#and if Taylor’s team wanted to stop being weird they would say something too

[ipoddymouth]

tbh i don’t think anything m*tty’s said or done is like……THAT bad to warrant all the media around it BUT I do think the way him/taylor and her team have chosen to handle it is WILD dkdkssksksk

[leclerc-s]

the blue - part eight

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zendaya amelia grace holland be honest. how many songs ave you written about oscar?

amelia holland

sam holland the better question is how many songs have you written about fake scenarios in your head?

amelia holland oh that one's easy at least five. this month. i've got a really good one called i should hate you, i wrote that one with aaron.

tuwaine barrett DID CHARLES HELP PRODUCE THIS AGAIN??

amelia holland i think he almost shit himself when he found out aaron was also producing this one. tuwaine barrett CHAMELIA MY BELOVED! GET THIS MAN ON STAGE WITH TAYLOR FOR A SURPRISE SONG! amelia holland he's been on my ass about that to. did you team up with him or something? tuwaine barrett why? did he say someting?

harry holland speaking of charles, how's texas? is it fun?

amelia holland it's hot as fuck.

amelia holland you're in texas now? any plans on coming home?

amelia holland kinda promised oscar and lando that i'd stick around for the triple header. there's a week off in between vegas and brazil but lando's birthday is a few days before vegas and abu dhabi is the next weekend. so i'm not sure. might be home for a couple days at most.

harrison osterfield it's almost like oscar's career is monopolizing all of your time

sam holland for the record none of us have problem with it. this is the first time in a long time we've seen you happy. if traveling with oscar makes you happy, do it. harrison's being a dick, ignore him. but like also please come home for the holidays?

amelia holland is that his default setting? - danny ric

amelia holland sorry about that, the fake american took my phone.

amelia holland real american here, is that his default setting? - logan sargeant

amelia holland charles here! is that his default?

amelia holland this group is tragic. ours is much more fun - max

amelia holland I CAN FINALLY STOPPED BE CALLED NORIZZ BECAUSE CLEARLY THE SECOND STRING LOSER HAS LESS THAN ME! - LANDO

amelia holland i would never piss a songwriter off because you'll be branded as the second string loser for the rest of your life. - pierre

amelia holland i swear they’re normally house-trained - oscar

amelia holland he's lying - alex

tom holland YOU HAVE A GROUPCHAT WITH THEM??

amelia holland it's quite fun. murder is threatened at least 3 times a day and lestappen is in full force. it is no just for the camera, i genuinely think they're in love with each other

amelia holland yuki’s quite violent, in case anyone was wondering. he may be pocket sized but he holds a lot of rage

harry holland and who exactly is in this group chat and why haven’t we been invited?

amelia holland the twitch quartet, max, daniel, yukierre, estie bestie and his two husbands, twinkclaren, and me

harrison osterfield you call your boyfriend a twink?

amelia holland it’s a term of endearment - lando

amelia holland she calls lando a fucking weenie and she called someone a weird second string loser, so i’m okay with twink - oscar

amelia holland WE'RE KIDNAPPING AMELIA! WE'RE IN TEXAS BABY! - DANNY RIC

amelia holland SAVE US! - CHARLES & MAX

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someone's super excited to be back in texas COTA! pre-quali look with oscaroo. he's not happy at the moment, says it's too hot to be in texas. i agree. :) logan said he knew a place and took us to cane's. clearly one of them is happy to be here.

ameliaholland the plans made it out of the group chat, so when in texas...

tagged: oscarpiastri, lilymhe, francesca.cgomes, alexandrasaintmleux, danielricciardo, landonorris, maxverstappen1, charles_leclerc, alex_albon, logansargeant, yukitsunoda, pierregasly, georgerussell63, estebanocon, mickschumacher, lancestroll

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tuwaine I HAVE NEVER WANTED TO BE IN TEXAS SO BAD

↳ ameliaholland you're missing out so bad tuwaine

tomholland2013 AMELIA GRACE HOLLAND YOU BETTER NOT BE DRINKING!

↳ ameliaholland i'm not? there's a heineken in my hand? it's non alcoholic.

↳ landonorris she literally had shots with max. she's a liar.

↳ ameliaholland shut the fuck up norizz.

username oh god, i've never wanted to be apart of a friend group this bad

username thank goodness someone put boots on the correct way. if i saw another picture or video of the drivers with their jeans tucked into their boots i would riot.

↳ username i hope daniel scolded them for doing so.

samholland1999 PUT SOME PANTS ON AMELIA!

↳ ameliaholland I AM WEARING PANTS! IT'S CALLED SHORTS DINGBAT! IT'S HOT IN TEXAS

username now this is a group i never thought i would see hanging out. at least not all of them together.

username this is so iconic of them wtf?

georgerussell63 i have never met someone who can out drink max, please join us the next time we go out.

↳ harryholland64 did not know my little sister can out drink max verstappen but i'm somehow proud?

↳ username this just in, something max verstappen is not good at doing, out drinking amelia holland.

lilymhe we have to do this again!

↳ francesca.cgomes we do!

↳ alexandrasaintmleux oh, we should

↳ ameliaholland give me a time a place and i'll be there!

↳ carmenmundt count me in too! i would love to meet amelia.

↳ username icons meeting other icons, love to see it.

finish the lyrics with lando norris and oscar piastri

comments

user we were robbed of cowboy oscar!

user lando and the holland brothers being the captains of the oscar x amelia ship is so funny to me

user but who did lando call a dick and why?

↳ user probably harrison, if the context clues we've been provided are anything to go by.

↳ user lando has been their biggest defender since day 1 and i stand by that

user was i the only one who caught that brocedes reference?

↳ user lando knew what he was doing making that joke.

user lando casually wanted to remind everyone that oscar's brother-in-law is spider-man.

↳ user had to quickly flex on spidey's biggest fan, estie.

user and to think this whole joke started because of a taylor song.

user HE CALLED HIM A MUPPET!! THIS IS MONUMENTAL!

user lando is oscar and amelia's biggest defender, you can't change my mind.

↳ user it's oscmelia girl, get it right.

↳ user you're right my bad, terribly sorry.

harrison osterfield i don't exactly appreciate your friend and boyfriend calling me a dick online.

amelia holland and i didn't appreciate being strung along for almost 2 years...

sam holland HOW LONG?

tom holland but he was with his ex for almost a year?

tuwaine barrett oh damn

harry holland you have got to be fucking kidding me harrison.

zendaya never trust blonde men with blue eyes

amelia holland what about max and logan? zendaya never trust blonde men with blue eyes whose name starts with an h or a j. those two you can trust.

tom holland by the way how's oscar doing? we watched the race.

amelia holland a bit bummed about the dnf but that's the way things go in this sport. besides it's not like it can get any worse than this.

TWO HOURS LATER

amelia holland HOW COULD I BE SO FUCKING WRONG?!

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💋 i'm totally going to lose tonight... you're looking at the winner of the bowling tournament. it was luck really, but operation cheer up charles and oscar was a success.

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¡leclerc-s speaks! just when you think he can't get any worse, he does! i have very strong opinions about texas, in case that wasn't obvious. texas was my breaking point + brazil, in case you couldn't tell who my favorite drivers were, you do now.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

[devine-fem]

I wanted to talk about Damian’s sexuality.

That comes out weird, I know but this is prompted more so because I saw someone post about how he’s always been straight and op didn’t understand how people were so surprised when he started dating Nika. Then someone took a jab at Damijon + another person who said they didn’t understand the concept of Damian not understanding queerness.

I think that Damian doesn’t understand queerness but I’ll get into it toward the end of the post.

This will be put in two parts. One for Damian and how he feels about his sexuality and Damian’s internalized homophobia.

Let’s start with his canon love interest; Flatline. Flatline unlike his other attempted love interests was supposed to be taken seriously and didn’t suck. Compared to the others on this list, we should be rejoicing at Flatline.

Then this person used panels where it suggested that Damian had a sexual interest in a woman.

Almost every single person Damian has been interested in has been treated like a joke and not taken seriously. Some women are much too old for him and just awful picks.

Katana… why… stop please. Another example of them only doing it as a joke. This is so weird considering she’s much older.

Supergirl. Another joke. And much older.

Djinn… I don’t even know why…

Cassie Sandsmark… in a Earth, nice one Tom Taylor.

He has a couple more one off ones that weren’t taken seriously as well.

I know he got a cheek kiss from Emiko. He also dated Raven in an animation but I feel it was more a plot device. Also there are a lot of sexual jokes about Damian and I hate because he’s supposed to be ten by that time… there were some weird sexual impilcations when he teamed up with steph and I don’t know why writers do that instead of exploring the potential of their characters together and relationship…

Now let’s get into how Damian personally feels about his sexuality.

He jabs at romance and the concept of it a lot.

In Robin 2021 he also was very against romance but it was more as a way to sheild himself from his feelings. The only real confirmation that Damian is attracted to woman is Nika. So thank you, Nika. Anything other than that is just comphet to me at least.

This is also why he’s hc as Aro, Ace or Demi because he literally shows no interest in romance and the only times he does it feels like the writer has forgotten his personality.

TW: SEXUAL ASSAULT.

People don’t talk about that time Damian was kind of drugged/mind controlled and sexually assaulted… I’m not sure if people don’t perceive it that way but it seemed like SA to me.

She’s much older than him. He’s a ten year old. The way she’s speaking… her being naked. Damian telling her he doesn’t like it. Him not being in his right frame of mind… it reads this way to me.

Listen, I don’t understand how you can interpret Damian as any sexuality anyway when he’s so young. Only when he’s thirteen/fourteen can it truly be explored.

Although, Damian saying he won’t/can’t feel that way also proves my case.

He’s never really shown a whole bunch of interest in anyone.

—— End of trigger.

Now for the internalized homophobia.

So, the arguement is “he’s too smart not to know about queer culture…” What? What part of not knowing about queer culture makes you stupid?

Damian grew up in a very controlled environment where he was taught how to survive, taught how to lead and how to feel. What part of his schedule would fit in learning about queerness?

Internalized homophobia is in no way a bad thing and personally, as others do as well, see it as another way to queer code because its something a lot of queer people experience. This doesn’t negate the attraction to woman by the way but that doesn’t mean Damian can’t be interpreted as some other type of queer.

There’s also people who like to negate and ignore this part of Damian’s character but… why? These moments are part of important comics with his character. Damian was young and didn’t know much about well, anything. If you’re not personally queer yourself then you have no real incentive to learn about queerness.

There’s nothing really wrong with it. Even if Damian used gay as more of an insult. I doubt he knew what being queer was outside of “When boy likes boy.”

Also, he makes some comments often that come off… not the best.

I still really don’t think its bad and can be interesting if explored.

This also coupled with his culture shock, probably adds to his confusion on certain cultures.

I mean, he doesn’t know all that much. He’s not exactly mister super genius when it comes to real life things as well.

He doesn’t know what laffy taffy is… come on.

All this evidence doesn’t even matter anyway because it’s confirmed that when he does go to pride that knows literally nothing about it and has to be EXPLAINED by a friend about how it came about and how it works but people get so upset about that.

I don’t know what Damian’s sexuality could possibly be but I just don’t personally think he knows either and that has nothing to do with Damijon or any ship, but with canon.

I wanted to go more indepth to this but yeah, internalized homophobia Damian is very close to me.

[lokisivy]

This Is why we can't have nice things - Eddie Munson

part 5

NOTE I am adding a new character his name is Alex and he is on the basketball team i imagine him as Conrad Fisher

It's been 3 weeks since I got kicked out of Hellfire, Cheerleading was going good I had the attention I wanted. Eddie had to deal with the Basketball team giving him shit in class and at lunchtime he got into 5 fights this week alone Im surprised he hasn't been suspended yet.

Jason was throwing a party today after his basketball game I was obviously invited knowing Eddie this will be a good opportunity to sell drugs. He will be there.

I was in the locker room changing from my cheer uniform to the dress I got for the party today it was a satin dress that hugged every curve in my body.

"Are you gonna wear that for the party?" Robin asked I was nervous it showed a lot more skin than I would have liked.

"Yes, is it bad should I go home and change it?" I said panic attacking my expression

"girl if I was straight I'd be gay for you in that dress." she joked knowing I knew she was gay.

"Really thank god," I sigh in relief. "Eddie will go crazy for it" she smirked "ROBIN" I smack her shoulder playfully "What don't tell me you are not wearing it for Alex," she said in defence.

yes, I wore it to make his blood boil I mean he is a man after all. It wasn't the fact that Eddie kicked me out of hell fire that enraged me is how he acted after we fucked this is why we can have nice things.

"How are things with Vickie," I asked trying to change the subject.

"I think she likes me Im not sure it's just the looks she gives me is so weird I don't want to fuck up what we have over me kissing her or telling her how I feel I'm trying my best to keep my chill." Robin yaps

"Relax take a breath just look out for hints and ask questions that might lead you somewhere. "

"I saw you with Alex the other day after chemistry." She said closing her locker she wore baggy jeans with a cute top.

"I was helping him with some homework" I giggled following her out to the school parking lot "was that homework included kissing him?"

"I didn't kiss him he kissed me" I clarified Alex was sweet and kind he wasn't like the other guys on the team he is cute but I don't know he might just pity me. The rumours started after hellfire that I was a victim of Eddie's cult or that I was groomed but Eddie was Almost 4 years older than me so our age gap wasn't a big one I turn 18 next week.

"So take your chance he is hot you are hot and clearly isn't as complicated as Eddie." She said opening the passenger side of my car.

"if he asks me out I won't say no. " I turned on the engine.

"Good!" she exclaimed.

...

The party was big everyone in school was there i lost Robin 10 minutes into the party. It wasn't long till Alex found me and got me a drink.

"Can we go somewhere quiet?" he yelled through the music I nodded in response he took me to the backyard of the house it was much quieter there.

"I want to ask you something," he said to me his eye focused on mine it was enchanting. the realisation hit me he was gonna ask me to be his girlfriend I saw that coming from a mile away we had been spending so much time after class for the past 3 weeks he was handsome and kind but I didn't want to shut him down I think might develop feelings for him the only thing was stopping me was me being hung up on Eddie speaking of which my glanced at him in the corner of my eyes he was making out with a blond girl I couldn't place who she was but he was looking at me and Alex focused on us more than the girl with him.

"Sure ask away" I chuckled nervously my heart was beating faster by the minute. "I really Like you Y/N" he stated "I like you too Alex" I sheepishly answered he was nervous. " I want to ask you if you want to be my girlfriend" his voice deepened. Eddie was still looking at us raining on my parade

"I would love to be your girlfriend." I smiled he kissed me Alex kissed me it was soft and gentle like he was afraid to break me.

his hand slid on my cheeks deepening the kiss it was passionate not hungry and urgent, it was nice.

we went back to the rest of the party Alex yelled something through music to his friends I gathered that he was telling them that he asked me out and I said yes The next thing I knew I was crowd surfing.

god, this isn't how I pictured it going.

"Toast, toast, toast!" they cheered at me one of them giving me a drink and Alex carrying me on his shoulders

"Here is a toast to my real friends they don't care about the He said She said!" the crowd roared "And here is to my baby he doesn't care about what they are calling me lately." I scanned the room my eyes falling on Eddie the crowd going silent knowing where eyes looked "And here is to you because forgiveness is a nice thing to do" the crowd started murmuring Alex looked up at me confused until I started laughing so hard I if it wasn't for Alex holding me tight I would fell "I can't even say it with a straight face" they all started laughing cheering and drinking all the drinks in their hands. Alex dropped me down on my legs giving me a kiss

I took a glimpse at Eddie where I could swear I saw steam coming out of his ears. This is why we can't have nice things

[theywantedplayer]

May I request an angst with a happy ending. (Something like they lost connection a long time ago, but then they met each other again) with Mitch Marner please !💙

AN-Sorry that this took me so long. I like to do my requests in order from first to last hehe.

You were  nervous to say the least you haven't seen Mitch in over 2 years since your break up.   you're a social media manager for hockey teams, when you got this job you were still dating Mitch but you got relocated to a different hockey team the team being the Florida Panthers that was the whole reason why you and Mitch broke up you guys decided you couldn't do the distance.  but now you're back in Toronto now back  working with the Toronto Maple Leafs as their social media manager.

 you were excited to start working with the team again but you and Mitch had a lot of history, and knowing yourself  you still loved Mitch And you didn't know if you were going to be able to control yourself.

 you showed up to their 9:00 a.m. morning practice to take some videos and photos for the Twitter and tiktok account. you went and sat on their bench as you pulled out your camera and began to take some photos of the players. You've been texting back and forth with Auston  talking about the whole Mitch situation and how you were excited to come back to work.

You Started to take pictures of the players you looked through the lens of your camera as you were taking a photo of one player until you caught his face, your heart stopped as you moved away from your camera and looked at the player with your own eyes.

Mitch 

 this  was the first time you've seen him in person in 2 years. You didn't know if you should cry, be happy  or run over to him and slap him in the face for breaking your heart. You didn't do either of those, you just stood there. you were standing long enough that Mitch felt like someone was watching him and turned and made eye contact with you. He knew you were coming back but it doesn't mean he still wasn't surprised to see you. Should he go over and talk to you should you wave Mitch had no idea what to do. 

Later in the practice you were calling each player over one by one to ask them what their favorite Taylor Swift song for a tiktok. You were dreading it but you also couldn't lie you were a little bit excited to finally talk to Mitch. when one of the coaches told him to go to the bench you took a deep breath and got his attention.  he skated over to where you were standing

“Hey Mitch  I just got to ask you a question for The Tick Tock account” you told

“Ok shoot” He smiled 

“ what's your favorite Taylor Swift song”  you asked 

Mitch laughed in response 

“Y/n you already know” He laughed

You smiled Because it was true Micth played it every time in the car when you were together

“I know I know but it's for the tiktok” You smiled 

“Ok for the tiktok” He mocked making you laugh “My favorite Taylor Swift song is Enchanted by far” He answered 

You stop recording and put your phone in your pocket. Assuming Mitch  would skate away but when you looked back up he was still looking at you.

‘Sooo…. you excited to be back?” he asked 

“Yeah I very much prefer working here with you guys than I did with the Panthers” You Half joked

There was a long stretch of silence between you too, you didn't know what to say to break the ice. You could feel Mitch trying to make eye contact with you so you moved to meet him. There was a gentle smile on his face, as his eyes softened as you looked him in the eyes. You tried to hide your smile but Micth never failed to make you smile.

“I know it's weird” Micth spoke “ but I'm really glad you're back……….. really glad”

“I'm glad I'm back too” You shyly said 

Mitch shifted on his feet like he always did when he was a little uncomfortable and you couldn't blame him for being uncomfortable you also were a little bit.

“I really hope I'm not overstepping here” he said “ but me and some of the guys, we're going to go out to eat tonight………. do you maybe want to join” he asked 

Mitch was hoping you'd say yes. He wants to catch up, he wants to know what he's missed in your life. He wants to be part of your life like he used to be. Mitch Could see You weighing pros and cons in your head as you debated if you should go or not .

“Sure i'd like that” You decided

A grin spread across Mitch’s face when he heard your answer.

“You hope you still have my number, i'll text you tonight I'll pick you up” he yelled as he skated away

Of course you still have his number, you still have everything he gave you Even his jersey that he signed. Yeah you could have sold it out of anger and made at least a couple hundred bucks but you loved that Jersey as much as you loved him. 

[gwyns]

E/riel’s are really going crazy over SJM posting that Taylor Swift song, Guilty as Sin, on ber Instagram story. 😂 One E/riel even said “Not going to lie, I think Taylor is an ACOTAR fan. So many of her songs are coded for our girlies. I'm like she's had to have read these books!!!”

I feel like not everything that Sarah posts has to do with her books. Maybe she just wants to post/enjoy girly things without it being deep. If people want to headcanon it for their ship then that’s obviously fine, but some people are being way too aggressive about it. According to and E/riel, one Gwynriel on TikTok said it reminded them of Gwyn because sin makes them think of protested and the E/riel said “People will reach for anything”. So it’s okay for E/riel’s to make headcanons about the song, but Gwyn fans can’t? E/riel’s believe that song is their ship because of the religious language that mimics E/riel.

It kinda reminds me of how E/riel’s say Elain isn’t leaving the NC, but when SJM posted spring stuff on her story they were screaming Elain. Or when some came up with the theory that Azriel’s mother is living in the Spring Court because of his property being called Rosehall, and so they connected Elain to that. Azriel does have a property called Rosehall, but I’m pretty sure Tamlin does too in the SC. Also, it would be weird for Azriel’s mother to live in the SC. Wouldn’t he want his mother close to him just in case? And wouldn’t he and his mother have to get permission by the High Lord of Spring to live in his court? Funny how E/riel’s don’t place Elain in Spring unless it’s to their benefit/it connects her to Azriel. Gotta love that cherry picking.😂

or... and hear me out... taylor makes songs that can be applied to any ship in any fandom, much like a lot of other pop music. it's not that deep lol. e/riels really need to stop reaching so hard, they might throw their backs out if they're not careful

yeah, sjm isn't subtle or really sneaky at all but these new fans seem to think everyone has to leave hints and clues outside of their work, when she has never done that over the span of her decade old career. why start now? anything she writes will earn her millions anyway, seems unnecessary to me. i believe that sjm's new team is just trying to get engagement and that it doesn't go very far beyond that

oh e/riels have severe main character syndrome. they think everything is about them and their ship and if it isn't they twist facts and omit information to make it seem so. it's sad that a lot of them are grown ass adults too like girl... don't you have bills or something to worry about? but you're on social media bullying others over fictional pairings? embarrassing. i know i talk mad shit but god damn i don't keep up with them like they do gwyn fans/gwynriels. i spend my free time on things i don't claim to hate, weird i know! but honestly we all know they're secretly fans at this point 🤭

lmfaoooo they're so hypocritical it's insane. how is elain going to stay in the night court with her sisters, spy besties and broody bat "where she belongs" while also being in spring/tied to spring? we all know azriel is not leaving rhys or his court so... seems to me like you wouldn't want to connect elain to spring. you know something that eluciens and actual elain fans have been doing for years now? because we understand her character?? and yes! no way in hell does az's mom live in the spring court. no way. they're just killing off all their own critical thinking for fun at this point

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300 follower special (:

to celebrate 300 followers, here’s 100 prompts i’ve compiled (: send some in with either jack, trevor, or quinn, and i’ll be answering requests!

"buy me dinner first and we'll see"

"right now? babe, we're in public"

"ooo, that's not your job anymore"

"tell me everything's gonna be okay"

"yeah, yeah, you're cute. just stop smiling at me like that"

"i'm here if you need anything, okay?"

"let me take care of you for once"

"oh my god! why didn't you tell me it was this bad?!"

"i don't like people, but you're an exception"

"you're the only one that gets to call me that, you know?"

"i crave your affection, but i crave your silence even more so shut up"

"wait... are you braiding my hair?"

"i didn't know you were the cuddling type"

"you stepped on my foot you ass!"

"that's gonna leave a bruise"

"shit! i didn't mean to break your nose"

"please, don't go"

"it hurts. it hurts so bad"

"we can't be friends"

"you shouldn't be here"

"it doesn't feel like you care"

"i need you here. with me"

"i don't know what to do"

"my heart's broken"

"where did this come from?"

"who is _____ ?"

"i shouldn't have come here"

"it's like we've become strangers"

"who hurt you?"

"who did this to you?"

"please, say something"

"i'm not leaving you here"

"after all we've been through?"

"i'm proud of you"

"you'll always have a home here"

"ohmygod, it puked on me. IT PUKED ON ME!"

"where's it's off button?"

"being a parent is difficult"

"have fun dying alone"

"you know what would make me happy? IF YOU WENT TO FUCKING SLEEP"

"sorry, i was really drunk last night"

"i can be sexy AND sad"

"don't say weird things at a kid's soccer game"

"hey, 20 dollars is 20 dollars"

"awe, you do love me"

"listen, we have very thin walls and i heard you blasting taylor swift, are you okay?"

"you locked yourself out too?"

"truth hurts, doesn't it?"

"it's good to see you"

"i need you."

"i'll be there in five"

"you're a terrible liar"

"you should keep your day job because you'll never make it as an actor"

"i brought you dinner"

"you deserve better."

"you've changed"

"you always find a way to surprise me"

"i never meant to fall in love with you, i just did"

"you're the only person i want to be with tonight"

"you're the first person i thought to call"

"if you make a noise, they'll find us. so be quiet"

"scoot over, i want to sit next to you"

"you can't stay in bed all day"

"you called me, remember?"

"what do you mean you're sick? you're my partner in crime!"

"you're such a nerd"

"i'm here for you. always"

"yeah, but you love me"

"holy shit, you're gorgeous. will you marry me?"

"are you judging me because i'm eating cake for breakfast?"

"you're not serenading me with one direction" "watch me"

"don't move, you're comfortable"

"can i use your steam shower?"

"why do i have to pretend?"

"i haven't broken into your apartment in weeks! by the way, you're almost out of peanut butter."

"is that a hickey?" "no, it's a mosquito bite"

"okay... now when is the baby?"

"i'm not crying. my eyes are sweating"

"dude, she said i have pretty eyes!"

"i kinda just ran five redlights to see you, so please let me in"

"nothing is going to change the way i look at you"

"i need to say hi to my girl"

"i don't want better, i want you"

"so this is it?"

"is this what chivalry is now?"

"i wouldn't want to spend a minute loving anybody else"

"repsectfully, shut the fuck up"

"this is why your ass loss at mario kart"

"your pancakes suck ass"

"if anyone asks, this never happened"

"don't get used to me being nice"

"i don't have a bed time"

"you're sleeping on the couch"

"i've taken five naps in the past 24 hours. personally speaking, i think something's wrong"

"i would drop everything for you"

"wake me up in 3-5 business days"

"i'm quite hilarious, actually"

"i'm sorry for calling you a little bitch"

"i've got 99 problems and i'm every single one of them"

"not my team, not my problem"

gif creds: @jurislafkovsky @jonasiegenthaler

[abeinginsand]

Swiftli + videogames for the hc ask? (are videogames one word or two...?)

Thank you for the ask and, yes, videogames works as a one-word prompt! :) Ao3 ---- "Hey, Link..."

"Hm?"

"Link, c'mon, let me ask you something."

Lincoln's half asleep, watching Taylor play some persona series game in the Swift family living room on a Friday evening. Was it persona 3? 4? ...Or maybe 5? There were probably other numbers, either way, something about watching Taylor stubbornly replay a dungeon fight for the sixth time was quite the effective lullaby.

"Liiiinnnkkk"

At least, it would be if his friend stopped trying to get his attention.

"Yes," The athlete says after a few minutes, closing his eyes and resting heavier against Taylor's side.

"You haven't heard the question yet! What if i asked you something weird?"

"Weirder than that time I carried you on my shoulders and used your feet to signal you when to strike?"

"It's not weird if it's cool."

"Mhm, fair point, rule of cool....is cool, yeah, dude."

His head is resting on his shorter friend's own as he talks in an increasingly quieter way. It would be a lie to say their hair was soft and comfortable. The grease prevented that but at least the somewhat messy hair smelled nice. Like a mix of cherry blossoms and honey, a side effect of Taylor's want to try a new perfume and body wash out each month. Personally Linc preferred sticking to generic non-scented brands for himself (or whatever was available).

He's picturing a soccer team full of walking and talking body care products when Taylor, having enough of being ignored, pauses his game and squeezes one of Lincoln's hands. His tail was wrapped around one of the soccer player's legs before. Now it was lightly smacking against the couch. Linc gets the signal that this may be something more important than he assumed. He sits up, eyes opening, and looks over to his friend.

"Okay, I'm sorry. Really tired today, but you've got me now, Tay. What's up?"

"Can I stay over at your house next week?"

"Yeah, of course," Lincoln replies, making sure to squeeze Taylor's hand back now. Though its not combat, he finds himself switching quickly over to protective paladin mode. Looking Taylor over for scrapes or other signs of discomfort. Its not the first time the anime-lover asked to come over, but it is one of the rare times Taylor's happy tone doesn't match his gaze. "Is your mom okay?" "Yeah, she's good. I got a text from her earlier and--" Taylor smiles, because he loves his mom and will take most opportunities to talk about her and her work. The text sits heavy in his stomach anyway. Feels like the expired bag of pocky he had one time at a con and he was hoping gaming would help get rid of the feeling. (It hadn't) "She said there were technical issues with the recording equipment and stuff, so she'll be gone for another week." "Oh, that's..." "And I don't mind. Mom seems really happy with this gig and we're going to voice call on Monday too." Taylor lets go of Linc's hand now, arms crossed as he presses into the arm rest. He's got his arms resting on his knees now, legs pulled close to himself as he keeps on talking. "It'll be great and we'll go out to eat when she gets back. I'm thinking about sending her a cake today." "Shouldn't she be sending you one? It's your birthday on Monday." Whatever smile Taylor had on falls completely and Lincoln regrets blurting that out right away. He really did like Ms. Swift a lot, but sometimes Linc...felt frustrated with her on his friend's behalf. She'd missed his birthday last year too--and like fair, there was a whole apocalypse going on. But how many other birthdays had she missed before all of that? There's a sound of a sniffle and Lincoln refrains from saying anything else on the topic. He watches Taylor rub at his face with a hoodie sleeve. The athlete moves over to his companion's side of the couch and offers a hug. His friend is quick to tackle him, leading both to fall and lay onto the couch cushions fully. The game controller topples to the floor and seems some button got pressed to resume the fight. Music plays as the sniffling turns to muffled sobs. "Better think about your game. Are you sure your next move's the right one for you?"

Link's only sure of his worry at the moment and tries to ignore the noisy song. Taylor's laying his head on his chest and Linc has one arm around him, the other gently combing through his hair. A few more verses pass them by as the shorter teen calms down. "You'll never see it coming. You'll see that my mind is too fast for eyes!" The taller boy looks up at the ceiling, trying to think of what to say to cheer his friend up. "...Hey, Taylor," He says in a similar tone as when the other teen called to him earlier and then adds, "I have a question." Link feels a little squeeze of his shirt in the hug and continues talking. "Its about the game and I figured you're the best person to ask." His friend's demon tail is now moving again, swaying in the air from side to side though Taylor keeps their face hidden in the fabric of Link's garfield comic strip patterned hoodie. Lincoln hears the gamer take a shaky breath. "What do you wanna know?" "If we could army of two beat up the...phantom...phantom uh insert name here. Could we take the whole group down? If we met them in some place like goofs realm. Instead of that evil baby, we have a kitty with a sword to fight. How would that go?" Taylor starts laughing a little at the 'insert name here' and 'evil baby' comments. Link grins at the sound (and the feeling of the vibration too). Success The song lyrics fade into the background. Afterward, the ranger lifts his head up. Any tear tracks are overshadowed by the passionate twinkle now back in his gaze and tone. He rambles about how they'd take on the phantom thieves properly together. Lincoln still doesn't know much about the game, but its always nice to hear Taylor talk about something he loves. He listens mostly and adds in his thoughts or more laughter here and there. Eventually, the two end up falling asleep, this time Taylor dozing off first. Disappointment, frustration, and the game itself all but forgotten for the moment. .

.

. Lincoln wakes up the next morning to find a blanket wrapped around them both and the game screen on a paused battle success image. There's the sound of Mr. Foster very loudly bumping into stuff in the kitchen too. Probably due to wings if Lincoln had to guess. Its easy to notice who it is anyway based on the familiar low voice sputtering curse words and pondering 'where the hell does Cass keep the sugar again?' After all the chaos of the world was mostly dealt with, Taylor's dad was making more efforts to visit more. Especially when Cass had to go on long trips like currently. The revelation of the hell prince being there leads to him nudging Taylor awake. He's about to offer his companion their cane until Taylor winces. Its easy to carry him into the kitchen instead though and nice to get the chance to hold onto Taylor a little longer. After some hugs and other greetings, the three have a nice breakfast. All of this may not make Taylor miss his mom any less; however, its a heartwarming reminder that he isn't alone this time. That he's still surrounded with his loved ones. He will have that chance to celebrate next week whether it be through the phone, sharing breakfast with his dad before he heads to work, or with an exciting week-long sleepover with his best bud.

[greatwyrmgold]

Wormfic idea, which I will definitely not write, inspired by watching one too many videos about death game anime:

So, one day, Kevin Norton dies and Scion takes it badly. And, well...he decides to torch the Earth and start over on a new planet. But he needs a partner, which he decides to create via what we would call a death game.

One day, all parahumans fall unconscious at the same time for a few minutes. During that time, they have a strange, vivid dream, where they absorb glowing humanoid silhouettes until they ascend into a weird multidimensional...thing, joining another like it.

A few things happen immediately afterwards.

First, a bunch of parahumans are dead; some were driving cars on the highway, or fighting non-parahumans, or...rock climbing or something. But also, Glaistig Uaine dies. Scion took her shard to start collecting all the loose shards that don't have hosts, mostly because an absurdly powerful parahuman who already wants to be part of the Entities' cycle would throw off this entire fic.

Second, trigger events stop happening. It takes a while for anyone to notice, though, because of the third thing: Parahumans who kill other parahumans absorb their shards, giving them a secondary-power-tier version of that parahuman's power(s), tweaked to fit their primary power. This thing is discovered quickly, and becomes a problem.

There are some obvious differences between this scenario and your Mirai Nikkis or Platinum Ends. For instance, there are millions of players around the world, with virtually no rules or clear directions. The prize for winning is sort of apotheosis, but the players don't know that for certain and definitely don't know the ramifications of that apotheosis.

Anyways, at first most parahumans (heroes and villains alike) disavow the death game, saying that they won't avoid killing other parahumans more than they had been but also won't actively try to hunt down other parahumans to Megaman their powers.

This quickly breaks down, since some parahumans (the Slaughterhouse Nine, maybe the Teeth, possibly Cauldron, definitely other teams) don't care, and start accumulating new powers. Other parahuman organizations feel like they need to do something to avoid getting overrun by the murderers, and some promptly turn on each other.

I, being the kind of nerd I am, connect this to theories of interstate anarchy, particularly the Paradox of Security. Basically, polities concerned for their own security accumulate military power, which reduces the security of their neighbors and rivals, leading to them doing the same. These actions at best waste productive resources and at worst reduce everyone's security, in the name of individual polities feeling more secure. But you don't have to be so intellectual about it if you don't want.

How do Taylor and the Undersiders react to this? Alec probably suggests murder, but the leaders would probably be a bit more hesitant. But they need to do something to avoid being murdered by their rival villains, or even the superheroes if they get desperate enough (or are Armsmaster or something)...

[thegreatandpowerfulversy]

Siberian definitely knew exactly how to act around Bitch. And also, it's the Slaughterhouse Nine, who isn't trying to play a long con on their own team there? So yeah, this is somewhat of a twist, but it's not entirely out of left field.

And Amy's back! With a plan Skitter says definitely won't put her in any danger... but it's a Skitter plan. I don't think that's how Skitter plans work.

Tattletale, NO.

Why is everyone constantly so awful to Amy? Literally every single person in her life. Even the people supposedly trying to save her from the S9.

...We're not Weiss?

Sorry, RWBY joke over now. Though if I'm thinking of these two together now, I would like to see Skitter rot Ozpin's dick off with brown recluses...

Neither do I! Neither does Glory Girl!

Neither does Panacea!

Of course there's a Cauldron tattoo. Everyone weird and powerful and important has a Cauldron tattoo! But the swan is new...

Well FUCK.

She didn't notice "Tattletale" was quite a bit shorter than usual, or "Grue" was thinner? How does this stuff work, picking and choosing which features of people you're allowed to recognize and put to a name and which you can't?

Okay apparently I forgot to crop this one and I don't recall precisely where I was going to. Downsides to reading Worm in tiny print on a tiny screen after being awake 17 hours, I suppose.

Real power move with the "you call yourself a supervillain?" "I call myself Skitter" exchange though. It reminds me of that person who was like "my pronouns are I/me and the rest are other people's problem to figure out".

Leave her alone, Jack, that's not being any kinder than all the people who kept telling her she had to be good. You're just reinforcing all of Carol's shit that she internalized about destiny and all that.

Oops! Real "I didn't ask how big the room was, I said I cast fireball" vibes here.

EXTREMELY BISEXUAL MOMENT INCOMING

Okay that's not Brian or Lisa, but still. GAAAAAYYYYYYYYY

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

I assume the "no tongue" requirement is purely so Taylor doesn't give Lisa an overdose of the prion cure. If she limits it to just what will cure Lisa, then Taylor keeps more in herself to reproduce faster, so she can go on spreading it to everyone else. Lisa knew that, obviously. If it weren't such an urgent life or death situation, she absolutely would have asked for tongue.

Ah, warlord Skitter... back in her territory at last. No longer having to fight overpowered supervillains every other hour round the clock, she can finally go home and relax and absolutely terrorize the poor fools who thought she might be dead. Fun times!

No hard limit? Even the speed of light? He'd probably turn into something at that speed, but he sure could cross a lot of distance. Depending where the planets are in their orbits, he could head out to anywhere in the solar system and be back in a day. Imagine the science he could help with, just by carrying a couple of CubeSats in a backpack!

Ah, so he has thought about space travel. It does seem perfectly tailored for interstellar flight at just below c, in rest mode for however many years it takes to reach the destination. But the real power there is stopping instantly. What this man needs is a tinker who can fit him with a device that stores all that kinetic energy he's losing instead of just letting his breaker power destroy it. He flies out at near light speed somewhere, comes to a stop instantly to charge up truly incomprehensible amounts of power, and then you've got the power cell for any superweapon you want.

So is the Number Man a precog too? I know he was originally mentioned as a banker, but clearly he's high up in Cauldron.

Also even if you think you're good at detecting lies, why would you trust anything anyone at Cauldron tells you. Especially if, as Legend pointed out, alternate realities make it trivial to cover your tracks?

Also, seeing that all three of the Triumvirate are working with Cauldron is... not encouraging, to say the least. There's something shady going on here, likely a thousand different somethings shady going on, and the Protectorate is compromised. If only Skitter knew, she'd have a field day seeing that all the so-called "heroes" are useless and no better than her team.

[teddydrawshockey]

People say Sid, and that’s chill. Maybe he fits the bill. But honestly this guy strikes me as more of an OCD person. Some of his superstitions: the fact that one of his teammates said he wouldn’t visit because the guy had a black cat. Or one thing I read that always intrigued me was that he has to walk around a trash can in the locker room before the team can go out. Nobody else can touch his stick after it’s been taped. He’s got some of the same gear from way too long ago, and he’s asked guys to stop wearing things when they go on losing streaks with said outfits.

He could be an incredibly superstitious person, and maybe that’s just the way he is. I’ll be the first to admit he’s a complex person- and just kinda weird. Lovably weird. But I feel like superstitions usually have to do with oneself and not always others. And I find it hard to believe Sid of all people, would go out of his way to tell somebody to stop doing something just for his own benefit, unless it truly affected him mentally. Again, maybe he just is that insane in the membrane. Who knows.

And of course this is all speculation, but it wouldn’t be crazy to suggest that perhaps it’s possible. OCD latches onto things we love or focus on immensely. When I did marching band, I was on the dance team. We counted in eights for routines, and during that time and a long time after I counted everything in eights. My steps, roller hockey shots, blinking, brushing my teeth, breathing, walking, etc. for Sid, it might be the McDonald’s M, or that five pm PB&J sandwich. Some OCD is accompanied by ‘magic thinking’ some is not. His could be, ‘if I don’t do this, we lose.’ Or, ‘if I do this, something terrible may happen.’

An example of that would be the fact that he doesn’t like to see his family on game days. It’s a good example of, ‘if I see them, I’ll get hurt again,’ seeing as the last time he spoke with his sister Taylor before a game, he got a concussion. I’m usually not wrapped up in people or their mental health. I don’t truly pay much mind. But this has been something that I’ve always been curious about. Especially after Jason Zucker had spoken about his own OCD in an interview. He highlighted his as being a, ‘neat freak,’ which he could have possibly been using OCD as an adjective, but it’s always hard to tell. And it’s also hard to be able to tell when you don’t see or hear of Sid’s reactions when something is interrupted or tampered with. For some -myself included- physical tics have formed over time when stressors interfere with my day and my routines. I blink hard or curl my toes. I stretch my sides until they feel evenly done to the point that they may be sore the next day, and I pick my skin and dig my nails into my palms. We don’t see that from Sid. No doubt because he is an incredibly private person. Or physical tics -if he has OCD- just might not be his thing. It could be panic attacks, or compulsive thoughts or repeated words. The list goes on.

Either way, Crosby will always give off the vibe of either a dude manifesting OCD in hockey, or an insanely superstitious person who’s gonna be known as the village crazy lady one day.

But this is all just my unnecessarily vast opinion on the subject. And something I find fun and interesting to discuss because I feel like Obsessive Compulsive Disorder doesn’t get enough stage time when people want to start talking about mental health. And it’s always incredibly misconstrued by others. So even if he doesn’t have OCD, then maybe this was educational in some way. 😂

I feel like at least some jocks are just autistic people with a special interest in sports.

[mwuaferrari]

QUESTION...? — LANDO NORRIS

summary: Lando and Maia had been friends with benefits for a while. A relationship where she gave a lot and received little. Where he was focused on his work and was the only thing that had his attention. And where he realized too late what he had before he lost it.

pairing: lando norris x maia (reader)

words: 4.6K

warnings: Some bad words, a lot of angst, toxic relationships. Also, English is not my native language, so any spelling or writing error is the fault of the translator hehe.

notes: Attention with his friend Aurora, MAYBE she will appear in a following story with another driver;)

MATERLIST TAYLOR SWIFT SERIES

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Lando and Maia had mutual friends, she was friends with Max Fewtrell so it was almost impossible that they didn't know about each other. They officially met at a party where Lando was DJing for fun. It was when he saw her in the crowd dancing with her friends, wearing an orange dress and moving freely as if there was no one else around her. 

He never stopped looking at her and he didn't mind looking like a psychopath, even when he was sitting at the bar he couldn't take his eyes off her, not even with her friend Max's comment about it. “You're already being weird. If you're not going to talk to her, please stop staring at her like that." 

So Maia felt a gaze on her and she surveyed the place for a few seconds until she found curious eyes a few meters away, barely visible among the crowd and the darkness of the place. 

Suddenly she began to walk towards them at a steady pace, and at that moment Lando thought that she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life. 

—Hey Max! It's been a long time since we saw each other.—The girl gave the man a warm hug. 

—Yes! I think the last time we saw each other was at that festival a few months ago. How have you been? This is my friend Lando, by the way. 

—I've been wonderful, actually. Thank you for asking— Without stopping smiling, she directs her gaze towards the brunette, who was in a kind of trance— Ah yes, Lando, your friend who is now a driver in Formula 1, or am I wrong? Hello, nice to meet you. 

Lando is still in shock until his friend elbows him in the ribs. 

—You're a Mclaren fan.

—What? 

—No, it was a joke. You know, because of the color of your dress. It's the same color as my team, Mclaren, orange— After Lando's answer, Max hits his face with his hand, embarrassed. Then he walks away from them, getting a confused look from the other two. 

—Sorry, that was so stupid. You're so beautiful and I was just trying to flirt. 

Maia finally laughs. 

—Let me tell you, you're terrible at flirting, and I'm also more of a Ferrari fan type, I'm so sorry. But thanks for the compliment, you're cute too.

Just a couple of minutes later they were both in one of the on-site bathrooms, sloppy hands trailing over each other's bodies eagerly as they desperately kissed.

6 month later

“We had one thing going on, I swear that it was something ´cause I don't remember who I was before you painted all my nights in color I've searched for since”. 

Maia and Lando continued to see each other, but their relationship hadn't fully progressed. They had decided to remain a kind of friends with benefits. Neither of them were really looking for a relationship; Lando just wanted to focus on his Formula 1 career, she was scared of how well known he was and what it would do to her fans to see him with someone like her. But she was in love, finally she fell harder, while he looked less and less interested. 

—I should go, it's late.—Lando says as he play with her bra strap. 

—Why don't you stay?—she asks carefully, already knowing the answer but wanting to try to get him to stay anyway. 

—You know I can't, darling, tomorrow I have to travel and the next day the practices start and… 

—...And you have to rest, I know.—She stands up a little and leans on her elbow to look into his eyes. She raises her hand and begins to caress the curlers of his hair lovingly.—But you can rest here anyway. You can sleep with me, tomorrow we get up, I can make breakfast and... 

—No, I'm sorry.—He was already pulling away from her touch and getting up from the bed as he put on his clothes that were scattered around the room.

—What?— her voice muffled by her blankets. 

When he finishes getting dressed, he turns to her, curious that she didn't respond to him. She always insisted for a while, but now she had gone quiet, lying back down and pulling her blankets up until they were completely covered up to her head.

—Maia...

—Honey please, we've talked about this before.—he says in an obviously tired voice.—You knew the terms when we started, I have to do my best at my job, and I can't… 

—I know, just go. 

—Come on Maia, don't be mad.—Lando finally walks over to the bed again and tries to pull the blankets off of her. As he does, she quickly turns her back on him, trying to hide the tears that streamed down her cheeks. 

—I'm not mad Lando, it's fine. Go away, it's late— And she wasn't lying. She wasn't angry...she was sad. 

He stands there for a few seconds looking at her, then sighs heavily, takes his things and leaves the apartment. 

“can i ask you a question? (...) did you leave her house in the middle of the night?” 

Two days later Lando and his teammate Daniel meet in the Mclaren garage by chance while resting in the gap between practice 1 and 2. 

—And when will you bring your girlfriend to the paddock?—The dark-haired man asks as he finishes lacing up his shoes. 

—She's not my girlfriend, I've already told you thousands of times. And I also told you not to say it so loud... 

—Why? Don't you want people to know you have a girlfriend?— He teases him as he stands up and looks around the garage. 

—Daniel… 

—Bro, I don't understand why you make such a big deal, would it be so bad if you guys were officially a couple?

—You know that I want to concentrate on my career mainly. If I have a girlfriend, I am going to lose focus on what I really have to pay attention to. 

—Come on Lando, she's magnificent and she only brings positive things to your life. I don't know why you would think that being her boyfriend could negatively influence your work if all she does is give you love. Who is the person who is constantly supporting you in everything? Who is the one who is always believing in you when you don't? Don't let her go my friend, you would be very stupid if you let her go. Give yourself a chance.

When Daniel finishes speaking, a smile on his face as always, he gives Lando a friendly pat on the back and walks away from him. 

That's when the gears in Lando's little head begin to turn. It's true, you are his motivation to continue, to be the best. Maybe Daniel was right, maybe they could take the next step. But Lando had one thing clear: he had to start putting more of his part, because he was aware that he is the one who gives less in the relationship, and she did not deserve that. 

He spent Friday practicing, qualifying Saturday finishing P7. He finally made it to race day Sunday finishing 5th. He couldn't get Maia out of his head ever since, but it wasn't a distraction, it was a motivation. So after his celebrations in the paddock, Lando decides that he is going to send her a message. Upon unlocking his phone, he sees that he already has a message. 

By Maia to Lando: Hey, congratulations on the race, you were great :)

By Maia to Lando: By the way, I want to talk to you about something. Let me know when you have time and I can call you X

By Lando to Maia: Hello sweetheart, thank you very much, I'm very happy… I was going to say exactly the same thing. I will be at the hotel at approximately 8pm, do you think I should call you at that time?

By Maia to Lando: 8pm is fine :) 

So as soon as Lando gets to his hotel room, he takes a shower as fast as he can. When he finished, he changed into comfortable clothes and took his phone to dial the girl. A couple of rings later Lando can hear Maia's voice through her cell phone. —Hi, how are you?—she starts. 

—Great, and you?— There were a few seconds of silence in which she didn't answer, so he spoke again— I miss you.

—Lando... I want to get straight to the point, I need to talk to you because I feel like if I keep this up, I'm going to explode.

Lando's heart shuddered at the sound of her overwhelmed voice. 

—What happen? Everything is alright? Did something happen to you?— He hastened to say. 

She took a few long seconds not knowing how to start. 

—Princess?... 

—Lando, I don't want to do this anymore. 

It took him a moment to absorb her words. 

—What do you mean? 

—”This", Lando. Us. I don’t want to keep doing this. This friends with benefits thing that we have.

 He gets up from his bed where he was sitting and starts to pace the room. This wasn't supposed to end here, he wanted to tell her that he was ready to make the first move, ask her if she was ready, and promise her that he was going to give more of his part. Give her everything she deserves

— I'm sorry, I would iked to tell you in person, but I don't think I can. 

—And may I know why you want us to end this? 

—Why? Lando, this is poisonous. See you just when you have time and then we have sex. You are worried about your work 90% of the time we spend together and I have always supported you. I have given you all of me. But the problem is that you don't give anything to me, and I don't deserve this. 

Lando swallows hard when she finishes speaking. He knew that everything she said is true, he was more than clear now. But he was ready to fix it, even if it was too late. 

—I, today I spoke with Daniel and now I know that…—He couldn't speak, he didn't know how to tell her that he didn't want to end this, that he wanted to have her forever with him and that he wanted to give her all the love she deserved.— Maia, please, just give me another chance, I... 

—Stop please, no…I can't. Let's leave this here. I wish you the best in your career and in your life, goodbye Lando. 

—Maia?...

There was no answer. She had cut the call. Heart in his throat, he got back into his contacts and dialed his friend and teammate. 

—Hello boy, how are you?

—Daniel, I'm stupid.

.…………………

Lando thought that from that moment it would only be possible to see her on social networks, and he did so. He constantly stalked her instagram account to see how she was doing, and he saw her happy and enjoying her life. 

Maybe this is for the best, he thought, maybe it's for the best that we're apart. 

On the other hand, Maia thought just the opposite. She missed him to death. She missed his voice. She missed running her hands through his hair. She missed talking to him about petty things. She even missed when he left her house late at night. 

She hadn't stopped seeing him at the races. Lando was having a rough patch and she just wanted to go, hug him, kiss him and give him all the words of support that she always gave him. But then she remembered how bad the relationship was and just doesn't feels right.

One day she decided to stop watching the races, hide his Instagram posts so she could forget about him. So she spent some time and she thought she was over it, until she got a call from Max Fewtrell. 

—Maia! How are you? 

—Hey! I'm fine, now I was tidying up my apartment a bit. How have you been?—She answered as she walked into her kitchen, sitting in one of the chairs. 

—Fine thanks. Hey, you know, in a week I'll be in your city, and as you may know I'll be on my birthday. So I'm going to have a party at a friend's house, a simple barbecue with some friends. Obviously you're invited, I'd really like you to go. 

—You know I never forget your birthday, and just send me the address and don't doubt that I'll be there.

—Cool! If you want you can take some friends with you if you like… But he will be there, I will fully understand if you don't want to go. But like I said before, I'd love for you to attend. 

—Don't worry Max, I'll go anyway. It's all okay now.— This was more to convince herself than her friend.—Thanks for letting me know, anyway. 

There were a few seconds of silence. "He". It obviously meant Lando. She would see him again. Would she be up for it? 

That week Maia tried to convince herself that everything would be okay. That she would see him again and that she was not going to fall back into his arms. 

Until the day, she thought that it would be best to text Max and tell him she was sick. He wouldn't believe her, that wouldn't work. 

—Maia, I know that face. You're not regretting it, are you?—Her friend Aurora watched her from the bed as she finished her makeup. 

Max had told her that she could bring friends, and Aurora would be the perfect friend to support her in situations like these. 

—Yes. I want to go, I really want to go. But I'm afraid. 

—Hey, I'll be with you, I won't leave you alone at any time. 

So it was. When they arrived at the place, both entered with their arms intertwined. Maia unconsciously started looking for Lando through all the crowd, but she couldn't find him. 

—Maia, nice to see you!—Max had approached both girls and gave the named one a big hug. 

—Happy birthday Max.— She told him seconds later slowly moving away from the hug.— I brought you this, I hope you like it. 

After a thanks for the gift and a brief introduction from Max and Aurora, the boy told them to make themselves at home and that whatever they needed, they should look for him. 

The party venue was a big house with an even bigger yard and a swimming pool. Outside was where most of the people were as they were having a barbecue and that was where there was an immensely long table. 

The day passed and passed and there was no sign of Lando. So Maia began to relax little by little. They both socialized with a couple of people, the atmosphere was great. 

—Hey girls, come and sit!— A man told them at one point. So they walked over to the table and sat down. Minutes later everyone was eating, laughing and talking to each other. 

—The star has arrived!—someone yelled. And that's when she heard his laugh. She would recognize him anywhere, anytime. 

—Sorry I'm late, I had some car trouble so I asked Charles to give me a ride.

Most of them turned to look at Lando, but she refused to do so. Lando for his part had not yet noticed her presence as he approached Max to give him a big hug. 

That's when Lando noticed her, she glanced at him as she continued to eat her food. The boy opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, wanting to say something but not finding the right words. Max across the table noticed this situation, so he quickly tried to fix it. 

He bumped a couple of fists as he searched for a free seat. Maia knew that the seat to the right of her was free, but she refused to believe that she was so unlucky that it would be the only one empty.

But yes, she was unlucky. 

—Henry, would you mind trading places with Lando?—he asked a random guy. 

—No Max, don't worry. Everything's fine.—Maia thrashed internally. Why did she say that? Maybe because she wanted to prove, and prove to herself, that everything was okay and that she was over it. Lando takes a seat and everyone goes back to their conversations before he arrives.

On her left side, her friend Aurora was peeking at her for any sign of discomfort. He gave her shoulder a quick squeeze to remind her that she was with her. 

The atmosphere continues as before with everyone talking to each other and Maia begins to let go as before Lando arrived. 

On the other hand, all Lando can do is look at her out of the corner of his eye. He had only given his food a couple of spoonfuls, had no appetite, not when she was inches away from him after months. 

Lando felt his hands itching to touch her, it only took five seconds of her touch to heal him completely. He couldn't stand it, his body screamed for it. He slowly brought his hand closer to her under the table. He started with small brushes and seeing no negative reactions from her part, he continued to do so. 

Maia felt it, of course she had, but she wanted it to appear unaffected, following her conversation with Aurora as if nothing was happening. In the next second, she felt his hand much firmer, now on her knee, where he gave a squeeze. That was definitely the straw that broke the camel's back of her sensations. 

She automatically jerked his hand away from her and Lando freaked out. She just gave him a "enough is enough" look, and she went back to some random conversation she was in. 

“Did you wish you'd put up more of a fight? When she said it was too much? Do you wish you could still touch her? It's just a question…" 

……………………………. 

After everyone finished eating, they began to slowly stand up and spread throughout the house. Lando lost sight of Maia when she went to the bathroom and thought it was the perfect time to find her alone. But he couldn't, Aurora was always there with her. She was now literally waiting for her at the bathroom door, as if she were her own bodyguard. 

When Maia came out of the bathroom, they both headed downstairs under Lando's watchful eye. He quickly approached them. 

—And then I told her to follow me, and she didn't listen to me, so she stayed locked up and…

—Hello girls. Maia, can we talk for a second?—He cut them off, getting right to the point. Both girls were surprised by the sudden appearance of the brunette. 

—Hello, of course.— Maia replies nonchalantly without moving. Then Lando looks at Aurora out of the corner of his eye. 

—But in private. 

—Anything you want to say to me, you can say it here. 

—But it's about us, please... 

—Yes, ummm. About that…I wanted to tell you that you can go get your things at my apartment— Lando wanted to reply something about it but she immediately continued speaking— Next week I'll be traveling, so you can go and enter with the key I gave you. 

When she finished speaking, both girls looked at him waiting for an answer. 

—Okay.—He said simply.

—And when you go out, leave the key on the table, please.

So it was. A week later Lando headed for the apartment he had so often left late at night and where he had left her with a cruel sense of loneliness. 

When he entered the place, the smell of her filled his nostrils. He took a deep breath and began to gather his things quickly.

But before leaving, he left the key on the table, just as she had asked. And along with that, he left a Formula 1 VIP pass in an envelope along with a note. 

"Hey, the next race will be here in Monaco. I'll leave you this vip pass so you can go if you want. I know you always wanted to go and I never took you because I'm stupid. Max and other friends are going too, so you can go with them to feel comfortable.

X 

PS: Don't feel obligated to go support me or anything, it's just so you can go have fun and watch the race :) Also, I know you're more of a Ferrari fan :) 

-have fun, Lando."

 …………………………… 

Race week 

Before qualifying, Max and three other friends came over to say hello to Lando and to give him good luck, but Maia wasn't with them. He didn't want to ask Max so as not to seem desperate, much less he was going to send her a message to harass her. 

After a tough lap battling the Alfa Romeo drivers, he was knocked out in the first round of qualifying, finishing 17th. He staggered out of his car, whispered a simple “sorry” to the people in the garage, and then headed off to his driver's room, waiting for the time to go to his hotel. 

After having a terrible night, the next day he arrived at the paddock with a zombie face and a mood worse than a zombie.

Until he saw her, she was wearing a flowing white dress, a small purse and his black converse. She was walking with Max's friends laughing at something he had said. 

—Lando, there you are, little star!

—Hey guys, good to see you.—He was just looking at her at that moment.

—I heard you got P17, I'm sorry. I hope today is a good race for you anyway, you can get to the pole if you put your mind to it and you know it.

And there she was. Lando's heart sped up when he heard her voice.

—Thank you Maia, I really appreciate it.

She saw Lando's face, he was defeated, and she knew that all he needed was a few words of support. 

—Lando, we need you here, please.— Some Mclaren engineer called the boy from the garage. 

—Bye guys, see you later.—Lando said a quick goodbye as he fist bumped the men. When he got to Maia, he was dying to hug and kiss her, but for obvious reasons he opted for something simpler. 

He took one of her hands in his in an awkward move. But as they walked away, they both slowly let go, feeling every inch of each other's skin. 

Max, who had watched this interaction carefully, looked at Maia. 

—Everything is alright?—He asked her, to which she only responded with a nod of her head. 

They then walked around the paddock some more and went to their places before the race started. 

Maia's anxiety was at its peak as they were waiting for the lights to go out for the race to start. As soon as the race started, Lando quickly moved up to 2 positions. By lap 20 he was already in 10th place. In front of him was Max Verstappen, who wasn't having a good races lately like he usually does, so unfortunately on lap 30 he started slowing down little by little until he stopped his car at a side of the track. 

With a yellow flag as Verstappen's car was taken off the track, Lando took advantage of pitting to change his set of tyres. In front of him were 8 cars and he began to overtake them easily, receiving many compliments from the radio. 

When he overtook Carlos Sainz, he almost heard him in his head saying "qué cabrón". 

—Lando, you can do it kid, stay there.—He heard the radio ordering him. But that was not what really pushed him to go ahead and give his best. He remembered the words Maia had said to him a few hours ago. He remembered his face. He revived every inch of her skin that he hadn't seen in months but still remembered so adoringly. He remembered her voice and the softness of it of hers. 

Maia watched as Lando's car pushed against Lewis Hamilton's, fighting for first place. The next five laps were spent trading between first and second place. But in the last one Lando was leading. 

Everyone in the McLaren garage holding their breath as if that would make Lando win the race. 

—Come on Lando.— Maia whispered as she held her face in both hands. 

Lando saw Lewis behind, perilously close. But there was no need to worry anymore, he was the one who crossed the finish line first. He hadn't noticed until he saw how he passed the man in charge of moving the checkered flag. 

He had won the race.

—You are the champion of Monaco´s race, Lando! Congratulations, excellent work. P1 and P8 by Ricciardo. Good points for the team. 

Only screams of emotion began to come out of his mouth. He couldn't believe it. 

When parking the car in the predestined place for the champions, at his sides Hamilton and Leclerc. He got out of the car and outside the whole team received him with euphoria. 

He took off the uncomfortable helmet and received many hugs, friendly taps on the shoulder, congratulations from everyone. 

He searched her with his eyes. She was smiling at him from a part of the paddock, his countenance in the midst of all the euphoria. He walked briskly towards her as more and more congratulations from his friends and co-workers. 

They were alone in the place, as if everyone around them had suddenly fallen silent. He only cared about her and she only cared about him. Nothing more. 

When he got to her, he didn't have to say much. He took her face in both hands and kissed her. It was at that moment that he realized from her that he missed her lips more than he thought he did. 

She followed the kiss automatically by crossing her arms behind his head, and that was the signal that Lando needed to take her by the waist and lift her a few inches off the ground, without separating his lips of hers. 

When they separated, touching their foreheads still with their eyes closed, the sound in the background returned to his ears again. Even when Max and the others started harassing them, they didn't split up. 

Lando put her feet back on the ground and she hugged him, hiding her face in his chest. 

“Can I ask you a question, did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room, and every single one of your friends was making fun of you, but 15 seconds later they were clapping too? then what did you do?"

—I think I love you, Maia—he whispered into her ear loud enough for only her to hear amidst all the noise. 

Then she raised her head from his chest and looked into his eyes. She stroked the curls.

—I swear I'll do everything right this time. I will give you everything you deserve, what I never gave you. I promise you. 

And then she spoke.

—Hey, how about we start again? My name is Maia, are you Lando Norris from Mclaren?

[capseycartwright]

squeezing hand for comfort and encouragement with buddie please 🥺

Buck was no stranger to chronic pain. He wishes that was a statement he couldn’t say with such confidence at thirty years old, but it was the truth. As much as his medical team had performed miracles by putting his leg back together after the bombing, the pain had stayed longer after the pins had been taken out and he’d been cleared medically fit to work. When he’d mentioned it to his doctor, he’d given Buck a sympathetic look, and admitted he would have to live with it. For all the innovations there was in medicine, sometimes there was no cure – sometimes, Buck had discovered, you just had to live with it.

Most of the time, he was fine – really. His leg rarely flared up badly, which was why it probably felt worse when it did. Most of the time, it was a cramp or some stiffness – like when he’d spent too long playing on the floor with Jee-Yun and his bad knee had seized up.

The pain had been different, recently. Buck had called out sick three times in a week, because when he’d swung himself out of bed and put his bad leg on the floor, it had hurt so much it had reduced him to tears.

It was Bobby, who’d told Buck to book an appointment to check himself checked out – but it had been Eddie who was standing outside of the doctor’s office, looking nervous as he waited. Eddie, who Buck hadn’t seen in almost four months, hadn’t seen him since Eddie had quit the 118. Eddie, who had a new haircut, and a new job, and a new life, outside of Buck.

“Eddie,” Buck managed to croak the word out, limping toward Eddie. “What are you doing?”

“Cap called me,” Eddie said easily, as though Bobby was still his captain – and not just someone Eddie used to work with. Buck hated the way the words seemed to come easily for Eddie, hated how he seemed better, less stressed now, hated that leaving seemed to have done him good. It’s not as though Buck wanted Eddie to suffer, but he wished it hadn’t been so easy for Eddie to walk away.

“He shouldn’t have,” Buck couldn’t keep the bitterness out of his voice as he spoke, glaring at Eddie. “I can do this alone.”

“I know,” Eddie didn’t look offended. “I know you can, Buck, and I know you’re mad – and you’ve got every right to be – but I also know that you didn’t let me go through any of this alone, after the shooting,” he shook his head. “So – however weird it is between us now, I’m not letting you go through this alone. Okay?”

Buck was tired. Deep down in his bone’s kind of tired. Life had been a mess, since Eddie had left – his relationship with Taylor had crumbled under the weight of the pressure Buck had put on it, determined to make something perfect out of something that was never going to last. Work had been – fine, maybe. Chimney was back, but there was still an Eddie shaped hole in their team, and in Buck’s life. They’d been passing Christopher between them like they’d gone through a bitter divorce, and Buck was tired – he was tired of everything, but most of all, he was tired of being in pain.

“I’m tired, Eddie,” he admitted, eyes welling with tears as he looked at his best friend.

“I know,” Eddie said, voice soothing as he wrapped an arm around Buck’s waist, supporting his weight. “I know you are, Buck.”

“I don’t want to fight anymore,” Buck continued, because the admissions were coming, now, and why would he stop?

“I wish we’d never fought in the first place,” Eddie admitted, giving Buck’s waist a light squeeze. “Listen – I’m not going to pretend as though everything is going to be solved like this, quick and easy, but I miss you, Buck. I miss you all the time – and I want my partner back. So just – let me here for you, now, for this appointment, and afterward, let me take you home, and we can talk properly.”

Buck nodded, helpless to do anything but agree. “Eddie?” he said, voice tiny, thick with tears.

Eddie looked at him, eyes wide, and full of care, just like they always were. Even underneath a new haircut and wearing a jacket Buck didn’t recognise, this was Eddie, his Eddie. “Yeah, Buck?”

“What if it’s bad?” and God, Buck was blubbering because he even got into the doctor’s office. He’d been spiralling for days, wondering what this new pain meant – if it meant that they needed to operate again, if it meant pins and bolts and months out of work, or an end to his career altogether.

“I don’t know what’s wrong,” Eddie admitted, careful fingers easing Buck’s clenched fist open, linking their fingers together. Buck’s not sure he’d ever held Eddie’s hand before – but it felt nice. “It could be bad,” he conceded. “Or it might not be,” he continued. “But either way – I’m here, okay? And we’re going to figure it out together.”

Eddie punctuated his words with a gentle squeeze of encouragement, giving Buck a soft look. “Okay?”

Buck swallowed back the worst of his tears, knowing nothing was okay, not really – but maybe it would be, eventually, if Eddie could keep holding his hand. “Okay.”

[user21340]

the world in her arms

(i don’t own this gif or characters used in this fic)

pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader

summary: you and natasha have always had quite a flirty and sarcastic relationship. both of you develop feelings for one another but you both are clueless to what the other feels until nat gets jealous and says something hurtful to you. will you make up (or out)?

warnings: minor angst, fluff, swearing, and a mention of death.

word count: 2.1k

a/n: omg thank you so much for 57 followers love you all 💕. sorry for the lack of content i didn’t know what to write and had almost no new ideas. also i’m a youngin and worked my first 8 hr day yesterday so your girl was exhausted and i have finals coming up soon. k thank you for coming to my ted talk, enjoy!

also this song doesn’t relate to the story at all but it’s underrated imo and also sorry for the weird pov changes throughout the story.

“Hey y/l/n! Where are you headed?” Natasha yells from the kitchen while I’m standing in the living room on our shared floor.

“Wouldn’t you like to know Nat.” I say with a smirk.

“Yeah matter of fact I would.” she retorts.

“Chill, I’m just headed to train some recruits with Clint. But don’t miss me too much, I'll be back in a few hours, Natty.” You blow a kiss her way, and she just rolls her eyes partially from the kiss and the use of her nickname but you see a faint pink tint sitting atop of her cheeks before she turns away.

I’ve been training these recruits with Clint for a couple hours and my session is nearing an end. Something I’ve picked up on today is how touchy and how dumb these recruits are acting just for me to correct their form. I don’t have time for this shit I think as this girl has me correct her jab form for what has to be the fifth time this hour.

Non readers pov

Natasha actually does start to miss you because of how bored she is due to the larger training room being occupied for these recruits. She heads down to see if you are wrapping up yet and see if you’d like to grab dinner with her somewhere. She arrives at the training room and heads to the back room where there is a large one way mirror. Natasha, having nothing better to do, watches Clint and yourself interact with these seemingly clueless recruits.

Minutes pass and Natasha honestly likes seeing your frustration every time a recruit asks you a stupid question or something you’d already answered for the hundredth time this session. That is until she sees this handsy recruit keep asking you to correct your form which she sees you fake a smile at and happily correct it. As if Natasha isn’t jealous already she sees you release a genuine large laugh at something a recruit says. Not being able to withstand witnessing anymore of this behavior from you directed towards anyone else except her. Natasha then storms off into the living room.

Readers pov

I was nearing the end of this session when a recruit comes up behind me and asks, “Soooo, is it true that you and Clint are like a thing?” he asks with no trace of humor or sarcasm on his face. I just bust out laughing because one, everyone or at least almost everyone who knows about The Avengers knows that I’m 100% only interested in women and two, CLINT? I mean he is a great guy and all but I’ll never forget the time I went into a diner to have breakfast with him and the waitress assumed he was my grandfather.

twenty long minutes later...

The living room is lively and everyone seems to strike up a conversation with one another. I decide to strike up a conversation with Natasha who is weirdly acting cold all of a sudden.

“Oh my god! You know what I just remembered the other day? My mom used to-“

“Shut up, y/n/n. I don’t care and I don’t think anyone does at the moment.” she exclaims with a small smirk thinking you’ll detect her harsh-morbid sarcasm.

“Oh.” you choke out, “It’s getting pretty late I-I better head to bed” my voice cracks as I mutter a small, ‘asshole’ agony laced in my voice blinking the hot tears away. I start walking towards my room but it slowly turns into a jog, then sprint. Anything to get to my room and release my sadness.

Non readers pov

The room is frozen. Everyone is staring at Natasha.

“I care.” Wanda states heading to your room because she knows you shouldn’t be alone right now.

“Jesus Nat, that was awful. You know you’ve fucked you when even I say it’s bad. Poor girl’s mom passed when she was around 10.” Tony deadpans.

“Oh my god, what have I done?” Nat says burying her head into her hands.

“I’m not too sure how you’re gonna get out of this one Nat, but you’ve gotta fix this.” Sam says.

Wanda reaches your room and hears loud yet muffled sobs while standing in the hallway. She can feel your grief rippling through her body. The only heartache she can relate to is the moment she lost Pietro which is more than an average person should feel. She knocks on the door softly yet hard enough to alert you of her presence.

Readers pov

I hear three soft knocks on the door. I quickly silence my cries and assume it is Nat. I then clear my throat as the knocking continues and muster up enough energy to speak,

“Go away” into my pillow loudly. The knocking stops but I don’t hear anyone walk away just yet.

“Y/n/n, it’s Wanda. Can you let me in please, so we can talk?” she asks, I stand up while groaning and walk towards the door. I unlock it and open it just a crack to make sure she is alone and not with a certain someone. It is pretty short-lived as Wanda pushes the door open the rest of the way.

“Oh hon, I’m sorry.” She says as she wraps me into a tight hug after closing the door behind her. I crumble into her embrace as she rubs small circles on my back. Wanda has always been such a calming figure in my life since I met her, a major part being that she can feel almost all of my anxieties that try to drown me throughout a day. She also knows how it feels to be alone which allows her to relate to my feelings, so she knows just how much missing someone who is gone for eternity hurts.

We hug for what feels like minutes but when I take a quick glance outside my window it is dark out.

“Is it true?” I rasp.

“What?” she counters.

“Y’know that no one cares. All I wanted to do was share a memory that I remembered of myself with my mom and as you know it isn’t too often that I remember these types of things and when I do I love sharing them, so she won’t ever be forgotten. It just hurts so much to be shut down talking about something you truly care about by someone you care about.” I explain while Wanda looks at me with the softest eyes I’ve ever seen while nodding her head slightly.

“Now that is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. I care and everyone in this compound cares about what you have to say as well as what you are feeling. You know how Natasha can be sometimes with the insensitive comments she makes before realizing what she’s doing.”

“I know but that doesn’t give her the right to j-just say stuff like that. I get how full our relationship is with banter and sarcastic comments but I really thought she was starting to like me.” I frown as Wanda just nods. That’s when exhaustion hits me like a truck.

“Wands, before I ask you this just know you can decline.” I give her a minute to protest, but she says nothing. ” Can you sleep with me?” Wanda’s eyes widen,

”Y/n/n I don’t think that is a good id-“ I realize what I just said and cut her off before things get even more uncomfortable. “Nonono, Wanda, like lay down with me not any of that gross stuff. Ew.” Wanda’s features fill with relief, and she chuckles at my childish comment about sex.

“Of course I will! You just may want to word it a little different next time.” she chuckles as you hide your face with embarrassment. We both get settled on the bed and I feel her two arms pull me towards her and I snuggle closer.

Non readers pov

Wanda slowly gets out of bed after she is sure you are fast asleep and sets off to find Nat. When she does she sees that Nat had barely moved from where she last saw her still with her face in her hands.

“Nat. I know you think you really screwed up, which you did, but it’s y/n/n. You can’t go on without telling her how you feel about her.”

“Wanda, you can’t just look in my mind! We’ve talked about this!”

“Romanoff you know I’m one to keep my promises, so I’d never look without your permission. Maybe if you turned down the volume of your thoughts a few decibels I wouldn’t have heard anything. Also, are you ready that oblivious to the fact the whole team knows you two are like little lovesick puppies for one another when you two aren’t attached by the hip.” she explains, “Now, stop moping around and apologize at least.”

“You’re right, Wands, wish me luck. I hope she can forgive me.”

Natasha gets up and races towards your room. She didn’t want to wait so long to talk to you and apologize, but she thought you wouldn’t want to speak to her after what she’d said.

Similarly, to Wanda’s entrance, Natasha softly knocks on your door enough to wake you even out of your semi-deep sleep.

Readers pov

I jump at the knocks on the door and am confused to see Wanda is no longer beside me.

“Wanda you don’t have to knock, you know that.” I sigh out.

“It isn’t Wanda.” a voice you are able to recognize as Nat sheepishly speaks.

“Oh, what do you need?” I ask, all the heartbreak and ache coming back when I hear the voice I’m usually excited to listen to, as if her speech is my favorite song.

“Can we talk? I need to apologize.”

“Sure,” I softly reply.

Non readers pov

Nat opens the door once she has your permission and sees your usual strong, confident frame look small and fragile. Her heart breaks at the sight of you so broken and in pain because of her own actions. Not to mention your tear stained cheeks when you look towards her. It is silent for a minute or so before you throw your head back onto your pillow staring at the ceiling. This awakens something in Natasha for an unknown reason.

Readers pov

“Y/n, I am so sorry. I know that sorry doesn’t cut it for the amount of hurt I’ve caused you all because I was jealous but I hope we can rebuild what we had but it totally is okay if you don’t want to even though I would love another chance with yo-“

“Nat, calm down. I’m not going to sit here and say I’m fine with what you said because truth be told I love sharing memories of my family when I remember them with you. Not only because I trust you but because I think I care for you and love you more than friends should. I just hope what you said is meaningless or else that is when we can’t rebuild what we had.”

“No y/n/n, I didn’t mean any of it. It was just in the heat of the moment because I saw you laughing at something a recruit said when I was going to ask you if you wanted to go get dinner with me. So, I stormed off like a child and said hurtful things to mask my selfishness because I want you to be mine and mine only.”

“Oh my god Nat. You can’t be serious, I was laughing at something a recruit said because he assumed Clint and I were going out.” Nat bursts out laughing.

“See? Anyone who was told that who knew me would just die of laughter on the spot.” I say as I glance her way while patting the place beside me on my bed. She accepts.

“So you actually like me?” you hopefully ask.

“Possibly depending on if those feelings are reciprocated.”

“They are.” I say.

“Good. Can I also say how sorry I am for saying that to-“ I cut her off but placing a quick peck to her soft lips.

“Uh, uh, uh” I tut, “I don’t want to hear any more apologies come out of that mouth. Could you just hold me?” Natasha is still dumbfounded by the little kiss.

“Of course.” Nat complies pressing your back to her front as she wraps her long toned arms around your frame. I hum at the contact.

At this moment Nat realizes there is no place she’d rather be as she feels like she has the world in her arms.

[killlatrav]

we all have weird fans in some capacity. at least i can lump those fans of mine into that they're just the weird chiefs fans. pass them off on the team in general. it might be something they do again someday but think after anything comes back from a hiatus it's like find their feet again. have to learn to walk before you run again. i'm sure they will continue to improve on it if they decide they want to keep it around. i have nothing to gain from exposing your secrets, just because i know them doesn't mean they're mine to give away. no matter what happened between us. i can't imagine you going back on tour in february when it's already october without already having some kind of tickets on sale already and unless you want it to be a real gauntlet throw down out there. mean i saw what it was like having some people fighting for the world series tickets on such short notice. and that game comes around every single year.

private: yes, was ready to pick out the ring and everything. was actually going to meet with your father when everything went to shit. never have answered him back what i wanted to talk to him about because it really isn't important anymore, nor does it seem fair to put that on him. why would i want that? are you... you are infuriating, you realize that? i have never loved another person the way i loved you, i would have given everything up if it meant being with you. not in a i can't have my own thing, but i loved you enough to do anything to have that life that i hoped we had with you. i was okay with that, i was ready for that and you blew everything up and i still don't fucking know why but i'm done beating the shit out of myself trying to figure it out. i can't. nothing about you would have made a horrible wife, you've painted this picture of what you think you are in your head. you've allowed fans and media to give you this idea that you could never be more than what they deem it and i wanted to give you everything to show you that i know you're not but ... i'm not the one. i never was apparently. stop. just stop. you act like the security bothered me, that having to do certain things for safety, if it had rattled me or i couldn't have handled it i wouldn't have stayed. i would have been honest that it was too much for me, so please don't push off whatever that is onto me, because that was never my issue. if that's what's going to help you sleep better at night then sure, i guess whatever you need. i would have protected our kids with my life so i don't know what you want me to say but i don't think it really matters, does it?

at the end of the day i wasn't what you wanted, claim to love me or not. if you were in love with me, you'd want to be with me, and you let me go. i don't know what you want me to say, taylor, i really don't. to me none of this made sense but you made a decision, i get to live with it just as much as you do. yeah well, i was happy. guess you should have asked but it is what it is. just.. don't, okay? don't.

Some of the fans have always been weird. No matter what I say or do to try and stop it. So I've kind of given up on that whole front. A majority of them are good. Well, yes. It's to show off the whole line - but that was the bra. You know. The goal that so many wanted. And only so few people got to wear. It's like a privilege or something to be chosen to wear it. I know when I was in the show - seeing that bra for the first time - I think I stopped breathing for a moment cause it was stunning. I never said that you were an asshole, Trav. And I still thank you for keeping those secrets. You didn't have to. Yeah, but when will I go back on the road? I hate being at home. Might chose to go back on tour in February or something. For shits and giggles.

Private: You wanted to marry me? Trav... that. Why would you want that? You're going to make an amazing husband to someone one day, but I'd make a horrible wife. There's so much in the world that you have to offer someone. And you're going to find that one day. I could never offer you everything that you deserve. I can't keep you safe. Being with me is not worth all the stress that comes with it. All the extra security, while having to be vigilant yourself? What kind of life is that? Not something someone should have to live if they can chose. You're better off without being with me. Trust me on that one. You'll look back on it, at some stage, and realize that I was right to break up with you. You're not going to have to worry too much about your future kids being brought up right in the front of the world. You'll retire from football, and get everything you want. I'm sorry that I can't offer that. I don't want to keep ripping the band-aid off. You think that it doesn't eat me up inside knowing that I broke your heart? And in the process, I broke mine, too. And I still fucking love you. But I know that I shouldn't. I lost that right. I'm very aware of it. So I've just got to keep on going, like I do every time. No one needs to know how much my heart hurts. But hey, at least I'm reliving the whole I can do it with a broken heart thing again. Performance art or whatever. And right now I'm trying to figure out some other stuff, too. My head is all over the fucking place. I can't focus. All I want is for you to be happy. You deserve it. I wanted them to see a show because I know they've been talking about it for months, now. Guess it's a way to close the chapter on what was the happiest year of my life. And it's thanks to you. I'm always going to treasure what we had together, because you are an amazing partner.

[caitlesshea]

well it's temporary darling

Eddie decides to leave the 118, but he hates knowing that it’s killing Buck. How will he fix it?

“Eddie…what? I - ”

It’s the crack in Buck’s voice that nearly undoes Eddie. He knows he should’ve talked to Buck alone, he knows. 

But he didn’t want to be talked out of it. Or encouraged. He doesn’t know what he wants and he knows Buck would see right through that. 

“What are you gonna do?” Ravi asks and Eddie blinks back into awareness, eyes leaving Buck’s for the first time since he uttered those words. 

I’m leaving the one eighteen. 

“Uh, dispatch for now. Until I figure some things out.”

“Dispatch Eddie?” This question from Hen, and he knows it’s weird, he knows it’s not what he wants, but he still needs income, even while he figures out his next steps. 

“Yeah, it’s uh, a paycheck for now, Sue said I could start after the holiday.” 

He looks back at Buck and jolts when he realizes Hen’s hugging him. He hugs her back and feels a little like crying but he blinks a few times and nods when he feels Ravi’s hand pat his back a couple of times. 

Hen releases him and whispers something about always being family and he smiles before turning back to Buck, only to notice him turning away.

“Buck…” Eddie says although he’s not sure why it came out so strangled. “Talk to me.”

Buck whirls around so fast Eddie nearly has to take a step back. “Like you’ve been talking to me?” Buck whispers furiously and Eddie can see the tears threatening to fall. He wants to reach out and wipe them away but he stops himself. 

“Buck, I.”

“No. No. It’s Christmas and I can’t do this right now.”

“Buck, this is for Christopher,” Eddie whispers brokenly and okay he knows it’s not fair to say that. To lay it at Buck’s feet like that. 

“Don’t. That’s not fair,” Buck says angrily and then looks away. He keeps fiddling with the Santa hat, a sure sign he’s anxious and Eddie’s heart breaks just a little bit. 

“I’m sorry, okay? I don’t know what to do.”

“You don’t leave,” Buck’s voice cracks at the end and it hits Eddie then what the issue is. 

“I’m not leaving.”

“You are.” Buck turns to walk away now, and Eddie struggles to catch up with him. 

“Evan,” Eddie says after a moment and Buck stops and turns. They’re more secluded over here, away from the crowd, from Hen and Bobby’s prying eyes. From Taylor’s. 

“I’m not leaving you,” Eddie stresses. “I’m leaving a dangerous job because Chris thinks I’m going to be dead next year.” 

Buck’s breath catches and his face contorts in agony and yeah Eddie gets it. 

Eddie shakes his head. “He got so upset, threw the gingerbread house on the floor and said this Christmas had to be perfect because I could be dead next year.” 

“Eddie…”

“I know okay? I know this isn’t rational, I know I’ll be miserable as a dispatcher but what am I supposed to do?!” 

“You talk to me, to the team, to Bobby. To anyone. There are paramedics that aren’t firefighters, there are other jobs that don’t take you away…”

“I’m not going away.”

“Oh, no. You definitely are. You’ll still be in LA, sure but not with us.”

“Buck.”

“Everyone’s leaving.” 

Eddie reaches out then and grabs the Santa hat, and finally takes Buck’s hands. 

“I’m not. I’m not. Like it or not you’re stuck with us. Me and Chris, we’re your people. And just because I won’t be in the field doesn’t mean I won’t have your back, or that I won’t be there.” 

“It won’t be the same.”

“No, it won’t be, but I swear to you, I’m not leaving.”

“This wasn’t what I meant when I said you weren’t talking to me,” Buck says after the silence stretches for a little too long to be comfortable.

“Oh, like you’re not telling me how you’re in a relationship that doesn’t make you happy?” Eddie counters back, a little hurt, a little on edge.

“Eds…” 

“You haven’t called me that in a long time,” Eddie whispers after a moment and then shakes off the hurt. “What do you want from me?”

“I want you to talk to me!”

“I am.”

“I meant about the shooting, the hostage situation, your will,” Buck emphasizes the last part and Eddie winces. “Not…whatever this is. And certainly not my relationship.”

“Why not?” Eddie counters.

Buck sees the diversion tactic for what it is and rolls his eyes like he is not impressed.

“You can’t just make all the decisions without talking to me.”

“I didn’t…”

Buck throws a look at him that is so Buck it almost puts a smile on his face. Almost.

“Look, I know we have a lot to talk about, okay, I know. But I still need to do this. For now.”

“I get it,” Buck says after a moment.

“You do?”

“Of course, it’s Chris, but that doesn’t mean I’m happy about it. That doesn’t mean that we’ve been tiptoeing around each other and the things that have happened.”

“No, I know.”

“But you don’t!” Buck says harshly and then blows his breath out through his teeth. “I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry. It’s Christmas, I didn’t want to ruin it.”

“In what world would you telling me you’re leaving not ruin my Christmas, Eddie?”

The breath leaves Eddie’s lungs at once. He looks at Buck and Buck looks back at him like he can’t believe he said that.

Eddie almost can’t believe it either.

Because, well, Buck is with Taylor, and Eddie, well Eddie’s alone.

“I think I need to have a conversation with Taylor,” Buck says quietly after a moment.

“Yeah, I think you do.” Eddie never wanted to be that guy, the guy that forces someone to break up with someone else, but that doesn’t feel like what this is.

This feels like more.

This feels like everything.

“Evan, I meant what I said when I said I wasn’t leaving you. That we’re not leaving you. Hopefully for a long time. That’s what I’m trying to do. And yeah, I think once you’ve figured some things out then we need to talk.”

“About it all? Because, Eddie, I can’t keep doing this.”

Eddie grabs Buck’s hands again and looks up into his eyes.

“Yeah, about everything.”