#But the start of this season was promising

[parrhesiac]

Transcript: #i feel like it's because TNG was so far into the whole 'in the future we evolved past interpersonal conflicts' thing #which is nice and lovely and i wish we were there in real life #but doesn't offer much in terms of interpersonal drama in fiction #ds9 on the other hand went 'yeah no we aren't evolved we just have nicer things and THERE ARE NO FUCKING NICE THINGS ON THIS STATION"

This is Gene's fault. TNG was there at the start, and especially for the first few seasons before retconning "we've in fact been at war recently and have trauma and violence we're just in denial about." And that's directly dragged forward from TOS, where on the regular Kirk and Bones were like "we in the Federation have solved all problems and consider the troubles of others archaic vestigial unpleasantness which we have excluded from our utopia."

Which was, at least, a frame for presenting inclusive diversity as normal in a big ol' fuck you to the normative racist mores of the times, both of the 60s and the 80s-90s, reflecting the potential of achieving ultimate civil rights victory and relegating revanchist white supremacist cishet patriarchy to the dustbin of history. Which we obviously haven't managed.

But it was also, as the utopian idea of a white man, very clearly not interested in any ongoing fight for justice, much less the fight against the exact kinds of imperial colonialism the Federation and its Super Not a Military Enforcement Arm, Starfleet, represented. And so on the regular TOS would do battle for "civilization" against an array of "savages" to prove how they had evolved past all of this and you should too.

TNG was supposed to be this only better, and off the bat we saw the crew of the Enterprise D as representing a lesser utopia, still struggling its way to achievement, with a little dirt still under its fingernails but having come so far up out of apocalyptic horror. A more honest, hard-working utopia, but absolutely living into the consumer-culture idea of fully-automated luxury space communism, where instead of destroying war the thing we destroyed was capitalism, and we did it using the replicator.

And still, on the regular TNG would do battle for this version of "civilization" against an array of "savages" to prove how they had evolved past all of this and you should too.

But these tags are right: there's no evolution at play, that's eugenicist clash-of-civilizations bullshit, they just have nice stuff and lots of it, and are willing to buy you into their empire with the promise that you, too, can have nice stuff ... in at least some reasonable quantities ... provided you prove you can be trusted not to fuck shit up.

So, while there's a lot of "DS9 is set in a mall food court" complaining that goes on, the first and most important detail established in "Emissary" is that this is not a nice suburban mall with corporate retail and little shops for bougie people, and the gentrifier bougie Starfleet needs to fucking go home and not start buying up houses in inner-city Bajor just because it's fallen into their price range.

And that means they also threw out the major anti-personnel-drama tenet of Gene's previous series, and hired on a few solid soap/drama actors and let them use their chops! Let's look behind the curtain of Gene's rules, shall we? Let's put forward a cast of Starfleet characters that aren't the shiny front-line diplomatic corps on the flagship of the fleet. Let's drop them in a colonial backwater that resents being treated as a backwater and colonized yet again. Let's mine the backstory of Trek for conflict on purpose, and let it roost inside the so-called utopia, and be forced to deal with it!

(Which are all the same kinds of ideas that led to Lower Decks, where they were done with more comedy and way more fanservice, and less drama.)

Deep Space Nine ruled constantly giving characters to interact with different pairings. Master of the A/B plot structure. Is this episode about an ethical dilemma causing big debate around a conference room table? No. We’re following Odo and Garak being catty bitches at brunch today. Also O’Brien is getting tortured again but what can you do.

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Hitting the ground running with a new mini costume meta - thanks 911 for dropping that reel with Oliver and Aisha!!!

I’ve already seen a few people comparing the shirt Oliver is wearing with the shooting pinstripe shirt. I don’t disagree with you!

I’ve also seen the shirt being compared with the buck-tommy coffee date shirt - again I don’t think the comparison is wrong!

I do however think that maybe the bigger picture of the actual meanings of the various shirts is being missed!! So I’m here to help explain everything to you - I’m gonna take you on a walk through all of Bucks white/cream pinstripe shirts to help explain everything to you!!

Let’s start with the the colours and the colour meanings in context with Buck!

So we have white and we have cream. White on Buck when its in shirt form is generally an indicator of upcoming danger (in much the same way guest cast in check pattern (as well as the mains sometimes) means they’re the one in danger!) there are countless examples of this over the 7 and 1/2 seasons so far! White as a colour generally means purity and innocence as well as balance. But, it can also mean hope and clarity and self reflection. These are the meanings I associate most with the use of white on Buck - because although the white shirts signify danger, it is danger that brings a sense of hope and clarity to Buck, and generally leads him to a period of self reflection. We perhaps see this the most clearly with the tsunami arc - the white shirt foretells the danger Buck is about to be in (with Chris) but in the aftermath of the tsunami we get Ucks voice over and then are shown a reflective and pensive Buck just before Eddie shows up with Chris (helping to settle buck and reaffirm his reflections)

Then we have the cream - cream is a colour between white and yellow - there is a lot of implication to this - we can take the meanings of white from above, and also apply some of the meanings of yellow - so optimism, communication, clarity, curiosity, and confidence. Clarity being present in both colour meanings means this is the most important aspect of cream as a colour.

There is also the aspect of the pinstripes - there can be two main meanings attached to them - the concept of being trapped or imprisoned is the first one as they can resemble the bars of a jail cell and that connects into the use of pinstripes by mobsters and gangsters in the early to mid 20th century - thus deepening the connection to imprisonment. The alternative meaning stems back to their origin. Pinstripes in clothing were first seen in the early 19th century when they were used in the banking sector, when the different banking houses in London used different coloured pinstripes to identify their employees. It is from this historic use that the pinstripes comes to mean order, clarity and sophistication. And yes - once again we have clarity popping up!!!

So if we look at the times Buck has worn white or cream pinstripe shirts

4x13 shooting scene long sleeve white pinstripe shirt - this is the first time we see the white shirt become a pinstripe shirt and that is symbolic.

5x13 - Taylor moves into the loft - short sleeved white shirt with black pinstripe

6x01 - we do have the blue and white pinstripe zip front shirt, but it is blue with white pinstripes rather than the other way around (it is relevant in this meta I promise - I will be coming back to it!)

At the end of the episode wile Buick is moving his armchair, we have a cream shirt with light blue pinstripes

6x11 - coma dream Buck is wearing a white shirt with green and grey pinstripes

7x05 - Buck and tommy coffee date - cream shirt with blue and red pinstripes

All of these shirts are worn at really key moments for Bucks journey and connected to a very specific theme - self discovery and clarity. Not necessarily complete clarity, but the idea that things are becoming clearer for him - he is gaining more and more clarity with each white or cream pinstriped shirt - clarity of different aspects of who he is as a person. It is about the context of the scene and the episode more widely (and sometimes a couple of episodes like in the shooting arc).

The shooting shirt is about the clarity of stepping into a parental role with Chris - it is very much connected into the will reveal and the self reflection Buck does throughout this and the hope that the will reveal brings him - all things he discovers throughout the two episodes of hte shooting arc. Taylor moving into the loft and his conversation with Maddie is not about Taylor moving into the loft, it is more about the conversation with Maddie and Buck reflecting on the mistakes he has made in asking Taylor to move into the loft - the clarity around being a clinger!

The cream shirt from 6x01 is all about Buck reflecting and gaining clarity throughout hte episode about needing to be happy in his own skin - be happy with who he is - getting to know himself better, and that fits in perfectly with the cream shirt from the coffee date in 7x05 - Tommy is basically an irrelevance in this scene - he is being the plot device he was always intended to be. The episode is title ‘you don’t know me’ and the entire scene is about Buck recognising that he doesn’t know Tommy - but more importantly that he doesn’t know himself - this new part of himself that he has discovered - that he is bisexual. The scene is about buck gaining the clarity that he needs to learn more about this aspect of who he is - Tommy just represents a safe space for him to do that. The pinstripes shirt from the coma dream plays basically the same role - within a coma verse - the scene we see Buck in the pinstripes shirt is about him getting some clarity on the reality of this world he has found himself in - beginning to put the pieces together that all is not quite right in the world and that he needs to look for the answers.

The other aspect of the white and cream shirts is when we see the use of white or cream. White shirts being connected to Buck in danger in some way is the overarching theme of the white - but generally speaking the white appears as a visual representation of Bucks danger coming from external forces. The shooting,the tsunami, the coma dream shirt, and pretty much all the other times we see him in white, are all about external forces - they did not come directly from Buck himself. Whereas the cream shirts are very much connected to the inner workings of Buck - the armchair moving scene, the coffee date - both representative of Buck’s internal turmoil and inner forces being at work.

So as you can see all of these scenes are about clarity and self reflection - they are about Bucks journey to know himself and learn to love himself. This means that the new shirt we have will most definitely play into this theme. We don’t have any context for what episode or location its going to appear in because we only have a very out of context bts video to go off, but the fact it is oversized to an even greater degree than anything we’ve seen Buck in thus far, and the fact that it is cut pretty short at the waist is actually pretty revealing. I’ve spoken about the fact that Bucks clothes got increasingly smaller and ill fitting throughout season 5 and 6 and that it was symbolic of Buck not fitting in his skin any longer. This was then proven correct when we had Buck dressed in (standard) jeans for the first time and in properly fitting clothing for the first time in 7x04 when Tommy kissed him and basically revealed a part of Buck that he hadn’t been aware of - the fact the clothes now fit him pretty much perfectly in that scene revealed that he had found his fit - he was no longer under the impression he was straight - a label that didn’t fit him - and he now knew he was bi - a label that does fit him.

Since that bi awakening scene, we have been shown Bucks clothing moving in the other direction - becoming increasingly ill fitting by becoming increasingly bigger. I’ve spoken about how this was representative of the fact that whilst he now knew he was bi, he was still misunderstanding the assignment, that he wasn’t recognising that it was Eddie that he was in love with. Because the thing is - throughout season 7 and 8a, after his bi awakening, we’ve seen a variety of fits in Bucks clothing moving- from the ill fitting to the better fitting and the interesting thing is the context of when we’ve seen the ill fitting, too big clothing compared with the scenes when we’ve seen the better but still slightly too big clothing. As a general rule - scenes with buck in street clothes where the focus is on his and Eddie’s relationship - we have seen the clothes fitting him much better. Whereas the scenes where his relationship with Tommy was the focus, the clothes have been too big and baggy and ill fitting.

It a subtle way of conveying to the audience the reality of things - the costumes play their part in cluing the audience into the fact that Tommy is not a good fit for Buck, but that Eddie is. Becasue this is actually something that can be traced back to Bucks too small clothing era as well - often times his clothes fit better when he was in scenes with Eddie (and Chris) and less well fitting in scenes with Taylor, or later with Natalia, or indeed scenes with characters such as Connor and Kameron. There was the general overarching fit of being too small, but that was less pronounced in scenes with Eddie.

So the fact this new shirt is soooo very oversized - to an extent we’ve yet to see and to the point of swamping him (impressive considering the man is a unit!) - the grey goodbye to Eddie shirt might also joint the ranks of this, but I’m holding fire on that one for the moment as I want to see better quality stills or video! This shirt in particular is very telling becasue we have the dual aspects of the shirt being both too small and too big - too small because the cut is short, and too big because it is so oversized - its really playing into his spiralling out after Eddies departure in a big way. My personal feeling is that in line with white shirt theory, we are going to be watching Buck go through the ringer - but likely in an internalised way, because this new shirt is definitely in the cream side of the spectrum - much lighter than the other two cream shirts, so I’m expecting to see some external happenings as well, but I think it is much more inner turmoil we’ll be seeing. I also think the idea of being imprisoned is also relevant - the idea that Buck is trapped in his own head as he starts to realise the nature of his feelings and the fact he has lost Eddie (or thinks he has) just as he’s realising he loves him. Of course this is speculation on my part, but speculation grounded in my studies and understanding of the costuming on 911 - especially when it comes to Buck and Eddie!

These shirts also sit in tandem with his white high tops - the ones that represent his wider journey to find himself and his family - to find his happiness. We’ve seen a bit of a step back on the shite high top front in seasons 7 and 8a so far, but we have had other white trainers used and I think we’re just transitioning shoe to fit in better with the new clothing styles and that it is white shoes more generally rather than those specific high tops that represent that ongoing journey.

The other thing that sits in parallel with the white and cream pinstripe shirts is the shirts with pinstripes in the opposite colour way - dark shirt with light pinstripes.

4x14 we have the black shirt with white pinstripes he’s wearing when Taylor turns up at the loft

5x09 - the navy shirt with white pinstripes in the awkward ILY scene

6x04 - the navy shirt with light blue pinstripes - in the scene where Buck agrees to be a sperm donor

6x17 - conversation with Maddie - the ring cutter scene!

7x05 - first date at the Italian - navy jersey shirt with cream pinstripes

7x10 - hospital and awkward dinner date at the loft - the brown shirt with mint green/blue pinstripes

All of these shirts represent moments of Buck doing the opposite of the white and cream shirts - these are all scenes where Buck is effectively harming his journey forward - they are scenes where his clarity becomes clouded, where he is unable to be self reflective - when he has false hope, or when his mind is obfuscated - so the happenings in those scenes leads him away from his path. The way the dark pinstripe shirts nearly always follow a light coloured pinstripe shirt is very telling - the idea of the dark shirt clouding his previous clarity that the white or cream shirt had brought him - almost as if he was making progress and processing things - moving forward - only the darkness rolls in and we see Buck basically locking away his progress - locking away any clarity he was gaining.

The dark shirts are all about leading him away from his true path. The white shooting shirt in 4x13 is followed by the black shirt in 4x14 when Taylor chases Buck - obfuscating him from his path towards Eddie. The 5x13 white shirt - when he chats with Maddie and starts to understand what he’s done by asking Taylor to move in, is preceded (in this single case) by the awkward ILY scene in 5x09 - he’s already got clouded judgement (because of Eddie) and even though he’s gained clarity he can’t walk it back - but we do see him confessing later in 5x13, perhaps suggesting that his clarity is that he needs to be honest with himself and with those around him.

Then we have the 6x01 cream shirt followed by the navy pinstripe shirt in 6x04 when Buck agrees to become a sperm donor - once more Buck veering off course. And remember the blue zip up shirt with the cream pinstripes from 6x01 - yeah coming back to those now, because those three shirts all play in tandem with one another. The blue shirt is in Bucks blue - the blue he wears when he is his truest self - the blue we see connected to Eddie most frequently. The scene has Eddie in yellow for the first time and Bucks pinstripes more or less match Eddies shirt - followed at the end of the episode by the cream one with the blue stripes - and very much part of a scene about Buck deciding to figure himself out before he looks for love. The more I watch that scene and look at the context with the other pinstripes shirts the more convinced I become that the lasagne scene was the set up for Buddie canon had we ended the show at the end of season 6. The whole thing was setting up buck to figure himself out - figure out he’s bi and in love with Eddie. I obviously cannot prove it, but the pieces are all there to play into that being Bucks intended arc - the sperm donor arc was likely meant to actually be a wider arc about Bucks desire for family and about learning he already made one - about learning and understanding families come in all shapes and sizes and that you can build one if you want to - that he already has.

Then we have the coma shirt followed by the ring cutter shirt. The pairing is maybe a little less obvious here, but there is something about the idea that Buck is gaining awareness of being trapped in his mind whilst oblivious to the reality of his sexuality. The coma dream shirt is about him beginning to figure out that the reality he is in is not his actual reality - its about making him begin to question what he actually knows and understands about himself and that spins out into the wider plot for the coma dream -about getting back to his family. It makes the lack of Eddie in his dream even more pronounced - that he’s figuring out that he has a family who loves him and is there for him, but that he still isn’t in a place to look at the romantic aspect of love. The ring cutter scene is really about Buck once again mistaking sexual attraction with romantic attraction - it is tied into Natalia and into Bucks death - there is a connection to this idea of looking in the wrong places (hence why he can’t find the ring cutter in the kitchen utensils pot - which is where it would be if sex and romance were actually aligned - because love is found in the kitchen!) Natalia is sexual attraction - not romantic.

The trio of the BT first date, coffee date and then the third date (that we are shown on screen) the pattern is a bit more like the Taylor ILY/ Maddie conversation shirts i that we have clouded/obfuscated Buck to start with - the kiss has confused him, and the date has also confused him - it is about him not actually looking at himself and recognising who he is - it is also a bit about the fact that he’s misunderstood his jealousy - that if Tommy hadn’t kissed him, he may well have eventually figured things out and realised that it was actually Eddies attention he was after and the full reality of that - which is what the Maddie conversation is all about. The cream shirt in this trio is then about Buck recognising the need to work on himself - the need to explore who he is more fully and also recognising that Tommy is essentially a safe space to do that - he literally says that he doesn’t know what it is yet but he wants to find out - it isn’t about Tommy, its much more about his self - that he doesn’t;t know how this new label he has fits him yet, fits into what he wants from life, but he wants to embrace it and find out. The subsequent move into brown on the third shown date, is all about that obfuscation coming back in - that Buck is very much in family mode - worried about Bobby - but Tommy distracts him with sexual innuendo and the implication is there in the subtext that this is a relationship based on sex rather than on love and knowledge. Which is what we then see play out through 8a.

All this to say that the new oversized whilst also too short shirt is in my opinion really going to help play into Bucks spiral out in the absence of Eddie and that it will be worn in a scene that is about Buck finding some clarity around Eddie and his potential return to fuck boy Buck and why he has gone down that route - be that his full OHHH moment or something else I can’t really guess at, but the fact it might be a scene with Hen is interesting to me as we’ve seen Buck go to Hen when faced with some difficult decisions - and I will confess the idea that he’s going to talk to her about missing Eddie and feeling lost and not knowing what he’s feeling - not understanding and that she might help him into his ohhhhh moment is a rather delicious one to me. I’m expecting this to be a scene in 811 or 812, I think it’s coming after Eddie has left for Texas at he end of 810 (because I believe the goodbye scene will be in the last 10-15 minutes of 810), and that it will be towards the end of his spiral when his abandonment issues are causing the most havoc with him - because we’ve gone to extreme on the oversizing - so it has to be at the point just before Buck is able to start finding himself, to stop over correcting and beginning to fit in his own skin - when we will see the costumes begin to fit him better again - up to the point where we hit perfect fit - which will be at the point Buck is either ready to fight for Eddie, or at the moment Buddie goes canon. I will write another post about the Eddie goodbye costumes - I have many thoughts - and about the fit and styling of Bucks uniform in the maroon teeter totter car, but it is late and I need to go to bed so you’ll have to wait until tomorrow or Friday for that one!

I never meant for this to end up this long - it was supposed to be a mini meta on the new shirt - and well this is me so I spiralled and here we are!!! Aren’t you glad to have me back 😂😂😂

Tagging a few people who might be interested, but as I haven’t figured out peoples new url’s I don’t actually know who wants tagging!! @lover-of-mine @fruityfirehose @spotsandsocks @leothil @lemotmo @satvojihusana @buddiediaz118 @bewitchedbewilderedbisexual @sunflowerdigs

[neeeooon]

hii! could i ask for blue lock and hq guys with a reader who also plays the sport? like for example nagi with a reader who also plays soccer? i’d prefer the pre-timeskip if that’s okay.

you can chose anyone so long as it has nagi and osamu miya, tysm and sorry if i sound a little demanding at the end djsjdh😭😭

no tysm for saying who you want!! it’s much easier for me that way (and it’s been a while since i watch the hq season w the twins so i’m sorry if they’re way ooc) 🤍 thank you for the request!

when you play a sport ;

bf bllk + bf hq (pre-timeskip) x gn!reader

nagi seishiro

-> “you’re the guy who practices soccer after school, right?” you catch him in class one day. nagi slowly looks up at you. “sure.” “i have a few pointers i think will help, a lot!” “i only play with reo.”

-> so you find reo and ask him, instead. that’s how you became their unofficial coach, and the three of you spent most evenings playing together

-> “here, try moving your hips like this,” you offer, guiding nagi’s body toward the ball. “it’ll widen your shoot range!” “oh. thanks.” “no problem! hey, is reo not coming?”

-> nagi turns away from you, hoping you don’t see how red his ears are when he remembers the pointers reo gave him when it came to talking to you. “no.”

-> from then on, reo seems to be “miraculously busy!” every time you invite him to practice, but he always pushes you and nagi together

itoshi rin

-> “get out of your head,” you encouraged gently as you approached rin after your private practice one evening. he asked you, surprisingly, to help him master a few shots after playing against someone named isagi

-> rin huffed a frustrated sigh but didn’t argue with you. he knew you were right, that he needed to focus on this, not the future. his plays. his brother

-> you gave him a nudge. “come on. let’s call it early. i’ll clean up and meet you outside!”

-> you understood rin’s desire to get stronger, but his drive was much different than yours. you played because you enjoyed it; he played to win

-> when you finally finished cleaning (rin silently joined you), you ran a hand through his hair and let it settle on the back of his neck. “when we play together, let’s play together, okay? just you and me, nothing else.” … okay :)”

bachira meguru

-> you learned how to play soccer for him, since you often noticed bachira playing alone. your friends thought it was silly, but you quickly fell in love with the sport

-> you started dating not long after that, and have been playing together ever since

-> “y/n! i’m gonna pass to you ☺️” “okay!” you pass it back and watch him light up as he dribbles it to the goal and shoots

-> though you have your own teams, you prefer practicing together. “y/n?” “yes?” “… promise we’ll always play soccer together? even when we get old?”

-> he showed you his invitation to blue lock after that. “of course we’ll always play together, bachira! it’ll be easy when we’re both playing professional soccer~” “maybe we’ll even play against each other one day!”

miya osamu

-> the miya twins were a legend at your school. at every school. they were called, “the most powerful duo” in volleyball, and you wanted to play them

-> you were tidying up the court after practice one day when you heard the door open and jumped when you spotted the grey-haired twin

-> “you play?” he asked, lips set in a flat line as he watched you fumble with your laces. “um, yeah?” “cool.” “… do you wanna play?” “not really. i’ll help you practice, though.”

-> two months later, you’re holding snacks for him as you cheer from the sidelines. your team lost their match, so you decided to cheer him on instead

-> “samu! stop letting sumu distract you!” “wh-y/n?!” “doing great, sumu!”

miya atsumu

-> “woah! can you set to me, too?”

-> atsumu was pulled from his concentration with a start, whipping around to find you ogling at him with a ball in your hands. “yeah, i’ve got time!” that was how you met your boyfriend :)

-> you were a bench warmer, so it wasn’t often that you got to play in actual games. atsumu was the only reason you didn’t quit since he spent his free time setting to you so you could practice your spikes

-> “you’re not bad! not as good as me, but—owie!” “i had something in my eye!” “sure, y/n. sure :)”

-> he helps you practice almost every day after that, his brother tagging along at times, but never contributing much other than a little comment here or there. your team made it to nationals, and he was cheering in the stands the entire time

suna rintaro

-> you weren’t a blocker, but you did play volleyball, so you understood some of the frustrations that came with the game, especially the aches and pains

-> suna sucked in a tiny breath as you finished taping his fingers. there was a little miscalculation in one of his plays, which lead to his fingers getting jammed

-> “does that feel okay? is it too tight?” he hums in response, letting you pat his hand a few times before sighing. “all good.”

-> you skipped your practice that evening to hang out with him, and you end up laying side by side on your bed watching videos of the twins fighting during practice

-> “why do you have so many? is this what you do instead of practice?” “yes.” “no wonder you messed your hand up.” “😐” “sorry, love you~”

[charmedslayer]

6x09 - Smashed (Transcript)

As Spike turns her around she punches him with her other hand. He pulls back and backhands her. Buffy falls to the ground.

Spike looks surprised, puts his hand tentatively to his head with the beginning of a smile. Looks at Buffy, who is still getting to her feet and has her back to him.

SPIKE: Ahh, ahh, ohh! (grabs his head)

Buffy gets up, backhands Spike and he goes down. He gets up to a kneeling position with his back to Buffy and stays there, looking at the ground. She speaks to his back.

BUFFY: You're a thing. An evil, disgusting, thing.

She walks past him and away.

Spike lifts his head to watch her go. Slowly an evil grin spreads across his face.

[...]

Open on the street, downtown, night. People walking around, talking, etc. Spike walks out from an alley, looks around, grins.

Pan across the street. Lots of people going about their business.

SPIKE: (to himself) Look at all the goodies.

He continues looking around, pauses as he spots something.

Closer shot of a young blonde woman standing on the corner, looking at her watch, looking around, hugging herself as if she's cold. She turns and starts to walk away.

Spike moves to follow her.

Cut to an alley. The young woman walks along, still hugging herself, looking nervous. Suddenly Spike steps out in front of her. She screams.

SPIKE: That's right, you should scream.

She tries to get away but he moves to intercept her. She looks scared.

SPIKE: Creature of the night here, yeah? (indicating himself) Some people forget that.

He advances on the woman. She backs away, shaking her head fearfully, backs up against a wall.

WOMAN: Please.

SPIKE: She thinks I'm housebroken. She forgot who she's dealing with.

WOMAN: Anything you want, please-

SPIKE: Just 'cause she's confused about where she fits in, I'm supposed to be too? 'Cause I'm not. (pacing back and forth) I know what I am. I'm dangerous. I'm evil.

WOMAN: (scared) I-I'm sure you're not evil.

SPIKE: Yes, I am. I am a killer. (moves closer to her) That's what I do. I kill. And, yeah, maybe it's been a long time, but … it's not like you forget how.

He gets up very close to the woman, who is panting fearfully.

SPIKE: You just … do it. (nervously) And now I can, again, all right? So here goes.

He morphs into vamp face. The woman screams.

SPIKE: This might hurt a little.

He bends over to bite her, then flings himself back, yelling in pain, crashes into a Dumpster. The woman runs off.

Spike crouches there clutching the Dumpster, panting.

SPIKE: What the hell is going on?

I don't have the biggest BTVS reach but I have been thinking about this

[giodoodless]

captain america brave new world coming out soon so i thought: sambucky hcs 🥰

Bucky keeps a whole bunch of photos of Sam in a locked fold in his gallery and not a single soul can see what's in there. It's his naughty little secret and he gets all smiley by just thinking about it.

Cold season is Sam's perfect excuse to just shove his face against Bucky's chest whenever his wants. His supersoldier boyfriend is a walking furnace and he'll miss no chance to rub his nose between his pecks and let those arms hold him. Bucky snorts, cheeks burning red. He kisses Sam's forehead and hugs him tight, enjoying the company of his loving boyfriend.

By the way they will cuddle EVERY CHANCE THEY GET 'cause they love it, they love spending as much time together as they can. At least one call at a day when they're away, Bucky with those idiots from Thunderbolts and Sam in missions being cap. Unending promises and sweet words shared, Bucky saying the minute they get home he'll make them dinner and cuddle the whole night and that makes Sam warm all over.

If there's even a chance Bucky will get to see Sam being Captain America and watch him order people around with that grave, majestic voice of his in his white cap suit.... count him in. Bucky's not interested in anything to do with the mission ahead, his old ass is only interested in watching his gorgeous boyfriend be the natural leader that he is, boss him around and fly with his wings. Sam's giving him orders and Bucky only hears blah blah blah, proper name, place name, backstory stuff.

Bucky's tights are thick and strong. Sam has seen the old man use his metal arm to shield people from huge flying objects and those strong legs keep him in place. Sam likes that very much ;)). Tight pants are a must and when Bucky wants to know why, Sam just shrugs his shoulders and makes him wear what he wants. “Just do what your captain says Barnes!” Sam demands and Bucky arches up an eyebrow, huffing out a laugh, putting on tight jeans and walking back and forth on purpose, just to tease. Sam is looking at the old man's tiny little ass with no respect, he is looking like a slut 👀😍.

Back rubs are the thing for Sam. Bucky's warm hand starts making circles around his shoulder blades and middle back and Sam's already snoring peacefully against him, the weight of the world falling off his shoulders instantly. Man doesn't hear SHIT, it's like he's fucking dead because he's just so serene and breathing so slow, totally comfortable in Bucky's embrace. When that happens, Bucky checks on him every second. Sam's so still and silent it actually scares him. the fear of loosing Sam sometimes goes over his head and makes him paranoid. Bucky enjoys the feeling of Sam against him so slack and easy, limbs heavy. He gives his body a light squeeze and Sam snugs in more :').

Anything to do with hair make Bucky weak. Sam's just taking a look at his hair, fingers running through his roots and going down his neck nape, and Bucky's already loosing his shit. Can't have a single coherent thought, he just sighs and let his body relax, whining like a clingy cat when Sam stops, grabbing Sam's hands with a desperation that leaves him shocked. Bucky tries to act cool and fails miserably, asking Sam and only Sam to tie his hair, to brush it. It'd be a big fat lie if Sam said he didn't enjoy the fact that only he gets to caress it. They're laid down together and Sam runs his fingers through it slowly, instantly smiling at the sweet sound Bucky makes. Sam groans with pure adoration.

Bucky takes a whole bunch of videos of Sam and makes funny editing with it. Just stupid shit and he laughs the loudest while watching what he's done. He gets Aj and Cass to watch them too and they have the greatest time of their lives. They laugh at his face and Sam prays to god the embarrassment will end soon, but it never does. Lmao even Sarah and Joaquin join in Bucky's bullshit it's hilarious.

Long videos of Bucky doing anything, but especially some heavy work at the docks while helping people. When the house is all empty, redwing plays some of those videos on the TV for Sam to watch. His eyes don't even blink, not once. The camera zoom in his face, gorgeous smile and piercing blue eyes, that beard turning slowly white and his dark hair. Those shoulders and that shinning metal arm. Sam smirks, thinking to himself: that's all mine.

As much as Bucky's really into Sam's ass, he's got a much bigger thing for his waist and chest. Always cracking up dumb jokes like “man where's your bra? cause i can see your titties from here” and watching Sam die of embarrassment with a big, soft smile. A sneaky hand always finds its way to his smooth, toned waist and sides, squeezing the skin lightly and getting a sharp breath out of Sam. Sleeping with a hand on Sam's pecks is a must and Sam just lets him do it. He thinks it's cute.

[babybearnation]

ollie with yapper!reader ?

this is actually my first request literally ever on this app so kinda nervous lol -

i feel honoured!!!!! also this is an a+ concept. alsoalso this is set during the 2024 f2 season!

ollie bearman x gn!yapper!reader (ft. bff!kimi antonelli)

cw: minor angst

you were a friend of kimi's and ollie knew from many of kimi's light hearted vents that you had a tendency to, well... Yap.

so when you appear at the paddock one day, you were a bit hurt to see so many drivers seemingly going out of their ways to avoid you

you met up with kimi and were, rather uncharacteristically, silent

kimi was shocked to say the least so he tried asking you a bunch of questions to see what was going on but you just carried on like nothing had happened

ollie had heard a few of the drivers mentioning you and their plans to stay out of your way and he felt awful

how could anyone be so mean to someone they'd never met?

sure, kimi oft complained about your tendency to talk and talk and talk but he never once avoided talking to you

ollie was determined to hunt you down and become your bestest friend but the sight that greeted him when he found you was rather dismal

kimi had (momentarily) abandoned you alone in the middle of the paddock, and you looked miserable

ollie had instantly said hi, taking up the spare seat and correctly guessing who you were before asking what was wrong

the bitter answer about being ignored/avoided hurt him and he promised that he wouldn't do that to you

you slowly started speaking more and more and by the time kimi returned from his impromptu visit to prema, you were seemingly back to normal, chatting away with ollie as if no previous bad mood had befallen you

you were energetic for the remainder of the day, to say the least

when, upon being invited by kimi & ollie, you joined the post-race f2 celebrations, a lot of drivers were stunned to discover that yes, you did talk a lot but... well... you only really stuck to ollie's side

a few drivers, after gaining liquid courage, asked you a few things, but you stayed pretty short with your answers, immediately turning back to ollie once you were done speaking to whoever had interrupted you

after a few weeks of non-stop texting, ollie asked you to be his and you said yes in a very long, overdramatic speech

many drivers cringed when ollie told them about it but ollie found it charming

in fact, many of the drivers soon learned that your yapper status could come in handy, especially if they wanted to pick up any gossip - you'd heard it almost as soon as it was said and you fed each and every piece to ollie so he could gossip with other drivers

whether its at the start of your relationship or three years down the line, ollie still stares at you awestruck every single time you start to yap

© all rights to babybearnation 2025.

[heartsforjh]

Six Lines

𝒥𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝐻𝓊𝑔𝒽𝑒𝓈 𝓍 𝐹𝑒𝓂!𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

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“Baby? Baby, did you take your vitamins yet?” your husband, Jack, asks for what feels like the hundredth time this morning, stepping into the view of the TV.

You sigh, sitting on the couch, just trying to watch the new season of your show. You haven’t been able to watch it since it came out a month ago, and it’s been driving you crazy trying to avoid spoilers.

Admittedly, you answer him with a bit of venom. “Not yet, honey.”

He’s been like this ever since the two of you found out about the baby at only one week. It was sweet at first—a concerned husband and dad-to-be—but it quickly got old. Now you’re six weeks in, and you’ve started to feel like Jack may very well be practicing his parenting on you.

“Hey, lose the attitude. I’m trying to take care of you here,” he says, his tone soft.

You try to look around him to see the TV, but it’s no use. “J, move. I’m trying to see this.”

“Baby, I get that your hormones are all over the place, but you don’t have to be so mean,” he says sternly, as if he thinks he has the right to lecture you.

You roll your eyes. “Or maybe you’re just majorly pissing me off.”

“Okay… for my sake, I’m gonna say it’s the hormones,” he says with a nod, heading back into the kitchen.

Just when you think you’ve lost him, he comes back in and sits next to you on the couch. “So, vitamins?”

You glance over at him to see he’s holding the bottle of prenatals. You let out a scoff, but decide it couldn’t hurt to take them right now, especially since he brought them to you, saving you a trip to the kitchen.

“J, if I take these… will you please leave me alone?” you ask, fully serious.

He raises an eyebrow at you, not sure whether to be offended or amused. “I can’t love on my wife?”

“No,” you shoot back, grabbing the bottle and getting your vitamins out for the morning. “Now, answer.”

“I mean, I guess I will if it’ll get you to take them,” he says with a shrug.

You immediately pop the vitamins into your mouth. “Great! Thank you!”

Jack nods and gives you a kiss on the cheek. He gets up and walks away from the couch. He wants to give you the space you need, but truthfully, he’s a little hurt that you want him away from you.

Later in the day, you need to make a quick run upstairs. As you approach the stairs, you hear a certain someone’s footsteps and they sound like they’re coming toward you. When Jack grabs your hand and puts his other hand on your waist, it only confirms your suspicions.

“Do you need help, baby?” he asks, and you can’t help but think about how ridiculous that is. He’s already trying to help, and then he wants to ask if you need it after the fact.

You sigh, again, trying to keep your composure and not be too mean, knowing he has good intentions. “I’m a big girl. I’ve got it handled.”

“But I don’t want you to fall. It’s easy to do when you’re pregnant,” he insists, looking at you with those puppy dog eyes of his.

You sigh, for what may actually be the hundredth time, feeling even more guilty at how irritated you are because of him. “And I appreciate that, I really do. But in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not even showing yet. We’re like a month into this pregnancy, Jacky. I promise you, there is absolutely nothing throwing me off balance.”

“I’ve seen you fall over nothing, baby. I’m not letting my clumsy, pregnant wife walk up the stairs alone,” he says, kissing your cheek. “Now, come on, pretty girl. Let’s go up.”

You exhale, accepting that this is your life now. You thought Jack coddled you before, but this is a whole new level of insane.

“Thank you. It was really good,” You say, finishing up dinner, the one Jack made—of course.

He smiles, pleased with himself. “Thank you. I’m really glad you liked it.”

“Mhm,” you hum with a light nod.

You start to feel a little nauseous, so before doing anything else, you get up from the table, head to the fridge, grab a water, and gulp it down. By the time you feel you’ve had enough, you look over and see that Jack’s now up from his seat, bringing your plate to the sink.

“I was gonna do that. I can do that,” you say, with a tinge of annoyance.

He looks up from what he’s doing. “Yeah… yeah, I know.”

“So… stop, please. I was gonna do that! I just got up for two seconds! Why would you do that?” you say, frustrated. The more you speak, the more you’re working yourself up.

You’ve started to feel horrible when he does things like this. You’re going to be a mom soon. You’re definitely not a helpless baby, so why is he treating you like one?

Jack frowns, confused at why you’re freaking out at him over some plates. “I—I just wanted to help.”

“You’re not helping! I can clean up after myself! So, how is that helpful? You’re not doing anything special cause it was gonna get done either way!” you press, growing increasingly upset.

Jack winces at the sight of you being so bothered, but he’s still confused as to what he’s doing wrong. “Hey, hey, hey. Why are you being like this?”

“You’re just being so annoying! I can’t stand it.” You say, frustration bubbling over.

You storm out of the kitchen, not wanting to be in there any longer. Mostly because you’re upset at Jack, but partly because the sad look on his face is starting to get to you.

Not long after, it’s time for bed. When Jack comes into the room, the tension is thick. You sit on the bed in your nightset, watching as he moves around the room to get ready for sleep. He looks so innocent, simply going about his bedtime routine. You feel an intense feeling of guilt for how you’ve treated him all day. However, you don’t want to bring it up if he’s not already thinking about it.

He gets dressed and lies down in the bed without saying a word, and he seems mad. That is, until he sticks his arms out for you. “Come here, baby.”

You immediately melt, moving right into his arms and cuddling up with him. He kisses the top of your head and starts stroking your hair. “What’s the matter, sweetheart? What’s up?”

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to be mean. Well, I kind of was, but… I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings,” you explain as best you can.

Jack nods, giving you another kiss on the head to reassure you that he’s not angry. “Okay, talk to me. What did I do to upset you?”

“I just… you’re not treating me very normal. I don’t like it. I know I’m pregnant now, but I can still do things on my own. It won’t be like that for long. Soon I’ll be forcing you to put my shoes on for me. I just want to enjoy my independence while I still can,” you finally open up, and get your feelings off your chest.

But it doesn’t relieve how you feel. If anything, telling him makes you more anxious. What if you make him feel worse? Him being a little overbearing doesn’t mean he deserves that.

Jack just nods, staying silent for a moment that feels like an eternity to you. “Yeah… I—I get that. You’re right. I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting. There’s no excuse for suffocating you like that, but I want you to know it wasn’t on purpose. You have to remember, this is my first time doing all of this too. I’m still trying to understand it, and all I know is that my girl is carrying my baby, and there’s so little I can do to stop the things you’ll have to go through. I feel kind of useless, honestly. And I’ve been trying to find ways to fix that. I’m sorry, baby.”

“That makes sense. I should’ve told you I was getting irritated way sooner. I say I want to be treated like an adult, but then I was just plain mean to you. That wasn’t exactly mature of me,” you admit, defeated.

Jack smiles softly, easing the tension in the room. “I forgive you. We’re both just trying to figure this thing out on our own. We should start doing it together, you know? Let’s communicate better. If I’m bothering you, I want you to tell me, okay?”

“Okay. And if you think I’m… I guess being overly mean to you, please tell me. I don’t like knowing I may be hurting your feelings. Oh! And I’ll make sure to ask if I actually need help with something,” you say, glancing up at him.

He smiles down at you and kisses you on the nose. “Deal. You’re lucky you’re cute. I can’t be mad at you.”

“So… can you please rub my back? It hurts,” you ask him, and the room goes silent for a moment.

“All of a sudden you want my help?” he asks, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.

hey guys! i’m not sure how good this part is… i wrote it at like 3AM so idk if i trust my own sleep deprived judgement right now. nevertheless, i hope you all enjoyed! <3

tags: @lukey-pookie-hughes43 @rainyvalentines @alwaysclassyeagle

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Back to You (2) - CC Series

Pairing: Caitlin Clark x Reader

Summary: Who knew Indianapolis would feel so small...

Warnings: little pains

Word Count: 2.1k

Part 1

Back to You Masterlist & Sweetbans Masterlist

2.5 YEARS LATER

Moving to Indiana was not your first choice. It also wasn't your second or third for that matter but here you are.

You stand in your new apartment, looking around at all the empty space you are going to have to fill. You hate filling space.

"Yo, where are you going to want this?" Kate comes walking in holding a lamp.

"Well considering there is no furniture here yet, I'd say the middle of the living room floor should do," you say sarcastically.

"Ha ha ha, very funny," she says as she places it on the kitchen counter. Claire comes through the door with a small box and places it next to the lamp.

"Okay, once the movers get here with the hauler I will have them working from the bedroom out. We will need to go to Target and a few other stores to get all the smaller stuff," Claire says. You are beyond glad that she is here to help, also that she has an eye for filling space.

"I think that is my queue to go grab food," Kate says as she picks up her keys and shuffles her way to the door.

You shoot Kate a glare but know that you can't go without food for much longer.

Over the next few hours your apartment slowly starts to look inhabitable. The following few hours are spent shopping for things that you know are just going to collect dust but don't say a word about because Claire seems to be really enjoying herself.

After you drove away from Caitlin, you did everything you could to make it seem like nothing had changed. To everyone around you, nothing had changed - they had no idea your world had just been torn apart and run over. The only thing that has changed is you stopped going to basketball games. You came up with every excuse in the books to get yourself out of sitting in a stadium where everyone was cheering on your girl - who used to be your girl.

It took Kate halfway through the season to figure out what had happened and when she did - she ran straight to you. It all started to make sense in her mind, why you weren't at games and never really around anymore. She never suspected anything because Caitlin seemed so normal.

When Kate confronted you about Caitlin - you broke down in front of someone for the first time over the girl you loved. She sat there and listened to every word you said and she was infuriated but she never left your side. She had every intention of confronting Caitlin but you begged her not to. It was already hard enough to pretend like you haven't been struggling to survive.

Ever since then, you made Kate swear that she wouldn't let what Caitlin did to you get in the way of her relationship with her teammate. And Kate kept her promise - even if it took her a while to look at Caitlin the same again. Kate did an above and beyond job at maintaining both of your friendships and it is because of that ability that you consider her your only real friend.

After getting back from all the shopping and taking orders from Claire on where to put everything you got all around your apartment, the three of you collapsed on your couch.

"I don't know how I could ever thank you both for helping me with all of this," you say.

"It was my genuine pleasure," Claire says with the biggest smile. You smile back and hear Kate groan.

"I am never doing that again," Kate says, causing Claire to hit her shoulder.

The three of you laugh all sharing in the fact that Kate did the least amount of work. You all fall into a comfortable silence and it begins to hit you. You are now living in the Caitlin Clark center of the world.

Over the next few weeks you settle into the new city, doing everything you can to avoid Gainbridge Fieldhouse even though you know you will be there sooner or later considering that is now your new place of work. If you had a choice, you would be working for any other WNBA team building out there - hell, you even looked into every NBA building option. But you didn't have much say when your executive director said they wanted you in Indiana, that is where you were forced to go.

Aside from it being home to the one person you try your best to avoid, the job you are stepping into is one of your dreams. You worked day and night to get to where you are and you are super proud of how far you have come in the short time after college. Becoming the Director of Player Relations for Gainbridge Fieldhouse, you knew you would only be able to dodge Clark for so long.

You have settled into your office and have made your rounds to introduce yourself to your new team. You have even started connecting with the Fever players which has been quite eventful. You first met Aliyah Boston and connected immediately. You tried not too but ended up fan-girling over her TikTok's. She tried to get you to join one but you refused, not wanting to be the cause of her losing followers due to your horrible dancing.

You then got some time with Natasha Howard and Kelsey Mitchell. Both of whom loved your intentionality and vision for how management can support the players.

You have met the rest of the team, minus a certain someone, in passing making sure to figure out a time to connect. At this point, you assumed that Caitlin knew you were in the building but haven't seen her yet to confirm.

Today's the day that all changes. At least that is what you are telling yourself since it is the first game of the season.

After getting to Gainbridge, you planned to take some time in your office before heading down to the floor but the second you walk in the door you are swept to do 20 different things. Before you know it, you are on the floor as the team runs out for final warm-ups.

Walkie in hand, you do everything in your power to stay busy the second you have a moment to breathe. As much as you want to breathe, you don't want to see that girl plastered all over this arena. You keep your head down and find your shoes uncharacteristically interesting.

A hand graces your shoulder and you peek up to see your assistant looking at you with soft eyes and in that moment you feel like you are back in college - broken and hiding.

"Hey Ben, what's up?" You ask, trying to shake the pit in your stomach.

"One would think after a few seasons this would feel normal," Ben says as he looks around at the crowds.

"This will never be normal, it will always be special. Trust me," you say. It comes out just above a whisper. Ben smiles at you and you smile back, shifting your eyes from Ben to the court for the first time. With the amount of people in this place you are certain you will blend into the background.

Big mistake.

As your eyes hit the court, they are met with all too familiar brown ones. Your smile fades as your eyes lock on hers. Both of you froze in time. It feels like your eyes are locked for hours but in the 5 seconds of gripping despair your breath is taken from you and you feel the air sucked from your lungs. You turn away and take a hold of Ben's arm.

"I left something in my office, I have to grab it" you say as you begin to walk towards the back.

"I can go get it, you should be here when they announce the players - it's thrilling," Ben says with a smile.

"No, no, I got it," you insist and continue walking. You feel like you are suffocating.

When you get to your office you close the door and turn the lights off. Back against the door, you sink to the floor and bring your head to your knees.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

You sit there for who knows how long. When you feel your heart calm and your breath steady - you stand. Even after 2+ years of not seeing her, she still controls your heart. You grab your walkie and head back out.

You have no idea how much of the game has passed. As you are walking back out the tunnel an arm grabs you and pulls you into a small room.

"What the-", you begin but shut up immediately when you are met face to face with Caitlin.

She is looking down at you, hand still on your arm. Her fingertips brush the exposed skin on your forearm - a gesture you both were all too familiar with.

Neither of you say anything, not knowing what to say. You have imagined this moment every day since getting to Indy and now that you are here and alone for that matter, nothing comes out.

Caitlin hesitates but unlike your last meeting she brings her free hand up to brush her fingers against your cheek and her thumb against your bottom lip. You want to pull away but you lean in ever so slightly - she is too familiar.

Your eyes close as you feel your heart break all over again.

Caitlin can't take her eyes off of you. This feels like a dream, she has thought time and time again of how different things would have been if she cared more about you and less about the world. Cait continues to rub her thumb against your bottom lip until she feels a wet sensation meet her fingers. Her eyebrows furrow then ease when she realizes it's a tear.

She opens her mouth to say something, not that you had any reason to listen but she had to try. Before she can, the door opens and Steve pokes his head in.

"The second half is starting," Steve says and leaves right after.

Before Caitlin can do anymore damage, you step away from her. You don't look her in the eye - you can't. You see Caitlins hands grip the bottom of her jersey, just like they did the last time the two of you talked.

The last thing that Caitlin wants to do is walk away from you right now but she knows she doesn't have a choice. You watch as she makes her way to the door, stopping right before it and leaning her head against it.

You don't know why but before you stop yourself you find yourself reaching out and brushing one of her fly away hairs. It is now her turn to close her eyes. You pull her headband down and smooth some of her fly aways back before sliding it back onto her head. You bring your hands to her shoulders, giving them two squeezes like you would before every game to regulate her thoughts.

There is a soft knock at the door and you know Caitlin really needs to go but she doesn't move. She finally opens her eyes and you know she is doing everything she can to keep herself together.

She doesn't deserve your comfort. Both of you know it.

"Go," you say. It comes out softer than you intend - not that it was intended to be harsh.

She nods and reaches to open the door. Before letting herself out, she speaks.

"I would do anything to go back to that night," she says.

"Cait stop," you say, not wanting to do this right now. Not when she has to go out and finish a game.

"No," she says and turns to face you again. "That was the biggest mistake of my life and things are different now-"

The door opens and Caitlin is cut off.

"Clark, get your ass back out on that floor," one of the coaches comes in, grabbing her and dragging her out. You go unnoticed as you watch Caitlin be pulled out mid conversation.

Different? What could possibly be different now?

You have blocked her out of your life so much that you have no idea what is going on in hers. You shake your head - nothing has changed. This moment changed nothing. She is still the Caitlin that blindsided you and you did not spend the last two and a half years rebuilding your life to be broken again.

You grab your walkie and head back out, lighter than you have felt in a while.

The Fever lost that night and you can only hope that you had nothing to do with it.

AN: Part 2 in the books. Let me know what you think! And as always, thank you for your love and support 🤍

[boybandbaby]

lovers and friends (Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader)

word count: 903

warnings/tags: alcohol, angst, written with age gap in mind because of Carrie and Big as always if I missed anything please lmk

note: inspired by season 2 episode 8 of SATC - I couldn’t come up with a better title

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It’s silent on the phone and Hotch can hear your breathing. It’s more like huffing and he knows you’re annoyed with him. You should be. This is the third time he’s canceled on meeting your friends.

You’ve been dating for about 7 months and it’s serious enough that you’ve started introducing each other to important people in your lives. You’ve met Jack and Rossi so far and he’s met your closest friend.

You also know how demanding his job can get so you’ve never fought about him canceling dates or held his busy schedule against him. But lately, you’re becoming a bit annoyed with his absence especially considering this is the third time canceling on your friends. Maybe it’s not fair on him for you to be upset but you also don’t like looking or feeling stupid and you constantly feel like that.

You don’t like the looks of pity on your friend’s faces when you tell them that he couldn’t make it. You don’t like recalling your night to Hotch over the phone when he was supposed to be there with you.

“Honey, are you still there?” Hotch softly asks, holding the phone to his right ear and covering his left ear with his pointer finger to drown out the nearby noise.

“Mhm.” You hum.

“Please don’t be mad. I’m so sorry.” He pleads. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“It’s fine, Aaron. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” You sigh.

“How are you getting home?”

“Goodnight, Aaron.”

You know it’s wrong to be short with him but you’re already fighting tears and you don’t want to snap at him for something he can’t really control, so you hang up.

You’re debating on whether to stay home with the sorry excuse of feeling too sick to go out. The truth is you are sick, sick of not feeling like a priority.

You also feel sick with guilt for even feeling this way. You don’t want to seem selfish when Aaron’s out in the world saving others and putting his life on the line.

Shaking away the tears and stress, you decide to go out rather than wallow in your sadness. Your friends come over to get ready and you struggle to have the courage to let them know Aaron won’t be able to make it again. They give you those apologetic looks but reassure you it’s really no problem.

A short few hours later, as you’re locking up your door, you decide to send him a text.

You: I’m leaving my apartment now. Taking an Uber with the girls there and back. Love you.

Aaron: Thank you for letting me know. Have fun and be safe. I love you.

His text is immediate and makes you wonder if he’s been waiting for you to contact him since your little spat earlier.

Pocketing your phone and taking a big breath, you exhale the worries away for at least the night. The next three hours are spent dancing, drinking, and singing a long to the lyrics as the dj mixes one song into the next.

You’re actually enjoying the night, when a waitress brings you a drink. “Oh,” You hiccup. “I didn’t order this.”

“It’s from the gentleman at the bar.” She points. Your friends’ heads whip toward the bar before you have time to process the waitress’s comment. When you finally do, your face breaks out into a smile just as wide as the Cheshire Cat.

Before your friends can question, comment or stop you, you’re stumbling towards the bar and throwing your arms around the man’s neck.

“Aaron, what are you doing here?” You laugh, eyes sparkling with happiness and surprise. “You didn’t tell me you’d be back so soon.”

“I was already wrapping up the case when I got your text message. I figured I’d surprise you but didn’t know if I would make it in time.” He shrugs, one of his hand finds your hip. “I know you’re still upset with me so I didn’t know if you’d want me here.”

“I always want you here.” You mumble into his ear. Aaron sets down his glass and places both hands firmly on your hips, pulling you to look at him.

“I want to meet your friends and be a part of your life. I should’ve made it a priority because they mean a lot to you and you mean a lot to me.” Aaron is not one for PDA but you look so cute, all carefree and smiley that he doesn’t care.

“You mean a lot to me too. I’m so glad you’re here. Thank you for coming.” You sigh all airy, kissing his cheekbone.

“You still want me to meet your friends?” He asks, weary. A part of him expected you to turn him away but when you’re dragging him back to your group, he sees how much this really meant to you.

He’s awkward as he stands in his suit, pressed against your back. You’re speaking a mile a minute as you introduce him to each of your friends. You watch him with dreamy eyes as he leans over you to shake each of their hands.

The environment is much too loud and much too crowded for his liking, his legs ache from standing and he’s truly beat from the case but the smile on your face is enough for him to put up with it all.

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[nqueso-emergency]

Okay so I must know your opinion because you are a voice of a reason in our BT purgatory: what do you think the chances are of BuckTommy getting back together? I’ve been convinced up until just recently that it was a no-go and now I’m not sure sure 🤔

Ngl I put off answering these asks because I'm well aware at how "passionately" my blog is devoured by some fans but, I'm a member of this fandom like anyone else, so, whatever.

There are three ways to view the chances of Bucktommy getting back together and I think it's important to approach from each different view.

There's the BoB view: stating we're all fucking delusional and Tommy was a plot device the entire time.

This view can easily be debunked for one major reason, which is... THEY'VE BEEN WRONG ABOUT BUDDIE FOR SEVEN FUCKING YEARS.

There's the bucktommy view: This one is where my actual doubt does start to sink in. I see the doubt among other bucktommy fans, the weird ass manipulation done by the BoBs (they can literally make you question reality. Am I as delusional as they are???) And then, of course, you have that "exit" review done by a professional BoB who found a keyboard.

This view can also be debunked because, in fandom, we read into shit waaaaay too much and being influenced by fellow fans can really skew your thought process, not to mention, it really isn't all that healthy.

The third view is the General Audience view, and it's the most important (and really the only way you should view the chances of things happening).

The General Audience is who the writers write this show for (besides Tim himself). They don't see couch theory. They see characters sitting on a couch. They don't read articles from publications called "fangirlish." They don't scroll through years of an actor's social media posts to make sure that person has the same views as they do (which is funny because I guarantee you at least half of the GA voted for Trump). But, I digress.

When you look at their comments or even talk to real general audience members, they believe Tommy will be back. The Halloween episode, along with Josh's speech (and the text bubbling from Tommy), solidified that. They expect to see Tommy again, OR for there to be an onscreen conversation about closure. Maybe Buck mentions that they talked and decided to just be friends.

But, no matter what happens in this next section of season 8, there has to be something in the storylines that involves Tommy in some way. It's left too unresolved for the general audience to accept the way things were left.

So, anon, I think the chances of bucktommy getting back together are extremely promising ❤️

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irritating but irresistible (8k words) Alex Albon’s sister is not happy with Logan’s new replacement who seems to be very sure of himself.

Best Day Ever ☆ (6k words) Oscar's win and Franco's first points have to be celebrated. With her best friend Lando playing matchmaker and the tension between Y/N and Franco simmering, the night promises to be anything but ordinary. Sparks fly on the dance floor, but is Y/N ready to admit what’s really going on?

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From Raya to Rivalry (9k words) Carlos Sainz's little sister is pushed to the limit when rookie Franco Colapinto, who stood her up after a flirtatious encounter on Raya, re-enters her life—without any sign he remembers her at all. Between race weekends and time with friends the tension between them becomes impossible to ignore. Will Franco finally remember why she’s been driving him mad all along?

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Push & Pull (6k words) She has always kept Franco at a distance, teasing and confident that he’d never give up on her. But when he suddenly pulls away, she can’t stop thinking about him, realizing she might care more than she’s let on. Could it be that he’s been waiting for her to figure it out all along?

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Hurricane (5k words) When a hurricane leaves Y/N stranded at Charles’s Monaco apartment with a few of his friends, Y/N has to navigate both the storm outside and the one brewing inside.

Focus with Franco (2k words) Studying for exams is tough, but trying to focus while your yapper boyfriend, Franco, is around? Impossible.

Frights & Feuds (6.5k words) She and Franco never liked each other, but leave it to Lando to throw them into matching costumes at his Halloween party.

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Factory Reset (6k words) After a major crash, Franco Colapinto is sent to the Williams factory to work alongside the engineers repairing his car. Tensions run high as he’s forced to confront the realities of their work and the sharp wit of performance engineer Y/N. What begins as a clash of worlds becomes an eye-opening experience for both.

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The Sparks at Midnight (2k words) NYE at Lando's: a jar full of resolutions, a group of friends gathered around the fire to laugh, tease, and guess whose secrets were written on each slip of paper. With one very special resolution shaking things up for Y/N.

Crushes and Cortados (2.5k words) as a barista you see a lot of weird customers in a day, and this one Argentinian boy who keeps coming in every day is definitely one of them.

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The Idiot I Call Mine ☆ (7.1k words) best friends are supposed to share laughs, inside jokes, fries and the occasional late-night drive. what they’re not supposed to do is flirt like it’s a competitive sport or make you question every unspoken rule of friendship. at least, unless your name is Lando Norris apparently.

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The Potion Project (12k words) When a week-long potions project pairs two opposites, something starts brewing between them as well

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Perfect Fit ☆ (8.5k words) Being Kenan’s stylist was supposed to be about clothes. Not lame excuses to spend time, lingering touches, and the slow realization that you might be in over your head

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COME WHAT MAY | Sebastian Vettel ✩₊˚.⋆ ACT I: LOSS OF MY LIFE [PREVIOUS PART] [NEXT PART]

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Red Bull Sebastian Vettel x Red Bull intern & Webber girlfriend!Reader

SUMMARY: During 2010 RB6 presentation and preseason testing, Mark starts acting quite weird with you. To your surprise, Webber gives some opinions on your work that start making you overthink, even when Seb tries his best to calm you down. You know 2010 season is going to be a hell when Webber asks to have a private conversation with Christian Horner and Helmut Marko.

WORD COUNT: 3695

WARNINGS: Angst, curse words and bad language, toxic relationships involving mental abuse and manipulation, such a toxic Mark Webber, mentions of death and suicide

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Jerez, Spain 10th February, 2010

You hadn’t received a single call from Mark since the day you last spoke to him. In fact, you hadn’t expected him to call, but that didn’t stop you from feeling disappointed.

The only thing you got from your boyfriend was an endless string of missed calls, followed by the sound of his voicemail, his pre-recorded voice telling you to leave a message and that he would call you back later. And you did leave messages, knowing full well you wouldn’t get a response.

Instead, it was Seb who spoke to you every day.

The German hadn’t said anything else during that fateful dinner that should have been a refuge for both of you; nor did he bring it up for the rest of his stay in Linz or even when he was back in Heppenheim. Even though you had agreed not to see each other again until it was time to fly to Spain for the presentation of Red Bull’s new car, the RB6, Sebastian never stopped worrying about you. He called you daily; he was the first to hear about your grades from the penultimate semester of university, and sometimes, you even fell asleep while still on the phone with him. You both stayed up late talking, no matter how many times you promised to sleep early, only to curse yourselves the next morning for breaking that promise, despite knowing you would do it again.

You tried, with difficulty, to get some sort of call, message, or even a breakup and an explanation from Mark about why he no longer wanted to continue your strange relationship. You did everything you could to let him know that the team had contacted you, requiring you to be in southern Europe in February, but it was impossible.

The blue-eyed man who made your days easier, especially as your father’s health worsened and you were already grieving before the inevitable, not only showed interest and happiness that Red Bull Racing’s intern would be at the event, but he also offered to travel to Austria and stay with you for two or three days before the flight. He knew how terrified you were of flying and didn’t want you to go through it alone.

You didn’t see Mark or anyone from the team, except for the obvious Sebastian and his PR manager, Britta Roeske, during the two days leading up to the big event. That Wednesday, however, anxiety took over as you got ready in your hotel room. The feeling only intensified as you headed to the circuit with your best friend, realizing that you would have to face Mark.

It was barely ten in the morning, and the air was already thick with the persistent scent of burnt rubber, oil, and fuel, not to mention the noise caused by photographers, journalists, team members, and the occasional fan roaming around.

The RB6 had just been unveiled, and now, everyone was behind the cameras, hidden in the garages after dealing with the press. All that was left was to wait for the mechanics to finish the final adjustments before the first day of pre-season testing began, with both Webber and Vettel taking part.

Sebastian stood beside you, tucked away in a corner of the garage. His arms were crossed, and his eyes constantly moved, not out of nervousness, but out of an effort to stay in control of everything. He knew you would run into your teammate at any moment, and more than wanting to prevent an altercation, he didn’t want the Australian to create a scene big enough for others to notice.

More than anything, he didn’t want all of that to be another burden for you.

You, on the other hand, were nervous. Your hands fidgeted, grasping each other, playing with your hair, or clutching your jacket. Your eyes darted around, and each time a door opened or someone entered, your body tensed, only to relax upon realizing it wasn’t the person you dreaded seeing most.

It hadn’t even been a month since your last conversation with Mark, but enough time had passed for you to try to push it from your mind, or at least, to not give it so much importance. But you couldn’t. It still hurt to comprehend that he only called to demand explanations about your life and judge you, fully aware of how important Seb was to you, rather than to apologize for forgetting about you for weeks despite your insistence on staying in touch.

You gave up, but that didn’t make you feel any better. The only thing that comforted you was knowing that you had been there for Sebastian when he needed a friend the most. But what made you question whether it was all worth it was the fact that Mark had already made up his mind, and nothing you could say would convince him otherwise.

When you turned to look at the man beside you, and he gazed at you with a light in his eyes that you had never seen in your boyfriend’s, you knew you would endure a thousand more fights with Mark just to see Sebastian happy.

Finally, Mark appeared, his race suit half-unzipped. He started chatting with some team members, who seemed more than happy to see him after so many months.

As he cheerfully greeted each one of them, playing the part of the charming prince, Sebastian rolled his eyes. He couldn’t see his teammate the same way anymore—not after hearing him yell at you over the phone and, worse, manipulate you in ways you didn’t seem to notice.

“Y/N, you don’t have to talk to him right now,” Sebastian murmured, stepping closer to you.

You felt a shiver run through you but tried to stay in control. You saw Webber approaching, and by instinct, you moved closer to Seb, almost knocking him over. He wrapped his arms around you to keep you from falling.

“Sorry…” was all you managed to say, unaware of what he had just told you.

“Talk to him when you feel strong enough,” Vettel continued, his voice just as calm. “Take a deep breath, and think carefully about what you want to say.”

“No, Seb, I need to talk to Mark as soon as possible…”

“Y/N—”

“If he’s going to act the way he did on the phone or make passive-aggressive comments through veiled insults, I’d rather he say it to my face,” you declared. Then, sighing, you forced yourself to relax before walking toward your boyfriend. “I’m sorry…”

Sebastian sighed this time, and despite knowing Webber was watching, he hugged you. Then, glaring at the Australian, he gently cupped your face in his hands.

And oh, how he wished he could not only kiss you but also make you see that you deserved far more than the love Webber had made you believe you were worth.

“Be careful, okay? Mark… He knows how to hurt you.”

You nodded timidly before kissing his cheek, promising him that everything would be fine, even though you had no idea what would happen or how things between you and Mark would end.

Without saying much more, you started crossing the garage, trying to follow Mark’s steps. After seeing how you and Sebastian had been acting, the two of you, who claimed to be nothing more than best friends, Mark had decided to leave, holding back the urge to cause a scene that would land both you and him on the front pages of every Formula 1 gossip magazine… if that was even what he wanted, of course.

"Can we talk?"

You quickened your pace slightly and carefully grabbed Mark’s fireproof suit. He turned around, coming face to face with you, frustrated, maybe even disappointed. You knew he was angry, even though your voice sounded firm. At least, that’s what your body language was screaming.

"Oh, now you want to talk?" Webber laughed bitterly.

"Don’t start," you warned, raising your voice a little more than you should have. "I just want to clear things up because, since you didn’t give me the chance to do it on the phone, maybe now that I have you in front of me, you will."

"Let me remind you that you were the one who hung up the call after I… I don’t know… maybe started pissing you off by calling you out for hiding things from me?"

You tried to argue back, but you knew it wasn’t worth it. Instead, you stayed quiet, though you rolled your eyes just enough to let Mark know how impossible he was—and to irritate him in the process.

He wanted you to torment yourself, to let the guilt eat you alive until you admitted the truth—the way he saw it. And deep down, that was exactly what he wanted.

"Fine. Go ahead," the Australian finally conceded.

You took a deep breath, trying to stay calm before speaking.

"You accused me of things that aren’t true, Mark, and you know it. Seb was in Linz because he needed a break, okay? He needed to clear his head, disconnect from everything… He and Hanna had just broken up, and I offered to let him stay at my place for him, not for me. He needed support, and that’s what friends do."

"And out of all the people who could have been there for him, he had to choose you?" Mark scoffed, tilting his head slightly at your explanation. "That’s a bit strange, don’t you think?"

"It’s not what you’re thinking, Mark."

"Yeah, I know. But let me tell you, it’s pretty damn strange. And forgive me for doubting you, but isn’t it interesting how you’re always there when Seb needs someone? It’s almost like… like you want him to need you."

Your hands clenched into fists on instinct. You were quickly reaching your breaking point.

"I was just being a friend, you know? Not like you, who couldn’t even bother to pick up the damn phone once or even send me a single message since the season ended."

"Oh, so now this is my fault?" Mark pointed to himself, a smirk creeping onto his face.

"I just want you to know that I didn’t do anything wrong."

"Yeah, sure. Whatever you say. Do you know what your problem is, Y/N?" He stepped closer, forcing you to take a few steps back, not that it mattered, because he grabbed your wrists before you could escape. His grip was tighter than you would have liked. Even when you tried to pull away, he didn’t let go. "You always think you can fix everything. You think you can save everyone from whatever pain they’re going through. But I don’t blame you. Maybe it’s just your way of coping… making yourself feel better after your mother killed herself."

His words hit you like a punch to the gut.

You were speechless. Breathing became harder, and seeing became nearly impossible with the tears welling up in your eyes. Everything around you seemed to disappear, leaving only the man in front of you and the words he had just spoken.

Maybe it’s just your way of coping… making yourself feel better after your mother killed herself.

For years, you had convinced yourself that your mother had been sick, that you weren’t at fault for not being able to save her. That you weren’t to blame for not getting home earlier that day, only to find her lifeless on the bed. You had told yourself, over and over, that you were just another victim of that suicide.

"Mark, I… I didn’t…" The lump in your throat made it impossible to speak, and neither did the tears that spilled from your eyes. "I’m not seeing Sebastian… I only love you…"

The words slipped from your lips automatically, but you weren’t sure if you were trying to convince Mark… or yourself.

He only shook his head, trying not to laugh at how pathetic and ridiculous you must have looked to him.

"If that’s what helps you sleep at night, keep lying to me. But if you really aren’t cheating on me with Vettel, I suppose I’ll have to see it for myself."

"Hey, Webber! Quit messing around with your girl and get over here! Didn’t you say you had something really important to discuss with us?"

Both of you turned toward Christian Horner, who was standing at the door of one of the makeshift offices. Through the window, you could see Helmut Marko buried in paperwork while marking something on his phone.

"Yeah, of course! I’m coming!"

You felt a wave of relief as Mark turned his back to you and walked away, without another word, without even saying goodbye, heading toward that room. You wanted to argue, to keep insisting that you had nothing going on with Seb, but you knew it was useless. Nothing you said would change Mark’s mind.

All you could do was stand there, staring at the door he had just walked through. You tried to peek through the window to see what that sudden meeting was about, one you had heard nothing about, but you gave up when your boyfriend suddenly glanced in your direction. He shot you a knowing smile before pulling the blinds closed.

"Shit…"

Your stomach twisted into knots as you turned around, aimlessly walking through the garage.

"You’re scrunching your nose. A lot, I’d say," a voice, too familiar, spoke in front of you.

If it hadn’t been for the German standing in your way, you would have walked right into him.

Why did Seb always show up when you needed him most?

Maybe because he knows how much you’re being hurt… and he was listening to the conversation as well.

No, that was impossible. He had probably just been waiting around in the garage until they told him he could do another test lap.

"You know I always scrunch my nose when I’m mad." Seb raised an eyebrow, and you rolled your eyes. "He was talking shit about you, Seb."

"Talking shit about me? Or talking shit about you and blaming you for doing things with me that, by the way, we haven’t done?"

You hesitated. You didn’t know how to answer because, once again, he was right.

Mark knew exactly how to get into your head, how to manipulate you until you started doubting yourself. Meanwhile, Sebastian had somehow become your voice of reason when you felt like you were losing your mind.

"I feel like he thinks I feel too much, you know?" you admitted, dodging his question, dodging the conversation entirely. You didn’t want to talk about Mark. You just needed to get this off your chest. "Like I have some kind of savior complex…"

"Because you couldn’t save your mother," Vettel finished for you. You cursed yourself for letting him hear that part. "Jesus, Y/N, that’s complete bullshit. Not about your mom," he quickly corrected himself, stumbling over his words, "but him saying that. You just want to help people… maybe the way you wish someone had helped you."

"But you help me… My dad, my aunt, my uncle and, well, my sisters," you muttered. "But whatever. The point is, you try explaining to him that everything he says is complete bullshit."

"Honestly? I would if I thought it would do any good," he said. "But since I know he won’t change his mind, I’d rather not waste my time. I’d rather spend it with you."

You gave him a tired smile. Seb could tell you were trying to put on a brave face, just like you always did when things weren’t going well. At that moment, something deep inside him burned with the need to protect you from everything that hurt you.

That was how he had felt for the past few months, but he did his best not to show it, to try to ignore it… yet all he managed to do was make it grow larger and larger.

And that was exactly what scared him the most about yourself in that moment.

"Come on, let's go," was all he could say as, unlike Mark, Seb took your hand as if it were a delicate, breakable piece of porcelain.

"Where? The pretesting session is about to—"

"Fuck the pretesting session," he cut you off, not giving you a chance to say anything else.

Seb’s fingers intertwined with yours, and even though he wasn't entirely sure where to go or what to do, one thing was clear, he just wanted to get them out of there, far away from where Mark had once again treated you so badly.

As you crossed the paddock under the watchful eyes of some journalists, you ran into Britta Roeske, Seb’s PR manager and, in many ways, his savior… or even a second mother, depending on how someone looked at it.

The woman, perfectly dressed in her Red Bull uniform, wasn’t surprised to see you together, but she was surprised to see you that together. She couldn’t help but glance down at your still-intertwined hands and then back up at both of you, incredulous.

"Don’t you dare be late. Thirty minutes, Sebastian," was all she said.

"Seems like you don’t trust me," he answered with an innocent smile that, rather than a trick, seemed completely sincere.

"With her?" Roeske pointed at you, who merely shrugged and curled your lips into a small smile. "Not really, to be honest. Be careful and don’t do anything you’ll regret later."

Neither of you answered that, but you both knew exactly what she meant.

You continued walking in a comfortable silence around the circuit, getting further away from the paddock. Seb went along with what you jokingly called a "track walk rehearsal" until you reached a grandstand area. Once seated, you had a perfect view of the entire track.

"Thanks for everything," you murmured, pulling your knees to your chest and wrapping your arms around them. Seb, on the other hand, draped an arm around your shoulders and, noticing how cold you were, took off his jacket and placed it over you.

"You don’t have to thank me. I hate seeing you like this. Out of all the people in the world who don’t deserve to feel this way, you’re at the top of the list."

Neither of you said anything else. You simply smiled and, for the first time all day, without fear, leaned against Seb’s chest. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around you, pressed a kiss to your forehead and started playing with your hair as he always did.

"I don’t understand why he’s talking to Helmut and Horner," you broke the silence, sitting up slightly to look at Seb. "What could possibly be so important that they had to have a meeting today?"

"Yeah, I was wondering the same thing," he frowned. "To be honest, I don’t like it…"

"Do you think it’s about me?"

Vettel bit his lip at your question. He wanted to be honest with you, but at the same time, he didn’t want to make you worry more or overthink something that might end up being trivial.

"I don’t want to assume, but… Webber is the kind of guy who likes to control everything and, with that, do whatever it takes to stay in the spotlight," he commented, carefully choosing his words. "If he feels like he’s going to be the second driver again, like last season…" Seb hesitated before continuing, trying to find the right way to say it. "I don’t know, Y/N, maybe he just wants to twist the narrative to fit his paranoia."

He couldn’t lie to you. You didn’t deserve that.

You swallowed hard.

"Do you think he’s going to turn them against me?"

"I don’t know, but what I do know is that whatever he’s saying won’t change the fact that you belong to this team, that you belong to…"

My life, he thought without a shred of regret, but with too much fear to say it out loud.

"You’re smart, Y/N," he continued. "This is your second year with the team; your third with me. You know everyone here, and most of all, you know me perfectly. And if that wasn’t enough, you work harder than anyone, Rocky’s words, not mine, while also juggling university and taking care of your father and sisters."

"It’s just what I have to do…"

"If they don’t realize what an incredible person they have right in front of them, that’s their problem, not mine."

You lowered your gaze, unable to stop yourself from blushing.

"Why do you always know exactly what to say to make someone’s day better?"

"It’s not about making someone’s day better, Y/N. It’s just telling the truth about what an incredible person you are."

For the first time, you found the strength to look at Seb without feeling embarrassed. It felt… strange. You didn’t know what exactly, but you were sure that the way he spoke to you, the things he said, the way he looked at you…

It was as if Sebastian truly saw you as more than just a friend.

Once again, neither of you dared to speak.

Seb wanted to say a thousand things, but he knew it wasn’t the right moment. And when it came to you, you wanted to take things slowly, savoring every moment, and, most importantly, putting your well-being first.

You, on the other hand, had always seen him as your safe haven since you arrived at Toro Rosso in 2008. But now… it felt different. Maybe it was what you had been denying to yourself finally coming to the surface, the thing that had been there for about two years, back when Seb were still dating Hanna.

Maybe, the silence you were now sharing would, one day, turn into the confession neither of you had been brave enough to admit, to yourselves or to each other.

"Seb…"

"Come what may, okay?" Seb interrupted you gently, taking your hand and tracing small hearts on your skin. "Never forget it: I’ll be there, here, wherever… but with you. Come what may."

[hedwig221b]

hii ! do you have any recs for hale pack underestimating stiles or like stiles being underestimated generally and then he always proves them wrong? pleasee and thank uuu <3

and anon asked:

hiiiiiiiii, do you have any fic where like the pack or everyone thought stiles is weak and they always underestimated him??? i love badass stiles SO MUCH. thank uuuu!

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Can't rely on me by Littleredridinghunter

Set at the end of season 2, Gerard beats Stiles up, but it's a lot worse than anyone knows. The pack let him down, that's not really a surprise lately. When Danny finds Stiles nearly bleeding to death the next day it's the start of a beautiful friendship. Can the pack make amends before it's too late? Will Stiles ever forgive them for not being there for him when he needed them the most?

The Pretty Things (are going to hell) by FaeryQueen07

“You have something of mine,” Stiles says, and he reaches for his hood, pushing it back to reveal the rest of his face. Lips curled up in a smile promising pain and eyes like death, he says, “And now I’m going to take it back.”

The Boy Who Tamed the Sourwolf by AllTheseSquaresMakeACircle

Stiles is used to being second tier in everyone's life. How easily people forget him and move on to bigger and better things. Used to always being in someone's shadow. Leave it to Derek Hale to shatter those expectations.

Red Witch by rootbeer

The red hair of a banshee. The red eyes of an alpha. The red hoodie of a mage. The red of fire burning. Derek Hale has been a prisoner to the hunters since they burned his family alive. But now someone has come to save him: skinny, defenseless Stiles--147 lbs of skin and fragile bones. Turns out, sarcasm isn't his only weapon.

Lone Wolf by Kikileduc

Complete spin off after season 2, but does have season 3 and so on elements. Stiles feels forgotten, he feels left out. So he does something about it, while getting reacquainted with nature he stumbles on to something else. If the pack doesn't need him, if his dad wants him to stay out of it all, well, maybe he just needs a distraction in the form of 3 adorable wolf cubs!

And miles to go before I sleep by Heart_Of_Steel_And_Fandoms

Stiles leaves Beacon Hills at the end of Sophomore year. He's been abandoned by the pack, scarred by the hunters, and carries the equivalent of a volcano of magic inside him. Needless to say, his life sucks. But when Stiles comes back to Beacon Hills, over a year later and with a new persona, he isn't the same powerless human the pack remembers. And when demons threaten Beacon Hills, he proves to everyone that sarcasm isn't his only defence.

Dragon's Breath by trilliath

Between the hunters and the monsters that have interfered with life in Beacon Hills, the pack has had to learn a lot in the last few years, including Stiles teaching himself to practice magic in private. It's not exactly a secret from the pack, but it's not something he's shown much. When it comes time to put his skills to the test, Derek is the only one who finally gets to see Stiles's wild magic put to use saving Erica's life from a new threat in town. The aftermath changes something between them, and those tenuous lines tangling them together may mean the difference between life and death for them both.

Other fic recs: angsty fics | possessive Derek | historical AU | baby/mpreg | outsider POV | smut | mafia | hurt/comfort | magical!Stiles | Stiles gets kicked out of the pack | BAMF!Stiles | omegaverse | witch!Stiles | creature!Stiles | bad friend Scott | pack mom!Stiles | unrequited love | werewolf!Stiles | dark sterek | single parent!Stiles | feral Derek | arranged marriage

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𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 | axel kovacevik × fem!reader

warnings | spoilers part 3 season 6 !! emotional vulnerability, themes of self-doubt and defeat, kissing

word count | 1.0 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

The sound of the final blow still echoes in the arena as Axel falls to the ground.

He doesn't get up immediately.

For a moment, everything around you turns into white noise. You see Axel lying on the mat, his chest rising and falling with difficulty. The referee starts the count, but he doesn’t move.

"Come on, Axel!" they shout from his corner, but he remains there.

It’s not that he can’t get up. It’s clear that physically he can. But there’s something in his posture, in the way he clenches his teeth and closes his eyes for a moment before rising, that makes it obvious this hurts more than just physically.

The referee declares Miguel the winner. The crowd erupts in cheers, but it's barely audible. All you can do is watch Axel, the way he stands up with rigid movements, his impassive expression as he nods, accepting the defeat without a word.

Without looking at anyone, he walks off the tatami and disappears behind the stage.

You take a deep breath and follow him.

He's in the locker room, sitting on a bench with his elbows resting on his knees. His hair is still damp with sweat, his chest rises and falls with each heavy breath, and his knuckles are white from how tightly he's clenching his hands.

He doesn't look at you when you enter.

You approach cautiously but without hesitation.

"Axel..."

He doesn’t respond. His jaw is tight, his gaze fixed on the floor.

You kneel in front of him and place a hand on his knee.

"Look at me."

Nothing.

You sigh and slide your hand over his, covering his clenched knuckles with the softness of your touch.

"I don’t want to talk," he finally murmurs, his voice low and tense.

"You don’t have to. I’m just here."

For a moment, he seems to hesitate between accepting your presence or pushing you away, but then he lowers his head and rests his forehead on your shoulder.

You’re surprised, but you don’t pull away. Instead, you wrap your arms around him, feeling the warmth of his body, the slight tremble of his still-tense muscles.

"I hate losing," he whispers against your neck.

"I know."

"I shouldn’t have fallen."

"Sometimes it happens."

Axel lets out a bitter laugh but doesn’t pull away.

"Not to me."

"You’re not any less for losing."

He exhales deeply but says nothing. He stays there, his forehead resting on your shoulder, his hands gripping the fabric of your hoodie as if afraid you might leave.

After a while, his breathing steadies a little.

"Everyone saw me fall," he says quietly.

"So what?"

Axel straightens slightly and looks at you, his eyes clouded with frustration.

"I don’t want you to see me like this."

You cup his face in your hands and make him look at you.

"I will always see you. Even when you don’t want me to."

He takes a deep breath, and for a moment, it seems like he wants to say something else. But instead, he closes his eyes and lets his lips brush against yours in a soft, needy kiss.

It’s a kiss seeking comfort, finding refuge in you.

Your hands slide into his hair, holding him, assuring him that you’re here, that he’s not sinking alone.

When he pulls away, his forehead rests against yours, and his breathing is still heavy.

"You’re going to make me forget the loss if you keep doing that," he murmurs with a small smile.

You chuckle softly and run your fingers along his jaw.

"Then I’ll keep kissing you until you do."

And you keep your promise.

After a while, when the locker room starts to feel too cold and silent, you decide to get him out of there.

"Come on."

Axel looks at you, confused.

"Where to?"

"To clear your head."

He doesn’t argue. He lets you take his hand and lead him outside the complex where the tournament was held. The night air is cool, and the crowd has already dispersed. You can hear voices in the distance, but here, in this moment, it’s just the two of you.

Axel stops and exhales, tilting his head back to look at the sky.

"I still can’t believe it," he murmurs.

You step closer and intertwine your fingers with his.

"You have every right to be upset."

He presses his lips together and lowers his gaze to you.

"Upset? I don’t want to sound dramatic, but I feel like I broke inside."

Your heart aches at his words.

"You’re not broken."

He smiles wryly.

"How do you know?"

"Because you’re here. You’re still standing. You’re still breathing. That means you’re not broken. You’re just... hurt."

Axel looks at you for a long time, as if your words are something he’s never considered before. Then, slowly, he lifts a hand to your face and gently strokes your cheek with his thumb.

"Why do you care so much?"

The question is soft and genuine.

"Because you matter to me," you answer without hesitation.

Axel blinks, as if your response surprises him.

"I..."

You don’t let him finish. You stand on your toes and kiss him again, this time with more certainty, with more intent.

And he responds.

His hands slide to your waist, pulling you closer. His kiss is deeper this time, as if he’s trying to etch this moment into his skin.

When you pull away, Axel rests his forehead against yours.

"You make me feel better," he admits quietly.

"See? You’re not broken."

He lets out a soft laugh.

"Maybe not."

"Definitely not."

He stays silent for a moment, then gives you a small smile.

"Thanks for not leaving me alone."

"I never would."

And with that, Axel kisses you once more, under the moonlight, letting everything else fade into the background.

[from-izzy]

be fair | nct park jisung

"You're not bringing us down. You're not bringing anybody down," Jisung shakes his head hurriedly. "I promise. We'll take this step by step remember?"

pairing » nct park jisung x gn!reader (lmk if i missed anything!)

trope/au » established relationship au, non-idol au, implied friends to lovers

genre » fluffy fluff with a little hint of angst, hurt/comfort for the reader, supportive and patient boyfriend jisung, jisung who just wants to treat you right, also shy but sometimes confident (?) jisung

word count; estimated reading time » 1650; ~6 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » mentions of a toxic past relationship (reader), jisung implied to be taller, rapid proofread once

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 nct dream masterlist

based on this request! thank you for sending it in anon and i'm sorry it took a while for me to write 😭 i hope you (and everyone else!) enjoys this one!!

The romantic season has finally started, and that also means that sweet treat of early leave that you applied for at the start of the year. You're keen on using the leave to spend more quality time with your loved ones, especially your boyfriend Park Jisung.

From the introduction from mutual friends, you've known Jisung for a long time. Long enough for him to know your favourite drink and your comfort food. Long enough for him to send you cute hamster videos, and comfortable enough for you to reply with a "That's you!" to which Jisung reacts to the message with a blushing emoji; his face perfectly depicted that emoji too.

The exchanges became pretty limited when you got into a relationship. Yes, Jisung is glad you were able to fall in love, but the dried tears on your face whenever he catches a glimpse of you make him feel otherwise. The one-year toxic relationship would continue for a few more months. Some of your friends were understandably frustrated with how you wouldn’t leave, and despite explaining that words aren't easily acted out, the stress only made your room swallow your sobs even more. In the end, when things were better, you confronted all and cut off some.

The reality is that, we could always be prepared for something, and give others advice but when it happens to us, the world stops. Rational thinking may follow after. At that time, you need to surround yourself with healthy and supportive people. That’s who how Park Jisung is to you.

Jisung really did take care of you, every step of the way. Whether it was sending groceries to our house, sending daily affirmations, and despite his lack of experience and nervousness, helping you draft an email to your boss for a short break to take care of yourself. He's open to telling you that he's not sure what to do, but through simple communication, Jisung was the key for you to escape your toxic ex-boyfriend, and the dreadful aftermath of the relationship. That relationship was ages ago, and now you're happily in a relationship with Jisung for a month.

"Ah," Jisung pouts at the reminder. "You're bringing that up again?"

"I can't help it!" You chuckle at your date who takes another spoonful of his soup, adjusting his scarf after to hide his blushing cheeks. "You said I was hot like soup and then confessed right after!"

If the table could come alive and swallow Jisung up, he would appreciate that very much. "But I really did mean it! You've always been hot but that day you were just, you know...amazing and beautiful...I couldn’t help but say my thoughts…"

Every time you bought this up, Jisung would always become flustered. Just like every other time, his cheeks and the tip of his ears flare, his eyes smile but look away from yours, and sometimes his speech stutters due to his racing heart. But this time, maybe it's the heart-shaped decoration by the entrance of the sore, the roses in the middle of the table, or the way that Jisung called this a date. The environment is bustling but not in the sharp clanging of cutlery on porcelain, but the laughter that wraps the both of you in a loving embrace. 

Last month, as Jisung delivered his feelings for you smoothly like the ice cream in your hands, your gaze on him softened. You doubt it was the ice cream that spread warmth through your chest and your cheeks. You’ve realised your growing feelings for him throughout the past year, but never dared to speak up; not after your relationship even though you know Jisung is nothing like your ex. Your love for Jisung grows after each date, after each brush against his skin and the kisses he places all over your features. Everything that Jisung did in your presence, reminds you that your feelings for him are reciprocated.

"I thought we agreed that I would pay next," sulking at the fact that you lost the credit card battle once more.

"There will always be a next time," pressing a quick peck on your lips.

Jisung's words have always seemed so confident, but just like the soup from dinner earlier, you're sure that the redness across his cheeks isn't from the cool weather. Even with thick winter gloves, you can feel Jisung's hold like you both were skin-to-skin as you walk along the illuminated footpath from open stores. You talk about everything that came up in your mind, taking turns to nod when Jisung does with yours. Your words are always safe with him, the same way his words are safe with you. Your stories continue to be shared, but it wasn't overbearing; not like how you were treated in your past relationship.

Similarly, Jisung loves to tell you about his day, and coo about the two birds leaning against each other not too far away. Jisung loves to go into detail on the things you talked about on text, all the while observing the windows of the shops for things you liked. You fall in love with his voice which pulls you back into the present whenever your mind drifts somewhere else. Whenever those times hit, Jisung has picked up on some things: the glimmers in your eyes fade, your fingers grow weaker or stronger around his, and your hums would be monotonic and randomise between the middle of his sentences instead of the end.

You're habituated to the shoes shuffling on the gravel, so when you stop, you immediately turn your head to Jisung who's a step behind you. Your eyes widen and your lips tremble at the realisation that you missed parts of his stories.

Your heart drops at your actions. I'm sor-"

"Are you alright?" He interjected. Your hands untangle from his as Jisung fixes your scarf. "Don't want you getting cold," lifting the material to cover your lips and chin better. His eyes resemble a smile when he's satisfied with the adjustment and he rests his palms on your shoulders.

"Sorry, I'm just thinking again," eyes downcasted to your shoes that pointed to his.

"No, it's okay," your boyfriend reassures. "I love listening to your voice. I can never get enough of it."

"Really? I just don't want you to feel like you have to listen to all these things because you really don’t have to-"

"But I love it," he cuts you off once more. Jisung slips a glove off, his palm cupping your chilly cheek. Your head tilts, meeting the reflecting Christmas lights behind you, and how clear your reflection from his orbs. "I love hearing all this because that means you trust me and are comfortable with me telling me all these things."

"Of course, I am, Ji," placing emphasis on the affirmative words. "I just hate how you've always treated me right from the start but I keep on doing this thing where my mind goes to the past and I just bring us down and-"

"You're not bringing us down. You're not bringing anybody down," Jisung shakes his head hurriedly. "I promise. We'll take this step by step remember?"

You focus on the soothing glides that his thumb did on your cheekbones, closing your eyes to savour the gentleness. Jisung steps closer to you, wrapping your body with his arms. His deep tone soothes your mind, and you place an ear to where his steady heart is. All the negative thoughts subside slowly, but surely.

"What you went through was scary, bubs," he whispers, "and I don't expect you to just get over it. You're allowed to be scared."

"But it's not fair on you, Sung..."

"What's not fair is you thinking that it's not fair.” A tear or two escapes your eyes, and your lips shudder at the sincerity of his voice. Your hand lifts, only to clasp onto the hem of his jacket. Jisung guides your breathing, messaging his fingers onto your scalp reassuringly. “You’re not being fair to anyone if you act like nothing happened. I want you to always be open with me, okay? I want to support you. Always.”

“Okay,” your answer comes out hushed, and you’re worried that Jisung didn’t hear it. 

You lift your head from his chest, intending to repeat your answer to make sure it gets across. But all words halted when Jisung’s lips fell upon your forehead dearly. The pink deepens into red across his cheekbones, and Jisung hides his eyes behind his overgrown bangs as he stares down at his shuffling feet. For yourself, the heat rises to your cheeks, and you’re sure that Jisung could feel them even through his gloves. And just if that wasn’t enough to make you melt in this winter, Jisung confesses his feelings for you once more as wills himself determinedly to look into your eyes.

“I love you. So, please be fair to yourself.”

There was no way that you could say anything to that, not with how he hits you the words filled with honesty. You see the way his eyes slowly morph into uncertainty at your silence, worried that he made you uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry-” His words are cut off with a kiss on his cheek.

“Don’t be,” you beam at him with the cutest smile, brighter than the sunset behind you. “I love you too, Sungie.”

Delighted with the positive response, Jisung lowers his back to be at eye level with the person that he loves. His thumb traces along the bottom of your lip, index following the shape of your jawline as he gulps at where he puts his finger. You’re met with Jisung’s eyes, and no words are needed when you understand what he is asking for. Your sure nod left Jisung almost sweeping you off the ground, joining his lips with yours sweetly under the warmth of the sunset. 

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 nct dream masterlist

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How 'bout red sighted bearnelli with Aron!male reader who's their soulmate but is completely oblivious to their advances unless its a straight up to his face confession, the problem though is that both kimi and ollie are cowards and won't just tell reader and that paul is now threatening to tell reader himself that their his soulmates, the reason paul is threatening them though is that they'd both promised to tell reader when they both got into f1 if they hadn't already told reader before then, but now its half way through the 2025 season and they still haven't told him.

Sorry if it too long bbbear i can send something else in if you don't want to do this one.

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hopefully you meant non sighted!reader with this ask haha - also i couldnt find a way to incorporate it into the story, but paul is string sighted!

for more information about the world within red sight ‘verse, please read this post

red sighted!established!bearnelli x non sighted!gn!aron!reader

ollie and kimi had gotten together not long after the start of the 2024 formula 2 season

they'd seen the strings tying them together, but even if they hadn't seen them, the two of them were very drawn together

of course, both were curious about where the extra string both of them had lead to but they didn't care too much to go hunting for their third

until paul brought his two siblings along to a race one day

ollie & kimi were already familiar with ralf, but you... you were new

and you were their missing link

paul figured out rather quickly that you were kimi and ollie's other soulmate and he told them to be careful with you as you were non sighted and were also very oblivious

kimi and ollie panicked at that because they were both too shy and awkward to talk to you, especially if they had to tell you they were your soulmates

paul, ever determined to do what's best for his friends and his siblings, brings you along to more races, introducing you to ollie & kimi and encouraging a friendship between you three

and you love it! you, kimi and ollie get along so well!

when pushed by paul as to why they haven't done anything yet, kimi and ollie make a promise - if they both get into f1, they'll tell you

in the meantime, ollie and kimi flirt with you, dropping hints about soulmates and red sight and being with you except all of it goes over your head because you're that oblivious

so when kimi gets his seat announced, ollie & kimi tell paul that they're changing their plan - they'll tell you the truth once the 2025 f1 season starts

paul sighs but accepts it, now also dropping hints about you being with kimi & ollie and dating the pair of them and soulmates and stuff

but then the start of the 2025 f1 season happens and ollie and kimi avoid you throughout the entire australian grand prix weekend

you're a bit hurt but you assume it's just because its the first grand prix of their rookie seasons and therefore they must be busy and focused

things seems to be back to normal during the chinese grand prix, but paul is absolutely furious with kimi & ollie

they promised. and they didn't do it.

paul keeps pressuring them and it doesn't work until finally, during the british grand prix, paul decides he's had enough and he gets the three of you in the same room and tells the truth about everything

you're shocked... you hadn't expected kimi and ollie to keep such a secret from you

when they explain that they were shy, though, you can't help but find them cute and instead turn your ire towards your brother

paul ends up being (playfully) yelled at by you before you happily go back to kimi and ollie, cuddling them

paul is just glad that everything is finally sorted, to be honest

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