#ohh blanche ;-;

[hecatesbroom]

Blanche's grandma's place is the only place she felt consistently loved in... no I'm fine. I'm fine

[the-eclectic-wonderer]

Oh my god oh my god. Are they gonna make Dorothy sing?? Thank you Lord for your gifts I'm so happy I could burst

[rainydayathogwarts]

Ron weasley - Opposite teams

Summary: You play a match against your boyfriend, who's a very sore loser. wc: 2k

Seeing him on the pitch shouldn't have had such an effect on you, especially considering you were playing for the opposite team. The gear looked good on him, and confidence was beaming off his skin, but you were one of the best chasers at Hogwarts, priding yourself on how rarely you missed a shot. "Pull yourself together Y/N!" Flint yelled at your frozen form, still in shock of what had happened. It was all because Ron had flashed you that stupidly gorgeous smile when you were about to score that you hesitated - hesitated enough for him to read your body language and predict your next move, easily catching the quaffle when you threw it. Even your boyfriend had been surprised, well aware of how good you played from years of watching you on the field.

"Wow! It seems as though L/N is too charmed by her boyfriend to get a good shot, this is a new one folks!" Begins Lee, rousing up those in the bleachers. "And it looks like Slytherin Captain Flint is calling for a time out! Good choice I'd say!" It was already embarrassing enough that the entire school knew the time out was being called because you were too hot and bothered by your boyfriend, but your face flushed a dark red the second the Slytherin team turned to look at you in disappointment. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I don't know what got into me, he's just so- I can't be the primary shooter I'm sorry!" The entire team looked back at you as you rambled and you felt your face get impossibly warmer realising you were gushing about your boyfriend to six teenage boys. "I'm sorry." You muttered.

"Y/N's right," Starts Flint again, "She shouldn't be the primary shooter for this game..." His voice trails off and your gaze drifting to where to Gryffindor team stands. You can see them laughing for a moment, and Harry pats Ron on the back - the reason you missed literally couldn't have been more obvious and they were having a field day about it. "Got it Y/N?" Your head snaps back to Flint, looking at you with raised eyebrows. Your face goes blank, your mouth opening as though to say 'what' but nothing comes out. "You'll switch places with Nott as secondary." Malfoy says quietly to you, and you perk up "Yes, got it!" Flint doesn't look convinced, but calls time out to be over anyway, and everyone gets back on their brooms.

"Stay focused or I'll knock your boyfriend off his broom!" The remark is clearly aimed at you, but is loud enough for both teams to hear and you glance at Ron, whose face has blanched at the comment. You turn away from him, trying not to smile, and the whistle blows. Nott scores time after time after time, and you can see your boyfriend's confidence decreasing while his anger increases. Nott passes you, high-fiving you on the way back to his post. "Good strategy change by the Slytherin team, it seems that they're back - OHH AND MALFOY CATCHES THE SNITCH, GAME OVER EVERYONE!" You're relieved to be off your broom when the game end and you sigh deeply, rolling your head in a circle to try and stretch a kink in your neck out.

You finally join your team, earning pats on the back by them, and teasing comments "Well he's not gonna be happy about that one." and "Good luck getting laid tonight." The comments follow you all the way back to your dorm since Pansy walks with you back to the common room. "I don't even know how that happened though! You never miss! Like you can't be so attracted to someone that, well that happens. He's going to be in such a prissy mood, good luck with that."

The party in the common room is in full blow when you finish showering and getting dressed. You're clad in a tight black mini-skirt with a red crop top, something your boyfriend will hopefully appreciate. "I see what you're doing." You're interrupted by Draco, who eyes your outfit once before handing you a drink. "I think you underestimate just how capable I am of getting my boyfriend in bed, Malfoy." He grins, shaking his head "Well if you have the effect on him that he had on you, I doubt it'll take much." You scoff in amusement, the jokes will never end. "Hey if Marcus asks where I am, don't tell him I'm sleeping with the enemy." But Flint is already beside you, muttering "Cheers" under his breath, so you scurry away quietly, starting your trek to the Gryffindor common room.

The Gryffindors' party is completely different. The music in the background is quiet, and the Gryffindor Quidditch team sits together, each player with a drink in hand while they talk. Others seem to be having more fun than them. When Ron spots you walking towards him, he rolls his eyes, clearly upset. His teammates, on the other hand, greet you kindly, some even joking about the slight incident on the field. You stand in front of Ron, putting a knee on the couch between his legs to support yourself when you put your hands on his shoulder, leaning into his body.

Despite Ron's free hand coming to the back of your thigh, he still mutters "I'm not in the mood." though he leans into your touch when one of your hands comes up to play with his hair. You tilt your head down so your lips barely graze his ear "You're so hot when you're angry." Ron stiffens, looking up at you, but your head is already dipping lower so you can press kisses on his neck. He shivers at the cool touch of your slightly wet hair on his collarbone, and his eyes flutter close for a moment. When he opens them back up, Harry is grinning at him and wiggling his eyebrows. Someone wolf whistles, but he doesn't know if it's directed to you. He feels your teeth graze the spot you've been sucking on right below his eye and he sighs, trying to disguise his pleasure as annoyance, pushing your hip away from him.

Yes, he wants you, but he has to at least pretend that he doesn't for a while longer because he's still angry, and wants you to feel as though you need to try a little to win him over. You've played his game before, and you know what follows. When Ron nudges at your hips one more time, you separate from him, tilting his chin up so he can look at you. He's putty in your hands, but you like to give him the illusion of being in control, so when you kiss him, it's a soft, almost desperate kiss. "Ronnie," you plead "Please." And that soft whisper is enough to make him begin to stand up. You back away, pushing your bottom lip forward and making doe eyes at your boyfriend to stop yourself from grinning in accomplishment.

His shoulder brushes past you and he begins walking up to his dorm, but when you catch up with him, snaking your hand in his, he only holds your hand tighter, so you know you've won. Ron's door slams shut behind you, and immediately, hands are on you, pushing you against the door and groping your ass while he kisses you aggressively. The kiss is filled with angry passion, and Ron's tongue is fighting against yours for dominance. Both your arms are thrown over Ron's shoulder in an attempt to pull him impossibly closer to you so your tits are pushed up into his chest. The hands on your ass move to your front, sliding up your crop top and cupping your tits, while Ron pulls away from the kiss to attack your neck.

Moans are immediately escaping your mouth in soft breaths, your back arching into Ron's hands, pulling and massaging at your breasts, teasing your nipples. His teeth bite at your neck, and one leg comes to shove itself right between your thighs and you jerk up, an electric shock being sent right through you. At your loud gasp, Ron looks down to where his leg connected with your cunt, and his hand immediately pushes your skirt up to find that you're not wearing panties. "What a little slut. No underwear under a mini-skirt? You're practically begging." He grunts, and you whine, grinding your pussy against his thigh. "Just for you, Ronnie."

The comment seems to make him happy, at least happier than he was before since he starts working on taking your top off. "Get this skirt off now." He mutters, his attention back on your tits the second they're exposed. Your bra drops to the floor at the same time your skirt does. Ron pulls away from where he was leaving hickeys on your tits, and takes a moment to oggle at your naked body. You falter under his stare, a hand coming up to grab the material of his t-shirt. "Ron?" At the sound of his name, he looks back up, taking an impossible step closer to you and pressing his lips to yours in a slow kiss. "You're so fucking amazing." He mutters between kisses, all of his previous anger seemingly gone "Don't deserve this. Don't deserve you." Before you can react to his words, his hands are wrapping around your waist and carrying you to his bed, where he immediately shuts the curtains of his four-poster.

He wastes no time pressing his clothed cock against your naked, which has you moaning his name, bucking your hips up for more friction. "Take it off, take it off." You beg. He complies, chuckling at the sight of your hips bucking up, but takes his time stroking his cock once it's finally freed. His demeanour completely flips the second he pushes into you; his hips snapping at a faster pace than you can keep track of, his hands grabbing both your legs to pull over his shoulders. The angle is perfect and with the way his cock is hitting the right spot with every stroke, you're sure you won't last ten minutes.

You're tightly gripping the bed sheets and you're almost positive that your eyes are going to get stuck at the back of your head because of how hard they're rolling back. "Mmph, bloody hell you feel so nice." The compliment only spurred the pleasure inside you and you moaned louder, bucking your hips up for something more - anything more. Ron's hand comes down to your clit in a harsh slap, and quickly starts putting pressure on it, watching as you squirmed underneath him at the extra friction. His pace sped up and your legs started to shake on his shoulders, a sign that you were clearly close. Ron's hand begins rubbing quick circles on your clit and hips start erratically jerking into you as he releases his load into you, triggering your very own orgasm.

Ron rides out both your orgasms, stilling his movements when you put a hand on his chest. He pants, his chest heaving with every breath he takes as he takes your legs off his shoulders. "Christ, that was too much exercise for one day." He mutters, looking down at you when you open your arms wide for him. He falls into your awaiting arms and mumbles "Can't sleep. Need to clean you up." You moan, shaking your head at him. "Just five minutes."

[out2pasture]

Assigning TMA Fear entities to the crew of the Carte Blanche

Juno: The hunt, not only would he and Daisy Tonner get along like a house on fire IMO, but he spends the entire show *searching*, for people, for missing objects, for a place to belong? Could easily be twisted into something awful with the hunt

Peter: The stranger, obviously, hes a man of many names and faces, the only way to learn his truth is to own his heart

Jet: Hmmmmm Spiral? It feels weird, but The Fear of being lied to and manipulated feels like a great allegory for both his addiction and The Unnatural Disaster lurking just beneath his skin

Buddy: This was a thinker, but she's either an Elias core eye entity or part of The Web knows everything about what she's doing, who shes doing it with, and what could go wrong. Shes not afraid to fight her own battles which i think plants her into eye territory

Vespa: The Slaughter, Stabby lesbain with rage issues? Ohh you mean Melanie King? 100% the Slaughter

Rita: None, Rita is the guy who avoided getting Spiralled TM cause he was gonna be late to dinner with his mom (if she wasnt tho she would be the web)

[harveywritings92]

{Rocky is passing by the mess hall when she hears a low voice cuss in German curious she investigates and sees Ghost’s husband König being harassed by some recruits. (This is a König x oc x Ghost relationship they aren’t together yet.).]

König : I won’t do it! now leave me alone!

Recruit: Ohh, careful, Paul Bunyan’s mad! 

Recruit 2: C’mon big-guy what’cha hiding. eh? 

Recruit 3: you got half a face or something? show us!

König : I told you to lea-

{A very stern voice interrupts them}

Rocky: Excuse me.

{The recruits jumps turn to face Rocky who looks at them with a stormy expression on her face.]

Rocky: When someone tells you to leave them alone. You leave them alone...

{The recruits blanch as they realize who Rocky is.]

Recruits: Of course doctor...(The recruits runaway.)

Rocky, goes all smiles as she approaches König: Sorry about that, I promise most of us aren’t like them! I’m Dr. Rockwell, but most call me Rocky.~

König:...

Rocky:  Oh, right we haven’t been introduced, I pulled a bullet outta yer husband’s butt yesterday! 

König: *Snort*

Rocky: Oh I gotta snort, there’s some progress!

[Suddenly Rocky’s pager goes off telling her to return to the medbay someone got their shoulder dislocated while sparring, she waves goodbye to König who felt his cheeks burning.]

[newtonsheffield]

Ohh molly im seeing the angst in mile Hugh and im kor sure we are ready hahahaha. So Anthony here has a little bit of anxiety problems, or i dont know how to call it. Like he really stress when something get dirty???

Yeah, it’s safe to say that Mile High Anthony has an anxiety condition. He’s not… managing his need for order very well when he meets Kate and most people don’t know how deep it actually goes. Or they think it’s just a little personality quirk for him. But he’s… going to be working on some strategies for himself and he ends up in a much healthier place. Even if Kate carries around a stain remover pen for him. Just in case. In case Anthony misplaces his or it’s not working.

“Um, I- My… My um…” Anthony took a deep breath pressing the tip of the pen firmly, too firmly into his shirt at his wrist, his skin blanching. “My pen isn’t working. I um… I don’t know. I can’t… I can’t leave it there. I-”

“Hey.” Kate said gently, taking it from his hand and sliding her own from the front pocket of her luggage. “Well, we can fix that.”

Anthony watched as she removed the stain his coffee had left on the sleeve of his shirt, working at it gently.

“Deep breath, babe.”

He took a shuddering breath in, her hand gentle on his. “Sorry, I… I’m sorry.”

Kate shook her head, “No need to be sorry. This is a tiny thing right? It doesn’t need to define our day.”

She was repeating the affirmations he used for himself. Reminding him gently, helping him sort through his own emotions. He took another deep breath, “Yeah, no. It doesn’t. It won’t.”

“damn right it won’t because when we get home tonight we’re ordering takeout and sitting in our underwear right? My tits are definitely better than an anxiety attack right?”

He chuckled, “Yeah they’re better than that.”

“Knew it.”

And honestly, Kate doesn’t mind. Because Anthony helps her when she needs it as well. They’re a team.

[amoebaforce]

How do you think some few characters (Hien, Yugiri, Gotsetsu, the twins maybe, or really whoever you think would have the most fun reaction I just want to know it isn't just me who thinks about this) would react to the WoL forgetting to take off or just not taking off the imperial armor after the quest where you get it in stormblood? Mayhaps due to comfort reasons or just being so used to changing armor often that the thought never crossed their mind that it was the Wrong Armor.

I swear this totally isn't exactly who you think this is and I'm totally not just wanting input from more people on this kinda thing (lying lmao)

ohh this definitely has comedy potential, anon... but also some angst potential, given all that uniform represents. here's some little blurbs for you <3

characters featured: Hien Rijin, Yugiri Mistwalker, Gosetsu Daiten tags: very light angst, this one is pretty spoiler free, gn!WoL

Hien stares for an improper amount of time, feeling his brow knit tighter with each passing moment. Is this a prank? Some kind of joke he's too out of touch to get? But as the seconds tick to minutes, the punchline never comes, and Hien clears his throat.

"Are you... going to change?" he asks, struggling to phrase the question eloquently. The WoL blinks at him.

"Change?" they repeat. Hien gestures to their breastplate. As their eyes follow suit, the Warrior blanches. "Oh, shit! Sorry, I wasn't even thinking-"

"No, no!" Hien blurts. "There is no rush, I just thought-"

They both pause, realizing they are each apologizing for imagined slights. Hien's pinched expression cracks first. A chuckle rumbles in his chest, and before he knows it, the two are laughing at themselves.

"Thanks for reminding me," the Warrior says sheepishly, already taking off their gauntlets.

Hien bobs his chin, feeling his posture slip just a tad looser. At least he wasn't the only one feeling a little clueless. "Of course."

***

Yugiri knows all too well the visceral discomfort of disguising oneself as an enemy -- so when she steps into the hallway after a long post-mission debrief to find the WoL still dressed in Imperial armor, the shinobi bristles.

"Why do you still wear it?" she demands.

Her tone leaves little room for speculation about what it is. The Warrior freezes, suddenly feeling as guilty as a child caught with their hand in the pantry, although they can't exactly explain why.

"I... forgot about it," they admit. Yugiri stiffens ever so slightly, and the WoL cringes. Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say.

"I'm always changing armor," they add hurriedly. "After a while, it all starts to feel the same."

Yugiri's gaze slices up and down their body once more before she turns away, folding her arms.

"Perhaps. But it does not all look the same. You would be wise to remember that."

She disappears around the corner, quick and silent as a knife.

***

Gosetsu isn't the jumpy sort, but when a figure strides across the courtyard in that unmistakable metal plate, the old samurai finds his heart gripped in a swelling panic. His mind swims through a dozen questions at once. How can an Imperial soldier stalk these halls without kicking up a swarm of guards? Why aren't there any calls to arms ringing through the air? Are they under attack? Where is Hien? Then, just as his hand dips toward his sword, Gosetsu does a double take.

There are familiar weapons strapped to that soldier's back; there is a familiar set of eyes peaking out of their helmet. It is no enemy infiltrator, but the Warrior of Light themselves, still swathed in the armor they'd worn on their earlier mission. Gosetsu's skin prickles with relief.

"Ho there," he calls, willing his voice not to waver. The Warrior gives him a friendly wave, slowing to a stop.

"Hey, Gosetsu," they say cheerily. "What's up?"

The samurai cocks a brow. "I should ask you the very same! You might well give an old man a heart attack walking around like that."

The Warrior jolts as his words sink in, then scrambles to take off their helmet. An apology bubbles in their throat, but Gosetsu claps them on the shoulder before they can form it into coherent words. His laugh booms.

"Ah, but maybe it is good to keep old men on their toes, too!" he muses.

Then, Gosetsu turns and waltzes off, leaving the Warrior standing bewildered in the center of the courtyard.

[blanchebees]

Blanche! What’s your favorite song(s) off Sundowning? Mine are Gods, The Offering and Higher.

Ohh Higher is mine as well, i love how intense it gets, Sugar of course, a classic.

Say that you will and Give, the yearning 👌👌👌 although all the album is nice.

[waters-and-the-wilde]

okay scenario. somewhere mid s3 the Carte Blanche ends up working with some of Buddy's criminal contacts/acquaintances who also take something of a specific and possibly impertinent interest in the Unnatural Disaster. their guy clocks Nureyev as 1.) the shady sixth ranger with the least amount of rapport with Jet, and 2.) a gossipy bitch (bc that was the gender he put on when he left the house that day) so they get him aside and try to get him to talk

nureyev’s is like. hmm. (juno is being mouthy to try to draw attention to himself. buddy has been a very particular kind of polite and pointed, and vespa is. playing with a knife and glaring. which to be fair she Does That but she's watching this guy and only lightly heckling juno and if nureyev is starting to suspect that they're maybe playing off each other a bit? and jet seems like he's just trying to vibe but he's definitely sticking even closer to rita than usual.

and then. oh he can tell the guy's trying to get him to talk about Jet, and sure he could just dissemble without a fuss but… he could also dissemble and make the other guy feel awkward about it)

nureyev: listen. i know what you're after. and i understand, truly. you want to know if it's true what they say about him, but you're too intimidated to ask outright.

contact: *shifts nervously*

nureyev: and of course, who could blame you? he's even more compelling in person, isn't he? the gravitas, the self-possession, the shoulders.

their contact: uhh. i mean you're not wrong.

nureyev: and he can cook.

contact: ...wait really? huh. you know he seems like a really good listener too.

nureyev: oh, absolutely. but i think it's only fair to warn you that you ought not to get your hopes up. because it's entirely true - he's just not interested. in anybody. devoted in his friendships, to be sure, but when it comes to all other affairs, you'll find him completely impervious. nothing personal. you could have just asked him, there'd be no harm in it, and i'm sure he'd let you down gently -

juno (wandering over to see what's up): could go either way, really. he put me in a dumpster and threatened to crush my head with the lid.

their contact: ...

nureyev (dear i am trying to make them feel bad about their assumptions about our friend and you are undermining the bit): compared to what other people have followed through on after meeting you, i'd say that only proves that he's a very paragon of restraint and circumspection. you do have a way about you, dearest beloved.

juno: you know if i had a cred for every time I had a crush on a master thief who put me in the garbage, i'd have... two creds, i guess.

nureyev (nostalgically): we both ended up in that garbage chute, didn't we?

juno: and I hated every second of it.

nureyev: I know dear you complained about it vociferously

*smooching*

their contact: ohh well that's a shame thanks for the heads up im just gonna - i think my hovercraft is on fire

nureyev (absentminded, still gazing into juno's eyes): bye-bye now

juno: i can cook too you know

nureyev: i know dear but we mustn’t let it get around, the last thing i need is another crime ring trying to sweep you off your feet

juno: i mean. wouldn’t they look at you first?

nureyev: my love. I can’t cook.

juno: oh yeah

(their contact's boss, later: so did you find anything out about what the Unnatural Disaster's up to now that he's back on the scene?

their contact: im sorry he's never gonna go out with you. the rumors are true he's like. completely aro-ace.

boss: oh.

contact: yeah

boss: are you sure

contact: no yeah. i thought maybe aurinko's son was just talking out his ass but their hacker backed it up.

contact: she was really nice actually. gave me a coupon for her favorite ice cream place.

contact: do. uh. do you wanna get ice cream with me.

boss: ...yeah that'd be nice.

boss: (later over ice cream) wait aurinko has a son??

contact: or whatever he’s adopted idk but he's super obnoxious

[pikipekarmy]

This was after our longer-than-normal walk today and can I just say:

Oh, c'mon!

ohh nooo the most annoyingggggg

[image description: a screenshot from the Pokemon Go game showing a Buddy Pokemon screen with a dragonair on it showing Today's Activities and Walk together, the first one, has all three hearts still gray and the progress meter says "1.99km/2.00 km" showing that the player needs to walk .01 more km to earn a heart for the activity.]

this is when adventure sync is great because you turn that on, exit the app, shake your phone for about thirty seconds (I tap it lightly against my leg), and then open it again and you've got enough more steps to make it.

Everyone knows the lifehack to get the Battle With Your Buddy hearts too, right? Go into "battle" and scroll all the way to the bottom to the trainer battles, pick candela or blanche or spark, put your buddy in the first slot of your team, start the battle, let it count down 3-2-1, then exit the trainer battle and surrender. Then do it twice more. Bam you've battled with your buddy three times. I like to work my way down each trainer, and sometimes I'll do more of the battle, but once the battle has officially started you get the heart. So if you're grinding to level up a lil guy in your buddy standings, it's worth doing that along with the play with your buddy and take a snapshot tasks, as your take-care-of-immediately little grindy tasks.

(hat-tip for that one to @cacheth!)

[hecatesbroom]

I just watched that s7 episode where Rose, Dorothy and Sophia will have to move out if Blanche doesn't make them co-owners of the house and oh.... oh my god. I knew Blanche's grand gesture would hit hard, but Dorothy's talk to Rose before then?? Giving her an excuse for why she has to say, only to shrug that off and softly tell her the truth ("we love you") and proceeding to tell the permit guy that they're family!! They love each other so much & they can't be separated!! Rose's face throughout the whole thing!! It's so much

[the-eclectic-wonderer]

I just finished watching S2E13 The Stan Who Came To Dinner, and there's a scene I didn't remember before in which Stan asks for Dorothy's forgiveness for all the times he cheated on her, because he wants to face his operation with a clear conscience. Which is,, yikes, of course, but also not the thing I want to talk about right now.

What surprised me is that Dorothy seems to be shocked at his revelations? It seems like she really didn't know about Stan's infidelity? I mean, the whole dialogue begins with her saying:

"I've already forgiven you for that, Stanley. Besides, in the grand scheme of things, it's not bad to wait 38 years to make your first big mistake."

I initially thought his mistake was divorcing Dorothy (since his line before this one is 'I love you, Dorothy. That sounds crazy because I walked out on you, but it's true.' ), but then he admits that the divorce wasn't his first mistake, because he's cheated on Dorothy before -- and she seems genuinely taken aback:

"I cannot believe this. I cannot believe that I am hearing this. I always assumed something like this could happen, but..."

And this was so strange to me, because I always sort of assumed she did know. She even caught him one time! In S7E8-9 The Monkey Show, she recounts this episode about Stan:

"[...] I rehearsed my speech and I made arrangements to meet him at a coffee shop. I got there five minutes early and caught him necking with a waitress."

So... she does know (of at least one time)? But then, why didn't she say anything?

I feel like there's three possible answers:

She really doesn't know. She thought the incident with the waitress was a one-time occurrence, and she's believed him all throughout their marriage when he said he was 'going at a convention' or 'working late' or whatever excuse he used to cover his actions.

She's lying to him in the S2E13 scene -- and she's lied to him all throughout their marriage. She does know about his affairs, and never confronted him because she wanted to keep their marriage and their family together more than she hated his guts; she didn't want to rock the boat, so to say. What shocks her in the S2E13 scene is that he's admitting this stuff out loud, with plenty of details.

She lied to herself all throughout their marriage. As trustful of him as Dorothy can be (and as trustful of him as she was in her youth, especially), she's also a smart cookie, and Stan's not really the sharpest tool in the shed. It's hard for me to believe that she never figured out that he was cheating on her, especially after catching him with that waitress; it's easier to think that she forced herself to believe his gaslighting, as part of her efforts to be a good wife to him. When Stan (sort of...) comes clean, she's shocked because it's sinking in, in real time, that she was right.

I'm not sure which option is more likely; I feel like it's probably a mix of the three. At the beginning of their marriage she likely didn't think it possible and believed everything he told her; once she caught him with the waitress, she had a sort of transition phase where she tried to believe he was faithful to her even though she knew the truth, deep down, and then by the end of her marriage she was over it, and simply chose not to let him have it. She's shocked in S2E13 because she can't believe he's admitting this stuff out loud, but she doesn't seem as shocked (and angry) as she would be if she was just finding it out in the moment, imho.

I also feel like her knowing about his infidelity doesn't change the meaning of the first mistake line, because, well... he's always come back before. He's come back to hurt her again and again, but he has come back -- and then she gets a phone call, and suddenly, for the first time, he's not coming back anymore. It's the one time that's so devastatingly painful it eclipses everything that came before -- no wonder she counts it as his first mistake.

[vettesebas]

no one:

absolutely nobody:

me: hey, how 'bout some seikki fic?

"i know what you boys said the other day."

Seb said it plainly, without malice. he'd already taken his usual place on the massage table, arms halfway out of his race suit.

Heikki smarted a little. he and Antti were just having a bit of fun. Antti didn't have to take it as far as he did, but you can't put the shit back in the horse. "oh? and what did we say?"

"that i am 'fruity.'" a small smile settled on his mouth. he'd flailed his way out of the suit, the crinkling loud in the tiny, darkened room.

Heikki didn't blanch; in fact, he shrugged. "prove me wrong."

Seb chuckled once, looked at Heikki, then chuckled again. he peeled the fireproofs off his body, exposing the sweaty, well-toned torso of a two-time world champion. droplets flew from his hair as he drew the shirt overhead.

Heikki frowned internally. it wasn't like Seb to go for a massage without a shower first. body heat rolled off of him; the scent of champagne, clean sweat and spent adrenaline filled the space. Heikki turned around to let him finish disrobing. he seemed to be taking an awful long time, humming languidly as he did so. Heikki heard his charge arrange himself flat on the surface, followed by a tap on his rear.

"cheeky," Heikki surmised. Seb only beamed at him and awaited his rubdown.

Heikki got to work in his efficient, no-nonsense style. stroke, stroke, knead, stroke. Seb let go entirely at Heikki's touch with a blissful sigh, the race draining from him. he was being more demonstrative with his feedback than usual, and that was saying something. Seb was so sensitive, so keen to react to stimulation that sometimes he was a literal handful; Heikki didn't quite know what to do with him.

rhythmic groans started to slip from Seb's mouth, matched to Heikki's strokes. the deeper the trainer went, the deeper the groans. what's gotten into him today, he wondered. Australia'd been a rough one, he couldn't deny that. it'd been a while since a celebration; did the new diet make the champagne go to his head?

a few moments of silence as Heikki unknotted the young driver, his flesh warm and yielding. then, as he worked on a particularly hard knot, out spilled "oh yes…yes, just like that. ohh." Seb followed with a hushed noise that instantly made the base of Heikki's spine tingle, a sensation alarming but ignorable. 

the kneading stopped. "...too much?"

Heikki thought carefully how to phrase his response. "a little, yeah."

"i can't help it if you're doing a good job." he peeked up a sidelong glance at Heikki, an irresistible smile painted on his lips. prickles of sweat needled at Heikki's scalp. was it especially warm in here today?

there; the back was done. "turn over," he ordered, tried not to glance down, and failed. even through a thick white towel, his patron's excitement was clearly evident. it wasn't the first time – these things do happen – but unusually, Seb displayed no awkward gestures, revealed no sense of shame. he stretched his arms, relaxed and dreamy, that blissful smile still plastered all over his face. something about the warmth in his gaze, pupils huge in the low light…

Heikko took a proffered arm, delighting Seb. he worked from fingers to shoulder, manipulating, squeezing, bleeding all the tension out of Seb's body. then the other arm. Heikki could now see Seb's face; his eyes closed, his mouth working, smiling, humming that damned hum again. even Heikki had to admit he looked angelic, in an infuriating way.

done with the limbs, Heikki slid his muscular forearms down to Seb's pecs. a small gasp escaped Seb's perfectly pink lips, his eyes fluttering open ever so slightly. Heikki could feel the tiny nipples stiffen under his hands, the effect almost immediate. a flush wended its way up his arms and into his neck, unbidden. he moved to the abs and obliques, but Seb squirmed ever so slightly under his grip, almost shimmying, pulling the attention back to his chest.

as much out of curiosity as the need to do a thorough job, Heikki slowly squeezed more massage oil onto his burly hands. if he didn't know better, he could swear he saw Seb bite his lower lip the tiniest bit. Seb was watching him work, that much he could tell. he warmed up the sweet-smelling oil between his hands, dribbling a little onto Seb's bare stomach; Seb shivered involuntarily at the contact, sucking in air. god, he was really giving it his all today, wasn't he.

firmly, gently, Heikki placed his hands back on Seb's chest. the air came back out again in a sharp pant, at once ragged and needy. why the hell am i doing this, Heikki thought to himself as he began to knead Seb's soft tits, the nipples becoming mush under his attentions. Seb was outright moaning now, his eyes wide with ecstasy, loving each insistent stroke. Heikki heard his pulse roaring in his ears as he glided oil all through Seb's thatch of chest hair, matting it down, making it slick. Seb swayed and arched on the table, mouth soft and smiling and wet, his hand slowly going towards the towel—

Heikki grabbed the offending hand and held it still. Seb snapped out of his reverie enough to register surprise and a whiff of doubt — had he gone too far?

Heikki fixed him with a stern look, an arm's length away. with his free hand, he started to work Seb's chest again, his eyes flicking all over Seb's face, taking him in. Seb tilted his head forwards as Heikki came nearer, straining for all he was worth, until their lips finally met in the middle.

Heikki wasn't aware that he'd always wondered how Seb would taste. champagne and sweet heat and an eager tongue greeted him, melting his resistance. he let go of Seb's hand and proceeded to knead again, cupping him, stroking him, thumbing the nipples. his reward was hot breath in his mouth and divine mewls and hands around his cheeks, clamping them together.

at last they came apart, a thin strand of saliva linking them still. Heikki gazed down in disbelief and wonder. how had this goddamned twink make him come entirely undone?

Seb looked up at him with a vicious twinkle, still punch-drunk. "homppeli," he breathed inside their warm little universe, whisper loud as a shout.

"turpa kiinni," Heikki said with a breaking voice, placing a fake slap against his cheek, before he augured in for another kiss.

[nukleator]

Holy fuuuuuuuuck i felt like a hostage tonight. Started my day 15 unpaid minutes early to ensure i will have enough time to enter the food order even if 10 things go wrong. Finished that, begin setting up my station but we get busy right away so i have to wait, get a tiny bit of prep done, busy again, repeat for four hours.

Ok everything done and im off now.

Hmm but of course the AM fry cook didnt run the filter cycle and i need that oil to last one more day. Guess ill hang around 10 minutes to get that done. Oh shit i just remembered i didnt put the last shipment of buns away and im expected to that so gonna get that done quickly. I break down the cardboard and remember there's empty boxes in the walk in still. Gotta deal with those. Suddenly 30 minutes have passed. Oops.

OKAY NOW IM DONE. Got my street clothes on, just gonna pop back on the line and grab some food. Oh shit its busy. Like REALLY busy. It's shift change so there's only two cooks working right now and our bill times are gonna be ridiculous. Can't leave it like this so i guess i'll help out.

20 minutes later and done. Got my food. Got my coat on. Lets get outta here. Say bye to GM and im about to reach for the door when he says "hey actually do you think you can stay 3 hours just to make sure theyre ok?"

FUCK

"no problem im on it! 😃" Is my immediate reply however

Back in my clogs and whites and im thinking ok this is fine im just here for the dinner rush and then i go home. My hours were cut this week so at least i can get a few back.

HOLY. SHIT. We got destroyed, annihilated, pulverised, whatever. I got put on expo and i have never seen such madness. It was somehow worse than a friday night. We only had about half the covers we do on friday but they were concentrated into one single hour of pure hell.

My PM fry cook didnt want to be there and refused to do half her job (make fries). She tried to pawn her shift to me immediately and got upset when i said hell no. She also snapped "dont tell me what to do when you havent helped me at all!" when i said to her "please you need to help me blanch (your) fries because we (you) are gonna run out in about 10 minutes!!" meanwhile i have 12 entrées that are piling up at my station and im communicating with FOH to make sure things dont get run to the wrong table which prevents me from walking away and oh yeah cooking fries is YOUR job. One of the takeout servers heard us and actually ran into the kitchen with a box of fries 😭😭😭😭 new favourite server

Anyways then while shit is still fucked she walks out of the kitchen to talk to the MOD and i see them talking and tbh i think oh fuck shes telling her she cant work with me. Then the guy on desserts walks over and starts dropping baskets so im like oh okay they wanted to swap. But THEN he says to me ok im going back to desserts now btw and im like !?

So now im watching fryers as well and im wondering where the fry cook is. After a while i finally say WHERE IS SHE and one of cooks says oh... She went home sick. Forgot to tell you.

WTF

Okay actually im super tired n ow so im not even gonna finish my rant but the the main point is that i wanted to fucking go home after this shit and all those cunts inthe kitchen guilted me and bullied me into staying. They all claimed they didnt know how to clean the fryers which i find hard to believe. I got upset and then they were like ohh no.... You can go home. Totally. We wont hold this against you and make your life worse or anything. Like WOW awesome.

So thats how i worked 12 hours today on 0 food and a single can of monster because i didnt even have time to get water.

[genderflu1dwh0r]

Blanche: Oh, well, alright, then just pay me under the table.

Rose: Ohh sure! I know that trick! Dorothy's done that to me before. I go under the table and you never show up. No way!

Blanche: ...

[overdramatics]

sometimes when i make food without any plan or direction it goes really well. but sometimes. sometimes...