#damn my own recap got me so worked up

[bearsbeetsbeskar]

Mando Episode 4 Thoughts:

Well foundlings, we are 2 episodes away from the season being over and here we are. I truly don't know how to feel at this point. I mainly feel like I am still clinging to the vestiges of positivity and hopefulness that this season will turn out amazing, and BUILD upon what we have witnessed and learned in s1 and s2. I would however, be lying if I said I am losing hope and feeling frustrated/short changed at what we continue to receive for our Mandalorian and his little ward (also c'mon Din when are you going to just say that you are his father and he is your son???)

Buckle up cause this is long and I have a lot of feelings, and also I am sorry lol. I still love this show with all my heart but seeing Din and Grogu not really in the spotlight has got my panties in a bunch.

The Mon Calmari and Quarren romance that was dismissed as a FLING, I COULD NOT WITH THAT (she really said boy this was a situationship, cuffing season is over goodbye)

Din is playing sidekick to Bo as she embarks on this journey of reuniting Mandalore and reclaiming her forces (now let me be specific here and say that there is literally nothing wrong with sidequests, much of Din's journey with Grogu throughout s1 and s2 after The Sin, was completing sidequests, whether it was helping Cobb Vanth, the frog lady, or Cara Dune and Greef Karga. And I appreciate the friendship he has somewhat inadvertently formed with Bo up to this point, but it truly feels like he is being sidelined and she has been the main character). While Pedro confirmed that this season will show many other Mandalorians, the premise of this show focuses primarily on one Mandalorian and his journey with his son does it not??!!

It was endearing to see how he remembered speaking to Kuuil, and was educating Bo on how to speak to Ugnaughts but that was about it

WHEN JACK BLACK AND LIZZO APPEARED ON MY SCREEN I FULL OUT CACKLED AND SCREAMED YALL (because as much as I appreciate both respectively as actors and artists, that was the point that hammered home the writers and casting directors are taking their liberties with this season, not really serious, like yeah lets throw Jack Black in SW because why not???) Again, let me preface by saying there is nothing wrong with incorporating well known actors and celebrities when their characters add value, and depth to the storyline of the season or episode, e.g. Bill Burr as Mayfeld who appears in s1 and s2. But at this point it felt like shits and giggles that these two individuals were added to the storyline

I understand that the episode was called Guns for Hire, but it gets a little tiring to see the characters get sidequested into other things before they can accomplish their main mission. It feels like a plot line that has been overplayed at this point. Perhaps it would feel different if the stakes were higher with said sidequest, but investigating malfunctioning droids??? It's not really doing it for me. Now again, when Din was quested into helping Bo take that weapons freighter in Trask, or when he was quested into helping Cobb Vanth kill the krayt dragon for Boba Fett's armour, those had substance to them, and were genuinely enjoyable to watch because of the relationships he had with those characters, but this sidequest seemed so futile and put Din two steps backwards in terms of personal growth

Bringing me to my next point of contention, which is that we all of a sudden reverted back to Din hating droids? He made such progress with IG-11, specifically wanting THAT droid to help him navigate the atmosphere of Mandalore, or what about when he was rebuilding the N-1 starfighter in BoBF and working with Peli Motto's droids, like did we forget all that and return Din to his base programming of hating droids? I got a chuckle out of watching him donkey kick the battle droids, don't get me wrong, but the persistent comments to Bo and how his demeanour quickly changed up when he was interrogating them in the droid bar (it was hot but also disheartening) made me sad :(. What happened to that character development??

And lastly but most certainly not least, the relinquishing of the darksaber. LORD HELP ME THIS WAS THE HARDEST PART TO WATCH AND I WAS SITTING ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT IN DISBELIEF THE WHOLE TIME

I genuinely could not fathom that the writers would disregard the lore of the darksaber and everything we had learnt about it up to this point, from what Moff Gideon said about having to win it in combat, to the armorer telling Din in the BoBF the tale of the darksaber, explaining to him how to wield it properly

SO much of the anticipation built up towards season 3 has been placed on this weapon (including it in all of the show promo and posters) and it was handled so carelessly imo, its importance in Dins character and story building, his journey, him learning to wield it properly (lets face it, even though he isn't perfect at it, every time that man pulls out the darksaber and uses it I get wet) it was flippantly pushed aside just so he could hand it over to Bo and be like 'this is yours, you are the ruler of Mandalore now'

I, as I am sure many others did, wanted a good chunk of this seasons storyline to be Din's redemption, and some introspection into his pov of being a ruler, being a leader, reuniting Mandalore, what the Creed means to him now, how to be free of conflict so he can properly wield the darksaber, and how to be a Mandalorian after all that he has seen and been through (*cough* AFTER HAVING WALKED BOTH WAYS *cough*)

It felt like they struggled to connect the dots so so soooo hard by having him be like ' Bo defeated the mechanical bug creature that defeated me so it belongs to her' LIKE SIR WHAT

EVEN AXE WOVES ACKNOWLEDGES THIS. He was like girl the man you need to defeat is standing right behind you like a damn sidekick, I am not the one. And while I appreciated Bo standing up for Din and validating his identity as a Mandalorian just as much as they are, it all was such a mess and made no sense???

There is so much internal conflict within me yall, I keep thinking about what Pedro said in that interview of how interesting it is to play and witness a character that is thrust into a leadership position reluctantly, who has no desire to lead, and watching them grow, but Din has not done much growing to me in this season, he has stayed to Bo's side, watching her journey

no other thoughts of substance, except that grogu continues to be a cutie pie (he's a KNIGHT NOW ASDAGSKDASDJ), Din continues to look like a shiny WHORE without even trying (I still swoon)

I am really, genuinely, worried for the next two episodes, there is a lot riding on them. I have a sneaking suspicion that they also will not confirm Moff Gideon's return until the season finale, and end on that cliff hanger

If you have read this far honestly you are wonderful and I appreciate you following me and listening to my nonsense rambling cause this show has ruined by life in the best way but it feels so UNTETHERED rn

CAN I SCREAM IN SOMEONE'S INBOX ABOUT THIS PLS CAUSE I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS

[holllandtrash]

the man | lando norris (6 to 1) smau

part of the lover x 6 to 1 series | lando norris x leclerc! reader

and I'm so sick of them coming at me again 'cause if I was a man then I'd be the man

takes place a year after the original story of 6 to 1 i know this one wasn't voted for but it's been sitting in my drafts and i haven't posted in over a month so enjoy

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ynleclerc happy monday drink your greens

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landonorris no thank u

ynleclerc hmm i seem to recall you asking me for the recipe ten minutes ago

yellowmclarens love her but why does she feel the need to post body shots like this

yvonneatthetrack full length shirts exist babe xx

lovely_sainz this is quite literally just an excuse to post pics of herself in a crop top lol

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charles_leclerc gym day

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danielricciardo taking lessons from george?

f1emily yeeeeesh thirst trap coming in hottt

sundayscariess its illegal for a man to look this good

ferrari.florals ok 🥵🥵 more of this pls

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wag.spotting collection of pics of y/n posted by her friends these last few days

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whatisferrari looking a little too close for comfort with that guy in the first pic

ricciardobaby i KNOW thats not lando laying on her legs in that second pic

golden_norris it's not carlos either...why does she hang out with so many guys lol 81piastries come get your girl landonorris

ynleclerc

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ynleclerc devils in the details ♡ thank you ysl

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landonorris paris or london

ynleclerc montreal, im hanging out with lance - he's moved back up my ranking lancestroll oui landonorris 🤔🤔🤔

happyhamilton sorry am i reading the comments right...shes with lance?

karlaformulauno yeah...what...

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paddock.updates Y/N Leclerc and Lando Norris are no more after Y/N Leclerc has confirmed to be in Montreal with fellow F1 Driver, Lance Stroll

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papayaclub LOL bro not her jumping from lando to carlos to LANCE

wag.updates did not have this on our f1 bingo card

sunshinemick silly szn i guess but i can't say im surprised..

ynleclerc damn news travels fast 💀💀💀

landonorris ohh thats why you're not answering my calls yellowmercedes i can't tell if shes joking but honestly lando deserves better sundayscaries shes got the worst sense of humour if this really is fake, for landos sake i hope they actually are over

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ynleclerc weekly recap

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landonorris did you crop out my face in all of these on purpose

ynleclerc its called a soft launch landonorris you can't soft launch after hard launching FOR A YEAR ynleclerc watch me

leclercsrearwing bestie even i know that lando hates fish and im not his girlfriend

ynleclerc i didn't force the sushi down his throat 🫶🏻 liked by landonorris

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landonorris Rollin’ with tumitravel paid parternship

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ynleclerc im gonna borrow that suitcase

landonorris get your own

boxbox if driving doesn't work out he could be an influencer

albonoscats would do anything to see more of lando in his influencer era

haasbeen whatever he's selling i'll buy it

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ynleclerc emptying the camera roll 📸 not ready for summer to end

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charles_leclerc Pourquoi publier cela? why did you post that?

ynleclerc désolée 🤭🤭 sorry

jemmaf1 is that CARLOS in that first pic having dinner with her and her friends

ynleclerc carlos hosted the dinner montrealking18 WHY DO YOU KEEP HANGING OUT WITH CARLOS gokartboys asking the important questions ^^

fmkf1grid yes we get it you're close with all the drivers thank you for the reminder

pastriesoscar this photo dump is so pretentious lmao its just look all the drivers in my life and also look how pretty i am

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landonorris also emptying the camera roll, good idea ynleclerc

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ynleclerc love you

danielricciardo who are those beauties in the last picture

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givemef1 not lando posting the same pics as y/n 💀

schummyys he really said 'i was at carlos' dinner party too don't worrry'

hornersux wait but that pic of y/n in the window is actually so pretty

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landonorris to the love of my life, you never cease to amaze me. from the way you switch languages mid conversation with me to the way you are always curled up on the couch waiting for me to walk in the door. you are my biggest supporter, my strongest motivator and the reason my days seem brighter. i don't know how i lucked out with you little leclerc, but i promise to love you for the rest of our days

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danielricciardo are you proposing to y/n over instagram?

pierregasly seems like it landonorris just keep scrolling

ynleclerc currently crying on the couch as i wait for you to come home liked by landonorris

summeriturnedf1 he calls her LITTLE LECLERC

happymclarens okay he LOVES her loves her

allgasnobrakes wonder how charles is doing reading this and knowing that lando is planning on marrying his sister

formulaferraris forget charles...lando is the biggest simp in the world for y/n, lets talk about that

a happy ending was deserved

[lunaekalenda]

champion treatment!

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, fingering, oral m!receiving, tbh i started this with a character in mind but it can be a couple of them so just tagging the ones i think that fit lol, femboodied reader, use of pet names as "darling"

"come on, you can do better."

but you can't. not with your mouth aching from taking his shaft and his fingers stuffed inside you, mercilessly thrusting in and out of you while his hips press against your face, making you take even more of him. your body is spread on his lap, his legs open so he can finger you at the same time you give him the special treatment for champions like him.

"look at you now, so silently, obediently sucking on my cock, huh?" he thrusts his hips and his fingers at the same time, his free hand resting on the curve of your lower back, arching you for him. "no more complaints, rudeness or sharp responses." he hums in approval when you moan around him, fingers reaching deeper as his own cock touches the back of your throat. "already too dumb to even remember what you said earlier to me?"

his apartment is silent, apart from his grunts and your moans, his heavy breath and your gasps for air every time he lets you breath. The windows are full open, giving a view of the city none of you are appreciating. you're too busy into each other to even notice the way the night lights start to turn on as the sun sets behind the windows. he takes his shaft out of your mouth, slapping it against your cheek with soft moans and lustful looks. he presses the tip softly between your half open mouth, two of his fingers running up and down his length while his eyes are fixed on yours. His other hand, still busy on you, adds another finger to your insides, making you moan, for his pleasure.

"let's see... you entered in my gym." he recaps, as his fingers keep moving inside you, making your back arch more and your own body search that friction. "no, no, that's not how it works. it's rude to cum while i speak, so you'll have to listen and wait, got it?" he takes your body closer, resting his back against the backrest, and taking your body between his legs, your back against his chest. his free hand keeps your legs parted as his fingers keep pumping in and out, so pleasurably, so good. "don't you dare to take your attention away from me, or i'll have to punish you." with that being said, he licks your neck from your shoulder to your jaw. "where were we? ah, yeah. the training." his fingers slow down for a bit, for your relief, as he kept thinking. "you entered while i was still training. that shouldn't be a problem, i'm used to having you fluttering around in those stupid gym clothes." his fingers quicken the pace, going more aggressively, while his thumb caress your lips. "then, that damned boy asked to train with me. as if i hadn't anything better to do as the champion." he grunts, the silence letting you hear the obscene wet sounds coming from his fingers. "and then, you stood up, came towards me and... what did you call me, dear?" the sarcasm in the pet name he uses on you makes your senses come back a little, only to be swept away with the next thrust of his fingers.

"asshole." you manage to speak between your teeth. he laughs before taking his fingers to your mouth, playing with your tongue, saliva dripping all down your chest while he hums.

"exactly, asshole." he approves your words, taking his fingers out of your mouth, still wet. "don't even think about closing those legs, hm?" you feel the coldness on your back when he moves a bit, taking the wet hand towards his hardness and pumping it up and down. you can hear the sounds he makes, the way he breaths, the way he moans and curses under his breath. "and then... what happened then?" he remembers perfectly, and your mind is too dizzy to even think about it. "then you went for a shower at the same time i did. such a coincidence, specially in a gym where there's only one shower room." he stops his words to moan audibly, and you can hear his fist jerking him faster. "mhm, fuck. i would have waited outside, but waiting is not for me." he takes his fingers out of you, glistening juices dripping down his fingers. you turn to face him right when he licks one of his fingers from the base to the tip, a lustful smile as soon as he's done. taking your nape, he brings you closer, pulling you for a kiss. his mouth is aggressive, violent. it crashes against yours like an hurricane, and his tongue slips inside of your mouth easily, playing with yours, muffling all the moans he lets escape as his hand keeps going, letting you taste yourself on him. he parts. spreading his body in the bed, he asks you to sit on his lap. gives you a side smile.

"then, we came here, to discuss your behavior in my gym." he continues, as he licks the hand on his shaft, giving it a slow pump again before getting on his knees. bending your body by your lower back, making you arch and open your legs for him. he puts a cushion under your tummy. his eyes are still fixed on your legs, on the way your juices drip down to your thighs, on how you desperately move your body to search for friction. he gives you a slap on your ass. "be quiet." his fingers caress you again, right before he leaves a hungry kiss on your pussy, tongue taking all the wetness and making you ready -as if you weren't.- for his cock.

taking him won't be easy, and you know it, but you're in so much pleasure you physically need him to fuck you. he slaps his cock against you a couple times, the lewd sight of your wetness coating his length, before he pushes his tip against you.

"and then, i told you we punish people like you." he moans between words. "the way your eyes looked at me, defiant... that made me instantly hard." he pushes a bit further, his fingers gripped to your ass as you take him inside, moaning every time he moves. "and then, somehow, we were making out on this exact spot."

you didn't knew what you felt for him. was it hunger? hate? desire? somehow, the vision of him lustfully smiling, with one hand marking the shape of his cock on his training pants and the other already inside his shirt, made something in you.

"how was i supposed to resist?" he finally pushes all his length inside, making you release all the air in your lungs. "with those cute training shorts that left nothing to my imagination." those shorts are now in front of you, messy, wet. "do you remember what happened next o your dumb brain needs me to refresh it?" he doesn't give you even time to answer when he thrusts deep inside you in one motion, making your voice leave in broken moans as he keeps making your ass bounce against his hips. "i touched you above those damn shorts, and you made such a mess... who would have known that the same asshole you confronted would be the one to make you wet with a couple of caresses and dirty words on your ears?" he thrusts again, harder, his body falling on your back and his lips kissing your shoulder. "fuck. and who would have known you hid something so good for me, hm?" you can feel his cock throbbing when your pussy clenches around him, the way his voice deepens every single thrust, how his words are more and more broken by moans. "i... i told you i would bend you over my bed." his hand presses harder on your back, arching you more, making him reach deeper as he goes harder and harder and faster. "and that i would fuck you senseless." he keeps going, drops of sweat running down his muscled torso towards the v on his hips. he gives a strong, deep thrust, staying quiet for a second, stimulating your clit with his wet thumb. "and that i would fill you up as many times as needed for you to learn the lesson." his hips start to move again, shy, slow, painfully slow, reaching and caressing sweetly every correct spot inside you.

"fuck." you're able to say the whole word before he laughs, his hand traveling to your shoulder to make his thrusts deeper.

"you're enjoying it, huh? i can feel how damn wet you're getting while i keep thrusting" he goes in again, harder, making you grip your hands on the fluffy bed cushion. "should i be a bit more rude? it's not a punishment if you're having a better time than me." his tone shows he's joking, as he caresses the curve of your ass before tightening his grip around your waist, guiding your body towards his again,. "although my first idea was to take you back to the gym and show everyone the consequences of annoying me, as soon as you looked at me back i knew i needed to keep that to myself." so, he drove back to his apartment, with you on the copilot seat, after making out on the changing room and decided to take it further on his luxurious penthouse. his hips keep slamming against your soft skin, wet noises can be heard in the room as he keeps going. your knees feel shaky from the effort of being in four while the pleasure makes them tremble. your voice is long gone from all the moans and grunts you've been releasing, and he seems way more silent than earlier, as a clear signal of pleasure.

"suck me in again." he asks, in low voice, a long moan following his words while he takes his hips far from your body, leaving your bodies only connected by his tip. you make an effort to do what he asks for, and the way he growls lets you know you did good. "yeah. just like that, exactly like that." his voice deepens as much as his cock does inside you. "you're taking it so well, you're even making me proud." he whispers. with a subtle movement, he pulls off suddenly, leaving you trembling and wanting more. He takes the pillow under your body away as he takes your legs, turning you around, resting on your back and facing him. his strong arms take your legs, putting both around his waist, as he enters again in a quiet movement, smooth, pleasurable. his face is now close, his moans getting mixed with yours and his arms holding his weight to avoid squishing you. "better this way?" he asks. you nod a couple times, too immersed in pleasure to speak, and he leaves a kiss near your jaw. "you're close, aren't you? i can feel it in the way your tighten around me." his hips slam sensually against your body, sweetly, way more lovingly than at the start of it. "come on, darling, cum for me, yeah? you deserve it after being so good for me." he hits the spot harder, deeper, before talking again. "cum so i can fill you up... i can't even imagine how good you're gonna squeeze me while you moan my name." his mouth is now on your ears, whispering such words and bitting your lobule. your mind feels cloudy, but you can feel the knot in your stomach, about to explode. you hug his back and your legs try to keep him closer, buried deep inside of you, as his name comes out of your mouth in a plead.

"yeah, yeah, exactly like that." his own words sound inestable, and his thrusts get erratic. "ah, i'm gonna fill you up so good... you've made such a hard work to take me today, you deserve it so much, don't you?" he rambles as he keeps going, so close. you feel overstimulated, your words aren't coherent anymore and you feel to tired to even move. your muscles keep clenching, and he moans every time you do so. "you deserve it, darling. take it, don't let it waste, yeah?" with a last thrust, you feel how his body loses strength, almost falling on top of yours, as he cums. he stays that way long time after he's done, hugged to your body and buried inside of you, while your hands caress his hair softly. your breaths are rhythmic now, and the city lights are more beautiful than ever behind the window.

[cevansbrat0007]

The Ache

Summary: You decide to tease Andy on FaceTime during your evening bubble bath.

Warnings: Smut, Needy Andrew Barber, Bubbles, Cursing, Light Masturbation, Phone Sex, Oral Sex (fem receiving), Thigh Slapping, Minors DNI

A/N: Request courtesy of an anonymous reader. Hope it's okay. Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

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You slowly sink into the tub with a sigh, reveling in the feel of the warm water as it envelops your tired body. After a long day of juggling presentation after presentation for your increasingly organized boss. If you were being honest, it was starting to become a real concern. Especially now that it was affecting your ability to see your man. 

To be fair, it had only been two days since you’d seen each other last. And you certainly talked every night. 

But there was just something about that damned Andrew Barber. He’d managed to get under your skin in a way you hadn’t anticipated. Frankly, you could spend hours doing a deep dive trying to examine the hows and whys of it all. Or you could just accept it for how it was. You’d gone and fallen hard for the man.

And it had all happened without your fucking permission.

A smile forms on your lips, something that always happens when you think about your Andy Bear. On a whim, you reach for your phone sitting next to your wine so that you can reread the texts you two had exchanged earlier in the day. You scroll through messages, chuckling at the photo he’d sent of him supposedly languishing away at his desk with the caption “thinking of you” written underneath. 

You’d been in the middle of working on updating your media calendar when his text had come through, so you hadn’t had time to respond. But now that you’re alone and buzzing from your last glass of wine…

You open the camera app and flip the screen so that you can snap a picture of your knees peeking out from beneath the bubbles. You allow your thumb to hover over the button for a fraction of a second before finally hitting send, only to follow it up with the words: thinking of you too. 

And then you wait, biding your time as you take a sip of your drink. You hadn’t really done much sexting in the past, having always preferred to play it safe. But you also felt like you could trust Andy with this part of you. 

Besides, it was just your knees along with a hint of thigh. Not exactly material for revenge porn, you know?

You jump when your phone begins vibrating in your hand. Of course it’s Andy…and he apparently wants to FaceTime. Oh God! Squealing softly, you briefly debate whether or not you should answer even as you swipe accept. 

“Hey, baby girl.” Andy purrs. “I was just thinking about you.” 

Just to recap, you were currently sitting naked in the tub, mid-bubble bath, on a FaceTime call with your boyfriend. No big deal, right? Not really. Except that you had never done anything like this before. And certainly not with him!

“Why you got me facing the ceiling? I’d much rather be looking at you, gorgeous. Especially after you sent me such a pretty picture.”

“Hi, honey.” You whisper. Sitting up a little straighter, you adjust the angle of your phone so that he’s looking at your face instead.

“There you are.” He smiles and takes a sip of his beer. 

“Yep…here I am.” This whole situation has you understandably nervous, and more than a little turned on. You felt so…naughty like this; talking to your man while enjoying a deliciously warm bubble bath. “What are you up to?” Your free hand snakes out to grab your glass of merlot.

“I think a better question is…what are you up to?” Andy winks at you then, catching his bottom lip between his perfect teeth as he leans into the camera. Almost as if he’s trying to get a better view of you in all of your sudsy glory.

“Mm…just relaxing with the help of some wine and a little music...”

“And a nice, hot bubble bath, huh?” Your man eagerly finishes for you. “Can’t go and leave out the best part.”

Ooh, here we go. You think as a delicate blush creeps its way across your cheeks. 

“Mmhm. Gotta do something to relieve all this tension.” You playfully crinkle your nose as the words come tumbling past your lips. “Especially since someone isn’t around to take care of it for me.” 

“Now that’s just – ugh! Baby, you’re not even playing fair.” He grumbles, scrubbing a hand over his chiseled jaw. “Let me see you.”

“I’m right here.” Instead of complying, you toss him a little wave. Paying special attention to the way his eyes darken as he watches the water drip from your fingers.

“You know what I mean.” 

“Do I?” Feeling bashful, you look away from the screen. And then you flip it, gifting him with a glimpse of your newly polished toes. “How’s that? You like the color?”

“Love it. Now let me see the rest of you.” Andy growls low in his throat, his voice pitched to arouse.

“I think you’ve seen enough, Andrew. Now, tell me about your day.” You try to sound serious, but it’s hard when he’s looking at you like…well, like that.

Like he’s going to spontaneously combust any second if you don’t give him what he wants. 

“It just got a hundred times better five minutes ago.” You roll your eyes, silently letting him know that that was so not what you meant. 

“Fine.” He grunts, looking every bit as impatient as he sounds. “I drank too much coffee this morning. The chili dog I had for lunch gave me heartburn. And now my dick is hard as diamond watching you splash around in the tub like a fucking mermaid, while I'm stuck here on my couch halfway across town.” He takes a deep pull from the bottle in his hand. “That descriptive enough for you, sweetness?”

“Not bad.” You offer up a delicate shrug. “I give it a solid seven out of ten.” 

“C’mon…” Andy groans, dragging his long fingers through his already tousled brown locks. “Swear you’ve got me dying over here. Lemme see you.”

Heaving a playful sigh, you finally decide to give him what he wants. Not much, mind you. Just a little somethin’ to tide him over until you saw each other next. Which would hopefully be tomorrow.   

You angle the camera down, allowing him a brief glimpse of your bare breasts. Giggling, you lightly splash the water onto your chest, loving the strangled moan that rumbles from somewhere deep in his throat. 

“Like what you see, Big Man?” You purr as you slowly slide your wet fingers down your body, past your navel, and into the water below. A whimper escapes as you stroke between your folds, gently parting your lips to caress the swollen bundle of nerves currently begging for your attention.  

“That’s right, baby.” Your boyfriend rasps as he leans in for an even better view. “Touch yourself for me. Pretend it's me playing with that sweet pussy.”

“But you’re n-not.” You tell him as your hips begin to rock, sending water sluicing this way and that.  “Doesn’t feel as good as - as…” Your words trail off as you swirl the soft pads of your fingers over your needy clit, trying your best to soothe the growing ache. “Ooh…”

“I know, baby. I know. But don’t stop…” Off screen, you hear the distinct click of a belt buckle, followed by the quiet undoing of a zipper. “Not yet.”

Biting your lip, you give him a small shake of your head before removing your fingers and sucking them into your mouth. “Mmm…so good.” You tell him, noting the way Andy’s blue eyes simmer with desire and a hint of jealousy.

“You taste divine, baby. But I don’t recall giving you permission to stop yet.” Comes Andy’s husky growl, his tone filled with unbridled need.

“But I’m done. And the water’s getting cold so…” You raise a hand to toy with the messy bun adorning the top of your head, lightly twirling the kinky curly strands. “Guess it’s time to say goodnight.” 

“Now hang on a sec, sweet girl –” Andy pleads. 

 “Sweet Dreams, Andrew.” You tell him with a saucy wink. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Don’t you dare –” You end the call before he can finish before setting aside to finish your bath. After reheating the water, you take your time to exfoliate using your favorite body scrub, all the while still grinning like a fiend. 

You knew that you shouldn’t have teased your poor Andy Bear like that. But you couldn’t bring yourself to feel too bad. You’d be sure to make it all better whenever you saw him next. Which would hopefully be sooner rather than later.  

___

Two hours later…

“Fuck!” You hiss before rolling over and punching your pillow for what had to be the umpteenth time. You’d been tossing and turning for easily over an hour, but try as you might you just could not fall asleep. “Hate this shit.” Frustrated, you flop onto your back and stare at ceiling.

Yeah, you’d tried to make some magic happen after you’d finished getting ready for bed, but you just couldn’t seem to get yourself there. But it certainly hadn't been for lack of trying. And then when you’d gone to bust out the big guns, your favorite vibrator had decided to die on you approximately thirty seconds after turning it on. 

You had even briefly entertained the idea of calling Andy again. Deep down, you knew he would take pity on you, even after your little stunt back there in the bath.

But he would definitely make you work for it. 

Of course he had tried to call you again after you’d hung up on him – twice, actually. And while you hadn’t answered, you may or may not have shot him another picture of yourself wearing a bikini top made out of bubbles. 

All you’d received in return was a simple text calling you a little fucking brat.

So, you’d messaged him another photo. This time of you blowing him a kiss. Which also happened to consist of bubbles. Had to keep with the theme, you know?

If you were being honest, and you were, you’d brought this on yourself. And now you were being made to suffer. Meanwhile, your sweet Andy Bear was probably at home fast asleep dreaming of...

Your thoughts are interrupted by what sounds like a knock at your front door. Sitting up, you spare a glance at the clock, revealing that it was well after 1:00am. Who the fuck could that be at this hour?

You hear the knock again as you climb out of bed and scamper into the hall, hurriedly throwing on your silk robe as you go. Rising on your tiptoes, you go to peek out the peephole. Only to be surprised when you see your boyfriend standing on the other side.

“C’mon, baby girl.” Andy mutters to himself as he prepares to knock once more. “Open up already.” Confused, you make quick work of undoing the locks before wrenching open the door. 

 “Andrew…it’s the middle of the night.” You breathe, drinking in every inch of his sexily rumbled form. “Is – is  everything okay?”

“No.” He grunts, his tone gruff as he rakes both hands through his hair. “Couldn’t fucking sleep.”

Andy pushes his way inside your apartment, forcing you to take several steps back. “Every time I closed my eyes, I had this fucking vision of you all wet and covered in those damned bubbles.” He kicks the door shut before reaching behind him to click the lock into place.

Appearing every inch the predator, Andy slowly advances on you, backing you into a nearby wall. “Kept fuckin’ teasing me. Couldn’t get you outta my head.” He pins you against the cool surface, holding you hostage as his brawny arms come to rest on either side of your head. 

“Look what you did to me, baby…” His head dips as his mouth crashes down on yours, making you whimper. His tongue sweeps past your lips as he buries his big hands in your hair, his fingers deftly massaging your scalp before removing the tie and freeing the wild strands. 

“Oh God...” You moan into the kiss, arching your back as he dominates your body with each demanding flick of his tongue, each sinful nip of his sharp teeth. “Andy, I – fuck!”

He picks you up by your ass, walking you further down the hall and into your living room. Hot, wet kisses rain their way down your throat as he begins to fight with your clothes – tearing off your robe and casting it to the side. It catches the edge of a lamp, sending it crashing to the floor. 

Not that you care. Your man’s got you so wound up that you barely even flinch at the sound of it shattering into pieces.

“I’ll buy you another one.” Andy growls as you both tumble on the couch in a flurry of tangled limbs. 

“Who gives a fuck?” You hiss, tugging at the lobe of his ear with your teeth as you go to remove your cami, accidentally hitting him in the face with it.

“I need you, baby girl.” He rasps against your throat, sucking on the tender flesh. “So bad that I fuckin’ ache.” He presses your hand to the impressive outline of his cock. You squeeze him through the thin fabric of his sweats, loving the thick feel of him as he grinds against your palm. And then he pulls away, eliciting a small whine from you.

Standing, he seductively peels the shirt from his body. Your mouth waters as the glow of the moonlight washes over him, drawing your attention to his taut, defined abs. 

“Need you to fix it, baby.” Andy purrs after he kicks his pants aside. His head tips back as he fists a hand around his girth, slowly pumping up and down. “Fix me.” Groaning, he increases the speed of his strokes.

His lust-filled eyes find yours, watching your fingers as they skim beneath your cotton boyshorts to play with your pulsing clit. “Please?” He murmurs, his soft plea filling the room as he towers over you – his hard cock level with your hungry gaze. 

“Yes, Andy.” You nod, swallowing thickly. “I - I’ll fix it.” He sinks to his knees in front of you, his slightly calloused palms coming to rest on your thighs. “However you need me to." 

“Thank you, sweet girl. Thank you.” Your man presses an open mouthed kiss to the sensitive skin just behind your knee. “Always so good to me.” He settles in, draping your leg over his shoulder.

“What are you –?” You gasp, your small hands gripping his head as his luscious mouth descends towards your pussy. Pulling your panties to the side, he buries his face between your thighs, nuzzling the sensitive nub with his nose. 

“Oh yeah.” He growls as he does it again before gently lashing at your bud with his eager tongue. “Can feel myself getting better already.”

“I thought you wanted me to – to…ungh!” You cry out when he smacks your hip. Once. Twice. You knew without a doubt that you were going to be covered in his marks by the night’s end. 

“You promised to help me however I needed.” Andy hums as he continues to feast on your most intimate flesh, his beard scraping against your inner thigh. “So shut up and take it.” His tone comes out gruff, even though he’s clearly reveling in every sweet, breathy moan and whine that leaves your lips.

Instead of ripping your panties in two like he normally would, your Andy Bear forces you to hold them to the side so he can concentrate on the meal you’ve so generously set before him.

“You’ve got a lot of healing to do, baby girl.” Two thick, talented fingers find their way inside you, searching for that special spot that was guaranteed to drive you wild. You feel your hips buck on their own accord as your toes start to curl. “Hope you’re ready for a long night.” 

Andy sucks your clit into his mouth, shaking his head as his fingers continue to pump in and out of you. You thrash against his hold as you feel the coil in your belly tighten as it threatens to snap, sending you plummeting over the edge into bliss.  

“Because we’re only just getting started.”

END

[fruitbasketball]

wnba recap 6/27

holy FUCK bro what a fucking day i know i’m late but let’s get into it

minnesota lynx vs. dallas wings

there is genuinely no world in which the wings should have won this game. none at all. rike shot 8-17 and that’s GOOD for her. mccowan had a double double, solid work, but everyone should really be thanking odyssey sims. everyone say thank you!!! say thank you kim mulkey!!!

yeah y’all should’ve left courtney williams in chicago if she was just gonna win the cup and then pull this shit. 1-6? lord we got klay thompson himself in the w. lynx bench is really just zero help like poor phee put the team on her back against dallas and it just didn’t pan out.

connecticut sun vs. washington mystics

the fact that this game even went to overtime… connecticut you are in trouuuubleeee! i thought it was gonna go to DOUBLE too. shout out shatori walker-kimbrough because miss girl was automatic until she had to hit that clutch 3 😭😭 nah i’m playing but lord help poor aaliyah edwards. this girl was never injured in college and missing this many games. THEN she gets to washington and her teammates are injured or running furniture stores, and her own back is out. my poor husky i’m so sorry baby

now ms. alyssa thomas. 1-5?? 7 points??? 37 MINUTES????? lord give me strength this team is gonna piss me off thank god she got 8 boards bc why the fuck else are you on the floor. dijonai 4-9 from 3 tho thank you good god. since no one else on that damn team could hit a 3. what do you MEAN 2-9?? db bro??? jesus christ.

las vegas aces vs. chicago sky

AYEEEE SEC LINKUPPPPP IK Y’ALL SEE DAT ‼️‼️ we got the bayou barbie, killa kamilla, and the m’vp herself going head to head to head

dawn staley not too happy about her girl blocking her girl but it’s all love <3 HELLOOOOOO A’JA WILSON 30 PIECE! HELLOOOO ANGEL 9TH STRAIGHT DOUBLE DOUBLE. I GOT MY MVP. I GOT MY ROTY. THIS IS GOOD FUCKING TELEVISION THANK YEWWWW ‼️‼️‼️‼️

in other news… the 3 points from kysre explains some… other events that transpired maybe

indiana fever vs. seattle storm

YEEEEEAAAAHHH GIVE IT TO EM GOLD MAMBA. GIMME THAT SHIT. i love jewell loyd so fucking much idc. i literally LOVE her.

34 points???? on 10-15??? with one eye??? yeah. YEAH.

kristy wallace get out the fuckin league bro. 18 whole minutes and you couldn’t contribute a single bucket. what are we doing here guys??? why is christie sides’ head so far up her own ass??

caitlin clark - great efficiency from the field. good shot selection.

nneka double double, sds what the fuck, sami whitcomb i just feel like you should be playing soccer and idk why, nika… played for 1 whole minute!

anyway seattle absolutely clobbers the fever in a somewhat rare occasion of having their shit together so that was like really good!

[basedkikuenjoyer]

We have Academy Episode 44 and I already want more. So we do resolve the stuff with Corazon, he's fine and after a couple of days to heal we get everyone together to debrief. (Can I see them? Yohohohoho) Seriously though, we do get an update on the Oni Middle Recon Team. Not too much though because they couldn't hear over Queen's Zoomin-Zoomin-Zoomin. Y'all should know by now I'm being serious when I say things like that. Sadly no Kiku, the mention Yamato not being there briefly, but it is very similar to the scene where we came back from Wano setting up there was stuff with Kiku we didn't see. Very short recap.

They saw a meeting with the Tobi Roppo assembled where Vergo shows up. Keeping up this trend of a jumbled New World Saga plotline. What I do find legitimately interesting is how we put the uniform game on display here. You can see Ulti very visibly in the very different Oni girls' uniform. Vergo also has a scene of switching them. Recall that was the fun little "read between the lines" thing with Kiku when this started. We had no way of knowing they were different yet, but she was wearing a New World Middle uniform which makes sense through context we cement in all this with Law/Cora. We've seen Izo a few times, people tend to live with their first family in this verse. Ergo, Kiku & Izo might still be like, at a dance school and it wouldn't be unrealistic for Kiku to be in a situation like Brook studying abroad at a music school. Working part-time as a model or something. There's one more thing here that makes me think of that even if she's not in this chapter directly:

I'm as incredulous as Luffy is to see Cora without his hat. So he can take it off...

This conversation is all about big brothers, weirdly enough it's Luffy who has the most faith in Doffy to do the right thing. But Cora goes off on a tangent during about how he's coming back to school and you can think of him as a 2.5 year student because does anyone actually care about the school part of this? That does actually play well with how Yamato described Oden & the Akazaya several chapters ago. That they were students in the past but delinquents who hopped between Oni/New World. All that to say we got our update on the Oni Recon team, it played back into making sense of our Marine side ventures, and just so happens to do it in a way that plays nice with our girl's cryptic shit in the background. All set up to come to a head with a promise Doffy will show up in time if Kaido attacks...

Well damn, that was fast. So we gonna get Monet in here or are we being exclusive with the big brothers theming? Her and Sugar finally getting to be together would be a treat. Check Dellinger's outfit, lil psycho Momiji Sohma over here. Baby 5 is one of my absolute favorite designs in this series. The headband and extra frills on her skirt. I assume the flames on Doffy's pants make him go faster.

Uh yeah...looks like this may be all coming to a head soon! Academy has really matured into telling a compelling narrative in its own right on top of making excellent use of a known cast in a different setting.

[1domegaverseficfest]

Omegaverse Fic Fest Weekly Recap

Hello beautiful people! Our final week (and a bit) has passed, with some more beautiful fics revealed. Go give them some love if you haven't yet. And don't forget to reblog to spread the word!

Unbonded by @jacaranda-bloom

“Look,” Louis says firmly. “Last time I checked, I’m still the pack leader, so you damn well better listen to me. It was Harry who worked out what I’d been poisoned with, then nursed me back to health. And it was Harry who thwarted the plan for my second assassination attempt by literally throwing himself in front of an arrow intended for me, nearly dying in the process, which is why we’re even having this argument in the first place. So if you think I’m going to set foot outside of this hut until he’s fully healed, you’ve all seriously misread the situation, and even more importantly, you’ve all seriously misread me.” OR the one where Harry is an omega who has been cast out from his pack, Louis is the alpha leader of the pack where Harry finds a new home, Liam is an alpha with heart of gold, and Niall is a cook who can't seem to stop setting himself on fire.

Vein: Heartbeats and Hideaways by @littleohs

Harry didn't know what to expect from nesting, he had never done it before and the first time had not gone as he had hoped. The blanket circle was one of the new additions he had and he just wanted to make a good nest, with a good structure and a warm inside. Only the first use didn't happen as he had expected. Or, where Harry just wants to nest properly, Louis is too comprehensive and the nest got dirty too quickly.

we could be enough by @hellolovers13

“You know I am flirting with you, right?” Louis freezes mid-bite. Just manages not to choke on his steak. Harry laughs a bit too loudly, almost like he’s nervous. “Yeah, should’ve known you weren’t the observant kind. You think I get this dressed up for a random dinner with a mate on a Tuesday night?” or Louis never imagined anyone could love him for who he truly is. Then he meets Harry.

Whatever words I say, however long I stay by anditsonlyforthebrave

Louis is an actor, Harry is his soon to be ex husband's lawyer. There are a lot of things that can go wrong.

Just Two Stars Passing By by @becomeawendybird

Harry Styles blew up on TikTok and became a fashion commentator during the pandemic. Now, all of a sudden, big channels are asking him to cover their red carpets and premieres. Somehow he ends up covering arrival fashion for the 2024 Euros, and somehow Louis Tomlinson already knows his name.

I've been here for daysI've been here for days by @justanothershadeofblue

Somewhere in the desert, a man is called by God to raise up a righteous generation, to bring forth the kingdom from his own seed and the wombs of his omegas. He will do it by any means necessary. A series in six parts.

Please remember to show all of these beautiful authors how much you appreciate their fics!!

[jazeswhbhaven]

At Summer's End, September Begins <3

(lmao at my fucking crappy quality thing I made)

Welcome to Fall, ya'll!

I know there's some new folks here so as per each monthly update here at some housekeeping rules:

It's chill here, but I don't tolerate any kind of foolishness including but not limited to: racism/homophobia/zoos/p3dos/harassment. If I catch you doin' something weird like that on the low, expect a block from me.

Requests are slow, so feel free to send 'em but it could take me a while to get to it. Please don't rush me <3

Don't bring your beef with another specific user in my inbox to indirectly call them out. I'm not a mediator.

Opinions about the game negative and positive are welcome here. I believe in folks venting. Also understand though that I may not answer it depending on my mood. I also have opinions of my own so very fair warning if you do want my honest input.

No minors interacting with any posts of mine on this blog. WHB is not only an adult game, but I cuss a lot and make a lot of inappropriate thirsts posts so this space ain't for ya'll sorry.

What's Happening This Month for My Blog??

Well, lmao. I kind of forgot my goals for last month because my blog was interrupted by being shadowbanned for a few days so it really threw me off. But here's what to loosely expect this month!

More Inbox Requests being posted

Reacts for: Michael's Christmas Story | 5 Kings Card | Recap React of Mammon's origin story

More sketches of Cain, for the love of fucking hell if I can sketch out a full body of Astra for ya'll I will

That's pretty much it??? I know I have to work on my Masterlist and organize it but for now it's very WIP. I also expect that there's a Gehenna Event coming up because we got the new boi Amy showin' up like he did. I mean that should be good since a lot of Satan stans have been missin' their man (Astra too, she's been in Niflheim and Tartaros a lot in my fic blurbs)

Am I really gonna go for Zagan's future L-card?

Yes. Unless it doesn't look like it would be worth it. I would hate it if my money were wasted on a subpar story and experience. I'm callin' it but I bet they'll do that evolve thing for him (maybe) unless they only do those for revivals?

A Little Shoutout for ya'll! <3

I just want to say I'm very appreciative for all the interactions, follows, my moots, oomfs, and enjoying me enjoying this rollarcoaster of a damn horni demon game. We're nearly close to the anniversary of it's release and there's been a lot that's happened so far. I pretty much shit on fandoms a bunch because I haven't really uh...had a good experience majority of the time, but it's been alright here. I may be speaking too soon because there's always something ain't it? Lol But at any rate, ya'll are lovely, creative, and I'm glad to be included.

Thank you for dealing with me and my crazy, your lovely admin~ ♡( •ॢ◡-ॢ)✧˖° ♡ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ

[blorb-el]

superman: lost finale

tldr: huge L for people who want to see clark reintegrate into his life with people who love and accept him even when he doesn't feel he's 'being' correctly due to his enormous amounts of horrible trauma (me). but also huge W for people who want to look at clark ultimately addressing his trauma by doing something so batshit insane he would never ever inflict on another person but his self standards are so toxic babygirl you are SO fucked up (also me)

short plot recap: at the end of this issue, clark and hope go back in spacetime to the beginning of where he was dumped out of the space trawler's ship, and send past!clark back to earth. then the clark we've been following goes on to help the evacuation for ten years, and then become the time loop clark we saw in issue 7, warning his past self not to try to escape, while the past!clark he and hope sent back goes on to live with lois and be the in-continuity clark we're familiar with.

various disorganized notes upon this:

clois book and clois divorce book at the same time

the book is metacommentary on how editorial will never allow clark to actually have lasting effects from trauma because that's not marketable/palatable to people both inside the dcu and outside

nerds bein like 'ohhh that's not how time travel works' news flash: time travel is not real its a storytelling device. if it serves the author then it's how it works

i. loved lois in this. all throughout. i know some people think she's ooc but she's so angry and compassionate and her concern and drive is what intersects with clark's self sacrificial brain in the end to make his FUCKED UP choice it is just. tickles the brain in a capital T Tragedy way. fatal strengths/fatal flaws chefs kiss

immediately headcanoning Gatekeeper/timeloop clark to eventually become the superman-null of Strange Visitor even though i think he was visually based on Maggin's Ghost of Superman Future from Superman 416 (which, if you like time loops, you should read, and if you dont like time loops you should read anyway because it fucks). let me have this. or, i know that Gatekeeper says he's had this conversation over and over, but i would would also accept if he figures out how to break it eventually and then becomes an iterant space paladin

the hope-is-pregnant jumpscare was. fine whatever 😔 a concession to serialized storytelling demanding cliffhangers. shoutout to parthenogenesis was nice but That Aint How It Works......like That's The Point Of Asexual Reproduction You Don't Need Another Person's DNA.......

this issue was fun to read alongside the current arc of WF since mark waid is also pointing out clark's flaw of impossibly impossibly high standards for himself in the way that main universe clark is so furious and disgusted with kingdom come clark; main universe bruce has never seen him that angry before bc clark's hatred/fury/fear of his own failures is obviously usually internalized

lex's part in this book was so damn good. that egotistical genius delusional psychosexually obsessed loony. especially the bit about the paintings. stop imagining yourself in a naked wrestling match with your enemy. time to listen to les troyens i guess

throughout the whole book the art has just been. incredible. coloring lines inking the whole thing. the stylistic change in 7 was interesting, not my favorite art, but it worked bc they were in a black hole at the time. i got some of the lee weeks variant covers and they're so incredibly good.... but the mainline covers were also wonderful.

slaps roof of superman. this fellow sure can get lost

anyway. if you made it to the end low effort mspaint sillies

[homiesondaweb]

I WROTE SOME HOBIE BACKSTORY FLUFF

Been writing too much angst lately🥲

anyway this is based of my previous head cannon on Hobie's siblings. Quick recap (might make a OC post about em) Hudson and Hendricks(yea name change) are the eldest twins about 12 years older than Hobie and are 21. Henry is in the middle he is 9 years older than Hobie, he is 18. Harley is only 5 years older and she is 14 going on 15 (she helps run the community garden). Hobie is 9!

I am Black but also an American from the midwest. So if I fuck up some of the UK vernacular or whatnot y'all can correct me in the replies or reblogs. If you see this fic floating on AO3 that is also me!

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1966 Chevy C10 aka the ugliest truck known to fucking man aka Harley bedroom away from home. Given to her by her old dirt and hay supplier before he moved to Wales, the dark green vehicle that lives parked in their ground floor garage was her escape from a house full of her lanky and, damn-right charlie brothers. She has the bed of the truck softened with a scrap fabric mattress and tens of thrifted comforters and pillows. Her portable record player crones with a Betty Davis record riding the groove with a whining guitar. Harley uses a chunk of mirror propped against her stage trunk to watch herself as she sections her hair into lazy cornrows for the night.

The sky slowly crumbles into a sunset, unfurling into a cool moon, shifting the world to a soft grayscale and sepia. Streetlights outside the garage flicker on and the human officers switch their patrol lights to a slow strobing blue and yellow. Harley gives a big yawn that pops her jaw and hums along to the guitar's riffs. The sound rests really low in her throat, it nearly drowns out the sound of steel door creaking and small steps that padding in. The 14 year old pauses her humming and stretches over to see the interruption of her night routine.

It's shaped lika palm tree, outlined in muted pink with their bare feet slapping around on the cement. Sleepy gray eyes met hers before they lighten to hazel for a moment, then back to sleep gray.

"Comin' ta bed?" Hobie whispers, voice all low and raspy. Harley helps the wire of a little boy clamor over the raised gate, he settles his head on her shoulder after. She chuckles and smears some leftover mango butter on his nose before her hands are back in her head.

"Inna bit. Thought I might sleep down 'ere though. Let my Baney Bart lil brother have the whole bed. You've got ta start wearin' yer socks to bed, ice foot." Harley teases and Hobie whines, then snuggles against her side. 

Harley thought that now with Henry moving in with Rembrandt to the Canal flats would have given her the incentive to claim his room for her own and finally stop sharing both room and mattress with her baby brother. It wasn't easy though, ever since she came on the scene when the twins 7 and Henry was 5 the Brown siblings instinctively cuddled. Like cubs or kittens of some kind. 

Hudson and Hendricks would sleep on their stomach, shoulders piled on top of each other or an arm around the other's back. Henry uses somebody's calf as a pillow and his foot always ends up in Hudson's face. Harley found her spot cuddled over Henry's stomach and when baby Hobie joined the mix she always woke to her shoulder being smothered in his drool and soft snores. They were like cats in that way, if one sibling saw the other napping, they were gonna share that sleep.

It has peter off some, Henry started sleeping over in the art alley with his mandem. Hendricks working overnight security with Pa. Hudson staying with Imani more days out the week(they all wait for the couple to announce the true reason why she was getting rounder). Harley sleeps in the truck when her band mates  sneaks over after the city curfew because their fam is off it or someone is sick with radio or the flu.

But even with growing apart. A cuddle wassa cuddle and baby Hobie was gonna get his full of them. Of course Harley was still gonna share a bed with her little Barty when requested. Hobie starts to fade down to their true colors as sleep wraps him up, 

"Oi! No sleep yet lil boy. Gotta put the 'fro up." She whispers tugging at the puff on the top of his head. Hobie grumbles, going cut yellow with crankiness. Harley counters it with a pink kiss to the top of his head and lets the stocking-band out that release his coils. Hobie blinks blearly in his slumped sit as Harley sloppily parts then flat twists them down into four rows. He gives a little sigh at the cool feeling of mango butter to his scalp but grumbles when she ties a scarf over them. Harley chuckles as she releases his ears from under it and scoots the front back. 

They both know that damn scarf will be half way across the room and on the floor with her bonnet by morning. He cuddles into the front of her, stuck lika kola instead of a boy, smushing his face to her shoulder. Harley rubs his back and hums out the Buddy Miles intro that is stuck in her head as she feels around for her phone. Hobie blinks again as he watches her raise the antenna on top of it then pop in the code for someone. It rings loudly and they both wince before she lowers the volume and tilts the antenna to the right. 

"Headin' ova?" She asks and a voice hums a soft no. Hobie sighs, that was Donovan.

"Dottie and Kirt's gots lead or radio. Feelin' weak me-self, keepa eye on ya water, yeah? Think OsCo is doin' flushes again." He warns softly.

Harley tenses at that. She sits back some and uses her free hand to inspect Hobie's face. She blinks hard and they both revert to true colors. All warm brown skin, black hair and steely eyes. She gives a sigh of relief at seeing that the whites of his eyes as fine, not any spots of yellow. No dryness to his pallor, just sleepy.

"Where you in the fountains today?" She asks and Hobie shakes his head.

"Wit Pa tuday." He mumbles to her, she lets him relax back and resumes petting his back.

"Thanks for the heads up Vonnie. I'll come by wit some bone soup and a filter from Hud in the mornin'. 

"You're a dove Harles. Oíche mhaith a chroí." 

Hobie gives a fakes gag as Harley blares pink then clovers sketches, Gaelic love poems and the expert of Romeo and Juliet having it off etch over her skin in cursive for a moment before she simmers back to sepia.

"Bon lannwit, Mon kè." She says back and hangs up. Harley stashes her phone back under the mattress before turning off her record player. With a practiced ease she carefully slides Betty Davis back into the paper sleeve, then lays the mirror chunk down on a quilt.

"Ann kouche, pinèz." Harley yawns and clamors out the truck bed with Hobie still clinging to her. They make their way up to the flat and to their room. Hobie is nothing but soft breath so it startles Harley when he speaks.

"You gonna live wit Donovan one day? Like Henry and Huddie?" Hobie asks. Harley kisses his cheek and lays them down in bed. She lights a lavender incense cone, then pops it in the holder.

"Maybe one day."

"Gonna marry 'em?"

"Can't get married. He's too Irish. Laws will bang us."

"You don't care." Hobie giggles and Harley smiles real big at that.

"Who said me and Van ain't gonna bang the laws back bruv? Don't worry bout it Barty Bug." She tells him when she lays down fully and loops an arm around his shoulders, Hobie puts his head over her heart.

"You gonna runaway? You two go off?"

Harley hums.

"Where imma go, bug?" 

"... Cuba or Panama, like uncle."

"Too much sun for Donovan. He'd cook."

"Uhm… Canada. Like Erika's family?"

"Too cold. I'd freeze to death."

Hobie pouts at this point, turning into her elbow so he doesn't have to see the sleeply mirth in his older sister's eyes. Her black nails gently grasps his jaw and turns his face back to her. The both flare into blue and black ink and mapwork.

"What's with the questions. You think imma leave, love?"

Hobie nods in embarrassment but softens as Harley kisses his forehead.

"Not without you buggy. Same things goes for Hudson, Hendricks, and Henry. Same thing for Ma and Pa. No way I'm leavin' you even if the Queen, her corgis and the PM demanded it. Even if Von proposed right here. Which is stupid I'm 14, he's 15 and we've had lead poisoning on and off since we was little. So don't worry about Cuba or Canada, hell even Wales. I'm your big sister, we are Browns and some right punks. Labels are nothing but when you put in the care and obligations that comes with the title. Well, you're pretty fulfilled by em. And that means we stick together always. And care for each other always. So don't you worry your head about my crush. Don't worry about seeing my back out the door." 

Hobie just snuggles her closer at that. Harley chuckles and cuddles back. 

If there's one thing Hobie believes in, without a question,  it is his sister.

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Oíche mhaith a chroí = Irish Gaelic - Goodnight, my dear

Bon lannwit, Mon kè = Haitian Creole - Goodnight, my heart

Ann kouche, pinèz = Haitian Creole - Let's go lie down, Bug.

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When Faith Meets Juvenile - Chap 3.5

This is a Dale Holt x reader story. There's no (y/n) insert. I'm just avoiding the use of the reader's name, and it is female-based. There are hints of physical appearance but nothing in-depth.

This writing contains highly sensitive content like violence, drugs, the use of weapons, abuse, mental illness, hostage situations, talk of suicide, religious abuse, smut, and other mature themes. Reader discretion is advised. MUST BE 18+ TO INTERACT.

I do not allow anyone to copy, alter, or repost my work as their own.

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Dales POV

I got woken up this morning by Tyler pushing me awake. My head pounded from all the beers I drank last night. I swatted at the guy towering over me and pulled my covers over my head. But he just ripped them off, exposing my almost naked body underneath. 

“Get up. We have work to do.” Tyler’s voice was low and demanding. 

I put my hand in his face and flipped him off. The last thing I wanted to do was get up early and work. But I did despite my raging hangover. I wore a white T-shirt, blue jeans, and old work boots. When I exited my bedroom, I saw Pa slung back in a recliner with his hat covering his face. He must’ve come home late last night, so Ma made him sleep in the living room. It was his punishment if he was wasting his nights gambling. I quietly snuck past him and slid out the door. I walked a little ways away to where a barn sat on our property. The building was unused and run down, but we’ve been fixing it for the past year. Our Pa was the one who started it and bossed us around on what to do, but lately, he’s been gone for days on end, leaving all the work to us. Now Tyler is the one bossing us around. Though I would rather it be his ass telling me what to do than our old man. 

We had a radio hooked up to a few speakers, and we blasted music as we worked. The sun beat down on us, creating droplets of sweat on my body. We’ve been outside for a few hours and are progressing slowly. With Tyler and I doing the work, things don’t get done as quickly. Jay offers to help, and we let him, but the poor kid isn’t handy with tools. So Tyler only lets him help when he’s in a good mood. It would be good to have him out here with us every day. The only way he’s going to learn is by doing it. I reached into my back pocket to pull out a pack of smokes to see I only had one left. I put the end of the cigarette to my lips and lit it up. Instantly, the nicotine calmed the jitters I was starting to feel. 

We finished our work for the day and headed back to the house. To my surprise, Pa was still in the house. He had the refrigerator door open and was bent over, looking for something. I knew he was looking for his leftover beers from a few days ago. The ones I drank last night. 

“Who the fuck took my beers?” Pa questioned, his voice stern. 

“Who cares? You weren’t home to drink them.” Tyler said. He saw me take one last night and warned me against it, but at the time, my want to get drunk was more than worrying about my ass getting beat. 

“You probably drank them and forgot,” I said. I know it isn’t a good idea to provoke Pa, but sometimes the words flow out of my mouth without thinking.

“I bet you took them,” My Pa said, stepping closer to me.

I puffed my chest out, ready to start a fight with him, “I didn’t touch your fuckin’ beers!” I spat. Before I knew it, my Pa’s first was swinging in the air, colliding with my eye, knocking me to the floor. Tyler stepped up, getting between Pa and me, pushing the older man towards the door.

“Get out now!” He yelled. 

“You can’t kick me out of my own damn house!” All the yelling dragged our younger brother out of his room. 

“Hey, what’s going on?” His soft voice broke the chaos. 

“Nothing, I was just leaving.” Our Pa said, fixing his vest as he stepped out the door. 

I stayed there on the ground, recapping what happened in my head. Sitting up, I reach for my back pocket again, looking for my cigarettes to remember I don’t have any left. I rip the empty pack out of my jeans and throw them across the room, “Fuck!”

“Hey, Bro, why don’t we go to the store?” Jay asks.

“I ain’t got any money.” I slump back onto the ground. My eye was beginning to throb. 

“I can buy your cigarettes.” The younger boy stares down at me. The kid is too kind for this family. 

We get into the truck, and I drive us to the mini-mart. Before we entered the store, Jay gave me the cash I needed for my smokes. I didn’t bother looking around; I only wanted a stick between my lips, giving me a slight high to take the edge off. Once I got what I came here for, I returned to the truck and lit my cigarette while waiting for Jay to finish. I glanced at the review mirror to see a familiar figure looking at the truck. My heart stopped for a second when the figure started walking towards me. When she stopped not too far from the truck, she stood there for a minute, and I had to fight to hold back a chuckle. 

“You just gonna stand there and stare at me, Doll?” I said, blowing out more smoke. Her uneasy voice made it hard not to look and see her embarrassed face, “Did you want something?” I turned my head to finally look at the girl I hadn’t seen in a few months. She wore a long floral print dress over a white tee and a pair of white Converse. Her backpack was slung over her shoulder, looking like it would bust at the seams. Her eyebrows furrowed together, and she took a few careful steps towards me. For a second, I was confused about what would warrant that look, and then I remembered the reason why I was here in the first place. To get smokes to calm my nerves from my Pa hitting me. Shame washed over me, and I could feel my face harden. The last thing I want is for her to know what happened and get pity over it.

“Are you okay?” She said while reaching out to my face. I wouldn’t hesitate to have her slender and soft fingers touch my skin at any other moment, but right now, I just wanted her to back off. So I pushed her hand away from me before it could make contact with my broken skin. 

“It’s none of your fucking business.” I took another drag from my cigarette. She stumbled backward, and a flash of hurt glazed over her eyes. For that split second, it was tempting to grumble out an apology, but why the fuck would I care about hurting her feelings? I was getting angry at the thought of caring and more furious by the second while watching her fumble around with things in her bag. Then I was shocked when she handed me a piece of paper with her phone number. I could only stare at the numbers, dumbfounded over what was happening. Wasn’t she upset? She wants me to call her if I need to talk? Before I could even comprehend a thought, she walked away. My eyes shifted back and forth from watching her leave to the paper in my hands.

“Who was that?” Jay’s voice ripped me out of my trance. 

“Nobody!” I responded faster than I should have and shoved the paper into my pocket. Jay didn’t question me further and silently sat as I smoked the rest of my cigarette. I snuffed it out on the dash and threw it out of the window into the street. 

I spent the past hour and a half pacing back and forth in my room. Jay left to explore the forest like usual, so I didn’t have to worry about him lying in bed across from mine and watching me have this mental dilemma. She just gave me her number. Do I call her tonight? Should I wait a few days? It would be weird to call her after being rude to her. But that means I must call her and apologize for how I acted. Fuck! I’m not supposed to care about that! I grabbed my black Motorola phone and the keys to the truck. I needed to drive somewhere, clear my head, and take a private call. It doesn’t matter where I am, in the house or on the property; someone would manage to interrupt me and hound me on who I’m talking to. As soon as the truck starts, I whip out of the driveway and fly down the road. I rolled the windows down, allowing the wind to hit my face. I’m making sure not to go too far over the speed limit because if I get pulled over, it’s back to the cell for me. I found an empty parking lot close to town, so my phone is still in service. I pulled out the crumbled paper shoved into my pocket, and taking a deep breath, I punched in the numbers scribbled before me. After three rings, I hear a voice on the other end. 

“Hello?” A woman’s voice spoke on the other end that I wasn’t familiar with. I almost hung up, thinking she gave me the wrong number when I remembered what she told me.

“Hi, I’m working on a project,” 

“Oh! Luca, right?” The woman’s voice cut me off, “My daughter was just telling me about your project!” 

“Uh, yes, I’m Luca,” I paused momentarily. What if she’s expecting some dude named Luca to call her? “Is she available right now?” Fuck it, I’m just going with it.

“Yes! Of course! Let me get her!” This lady on the other end is way too excited. A minute goes by, and I hear muffled voices on the other end of the phone. It goes quiet for another minute, and I’m scared she hung up. When finally, the sound of her voice flowed through my ear.

“Hello?” She spoke softly.

“Uh, hey, it’s Dale,” my voice came out stiffly. “I hope you weren’t expecting some Luca guy to call you.” I heard her giggle on the other end, causing my cheeks to tingle with heat.

“No, I was expecting you. I had to come up with some guy in my class to tell my mother so she wouldn’t be suspicious.” Right, I thought, because telling her Ma she’s talking to me wouldn’t be a good idea. “I wasn’t expecting you to call me so soon,” She spoke again.

“I wanted to apologize for being rude earlier. I had a shitty day, so I was in a shitty mood.” I picked at the loose fabric on the truck seats. 

“I forgive you, but maybe next time, just let me know you’re having a crappy day?” 

“Doll, I can’t promise that,” I said, pulling a string from the spot beside me. I can’t imagine myself ever holding my anger back. I always lash out before thinking; sometimes, my thoughts are so dark they cloud my judgment. 

“I didn’t ask for you to promise me,” Her voice dripped in hot sauce, which surprised me.

“Damn, look at you being spicy.” I chuckle into the phone and hear her soft laugh blend into mine.

“S-sorry,” she paused to regain her composure. “What I mean is, all you have to do is try.” 

“I might be able to do that.” Wait, what did I just say? I barely know this girl, and she already has me agreeing to try to be a better person. I quickly changed the topic, so we’re not talking about me anymore. “You ever think about breaking the rules?” I deadpan myself. This girl is trying to make a saint out of me, and the first thing I can think of asking her is if she thinks about breaking the rules. A deep sigh comes from her end, and I can just hear the lecture coming on already.

“I often think about doing things that would get me in trouble, but honestly, my parents scare me too much.” Even over the phone, I can tell her voice has shifted into sadness.

“Do you want to take a risk?”

“What kind of risk?” 

“Hang out with me tonight,” I’m not sure what the hell I’m thinking, but it would be nice to take her driving. To just keep her out later than curfew and see how she is when she lets loose.

“Tonight!?” Her voice squeaks, “I-I don’t know.”

“All you have to do is sneak out, and I’ll meet you in the truck right outside the cul-de-sac.” 

“What would we even do?” Her voice is quiet.

“Drive around blasting music, find a field, and yell at the stars.” Something simple for her first rule-breaking, “And I’ll make sure you’re back before the sun comes up.” There was a long pause on her end until she finally said,

“Okay, what time should I meet you?” 

And this is the moment she started changing my life.

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AN:

I honestly could've kept chapters 3 and 3.5 together as one full chapter like I originally had them, but I felt like separating them to make it more exciting, lol (Is it more exciting?). Be ready for some more romance in the next chapter! But only a sprinkle, maybe 👀. Everything in this story is a bit of a slow burn, so feelings are developing, but it'll take a while to really go somewhere. Then being intimate is a slow burn, too, but hey, those baby steps will be steamy (yes reader is 18+ when smut happens) 🥵. With that being said, if you're not 18+ (As stated at the beginning of every chapter), please don't interact with this story! AND, one last thing, this all does lead up to the robbery and hostage situation at the motel. But will this be a happy ending? Or will it end just like the game?

Oh and don’t judge me for the “dripped in hot sauce” her tone was spicy so that’s the best way to describe it, lol!

[dllamarama]

Episode 5 Queen of Tears BaekHong recap

Scene: Night at the Yongduri

It has been too long since they smiled and laughed together. Hyun Woo realised that this was probably the first time they were sitting and laughing together after their long period of cold war. His expression was bittersweet at the realisation, a guilty one. Hae In finally got a sense of having a family that actually cared. She was touched by his family's effort to find her. The kind of warmth that she had never received from her own family.

Hair dryer scene is melting me and obviously Hae In too. Why does a married couple look so awkward and careful while touching each other? They are making me pull off my hair with their push and pull. Hyun Woo was getting worked up when Hae In mentioned that the life line on her palm is too short. He is now rooting for her to live instead of dying; you are going in the right direction Hyun Woo, keep going. When Hae In asked Hyun Woo to accompany her to Germany in an unsure tone, now I believe that she really was unconfident about her relationship with Hyun Woo. When we go back to the second episode from Hae In’s POV, she was rejected by Hyun Woo when she asked him to go to the hospital, which probably stayed with her. So now, she can no longer be certain of Hyun Woo’s feelings towards her. But thankfully, Hyun Woo’s answer makes her relieved that they are still one team.

Almost kissed. They were swept in the moment with raw emotion after being able to slightly open up to each other, but of course Baek Hyun Woo had to ruin it. His conscience is back along with his denial. Just admit that you wanted to kiss her damn it! But the thing is, our Baek Hyun Woo knows for a fact that it won’t end with a kiss. That’s why he preferred to stay outside and clear his head. He can’t think straight at home because he can’t stand to sleep in the small bed with Hae In. But now, it has changed from the last time they had to share the same bed. The last time, he was scared if Hae In jumped on him, this time it was himself he was scared of. He can no longer remain level-headed with Hae In in the same room and he is not ready to face the reality while also making a mistake of kissing her when he does not fully understand where he currently stands in their relationship. Admitting it means that he has to admit all the sketchy things he did behind Hae In. He will need to face the consequences of his action and the reality of Hae In’s illness. He no longer has the confidence to continue with his divorce plan and hating Hae In (I believe it was a tear of regrets he shed in front of the supermarket), because he already saw past her strong woman façade when she broke down in front of him.

Our baby 1031 is their weakness and their key to happiness. First of all, Hae In really needs to take the blame for this; clearing up the baby’s nursery without talking to Hyun Woo first. Hyun Woo also needs to take the blame for this; moving out of their bedroom out of anger and also not talking things properly with Hae In. So many things could have changed if they take the time to communicate properly with each other. But both of them are grieving for their baby, and things happened. However, Hae In words hurt; it hurts so much for us and imagine the effect on Hyun Woo. He is much more sensitive than Hae In and he is someone who needs to grief in the open while Hae In is used to bottle up her feelings. The words that she chose to say at that moment were “get on my nerves” and “we don’t need it anymore”, while answering a business call. Hyun Woo was dumbfounded, disbelief, hurt and most importantly grieving for the fact that their baby was connected with those hurtful words by Hae In, but she continues to respond to the call instead of talking things properly with him. The tears that he almost shed were held back when he saw that Hae In no longer cared. He was sad for their baby when he made that drastic decision to use a separate room. They should be grieving for the loss together, but they did it separately. Hae In was not as cold as the word that she chose when we saw that she was deeply affected by the loss as well and believes that it is her fault for the miscarriage and doesn't deserve to be sad.

Scene: Umbrella and wet shoulder

Hae In insisted that she didn’t wait for Hyun Woo the previous night and that it was because she just couldn’t sleep and it is definitely not because of him. Hyun Woo just accepts her words and believes it, he said he knew that Hae In would never wait for him. But, Hae In was offended by the statement where he is agreeing to her argument. We knew later in the series that she actually has always been waiting for Hyun Woo before going to bed, but Hyun Woo won’t know or notice it because he believes in whatever that Hae In said to him. Hae In doesn’t like to admit things and always wanted to be seen as nonchalant and that is exactly what Hyun Woo believes. HE IS SLOW. When Hae In notices his wet shoulder, she is again mad at him. For not holding the umbrella properly, the effect of this statement would only irritate Hyun Woo and make things harder for him to get her meaning. She needs to spell the word for him to make him understand her feelings because he is stooopid. If she could just be honest, she will spend less time getting angry at him for not understanding her double meaning. She didn’t understand that Hyun Woo was not observant and couldn’t understand cues or her opposite actions and words.

Scene: Alone in Germany

After a series of misunderstandings (manipulation by YES) and not COMMUNICATING, Hae In went to Germany alone. Baek Hyun Woo’s auto-pilot mode is switched on again. He did his old habit when Hae In was going outstation, celebrating with Yang Gi. He could have followed Hae In right after but I think he wasn’t capable of making that decision. He was not ready to accept that he catch feelings for Hong Hae In, the woman that he planned to divorce. Where does he go from there? After he finally saw Hae In’s honest feelings from the interview, he was finally able to make the right decision. All along the universe has been sending him signals, remember the leaves? They are telling him that divorcing Hae In is not a choice. But all that he needed was not the universe sign, he just needed one thing; Hae In’s honesty.

That is his only reason to go to Germany, which is to find her and be with her during this challenging time. Her honesty means the world to him; they could have reconciled faster had they been talking with honesty all along without hiding anything from the other. When he found her at Sanssouci Palace, he finally accepted defeat to his feelings for her. He still very much loves her. Somehow, his ideal type never changed. He likes someone that is soft and delicate that he needs to protect. He saw that when he started to like her when she first kicked the photocopier (because he worried about the photocopier at first and then worried about her), he was affected when SHE is the one that is getting in so much trouble during her internship and saw it again when she started falling sick from the terminal illness. I think it was the same when he saw her sitting alone on that stair while resting her feet. Something just breaks inside him to see her like that. Because behind the strong woman facade, she has always been the same Hae In that he fell in love with. He was just too blind and stupid to ever noticed that, because they were lost during his struggle with her family’s interference. They finally start to talk honestly with each other, having the catching up that has been overdue for 2 years. Hae In finally tells him that she always wanted him by his side and Hyun Woo finally knows that he had been wrong about her all these while. She had never wanted to be alone and was always waiting for him to come back to her again.

Summary:

We always knew the reason of their marriage going downhill, they fall apart because of their poor communication skills and their pride. But having to seen the glimpse of baby 1031, it made things clear for us. While Hae In was hiding behind her mask, Hyun Woo wasn’t willing/incapable to break past her mask and cause the misunderstanding to deepens. They are not trying to understand each other, instead they are taking out their frustration to each other. During the flashback, we saw Hae In talking to the phone yet again instead of talking about her real feelings about the miscarriage with Hyun Woo. And to know that all along, Hyun Woo only wanted honesty from her. He would stay by her side had he knew the honesty in Hae In. It was exactly the same situation that happened in the 1st episode when she choose to answer the call instead of arguing with him, and I imagine it was always like that throughout the marriage. In a way, I think that it is one of Hae In’s ways to avoid their issue or her coping mechanism when she is not ready to accept the reality and another way is that she just treats everything else as seconds after her career. We can see that Hyun Woo was not done talking to her yet in the flashback but Hae In is already getting back to the call and making it clear on her part that she is done talking. It is not up for discussion because she already made the decision, I know for a fact that Hyun Woo was retreating because he doesn’t want to argue with the decision because deep down he knows that Hae In is also sad and arguing would only make him say the words that he will regret. But her words lived with him throughout their marriage, that hurtful words is slowly making him believe her as someone she is not.

[lizmitches]

8, 7, 12 or 25 for the hurt/comfort prompts :33 (i couldn't pick :'p)

25. “Don’t worry, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Melissa slams the side of the vending machine in a fit of rage, earning nothing for her efforts except an aching palm and a candy bar that hangs precariously in the balance. Leave it to this ancient piece of shit to eat her last dollar and her last nerve.

She’s winding up for a second attempt when her phone starts ringing in her purse. “Hey, sweets,” she answers.

“Any news?”

“Nothing yet. Your dad’s still trying to hunt down the doc for an update. You girls doing okay?”

“Just worried.”

“I know, hon, but listen. She’s gonna be okay. They got her in as soon as they could and they’ve been workin’ on her ever since.” Gerald enters the waiting room as she says it, looking exhausted but no worse for wear. Melissa internally sighs with relief; as long as he’s upright it means that Barbara’s still breathing.

Next to her, he successfully retrieves a soda from the other machine, taking it to the table in the middle of the room. She purses her lips as she looks at her own purchase—one that’s not so easily retrievable—and bends down to try and reach it through the slot. Her hand outstretches as she attempts to make contact, fingers curling to try and give it a nudge, but she can’t get close enough. Her bad shoulder protests the action, inspiring a string of expletives that make a nurse pop her head into the room with concern.

“What happened?” Taylor asks through the phone.

She tucks the phone underneath her ear, waving off the nurse with her free hand. “Oh, nothing, I’m just having a standoff with the world’s worst vending machine. Che cazzo, who runs these things?” She grunts as she finally withdraws her arm, standing back up and glaring through the glass. “Listen, You should get to bed, okay? It’s been a long day. I’ll pick you up first thing in the morning.”

“Okay,” Taylor replies. “Love you.”

The sound of it is music to her ears; that even as a college student, Taylor would still say such a thing. “Love you too, kid.” She drops her phone back in her bag–the one she'd hastily packed with only a hairbrush, a novel, and a change of underwear. In her rush to get to the hospital, she’d forgotten something: sustenance. She stares longingly at the candy bar once more before turning to the table where Gerald sits.

“What’d you learn?” she asks.

He runs a hand over his eyes, opening his can of Coke with an echoing pop. For better or worse the ER is deadly quiet tonight, and so far they’re the only ones who have sequestered themselves amongst the bad coffee and broken snack machines. In the corner, the local news recaps the Groundhog Day festivities. Looks like the damn chipmunk saw his shadow after all.

Just what we need right now, Melissa thinks. A never-ending winter.

“They couldn’t tell me much—just that she’s stable and they’re still running tests. They won’t know the damage to her heart until they get the results back.”

Melissa joins him at the table. “Lotta help that is.”

“One of the doctors asked me if she’s been stressed lately. I told him what I knew, but figured you may know better. With how much she’s at the school these days it seems like I only see her when she’s sleeping.”

“I mean, not to break best friend confidentiality or anything, but…” Melissa sighs. “Work’s really been getting to her. A bunch of office politics mixed with a really tough handful of kids. No budget to speak of, not enough hours in the day. I mean, you know her better than I do, but it does feel like this year’s the toughest she’s had in awhile.”

Gerald’s attention is focused solely on the can in front of him, his fingers catching the drips of condensation before they can hit the cheap veneer of the table. “Sometimes I question that,” he says.

“That things are tough?”

“That I know her better than you do.” He looks into the hall as another nurse passes by. “Don’t get me wrong, she’s my number one, but that head of hers. Man.”

Melissa smiles knowingly. “Hard as a brick, huh?”

Gerald chuckles; a hearty, warm thing that brightens up the otherwise cold and drab setting they’ve found themselves in. Just as he laughs, though, his expression turns, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. “If I’d known she was so stressed I could have done something. Taken her to see someone. Forced her to get off her feet.”

“Hey, c’mon,” Melissa lays a gentle hand on his forearm. “You’re husband of the year. Your wife loves you, your kids adore you. You did all you could. Sometimes it’s just a bit of bad luck.”

Her phone buzzes again in her purse, but she knows without looking that it’s not one of the girls. The two of them sit and listen to the sound—accompanied by an insurance commercial that plays at a low volume—until it stops. “Speaking of which,” Gerald says, changing the subject. “How is Joe doing?”

Melissa’s shoulders droop. “She told you?”

He shakes his head. “Didn’t have to. She’s been over at your place so much I figured either something happened or she was about to come home with a penchant for eating Italian.”

“Sorry about that.” She winces. Here she is taking up all of Barbara’s free time and now the woman's booked herself a week-long stay at UPenn Presbyterian. “He, uh, actually served me divorce papers this morning. So at least the chapter is finally closing on that one.”

Gerald leans back in his chair. “Ah.”

“I didn’t get a chance to tell Barb that yet, actually. When you called from her phone I thought—“ She has to swallow the lump that’s in her throat, ignoring the pain as it settles in her chest. “Anyway. Looking back on it I should’ve given her a break from all my bitching and moaning. Hell, maybe it was her heart’s last straw.” She cautions another glance to the vending machine; the forbidden candy still dangling behind the glass. She can’t help but feel, briefly, that she always wants what she can’t have.

“Look, Melissa, I know we haven’t done a lot of one-on-one bonding since you entered the picture, but from the way my wife talks about you, well. You’d think you hung the moon.” Gerald looks at her with such kindness in his eyes, and Melissa wonders what’s in the water at the Howard house that gives all of them the ability to hold onto her heart so tightly.

The tears fill her eyes now, and she has to look up at the fluorescents in an attempt to stop them them from falling. Tissues. That’s another thing she forgot to bring.

“What I’m trying to say is that after a day like today…” He inhales shakily. “Thanks doesn’t even begin to cut it. The way you take care of my girls—all three of them—it’s good to know I have someone like you in my corner.”

Melissa clears her throat, dabbing at her eyes. “Jeez, and I thought Barbara was the only one who could dole out a life-changing compliment.”

Gerald smiles softly, and in his eyes Melissa can see no one else but her.

“Come on, big guy. You’ve had a long day.” Melissa stands, pushing a few of the chairs together to construct a makeshift bed. “You should get some shuteye. If we get any updates you’ll be the first to know.”

At his hesitance, she adds, “Don’t worry. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Thank you, Mel. For everything.” He lays down, bringing his arm up to cover his eyes from the light. For a guy that usually stands so tall, Melissa thinks he’s looking awfully small right about now.

“‘Course,” she says softly. Across the room, there’s the sound of a hollow thunk. She almost thinks she’s imagined it, save for the fact that—when she looks over her shoulder at the vending machine—her candy bar is no longer hanging by a thread. Cautiously, she approaches, retrieving the fallen treat before it can change its mind.

Despite its treacherous journey, the wrapper is pristine; shiny and enticing under the bright lights of the waiting room. Even so, as she holds it delicately in her hands, she can’t bring herself to open it—as if at any moment it could disappear. Resigned, she drops it into her bag for safekeeping. She’s not hungry anymore anyway, her stomach still tied in knots from worry. Either way, she thinks, it’s hers.

She’ll just have to hold on to it until the time is right.

[cyborg00-why]

3/25 Cyborg 009 The Stage Short Recap

Spoilers ahead for those who haven't watched the announcement themselves.

Right off the bat we got a sneak peak at the theatrical poster! Not sure how I was expecting 005 and 008 to be handled, but the brown face is disappointing and certainly alienating to global fans of color.

However, the costumes are beautiful and the contrasting pant/coat combo works great. I really love the athletic cut and quilted details on the coats. Ivan is not surprisingly, a prop doll in this production. Personally to me this means we have a 50/50 chance of him either being occasionally lifted by stage ninjas for 'levitating' effects or they just hook him up to wires and let him free like Asamov intended. Only time will tell...

We also got our first glance of the new cyberpunk redesigns of 0010+ and 0010-!

With stage adaptions especially I think it is good to treat them as their own canon. With that in mind I am curious to see how they flesh out the rest of the plot through costume design. My initial reaction was that they reminded me of Team Magma and Team Aqua grunts from older pokemon games. They are very fresh and stylish though, which I think is a good contrast to how formal and outdated Gilmore is presented.

Performance After Event Schedule:

5/18: Special Curtain Call*

5/19: Action Curtain Call*

5/19: After Talk with Nanami Hiroki x Toshiya Sakai x Hiroo Otaka

5/21: After Talk with 001, Interviewer Hiroki Nanami

5/22: After Talk Hiroki Nanami x Daisho Sakuraba x Kazuma Kawahara x Toyota

5/23: After Talk Hiroki Nanami x Minori Sonic x 001

5/24: 009/Joe Shimamura Only Curtain Call*

5/25: After Talk Shunichi Takahashi x Masamichi Satonaka x Ryo Takizawa x Rita Aizawa

5/25: Action Curtain Call*

5/26: Special Curtain Call*

*Photos are permitted at these events

It was revealed that certain performances will also conclude with character specific special events, and include character postcards as well. Very jealous of the folks who get to see this live, and more so for those that attend a photo op!

The interviews with Ivan are sure to be interesting... I am curious to see if they have Nanami interviewing the doll or Ivan's voice actor. I guess we will have to wait and see lol.

To wrap things off the main cast did a short introductory performance, and boy did I try to get some good screen grabs.

How are we feeling about twinkified 002? His lil ponytail moment was a surprise but seems more appropriate for complicated choreographed fight scenes.

Francoise seems to be the newest siri update in this canon, but damn if she doesn't make it look good.

I know the first thing the costume department is doing is adding velcro to that scarf! It just couldn't keep up lol

,':^/ I just want to know who decided the patchy brown face was fine but drew the line at his hands matching. I just want to talk

Changs actor has a few stage position issues but carried on with so much confidence it was almost a non-issue. I am also so impressed if that is a) a hairpiece or b) his real hair he committed to have for the play.

The bloke himself, had an intro as exciting as Francoise but you could tell they were also very excited to play the part. I am probably the most excited to see 007 and 009 perform from this intro alone.

,':^/ if someone doesn't take the bronzer away from him I will get the spray bottle...

Would love to hear others impressions, opinions, and thoughts! Do you like the styling of the play or is it too many degrees removed from the source material? Are you excited to see it or was the news of a play for the 60th anniversary not what you were hoping for?

[prettyflyshyguy]

Alright Season 3 lets give it up for season 3 everyone.

Cannot believe this show left me on "How do you know what you brought back it 100% pure Sam?" and I just said to myself

GODDAMN

and then just didn't watch S3E1 for three days

Anyway. Liveblogging spn while I work tonight. We're bringing back the old days where I did this with x files if any of you remember that LMAO

Kicking things off with a bang (and me trying to not post too many rambles about a stupid tv show, so I'm conglomerating my thoughts into big posts instead)

we have S3E1 - The Magnificent Seven

Love this show's deep appreciation for full black contact lenses MWAH

cheffs kiss

Sorry I know I should be focusing on the evil demon smoke going to infect whatever city this is but like. Do you guys actually genuinely have flags out the front of your houses like this for real

Like really. Do your houses really have flags like that.

OH YEAH BABEY SEASON 3 GOT AN INTRO STING GRAPHICAL UPDATE!!!!!!!!!! NICE

He is SO concerned

No one is giving me practical effects like this show is and I'm living for this

I WISH there was more of a scene in australia cause god I'd work as a prop maker for a living if it was a viable career to do more horror aligned stuff here.

They've spiced up the camera work this season and it is FUN!!!!

These two are great I hope they're gonna be regular supporting characters PLEASE

Highly entertaining seeing Dean's superpower of "Flirt with woman successfully" actually used as a utility (bonus points because it's making him uncomfortable)

RARE HAT-LESS BOBBY SPOTTED

Oh.

Absolutely visceral death, but a real damn shame because these two were cool :(

This show has no right just putting jokes like this right after a scene like THAT.

These dickheads are far too fun to be a one off PLEASE

Australian chanting

FOIGHT FOIGHT FOIGHT FOIGHT FOIGHT!!!!!!!!

Alright that was a fun way to start a season. Nice recap. I get it. It'dved been a while since it last aired. I like shitty pissed off Sam a LOT.

Are you tired of being nice Sam? Don't you just want to go apeshit?

Round 2 Electric Boogaloo with S3E2 - The Kids are Alright

Starting strong once again with a callback to Victorian worksafe ads!!

(Victorians know.)

Love that Sam inherited NONE of the lying genes in the family

I'm sorry you cant make the comment "as many as I can squeeze out" (EUPHAMISM) and then immediately smack me in the face with a fucking GUMBY REFERENCE?????!!!!!!!!!

Fuck off I hate this show. Fuck you dean you stupid piece of shit

A FUCKING

GUMBY REFERENCE (how many of you know what that is LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOO)

Look I get it, I do, but c'mon he looks so fucking awkward getting cake while these two women are talking about the explicit details of his prior intimate experience with Lisa from 8 years ago

Like what the fuck did they DO to illicit a reaction as intense as these two women are giving

No I will not suspend my disbelief for the running gag No I'm not taking this too literally NO i don't have a problem with interpreting jokes

The closeup of Dean's face as his brain was doing the dialup tone killed me, then immediately PANIC but don't drop the cake (SAME)

Anyway. Lisa I love you. You're amazing. Please be done justice by this show. Please.

Need you all to know I go through hell (HAR HAR) to watch this show

And I thought my conversations in cafes sounded unhinged to bystanders (LITERALLY had some old dude tell me and a friend we were weirdos as we minded our own business drawing horror art in a cafe hgakjrhgkagh)

HATE that my brain just went "NOT THE SARAN WRAP SKIN" (we don't call it that. Next I'll start pronouncing things more wrong than I already do)

Not the white DS Lite!!!!!!!!

Remember this kid you bullied in highschool? This is them now

Oh this show doesn't pull punches and it has some NICE shots

Anyway bye Lisa I love you I hope you come back soon :(

the running gag of bizarre interior décor hotel room never ceases to entertain me, I'm like a small child

Anyway

ran out of room for more images on this post so. Who knows maybe I'll fuck off or I'll do a part 2 tonight we'll see

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

bestie how was your show?!!!? You went to france, yeah??

Omg this is the first time I’ve scrolled tumblr longer than two minutes in weeks 😂

My show was AMAZING! Incredible, awesome, awe-inspiring, life-changing, etc. Seeing it live is just such a wonder to behold. My three friends who went with me are not Swifties and two of them said it might have been the best concert they ever went to and one of those said she might have been converted to being a pit-lover like I am. (The other powered through it like a champ 😂 but she was also the one who asked if she could go with me so she knew what she was signing up for 😂)

I meant to do a recap after the show if only to preserve my own memories, but I’ve visited like five other cities since then so I haven’t had time to stop and breathe let alone collect my thoughts! And I’m still not done lol. It’s been a busy few weeks!

I will say though, the stadium security situation did leave a really sour taste in my mouth and is a big reason friend number 3 I think didn’t enjoy it all that much. Not enough to affect my experience of the show itself, because it was incredible, but everything outside of it was total garbage. It was the worst organization experience I’ve ever seen (and I’m including major outdoor festivals and sports events in that!) and wildly unsafe. I’m honestly surprised nobody got seriously injured. It was chaos. (Like, fans lining up were getting info from other fans and not from stadium staff… I had to act as translator between a Brit and a French person at one point when people were trying to figure out what was going on with our line. An actual fight nearly broke out next to me between two people because there was line cutting because nobody knew what was going on. Eventually the crowd actually stampeded the gate and we got pushed with them. With zero staff around. And that was just before the show.)

For a venue that I understand is hosting some Olympic events in a few weeks I’m… skeptical of their ability to handle crowds lol. (And I’m saying this as someone who HAS attended Olympic events in the past!!! 😂) and there is no reason it should be that bad!!! It’s a relatively new stadium with wide concourses and a transit station at the foot of the door but it was just so poorly done and absolutely zero communication from staff. I could go into detail but nobody would really care, but suffice to say, I understand why Taylor is so vigilant on stage.

(I will say *inside* the venue seemed fine, though again zero presence of staff. Like nobody in the pit got crushed. Taylor did pipe in a few times for help but couldn’t see anything serious. It was the outside concourse and exits and crowd control before and after the show that were unmanageable and dangerous.)

Hopefully once I’m home I can better communicate how the show itself was, but one thing I couldn’t get over is how Taylor works the crowd. I was in the pit (I know it’s not everyone’s favourite but I LOVE attending concerts in the pit because I love how immersive it is) and probably at least 20 people deep away from the stage, and even though I know Taylor couldn’t see me, it feels like she’s looking right at you. She makes a stadium full of 60k people feel like you’re in an intimate coffee house setting at times. Yet at others you’re aware that you are in the presence of a superstar. When you’re in a stadium before showtime the stage seems so small compared to the scale of the venue, but she comes on and commands the entirety of it. It’s WILD.

Also, the production as a whole is amazing. The band and the dancers stand out so much. I saw Jan working the room and winking at someone in front of me. I saw the Starlights doing their thing. I caught sight of Paul jamming. It’s a whole damn thing.

I’m pretty sure I got one of your favourite songs as one of my surprise songs too 😂 never mind I was wrong for some reason I thought it was Run but it was Everything Has Changed oops 😂

I can’t pick a favourite moment because the whole thing was incredible. But TTPD goes super fucking hard live omg.

So maybe this is a recap after all! 😂 tl;dr Eras is amazing and absolutely worth the trouble of getting to… but I’m not sure I’d attend another show at this venue lol. (I’d happily return to Lyon as a city though!) Taylor really is in a league of her own and anyone who thinks she’s “mid” has never seen her spin her magic in person because there’s no way to deny her showmanship when she’s right in front of you.