#god sorry for dumping here but i. can't talk to my dad about it he's going through way more than me.

[dragqueenpentheus]

hard day to try and work and be a productive person. did some laundry.

[mypoisonedvine]

𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 | boyfriend's dad!cillian murphy x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | for some reason, your first instinct after the breakup was to talk to his parents; maybe because you'd come sort of uniquely close to them, for a relatively short relationship. you might not have gone to their house if you'd known you'd find mr. murphy there alone...

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 4k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | SMUT (18+ ONLY!! unprotected sex, creampie, oral m and f receiving), age gap (reader's age unspecified, cillian is 45+), hurt/comfort (but, you know, sexual comfort), infidelity, slight manipulation/coercion since the reader is very vulnerable at the time, somewhat inexperienced reader, degradation and praise, a little bit of breathplay, hair pulling, slight dacryphilia?, reader is slightly implied to be an immigrant/foreigner

note: yes I use his real name but this is just fiction and not meant to have anything to do with the real cillian murphy or his life/family so please keep that in mind!

He had a smile on his face as he opened the door and greeted you, but it fell instantly when he saw you biting down on your quivering lip, looking down to hide how red and watery your eyes were.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" he asked, voice heavy with concern as he reached out and rubbed your shoulder. "Oh, god— come in, come in— what's going on?"

He ushered you into the house, shutting the door behind you and wrapping his arm around you as you sniffled. "I-I'm sorry—" you began instantly.  “I thought— I don’t know why I even came here…”

But, actually, you sort of did.  You’d been wanting to talk to Cillian’s wife, hoping for some motherly advice, until he answered the door and you abruptly remembered she was in England on business for a week or something.  And you couldn’t exactly show up on somebody’s doorstep crying and say ‘oh, sorry, I thought your wife would be home— I’ll come back in a few days’.

You weren’t disappointed by running into him instead, really, you just felt a little weirder about it.  The two of you had never actually been alone before.

"Don't apologise," he soothed, "it's okay, just tell me what's happened. Are you alright?"

"Yeah," you sighed, trying to compose yourself a bit as he guided you to sit on the couch with him. "Yeah, I'm okay, I just... um, well, it's sort of stupid—"

"I'm sure it's not," he offered with a small laugh, "if it's got you this worked up."

"We, um... I think we broke up?"

"What?" he breathed, knitting his eyebrows together— he cared more than you expected... but it sort of made sense, Mr. Murphy had always made you feel welcome here. Mrs. Murphy too, maybe ina different way. Yes, it's bizarre to respond to being dumped by going to visit the guy's parents, you needed a sort of... mature, familial presence right now while you were so far from your own.

You took him through the whole drama as efficiently as possible, trying to regulate your crying so he could actually attempt to make out what you were saying. He listened thoughtfully, perhaps with too much attention compared to what you expected— after all, this was stupid college drama and he was so much more mature than all that. Still, you appreciated a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on.

"And, uh, that's how he ended it," you finished with a sigh, sniffling as you recalled the heartbreaking conversation. "He basically told me that he's too young to be stuck with one person, and he needs to 'explore his options'..."

"Then he's an idiot," Cillian groaned, "and I hate to say that about my own son— but he's a fuckin' idiot."

"Well," you mumbled, "I don't know— I thought maybe he had a point. I mean, we're pretty young..."

"But look at you, honey," he offered pityingly, "you can't tell me this is what you wanted."

"No, but—"

"And yes, you're young," he added, "but not too young— not if it's real."

You bit your lip to stop it from shaking any more, and he cooed at you gently as he reached up to rub your shoulder.  

“Poor girl,” he breathed.  “Honestly, I always… well, maybe I shouldn’t say it now…”

You looked up at him expectantly, and he smiled nervously as he glanced away.

“Well… I guess I always thought that you could do better,” he admitted with a soft laugh, “but, you know, I didn’t want to say anything, of course.  He was lucky to have you, and I just hoped he would treat you right, but…”

“I thought I was the lucky one,” you replied with a thin smile and another little sniffle.  “He could be really sweet, you know— he used to be.  And I always thought he was, uh, sort of… you know, out of my league.”

“Oh, honey, no,” Cillian frowned, moving his hand up to your face and holding your cheek, wiping a small tear away with his thumb.  “You’re gorgeous.”

You laughed awkwardly, not sure what to think— or how to think— with him looking at you like that.  “I… I don’t know, you’re sweet, but—”

“No, really,” he assured, and only when you met his gaze did you realise how close he was.  You wouldn’t call it too close, only because it didn’t bother you like you knew it should.  “You’re so beautiful.”

You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing actually came out… there was nothing to say.  He was coming closer, you knew it, and you wanted to reach up to stop him just as much as you wanted to shut your eyes and give into it.  You ended up sort of splitting the difference: you rested your hands on his shoulders, but didn’t push him away, and gasped slightly just before he kissed you.  Even a second of resistance could’ve given you some plausible deniability, but no, you fluttered your eyes shut and kissed him back; it didn’t help that you could feel how warm and strong he was through the t-shirt, holding on tighter to his shoulders with a hum.

His hands wandered to your waist, pulling you into him— and you were like putty, embarrassingly enough. With him kissing you like that, you really couldn’t do anything but let him pull you around wherever he wanted.  His lips were soft and gentle, his tongue teased you so carefully, and he even sighed against your skin in the sweetest way… you were totally helpless already.  

Sure, some part of you knew how fucking bizarre this was— that you were kissing Mr. Murphy, your boyfriend’s dad— well… ex-boyfriend’s.  You weren’t blind, you noticed how attractive he was when you met him, but you’d managed to successfully ignore it since then.  It made sense, after all, since the first thing you’d noticed about your boyfriend was his good looks… but Mr. Murphy was handsome in a totally different way.  Strong and broad— not especially massive or anything, still a lean guy— with thin streaks of grey in his hair, a patient sort of smile, subtle wrinkles around his eyes that added a sense of wisdom to his expression… really, he was a bit more of your type.  But that was something you had forced yourself not to acknowledge— until now.

You sat up slightly, holding onto his neck, breathing in sharply through your nose as you kissed him back a little harder.  You could feel him smiling— god, even just that made you feel so desperate— and he even moaned ever-so-quietly when you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he breathed against your lips, breaking away just enough to make you open your eyes— his lashes seemed especially long as he looked down at your legs curled up on the couch (and his hands petting them slowly.  “You haven’t been treated properly for a long time, have you?”

You whined in the back of your throat involuntarily as you nodded— how could he see right through you like that?  It wasn’t like it was bad with your ex, it was just… not good.  Not enough.  You wanted to feel wanted, not used— not a means to an end.

“Will you let me?” he asked softly, breathing beside your ear on his way in to kiss your neck.  You gasped, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to keep him close, head falling back to give him as much of you as he wanted.  His tongue was fucking fiendish, the way he used it to tickle along your pulse, the sharpness of his teeth making you jolt only for him to soothe you with his plush lips.

“Yes,” you panted, “fuck— I, god, I can’t believe we’re doing this…”

He laughed a little.  “I can,” he admitted.  “All I could fucking think about since I met you…”

That surprised you— you’d never noticed anything that would’ve made you think he thought of you that way… but knowing that he, apparently, had made a shiver run up your spine.

He certainly hid it well, playing the part of the slightly-embarrassing dad and polite husband so well that you never would’ve known… oh god, his wife.  You didn’t want to think of her now, yet the unavoidable memory stirred arousal alongside guilt in your gut.  You had no idea you were this sort of person— but you weren’t really operating logically right now, anyway.

He held your face again as he pulled back, petting your cheek— it made you feel especially juvenile when he did that, holding your chin to examine you.  This wasn’t really the ideal state for you to be looked at, in your opinion, with you having been crying all evening.  But he looked amazed by you, even if it was just for a moment before he looked down at your body and smirked.

“Take this off,” he instructed, tugging at your shirt slightly.  You thought it would’ve been a little more romantic if he helped you out of it, but it was alternatively a bit sexier that he was just going to sit back and watch you strip for him.  It must have been his way of demonstrating his power over you, that you were just going to take it off and toss it aside without question.  Which, of course, you did.

He smiled proudly at the sight, and before you could even get your bra off, he started to carefully tease you through it— fingers running around the edge, moving the straps off your shoulders, tickling up your sides as you shifted nervously on the couch.  

“Look’t that,” he whispered proudly, and you took a second to realise that he was referring to your nipples getting hard enough to poke visibly through the fabric; you felt self-conscious all of a sudden, even if he was clearly enjoying what he was seeing.  “So needy, huh?”

“Y-yeah,” you admitted, whining when he reached inside the cups and ran his fingers over your breasts— they usually weren’t so sensitive.  “Fuck,” you breathed, shutting your eyes as a way to try to escape his gaze.  “I… I need you.”

“Fuck, baby, don’t talk like that,” he groaned, “m’gonna try to take my time with you— how am I supposed to do that if you say such lovely things?”

His lips were on your neck again— and he was leaning you back, laying you down under him, tugging your shorts down with a bit more urgency than he’d had before.

When you were basically naked— or at least, your bra and panties pushed out of the way enough that he could see what he needed to— he purred at the sight, grinning as you hastily undressed yourself the rest of the way.  

"Of course he couldn't appreciate this," Cillian sighed, baring his teeth just a bit. "Of course he couldn't appreciate a perfect fucking body like this— a perfect little pussy like this..."

You were about to open your mouth to say something, though you hadn't even decided yet what it would be, but only a low moan came out when he held your legs open and dove between them, humming as he lapped at your clit. You couldn't imagine why you were so sensitive, but your whole body was shaking already just from the gentlest motions of his tongue...

"Fuck," he said, muffled against your skin, before he pulled back enough to bite playfully on your thigh. "Fuck, darling, you taste delicious. Christ. You're too perfect..."

He devoured you again, exploring all over you with his tongue as your thighs kept instinctively clamping down on his head. He kept looking up at you through it all, even when you couldn't stand to meet his gaze and had to arch your back from the pleasure. "Fuck!" you yelped, grabbing tightly onto his hair. "Fuck, Mr. Murphy, I— oh, god..."

"He never made you come like this, did he?" Cillian realised with a groan, nearly growling when you shook your head. "Has anyone?"

"N-no," you shakily admitted, and he moaned around you as he suckled harder on your clit for a moment until you whined loudly.

"Oh, poor thing," he cooed, "how could anyone taste this sweet cunt of yours, and not want to spend hours between your legs?"

He didn’t need to spend hours, though— the taboo nature of the situation seemed to turn your body into overdrive, making you so sensitive and desperate… or maybe that was just the effect he had on you, but it was hard to say.

The point is, all too soon, you were shivering under him, back arching up off the couch, holding on tightly to his hair.  He hummed approvingly, even moaning against you as he slid his tongue inside; he must have been able to feel you pulsing, moving closer and closer to the edge, because he shut his eyes tight and seemed to focus harder and pushing you further until you couldn’t take anymore.

“Fuck, fuck!” you sobbed, thighs shaking around his head; there really was no exploration to it, no teasing, he just went right in and expertly played you like he’d done this a thousand times.  Maybe he had… but, obviously, he’d never done it to you.  Were you that easy to solve?

Obviously, that question suddenly became the last thing on your mind as your orgasm wracked through you.  He growled encouragingly, still keeping his pace, but you could barely hear it past the ringing in your ears— and your own cries of his name, of course.

He only broke away when your squirms turned into real avoidance: you could only take so much, especially with him suckling on your clit like that.

You were almost nervous to open your eyes again— and you were right, he looked so gorgeous between your legs, obviously smug with having just made you come, it was nearly criminal.

“Is it really that easy to make you come, honey?” he laughed, petting your legs sweetly as he pulled back, looking up at you with a proud grin.  “That’s so fucking cute, baby…”

As he sat up again, wiping the slick off his mouth with the back of his hand, you got this weird, clingy feeling— wanting to chase him even just as he barely moved away.  

But he’d sat up for a reason, and you started to realise it when you sat up, too, and noticed the thick bulge in his jeans.

"Why don't you show me what you can do, sweetheart?" he encouraged with a smile, opening his belt for you. "I'm sure you've learned a thing or two..."

Though you still felt terribly nervous about it, you leaned forward towards his lap. Would it be awful to admit your mouth watered when he freed his cock from his jeans and boxers, holding it out for you as a little bead of precum formed at the tip?

"Show me, baby," he whispered again, "and look up at me."

You nervously blinked up at him, meeting his gaze from his lap, as you wrapped your lips around his swollen head. He bit his lip right away and reached up to hold onto your hair, groaning as you swirled your tongue.

"Fuck," he smirked, "you're sort of a tease, aren't you?"

You weren't trying to be, really, but it didn't sound like he minded too much...

"Oh, fuck," he moaned deeply, making you pulse inside as he tilted his head back. "Fuck, baby, that's good— your mouth is so fucking warm..."

He gasped and panted as he held your head, guiding it to bob just a little faster than you had been moving. "Sweetheart," he choked, "you're so fucking good... fuck!"

The praise made your chest fill with warmth, even if there was still some part of your brain that was recovered enough from the orgasm to remember how horrible this all was.  It was horrible, but perfect— and feeling his cock throb against your tongue was perfect, too.

You’d never been told you were so good at this before, but he kept moaning and petting your head encouragingly, whispering the most wonderful and filthy things.  “Just like that, honey,” he cooed, “mm— pretty thing… knew that mouth of yours would feel so fuckin’ good… just keep sucking my cock, sweetheart.”

That you did— harder and faster, stroking what your mouth couldn’t fit, moaning softly around him.  As you tried to take it deeper, desperate to please him, you gagged on his thick head.

“God, it’s so cute when you choke on it, baby,” he chuckled.  “Do it again.”

This time it was almost too much, but he held your head down and groaned deeply.  It would’ve bothered you more— not being able to breathe— if he didn’t sound so sexy right then…

Thankfully, he pulled you off just in time, making you yelp as he held you by your hair— only to kiss you hard, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.  Moaning, you melted into his arms, and let him guide you to straddle his lap.  Feeling his jeans against your thighs and his shirt against your chest made your heart skip.

He took another long look at you when he broke away, a new darkness in his bright eyes.

“You’re so sexy,” he laughed softly, running his hands over your nude form and raising a brow as he watched goosebumps break out over your skin.  “God, I need to be inside you…”

You bit down on your lip but it didn’t do much to suppress your whimper; lifting yourself up a bit, you grasped his cock and slid it through your folds, guiding him to your entrance.  

You both gasped when he slipped inside, even when it was the slightest penetration— his whole head wasn’t in yet, and you just knew it would stretch you more than you were used to.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned loudly, tilting his head back, “you’re so wet, sweetheart…”

Lowering yourself, you took in a shaky breath, whining slightly as he opened you up one inch at a time... and each one seemed somehow thicker than the last. His fingers seemed to dig deeper into the skin at your hips and ass the lower that you sank onto him.

You could barely believe that you took it all; that you relaxed into his lap fully even when you feared being split in half by how thick he was.  “Oh my god,” you blurted out, operating on instinct as you started to move— grinding back and forth, desperate for friction despite having been satisfied by his incredible mouth just a few minutes ago.

"Fuck, there you go," he encouraged with a growl, looking down at your hips rocking in his lap. "Ride me, just like that— fuck, ride my cock, little fuckin' whore..."

You whimpered at the insult, holding tighter onto his shoulders, but it only made you move faster. "S-so... so deep, Mr. Murphy," you whimpered.

"Yeah? You can take it," he promised darkly, holding tighter onto your waist as he dropped his head back with a low groan. "God, you're tight— fuck."

You gasped as he bucked his hips up, creating more pressure against your over-sensitive clit. "Oh, fuck," you breathed, struggling to cope with all the sensations he was giving you.

Both of you settled on the right pace, and he switched between resting his head back against the couch (giving you a nice view of his gorgeous neck, how could just a neck be so sexy?!) and looking down to watch you go.  “So fuckin’ cute,” he praised— though you were sort of surprised to hear him describe you that way at a time like this.  “So needy, honey… you want more, don’t you?  You wanna go even faster.”

Now that he said it: yeah, you did.  You bounced up and down, your moans coming out all shaky and uneven because of the movement, and he grinned proudly.

His hands wandered up from your waist to your chest, groping you eagerly as you gasped out his name in response.  “Love these tits of yours,” he informed you, sounding oddly sweet for how dirty of a compliment it was.  “Took everything in me not to stare at them when you’d come over for dinner… see what you do to me, sweetheart?  Haven’t felt this desperate since I was your age.”

Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing, reminding you of how much older he was at a time like this.  He purred when he felt you clench on him, obviously affected by the comment.

“Should’ve known you’d give in right away,” he went on, softening his voice to nearly a whisper as he watched you move with heavy eyes; you angled your hips back and moaned louder, his cock rubbing against just the right spot every time now.  “Hungry little thing like you— now I wish I hadn’t waited so long.  We could’ve been doing this the whole time… I could’ve shown you how much better it can be, when somebody really takes care of you.”

Whimpering, you felt another heady pang inside you— if he kept talking like that, you wouldn’t be able to keep your head on straight… then again, the fact that you were here proved that you were less stable than you thought.

“Faster, sweetheart,” he ordered again suddenly.  “I wanna see how desperate you can get.”

You furrowed your brows together, almost pouting, but did exactly what he wanted— you wondered if you looked as pathetic as you sounded, riding him recklessly, chasing another peak even when it took all of your strength in those shaking legs.

He grabbed you by the jaw and guided you into another desperate kiss— all teeth and tongue and low moans.  “Good fucking girl,” he snarled.  “Good little slut.”

“Fuck,” you panted, moving faster.  “Fuck, I’m close—”

“I know, honey,” he cooed, nodding as he moved his hand down to your neck.  “Show me how bad you need it, sweetheart.  Let me see it, I wanna see you come for me.”

Tossing your head back, you cried out his name again— why did you always do that when you came?— and felt it overtake you.  It was even heavier than the last one, even more numbing and draining, and you didn’t even notice how hard you were digging your nails into his shoulders.

When your body failed and you came to a shaky stop, he didn’t give you much time to catch your breath: he grabbed you tight, guiding your head to rest on his shoulder, and began to buck his hips up into you quickly.

“Oh my god, oh my god!” you whined, overwhelmed by the feeling, holding onto him tightly just to have something to keep you grounded.

“Fuck, m’gonna come inside you,” he warned with a growl.  “Gonna fill you, baby, you’ll be so fuckin’ full of my come—”

You sobbed and buried your face in his neck, starting to cry again for a completely different reason than before.

“Tell me you want it,” he ordered, speaking roughly right against your ear.

“F-fuck, I want it,” you gasped, “I want you to come— fuck— come inside me—”

He choked out a few more swears, he held you tight enough that you started to imagine what his bruises would look like on you tomorrow, and with a low groan of your name, it all suddenly slowed to a stop.  You moaned weakly when you felt his cock flexing against your walls, even more heat pooling inside you.  With what little energy you had left, you softly kissed his neck— until he seemed to come back to reality and pushed you back enough to be face-to-face with you again.  

You realised suddenly that you were still sort of crying from the intensity of it all, and got nervous with him staring at you like that.  “I’m sorry,” you sniffled as you wiped your face.

“Don’t apologise,” he told you again, moving your hands away so he could look at you himself.  “Besides, you look even cuter when you cry.”

[jackhues]

WHO WILLIAM? - PADDOCK PASS, BABY [ PART TWO ]

in which y/n's enjoying playing the part of paddock princess after a... not so great race (bahrain 24)

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Prompt 23 with JJ?? where JJ and Reader get into a fight and it kinda starts with angst (the prompt) but ends with fluff and just JJ feeling horrible after everything that happened? It’s okay if not!

I love this, this is a perfect storm of angst and healing!

"Hey, what happened?" I catch JJ's wrist before he can walk past me and into the Twinkie, John B's incessant eyes stalking JJ as he stops, interrupting their journey into town. Of course, right when I get here they're going off on some secret mission.

"Don't wanna talk about it." He mutter, turning his chin so I can't completely see the bruises littering his cheeks but I can see enough, enough to make my blood boil with anger.

"JJ, you're face is smashed in, I think you need to talk about something." I scoff, looking past him and at our friends who sit in the old, beat up van, their eyes going from a look of impatience to a look of concern and sadness.

"Fine, I don't want to talk about it." He turns to me with stern eyes, asking me quietly to drop it and I gulp, looking up at him through my lashes with a drooped frown.

"Okay, I'm just saying if you did want to talk about-"

"For gods sake please just drop it and stop fucking nagging me, alright?" He asks in a loud tone, taking me completely off guard as my jaw drops and eyes widen but not in a look of fear, instead a look of utter and complete disappointment. The JJ I love would never talk to me like that. "Wait, Y/n I'm sorry-" I spin around on my heel, making my way towards the Chateau to wait for them, deciding to be done with this conversation before it gets any worse.

"No, I'm going. You made it clear that you don't want my help, you don't want to talk." I hear John B call out JJ's name and the blonde shoves a finger into the air as his desperate eyes flicker back and forth between mine. "You don't have to worry about answering to me anymore, I'm done." I sit down onto the steps with a sigh, looking up at him with teary eyes.

"You're dumping me?" He asks with a cracked voice, blue eyes suddenly red and not from the weed he abuses his body with.

"You want space, you've got it."

"Stop, wait-" He holds his hands up, quickly rushing down to sit beside me and I glare at him, waiting for him to apologize like I know he will. "Stop, I'm sorry." He whispers, turning to me completely, ignoring the way the Twinkie drives off without him. "Fuck I'm sorry." He reaches out to me, taking me in his arms and I let him, just because I know him and I know his anger, I know he reacts poorly so sometimes he just needs the push.

"You’ve always pushed people away, JJ. I just never thought you’d do it to me." I whisper, cradling the back of his head as he shakes his head.

"I'm not trying to. I know you want me to talk about my dad, I can't right now, okay? I'm okay, I'll be okay." He leans back, cupping my cheeks in his strong hands, sincere eyes flickering back and forth between mine. "I'm sorry, please don't leave me."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to push." I shake my head with a sad smile, knowing that I crossed the line but only out of love for him, wanting and needing to get into his head to know what he's going through. He can't just keep it bottled up forever.

"You didn't, you're my girl, I should just talk to you." I smile, placing a hand on his cheek as I lean towards him to give his lips a small peck while whispering.

"Your girl."

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the sea around us; pt.2 chapter six

Snowy saw no choice but to run- wondering if Rafe will ever understand that the pogues mean everything to her. JJ gets it though. JJ will always get it.

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(rafe cameron x f!oc)

warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

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~ Rafe's POV ~

"Dad, I swear, listen- Snowy will come back and she'll clear you, I know she will!" I say frantically, trying to get my dad to listen as we stand on the dock. The sun hasn't risen yet- and I know I'm not fully processing the weight of what I've just done, hiding a body. The dead body of someone I knew. I don't have time to think about it. "I just have to talk to her- if I can find her, I just need to get down to Florida and-"

"Rafe, she's dead!" My dad shouts back at me, slamming his fist on the railing of the dock. I jump slightly and freeze, opening my mouth to protest but he wasn't having it. "Juliette Hansley is dead and the sooner you move on from your little fling the better- we have much bigger things to worry about."

I swallow and nod a little bit, as my dad puts his hand on my shoulder, speaking more softly to me now. "I know you cared about her. I'm sorry. But you have to understand that that wasn't going to work. I mean, come on, she was seventeen- there was going to be some maturity differences there you couldn't get past. Not to mention she was a pogue. I promise you she would be more stress for you than she's worth. She already was."

I feel my jaw clench as he speaks but I just nod in response. There is no use arguing with him. I can't even imagine putting my energy into believing that she's dead- because I know she isn't. He tried to hide from me that the boat was found upright, Sarah's music still playing, right on a beach in Florida. I know she made it.

"What else do you need me to do?" I ask him, changing the subject.

"I dropped the gun, and I think it washed down into the sewers. I need you to do what you can to get it back." My dad says, stepping back and leaning against the opposite railing. "Can you do that for me?"

"Yeah, all day." I nod. I can't help the small smile that appears on my face. He trusts me, and he wants me to do this for him.

He pats me on the shoulder and walks off, back down the dock towards our house. I feel my chest tighten as I try to figure out what to do. I have no plan on how to get this gun back if it's in the sewer- because I am absolutely not going down there. Not even for him. Well, maybe I'll have to.

I hop up onto the edge of the railing to sit on it, staring out at the horizon as the sun starts to light up the sky with a warm orange tone, replacing the black of the night. I can't help but wonder if Snowy is watching this sunrise too, somewhere. She left on what I feel should have been bad terms, but I just want her home, or at least safe. I've already forgiven her for leaving, and I know I'd do it again if I had to.

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I realized at some point this morning that Barry used to work for the city, and also that he will do just about anything for money, so bribing him to help me out is my best line of action. Or at least a good place to start.

"So- if it's in there and we don't want to get our hands too dirty, we can flush it out with this and then you can search to your hearts desire in the ocean where the water dumps out." Barry says to me, unlocking the wheel for the water pump closest to where the gun fell down the drain. I nod, thinking it over. I don't have many options.

"Thanks, man. I-." I say, but I'm interrupted by yelling coming from... underneath us? I walk closer to the drain to hear better.

"Pope! Oh my god there's something dead down here!" I recognize that voice- it's Kiara Carrera. Why on earth would she be in the sewer? Especially right now- when I need something out of it?

"Did you find it?" I hear Pope's voice echo back. Shit, they're looking for the gun. I clench my jaw and walk back to the water pump, reaching out for it when Barry grabs my arm.

"Dude- you flush the pipes you kill the rat." I laugh slightly at this and shake my head.

"If you don't want to watch- go find the truck." I say, pulling my hand away and reaching for the wheel again. Barry sighs and walks away as I turn it wide open, looking down at the grate where I heard the shouting come from, and hearing water rush through it.

I stare into space seemingly forever- the sound of the rushing water flooding my mind as I watch the water bubble up out of the drain. The memory of Kiara threatening my dad and Pope strangling me nearly to death before dragging my girl away from me is still so fresh in my mind. I don't know how long it is before I notice the screaming. "Pope! Pope help me- oh my god!"

I snap my head up, looking towards the street again as my mind comes back to reality. What have I done? Kie is Snowy's best friend. I can't kill her- I can't do that to Snow. Or Kie- of course. I could turn off the water, but I still need to wash the gun out. I start to walk down the street towards where the water will run out into the ocean, and see who must be Pope sprinting towards a manhole in the street, which has small fingers reaching out the top. I pick up my pace and run over, reaching it at the same time he does.

"Pope- it's stuck, help!" Kiara shouts again as I make eye contact with her friend- who looks confused and angry to see me. I can see the gears turning in his head as he quickly dismisses his thought process and gets to work trying to open the grate.

"I've got you!" He says, yanking on the metal. I can see he's got no chance of opening it on his own, so I kneel down next to him and pull on it as well.

Pope and I keep making brief eye contact- every time he just looks confused, and scared. We continue pulling on the grate even as the water flows up over Kie's head and onto the street, soaking my shoes as I kneel on the ground. "Come on!" I groan, feeling my fingers burn as we pull as hard as we can and eventually the metal gives, and we can slide it away.

Pope reaches into the water and grabs Kie by the arm, pulling her up and she collapses on the ground, coughing and gasping for air. "Holy shit, Kie, are you okay?" Pope asks her as I lean back on my calves from where I was kneeling on the rough cement, wiping my forehead with my wrist and taking some deep breaths.

I watch as the girl responds with a thumbs up, then looking over at me. "What the fuck are you doing here, Rafe?"

I squint and shield my eyes from the sun as I watch her sit up. "I was just down the block and I heard you- I figured you wouldn't be so picky about who steps in to help when you're about to die."

"Typically I wouldn't be." She grumbles, letting Pope help her up. I brush off my knees as I stand as well.

"What were you doing in the sewer anyway?" I ask them- but I'm sure I already know.

"I dropped my phone." Kie lies, leaning back into Pope who's standing pretty much right behind her.

"Oh, wow. You really wanted that back, huh?" I chuckle, tempting fate a little bit.

"Duh? It's my phone." She says sarcastically.

"I guess." I nod, deciding to let it go. "So, uh, have you guys heard from Snowy?" I ask, rubbing the back of my neck.

The two pogues look at each other hesitantly, trying to decide what to say. "Look- I know she's alive, okay? I just want to know if she's contacted you." I add.

"We haven't heard from her directly," Pope answers stiffly, but nods at me slightly. "But we have talked to JJ. They're together."

I feel a breath of relief leave my chest as I nod back, and I force down the smile I feel tugging at my lips. I knew she was alive. Of course she was- but now I have proof. It feels so good. "Sweet, okay... Do you know where she is?"

"No, we don't." Kie snaps, hardly letting me finish my sentence. "And she's not coming back until John B is cleared and your dad is rotting in prison for what he did."

I roll my eyes at her attitude. I just saved her life- for fucks sake, and now she's treating me like this. "Alright, well, you're welcome for saving your life." I hiss, turning and walking away, shoving my hands into my pockets. I'll have to come back around to look for the gun in the water, and hope they don't find it before I do.

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[allycat75]

Sorry, this one is long. But the subject has given much to work with.

Proof People's Sexiest Man Alive 2023 really does hate himself, just from other quotes in the SMA article:

"I feel like I have a bit more freedom to take time away from the industry and still find projects that will satisfy my creative appetite when I return" I am sure based on the phoned in performance from Ghosted and on the reviews of Pain Hustlers, it sounds like you must be starving.

"My mom will be so happy," he says. "She's proud of everything I do but this is something she can really brag about". How she feelin' about that incel group also being proud of you?

Of Boston "We've got a lot of good schools. Let's give education a plug, that's damn sexy." I have read the few interviews your "beloved" has given and never before have I read so much and someone said so little. But hey, eyebrows are sexy, too. You can probably talk about that.

 "I love the idea of tradition and ceremony, I had a lot of that in my life so the idea of creating that, I can't think of anything better." So I guess some new traditions are never being seen with your one and only without it being breadcrumbed and/or trolled, surrounded by a bunch of people, staged and scripted, all while you look miserable. Oh, and also talking about how you like to be alone and your dog is your soulmate.

Values most in a partner is "vulnerability and humility." I am sure your acting teaching family is thrilled she feels she is such a great actress that she doesn't need classes or coaching.

"I don't like to argue, I don't like to raise my voice, or any forms of manipulation," Yep, I know the feeling Christopher.

"It's wise and mature to be able to say "I'm sorry I made a mistake,' to be vulnerable and not always be looking for the argument or take things to an argumentative place. That takes a lot of maturity and I find that very sexy." I am sure that was the exact thought process when your baby posted her shower pic to deflect from the criticism she was getting for her problematic behavior. And did we miss the "sorry"? But only if it is accompanied by behavior change. Otherwise, it is just one of those pesky manipulations none of us likes.

 "I love love". And that is why you feel comfortable taking a big dump on it with this disaster. If you are faking it, you have made love a joke, but if by chance it is real, you have shown yourself to be the absolute worst partner ever.

"The tough questions, you know what I mean? I [asked] a lot of tough questions as a kid," he explains. "'God made everything everything?' 'Is the color red to you the same as the color red to me?' I was a high strung kid and emotional so I'm anticipating those questions to be loaded with a lot of anxiety. And I think [as a parent] not only can you give a good answer to the specific question, but the tools to navigate tough questions like that." I'll just let the reader mull this one over, but I am curious to know the possible answer if asked "Dad, what do I do if I am forced to fake marry someone who represents the exact opposite of everything I have claimed to want in a partner? It will require me to use my family and friends in dumb schemes and stunts that will distract them from their daily lives and make thousands of innocent people look and feel crazy. It may even cause me to compromise my integrity and core beliefs by aligning me with those who represent the most base of our society."

But in all seriousness, there are some huge red flags here and this is unsustainable for a normal, happy life. Please study the lessons of this disaster, because the real tragedy of this mistake would be to just move on. Get help from professionals and seek to understand patterns that you keep falling into. I find the ABC method works well:

Good luck!

[megaawkwardhuman]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. learn to know your mutuals and followers.♡

sorry for not responding to this sooner

wrote more then I expected so just gonna put this here

1: my dog!

he might be annoying at times but at the end of the day I fucking love him and if anything bad happens to him I'm going to kill a bitch. though it would be nice if he didn't jump on me all the time since he's fucking big (he's still a puppy tho so I cut him a lot of slack) (also he's a german shepherd if you're curious)

2: art

whether it's viewing it or creating it art has always made me happy. I've been drawing since middle school and while I do have creative dry spells I haven't really stopped creating and picking up random mediums (just pencil, just pens, pixel art, sewing, kandi making, painting the list goes on and will continue to go on)

3: music

I would go insane if music didn't exist. It's always been a big part of my life whether it's my dad blasting music while cleaning the house or me listening to music while walking down to a corner store to get an arizona. Music also helps give me ideas! like I have a few fic ideas written down that were inspired by songs.

4: watching and talking about media I like

I'll take this moment to apologize to my irl friends who have witnessed me info dump over discord vcs at like 1 am without planning what I'm saying so it's all one big cluster fuck of words. I fucking love to ramble on and on about shit that I like ESPECIALLY THE MEDIA I CONSUME!!!! I've always been a nerd for details, theories, and over all over analyzing. not always but most of the time if given the chance to talk about something I like I become like one of those door to door missionaries. Only instead of talking about my god I go on about how gay something is. Also watching shit that I like! after I'm done typing all of this I'm gonna rewatch some wwdits while working on bunny art (I swear one of these days I will explain the bunnies. It's a whole thing with a looooong story behind it. I wanna share it but I think it deserves a separate post so I won't talk about it here.)

5: tumblr

is this one a bit of a cop out? probably. is it true? 100%. it fucking baffles me that my ideas and art can bring joy to others. hell I still can't believe I've INSPIRED OTHERS but somehow I have. All of y'all in the wwdits fandom have really helped me get through art block that was going on for months I think? I can't put into words how thankful I am for this site. All of the amazing artists, all of the meta posts, just EVERYTHING AH YOU GUYS HAVE NOOO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE Y'ALL. it kinda feels weird since at the end of the day I don't really know y'all and y'all don't really know me but still from the bottom of my little queer heart thank you all soooo much for the follows, likes, replies, and reblogs.

[virgil-says-things]

fuck it hey hi I'm back at this again KENDJFNF

'I'm not even thinking about your dick. In my dad's mouth. I'm not." Jimmy. please. watching him have a crisis is funny but he needs to leave Ian alone he's just tryna eat his toast 😭

"too busy to help your old man?" (Frank) "yes! forever." (Lip)

at least Carl no longer believes he has cancer

'can I kiss u?' (Ned) the IMMEDIATE no from Ian made me laugh 😭

Ian isn't actually going to rob Ned's house for him. right?

Carl's learning that gay people exist

'i hit something!' (Hank) yeah, the sewer line. no bones in sight yet (Frank, Carl and Hank (?) are trying to find aunt ginger's bones before the people that are going to be working on the sewer line do)

'i think Karen messed u up bad' (Kevin, talking to Lip) uh oh!

"dude's got daddy issues. no wonder u dig him." (Lip) "I can hear u!" (Jimmy)

it's 5am and I'm listening to Sheila admit she likes inflicting sexual pain to a dying nun who took a vow of silence is this scene over now.

Mandy and Ian leaving the room and turning the lights off when they go and Carl immediately saying 'I need to know where the gay wieners go.' 😭

OMG. MICKEY!!!! Mickey helping Ian with training yet starts shooting more when Ned is mentioned (I'm definitely reaching here but shush. I call jealousy.' ALSO. 'he isn't afraid to kiss me' (Ian). ouch!!! the SILENCE from Mickey after that.

"no, please just go home. Mandy. to ur own fucking house for once." (Lip) this makes me so sad!! because I can tell Mandy actually feels for smth for him. and it's just. agh!! the silence from all three of them (Kevin's there too) is so loud. Mandy's gone tho so. she was just trying to help!!

Debbie's sexualising herself to try to fit in. those girls are such assholes what the fuck.

"Just because Karen wiped her ass with you doesn't give you the right to shit on Mandy.' Ian has a point and I'm so glad someone's actually sticking up for her

Fiona dumping the news that Molly isn't actually a girl on him and then leaving Lip to deal with the aftermath of that 😭

Sheila found out the nun that she confessed everything to posted about it on the internet 😭

this argument. holy shit. Jimmy had some good points tho ngl

Lip leaving Karen a voicemail just telling her everyone's doing great and then going "Just in case you were wondering. You selfish, ignorant, heinous piece of dog shit. Thank you for leaving and never coming back. You - We all owe you a huge fucking favour. You rock." 😭

Jimmy's gone and they still haven't found aunt ginger

HE'S FUCKING ESTEFANIA????? or well. Este's fucking him. he doesn't seem like he's enjoying this at all??

personally, if I were Mandy, I'd make Lip at least say the words 'I'm sorry' before going down there but that's just me

AW NOOOO THEY'RE CUDDLING (SORT OF) WHILE WATCHING FIREWORKS BUT MANDY'S LOOKING AT LIP INSTEAD. THE SMILE ON HER FACE OH MY GOD. WHY CAN'T SOMEONE LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT.

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!!!!! OHHHH MY GOD! MICKEY AND HIS BROTHERS? COUSINS? I CAN'T REMEMBER. R GOING TO ROB THE HOUSE WHILE IAN WAITS OUTSIDE. MICKEY RAN BACK AND KISSED IAN. WHAT THE FUCKKKK.

Ned's wife woke up while Mickey and one of the other two were trying to get the grandfather clock out of the house. and she came down the stairs with a gun. "You got shot Mickey!" (Ian) "Yes, I fucking know I got shot!" (Mickey) 😭 the amount of times the word 'fuck' was said in this scene 😭

I don't know who this woman is with the glasses and ponytail in the car but the warnings the other one gave her about the Gallagher's made laugh. 'say their names slowly and calmly' 😭

Debbie's drowning one of the girls that messed with her beforehand and I'm all for it tbh

THE WOMAN WITH THE GLASSES AND PONYTAIL IS BRITNEY STURGES FROM CPS OH NO. OH NO!!! MICKEY'S BULLET WOUND IS BEING TREATED, MOLLY IS IN A BIKINI (??) FIONA FOUND THE BONES. CPS IS HERE AT THE WORST TIME. UH OH!! DEBBIE CAME IN BRAGGING ABOUT WHAT SHE DID. OH FUCK.

Sheila dumped the nun somewhere else - outside a church I think? idk - the way she runs away made me laugh

[abigettie]

Chapter 1: TOP GUN

warnings! mentions doctors, being sick, alcohol, swearing. Let me know if I’m missing anything

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"Swan ready for take off"

"Permission granted take off lane 4 call sign :Swan proceeding" Bonnie nodded as she prepared the plane for take off she watched the people below the plane give her a nod this was her first time flying as an example for the new recruits she smiled at them and put her mask on,

"Swan taking off time is 8:47 am it's partly cloudy and basically no wind ready to see some real shit recruits" she said into the intercom laughing as she started the plane and made her way down the runway. Bonnie looked around at her surroundings for her target, it only took her a second to find it she shot at it with precision "five more to go" she whispered to her self. "Swan preparing for landing"

"Go ahead swan "

"Swan landing time is 8:59" Bonnie felt the plane hit the ground and jolt to a stop she climbed out of the cockpit and was met with applause she saluted cyclone he smiled at her and nodded his head in approval she smiled as she made her way into the base "Lt Ross" cyclone called from behind her "yes sir?" You’ve been called back to top gun" he said sternly Bonnie tuned around "but sir my father h-his condition hasn't gotten any better I can't go on a mission he can pass any day now-"

"Ross this will be your last mission before your retirement if you still want to retire"

"I'm still thinking about it but about this missio-"

"Lt your our best flyer you made a world record today rooster will be there you'll be fine"  he said walking away, Bonnie sighed as she walked into the change room ,Swan made her way into the hallway and pulled her phone out of her pocket

"Hey sweet pea how's it going"

"It's goin dad"

"What did you do today that's got you down in the dumps hunny?"

"Dad I-I have to go on a mission"

"That's great sweetheart!”

Bonnie let out a soft chuckle

"I will dad, the doctors have anymore news on what going on?"

"Sweetheart stop worrying about me and worry about your self"

"I try dad I try"

"So when your gone I'm going to throw the biggest party in your house"

"Oh god dad please don't"

"Oh I've got to let you go hunny ice man just got home and I'm going to surprise him love you bye"

The phone line went dead

"Love you too dad" Bonnie mumbled "well well well look what we have here" Bonnie turned around to see "Bradshaw is that really you?"

"In the flesh honey" he laughed walking over to her "it's been too long rooster" she chuckled pulling him in for a hug "what have you been up too swan" he asked looking into her grey eyes "between hospitals and doctors appointments not much"

"How's he doing?" Rooster asked

"Not good it's terminal" she said

"Bonnie I'm sorry why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"We never really talked about him"

"That's true, you still play the fiddle?" Bradley asked "do I still play the fiddle, of course I do" she laughed "well what are we waiting for let's go to the bar and play some music" he said dragging her out to his bronco "wait Bradley let me grab my fiddle out of my truck" she laughed running over to her truck and grabbing it out of the front seat and hopping into roosters bronco "you ready swan?"

"I was born ready rooster". Bonnie and Bradley walked into penny's bar "I'll go get us some drinks I'll meet you over near the piano okay?"

"Sounds good" rooster said walking towards the-juke box "hey penny can I get a Budweiser and a corona please?"

"Is that who I think it is" penny said leaning on the bar "yes it's Bonnie" penny laughed and handed her the beers "I'll put it on your tab" she said "thanks penny" just as the words came out her mouth the juke box stoped playing, a course of boos were heard Bonnie pushed her way through the crowd her fiddle case in one hand and two beers in the other, she placed the Budweiser on the top of the piano and the corona on a table next to it, rooster smiled at her as he started to play the info it great balls of fire Bonnie took her fiddle out quickly and stood up on the table

"You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain" rooster started

"Too much love drives a man insane" Bonnie sang

"You broke my will, girl what a thrill goodness gracious great balls of fire!"

"I laughed at love cuz I thought it was funny, but you came along and you moved me honey I changed my mind it so dis kind goodness gracious great balls of fire!"

"Kiss me baby ouu! That feels good baby hold me baby! I wanna love you like a lover should your fine your so kind I wanna tell the world that your mine mine mine mine!" Bradley looked up at Bonnie and licked his lips "I chew my nails and I twiddle my thumbs I'm getting nervous but it sure is fun! Come on baby your driving me crazy!" Swan sang rooster looking up at her admiration the whole time "Goodness gracious great balls of fire!" The whole bar cheered for rooster as he played the piano "kiss me baby ouu that fells good! Hold me baby, I wanna love you like a lover should your fine your so kind ima tell the world that your mine mine mine mine! I chew my nails and I twiddle my thumbs I'm getting nervous but it sure is fun! Come on baby your driving me crazy!"

"Goodness gracious great balls of fire!" Everyone in the bar cheered as the two finished Bonnie smiled as rooster put out a hand to help her off the table "let's go get some more to drink" he said as the two walked back over to the bar and took at seat "wanna have a competition" rooster asked "sure"

"Who ever makes a face first has to pay the tab" he said "oh it's on Rooster!", the two sat at the bar as penny placed two shots i front of them "3-2-1 go!" She said as the two took the shots and tapped the bottoms on the glasses on the table Roosters eyes started to water, swan sat there like she took a shot of water rooster finally made a face of discomfort Bonnie smiled at him "looks like your paying brad" she said laughing at his contorted face "okay darlin" he said placing the money on the counter "thanks penny see you soon!" Bonnie said standing up rooster stood up as well the two made their way out of the bar "hey Bonnie do you mind if I spend the night at your place I don't have a place to stay yet" rooster asked "of course brad you can stay anytime".

[themackenzieboydchronicles]

Mack Gets Jealous. Can he resist the temptation to Drink Again?

Mackron Fanfic.

What's wrong Mack?" asked Aaron "You've been quiet most of the day. Still worrying about Lucys dad?"

"Yes. Among other things" said Mack.

"What other things" asked Aaron.

"Francoir" said Mack.

"For God's sake he's history" said Aaron.

"Did you love him?" Mack asked.

"For Gods sake no" Aaron replied. "I only knew him a week"

"Well I knew straight away that I loved you" Mack replied.

"Well that's because you wear your heart on your sleeve" Aaron retorted giving a sigh.

"I keep imagining you and him together" said Mack.

"Please Mack don't go there" Aaron pleaded.

"I want to know every detail of what you did together" said Mack who was pacing up and down.

"Just calm down Mack" said Aaron "I'm not going there and how do you think I feel?

"What do you mean?" Mack asked.

"Well from what I've heard you tried to bed half the village" snapped Aaron. "And you expect me to just forget about that. You're a fucking hypocrite"

"You know I wouldn't have" Mack replied.

"How do I know that?" Aaron answered. "You can't say no where sex is concerned and when you're drunk you act like a prick. Why the fuck did I come back"

"If that's how you feel fuck off back to France and see if I care" answered Mackenzie leaving and slamming the door behind him"

"Mackenzie are you really sure you want to buy that bottle of whisky" said Eric as Mackenzie walked into the shop and picked up a bottle of Bells. "Seems to me you and whisky don't mix" Eric added.

"I can handle it" Mack answered throwing a twenty pond note on the counter.

"Where you going with that?" asked Naomi coming into the shop as Mack was leaving.

"As far away from here as possible" Mack replied "Come with me if you want you look fed up"

"To tell the truth I am and I could do with someone to talk to" said Naomi.

"Then I'm your man" Mack replied "Let's get out of this village"

Mack went to his car followed by Naomi.

"Where are we she? asked as Mack pulled up"

"My allotment" Mack replied.

Mack opened the shed door and they both went in

"Cosy" said Naomi as she sat on the bed.

"Drink?" Mack asked.

"No thanks and neither should you by all accounts" said Naomi. "What's with the whisky this early anyway"

"You're probably right" said Mack putting the whisky bottle down. "Had a massive row with my boyfriend"

"Tell me about it" said Naomi "I've just been dumped and to be honest Mack drinking yourself into oblivion doesn't make the problem go away. It just makes it worse"

"Youre right Naomi" said Mack "I hear you've been in a bit of trouble with Nicola. I went in the caff and she was crying her eyes out"

"It wasn't me that attacked her. I was there but didn't touch her" said Naomi.

"Well I know what it's like to be in the bad books" said Mack "Been there several times and for what it's worth I believe you"

"Thank goodness someone is on my side" said Naomi.

"Well think carefully and I'm sure you'll do the right thing" said Mack.

"So this is where you are hiding" said Aaron coming into the shed.

"This is Naomi" said Mack who was taken aback when Aaron walked in.

"Hi. I've seen you around" said Aaron. "Is he trying to corrupt you?"

"No he's been the perfect gent" said Naomi "We just wanted to get away from the village"

"And I thought you promised Lucy you would cut your drinking down" said Aaron looking at the Whisky bottle "And don't you think I've gone through enough with Liv and the drink?"

"I'm sorry Aaron. I was so jealous of you and that French boyfriend of yours" Mack explained."I just wanted to block it out"

"How many times Mack?" said Aaron trying not to fly off the handle. "He's not my boyfriend"

"And have you got designs on Naomi now?" Aaron asked.

"No it's completely innocent. Naomi stopped me from drinking this bottle of whisky" said Mack feeling embarrased. "She made me see sense and she's having problems in the village and she needed someone to talk to"

"Well good job you ran into each other then" said Aaron "And I just needed to find you to say I'm sorry for yelling at you. But what are you doing buying whisky, don't you remember you promised Lucy you'd curb you drinking"

"I know and I hate myself but It's me that should be sorry Aaron. I've just been playing at the village idiot again" said Mack. "I can't bear the thought of you and Frenchy together. It's eating away at me"

"Look you two. I'm going to walk back to the village as I guess you have some making up to do" said Naomi.

"We sure do" said Aaron..

"Mack come here" said Aaron pulling Mack towards him "Stop torturing yourself"

"I can't handle the thought of you and him together" Mack said "I'm a wreck"

"Mack calm down" said Aaron taking Macks arm and sitting him on the bed. "Mack have no doubts it's you I love and remember you've got a lot of grovelling to do and what would they think is you smelled of Whisky. And to put your mind at rest I've sent Francoir a text saying I won't be going back to France" he said showing Mack the text.

"You're right and I'm wrong again as usual" said Mack.

"Mack when I was away I missed you like hell" Aaron explained "I was gutted when you hit the bottle"

"Oh yeah so much so you shagged someone else" said Mack

"It was my way of getting you out of my head" said Aaron "I used Francoir as a distraction like you used the whisky bottle"

"I feel I've ruined everything Aaron" said Mack lying back on the bed.

"Don't forget Mack it was Meena who caused all this" said Aaron "Don't let her win"

"You're right again" said Mack pulling Aaron on the bed with him"

"What if Naomi comes back and sees us?" Aaron asked.

"I don't give a fuck" said Mack pulling Aaron's shirt off. "I need you close to me right now"

10.09.2022.

[meili-sheep]

The Leyline!Diluc au Anon here!!! So glad you got my ask im so happy ajdbdn

But!!! I'm still here to talk about Leyline Diluc!!!

Anyways, He knows many things, ancient knowledge in a forgotten language, and the forgotten language itself

Maybe he's gotten in contact with the Leyline's memories of the Primordial one and their shades? And also lemme say this: He would absolutely know about Kaeya's secret before he was even told.

And I'd like to think, because irimisul trees mayhaps play a huge factor in a domain's existance, Diluc has a whole library domain within the Leylines itself, only he can enter it as there's no physical doors to go in, he just connects to any Leylines around and so can immediately transport himself to other domains or his own private domain

And Maybe there's like, an Entity within the leylines who's sole purpose is cataloguing the information within, and maybeee helps a much younger Diluc how to manage these abilities, I'd like to call this Entity: "Dial", Diluc would probably mistakenly call them either mom/dad on many occasions, and within the private domain where they usually hang, Time doesn't go on, Diluc can stay there for as long as he likes and come back without much difference in Tevyat's time.

Also!!! Apperantly, places like drapgonspine and the thunderbird's island in inazuma(i don't remember the name) have messed up leylines, even more so in the thunderbird island as it's replaying the same events over and over again, those places would probably give him a sensory overload and probably trigger the Entity coming out of the Leylines to asses the situation, which is of course, a sign of messed up leylines in the location

And Diluc won't get overwhelmed by info in his private domain, which is basically a huge endless library in an equally endless spire. Here, The leyline's info is instead catalogued into books, the walls or the floor platforms move up or down according to info Diluc wants or needs!

Leylines are also connected to the elements!! So Diluc being able to handle various elements at once would be so op holy shit. Maybe he can use Celestial magic and Abyss magic as well! Basically- as long as a type of magic existed at one point, even if it is limited to one being(such as the abilities of the Istaroth maybe?) as long as it existed at one point, The leylines know it and Diluc can use it

Oh my god this opens up the idea of this:

The traveler is currently just, tired of having to set up a team of certain elements to solve puzzles in their journey and so expresses these woes to Diluc, who then casually says "Well why didn't you say so? I hope Dial won't mind me resonating you with the rest of the 7 elements if you want" which prompts the Traveler to go "I'm sorry WHAT"

I have another au as well but i may send it later if i deem it good enough who knows :)))

Also: Diluc would absolutely know what happened to Childe, he would. Albeit unintentionally, he can't exactly control the amount of info the leylines flow through him, he can only control the topic but sometimes the Leylines would just give him a person's whole life story, like it did with Kaeya

And that's all I got for this ask sigjssk if i send it twice then that means I thought it got eaten, i will info dump more next time >:]]]

Please do continue to share. I honestly love the idea. Though it would just absolutely make Diluc so ridiculously op. A little balancing might help make it a little more inserting. Especially if you ever want a write it out. A really easy balance would be for him to have frequent migraines or a cost for using abilities not tied to his vision that he is just pulling for the ley line. To remind us, Diluc is just a human.

Also with Diluc and Kaeya's story, it would make their whole dynamic a lot more interesting. Same with Childe (though I imagine Childe helping through Diluc getting sensory overloads)

Ah, sorry you got my inner editor going, lolol. But I really look forwards to your other ideas!

[tum-bakery]

Yo!! I had a thought, what if Tyler wanted to go on a road trip while he was pregnant. Sort of a “last vacation before we’re dads” type thing. I just see them in the back of a pickup truck, the two of them cuddling as they look at the scenery. Vaughn’s got his hand on Tyler’s baby bump, ofc. Sorry this was so long, just needed to share it with you!!

Anon...

You cannot fathom the joy this idea has brought me. If you don't mind let me just... absolutely word vomit. (there's also some art at the very bottom for any of ya'll who DON'T want to read my brain dump.)

I could totally see these two planning one last trip before they're dads, it might have been Tyler's idea, Vaughn probably asked something along the lines of: "Is there ANYTHING you want to do before this kid is born?" and Tyler went off about how he wanted to go on a road trip again, because they did that a lot when they first met.

"We probably won't be able to do it for awhile once they're a part of this world... so..."

Of course they did it, it was a week long trip, nothing too extreme. Vaughn made sure the truck was stocked with snacks and drinks and anything they could possibly need, and Tyler planned out their route.

The image of the two of them driving together, snacking and singing along to the radio is just... such a cute one.

There's a moment where Vaughn teases Tyler and says "Man, if we had left any later I don't think you'd even fit in the truck," (a total exaggeration mind you.) and he gets a smack to the arm and a: "I'm not THAT big! Jeez."

They have to stop more often than they usually would, but they still have a great time. There's a lot of cuddling, stargazing and such. They talk about names a lot on this trip (though they don't settle on one until way later.)

I can't help but think that the first time Tyler tries to get up into the bed of their truck he has a hard time actually getting around his baby bump to do that, and needs a hand from Vaughn to hoist himself up. Vaughn gets a bit of a kick out of it, thinks it's cute.

During one of their bouts stargazing it really hits them both that wow they're really gonna be parents, huh? and they have a bit of a moment about it. They're both just kinda... shocked and happy. Vaughn is just snuggled up next to Tyler with a big stupid grin, (crying just a little) and babbling about how purely excited he is.

"I always wanted a family I just... I never expected it to actually happen you know? but you're here and you're... god Tyler we're gonna have a baby!"

Tyler never really expected he'd even have a stable boyfriend, much less to be starting a family with anyone, but just because it's unexpected doesn't mean he's any less happy.

Tyler ends up nearly passing out right there in the bed of the truck, but Vaughn nudges him awake. mentioning how his back will hate him if he crashes here, and thus they head somewhere more comfortable for the night.

All and all its just... warm and fluffy and just... so unbelievably soft.

[moved-19871997]

Well, you said you'd love to hear my thoughts in the tags and I like talking about this, hello, I was the one talking about Dan Sloss, and I'll do my best to make it coherent and shorter than the initial plan, it isnt much but ill still try

Also, the name was Jigsaw aparently, not Puzzle, cool

So, for starters, I wanna point out that Daniel's specials usually use the principle of the Chekhov's gun narrative and a method explained in Hannah Gadsby's comedy special (not sure if its in Nanette or Douglas) about tension used for comedy. I'm not any of those people and I will not elaborate, I'm sorry, you should look it up tho, really interesting

"Oh my god, did she just reference another stand-up?", yes, I get upset very easily, comedy makes it better

Something else worth mentioning is that he is the type of person that got to talk long enough to sound like a genius, he's stupid yall, dont get fooled, anyway...

Spoiling the show, Daniel learned from his dad, as a child, that family, hobbies, friends and everything is part of a jigsaw, in which the picture is your life, the center would be the goal, and our goal is love, I can't explain it properly, its a full hour of content

He's a bad person, he's relatable, he's got extreme views, and he got dumped, so he doesn't believe in love, haha loser, there's a lot we should unpack but no time, moving on

Do we remember that whole thing? Do we remember thinking he wanted to kill his ex so he didnt have to deal the awkwardness of calling it quits just to deal with what felt like our heart broke with his? Good, lets go

What kid Daniel learned from his father was that love is supposed to be the final and most important part of a jigsaw, that your soulmate would just fit and that would make you happy, but we all learned that love is perfect and if it isn't perfect its our fault, so we developed a tendency to make bad relationships work no matter what, but they dont.

Well hello there Dream, you said soulmates are... people that match perfectly with you and your personality? Interesting.

What we see here is Dream matching the logic that Daniel is skeptical of. I could make parallels or talk about how Dream's pov could be the very thing to deteriorate his relationships with his friends, but I won't. Let me tell you how adorable it is that Dream was the one to call his platonic soulmates pieces of his puzzle

The goal of a puzzle is to solve it, if people are puzzles its not anyone's job to solve/fix someone else, you are the only one who should define who you are and whats a part of you, but some puzzles, some full defined pictures, could be placed next to another one and create a wider landscape, they don't depend on each other to be fulfilled, but it just looks nice and cool

Dream calling his friends pieces of his puzzle could be read as them being so important that even if they parted ways they'd still be a part of him, but also like independent and not at all connected puzzles/people that match so well and are so easy to love and care, that they choose to be together.

Dark Humor will be just my love letter for Twitter, and the general analysis of Daniel's specials is essay-worthy but not relevant rn, so I'll stop here

So... that's my thought, I have spent a little too long thinking about it. I personally don't really like overthinking irl relationships as idk anything about them, but this one makes me happy, so who cares?

I will not read it again, so I'm sorry for any typos and I understand if you also dont read it lmao

Hope you're drinking water :)

OK HI YEAH i do rmr watching it a while back and the puzzle metaphore puts so much into perspective and just in general its such a good special and ifl a lot of what he says come from experience that a lot of people dont have yet and this acceptance that he's not the best person ever n yeah

[moony-artnstuff]

Hey hun, I'm really sorry to bother you, but I am going through it right now and need to vent rn. I hope you don't mind, I have a tendency to isolate myself when depressed, so I'm trying to avoid that and reach out to friends.

It just feels like everything is going wrong right now. I'm still living with my alcoholic brother, so it constantly feels like I'm walking on eggshells in my own house because he's a very angry drunk and I don't know what could set him off.

The boy I'm still in love with is already dating somebody else, and I'm trying to be happy for him, but I still miss him terribly.

Clara's blog got deleted.

I know I'm entering another depressive episode and I really don't want to be sad and suicidal again. My appetite is dead, which is always the first sign of depression for me, and I'm so so hungry but I can't bear to eat rn.

I'm still in a lot of pain from my Wisdom Teeth Removal because I guess the socket (the hole where my tooth came out) got dry and irritated and it hurts like hell. I can barely chew anything yet.

And, school starts on Wednesday. All my friends graduated without me, so I'll be lonely and depressed and it's just going to be awful.

I'm sorry for dumping my brain on you, but I need a friend right now and I don't have any irl. Sorry hun, I hope you're doing better than I am. Love you

Hi sweetheart, don't worry, you are not bothering me. It's very good that you're reaching out to friends and I'm happy to be here for you.

God the whole situation with your brother sucks, especially because you're parents won't talk about it with you. Can you talk about it with your other siblings? Do you know if he will move out somewhere in the near future? Is moving out a possible option for you? Having to walk on eggshells in your own house is terrible, I always feel like I have to do it when my dad is out of his office-room and in a bad mood (which is often). Usually I will retreat to my room, kind of like a safe space. Is that something you can do?

Heartache is never easy. I've never experienced it though, so I don't think I can give you any helpful advice or tips on how to cope. I'd be more than happy to offer a listening ear though, if you'd like to talk about him.

I just checked it and you're right, Clara's blog got deleted! Do you know when and why this happened? I hope she can create a new blog soon, she was always so kind and the two of you are so close! I can imagine you must miss her, how did you find out her blog got deleted?

Ai, wisdom teeth removal, I remember when I had mine (I had to go back three times because the wound kept getting infected). The doctors told me not to flush with water (although my friend did it anyway and she didn't have any complains), but maybe it will help with the dryness? Not being able to chew anything suck, because it takes away a lot of food options. Will you be able to go to school though if your wisdom teeth removal still hurts so bad?

God I wish we shared online classes, it would be a lot more fun that way. I feel so bad for you (not in a condescending way!) because I know you worked really hard in order to graduate this year so I can imagine this must be horrible. Please understand that it's not your fault and that the reason you didn't graduate is not because you're lacking in intelligence or anything the like. You have such an amazing mind and it's a shame your school is keeping you down like this. Will you be able to keep in contact with your friends outside of school?

It's good that you noticed you're entering a depressive cycle again, as terrifying as it is. I'm sure you already know this, but food is so important for you. Remember that eating just a little bit is always better than nothing.

I love you so much. You're not a bother to me and I want to be here for you. Please take good care of yourself, I wish I was there with you so I could be of more help, but that's sadly not the case. I really hope things will become better soon.

[soft-sunflower]

Flower of Evil Thoughts- Episode 13

I think for Episode 13's post, I'm not going recap the whole thing. I'm just going to talk about some keypoints throughout the episode that really stuck with me as these posts are taking up too much time to write and gather caps for. I hope you understand.

Alright, so... we are starting off Episode 13 showing us a bit of Heeseong's past. And it would seem that from the time he was a kid, he was a pretty mentally screwed up individual. Such as throwing bricks off the roof and killing a dog. And I don't buy for one moment, one MOMENT that he "can't remember" and that he's stressed over school and depressed. That's just an excuse. Like I said. He walks out of the counselor's room, smirks and brushes off his fake crocodile tears. He uses that to get people to feel pity for him.

And would you look at that. There's Hyunsoo and his creepy dad sitting there at the psychiatric center. Do Minseok calls Heeseong out there asking if he knows why he did that. "Yes. It was because of teenage depression caused by academic stress." LOL No it wasn't. That sounds like such a fake, rehearsed line to get people to feel sorry for you. Anybody who pays close enough attention to you, or is just like you *cough*DoMinseok*cough*

"You've never met someone like you. You don't know how to play. You must've been lonely while doing it."

Oh my GOD you creeptastic man! We don't mold and groom people to turn into serial killers and be buddied up while doing it, regardless of how *like you* this kid might be. Well, at least now we know how Heeseong became Do Minseok's accomplice and prodigy. Ughhh ewww... that whole scene actually gave me chills.

Okay, so back to where we left off last episode. You know, just Heeseong and his father casually dumping Soon Young's body into the trunk of their car and finding out Hyunsoo and is wife are there at the house. Hyunsoo and Jiwon have arrived at the place they weren't planning to arrive, surprise! Or is it... trash mom looks a little nervewracked over the fact that they're just randomly showing up there. She keeps peeking and checking corners to make sure Heeseong isn't within eyeshot. It's not like a murder was just committed in the middle of the hallway of her house after all. She tries to pull the "I'm feeling tired. I'd like for you to come back tomorrow."

Jiwon interrupts with "I know everything." Uh oh...

So they're in, they're sitting down. Trash mom is all agitated again.

"What do you know and how much do you know?" her fidgety ass gets on my nerves.

Without missing a beat, Jiwon looks her dead in the eye.

"What are you hiding and how much are you hiding?" Girl YASSSSS.

And then they start pulling the whole "you know who your husband really is, and so you'll just accept that?"

"First of all, I want you to know, that I'm on his side no matter what happens."

Damn right she is. That's her man. Whether his name is Do Hyunsoo or Baek Heeseong, that her is MAN and she's got his back. She loves him and she will support him, regardless of what happens because that's what a strong wife does.

So trash dad says there are many things the 4 of them could talk about it.

"There's not only four of us. There's one more person this house, right? Where is he?" LOL GIRRRRRRRLLLLL. I REALLY love her. My badass female lead. She's not wasting ANY time.  And they sure did not waste any time in showing Heeseong hooked up and supposedly in that coma. Claiming he could die at any moment. Oh, please. You can't keep this a secret forever.

"We revealed all the secrets we have." LMAO NO YOU HAVE NOT. LYING SACKS A SHIT.

The way Jiwon and Hyunsoo are looking at each other, they BOTH know something is up and that something is not right.

Ohhh, Hyunsoo, you're brave but playing a VERY dangerous game here. I had a feeling that SOMEHOW this trap he set to catch Yeom Sangchul was going to backfire. But Hyunsoo is right. The person who made a deal with Yeom Sangchul to kill him, the person who offered double the amount of money, the ONLY person who knew he'd struck a deal with Yeom Sangchul that night, who knew the exact amount of money he paid Yeom Sangchul was trash dad,  Baek Manwoo. He also wanted him to kill Park Kyung Choon and was going to pay him to leave quietly. All signs point to there's some seriously shady business going on with Baek Manwoo, and I think Jiwon knows this, no matter how much he and his wife try and play up the innocent act.

"I believe I underestimated you." Well, they definitely handled that well.

"Hyunsoo, it's not me." Thing is, trash dad isn't lying. He's not the accomplice for the murders, but he knows who is and him trying to fake both Hyunsoo and Jiwon out is very obvious. If only they knew that Heeseong is not in a coma.

Oh look, the lights just conveniently go out... and here's how we find out that Yeom Sangchul did not go to the summer house. Because Heeseong tells him not to. This guy is really really smart. He's so smart, he's cunning and having that kind of person for a serial killer is rather terrifying if you ask me.

"Something is off. Something doesn't feel right, but I can't figure out what that is."

Jiwon, you're so close... You KNOW something isn't right and I think Hyunsoo can feel it too.

Also, HYUNSOO DO NOT TOUCH ANYTHING IN THAT BASKET. DAMMIT. This is going to be how they frame him for the housemaid's murder. I just know it. He's literally handling everything in that basket and getting his fingerprints all over it. They plotted the whole thing with the lights going out, the candles, the mother dropping the basket of items with a tape roll in it.

They had to figure out how they were going to frame Hyunsoo, and this was too perfect. They are so ahead of the game that it's terrifying, and Heeseong is loving it because it really IS all just a game to him. He's a really scary and creepy character. His calculations are spot on with everything. I'm curious how this is going to turn out when Hyunsoo and Jiwon find out Heeseong is alive and out of his coma and he's the one doing this. I really can't get a read on Gong Mija... is she doing this because she fears for her life hence her almost seemingly reluctance? Or is she doing this because Heeseong's her son? I mean she tried to kill him twice now, so...

"Hyunsoo, I've always thought of you as family. That much I was sincere about."

Is she being serious right now? I mean here she is helping frame him for a murder he didn't commit, but is she also cooperating with Heeseong because she doesn't want her son to kill her on one of his crazy rampages? I think she's afraid of her son and fears for her life, but that she actually does care for Hyunsoo because she knows Hyunsoo is not a monster of a man that everyone has spent years making him out to be? I don't know. It's so strange... she's hard to get a read on.

"No matter what you thought of me, I have never wondered what you sincerely felt, not even once."

What does he mean by saying this? That he doesn't really care what she felt? That maybe he actually knows she's always cared for him? Or that maybe she's never given him a reason to wonder about what she sincerely felt in regards to him? The way she's watching him though as he places everything back into the basket she dropped, particularly when he grabs the roll of tape, is unsettling... I really don't get her. Why would she say that? Is she on his side and is just being used by her son and husband? Or is she on her family's side and enjoying plotting against Hyunsoo, tricking him and then framing him for murder? I can't figure her out yet... she's too back and forth and very inconsistent.

Wow... they're very thorough with framing Hyunsoo for this murder. To the point he's pulling hairs out and putting them in their car. More evidence for the police to find that Hyunsoo is the murderer. Heeseong is one formidable foe. He looks far too amused while sprinkling her hair everywhere. As they say in kdrama, AISH!!!

Alright, who's smoking cigarettes and watching Haesoo...? Is there someone else we don't know about?? Does she have a target on her back too? Can we think at all of who smokes in this drama? Has there been anything suggesting a character like that? Also, the person's handprint is on the window. I would think Haesoo would want to tell the cops this...?

You know, I'm with Jiwon on this. I really wish Hyunsoo would stop getting himself involved, but it's almost like he can't help himself. I mean I can't really blame him. Being pushed into almost committing murder (Park Kyung Choon), being told to leave quietly, having a hit put on his life, his wife finding out who he really is, almost having to leave his entire life and family behind and spending the rest of his life on the run? That's a lot for one man to deal with, but if he'd stop getting himself involved, maybe things wouldn't go so far south. Oh who am I kidding. This is kdrama.

And god love him, he's scared to the core for the safety of his family. The very idea that someone like that could exist in his life makes him sick, and the fact that they could reach Jiwon and Eunha terrifies him. This is definitely one of the WORST times he could've picked to discover he has emotions. I feel so sorry for him right now, because  he's doing what every loving father and husband would around the world. He's wanting to protect his family. And I love how Jiwon tells him that they're stronger than that serial killer. I love how they smile at each other, that seems to give him confidence. that she covers his trembling hand with hers to comfort him. Jiwon is so amazingly strong. I just love her. I can't stop loving this incredible character. I may even love her as equally as I love Hyunsoo.

JEONG MISOOK IS ALIVE AND I KNEW IT. I KNEW IT. I CALLED IT!!! I called it from the VERY START of them saying they never found her body and that she is still missing. Kdrama rules. If the body is missing, it likely means that person is alive somewhere. But still I KNEW she wasn't dead. It was a feeling I had since before Park Kyung Choon tried to kill Hyunsoo. It would seem she has no memory of anything. She didn't even know her own name, so it makes me wonder just what happened to this woman?? Hmmm... and how is Sangchul going to use her for insurance? Insurance of what? Is he going to go up against Heeseong now and use Jeong Misook being alive to his advantage? This is definitely interesting.

It's 2:31am and Hyunsoo is getting a call that's waking him. I think that's me every time someone wakes me up haha. That's a pretty late time in the night to be calling anyone though. Annnnd it's Heeseong. That much is obvious. He starts mentioning Jiwon and Eunha claiming he's a fan, but it's more than obvious by the total creep factor of his voice that he indirectly threatening Hyunsoo's family. And Hyunsoo knows this. He can feel it. And the anxiety and fear in him is high now. His family has a target on their backs.

What does he do? Search up the location of the phone number and leaves... oh NO. DO NOT leave the house!!! This is the perfect opportunity they have to continue to frame you for murder. They will use the "You left the house for awhile last night, so where were you?" Hyunsoo, I admire your fierce determination to protect your family and to continue to put together pieces of the puzzle, but this is REALLY REALLY bad... and OOHHHH there's a dash cam on someone's car!!! I mean I get that they're on vacation, but please tell me that dash cam might come into play??

Inside the payphone box written on the wall is

"Hide and seek. I can see you, but you cannot see me." And we know Heeseong wrote that specifically for Hyunsoo. He knew that Hyunsoo would come to that pay phone trying to find him. He's having far too much fun with this. It's nervewracking how calculating he is.

And naturally, people cleaning up the woods would find the body. Of course. Hyunsoo left the house, went to the pay phone and that body is likely buried very close to where he was at. And poor Hyunsoo. He's so stressed out and nervous about the indrectly threatening phone call he received, that while he's pouring breakfast smoothies he made for his family, he doesn't realize he's spilling it out all over the table. Instead, he keeps repeating the sound of the voice from last night's call and comparing it to the accomplice's voice in the threatening message he sent years ago. He knows they're the same.

Jiwon asks if her hubby is okay because he's thinking so hard about something he's spilling smoothie everywhere. Then sweet little Eunha comes running with a hairclip for her daddy to put in her hair for her. Makes me wonder how often he's went shopping with Eunha, picked out little hair clips and things for her as well as do her hair for her in the mornings before school? It's such a sweet thing between father and daughter. But ohhhh, Eunha. Why do kids have such big mouths? Lol He left early this morning and she saw? Ohhhh noooo... Busted. Jiwon knows you left. And saved by the bell. Or rather, the phone ringing. It's not like he can just start telling his family right there in front of the both of them that he received a passive aggressive call last night indirectly threatening their lives.

Eunha's little "Fighting, mom!" Was soooo cute as Jiwon rushes off to work.

I love how protective Hyunsoo is over his precious little girl.

"Eunha, look at daddy. Did you talk to a stranger recently?" "No." "You didn't think first." "Hmmm? No." "Never go anywhere with a stranger. What are the rules?" "I will not go anywhere with a stranger. An adult doesn't ask a kid for help. Mom, Dad or Grandma would never ask someone else to come pick up Eunha."

Look at their big smiles. I love how holds her face in his hands and tells her she did well.

Awww baby girl is hungry! How is she SO CUTE!?

"Dad! My stomach gurgled! Did you hear that?" And when he puts his ear up against Eunha's belly. Goodness my heart melted but then cracked at the same time. I'm so scared for this little family. I'm scared to death for Eunha... she's so precious and innocent. Heeseong worked for human traffickers that also kidnapped and sold off children. I'm so afraid for her. I'm so scared something is going to happen to her.

Alright, so the thumbnail is missing on Soon Young's body again. What is it about Heeseong's obsession with fingernails?? He collects the ones on the left hand from his victims while also biting off his own on his left hand. Is this just how he commemorates the killings of his victims? By collecting their nails? Ughhh GOD he is just so GROSS.

Noona is back at Hyunsoo's shop and confirms to Hyunsoo that the accomplice can't be Baek Manwoo because during the time that he was meeting up with them, someone was watching her. Hyunsoo tells Haesoo about the strange call he received in the middle of the night. Thank GOD she knows this!! This is actually really important, I feel. I'm almost hoping that Haesoo contacts Jiwon to tell her about this after everything goes down. I don't like that Hyunsoo is keeping this a secret from Jiwon. I get why, but I wish he'd tell her. I feel like this is really important. And now Moojin is telling them about the body being found and that it was missing a thumbnail, because neither had any clue about anyone being murdered.

The fact that they found her notebook and her notes inside shows the direct connection she had with the murderer. Jiwon looks unsettled as she's reading the notes and wondering who she'd be referring to when she says "If you do this again, I'll tell madam and Director Baek." And of COURSE the body would be found in Makmun-dong... the same location Hyunsoo was at last night when he was checking where the phone call he received had come from. UGH! The Baeks had this too well planned. How frustrating...

And now that they have identified the body, Sunbae is informing Jiwon that it's her in-law's housemaid. Jiwon thinks back to last night on their drive home when Hyunsoo states he needs to meet with the housemaid. She knows something isn't right and rushes out stating she has something to confirm urgently.

I'm really trying to understand Heeseong's obsession with Hyunsoo. Why is he so obsessed with him? Does it have to do with the fact he's Do Minseok's son? Is there something he has planned in regards to him?

Moojin says something here that I feel is really important.

"Serial killers can't contain their urge to kill. Perhaps it was because they were in a situation where they couldn't do anything for the last 18 years."

He's right. Heeseong was in a coma. That's why he couldn't do anything. That's why the serial killings stopped. I'm sure he worked behind the scenes for awhile with the human trafficking ring, but the night he hit Hyunsoo with the car and tried to bury him alive? That's when everything stopped. His family even went to so far as to lie and state he left the country and was studying abroad. I mean really now.

Awww, Hyunsoo doesn't want his sister being alone and very unsafe and exposed, so he tells her that she needs to stay with Moojin. I'm not really a fan of their pairing, but I do love the fact that Hyunsoo is entrusting her safety to someone. Honestly, I'd rather it be Moojin because there's nobody else out there he can ask or trust to care for her and keep her safe. He makes Moojin promise him that he won't leave Noona alone and that he'll keep her safe.

Hyunsoo, Yeom Sangchul is not someone you can use so easily to get close to the accomplice, especially now that Sangchul has his own ideas and isn't so willing to cooperate with Heeseong now.

I'm really wondering what plans Sangchul has for Jeong Misook. He's not sympathetic over her having it rough. He's gonna get paid? How? Obviously he knows that Baek Heeseong is the accomplice and a serial killer, but since he failed to kill Misook, what are his plans to use this to his advantage? I have to do more thinking on this. If you guys have any ideas of what you think he's going to do, please tell me so we can plot and speculate.

Okay, so Jiwon is fingerprinting her husband and comparing the fingerprints. I'm not so sure she willingly believes that her husband went out in the middle of the night and committed a murder on Soon Young. I think Jiwon knows something is definitely up, because she knows Hyunsoo wouldn't just suddenly at the drop of a hat decide to randomly commit a murder after everything they've been through and after revealing his whole life to her. He had plenty of opportunities where he could have committed murder, but the very idea of it sickens him. He expressed that much on their drive home from the Baek's.

Heeseong continues to disturb the hell out of me more and more. He might love and worship his mother, but I get the feeling that if she made one wrong move, he wouldn't hesitate to murder her ass too. And I think the mother is terrified of her son so she's trying to be careful not to make the wrong move. She doesn't want to set off her serial killer son after all. And just like I said, I KNEW they were going to use Hyunsoo picking up all those items, especially the roll of tape, to their advantage. I knew she was in on setting this trap for him. And she seems almost guilty that she did that, after remembering Hyunsoo gently pulling a string of fuzz out of her hair.

Hyunsoo is calling Yeom Sangchul from the burner phone... And who answers? Well SHIT now. Hyunsoo knows that Jeong Mi Sook is alive!!! And I also feel like this is VERY important and needs to be paid close attention to.

Jiwon enters the shop and starts questioning where Hyunsoo was at. Was it Makmun-dong? So Jiwon tells him who's body they found, and that she was in charge of taking care of a person who's in a coma and that she was the Baek's housemaid? She tells him the fingerprints on the tape turned out to be his, all the while shedding tears.

At first I thought, Jiwon are you kidding me? You're a DETECTIVE. You KNOW where the two of you were last night. You KNOW that your husband disappeared from your side very briefly to help "mother" gather up items she dropped everywhere. You KNOW what kind of man your husband is so WHY are you suspecting him of murder now!? This is NOT your style, this is VERY inconsistent of your character, as well as your claim of "no matter what happens, I'll stand beside him." Those were my first thoughts upon all of this when she tells him he's a murder suspect and she's arresting him without a warrant.

Also, I knew the mother would tell the police that she suspects Do Hyunsoo murdered the housemaid. This whole entire thing orchestrated between the 3 Baeks was too well thought out and too well done. Now the entire police force believes him to be a true murderer and that he's guilty. My stomach just twisted. Sunbae just told all of them that Hyunsoo is Jiwon's husband... oh god...

CAN PEOPLE FOR REAL STOP FRAMING HYUNSOO FOR LIKE FIVE FUCKING MINUTES!? OMG!!! It's unbelievingly frustrating!!!!

Anyway, I don't think Jiwon is suspecting her husband of murder. I think she starts to cry because she knows that he's being framed. She also knows that police are going to find out and will be showing up to arrest him as a murder suspect, so she wants to arrest him first. She even tells him that they will make sure he does not get punished for what he didn't do. Jiwon knows that her husband did not murder that woman and that he's been framed. Jiwon is doing this protect him. She's wanting to take him to the police station because honestly he would be safest there while giving his statement as well, but she is not telling her husband this, because she herself wants to get to the bottom of who's framing him once again. That's what I truly believe. Jiwon has her own agenda, and it makes it hard because she and Hyunsoo are not on the same page.

Hyunsoo seems legit heartbroken that his wife believes him to be a murder suspect. So much to the point that he sees the image of his father, has a flashback to his father telling him this.

"Love can be very cunning. It is very sly. It makes you think you can solve everything, but in the end, it betrays you. Hyunsoo, listen to me carefully. When you feel the urge to trust somebody one day, it means you're becoming weak."

Okay, yes, he is distraught by this. He's genuinely hurt because he thinks Jiwon doesn't believe him. That Jiwon doesn't trust him anymore, so much so that it crushes him and makes him see his father once more telling him this. Jiwon gives him that look because she remembers him "seeing" things before that wasn't there. The fact that his wife would believe for even a moment that  he could be capable of killing anyone has sent Hyunsoo's mental health on a bad decline once again, and I am so worried for him...

"Tell me something. Do you believe me?"

Jiwon can only say "What?" Because I don't think she realizes what's happening to her husband's mental stability right now thanks to her.

"Or deep down inside, do you believe that I really could have killed her?" He tearfully tells her "If you don't even believe me, then who else in the world would believe me?"

And now, here's where I believe Hyunsoo shuts of those emotions long enough to put his own agenda into play. He's not going to trust anyone anymore, because all it's been doing is getting him hurt, getting people out wanting to kill him, putting his family's lives in danger, and even making his wife not believe in him. Like hell he's going to that police station when the lives of his family are in danger and he knows it. I'm pretty sure I know what Hyunsoo is doing. For this moment, he's throwing away love.

It suggests as much from the preview for Ep 14, but it appears to me that he's setting his own trap.

For one, I will say, he's definitely heartbroken over the fact (at least through Hyunsoo's eyes) that his own wife seemingly does not believe nor trust that he did not kill Park Soon Young, so I can understand his hurt here. I think my heart ached for him too. However, I fully believe that the CCTV was a set up, as well as him "attacking" his wife and holding a blade to her throat. That was a set up too.I believe he was trying to show hostility toward his wife to better her chances and give the accomplice less of a reason to want to go after her. Also, back when he attacked Moojin, he had no CCTV set up in his shop at that point in time, because why would he? It's his OWN shop. There's literally zero reason to have a CCTV in there, especially when he never did before. His shop is right below his house. At least I don’t recall ever seeing one in there til this episode. All he did was lock the doors and close the blinds. There was no unplugging cameras at all.

He points Jiwon toward the monitor and he's turning this into a "hostage" situation because now he's been framed, yet again, for ANOTHER murder he didn't commit, and he knows that that accomplice knows about his family. He knows that the strange call he received at 2:31am was from the accomplice and that his family is ultimately in danger and being targeted. He's creating a hostage situation and is going to do his best to get Jiwon and Eunha somewhere safe. I fully and 100% believe this, because that's Hyunsoo's style and because of the preview for the episode. Like him telling his wife in a very gentle voice "We'll see each other again. Don't look at me like I'm going off to die. Wish me luck instead." Also, they're running off together hand in hand. Jiwon doesn't look like she fears for her life.

It would seem like cheap writing for her to just suddenly start randomly suspecting her husband of murder. It's not Jiwon't style and it's horribly inconsistent to her character up til now. I think both Hyunsoo and Jiwon have their own agendas because Hyunsoo kept the secret of the phone call from Jiwon, and Jiwon knows that someone is trying to have him killed, namely the Baeks. Hyunsoo is using the logical side of himself rather than reacting through the emotional side, because emotions CAN make you weak and now he needs to be as calculating in this game as Heeseong does. Now it's his turn to play Hide and Seek while finding out that Heeseong is the accomplice.

My heart is pumping now and I cannot WAIT til next week!!! It's going to be a very long, agonizing wait, these next 5 days.

[cruciferousjex]

The Attendant Five:

Make The Bad Thing Good

"Look, I don't have the temperament for...for whatever the fuck this is, " Glimmer said. She paced back and forth before the couch where Catra sat, hugging her arms around herself, still in her bloody clothes despite Hordak following her about with a folded nightgown, desperately urging her to take it.

He had reacted badly to the blood. He was still at his post outside the dining room door when Prime finally dismissed them, after a hours of grilling about Etheria and the weapon it contained. Hordak straightened on seeing the girls exhausted and covered in blood, his green eyes going wide. He took Glimmer by the shoulders and turned her, looking for the wound. 

"It's okay," Glimmer said tiredly. "It's not my blood."

He glanced conceredly at Catra.

"Not hers either."

He looked back and forth between them. Something flickered in his expression. His eyes narrowed. He glanced back inside the dining room as if to hold someone accountable for this offense to his charges, but the dining room was empty. He returned to the girls,  placed his hands protectively on their upper backs, and gently urged them back towards their rooms, dead eyeing any clone who passed them in the halls. As soon as they got there he retrieved fresh clothes for them, which Catra opted for, but Glimmer was too much of a nervous wreck to do anything but pace.

Catra lay on the couch, wearing the simple white nightgown Hordak had handed her, sipping tea as she watched Glimmer traverse the living room, Hordak following her with a nightgown. 

"How are you so calm!?" Glimmer snapped at Catra.

"Look Sparkles, nobody just 'has' the temperament for this. Especially not you. You're a Princess, of course you don't understand anything about rulers."

"The fuck this that supposed to mean?"

"That means if you ARE the ruler you never have to learn to work a ruler."

"Oh, because you learned to work Hordak, is that it?"

"Pretty much," Catra said, drinking her tea.

Glimmer glanced at Hordak, who at this point was wide-eyed and limp eared with concern, practically begging her to take the nightgown. She turned to Catra with a look of quiet horror.

"Catra...was...was Hordak like that?"

His ear flicked slightly at the name.

"No," Catra said. "No, Hordak was...I mean he could get angry and violent, but he wasn't like...twisted." She looked at him. "He was actually kind of pathetic. All he cared about was trying to buy his way home."

"By using Etheria as payment? How is that not twisted?"

"I meant in the sense that he never forced me to eat a bowl of myself or walk around with my tit out."

Glimmer frowned. "Well that's...something. I guess." She turned to Hordak and took the nightgown. The relief on his face was palpable. "Why would you ever want to come back here?" she asked him.

Hordak quirked his head at her, not understanding the question.

"I mean...when something is all you know,  it's all you know. Even if it's bad," Catra said, looking down into her teacup. "It's like you have to make the bad thing good. You have to make the bad thing good or ...or you'll die, or something."

Glimmer 's brow furrowed. "What are you talking about? There's nothing good to be made from Prime. What did he think he was going to change?"

Catra didn't reply at first. She sighed.

"Sparkles...Glimmer...your mom loved you, right?"

Glimmer seemed taken aback. "Yeah? Of course she did. Everyone's mom loves them."

Catra laughed grimly. 

"What?" 

"Okay first of all, no, not everyone's mom loves them. Some moms are fucked up. Some dads are fucked up. Sometimes parents have their own fucking goals and you aren't one of them. But like… that doesn't matter when you're the kid, you know?"

"I don't."

"Even if they're fucked up you still...love them.  And like...you want them to love you. More than anything. More than like...breathing. Even if you don't like them, even if you HATE them, you literally feel like you'll die if they don't love you, like there's a huge…hole...in you...and you'll do anything…." Catra's voice broke. She grimaced. "You'll do anything you think you have to do. For Hordak, that was take over Etheria." She sighed. "At least I think that was what was going on with him."

Glimmer considered this. 

"Is that...is that also what was going on with you?" Glimmer asked softly.

Catra's mouth made a tight line. She gazed into her tea.

"Go get changed,  Sparkles. Take a bath or something." She turned to Hordak. "Attendant, draw a bath for the queen."

He leapt into action, seemingly overjoyed to be put to work.

"Catra-"

"Look how happy he is," Catra chuckled. "He's drawing the living fuck out of that bath. Go. You'll hurt his feelings."

Glimmer frowned. 

"Go!" Catra said. "I can't watch you freak the fuck out anymore, okay? Go calm your royal nerves."

Glimmer gave an exasperated sigh and followed Hordak.

"Careful he doesn't make you absolutely squeal," Catra called after her.

Glimmer shuddered and made a big show of pretending to vomit. Catra laughed.

"I'm absolutely horking chunks," Glimmer said. "Prime's so gross."

"He's so fucking gross," Catra agreed. 

***

While Glimmer bathed, Hordak joined Catra in the living room and carefully folded their bloodied clothes, then dumped them in what she assumed was some sort of hamper. His eyes narrowed as he did this. Mouth made an even straighter line than usual.

"You're… you're pissed off, aren't you?" Catra asked softly as he refilled her tea. "I know that look."

Hordak did not reply. He stood next to the couch with his hands clasped behind his back, servant like, at the ready. 

"Sit down," Catra said. 

He made to sit on the floor.

"On the couch, dipshit," Catra said. "God, we were taking over Etheria together and now you don't even know how to sit on a couch. Remember building all those cool robots? Coming up with all that...stuff? You used to really love being in your lab tinkering with things. You called it your Sanctum." She took a sip of tea. "Fucking nerd. Now look at you. All of that...all of this...for him? For that guy, Hordak? He doesn't love you, he was never gonna love you, and now you're-"

Hordak watched and listened patiently, green eyed, expressionless.

An ache rose up in her.

"Whatever, " she muttered into her teacup. "You made your bed. This was what you wanted, right?" Her breath caught in her throat. Her eyes burned. "Bet you thought winning would be different, huh? You thought Prime would hug you and spin you around? Tell you you're a good boy?"

He tilted his head. Blinked.

"I'm sorry he did this to you, " Catra said, sniffing. "You were a real piece of shit, but…." 

Hordak took a napkin from the tea tray and handed it to her. 

"What's this for?"

He pointed to her cheek. It was wet.

"Aw. Aw fuck," Catra said, dabbing at her cheek. "I know I'm not crying over you."

He stared at her.

"I wish you'd talk," Catra whispered.

Hordak frowned, and with much effort, said, "Good...boy."

"Yes," Catra said. "Yes, you're a good boy."

And he smiled, as though that were all he needed to hear.

***

After Glimmer's bath Catra had one, then Hordak herded them into the bedroom like a sheepdog. 

"Oh is it bedtime? Is this like, enforced bedtime?" Glimmer asked. "What are you my mom?" 

"I could go for some enforced bedtime, I'm exhausted," Catra said. "One bed. Thanks Prime, you sicko weirdo fuck." She frowned at it. "Though to be fair it's huge."

"Prime sized," Glimmer muttered.

"He wishes," Catra said.

"He clearly does and it scares the shit out of me," Glimmer said. 

There was a knock on the door. The girls froze. Hordak's eyes narrowed with the same anger Catra had seen while he folded their bloody clothes.

"What the hell does he want now?" Catra asked. "It's the middle of the night."

Hordak went to answer the door. Catra and Glimmer remained in the bedroom listening.

"Prime requests the presence of the Queen and her Lady," said a clone.

There was silence for a long moment. Glimmer and Catra exchanged worried looks.

"Sleeping," Hordak finally said, as though it was difficult for him to find the word.

"Prime requests the presence of the Queen and her Lady," the clone repeated.

"Asleep," Hordak said. "Sleeping."

Catra peeked around the door frame. The clone tilted his head, peering at Hordak.

"Prime. Requests the presence. Of the Queen. And her Lady," the clone insisted, slowly, as though Hordak were too stupid to understand him. 

Hordak lifted his chin.

"Sleepy," he said, crossing his arms. "Sleepy girls."

The clone frowned. There was a tense standoff, which ended when Hordak simply took a step back and allowed the door to slide shut between them. 

Catra and Glimmer gave big sighs of relief. Hordak joined them in the bedroom, glancing back at the door as he walked.  

"Thank you, Hordak," Glimmer said. "Good boy." 

He smiled.

"Are you going to get in trouble for that?" Catra asked him.

"Oh no," Glimmer said. "Oh god, do you think-"

"I don't know. I mean I'm pretty sure he just disobeyed a direct order." Catra's eyes widened. "Holy shit, Hordak. How did you-"

She stopped talking when Hordak slowly raised his arms and placed his hands on top of each of their heads. He looked at them both in turn, as though trying to impart something, but what that was wasn't clear. 

"Sleepy girls," he finally said. "Sleep."

And with that he left the bedroom. 

When they awoke the next morning he was sat in a chair facing the door, standing guard. There had not been another clone messenger knocking in the night. Prime had chosen to leave them alone.  

"Was he here guarding us like this the whole night?" Glimmer asked.

"Looks like it. Good morning, Hordak," Catra said. 

He did not turn, but he did glance back. His ear gave a slight flick.

"Did you see that?" Glimmer asked. "He's starting to think that's his name."

"It is his name," Catra replied.

"Yeah," Glimmer said. "Yeah he gets to keep his name. Attendant!"

He turned and rose from the chair. 

"Stay seated," she commanded. She walked over to him and paused before him with a royal gravity. He looked up at her with wide eyes,  as though she truly was his queen. 

She held her palm vertically before him, touching one shoulder with the side of her hand, then the other.

"I dub thee Hordak," she said. "Rise."