#eliza and bob are split up

[l-e-i-k-o]

𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤.

[jackiessimsstories]

just realized that i can have my sims be named Munch-Pancakes ..... truly one of the silliest townie name combos

[lustrousims]

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ Save File Progress - Willow Creek

Willow Creek Residents + their problems:

1. The Crumplebottoms: This is my take on TS3 Agnes and giving her the life she wishes she had. In this version, her husband is alive and they were able to have kids.

 2. The Pancakes: Bob finally reached his limit with Eliza and demanded a separation, which ultimately turned into a divorce. The kids took it better than he thought, and they both chose to live with him over their mother. Bob owns his own Pizzeria and him and the kids are very well off!

3. The Ali Sisters:***TW: CHILD LOSS ------------- Nala's daughter suffered a tragic accident that resulted in her death. Nala [top right] was rightfully devastated and lost herself for months, Her sister Ada moved in with her recently to keep an eye on her and make sure she is coping and healing properly. Grief is something you never get over, especially when it's your own child, but we all need love, acceptance and support at our worst. Nala is so greatful for Ada, even if she can't express that right now.

4. The Browns: Robert and Matilda's daughter, Alicia, got involved with a man she shouldnt have, and got pregnant. Alicia moved back in with her parents and all seemed well until Jana was born. Alicia got into dr*gs and alcohol and started neglecting her parental responsibilities. After a while, Robert and Matilda had to prioritize Jana's wellbeing and kicked Alicia out, on the condition that if she gets the help she needs, she is welcome to come back home and attempt a relationship with Jana.

5. The Stclairs: ***TW: HOMOPHOBIA ------------- almost the perfect family. Unfortunately, there's something splitting up this household. Little Ava [bottom middle] has recently told her family that she likes girls, and it divided the whole family. It took a while, but eventually everyone came around...except for her mom [top right], who spends most time crying, screaming and starting arguments, and praying her daughters' "disability" goes away on its own. What's making tension worse? There's a rumor that Ava apparently has a little girlfriend, and mom is NOT happy...

6. The Parks: This family has almost no issues, they all love each other very much and little Hana adores her big brother Michael so very much.

If you're interested in the upcoming save file and all of it's drama, you can follow along over here where I will be posting all my updates!

[puppycheesecake]

Now that Bob & Eliza are done...I'm realizing I never made a proper post for Rob Waffles & Beth Crêpe.

I don't think Bob or Eliza are bad people; I just think they're ill-suited for each other. They just need someone who brings out their best. So I split them up, pulled up their attraction preferences, and made the "perfect" partners for them. (It turns out they're set to find each other's physical traits attractive, which I guess explains why they got together in the first place. We'll say they both have a type.)

Beth's traits are Cat-Lover, Slob, and Cheerful; Rob's are Active, Neat, and Ambitious.

Beth and Bob won’t get mad at each other for being messy, she’s happy spending time with her cat when Bob wants to be alone, and she’s cheerful enough that his gloominess won’t bring her down. Rob and Eliza won’t drive each other crazy with their cleaning, and are both type A go-getters who can motivate each other without one thinking the other is nagging.

They get along great.

[changingplumbob]

Pancakes Household: Chapter 9, Part 3

Battle of the century or kids playing console games...

CW: Unicorn zombie with minor carton gore

Carson: You don’t think this will be too physically taxing do you

Artemisia: Only for losers

Onyx: Don’t worry Carson, there’s no exercise required

Fergus: I dibs the green car

Onyx: Is everyone ready

Artemisia: Oh would you just press start already

Onyx: First round goes to me!

Artemisia: That’s ridiculous, you must have given me the broken controller

Carson: Or you’ve been practicing, I get to pick next track. Strawberry Fields!

Fergus: Oh no I hate that one, I always get stuck in the strawberry jam

Onyx: Just follow along behind me Fergus and you’ll see a clear path okay

Fergus: Thank you Onyx

Artemisia: I always think it’s so funny how well-mannered you are

Carson: I would have thought you’d find that annoying

Artemisia: Nope, it helps us get out of trouble

Onyx: So see here Fergus, if you go between these two flowers there’s the fast launch ramp

Fergus: And no strawberry jam sinkhole!

Artemisia: Hold on, you’re not entitled to win

Fergus: Just try and stop me Emi

Carson: Come on Artemisia, let’s wipe the track with them

Onyx: Team Pancakes!!!

Kayleigh: I like to hear them play, the house is so quiet with just Carson now

Eliza: Bob and I have been thinking of trying for another one after Fergus becomes a teen. Bob would love a daughter

Kayleigh: And how about you

Eliza: Well I’ve never loved being pregnant but a third kid would be nice

Kayleigh: Sweetie I don’t mean to sound indelicate but have you considered adoption

Eliza: Adoption? Is that legal when I can get pregnant?

Kayleigh: It’s the 21st century, just because you can have them doesn’t mean you need to. Not that I can talk, I had four

Eliza: I suppose that way I would avoid the pregnancy impacting on my work

Kayleigh: And if Bob wants a girl you can tell the agency that, but you can’t tell your uterus that

Eliza: *chuckles* Good point, I’ll think about it. Oh, would you excuse me? The markets just opened in Tomarang

Kayleigh: Go ahead, you’ll not beat me at this chess match anyway

Eliza: Thanks for helping me learn more

Kayleigh: No problem, I’ll collect my husband and get out of your hair. Night

Kayleigh: Come on Carson, time to go

Carson: Just let us finish this last race mum

Artemisia: Oh it’s finished and I’m victorious

Fergus: Thanks again for helping me Onyx, I had a lot of fun. See you for my birthday Emi?

Artemisia: Sure thing, Tuesday right

Fergus nods excitedly and the dinner party disperses.

Happy very cloudy Halloween! The Pancakes decide not to have a party since they had one last night and Bob will need to work tonight. After a quick breakfast the household splits up as everyone has their own tasks to do this morning.

Bob of course wants to get his work out in before shift. Fergus is in a patch of hyper focus with his ADHD and decides to play mad scientist in the treehouse. Eliza decides to do a dance workout since she cleaned everything yesterday and finally Onyx is set to walk Ginger again.

Eliza is dancing away when she pulls a muscle in her back.

Eliza: Ouch! Oh, maybe an adoption is a good idea, I will be a 40 soon

Thinking on this she carries on, working on her other muscles. Outside it’s hard for Onyx and Ginger to make out where they’re running but the pair do their best. Ginger isn’t sure why her dad isn’t taking her for these jogs but supposes Onyx is an alright substitute.

Onyx: I’m back home dad, Ginger is all walked

Bob: *grunts with effort* Did you tell your mother

Onyx: No, she’s busy practicing speech and I didn’t want to disturb her

Bob: Smart choice

Onyx begins their cheer routine, they still have some more solo practice to fit in. All is going well until they fall over on their face. They push up looking around but Bob is busy working his legs and hasn’t noticed. To celebrate Onyx pulls off a perfect flip!

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[feileacannumber1]

Chapter 3 - Findings

The feeling never subsided and I was starting to feel sick from it.

“Can one of you guys help me find a bathroom or somethin’?” I was holding onto my stomach and Vi almost immediately responded.

“Of course we can! Is somethin’ wrong?” She looked at me with worry running all over her face.

“I’m jus’ feeling a lil sick is all.” My voice cracked as I responded and we began walking around the house.

We decided it would be best to split up and I went upstairs.

I was walking down the long hallway when I saw something run past me. Was it the wind? Some dust? I didn't think much of it and continued walking.

I finally got to the bathroom and analyzed the room.

The left side had a dead flower with a broken vase next to it, a small nightstand with only two legs, and a pair of the dirtiest shoes I have ever seen, maybe dirtier than Eliza’s.

The center had a shower and a lot of dirty water reeked from it.

Then there was the right side of the room. It had a shattered mirror and a sink with paint and blood all over it.

I looked over at the left side again and saw a different pair of shoes.

I started to panic a little and then I saw it.

Forming in front of me was a tall transparent figure with the lightest blond hair I’ve ever seen, a St Christopher necklace, and the hands and feet of the figure were torn, it looked as if someone put them in a paper shredder.

The figure was covered in bullet wounds and had a burn mark that went from the tip of its hand to the side of its face.

The figure fully formed and looked down at me. “Hey, Pony.” I heard it nonchalantly say to me, It sounded so much like Dally.

“Dal?” I responded, hoping I was just hallucinating.

The figure patted me on the back but I wasn't able to feel it. “How's it been Pony? Has Lils been asking about me? I mean, who wouldn't?” Yup, that was Dallas.

“Vi! Nik!” I shouted and ran out the bathroom, hearing the spirit run after me.

I got to the main room and saw two other ghosts with Vi and Nik.

One of them had curly hair and a stab wound over its abdomen and the other was small and had burn marks all over it.

“Hey Pony!” Vi excitedly yelled. “We found Randy-” “Bob.” “Bob and Johnnycakes!”

“Is that Dally?” Nik asked and Dallas swooped over to where the group was.

“You look like shit.” Vi very boldly told Dallas. “Back atcha.” Dally replied and sat next to the other ghosts.

“Does anyone else know about this?” I looked over everyone, hoping someone had an answer.

Johnny hesitated. “Dia and Two know.” That was what Dianna’s letters were about? Why didn't Two-bit tell me about this sooner?

“Have they visited?” I took a seat next to Vi and waited impatiently for an answer.

“Dianna visited before she moved.” Bob responded while he was looking at the newspapers Dia left for them.

I observed Bob’s ghost. He looked the exact same. His hands and feet were just like Dally’s. Cut up and ripped. Why were they like that?

Johnny’s ghost looked horrifying to look at. He was covered in burn marks, in a hospital gown, and had that same expression he had when he died. His hands were different from Dally and Bob’s hands though. His were like flower petals. I didn't know what any of that meant though…

“Would you guys want your friends to visit? We can ask the gang if they wanna come see this place.” Nik ran his hand through Dally’s ghost, shivering at the freezing sensations.

They all agreed to wanting visitors, I mean, who wouldn't? They’ve been stuck here for weeks.

I started to think about who would wanna come see this place…Ian’s always at work, Cece’s too busy taking care of us, Darry probably hid the notes for a reason, Two already saw this place, Dia can't see this place anymore, Mack would love to see Johnny. But what about the Socs?

Randy would be really happy to see Bob, but what about Cherry? Cherry’s with someone else now, and Bob is currently talking to that someone.

Vi was talking with Bob about Dianna’s letters and began going through the ones that never made it out of my house.

I began taking things out of my bag. Bottles of water, Dianna’s letters, and…Gone With the Wind?

Right, I packed this before I left.

Johnny flew over to me and took a long look at it. I think he wanted me to read it. For some reason, it felt like I shouldn't have read it, so I didn't. He looked so disappointed…

Then I remembered that survey on why the gang likes to fight. I turned to the small ghost next to be and asked him.

“Johnnycake, why did you fight?” I put the book and the letters back in my bag.

“I needed to protect myself…” He glanced at Bob before finishing his sentence. “I didn't wanna get hurt again…”

That made sense. He never wanted to get hurt by Bob or Randy or anyone ever again.

I looked over at the blond ghost.

“Dally?”

“What?” Dallas replied, too busy with his own thing to care.

“Why did you like to fight?”

“I fought so I could feel somethin’. It was nice knowing I could cause somethin’ like that.”

“That's a stupid reason.” Bob chimed in after Dally’s response.

“Then why did you fight?”

“I’m supposed to.”

My survey came to a somewhat end after Bob’s response.

Sodapop fought for fun, Steve for hatred, Darrel for pride, Keith for conformity, Johnny for defense, Dallas for emotion, and Bob for purpose…Why did I fight?

I suppose it could've been for defense, but it didn't feel like there was any danger to begin with. So what was the point in fighting?

Fighting wasn't fun, I had no reason to hate anyone, There's nothing I can show off, I don't like doing what others do, I feel things just fine, and I don't think I have a purpose. So why was I fighting?

Why was I even thinking about this so much? There were so many things in the moment. I’m in an actual haunted house and there are three ghosts in front of me and my friends and the only thing I’m worrying about is fighting?

I zoned out a little too ling and flinched when a hand came down to my shoulder.

I looked up and saw Nik standing in front of me.

“We’re going home.” Nik told me, his voice was smooth and tired. God, I loved it when he sounded like that, it just felt nice.

I gathered my things, said goodbye to the ghosts, and began walking back home with Nik and Vi.

We had no reason to stop and say bye to Nik this time though, he was staying at Vi’s place tonight. It was always nice for the three of us to hangout like this.

Vi and Nik went to her house and I tried sneaking back into mine.

I entered through the front door and immediately heard shouting.

“Where the hell have you been?! It's a school night, you know that!” Darry was yelling and I saw all my siblings and Cecilia and Eliza in the living room and kitchen.

Ian was about to fall asleep on the couch with Eliza, Roy was eating some cake at the dinner table, and Cecilia and Soda were washing dishes.

“I was with Nik and Vi!” Everyone looked at me weird when I said I was with Vi, especially Darry. Darry didn't like it when I was alone with girls, he didn't want me to be like Soda, but his expression softened when he heard Nik’s name. None of them weren't fans of Socs but Nik was an exception.

“Fine. But you three better have been together. Go to your room.”

Ian and Roy went to their room and Cecilia continued doing chores with Darry’s help.

Soda had already left to go to bed by the time I mentioned Vi.

I got to my room and saw Soda looking at everything I hid under my mattress. He looked up at me with tears running down his face.

“Why would you take these?” He crumbled them up in his hands.

“I-I don't know…” I honestly didn't. I didn't know who I was going to show those to, or who wanted them, or why anyone would want them. I had just taken them.

Soda threw them away.

“Did you tell Eliza?” He looked so scared, it was as if I had ruined his life.

“Why would Eliza need to know? He has nothing to do with your love life!”

“He isn't just my-” Soda took a deep breath. “Just go to bed, Pony.”

Soda slept in his own bed that night. I did feel a little bad for Soda.

And I also felt a little bad for Eliza.

[zebrafiz]

biblically accurate middle aged p.cakes (post-divorce) in which they:

1. don't have a child to solve their marital problems 2. both come to terms with what they really want in life

bob, a husband & a peaceful domestic life 

eliza, no spouse or children, simply money and steamy one night stands with hot mediterranean men

3. only remain in contact with each other because they formed some kind of weird fucked up bond by marrying so young and being so miserable together.. they also split custody for their cats

[claraplayssims]

💵💍 Eliza Pancakes Makeover 💅👄

I like to think that my Sims are living their best life, and as such, I am a big fan of makeovers. Makeovers can help you enjoy and relate to a character a lot more, and focus on what they bring to the story rather than how they disrupt your game. In general, makeovers are an absolute mandate for the hot and cold weather outfits that are randomly generated by the game. But if you’re like me and like taking care of all your Sims equally, including the premade ones, you give them full-on makeovers from head to toes on a regular basis. 

I’ve done this for all the premade characters, and I’ll be sharing them every Thursday moving forward, with the hashtag #TownieThursday. This week, I’m starting with Eliza Pancakes, one of those Marmite (“You Either Love It Or Hate It”) characters from the game. Eliza has been in the Sims since the game launched, and she only underwent a makeover once, when toddlers came around. Even then, the makeover was one additional outfit for her, and a toddler who joined the household. 

There is a lot to say about Eliza. She’s often pictured as a nag or a shrew, chewing off Bob’s ear with order and reproach, and more than happy to split the conjugal bed in two twin beds on either side of the same bedroom. She seems extremely unhappy, and not content with her family life. This makeover is hopefully the first step in improving her mood, and her life altogether. A little self care goes a long way, you know what I mean? 

When it comes to her appearance, I did not change much. 100% of premade Sims come with a weird protrusion of the lower jaw so I slid that back, but I kept the general shape of her brows, nose and face because they add to her uniqueness. I gave her additional freckles. Since she is a fitness fan, I straightened her torso a little bit; and since I assume that she gave birth to Iggy, I also made her hips a little bit wider.

Her wardrobe was another story… Absolutely all her outfits were terrible, and she wasn’t wearing any makeup nor manicure. I tried to keep her details as faithful as possible while going in deep. For example you can tell that she loves wearing her jewellery, probably to show off to her neighbours, so I kept jewellery on. She now has a manicure style to go with every outfit (because it’s all in the details…) And from her house and previous outfits, you can tell that she loves the colour pink, so that is reflected in her new outfits too. There are also a couple of trailers (Pools, Outdoor Retreat) and screenshots (Holidays Pack) showing her in different outfits, so I was inspired by those as well. 

I did not change her personality traits, but I added Likes for Colours (she likes pink and green, as you would probably expect), Music (a fan of S-Pop) and Activities (Painting and Fitness among other things). The count is only up to 15 out of 50 though, and I liked giving some room for the gameplay to let you decide additions to her personal taste.

I genuinely hope that you’ll like this new version of Eliza Pancakes, or that it will inspire you to create your own… She deserves it!

Gallery download: LINK

[dazd-dreamr]

save in the works...

I’d like to clarify that this save currently has like three finished builds, if that. But it’s definitely in the works. I’m just sort of playing around and adding builds whenever I have the inspiration. 

This is the first build I did and I can post floor plans if people would like it to recreate but I will also be posting the builds to the gallery periodically. All will be cc free except for debug/live edit objects.

I’m not even convinced if I will end up finishing it let alone posting it for people to download but I’m pretty happy with how it’s going so far. I’ve got an apartment I’m going to share as well that I’m super proud of so stay tuned for that.

The plan with the save is to keep some of the premade playable sims but to get rid of those that I don’t/have never played with. Sims in the later worlds and packs will probably be less likely to be included as I don’t tend to play with them if they aren’t the classics like Bob and Eliza or the Goths etc. I will also be splitting up households that are previously together, for example Zoe Patel will be in a separate household, and I’m removing J Huntington III from the save completely. Each premade sim will be completely remade, following the same traits and aspirations (there may be a few exceptions) but that’s the plan.

Again, this is mostly for my own personal use but I thought I’d at least share the process with people and maybe even get some ideas for sims storylines for the new townies I’m going to be creating.

Happy Simming

[lizzisimss]

Pancakes Makeover CC List: Youtube Video: https://youtu.be/_36egrIBgVM Instagram post: https://www.instagram.com/p/CPGcZiOjy95/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Bob:

Skin/Body: [ajduckie] Honey Skinblend, [NorthernSiberiaWinds] Eyes N5, lamatisse_fresco_mouthcrease, nesurii_lightitup-highlight, Pralinesims - UltimateEyebrowCollection_MaxisMatch (N61 Dean), PYXIS - Miscellany2_nosemasks, PYXIS - ToTheBone_Nosemasks, Pralinesims - Ultimate Beard Collection Part 1 and 2 (N15 Mikhail),

Hair: Holyday ShortAfroEdit

Everyday Outfit: CLUMSYALIEN [TATE JACKET], CLUMSYALIEN [SID JEANS], [Mochizen CC] - Everyday Sneakers Male Vers

Formal Outfit: [Gorilla Gorilla Gorilla] Pajama Shirt II, [RONA] high waisted slacks

Sports Outfit: [Gorilla Gorilla Gorilla] - Zip-Up Hoodie, jwofles_jamie-sweatpants, [amelylina] - Tenya shoes, NucrestsyuHatPiscesBeanieLifted

Sleep Outfit: [Gorilla Gorilla Gorilla] Pajama Set AM

Party Outfit: RUSTY_150301_Shirt Button Open_Edit (Pattern), [PLUSH] Pleated Chinos, deelitefulsimmer_mmsims - af_basic_slip-ons

Swimwear Outfit: [Gorilla Gorilla Gorilla] - Split Tank Top, [Gorilla Gorilla Gorilla] Layered Swim Shorts

Warm Weather Outfit: RUSTY-190722_Stand-up Collar Shirt SS19 M, [amelylina] Shaggy Shorts, [amelylina] - Tenya shoes

Cold Weather Outfit: [AxA]-BradJeans_Demin, NucrestsymTopUrbaneTrenchCoatTurtleneck, BED_TS4 - M teeth heel chelsea boots, CLUMSYALIEN [RAE SCARF]

 Eliza:

Skin/Body: [ajduckie] Honey Skinblend, [NorthernSiberiaWinds] Eyes N5, ANGISSI_FEMALE_LIPSPRESET_N1-12, lamatisse_fresco_mouthcrease, nesurii_lightitup-highlight, Pralinesims - UltimateEyebrowCollection_MaxisMatch (Emilio), PYXIS - Miscellany2_nosemasks, PYXIS - ToTheBone_Nosemasks

Makeup/Accessories: 4w25 - CutenessIntensifiesBlush, Pralinesims_Glasses_Machine, Pralinesims_Nails_Female_N27_SugarMilk, Pralinesims - UltimateEyelinerCollection (N10 CatandLashes, N18 Elysium, N19 Muse), GPME - GOLD Natural Lips CC11, Pralinesims - UltimateEarringCollection (Freefall V2, Mida XS, UMOX S), Pralinesims - UltimateGlassesCollection (EKSEO, EXOV, HOROLOLO, Serendipity, ShineForever), Pralinesims - UltimateNecklaceCollection_Female (Potema F), Magnolia-C - Eilish_Earrings, Pralinesims - UltimateLipstickCollection (N135 Omnia), [crypticsim]  - neutrals vol 1 eyeshadow, [crypticsim] - stormi eyeshadow, PS - BlushN29, RemusSirion - eyeliner_30, RemusSirion - eyeliner_31, RemusSirion - eyeshadow_56_Myxa, RemusSirion - Lipstick_247-Nodosum

Everyday Outfit: [greenllamas] - SCREAM_Casey_Hair, dreamgirl - loop hole tank, [savvy.sweet] janice jeans, Madlen Ralf Shoes

Formal Outfit: clumsyalien - Nova Hair , RUSTY-200117_Lady of Dress, Madlen Furaha Shoes

Sports Outfit: Aladdin The Simmer - Nadya Hair, [amelylina] - Gloria shirt, CSxDSxOxT_Trillyke_Suri_Shorts, [Mochizen CC] - Everyday Sneakers Female Vers, NucrestsyuHatSeamlessCapLifted

Sleep Outfit: greenllamas - Skylar Hair, doghug_nye_tee, [amelylina] - Hermes Pants

Party Outfit: [greenllamas] - SCREAM_Casey_Hair, [Gorilla Gorilla Gorilla] Drawstring Waist Sweater Dress, Darte77_f_BrogueBootsHQ, [IDAVALLEN] - WILLOW TIGHTS SET, CLUMSYALIEN [REN SOCKS]

Swimwear Outfit: okruee-hestia-hair, [sudal] - Summer Vacation collab Swim suit F

Warm Weather Outfit: ImVikai - Rosemary Hair, [Gorilla Gorilla Gorilla] Resort Dress, deelitefulsimmer_mmsims - af_basic_slip-ons

Cold Weather Outfit: clumsyalien - Nova Hair, Marigold - FTopGGTurtleneckWithCardiganV2, Elliesimple_fBottom_BeltedBoyfriendJeans, Madlen - Basima Boots

[bellamyblake]

I dont wanna be mean but I Have been rewatching lately and I realized that Clarke's live is tragic it is but Bellamy's more Fucked up

in many ways i agree with this mostly because i’ve been thinking about it since he died a lot. 

and yes i do think clarke’s life is very tragic but what i do think also happened to her is that the SL itself punished her unnicessarily especially in the last season, in ways that...if you count all of eliza’s scenes, about 80% of them are her crying and it honestly got very very exhausting. even to watch. as good as she is and she is great, it gets repetitive. she sells it but you start wondering gd why?? you become indifferent at some point to it all.

that aside, i do agree because of a few major points.

bellamy’s never had a happy childhood. 

of course we don’t know what his life was like before O.ctavia was born. i like to think that maybe there was a glimpse of hope there. i think and hope too that bob wanted his filipino heritige respect though it never was but in my headcanon land he had a filipino dad who loved him dearly and who died tragically after which things went very wrong. but i believe he was loved dearly. 

yet canon and the writers i think tried to instill the idea that aurora slept with random men so neither his nor o’s father are known. however i do believe aurora must’ve loved him a lot when he was born and i think he was a mama’s boy before O was born and everything concentrated solely on her.

so yes, he’s had a very unhappy childhood. a childhood marked by mostly FEAR and that is no way for a child to live and whilst Clarke has had a tragic life we have seen her past and we know she had a family-a dad and a mom, a father who loved her dearly, she was clearly a dada’s girl, the apple of his eye, he understood her, they were connected, which is why she sees him so often in memories or when she is in situations where she almost *dies*. and as complicated as her relationship with her mother is, it’s clear abby’s love for her is very strong even if their relationship was strained by Jake’s passing.

so clarke had a family, she lived in Alpha where we know conditions were better and she was best friend with the chancellor’s son. i’d say up to the point where her father died things were probably pretty rosy.

meanwhile bellamy became a parent more or less at the age of seven. a child was placed in his hands in the way a mother passes a newborn to her husband, and he becomes responsible for a life that technically-

is not allowed to exist.

just let that whole part sink in cause that’s the tragedy of him.

he lived in absolute fear of the worst happening.  forced to become a guard so he could protect her, share rations with his forbidden sister so she could live and help his mother out.

then his worst fear happened.

because of HIMSELF!

the one moment he dared reach for happiness it was taken from him. and it killed his mom who he clearly loves very much and locked his sister who we know he loves beyond himself.

a year of absolutely lonliness, guilt-rideness and pain passes.

then he goes to earth and his sister who’s finally free decides to have a life of her own and split like every child does at some point, from her family. be free because she’s been locked up all her life and he’s left..confused?? doing irrational things, trying to control what he no longer can control.

trying to hold on to love.

because in all the pain and suffering he did have a family-his mom and his sister.

but now it’s gone.

then he grows to love and care for the 100. for clarke.

and he goes into a mountain to save them.

but instead ends up committing genocide.

meanwhile his sister runs off with a grounder (which...i have thoughts on o’s love life but i wont go there now).

and then he’s left alone by the one person he still had in his life. and let’s be real i love the blakes but they were never truly resolved. they came close to it in season 6 but it wasn’t truly done well. so i think it’s fair to say that from the moment he touches the ground, even though he does it for his sister-

he loses her.

and he only has clarke left.

but clarke leaves.

so he’s loveless, empty, broken and absolutely destroyed by the fact that he killed a mountain full of people some of whom were good and tried to save them.

he’s destroyed inside.

and then on and on-the pike manipulation, the massacre, more guilt, more pain. the death wave and a weightless loseless fight that bears no meaning but he tries he tries he goddamn tries

though he doesn’t know why, surely not for himself. for O? for clarke? for the others? for his people?

what is there left for him to do.

aurora blake raised no suiciders. no losers. he can’t kill himself as much as death seems alluring.

what i find the saddest is that he has no real love in his life. yes he has clarke and yes we know they were written as romantic but it was never canon canon so he doesn’t have this great epic love story that all the other characters have-clarke with L, o with Lincoln, raven with f/nn, jasper with maya, monty with harper, lastly john with emori which i think was the best written one.

and that is the tragedy indeed. 

because he IS the character who is the MOST heart even at his *head*-est and yet he is denied love. he’s denied a great love story (again bellarke-aside here). he is DENIED his heart being loved the way it loves, he is denied the gentleness of a soft, kind, filled with extremes-ups and downs, or even challenges, love.

he’s denied it.

the heart is denied love.

i don’t count e/cho. im sorry but that just as clarke killing him was done purely out of spite. there was no real love there, no emotion, no romance. it was a time jump relationship just like his one with gina. he’s REFUSED a great love story. 

he has it with clarke. but he’s denied actually going there too. 

i find it sad because love spills out of him in waves, all of himself he gives out, all of his softness kindness, even his flaws, he lets out in the open and says this is me, i am not ashamed of myself. i may hate myself but i love. 

and there’s no one to love him back.

and then in the end of course im saddest because we’ve seen the craziest shit on earth and he’s still denied understanding from his friends. but i wont go there because it hurts too much.

so yes clarke lost a lot. she lost L and she lost madi in a way and she lost her dad and her mom. but she’s had happiness in her life, she’s had a family, she’s had great love, she’s even had the cutesy teenage drama romance with f/nn and then a good love and then yes death and pain. she is separated from her friends, she is punished unnecessarily like he is too.

but she’s known it.

and she’s known the peace from those 6 years on earth. peace he craved and strived towards in the end. she’s had that with madi. whilst he’s spent that punishing himself over leaving her behind and once again trying to keep their people together in her abscence to honor her.

i’m sure he’s had happy moments. maybe glimpses. like bob said, glimpses of peace. maybe he’s had glimpses of happiness too. when he was baby boy and his mom picked him from his crib or his dad carried him arround or when he carried O around and talked to her. or when he was hugged by clarke.

but he should’ve had more. 

he deserved more. 

[war-of-shipping]

Usually it goes like this: the characters from a series have great chemistry together, they end up dating and we wish their real counterparts would date as well. Actors playing those characters wind up dating as well but after a few months/years they split up but that's alright, at least in the tv show/movie they live happily ever after.

But then there is The 100: We ship bellarke from the beginning wishing for them to get together. After years we find out that Eliza and Bob got married and live happily ever after while the characters in the show still HAVEN'T EVEN KISSED. But at least we can live with the knowledge that the actors playing them realized the chemistry they have and are happy.

[xmxisxforxmaybe]

Officer Cutie Pants

Anon Request: Can I do a request on our sweet little detective, where he frisks, cuffs, and has a lot of physical contact with the reader, maybe some light hearted smut at the end? :P

A/N: This became a story, but I hope it still satisfies your request. I tried some third person for a change bc I get bored with “Y/N” and “you.” However, there are some places where I had to use a “Y/N,” but I did try to limit it. Feedback welcome, as always, especially if you are like omg stahhp this is way too much “she/her” and “you” flows better sis👏

WC: 6087

Warnings: Reference to a jackass in a club who doesn’t know what “no” means, minor physical violence of said jackass, SMUT (18+ please)

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Mike hides his laugh behind his hand as Baxter’s girlfriend pushes her ass into her boyfriend, grinding back into him as he tries his best to still her hips. His forearms are strained with effort as he holds her at bay.

“Y/N. Get. In. The. Car,” Baxter growls out before adding a quiet, “Please.”

“Youuu are gonna have to cuff meee,” she sings, twirling in his arms and wrapping her hands around his neck. “Andstuffme,” she loudly whispers, causing Mike to laugh as Baxter looks ready to die on the spot.

The night had been a fairly quiet patrol, so when Mike and Baxter got a call for a drunken disturbance outside of a nightclub in their area, they both sat up a little straighter as their adrenaline kicked in. Baxter’s breath hitched as he remembered something, his palms all of a sudden very sweaty; he rubbed them over the starchy fabric of the uniform pants that covered his thighs, and Mike glanced over from the driver’s seat.

“What is it?”

“Y/N is there tonight—I just … I’ve got that feeling. Something’s happened.”

Mike’s foot pressed harder on the accelerator as he flipped on the siren.

“Hey, Mike!” she calls, suddenly aware of his presence. “Bax is bein’ a loatboad of nofun.”

“A loatboad, huh,” Mike says as he walks over, his arms crossing as he looks down from his substantial height of 6’5 at both Baxter and Baxter’s girlfriend.

“I can handle this,” he says, glancing up at Mike before returning his eyes to his girlfriend’s face.

He grasps her wrists and removes her hands from his neck, gently pushing her back. She giggles and leans against the cruiser, her head tilting up to look at the night sky.

She is absolutely drunk off her ass, along with at least three of the five friends she had been partying with.

“I wanna press charges against that bi—”

“Careful, sir,” Mike says, cutting off a guy who is almost the same height as himself, except it looks like this guy currently ran his nose into a doorframe. “You wanna tell me what happened here?”

Mike maneuvers his body to block Baxter from the view of the guy who is now insisting that Bax’s girlfriend assaulted him.

“I’ll tell ya wha’ happened!” she interjects, raising her head from its spot on the car and struggling again.

“Tell me what happened,” Baxter says, moving so that his back is to Mike’s, further distancing her from the man claiming assault.

Her eyes are filled with a wild anger until she realizes her boyfriend is the only thing she can see. She blinks, then grins at him.

“Le’s go downtown, Officer Baxty-Babe. I’ll take my pants off ‘n you can do that thing you do that makes me—”

“Please, please stop, sweetheart. You need to focus and explain what happened, or I am going to have to arrest you. Which means mountains of paperwork,” Baxter explains, moving to try to capture her gaze long enough to hold her attention. “Which means it will be a week before I can do that thing to you again,” he adds in a low voice, pulling a wide smile from her as her bloodshot eyes finally settle on his again.

Staring intently into Baxter’s eyes always makes her feel like she is being scrubbed raw. His eyes look dark in the dim light of the street, but they still hold that same pull that had initially attracted her. She quickly found out that dating a cop was hell, constantly worrying about what might happen to him, and after an initial few months of swearing she was going to break it off, and Baxter showing her why she shouldn’t, she acquiesced and let herself fall ridiculously in love with him.

Which suddenly occurs to her to say.

“Iloveyousomuch,” she gushes, her eyes filling with tears. “You’re so sexy ‘n smart ‘n officery ‘n I jus’ looove you.”

Baxter blinks, a long, slow blink of patience, and releases his grasp on her wrists. He moves his hands to her face and asks her not to cry.

“‘M not cryin’!” she declares, laughing as she flings herself into Baxter’s arms, finally able to make full body contact with him, her hands travelling south to grasp his ass at an incredibly high rate of speed before he snatches up her wrists again.

“Stop!” Baxter says loud enough to make her freeze, the tears she swore she didn’t have in her eyes returning.

“Okay,” she mumbles, stepping back and going slack against the car, so slack that she just keeps sliding until she’s sitting on the ground, her ass suddenly cold as it connects with the asphalt.

Gracie and Kendra move forward to help their friend, but Baxter holds out his hand, stopping them.

With a sigh, he kneels, thankful his girlfriend can’t make any more sudden moves.

“Sweetheart,” he says gently. “Please tell me what happened.”

“Can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Can’t.”

“You can’t remember?”

“I re’mber.”

“Then why can’t you tell me?”

She finally looks up, sniffling but not yet crying.

“You’ll kill ‘em.”

Baxter’s fingers flex as he suddenly realizes he should’ve trusted that feeling in his gut all along. He looks up at Gracie and Kendra, and they are frowning.

“Did you see what happened?”

“Not until after she hit him—but it was for a good reason, Bax,” Kendra answers.

Baxter turns his attention back to his girlfriend.

“If you told the girls, you can tell me, too.”

“Gonna kill him ‘n you’ll lose your job—”

“I am an officer of the law, Y/N,” Baxter says, his voice even and soothing, the exact opposite of how he really felt. “I took an oath to protect and serve. The least I can do is protect the woman I love.”

Gracie hiccups as tears fill her eyes and she softly says, “He won’t kill ‘em—ya gotta tell him anyway.”

Too drunk to have felt Baxter’s shift in demeanor from one of embarrassment to controlled anger, she feels reassured by Gracie’s appeal.  

“Tell me what happened,” Baxter requests again in the same soothing voice, his eyes trained on her face as she looks slightly over his shoulder and into the small crowd that had gathered.  

“We were dancing. ‘N it was fine. All the girls. Guys too. Some guys, couple a guys. Some guys started dancing. Yes. Wasn’t even really payin’ attention, just dancing ‘n then one of em was pullin’ me away, tellin’ me he was taking me home ‘n I said no ‘n he wouldn’ listen so I hit em—just like you taugh’ me,” she finishes, suddenly happy again as her face splits into a wide grin as she mimicks her upward, palm-flat punch toward Baxter’s nose.

He grabs her hand in time to stop her from accidentally hitting him, but this time, instead of restraining her, he presses a kiss to the back of her hand.

“Good girl. Now, can you stay right here for me? Don’t move?”

“I like it here. ‘S comfy,” she says patting the ground and leaning her head to the side.

Baxter’s movement is a blur as he brushes past Mike and starts in on the guy who apparently couldn’t understand the word no.

“Turn around. Put your hands behind your back,” Baxter says as he pulls his cuffs from his belt.

Mike is on immediate alert, ready to back up his partner. He acknowledges the backup officers who had arrived only a moment ago, and they work to push the crowd back.  

“What the fuck, man? I’m the one with the busted nose!”

“I said turn around,” Baxter growls as he steps forward, his eyes fixed on the guy’s face. “In my area, no means no.”

“I never touched her,” the guy says, an edge of panic creeping into his voice as he realizes he’s not going to be able to use the sympathy of a few fellow men. Neither Mike nor Baxter have any tolerance for men who don’t respect women, especially intoxicated and vulnerable ones, although it turned out that this guy’s target was not at all vulnerable.

“It was loud—I didn’t hear her. I swear, Officer,” the guy babbles as he complies to being cuffed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as his eyes dart back and forth

Mike steps forward and hooks Baxter’s elbow, angling him so he could lean down to his ear, “Bargain. Get him to drop the charge against Y/N if we let him off with a misdemeanor disturbance. Guy doesn’t have a record.”

Baxter’s eyes turn up to Mike’s and they are hard, unwavering, but Mike doesn’t look away. Under his partner’s gaze, Baxter’s anger falters and logic takes hold again.

“Interview Y/N’s friends while he cools his heels in the backseat. I’ll check in with the bouncer to make sure he’s never had an issue with the asshole before.”

Mike nods and is once more greeted by a cheer as he approaches Baxter’s girlfriend, a few of her friends joining in this time, making Mike grin and shake his head yet again. Meanwhile, Baxter walks the guy in custody to the backup’s cruiser and puts him in the backseat.

At least she’s okay, he thinks before he begins to clean up this mess of a night.  

*  *  *  *  *

Groaning, Baxter’s girlfriend lifts her head from the mattress between the two pillows she had fallen onto when she passed out. She has a vague recollection of her friends helping her into bed, but at the moment, much of the night was a blur.

Rolling over, she thinks hard.

Dancing. Lots of dancing.

Shots. More shots than dancing.

God, what got into me?

There is a rustling and a few thunks from the kitchen that make her sit up in bed, her heart picking up speed as she listens.

“Hello?” she calls, wondering if Gracie, Kendra, or Eliza had spent the night.

Clutching her blanket to her chest, she holds her breath as heavy footsteps scuffle down the hall.

Baxter appears in the bedroom doorway, a smile on his face and an apology for scaring her on his lips.

“You did scare me! Last night … bit of a blur,” she sighs as she lays back down.

“How much of a blur?” he asks as he moves farther into the room, his hands settling into the pockets of his gray sweats. He still has on his sneakers, and he’s wearing a black, LAPD t-shirt from the 5-k run the county hosted a few weeks ago.

She’s quiet for a moment and then sits up with a gasp, her eyes wide as she begs Baxter to tell her she’s wrong.

“I didn’t … oh my god. Please say I didn’t. That guy’s nose. OH. MY. GOD. I tried to—while you were on duty. Oh god, Bax. I’m so sorry!”

Baxter only smiles a little.

“So you remember it all?”

“The details are a little hazy—what happened to the guy I … bopped?”

“It was a little more than a ‘bop,’” Baxter says, pulling his hands from his pockets to make air quotes.

“I think I may have overreacted,” she says as she bites her lip, realizing that her mouth tastes like a drifter took a bath in it.

“The bouncer corroborated that he got pushy. It’s club policy to kick anyone out that makes physical contact, though. Apparently, you didn’t like that.”

Closing her eyes, she thinks back and remembered issuing quite a string of profanity as the bouncer escorted her out.

“Who called the cops?”

“The guy you slugged. Guess he has a modeling gig next week and no insurance. He wanted the ‘crazy bitch’ who hit him to pay for the damage she caused to his livelihood.”

“He was a model?” she asks, her lip turning up in confused disagreement. “No way.”

“Way,” Bax replies, sitting down gently on the edge of the bed.

Her eyes squint as she thinks hard about what transpired, frowning as she looked to Baxter’s face. It is still fixed in what she calls his “cop face.” His features neutral, his mouth closed and his eyes alert as he waits for her to talk—he has the patience of a saint, which makes him a damn good policeman.

“We were all dancing—a big group of us. The guys came up and pulled a few shots from the floating tray for us. I was feeling pretty stellar by then anyway, but I remember the feeling of his fingers closing over my wrist—tugging me away from the dance floor. I told him I had a boyfriend, but he shrugged. It was that fucking shrug. He pulled on my wrist again, and the rest is a blur—I do remember the way it felt when my palm connected with his nose—shit! I have a bruise!” she exclaims, looking at the bright patch on the heel of her palm.

Baxter’s eyebrow rises and he scoots closer, reaching out to take her hand in his to examine her palm.

“Are you mad at me? I don’t blame you if you are.”

Baxter closes his eyes for a moment, then raises her palm to his lips, pressing gently into the bruise.

“No. I’m not mad, sweetheart.”

“Am I in trouble?”

Baxter chuckles, his lips vibrating against her palm.

“Would I be here about to cook you a big hangover breakfast in my sweats instead of my uniform if you were?”

“I feel like I’ve sullied your sacred uniform,” she says, her grin shy before splitting into one of joy. “Wait—did you say breakfast?”

“Mmhmmm.”

“You are the best boyfriend in the universe!”

“I know. And I also know you will somehow think of a way to repay me for the merciless roasting I took at the station when Mike opened his dumbass mouth.”

“I will kill him. I don’t care how big he is.”

“You’ve clearly proven what a tigress you are,” Baxter replies, his face becoming more open as he relaxes, knowing that his girlfriend really is okay after the ordeal.

“Just you wait,” she says, her headache momentarily forgotten as she darts toward the bathroom.

“I shower … you cook!”

Baxter smiles and shakes his head as he stands and makes his way back to the kitchen.

As soon as the bathroom door shuts and she flicks on the light, she remembers her hangover. Opening the medicine cabinet, she pops a few ibuprofen and scoops up some water from the running faucet. Unable to take the dirty feeling any longer, she brushes her teeth as she turns the shower on and lets it get hot.

About 20 minutes later, she emerges from her bedroom, showered, comfily dressed, and feeling mostly human, to the smell of bacon and coffee.

Baxter is pushing around eggs in her skillet as she walks over to him, bacon on the burner beside the eggs, and another skillet of potatoes sizzling on the back burner. Standing behind him, she pops her chin onto his shoulder and slides her hands into the pockets of his sweatpants.

“You smell good,” Baxter says through a smile that she can only hear.

“So do you,” she purrs as she turns into his neck and nuzzles, enjoying the slight stubble along Baxter’s jawline that meant he had gotten ready in a rush to come and see her.

“Is that so?”

“Shut up,” she bites back playfully, her hands moving to grip his strong thighs from the inside of his pockets. “You know you smell better, look better, and are an infinitely better human than any idiot fuckboy in a club who thinks ‘I have a boyfriend’ is a challenge.”

She feels Baxter chuckle again, and as he steps slightly to the right, she pushes her hands deeper into his pockets, inadvertently exposing a strip of his stomach between his boxer-briefs and his t-shirt.

“Hey—if I get a third degree burn from bacon grease on my junk, I am going to be pissed at you.”

Laughing, she relinquishes her boyfriend and moves to pull down two mugs for coffee.

“You are so sexy, Mister Officer. I can’t help myself—as we clearly learned last night,” she banters back with a slight eyeroll at her own behavior.

“Can I ask you something?”

She puts Baxter’s coffee on the counter closest to where he’s scrambling the eggs, and then leans into the edge before replying, “Of course.”

“Why were you so shitfaced last night? I’ve seen you have a good time, but that seemed … out of character. Or maybe not? I’m just curious.”

“It’s a very legit question, Bax. And you’re right … a little out of character for me.”

Pausing, she takes a sip of her coffee. Baxter turns the burner off for the bacon and moves it from the heat. He turns the potatoes down before running his spatula through them, making sure they don’t burn. Sitting her coffee down, she moves to a cupboard to grab a plate and a few papertowels.

“Sometimes I just want to get fucked up. I wanna not worry for a night. Not overthink. Let the constant yammering in my head take a night off, ya know?”

Baxter nods and asks for two bowls for the scrambled eggs and the potatoes. She moves to the cupboard again and pulls out two white bowls, ones that are just a little bigger than the cereal bowls.

“Any particular worries?”

“Work, always.”

“I feel you on that one,” Baxter replies as he looks around for a serving spoon.

She reads his search and reaches into the drawer to pull one out.

“Toast?” he asks.

“Oh yes. I need all the carbs to quell the queasy.”

As she carries the bacon and eggs to her small in-kitchen table, she says quietly, “And you. Pretty much always.”

Baxter clicks the toaster down and turns to look at his girlfriend, his eyes narrowed and his lips a little tight.

“Me, huh?”

Chewing slightly on the skin behind her lower lip, she crosses to the toaster and leans on the counter opposite of Baxter.

“We talked about this when we first started dating, but I didn’t realize how consuming it would be. I think about the what ifs all the time. I love you. What would I do if—"

“Hey, hey,” Baxter says, cutting her off as he moves into her body, his hands coming up to cup her face.

In return, she slides her arms around his waist, her fingers moving under his t-shirt to touch the bare skin of his back.

Baxter and Y/N look at each other for a long moment before he closes the distance and kisses her, his lips forming perfectly against hers in a tender moment of genuine affection.

When Baxter pulls back, he holds her gaze as he says, “Imagine how I felt hearing that call come in for a club I knew you were at. When I saw you standing outside, I thought I was gonna be sick.”

She looks into Baxter’s eyes, and then both of them jump as the toaster pops, both of them uttering a soft giggle.

Bax presses a quick kiss to her forehead before pulling the toast out and setting it on a plate. She lines herself up behind him again and kisses between his shoulder blades over his t-shirt.

“Let’s both try to worry less.”

“I’m more concerned for any … what did you call him? Idiot fuckface?”

“Boy,” Y/N says, laughing. “Idiot fuckboy.”

“Fuckboy who tries to steal you away.”

“Never, ever gonna happen.”

“Even though I make you worry, like, all the time?”

“You’re worth it—you just may have to answer a few more what are they called? 213s?”

Baxter laughs, his teeth flashing, “Shit, sweetheart. If I had to answer a 213 for you, I think that would be the end of our relationship.”

“What’s a 213?”

“Use of illegal explosives.”

“Oh! Well, then. Nevermind. What’s the whatever I was code?”

“You came in as a 415 and a probable 390.”

“Oooh two codes! Yay me!”

Baxter is still smiling as he sits down catty-corner from his girlfriend.

“A drunken disturbance—pretty typical for a club call. Sorry to disappoint.”

After scooping half of the scrambled eggs onto her plate, she looks at Baxter with sincerity and says, “Thank you for not arresting me.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong—technically.”

“I’m still thankful.”

“And you’re still gonna repay me,” Baxter says, his voice low and his eye shutting with an exaggerated wink.

Laughing, she shakes her head as she takes a big bite of eggs and reaches for the bacon.

“I’m more inclined to fuck you into next week for making this amazing breakfast.”

Baxter’s lips pull down in an exaggerated frown as he shrugs before declaring, “Or we could read this as two separate thank-yous from the tigress. She can feel free to make an appearance whenever she likes.”

“As if I need a reason, Bax.”

Their eyes meet for a moment before Baxter clears his throat, grinning as he tucks into his breakfast.

Conversation flows easily between the two of them, and soon enough, both are leaning back in their chairs, sipping the last dregs of their coffee.

“How’s your hangover?”

“Mostly cured, I believe,” his girlfriend says from over the rim over her mug.

“You going to the gym?”

Baxter shrugs, his fingers drumming on the table.

“In that case,” she says, standing up slowly from her chair, “I think we oughta treat ourselves to a lazy day … in bed.”

“I like … the sound of that,” Baxter replies slowly, taking his girlfriend’s proffered hand. “I did have a really long night. Some drunk broad came on to me while I was arresting her.”

She spins around, feigning offense, and Baxter laughs, his hands whipping to her sides to tickle her. She bats at him and speeds down the hallway to her bedroom, pausing to turn only to be met with a body full of her boyfriend as he tackles her onto the bed.

Still laughing, they look at each other for a moment as their smiles quietly slip into an intense kiss. They both taste like coffee and bacon, their shared meal a reminder of their shared lives.

Baxter settles between her legs, his growing hardness evident through the forgiving material of his sweatpants.

She is dressed only in sleep shorts and a thin t-shirt, so when she pushes her hips into his, she moans at the friction when he bucks back into her.

Baxter’s lips kiss at her chin before he nudges her jaw up by tangling one strong hand in her hair and pulling.

Her lips part with a silent sigh as he kisses down her neck, soft, slow, long kisses where he presses the whole of his full lips against her skin before moving down a fraction to repeat the action. The feeling of his lips on her skin has always driven her wild and today is no exception.

She knows she’s already wet, but she doesn’t want to be needy for him. She keeps thinking back to Baxter’s banter in the kitchen and wondering if it really did hide an insecurity: perhaps he needs some reassurance that he is the sexiest man she has ever been with, that no “model” will ever turn her head when she knows she is coming home to Baxter. Her drunken teasing last night outside of the club meant nothing; she was out of her mind.

But right now—right now, she is here and more than willing to show him how important he is to her.

With a growl, she pushes at Baxter’s shoulders causing him to look up with heavy, confused eyes. With every ounce of lust she feels, she flips Baxter over and straddles him, thrusting her hands in his hair and mimicking his earlier tug of her own head.

“I want you.”

Pulling even tighter on his thick curls, she flattens along his body and starts to nip along his jaw, the stubble chaffing her lips and scratching against her teeth as she mouths at him before moving down his neck.

She licks along the strong muscle and settles into the indentation between the muscle and his windpipe to suck at little patches of skin, not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough for Baxter to shiver as he wonders if it will.

She works her way down to the exposed skin at the neck of his t-shirt, pulling on the fabric with her teeth before sitting up so she can maneuver him out of it.

Baxter lays back slowly, propped on his elbows as his girlfriend swirls her hips against his bulge. His mouth falls open and a sigh escapes as she pushes him down again.

He’s fit; his lean muscles standing out enough to make her lick her lips in appreciation and run her hands over his pecs, kneading them before lightly pinching his nipples into stiff peaks. He’s sensitive, everywhere, which always makes their time in the bedroom all the more satisfying.

She flattens her body along his again, his cock now pressing into her stomach as she leans down to kiss across his chest, moving to his right nipple to pinch it between her teeth.

Bax moans and reaches to run his fingers through her hair, pushing it out of the way so he can see her lips on his skin.

Flicking her tongue, she plays with his nipple before moving to the left one to repeat her ministrations, her right hand back to kneading that strong muscle before sliding up to his shoulder and back again.

He has soft skin, mottled with freckles that make her want to kiss them all every time she sees them and a thin smattering of hair on his chest that scratches lightly against her lips as she continues to kiss his chest before following his happy trail to his stomach.

Humming in the back of her throat with pleasure, her tongue swirling through the trail of softer hair, Baxter can barely control his hips. They are desperately trying to rut against her body, and she has a strong feeling he doesn’t even know he’s doing it.

Sitting up slightly, she places her hands on his hips and pushes down.

“Behave for me or you’ll spoil all the fun.”

Baxter looks down, his face the perfect picture of debauchery: cheeks flushed, eyes heavy, and indentations on his bottom lip where he’s been biting.

He blinks, long and slow as if coming out of a fog, then huffs out a tiny laugh, his hands moving up to run through his hair before settling behind his head.

Her eyes trail over the way his biceps flex and she can’t help but reach into the course hairs of his underarms, scratching just enough to make him twitch before she smirks and returns her hands to his stomach.

Moving her body lower, she’s straddling his lower thighs now, Baxter’s thick cock clearly visible beneath the grey fabric, and at this point, she’s barely able to stop herself from stripping and mounting him on the spot.

But she wants him to know how much she needs him and from this angle, he can watch her face, also flushed with swollen lips from kissing his torso, fill with an unabashed desire as she grasps the bulge of his dick.

Slowly, she squeezes, not quite wrapping her hand all the way around his covered length, but pressing into him and sliding upward, jerking him off in the most teasing manner she can manage until a spot of precum leaks through his underwear and stains the grey of his sweats an even darker grey.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re killing me,” Baxter mumbles as his big blue eyes are flicking between her hand and her face, almost begging but not quite.

She takes hold of the waistband of his sweats and works them over his hips, Baxter lifting his ass off the mattress to help.

They repeat the process for his underwear, but she scoots down the bed to tug his clothes off. After pulling his socks off, too, she scratches her nails along the bottoms of his feet, making him jerk again, his face grinning as she pinches the big toe on each foot.

“So sensitive,” she breathes, her voice sultry.

She runs her fingers through the thick but soft curls of his leg hair, sliding them up and over his knees, slowing down only to push his thighs apart so his entire package is on display.

He’s so pretty, perfectly proportioned, and she reaches out with both hands to lightly grasp each testicle. She plays with the soft skin and watches Baxter’s cock jump as she applies more pressure, switching his balls to one hand so she can give them a good squeeze.

She takes the base of his dick in her other hand and very lightly begins to stroke him, once again watching the way her boyfriend responds to her touch and feeling the ache in her pussy which has become so pronounced that it feels like its throbbing in time with her heartbeat.

Sliding the thumb of her hand that was playing with his balls beneath them, she presses her thumb into his perineum and begins to move in firm, tiny circles, massaging him until his thighs are twitching and his chest’s rise and fall quickens.

She bends over now to take the tip of Baxter’s cock in her mouth, licking the precum from his slit first before closing over his head and lightly sucking. She slides her mouth over him, taking as much of his shaft as she can until Baxter begins to breathlessly plead.

“Stop—stop. I want to come inside your pussy.”

As if she couldn’t get wetter, the way Baxter’s mouth moves as he pleads sends a fresh wave of arousal to her center.

“Ride me, please. Wanna watch you.”

With a quiet groan at his words, she slides off the bed and strips out of her clothes. Baxter’s head turns to watch and he licks his lips before pulling on his worn, bottom lip, doing that thing that always makes her feel like a teenager again, crushing on the cutest boy she’d ever seen.  

Baxter shifts on the bed, adding another pillow behind him so he’s sitting up a bit more as his girlfriend straddles his hips. Still holding herself over him, she reaches between her legs and slides her fingers through her slickness.

Holding them up, coated in the evidence of her arousal, she murmurs, “Look at what you do to me, Bax,” before slipping them into her mouth.

“Kiss me,” he says, his eyes trained on her lips as she removes her fingers, the intensity of his gaze a bare beacon of his desire to taste her.

Leaning forward, she braces her palm on his chest as she kisses him, and with her other hand, she maneuvers his dick to her entrance, sliding down onto him, pulling his groan of satisfaction into her own mouth as she deepens the kiss.

“You feel so good,” she groans out as she breaks the kiss and stills her hips so she can just bask in the sensation of being filled up by the gorgeous man underneath her.

“So fucking good,” he answers.

After grabbing onto a fist full of dark curls and tilting his face up, she gives him a wicked smile as she starts to move, rising up and falling down at a teasingly slow pace.

She loves the feeling of control, but what she really loves is watching the way Baxter’s mouth falls open as he pants out his pleasure, his hands sliding over her hips and reaching up to grasp her breasts. He pulls on her nipples before he lets his hands fall to her hips again, silently encouraging her to bounce on his cock before asking again.

“Fuck me. Show me how much you want me.”  

All teasing is dispatched with as the room fills with the sounds of their pants and moans, both of them lost in the bliss of good sex between people who know what their partner likes and what their partner needs.

Her clit is swollen, aching for his touch and as he nears his orgasm she waits, patient, wanting him to come inside of her, wanting him to get lost in his own pleasure.

Baxter’s hand slides around and tries to touch her, but she grasps both of his hands and brings them to her breasts, squeezing them with him as she grinds into him, swirling her hips before rising and falling, repeating the motion until she can tell he’s about to come because his chest is red and when she steadies herself with one hand over his heart, she can feel it beating hard.

His hips buck up erratically into hers as his lips purse with an exhaled breath and he begins to groan, his face twisted into a magnificent ecstasy as he lets go, his hot cum shooting thickly all over her inner walls, the feeling something she would struggle to explain but nonetheless it’s a feeling that causes her eyes to close at the intimacy of it.

His heartbeat is slowing as she opens her eyes, unable to stop her smug grin at the way she’s left him damn-near cross-eyed after coming for her, but as he begins to wiggle out of her body, it’s clear he knows she needs him, really needs him, so Baxter pulls her to him as he flips her onto her back and quickly moves to between her thighs.

He admires his handywork for a moment, his thick fingers playing in their mixed arousal before he latches onto her clit and sucks. He glances up and her head is thrown back as her hands grasp her breasts; she looks like a goddess to Baxter as she pulls on her nipples and bites her lip, finally giving herself over to his mouth.

He releases the pressure and flicks his tongue rapidly over her clit before sucking again, this time, his suction pulling out her orgasm in a near-violent wave of release as his name echoes off the walls of her bedroom.

Baxter licks lightly at her clit, coaxing her down until her thighs press against his face, signaling him to stop. He presses a kiss to her mound, then to her stomach, right beneath her belly button before he presses a final kiss to her sternum and lays flat, his head nestled between her breasts.

She reaches down and swipes at the sweat along his hairline, running her hands gently through his hair.

“Mmm. Mmhmm,” Baxter sounds, and she can see his eyes are closed, his dark lashes resting prettily along the skin beneath his eyes.

“I think that was the best cure for a hangover I’ve ever had.”

“Not the bacon? Or potatoes?” he mumbles.

“No—definitely just you. You are the ultimate cure for a hangover.”

“Box me up and sell me. We’ll never have to work again.”

“Like I would ever fucking share that with any other human on earth. You’re mine, Officer Cutie Pants.”

Baxter laughs, his breath a warm puff across her skin. He twists his position, his chin now resting on her chest so he can smile at her, his eyes crinkling in the corners.

“I’ll be only yours as long as you’ll be only mine.”  

“Hmm,” she replies, pressing her lips together in mock-thought. “I think forever sounds like a good amount of time.”

“Forever it is,” Baxter answers, pushing up to lean over her face, his kiss full of a gentle, loving warmth.  

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Our fancy bean never wears sweats, so this is all I’ve got for reference material:

Special thanks to @sherlollydramoine for nurturing my muse at 2 am 💞 

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[dindjarined]

tbh i told myself to like. stop talkin about this but honestly:

 y’all in this fandom got your priorities all kinds of fucked up.

i’m seeing some of y’all callin this ‘drama’, weeping what about my ship!!!! and even claiming sexism when it comes to holding eliza accountable and i just want to say, from the bottom of my heart: fuck y’all lmao

fuck your ship tbf. fuck your callin this ‘petty drama’ or whatever the fuck. fuck y’all for callin sexism because people want to hold eliza accountable for the following: cheating, gaslighting, manipulation.

y’all really out here victimizing her when she was part of this for 6 goddamn months, when she allowed bob to cheat with her not only once but twice. she is just to blame so stop splitting hairs, stop nitpicking and hold them both to the same goddamn standard. jesus christ y’all really losing sight of what’s important here and it’s disgusting

[llamaflu]

I made over the pancakes and decided to split them up. In my mind, they met when they were young and foolish and got married all too soon. They were introduced at their mutual friend’s wedding, and after seeing their closest friends get serious, they both wanted to do the same. But after the honeymoon phase was over, they soon realized they weren’t at all compatible. Eliza had big plans and ambitions, while Bob just wanted to take it slow. They were clearly at different states in their lives, and after years of dragging on their miserable marriage, decided to split. :(

I can almost see Bob moving to Sulani and opening a little beach side restaurant!

[katkomskaikru]

Eliza Taylor should be recognized for her performance in season 6 of The 100

A few years ago, even though she wasn’t nominated, fans wrote in Nina Dobrev’s name for the nominations for the People’s Choice Awards.  She ended up not only being nominated, but being the first write-in nominee to win the award.  Fans made it happen.

I think for the 2019 People’s Choice Awards, taking place in November, we should start an online campaign to write-in Eliza Taylor for best actress in a drama series.  (I would love to also write in Bob Morley and Richard Harmon, but I think if we split our focus too much, it might not work.)  Eliza was incredible this season.  If The 100 was not a sci-fi show and was not on the CW, I believe she would have been nominated for awards this year (maybe even an Emmy.)

The People’s Choice Awards is still one of the few award shows that the fans actually vote for the winners (and the votes matter.)  The nomination window, last year was from September 5th- September 14th. I haven’t been able to see if the dates are going to be slightly different this year. (I'm sure they’ll release the info closer to the date of the show, and if anyone can find the exact dates, please let me know.) The show is now the E! People’s Choice Awards, so I'm having trouble finding pages with the dates on E!’s relatively unorganized website.

If we start spreading the word now, we might be able to get enough people to vote for the nomination in September and the win in November.  Please let me know if anyone else is interested in trying to do this. (I also don’t like Twitter, so if we all decided to do this, I would need people to spread the word on Twitter too.)  This is just and idea.  With the series ending, I don’t know if she’ll be eligible next year so this may be the last chance to do this.

Does anyone else think we should do this?  If you do, reblog and spread the word!