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singsweetmelodies · 10 months

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AKA: angst, miscommunication and a/b/o, feat. brief/mentioned maxierre with piarles endgame (+ implied maxiel.) happy birthday @boxboxbrioche my love

"Hello, Charles," Max smiles when Charles runs into him (literally) in the Budapest paddock on Thursday. He's wearing the same Red Bull team shirt and jeans as ever, naturally, but something about him looks unusually relaxed and content. Sated, even.

Probably because he's been winning practically every race this season, Charles thinks. That's enough reason for anyone to be looking relaxed and content.

Still, when he steps in a little closer to fist-bump Max's proffered hand, he can't help but notice it. Max's scent is... more than just content. He smells like he's only just come out of heat, and whoever was taking care of him did a very good job of it. He doesn't smell like sex, precisely, but he smells like what Charles would imagine afterglow would, if it had a scent. Golden and lazy and sated.

Oh, he's got blockers on, of course, but Charles has always been blessed (or cursed, depending how you look at it) with a very good nose. So. He knows immediately.

Some too-perceptive instinct is telling him that the timing of this heat has something to do with Daniel's return to racing this weekend. Almost like Max... wanted to get his heat over with before he saw Daniel again?

...That's a big stretch, of course, and Charles would never dare say it out loud. (Except to Pierre, maybe, because Pierre loves theorising about the latest paddock gossip just as much as Charles does.)

So he just smiles politely at Max, and says "Hello" back, and wishes for Pierre to appear out of some corner of the paddock somewhere. It isn't that Charles hates Max, or whatever the media likes to spin, but it's also true that Max isn't Charles' most favourite person in the paddock. (Obviously, that honour goes to Pierre.)

No, Charles' and Max's relationship is simply that of colleagues - good enough, if a little bland.

Which is why Charles is not expecting it at all when Max leans a little closer with something that looks almost like a conspiratorial grin. Charles has no idea what Max might want to be conspiratorial about with him - it's not as though he's leaving Ferrari anytime soon, despite what everyone likes to speculate.

Surprisingly, what Max says to him is not racing or incident-related at all. "Do you know where Pierre is?" he asks, as though Charles is the most reliable source of the Alpine driver's whereabouts. (Charles shouldn't be, but he's very flattered.) "I still need to thank him."

"Thank him?" Charles echoes, a little puzzled. "For what?"

And then Max says the one thing that blows apart Charles' world and turns his day upside-down immediately. "For agreeing to spend my heat with me so last-minute."

He says it so casually, too, and Charles...

Well. Charles knows that many of the other unbonded omegas on the grid like to spend their heats with other drivers. This might seem contradictory at first, but the thing is - while they might not necessarily trust each other on track, you can always rely on the fact that another driver, at least, won't reveal details of that hook-up to the press anymore than you will. Most of the alpha drivers on the current grid are decent enough people off-track that you can trust you'd be taken good care of, too.

It's something that Charles has done himself, too, once or twice - mostly with Alex, who is always incredibly kind about it, and makes sure Charles is comfortable and well-hydrated afterwards.

But mostly, Charles spends his heats alone. He schedules them carefully so they won't interfere with races, and then he bears them on his own, teeth gritted as he works himself open over and over again and clings to whatever article of Pierre's clothing he can find nearby.

It's never good enough, never, but Charles has never really wanted another alpha. He only goes to Alex if his body genuinely cannot go without it anymore, and then it's purely a case of friend helping out a friend.

So, really, Charles has no reason to be this shocked that Max apparently spent his most recent heat with Pierre. The two of them are friends, aren't they? Much better than Charles and Max have ever pretended to be. There's no reason why they wouldn't spend a heat together, really.

Except...

Charles grits his teeth, and it's only years of media training that enables him to still pass it off as a smile. "He did?" he asks, tightly.

Max laughs, still happily unaware that he's taken Charles' day and shattered it like a glass breaking into unrecognisable shards. "Yes," he confirms, and then he bumps Charles' shoulder, almost unbearably conspiratorial again. "You, of course, would know why I now need to thank him."

No amount of media training in the world could have helped Charles keep up his smile in response to that. Max notices - how could he not - and his own smile falls. "You two have not...?" His voice rises up in the end, like he almost can't believe he even has to ask the question.

Charles tastes something sour in his mouth, and by the way Max flinches back, he's sure it must be all over his scent as well, blockers be damned. "No," is all Charles says, brusquely.

Max opens and closes his mouth for a moment, and then he reaches for Charles' shoulder. He hesitates, though, hand hovering awkwardly in the space between them. "I'm sorry," he says, and it sounds sincere. "For assuming. The two of you are so..." He makes a face. "You are good friends, so I thought if he would do it for me, he would of course do it for you too."

"No," Charles says again, and the word tastes acrid in his mouth. "We have never."

Not for lack of trying, Charles thinks bitterly, and then he forces himself to think of something else. Some excuse that Max will accept.

Fortunately, a little gaggle of people in bright Ferrari red are passing by, and Charles latches onto them with almost too much relief. "Ah, my team," he says, pointing. "I need to go."

It's stupidly obvious, as excuses go, but Max has the grace not to mention it. He just watches Charles go, biting his lip.

Charles wants to hate him. He wants to hate him more than anything else - for having a race-winning car, and a team that supports him properly, and championships, but more importantly than any of that, Charles wants to hate him for having Pierre.

It's not that Charles thinks Max is actually in love with Pierre, or even that they're courting. No, it was clearly just a case of friend-helping-out-friend. But even that is...

Unbearable. It is unbearable, because Charles hasn't had even that much.

Charles had only asked once, and only because he'd been stupid with pre-heat already and not thinking straight. Pierre's long, long silence before he'd said, very gently, "Charles... I don't think that's a good idea" had told him all he'd needed to know, anyway.

After that heat, though, Pierre had called Charles and made sure he was okay, and that he knew it wasn't personal, Pierre just didn't think it was a good idea to get that involved with another driver. Especially one who's also a friend.

Charles had accepted it at the time, and he's never had any reason to think that Pierre has changed his mind in any way.

Except now here Pierre is, apparently spending heats with Max fucking Verstappen, of all people. And, really. Out of everyone on the grid - every goddamn omega - it had to be Max, didn't it?

A part of Charles wants to fall to the floor in devastation, wants to tear at his hair and shake and cry to anyone who will listen, why doesn't he want me, why doesn't he want me?

But Charles remains standing, because even more than he's heartbroken, he's furious.

Pierre did not help Max through his heat because they're in love, or because they're courting. So, he must have done it as a favour to a friend.

Then why the hell would he not do the same for Charles?

Charles also asked him as a favour to a friend (and yes, maybe Charles wanted more, but he wasn't stupid enough to ask for that. He'd just asked for a favour, the way every unbonded omega on the goddamned grid asks their alpha friends for favours every once in a while.)

Pierre had said no, and that he doesn't do that. But he'd forgotten to mention the part where he apparently does do that.

If he were here, Charles might slap him clean through the face. It's not an urge he's often had when it comes to Pierre (or ever, really) but today...

Today. It's just. What the hell does Max have that he doesn't? Max and Pierre are friends? Charles and Pierre are better friends. Max is an omega? So is Charles, and he's better at that, too.

It's obviously not even about looks! Because Charles doesn't want to be rude, but he is definitely better-looking than Max. It's just a fact, as true as "the grass is green" or "Charles is Monégasque" or "Charles is in love with Pierre."

No. Fuck that. None of this makes sense.

If Pierre is willing to spend a heat with Max, then there's no reason why he can't help Charles through one, too. It's not like Charles is asking Pierre to love him back - no, he's long since made his peace with the fact that that, at least, is impossible.

Charles has always wanted too much, though, and if he sees even the faintest chance of getting what he wants, even if it is just in the form of a favour to a friend -- well. He will never not go for the gap.

So Charles waits, increasingly impatient, for his media and team obligations to be done for the day. As soon as they are, he heads for Alpine, because there is no way Pierre will have left already - he is far too dedicated to them, staying behind extra hours to learn as many names as he can and give as much feedback as possible and help with everything that needs helping.

Right, because isn't Pierre just so incredibly helpful. Normally, this would make Charles smile, fond - but today, it makes him want to snarl.

Helpful, yes. Except to him, apparently.

No. Charles will not accept that.

Various team members glance up when Charles storms into the Alpine hospitality, freezing with coffees half-way to their lips and tracking him like the spectators to a tennis match as he storms across their building and towards the driver's rooms. One particularly brave soul ventures an "Er..." but Charles is already across the room before he's even finished saying it.

Charles knows the way to Pierre's driver's room as easily as he knows the way to his own (incidentally, it's on the same side of the building) and it's mere seconds later that he's bursting through the door of Pierre's driver's room.

Pierre freezes when the door slams open, mouth caught in a comically surprised expression, but it relaxes quickly into a fond (if still somewhat surprised) smile. "Charlito!" he says, standing up and reaching a hand in Charles' general direction. "This is a nice surprise."

But Charles is not in any mood for pleasantries. "Did you spend a heat with Max," he asks, but it's not really a question as much as it is an accusation, pointed and sharp.

Pierre freezes again, the smile slowly dropping off his face. His scent goes bitter with unpleasant surprise. "I -"

"If you lie to me, I am going to slap you," Charles says, injecting the words with just enough of a snarl that Pierre will know he's not messing around.

Pierre's expression goes from shocked to hurt to angry almost faster than Charles can process. "I wasn't going to lie to you, Charlo. I would never. Not with you."

He sounds sincere enough about it that Charles almost feels guilty, but then Pierre adds, "He's just a friend who needed a favour" and Charles is right back to furious.

"I was a friend, and I needed a favour," Charles says bitingly. He doesn't have to say anything more, because he knows Pierre will understand exactly what he means.

Pierre's face shutters, closing off completely. Even his scent goes blank, like Pierre is deliberately shutting off every part of himself. "That's different."

"How?" Charles hisses at him, and Pierre obviously wasn't expecting the vehemence of it, because he stumbles a step back. "How the hell is it different, huh?"

Pierre's expression does something complicated, and he makes a rough noise, low in the back of his throat. "It just is," he says, and refuses to elaborate.

Charles is livid. "It just is?!" he explodes. "Tell me how it just is, Pierrot, because I sure as fuck don't get it. I am your friend - non, I am your best friend - but when I ask for this favour, you say no. Then when it is Max, you say yes?"

"It's different," Pierre says again, sharply, as though sharpness alone will make Charles drop the subject.

He really doesn't know Charles if he thinks that will work. "It is not different. Not at all. What, unless you are trying to say that you don't want me?"

"Of course I-" Pierre starts, then cuts himself off with a groan, dragging a hand down his face. "I don't want to do this with you, Charles."

"Well, I want to do this with you," Charles retorts, unfazed and as fuming as ever. "What is it, huh, Pierre? You prefer Max over me?"

"Of course not," Pierre says, and he has the audacity to sound almost offended.

"But you must, if you fucked him and not me," Charles snaps. He's not entirely sure what he's trying to accomplish here, but he knows - he knows that he's furious, and Pierre is being a fucking asshole, and he needs Pierre to admit that much. At least.

Pierre, however, seems determined to continue being a stubborn asshole. "It wasn't like that," he insists, and Charles sees red.

"It's exactly like that! I asked you to fuck me, to help me through my heat, and you said no because you do not want me."

And that, somehow, is the last straw.

"Shut up, Charles," Pierre growls - actually growls - at him. "Just, shut up. You don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, I don't?" Charles snaps right back, goading. "Why don't you tell me, then?"

Pierre snarls again, guttural and furious, and Charles knows that he should be terrified. But right now, he's far too furious to care.

"Tell me," Charles goads again, because he knows that nothing will ever compel Pierre as much as a challenge will.

Pierre is breathing hard, his fists clenched, his shoulders rising and falling rapidly. "You think you know what happened with Max, huh?" he asks, and Charles has never heard him sound like that. Despite himself, it sends a thrill through Charles' whole body. "You think you know what I want and don't want?"

Charles lets his belligerent silence do the talking for him, and Pierre's eyes flash. "Well, do you know that none of it is true? Do you know that none of the rumours of me with all those omegas are true?"

"What do you--" Charles begins, but Pierre cuts him off with a single hand held up, raised as sharply as a slap.

"Do you know, Charlito," he says, almost viciously, "that I've never been able to date any other omega for longer than a few months because I was always comparing them to you?"

Charles jolts where he stands, all the breath wrenched from him. "What--"

But Pierre doesn't give him a moment to process that. "Do you know that I only agreed to spend this heat with Max because he was desperate and out of options?"

"Do you know," Pierre continues, dangerously soft, "that I had to think of you just to be able to come at all?" He stalks a single step closer to Charles. "Do you know that I had to pretend it was you all the time just so that my knot wouldn't go down?" Another step, and Charles is shaking all over, but he can't move. Pierre has him pinned down, completely rooted to the spot with his scorching gaze and world-ending words.

"Do you know," Pierre concludes, softest of all, "why I really said I wouldn't spend a heat with you?"

Charles isn't sure how he even manages to form the word. "Why?"

Pierre's eyes are so, so dark as he stops just in front of Charles, raising one hand to ghost just millimetres above Charles' collarbone. "Because," he says, and his voice is rough. "I knew that if I did, Charles, if I fucked you even just once, I wouldn't be able to hold back. I would bite you, then and there, and I would make you mine."

All the while that he's been speaking, Pierre has been tracing his fingers upwards, a slow, slow torturous slide mere centimetres above Charles' skin. Charles can almost feel the heat of his touch, almost but not quite, and when Pierre stops just below Charles' mating gland - Charles whines and shudders forward, the combination of Pierre's hand there and that word mine too much for him to resist.

Pierre's fingers touch the overheated skin of Charles' mating gland, and the world explodes.

Charles' knees buckle, and his head spins, and he has to press his thighs together in a desperate effort to ease the sudden and burning need there. He's wet, he can feel it, leaking slick all over the place just from that one touch.

Pierre jerks his hand back, of course, but even that split-second of contact was enough to destroy Charles perfectly.

Pierre is panting, and he looks about as wrecked as Charles feels. "So do not stand there and tell me that I don't want you, Charles," he says, and his voice shakes - anger or desperation, Charles can't tell. "Not when I have done nothing but want you for as long as I have known how to want."

Charles shudders, the full weight of Pierre's words sinking in on him all at once. As Charles stands there, processing, he watches as the world rearranges itself entirely.

Charles breathes in, and then he breathes out. "Fuck you, Pear," he says, only a little shakily. "No, seriously, fuck you. How obvious do you need me to be? I literally asked you to spend my heat with me!"

For a moment, Pierre looks so indignant that he forgets to be angry. "You asked it as a favour to a friend!" he protests. "I just said, I can't do that! Not if it's you."

"Yeah, well," Charles says waspishly, "I only asked it like that because I thought you would say no otherwise."

And all at once, Pierre's expression transforms as he comes to the same sudden and brilliant realisation Charles just had.

"Charles," he says, shell-shocked. "If you're saying what I think you're saying..."

He glances down at his hands, clenches them tightly into fists again, then looks back up at Charles, his gaze burning. "You have to know, you can't take it back. I'm not going to let you take it back. Not if you mean it."

"God, Pierre, you are so fucking stupid," Charles says, and alright, maybe he is still a little angry about the whole situation, after all. (He thinks he has the right to be, though.) "Why do you think I was so angry that you went for Max?"

When Pierre doesn't say anything immediately, Charles snaps off a sharp step into Pierre's space, flicking his fingers against Pierre's forehead. "Yeah, it's because I wanted you to choose me. Only me."

Pierre's hand comes up, grabbing Charles' wrist in a bruise-tight hold. He draws Charles' hand away from his face, but then he doesn't let go, just keeps holding on, fingers circling Charles' wrist like they're meant to fit there. "Only you?" he echoes, and it sounds like a question.

Charles nods, because there was never any other answer, and he's about to say it, too, but then Pierre kisses the words right off his mouth.

If Charles' world hadn't already exploded so thoroughly earlier, then it would now.

It's a good kiss. No, it's better than a good kiss - it's a fucking incredible kiss; Pierre's one hand still wrapped around Charles' wrist while the other finds its way to his waist, like it belongs there. Pierre kisses him like he's still a little angry, but also like he's never meant anything more, pouring every part of his soul into it. Pierre kisses him like he's already imagining the night they're going to spend together after this, and he kisses Charles like how he's planning to fuck him later.

Charles has no objections to that. None at all.

Well. Except the one.

He pulls away from the kiss, pressing his palm hard to the side of Pierre's face. "You're going to spend my next heat with me," he says, orders more like, and it's far too possessive, but he can't bring himself to care. Not one goddamned bit.

Pierre growls, low in his throat, and pulls Charles even closer to him. "No, chéri," he says, too-softly. "I'm going to spend every single heat with you from now on. Forever."

"Forever," Charles breathes, and then he kisses Pierre again, hard, making it a promise. "Forever."

#posted this at 01:16 which is not QUITE 1016 but as close as i could get on this fine evening #HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRIONYYYY #myfic #piarles fic #10 x 16 #maxierre #(technically)#(they're really only there as a plot device to get us to piarles endgame)#in other news WHOA MY GOD THIS GOT LONG #(who's surprised....)#but i SWEAR the intention was just to write you something short and sweet for your birthday today since #since we'll only be releasing the main fic later #(well; i say short and sweet; but i don't think SWEETNESS was ever the intention. i wanted to write possessiveness)#(and also miscommunication and misunderstanding and all them GLORIOUS angsty tropes)#and since i have absolutely no self-control to speak of... here we are #BRIONY. my love. i love you so much #please accept this humble offering of my first ever publicly posted a/b/o on the occasion of your birthday #sorry for making the boys angry at each other but i unfortunately think it's very hot to make them scream confessions at each other #hot angry confessions... CHEF'S KISS #and i really hope you like this too!! and go as insane as i did over certain lines #because by God... i fear that you have created a monster #now that i have discovered a/b/o i am NEVER LOOKING BACK #this was so fucking fun to write oh my god. JEEZ #but anyways!! getting distracted here #HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN MY LOVE #and before you say this is too much.... NO. we can never celebrate your birthday too much #this is just more proof to that end #LOVE YOU ENDLESSLY ❤️❤️❤️#briony's birthday bonanza 😘

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sanjisboyfie · 5 months

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suguru's cherished mornings

-> geto suguru x male reader -> really short sorry idk i just had to publically show how much i love him.

-> still jjk universe but the one where this babe doesnt become anakin skywalker and defect away from everyone <3333 because i like to imagine this alternate universe a LOT

his black hair sprawled over the sheets, unfortunately getting painfully pulled by you when you're still sleeping. he winces as he feels it being pressuredly pushed down onto the mattress, giving a slight tug to his sensitive scalp and affectively waking him up.

he doesn't have the heart to even be remotely annoyed or angry with you. not when you look so peaceful sleeping. not when you're so effortlessly handsome it feels almost like his heart physically stops beating at your effortless charm.

he is just that in love with you.

the way you could make doing nothing but sleeping look like art was something special only to his eye, because he was the only one that had his eye on you. or, at least, that's what he tells himself to sleep better at night (he would very much rather not think about the probably high number of individuals that also find you attractive, it'll just put him in a sour mood).

he won't wake you up. instead, he props his head up onto his palm and continues gazing at you lovingly. sure, it can be a little bit creepy, but...okay, it is just creepy, but he just loves you so much. he might pick up the book that's resting on his bedside. he'll sit against the headboard as he reads, smiling softly when you so naturally shift your body to now be hugging his legs and resting on his lap.

one hand will hold the book up for him to read whilst the other traces mindless shapes on your back.

suguru loves touching you, whether it be in the smallest grazes of his fingers or those more heated moments, he loves, loves, loves touching you. it makes him happy - genuinly.

it's his own way of grounding himself, reminding himself that you're really there with him, next to him.

his large hands will run up and down your back until you eventually wake up. the book he's reading returns back to the bedside and he immediately focuses all of his attention on you.

"g'mornin', baby," he'll gently say, shuffling to hold you in his arms and kiss the top of your head, "did you sleep well?"

a tired hum is all he gets in response, but you can still feel him smiling against your skin. you return the question, your voice gravely as you speak.

then he's pressing his face into the crevice between your neck and shoulder, humming in delight as he gets to really take you in, through all of his senses.

he has you in his arms, obviously he can see you, and the last is that he is drowning in your natural scent.

he's obsessed, at this point.

"slept perfectly, as always," when i'm beside you - that's the last part of the sentence that suguru doesn't voice, for some reason.

his arms tighten around your waist. and now you're the one carding your fingers through his hair, to sooth him and relax that tight grip on your body. he doesn't know it, but it's practically suffocating.

gently, as you predicted, his hold does loosen up and allows you to sit in his lap now without him cutting off your circulation.

"should we stay in for a little while longer, babe? are you still tired?" he asks you, but doesn't get a response. all he feels is your body comfortiably slotting in with his and the arms you had around his neck loosely falling into your lap.

"silly boy," he chuckles, finding your habits endearing and amusing. you woke up, just to get comfortable in his lap and then fall back asleep. "i love you,"

there's a low hum that comes from your chest and he takes that answer with glee. he knows you would have said it back if you had the energy or that keen awareness.

when the two of you finally do have the energy to get out of bed, the morning finally starts in the bathroom. you're brushing your teeth standing next to each other, suguru sometimes childishly making funny faces at you in the mirror.

you almost choked on the toothpaste in your mouth when he fulls a particularly funny face. some other mornings you're sitting on the bathroom counter with suguru comfortably standing in between your open legs. his one hand will rest on one side of your lap with the other moving the toothbrush in his mouth. that hand near your lap will sometimes go underneath your shirt and start playing with the flesh of your hips.

it sometimes earns him a warning look, which he rolls his eyes at, but eventually does pull away to please you. the other times, though, when you let his fingers dance on your skin - those times he loves.

sometime in your morning routine, one of you will get a phone call from someone in jujutsu society to call you for a mission. usually, it's you since you're not a special grade like suguru. that means you're more high in demand for lesser grade curses.

he doesn't like that, though, so he often tags along with you wherever you have to go. doesn't like being away from you for too long. it makes him angsty. makes him worried.

he wants to be there for you if anything happens. or else he wouldn't be able to live peacefully.

but on the rare mornings, you don't get beckoned for work, the two of you are lounging in your small living room. two steaming cups of coffee are on the table as suguru watches the television with you scrolling on your phone.

your legs will most likely be thrown over his lap, a subtle way of letting him touch you. his hands will always find the skin of your ankle and calf to caress, going up and down your leg as if he was trying to lull you to sleep again.

he may or may not actually be trying to do that too, he wants you to stay here with him and only him for a while longer. and when you're sleeping, you're doing just that. it's his own little secret, though, as he'd never confess these underhanded methods he uses to monopolize your time and attention.

and its usually at times like that: the light pouring in through the opened window, the cups of steaming coffee in front of you two, that skin to skin contact, when suguru feels the most thankful for having you.

you make the mundane mornings something worth living through. he doesn't have to struggle and find reason to get out of bed, not when he has you there to hold his hand through the motions of it. you make his life exciting and he loves you dearly for all that you unknowingly do for him.

"hm, love you, [name]," he'll say out of nowhere.

it makes your head lift up from the couch cushion and away from your phone screen. he catches your e/c eyes with his own, smiling softly at your adorable face.

"love you too, suguru, always," you easily respond, sitting up to kiss his cheek and leaving a lingering scent of coffee on his skin.

but he doesn't wipe it away, he never would.

you collpase back onto the couch cushion into your comfortable position and suguru can't help but note how homey you look.

he loves when he gets to spend his mornings with you because those are the best parts of his day.

the mundane turned special in its own way, all thanks to you and the love he has for you in his heart.

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adventuringblind · 3 months

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Unrequited Understanding

Norlestappen x Reader

Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort

Summary: Her father comes back into her life as a replacement race engineer. Now she can't escape him and his voice when she does the one thing she thought he couldn't touch.

Warnings: eating disorder, abuse, past child abuse, sef harm, suicide attempt

Notes: for @ashiekins, I hope you like it! I'M SORRY FOR THE ENDING I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF!

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January

The new year had never felt so sweet. Her victory with Max and Redbull had been a dream. Max taking another championship, had the entire team walking on cloud nine.

She spent new years with her boys. It's tradition at this point to messily kiss all together as the new year comes around.

They'd done so much for her. She's come so far in her journey.

"What are you thinking about, Love?" Neither her nor Lando could sleep. Most nights, they end up talking to get the heavy thoughts to lessen a bit. It's why they get one half of the bed to themselves.

"How nice it feels to know I'm still here and loved." She rests her head on Lando's chest, the steady rythme of his heart lulling her into a restful state.

"Life wouldn't be the same without you." He kisses the top of her head as her mind finally gives into sleep.

February

Her and Max sit together at the large conference table. The factory is preparing for the new season. Energy is running high, and she can feel it crackling in the atmosphere.

Christian talks about how excited he is for the new season. 2023 is going to be theirs to dominate. Adrian has been working tirelessly to give them a title worthy car.

"We have had to make some last-minute changes to the team, unfortunately." Christian makes eye contact with her, and the good feeling she had dissolves. "Your race engineer has fallen terminally ill and is being hospitalized. The good news is we've found a last-minute replacement."

The door opens, and she feels the air leave her lungs. Her body shakes in fear of the man who takes confident strides to his chair.

Christian introduces them, clearly not understanding that they know each other very well. The man is her father, after all.

She has her mother's last name. Intent on separating herself from him entirely. He'd been doing Indie car for years. She never thought he'd make the switch after how they left things.

Max shoots her a concerned look, but she shakes it off. None of the boys had ever seen what her father looks like. They don't know she changed her last name.

She has no intention of ruining a good season because of her petty emotions. So, she says nothing.

March

It's not as bad as she thought it would be. They don't interact much aside from talking about data and while she's in the car.

The underhanded comments make her thoughts reel. The constant questioning of her skill while she's driving makes her think she's crazy. Her father is too good at making it look like a joke. People laugh with him, not understanding he means what he says.

He talks over her, cuts her off, bosses her around like she's still a child. She shrinks in on herself every time he cones around.

Stay silent and listen. That's what got her through her childhood. Just don't make him angry.

He lashes out when he's angry.

Charles is there when a nightmare causes her to be sick. A memory of her childhood that haunts her still.

The Monegasque holds her hair up and rubs her back as she sobs. He makes her a warm drink and holds her, letting her wet tears soak into his shirt.

"Do you want to talk about it, mon chéri?" He whispers gently against her forehead.

She inhales, breath catching in her throat as she does. "My dad, he - well - he used to say I'd never be anything. I sometimes dream about the memory."

"Your father and Jos can fuck off." Charles cups her face with his hands. "You are amazing. Whatever he told you is a lie. You've proven yourself to the world. Your younger self can rest knowing she got you here, that you are safe and loved and enough."

April

It's getting worse by the day. She's not sure where her father got the idea that he could order her around like she's still five and karting. It's getting annoying and ridiculous.

He's taken to snatching any food out of her hand and tossing it away into the nearest bin. What a waste. He could've eaten it himself.

He keeps telling her the car is too heavy. The data doesn't show that, but whatever. Her food being taken from her like when she was young was not how she expected the season to go. She takes to not eating because it's easier than fighting with him.

Her physio keeps asking her about why her weight seems to be plummeting recently. Even trying to get it back on her with altered meal plans. The concerns get brought up later in a meeting with Christian. The severity of her condition being made apparent.

Max watches her sob over a salad. She can tell he wants to push, asked what is causing the relapse. Understand where her head is at.

He hands her a water bottle and waits until she drinks the entire thing. "It's okay to struggle, but please don't shut us out. You don't have to do this alone, alright?"

She doesn't respond, simply collapses into his patient arms.

May

Lando and Charles happened to be passing by at the worst time. The Redbull garage still buzzing with the excitement of Max's podium and her mediocre result compared.

They saw her race engineer laying into her about every mistake. No other staff around to hear the conversation. Her head hung in shame as he pointed out every flaw.

Charles interrupts with such ease. He says her PR officer was looking for her earlier. It gets her to excuse herself from the conversation, leaving the two boys with her engineer.

"Mind your own business next time," scoffs the older man. He leaves the younger two confused.

Charles takes in Lando's mildly anxious body movements. "Something isn't right, Charles. She had that same look from when we were rookies."

Charles hums in agreement. "We'll have to wait for her to come to us for now."

June

The underhanded comments are getting progressively worse. People have started noticing that something is off about her race engineer and his behavior towards her.

Meetings are difficult and the team is walking on eggshells. Max looks ready to explode and has been ripping her father to pieces after every comment. He gets in trouble, so she asks him to stop.

She doesn't mind. Her whole life has been taking this kind of behavior from him. Max knows better than anyone that it's best to respect that kind of ask.

"I'm here if things ever get to a point where you want it to stop. I will always be here for you."

July

Her wight combined with her self-harming habits are making it harder to drive. Somewhere in her head she knows she can't continue like this. The car no longer works with her.

Christian keeps pulling her into his office and asking her about where she's at. Warning her the if she continues down this road, she won't be able to drive. That he'll be forced to find a replacement.

She cries as the boys hold her. She tells them she's not sure if she can do it anymore, that she's not cut out for this sport. They comfort and reassure her that's a lie.

Her thoughts remain stuck on being a burden to them. She gets better just to fall once more into her old habits. They have careers and goals that would be easier to achieve without her around.

Maybe her father is right about her after all.

August

The summer break brings them a much-needed reprieve from the fast-paced world they live in. She gets to spend time away from the incessant voice of the man she hates. Her boys occupying her mind instead.

There is a finality about this that she can't explain. Like things can only get better from here on out. That something in her future is going to bring her the one thing she's looking for.

Swimming in the ocean and eating what they want. They laugh and joke like nothing has changed. It's the first time in months that she feels normal.

This is how things should be. The smile on her face is genuine and the boys can all tell.

September

The cuts line her skin in an unorganized fashion. Angry, red, and bleeding. Her race had been ended early due to a collision. She'd been collateral damage; it wasn't her fault.

The media didn't see it that way. Her father definitely had no mercy when he mercilessly explained how she will never be good enough as a driver.

Hidden away in her drivers' room now, watching the blood pour from her skin. The boys know, they've seen the fresh lines. They are trying to find a way to get her to stop, but these feeling are fighting back harder than ever before. She's not sure how to fight them anymore.

Disappearing seems like the best option. The only way she'll be able to escape the dark thoughts swirling in her head. The one place her father won't be able to touch her anymore will be in her death.

She moans as the blade digs deeper. The ecstasy that accompanies addiction is a feeling she will always crave. Sick satisfaction bubbles in her throat and pour out on her eyes as red stains the floor.

This wasn't her plan, but it's okay. The pain makes all her thoughts go away. Lessens the weight on her chest. Forces her mind to focus on something else.

Everything is spinning and then it goes dark.

Warm hands and comforting words. That's all she's ever wanted.

October

The boys can see how sick she is. Max won't let her be alone in the garage. Not after she almost died.

Her physio is with her when none of the boys are. They keep asking her questions that she won't give answers to.

It's not until an altercation with her father is finally caught. He's condemning her over the radio while she's driving. They'd had an argument earlier about how she should be taking turn three.

The public execution is miserable. Still, she puts her head down and drives.

The second-place trophy has never felt heavier. It drags her arms downwards as she heads to the garage with Max. He doesn't know about what happened yet and she hopes it stays that way. She screams as she puts it away in her room.

She avoids her father as much as possible on the way to the press conference. The glimpse she does get of him leaves a bitter taste in her mouth. Christian looks angry as he presses a finger into her father's chest.

She's zoned out majority of the conference. Until A journalist with a soft voice is asking about her feelings towards her race engineer.

"It's just how things are sometimes. I wasn't listening to instructions, and he was frustrated. It happens." She shrugs it off like this is the most normal everyday occurrence. Which, in her defense, it kind of is.

Every media outlet seems to want to know more about it. Her emotions are struggling to remain contained. the inevitable sobs escape after a particularly worded question about whether his actions could be considered abuse or not.

She breaks, collapsing in the middle of the media pen. Her boys are there blocking the view of the cameras as her body fails to move.

They know now what has been happening. Her secret is out there for everyone to see.

November

Her father is fired from the team with immediate effect. Christian apologizes relentlessly for not knowing and not seeing it sooner.

The media is asked to refrain from asking about the incident and anything regarding her past race engineer. They respect it, probably wanting to avoid another meltdown in the middle of an interview.

Max, Lando and Charles are with her through every step of the way. They encourage her to talk to them and she does. It feels nice not having to hold in her family secrets.

They want to help her, and she wants to be helped.

Her race engineer for the end of the season ends up taking the job for next year. He's kind and keeps his voice calm. Her last few drives amaze everyone.

The top step of the podium has never felt so good. She didn't need to prove herself to anyone, but the confidence it brings her is hard to deny.

Closure feels even better.

December

Her therapist is proud of her for opening up to the boys more. They don't push her to spill everything, but they encourage her when she does.

The end of the year pulls them closer together. After everything that happened, she wasn't sure she was going to see 2024 come around. She's glad she does though.

She fought to the end. She made it to her peace. A place where her father can't touch.

Warm hands and gentle words for all of eternity.

January... Again

Three boys stand in front of a grave. Her favorite flowers in hand. The silence stretches between them. None of them know how to proceed.

The memory of finding her on the floor replays in Max's head. He should've known to find her right after the race. That cold September afternoon in Zandvoort. The day she bled out for one final time.

Charles and Lando assure Max it's not his fault. IT hadn't been her plan. There was no note, not even a warning sign aside from her mental health declining.

Her father, who they now know was the catalyst for her relapse, is in jail. Christian made sure to get him put away so the boys wouldn't have to worry about it.

The other drivers came to the funeral. The journalists respect their wishes not to speak on the matter. They need to heal before they can even think about trying to explain how all three of them had taken time off.

The FIA pushed the races back since Redbull needed to sort things out. The memorial on the track has been visited by everyone on the team.

They tried so hard. They wanted her to stay. They can only hope that she found what she needed in whatever lies beyond this life.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ [END].

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Juyeon x M!reader.

Author's Note: uuuh I don't think I'm okaaaaaaaay, I don't think I'm okay. I honestly didn't know whether to upload it, I feel like it's garbage.

Previously: You're tired of being his last option (being hidden) and you decide to end "things" with him, maybe he'll fix it, maybe he won't.

Genre: Discussions, Against, Fluff (kinda), Drama.

Wrng: internalized homophobia.

"I should have dressed as a clown to make a fool of myself in a better way." You thought.

It was around noon and you had been waiting for more than three hours for what is supposedly your boyfriend. You both had agreed that today you would see each other after a very hard week, exams and projects were driving you crazy. There is nothing better than a whole day resting with the person you love the most so far. At least, that's what you thought when you first arrived at the coffee shop. Where is he? It was your only question for a while now. He didn't even answer your calls. That would have been the last straw, the whole jug. It wasn't the first time he had put you through something like this, but after many conversations, he promised that he would change and you really tried to believe him.

You wanted to continue waiting for him, you wanted to continue hoping for the idea that he would arrive, but the time was approaching for you to be in your first class of the day and since you were also part of the committee, you decided to pay for your coffee and leave without further ado. You felt so embarrassed after paying the girl, you spent more than two hours boasting to her that this would be 'the day' and that after a long time, she would finally meet the boy you've been talking so much about for more than 4 months now, unfortunately things didn't happen—again.

"M/N!" You heard from afar that distinctive loud voice that could only tell you who it was, you were so angry that you decided to speed up your pace to avoid talking to him, however your ways of escaping would have been worthless after feeling his fingers gently sink into your shoulder. When you turned around you began to listen to his great sermon of reasons why he took 'longer than he thought', but as always, everything he said ended with 'sorry, bro' and its characteristic way of messing up your hair.

Ouch, to a certain point you understood that he was afraid to say that he is gay, I mean, he told you before they started dating and you were fine with that, I say you were because you always saw him surrounded by several of his 'girl-friends' and even you saw him hugged by the neck with one in particular. Does he have to do all that just out of fear? I think he also forgot that you also had feelings, maybe he forgot that you were dating and that constantly made you overthink. The only thing you wanted was to be able to hold his hand without him constantly looking around.

ㅡSomething happens?ㅡThe brunette exclaimed after seeing you all the way with your head down and muttering a couple of things that didn't make much sense.

"I was just thinking about the exams. . . and us." You didn't want to get into your feelings any further. It wasn't even the place, and surprisingly, not the person you would want to talk to about this. On the other hand, you only heard a heavy sigh and saw out of the corner of your eye how he only nodded sadly.

"Did I do something wrong? Tell me what I did wrong now, and I'll fix it" You felt a big hole in your chest, you wanted to scream at him right then and there about everything that should change so that you could stop feeling like a shitty boyfriend and he could lose that fear of being left alone just because he had someone of the same sex as his partner, but you only deigned to stare at him and caress his cheek.

In the entire class you couldn't concentrate better because of the laughing session that Juyeon was having with one of his friends at the back of the room, you had finally decided that the best option—for you—would be to end what was still going on between the two of you. You didn't hesitate to send him a random message but you didn't get a response from the boy, you had no choice but to wait until class could finish and talk to him before he went to play basketball.

"Juyeon, I have to tell you something, and I think it will be quick." You told him when he was going down a couple of steps after the teacher was ready to put his things away and leave, when the individual left and there was no one else in the room—so you two started talking about how you felt being there, after several months together; what liked to do most, what didn't, etc. Everything was going so well until some basketball teammates rushed to the classroom door and asked for the tallest one.

Your heart stopped after hearing him say, "Just give me a minute, I'm talking to a friend." Is that what you were to him? It seems that yes, Eric was right. You should not continue being in a place where you were only the couple when he got the chip on. You didn't know that "friends" always spent their time kissing or watching a series while doing nothing but caressing each other or even ending up naked on a bed with only a sheet covering both bodies. It didn't take long for your eyes to be glassy with the amount of tears you didn't want to shed, at least not in front of him, in front of the same boy who broke your heart in the worst way you've ever experienced so far.

You tried to raise your gaze so you could see his eyes and give him a weak smile, you did nothing more than leave a couple of pats on his shoulder before leaving the room. You knew that things didn't go any further after he denied you, who knows how many times he must have done the same thing, that was the real reason why you no longer fought or thought with hate.

"W-wait, what does this mean?" The raven man asked after rushing out of the same place and thus taking you by the forearm.

ㅡWe're done, I don't like going out with friends.ㅡ You said as you let go of his grip and continued walking to the cafeteria, where your best friend was.

The boy, for his part, just stood there stunned in that cold hallway where you left him without even turning to look at him, he was stunned, he couldn't process anything that just happened, he knew he screwed up.

Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic.

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nahoney22 · 8 months

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Hi! Congrats on your follower celebration! And thanks for writing requests.

Could I request Wrecker x female with fluff/romance for the prompt “you know, you’re really hot when you’re angry.”?

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Wrecker X F!Reader

word count: 600 words

SFW

prompt:

“You know you’re really hot when you’re angry.”

warnings: annoyed reader, mainly fluff, non established relationship, idiots in love, mutual pining. Female reader.

authors note: thank you for the support @merkitty49 and very sorry for the wait 🩵

The boys observed you pacing aboard the Marauder, your frustration evident as you vented about the day's mishaps, which seemed to be pretty valid.

Not only had the meticulously planned mission gone awry from the very start, but returning to the Marauder revealed that it had been… infiltrated.

Evidently and most unfortunately, someone had left the gangplank down, allowing either the planet's inhabitants or its creatures to wreak literal havoc on board.

Echo murmured to Wrecker as they watched you kick at the debris from broken crates, followed by a drawn-out sigh of annoyance, "When do you think she'll calm down?"

Wrecker, watching you with a mix of fascination and concern, replied, "I ain't sure."

Typically, you were the epitome of calm and collected, but today, there was an unfamiliar side to you, one that had Wrecker oddly intrigued. He couldn't help but feel sympathetic about your frustration, but he also found your slightly vexed demeanor rather attractive.

So taking matters into his own hands, he approached you and gently rested his large hand on your shoulder, trying to halt your pacing. "Wanna sit down for a bit?"

"No, Wrecker," you sighed, "I want to clean it all up. I want this place to look spotless, just like I left it. In fact, I want all of you to clean up after yourselves, stick to the plan, and not go rogue! I want a hot shower! I want Mantell mix!" Your list of desires seemed to go on endlessly, reaching a point where it became almost comical. The more you listed, the more absurd your requests became, until you found yourself laughing at the chaos.

With your hands linked behind your neck, you took a deep breath and turned back to Wrecker with a sheepish expression. "Am I being overdramatic?"

A warm smile graced Wrecker's face as he gazed down at you, your outburst none short of endearing. His heart races in the intensity of the moment as your eyes locked onto each other. "You know, you're really hot when you're angry," he admitted, surprising both of you and causing a flutter in your stomach.

The unexpected compliment left you momentarily speechless, but it quickly chased away the frustration and distress of the day's events. You couldn't help but break into a grin, realising that Wrecker, the person you had secretly harbored feelings for a long time, had just called you hot.

"Really?" you replied, your eyes brightening with delight at his words.

Wrecker coughed awkwardly, his cheeks flushing with a mixture of fluster and embarrassment. However, your positive reaction put him at ease, and he let out a chuckle, folding his arms across his broad chest. He was relieved that his brothers hadn't overheard his admission to you. "Sure," he continued, "but no, I don't think you're being dramatic."

"That's good to know," you replied with a sense of relief, letting your arms relax by your sides as you surveyed the mess once more. "I'll clean this up tomorrow. I can't be bothered right now."

Wrecker stepped forward, his willingness to help clear on his face. "We will help ya. We shouldn’t shy away from our cleaning duties." He was eager to do whatever it took to make you happy. But then again, he couldn't help the thoughts of making a mess to see you riled up again.

Grateful for his offer, the two of you decided to take a small walk together, and as the evening unfolded, perhaps, just maybe, a gentle kiss was shared. Maybe having the ship infiltrated wasn't such a bad thing after all sometimes.

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"On behalf of my family, Lando Norris, I'm asking for the full truth now!" I stood behind him while he threw himself into the bin, because sightseeing was the obligatory program today and this was the third bin he threw into. "I'm saying that I'm not pregnant with some kind of virus. You're just imagining it, I won't deny that. That I'm gay and that Ollie and I had a rough time, but we're still a couple." I smiled back at Alex and shoved the test back into my belt pouch. Don't let him see that I lied to him. "Shit, did you see Lando?" George became serious and became engaged to his girlfriend." "What were you gossiping about?" "Congratulations, man, that's a big word." "Thanks, Lando, when did you tell our little three that you were probably pregnant?" "Lando, I told you that's what you said yesterday in Swedish, you flat idiot!!!" "It's good that I'm pregnant from Ollie, but the breakup was very rough, the boys don't want to talk about it, let's sit down somewhere and celebrate the engagement."

"I'm a fool, I let the boy I love go." I twirled the racket and at least tried not to throw it, but once I almost managed to hit Logan in the face. "Ugh, I'm sorry, my thoughts wandered somewhere else." "Paul is your boyfriend, that is, the one with whom you made the news." "Logan, it's not true, you made this up and you spread or spread the rumor about me, it's not false." ,.I have no relations with the f2 field, they said that you were dating him and he was quite angry about the kiss, who did it happen to?" "Fuck you that me and Lando kissed, you fucking have nothing to do with it, you Florida bastard!!!!" I ran out in anger, laid down on the floor and could hardly breathe. Logan freaked me out, he's the gossiper, but I really can't stand it in that field. "Paul pick it up!!!!"

In front of the cattle, I was in the hotel room and I was video chatting with my girlfriend who was there with Bali Carlos's girlfriend and they say that they really like each other... They can't stand each other. Apparently, one of the queens of OnlyFans reached out to Carlos. He is already sick of this app, as are many of us in the field, especially Lando or Alex, although Lando tried it, but he thinks there are so many whores and cock-hanging him prostists up there that he deleted it, so he doesn't date here if he wants someone for himself, he also tried the apps, but they failed miserably there more than once he walked out of the date himself, the subject wanted to kidnap him and drag him out to make him a prostitute, but he was also transgender, he keeps in touch with him to this day, but unfortunately most of them were whores who only wanted Lando's money, so that's all about Tinder. "Sorry, but that was really optional." "Charles can't go without throwing up." "I'll leave you... Calm down, Lando, it will definitely be over one day, don't worry about it too much." "That's not the problem, but Kelly, you know. DR Yin said she started to worry if I didn't only have acne in the morning anymore. Now it's half past two and I've been throwing up for half the day and I don't even know how many Tokyo trash cans are full of what I had for breakfast today." "Fuck it, I'll call the ambulance then, it's bad, not only your health is important now, but the health of the people inside is even more important!!!"

In the hospital, I didn't even understand what the doctor was talking about. I looked at her, then at Charles, who was shrugging because I think he thought the same thing as me, he thought I was pregnant by him. We started pointing out that no, I am not from him, but from another boy who is younger than me. I felt that someone other than Charles would hold my shoulder and bring me heart trouble. "My mother Loki, the heartache that hit me was terrifying." ,,Lando will say hello if we already dated yesterday..." ,,Hi, I've only vomited for almost half a day, you poor trash, and you know I'm afraid that my beans will hurt. I'm about five weeks pregnant, but that's not fixed either." "Thank you, he said that he can tell you at any time that you are seven weeks old, not five." ,,MR Norris calm down, thanks for the information about you now deep air guys from outside..." I looked at him, I couldn't believe it. "Fetus, fetus?" "Tears of joy or sorrow?" "Ecstasy is more there, my little one." "Look at one there and the other there, but wait with him if it doesn't get absorbed by the twins, but it seems to me that it won't." I held my face at the news, my brain couldn't place the news, it was good and bad. "Do you hear?" "Yes, I can hear their tiny heartbeats." I wanted to go out and nyakuba fell over, but I didn't go, I took the little rest I had, I saw how he was wiping the jelly from my stomach, I stood up, took everything and went out. "Why did you send us out?" Silnetly fell to the necks with a tearful face, I couldn't say what to say, "Gemini, now the other is not willing to give up."

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It's maybe unwarranted, but I am a bit worried that neither Aemond or Aegon will be given the depth and complexity they deserve. Ofc, we've only seen one trailer, but I really hope that Aemond won't be reduced to a cocky, overconfident one liner Daemon junior. Like, even though he barely had any screentime in s1 he was still given a memorable backstory and a good reason to despise and distrust the blacks and especially to be wary of his mother's relationship with Rhaenyra. Also, he is probably the only Targaryen of the era who was actually reminded that the dragons have their own will and cannot ever be completely controlled. The Shipbreaker's Bay incident should have thought him something, like, idk, be more careful, self controlled and not too overconfident? I get that he's still very young and that explains at least partly his attitude, but still. Him being surprised and horrified with what happened at the end of s1 kinda made sense, but I bet that we'll get to see him being all surprised and then angry when Daemon fools him and takes KL, and then we'll have a pattern: Aemond gets all cocky and overconfident, then is taught a lesson and becomes the buttmonkey of the show. And again, and again, until the final duel. We all know how that ends. I exagerrate a little, but the point is there. Just don't make the same caricature he was in the book. As for Aegon, I enjoy his moments on screen, but I hope he won't be reduced to an evil boy king and a lesson for Alicent in a "careful what you wish for" fashion. Just don't make another Joffrey because there aren't many similarities between the two and don't use him as a proof of Rhaenyra's superiority.

Sorry for the rant.

agreed!!! i have not much else to add.

i doubt aemond will be more careful. i may be wrong about that. but you are right... having him go through something like that where he completely loses the hold on vhagar and vhagar does what she wants should give him at least a moment's reflection later on but i doubt it will.

aemond is set to go on a downhill path from now on. and i know there were some leaks at some point, not sure whether true or not, that aemond ends up burning some of the greens army in rook's rest and how that's gonna be an issue.

obviously it happens that in dragon fights you can end up killing even allied soldiers (the way it happened in f&b when vhagar, sunfyre and meleys all fall on top of each other and it kills a bunch of people on both sides), but i think maybe the leakers mentioning it (again, if true) might have more relevence to the story than just collateral damage

that being said... i'm gonna be real. i don't think they'll give them the depth you or i expect. unfortunately for you i am a pessimist most of the time and expect the story to still be focused on how all of this affects alicent that in turn is just statement for the viewer that says "if only she stood by rhaenyra's side".

that's not to say that aemond, aegon and others won't have their own plot and we won't see any depth or development but the bigger picture is what i mentioned above.

#asks #aemond targaryen #aegon ii targaryen

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TBTSB Chapter 4 (Bruce's POV)

To say Bruce was shocked was an understatement, surely the passing of such a high-profiled individual would have reached him.

A loud groan comes from behind the group before a blonde boy pushes his way to the front and glares at Ms. Dupain-Cheng.

“Stop telling people I’m dead! I already said I was sorry, what more do you want from me, Mari?”

The boy- presumably Mr. Agreste shakes his hand with a smile.

“Sorry about that. Marinette is mad at me right now and decided to pretend I was dead, she got the rest of the group in on it but I’ll get them to break eventually. I’m Adrien, Adrien Agreste.”

Bruce is about to answer when Ms. Bourgeois speaks up.

“It's a terrible thing, to die so young. He had so many big dreams too.”

The other girl with blue hair- Ms. Tsurugi? Nods along.

“He wanted to be a physics teacher. He would have been good at it too. It's so unfortunate.”

Mr. Agreste groaned again before grabbing Ms. Dupain-Cheng by her shoulders and shaking her back and forth in a way that closely resembled his eldest son Dick.

“Quit acting like I’m dead! I can assure you I am still very much alive!”

Marinette looked him dead in the eyes for the first time since she decided to ignore her best friend, waiting until he was clearly paying attention to speak.

“You may still be alive but you are dead to me.”

Her three other friends broke down laughing as Mr. Agreste raised a hand to his chest to clasp dramatically at his heart.

“I said I was sorry, Princess! Please speak to me! I’ll do whatever you want!”

Ms. Dupain-Cheng had already started walking away from the group at this point. Looking over her shoulder at the dramatic blonde she smiles sweetly.

“Then perish.”

She turned back around walking away with Mr. Agreste trailing after her pleading to forgive him.

“If I may ask, why is Ms. Dupain-Cheng angry with him?”

Mr. Couffaine turned to the businessman with a fond smile on his face.

“Marinette hasn’t met her soulmate yet, she can’t see green and it drives her insane. A little over an hour ago Chloe was talking about how we should all go on a trip after this, you know, just take a break from everything. Adrien decided to recommend a forest knowing it would make her mad. She’s already forgiven him. If she hadn’t we wouldn’t be messing with him like this, but it's still funny.”

Ms. Tsurugi and Bourgeois quietly gossip to each other watching as their friends walk away and commenting on the people around them.

They are a rather lively bunch and he can’t help but think how they would get along with his children.

A surprised gasp breaks him from his thought and he turns just in time to see his youngest son Damian and Ms. Dupain-Cheng bump into each other.

And knowing his son's blunt attitude and displeasure in being touched by anyone who doesn’t have his explicit permission he can’t help but prepare for the worst.

Come Find Me In The Maribat Discord!<3

#maribat #ml x dc #dc x mlb #mlb x dc #marinette x damian #maridami #damian x marinette

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a-court-of-moonlight-and-ire · 3 months

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I re-read my post about chapters 22-30 and I realized that theres so much I just fully forgot to mention, mostly relating to the inner circle so heres a quick summary of my thoughts about each ic member now that Im about halfway through the book and have spent some time with them. To briefly recap my previous thoughts, I think their group dynamic is insanely uncomfortable because of how apparent their hierarchy is and also none of them seem to actually like each other all that much

Amren

I dont dislike her in the sense that I dont dislike her personality or the basic concept of her character, but I do hate that shes in the inner circle at all. Like, whats this eldritch creature trapped in a body thats not her own doing hanging out with all these boring people ass people FOR 500 YEARS dude, if I had to spend 500 years with Rhysand I would destroy the entire night court regardless of whether or not I had Amren-levels of power. Like, why on earth would she be satisfied playing second fiddle to Rhysand and living in an APARTMENT in his stupid °•~City of Starlight~•° when shes supposed to be like a billion years old and a thousand times more powerful than him. I feel like itd be interesting to explore that but I know that we really dont from watching cari can read's summaries, so she just ends up being a character thats supposed to be interesting because shes so mysterious but is actually so shrouded in intrigue that it turns around and she just becomes boring again

Mor

When I first met her I said that something about her bothered me but I couldnt put my finger on what it was, but that I still kinda liked her because she atleast annoyed Rhysand. She really hasnt annoyed Rhys in any way since her and Feyres first meeting so I like her less because of that and also because shes mostly just boring to me at the moment. I think another reason why I dont particularly like her is that she feels so intrinsically tied to the misogyny of this world that just suddenly materialized in this book and its really annoying, I would like to avoid that subplot as much as possible. She basically just exists to give Feyre a female friend at the Night Court and to show her that you can totally girlboss your way out of a misogynistic system! But you cant dismantle the system because uhhhhhhhh. change is like a glacier because its slow

Also, shes obviously meant to parallel Ianthe, like shes supposed to be the better version of her, but I cant even imagine her and Feyre making out sloppy style toxic yuri edition so I cant really see her as any kind of improvement. sorry

Cassian

One of my least favourite character types is Fratbro But You Put Him In A Fantasy Setting so Im not the biggest fan of this guy ngl. The one redeeming quality he has is that hes very obviously crushing on all of his friends bisexual style, especially Rhys and Azriel. Its almost a little sad but mostly its just very funny. Like whyd you wanna take their clothes at the illyrian camps so badly huh? You like seeing pretty boys squirm around naked?

Unfortunately, I know that hes gonna end up with Nesta and that hes not even gonna treat her well, my guy is gonna go from being gay because he likes men to being gay because he hates women and I am not looking forward to it

Speaking of Nessian, a lot of sjm critical anti nessian people say that Nesta and Cassian used to be so good and so genuinely romantic in ACOWAR and that their relationship got completely ruined in ACOSF and. I mean, granted they dont ever talk about Cassian behaviour towards Nesta during the meeting at her house in ACOMAF but I hated the way he was just so angry at her on Feyre's behalf when she wasnt even that mad herself, she just felt weird and bad. Of course, I havent read ACOWAR yet and I might change my mind in the future but right now, I'll just say it doesnt surprise me that Cassian would laugh at Nesta falling down the stairs

Azriel

My favourite guy!!! Out of this bunch I mean. My favourite guy in the entire ACOTAR series is probably Lucien, but if we're just talking about the jokers from the Night Court, then this guy is my favorite

I really wasnt expecting much from him, I thought he would have absolutely no personality from what Ive heard other people say about him, but hes basically exactly what I want in an edgy traumatized shadow boi. Ive talked about this before but I really dislike Rhysand and part of that is that I normally really like the archetype of the tortured edgy love interest with shadow powers but he makes it so goddamn annoying by being so flirty and cocky I just want to see him dead. But Azriel is quiet so he doesnt bothr me and also theres some intrigue about his backstory and the extend of his powes but he feels like a solid enough character that he doesnt become boring to me like Amren

I will say though, theres something particularly uncomfortable about watching anyone from the inner circle interact with him and vice versa, I think its because he seems like he doesnt actually like them more than anything else. Ive said this in a previous post, I think Cassian wants to be in a relationship good friends with him and he seems to think they have some good sunshine guy/grumpy guy banter going on but to me it just seems like Azriel genuinely dislikes him. And then he obviously doesnt trust Amren and I feel like hes in love with Mor and has been for a really long time but doesnt actually like her, I honestly feel like hes just sticking by Rhysand because he feels like he owes him and because it gives him an excuse to be close to his crush

Yknow, that I think about it maybe thats why I like him so much. I dont like the Inner Circle, he doesnt like the Inner Circle, thats a relatable king right there

#anti acotar #anti acomaf #anti inner circle #anti rhysand #pro azriel #somehow #anti nessian #flames and darkness liveblog

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i’ve stanned svt for a while and i just wanted to build on what the other anon said ^^

i highly doubt any of them will leave!! they’ve said many times in the past esp seungcheol that the members are more important than the company. if one of them was to leave i imagine all of them would follow.

unfortunately pledis is really fucking useless 😭 they almost never handle things well and within the industry most companies only care about what kfans have to say. majority of ppl getting on joshua for possibly dating someone are kfans and no matter how much we ask them to protect the boys better if it’s not kfans asking for it then they just won’t do anything :/ but joshua’s situation rn is not comparable at ALL to the shit lucas did - shua hasn’t done anything lmfao.

as for the hao/hoshi/dk thing.. ah it’s hard, but out of context or not, i don’t think that acknowledging that what they said was wrong or understanding why a lot of people were upset makes you a bad fan or them bad people etc etc. you can love people and still criticise and disagree with them. as cliche as it sounds, they’re human too and they won’t be perfect all of the time. it’s good to remember that, and that goes for any group or person you stan.

sorry for this rant.. tldr: the guys love each other, no one is leaving anyone; do not worry! focus on the present. i understand the worry, but constantly thinking about the possibilities of everything that could happen is just so draining imo. i’m gonna go now LOL. much love 🫶

i completely agree with u! pledis is fucking useless i knew this before even getting into svt bc my older carat friends would tell me 😭 and yeah i absolutely dont see any of them leaving. theyre the literal definition of found family i dont think theyd ever wanna continue if even a single member had to leave.

pledis rlly only cares for kcarats. maybe for jcarats too since they bring in the most revenue to them. and since they dont seem to care for the shua situation i doubt pledis or hybe will ever do anything :/

i also agree abt the dk minghao hoshi thing. it was very disappointing to see as it happened but sadly thats just to be expected from idols :/ but as u said its still completely understandable for people to be hurt and angry at their actions.

thank u for coming in to give ur two cents anon ily <3

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thelazyecrivain · 1 year

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Fluffbruary - 3rd day (Thread)

Third day of @fluffbruary, using the prompt "thread"

Sorry for the delay, I completely forgot to post it yesterday !

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Ever since he was a little boy, Sherlock has felt this thread pulling at his finger. Everyone has the same thing, that string that is invisible to your eyes but pulls you towards someone. Some have several, others none, but Sherlock Holmes, a self-proclaimed sociopath and detached from such feelings, has had one that has haunted him for the past ten years.

Like the little aspiring scientist he was, he has done everything to remove this curse that pulls his finger towards the person he is supposed to love . He has never been able to unravel this mystery of the invisible string. He remembers the frightened looks of his teachers when they asked if cutting his finger can cut the string with it. The only answers he got were "do you want to talk, don't you feel well ?", and he would end up in the headmaster's office with his parents.

Mycroft had his own string, whereas he taught Sherlock the art of ignoring these feelings, teaching him that it is a disadvantage. As a result, he had carried all his hopes with him. Everything had broken down when Sherlock came home from school with the mark of the string, a very white mark on his little finger, as if a thread had been wrapped around it and tied tightly. He still remembers his brother's disappointed look. He had never been so hurt, confirming to him that feelings are a disadvantage. Their relationship has only gotten worse since then.

When drugs met Sherlock's path, he plunged in deep and never wanted to come out. His brain was out of control, it was the only thing that calmed him. And maybe his soul mate wouldn't want him in that state. At this point, he decided to stay drugged until his last days.

Unfortunately, Mycroft decided to be a caring older brother and forced him into rehab. He managed to escape each time and disappear from his brother's radar. Since being promoted, he likes to show off the power he holds by monitoring every move he makes with government resources.

It is while stumbling upon a crime scene, completely wasted, that he meets Sergeant Lestrade. He deduces the whole crime in a few minutes and is expelled by the whole angry police team. Some even accuse him of committing the crime. Lestrade was the only one to approach him and ask him to explain everything. He explained it to him and despite the drug in his blood, the young sergeant believed him and followed his lead. He came back to him when he managed to solve the case thanks to Sherlock's indications. When he offered to work on new cases, on condition that he was sober, Sherlock accepted without thinking and went into a cure of his own. Some time later, Lestrade was promoted to detective.

He had completely forgotten the thread.

Until he met Stamford, and a few months later he offered to take a flatmate when he told him of his problems in finding accommodation since his brother had cut off his funds when he had taken a dive into drugs. Mycroft wanted to make sure he wasn't using again and waited a year of sobriety before releasing that much needed money.

Sherlock had complained about finding a flatmate himself, and the professor said he would. He wasn't expecting to meet anyone that afternoon. An old university friend from Stamford, a military doctor, or was, back home after an injury, psychosomatic limp, and a difficult relationship with his brother.

His finger hurt for the first time. When he looked down, he saw a string hanging from his finger, red, and running to the other side of the table. He fell into the doctor's eyes as he followed it. They looked at each other in disbelief. Neither of them believed it. The blond finally held out his hand, the one free of any strings.

"John Watson."

Sherlock took it shyly.

"Sherlock Holmes."

Stamford smiled, proud of himself. He had just found Sherlock Holmes' soul mate.

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#fluffbruary 2023 #my fics #fluffbruary #day three #thread #johnlock ficlet

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two-red-lungs · 2 years

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This might be a divisive (if that's a word) question, but I gotta know. Do you hc that the Lost Boys, like David, Marko, Paul, and Dwanye actually like womyn? Like sure they flirt with their meals to get them to let their guard down, but like outside of that.

I'm just think about how buckwild everyone went over Michael, and like their interactions with Star was more or less her being brushed off and treated like an accessory at best or a nuisance at worse. It's so stupid omfg but I feel like bad for wanting to sexualize them because of it? If that makes sense? Anyways I just wanted to see another dead head's musings over these cruelly gorgeous vampire. Like I guess this is an ask over how probably you'd see them as wanting to at the very least smash and dash, or even like fall in love with a womyn? Sorry for the word vomit and please don't answer if any of these questions squik u out!

This is actually a very nuanced and interesting set of questions! I have many opinions, as usual. Let's get into it shall we???

Lost Boys Opinions/Hot Takes

Lost Boys: Attraction to Women

Okay, to blanket-statement start off, yes. I personally believe that all the boys are, on some level, attracted to women, because honestly I have yet to encounter a vampire in any media that didn't have bisexual energy.

But I think it really varies for each of them. Like, David? Almost completely uninterested in women. Like a men-women 80-20 percentage. He prefers men. Marko would be on the other side of the spectrum: I'd put him at a men-women 30-70 percent. Kind of a sex gremblin. Paul's smack in the middle at 50-50. Dwayne is a mystery wrapped in an enigma and who knows what goes on in that gorgeous head.

They're just not very... romantic creatures. Romance is probably the furthest thing from their minds actually. I imagine the Lost Boys live in their own little reality, disconnected from the world and from humanity, and that reality is all about eating and drinking and fucking and fighting. No slowing down, no nights off. No time.

ESPECIALLY for falling in love.

The Boys & Star:

I absolutely think the way they treat Star/how her character is handled is a direct result of the director's world lense. The dude was gay. Do I blame him for making none of the boys interested in her, because of that? Absolutely the fuck NOT. However, she was completely sidelined and essentially used as straight prop/beard and she deserved better.

I think if the movie was made in 2022, we would have seen a Hannibal/Will romantic dynamic with Michael and David, with Star and Laddie playing roles as story-movers only, no romance attached. Star and Michael may have even had a better platonic friendship, allied by the fact that they both wanted to be human.

She also low-key seemed miserable and didn't like any of the boys, either, and I think she'd come alive and have way more personality around fellow women.

David & Michael:

Again, unfortunately, 80s movie. This was a very gay-coded relationship. You can tell the directors/story writers wanted them to angry kiss.

But. BUT. I don't think Michael is David's first 'fascinating boy'. I think the boys collect things: trinkets and sexual endeavors and posters and stuff. David collects (or tries to collect) people, especially people he finds sexually attractive. But by nature of his vampirism (he's fucking insane and murderous) basically nobody survives his 'tests'.

If it wasn't for the Emerson heritage of vampire hunting, I think Michael would have died, a year or two would pass, and David would find another pretty, fascinating, young boy toy.

Are the Lost Boys Sexy???

BITCH YEAH THEY ARE!!!! They are beautiful beautiful twenty-somethings with glorious hair, skintight pants, and the ability to fly. That's hot!!!! Own it!!!! It's fine!!!!

My rule of thumb is, 'would a horny man feel bad about this'? No. So I'm not going to feel bad about it either. Women are allowed to find things sexy.

For your last bit of question, I think the boys bed all sorts of folks of all genders. It usually ends in murder, however, so. There's that. But Paul has totally been to a hippie orgy, and David has absolutely been to a gay leather club. I am so so so certain.

This is sad, but I think if any of the boys fell in actual love, it would be quickly taken away from them. Because the boys survive through being insanely codependent on one another, and them drifting away to 'love' someone might be seen as a threat to be eliminated.

Like if Paul suddenly got deeply infatuated with a beautiful woman and started sending her love letters, or going on walks with her at night, if David heard about it, within the month something terrible and accidental would befall her. Because to him, Paul is his. Part of his family. And David likes to collect.

#thanks for the ask!!!#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #david tlb #marko tlb #dwayne tlb #paul tlb #minors dont look #my writing

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mlobsters · 9 months

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supernatural s7e7 the mentalists (w. ben acker, ben blacker)

*sad trombone*

it's like. an actual view of an actual screen in daylight aka it's dark as shit. that's funny. you better fix your shit with sammy, my dude.

this looks like it's gonna be not great. brightly lit and colorful, never a good sign. oh... god. sam is here? i think i might need to read the plot summary in advance on this one.

his hair is lookin kinda limp and greasy. is it sad/mad sam hair? (doubtful)

WAITER Fantastic. You are a virile manifestation of the divine.

all right.

rex manning? (no)

MELANIE Well, I honestly read people. It's just less woo woo, more body language. Like you two – long-time partners, but, um… a lot of tension. [Gestures to SAM.] You're pissed. [Gestures to DEAN.] And you're stressed. It's not brain surgery.

JIMMY A loss weighs on you. You're angry. It's complicated. Come see me, Agent.

for all the buildup that felt so contrived of this stabbing jewel staite and lying about it conflict and now they're doing the, oh those bickering brothers sort of comic relief about them fighting... is weird.

watched an interesting documentary about miss cleo while painting here recently, called "call me miss cleo" (trailer)

hey hey someone from yellowjackets! i've watched s1 twice but haven't started s2. maybe when i'm done with s2 of the bear.

yellowjackets - rukiya bernard as simone abra

MUSEUM GUIDE Never ended well for the siblings. DEAN Why is that? MUSEUM GUIDE Mm, the strain of working together, or maybe just being around each other all their lives. Those two were the exception, actually – the Campbells. Got along famously. Of course, that was just a stage name. They weren't actually brothers. That was a cover for their, um... alternative lifestyle.

twofer there. get to make a comment about sibling conflict and a gay "joke". this is my unimpressed face

MUSEUM GUIDE Oh, the Fox sisters – among the founders of Lily Dale. Kate Fox – quite troubled, apparently, but mesmerizing onstage. She's said to be able to levitate objects and foretell one's death. DEAN (to SAM) That's her. MUSEUM GUIDE Her older sister, Margaret – perhaps not a natural psychic. DEAN So, full of crap. MUSEUM GUIDE Yes, well... she didn't have her sister's charisma, but she looked after Kate. Sometimes, one's true gift is taking care of others.

Mulder : Scully, you know that face I just showed you? I'm making it again.

this show does like to beat us over the head with a point

MUSEUM GUIDE I’m sorry, I don't normally do this during business hours, but do you know an Eleanor… or an Ellen? She seems quite concerned about you. She wants to tell you – pardon me – if you don't tell someone how bad it really is, she'll kick your ass from beyond. You have to trust someone again eventually.

that's a choice. and you know i have very soft feelings about ellen. rude. get to invoke ellen (and my feelings!) without even using the actress's voice or likeness 😔 glad dean pushed to talk about their issues with sam

DEAN You almost got us both killed, so you can be pissed all you want, but quit being a bitch.

i feel like being pissed and being a bitch go hand in hand though

DEAN But, uh, hey. You never know. It's not like you can tell the future, right? MELANIE Hmm.

i admit i am not immune to the hopeful little boy face he just made (though it's unfortunate that things are still leaning orange)

no-drink not-so-scenic car date to talk about feelings

SAM What I'm saying is... I get why you did it. You were just trying to make sure no one else got hurt. But here's the thing. You can't just look me in the face and tell me you're fine. I mean, you're not sleeping, you drink for the record— DEAN Oh, here we go. SAM Look, whatever. Last one to preach, I know. But... Just be honest with me. How are those the actions of someone who knows they did the right thing? DEAN You want me to be honest? SAM Yeah. DEAN I went with my gut. And that felt right. I didn't trust her, Sam. Of course, ever since Cas, I'm having a hard time trusting anybody. And as far as how I've been acting... I don't know. Maybe it's 'cause I don't like lying to you. You know, it doesn't feel right. So, yeah, you got me there. I've been climbing the walls.

all right thank you. was it worth that fucking plotline dragging out for 5 episodes? mmm, hard no.

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 7x07 #spnhiky #hiky #yellowjackets #rukiya bernard #ben acker #ben blacker #amy pond #jewel staite

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caffeinatedmombie · 2 years

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Random selfie before work the other day.

I promise I'm not sitting weird. And that barcode isn't a wrapper or trash, it's my ACO "key" at work.

Work work work. I feel like that's all I do. Between the transportation and work. Time consumed.

But for the most part the boys are ready for school. Minus a few more outfits. Getting their birth certificates from their father. (Which will be the real task at hand) and their vax/shot records.

Speaking of their father I haven't heard from him since last Thursday I think. Unfortunately that means I'll probably hear from him soon and he will probably want the boys and it scares me.

And speaking of their father. Yesterday would have been our 7 year wedding anniversary. I didn't she'd a single tear but I'd be lying if I said my heart wasn't broken still. Because part of me still misses the good times and the memories we had.

But that's over. And there's no going back. As much as I'd love to hurt delete on the past year and just go back like nothing happened. I couldn't. There's too much hurt and pain there. How could you do that to me? After 10 fucking years just throw me away and forget I even existed. Forget all the good memories, forget all the things we gone thru together. Forget that you said till death. God it makes me want to scream. I fucking loved you and you broke me. And I meant nothing. Everything we lived the past 10 years meant nothing. Our children meant nothing. Laying there looking up at you not once but twice nearly dying after childbirth and feeling okay because you were there. Holding our very premature newborn in our arms as he passes away but because you were with me I knew it would we'd get thru this together. We'd still have each other. And we were the only ones that knew this little boy. We had that bond too. We felt him kick. And then we watched as he took his last breath.

And fuck even when we took Bean to be put down. I felt somewhat relieved that I had you because you loved that damn cat just as much as I did.

Like why man? Why? Why was I not good enough?

Anywho. Off on a angry ramble. Sorry not sorry.

#life #selfie #divorce #i will be okay #heartbreak #thanks fr the memories

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Hi!🤗 I saw your post about Eddie, and I want to say I agree but in a different way. I didn't get the hype for Eddie at first, and while I found him cool and amusing and charismatic when I first watched Vol 1, I wasn't that attached. On my 2nd viewing of Vol 1, however, I fell in love with him and got very attached. I don't label myself a 'stan', but I really like Eddie as a character, and was pretty devastated when he died in Vol 2. Personally, I'd love for him to come back and I will write a million and one fix-it fics about it, but I also understand why the Duffers killed him off, and why some people, like you, aren't that invested in him.

Basically, I care about this character, I'm attached, but I totally get your point on that original post about why you don't get the hype. Also, would like to say that Sadie Sink, Millie Bobby Brown & Caleb McLaughlin all did AMAZING this season, and Lucas is now one of my favourite characters on the show, because each season he's been more awesome and Caleb's acting just gets better and better!

I also want to say that I never got the Billy thing? I cried when he died, sure, because it was him sacrificing himself, and also Max's reaction gutted me, and I felt sorry for him with the abuse he suffered, but I still hated him - his abuse from his father does not make it okay for him to abuse Max like he did, and he was constantly a dick and also racist, so like...I never got why people liked him and held him up as a perfect white boy fave? With Eddie, I get it, even though he's not flawless and that's what I love about him, but Billy, while interesting, was a pretty terrible person.

Essentially what I wanted to say to you was, as a fan of Eddie myself, I get where you're coming from, and see your points, hell, I even agree with some of them. He's probably not gonna come back - can't deny I want him too - but he likely won't, and that's okay. I'd love to have him back, and I will continue to read fix-it fics, but I'm still invested in the show and the other characters, and while Eddie is a new favourite, I love so many of the others too.

Hope you're having an awesome day and sorry for my long and rambling ask! I think you're awesome! 💕

hi, and don't apologize! i really get where you're coming from. oddly enough, i actually quite liked eddie when he was first introduced, but with time i found myself less and less enthusiastic about him because people were hyping the character up like he was more than he was. it became that thing where the fandom's obsession with a character made me care less about him. which is unfortunate! by the time vol 2 released i was much more meh on him than when i started, and i guess that's less about eddie the character in isolation and more with regards to how fandom culture has consistently propped up a (often less interesting) yt male over poc and women. i completely get why people like eddie, but for me eddie was just another yt men in a sea of yt men who have dominated fandom conversations.

i totally agree with you on caleb and lucas, he was a standout this season for sure! and ig that's part of my problem, i wish more people would talk abt him rather than endlessly complain abt how eddie was "robbed" when objectively he was given an emotional end to his arc, and was dealt with fairly as a supporting character. i think it's ok to admit that joseph quinn did a good job with his character, but eddie was always meant to last just a season. both of those statements can be true. i also agree with you about billy. i just do not care about him and never have, and i hate the way some fans glorify his actions or excuse them.

i really appreciate you sending this to me, though. i completely understand why you like eddie as much as you do, and i'm glad that you can get where i'm coming from as well. conversations like this are absolutely important, especially when we can just talk about our opinions rather than gatekeep or get angry. i feel like there's been a lot of negativity in fandom lately, and i much prefer getting to discuss shows/films with others in a civil manner!

i hope you're having a wonderful day, too. thank you for sending this in, i really enjoyed hearing your perspective. ❤️

#hope you don't mind me posting this ask publicly! i just really loved hearing your thoughts and i think others will too #💌 answered 💌

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Hello!! I really liked your love &deep space boys when they're jealous. Can I ask for them reacting to a jealous mc?

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘! (𝐏𝐓 𝟐)

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: the boys when you get jealous

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: you and some kid have beef, a group of girls approach xavier, zayne has to say no twice to a girl, fem! reader

𝐀/𝐍: if you pulled on the new event how’d it go? ^^ i got both rafayels and zaynes,, also some scenarios are a littleeee unrealistic but bare with me

𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋

“the fish are so pretty.” you smiled, him nodding in agreement. “what can i say? usually, my people are very good-looking.”

giggling at his comment, you can’t help but feel thankful rafayel wanted to spend time with you today. what’s better than admiring beautiful species with none other than your sweet boyfriend?

but, as you’re far too focused on the fish swimming in the water, you fail to see the incoming seven year old girl heading towards your boyfriend.

rafayel gasps as his sleeve is tugged. you turn around quickly to see what could’ve happened, only to see a little girl trying to pull your boyfriend away from you.

“be my boyfriend!” she exclaims, giving you an angry glare, as if she knows what your relationship with each other is.

“e-excuse me?” you manage to stutter out, eyes widening in shock as rafayel can only chuckle in amusement at your reaction.

no way this girl is trying me, you think to yourself. she can’t be serious, right? this has to be some kind of joke. even if it wasn’t, why’re you feeling jealous?

you cross your arms with a pout, turning away from rafayel and the girl.

“aw, i’m sorry, but i already have a girlfriend.” rafayel replies, patting the girl on her head softly to which she can only whine to.

“yeah, me.” you mumble, though a little loud so she’s able to hear your words.

the girl just whines, stomping away as she runs to probably get comfort from her parents who have experienced her doing this more than once.

rafayel laughs, stepping in front of you to see your sour faced expression. “are you jealous? of a girl whose probably no more than ten?” he asks, and you proceed to huff in response.

“did you see how she was looking at me? she was trying to make me angry!” you complain, but he can only smile as he listens to your every word.

𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑

you and your boyfriend, xavier, were currently on your way to a carnival, but had to take the train in order to make it there on time.

unfortunately, the sound of an annoying group of girls giggling was the only thing you could hear since you two stepped in. it was even worse because they kept on looking his way.

xavier smiles at you. “what’s the matter? you seem a bit out of it. do you not feel like going to the carnival anymore? we can go back home.” being the caring boyfriend he is, he can always sense whenever you’re not in the mood.

you immediately snap out of your thoughts, looking at him assuringly. “ah, don’t worry about it. i’m just thinking.” he told you not to lie, but you don’t want to seem overdramatic.

suddenly, your heart starts racing as the group of girls stand up, two of them pushing one girl in front, walking up to your boyfriend.

you watch the girls giggle, whispering to each other as the other builds up the courage to talk to xavier. “hi. um, my friends and i thought you were really cute. but, i was wondering if i could get your number?” she mumbles, smiling shyly.

you can only frown out of jealousy. but, you should’ve expected this when agreeing to being in a relationship with him. he’s a very handsome guy whose bound for girls to try and hit it off with him.

“no. she’s my girlfriend.” he replies sternly, shaking his head no as he interlocks your hands together protectively.

“oh, i’m sorry.” she apologizes nervously, instantly rushing back over to her group of friends which try their best to comfort her.

he can tell this changed your mood. now, he’s aware of why you were acting so down in the first place. “don’t worry. it’s you and only you, okay?” he assures softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄

the owner of the popsicle shop had finally returned, leaving you eager to take your boyfriend to finally give him something he’s been longing for quite a while.

“which flavor do you want? i’ll order it for the two of us. you can go sit down at our table if you want to make sure nobody else takes it.” he tells you, to which you reply to him nodding saying the exact flavor you want.

sitting down, you wait for your boyfriend. you see a girl smile at him sweetly, but you don’t think too much of it. besides, it’s part of being polite, isn’t it?

after waiting a few minutes, he returns with the popsicles. “it’s quite busy.” he sighs, wishing the line could’ve gone by faster. “it’s only wasting the time we have together.”

“don’t worry about it. we still have the rest of today.” you giggle, quickly brushing your thumb over his hand.

as you two begin to snack on your popsicles, his unfortunately falls off the stick, leaving him dumbfounded. “i think that may be karma for you beating me three times at kitty cards.”

he smirks, rolling his eyes playfully. “you should get another one for free though. go tell them what happened.” he listens to your directions, preparing to stand up.

before he can, the same girl who smiled at him is quick to push him back down. “don’t worry. i saw what happened, here’s another.” she eagerly hands him the popsicle, wanting him to take it.

zayne isn’t stupid. he’s quick to notice the way you gulp, clearly not comfortable with what’s going on.

“don’t worry. i can get one myself.” he declines, waving his hand in dismissal at the popsicle. “i insist!” she smiles. “you should just take it in case the owner makes you buy another one.” you mumble, and she doesn’t bother to spare you a glance.

zayne sighs, taking the popsicle from the girl. “thank you.” she hums, shaking her head. “actually, you can thank me by giving me your number?” she smirks, batting her lashes.

“absolutely not. she’s my girlfriend.” his eyes narrow in confusion, slowly giving her back the popsicle, your hand nervously making its way to his.

“well, we can always text as friends?” she suggests, not wanting to give up.

“haven’t you heard of the saying no means no? please, take your popsicle back and leave.” he states, shaking his head in refusal.

she just scoffs, snatching the popsicle back and walking off. “that was…something.” you chuckle, hiding your jealousy.

“it certainly was something. something absolutely disgusting.” he sighs, grabbing your hand. “come up with me to get another. this time, i want everyone to make sure i’m yours.”

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