#thank you so much ana for being a wonderful friend and for everything you do!!

[sleepytortellini]

100 followers! i seriously cannot believe that i've hit another milestone so fast! this is the best early birthday gift i could ask for and such a motivational boost! thank you so much everyone :,) i cherish all of you, no matter if you've been here for a few days or since the beginning! i hope that i can continue to create lovely creations for all of you to see for many more years! once again, i'd like to thank the people who helped me reach this milestone, because i have so much appreciation for all of you <3

@gojosattoru ana!!! my loveliest big-sister-role-model figure!!! thank you for your endless love and support, whether it's our little conversations here and there or your sweetest reblogs! you're such a happy ray of sunshine in my life and i love you so much!! sending all of my love to you darling <333

@tanchirou akiiii :)) you're so sweet and all of our conversations are so lovely!! seeing all of your creations pop up into my feed are genuinely so lovely and i hope that the school year has been treating you well darling!!

@fairystails sunaina :( i love you more than you know and every time i talk to, i find myself smiling so big <333 you're such an amazing person, and despite you leaving tumblr very soon, please know that these past few months of being friends have been so so wonderful!! ily so so so much and keep in touch please!!!

@itadorii-yuuji lisetteeee!!! hope that you're doing well and that the weather over there is great (it's been pretty cloudy/rainy over here lolol) talking to you is such a nice part of my day and ily so much!

@katsukes ian darling!!! i hope that school has been treating you well with you being so busy (because you're ever so smart!! if it's not going well, i'm throwing all of my luck and love at you bby!) ily lots and hope that you're doing well!!

@reddriot zebraaa!!! we haven't been in touch a lot recently! i hope that school is going wonderfully for you and that you're well!! thank you for these past few months, they've been so much fun darling!

@natsutakashi mamie namie!!! seeing your tweets is such a mood booster by how random everything is and ily for it <333 you're such an inspiration to me and all your creations look so amazing (like how ;-;) hope that studying is going well for you!!!!! ily sm!!!

@ocarinnas cahhh!!! how are you? talking with you about 4nemo and genshin is so much fun, and i hope we can play together sometime!!

@fangrui hanyi, your creations are ever so gorgeous and you're even sweeter! thank you for being so nice and i hope you're well!

@keikuns @kishou @missmakaalbarns hânnn!! i hope that you get diluc soon! talking with you guys about genshin is lots and lots of fun!! and senka, i'm so glad that you're done with studying!! hope that life treats you well wherever you go <3 nikki!! thank you for getting me into soul eater and doubling my anilist from stuff i'm going to watch! (i can't promise i'll watch any of it soon, but i will most definitely keep you updated on that)

@koshoe jasmineee!!! screaming with you about genshin is the best and you're so fun to talk to!! love you!

@braunreiner anaaa i can't tell you how glad i am that my words cheer you up! that makes me so very happy as well! keep up the amazing work and i hope you're having an awesome day!!

@deathberi eriii <333 i hope that you're doing well and work is going well!! you're always a pleasure to chat with and ily!!!

@misakarose tayyy!! thank you for introducing me to starset, their music is awesome! and also for making so much gorgeous gojo content! all of it is amazing! sending hugs to you!

@zuura @aslaanjade my two friends anto!!! i love you both so much! your creations never fail to impress and you are both so lovely to talk to! i hope that you guys are doing great!

i'm running out of time, so sorry if i can't write a lot! but i have mountains of appreciation for all of you and ily so much everyone!

many more thank yous to everyone, especially those of you who i met on the amc discord! it's such a privilege to be surrounded by so many talented people <333 @allbluesanji @osamusmiya @mcki @hokusu @baskrvilles @yooasobi @naoamaya @kyaa-a @anyaaforger @man4jiro @luffys @stormbreaker

#milestone!!! #this makes me so happy </3 #thank you so much everyone! #i love all of you so much <333

[gloryride]

𝘄𝗼𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗼 〜 what’s their relationship like with their parent(s)/guardian(s)?

𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝗱 〜 has your oc ever made any choices they regret?

𝗺𝗮𝗶 𝘁𝗮𝗶 〜 how was your oc’s life growing up? did they do well in school if they attended? do they have any awkward teenage memories?

For the cocktail ask. OC is bartender's choice.

Thank you for these asks ! As it's bartender's choice, i try to diversify the babes ♥

[COCKTAIL OC ASKS]

𝘄𝗼𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗼 〜 what’s their relationship like with their parent(s)/guardian(s)?

VANESSA

She never knew her father, Luis Serrano, who died in a gunfight in Valentinos four days after she was born. Her father is just a name, a photo in the living room of the family apartment, and graffiti in Heywood. He's not her father

She chose her father: Sebastian Ibarra, aka Padre. Always there for the Vergara family, he watched Vanessa grow up and saw her potential. He guided her as best he could, and was always there for her.

Her mother, Ana-Maria Vergara, was everything to her. She raised three children while working several jobs, taking care of her mother, and participating in the community. She was a rock, a role model for Vanessa, but also the wise word. Her rules became mantras for Vanessa, which she still follows today. When Ana-Maria became ill, Vanessa did everything to save her, paying her medical bills, chasing death so as not to lose her. The two women were complicit, supporting each other, because they knew they couldn't count on thee others, Rita and Mauricio being neither good children nor good siblings

So when her mother died in her arms, it was heartbreaking for Vanessa - her world was falling apart.

Today, she wears a tattoo in memory of her mother, and has kept her photos and rosary. But above all, her love, deep in her heart, is her strength!

𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝗱 〜 has your oc ever made any choices they regret?

ROXANNE

If she could go back, she'd refuse the TV show, stay in the journalism world, and not feel like she'd sold her life and her image. It brought her a lot of good things, people she could never have met and certain privileges. But the price she has to pay is a huge amount of pressure on her shoulders, about her image and who she associates with. Wondering whether some of the people she meets are friends or not, whether they're there for her or out of opportunism…

But since she can't go back, she accepts the consequences, and turns to the positive she has too!

𝗺𝗮𝗶 𝘁𝗮𝗶 〜 how was your oc’s life growing up? did they do well in school if they attended? do they have any awkward teenage memories?

VIRGILE

Virgile had a complicated childhood, but he has many happy memories too. Livia Sarto knew that her days were counted, and she wanted to transmit as much as possible to her only child. They watched old movies together, read old novels, she told him about ancient Roman history… all the basics he still loves today. Nomads are educated, there are classes, but Virgil only attended part of them; his mother taught him everything. When she died when he was 8, he went to classes with the others, who were curious and hungry for knowledge, especially in history and geography, languages, astronomy and literature. He also spent some time with his father learning mechanics. Then, as a teenager, he developed a passion for computers and netrunning. And despite his mother's illness and death, Virgil had a wonderful childhood and adolescence!

Oh, an embarrassing anecdote btw ? He was 18, with his boyfriend under his tent. He often said he needed to rest, so no one came to disturb him for an hour or two, and it was also a chance to have a bit of privacy and bring someone in (but also to rest, eh!). No one came to disturb him… except his 7-year-old brother, who was determined to wake him up! Except he already was, had just enough time to pull back the blanket (you develop reflexes when your family has no sense of personal space), and yelled at Enzo who came out screaming "Virgile is with his lover!" laughing Embarrassing ...

#about : vanessa vergara #about : virgile sarto #about : roxanne jones #i love talking about families <3

[gojosattoru]

💙 HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANA !!! 💙 I’m sorry that I’m a little late to send you a birthday wish (I’ve been at work all day and haven’t had a change to go on Tumblr) but I hope you had the most fantastic day full of smiles, happiness and lots of love! You are one of the sweetest angels that I’ve gotten the pleasure to be friends with and I can’t tell you enough how much you mean to me! You’ve always been such a caring and supportive person and you always bring so much love and joy in everything that you do! I love you sooooo much so don’t ever forget that ok! I’m always sending you positive energies and supporting you! Once again I love you so much! (´ ▽｀).。ｏ♡

DAISYYYYYYY!!!!!!! ANOTHER LOVE OF MY LIFE!!!! ASDXCFGYUHIJ!!!! It's no problem at all darling, it's super fine really you don't have to worry about it!!! I too am sorry for being so late at replying, since i was most of the time offline yesterday i wasn't able to answer your replies and today i had to finsih a illustration for my boss so i slowly was replying while working XDDDD REALLY THANKIES FOR YOUR MESSAGE MY BABYYY!!! I LOVE YOU SO SO SO SO SO SOOOOOOOOOO MUCH!!! (like infinity emoji XDDD) You're just a purest angel i ever met Daisy, you never fail to come by my blog and leave small messages to me you can't imagine how much this means to me and how much it gives me life and motivation darling!!! I appreaciate it so so so much Daisy, you too are so lovely, so sweet, caring and always so joyful hon!! It warms my days even is just seeing you on my dash <333333 hehe Thank you for being on my life and for being my precious gem darling!! I'm always sending you my love and support to your way ALWAYS!!! Whenever you need sweetheart, i'm always here and i'll do my best to cheer you up and help you in whatever you need Daisy!! Super greateful for every moment we had and i hope we can share more memories together and have more fun!! hehe <3333333 BTW!!! I have new icons for us to match for sxf when it comes!!! WAKU WAKU!!! ofc if you still want to match darling hehe ^^ They are simply cute our icons!! hehe I hope you enjoy it Daisy!!! Please stay well and safe, don't force yourself too much and have a wonderful and peaceful weeken Daisy!! You deserve only the best!! <333333 LOVE YOU SO MUCH BBY!!! Take care of yourself and stay hydrated my love!! *SMOOCHES YOU ALL OVER*!!! THANK YOU!!!! <33333~~

#reply #lovely messages #friends #okkotsu-yuutas #bday2k22

[krshima]

EMERYYYY!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEETIE!!!! Wish you a amazing day with everything you deserve, love, happiness, cake, gifts, EVERYTHING BBY!!! heheh *hugs you real tight* Love you and miss you so much Emery hope you have been doing well and that life is treaking you good <333333 Always be rooting for you and sending you my love and good vibes hon :D hehe Never forget how awesome, kind, sweet and amazing you are! May all your dreams come true cutie!! Take care and stay safe *smooches you all over* 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

ANA LOVE OF MY LIFE THANK YOU SO MUCH *HUGS YOU TIGHT* 💜 i'm so grateful you took the time to send this message even though i've been away for so long aaaa you are one of my oldest and most treasured friends here!! you are the most incredible talent with the heart of an angel seriously i don't know what i did to deserve you 🥺 please keep being your amazing self and never change ok :')) thank you again for this lovely message and for always being the kindest most wonderful person and friend!! i adore you to the moon and back and i hope you're doing well!! love you so much!!!!! 💖💖💖

#replies #asks

[violets-in-her-arms-writes]

(from @flowerprose) Happy STS! A couple of questions for you on this very dreadful day at work: What is an unexpected theme you uncovered whilst writing your WIP? What makes your protagonist suited to tell your story? Why can it only be accomplished through their lens? What has been your most difficult scene, chapter, or character to right so far?

I love you so much right now, you are my saviour! And your questions are so interesting! Thank you so much 💜

🦇 What is an unexpected theme you uncovered whilst writing your WIP?

This might be a little boring but a theme I didn't see coming was "love does not conquer all". Sometimes, love isn't enough and you can't save/help/heal/whatever the person you love most. Sometimes you need help, and sometimes you fail. And that's ok. (Or not. It might not actually be ok, I'm not there yet, but I want them to be ok 🙏)

There's a musical about Dracula in french titled Dracula, l'amour plus fort que la mort (literally "Dracula, love is stronger than death") and it turns out that, well, no, love isn't stronger than death. Unfortunately, when one is mortal and the other is an immortal creature of the night, there's only so much you can do before your love story becomes a tragedy (please, do not become a tragedy, I'm begging you).

(Here's one of the songs from the musical if you're curious : En Transe...ylvanie)

🦇 What makes your protagonist suited to tell your story? Why can it only be accomplished through their lens?

Jo is the only human in the friend group. She's the glue who holds them together. She can step into their words, but is forever held apart from the supernatural, even though it influences her life so much. She's the one telling the story, but the story doesn't even happen to her, everything is happening to her friends and she's left to glue back the pieces together and try and figure out what is going on.

Lou is trying to learn how to be a vampire and bonding with a Coven; Iris is dying and refuses to tell her why; Charlie doesn't want to be a werewolf and is having trouble with the local pack; Alex is hunted on land by a creature of the sea and as she spends more time from the ocean, she becomes weaker; Ana's magic is eating her alive and she's being watched by the Virulentes. And Jo is just... there. Nothing is going on in here life. She's just waiting and killing herself for the others.

🦇 What has been your most difficult scene, chapter, or character to right so far?

Lou is giving me a lot of trouble so far, because at this point of the novel, she's losing control of her bloodlust and her temper, she's callous and uncaring and it makes it difficult to understand why Jo would sacrifice so much for her. I need to write more scenes where she's actually involved in her relationship with Jo, and not just a passive bystander (but one of the key points of her characterization is the fact that she is passive : she doesn't ask questions and she does nothing to understand what is going on in her life. She gets better as the novel progresses, but right now, she's reaaally cold and detached).

Thank you again!! I wrote it down at work and it did wonder to distract me! 💜

#inbox 💌 #wip: la fledgling #i hope my answers made sense!

[thenarryparable]

don't read if you are sensitive to topics about ED's. please.

Cw: Vent writing.

Also please be kind. This is about current (in Jan 2023, if I ever come back to this) events.

Numb

I always say "I feel so numb", recently.

It doesn't mean anything, in the forefront of it.

What does numb feel like?

The feeling of feeling nothing, still a feeling, always downplayed as being 'bored' or 'lazy' as people call it.

What does numb truly feel like though?

Its different for everyone. A blank mind? A empathy issue? All different.

For me it's about a girl named Ana.

A girl who wraps her arms around me and pricks at my stomach. Pinching the soft fat on my body forming a around my empty stomach. Every touch, causing pain.

She whispers awful lies I believe. She never stops talking and blabbering on about how nobody loves me, how I need to change, how I need to diet.

She makes people horrified of me, despite saying my gaunt face getting more and more disturbing is beautiful and proof im 'getting better at this' whatever this is.

She made all of my friends leave, only interacting through roleplay threads, comments I seem to forget about. I'm terrified of them though because if I get near them everything spills out of my mouth like clear, purely water, vomit.

She left me alone for weeks that felt like months. Since she drove everyone away.

Not that I had much left anyway. I soon became too tired to say a single word. Too braindead to breathe.

I couldn't chat normally for a few weeks after I met Ace, I had to learn it all over again. I'm still not good at it, I keep forgetting everything their wonderful, creative brain types out.

She completely isolated me.

Filling my brain with dreadful fog, clogging my memories lungs up so far that they choked up every memory I create as the days pass.

I almost forgot Thursday.

The beautiful angel who tried to get me out of this mess, but failed despite her best efforts. Not even getting a empty sounding 'thank you', ever. Just a 'you tried'.

How the fuck did I nearly forget her? Out of all the people who have tried me like nothing but a piece of gum below their shoe. How did I forget the only person who tried so hard to stay? The only person who didn't treat me like shit?

I don't know.

I'll never know.

Not like I'd remember anyway.

The girl has captivated my life, making me only think about weight loss and food. Nothing else.

It's almost like nothing else matters to her, as long as we are sicker and thinner.

Ana doesn't care. She rather me die then gain a pound.

She loves it when I'm cold.

The goosebumps forming on my skin, even with a heater im front of me.

The one thing I used to love, now I hate. It makes me feel like im going to die.

"Isn't that good?"

No.

It's like feeling someone strangle you until your face turns purple and you black out.

Pure misery.

Pure sadness.

Like Death. If you think that.

Ana only makes you feel dead. That's what she wanted in the first place.

She latches onto you when you feel the worst. Making you push everything away until you are alone.

She wraps her so called 'lovely' arms around your body and turns you into a self-hating mess of a person, she will continue to do this until you are nothing, until you see the light, never feeling beautiful.

Like black scribbles all over you, covering you until you are hidden away from the world.

So when I say, "I feel numb" this is what I mean.

That's what Numb feels like.

#so here's the most personal thing I have ever written. #don't enjoy. you will probably cry #especially if you are mentioned. #tw ed trigger #cw ed #cw ed in the tags #seriously.

[tomiokasensei]

HEYA MARILYN SWEETHEART IT'S YOUR SECRET SANTAAA!!!!!!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 MERRY CHRISTMAS HONEYYY!!!!  🎅🏻🎅🏻🎅🏻🎄🎄🎄🎄 HEHEHE!!!! MAY YOU HAVE A BLESSED DAY WITH LOTS OF WARMTH AND LOVE BBY!!! *HUGS YOU REAL TIGHT* 🥰🥰🥰🥰 It was such a awesome time and a pleasure to be your secret santa and i had so much fun to know you more and talk with you in everything!! ^^ hehe I hope you too enjoyed our time together as much i did ^^ Sorry I went yesterday to send you the last message but tumblr and my internet got crazy and my message got deleted TT A TT i was so ssaaaddd!!! But anyway I will answer to your ask!! I think you should post your art whatever you want sweetheart, your talent is supe beautiful so I bet animanga blog would a appreciate and love your drawings very much hehe ^^ You deserve so much recognization and if you feel like to draw more, then do what your heart tells you sweetie!! I would ADORE to see more of your fanarts and i'm sure the fandoms as well ^^ hehe Do you have ko fi or do you do commissions too? If so I would love to commission you or support you in any way Marilyn!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖 Thank you very much for supporting me as well hehe ^^ It made very happy!! I have a sideblog where i used to post my art to gain some money before i got my job! It's called "letsbeeart" if you want to see my art too hehe ^^ I'm so looking forward to see more of your arts and edits Marilyn!! And to our friendship to bloom more too!! Than you for being so lovely and amazing sweetie!! Happy holidays!! May your dreams come true and your life be blessed with happiness and love!! LOVE YOU LOTS MARILYN!!! THANK YOU AGAIN DARLIN!!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖🎅🏻🎅🏻🎅🏻~~

HELLO DEAREST ANA!!! 💙💜💙 WHEN I SAW YOUR POST IN MY FEED I WAS LIKE, "IS THIS WORK OF ART TRULY FOR ME?!?!?" HAHA 😆 it was so stunning and perfect and made my holiday!! 🤩thankyou very much, most importantly, i hope you had fun making it~ for me, seeing a giyuu post from you was something i had hoped one day hehe 🥰 the colours, the concept, layout and fonts made it absolute perfection!! 🤌 i will cherish our interactions and i am so grateful that you have enjoyed being my secret santa, ana! the most wonderful part of this month was the experience and making a great friend i believe tumblr was always a great place for that!! and thankyou for this message! even if the original one got deleted lol💜

oh you flatter me! art makes me happy and your words are very encouraging! 💕especially since we both have similar interests and majors, this couldn't be more perfect! i do have a ko-fi but i never used it (i should start tho lol) yes i do commissions and gosh! you are too kind, ana, that you would consider an art from me 😳 i will follow your art blog and i look forward to seeing your wonderful work as well as continue to admire your stunning anime graphics!! 🥰 i just saw your chibi work and they are absolutely adorable!! your use of textures and colour is just as impressive as your edits/ the shapes for the graphics in the backgrounds really go well with your art i love them so much!! even for chibis the amount of detail is commendable!! i support you!! 💜

i can't say this enough, thankyou for being so kind and wonderful to me, ana, and i will cherish our new found friendship! i admire you so much!!! 💜 i hope you are having a super awesome day, weekend, and holiday!! merry christmas and a happy new year, ana!! 😘🎄🎁

#gojosattoru #animangasecretsanta #asks

[hobivore]

Azúcar

(azúcar; sugar, n.) 

↠ PAIRING: JHS x reader (f)

↠ WORDS: 1.6K

↠ GENRE: strangers to lovers

↠ RATING: explicit (18+)

↠ SYNOPSIS: He’s sugar and spice and everything nice. 

↠ WARNINGS: alcohol consumption, some good ol’ kissing, wandering hands, thigh riding, and more grinding on the dancefloor (this is Hobi, after all)

↠ A/N: Happy birthday to the one and only, the wonderful and amazing Hobi’s Hoe extraordinaire, Ana! @xjoonchildx 🥳 My dearest Ana, this one’s for you. Thank you for being an amazing friend, writer, and all-around awesome person. I wish I had the time to write you something longer, but I hope you’ll find this short and sweet. 😉

© madseok Do not repost, translate or use my stories without my permission.

“No—listen, I mean it, he’s looking at you.” 

Camila punctuates her words with her half empty glass, waving at the general direction of the dancefloor. The club’s packed tonight, and the two of you are standing at the bar, waiting for one of the barmen to pour you another drink.

Your gaze falls on the man she’s talking about. You’ve been watching him out of the corner of your eye ever since he came in with his friends. He’d made a beeline for the dancefloor, not waiting for the others to catch up. In the sea of bodies dressed in dark colours he stands out like a beacon: brightly coloured sneakers, pants that fall somewhere between joggers and something a little less informal, and a loose white t-shirt. The neon coloured print on the front is hard to read from this distance but you wouldn’t be surprised if it’s some high-end streetwear brand. 

It’s an effortless style that looks both comfortable and expensive—fancy enough to get him into one of San Juan’s most popular clubs. The pops of bright colour might be too much for most people but it suits him, the flow of his clothes unrestricting, emphasising his smooth movements. 

You don’t think you’ve ever seen someone move like that. He’s fluid like water, the music flowing through his body as if they are one. 

It’s captivating, and you belatedly realise you’re staring. Again. 

The man rolls his body in a way that probably violates at least five rules in the Geneva Conventions when all of a sudden his eyes snap up to meet yours, and you hastily turn around.

Camila sniggers into her drink. “Told you so,” she mouths. 

Normally you’d be on the dancefloor by now, liquid courage in hand. But the idea of getting closer to him is daunting. It’s not that you’re such a terrible dancer, but it’d be hard to keep up with someone that good. 

He flashes bright smiles at his friends and anyone who comes near, but between those moments, he seems immersed in the music. A laser-sharp focus, visible in the slight tension between his brows and the downturn of his mouth. 

It’s a little intimidating. 

And really, really hot. 

You wave down the barman—trying to ignore the heat that has crept up your neck, focusing on ordering your drink instead—when you feel someone sliding in next to you. They brush against your shoulder and you turn your head. 

“Sorry,” the man apologises, and your eyes widen in surprise. 

It’s him, and from up close he’s even more stunning; a face composed of sharp angles, with a contrasting softness in the shape of his lips and his warm eyes. 

“English?” he asks, and you nod. He smiles. “Hi. I’m Hoseok.”  

You’re pressed into his side by the people around you, close enough to see the light sheen of sweat shimmering on his forehead. He’s bending down to catch your name over the thrum of the music, and the scent of his cologne fills your nose. There’s a hint of sweet vanilla and something fresh and sharp, just enough of an edge to keep it from being overpowering. 

“Want a drink?” you shout, and he puts his thumbs up. It’s hard to hear each other and you have no idea what to get him so you order the same drink twice; one for him and one for you. He seems happy enough when you hand it to him, clinking his glass against yours while wearing a brilliant smile. 

His teeth are perfect, you muse, and mentally slap yourself for sidetracking this fast. Come on, get yourself together. He won’t bite. Or maybe he will. I hope he does—

The man takes a sip of his drink and you watch the way his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. You cough and straighten your shoulders, forcing yourself to look at a spot somewhere over his left shoulder. “Are you on a holiday?” you ask, gaze briefly fluttering back to meet his.

He nods, then raises his eyebrows questioningly in an exaggerated expression. “I’m visiting relatives,” you laugh. 

Behind you, Camila stirs, waving her now full glass around dangerously. “Hi!” she yells. ”I’m Camila!” She holds out her hand and Hoseok grabs it, his long slender fingers engulfing hers. 

“Care to introduce us to your friends?” She winks at him, then not-so-subtly widens her eyes at you in the universal o shit he’s hot, go get ‘em tiger-sign. 

Hoseok tilts his head with an amused expression and bends over, lips close to your ear. You shiver when you feel his breath ghost over your skin. “Let’s dance.”

You let him lead you to the dancefloor—it’s too noisy to have a proper conversation anyway, and you’re practically vibrating at the thought of dancing with him. His hand stays firmly clasped around yours as he manoeuvres you through the crowd. 

“You didn’t get us anything to drink?” a dark-haired man stops him, pouting, but then his face lights up at the sight of you and Camila. Hoseok introduces you to the man and his other friends, shouting names you’re barely able to hear and likely to forget in a drink or two anyway—then twirls you around, catching you by surprise. 

You laugh, quickly taking a few sips of your drink to avoid it spilling over. 

It doesn’t take long for Camila to be wrapped up in a tangle of limbs, sandwiched between the dark-haired guy and his smaller friend with the pink hair who moves his lithe body in the most gracious and riveting way. 

Your eyes, however, are glued to Hoseok—who turns out to be a lot less intimidating up close, all shoulder shimmies and loud whooping noises as he hypes up his friends. You let the familiar rhythm of the music take over your body, swaying your hips in time with the beat. 

The music switches to something a little slower, a little dirtier—and suddenly Hoseok is a lot closer, too. His hand travels down your back, settling on your hip as you slide your own hand up his chest to rest it right under his collarbone. You’ve put down your empty glass long ago, too preoccupied with dancing to care about getting another drink. 

Hoseok’s smile is gone, his dark eyes fixed on yours. It’s a silent question, one you answer by moving closer. You follow his lead, bodies aligning until you are one with each other and the music. 

Suddenly, he turns you around, firm chest pressed against your back. He tightens his grip on your hips as you roll them into his front. You feel a little delirious—high on his scent, the feeling of his body against yours, the alcohol and the rhythmic push and pull of the crowd around you.  

Encouraged by the fingers playing with the hem of your skirt, you grind your ass into him a second time, smiling at the curse that escapes his lips. He holds you close, guiding the roll of your bodies with his hands. 

The people around you blend into a vague blur. All that matters is Hoseok, and the burning need to feel his hands all over you, skin on skin. 

Winding an arm behind his head, you pull him impossibly closer—his lips are at your neck now, kissing and licking the soft skin right behind your ear. With every roll of your hips you can feel him grow harder, pressed into your ass, his teeth nibbling at your earlobe. 

The music changes and you turn, wrapping your arms around his neck. He slides a leg between yours and grabs ahold of your hips again, assisting them as you grind on his thigh. The friction awakes a dull throbbing in your core and you bury your face into his chest in an attempt to muffle your whimpers. 

He must feel them resonate across his body, if the glint in his eyes is anything to go by, and you’re starting to regret your choice of dress—the short hem riding up higher and higher, your panties rubbing directly on his trousers. At this rate, he’ll have to leave the club with a wet spot on his thigh. 

“You like that?” he asks, kissing the shell of your ear before pulling back. In the dim lighting, his eyes are dark; pupils blown wide, trained on your face. You’re so close your noses are almost touching, and your gaze drops to his lips. 

Hoseok’s hands travel upwards slowly, thumbs skating the curve of your breasts. He leans in closer, and you expect him to kiss you, but before your mouth can press against his he brushes his tongue along your bottom lip and flexes the muscles in his thigh. The sudden pressure catches you off guard and you moan into his mouth. 

“Hoseok,” you start, fisting your hands into his shirt. He cuts you off with a kiss—it’s messy and hungry, all tongue and teeth, stealing the air from your lungs. 

Both of your hands have started to wander, only fleetingly passing over the places you need them most. His touch is becoming unbearable, setting all your nerves alight and fuelling the flames of arousal. 

You break the kiss and he brings a hand up to your face, gently tugging at your bottom lip. “Sweet,” he grins, and then that serious look is back, eyes narrowing in thought. Your breath hitches in your throat. “Like azúcar.” 

You smile at him and grab his hand. This time, it’s you who leads the way through the crowd. 

“Let’s get out of here.”

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[capseycartwright]

"I am fed up with half-measures. I deserve better." (Got huge buddie and malex vibes from this one 👀)

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The last thing Eddie expected to find at his door was Buck, of all people – not because Buck was an unusual fixture in his home; no, because Buck was supposed to be on a date.

Eddie had been trying his best for weeks now, to be the dutiful best friend, and support Buck’s relationship with Taylor – regardless of how much he wished Buck wasn’t dating anyone else – and it was hard. It was hard, and so Eddie was halfway through a tub of his favourite flavour of ice-cream (the excessively expensive one Buck had introduced him to, the one Eddie only bought when he knew Christopher wasn’t home). He’d also cracked open a bottle of wine Hen and Karen had given him as a thank you for babysitting Denny, one Saturday afternoon (he’d made a mental note to thank Karen – the woman had good taste in wine) and so Eddie was well settled in for an evening of feeling sorry for himself while Christopher was at a sleepover party.

Until – well, Buck decided to bang his door in.

Tucking his ice-cream into the crook of his arm, Eddie raised an eyebrow. “You have a key,” he reminded, looking a frazzled Buck up and down. He was clearly dressed for a date – wearing that blue striped shirt that made Eddie’s mouth water, a neat jacket over the top – but he was also clearly not on said date.

“I have had the worst day,” Buck declared dramatically, kicking his sneakers off in the hallway, brow furrowing as he noticed the bottle of wine on the table. “Do you have company?” he asked, clearly confused – Ana was long gone, to be fair, their relationship having ended weeks previously.

Eddie swallowed, glancing down at his very sad outfit of a pair of raggedy old sweatpants, and a grubby sweatshirt that had definitely seen better days – Eddie wasn’t a sentimental man, really, but Christopher always called it Eddie’s cuddliest sweatshirt, so Eddie didn’t have the heart to throw it out.

“No,” he reassured. “I don’t.”

“Wine, though?”

“Are you questioning my methods of self-care?” Eddie retorted. “I like wine, sue me.”

“All wine tastes the same,” Buck sighed, throwing himself on the couch, reaching for the bottle.

“You can have a glass,” Eddie intervened. “But I will kick you out of my house if you drink directly from that bottle, Buck. I’d like to pretend I have some level of class,” he sighed, padding into the kitchen and grabbing another wine glass – a set Abuela had bought him, when he’d moved to LA. “So,” he said, setting the glass down on the coffee table, pausing to take a scoop of his slowly melting ice-cream before he continued. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong, or are we going to play charades?”

Buck rolled his eyes, but took the wine glass, all the same, pouring himself a generous measure. He took a swig, before he spoke, raising an eyebrow. “Did you pick this out?” he questioned, no doubt thinking back to the evening where Eddie had been in charge of getting wine for their family dinner and had accidentally bought cooking wine. It was an easy mistake to have made, if you asked Eddie.

Eddie shook his head. “Present from Karen and Hen,” he clarified. “Stop deflecting.”

“I broke up with Taylor,” and oh, if Eddie hadn’t been waiting to hear those words for so long.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie tried, because he couldn’t look that happy about it, could he? It would give the game away – and in so many ways, Eddie was convinced his feelings were obvious, that he’d given the game away a long time ago, but Buck had never mentioned it.

“I’m not,” Buck looked furious, again. “I – we had this nice date planned, right? We made sure to pick a night where we were both off, where she doesn’t need to be in work early tomorrow, and I’m off, so we could get breakfast, too – really spend some time together,” he explained. “And I got to the restaurant and I waited, and I waited, and I waited for a fucking hour, Eddie, and nothing – no text, no call from her. I was sitting there, spiralling, wondering if she was – if she was dead, or something. Right? So, after an hour, I decided I was going to pass by the news station, and see what was happening, and do you know what she said?”

Eddie shook his head.

“That she’d told her intern to call me and cancel our date, because a story came up,” Buck practically spat. “I mean, is she serious? And like – I love that she has a career she loves, because she gets how I feel about being a firefighter, but she does this all the time and I just never feel like I’m even getting close to the top of her priority list. So, I – I asked her, if I was ever going to be something she prioritised over work, and she said no.”

Eddie winced. “She was honest, at least,” he tried.

“Totally,” Buck agreed. “And I appreciate the honesty – really – and it’s not like it ended on bad terms. We just didn’t want the same thing out of a relationship, and I’m not going to resent her for it. But – fuck, this is nice wine by the way – I am fed up with half-measures, Eddie,” he sighed, slumping back on the couch. “I deserve better.”

Eddie swallowed thickly. Buck did deserve better – and Eddie wasn’t going to sit here and pretend as though he was better, as though he knew he could be boyfriend of the year and give Buck everything he needed. But – Eddie loved him, and surely, surely that had to be enough? It had to be enough to love someone so much it felt like your love for them was etched into the very bones of who you were? Eddie so badly wanted to be enough.

“I wouldn’t,” Eddie said quietly, suddenly conscious of the melting ice-cream he was still gripping tightly. It had cost eleven dollars, he reminded – he should probably put it back in the freezer.

Buck looked at him, utterly confused. “What?”

“I wouldn’t love you in half-measures,” Eddie wasn’t sure where he was finding the bravery, to finally say it, to tell Buck how he felt, but somehow, somewhere, he’d found a bravery he wasn’t sure he’d ever had before. He had thought he’d be spending the rest of his life trundling along, desperately in love with a best friend who didn’t love him back. Eddie had accepted it, almost – because having Buck as a friend was better than not having Buck at all.

Buck’s cheeks were flushed, his eyes wide, and excited. “How would you love me, Eddie?” he asked, his voice soft, and trembling – the only giveaway that he felt as nervous as Eddie did, there and then, dangling on the precipice of something new, and wonderful.

“Forever,” Eddie said. “I’d love you forever, Buck.”

(And when Buck kissed him – he tasted like wine, and Eddie knew he tasted like wine, and Buck’s shirt was soft, under tentative fingertips as Eddie reached out to hold him the way he’d so desperately wanted to for so long, and –

Well, it felt like the beginning of forever.)

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[ladyartemesia]

Since I'm in love with your writings and your taste in reading too. I know that your favorite is Brother's best friend or Best friend's brother, I would like for you to recommend me some of them please ❤️❤️🙏

꧁Brother’s Best Friend꧂

Clandestine by @junghelioseok is fantastic. Jeon Jungkook is the best friend of the reader’s slightly younger brother. He’s sexy and charismatic and DEFINITELY knows what he wants. The growth of his (clandestine) connection with the reader is utterly delicious. This one made me laugh and swoon.

Guarded by @xjoonchildx is basically legendary in my book. The lady in this story is not only Hoseok’s best friend’s sister—she is also his BOSS’s sister and by boss I mean mafia. This is the first installment in Ana’s amazing Rap Line Mafia Universe and it delivers on every level. Hoseok is tasked with protecting the boss’s sister after she is being threatened by sinister forces unknown and sparks fly.

Plums and Melons by @winetae is THAT FIC. The fic I just daydream about sometimes. It’s a fic about two people caught hard in eachother’s gravity. It’s so sexy and cerebral and the main characters are so hot. Jimin is just a guy trying to live his life, but whatever is brewing between him and his best friend’s sister is driving him insane. He wants to be a good guy, but she just isn’t playing fair.

Are You Sure? by @cutechim is such a swoon-worthy and touching piece of wonderful. I tell you I was MOVED. This is beautiful and emotional and EXTREMELY satisfying. Taehyung’s best friend has a sister who he has always secretly adored. When she comes to him and asks for some intimate experience, he isn’t strong enough to say no—not when she’s everything he ever wanted.

Drivers License and Detour by @gyukult is sweet and tender and just a fantastic coming of age story. The reader has been in love with her brother’s best friend, Park Jimin, for almost all of her youth... but what is going on in his head?It’s a tender story that really warms the heart. AND I am happy there is more coming. I would read about these two all day. She published the second part and oh my gosh it’s so incredibly perfect I could scream. This was just such a beautiful journey every step of the way.

Milestone by @1kook is probably one of the first brother’s best friend BTS fics I read and it is amazing. I adore it so much. Because Jungkook is your brother’s best friend he is there for every milestone in your life. But you’ve both grown up now and neither of you are kids anymore. It’s hot. Like really hot. Dialogue and set up are so sharp and fast paced I really loved every second.

Young God by @njssi is scorching hot smut with complicated feelings and warm revelations. You think it’s going somewhere and then it goes somewhere else and honestly it is so awesome the whole time. Jungkook was always your brother’s sweet little friend, but he’s returned determined to show you that he is all grown up.

Tease by @caiuscassiuss floored me. I loved it so much! I spent the whole story just squealing happily about everything. This story has it all. It’s scorching hot. It’s enemies-to-lovers. It’s Taehyung. Jungkook’s sister and Kim Taehyung do not get along AT all—so she decides to bring him to his knees by making him desperate for her. It’s a wild and completely awesome ride.

Wasabi by @ironicarmy is a classic. Hobi is a bad boy that Namjoon vehemently refuses to let near his precious baby sister. But love is too strong a force and soon Hobi and the clever object of his desire decide that some things are worth fighting for. It’s a really sweet story of facing challenges and relying on the people you love. Warm and fuzzy feelings abound, but it’s also super hot.

Forbidden by @btssmutgalore is a masterwork blueprint for this trope. Hobi is a carefree player who falls brutally for Taehyung’s sister. They two of them eventually give in to a VERY steamy series of secret encounters and feelings get very involved. This is hot, suspenseful, and emotionally satisfying. Excellent characterizations as well.

Prohibido by @personasintro is an office AU with a twist. Namjoon is not only her brother’s best friend, he is also her boss and the two of them have incredible chemistry. Watching them pretend that they’re not insanely attracted to each other is so endearing and hot. Reader is convinced her feelings are one-sided. It’s lovely and fun. Definitely a slow burn, but worth it.

Strawberry Kisses by @kimnjss is a fic that I devoured in one sitting and then re-read again immediately. Jeon Jungkook is a player who matches with a girl on a dating app and has no idea she is the sister of his revered mentor and close friend, Min Yoongi. I laughed. I cried. I GASPED OUT LOUD a bunch. It was a whole thing. This is a hybrid social media/written AU and it’s pretty much perfect.

Tempestuous by @ppersonna is so special to me because it was written at the very beginning of my friendship with Lindy. She was looking for requests and I was quick to request my favorite trope. Lindy is bae now and this fic she wrote is marvelous. You are forced to spend the weekend in the same house with your sexy arch-rival Taehyung who just so happens to be your brother’s best friend. Naturally snarky hotness ensues.

Off Limits @floralseokjin is basically a famous entry when it comes to this trope. It’s a Jin fic and Miss Jordan writes EXQUISITE Jin characterizations. There is a hint of mistaken (or unknown) identity in this one which makes it even more fun. Sparks fly between you and a devilishly charming Kim Seokjin at a party. You don’t find out until later who he really is—and why he’s off limits.

And finally I’ll recommend my own Brother’s Best Friend fic All I Want for Christmas is You featuring a charming Taehyung who falls for Jimin’s sister. Jimin basically blackmails his best friend into escorting his sister to several holiday galas. Tae and Jimin’s sister have never gotten along, but they soon discover (through multiple pranks and mishaps) that love (and desire) are out of their control.

Not Your Fairytale by @yeojaa is incredibly sweet and tender. Erin really does emotion so well and her Yoongi characterization is honestly so nuanced and brilliant. This story is about a girl who had her heart broken and instead of canceling the cake tasting she scheduled with her philandering ex-fiancé, she wrangles the tsundere best friend of her brother to pretend to be him.

Brother’s Best Friend by @bts-hyperfixation is a short and sweet moment between two people who have been fighting their attraction for each other. It is so hot and delicious I tell you. You’re in trouble and the person you call is probably the person you shouldn’t—but you aren’t the only one willing to take a risk tonight.

Off Limits by @kaddiiction will break your heart and put it back together again. This one was recommended to me by a reader and I cannot thank them enough. It is fantastic. Jimin is a player but he crosses the line when he begins a liaison with his best friend’s sister. Still there is far more to this situation—and Jimin—than meets the eye.

꧁Best Friend’s Brother꧂

Orectic by @gimmesumsuga is one of my favorite fics of all time. It is a hybrid fic where the reader is a cat hybrid and Hoseok is the brother of her best friend who comes to stay with her while her bestie is away... It is so tender yet SO HOT. I’m telling you I cannot even keep count of how many times I have read it.

Theophany by @ilikemesometaetaes was a JOURNEY. It made me so emotional. Like the story centers around art a lot, but let me tell you, this fic IS art. Jimin is just the man of my whole dreams in this piece as the brother of a former best friend with an irresistible allure. It is a coming of age story with the most beautiful twist. AND THE LOVE SCENE—oh my gosh I screamed it was so good. This story is just so so good.

Run by @neonlights92 is Jungkook’s story in the mafia universe I am COMPLETELY OBSESSED WITH. You don’t have to read the whole series to understand it (BUT YOU SHOULD). This is best friend’s brother meets arranged marriage and honestly it’s fantastic. Jungkook doesn’t do love and affection and being forced into an arranged marriage with his sister’s friend who has always had a crush on him is just a blow to his freedom... or is she? GAH! This story—like all the stories in this universe—is superb.

The Magic to Happiness by @readyplayerhobi is a best friend’s brother meets teachers AU meets Hogwarts AU. Now... all of those are top tier tropes so finding them together is like winning the lottery. Hobi was once just a skinny kid who had obvious heart eyes for you (his sister’s best friend) but now he’s tall and confident and really attractive. The magic of this story is evident in every word of the sweet relationship that blooms between these two.

Problem with You by @monvante is so sweet and kind of hilarious. I giggled so much! Jungkook is your best friend’s brother and he is kind of too perfect and too handsome and he’s always around and you hate him and he hates you... Right? When you cross paths with the infuriating Jeon Jungkook at your best friend’s wedding, you discover that you may have been wrong about a great many things.

Show Me Yours and I’ll Show You Mine by @ktheist is so so SO fabulous. I was obsessed with this (now complete) series from the very first installment. You and Tae are besties who have know each other since you were little kids, but lately Tae’s older brother Jin has been lookin mighty fine. Just how far can you push him till he breaks. And if he breaks.... what then?

This list is BY NO MEANS exhaustive. I just used it to compile some of my FAVORITES in this particular trope.

➪ IF YOU HAVE ANY OTHER BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND FICS I SHOULD CHECK OUT PLEASE COMMENT (seriously please I love this trope so much) AND I WILL ADD THEM TO THIS LIST.

➪ Newer Additions are in PINK!

➪ Newest Additions are in BLUE

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[extasiswings]

Ohhh 70 (“After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?”) OR 93 (“You’re more than that.”) for the prompt thing, whichever you prefer! I always adore your writing, thank you so much for sharing it with us ☺️

OR? No, both. And thank you, you're very sweet. On ao3 here.

Most of the time, Buck feels like there’s no one in the world who understands Eddie as well as he does. Most of the time. Because there are still some other times when he’s completely in the dark.

And sure, okay, it makes sense on some level because they all have their blind spots—of course he’s going to have a few where Eddie is concerned as well—but they never fail to catch him by surprise.

A month after Eddie comes home from the hospital, Buck is having coffee with Carla while Eddie’s at a physical therapy appointment and he offhandedly says—

“Not sure why I never see Ana. You would think Eddie being shot would make her want to be around more, not less—”

“Buck,” Carla interrupts, a strange look passing over her face. “Honey...Eddie broke up with her three weeks ago.”

That stops Buck short, makes him feel like he’s missed a step on the stairs.

“What?” His mouth is dry. He swallows. “He—why?”

Carla picks up her cup and takes a long sip, as if she needs the extra seconds to figure out what to say, and Buck backtracks.

“No, forget it, that’s—it’s not my business,” he says. It’s not. Even if it feels a little like it should be, even if he doesn’t understand why Eddie would tell Carla and not him, even if he’s Eddie’s best friend—

Buck knows that Eddie’s a private person. He knows that sometimes Eddie keeps things close to his chest while he’s thinking them through. Eddie hadn’t said a word about Shannon until she walked into the station and aired their business for all of them to hear. He barely talked about Ana in the first place. He changed his will and sat on that information for a year—

Buck’s not upset it’s just—it feels—

The thing is.

The thing is…He’s not oblivious. He knows how he feels about Eddie. How he’s felt for at least the past two years. Like he can’t breathe, can’t speak, can’t look at him without feeling like he’s screaming with it, bleeding love all over, unable to stop it dripping from every pore. Exposed and pathetically obvious, and the whole time Eddie has just—said nothing. Ignored it, Buck assumes, because he can’t not have noticed, can’t not have seen.

And maybe sometimes Buck has wondered if Eddie wasn’t ignoring it. If he felt the same and just couldn’t say it. Because he was grieving and wasn’t ready—

But then he was. He was ready. And he chose Ana Flores.

That was the end of it. That was supposed to be the end of it. Because Buck’s not a masochist, he knows he hangs onto things for too long, but he’s been working on knowing when to let go.

Except—except Eddie got shot. Eddie got shot and Buck sat on a hospital bed and stared as Eddie said no one will ever fight for my son as hard as you and you act like you’re expendable…but you’re not and the words felt…heavy. The air, weighted. And Eddie couldn’t look at him and Buck could swear that he was trying to say—

Buck knows he shouldn’t be. But there’s a part of him that’s angry. That wants to pace and run and clasp Eddie’s face between his hands and ask really? Now? Because—because Eddie got shot. Eddie got shot and Buck barely survived it, thought if Eddie died, he would have died with him, was more terrified than he’s ever been in his life. But he did survive. And he moved on. He kissed Taylor. He closed the door.

So Eddie’s not allowed to make big declarations that he could have made a year ago and then break up with his girlfriend when Buck is finally trying—

Okay, maybe he’s a little upset.

The rest of him though—most of him, really—knows he doesn’t have any right to be angry. Which is why most of him is just…tired. Tired and terrified and still so in love.

Buck thinks maybe Eddie was right all those months ago. The universe doesn’t scream. It just laughs. At him.

“Buck?” Carla’s gaze is soft. Steady.

Buck clears his throat. Drains the last dregs of his coffee. He tries not to feel like he’s swallowed glass.

“Did I tell you I’m seeing someone?” He asks, forcing a smile. “She’s a reporter. She was—she was at Eddie’s homecoming actually, maybe you met her. It’s still pretty new, but we’ve been friends for a while. Going pretty well so far.”

Something flickers in Carla’s eyes, but she takes a breath and smiles.

“That’s great, Buckaroo,” she replies. “I’m happy for you.”

He’s trying. He’s really trying.

He doesn’t ask Eddie about the breakup.

*

Recovery is slow.

Buck doesn’t really like thinking about it as recovery because Eddie’s the one who got shot. Eddie’s the one who was in a sling and in physical therapy and had to spend months waiting to be well enough to get cleared to go back to work.

Eddie’s the one who got shot. The one whose blood flooded the street. The one who spent days unconscious in the hospital. The one who almost died.

Eddie’s the only one who has anything to recover from.

Dr. Copeland doesn’t agree. Buck mentions that he’s having trouble sleeping, that his chest gets tight if he goes too long without seeing Eddie and Christopher, that he can’t breathe sometimes when he’s on shift and Eddie’s out of sight.

She refers him out to a trauma specialist. He tries to argue that it’s not his trauma, but she just looks at him for a long moment.

“When you say you can’t sleep, is it insomnia? Or do you have nightmares that wake you up?”

Buck bites his lip and looks down at his hands. When he blinks, they’re streaked with red. When he blinks again, they’re clean. He curls his fingers into fists to prevent them from shaking.

“A little of both,” he admits.

“And when it’s nightmares, what are they about?”

“…blood.” Eddie’s blood in the street, on his hands, splashed across his face, on his tongue—

She hums.

“Evan,” she says quietly. “It’s okay. It’s not a weakness to admit that you need help. And just because you weren’t shot yourself doesn’t mean you didn’t experience something traumatic. You’re allowed to seek treatment.”

Buck swallows. “I feel like…I should be better by now,” he admits. “Better than this. Shouldn’t it be easier?”

“Recovery is a process,” Dr. Copeland replies. “A journey. And it doesn’t always move in a straight line. There’s no timetable.”

Recovery. He makes a face.

But, he goes to see the specialist. He’s not sure how much it helps.

Blood splashing across his face, water running red, skin scrubbed raw—

Buck sits up gasping, cold sweat beading across his brow. Taylor is sound asleep on the other side of the bed, the distance between them a chasm he doesn’t know how to cross. He doesn’t know if he wants to even if he did.

He shivers. Grabs his phone. Quietly descends the steps of the loft to settle on the couch.

“Buck. Hey.” Eddie’s voice is gravelly and soft from sleep. Buck winces.

“Sorry,” he says. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I don’t mind,” Eddie replies. “You know I don’t mind.”

Eddie pauses. “What was it tonight?”

Buck exhales shakily. “Your heart stopped in the truck before we could get to the hospital. I couldn’t get it to start again. I know it didn’t happen that way, but I still—”

“It’s okay,” Eddie says. “I’m okay. That—it wasn’t real.”

“Yeah.” It felt real though. Buck can still feel ribs cracking under phantom compressions, the slick of blood on his hands. He can taste Eddie’s blood in his mouth.

“What do you need?”

Buck stretches out and closes his eyes, the phone pressed hard to his ear.

You. Just you. Always you.

“Can you—” His throat clicks. “Can you just talk? It doesn’t matter about what, I just—”

I need to hear your voice. I need to hear you alive.

“Christopher picked a project for the science fair,” Eddie says. “You have to promise to act surprised when he tells you though. He’s really excited.”

“Oh yeah? I can do that. What is it?”

“Well…”

Buck falls asleep again with Eddie’s voice in his ear and he doesn’t dream again. Taylor wakes him on the couch in the morning, an odd look on her face—he doesn’t know how to explain that it’s not her fault. She just can’t help him. Perhaps she never could.

Buck thinks maybe there’s still a part of her that wants him to chase her. But he’s in no condition to chase anyone, even if he wanted to. It takes enough out of him to hold himself together. And to fight against what seems more and more inevitable.

So. Maybe he should stop fighting it.

He sighs and scrubs a hand over his face as he sits up.

“I think we should probably talk,” he says quietly.

Taylor tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and sinks down onto the couch next to him.

“I think we should.”

It ends as quickly as it began.

*

Christmas takes him by surprise. It’s not that Buck doesn’t notice the fall slipping away—a Halloween shift, a Veteran’s Day that has Eddie a little quieter, a little shakier, than usual, and Thanksgiving lasts practically a whole week with all the leftovers that end up in the station—but somehow it doesn’t fully register until he looks up at the calendar in the middle of December and sees a smiling Christmas tree sticker on a date ten days out. They’re not working, so the only question is where he’s going to end up, if anywhere. Although, he supposes even that’s not really a question.

He knows where he’ll end up.

Five days before Christmas, a last-minute tree has been wrangled into the Diaz house and Buck is fighting with a tangled set of lights while Eddie pulls out wrapping paper and ribbons and retrieves the hidden stash of gifts for Christopher from his closet. Christopher himself is fast asleep in his room, worn out from the day of running around, and without the extra person to focus on Buck takes a moment and lets himself just...watch Eddie. Sitting on the floor in low light with his legs stretched out, surrounded by ornaments and boxes and stray clippings and a small pile of somewhat lumpy, clumsily wrapped gifts, his lower lip caught between his teeth as he focuses on trying to figure out the right way to fold the wrapping paper—

There’s a stray piece of tinsel in his hair and a laugh catches in Buck’s throat, even as the rest of him aches with a sudden, fierce urge to brush it away.

He aches. Because this—this is what he wants. Eddie and Christopher and going around town to finish the Christmas shopping, picking out a tree and decorating it as a family, coming home to this day after day after day and knowing it’s where he’s supposed to be—

Eddie got shot. Eddie got shot and it was the worst moment of Buck’s life. He thinks sometimes that he would rather have his leg crushed under a thousand ladder trucks than risk going through that again, but—but running away didn’t make him stop loving Eddie. Dating Taylor didn’t make him stop loving Eddie. Time hasn’t made him feel anything less, if anything it’s just cemented things.

So...so if Eddie is going to have the power to hurt him that badly regardless of whether Buck admits it out loud, if the risk of loss is going to be there anyway...shouldn’t he at least get to have everything? All the good parts?

Don’t they deserve the chance to be happy?

“Buck?” Eddie’s brow is furrowed in concern. “You okay?”

Buck opens his mouth, intending to reassure him, but what comes out is—

“Are you in love with me?” Eddie freezes and Buck resists the urge to panic and take it back.

“Because—” Buck clears his throat. “Because sometimes I think you might be, and—”

“Yes.” It’s quiet, barely a breath, but that single word hangs in the air. Buck’s heart races.

“You could have told me,” he replies. “Why—why didn’t you just—?”

Eddie looks away and Buck catches a familiar look flickering across his face. Doubt, shame, fear—everything that he himself has felt—

Oh.

Blind spots.

He never considered that Eddie might be just as afraid of rejection as he is. He never considered that what’s been so painfully obvious to him, might not have been to Eddie himself.

Buck gets up from the couch, stepping carefully around the mess on the floor until he can kneel down next to Eddie. Eddie, whose jaw is tight, shoulders tense, like he’s waiting for a blow.

“After everything we’ve been through...you still don’t know that I love you?” Buck asks quietly.

Eddie sucks in a startled breath, turning back to look at him, his gaze searching. Buck holds it steadily and waits. It’s not the first time he’s walked out on a limb. But it is the first time he’s had someone else out there with him.

If it cracks this time, they’ll fall together.

“I didn’t think—” Eddie’s eyes close briefly as he clears his throat. “I didn’t think I was enough.”

“You are,” Buck replies. “You’re more than—Eddie—”

“We have a life,” he says when he can get his thoughts in line. “We built a life. Together. Even if we didn’t say that was what we were doing, it’s what we did. So, maybe—maybe we can try being a little more honest about what we want while we’re living it? I don’t—I don’t want to waste anymore time.”

Eddie looks down—then, he reaches out slowly for Buck’s hand, his fingers finding the spaces between Buck’s and slotting in.

Buck squeezes gently. Eddie squeezes back.

“Okay,” Eddie agrees. “Let’s try that.”

Buck does pluck the tinsel from Eddie’s hair, but when he tosses it away, his hand comes right back, fingers sliding into the strands to keep Eddie still. Eddie’s eyes are dark in the dim light, but his lips curve faintly up as Buck leans in.

Kissing him feels like coming home.

#chapel writes #buddie #buddie fic #911 fic #evan buckley

[gojosattoru]

hi ana ^^ i just saw the post you made and let me tell you that you have the support of many people here on tumblr, you have talent and remember that we all go through times like this, if you find it difficult to think of new ideas, you can try to relax by doing something that you like it, do not think too much about it because that will only stress you more >_< you are a wonderful person and I am really glad to be able to have a friendship with you ~\(≧▽≦)/~ I wish you good luck in your next projects but above all I hope you are well 💕

by the way the new edition you made of banana fish is really beautiful, I loved the colors, you are really great! 🎃🧡

heya atsumi darling! thank you very much for your supportive message it made me smile sweetie! *hugs* yeah i will rest this weekend and hope my mood will get better and my headaches as well! it's been a bit tough with work recently but like you said everything will be alright if i calm down and distract a bit!! i am so happy to have you guys always by my side and never fail to make my days so much brighter, thank you so much for being my friend too, for coming and give me your strength throught this sweet message ; u ; i love you so so much too bby! really thankies for the energy and for always loving my works, it makes me super duper hyped <3 *hugs* and thanks a lot too for liking my banana fish edit hehe i wasn't sure if it looked simple and rushed but seeing your feedback made me so happy ^^ really appreciate it atsumi you're always the kindest hehe wish you a lovely weekend and take care as well my love! *smooches you* <333

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[krshima]

If you’ve got wings, you should stretch them out and fly.

—happy birthday ana! @gojosattoru ♡

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[ghosthunterbuck]

like it means something

buddie (2.8k) (read it on ao3)

Evan. His own name won’t stop rattling around in his head. Evan.

He brings Eddie home from the hospital and everything’s - not okay, Eddie still got hurt and Buck still had to watch it and Bobby’s still hurt too, but - they’re getting there. No one died, and that’s a hell of a lot better than it could’ve been. No one died.

Evan.

Eddie kisses Chris’s forehead and Buck grins wide, because yeah, of course he would take care of him if the worst happened, but this is what Christopher deserves. His family, alive and whole and well.

Taylor’s there. Of course she is, Buck’s mind supplies, you asked her to be. She’s your friend. More than a friend? Buck doesn’t know. There’s a lot to unpack there, and with everything else that’s happened, they haven’t had the time. It’s a conversation for another day.

Abuela, Pepa and Carla each take their turn fussing over Eddie and then, to Buck’s surprise, him too. He doesn’t understand why. Eddie got shot, not him. Eddie’s the one who hasn’t been home in a week, not him. Eddie -

Evan.

Buck’s at a loss. It’s a party of sorts, but Eddie’s exhausted and so is he. Buck feels completely wrung out, and he can see the tension in Eddie’s expression that says he does too. He wants to tell everyone else to leave, but it isn’t his place. Still, though, Taylor seems to get the hint first. She pulls him aside with a gentle hand to his shoulder.

“I’m going to head out. Is there anything you need?” she asks.

Buck shakes his head mutely.

“Just... get some rest, okay? I know you want to take care of him, but you’re not the only one who can.” She presses a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, then heads over to where Eddie and Ana are seated at the dining room table to make her excuses.

Taylor is half right and half wrong. There are other people that can take care of Eddie, but Buck won’t be able to rest unless he’s nearby.

Evan.

Abuela and Pepa leave next, citing the sinking sun and the growing weariness in Eddie’s movements. They each kiss him on the cheek and go with the promise to return in the morning. Abuela’s left behind enough food to feed an army for a week, stacked in the fridge in carefully labeled Tupperware.

Then Carla goes and it’s just Eddie, Ana, Buck and Chris.

Evan.

Buck should probably go, he knows, but he can’t quite bring himself to. He knows Eddie’s okay, has the living proof sitting right in front of him, but the second he looks away all the tension of the week returns, the fear and anxiety mixing sickeningly in his stomach.

Christopher has fallen asleep in Eddie’s lap, head tucked into his good shoulder. Eddie himself is fighting yawns. It’s been a long day.

Finally, it’s Ana who breaks the silence, standing and pressing a kiss to Eddie’s forehead. “Get some rest,” she says. “And text me if you need anything.”

It’s virtually the same thing Taylor said to him, and it strikes Buck as odd. They’ve been together, what, six months now? She should be saying more. Maybe she’s not because he’s here. Buck still can’t bring himself to leave.

Evan.

Neither of them has moved in the minutes since Ana left, but Eddie’s eyes are starting to drift and Buck knows he needs to sleep.

“Let me take Chris,” he says softly.

The grateful nod Eddie gives him is a testament to just how tired he really is.

Buck picks him up carefully and carries him to bed. He tucks him in and presses a kiss into his forehead. Once upon a time, he might’ve wondered if that was his place. Not now, though, not after everything Eddie said. He loves this kid like his own; he’s not going to pretend it’s anything less.

Evan.

He flicks the light out and makes sure Chris’s night light is on before gently shutting the door. Wordlessly, he returns to Eddie’s side.

There’s a grimace of pain on Eddie’s face that hadn’t been there before, and a quick glance at the clock tells Buck that he’s way past due for another round of medication. He grabs the pills and a bottle of water from the kitchen.

“The doctor said I can give you ibuprofen, too, if this isn’t enough.”

Eddie shakes his head minutely. “No, this is okay.” He swallows the pills Buck offers him dry, then washes them down with a swig of water.

“You need to sleep,” Buck says. “I should-“

“Stay, please?” Eddie interrupts him.

And how could Buck say no to that?

Evan.

Buck’s barely asleep when he hears Eddie cry out. He’s on his feet in a second and by Eddie’s side in less.

Eddie’s asleep still, but his face is scrunched and he’s curled in on himself like he’s trying to make himself smaller. Buck places a hand on his leg and shakes him gently.

Eddie shoots up, hissing in pain and clutching his shoulder. His eyes dart wildly around the room, unseeing.

“Hey, hey, just a dream, you’re okay,” Buck says.

Eddie’s eyes are wide with fear as they meet Buck’s. He sucks in a ragged, shuddering breath, then sags.

“I- you. You were- fuck,” Eddie stutters, scrubbing a hand across his face.

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” Buck repeats. He pulls Eddie to his chest. “You’re okay.”

Buck rocks them back and forth gently as his shirt slowly grows wet with Eddie’s tears.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” Eddie gasps against him. Buck just holds him tighter.

“Don’t be,” he murmurs, “I’ve got you.”

Eventually, Eddie pulls back, wiping his eyes with his good hand.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Buck asks after a moment.

Eddie shakes his head but begins to speak anyway. “It was- I saw you, covered in blood and I couldn’t... couldn’t move, or, or help you. And- and then you were coughing up blood, just like at the party, and I tried, Buck I tried but it was like I was stuck in quicksand and I couldn’t-“ Eddie’s breathing has gone ragged again, so Buck grabs his hand.

“Me?” he can’t help but ask.

“Evan,” Eddie says, so tenderly it hurts.

Evan.

They fall asleep curled together, Eddie’s hand resting over Buck’s heart. It’s the first decent sleep Buck’s had since the shooting.

They don’t talk about it the next day, mostly because Buck doesn’t know what to say. He suspects Eddie doesn’t either.

Instead, much to Christopher’s delight, Buck makes pancakes. The three of them eat together on the couch, watching some cartoon that Chris seems interested in and Buck’s never seen before. It’s so painfully normal. Buck was terrified he’d never get to have this again, and now that he does he can’t shake the feeling that the other shoe is going to drop.

Evan.

That night, Eddie wordlessly pulls Buck into his bedroom. They lay facing each other in the dark. Buck wants nothing more than to bridge the gap between them, but it might as well be the Grand Canyon.

There’s not much light in the room, just the ambient glow of the city filtering in through the cracks in the blinds. It’s enough to see Eddie’s face by, but it doesn’t help Buck read his inscrutable expression. He eventually gives up trying and closes his eyes.

He’s stiff, and sleep evades him. If Eddie’s shifting is any indication, he’s still awake too. Finally, Eddie heaves a sigh and, to Buck’s surprise, wraps a hand around Buck’s wrist and pulls. Buck opens his eyes and sees the silent question in Eddie’s.

Is this okay?

Buck presses himself into Eddie’s space without hesitation.

Evan.

Eddie has a doctor’s appointment the next day, and Buck’s agreed to meet Taylor for coffee after dropping him off. Carla’s with Chris for the day, to help him with school, leaving Buck with a free hour on his hands for the first time in over a week.

His stomach has been in knots all morning. He’s not sure if it’s the prospect of letting Eddie out of his sight for the first time since he’s been home, or the conversation he knows he’s about to have with Taylor.

Because he’s thought about it, and the idea of being with Taylor… he’s kidding himself. Before, maybe. But now, after, with the mess of feelings he has twisting in his chest - he’s not in a place to start something new. He’s not even sure he wants it - her - anymore. Taylor’s great, but she could never fill the hole that was punched in his chest by the same bullet that tore through Eddie’s shoulder.

He’s starting to wonder if he’ll spend the rest of his life dividing things into before and after.

Taylor’s already seated when he arrives, fingers wrapped around a cardboard coffee cup that’s still steaming. Buck almost expected to change his mind when he saw her, to suddenly remember why he was interested in the first place, but mostly he’s just anxious to get back to Eddie. He doesn’t even really feel the old curl of attraction he’s used to. He sits in front of her, suppressing a sigh.

Taylor looks up at him, wearing an expression he can’t quite decipher. “Buck,” she says.

Evan.

“Hey, Taylor.”

“You don’t want coffee?” She asks, inclining her cup towards him.

Buck shakes his head. “Had some this morning,” he shrugs. “Don’t want to get jittery.”

Taylor frowns slightly, but doesn’t say anything.

They sit in awkward silence for what feels like an eternity before Buck finally breaks it.

“Look, Taylor,” he sighs. “There’s a lot going on right now, and I just… whatever this thing is between us, I’m not sure I have the space to figure it out. You deserve someone who’s all in, and I just can’t be right now.”

Taylor blows out a breath. “Oh thank god,” she says.

And that’s… unexpected. Buck raises a brow.

“You’re my friend, and I care so much about you, but I- I was scared, and I didn’t know what to do with it, so I told myself it was something else.” Taylor doesn’t look him in the eye. “All this earnestness is making me nauseous,” she jokes weakly.

Buck huffs out a short laugh. The tightly wound anxiety in his gut loosens, just a bit. “Friends, then?”

Taylor finally looks at him and smiles. “Friends,” she agrees.

“How was coffee?” Eddie asks. He’s looked vaguely constipated since Buck picked him up, but insists that his appointment went fine.

“Good,” Buck replies honestly. “We’re on the same page.” He’s driving, but out of the corner of his eye, he sees Eddie’s face do something complicated.

“Good,” he says. “That’s good.” There’s a beat of silence. “So you’re… together, then?”

Buck glances at Eddie, whose eyes are fixed on the road ahead of them. His expression is carefully neutral, but tight around the edges. Buck huffs a soft breath. “Nah,” he says. “End of the day it wasn’t what either of us wanted.”

Some of the tension bleeds out of Eddie’s posture. “Oh. I, uh- are you okay with that?”

Buck chuckles lightly at that. “Yeah, Eds. Pretty sure I’ve got everything I need right now.”

Evan.

Sleeping in the same bed at night becomes something of a habit, just like not talking about it does. It’s not that Buck doesn’t want to. He’s just… not sure how. What do you say when you’ve got so many feelings that you can’t even begin to decipher them, and the only thing you know for sure is that the thought of letting your best friend out of sight for more than a few minutes sends you careening towards a panic attack? There’s not exactly a greeting card for that.

This song and dance, though, it’s familiar. Comforting, in its own way. They’ve always flirted with the line between friendship and more, daring to put a toe over it, but never to take an actual step. Buck can’t help but wonder if this is a step, and they’re both just too chickenshit to admit it.

Evan.

“Where’s Ana?” Buck asks one morning, apropos of nothing. “I would’ve expected to see her around more often.”

Eddie stiffens. “We, uh, we broke up.”

Buck whirls around, nearly flinging egg against the backsplash. “When?”

“After the party.” Eddie shrugs uncomfortably.

Buck’s eyebrows raise. “I’ve been with you 24/7 since then,” he says. The question is obvious.

Eddie rubs a hand through his hair and frowns sheepishly. “I… texted her?”

Buck’s jaw drops. “You ended a 6-month relationship, a week after you got shot, over text?”

“In my defense, I was on a lot of painkillers. It seemed like a good idea at the time.”

Buck can’t help but laugh, throwing his head back. After a moment, Eddie joins in.

“That,” Buck says between giggles, “was not cool, man!”

“Nope,” Eddie agrees.

It’s the best either of them has felt in weeks.

The night after Buck’s first shift back at the station, Eddie has the worst nightmare he’s had since that first night. It takes Buck three tries to wake him, and the glassy look in his eyes remains far longer than he’d like.

“Please be careful,” Eddie says finally. “You have to- I can’t-“

“I promise,” Buck says, holding him tight to his chest.

Evan.

It’s Buck’s own nightmare that brings things to a head.

He’s been sleeping surprisingly peacefully since Eddie’s return home, but when the nightmares do return, they’re the worst he’s had.

He dreams he’s stuck beneath the firetruck, white-hot pain radiating up his leg, watching helplessly as Eddie bleeds out in front of him. Eddie tries to drag himself to Buck, but each pull makes the wound gush even more blood. Buck tries to yell for him to stop, but he can’t make his jaw work.

He finally wrenches it open, only to find himself sitting bolt upright in bed. His throat feels raw, like he’s been screaming, and Eddie’s hand is clutching his forearm. He knows where he is, but the panic from his dream isn’t receding. It grows louder and louder, until finally, Eddie’s voice cuts through.

“Evan!” He says sharply. “You’re okay, you’re fine. You’re in my room, with me. We’re both okay.”

Buck sags and falls back against the pillow, willing his breathing to slow. “You keep saying that,” he whispers in the dark.

“What?”

“My name. Like it means something.”

“It does,” Eddie says. “Every single piece of you matters.”

And Buck… Buck almost believes him.

Evan.

The elephant in the room grows larger every day, but still, they don’t talk about it. For all intents and purposes, Buck lives at Eddie’s. It’s been months. Eddie doesn’t physically need his help anymore, but neither is willing to let the other go. With Eddie’s return date drawing nearer, though, it’s getting harder to ignore.

Buck doesn’t want to ask, but he has to. He’s been waiting for the other shoe to drop since practically the first night, and he can’t take it anymore. He decides to soften the blow with pancakes.

“I should probably go back to my apartment,” he says, as casually as he can manage, as if the words don’t feel like ripping his still-beating heart out of his chest. Buck tries not to examine that feeling too closely.

“You need something?” Eddie asks, like it hasn’t even occurred to him that Buck might not come back.

“No, I-“

“Oh,” Eddie says. His expression goes carefully blank.

“I just-“ Buck tries to explain.

Eddie holds up a hand forestalling him. “I get it,” he says. “It’s fine.”

Buck swallows, ignoring the voice in his head that says definitively that it’s not.

Evan.

Buck’s out the door, duffle in hand, when Eddie stops him.

“Buck, wait,” he says, “Evan!”

Buck drops his bag in surprise and turns, only to find Eddie much closer than he expected.

“Don’t go,” Eddie says in a rush. “Stay, please. I need you here. With me.”

Buck gapes at him, as slowly the knot of emotions in his chest begins to unravel. The string that encircles the edges, that one he knows well: fear. The one beneath it: anger, at the sniper and the universe for hurting Eddie all over again. Hope and devastation intermingle, while grief lay coiled off to the side.

And the string that runs through the middle, holding it all together… that’s love.

Oh.

Buck gets it now.

He takes a step forward, closing the minuscule gap between him and Eddie. “I don’t want to go,” he whispers.

“Then don’t.”

Buck kisses him, soft and sweet. A promise, one which Eddie returns in kind.

There’re still a million things to talk about, but for once in his life, Evan Buckley is pretty sure he has all the words he needs.

#911 #9-1-1 #buddie #911 fox #abbie writes #fic #mine

[matan4il]

Hello!!! First of all you're awesome and I love everything you write!! Second of all: I was talking about the 5x13 synopsis with a friend and the most terrible thought dawned on me. I'm probably not the first person to think this, but the words "survivor's guilt" raised alarm bells for me. Not that it's bad to address that, Eddie 1000% has it, but --- that could end up being the reason why he had panic attacks over Ana!! Because he was feeling guilty about replacing Shannon and getting to be happy!! NOT because, as we all thought, he was feeling the effects of heteronormativity!!! I cannot believe it but there is still wiggle room there for the writers to plausibly not make the panic attacks related to queerness in any way. And the prospect makes me so upset, because if that's the rationale, therapy doesn't have to address Eddie's sexuality at all. And I feel like if Eddie doesn't have any sort of realization about his sexuality now, we're not gonna get him with Buck down the line. What do you think???

Hi Nonnie! Awwww, that is so sweet of you to say, thank you so much, I’m absolutely delighted that you enjoy what I write! *huuugs*

Oh, so I have to say that I was never really sure Eddie’s therapy would be connected to his sexuality. He has so much to work through even before getting to whatever he feels for Buck. But then I also don’t think his sexuality has to be discussed in therapy in order for him to figure out that it may be different or... wider than what he used to think. At the end of the day, 911 is a drama show, and that ‘oh’ moment that we talk about, that lightbulb going off in Eddie’s mind, it doesn’t have to be defined in terms of labels, and it doesn’t have to get Frank’s seal of approval. But it does have to feel like a climatic moment that glues audiences to their screen. Is that based served in the setting of a therapy session? It could, but... I tend to think they’ll see more dramatic storytelling possibilities outside of it. So have heart! Even if Eddie and Frank never talk about sexuality, that’s not the end of canon Buddie by any means! Even in terms of timing, right now it feels like Eddie needs to heal and figure out what drove him to quit a job he loves and a team that he sees as a family before actually talking to his own son. So even outside the therapy setting, if Eddie doesn’t have that moment yet, it’s because he’s not at the right point on his journey, not because a certain destination is unreachable.

Does that make sense? I hope it does and that helps! Don’t hesitate to let me know whether it did or not... and hope you’re having a wonderful day! xoxox

(I've been juggling work overload and medical stuff, but I did my best to catch up. If you wanna see my replies or check if I’ve answered yours, here’s my ask tag. xoxox)

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[formulinos]

Hello everybody, it’s Ana here, briefly talking seriously with you. First of all, I would really like to take some time to appreciate all the nice people around here who have had some brilliant sportsmanship while participating on the tournament. When I first did the post, considering how tiny my blog is, I didn’t expect that it would grow the way it did, I just wanted to do something fun around here given that’s summer break and I have been taking my time writing the Hyperfixation Corners, the key focus of why I’m here. To see amazing people reblogging these, taking their stands and creating funny stickers, graphics and posts to engage with the tournament is wonderful and I really can’t say thank you enough. A special thanks to the folks at the GC (you know who you are) who have also been very supportive from day one.

That being said, unfortunately things took a weird turn today after I got some further weird anons making some claims I know aren’t true and would be only inflammatory if I published them. I want to be clear that this isn’t serious at all: I don’t make money off this and the drivers will not add it to their Wikipedia accounts. This is just a fun little game and if you think it’s well organised, I did it so on purpose because I believe that if you establish your foundations well, everything after is fun and within the rules of the game. I didn’t want to limit the numbers of answers and ask for e-mails/usernames because I wanted people to feel free to vote as they please and however many times as they pleased without feeling embarrassed. I did not expect it to grow as it did so fair play, but even as it grew from day to day I knew what to expect from the fan favourites and the surprises were pleasant (even more with your interactions). By matchday two I knew it was growing a bit more and that people would share the poll around so their friends voted to. Again, I didn’t mind, think of it as the Driver of the Day polls, it’s fun to win, it’s messy, and it’s not serious.

The choice I did to DSQ Charles really was because it was too obvious to the point that it wasn’t sportsmen—like anymore. It was really fast and not keeping up with the trend I was observing (maybe I should have kept a screen record of the poll or something so I could prove it, but I didn’t think it would be necessary). If we had reached today with the same number of votes he had but it had been a slow steep, I’d know it was weird but I wouldn’t have minded and it would have been way more plausible to think it was just the Charles armada doing what it usually does. And that’s fair, it’s a tournament after all. Now, it’s just one person but one person is already too much for a silly game on Tumblr and it’s starting to get malicious, and that’s not what I’m here for.

I’m not sure I will turn off anon yet and I don’t intend to stop the responses, but I have a very low threshold to tolerate these things and I will just drop everything if it keeps happening. I don’t need this and you don’t need this either. It’s been a very tense championship and I know we all needed to put our hair down a bit so I’m glad it has fulfilled its goal. My end goal is to be happy though and as Tyler the Creator said, “just close your eyes hahahaha”.

Sorry for any inconveniences and I hope we return on Monday as planned. Thanks again everybody!

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