Hii can I request Blitzø hcs with a fem S/O who always says she's ok and fine even when she's not, like she's sensitive but knows people are rude and shitty, so she keeps all her feelings in and doesn't speak up bc she doesn't wanna seem like a burden? Tyy!
ofc!! sorry this took so long
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blitz x f! reader who feels like a burden hc’s
• growing up you’ve always been told to keep your feelings to yourself because it’s a “hush hush” type thing (mainly because of your parents)
• even before you and blitz started dating you always kept things buried inside. you’re a typical yapper, but go completely non verbal whenever you’re going through some things
• blitz being blitz, he didn’t pay attention to it at first until he made a joke one day that may or may not made you cry in the bathroom
“thank satan you stopped talking, you were driving me crazy.”
you abruptly left the meeting room and locked yourself in the bathroom, leaving blitz to himself like, “wtf did i even say”
• later on he asked you about it, being like “did i say something orrr” and you told him you were already having a shitty day and that’s when the dots connected. “well if you ever need to spill your heart out you can.”
• you appreciated it, but didn’t want to feel like a burden to him since he already has his problems.
• years later, you two started a serious relationship. he trusted you already, so he wasn’t afraid to talk to you about his stuff (you had to pesterize him for it, but he did managed to tell you things)
• you on the other hand was still afraid of being a burden to him. you didn’t want him to think that you’re too much for him to handle so you kept things to yourself.
• blitz still caught on that you’re not being honest about your feelings, so he would ask you allll the time.
“i’m fine, okay? im fine. don’t worry about me.”
“just tell me what’s going on.”
“i’m just tired.”
“bullshit and you know it.”
•after arguing back and forth you finally told him what’s been bothering you, which consisted of people being shitty to you in the past and how their words still affect you to this day, your own thoughts haunting you, anxiety, etc.
• blitz understood 100% about what you were getting at and he told you that he won’t ever think of you as a burden and that you shouldn’t be afraid to talk to him about things
“but you already have your own stuff to deal with, i don’t want to be added on your plate.”
“and you were always there when i needed you and i want to be there for you.”
• he comforted you as many times as he could. whenever you’re not talking or slouching in chairs he’ll take your hand into his wherever you guys are at. in a meeting and sees that you’re not okay? he’ll sit beside of you and hold your hand while continuing to talk. ESPECIALLY when you guys are laying down on the couch or bed he’ll just flat out hold you, even if you don’t tell him what’s going on because eventually you’ll tell him.
• “want me to fuck those feelings out?”
“let’s role play, me being the therapist and you’re my patient. let’s sigmund freud up this bitch!”
• he really cares about you but has a weird way of saying it
• he offered an idea to where if you really don’t want to talk to him about when you’re sad/upset/any other negative emotions, you can lay your head on his lap facing his stomach so he’ll know if you’re not okay.
• you liked that idea, and the first time you followed through with it blitz kinda got confused but then was like “oh shit, she’s not okay”
you would bury your head against his stomach, wanting to get as close to him as possible. blitz combed your hair with his fingers and slightly purred, “ready to talk about?”
if you mumble no then he’ll just keep massaging your scalp or rub your back, but if you do start talking then he’s all ears and will try to make you sit up so he can hear you better, but if you still wanna bury your head against him then he’ll still try his best to hear you. “sorry say that again?…one more time…you’re not gonna believe this but you’re gonna have to repeat that.”
• long story short, blitz wants you to be up and honest as you can to him. he hates it when you don’t talk about what’s going on with you because he cares so much and doesn’t want to lose you. he’ll always reassure you that you’re not a burden just by speaking up on how you’re feeling
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God I wish I could be positive like other anons that said that for them 7x04 is the biggest confirmation buddie is happening. Please ignore this if you don’t feel like consoling me about my pessimist rant. I was optimistic but 7x04 made me a pessimist.
I just keep thinking “if 7x04 was supposed to be about buddie why was not about buddie?
Let me explain: it was the perfect setup for starting buddie. You know how it’s a bait and switch. They could have just not switched. They could have had Eddie go to buck instead of Tmmy and have Eddie say “you’re irreplaceable” which would have been much more meaningful and then “you know I can have more than a friend, right?” And buck could have said “maybe i don’t wanna be your friend” and boom you have bisexual buck and can get rid of that old ugly man.
It was the perfect setup, you need to change literally ONE SCENE. I literally can’t find a reason why they didn’t do it. My BFF said “they couldn’t make them come out at the same time” but they wouldn’t have. Eddie could have rejected him and then spend s7 coming to terms with his feelings instead of the shit that happened. I don’t believe in the “it’s cuz it’s a slow burn” theory because 6 years is slow enough. I wanna be a truther so bad but ever since 7x04 I’ve been slowly losing hope.
I flip flop between being optimistic and pessimistic… to me i can see the vision of whst they were *trying* to do with 7x4 but with no chemistry and one of the actors being so inept at their job it just fell completely flat… it felt unearned in a way bc we have seen buck and eddie interracting for 6 years, and the entire episode was centered around buck pining for eddie’s attention (im sorry, there is not way any of what buck did in that episode was out of any interest in Timmy Turner) just to throw the curveball at the end. The point of a bait and switch is thay the switch has to be believable, and earned— but it wasn’t because you spent the entire episode talking about eddie. Why not have buck’s jealousy be solely “oh i hate Tylenol, he’s so ughh and i hate him and i can’t stand him” bc if it had been that i would be more inclined to believe that buck had some sort of unconscious interest in him.
but that’s not what they did, they made him go gaga over eddie the entire episode.
another thing they could have done to make the switch effective is actually given Tuberculosis a role within the episode other thsn to show up and kiss buck… like showcase him and buck interacting more… build sublte tension there that makes it believable that buck is attracted to him… don’t just shove him in a corner and leave him collecting dust (don’t get me wrong i am NOT campaigning for them giving that man more screentime in fact i want that man off my screen as soon as possible which should have been the end of 7x3)
so from a narrative standpoint… to have eddie so intrinsically linked to Buck’s emotional arc in 7x4, i can absolutely see the vision of trying to do the whole misplaced feelings thing… even if they didn’t stick the landing at all bc lfj’s face is so stiff from all the botox that he can’t emote to save his life.
to me where things start to fall apart is after 7x4…. they had the perfect opportunity for buck to have his arc in 7x5, “mess things up with Tiramisu” (even though i fully side with buck in everything that happened on that date, like bffr) and then end the episode with them deciding to no longer pursue a relationship because they want different things (buck wants a relationship but is still new to this, Tire-Iron is old af and just wants a boytoy) and have them part ways… but they decided to double down on the relationship, having Buck invite a man he has known for 5 minutes to his sister’s wedding and then proceeded to make the wedding about buck??? that’s where the writers truly lost me. especially after they spent the first part of that ep establishing that Tricycle is nothing but dismissive and condescending to Buck just to make the whole wedding scene about them??? there was no need for that cringe-ass kiss (even if it had been a buddie plot point that kiss would have made me cringe bc the way it was written was so fuckin corny and also we waited too damn long for the madney wedding for it to be about someone else).
then ofc there’s the medal ceremony where we once again see Tuberculosis being dismissive of buck, and then 7x10 where he steamrolls over buck trying to have a meaningful conversation for him to just make a fucking sex joke…..
like i keep flip flopping back and forth bc i KNOW that T-rex has no substance as a character and no personality whatsoever beyond kissing buck, but i don’t understand why they’ve kept him around this long? There were plenty of opportunities to end things between them… 7x10 had a golden opportunity to solidify buck prioritizing bobby/eddie over his relationship and having Trampoline get upset and move on?? 7x9 could have had Bobby tell buck that he didn’t think Tablecloth was a good partner for him, comparing her to Abby and Taylor.
He was nowhere to be SEEN in 7x7
There could have been a moment in 7x6 where Eddie and Buck had a heart to heart (not even to make buddie go canon in that ep, but for eddie to point out that Truckstop doesn’t seem all that interested in him— hell or even hav HEN do it??)
After the entirety of 7b my trust in Tim has dwindled down so severely that I genuinely am trying not to form any expectations from s8… like i am fully prepared to just be disappointed again.
That being said I do think there is still so much potential for them to fix the mess quickly if they actually put in the time and effort… my issue is that idk if I trust them to fix the mess or just make it worse.
Plus if the same thing happens with s8 as s7 where they get renewed early on, that runs the risk of Tim changing the story yet again and dragging out plot points that don’t need to be dragged out.
Like it has fully been 6 seasons. Booth and Brennan were together by then, there is no reason buddie needs another full season…. especially after they’ve given themselves yet another wide open road to give us eddie coming to terms with his feelings; whether they go down that route or try to rehash shannon again is yet to be seen…
i saw someone else on here say something (and i cannot for the life of me remember who said it so full credit to that person for this quote) but it was along the lines of (and this is SEVERELY paraphrased) “tim made the choice to kill of shannon. if you wanted her to still be around then you shouldn’t have killed her. you made the choice, so stick with it.” and i feel like that applies to a LOT of the character regression/retconning we saw in s7
so i’m still in that boat of until they actually make the show good again, I’m gonna sit and wait because it’s not worth getting my hopes up and stressed about something that may not even happen bc the writers love toying either our emotions more than they love telling the story the way they themse have set it up to be told.
(also this applies to the show as a whole, not just buddie, there were so many plotlines in s7 that just careened into the realm of melodramatic soap opera to me in a way that was so ooc for the show… what happened to the little procedural dramedy? why is the cartel here committing arson? why are there pirates attacking a cruise ship in an arc that lasts all of 5 minutes? i miss the s2/3/4 era so badly (yes, say what you will about s4 but i enjoyed that season) and i really thought we were going to be getting that back in s7 (and pirate plot aside, eps 1-3 showed promise, and tbh aside from the kiss at the end 7x6 is one of my favorite episodes of the show in general, but as far as the season as a whole it just fell so flat for me)
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DODGE!!!!! god i want dodge so bad i want to lay between his stretched out legs and wrap my arms around one of them and rest my head on his thigh while he plays with my hair while we watch smth together but it's all background noise because his dick is so close to me mouf and i js wanna run my nose against the little outline from his washed out jeans IS THAT A CRIME IS THAT SO TERRIBLE please oh my god his strong rodeo arms i just wanna sit on his lap and rub my hands all over him im sorry i think im ovulating
(in lois griffin voice) whoever that was.. thank you….
NO because ur SO real.. like i audibly went holy to this, had to screenshot, send to council, and come back to re read again like that one sarah paulson video.
this was meant to be a tiny tiny blurb but it turned out way longer than expected so sorry lolz + f!reader
ALSO! if you sent an ask i am working on it, but i was on vacation so now im finally home and yupppp
send more asks. anything. i will try and match ur freak as hard as i can pls god, and anyways that being said:
like, get me; it starts out somewhat innocent. tired and lazy because of all the panic bullshit, you two decide to just stay home rather going out to all the random parties and events thrown between each game.
dayna and his mom don’t care that he has you over — they find it nice he found someone, a nice distraction from inside his head.
as for the show, it’s probably some random documentary or reality show: first thing he saw when logging into the streaming platform. he, genuinely, is probably engrossed in it, but you’re engrossed in him: how close you two are.
you’re laying between his legs, obviously, and his hands are strung around you messily, just wanting to have some sort of hold on you. how he’s holding you, you probably have no idea what, focused on the washed-out jeans of his — weathered from wear by rodeos or helping anne or anything else.
he’s probably yapping about something on the TV — “i don’t see how bestfriends could do that to eachother..” bla bla bla, you’re not really focusing in on it - humming, trying to sound interested in whatever it is he’s actually talking about. some “oh really?” and “i know..” are strung throughout the humming, but you have no idea if it’s actually appropriate to his talking.
he seems to catch on, though, unbeknownst to you. it’s hard not to notice his pretty girlfriend’s eyes focused directly on his crotch every few minutes, head shifting back and forth ever so slightly — making his dick twitch with need.
you wondered if his jeans are always this tight — wondering if you looked earlier you could’ve seen it, but the truth was, you really couldn’t. this only happened after the fact you got in the car — but obviously, you weren’t keenly aware of his crotch up until the minute you got in bed.
his hands run up and down ur back softly, and god it just makes the URGE to run ur face along the outline so much worse !!! he’s fallen quiet, so u slightly wonder if maybe something’s wrong or maybe he caught onto your disinterest in his words, so you glance up out of the corner of your eye, only to realize he’s been watching you for god knows how long.
he probably says something stupid, like: “you know the tv’s over there, right?” or “interesting?” something really dumb and smart-assy. you roll your eyes, probably say something back, and one thing leads to another and he’s nonchalantly trying to suggest you could do it if you wanted to.
so you do. and god !! does it feel as good as u thought it would. he twitches beneath u and tries to act like it’s really not turning him on as much as it is, but it’s hard not to, a sticky, wet patch is already forming at the tip of his cock; itching to bleed through the light jeans.
he ends up pulling you closer, forgetting all about the tv, bringing you into a hasty kiss, needy and desperate but still filled with tenderness.
you fix yourself on his lap, smiling into the kiss, glad you got your way, like it was ever a fight to begin with — it never was, he would give you anything you asked for whenever you wanted.
he’s so gentle when he touches you. his large hands wrapping around your waist as he pulls you even closer into his lap, his eyes closed, enjoying the kiss for a few more moments before pulling away, panting softly, breathless.
"you’re really not very good at paying attention." he mumbled breathlessly, a small smirk on his lips as he looked down at you.
he moved his hands down your sides, running them up and down your thighs, his thumbs brushing against the skin beneath the hems of your shorts as he shifted underneath you slightly.
“what’s going through your pretty little head, hm?” he mused, tilting his head slightly as he studied your face.
you hummed softly, looking up at him with a small, playful pout on your lips.
“well… i was listening,” you pouted, “kinda.”
he chuckled softly at your response, his hands continuing to run up and down your thighs, the touch of his palms warm and rough against your skin.
“you’re so cute,” he murmured, “but i don’t think you were listening at all.”
he leaned forward, planting a soft kiss on your nose, before continuing to trail his lips down your jawline and down your neck.
“i think you were too distracted by something else,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin as he nipped at your neck softly.
he knew you far too well - he knew the way your body reacted to his touch. he knew how to make you melt.
he continued to nibble at your neck, gently, his teeth grazing your skin just enough to send shivers down your spine.
“can you even remember what i was talking about?” he murmured playfully, his hands still running up and down your thighs.
“of course,” you retort, clearly defensive. “you don’t get how best friends.. could do that to eachother.” it’s clear you were listening to him, but not the television.
he chuckled softly, his lips pressed against your skin as you spoke.
“of course you remember that part,” he teased, knowing damn well you were paying more attention to his jeans than the television.
he gently nipped at your skin, sucking on a small patch of it for a moment, before pulling away.
“you were paying more attention to something else, weren’t you?”
you flush. obviously you were — who could blame you ?? :(( he was just soo close to u and so there..
he caught the flush of your cheeks, a smirk playing at his lips as he lifted his head to look at you.
“aww, you’re so cute when you blush, you know that?” he teased, “especially when you realize you’ve been caught.”
he chuckled softly, his hands moving up to your waist, his fingers slowly slipping beneath the hem of your shirt.
you pull him into a needier kiss this time, hands roaming all over, as if trying to find the right place to grab: but all seemed so promising, that you couldn’t actually settle.
he groaned softly into the kiss, matching your neediness with his own. his hands gripped at your waist, his fingers digging into your skin, as he pulled you close into his lap.
he ran his tongue across your bottom lip, requesting access that you happily gave him. his tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring it hungrily, as his hands roamed across your body.
he trailed kisses down your jawline and down your neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire on your skin. he nipped at your collarbone, leaving small, love bites in their wake.
he slowly pushed himself back against the back of the bed, pulling you with him so that you were now laying on top of him, your legs on each side of his hips.
his hands roamed down to your legs, gripping your thighs as he shifted beneath you, his hips rolling up against yours.
he groaned softly as he felt the pressure against his lap, his lips still moving across your neck, leaving little love bites in their wake.
“you drive me crazy,” he mumbled against your skin.
you hum in response — too overwhelmed with pleasure to say anything other than jumbled messes, so simplify yourself with a hum.
his hands moved up, slipping underneath your shirt, and running his palms across your skin. he could feel the heat radiating off your body, and it only made him want you more.
he pulled away from your neck, looking up at you with his blue, lust-filled eyes.
“i want you,” he breathed, “so badly.”
your breath hitches — and you want to tell him to have you — right there, however much he wanted, but you can’t strangle any words out.
he moved his hands up to your hips, his grip tightening as he pulled you tightly against him, grinding his lap up against yours.
he let out a soft groan, his head falling back against the back of the headboard as he felt the friction against his straining jeans.
“you’re so beautiful,” he panted, looking up at you with a look of need in his eyes, “so damn beautiful.”
he slid his hands up further, pushing up your shirt as he did, exposing your stomach. he ran his hands up across your stomach and up to your ribs, his touch leaving chills in their wake.
he bit his lip as he looked up at you, studying your face, taking in your features as if he hadn’t seen you a million times before.
“i want you,” he repeated, his voice slightly hoarse with need, “all of you, darling.”
you leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips before pulling away.
“well,” you said, your voice low and sultry, “what’s stopping you?”
he looked up at you, his eyes darkening with need.
“nothing,” he replied, his grip on you tightening as he spoke.
he shifted beneath you, pushing himself up so that he was sitting up properly against the back of the couch.
“except for these damn jeans,” he muttered, his hands moving to the button on his jeans.
you’re quick to help him — eagerly pawing at the button, undoing it with ease.
he let out a soft gasp at your eager touch, his hands moving to grip your waist as you undid the button on his jeans.
he lifted his hips as you began to pull down the jeans, a small, needy whine escaping from his lips as the fabric slid down his legs and hit the floor with a toss of your hand.
“so fucking needy..” he groaned softly, his hands running up and down your sides.
he pulled you back down onto his lap, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he settled you against his lap.
his hips bucked up slightly, his arousal pressed against your thigh as he moved.
“you’re so good to me,” he panted, his hands roaming up and down your back as he spoke, “i’m so lucky to have you.”
he tilted his head, his lips tracing a path down your neck, nibbling at sensitive spots along the way. he left a trail of little love bites, his teeth grazing against your skin in a way that made you shiver.
“i want to touch you,” he murmured against your skin, his hands running up your thighs. “please let me touch you.”
you could give him permission a million times over — and he’d still ask before doing anything else in the process, so gently; a contrast difference to his rough hands.
“please.” you retort softly.
he groaned softly at your response, his hands gripping your thighs tighter as he pulled you closer.
“always so polite,” he muttered, his lips still trailing down your neck.
he slowly moved his hands up your thighs, his fingers slowly sliding under the hem of your shorts.
“i need you so badly,” he panted, his hands moving higher, “can i..?”
you nod vicariously.
he let out a soft sigh of relief at your response, his hands moving further up your thighs, until they reached the edge of your panties.
he ran his fingers along the edge of the fabric, groaning softly at the realization that he was so close to what he wanted.
“you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, “so perfect..”
you hum contemptibly, smiling.
he smiled at your hum, his hands slowly moving up, slipping beneath the waistband of your panties.
he ran his fingers over your skin, his touch gentle and soft, as he slowly moved towards your center.
he could feel you shiver with each touch, his own hips rolling slightly beneath you as he grew impatient.
he slowly moved his hand down, his fingers sliding across your sensitive flesh, his touch sending shivers up your spine.
“you’re so warm,” he murmured, “so ready..”
he gently began to rub at your sensitive bundle of nerves, his touch light and teasing, as his other hand moved to your hip, holding you in place.
he groaned softly at the feel of your reaction, his eyes studying your face intently.
“so beautiful..” he repeated, his fingers slowly increasing their pace.
he watched as you began to move against his touch, your hips rolling in response to his touch.
he groaned softly as he felt you press against him, his own arousal growing more and more with each small movement you made.
“that’s it,” he panted, “just like that..”
he continued his movements, his fingers quickening their pace as he felt you growing closer.
he could feel your body shaking with need, your hands gripping tightly onto his shoulders.
“just relax darling,” he murmured, “let go for me..”
he continued to rub at your sensitive core, his fingers moving in a steady rhythm, as he watched you grow closer and closer to the edge.
he could feel your body growing tense, your grip on him growing tighter, as you began to whine and pant with need.
“that’s it, just like that..” he repeated, his own hips rolling up against you as he continued his ministrations.
he watched as you grew tense, your body trembling as you reached the edge, your eyes squeezing shut as you arched your back slightly.
he kept up his movements, his hand still rubbing at your sensitive flesh, continuing to bring you closer and closer to release, “come for me, please..” he panted, his own need growing stronger by the second.
he could feel you growing closer and closer to the edge with each second, your breath coming in soft pants and moans as you teetered on the brink.
and finally, you came, your body shaking as you reached your climax, a soft moan escaping from your lips.
he continued to move his fingers gently against you, helping you ride out your orgasm, as he spoke softly, “so perfect..”
he gently pulled his hand away from you, his eyes watching as you came down from your high. he studied your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and messy hair.
“that’s it darling,” he murmured, “just breathe..”
he moved his hands to your hips once more, holding you tightly in his lap as he waited for you to regain your bearings.
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