#and now I’m angry at myself for not having a computer

[supercalime]

hear me out, your honor.

bucktommy rwrb au.

i rest my case.

Sustained!

Boy, if wasn’t busy with my stuff and other projects I’d write that. It’s crazy that we are on the same wavelength here anon, cause I thought of that and was like, idk, but now, someone please write that! If anyone writes it, tag me please!

Now that you opened that can of worms, let’s assign characters (with changes for them to still be in character)

Tommy as Henry

Buck as Alex

Hen as Nora

Eddie as Nora 2 (he would be another bestie)

Maddie as June

Chimney as Pez

Lucy as Bea

Athena as Ellen

Bobby as Oscar

Sal as Philip (I simply had to)

Cap Gerrard as Mary/George

Taylor as Miguel (tell me that’s not perfect casting)

I wrote these on a whim, I’m sure there are better or other choices haha

[sensitivegoblin]

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[mattybsgroupie]

tape | matt sturniolo

contents: cursing, fighting; established relationship; oral (m receiving); spanking (f receiving); degradation; p in v; creampie; use of “y/n”; dom!matt

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notes: posting this and another one later this week in celebration of almost 600 followers. so thankful for this community and for every single person that enjoys my writing (but if one gets more likes than the other im KILLING MYSELF) <3 not proofread blablabla hope you enjoy i love y’all so so much

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“y/n!” matt slammed the door shut, loud voice taking over the kitchen, where i was peacefully sitting. “are you fucking dumb?!” he hissed at me, throwing his phone on the table.

“wow, chill” i said, frowning my eyebrows, confused look in my face. “what are you talking about?”

“what did you do with our camera’s flashcard?” matt crossed his arms, impatiently tapping his foot on the ground. my mouth hung open, but no words came out of it. matt looked so angry, and i knew i had cause us trouble. as i kept searching on my mind, he screamed once again “fucking tell me!”

“i don’t fucking know!” i hissed back at him, throwing my hands in the air. “i changed it the last time, i told you we were out of memory but i don’t remember where i put the other one!”

“oh you don’t?” he narrowed his eyes, stepping closer to me and removing a tiny object from his pocket. he showed me the flashcard, holding it with his thumb and index right at my face. “what about leaving it on this fucking table next to nick’s work stuff?”

my eyes widened. “matt i-i’m so sorry, fuck” i stuttered, realizing what i had done.

“you’re sorry now? after nick saw everything? we have so much shit here y/n, for christ’s sake!” matt kept holding the memory card, free hand running through his hair as he tried to calm himself down. “he saw your naked pictures, he saw mine! there are compromising videos in here y/n, can you imagine if he had uploaded any of them by mistake?”

“matt, please” i got up, walking closer to matt and resting my hand on his chest. “babe, i didn’t mean it, i’m really fucking sorry.” he looked away, scratching his freshly shaved beard.

“sometimes i think you’re asking for it, you know?” he said grabbing my wrist. “you fucking want our pics to get leaked, so that way everyone can know how much of a slut you are”. matt finished, pulling me to his room as he walked, grip in my skin getting stronger.

he slammed the door once again and pushed me on his bed, my breath turning heavy from his sudden change of behavior. matt went next to his computer, grabbing our camera. it was one of the first cameras the boys ever used to record their youtube videos, and nick gifted it matt after they changed to a new, more modern equipment. matt opened the video screen and turned it on, green light signaling he had started recording.

“take your shorts off” he demanded and i knew i could no longer run from my punishment. i kept sitting, slowly removing the cloth down my legs, kicking it away with my foot. i was wearing pink panties and a t-shirt i borrowed from him, not looking my best.

“you wanted this so bad, didn't you?” he asked, positioning the camera on the nightstand. matt sat next to me, but only to pull my legs over him. he turned me over, my belly now resting on his thighs and my head falling down, only my left arm resting on the mattress. i opened my mouth in disbelief, my calves trying to move away from him somehow.

“what are you doing?” i asked, trying to at least get a bit more comfortable in that position.

“giving you what you wanted” matt said, his arm locking my legs together while the other one held me by my breasts - at least my head wouldn’t be spinning. one of his cold hands smacked my ass, the sudden contact making me choke on a moan. i could feel matt’s grin growing wide as he palmed my skin, preparing me for another slap.

“fuck!” i groaned as the burning sensation started. i knew matt didn’t actually want to hurt me, he rubbed my butt after each smack, soothing the tingles i felt as my blood started to run faster.

“matt- please” i tried to speak, but another spank interrupted me. “behave, yeah?” matt whispered in my ear and pointed to the camera. “everyone’s gonna see how much of a fucking slut you are. can’t even take a punishment, right?” he teased, long fingers now travelling between my buttcheeks, brushing lightly over my panties. matt pressed his digits harder over my cunt, feeling the wetness there “soaked already?”

i looked away, trying to cover my embarrassment with my hands - it was humiliating, my ass in the air being spanked by matt after a mistake i didn’t even mean to make. “you’re fucking embarassed? can you imagine how i was after nick gave this to me? my brother saw everything, your dirty whore” he didn’t stop the slaps, and i couldn’t stop whimpering as his hand kept on marking my skin.

“ah!” i cried once more, until he two other spanks were enough. matt gave a kiss on each of my senstive buttcheeks and tossed me out of his lap, getting up and standing in front of me. he grabbed the camera once again, turning the screen so that only him could see what he was filming. my face was burning red and i was already exhausted. matt looked at me, rising his eyebrows, wide grin on his face.

“come on” he said, zooming the lenses on me. “you’re gonna look so pretty with your mouth wrapped around my cock”.

i gulped, quickly nodding and moving my hands to his belt. i had barely unbuckled it, but i could feel matthew’s impatience growing. i pulled matt’s pants down along with his underwear, revealing his hardened dick. matt moved the camera to show off his own length, eager for me to touch him, even when he was the one in charge.

i wrapped my fingers around his shaft, veins pulsing in my palm. i brought my mouth closer to his tip, lips wrapping around the sensitive area as i received a groan in response, matt finally getting some relief to his aching cock. i couldn’t fit him entirely - matt was huge - so both of my hands started pumping the missing part as i moved my head down.

i heard matt chuckling, delighted with the view of my teary eyes begging for him. he started to slowly move his hips forward, trying to thrust his leaking dick inside of my throat. one of his hands went to my hair, already messy and tangled, in order to set my pace as he pleased.

i mumbled on his cock, asking if i could please, please, please, take a breath. of course, no words came out, my muffled voice only sent vibrations and warmth to his length which made him push his cock forward in my mouth, making me gag.

i could feel the saliva running down the sides of my lips when i softly tapped matt’s thigh and he slowly removed his cock, realizing he might have been a little too rough. i coughed, catching my breath as he pouted at me, faux sympathy showing by the lust in his eyes.

“can’t you take anything?” he asked, tugging the hem of my - his - shirt. “you cry when i spank you, you can’t even blow me properly… weren’t you supposed to act like a good slut?” matt said, helping me remove the white cloth, exposing my breasts. my nipples had been poking through the shirt from a long while, but only now matt decided to zoom in on my nubs. i caught him licking his lips as i positioned myself further on the bed, showing off my body to him. my fingers around as his followed from my neck to my collarbones and down to my tits as i teased my hardened nipples with my own digits.

“so pretty” matt whispered so low i wouldn’t have heard it if i wasn’t paying attention to his lips. “on fours” he said in a serious tone, making my pussy clench.

i turned my body over, standing on my elbows and knees, sticking my ass out as he placed himself on the bed with his knees behind me. matt’s cold fingers touched the waistband of my panties, slowly pulling it down my legs as he filmed everything.

he grabbed his own cock and pumped a few times, spreading the pre-cum along his length before dragging his dick between my buttcheeks and moving it down my cunt, lazily rubbing my folds, not really trying to fuck me. after teasing me a bit more, matt quickly put the camera back on his nightstand, now filming both of us.

matt placed his digits on my entrance, pressing my wet hole with two fingers. he slowly started to push in, but didn’t go all the way, pulling out when he saw me biting my own lips. i whined in protest - i needed him to fill me up. “fucking shut up” he spoke in a lighter mood than in the beginning of the night, showing that he was now just as needy as me.

his hands rested on my hips, holding it tight as he gradually buried himself inside of me. his pre-cum and all of my juices made it easier for matt to slide in, quickly stretching my walls and not giving me time to adjust to his size before pounding into me. “gosh- matt!” i moaned, throwing my head back as my cunt throbbed.

“always so tight for me” he said, hovering his body over mine. his chest was almost glued to my back, one of matt’s hands holding my jaw so he could kiss me. “who owns that pretty cunt, huh?” matt asked, my mouth hanging open as i could no longer stop my gruntings “y-you! ah-”.

“my fucking slut” he kept on talking while jointing his hips forward, cock finally hitting my spot. “only mine”.

“yes matt, fuck!” i pleaded, feeling my cunt clench its own walls against his dick. “i’m gonna cum, please!”

“don’t you fucking dare coming before me” matt said as his thrusts turned sloppier, trying to reach his orgasm. “f-fuck, taking me so well” he groaned loudly, palm once again meeting my ass as he slapped my skin. suddenly, i felt matt’s release filling me up completely, his sticky spurt leaking down my thighs as he finally allowed me to cum as well. my whole body trembled as my orgasm washed over me, my chest panting heavily, letting my head fall on the mattress.

matt slowly pulled out of me, lying down by my side as he came back from his high.

“are you okay?” matt asked, his hand resting on my back while i still recovered. “was i too rough?” he caressed my skin and i could feel the concern in his voice starting to show as i didn’t say anything in response.

“i’m never” i started, still out of breath. “losing the fucking card again”. i heard matt chuckle as he moved his other arm further, trying to reach the nightstand. he grabbed the camera and placed it next to my face. “say hi, pretty”

“hi pretty” i joked, matt giggling before turning the lenses to himself and winking to the video, pressing the finish button and closing the video screen. “and yes, babe. i’m okay” i assured him. “im sorry for being irresponsible and-“ he cut me off with a kiss. as he pressed his lips against mine, i realized he was no longer mad at me, and i could finally let myself relax.

“by the way” he spoke, throwing the camera on his side of the bed “you can leak this one” i giggled, hugging him, both of us acknowledging we could never - ever - lose this flash card again.

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[luveline]

Heyyyy can you do a Hotch x reader where readers just kinda been down all day but doesn’t wanna tell Hotch because she’s kinda used to being the badass with all her walls up? And hotch kinda pulls her to the side and forces it out of her 😊😊

thank you for requesting!! fem, 1.2k

Hotch has dark hair. He’s an older guy but he’s yet to grey, hair like the strands are soaked with coal pitch, even darker under the office lights. He braces his hand on the desk and ducks toward Spencer’s computer screen, pointing at a corner with patience. 

“This one,” Hotch says. 

“Why would they organise it like this?” Spencer asks, his voice bordering incredulous. 

“I’m not sure. You’ll remember where this is?” 

“Do you usually have to tell me more than once?” Spencer says lightly. 

“Ask your licence to carry.” 

You’d laugh, his wit quick and poor Spencer a good sport, but your head feels heavy with a forming upset. Like your mind has turned to thick porridge. You woke up on the wrong side of the bed, but you don’t feel angry, more magnificently empty. Nothing is touching beyond your surface level. 

“Thank you, sir,” Spencer says. 

You ignore the weight of a gaze on you while you click through your emails, prioritising what needs to be answered before the end of the day, the end of the week, and the end of the month as Hotch taught you to. You double click an email chain from a consult you’d been assigned from out of state and reread your response, nervous that your lack of confidence today might have shone through blunt wording. Hotch is looped into the chain —he can correct any glaring errors should you have made them. 

“Hey,” Hotch says when you don’t look up. He doesn’t use your name, and he doesn’t need to. “I’d like to talk to you. Let’s go up to my office.” 

“Can I have a half hour to work through my emails?” you ask apologetically.

“I’d prefer we talk now. Any overdue reply can be blamed on me,” he says. 

The way he talks is natural to him but perhaps strange if it were another person, with another disposition. You know Hotch to be both gentle and stern at once. His tone leaves little room for debate, but it reassures you to hear the measured cadence of each word without rush. The openness of his expression is similarly comforting, and though he doesn’t know it —you would never own up to feeling this way, verbally or physically— you’d quite like to be comforted by him. Even if he takes you to the office to reprimand you, you’ll at least have been near him for long enough to forget your odd aching. 

Hotch doesn’t walk until you do, taking each step by side until he gets to the office, where he opens the door to encourage you in. 

You drift a few feet inward, shoes soft on clean, crisp carpeting. Hotch closes the door, where he stands momentarily, silence held.

“Everything okay?” you ask. 

Hotch pulls out one of the two black chairs in front of his desk and gestures for you to sit. “Everything’s okay,” he says, standing back to give you space to sit, his hand moving to rest on the back of the chair as you sit. It whines as you shift to see him. “With me, everything’s okay. How about you?” 

“Everything’s fine with me.” 

You’d pad your explanation out if you didn’t think he was about to tell you what you’re in the brig for. No one likes a nervous Nelly. 

“Are you sure?” he asks. 

You glance at his hand behind you and he moves it swiftly. “Hotch?” you ask tentatively. 

“I’ve noticed you aren’t yourself today.” 

“I’m completely myself.” 

“It’s not like you to stare into space.” He frowns. “I want to sit down because I don’t like towering over you, but I don’t want you to internalise this as a meeting.” 

“You’re not towering over me, Hotch.

His frown doesn’t ebb. “…We each have our own unique levy to carry the weight of, I know that. But it’s not… nice, to see you like this. I’d like to know what’s wrong.” 

Again, no nonsense and reassuring at once. 

Maybe he is towering a little. You avert your gaze from his, feeling uncharacteristically meek for a weak moment. 

“I think I woke up mixed up,” you confess eventually, picking at a stray thread on your skirt until the tips of your fingers burn. “Like, nothing happened to upset me, but I…” 

“You do feel upset.” 

“Yeah, I guess so.” 

“You’re not sure why?” 

“Not really. I think that–” You lick your lips nervously, not finding the right words, wanting to be vulnerable and simultaneously reluctant to show him anything he might not like. “I think it’s lots of smaller things and they’re layering on top of each other. Do you get that?” 

“All the time. Though usually my way of dealing with it is less pleasant for others.” He looks down at you steadily. “And yours,” —he aims enough fondness at you to stop your heart— “is self-contained. But I don't want you to think you’re walking through life unseen.” 

“Unseen,” you repeat. 

He stands very still. “Can I touch your face?” he asks quietly. 

You don’t know why he’d ask, but you say, “Yes, please.” 

“Please,” he says. You’re repeating each other. The air in the room feels thicker as he lifts his hand to your cheek and cups it gently. “When you’re upset, I notice. I can’t help but notice.” Your face lists into his palm slowly, worried he’ll move, but he holds you and he watches you with care. “Is there anything I can do to make it all feel better?” 

“I don’t think so.” 

He rubs your cheek with his thumb. “No?” 

You close your eyes. “No,” you say, matching his volume. 

“I don’t know what to do now,” he murmurs. 

“Sorry, I’m okay,” you say, asking yourself to move away from his touch, but unable to force it, “I’m gonna…” 

It’s a boundary crossed, but you and Hotch are good at that. He’s constantly treating you with more sweetness than a boss should show toward his employee, and you eat it up despite every instinct in you that says you shouldn’t. So you won’t tell him you’ve had a bad day until he asks, and even then, you have nothing permanent to offer him for fixing, and still he’ll hold your face and make it feel ordinary. Like he’s touched you a hundred times, something about it feels right, and real. Your cheek feels softer under his tracing thumb. You could fall asleep in his hands. 

“How can I make you feel better?” he asks again. 

“It’s not that bad.” 

“But what can I do?” 

You want to ask for a hug, but even the idea of it is too much to think about. Miss Independent admitting she needs more than this? When it’s already more than you should have? 

Profilers profile, and somehow you give yourself away. 

“Come on,” he says softly. 

He hugs you. His hand falls from your face to your shoulder, wrapping behind it, encompassing you in a strong arm as he bends down to embrace you fully. 

“I wish you’d ask for more,” he says, his free arm slinking between your arm and side, hand to your back, encouraging you to hug him back. 

You don’t know what to do with your arms. Each movement feels stilted, but Hotch makes up for it. He hugs you without inhibition, like he’s wanted to do it for a long, long time. 

[fandomgirlz01]

You Matter Most  Pt. 1

Evan “Buck” Buckley X Reader

Imagine on my fandom Instagram?: No  

Prompt or Request or Requested Prompt?: No

Style of Writing: Small Series

Edited: Yes

Word count: 5,677 

Ko-fi

Masterlist

Warnings here

You can listen to the story be read out loud here.

Post Date & Time: August 24th 2023 at 10:41 PM

Summary: {Based off of S6 E18 Pay it Forward} When a series of freeway accidents lead to a big catastrophe, Buck must worry for his team as he rushes to help them all before it only leads to  an even bigger disaster. All while working on helping his team he worries mostly for his best friend who’s unconscious for most of it. 

Third Person Pov:

“May-day! May-day! Air ambulance two reporting a collapse at the 710 interchange. Firefighters down. Repeat, firefighters down!” A voice comes through Maddie’s coms, making her quickly answer the distress call. 

“Air ambulance two, this is dispatch. Can you reroute to assist?” Maddie asks before pausing, waiting to get an answer. 

“Negative. We have a priority spinal transfer,” the voice solemnly tells her. 

“Do you have a visual on how many firefighters are down?” Maddie asks and there’s a long pause as she waits for the information. 

“All of them— the entire 118. They were on the upper span when it collapsed. They all went down,” the voice tells her in a very worried tone and Maddie’s heart drops. 

Her mind immediately goes to thoughts of her fiancé, brother, and sister-like friend, worried for all three. Her heart beats wildly and suddenly she can hear it in her ears as she types up details on her computer. Tears cloud her eyes for a moment and she tries to will herself not to cry just yet. 

Y/n’s Pov:

I groan as my alarm goes off and roll over onto my back to look at the ceiling. It takes me a few minutes, but soon I’m reaching over to my phone and turning it off. With one last sigh, I push myself up from my bed and start to get ready for the long shift I have to work. 

Once I’m ready, I grab my backpack as well as my morning hot cocoa and keys. I quickly make my way out into the hallway of the complex and lock my door. Just as I lock the bottom lock, I hear Buck’s door open and shut. 

I turn to him and let out a giggle when I see the pure exhaustion on his face. He locks up his door before turning when I giggle and he smiles. 

“You must have had a lousy night, E. You really look exhausted,” I say, using the nickname I’ve had for him forever with humor laced in my tone. 

“Ugh, not exhaustion. More annoyance at the two idiots that won’t make up,” he replies with a roll of his eyes before we both start walking out. 

“I’m sure they’ll make up soon, bubs. Just give it a little more time,” I try to reassure him and he hums, shaking his head at me. 

“Sure. Then maybe I won’t have to deal with Kamron needing me 24/7. Or the smell of pickles. She keeps needing me to open them. Never did I think I’d hate pickles,” he rants with a roll of his eyes and I giggle again. 

“You definitely won’t and I’m sure you’ll like pickles again soon,” I joke with him as I playfully hit my arm against his. 

“Anyway, wanna carpool to work today?” he questions me, now changing the subject. 

“Sure, why not. Anything to hang out with you a little more,” I joke as I bump my arm into his again and he shakes his head, chuckling. 

“As if we don’t already hang out everyday,” he playfully scoffs and I shrug. 

“No, we definitely don’t,” I playfully deny and he chuckles, shaking his head. 

“Ok, dork. Let’s go. Bobby will kill us if we’re late. Again,” he remarks and I giggle. 

“You got that right,” I agree with him as I roll my eyes while we walk out to his car. 

“Breakfast on the way?” he asks and I smirk. 

“You buying?” I ask him with a raised eyebrow and he groans. 

“I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t,” he playfully growls out like he’s angry when I know he indeed isn’t. 

“Then hell yeah. I'm hungry,” I tell him and he groans. 

“Don’t be like Kameron now,” he says as he rolls his eyes and I laugh. 

“What, pregnant? E, I don’t know if you know how that works, but I kinda need to have some relations before that, and you know I’m not seeing anyone right now…” I playfully tell him and he shakes his head. 

“Of course I know how that works? You know I didn’t mean that. I mean, I was a sex addict, remember?” he asks and I giggle, letting my eyes go wide jokingly. 

“Oh I vividly remember, Mr. Do it on the rooftop of the firehouse. Dumbass,” I joke as I smack his arm and he rubs it. 

“Well, what would you have done?!” he fights back and I laugh. 

“Not on the rooftop, that’s for sure,” I joke back and he rolls his eyes. 

“Whatever. Let’s just get the food and get to work,” he tells me and I giggle. 

“Awe, E, I’m just messing with you!” I inform him and he shakes his head. 

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go, you Gremlin,” he tells me and I giggle, smiling softly at the use of my nickname Buck had given me when we were younger before we split up to get into his Jeep.

“Okay, 118, let’s gather ‘round and settle in. We have some outstanding tasks from our last shift and I’ve got an important announcement about our upcoming weather conditions,” Bobby announces, making me and Buck, who's up on the truck, sit down with our legs hanging off the side. 

“So cute, huh? Oh, wait. I promised her I’d wear it all day. Take a picture so we can…” Chimney talks with one of the other firefighters as they walk out of the locker room. 

“Firefighter Han,” Bobby calls out, cutting Chim off and making him look up from the play ring on his finger. 

“I was gonna save this until the end, but why not make it the first order of business? Congratulations on popping the question,” Bobby announces as he uses his clipboard to point at Howard. 

“Yeah, Chim! Whoo, whoo!” I shout out as everyone else claps while I shake Buck. 

“Ok… ok… a little less shaking, there,” Buck comments as he pushes me lightly, making me giggle softly. 

“Didn’t she do the proposing?” I quietly whisper to Buck, who chortles and nods. 

“She finally made an honest man out of him!” Ravi shouts as he grabs Chimney by the shoulder and shakes him lightly. 

“All right, everybody. Let’s settle down. We still have to get to the weather update,” Bobby calls out and all the laughs die down. 

“All right, apparatus maintenance. Firefighter Diaz will be running point this morning on engine service. We’ll be doing an oil change and a brake fluid change,” Bobby explains as I yawn lightly and lay my head on Buck’s shoulder. 

“Tired?” Buck quietly questions me and I hum at him. 

“Didn’t sleep too well last night. Tossed and turned all night. Don’t know why, just had a weird feeling,” I whisper back to him and he smiles softly before wrapping his arm around my shoulder. 

“Hmm, comfy,” I mummer out as I cuddle in closer and he chuckles softly. 

“Eddie?” Bobby calls out, making us all listen in. “Yeah, cap?” Eddie asks nonchalantly as he looks at his phone. 

“Did Eddie finally find someone?” I quietly question Buck, who shrugs. 

“He didn’t say anything to me if he did,” Buck informs me and I sigh. 

“Then why’s he staring at his phone like a lovesick puppy?” I query and Buck gives a small ‘huh,’ before shrugging. 

“I guess maybe he did. He’ll tell us when he’s ready,” Buck comments to me and I cross my arms. 

“I wanna know now. We’re the three musketeers. Two musketeers can’t just be left in the dust by the other,” I whisper as I cross my arms, pouting and Buck chuckles. 

“You and that impatient ass of yours,” Buck comments and I give him a playful smirk. 

“And you like this ass of mine,” I joke with him, wiggling my eyebrows at him and he shakes his head. 

“Can’t say I don’t,” he plays right back and I giggle before we both turn back to listen in. 

“Apparatus maintenance,” Bobby pointedly comments as Eddie moves into a different sitting position while closing his phone. 

“I’m on it, Cap,” Eddie promises and Bobby nods as Buck’s phone vibrates. 

He quickly silences his phone, but it vibrates again and again. He groans quietly and presses the answer button. 

“Okay. All right, now for the weather update,” Bobby starts as Buck puts the phone up to his ear. 

“Uh, hey, listen, I-I can’t… I can’t talk right now. No, I can’t. Kameron, I don’t know why he’s calling you. Maybe if you answer the phone you’ll find…” Buck talks into the phone and I smirk as Bobby turns around. 

Booby walks over to us on the truck and looks up at us. He gives me an irritated questioning look and I just shrug, making him look at Buck, who trails off. 

“You're in trouble…” I jokingly mutter out as I try to hold in my giggles while poking his side lightly. 

“Umm, I got to go,” Buck tells her and I hold back a giggle at his ‘oops’ tone before hanging the phone up. 

“Uh- s-sor… sorry, Cap. Um…” Buck stutters out his apology, but Bobby just ignores him and turns back around. 

“Alright, folks, listen up,” Bobby again tries to get to the point. 

“Uh, Cap?” Ravi questions, holding his hand up and Bobby gives him an unamused look that tells him to go on. 

“Can I just say, if Buck needs to get the pregnant lady out of his apartment,” Ravi starts and Buck hops down off the truck before turning to me to help me down real quick. 

“I do have a two-bedroom that’s about to be on the market, so…” Ravi finishes as Buck and I walk towards him. 

“Thank you, Ravi! Maybe a discussion for another time,” Bobby humorously chides as everyone laughs a little bit. 

“118, it’s time to dial it in,” Bobby starts to try and corral us in again. 

“We have a Job to do, but in order to do that job, you have to be here. I need precision, I need focus, but most of all, I need you to be present,” Bobby pointedly announces as Hen cautiously walks in and around him to take a seat. 

“Sorry I’m late, Cap,” Hen quickly apologizes as she sighs. 

“Okay! Let’s get cracking,” Bobby finishes before starting to walk off. 

“Hey, wait. What’s the important weather update?” Chimney asks as Bobby walks past him. 

“There’s a moderate marine layer,” Bobby answers, unamused as he continues to walk away. 

“I’ll see you for lunch?” Buck questions and I nod in confirmation. 

“Yeah. That is, if we don’t get a call before then,” I promise him with a small smile. 

“Don’t jinx it,” Buck jokes, pointing at me with a chuckle. 

“Ok. I’ll see you in a-” I start, but the alarm sounds and Buck groans. 

“You jinxed it!” he shouts, throwing his hands up and I giggle. 

“My bad…” I reply with a shrug and he shakes his head. 

“Come on, dork. Let’s get into our gear,” Buck tells me with a grin. 

We both rush over to our lockers and start to put our gear on before running over to the truck. Buck hops in on the left side as I hop in on the right and we get into our seats as Bobby starts to pull out of the garage. Bobby drives throughout town before coming up to the scene on the bridge. Once the engine comes to a stop, we all quickly pile out and get to work. 

“Hen, Chem. Check the driver of this camper van,” Bobby orders as he points to the van. 

“Buck, y/n Eddie, Ravi, I want you guys to check these surrounding vehicles for injuries. Let’s go,” Bobby commands and we all give him a nod before rushing off. 

Buck, Ravi and I walk around, making sure there's no more injuries. Once we deem there are none, we walk back over to help. We stand back as Chimney and Hen communicate with the girl inside. 

“Cap, second victim in the back. She didn’t have her seatbelt on when the accident happened!” Chimney shouts as he looks around the side of the van. 

“Okay, these back doors are obliterated. I want you guys to pull that windshield,” Bobby commands, making Hen and Chimney nod.  

I quickly rush back to the engine and pull out the windshield suction cups as Ravi grabs the pry bars. Once I have them, I rush back to the van with Ravi in tow. I hand the suction cups to Hen as Ravi gives the pry bars to Buck and Eddie. Hen quickly places the suction cups on the windshield and pulls as Buck and Eddie use the pry bars. Once it comes off, Hen quickly passes the windshield to Buck, who takes it and sets it aside. 

“All right. What’s your name?” Hen asks the frightened girl softly. 

“Jo,” the girl cries out her reply. 

“Jo. Can-can you move?” Hen questions the girl and she looks down at her leg. 

“Um, I don’t know. It’s my leg. I think it’s broken. Um, please help her!” Jo cries out again as she looks up at Hen and Chimney with tears cascading down her face. 

“I'm on it, Jo, but I need to get back there, so we’re gonna pull you out. You might feel a little pain, okay?” Chimney calmly explains to her and he moves aside for Hen to get in a bit more. 

“Buck, can you carry her to the ambulance?” Chimney queries and Buck nods, moving behind Hen and getting ready to grab her. 

“Okay! Ahhh!” Jo agrees before screaming out in pain as they move her. She cries as they pull her out of the vehicle. 

Buck quickly lifts her up and carries her over to the back of the ambulance as Chimney moves into the van. Hen quickly stands up and pushes me along with Buck. 

“Go help him look her over. You have more medical training then he does. I’ll stay with Chim,” she commands me and I nod before rushing off behind Buck. 

I quickly help Buck get her down on the floor so I can look over her leg. In one fast fluid motion, I pull out a tourniquet-like brace and start putting it on her leg along with Bobby’s help as they wheel a gurney over. 

“Cap. We’re going to need an air ambulance. Patient is unresponsive, breathing is weak and she’s lost bladder control. Could be a spinal,” Chimney explains over the radio as we continue to work on Jo. 

“Copy that,” Bobby replies as we start to prepare Jo to get her on the gurney. 

“Spinal injury? Is she okay?” Jo asks me in fear and I look at her. 

“We won’t know until we get her to the hospital,” I inform her as they bring the gurney closer, now ready to get her up onto it. 

“Please, please don’t take me now because I need to see her,” she begs as she grips my hand and I pause as Hen walks up. 

“Hey, hey. You’ll be able to before they airlift her. I promise, okay?” Buck promises her before Hen or I can say anything. 

Eddie walks past us with the backboard, headed towards Chimney and we quickly move Jo onto the gurney. Jo keeps a grip on my hand and I squeeze hers before letting go. 

“Don’t worry. You know the firefighter that told you you’d see her?” I ask her and she nods in understanding. 

“That’s my best friend. I know when he promises something, he keeps it. You’ll see her just like he said,” I promise her softly and she gives me a small thankful smile as she seems only slightly less freaked out. 

“My name's y/n. I’ll stay here till your mom’s out, okay?” I tell her and she smiles a thankful smile at me again.

“She’s not my mom. She’s my mom’s best friend. My, uhh, mom passed away three years ago. Mallory was insistent we take this trip as an honor to my mother…” Jo explains to me and I smile softly at her. 

“I’m sorry to hear about your mom. You're very lucky to have Mallory. That sounds like a lovely plan. I’m sure you two can pick up when everyone is okay again,” I try to comfort her to the best of my ability and she shakes her head. 

“No. I think we’ll find a different way of traveling,” Jo informs me and I nod. 

“I would probably do that too. Nothing wrong with that,” I agree with her and she nods in agreement. 

We wait maybe a few more minutes until we see Chimney come out first. Then Eddie pushes Mallory out and together they lift her backboard onto another gurney that was taken over to them. They then start to roll her over and I move over next to Hen so they can roll her next to Jo. 

“She’s right up here,” I hear Chimney inform Mallory as they get closer. 

“Okay, she’s right up here,” he repeats himself as they get closer. 

“Mallory!” Jo shouts when they get closer before coming to a stop right next to her. 

“I’m so sorry,” Jo apologizes as they both reach out to hold hands. 

“I can’t lose you, too,” Jo continues on the verge of tears and I feel tears well up in my eyes. 

“I’m not going anywhere. We still have a lot of ground to cover, okay?” Mallory asks her as she squeezes her hand. 

“Next time, we’ll take the train,” Jo insists quickly as the others start to load her in the back of the ambulance as air support flies overhead. 

“Air support. You are clear to land,” Bobby gives the okay through his walkie and soon the helicopter is landing. 

Eddie and Chim start to walk her over to the helicopter and I let out a puff of air as my emotions take over. I take my jacket off in hopes a little air is all I need. I quickly try to sober up so I don’t start sobbing before I feel a hand on my back, making me turn to see Buck next to me. 

“Hey. You doing okay? You’re getting fidgety,” he queries with a raised eyebrow and I shake my head before nodding. 

“Yeah. No. I’m fine. Just had a flashback to my sister, that’s all,” I inform him and he nods solemnly at me. 

“I know. She’s watching over you. You know that,” he solemnly tells me, trying to comfort me as he rubs at my back and I nod, sniffling. 

“Thanks for checking on me,” I say in gratitude and I only hope Buck knows just how much I’m thankful for him. 

“Always, you know that we stick together, right?” he asks me and I smile. 

“Right. Stuck together like glue,” I reply to our life long promise we always tell each other and he smiles, nodding. 

“Okay. I’m gonna go help Chim. We’ll talk more about this later, okay?” he questions me and I nod. 

“Yeah. Go. Go. Do our job,” I agree with a soft smile and he nods before rushing off. 

“Possible spinal! She’s coming over now!” I hear him yell to the air tech that gets out of the helicopter.

“Can’t get rid of me, can you, Buckley?” I hear her voice and I immediately recognize Lucy. Red hot jealousy flares up in me, but I push it away. 

“Great to see you again, for real this time!” I hear Buck shout back as he stops to point at her and I huff, rolling my eyes. 

He turns and walks back towards me, but only frowns as I brush him off. I walk over to Bobby just as Eddie walks up. 

“Hey, Cap, think there’s a propane stove in the van. I’m gonna go check it out,” Eddie explains to him as he walks up to us. 

“Good thinking, Eddie. Y/n, go with him,” Bobby commands me and I nod. 

“Actually Bobby, can I have a quick moment with her?” Buck asks and Bobby shakes his head. 

“I guess. One minute, then back to work. Got it?” Bobby asks and Buck nods. 

“No, yeah, I promise,” Buck informs him and Bobby nods before walking off. 

“Hey, what’s up. Why are you giving the cold shoulder?” Buck asks as he looks at me. 

“It’s nothing, Buck, really. Go back to work,” I play it off and he sighs in frustration. 

“Y/n, I thought we talked about closing up? Talk to me, you know you can,” Buck begs me and I shake my head. 

“Buck. Nothing is wrong, it’s just a hard case. I told you I’d talk with you about it later,” I deflect away from what’s going on. 

“No. I know—” he starts, but gets cut off as the bridge suddenly starts to shake as it cracks down the middle, making both me and Buck fall to the ground with me on top of him. 

There’s more shaking and creaking as the bridge slowly starts to collapse. Buck looks up and suddenly he’s rushing to get up, pulling me with him. 

“Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey! Let’s move!” Buck yells out as the ambulance comes flying back at us and Buck quickly moves both of us out of the way just in time. 

“Hey!” he continues to shout as the ambulance rushes past us, quickly crashing at an angle. 

Buck quickly maneuvers, but somehow he gets pulled down with the ambulance, making me go with him. He smashes into the ambulance’s windshield and it cracks. 

“Buck!” I yell out as I fly past him, but he doesn’t reply. 

I let out another scream as I come to a landing on a slab of concrete, hitting my head in the process. Pain surges through my side, but I don’t notice it for long as suddenly everything goes black. 

Buck’s Pov: 

I groan as I come to, still laying on the windshield that’s now cracked from me smashing into it. There's a quiet, eerie, metallic creak and it takes me a moment to realize where I am. When I do, I take a moment to push myself up on all fours. I look around in fear for y/n, but there’s no sign of her, so I look into the ambulance next. 

“Hen!” I yell out as I see my friend still strapped into the driver's seat of the ambulance, now unconscious. 

“H-hen, can you hear—” I ask her as I bang on the window. 

“118, report in. I need a headcount,” I talk into my radio, hoping to get any answers. 

“I’m grabbing the ropes,” Ravi radios back first as I look around, trying to assess where everyone could be. 

“I’m in the van. Pretty sure I broke a couple ribs, but this van is about to get pancaked,” Eddie groans out as he radios in and I keep looking around with no sight of y/n. 

“Okay. Eddie, uh. We’re coming to you,” I inform him before taking a pause. 

“Han. What is your status?” I ask into my radio before letting go to get his status. 

“Han, come in,” I practically beg over the radios when he doesn’t answer. 

“Han…” I question again and wait a moment. 

“Han here,” Chimney finally radios in and I throw my head back in relief. 

“Captain Nash, firefighter Maysen, still haven’t heard from either of you. What is your status?” I ask into the radio again, only hoping to get something but nothing comes. 

“Bobby, y/n. Come in,” I repeat through the radio again, but still silence. 

“I see firefighter Maysen! She’s on a slab near you, maybe twenty feet away, just covered by some rubble,” Ravi explains to me through the radio and I sigh in relief. 

“Is she under it?” I question and wait for a moment. 

“No. She’s just close enough to be hidden. She’s out, though, and there’s one other thing…” he voices again though the radio before trailing off. 

“What? Is she okay?” I question him and he takes another pause, making me wait with bated breath. 

“She’s been impaled by a piece of rebar, Buck… right though the side of her stomach. I- if we don’t get to her soon, she might bleed out,” he breaks it to me easily and I sigh, putting my head down for a moment. 

“I’ll get to her as soon as I get Hen and the others out,” I inform him as I make the hard decision to wait, even though I want to rush over to her first and get her out. 

“Ok… only if you're sure. You're acting captain right now,” he informs and I let out a huff before pressing the button on my radio to reply. 

“Yeah, I know. So everyone’s safety is on me right now. Luckily if I can get Hen awake, she can take over. Let’s get to work,” I command before letting the button go, letting out a sigh, and looking down at Hen again. 

“Hen. I’m- I’m coming to you. Just stay right there,” I tell my unconscious friend before I move off the windshield and down the side of the ambulance. 

Very slowly, I make my way to the window and try to shove myself though it. The ambulance starts to tremble as I do, but I keep going. 

“Hen?” I call out to her as I pause for a moment. 

“Chim. Chim! Chim, you back there?” I shout out as I finally slide though the window of the ambulance. 

“I’m alive, but not great,” Chimney calls out in a winded tone. 

“Okay,” I pant out as I move over to Hen. 

“Come on. Hey,” I voice as I try to get Hen to wake up. 

“What happened?” Hen questions as she looks around, confused. 

“Bridge collapsed,” I inform her and her head starts to fall back. 

“Hey, hey, hey. Hen, you with me?” I question her and she squints at me. 

“I’m good. Thank you,” she conveys to me as she starts to reach towards me. 

“You okay?” she asks as she wipes at the side of my forehead. 

“Yeah. Oh. Uh… I mean, physically, yeah,” I tell her, my emotions betraying me ever so slightly as I feel a lump form in my throat. 

“Where is everybody?” she asks me as she continues to clean my face. 

“R-Ravi is up top. Eddie’s in the van. Chimney’s in the back. He needs our help. I’m gonna go up top. Get the ambulance secure. Then we get you out, okay?” I explain to her before asking if she understands. She slowly nods before letting her head fall back a bit. 

“Okay. Where’s Cap? Where’s Bobby? A-and y/n…” she suddenly asks as she quickly lifts her head straight. 

“He’s MIA, and y/n…” I pause and take a deep breath. 

“She’s currently bleeding out maybe twenty feet from us,” I inform her and she just stares at me. 

“You, uhh… y-you’re sure you’re good?” I ask her one last time just to make sure. 

“Yeah. I… I’m-I’m good,” she stumbles out in her shock and pain. 

“Just get some rope so we can get out of here,” she commands me and I nod before starting to try climbing out. 

“Okay, Ravi, I need a line,” I grunt as I call out while climbing out of the window. 

I get about halfway out the window when Ravi throws the rope down to me and I slowly finish pulling myself out. I hold onto the ambulance as I grab the rope before using it to climb back to the front. Once around the front, I continue to climb up the side until I can pull myself up to the top. Ravi hands me a part of the rope and I quickly slide under the engine, tying the rope to the underside of it. I quickly rush back to the side and let out a puff of air when I see what Ravi had seen before. 

The van is under the ambulance and both are close to falling. I let out another breath and close my eyes when I see y/n. She is indeed impaled and blood pools around her as she lays unconscious. 

“Buck, we’ll get to her,” Ravi promises as he puts a hand on my shoulder. 

“Yeah. I know. I’m not letting her go out like this. Not yet. It’s too early and there’s a lot that needs to be said,” I inform as I promise myself in my head that if we make it out, I’ll tell her how I really feel. 

“And it will be said,” he agrees with a head nod before going back over to the truck. 

“Please tell me you made it, Cap,” I whisper to myself as I look out over the scene again. 

“Okay, Ravi. Let’s go!” I shout to him as I turn around, ready to scale the concrete. 

“118, LAPD on scene at the lower level and here to assist,” Athena’s voice comes over the radio just as I hop over, ready to scale down to Hen. 

“118? Captain?” she asks in a scared tone when she gets no response from her husband. 

“Hen! That’s you!” I yell out to her, leaning back a bit. 

“LAPD, this is Wilson. Captain Nash is unaccounted for, we also have one impaled and unconscious. I’m in command. Anything you can do to help survivors on the ground level would be appreciated, ” Hen replies over the radio as I start to quickly scale down with a harness bag. 

“Copy that!” Athena quickly replies again over the radio. 

Once I get down to the ambulance, I set the bag on it and I get closer to the front of it. I quickly tie the rope to the car and pull on it ever so slightly. 

“Hey, Ravi, tension!” I call out to him and I wait a moment before leaning against the ambulance. 

I bounce on it a couple times to see how stable it is and smile when it comes out very stable. I quickly climb back to the top of the ambulance and pull the harness bag in front of me. 

“Okay. Hen, you got a harness and capture strap. Take Chimney and the patient, you send them down,” I explain to her as I throw the strap and harness in the window to her. 

“I’m headed to the van. Then I’ll get y/n. I’ll see you at the bottom,” I inform her of my plan before getting off the ambulance and heading to Eddie. 

It takes me a few minutes, but soon I make it to the van. I come to a stop next to it as Ravi looks over the side. 

“Sending down the saw!” he shouts to me before dropping me the saw bag. 

“Okay, Eddie, you in there?” I ask as I pause and listen in and he gives me a small ‘Yup’ through his groans of pain. 

“Let me get these doors open. Just shield your eyes,” I inform him before I pull the saw from the bag along with the protective glasses and start to saw at the door. 

I work for a few minutes at the door before soon I can start to pull at them. I pull one open and groan as I pause, taking the glasses off to look in at Eddie, who’s trapped under the fridge looking up at me. 

“Hey,” I pant out as I hold onto the door. 

“Any sign of Cap?” he huffs out as he struggles to breathe and I shake my head. 

“How’s y/n?” he asks and I sigh. 

“Currently, she’s bleeding out. I’m getting her next,” I inform him and he nods. 

“Sorry about this,” I apologize as I move closer to him and grab his arms. 

“Yeah. It’s gonna suck,” he comments before I pull on him. 

I pull him out and he yells out in pain as I do. Soon I’m pulling him out of the van all together and he grits his teeth. 

“Okay, I got you,” I comment as I pull him out and quickly we’re climbing down so he can get medical. 

Once he’s down standing on his own feet, some other paramedics come over to us. They get Jo first and Hen groans as she leans over before puking. 

“Hen!” Eddie yells out as we watch her double over. 

“Hey,” Eddie tells me before we both rush over to Hen, who lays flat on top of the truck she’s on. 

“I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay,” she groans, waving us off. 

“I’m okay. I’m pretty sure I’m just concussed,” she explains as she sits up and moves her helmet. 

“We got to get Chimney and y/n! We got to get Chimney and y/n!” she suddenly yells out as she looks back up. 

“No. Hey, hey, hey. We’ll get Chimney and y/n. Let’s get you down. Come on,” we both try to stop her as she groans. 

“Come on down. I promise I’ll get him and y/n,” I inform her as we all reach out for her. 

“We got you. We got you. Come on. No rush,” I rant as she finally starts to try and crawl down. 

“Okay. Come on. Let’s go. Let’s go. Let’s go,” Eddie chants as he wraps her arm around his shoulder while she pants out of breath. 

“Eddie, you got her, yeah?” I ask and he nods, giving me a small ‘hmm’ as they continue to walk. 

“Okay. I’m going back for Chim and y/n. I’ll be back,” I promise and he nods. 

Just before I turn, there’s another loud, metallic creaking noise and we all turn around. My eyes widen as the ambulance starts to shake around and the van starts to look like it’ll fall any second. 

To Be Continued…

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♕ No Matter What - Part 11 | Lena Luthor ♕

Pairing: Lena Luthor x reader

Warnings: none

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Surprising Lena with breakfast was definitely a success. Her eyes lit up when she saw the bagels I got and we ate together at the kitchen island.

She told me about her work plans for the day, but I only listened half heartedly because I kept thinking about last night’s realization.

I think I’m falling in love with you. . .

That thought crosses my mind every time her soft eyes meet mine.

The reminder that’s she’s still my boss however is still present and I’m torn between acting on my feelings and staying professional. Well, partly professionally because we have crossed a line already by cuddling on the couch and sleeping in the same bed.

The rain is currently pelting down outside, the clouds dark and angry-looking, while Lena is typing away at her laptop at the kitchen island.

I’m on the couch, working on my own laptop, but I’m distracted. I keep glancing at Lena and the sharp line of her jaw as she works it, squinting at her screen.

Usually I’d go for a run to work off all this nervous energy, but the weather is too bad and I don’t want to leave Lena alone.

I shift on the couch, feeling restless and try to focus on the task at hand for over half an hour before it just gets too much.

I shut my laptop and place it on the coffee table, getting up and pacing.

I don’t get to do it for long though because Lena soon turns around with a raised eyebrow. “What are you doing?”

I stop and stare at her wide eyed. I knew she was still there, but I was too occupied with my own thoughts to even consider the possibility of her calling me out on my weird behavior.

“I— Uhm— I’m antsy,” I reply awkwardly before adding, “I usually go for a run when I’m felling like this, but. . . you know.” I gesture to my left where rain is streaming down the outside of the windows.

Lena’s eyebrows knit together and she suggests, “You could go to the gym.”

I shake my head and sigh. “No, I don’t want to leave you alone. I mean I could— You know what, never mind.”

“No, come on what is it? What were you going to say?” she questions and it makes my stomach flutter when I think of what I was going to say.

“I was just— I have a pull up bar for my doorframe and there is this one calisthenics workout I’ve been wanting to try, but I don’t want to disturb you while you’re working,” I admit, scratching my neck nervously.

Lena’s ears turn pink and she bites the inside of her cheek. “You mean you want to workout in the living room?” she asks and I nod.

“But, like I said, you’re busy and—“

“No! I-I mean, I don’t mind,” she corrects and now her cheeks are pink as well as she squares some papers in a folder on the island. “I can just put in some headphones.”

I gape at her, but quickly school my features not to show my surprise. “O-Okay.”

Lena smiles bashfully and turns back to her computer while I go to my bedroom to change into a pair of shorts and a black, long-sleeved compression shirt.

I don’t want to wear a regular shirt because I have this unexplainable fear that it will snag on the pull up bar and cause me to either fall or accidentally hang myself.

I grab my bluetooth headphones and connect them to my phone and take the pull up bar from behind the door to install it on the doorframe.

It’s up in a matter of seconds and when I glance in the direction of the kitchen I find Lena with her back turned in my direction, her headphones plugged into her laptop.

I turn on some music and get started with the workout.

In a matter of minutes, I’m panting and sweating and I wipe the sweat off my forehead as I take a short break, leaning against the doorframe.

The workout is harder than expected and is really kicking my ass, but it has managed to take my mind off Lena and my feelings for her which was the ultimate goal.

However, as I’m taking a break I notice how tense Lena is. She still has her back turned to me and her headphones are still in her ear, but her shoulders are rigid and her ears are a fiery red.

I frown and wonder what’s gotten under her skin, but quickly push those thoughts to the back of my mind as I feel recovered enough to continue the workout.

I do pull ups until my muscles are sore before doing some toes to bar. Then I drop to the floor and to push ups before collapsing with a groan. I do that four more times until I can barely move.

I take out my earphones and pause my music, dragging my hands down my sweaty face. I’m thirsty and in desperate need of a shower, so I make my way to the kitchen and grab a bottle of water from the fridge.

Lena is still working but as I take a sip of water I hear a quiet gasp behind me. I turn and catch her eyes rake up and down my body. She’s shamelessly staring but when our eyes meet she quickly looks back at her laptop.

I smile to myself and take another sip of water. “I’m going to shower real quick. Is there anything you need from me right now?“

Lena gulps and keeps her eyes trained on the screen in front of her. “No, I’m alright. Thank you,” she croaks out.

I nod in acknowledgment even though she’s not looking at me and make my way to the bedroom. I grab a change of clothes, some sweatpants and a shirt, before going into the bathroom.

I shower, enjoying the way the hot water makes my muscles relax, and get dressed fairly quickly. My stomach rumbles and I check my phone for the time, realizing that it’s almost time for dinner.

When I return to the main living area, Lena’s no longer at the kitchen island. She’s standing on tip-toes in front of the open fridge.

“Whatcha doin’?” I ask, coming up behind her and looking in the fridge as well.

She looks over her shoulder and smiles nervously when she notices our proximity. “I was thinking we could cook something, but you really don’t have a lot to work with.”

I grimace and mumble, “Yeah, sorry about that,” as she closes the fridge again. “There’s a convenience store right around the corner though. If you want I can head out and get some stuff. What were you thinking of making?”

Lena turns around, trapping herself between me and the fridge. There’s barely any space left between us and when she looks up to meet my eyes I feel my heart racing in my chest.

Her pupils are blown and her lips part ever so slightly, letting out a puff of air that I feel on my chin. “I was thinking of cacio e pepe and some chocolate soufflé for desert.”

I swallow harshly, but not because of the food she just mentioned. “I— That sounds delicious. . .”

Lena hums and her eyes flicker between my own before darting to my lips. I’m frozen to the spot, almost suffocating on the tension between us as she slowly places her hands on my chest. “Mhmm. . . We’ll need eggs, Parmesan cheese, dark chocolate, flour and sugar.”

“I should probably write that down,” I joke quietly without actually making a move to do grab a pen and paper.

Lena huffs in mild amusement, but her eyes stay focused on my own. She lets her hands travel from my chest, over my shoulder and onto my biceps, squeezing softly. “Can I ask you something?”

Mouth dry, I find myself nodding dumbly. My skin tingles where she’s touching me and I can feel the warmth of her hand through my shirt.

“Why don’t you kiss me?” she whispers.

My eyes widen and my jaw drops at her forwardness. “I—I don’t— I didn’t think you— Huh?”

She falters slightly and averts her eyes. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I— Shit. Forget what I just said.”

“No!” I blurt out when she goes to slip away. My hands land on her waist and she gasps, her eyes darting back up. “It’s just— You’re my boss, Lena. I can’t—“

“Then you’re fired.”

My eyebrows shoot up and my grip on her waist tightens involuntarily. “I—What?”

Lena cups my neck and runs her thumbs over my jaw. She studies me intently for a reaction before repeating herself. “You’re fired. I don’t want you to be my bodyguard anymore. I like you and I want you to be just you, and I really want to kiss you.”

That last part comes out in a whisper and my heart feels like it’s about to explode in my chest. “But you can’t fire me. . .”

Oh my God, what is wrong with you, Y/N! Why would you say that?!

“I can resign though,” I amend quickly, mentally patting myself on the back when the coroners of Lena’s lips twitch upward.

“You’d do that?” she asks, insecurity flitting across her face.

I nod adamantly and pull her closer, one of my hands landing on her lower back while the other stays on her waist. We’re now chest to chest and I can feel every contour of her body against mine.

I lean down to make up for the height difference until my nose is barely brushing against hers. “I also really want to kiss you,” I confess in a whisper.

It makes Lena gasp and within the next second, she pulls me into a kiss by the back of my neck. My eyes fly shut and I sink into it as my heart flips in my chest.

Her lips are warm and soft and when she moves them against mine for the first time, I feel my knees weaken.

She pulls me closer, swiping her tongue over my bottom lip and I grant her access with a breathy moan. Her fingers thread through my damp hair at the back of my neck and I push her against the fridge, making her gasp.

My hands roam her back and waist and when I nip at her bottom lip, she digs her nails into my scalp.

It’s messy and we’re soon both panting against each other’s lips.

When the need for air however becomes too much, Lena places a hand on my chest and pushes me back gently.

Her breaths hit my lips and I want to lean back in, but I know I have to let her catch her breath first. She might be sporty, going to spin and yoga classes every now and then, but she doesn’t have the stamina a service in the army will grant you.

I rub my thumbs over her ribs and rest my forehead against hers, allowing myself to fully enjoy the closeness for the first time.

“That was. . .” Lena trails off and huffs a breath of laughter against my face.

I chuckle and finish her though. “Amazing.”

“Yeah,” she whispers and when she opens her eyes they’re glittering with happiness.

I brush the tip of my nose against hers which makes her laugh softly, a sound that is quickly becoming one of my favorites.

One of her hands slides onto my cheek and she traces the corner of my lips with her thumb. Her touch tickles and I turn my head to press a kiss to the pad of her thumb.

She watches with adoring eyes, smiling, and I can’t help but lean forward again to peck her lips a couple of times.

“So, what now?” I ask, but before Lena can answer, my stomach grumbles.

“Dinner?” she suggests playfully and I shake my head with a smile.

“No, I mean about us,” I say, moving back a bit without taking my hands off her waist.

Lena takes a deep breath and places her hands on my chest right as my stomach makes itself known again. “Let’s talk about it over dinner.”

I drop my chin to my chest with an embarrassed smile. “Okay. I’ll head to the convenience store then.“

Lena laughs and extricates herself from my embrace. “Yeah, you do that while I go take a shower. Then we can cook together once you’re back.”

I grab a pen and paper and jot down everything Lena said we will need.

Then I slip on my shoes and throw on a jacket. It’s still pouring outside, so I pull the hood over my head.

Just as I’m about to slip out though, Lena hurries out of the bedroom. “Oh good, you’re still here. Could you also get some pasta? There’s barely any left in your pantry.”

“Sure.” I pat down my pockets to make sure I have my wallet on me. That is when a thought strikes me. “Hey, Lena. Can I ask you something?”

Lena, having already made her way back to the bedroom, turns in the doorway and nods for me to go on.

“Why now?” I ask. “Why did you tell me about your feelings now? Why did you kiss me now?”

Lena’s ears turn bright red and she frowns, embarrassed. “No reason.”

“Riiight.” I smirk and rest a hand on my hip.

She huffs. “It’s just-“ she vaguely gestures at me “you know. . . All those pull ups and push ups—“

I laugh before she can finish her sentence and open the door wider. “Wow. Who would have thought? Lena Luthor is a secret horn-dog.”

“Hey!” she exclaims and I laugh even more. When I notice the mortified look on her face though, I smile reassuringly.

“I’m just kidding,” I say. “Now go shower, I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.”

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Yay! They finally kissed. I hope you guys liked it. Spoiler alert: The next part will be somewhat angsty, so get ready for that I guess. . .

Tag list: @nerethos @orange15quote @nuianced-tck-enby @autorasexy @unexpected-character

[cvm4jas]

☆Girl Crush ☆

Chris Sturniolo x best friend reader

Warnings: mentions of smut, angst, crying. (this is not a happy ending. i’m sorry😭🫶)

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I wanted nothing more than to rip my hair out. She was so pretty, so skinny, so… perfect. Her hair was so long and healthy, and she smelled so nice like berries. And me? I was nothing compared to her.

Gracie smiled at Chris, gently placing her hand on his chest. Even her smile was beautiful , her perfect white teeth shining almost brighter than her eyes when she looked at him. Chris smiled back at her, his smile bigger than it ever had been before. She made him so happy… so much happier than I ever had.

She whispers something in his ear, making him laugh as his cheeks flush red. “Gracie, you can’t tease me like that,” I hear him whisper back to her. He pushes a strand of her long blonde hair out of her face, admiring her beauty.

I wanted to hate her. I wanted nothing more than to hate her with every fiber in my body, but I couldn’t. I can’t hate someone so amazing… so perfect. She was everything I wasn’t. I wished for nothing more than to be in her shoes, for him to love me the way he loved her.

He leans in and kisses her lips gently, smiling into the kiss, savoring it as if it was the last time his lips would ever touch hers. In that very moment, I knew I wanted nothing more than for my lips to touch hers the way his had. I want to taste her lips, just to see what his could possibly ever taste like.

I watch as she cuddles into him and pulls away from the kiss gently. She looks over and sees me looking, but I look away quickly. I see her smile at me gently out of the corner of my eye. It wasn’t an angry or petty smile. It was simply just a genuine smile. I wished nothing more than for her to be some evil, psycho bitch, but she wasn’t. She was kind, and funny, and amazing. She was perfect for him in every way. She was perfect. I could stare at her for days and wish that I was her every second.

“Y/n/n, do you wanna put on a movie? We can order some food too!” she said to me with a kind smile on her face. She was so kind, so sweet, so perfect.

“uhm, sure” I say back to her, trying my best to put on a smile. I watch Nick come downstairs with his computer in one arm and his phone in his other hand. He comes and sits on the couch next to me, leaning his back against the corner of it and propping his feet up in my lap. Nick had been one of my closest friends for the past 7 years now. Chris may have been my best friend, but Nick knew everything about me, even how I felt for Chris. “get your feet out of my lap, kid.” i chuckle softly and smile at him.

“cry about it” he flips me off but then smiles at me.

“we were gonna watch a movie. any suggestions?”

“we can watch Coraline if you want, Y/n/n. i know it’s your favorite. Gracie loves it too” Chris smiles down at Gracie as she lays her head on his chest, looking up at him with a smile. I look away from the scene, noticing Nick was already staring at me. He had this sorry look on his face, but I couldn’t seem to look him the eyes either.

“uh yeah, that’s fine.” I grab the remote and turn on the tv, searching for Coraline. I turn the movie on, sitting quietly through the whole thing. I could hear Chris and Gracie’s soft giggles throughout the whole movie, and I wanted nothing more than to be her. I could smell her beautiful berry sent, and I wanted to drown myself in her perfume.

Once the movie was over, I stayed on the couch a bit longer with Nick. Chris and Gracie went back to his room, practically pulling each other down the stairs. I could hear what was going on in his room from where I sat on the couch, and I couldn’t stop listening. She had everything I had ever wanted. I wanted nothing more than to be graced with her touch, just to understand what he feels when he’s with her.

I look over at Nick, not knowing what to do with myself anymore. I wanted to be her, just to see what it’s like to be loved by Chris. Nick looked back at me with a sorry face before closing his laptop and pushing it off of his lap.

“Let’s go to my room and watch RuPaul. That always makes me feel better.”

I chuckle softly at his words, knowing he was trying his best to cheer me up. He always knew how to make me laugh, even in the moments where i wanted nothing more than to be someone else.

I follow Nick up to his room, jumping on his bed and cuddling with Rich, his stuffed sloth. He jumped onto the bed beside me, turning on RuPaul and watching it with me. I could still hear Chris and Gracie having the time of their lives, but it was quieter now. after a few hours, Nick finally turned the tv off and went to bed.

I stayed up for a few hours after him, just holding onto Rich. The entire house had gone quiet, and I knew I was the only person awake. I quietly got up from the bed and went downstairs to the kitchen. I grab a Dr. Pepper from the fridge and sit down at their kitchen table. I sit in the dark, scrolling through my phone quietly.

I look up when I hear someone walk into the kitchen and turn the light on. Chris grabbed a drink from the fridge, not even acknowledging me at first.

“why are you up? it’s late”

“‘m just not tired” I shrug my shoulders gently as I take a sip of my drink.

He gave my a curious look, but brushed it off either way. “oh. well, get to bed soon. you’ll be cranky in the morning if you don’t”

I just nod my head at his words, not saying much. “yeah, I will”

I watch as he turns the light back off and walks downstairs to his bedroom. I don’t move from my spot at the table, sitting there quietly. Before I realize it, a few hours go by and i’m still at the table, just thinking about everything. The sky starts to brighten slightly, and my phone says it’s 5:45. I hear a door open before I see Matt walk out of his room to go to the bathroom. i don’t say anything, just sitting there quietly instead as i go on my phone. He comes out a few minutes later, sharing eye contact with me for a second.

“what are you doing up?”

I shrug slightly, dismissing his question. “just sitting”

He looks at me curiously before walking into the kitchen. He grabs a Root Beer from the fridge before sitting down in front of me. “just sitting?” He starts as he opens his drink and takes a sip. “are you sure?”

I’m quiet for a moment before i shrug my shoulders a bit. “yeah, just sitting”

“you wanna talk about it?”

I don’t respond back to him, sitting there quietly. “not really” I say quietly

Matt nods his head, not saying anything else. He just sits there quietly with me, embracing the silence. “then let’s ’just sit’ together”

We sit there quietly, watching the sun rise through the kitchen window. He doesn’t pressure me to speak, nor does he speak to me. Everything is just quiet.

I’m the midst of everything, I think about Gracie. I think about how I want her long blonde hair, her magic touch, her midnight laugh. I think about how maybe if I was more like her, Chris would want me more. Maybe, just maybe, if I was more like her, he’d see me. He’d acknowledge me. He’d love me. But he doesn’t. He loves her. He wants her, and I want nothing more than to be her. I wanted nothing more than to know how his lips tasted, what his touch felt like, what it felt like to be loved by him. I want to be her, more than anything.

I have a Girl Crush.

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a/n: hello! i’m so sorry if this is low key ass. this is my first ever fanfic that i’ve ever written, so i’m still learning! i really hope everyone liked it! i promise my next ones will be better than this one was. let me know if you guys want a part two to this story! for now, i hope everyone enjoyed and i hope everyone has a great day!! -Jas🫶🫶

[bakugosworld]

Bitter not sweet

Endeavor x f! reader

platonic shoto x reader

Enji Todoroki and Y/N used to be a power couple. They used to be the most applauded couple at UA. Key words, used to be. Something disturbing happened to destroy their relationship, and now years later Y/N (a pro hero) is now helping teach and support her ex’s son in the same school she met his father.

Warnings: slight angst? Endeavor being Endeavor, trauma dumping, personal grudges

Endeavor could hear nothing but his own boots walking through the halls of his own agency. The place is empty due to the major villain attack that had happened earlier that day, and many of his sidekicks stayed to clean up the fight while Endeavor went to file some important paperwork due that day.

He shuffled inside his office and slowly shuts the door. As he makes his way to his desk his cell phone begins to ring. He quickly fishes it out of his pocket, recognizing the tune to be Fyumi calling. Thinking that there was an emergency he tenses up as he answers it. “Fyumi, what’s going on?” His voice alert. He hears her laugh from the other end of the line, his shoulders relaxed a bit. “Hey dad, I just wanted to know what you wanted for dinner? Shoto just finished his first day of UA and I want us all to eat together to celebrate tonight!” She seems excited as per usual.

Endeavor wraps up the conversation and stuffs his phone back into his pocket. Sighing as he sits down.

*earlier that day, Y/Ns perspective*

I had been hired as a new Heroics and Law teacher at UA high this year. I walked into the building for the first day of school and had passed a few familiar pros along the way. Once I reach my classroom I set down my bag and log into my computer. I had gotten the class environment set up during my orientation with Nezu who had provided me all the safety protocols and instructions. Once my computer is loaded I pull up my seating chart that EraserHead had provided and projected it to the wall, not even bothering to look at it.

I didn’t have a class untill an hour or two later considering I’m not a homeroom teacher, so I had decided to sit in the Faculty Room while I waited and caught up with a few long term friends. Once the bell went off I started walking to my classroom with Present Mic whose class is right next to mine. We stand outside the door chatting while watching the students trickle in one by one.

Eventually I had walked in to begin class. “Hello class my name is (pro hero name) but you can all me miss (last name)” I greet as I stand at the podium in the front of their seats. The class greets me back and I hear a few students talking amongst themselves quietly. “I going to call attendance so when I call your name just say a simple ‘here’. And if I mispronounce your name, please inform me right away. Understood?”

The students mutter words of acknowledgment. Going through the list, I seen a few surnames that are recognizable. “Next is shoto todo…roki…?” My jaw slightly agape as the last name rings in my head like a steel drum. The name Todoroki repeating itself over and over again. “Here” a monotone voice rings from the back of the classroom. I slowly turn my head up to look at the boy with split dyed hair. There’s no way. He looks exactly like him. Like her too. My heart squeezes in my chest. I thought I was over it.

I break myself out of the thought. I’ll just look into it after class. “Katsuki Bakugou?” I continue with roll call despite being shaken. I hear an angry grumble “here” from the opposing side of the classroom. I sigh and continue with class as normal despite me screaming internally.

A few students came to talk to me after class, some of them wanted to know more about my pro hero life *cough midoria cough* while others wanted to know more about the subject I would be teaching them this year. One student in particular left the class without a word to anyone. Yep. That’s his kid alright.

*back to the todoroki household*

“So shoto.. how was your first day?” Endeavor asks before shoving food into his mouth. Shoto sighs “it was fine..” Endeavor looks up to his youngest son. “What about your teachers? What teachers do you have, I want to make sure you have the best of the best so you can reach your goal” endeavor shoves more food into his mouth while waiting for his son’s response.

“My homeroom teacher is Mr. Aizawa. Then I have Miss (L/N) for Heroics and Law. Then I have Present Mic for English.” Shoto muttered quietly but it was loud enough for Endeavor to hear. Endeavor choked on his rice and slammed one hand on the table to stabilize himself while the other beat at his chest to dislodge the food from his throat.

Fyumi panicked and started to pat her father on the back, while asking him if he’s okay. Natsuo held back a very slight smile and kept eating. Endeavor finally cleared his throat and started down at the table in disbelief. ‘…y/n??’

After that incident he had finished his food and left to his room muttering a small ‘thank you’ to Fyumi for the dinner. Endeavor sat on the edge of his bed, looking towards the ground and his hands cupped around his mouth to help calm him down. He sat there for hours, thinking back on memories of you two in your high school days. It had been a long time since he had thought of you, he tried to suppress the memories due to the guilt that ate him alive.

—flashback—

“Enji!” Your voice rang through the halls of UA, he can hear your footsteps grow increasingly louder. He glanced over his shoulder to see you running his way. He smirked slightly and faced away from you, unsurprisingly, you jumped onto his back, like you always did, and wrapped your arms around his neck, and legs around his waist. He chuckled a bit “Hey hun, have a good day?” He asked while pushing you up his back by your thighs and holding you there. You nod into his neck. “It was good, Toshinori helped me push even harder with my quirk today during training” you say smiling. Enji slightly frowned at the name but was still happy for you. The truth is Enji never cared for Toshinori but didn’t absolutely hate him either. “That’s great darling, I’m happy for you” Enji bounced you on his back jokingly. You laugh as he spins you both around. “Thank you beef cake” you tease, and plant a sweet kiss on his cheek.

—End of flashback—

Enji sighed and sat up a bit more. He looked around his room, seeing pictures of his kids and a few with Rei. He walks to his closet and grabs out a small box. He sits down on his bed again and opens the box that contains photos. Sifting through a few, he finally found what he was searching for. It was a picture of you and him together outside of UA on the first day of your third year. You were wrapped in his arms standing infront of him, both of you smiling widely.

He set the photo on his bedside table and threw the box under his bed. Finally deciding to go to bed since he had to leave early for work tomorrow morning. He lays down and stares at his ceiling. Little did he know, his dreams will be filled with memories of you that night.

A week later

You were sitting in your empty classroom, it was half hour before first period started when you heard a knock on your door. You looked up from your computer, wondering why anyone would be here so early to talk to you. “Come in” you project your voice so they can hear you. Slowly the door opened to reveal Shoto Todoroki himself. “Sorry to bother you so early Miss (L/N)” he gave a small bow to you. “You’re not bothering me at all Todoroki. Is there something I can do for you?” I say turning towards him to give him my undivided attention.

He looks sort of puzzled. “Yeah actually, I wanted to talk to you about something” he says still standing at the door. You pull up a chair next to you and pat it, signaling for him to sit down. “What’s on your mind kid?” You say as he sits down.

“I guess I’m just confused.” He says tilting his head slightly. “How so?” You asked him, slightly mirroring his actions. “I found this in my dad’s room.” He says lifting up the photo of you and Enji together. You sucked in a breath and felt your heart drop, now understanding what this is about.

“What is this about? Clearly you and my father know each other. Very well. So what exactly happened?” He says looking up to you. noticing your shocked face he immediately felt bad. “I apologize if I had made you uncomfortable Miss (L/N).”

Finally, you shake out of your shocked state. “No, no. Don’t worry about it Todoroki. And to answer your question, your father and I.. well.. we used to be together.. but that was a long time ago.” You say quietly. Todoroki nodded.

Todoroki had asked a few more questions to which you were happy to answer them. He then left to go to his first class, leaving you completely alone to think about Enji.

Aizawas class had a field trip today, so the only classes you had to teacher were 1-B and 1-C. Which was relatively easy considering they are both calm classes. For the most part. That was untill you were getting ready for your next class when Mrs. Midnight burst into your room. “(Hero name)!! we need you to help immediately!! Class 1-A has been attacked by villains at one of our training centers! Your class is getting covered by nezu, please hurry!!”

Chills ran cold down your spine. You immediately bolted out the door and ran as fast as you could to your car. Breaking the speeding limit as a hero looked bad, but your students were in danger. You were doing 80 in a 30. The only thing you can think of was how scared your students must be, but you know they can handle themselves.

You were, unsurprisingly, the first hero on scene. Bursting through the doors, you took in the battle before you. Immediately jumping into action, you protect your students with your life. You hold off the villains untill the rest of the pros show up.

—a sort few days later—

(I’m not good at writing fighting scenes sorry)

You thought it was a horrible idea. Anything can go wrong. It was absurd. Hosting the sports festival directly after a villain attack?? That’s just disrespectful to the students who fought hard to stay alive during the attack.

You angrily grumbled to yourself. You were walking around the stadium to ease your mind. The first task just finished, Midoria taking first place which shocked everyone. You huffed and leaned your back against a wall. “Enjoying the festival so far?” You heard a voice ask.

You peak up to see nezu approaching you. “Yeah I guess so” you mumble. “What seems to be on your mind (y/n)?” Nezu asked while sitting on the ledge next to you. “Is this the right thing nezu? Having the festival right after the attack? Won’t it put everyone on edge? What about the villains? Wouldn’t they show up here if they really wanted to?”

Nezus face never changed. “I see why you’re concerned (Y/N), but this festival is supposed to take the students minds off of what happened. And for the safety, we have plenty of pros here incase anything does go wrong. It would be the villains downfall to prey on the kids now”

You relaxed a bit more with that statement. “Yeah you’re right” Nezu nods. “I am, well I do have to go now. If you need anything else you know where to find me” nezu says as he wanders away.

You once again are alone. You stand up and start walking down the hall. “So. You’re a teacher now?” You shiver at the deep voice and you stop in your tracks. “Yeah. What about it?” You snap back. You turn around to see endeavor who had just turned the corner. “You’re teaching my son.” He replied with his casual RBF.

Scoffing, you cross your arms over your chest. “Really? I had no idea.” Your voice dripping with sarcasm. He didn’t seem to appreciate that but he stayed quiet for a moment. “Is that all you wanted? If so, I’ll be on my way.” You turn around to leave once again.

“It wasn’t my choice”

—flashback—

“What the hell enji?!” You screamed at him. His eyes dropping from your face down to the floor. “Did you have this planned the whole time??” You you yelled a bit louder once more, tears brimming your eyes. He, too, teared up. Feeling ashamed of himself.

It was the day before your graduation from UA, and Enji was here before you telling you, after three years, that things won’t work out. “Was I a joke to you?” He didn’t respond..

What was worse. Is he had proposed to Rei, your best friend of thirteen years. “How long were you together for?” Your voice filled with venom and tears. You weren’t even sure if you wanted to know the truth. Was this even real? Who would propose to your girlfriend’s best friend and not the girlfriend?

Even after all the talks of ‘I can’t wait to marry you’ ‘we should have kids’ ‘I’m gonna grow old with you’. You had foolishly believed it all.

He wanted to say something to soothe you, he wanted to hug you, to kiss you, to tell you everything is gonna be okay. He wanted to make the whole situation go away. He felt a deep hatred for himself, and for his father.

—flashback ends—

“The hell do you mean ‘it wasn’t your choice’” you mock, growing more irritated. He sighs. “I didn’t want to marry her” you scoff “yeah right. Now you’re just wasting my time.”

Enji grows agitated now, but still hurt. “It was my father. He forced me into the marriage. For benefits of the quirks. He threatened to ‘get rid’ of you if I didn’t cooperate. I knew you’d be safer staying away from me, so I left. I did as he said. Because I loved you. And truth is, I believe I still do.” He mumbled the last part. Sure, you’ve seen him several times throughout the years. You kinda had to considering he’s the number two pro hero. He’s at your meetings, on the same patrol route sometimes, on the scene of a crime. He’s everywhere. But this is the first time he’s addressed you since the break up.

Hearing his words though… you wanted to believe him. You had found the piece of yourself that still loved him too. It that didn’t change the fact that he was married with several kids. And you couldn’t do that to them. Especially shoto as you’ve grown fond of the boy.

“I’d love to believe you. Truly. I still care for you Enji, dare I say I love you. If I could, I’d be with you right now. But we can’t be together. Never again. As much as I do love you, you must think of your family first.” You say as you turn away and walk down the hall, heading towards the stands to watch the rest of the festival. Enji watched her walk away for what felt like the hundredth time, and his heart shattered.

But little did either of them know, shoto was standing just around the corner, listening to the conversation. He too, had grown fond of you. He had even started looking up to you as if you were the mother that he never really had. Needless to say, he was just as disappointed in his dad as his dad was with himself.

[coichii]

Trapped - BANG CHAN pairing: bf!chan x gen netrual! reader

genre: angst, comfort, enstranged relationship

word count: 0.8k

warnings: nothing specific !

A/N : let’s not talk abt my break… no promises about a return, i just felt inspiration at 10pm on a thursday :p | this is one of my better pieces if i do say so myself 😚

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You sighed loudly as you stared blankly at the computer screen.

Recently, you had been caught up with this 4 page essay that your chemistry professor insisted be done by tomorrow, and you had barely touched the first paragraph.

Lately, everything had felt like it was going down hill. School had been tumbling essay after essay on top of regular work, your friends who you assumed were your people had been ghosting you, and your family had been absent too.

But worst of all, he wasn’t there.

At first, Chan would just claim to have some extra work at the studio to finish, insisting that a wave of inspiration just hit him. This didn’t bother you much at in the beginning, the extra time only keeping him away for an extra 30 minutes before he came home and took care of you.

Then, it started getting bad.

He would stay in the studio for full on hours, sometimes not coming home until 2, or insisting he’d stay at the dorms that night. And on the off chance he actually came home, he never had any energy to focus on you.

You thought this wouldn’t bother you much, telling your self that this was just the price of dating an idol.

Telling yourself this as a tear rolls down your cheek.

You didn’t even realize you began to cry, mind too focused on somehow finding a connection to the previous sentence. Mind to focused on how much you want him to comfort you and tell you it will all be okay.

Like he used to.

You didn’t notice the front door open, too busy swimming in your thoughts. In walks Chan at some unholy hour of the night, probably around 2am.

“Hey y/n, what are you still doing up?” Chan expresses, surprised since he usually finds you fast asleep this late into the night.

When he doesn’t get a response, he moves closer to you, assuming you may have had in earpods. However, when he sees the tears running down your face rapidly, something you only just realized, he starts to panic.

“Y/n? Baby what wrong?” He asks, obviously worried. Slowly you begin to look over to him, not even sure if you recognize him anymore.

“Oh. Your home.” you scoff, standing up, disappointed at how he only started caring now that you’re crying. “Shocked that you even remembered that I live here.”

“Baby, What? Where is all of this coming from”? Chan said, slightly angry, which completely set you off.

“I don’t know Chris, where is it coming from? Maybe from the fact that you barely come home anymore! Or maybe it’s that you don’t check on me or even ask me how my days going! Chris, you put 0 effort into me..into us anymore. I’m tired of coming home from an exhausting day and having no one to talk to, no one to be near, no one to love! You’re barely even intimate with me anymore- honestly i can’t name the last time we were!” you screamed, finally getting out everything that had been building up for the last month.

“Christopher, what i’m saying is you don’t care about me anymore. All you do is work, which I didn’t mind at first but now, you don’t even put any attention on me. It feels like you don’t want me anymore- like y-you don’t love m-me anymore.” you choked, falling to the floor in sobs.

Immediately, Chan ran towards you and scooped you in his arms. He began to slowly rub his hands alongside your back, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Holding you tight, talking to you sweetly and slowly, crying with you as you cried. Those were all the things you missed from the man who layes next to you.

Once you began to calm down, Chan started speaking. You assumed it was going to be a pile of excuses, but no, it was sincere enough to make you tear up again.

“Y/n, first I want to thank you for letting this off your chest, I had no idea that my absence meant this much to you. I have been so busy with work and music that I have lost sight of what is most important to me… which is you. I am so sorry, that you had to deal with everything, and I am so so sorry.. that i wasn’t there. I promise I’ll make some more time for you, no matter how packed my schedule gets, i’ll never let you feel like this again. I love you so much baby.” Chan declared, pulling you into a kiss.

This wasn’t any kiss. This was a kiss where he confirmed everything he previously stated was far from false. Deep and passionate, yet still loving and innocent.

After pulling away, the looked you in your teary eyes, only confirmed the truth.

The truth being that while it would be hard, and not everything would be immediately fixed, he was going to make it work one way or another.

For you.

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[pink-valkyrie-writes]

Hi! Can I request reader getting comforted by Mercy, Ashe, Junkerqueen, and Moira? Maybe they fell while out on a walk or something and needs some love from their girlfriend? Or you can do what you want, I don’t mind. I’m just in love with these 4 😭

this is so cute 😭thank you for requesting! My computer has been a little wack but the problem is fixed! Hopefully I can get out some fics sooner!!!!

Mercy, Ashe, Junker Queen and Moira comforting their s/o

Mercy

-Angela sat in her office, filling out paperwork and typing numbers on her laptop. She barely noticed when you opened the door and called her name

-You decided to visit her office after a hard day. Your computer was still messed up from the last week IT promised you they would fix and you spill your coffee all over your desk with important paperwork. After waiting almost 2 hours, your computer was fixed but you were now swarmed with work

-After getting angry phone calls all day and sending emails, you just wanted to spend time your girlfriend. The last thing you need was to trip over your own shoes. You looked up and recognized some of Angela's assistants...that just watch you trip over yourself. They seem to be giggling while walking away

-That was your breaking point, eye stinging as tears threaten to fall from your eyes. You got up and speed walked over to her office, wiping your face hurriedly while sniffling

-When Angela looked up from her laptop, she saw that you were in tears, "Liebling, what's the matter?". You couldn't answer her, you just put your face in your hands and cried. It seemed her just asking what was wrong was the last thing to make you break down

-"Oh my baby...Come here mien schatz," She whispered, stretching her arms out for you to come sit on her lap. You immediately went to her and sat down. She rubbed your back, "Let it out, tell me what happened," she asked

-Through tears and sobs, you told her your day. The last bit of her of her assistants ticked her off, "I'm sorry about your day liebling...and I will say something to those two, don't you worry," she promised, moving your hair out of your face

-You gave her a smile, "Thank you baby, you're an angel," you said, giving her a kiss on the lips <3

Ashe

-Elizabeth was having B.O.B run errands as she filled out some paperwork. Being head of a gang isn't easy work physically, but also financially

-You walked into her office unannounced, this annoys your girlfriend but after the shit you had to deal with? No, you need to be with her

-Earlier while training, you hurt your shoulder while shooting off a shotgun. What made the pain worse was her gang was laughing at you, pointing and rubbing it in

-You almost wanted to cry, the tears sat in your eyes, but you sucked it up and kept going. Even after training you were still teased, "I could see you were about to cry", "You were acting like a little bitch, it doesn't hurt that bad!", and "You're such a crybaby"

-The last comment hurt the most, you're not a crybaby...you just got hurt and it was a natural reaction to pain

-Ashe looked up from her work, "I told y'all to knock- Oh, hey sugar, what's wrong?" she asked, putting her work down. You shook your head, holding your shoulder, "I hurt myself.."

-"Aw pumpkin.." she got up from her seat, embracing you in a hug, "Tell me everything that happened," she cooed, kissing your forehead. As you explained the story to her, she cut you off, "What do you mean they were making fun of you?! I'll gut them like fishes!" she yelled, grabbing your hand and dragging to your shared bedroom

-Elizabeth had laid you down and put a heating pad under where you hurt shoulder is. She kissed your forehead, "I'll take care of this baby, you just lay here and I'll take care of ya. But for right now, I have some business to take care of.." she mumbled, kissing you before leaving the room

-You laid comfortably in bed, warmth embracing you as you heard you lovely, sweet girlfriend yell and scream at her gang in your honor <3

Junker Queen

-Again, again, and again. You were trying to weld two pieces of metal together but kept failing. For a couple weeks now you have been making your own armor and weapons

-You wanted to show off your own work and prove to the people around you that you are handy and can live in your junker town, but to also you're useful

-The sparks flying kept hitting your skin, making you more frustrated by the minute. Your forearms were almost burnt for sure due to the heat you were working with you. A stray spark flew and hit your shoulder, causing you to jump in pain

-Groaning, you threw the torch down and removed your mask. You were officially over this. You got up, almost stomping away like a child. You found your girlfriend slouching in her throne. Without saying a word, you sat in her lap and hid your face in her neck.

-"Woah..Hey babe, what's the matter?" she asked, awkwardly resting her hand on your lower back. You went on and explained your frustration, "I've been trying so hard, so hard...And I can't.." you choked, tears of built up frustration coming out.

-She wrapped her arms around you, "Aw baby...I know it's really hard, I never could do it in the beginning and that stuff does take practice. But for now take a break and relax, I got ya.." She whispered, kissing your temple

-Odessa let you sit in her lap and relax. She kept kissing your head and whisper comforting words you till you fell asleep. She decided to lay you down for the night. When you're in bed, Dez kisses your forearms, hoping her kisses would make your skin feel better

-When you woke up the next morning, you saw your armor that was barely assembled, built completely. You got up to examine the work, Odessa definitely saw your concept sketches and finished it for you <3

Moira

-Her lab was extra quiet today, nothing and no one was bothering Moira with her test. This was heaven... unlike her door opened

-She would've told that person to leave right away but she heard you pained voice, "Dear...why are you crying?" she asked you as you made your way towards her

-You were obviously crying, holding a towel over your hand, "I-I was making lunch and.. I cut my hand really bad and it's bleeding.." you sobbed. Moira saw the red stain on the pristine white towel

-"Oh gosh.." she mumbled, immediately taking you over to a clear table. She sat you up on the table, removing the towel, "You cut deep, no matter, I can fix what is broken..". Using her biotic grasp, she held your bleeding hand in her damaged one as the normal one sprayed out a yellow healing "spell"

-You felt a slight sting at the first but soon you started to feel more relaxed. You looked up at your lover, seeing her focus at her work

-"Thank you Moira.." you mumbled, feeling small as she meets your gaze. "It's my job to take of you..." she said, pulling away to dispose of the bloody towel

-You rubbed your now healed hand, "I know, but I still am thankful for you taking care of me...and I did interupt your quiet time," you smiled at her. She couldn't help but smile back, making her way back to you. She stood between your legs, her hands cupping your face, "I couldn't let anything happen to my one and only favorite person," she teased, leaning down to kiss you. "Now I can also spend of my 'quiet time' with you,"

-Moira picked you up, went and sat in her personal chair, and held you in her lap. It was hard for her not to go back to work, but she decided for now at least, she would hold you in her arms <3

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[umnitsa]

You should mess with Jim - 7

Summary: Big Jim is out for the week, he's eager to go back home! Maybe to your home :3

A/N: I don't even know, my friends. It just came to me as a flash, and damn, I missed Big Jim. By now I'm not sure we are going anywhere but the bedroom with those two bunnies. <3

Banner from @cafekitsune

Written with unholy eagerness and absolutely no proofreading!

Pairing: retiredpornstar!Hopper x fem!Reader

CW: Fingering, degradation (in a loving way), cockwarming, talks of Jim being an old man (any age gap is on your mind, I didn't write it!)

Jim had to be patient.

You two had a lovely day together and unwillingly parted ways. At least he wished you could have stayed more.

Fuck, you were cuddly. And you let him indulge in his laziness, curled on top of him, wasting hours of your time just enjoying the feeling of your skins touching.

But he couldn’t fuck you that night. He had a bit of a resurgence and, fuck, money was money. So he was going to travel for work, a week. He told you so, with sadness, and you just shyly asked if you could see him when he came back.

Jim wanted to sweep you into his arms and crush your body against his.

He never hated his work that much.

Every night he wondered if he should call you, and he broke his resolve by wednesday night.

“Hey, sweetie.” He softly gruffed.

“Jim!” You chirped happily. “I was hoping you would call.”

“Didn’t want to bother you.” He said softly. “If I knew I wouldn’t would have called earlier.”

You giggled, making him open a huge smile. He placed a hand behind his head, laying on the bed. Jim felt the stirrings of desire in his lower belly. Jim closed his eyes and exhaled, he still had shoots in the next day… Jim looked at his dick and huffed. He was surely regretting his policy of saving himself for the moneyshot that moment.

“What are you thinking?” You asked, curiously.

“I’m getting hard just from hearing you giggle, sweetie.” He growled. “I work tomorrow, I can’t do anything about this.”

“Really?” You giggled even more. “Don’t give me power, Big Jim.”

“You’re a tease.” He stated, his smile almost audible through the telephone, somehow. “Tell me how was your day.”

“Work, home, touching myself to a video of yours… Nothing much.” You teased, Jim groaned in response.

“Damn, sweetie, this is serious!” Jim blurted, exasperated but feeling incredibly fond of you at the same time. You exploded in giggles, and he huffed.

“Sorry.” You said, but he could hear you were not really sorry. Naughty little thing. He really enjoyed that aspect of you. “Anything new?”

“Oh, I was casted to play Santa, for the first time.” He said amusedly, scratching his chest, his cock hard, unattended, making his boxers sticky. “I’m gonna get all the ho-ho-hoes.” He continues, cheekily. You groan.

“I don’t know why this made me wet.” You giggle.

“I am the biggest DILF in the business, I know I am. I got the sense of humor and everything.” Jim looked down and sighed. “I gotta go, darling. This call isn’t getting easier.”

Jim had to be patient.

***

By friday you were angry and a bit testy. The damn call gave you the unholy idea not to touch yourself until Jim visited. You thought it would be sweet, just three days, it wouldn’t be much.

You were avoiding your computer like the plague, so you wouldn’t be tempted by all the porn in the internet.

You thought he would find it cute that you even tried, but by night you were considering getting your toys and not telling him what you did.

It was late, when you heard the knocking on the door.

Your state of undress didn’t bother you, only one person could be knocking on your door so late. Jim. But he told you he would arrive in the morning.

You opened the door, quickly.

“Did you order a pizza?” Jim was standing at the doorstep, smiling. He had two big boxes of pizza balanced in one hand, some beer on the other. There was a backpack hanging from his shoulders. You giggled, insanely happy to see him. “I finished early and changed my flight.”

You stepped back, inviting him in. You directed him to the table, so he could get rid of the pizza boxes and the beer, at least.

“Oh, I love men who come bearing gifts, you are a Prince.” You rubbed his back, humming as you felt his solid expanse under your fingers. A shiver between your legs made you tremble, and you were painfully aware of the fact you weren’t wearing panties under your big shirt. “I’m glad you came early.”

“It’s rare, but it happens.” He chuckled with his own double entendre, then turned to you. “Last weekend was so good I thought we could repeat the dose. Here, this time.” His big hand moved over your waist, pulling you closer. “I want you to see the one I did today, the Santa one.”

“Are you fishing to see if you can awake a new kink in me?”

“Oh, no. I wanna see you complain about every single dirty pun in the damn script, you’ll love it!” He grabs his belly and boasts a ho-ho-ho, to your utter dismay. You explode in laughter, then groans playfully. You can feel your thighs sticky, as he smirks at you. “Come on, let’s eat some pizza, then we can cuddle.”

You must have made a face, or a noise, because Hopper stopped, a slice of pizza on his big hand.

“What happened, sweetie?” He raised his eyebrows, looking concerned. “You look like a deer in the highlights.”

“Well…” You toe the floor, looking mischievous. “I felt sorry for you in that call so I stopped touching myself until you came back.”

“Oh, baby.” Jim’s eyes sparkled, a crooked, satisfied smirk curling his lip to one side. “You’re frustrated. Your greedy pussy didn’t get even a finger! I bet she’s hungry.”

Jim sat, smiling smugly, bit on the pizza slice as he watched your squirming. He chuckled and opened a beer.

“Sit, eat something, you’re gonna need your strength eventually.” Jim sounded so sweet you felt almost as if he was mocking you. It made you blush, his teasing.

“You’re evil, Jim.” You grumbled, pulling one chair.

“As if you don’t like it.” Jim pokes you playfully, fingertips tickling your side. “So you took pity on me and decided to save yourself for your own particular moneyshot.”

“When you say it like this it doesn’t sound like a good idea.” You chuckle.

“You forgot two things.” He raised two fingers, a huge, sweet smile on his face, making his eyes twinkle. “One: my work gives me some relief, so I wouldn’t be waiting for long. Two: you’re a horny little dirty thing. It must have been hell.”

He kept eating, as if nothing was happening, his fingertips tickling over your thigh, up and down. A feathery soft tease kissing your skin, up and down. You felt the tingle in your pussy, and a shiver up your body.

“Poor little thing.” He rumbled gently, palming your thigh, his warm palm a source of unbearable heat against your skin. “I bet you’re so frustrated. Your toys are probably glad for the small vacation.”

“Hey!” You blushed, squirming under his gaze. You squirmed, feeling pinned down by his eyes. You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, shame acting just as fuel to the fire between your legs. “I like to imagine my toys are happy.”

“I can imagine how much the little motors struggle to keep up with your desire, little slut.” He teased again, testing the waters to see your reaction. He looked so sweet, his eyebrows raised, degrading you so gently. Your nipples hardened, sensitive against the shirt. “Hmmm, I see you like that. Good to know… I do too, sweetie.” He brushes the back of his fingers against your nipple, rubbing gently up and down. “It’s so good when we enjoy those things together, isn’t it, honey?”

Even with all the sweetness, he sounded almost condescending. Smug, even.

You whimpered, nodding, almost overwhelmed by his light touch. He was playing with you.

“Aw, look at you, all dumb… And I barely did anything! So sensitive, little thing.” He palmed your breast, enjoying your hard nipple poking the palm of his hand. “I bet you’re not wearing panties.”

Jim let go of the pizza, opened a beer, then pulled you to sit on his lap.

“Oh, lucky me wearing shorts today, I can feel you so warm against my thigh.” His hand wrapped around your waist, and he rubbed your skin, and your hip. He squeezed, kneading gently as he sipped on the beer. He released the can and raised his fingers to your nipples.

A flash of cold enveloped your sensitive nipples, through the shirt, the cold moisture of condensation that still cling to his fingertips seeping on the fabric and adding a new layer of sensation. You shivered.

Jim leaned, his nose brushing gently against your ear, his hot breath fanning against your cheek.

“Does that feel good?” His fingertips moved gently over and around your nipples. With a light caress to the curve of your breasts, his hand goes back to the can. He drinks, watching you with the side of his eyes. His lips curved lightly up, as you tensed.

“Yes, it does.” Your voice was trembling, shaky from the effort of pushing words out, when your body was so focused on the feelings brought by his gentle ministrations.

“Would you like more? What do you want, little slut?” Jim felt his cock straining his shorts, pulsing, his underwear sticking to the head. He knew he was too tired to fuck you the way you deserved, but he would make sure you would come as many times as you needed, on his fingers and on his tongue.

He wanted to make you come, as many times as he could; he wanted to feel you slack against his body, fucked out, floating in afterglow.

But he couldn’t help himself, he wanted to tease you. He enjoyed your wide eyes, your trembling lip; so afraid of your own desires but ready to sample each one of them. With him.

He could list a thousand reasons why you shouldn’t want to… He didn’t think he was worthy of your desire, but you gave it so freely. It was so pure… He had to taste it.

You panted, trying to take control of your own body, at least enough that you could answer him, but you were mesmerized by the way he moved. His thick fingers made the can look so small, and it made you feel warm to think those big, thick fingers could fit in you, and make you feel so good.

“Tell me what you want and I’ll make it happen, my greedy little whore.” He rested the can against the table. His fingertips went back to your nipples and once again you shivered.

“I really need to come, Jim.” You pouted, wiggling your hips so he could feel how wet you were. “Soon.” You swallowed, licking your lips. You raised your hands and placed them on his chest. He cupped your face and rubbed his thumb over your cheek gently. He watched your eyes, your lips, licking his own. You blinked, eyelashes wet. “Please, Jim.” You whined. “I can’t take much more. I’m sorry.”

Jim wanted to crush you against his body, just hug you so tightly neither of you could breathe. Nodding, he made you stand up, then stood himself.

“Don’t be sorry, sweetie. I’m here now.” He looked around, navigating your house, considering where your bedroom should be. With a comforting smile, he lead you through the house, leaving you sitting on the bed. “I’ll take care of you, lie down. I’m gonna wash my hands.”

You nodded, taking your shirt off and lying on the bed. Jim didn’t take long to be back, soft smiles and slow, purposeful movement. His eyes trained on you, he stopped at the side of the bed and took his shirt off, in one quick movement. He then opened his belt and toed off his shoes. It was such a mundane moment, but you were entranced by the way his big body moved.

“You’re so beautiful.” You whispered, the words just escaping your mouth.

Jim blushed, laying down, his head between your legs.

“I’m too tired to give you everything you deserve right now, sweetie.” Jim nuzzled your pussy gently, humming along your slit. “I’m just an old man you seduced with your needy, begging eyes. Keep offering this sweet, greedy pussy to me… How can I say no?” He licked a broad strip along your pussy, and the pleasure you wanted so much hitting you like an electric current.

You felt his shoulders under your thighs, his thick arms wrapping around your legs, as he licked more and more, pressing his face against you. A moan escaped your lips, your hand holding his head, burying your fingers in his hair. He growled, pulling back.

“So desperate.” He mused and shifted again; you felt his thumb against your clit as he looked up for your reactions. He rubbed in circles, in an unhurried pace. “Do you want a finger, sweetie?”

“More!” You whined, pushing against him.

“More than one?” He taunted, gently. “Two?” He chuckled condescendingly. You nodded, eagerly, as he teased your hole. “Three? Greedy… You sure you can take it? Two whole days neglecting your little pussy…”

He pushed two fingers into you, carefully. You whimpered, and his lips went back to your clit. He licked and suckled as his fingers thrusted in and out of you, to his knuckles. You whined and pushed against him, desperate for release.

Chuckling, Jim added a third finger and angled them just right. You felt weightless, your orgasm exploding into fireworks, fizzling against your skin. Your consciousness slipped, ecstasy burning through the edges of all your senses.

“So good for me. Look at that.�� He whispered softly, pulling away. “So good… My little pervert…”

You chuckled, feeling his hands sliding over your body, big paws grabbing and kneading your flesh. He chuckled too, blushing.

“You liked it, don’t you?” He asked, almost sheepishly. “I mean, I love that you are a little pervert.”

“Yeah, Jim.” You turned to your side, as Jim wrapped his body around yours. “I really enjoyed your dirty fantasies, old man. So helpless against my charming pussy.” You chuckled, squirming against him.

“Temptress.” Jim pushed his cock between your slick thighs, his warmth a furnace along your slit. You grumbled, pushing back, trying to get comfortable. “What about some cockwarming, hm?”

“Oh… It would be good.” You sighed, as his cock slid inside you, thick, hard, pulsing, as you squeezed him tightly. “Fuck, Jim…” You exhaled, your body relaxing against his.

“Yeah.” He hugged your body, crushing you against him. “So greedy you can only relax with my cock buried deep inside your cunt.”

You giggled, your muscles fluttering under and around him. He sighed, a deep chuckle, then yawned, nuzzling your neck.

“This poor old man is tired from working and travelling so he could meet his dirty little pervert.” Jim said, mirth obvious on his voice. “He needs his sleep so he can fuck his sweetie properly, just the way she deserves.”

You smiled, closing your eyes. You could feel his breathing calming down, getting deeper, until he was rumbling softly against you. Jim’s soft snores made him vibrate gently.

His hand absentmindedly caressed your thighs, your belly, as he drifted to sleep; his warmth and solid presence pulled you with him.

[queer-reader-07]

i feel like all the theories that exist for why aziraphale went to heaven that basically boil down to “he was out of character so here’s what the plot twist is” really cheapen the story and underestimate the depth of aziraphale’s character and his potential. and also underestimate neil’s talent as an author and writer.

neil doesn’t recycle plot twists. he doesn’t do cheap cop out plot twists. he doesn’t leave out loose threads. everything is so carefully thought out and intentional.

i would be genuinely so put off if he wrote a plot twist of “actually it’s not aziraphale it’s crowley” (body swap 2.0 can go die in a hole i hate it) or “omg woah aziraphale was drugged” (one of these days i will write a meta on why coffee theory can go die in a miles deep PIT OF DESPAIR because i hate it even more)

because neil is a better writer than that. neil can and will do better than that. you might think there’s loose ends hanging out but i don’t think there are.

i remember reading american gods and thinking to myself more than once “this scene feels kind of random why’d he include it?” only for it to be actually very important later on in the book. whatever you think is a loose thread right now is more likely something that connects to whatever neil’s got planned for s3.

and also. aziraphale is a more complex character than either of those theories allow him. i’m sorry but if you think that he needed to be DRUGGED to make the decision he did you have not been paying any attention. everything leading up to this point has shown us that aziraphale believes that heaven can be good if only someone (him) can change it. that smile we saw on his face at the very end of s2ep6? that was the smile of an angel who has plans. who knows he can’t go back now, and is ready to gut this place from the inside out.

and body swap 2.0 doesn’t even compute for me. because like 1) body swap happened it’s not gonna happen a second time. and 2) it logically and logistically makes absolutely no sense that at some point in those last few minutes they agreed to body swap and send crowley to heaven. that would completely defeat the entire point of the conflict that is the Final Fifteen, and it would just make it all the more confusing as to why crowley looks so angry at the end? because if it was body swap and that’s actually aziraphale, aziraphale wouldn’t look that mad?? and he’s not even around anyone else so he has no reason to pretend.

and like i get why on some level these theories are fun to play with. but i just can’t shake the feeling that all these theories are on some level rooted in people thinking aziraphale isn’t a complex character. aziraphale has so much nuance and depth to his character, why do you have to convince yourself he was drugged in order to make a nuanced decision?

[moody-alcoholic]

More Simon

I love writing Price and Ghost scenes.

If anyone knows any good Ghost x Price stuff especially if it's spicy let me know, asking for a friend...

Link to the fic HERE

MASTERLIST

Price sits down next to me handing me a glass of whisky.

“Good mission whisky or bad mission whisky?” I ask taking it from him.

“What do you think.” I bring the glass up smelling it. It smells like leather and cigars. I push the bottom of the mask up watching the lights flick on the laptop. I drink it, it tastes of burnt wood, with a hint of honey. It’s the good whisky.

“You and Laswell made up?” I say pulling the mask back down. The whisky was burning my throat, hitting me with a wave of relaxation. I let out a long breath letting myself enjoy the feeling for a few seconds.

“We’re probably going to Ibiza.” He said as a matter of fact as I put my glass down on the table.

“When?” I asked.

“As soon as this is done and we have confirmation.” Price said pouring more whisky in the glasses.

“Farah found him?” I ask. He nods picking up his glass and leaning back.

“He’s been in Spain this whole time.” He threw the drink back reaching into his pocket and passing me a cigarette. I shake my head. He shrugs putting it back. How does he always know when I need one.

“They could have sent anyone to get this intel, what’s going on?” I ask him bluntly.

“They’re trying to keep us away from them, the Americans don’t want them dead.” He sighed. I reached over for my glass. So the Americans do want him, I wonder who the general is behind this. Now I felt insulted, they send us on some easy intel collection when Noah and Makarov aren't even here.

“What’s the general going to think?” I say swilling the whisky in the glass.

“Laswell is going to cover for us, as far as the general is concerned we’ll be in Portugal or somewhere.” He says. I pull my mask up so I can drink again then put the glass on the table. Price puts the bottle there too. I hear him sigh, I’m enjoying the whisky warming my body the only thing that could make this better is being in the house in Scotland. I missed the house it was beautiful, it felt like home. I could see Johnny’s touches all over the place. I’m glad he gave it to her, she seems so at peace when she’s there. I shouldn’t be thinking about her. Work now, I’ll make time for her later. I was killing me though not being able to comfort her today. I wasn’t even listening to what Price was saying.

“Simon.” He said nudging me, I turned to look at him. “You haven’t been listening have you?” I shook my head.

“What do you think about chasing him?” Price asks, it takes me a second to remember who we were talking about.

“If we know where he is why not, the sooner we put a stop to him the better.” I reply. He nods.

“Might have to piss a few people off if we do this.” I chuckle.

“We do that anyway.” I hear him chuckle. There was a silence now like he wanted to ask something else.

“Have you checked on her?” I ask looking at him. He looks at me.

“Yeah I did she was sleeping.” He says. That makes me feel better at least she was getting some rest.

“She’s going to be fine.” I say but it’s more for myself then anything. I look over at Price pulling my mask back down, I want to hide from Price, right now I don’t know if my expression will betray me.

“I know.” Price says. I look over at him.

“Get some rest LT, don’t be up all night.” Price said as he got up heading back upstairs. I looked at the whisky bottle and poured another glass. I didn’t want it anymore though. I sat watching the computer flick through the only light in the room now. There was no way I could be able to sleep. All I could think about was Rosaly. I couldn't the image out my head of her on that table. It made me angry, my senses were dulled by the alcohol, I almost missed the sound of steps behind me. I looked round it was Rosaly, I instantly got up.

“Hey,” I said going over to her, her eyes were puffy and red, she looked exhausted. I wrap my arms around her I feel her relax as her arms wrap round my waist. I close my eyes breathing her in. I break away grabbing her wrists taking her to the sofa sitting her down. I go into the kitchen getting a glass of water and sit down handing it to her. I take my mask off, I want her to know it’s safe here. She coughs mid drink looking around.

“It’s okay,” I say squeezing her thigh. “Everyone is asleep.” I take the glass out her hand placing it on the table. She touches my cheek running her fingers down to my chin. She leans in and kisses me, I let her, I run my hands down her back as she moves closer to me. I feel her tears hit my cheeks and I pull back wiping them with my thumb.

“Are you okay?” I ask as she leans into my arms.

“I’m okay.” She replies after a few seconds.

“Did you find anything else?” She asks.

“Some things, we just need to wait for them to be translated.” I rub her shoulder feeling her sigh and relax into me.

“Did Price and Kate make up?” She says, I hear a chuckle.

“They both have the same goals they just don’t always agree on how to get there.” It was true but there was definitely more tension then usual.

"From Price?” She asked pointing at the bottle of whisky. I nodded she reached over and picked up the glass up finishing it. She coughs squeezing her eyes closed.

“I don’t understand how you can drink that.” She says. I smile, she looks so cute I reach down and kiss her, her lips taste like honey. She pulls way looking in my eyes, she looks worried, I think she’s going to cry again so I change the subject.

“Price knows about us.” He says, a cheeky smile plays on her lips.

“I mean he did show up to my house unannounced.” She chuckles. “Did he talk to you about it?”

“Yeah, he told me not to fuck it up.” I smile, she kisses me again. She leans back into me with her body curled up in my shoulder. I kiss her head stroking her hair, it doesn't take her long before I feel her relax, her breathing slowing. I watch the computer flick through everything. I hope we can find what we’re looking for.

[meetinginsamarra]

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White Pony Tattoo - Part Twelve (determined)

Sherlock was completely stunned by John’s angry rant.

For once, witnessing the fierce side of John’s, the fearsome soldier, the way he was bristling with furious energy and righteous anger about Sherlock deriding and loathing himself was simply spectacular.

Also, because thinking about what John had actually said, Sherlock realized with growing surprise that firstly, he himself had never seen it this way and secondly, that John had made a brilliant deduction Sherlock had been so far uncapable of observing and thus, John was pretty damn smart, too.

Sherlock blinked rapidly, trying to compute the new point of view.

“I’ve never thought about it this way before.” Sherlock said in a small but not unhappy voice.

“Obviously.” John commented gruffly and sat down in the recliner chair again.

They were quiet for the next hour, the only sound to be heard was the whirring of the tattoo gun and Sherlock’s occasional instructions for John how to hold the arm.

It was a comfortable and contemplative silence as each of the two men pondered what had been said and what there was to be learned from it.

Sometime in the midst of the tattoo job, Sherlock began to speak.

“The tattooing helped a lot, with coping, I mean.”

Then the dam of keeping his past inside broke quickly and Sherlock told John everything. He had not been right out rejected by John after confessing his junkie past and the ongoing struggle of resististing to cure the itch. He hoped that John would still not reject him after confessing how stupid and gullible he had been.

“I’ve been studying chemistry at uni and apart from the equations and chemical reactions and experiments everything else bored me. I had no other hobbies and I especially had no friends. All of my peers thought I’m was weirdo and an asshole and shunned me for very good reasons because I was both.

I always wanted to be perfect, to fit in. Just be normal. But I am not a likeable person, I’m abrasive and obnoxious and I see things that people want to hide and I hurl these into their faces so that they’ll leave me alone.

One day I met Darren on campus, a drug dealer looking for new clients and he introduced me to cocaine.

It was heaven, John.

The cocaine softened all of this. I could concentrate better. I was happy, really truely happy with myself and my life for the first time since I was a teenager.

Shortly after, I fell in love with my now regular supplier and he became my first boyfriend. Darren might even have really loved me but that didn’t stop him from taking advantage of me.

He soon talked me into using my proficient chemistry skills for synthesising Ecstasy and I didn’t think a lot about it because he gave me free cocaine that I had quickly become addicted to.

I’ve been on a continuous high for over one year and have been able to hide it very well from everybody. In fact, my peers had become more friendly and open with me now that I apparently acted like what was generally perceived as “normal”. Which only confirmed my belief that without the drug I’d never be able to function adequately.

I had developed a severe drug addiction in the meantime. I was injecting cocaine several times a day and the veins in my left arm were utterly ruined.

The first time I tried to shoot up with my left hand using the good veins on my right arm I accidentally overdosed. It happened to be right here in the shop. Back then, the locality had still been a café. Mrs Hudson had run it, serving coffee and the best home-made bakeries. She found me unconscious on the toilet floor, barely breathing. She called the ambulance and I died on the way to the hospital due to cardiac arrest but they could reanimate me just in time.”

Sherlock was grateful that all the while he talked John merely listened without any judgemental comments. Being allowed to finally let go of at least some of the hurt was a huge relief.

“While I was in rehab, I made the acquaintance of another recovering addict who was a very skilful tattoo artist. When we were both clean, I asked her to put the white pony I had designed onto my back. Her art of painting with ink on skin intrigued me and she taught me all there was to know.”

“And now you are here.” John stated.

“And now I am here.” Sherlock confirmed. “And I’ll do everything to keep being here.”

“Including to keep everybody from eventually becoming part of your life?” John asked quietly. It sounded a bit defeated.

Sherlock sighed. “So far, yes.” He looked at John. “But that might change.”

“I’d be very happy if it would.” John gathered his courage. “If you would let me into your life.”

They watched each other silently for a minute, examining their feelings and what might be found in the depths of each others eyes. The seconds stretched out, trickling by agonizingly slow.

“I’ll make you a deal.” Sherlock said, fiddling with the tattoo gun. “We’ll finish your tattoo now. You will let it heal thoroughly for two weeks and I will think thoroughly about all that’s been said today. We both have to be sure.”

“That’s okay with me.”

“And then, we will go out on a date and have dinner, if you’re still interested in getting to know me by then.”

John had already opened his mouth to strongly object that he could ever lose interest in Sherlock but was shut off by Sherlock’s gesture to keep mum.

Sherlock smiled softly and pointed to his shop sign. “No arguing, John.”

“Okay, fine, good.” John nodded and swallowed. Somehow, a tiny tear of joy at the prospect to have a chance formed in his eye.

Sherlock smiled some more. “Also, no crying, John.”

++++++

Two weeks later, John arrived exactly on time at “Angelo’s Italian Restaurant” to have dinner with Sherlock.

This time, John did not hover in front of the door, he did not hesitate, or oscillate around on the pavement.

This time, John knew what he wanted and what he needed to do. Determined, he opened the door, entered and saw that Sherlock was waiting for him at a candle-decorated table for two.

+++++

(and they tattooed happily ever after)

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[thefallennightmare]

Moment of Weakness-fourteen

*credit to whoever created the gif. found on google/Pinterest *

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, affair, cheating, violence.

Summary: Reader is the assistant to New York's most feared mob boss, James Buchanan Barnes. He had the picture-perfect life: status in the mob, friends, and beautiful wife. So why can't he keep his mind and eyes off of reader?

Authors Notes: I'm thinking of possibly getting one more update out today.

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The office was a comforting quiet, the noises of my keyboard clicking, soft music playing from Bucky’s office, and me humming along to that said music. It was Friday, which meant the end of the week and a nice relaxing weekend in the sightline ahead. I didn’t have much planned, maybe seeing if Bucky would come by for a late night rendezvous but as he mentioned to me countless times, the weekends are harder for him to leave Natasha because she always had something planned for them. 

The jealousy nibbled away at my heart, picturing the two of them getting to do all of these sweet, romantic things out in the open while I was hidden in the darkness, almost forgotten. 

It’s what you signed up for. 

Shaking the thought from my mind, I forced myself to focus on my work. 

“Where the fuck is he?!” 

I glanced over the top of my computer screen and saw a very angry Clint Barton barging his way into the building, making a straight line towards Bucky’s office. 

Bucky was on the phone, unable to deal with Clint, so I quickly stood and shut his door. 

“He’s busy,” I told Clint, blocking his path from Bucky. 

“This doesn’t concern you,” Clint stated. 

He tried to walk around me but I was a tad bit faster, blocking his path again. 

“You can come back when Bucky has time to see you. Make an appointment.” 

Clint’s jaw clenched. “Barnes didn’t have an appointment when he barged into my house last night to drag Natasha away.” 

I swallowed. “Well, it must have been for a good reason if he dragged his wife away.” 

“Do you know how disrespected I felt, having him come into my home, in front of everyone I had there, to drag out his wife? He’s so jealous that he refuses to let her have a friendship with me.” 

I ignored the pain I felt and shook my head. “It doesn’t sound like Bucky.” 

Clint chuckled darkly. “You don’t know him well enough then. Now, move out of my way.” 

“Can’t let you in there,” I backed up against the door.

The anger radiated off of him now and he gripped me elbow tight, undoubtedly leaving marks, and practically dragged me away from the door. I ripped my arm out of his grasp and swung my fist into his cheek, knocking him away from me as he stumbled back over his feet. 

“Keep your fucking hands off of me,” I seethed. 

Clint pulled his hand away from his lips, blood dripping from it onto the ground. Darkness clouded his iris’s and as he advanced towards me, Bucky stepped out of his office and leaned against the frame of the door, arms over his chest. The amusement on his face didn’t go unnoticed by me. 

“You’ve got a lot of nerve showing up here and putting your hands on her, Barton.” 

Clint scoffed while wiping the blood from his lip with the sleeve of his shirt. “You’ve pissed off the wrong guy, Y/N.” 

“Oh, fuck you Barton. I’m not worried about you,” I spoke. 

Bucky nodded towards the door of the building, telling him to leave before it got worse and reluctantly, Clint walked out while licking his wounds. 

“Asshole,” I grumbled while looking at Bucky. 

He was already watching me and slowly licked his lips, desire pooling in his eyes. 

My panties soaked with my own desire at the look he was giving me. “What?” 

“That was fucking hot,” he moaned. 

Our naked bodies lay tangled together in a heap on the couch in his office, both coming down from our shared high. Bucky’s vibranium fingers dragged up and down my back while I pressed my cheek deeper into his bare chest, my own fingers ghosting over the scars on his shoulder, leaving a kiss there every so often. 

“Bucky?” 

He hummed; eyes closed from the pure bliss he felt. 

I linked my hand with his vibranium one. “I’ve noticed you never wear a wedding ring.” 

Bucky shrugged. “I’ve never been big on jewelry.” 

With a nod, I snuggled closer into his embrace and allowed myself to enjoy the last few minutes of quiet solace before Steve or Sam came to work and caught us. It was risky being together at work but yet Bucky and I continued to fall into one another when we were alone here. 

Figuratively and literally. 

Suddenly, Bucky’s phone began to ring quite loud, eviscerating our solace together and with a sad sigh, I pulled myself away from him. He reached down to the floor and dug out the phone from his discarded pants. 

His eyes jumped from the phone to me, a frown pulling at his lips. He didn’t need to say who was calling, it was evident in the way he stood and walked to the other end of his office. 

I marveled at the way his back muscles twitched with every movement, as he stood with his backside towards me, naked, baring his entire self to me. My bottom lips caught between my teeth as I fought the urge to go up to him, wrap my arms around him, and kiss his entire back. 

“Hi, Nat….wait, slow down. What are you saying?......Yeah, he did show up about an hour ago, upset about last night….You can’t get upset with me, you knew what you were walking into last night when you went to Clint’s house. I’m glad I got there in time. I don’t care that the two of you are good friends, he put everyone there in danger. Including you.” 

I couldn’t help but wonder what exactly happened last night that Bucky had to drag Natasha out of Clint’s house. 

“I'm not going to fire her, Nat. Barton put his hands on her first. She was defending herself…..Of course I'm defending her actions because she did what anyone should do….. You're being ridiculous, she works for me.”

Bucky never said my name, he didn’t have too. I knew they were talking about me. 

He turned to face me with guilty eyes and breathed deep. “Nat, there's nothing between us. I would be doing the same thing if it happened to Steve or Sam….Yeah, we can have a date tonight, just me and you…Of course sweetheart.” 

I could hear Natasha’s voice rambling on about something but it was white noise to Bucky as his eyes raked over my bare body while I lounged on the couch, legs spread wide for him. It wasn’t my intention to distract him from his call, this was the only way my body would fit on the small couch. 

Bucky’s pupils were blown wide with lust, the blueness of them a thing of the past, as he chewed roughly on his bottom lip. 

“I have to go, I’ll call you when I leave the office.” 

He didn’t bother to wait for her to say goodbye, him ending the call and placing his phone on his desk, making sure to silence it this time. 

“You’re such a fucking tease, doll.” 

I didn’t have a chance to explain myself before Bucky was on top of me once again, the tip of his cock pressed at my entrance. 

A small grimace crossed my features as I did my best to gather up my things, ready to go home for the weekend. My knees were weak and the bruise forming on my ass from the smacks Bucky pressed with his vibranium hand were causing me a bit of pain as I walked. 

This time in his office was rough, in the most euphoric way. I blamed it on the sheer thought of us getting caught that caused Bucky to act so dominant. 

Not that I complained one bit. 

Vibranium fingers wrapped around my throat while Bucky slammed his hip with vigor behind me, pulling my back close to his chest, flesh fingers digging deep into my hips. 

Absent-mindedly, I rubbed at the small bruises on my hips as the memory of us together kept replaying in my mind like a movie. 

“Bucky, we’ve got a problem!” 

Steve’s voice boomed throughout the office as he came running out of his office. His eyes landed on mine as Bucky emerged from his own office, curiosity on his face. 

“What’s going on?” He asked. 

Steve didn’t say a word, simply handed his phone to Bucky, who read whatever was on there. The fear that took over Bucky’s expression made my stomach flip. 

“What is it?” I asked, taking the phone from Bucky. 

“Doll, don’t-.” 

He tried to stop me from taking it but I smacked his hands away, eyes scanning over the email that had both Steve and Bucky scared to death. 

Hit for Y/N Y/L/N. Preferably alive but dead works too. Half a mil. 

C.B. 

All of the blood drained from my body, it began to tremble with fear. I stood frozen, unsure of what to say or even do. 

“Clint put a hit out on me,” the words forming but faltering just the same. 

Bucky punched the wall behind me with his vibranium hand but the noise did nothing to deter my current state. 

“Motherfucker,” Bucky cursed. “He’s dead.” 

Sweat gathered at my forehead, the thoughts of some random people trying to either kidnap me or worse taking over my mind. 

“What are we going to do?” I asked, looking between the two men. 

“I’m going to stay with you tonight, make sure you’re safe, until we can think of a plan,” Bucky said. 

I nodded. “Wait, aren’t Natasha and Clint friends?” 

There was a flash of something unreadable in Bucky’s eyes. “There’s no way she knew about this. She wants nothing to do with the mob part of my life.”

Even with his own words, Bucky couldn’t believe it one hundred percent. 

“I think we should keep this between us, as far as Clint goes, he has no idea that I know about this. One of my informants forwarded this email to me,” Steve said. 

Bucky nodded, the idea of keeping a secret from his wife becoming easier to him. 

Then the front door to the building open causing both Steve and Bucky to put me behind them, ready to fight whoever stepped inside. 

“Woah, jumpy aren't we?” Natasha chuckled. 

The three of us breathed a bit easier; for now. 

“Nat, what are you doing here?” Bucky asked with a pinched expression. 

Her face faltered. “Our date. You promised.” 

Bucky’s shoulders dropped. “Right. Well, something came-.” 

“Nope,” I interrupted him. “His schedule for the night cleared up.”

We needed to make sure that Natasha had no idea about Clint and the best way to do that was to keep up the same appearances before, even if that meant Bucky wouldn't be with me tonight. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that she had to know something and the only one of us that could possibly find that out was him.

His eyes sliced into me. “I thought that-.” 

I shook my head, stopping him. “Steve can come with me. It’ll be a fast errand, won’t take up most of his night. Right?” 

Steve quickly picked up on what I actually meant and nodded towards Bucky. “I’ll make sure nothing happens.” 

Bucky’s jaw clenched with spite but eventually nodded in agreement. 

“Perfect, let's go!” Natasha linked her arm through Bucky’s in hopes to urge him along. 

“I’ll check in later, alright?” Bucky said while being pulled from the building, gone from my line of sight.

Steve placed a hand on my shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze, and I looked up at him with an immense amount of fear. 

“I’m scared, Steve,” I admitted with a shaky breath. 

He pulled me into his warm embrace, lips ghosting over my hairline.

“It’s alright. I’m not leaving your side tonight.”

[amynchan]

How is a show for babies and toddlers so popular with people that are much older?

Gonna take this question in good faith and answer in good faith.

My instinctual answer is because the show is made with the parents who are minding the children in mind.  A lot of children’s shows do exactly what’s on the tin and no more:  show children how to begin to integrate into a world that is much bigger than themselves.  Share, act kindly, think about what you want to say, be good, sometimes rules are there for a reason, etc, etc.  However, Bluey has stuff that’s just for the adults that goes a little beyond crude humor (which, this isn’t a dig.  It’s just that it’s been done so much that I think a lot of people either expect it as a given or are tired of it).

People will point to episodes like Sleepytime, and Cricket is becoming a fan favorite, but I personally enjoy Chest and Stickbird.  Those resonate with me.

For kids, Chest is about Bandit being silly when it comes to trying to teach Bluey how to play chess.  It ends in a victory for the kids because they do not want to play chess, and they end up playing on the floor with their newfound pieces who are “not dead” because they’re in charge of the rules now.

For adults, Chest is about Bandit trying to teach Bluey--and by extension, Bingo--a game that should help them grow more intelligent as they grow older.  This action, which is taken by many fathers (including my own when he taught me how to navigate a computer and how to begin looking into code when I was 11 or so back in 2006?) is called out and analyzed by his wife, Chili.  Chili goes into a monologue about why Bandit wants to teach the girls chess, how he’s doing it because he is actually a good father who wants his children to be able to take care of themselves once he can’t do it anymore, and about how it’s not necessary when Bluey and Bingo are 6 and 4 respectively.  “Work on their heads later.  For now, just hearts.”

Chest is a sneaky rule-bending fun time for the kids, and it’s a lesson in parenting for the adults.  There’s even something for young adults with the line “[I’m] a lousy chess player.” “And you turned out fine” between Chili and Bandit.  It’s a bit of a gentle reassurance that I think a lot of people need sometimes, and it made me feel a little better about myself.  It even helps me a little bit in my role as an instructor since I teach at a transitional part of my students’ lives and I have to remember that while the content I teach would be easy in isolation, I do have to also take care of what they consider important to them.  It’s important to me as a person given where I’m at in life.

Stickbird is different in that it gives the same lesson to children and adults alike because it’s timeless, and we adults tend to forget it as we grow up.

For kids, stickbird is a fun day at the beach where Bluey and Bingo learn to throw.  Chili, their mom, teaches them, and Bandit, their dad, is in a funk.  It’s not really important.  What’s important to kids is that Bingo, the youngest, wants to throw more sticks and so drags Bandit along with her.  Along the way, they find a Really Neat Stick and create a sand bird out of it.  Fun times!  Then they go get more sticks.  Then--uh oh!--some other kids at the beach take the stickbird’s head, which upsets Bingo.  Bingo spends some time upset and angry, which she states very firmly when Bluey succeeds in learning how to throw and is excited to show Bingo.  When Bluey learns that Bingo is upset--not really why, just that she is--she offers a trick shown to her by her friend.  Bluey, in true kid fashion, “gathers the upset and angry...from your neck...and your belly...and behind your ears” and then asks Bingo if she wants to keep it.  Bingo thinks about it, as all kids do, and says “no.”  There’s a funny back-and-forth about giving the angry and upset to either Bluey or Bandit, and neither of them want it, so Bingo asks what to do with it, and Bluey tells her to “throw it away...really far” using the lesson that Chili gave them both.  So, Bingo does, and she feels better, and there’s a hooray moment before the girls race each other on the beach, giggling.  And that’s where it ends for the kids.

For adults, our focus is immediately drawn by Bandit, the typically excitable and playful father who is in a serious funk.  Chili draws attention to it towards the beginning by saying “let it go, babe.  You’re missing it.”  Throughout the episode, while the kids are watching Bingo and her lack of emotional regulation, we’re watching Bandit and how he, an adult who has learned how to compartmentalize and regulate emotions, is dealing with his own upset.  He’s too quiet, and it’s honestly a bit unsettling if you know him as a character.  He stands off to the side and interacts a little bit while Bluey explains to Bingo how to deal with her “angry and upset,” and after the girls run off and the kids celebrate, the camera stays with Bandit.  He doesn’t say anything.  He just starts miming what his children just did, takes a deep breath, and throws the camera itself far into the ocean.  Before the perspective plops in the water (in a shot that is honestly gorgeous and made me beam with a joy only being thrown as a kid can elicit), we see a return of normal Bandit, loud and excitable and ready to play with his kids.

Stickbird is about handling life’s shit, and that’s a timeless lesson.  The lesson is outlined boldly for the kids, but there’s a reminder that we as adults sometimes need to throw the little problems away in order to live our best lives.

To me, it’s kind of like how Phineas and Ferb was jam-packed with so many good things despite each episode being 15 minutes.  PnF has 3 simultaneous storylines (the boys and their adventures, Candace and her adventures, and Perry and Doofenshmirtz), and Bluey has 2 (something kid-centric and something adult-centric) jam-packed into 7 minutes a pop.  Bluey also has a tendency of bringing back childlike wonder without being condescending or demeaning to the audience, which can be an unintended side effect for many children’s shows when they’re trying to explain big concepts to minds that want to absorb things but have a difficult time parsing fact from fiction.  (Seriously, it’s just a developmental stage that those shows are trying to cater to.)

So, yeah, I’m 27, childless, and enjoy Bluey.  There are so many teenagers who enjoy it as well.  And, of course, parents and their babies enjoy it, too.  Some like the healing aspect of it, some enjoy the silly games, and some just enjoy it for being what it is.  I can’t tell anyone to love it or anything.  All I can say is that it’s a good idea to give some of the episodes a chance and judge for yourself whether you, as a person, like it or not.  If you do, then welcome!  I hope you find an episode that you really, REALLY enjoy!  If you don’t, then I hope you enjoy the fandoms that you, as a person, enjoy while I do the same.