoon jeonghan scenario #seventeen fic #seventeen fanfic #seventeen smut #seventeen scenario #t: i think we got married in vegas #t: teaser

[akutasoda]

something happens and im head over heels all over again

synopsis - simple things you do that make them love you even more

includes - albedo, beidou, xiao, ayaka, ayato, wanderer

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, wc - 536

albedo ★↷

albedo adores how you have adapted the practice of making him packed lunches ti take up to dragonspine if he returns for the night, or you go out of your way to deliver it too him or give to someone else to take to him. they're normally completed with a little cheesy note saying 'your doing great!' or something sweeter sitting at the top which never fails to make him smile. or just him knowing that klee trusts you and can often be found playing with you or simply taking her round mondstadt.

beidou ★↷

beidou knows how her way of life is often shunned upon, not that she cares much anymore. but just seeing you embrace that part of her and helping around the ship even though she insits you dont have to. or you helping out her fellow crewmates. she views all crew of the crux as family so seeing you bond and get along really well just makes her appreciate you more and more (it seemed impossible for her to adore you as much as she does but she does).

adeptus xiao ★↷

xiao may seem uninterested when you want to go to festivals with him or simply spending time together strolling liyue or whatever you manage to drag him into doing, but sometimes you can catch a small glimpse of his lips curling slightly more upwards. you're constant reminder that he deserves to be treated to relaxation and have breaks every once in a while makes his cheeks slightly dash red knowing you care that much about him.

kamisato ayaka ★↷

ayaka may not be the head of the kamisato clan, she still has her fair share of work to be doing which often leaves her feeling tired. but that was until you introduced your 'spur of the moment picknicks'. just you two going to beatiful spots in inazuma surrounded by nature and having small picknicks talking about whatever that isnt her or your work makes her worries melt away. and each time she grows more excited for you to tell her to clear a spot in her schedule for another picknick.

kamisato ayato ★↷

ayato is often stuck doing paperwork or giving out orders, but ever so often he sees your familiar mess of hair pop round his door to deop off your latest trinket, sometimes its matching keychains you saw at a stall and brought it on impulse or sometimes, his personal favourite, you bring him a homemade gift. a small plate of sweets or foods, a handmade trinket or little notes to motivate him. it works and sometimes he gets you little items aswell.

wanderer ★↷

wanderer has been through alot. from his birth as kunikuzushi, to his time as scaramouche and eventually his fall as a false god into who he is now. wanderer. and you, someone who he cherishes deeply and has been with him thick and thin. sure its been difficult for you and him but you've made it through all. so sometimes small moments like you and him preparing meals together, you dragging him to do whatever with him although he says he hates it but you know better and just doing small domestic acts that mean the world to him.

#x gender neutral reader #genshin x gn reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #albedo x reader #beidou x reader #adeptus xiao x reader #xiao x reader #ayato x reader #ayaka x reader #wanderer x reader

[majesticarlette]

Enemies

Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir x Ladybug!Reader

"Surrender your Miraculous, Chat Noir!" You shouted as you glare at him from above on top of the Eiffel Tower.

"Dream on, Ladybug." He smirked and fires multiple Cataclysms in your direction. You used your yo-yo as a shield to protect yourself and fled the Eiffel Tower.

The city of Paris is once again troubled by a megakuma and after you just de-evilized the butterfly, a wild Chat Noir appeared. It's exhausting to deal with two birds with one stone but it's worth it. He was able to expand his powers, making the fights between you more difficult. He could fire multiple but limited cataclysms now. If he expanded his own powers, you sure also did. It's only fair to fight a lion if you're also a lion.

Chat Noir followed you as you escape the Eiffel Tower. Fortunately, he isn't as sharp as a knife, and with your street-smarts, you were able to lose him.

"This is taking too long, I have a date later." You groaned and you activated your second lucky charm, and it gave you a superglue. At this point, you're not going to question how it is used, but to figure out what to do about it fast.

You came back to where the fight was and scanned the environment, and you didn't spot anything to use the superglue with.

"You sure ain't good at hiding, huh, Ladybug?" You turned around and saw Chat spinning his baton, and you finally knew how to end this thing at once.

"Eh, you didn't even catch up to me given your cat abilities. Lame." You rolled your eyes trying to provoke him. He charges at you, and you two get into a fight worse than a catfight.

You love angering the cat in front of you, and the way he's slowly losing his cool from you dodging his scratches satiates an itch in your brain. You don't really hate him in the beginning, you actually wanted to cooperate with this kitty but something about the two of you just don't click. He doesn't plan his punches, he's impulsive, arrogant, doesn't like getting told what to do, and claiming he's a solo flight in fights.

Even actual cats don't behave this way, they won't exert much energy for this crap. Ugh!

Chat Noir growls and starts exerting more strength in his moves trying to bring you down.

"Oh... I see sweat, Kitty. Are you having a hard time? You think you're the only cat who's gonna lose to a bug?" You laugh earning a yell of rage from him. At this point in the fight, you're just dodging his offenses and waiting for a sign to use your lucky charm.

"You think you're all that?! You can't even defeat the megakuma by yourself!"

"Please, you think you did anything? You acted like a cat who broke a glass and thinks he did something great. In short you made it way worse!" He managed to scratch your suit earning a clean incision on your arm. You flinched at the sensation and let out a gasp.

Distracted, Chat Noir took this advantage to reach his staff from behind. He extended it to knock you out of the fight.

You flew from the impact and held onto his staff. You groaned from the pain and checked yourself from any more damages. As you were standing up, Chat Noir used his extended staff to knock you out of your balance, once again falling on your ass.

He chuckled at your state retracting his staff. "You think highly of yourself--"

"And you don't?!--" You hiss

"Shh! I'm talking!" He glared at you. "This is why you're so hard to deal with, you're so stubborn!" As he was about to rant his troubles about you, he saw you wiping blood from your injured arm. His eyes grew wide, did he cause this? If he did... Why would he even care? You deserved it! You don't believe in him! Is it deep, though? It might get infected...

He shook his thoughts and tried to put his staff back but it won't budge. He furrowed his eyebrows and held onto the other end to try and get it off the other but both ended up stuck. He groans in annoyance while putting much force to get it off, yet no luck.

You laughed at the scene and stood from where you were. "I told you, you don't plan ahead. I guess curiosity really killed the cat." You used your yo-yo strings to wrap around his ankles and yanked him up on the street lamp.

"Admit defeat?" You held up the super glue you used on his staff and pinched the cheeks of his upside down face. He only furrowed his brows further. "You know your face could get stuck on that expression--" As things were getting your way, beeping was heard from the two of you. "Not now!" You retracted your yo-yo from him. "This isn't over!" You ran away, leaving him on his own.

You let out a sigh after de-transforming back to your civilian self. You were exhausted from fighting two people today. Why can't Chat Noir surrender his miraculous so you can give it to the person who deserves it, like Marinette! Why did Master Shifu give it to him to begin with?

Your thoughts were interrupted when your phone was alarmed. "Oh, no! I totally forgot!" You really need to have a hero/life balance, how will you get to know your other half if you always prioritize hero duties?

You ran your heart out to the park to meet your date today. Panting, you scanned the area to see any signs of him but he was nowhere to be seen. Yeah, he already went home, it's really rude to make your date wait for a while, he might've felt embarrassed.

Sighing for the second time, you turned around and decided to walk home. "(Y/n)! Wait!" The familiar voice alerted you and looked around for the source, and there you saw him, Adrien. He was running towards you.

"I'm sorry, I was late! We hid from the megakuma and only stepped out when it was clear." He panted, catching his breath. Yeah, you and Chat Noir really contributed to his lateness.

"Are you okay? Were you hurt from the villain?" He cupped your cheeks checking you for any injuries.

"N-no! I'm fine, really!" You tucked your hair behind your ear, feeling flustered by his presence.

Little did you know, Adrien noticed your arm injury. It's really identical to what he did to Ladybug.

Yeah, you did not only forget one thing.

#miraculous ladybug imagine #adrien agreste x reader #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #chat noir x reader #ml adrien #mlb fandom #x reader #reader insert #miraculous au #enemies to lovers reader

[munson-blurbs]

congrats on 2k followers friend!!!! well deserved and well earned via talent and hard work 🎉

I've been having a lot of perv!Eddie thoughts, especially since I read your diner post... But I specifically can't stop thinking about Reader/you and your good friend Eddie falling asleep during a movie night. He wakes up before you and sees that you've been exposed in some way during your shifting in the night (shorts rode up to show ass/crotch, shirt showing off a tit, etc). and this little perv, he sees it and all he can think is must bite, must mark, must squeeze. And Eddie is not great at impulse control, as we know.

anyway, love your work and can't wait to see what amazing things you have in store for us with your big, beautiful brain!!

MYOOOOOO MY LOVE 💚

I hope I did your req justice xoxoxo

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), m! masturbation, perv!Eddie, somno if you squint

WC: 1.1k

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Eddie’s movie nights with you always had a good rhythm: eat popcorn, watch something that anyone else would give you two shit for (this week’s pick was Grease 2 and was surprisingly Eddie’s choice), and stay up late catching each other up about the week. You two hadn’t had as much time to spend together since you went to college, leaving Eddie stuck at Hawkins High for his third go-around at senior year, but Saturday nights were your time together. And Eddie had you all to himself.

Well, kind of.

In order to actually have you all to himself, he’d need to stop acting like a goddamn pussy (Jeff’s words, not his) and ask you out. It’s not like he hadn’t thought about it, but whenever he got close, he’d chicken out. He’d always get lost in your eyes, or focus too hard on your lips, and his brain would practically short-circuit. Instead, he tries to convince himself that it’s better this way; that he’d rather have you as a friend than not at all.

He tries when you star in all of his wet dreams.

He tries when he takes a shower and pictures soap suds sliding over the curve of your breasts.

He tries when all the women in his Playboys or in the Pay-Per-View movies he watches start to pale in comparison to you.

And he’s trying really, really hard right now, when he wakes up to see the movie’s credits rolling, and you still sound asleep, with the strap of your tank top sliding down your shoulder, leaving your chest exposed.

The morally sound thing to do would be to wake you up, or at least attempt to pull your strap back in place. Just bring it to where it should be; let his finger graze over your soft, warm skin. He can’t help but wonder what else is soft and warm.

“Shit,” he murmurs, wincing as his erection becomes all-too prominent under his gray sweatpants. He can’t risk you waking up and seeing him sporting a hard-on, especially once you realize that he got that way from your wardrobe malfunction.

He starts to get up to go to the bathroom to relieve himself, all-too grateful that Wayne is at work, but you shift in your sleep and rest your legs on top of his thighs. A tiny content sigh slips from your lips, and that’s all Eddie needs to take matters into his own hands. Literally.

The way his hand snakes into his plaid boxer shorts is almost instinctual. All he can think about is running his tongue over your nipples until they peak, grabbing the plush of your thighs as he pulls you closer to his lap, feeling your growing wetness as you grind against him. Begging for him to make you feel good.

Eddie uses the beading pre-cum at his tip to lubricate his stiff cock, feebly trying to get himself off without waking you. He watches carefully as your legs gently rock back and forth with each slight buck of his hips. Jesus, what he would give to have those legs resting on his shoulders while he disappears inside you, inch by inch…

“Eds?” you whisper, voice still groggy with sleep. “Was’ going on?”

He freezes on the spot, hand still on his dick. “N-Nothin’. Just, um, tryin’ to find the remote.”

“But you were saying my name,” you frown, turning over to better face him. It’s then that you see your exposed breast, making you giggle. “Were you trying to wake me up so I’d fix my shirt?”

Eddie flushes pink, unsure how to proceed. Does he pretend like he didn’t even notice? But how could he not; you’re right there. Does he flat-out lie and say that he was trying to get you to adjust your top? He certainly wasn’t going to tell you the truth–that he did, in fact, see your tits and he was, in fact, jerking off to them.

“I, um, no–didn’t see–”

“Too busy flogging your log to realize that my tits were out?” His gaze drops to where yours is–the crotch of his pants, where his fingers remain wrapped around his length. “Don’t be embarrassed,” you coo, pushing yourself up and sucking a bruise into his neck. “If I didn’t want you to see them, I would’ve worn a bra.” You climb onto his lap, taking his hand out of his own pants and bringing it down yours. His middle finger presses against your clit, and you release a moan of pleasure. “Touch me, Eddie. Feel how wet I am for you already.”

So wet, he thinks. Almost too wet…

Fuck.

Eddie wakes with a startle, groaning as he feels the mess pooling in his boxers. He’s going to have to start chugging coffee to stay awake during movie nights if he can’t keep himself under control.

He sits up, rubbing his eyes, but he can’t find you. Maybe you left. Oh, God, what if you woke up before him, saw him have a wet dream, and got so freaked out that you just bolted? How would he face you again?

“Oh, shit, you’re up,” you say from the bathroom doorway. There’s a guilty look on your face that Eddie just can’t place. “I guess we fell asleep.”

“Y-Yeah,” Eddie stammers, throwing a blanket over his lower half and forcing a laugh. “We’ll have to watch Michelle Pfeiffer dance around another time.”

“Is that what got you all worked up?” you blurt out before you can stop yourself. “Shit, I shouldn’t have said anything…nothing wrong with a celebrity crush. Everyone, um, everyone has one,” you finish lamely.

Eddie clears his throat. “Who’s yours?”

“My celebrity crush?”

“Mhm.”

Now it’s your turn to feel a wave of embarrassment crash over you. And maybe it’s because you’re still kind of tired, and maybe it’s because he really was moaning your name in his sleep, but you say, “Just this local rockstar. You might have heard of him; he’s the lead singer and guitarist of a band called Corroded Coffin?” 

Eddie swallows thickly, processing your confession. “You have a crush on me?” There’s no way; this must be another dream. He pinches the inside of his arm and feels a small sting of pain. No, this is real. 

You nod. “Is…is that okay?” You look up at him through wide, wondering eyes.

“Fuck yeah, it’s okay. More than okay. I’ve wanted you since…forever, Sweetheart.”

You offer a sly smile as you take away the blanket to straddle his waist. You point to the wet spot on his crotch. “Think you can get it up again? For me?”

“For you? Of course.”

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#requests #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic #fanfic #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things

[heartfullofleeches]

Ok this is a little self insert but i couldn't stop thinking about this all week, C.C with a reader who thinks they're undeserving of stuff even tho they work hard ( you can see I'm going through it )

Let me explain, like they'll walk through the mall and see something that they like and would phisically have to turn away cause they think they don't deserve it and everytime they do this they look like they're in pain and stuff cause they are , emotionally.

Another thing they don't let C.C buy them stuff even if he offered with the excuse ,, but what are you going to buy me on my birthday" cause their birthday Is the only day that they cant say no

( sorry if it was a little but long )

It's his fifth run of the week. The incubus complained about forgetting to by a belt to match the new skirt he bought when he probably had a dozen in his horde to go with it. Exploring the mall, you stuck to your boyfriend's- not that he'd let you go far; complimenting every impulse buy and keeping your eyes on him to avoid gazing at shop windows. Still, you couldn't help but look at look around as you waited for him to exit the dressing room. You immediately regret the decision as you catch sight of a jacket that'd go great in your imaginary wardrobe. It's just take up space in your real one, so there was no point in dwelling on it.

"Hey babe, star buckle or heart?... Hm?" C.C marches over to see what's for you in a trance, bending with his hands to his knees as he whispers - "so - what are we staring at?"

You snap back to reality- eyes pointed down at his skirt. " Oh - uh, looks great, C."

He frowns. "This is the one I came in here with."

"..Still looks good on you."

He bounces to his feet with a sigh. "True - but this skirt just doesn't agree...." He trails off as he catches sight of something over your shoulder - sprinting of towards the mannequin wearing the same jacket you had noticed and tearing it off it's arms.

"Oh my gosh, isn't this just the cutest??? I was needing a new coat too so it's perfect timing. Think it'll look good on me, baby?"

Your shoulder slump. "Yeah....I'm sure it will."

C.C pays for his items and skips merrily out the mall with his task complete; bags in one hand and your hand in the other. He walks over to a bench and takes out his new coat, tearing off the tags and placing them and the receipt in the cigarette tray above the trashcan. He whips out his lighter and sets both ablaze as he faces you.

"Now I can't return this.... Alright, you little shit - how much longer are we going to play this game?"

"What are you talking about?"

C.C stomps over to you, shoving the jacket into your chest. "You want this fuckin' thing and don't try to deny it. It's true it would look amazing on me, but it would look even better on my boo. You are mine, right?."

"I-I guess, but-

"But nothing. You deserve every fucking thing your beautiful heart desires and it's my job as your man to give it to you." He pulls the jacket away, walking over to a puddle by the road. " - but if you really don't want it, you should have no problem with me throwing it away."

"Don't!" You run over to stop him - his fingers losing hold only when you're in range to grab the coat as it falls. The demon sports a grin as you discover the jacket is in your exact size. He pulls you in with an arm around your waist, nuzzling and placing a kiss to your cheek.

"Don't feel bad about wanting things, Y/n. Life is meant to be lived to the fullest and material objects are just another part of it. If it'll make you happy then let it. Plus, it's sorta my job to lead you down the path of temptation as a demon and all - but I'm your boyfriend first and more importantly.

You shut an eye as he kisses near your lids. "Thank, C.C..."

"Don't mention it. Now c'mon - we gotta get back before the deliveries get there."

"You order more things when we we're literally still at the mall?"

"Pfft - you think I'm blind? Baby, I watch you literally every second we're in that place because if I don't some little tramp might try to snatch you up. Guess you'll be sitting pretty on my lap tonight cuz it's Christmas time for you~"

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere blurb #male yandere #yandere insert #yandere imagines #yandere oc #yandere incubus #soft yandere #yandere fluff #C.C my oc #yandere demon

[randomdragonfires]

it's me, hi!

Hello everyone! it's me - randomdragonfires/sam and this is my new blog!

This is a note for anyone who remembers me - hello, I'm back here, I suppose! First off, I'm going to say this: I'm genuinely sorry to those whom I worried while I took off without saying a word. I was gone a whole month and I left no way to be contacted. I can understand how that could worry those of you who cared, and I should have acted better.

I left for a bit simply because I needed to catch a breath. Writing started to seem a bit like a chore, and there was too much about the fandom that made me sad, frustrated, angry and petty each time I opened my feed. I was not writing and I was not a happy participant - there was very little reason for me to stay and make myself miserable, when I could have been clearing my head, giving myself space and falling in love with writing for fandom all over again.

Which is what I've been doing in the past month.

Deleting my tumblr and discord was not a decision I made impulsively. I had been considering it for weeks, and I am glad I did. Now, after a clean long break, I've come back with a much more healthier relationship with this blog and the fandom, and I'm genuinely in a better space. I look forward to writing and posting here again too.

I've missed it so much more than you know.

that's great, Sam! so, how have you been?

It's good. It's bumpy and weird, but things are good. I hope they've been good for you guys too. <3

If this is your next question, then here it is!

I've been very busy. I work a 9-6 job as a creative writer 6 days a week and I also study for my executive masters program (in journalism and PR, if you're wondering) when I'm not working. I'm involved in a few freelance projects and when I'm not doing any of this, I prefer to read or sleep or go on fast hour-long walks; simply because it all keeps me away from my electronics. I'm constantly drained creatively, and it sucks - but I'm also engaged 24x7, learning something new and doing productive things.

will you be writing again?

If this is something that you're wondering about, then yes. I do plan on writing. I am starting a series that I am trying to pour my entire soul into - but it is going slowly. Like I mentioned, I have a tight schedule and it keeps me busy every second of the day, so I write when I can.

I plan on announcing my new series with a story masterpost anytime now. If you're interested, perhaps you should keep an eye on this space!

I will also be reuploading a selected collection of some of my work from my old blog - so if you'd like to give those a revisit, then feel free to!

that's it from me!

I'm happy to be back in the thick of things, and I hope that, to some extent, you're glad to see me back too. I'm here to be a positive, non-problematic presence that writes good fic, supports other artists, and is happy about it. Negativity in excess had me step away once, and I hope I'll never have to do that again.

Let's all be kinder, or at least try. :)

#sam's shitposts #hotd writers

[itsclydebitches]

The amount of times RWBY wants us to feel scared for the safety of characters while conveniently forgetting Aura exists is staggering. Neo attacks Ruby with the intent to kill but her Aura is still active. James almost shoots Marrow with the intent to kill but his Aura is still active. Watts hacks an Atlesian Knight to run towards Qrow, Robyn and the Ace Ops with the intent to explode but their Auras are still all active. Sure the attacks would hurt like hell but they're not gonna kill, why should I fear for their safety?

If we're being generous (I'm having a good night lol) I suppose we could read moments like James vs. Marrow as shocking not because it would be a one-shot death sentence, but because he's threatening - in general - to take Marrow down. Sort of the equivalent of an IRL person raising their fists. Is that an immediate threat to the person's life? No. Are you making it clear that you're willing to fight over this while also ambiguously leaving it open how far you're willing to take things? Yeah.

You're right though, too often RWBY relies on average action threats (a pistol, an explosion, etc.) to raise the stakes without taking into account that none of that should be very scary to our protagonists. Not until their aura breaks (and we have no sense of when that will happen, despite them all supposedly carrying Scrolls to tell them. Which I get because if RWBY introduced clear thresholds of when aura breaks they'd have to actually abide by that rule). I feel the same way about characters about to fall: Ruby hanging off the airship with Neo, Ruby hanging off the cliff while fighting Cordovin, Ruby and Oscar both going down in an airship. The very first technique we're shown is a landing strategy, so how is falling from a massive height - even while taking into account other factors like, say, snagging the farm boy who never went to Huntsmen school and might need to use you as a personal parachute - meant to be taken as a serious threat?

In this regard the void of Volume 8 is actually a GREAT idea. Suddenly your landing strategy doesn't mean a thing if you have nowhere to land. Suddenly a single hit can be a threat. Not because the hit itself would seriously hurt you, but because it might knock you off the edge. I actually love the concept of Yang falling at the start of that fight, RWBY just did such a horrific job of executing it that there's nothing left for me to enjoy. Why does Yang panic like that when, as established, a single hit from Neo is not going to kill Ruby, or even seriously hurt her? Why is she jumping in front of her sister at all when the entire POINT (supposedly) of her Volume 3+ arc was to learn fight smarter, rather than relying on emotional impulsivity? (I will seriously never be over how that moment is an exact repeat of Yang trying to save Blake and yet the show doesn't seem to realize that.) Why does only Blake have a reaction to Yang "dying"? Why didn't the whole team of talented fighters with various ranged weaponry/magic/speed make a serious attempt to catch her?

All of this isn't even taking into account how Yang, as someone who powers up via taking hits, should consistently be standing her ground like she did against the mech, knowing her aura will not only save her, but give her an advantage. She's the tank. If Yang had gotten in front of Ruby with a confident, calm expression that conveyed her understanding that Neo can't one-shot her aura like Adam once did, taking the hit both to spare Ruby's aura and power her semblance as a strategic decision (give her a smirk and a taunting line like, "Thanks for the boost" before knocking Neo back), then later falls some other way after her team tries and fails to save her... that would have been so much better imo.

Yang's lack of engagement with her semblance has been especially frustrating for me after her line about how Adam "cheats." If Yang thinks it sucks that she has to take a beating to gain an edge... show her actually taking a beating to gain an edge. You know, like the show once did. It would be so badass to watch Yang getting in the way of all the attacks against her team, toeing the line between safety and breaking her own aura, before finally EXPLODING with a massive attack she's been saving up for, making that sacrifice worth it.

(Also potentially devastating if she's taking those hits with turning the tide in mind... but then she falls before she can see her plan through.)

#rwde #rwby #mymetas

[cloveroctobers]

SHELTER — E.BUCKLEY | sept. prompts !

A/N: okay I failed myself in saying I wouldn’t fall victim to being in love with Buck…sorry Eddie. I also did say I was going to write for Eddie too in my other sept. prompt but when you do dives on tiktok they always provide the tea/controversy so idk rn lol maybe,,,maybe not! if you catch my drift—it’s giving thee ick. Anyways here’s some fluff! I’ve been binge-watching the show for awhile now ( I occasionally watched it from time to time when it was live on tv) from the beginning and I’m currently half way through season five and don’t want to get to season six just yet since who knows when the next season will be. I’m looking at you companies who feel like it’s okay to take advantage of people :) 🖕🏾

Prompts are from here + I’m using: 22.) Misty morning at the beach + 23.) Cold night cuddles + 29.) Rain storm

WARNINGS: mentions of mental health + hints of SAD, mentions of cults, mentions of death, slight language, protectiveness + fluff.

*GIF AND PHOTO DO NOT BELONG TO ME!

˚ ༘ ೀ ☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓˚ ༘ ೀ ☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓˚ ༘ ೀ ☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾

there was something about September’s that never sat right with Amaryllis, “Lissy.” It always brought nothing but gloom along with dread to her entire being and perhaps it had to do with her upbringing (was it the fact that her father was also born in September?) that set the chemicals off in her brain; even if she didn’t intentionally think about it. It always happened around this time but Lissy knew what it was physically but learned to push it away especially when the disappearance of Maddie came to surface.

And when she returned to Buck’s place spotting the purple bruise that took up a good portion of his eye, she also stuffed this dull feeling further away although it almost always still lingered no matter how much she shooed it away. When she witnessed the harm done to Buck, her instinct was to immediately go after the person who gave that to Buck. Her gut feeling was telling her that this didn’t come from work, of course it could have (being a old fire fighter herself) if things went left on the job but Lissy’s seen enough wounds in her life to know this was blunt force inflicted by someone else.

Her fiancé couldn’t lie for anything, trying his best to dodge her brown eyes and move around the house but once someone brought anguish to her man, a fire bubbled in her chest. She was always ready to protect despite knowing Buck’s impulsive behavior, she was already pointing the finger at someone else. Until she learned it came from Chimney, which made her stand frozen at the top of the steps that led to Buck’s bedroom.

“I’m sorry, who?” Lissy had her eyes in slits, making sure what she heard was right.

Buck peered down at his folded hands as he took a seat on the edge of the bed, “It was Chimney, okay? He found out that I knew more than he did about Maddie and he didn’t take it so well.”

“…I understand being frustrated but taking it out on you is not okay.”

Buck held his head down as he whispered, “Maybe I should have been more vocal about what Maddie was going through…then maybe just maybe my sister would be here right now.”

Lissy bit down on her bottom lip harshly. She also knew about Maddie’s mishap with Jee-Yun when Buck told her one night—just venting and she didn’t say anything to Chimney either, her concern was also just trying to talk to Maddie and check in with her but unfortunately that was not enough. If Chimney knew this would he have taken his anger out on Lissy too? Regardless Lissy was the type of person to always have her guard up with a smile yet she was also good friends with Chimney, he was a great friend but she wouldn’t lie and say she also wasn’t pissed with him right now.

She was just itching to call him up or pull up on him to give him a piece of her mind too. Lissy knew what mountains of pain can do to you and sometimes you don’t react the way that you should, which is why she tried her best to swallow her anger so that she could comfort the man she gets to call her husband some day.

“We don’t know that,” Lissy starts as she steps to Buck to grip his warm face, “because Maddie is going through a dark space and she wants to figure it out on her own, without us, when she doesn’t have to but felt like that was her best option for her and Jee. Sure we absolutely could have mentioned it to Chimney but Maddie is always going to seek help the best way she knows how. That’s just how she is, we know that and it’s not any of our faults or her���s. Life is hard sometimes…even harder when your head is against you opposed to your heart…and I’ll forever stand by the fact that you did not deserve what Howard did. You hear me?”

Buck wouldn’t meet Lissy’s ink colored eyes but she fought to catch his and when his fresh spring rain colored ones met her’s, he held her stare. Her eyes swam with so much determination and care, although he didn’t necessarily believe or agree with what the woman with the simmering auburn hair was saying to him in this moment, he felt how sincere her words were.

She was always going to be by his side, much like his big sister was, even if it was at a distance for a split time.

Maddie’s time.

“I love you Liss,” Buck croaked out, his hands sliding over her hips to lock around the small of her back before pressing his cheek into her stomach.

Her hands cradled the back of his shoulders and the other pressed to the back of his head. She leans down to place a kiss to the top of his deep brown hair, “And I love you back.”

A trip to the east coast was a drastic change in weather and scenery. Buck was originally from the east coast so this felt familiar while Lissy’s roots were in South Carolina. She came up with the idea to go on this trip to just get away from everything, even if it was only for a weekend. Buck was reluctant to go on his trip since he felt like maybe he should be out there with Chimney and his niece searching for Maddie, if he picked up his damn phone that is! Chimney did however when Lissy called him the next night while Buck was in the shower. Although in Buck’s perspective, he just wanted to know where Maddie is and if she was safe. If she left without him or Chimney, then there was a reason for that. That was something he understood although Chimney did not.

“Hello, Amaryllis.” Chimney greeted dryly as he decided to answer that night.

No one’s ever simply called Lissy by her government really—unless you were her wicked deceased father, everyone had nicknames in the 118 family but they both knew this conversation would be serious. Chimney kept the phone ringing for what seemed like forever and Lissy was also prepared to leave a voicemail if needed.

Lissy scoffed, “huh. Howard. so glad you know how to pick up a phone. I have something very simple to tell you so I’ll keep this brief. Don’t you ever put your hands on Buck like that again, or we’re definitely going to have some problems and I don’t want to have a problem with you brother-in-law.”

“Oh, Is that so?”

“That’s what I said, yeah.”

“Imagine if Maddie did what Buck did, how exactly would you feel?”

“I wouldn’t put my hands on another abused woman that’s for damn sure.”

Chimney’s quiet then, “no you probably wouldn’t…but I’m not ready to forgive Buck so tell him to stop trying to reach out and you can also cut the shit with your threats.”

Chimney knows Lissy’s backstory and how much that screwed her brain up, considering they had to pull her in on a case that had to do with cults once in the outskirts of the city.

She had to get into the mind of a cult-leader much like her own father was. That was what really pushed her to seek out help again (the years of dealing with child psychologists would forever be embedded into her brain) and it really wasn’t that long ago that Lissy stopped. After all, maybe she understood Maddie more than she was letting on, although it was different with Maddie being a mother and Lissy handling childhood trauma, she was still the most empathic; which commonly threw others for a loop majority of the time. However Chimney’s anger was blinding everything and he couldn’t be reasonable right now.

Lissy states, “As long as I make myself clear.”

“Well let me make this clear to you, Maddie is the mother of my child, I love her and she deserves to be here with us. She deserves to know that she’s not a terrible person or mother although I’m ticked with her too but Jee-Yun deserves a mother in her life! I can’t just sit on my ass like Buck and let her figure this all out on her own. what kind of man would I be if I wasn’t by her side?”

Lissy talks with experience,“I get that Chimney and we love her too, never stopped. Maddie practically raised Buck so why would you think for one second that he would ever stop loving her? because he chose a different route than you would? He’s her brother. I get that you want to be there but not everyone heals the best or copes well when their loved ones are hovering, especially if they’re afraid to hurt them again.”

“Maddie never hurt anyone! Don’t you get it?!”

More than he would ever know.

“She doesn’t see it that way.”

Chimney snaps, “You seem to have the answers for everything don’t you Amaryllis? do you know where Maddie’s run off to huh? Are you also keeping secrets like your shit stain of a fiancé?”

“I’m telling you to watch how you talk about him,” Lissy deeply exhales her warning as her fingernails dig into the palm of her hand, while she stands at the island counter before carrying on with her phone pressed to her ear, “Buck is still your chosen family and you love him too despite the anger you’re throwing around. I hope you get through that at some point, Howard. Best of luck to you, give Jee my love.”

Her calm demeanor irritated Chimney so he finalizes, “I won’t, so save it.”

And with that the line goes dead.

When she’s off the phone, she’s pinching at the space in between her brows and jumps a bit as she feels hands circle around her waist. She smells Buck’s body wash of Cedarwood, Vetiver, tangerine, and Oud before he presses his chin into her shoulder.

“Everything okay?” he quietly asks, his voice almost soothing that feeling that wants to seep upwards to her brain again.

A small smile stretches onto her full lips as she rests a hand right on top of Buck’s locked ones that are wrapped around her waist, “it will be, baby. What do you think about heading out to Hampton Beach this weekend?”

“Like? New Hampshire?” Buck questions, a slight furrow appearing against his brows, “Not that I wouldn’t love a baecay with you but is now really the best time for that?”

Lissy snorts at the nickname for vacation which lets her know he’s been watching some vlogs again and says, “everyone needs a get away once in awhile. We can discuss it more over dinner…so what are we feeling tonight? Anything except Thai, my stomach needs a break, Ev.”

He raises his hands in surrender as Lissy turns to face him. His eyes scan over her face, noticing the bags on her pretty freckled face that slowly became more prominent. She still looked stunning to him in any state and when she sent him a sweet smile that usually seemed to reach her eyes, he couldn’t tell her no.

“How about Venezuelan?” It was one of her favorites and Buck knew how to compromise in this loving relationship, “and that trip? I’ll really think about it.”

He couldn’t promise but since his mind was always running, he knew he would anyway.

With some persuasion from mainly Bobby and everyone else, that’s how Buck and Lissy were on a flight to “The Switzerland of America!”

Lissy’s not sure how long she’s been awake in the bed post, laying beside Buck, head resting on her tucked hands as she stares out towards the curtain covered window. The hotel was surely giving bed and breakfast with its colonial style and old like furniture but felt charming nonetheless. That’s until the creaking sounded with each movement, more so than at night that had her questioning if there were ghosts watching them sleep which happened to be much louder than Buck’s snoring apparently.

The auburn haired woman completely forgot to put a nose strip on him when they got here while he shuffled around in the bed like he commonly did but after the afternoon flight, they rushed up to their room, shared a shower and went downstairs to the tavern in the late afternoon a little before it closed at five for: one glass of Riesling and a bottle of Heineken for Buck, a cup of chowder on the side that Buck raved about, whereas Lissy personally thought it was bland and steak tips for himself, while Lissy went for the linguini tossed with herb roasted vegetables, which of course Buck teased her for.

“You’re not getting any of my beef, those veggies are not gonna feel you up, babe.” Buck laughed as he stabbed his fork into the steak.

Which wasn’t necessarily true since he had no issue sharing a spoon full of chowder about ten minutes ago before their main dishes came out.

Lissy hummed, disagreeing since she was definitely a pasta loving woman and got filled off carbs pretty quick but decided to taunt the man as she said, “I’ve already had my share earlier in the shower don’t you remember? I think I’ll be just fine.”

Buck stopped chewing to meet Lissy’s wink and had a few flashbacks of what was supposed to be a innocent shower turned not so innocent, “Behave.”

Now it was Saturday morning and she was awake before Buck. Lately she’s been waking up pretty early although she mainly worked the night time shift as a medical examiner, which Buck hated if she stayed over at his place. They hardly got the chance to spend nights together with their hectic schedules. Trust this wasn’t always Lissy’s desired path of careers but ultimately it probably made the most sense. With Lissy’s draining violent and psychological upbringing, she thought she would never see the light of day until she got away from the farm and was placed into an orphanage and then a helpful foster home that ended up wanting to adopt her.

She learned so much throughout her twenty-eight years of life and wanted to provide some sort of comfort to those who have passed on along with those that lost them. She wasn’t able to do that for her own mother who died not long after the birth of her baby sister, granted she was only six but she had to witness it. At least with death on the farm where the cult her father led, they gave each a proper send off.

That always stuck with Amaryllis no matter how twisted it may seem to outsiders.

“What are we doing today?” Buck says with sleep still deep in his tone, pressing his nose into Lissy’ shoulder, breathing her in, as he curls up against her.

It’s seven-nineteen in the morning.

Lissy blinks, “let’s go to the beach.”

“To get our early morning work out in? We didn’t get to go on our walk last night, so hell yeah, let’s go!”

Buck is full of cheers but Lissy let’s out a small laugh.

“I didn’t say all that. We’re on vacation! Who wants to work out on vacation?”

Gym rats, that’s who! Buck was 75% there.

“I’m gonna have alcohol poisoning by how many times you say ‘vacation’ on this trip aren’t I?”

“Oh, Shut up, Ev.”

Buck got used to Lissy appreciating the little things and yeah he found it enduring. Although he initially thought of someplace better than New Hampshire, he still planned on taking her all over the world since she never had that experience. Buck wanted to try his damn hardest to give Lissy the world.

Once upon a time, Lissy had a sheltered life, it was what she was used to and Buck was rebellious and always strived to do what someone told him not to do. They might have not liked it but at least he was able to say he fucking did it no matter the outcome.

Take that how you will.

And he found something special in the woman that lay before him. He wanted to share and see the world with her because there was no one else he wanted or imagined that more with. She made him happy and feel truly understood, always ready to listen to his side first, to be adventurous, and open to loving all that he is. In a way sure she made him nervous at times, since he’s never felt like he could be so raw in relationships before but he didn’t have to question when it came to her.

He guess it was true when they say you know you found the one the day you peer into their eyes long enough.

He’s chuckling before he presses a kiss to her clothed shoulder underneath the sheets, turning over his shoulder to reach for his phone to peer at the time since the alarm clock was turned on a odd angle on Lissy’s side of the bed.

“Eh, I’d rather lay here a little longer first. Let’s get up around seven-thirty or seven-forty five, huh?”

They were both early birds.

“Sure,” Lissy shrugs as Buck gets comfortable throwing his arm over her comforter covered body.

His touch was all she needed to close her eyes.

It was eight fifty when they settled onto the beach which was eight minutes away by car. The plaid blanket Lissy had spread out for them on the sand was just enough as they sat shoulder to shoulder, eyes out on the pale blue-gray waves that spun around on this Misty morning on the beach. Buck had his cup of flat white coffee, which he had to switch with Lissy since his iced coffee was too cold for him now on this sixty-five degree beach. He didn’t even care for coffee like that but he really got accustomed to it once he became a firefighter and it kept him wide-awake during over-time shifts.

“You know? this flat white isn’t too bad. It’s not what you always get right?”

Lissy’s nose crinkles a bit in humor as she sips at the cold iced mocha, which was a little too sweet for her liking but she masked it well, “I asked for extra milk and two sugars just in case.”

“So you knew—wow.” Buck stuck his tongue into his cheek, “You really do love me.”

“Yeah I do and don’t you forget it,” Lissy playfully pointed at the blond who slipped a hand around her back to rub as she leaned into him so he could kiss her temple and provide some warmth back.

And they sunk into each other as they watched the ocean come alive. Normally Buck didn’t mind the ocean but after with what happened with Christopher…the thought of the big body of water did give him a bit of anxiety until therapy gave him some peace. It also helped that he always had the love of his life to steer his mind away from the worries of life…for a little while at least.

The beach was serene and there werent too many people around that lingered yards away; Buck was sure that would be a complete contrast as the town rose to the day despite the gloom the skies brought.

Buck mumbled against Lissy’s hair, “Will you still say the same when I kick your butt at the arcade when it opens later?”

“Thats debatable.”

“I knew it,” Buck shared a laugh with the freckled face woman.

The couple later ventured off to another restaurant on the boardwalk for lunch around eleven thirty, eating lightly since their bellies were slightly full from the coffee before trailing down the boardwalk hand in hand. From souvenir shops where they got dorky but cute matching lounge shirts, to candy stores where Buck had a field day and wanted to take some home for Christopher since he was sure he would eat his share before they boarded the plane on Sunday afternoon, to finally stopping at a jewelry shop where Lissy went crazy buying all sorts of crystals that Buck still had no idea what they even mean. She even bought him a little glass turtle necklace that he just had to proudly wear around for the rest of the evening.

They ended up at the arcade by five pm and it was basically all fun between the two. Of course both wanted to win and it was close but the last game…Lissy had Buck in the end.

Literally and figuratively.

Buck sighs, “Alright fine, what do you want?”

“Kiss my ring first.”

“Oh this ring? The 1.5ct 18k opal stone with Moissanite accents? I don’t think your partner would like that very much.” He’s holding onto her fingers with pride and a smirk.

“Who’s to say he’s the one who gave it to me? Perhaps I’ve made this purchase all on my own, Mr.! Loving yourself first is the true key to finding love in someone else.”

“Well that’s true and I can’t be mad at that…but just curious, did you find that somebody?”

Lissy grins up at Buck as she locks her arms over his shoulders and Buck keeps his hands playfully raised, “I sure did, sugar. I’m looking right at him.”

And Buck seals her words with a kiss, guiding her right by the chin so their lips could meet. Buck can feel the soft tickle of her breath beneath his nose as they held each other in place, before they slowly moved their lips together in sync. His rosy lips were always so soft against her full and sweet ones and Lissy never got tired of kissing Buck. He always held her with so much tenderness and any day in his arms felt like a vacation to her.

When they broke apart, forehead to forehead, her round eyes flicked up to Buck’s awaiting spring floating into summer eyes, “I want the stuffed lobster.”

Buck snorted as he rolls his eyes up to the ceiling a bit, “yeah, of course you do. C’mon then.”

She bounced on her toes, letting her hands slide down from his chest just for him to grip her hand once more, leading her to the counter to claim her gift.

They’re back on the boardwalk with Buck snapping solo pictures of Lissy modeling at ease (along with off guard ones) with the vibrant red lobster and people moving about. It’s around seven with the sky slowly shifting to navy and the puff of clouds remaining gray; the air is still steamy but breezy and the married couple to be realizes their time on the illuminated boardwalk will be cut short as a single raindrop falls to the center of Lissy’s parted hair.

“Hey,” Lissy peeks up at the sky then, while Buck is getting his poses out in the mirror outside with a bucket hat and shades on.

Buck is asking Eddie on FaceTime, “How do I look man?”

“Like an assclown.” Lissy hears as she looks around the boardwalk, noticing that people began to take cover into the nearby stores.

Lissy takes that as a sign and starts, “Ev…”

Just as the rain begins pelting hard against the wooden walkway, giving the indication that it would definitely hurt if they decided to run through it.

“Liss?” Buck calls out as he watches her balance the stuffed lobster in between her thighs then gathered her blown out hair up into claw clip after quickly tying it into a ponytail, “Eddie it’s down pouring. I’ll call you later!”

She steps back into the hard rain, a single arm spread out in her copper sweater, while the other holds her lobster, russet dress underneath twirling a bit with a spin she does, a wide smile spreading out onto her lips as she calls out over the loud water, “let’s go!”

He calls back, “Where to?”

“Anywhere!” She laughs and Buck can’t help but to shake his head as he tosses the hat back on the hook then places the shades onto the near by table.

He runs out to her then, interlacing his soft but strong hand into her own, water saturating both of their faces harshly and he dips his head at Liss before they take off together into the rain storm full of laughter and full of love.

Buck and Lissy couldn’t tell you how long they sat in the rental car but it wasn’t nearly as long as they ran in the rain together. He questioned if it would be weird ordering some delivery service for dinner to arrive at the hotel that had a tavern downstairs but Lissy simply shrugged her shoulders as her drying hair became bigger in its natural state.

Buck left briefly to sit in front of the fireplace outside of the tavern in the lobby which reminded him of his stuffy grandparents living room, waiting on their dinner after yet another lengthy shower. Everything seemed to be more in slow motion, like time was infinite for them both. When their dinner arrived, Buck wasted no time getting back to their charming bedroom to see Lissy sitting cross legged on the bed, still in a robe eating a mud pie that looked real familiar on the menu last night.

“No way are you eating that without me.” Buck comments as he places the bag onto the desk nearby.

Lissy covers her mouth as she tries to chew through the heaviness, “surprise! I’ll share.”

“How nice of you,” Buck laughs as he begins taking the containers of food out just for Lissy to appear behind him holding the dessert up to his lips with a fork.

Buck sighs in contentment, opening his eyes back to see Lissy nodding at him in agreement, “That has no business being that freaking good…you think we can have that as the wedding cake?

Lissy’s chest swells just thinking about the day, although they haven’t set a date yet and Buck talks about the wedding more than she does lately, it still brings her immense joy that someone like Buck would want to do life with her. He was patient and she learned all about his past relationships, which were way more than her’s—which she didn’t judge him for by any means but sometimes she still had to pinch herself to see if this was all real.

“It’s certainly a option, baby.” She runs her fingers over his stubble.

Together they sit back against the bed, Lissy in between Buck’s legs as they eat out of their containers of food, Lissy holding her own in her lap while Buck’s is off to the side of his, the brick wall behind the post bed makes the room chiller but being in each other’s space was all the shelter they need.

Lissy finds herself turning over her shoulder to look at Buck as he’s stuffing his face. When he feels her dark eyes burning into him, he flicks his gaze away from his meal, cheeks full as he sends a boyish laugh her way with a lift of his chin.

“Stop looking at me Mrs. Buck and eat your food.” He says, holding her stare as a single hand gets lost in her much thicker auburn hair.

Lissy laughs, “only if we can have a late night cuddle?”

“Is that not what we’re doing?” Buck asks, sliding his hand to rest back on her thigh.

Lissy shrugs as she faces her meal again, “I’m actually kinda cold.”

“What? Not my woman who likes to keep the thermostat on Antarctica. Wait…are you wearing anything under there?” Buck slides his hand up her torso first but she slaps his hand from lifting the opening of the robe.

She wags her finger in front of Buck’s eyes repeating, “Not uh, eat your food.”

Buck rolls his head around with a groan, “well how am I supposed to eat this if I’m curious now?”

“Just look at Brutus over there.” She points at the stuffed lobster that sits in the desk chair.

Buck pursed his lips after a moment, “My god that thing is ugly.”

“Don’t talk about our son like that!”

“Our what?” Buck side eyed Lissy who fought back a laugh.

“He has feelings.”

“Babe, I don’t know if you know this but that’s a stuffed animal and it doesn’t have emotions.”

“That’s the problem with men, y’all don’t know how to be in touch with your feelings.”

“Now wait a minute,” Buck frowns, “Karen or was it May? Somebody! did tell me I’m a cancer moon or something like that. I think I’m very much in touch with my feelings.”

“Hmm, I’m still in disbelief and think you’re more on the Gemini-Cancer cusp.”

Buck blinks, “yeah…whatever that means but it feels offensive so I think we’re ready for bed now.”

“I didn’t finish my nachos,” Lissy whines as Buck is closing up their containers and moving them elsewhere.

Buck shrugs as he leans back against the pillows still sitting up somewhat and pulls Lissy to rest against his chest, “Too bad. It’s my turn to hold you tonight, you did say you were cold and I don’t want you getting sick.”

Lissy huffs as she nestled her cheek into his chest, “…I won’t complain.”

“I know you won’t,” Buck laughs as he squeezes her shoulder and let’s his other hand rest on her hip.

She leans a kiss on his neck and before she can close her eyes for the night, she spies the light box on his side of the bed. She fears that feeling will come back and settle in like dry cement once they’re both back in Los Angeles but for tonight, she revels in the safety of Buck’s arms.

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#911 fox #911 abc #9 1 1 #911 show #evan buckley #evan buck buckely #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley x female reader #buck x reader #evan buckley x black! reader #oliver stark #maddie buckley #howard han #maddie x chimney #Eddie Diaz #christopher diaz #september prompts #queued

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Unpopular Doctor Who opinions:

Rose wasn’t awful, she was 19. She acted like a 19 year old. Rose was selfish & whiny because she was 19!!! She’s viewed as awful because it was weird the Doctor was romantically interested in her. He didn’t treat her well. Jackie Tyler was a great mom and I’m glad she slapped the Doctor in the face. She knew it was weird that they were traveling together. And from the outside it is fucking weird. The Doctor groomed her.

Martha deserved better than being the Doctor’s ‘rebound.’ She was a person that should’ve been treated like one in her own right. She had her own personality that was watered down whenever the Doctor was around. Except towards the end of her arc she really came into her own.

Donna didn’t put the Doctor on a pedestal and they had the best relationship because of it. They truly were best friends. They weren’t using each other, there wasn’t a horribly obvious weird power dynamic. I think the Doctor was more authentic with her. He felt his most comfortable with Donna.

Making Amy attracted to the Doctor ruined their arc. They would’ve been better friends, if the writers didn’t include that. Rory too, him and the Doctor would’ve been much closer. The Doctor had a fatherly love for Amy and the writers having her sexually assault him multiple times ruined it.

Sidenote: it’s gross the writers keep trying to make a romance happen between the Doctor & people he met when they were children.

River and The Doctor’s relationship is the third real relationship for the Doctor. It’s incredibly toxic, but raw & real. It’s one very fitting for the Doctor. I’m absolutely in love with River’s impulsive nature, her shoot first ask questions later style. This might upset people but I think the Doctor loved River so much because parts of her reminded him of the Master. River parallels the Master. They’re both deeply sensitive, intelligent, impulsive, they even brag about the horrible things they do. They both love a grand entrance and putting on a show. In another universe the Master & River would reign the multiverse together. The only thing stopping them is their love for the Doctor.

The Doctor is a deeply flawed hero and that’s what makes them interesting. They’re not a hero we should idolize or look up to. In my mind that’s the point. They they make difficult decisions, while also making mistakes. The Doctor thinks they’re alone all the time not just because of death but they realize how superficial most of their friendships are. What they don’t realize is that they did to themselves. They’re guarded (understandably) cold with their companions (especially 13)

13 is a much darker Doctor than people realize. She’s outwardly sunshine and rainbows, has a very warm disposition but in reality she’s cold, viewed her companions as employees, and was awful to Yaz. She kept Yaz on her hook much like 10 did with Rose, except without a real conversation. I don’t hate how she is, I think she’s a very interesting juxtaposition to 12. Who was more outwardly cold, but internally very warm & caring. I am not shocked we’re seeing darker more emotionally distant iterations of the Doctor. I think the trauma is catching up with them.

Yaz deserved to have a personality outside of making the Doctor happy. Fanfic writers have done much more justice to her character than the show writers. I am happy Yaz left when she did. I’m disappointed we won’t see the personal growth and realizations she’s going to have not being with the Doctor. Also there was no reason she had to be 19.

Doctor/Companion romances are always problematic, and at the same time it’s okay to ship them. However for the show it’s weird the Doctor keeps falling for 19 year olds. Finding out Yaz was 19 was shocking. The problem with them is that the Doctor is almost always placed on a pedestal with their companions. I think a lot of the romance they feel is not real love, it’s an addiction to having someone look up to them. They love the power they hold. Which makes sense given the fact their ex is the Master. (There’s too much evidence to view them as only friends) The Master clearly worships the Doctor and is obsessed with the idea with taking down their god. Putting them on the same level so they can be together again. It’s odd to have a family show highlight toxic relationships and not call them toxic. If you describe the Doctor to anyone who doesn’t watch the show it sounds like the Doctor grooms their companions, and in some ways they do.

My opinions are my own and they’re subject to change. I will edit and change my post accordingly. This is will always be open and feel free to comment your own unpopular opinions. I will be adding more of my own as i think of them.

#Doctor who #unpopular opinions #doctorwhoopnions #the Doctor #the master #River song #Amy pond #rose Tyler #Jackie tyler #donna noble

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try to be patient (learning how to live)

It’s Saturday afternoon and there’s no class on Monday and Jimmy is about two miles away from HCU, about to have a very good 3-day weekend. A great weekend even, if his friends and Tango's too would stop assuming they're going to have sex all weekend. They haven't even talked about sex. Not that that's going to cause problems, of course not. sequel to let's ditch the dance floor also on AO3 (3611 words)

Jimmy has his phone to his ear and it’s been ringing for several minutes by the time the door opens. “Finally,” he sighs in relief. “Hey babe,” he says to the person opening the door: Impulse, not his boyfriend, who he’d been expecting.

Without missing a beat, Impulse, who is actually Tango’s roommate, grins widely and replies, “Hi snookums!” Behind him, Skizz, another one of Tango’s roommates pops up to investigate.

In his ear, Jimmy finally hears the sound of his call connecting. “Hi honey,” Tango says in a rush. In the background of the call and also in person, from behind Impulse and Skizz, is the sound of something crashing.

It’s all entirely too much. “Save me,” Jimmy groans and hangs up.

It’s Saturday afternoon and there’s no class on Monday and Jimmy is about two miles away from HCU, about to have a very good 3-day weekend. On Friday, after Joel got of work, he and Jimmy drove the few hours back home, grabbing lunch at the same middle-of-nowhere Mexican place that they always stop at, the one that’s a 20-minute detour, that they first stopped at way back when Jimmy was still nervous about driving on highways.

And then, because it was the start of a 3-day weekend and because Grian had set up a group chat at the start of the semester to demand it, they went to Pearl’s parents’ house to eat pizza and get drunk and celebrate being in the same space again. It was like a high school reunion but better, because it was only people he cared about—Grian and Pearl and Martyn and BigB and Netty—and Joel got to be there too because he was annoying about it.

And then, some time before noon, Jimmy woke up with a wicked headache, chugged a bottle of Gatorade, and drove a couple hours here, stopping only for McDonald’s once he stopped feeling nauseous. Drove here, because Tango had invited him over for the long weekend, promising a quiet place to catch up on homework and Tango’s bed to sleep in and an empty apartment until Monday evening, when he’d have to be back on the road anyway.

Jimmy had hoped Tango’s roommates would’ve already left, but clearly not. “Hi Impulse, hi Skizz,” he greets them, trying very hard not to be embarrassed.

“Aw, I’m not babe anymore?” Impulse laughs, stepping aside to let Jimmy in. Jimmy tries not to hit either of them with his duffel bag—but not very hard.

“So, you’re here for the weekend?” Skizz asks as Jimmy stops awkwardly by their dining table, not sure which room is Tango’s.

“Uh, yeah, sorry, Tango told me you’d be gone for the weekend.” From the farthest room is the sound of more things falling.

“Trying to get our boy on his own, huh?” Impulse nods seriously. Before Jimmy has to reply, Tango tumbles out of his room. He’s wearing boxers and a ratty HCU engineering t-shirt and only one sock. His bleached blond hair is sticking up at ridiculous angles. His whole face lights up when he sees Jimmy.

“Jimmy!” He yells and that’s all the warning Jimmy gets before he has an armful of Tango, short and warm and delighted. He hugs Jimmy so hard they go stumbling backwards into the dining table and then pulls back to grab Jimmy’s face and kiss him, soft despite his excitement, like Jimmy’s mouth is something delicate. Skizz and Impulse boo and gag good-naturedly. Jimmy can’t help but sink into Tango.

Tango pulls away and grins up at him. “Sorry, I started soldering and then I lost track of time and when you called me my phone was under my clean clothes and—stop laughing at me!” Jimmy can’t help it—Tango is so ridiculous and he’s so fond of him. His phone was under a pile of clean clothes because he swears it motivates him to put them away. Judging by his outfit, he probably started whatever project he’s working on right after he woke up and didn’t stop until his phone was ringing from underneath his underwear.

Jimmy tightens his grip around Tango’s waist, pulling him back in so they’re standing flush against each other and Jimmy can tuck his chin over the top of Tango’s head. He closes his eyes and squeezes, delighting in their closeness, the physical contact he gets to have for three days. He stands in the feeling for a moment and Tango hugs him back.

When he opens his eyes, it’s to Impulse and Skizz still jeering them and he can finally see what he missed earlier: their weekend bags, one on top of the other, right by the couch. They were probably leaving when Jimmy rang the doorbell.

Tango, apparently tired of noise, twists out of Jimmy’s arms and starts pushing Impulse and Skizz. “Alright, thank you to the peanut gallery.” He says, shoving their bags at them. “Get out, goodbye, drive safe,” Impulse and Skizz laugh.

“Bye Jimmy!” Impulse calls as he leaves and Jimmy waves.

“Say hi to your parents for me.” Tango tells them both sternly, even as he’s herding them out of their own apartment.

“Don’t have sex on our couch!” Skizz yells as he heads down the stairs.

“No promises!” Tango calls back and slams the door closed. “Okay.” He turns back to Jimmy, who flushes a little under the attention. “What do you want to do first?”

It doesn’t matter what Jimmy wants to do first, because first he has to force Tango to take a shower. He drops his bag on the floor of Tango’s room and pokes around while Tango showers and sings along to happy indie pop music.

Tango’s room has fairly barebone furnishings—a full-sized bed in one corner, a desk in another. A set of flimsy plastic drawers serves as his bed side table, covered in scraps of paper and keys and pens and a single Bluetooth earbud. His walls are well decorated, posters of bands and videogames and flyers of events he’s been to and printouts of circuit boards and wiring diagrams that seem to have started above his desk and slowly taken over the walls from there.

Except, right at eye level if you sit in Tango’s plush desk chair, taped over several overlapping layers of diagrams, is a picture Joel took from inside Grian’s apartment the night they got together: the two of them kissing on Grian’s balcony, Jimmy’s stupid cowboy hat firmly on his head, Tango on his toes to reach him. Jimmy is filled with a sudden burst of affection. He takes a quick picture before spins away to flop onto Tango’s bed. His dramatics sends clothes sliding off the end of the bed to join the pile on the floor. Jimmy ignores them to pull up his group chat with Grian and Joel.

Jimmy: GUYSSS

Jimmy: [image]

Jimmy: he’s so cute omg

Joel: congrats (face vomiting)

Grian: disgusting

Grian: guess you got there fine?

Jimmy winces a little at the dig—he was supposed to tell Grian when he got to Tango’s place.

Jimmy: yeah drive was fine didn’t even throw up [thumbs up emoji]

Joel: not me i threw up in pearl’s parents’ neighbor’s bushes

Jimmy: ewwwww

Grian: ew.

Grian: remember to stay hydrated during your sexathon!!

Jimmy: please never say the word sexathon again

Jimmy tosses his phone somewhere on Tango’s bed and covers his face with his hands. The worst part, the part that makes all the jokes so embarrassing, is they haven’t even talked about sex yet.

To be fair, they haven’t been together an enormous amount of time, not even six months yet. Of course, in College Time that was basically a year, but Jimmy didn’t think the sex-timeline moved at College Time.  They’re basically long distance, constantly carving out weekends to see each other. Winter break was brilliant, when Jimmy squeezed out the chance to stay at Grian’s and be there for his New Year’s party and they kissed at midnight and Jimmy felt like he could see years together.

Then Grian cornered him and asked, with an eyebrow waggle, if Jimmy had any details to overshare and all Jimmy had was a heated make out session they’d had at a different one of Grian’s parties, something drunk and sloppy and giggly. (“Yeah, I saw that Tim.” Grian had said and then, seeing the nervous energy building in Jimmy, asking, “Was he good at least?”)

And it had lingered in the back of Jimmy’s mind since—did he want to have sex? Did Tango want to have sex? Was Tango as worried as him about it? Why was he even so stressed about it?

Jimmy has had sex before; good, fun sex with Scott when they were together and fWhip when they’d had that weird on-and-off RP-bleed thing. But Tango didn’t even talk about sex, even when they talked about queer-awakenings, even when their friends talked about sex, even when he’d laughed as Jimmy waxed lyrical about Captain America over the phone for almost 20 minutes straight.

They don’t talk about sex, but Jimmy’s been thinking about it, especially because the last several weeks Grian and Joel had assumed he and Tango were going to have sex all weekend and had been teasing him accordingly. Jimmy drops his hands off his face and stares up at the textured ceiling. He’d love to stop thinking so much about having sex with Tango.

Of course, that is when Tango emerges from his bathroom, toweling off his hair and already midsentence about a specific shade of blue he’s been meaning to dye his hear and the careful dye-chemistry it’s sure to require. Jimmy props himself up on an elbow to just watch him, not even bothering to try and hide his smile. Tango’s wearing another HCU engineering shirt, thankfully less ratty, and cargo pants and Jimmy’s practically despondent over how he thinks Tango looks good, ridiculously good.

Scott’s going to be so disappointed in my standards now. Jimmy has time to think, half-hysterically, before Tango crosses the room and practically launches himself into Jimmy’s lap.

“Hey,” Tango says, grinning and breathless, and gently pushes Jimmy on the chest so he falls back against the pillows. Automatically, Jimmy’s hands go to Tango’s hips, balancing him.

“Hi,” he replies, equally breathless, desperately hoping it doesn’t come out squeaky. Before he can say anything else, it’s Tango’s mouth on his, far less delicate now they don’t have an audience. One hand is fisted in Jimmy’s shirt, pulling him close while pinning him down, and the other cups his face, carefully stroking across his cheekbone with a thumb.

Jimmy, for his part, goes lax almost immediately, opening up to let Tango lick his mouth. He lets Tango lead the kiss, content to instead run his hands over Tango’s middle, slipping up under his t-shirt to feel as much skin as he can.

Time slips away from him, the way Tango’s mouth slips against his, nothing but the steady push-and-pull of mouths and tongues, nothing but Tango’s warm body being mapped out under his hands. Tango groans into his mouth as he presses against Tango’s lower back, pushing their bodies together, and so Jimmy leaves his hand there and lets his right hand roam, sliding across Tango’s pecs, ghosting over Tango’s stomach until he laughs into Jimmy’s mouth, happy gusts of air that Jimmy eagerly swallows.

It's nothing but Tango, Tango, Tango’s hot-wet mouth against his, Tango’s weight firmly settled over his hips, Tango’s hands steady against him the way they always are, holding him in place. Like Jimmy would ever try to run away from this.

Jimmy pulls his right hand from under Tango’s shirt to the back of Tango’s neck, sliding up to thread into his still-damp hair. Tango sighs into his mouth and, encouraged, Jimmy uses this hand to push a little and angle Tango’s head differently. He’s so focused on the feel of Tango’s hair, on licking soft noises out of Tango’s mouth, he doesn’t notice his other hand slip under the waistband of Tango’s pants.

Doesn’t—until Tango freezes on top of him. Jimmy pulls his hands away immediately, moving one to Tango’s hip, the other to his chest, gently pushing them apart. Tango tries to keep kissing him but Jimmy pulls away. “Hey, hey,” he says gently.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” Tango insists, which feels a little at odds with how he’s burying his face into Jimmy’s chest.

“It’s okay,” Jimmy reassures. “We can keep it above the waist.” He’d cringe at his word choice, but it’s not about his utter lack of cool. It’s about Tango, who’s still not looking at him, shaking his head against Jimmy’s chest.

“No, no,” he mumbles. “It’s not—I want to—I just—” None of this is clearing things up for Jimmy. He rubs Tango’s back and desperately wishes for something helpful to say. Abruptly, Tango sits up and, looking Jimmy in the eye, says, “I want to have sex with you.”

It’s Jimmy’s turn to freeze, under the intensity of Tango’s unwavering eye contact. “Right now?” he asks, because that’s the only way he can thing to respond.

Tango laughs, soft and fond. “No,” he says and climbs off Jimmy. “I can’t talk about this sitting down.” He shuffles through the things on his desk and slides his wallet into his back pocket when he finds it. He holds out his hand to Jimmy, still lying down, still confused. Of course, Jimmy takes his hand.

It’s a bright, cold afternoon day, the kind that reminds you that spring is on the way. Tango had shoved Jimmy into one of his sweatshirts, one that says “HCU” in big embroidered letters, and now holds his hand as they walk. Jimmy isn’t sure where they’re going, but he can’t bring himself to care. They’re leaving Tango’s apartment complex and heading down the sidewalk, beat up and with plants starting to peak back through the cracks.

They’ve barely gone a few steps away from the building when Tango starts to talk. “I’ve never had sex before.” He says in a rush.

“Oh,” Jimmy wishes he knew what to say to that. It didn’t matter to him, but clearly it did to Tango. Jimmy remembers when he told Scott he was a virgin (exactly like that: “Scott, I’m a virgin.”). Scott had laughed and said he knew and fucked him. But that was him and Scott and he had liked it when Scott laughed at him. That didn’t feel applicable here.

Tango keeps talking, “I want to have sex with you, but I’ve been really in my head about the whole thing. And it definitely doesn’t help that everyone seems to think we already have.”

Jimmy winces. Grian and Joel have been especially obnoxious about things. “Sorry.”

“Not your fault.” Tango says firmly. “I would’ve been in my head about it regardless. I just—” He sighs and shakes his arms out, jerking Jimmy’s arm around too and startling a laugh out of him. Tango smiles distractedly and continues. “You know. I can’t do one thing at a time. And that includes making out. I just get super conscious of my limbs and if what I’m doing is okay or weird. And then I start thinking about the Wikipedia article for kissing. And it sucks ’cause I’m having fun, but—” he cuts himself off with another sigh.

Jimmy nods, taking this in. “Is this why you never move your hands?” he asks and laughs when Tango shrieks, pulling them both to a stop.

“You noticed?” He cries and buries his face into Jimmy’s arm, mumbling something about stupid, smart, pretty boys. Jimmy pats the top of his head, going for reassuring but completely missing because he’s laughing so hard.

Eventually, Tango pulls away and starts walking again. “Anyway,” he says, with an attempt at dignity. “That’s why I froze. I freaked out in my brain.” He tugs on Jimmy’s hand until they make firm eye contact again. “Nothing to do with you.”

“Except for what I did.” Jimmy says, laughing a little.

“Hey, none of that.” Tango insists. “We didn’t talk about this. That’s on me too.” He grins. “You know what Scott says: in a healthy relationship, it’s on all parties to—”

“Oh my god, stop,” Jimmy nearly yells, slapping a hand over Tango’s mouth. Tango laughs from behind Jimmy’s hand, eyes bright and happy, and they keep walking.

It turns out they were going to the grocery store. They cut across the parking a lot on a diagonal; it’s quiet enough it’s not a problem. There’s a sale on avocados that has Tango frowning down at them for a full minute before he picks out 3. They buy Jimmy’s favorite tortilla chips—way too salty—and store-brand frozen cheesy bread that Tango swears will turn out well and a couple bottles of cheap red wine.

“It tastes good.” Tango assures Jimmy as they wait in line for the cashier to check them out. “Barely tastes like win, to be honest.”

“But does it pair with cheesy bread?” Jimmy asks with a laugh. Tango nods mock-seriously.

“And I have a white for the avocados.” He says in his snobbiest voice and Jimmy falls over him laughing.

And then it’s out the store and back to Tango’s apartment, hands still linked. The walk back is more relaxed, without the anxiety of a serious conversation. Jimmy asks about Tango’s senior design project—this year long group project he’s been complaining about more since the start of the spring semester. It turns out on of his teammates hasn’t shown up to class in a few weeks and Tango is, understandably, irate.

“—and after all this!” He yells, swinging the bag he’s carrying so wildly Jimmy is glad he doesn’t have the wine. “I have to see him at our final presentation and pretend I don’t hate their guts! And then again at graduation—” he cuts himself off with an awkward cough and a sideways glance at Jimmy.

They haven’t talked about the fact that Tango is graduating soon and now, seeing his face in the winter-light, Jimmy realizes that Tango has been talking around it, for Jimmy’s sake. Jimmy smiles at Tango and squeezes his hand and hopes his message is clear: it’s okay. They’ll have other carved out weekends to talk about it. Tango smiles and squeezes his hand back and asks him how D&D is going. And then it's stories Joel’s character’s god complex and the love triangle Joey, Katherine, and Shubble are orchestrating and his own misfortunes with the dice and Tango laughs and stares at him lovingly and pulls him up the stairs into his apartment.

Inside, Jimmy tells Tango about the real-life hermit crab Sausage and Joel found and are negotiating a custody arrangement for and Tango listens while he puts the groceries away. The avocados go in a plastic bowl that was once for Halloween candy, with a few bananas and a very wrinkled apple; the wine gets crammed into the vegetable drawer to chill; and the cheesy bread goes into the oven—bare on the rack, which makes Jimmy incredibly nervous.

“It’s fine.” Tango insists. He crowds up against Jimmy, backing him up against the counter, and kisses him fiercely.

It’s like somethings been unlocked. Jimmy had fun kissing Tango, before, but now it’s like Tango has loosened some kind of restraint. It’s a hot, wet mouth against his, biting and licking and insistent, and Tango’s warm hands sliding under his shirt to smooth across his stomach and sides, making him laugh breathily. It’s fierce, unwavering attention on him and all Jimmy can do is cling, feeling like Tango’s knocked the breath out of him all over again.

If Jimmy had enough brain cells firing, he’d feel bad about how restrained Tango has been, clear in hindsight. But all he can think is “Yes,” and all he can do is slip his hand back into Tango’s hair and hold on.

9 to 11 minutes later, the oven beeps and Tango pulls away with one last, lingering kiss, before he casually starts fussing over the cheesy bread, putting it on a cutting board and rummaging around for a knife, while Jimmy leans against the counter and tries to catch his breath.

Tango shoots him a grin over his shoulder, looking far to pleased with himself, and says, “Get the wine out, will you?”

“I hate you.” Jimmy replies with only affection in his voice and Tango’s smile only brightens.

They eat on Tango’s bed, cutting board and plastic cups full of wine balanced precariously, and Tango pulls up some 80s teenage comedy on his laptop. He knows all the words and, when Jimmy slumps against him, full and pleasantly buzzed and sleepy, he can feel the rumble of Tango’s chest as he speaks with the actors.

When he wakes up, Tango will probably be hunched his desk again, this time in boxers and one of Jimmy’s t-shirts, and Jimmy will have to pry him away. They’ll make something for breakfast and eat on the couch so Jimmy can stay right next to Tango, pressing their bodies together. He wants to take a nap on the couch with Tango on top of him. He wants to take a shower so he can feel the water pressure Tango’s always complaining about. He wants Tango to explain the newest version of Decked Out to him, patient when the rules get so convoluted his head starts to swim. He wants to, he wants to, he gets to.

He gets to.

#HAPPY ONE YEAR LDDF #anyway yall shoudl uh really look at the ao3 tags for this #trafficshipping #solidaritek #life series #traffic series #double life #jimmy solidarity #solidarity gaming #tangotek #team rancher #my fic #lddf-verse

[kissofthemis]

Hi! I saw your blog and I was interested! Could I have Headcanons of poly Artem and Luke with reader please? If you don’t do poly, completely ok!

Hi anon! Just want to say first that yes, poly requests are totally okay! I personally am not poly, so let me know if I can improve in any way on these HCs! I am always happy to learn from friends & followers who are poly ☆

Artem is definitely the primary cook of the group, but he is always happy to give Luke or you a lesson on his favorite dishes. Luke is constantly trying to expand his culinary skills, but candidly all three of you feel safer with Artem around in case anything catches on fire.

Luke is the personal heater of the group. His body temperature always feels a bit warmer than you or Artem, like he's actually a puppy. It's handy during winter, but that means Luke is starving for cuddles during the summer!

Luke is the type who swears he's always the biggest spoon, but you and Artem know he's desperate to be held sometimes. You and Artem often have to sandwich him into a middle spoon, because Luke won't give in otherwise.

Game nights are... brutal, to say the least. Luke is the type who's openly competitive, while Artem is subtly competitive until Luke gets him fired up. Add you to the mix, and... Artem had to bandage his wrist for a week. He doesn't like to talk about it.

That being said, you have had to call Luke out before for letting you win. He is far too soft on you sometimes! Conversely, Artem doesn't let you win because he believes in your abilities... but he is more likely to choose games that he knows you're good at. (They spoil you more than either will admit.)

Artem loves watching movies with you and Luke in his home theater. Except... Luke doesn't sit still very well, so you never get too far into marathons. You all end up taking breaks so Luke can stretch his legs.

You also fall asleep first during movie nights. Luke is too anxious to sleep until he knows you're sleeping peacefully, and Artem is actually watching the movie. Sob.

Artem and Luke are both acts of service lovers. Which is great in theory, but in practice it means they can get stuck in an endless loop of trying to do things for each other and debating who gets to do what for whom. You have to stop these by volunteering to do it yourself, which usually ends in all three of you doing the task. (Somewhat of an anticlimactic result, but hey, more hands means easier work, right?)

Artem is the impulse control. Luke, as bright as he is, also has a ton of BAD ideas in the mix with the good ones. He's eager to convince you to try things with him. None of you want to discuss the tire swing incident.

Artem is the most easily flustered of you three. Sometimes on dates, you and Luke make bets on who can make him blush more. Winner gets a free snack from the loser. (Artem is still trying to figure out why you and Luke always insist on going to the bakery or the ice cream parlor after dates.)

#tears of themis #tot #artem wing #luke pearce #tot x reader #gn!reader #polyamory #thanks for the ask! #anon #headcanon

[summery-captain]

AuDHD traits Dirk Gently Displays - S1E4: Watkin

Hello friends!! It's been a WHILE but I'm back with this series - You may follow the google docs file I'm writing everything down in, also! If you haven't yet, links to the first three episodes:

S1E1 - Horizons / S1E2 - Lost and Found / S1E3 - Rogue Wall Enthusiasts

Click read more to read the analysis of the fourth episode! Tagging: @clockworkcheetah @urlocallesbiab @generalized-incompetence @amber-angel @goatygoat @frenchfriedgiraffe

 > When Todd catches up with him and Farah, he schools his expressions from excited to have seen him to bored/uninterested, both to show that he isn’t THAT excited he’s there - he seems to think having a bigger reaction to things he likes may cause unwanted reactions from those around him, so he constantly tones himself down

> When they get to the powerhouse, he’s SOOO excited about climbing the fence - I headcanon Dirk as a mix of sensory avoidant and sensory seeking, and his impulsivity is also very relatable

> “Push my bum!! Make me go up!!!” - I might die of second hand embarrassment everytime I watch this scene, but it’s so relatable! I, too, say things without noticing it might have double meaning and it doesn’t dawn on me until hours or years later

> When he isn’t able to climb up and then sees Farah just. Break the locks. It’s SO funny how he hadn’t even considered trying the more obvious steps first before just throwing himself onto the chain link fence, I love him!! Yes impulsive with no common sense king!!!

> As soon as they’re in he just grabs the map from Todd’s hand without even glancing at him - impulsivity but also hyperfocus on the task overriding the conscious effort to show courtesy by asking for things before taking them

> After he falls inside the maze, he tells Todd “Which was unsafe to do unsupervised, now that I think about it” - hard time thinking things through before doing it because, again, the hyperfocus ends up overriding common sense

> “Where are we?” / “Underground!” - WELL YES. Literal thinking icon

> Todd calls out to him, “Hey! Don’t wander off!” - elopping, we tend to wander off without noticing or letting others know, or stay behind because we stopped to look at something, often also involves not noticing danger

> “I think the message is… you’re going to die” - no filter, absolutely first thing that comes to mind is already halfway out his mouth, ADHD ambassador

> “You can’t just walk in blindly? You’re saying that to ME?” - Same trait as before, elopping all the way

> Todd goes, “When shit hits the fan, you fall apart!” - EXTREMELY common for us to not see the consequences or effects coming up until we have to deal with it, especially in situations we’ve never been through before, which is a constant

> *smiling * “...I hope you’re not smiling” DEEP frown - my beautiful son who has cartoonish expressions and can’t hide his emotions very well, we are one and the same

> In the strip down scene we see he wears a white undershirt, which could be providing deep pressure which is great for sensory seeking autistic people!! Also goes in hand with me headcanoning him as trans, double up tight shirt as a binder AND sensory stim

>  “Hope you’re not claustrophobic” / “No, I don’t even like coffee” - two things: he has audio processing issues and misunderstood what was said, AND he responded based on what he understood even if it didn’t make sense for the context of the situation at hand

#DGHDA meta #AuDHD Dirk Gently #autistic dirk gently #adhd dirk gently #autistic adhd dirk gently #dirk gently meta #dirk gently analysis #actually autistic analysis #dirk gentlys holistic detective agency