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thispabulum-blog · 2 years

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Running on Empty

This week was a pretty slow one, but what happened?

Tuesday Meeko Neko tried to fix my computer speakers, and the conclusion we came to was that I need a new computer. So we'll put that on the back burner for now.

Wednesday I started talking to a guy, we'll call him Booyah. He's 26, married (his wife is bonkers adorable), plays a lot of tabletop games and stuff. We've been working on setting up a date when schedules allow, but it seems like we're both pretty open to friendship or whatever else.

Thursday night Meeko Neko tried to fix my sink, to no avail. Aquaman came over to my new place for the first time. He was sleepy, as usual, but brought me McDonald's, and we watched Futurama and cuddled for a while. He's way overworked lately and I hate that there's nothing I can do except be cute and cuddly when requested.

Friday my precious Cuddlebug came and picked me up. He's been working really hard lately at this new job, so once we got to his house we plopped down on the bed and next thing I knew, it was 4 hours later.

Good nappers, both of us.

A quick Kroger run, then I made myself some ramen and we picked up where we left off with Better Call Saul.

Saturday I slept in late, and then I made us pancakes, eggs, and bacon, which we watched while we finished Rick & Morty, I believe? The plan for the day was to have two other couples come over for a movie marathon - he even did the dishes. The first couple bailed on movies but still wanted to do dinner, and the second couple didn't show up until after 6. So we opted to do dinner first.

Cuddlebug finally got to take me to this Chinese place he's been dying for me to try - they're closed on Mondays, and I swear it's like his two little brain cells are saying "I know there's something about this place and Mondays..." so he only ever suggests we go there on Mondays.

Relatedly, when I asked him what all he wanted to do over the weekend -

CB: I was thinking about going to that bakery Saturday or Sunday. ... Except maybe they're closed Sunday.

Me: Baby! You had a thought!

And they are closed on Sunday; we did not go to the bakery.

On the way to dinner, we were trying to decide what movies we wanted to watch, and he was lobbying hard for the Dark Knight trilogy, because apparently they're some of his favorite movies. I said yes, and I looked over at him in the backseat a bit later to see him bouncing his legs up and down and going "nana-nana-nana-nana Batman!" under his breath.

Jesus, he's so cute.

"Have you seen the movies?"

EXCUSE ME, child. The Dark Knight came out when I was in high school; nothing was a bigger deal. I went to the midnight showing at the mall with a guy I was unfortunately sleeping with, we waited in line for 5 hours, one of my contacts fell out, I threw up when I got home. It was amazing.

Dinner was really good. Cuddlebug's friends had a fun time getting him all riled up, which is not super difficult to do, but is much easier when he's excited.

Once we got home we started Batman Begins, and about an hour into it I went to change into pajamas and I thought "Oh, I'll just lie down on the bed for a minute. If I keep the door open I can still hear the movie," and Cuddlebug woke me up about an hour and a half later. I apologized, and he told me not to worry, to go back to sleep. Apparently the other couple had left to run an errand and hadn't come back yet, so he wanted to play some video games in the meantime. We did end up finishing the movie a while later.

Sunday we watched some more Better Call Saul (I swear that show is SO GOOD at cliffhangers) and then we watched The Dark Knight. Then Space Kitten came by and we hung out for a bit, then went to eat a very lot of sushi. We got to see the sushi waiter robot, which is the highlight of any trip, and agreed that this place needs more eel rolls.

Monday Cuddlebug woke up early to go to work, and I hung around the house being bored.

Now, to preface this, I had previously had this conversation with him

Me: I want to either make one of the burgers from my Bob's Burgers cookbook, or do like a Cajun shrimp and sausage thing. For you this weekend.

CB: Ooooo I'd love some burgers:333

Me: Cool

But when I went to Kroger they didn't have the cheese I needed for the burgers, so I just got the stuff for the Cajun thing - it was a sheet pan bake with shrimp, sausage, corn on the cob, and red potatoes. And I didn't say anything about it.

So when he told me he was on his way home, I told him I was going to start dinner. And when he came in, I let him know it was ready. So he opens the top oven and looks at the pan, then closes it, and opens the bottom oven (yes, they have two ovens; I'm jealous). I said "What are you looking for?" and he said "The other dinner."

And I know sometimes I pout to be cute, but my face seriously dropped. He was immediately apologetic! I guess what happened was that he saw the corn and potatoes but not the sausage and shrimp, so he thought it was a side dish for the burgers I was going to make? In any case, he ate plenty of it, and there was a good amount for leftovers the next day.

Tuesday morning Cuddlebug woke up super early to go to work, and came home after I had started watching Doctor Strange and the Multiverse of Madness in the living room, so he just kinda collapsed on the couch with his head on my lap, looking beat.

Me: Do you want to take a nap?

CB: No.

Me: Are you sure?

CB: Yes.

10 minutes later, he's snoring on me, and stayed that way until the movie was over.

He spent most of the evening playing 40k online with a friend, and I think I just hung out in the living room playing Animal Crossing and watching YouTube. Party people, y'know?

#Spotify

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imkylotrash · 3 years

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Ocean Eyes

Pairing: Saul Silva x reader

Request: saul silva from fate: the winx saga x student secret love. Anonymous

A/N The reader is on their final year at Alfea therefore in their twenties. I have no clue what age you graduate from Alfea but I want it to be clear that the reader is of age.

You’re supposed to wait for him to come back. It’s the reason you’re currently pacing back and forth in your room. You’d told him you should come with him but he claimed he wouldn’t be able to focus. As much as you wanted to call his bullshit you knew you had no ground to stand on. You’re still two months away from graduating as a specialist meaning he outranks you in every possible way and you just have to follow orders. That doesn’t mean that you’re good at it. It’s the perfect opportunity for you to get out there when Farah comes to say that some of the first years have gone missing.

“I’ll go have a look, ma’am. I’m sure they’re fine.” She looks preoccupied which suits you just fine as you turn around and walk to the grounds. It doesn’t take long for you to find their tracks but you’re surprised when you realise where they’re heading.

“Oh no,” you mumble to yourself as you speed up your pace. You knew they were stupidly brave but this goes beyond any moronic idea of courage. They could get killed. You hear the scream before you see them.

“Saul?” His name sounds like a question but there’s no doubt in your mind what has happened here. The Burned One got out and killed the entire team. How Saul is even breathing is beyond you.

“We have to get him back to school.” You look up at the frightened first years and you instantly know that you can’t lose your cool right now. They don’t know of your relationship with Saul and regardless of that they are in no way capable of thinking clearly right now.

“Someone call Farah. We need to get him to your father, Terra. He’ll make Silva better. Where’s the rest of your group?”

“Answer me!” You don’t mean to raise your voice but time is of the essence right now.

“They went that way.” Musa points towards the shed and you can’t help but curse. Why would they split up when there’s a Burned One on the loose?

“I need you to stay with Silva and make sure he’s alright until Farah gets here. You understand? Under no circumstances do you leave his side.” Every fiber of your being is screaming at you to not leave Saul but you know you have to think like a soldier right now. Farah will take care of him.

“I’ll be back.” You run in the direction Musa guided you leaving behind your heart. By the time you find the two fairies, they’re ripping something off the body of a Burned One.

“I don’t even want to know what the hell happened. But you need to come with me. Now!” You don’t have time to worry why they would ever go after a Burned One. When you hear that Stella returned to school, you breathe out a sigh of relief. That means you can return now. Everything seems blurry as you head back to Alfea. The only thing on your mind is Saul. Did they kill the right Burned One? Farah’s face is enough of a confirmation that they did not.

“I need to talk to you,” she says in a stern voice.

“Headmistress, do you need me?” you ask. When she shakes her head, you walk towards the school. You want to sprint to his room and check on him, but you know you can’t risk it in the daylight. Waiting for nighttime is excruciating but at last the moon shines on the sky and you deem it safe enough to wander the halls. At this point, you could retrace the steps from your room to his by memory. Exactly 10 minutes later you’re standing in front of his door. You take a moment to listen for any sound. When you’re satisfied, you open the door quietly and slip inside.

“Saul?” you whisper trying not to scare him. He’s sleeping heavily which you’ve never ever experienced in the two years you’ve been together. Rather than climbing into bed with him, you pull over a chair and take his hand in yours. He looks so vulnerable sleeping.

“It’s not polite to stare at someone who’s trying to sleep,” he mumbles not even bothering to open his eyes. You laugh but it turns into a sob instead. Finally you’re able to let yourself feel all the anxiety and worry of today. When you saw him lying there, you wondered if it would be the last time.

“I need you to look at me.” He slowly opens his eyes and even in the dim lighting from the moon, you see his piercing blue eyes clearly. You once compared the ice blue colour to the ocean. It’s the best way to describe them and the feeling they give you when you lock eyes with him.

“Hi,” he whispers lifting his hand to stroke your cheek. Tears are flowing freely as you look at him. He’s not healing which mean the fairies didn’t get the right Burned One.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner,” you whisper relishing in the feeling of his touch.

“I’ve been in and out all day. It wouldn’t have mattered much.” You know he says it out of kindness but it makes you feel even worse. You wish you could’ve been by his side even if he was just sleeping. This sneaking around made everything so much worse whenever one of you got hurt.

“It would’ve mattered to me.” He doesn’t hear you and maybe it’s for the best. The last thing you want to do is start a fight right now.

“Can you do me a favour?” he asks but he starts to cough. Immediately, you’re grabbing the glass of water by his bedside and helps him take a few sips. Just this little movement causes him more pain than you can imagine.

“Smile. Please. I need you to smile for me instead of looking like I might die.” You want to point out that he is in fact dying right now if the Burned One isn’t located but he knows that already so it seems futile to bring it up. Instead you wipe away the tears and put on a brave face for him.

“There it is. I’m feeling better already,” he says pulling your arm to get you closer. And he does in fact seem better as you lean down to kiss him gently. You decide to put the possible consequences of his injures to the back of your mind for tonight and just enjoy that you’re both breathing and alive.

“I love you. And in two months when I graduate, I will be screaming it from the rooftop. Consider yourself warned.” He smiles as he tugs a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I’ll be standing right next to you, love.”

“You should get some rest. But I’ll stay until dawn.” You hush him when he protests. He’s always been so stubborn much to your annoyance.

“At least lie down with me then. I’ll never fall asleep if you’re in the room but not in bed with me.” It sounds cheesy but you understand the feeling. Most of the time you can hardly think straight when he’s in the room. You lie down next to him being very careful not to touch him. As much as you want to cuddle up next to him, you know it’ll be too painful for him.

“Give me your hand,” you say closing your hands around his and leading it to your chest. It’s almost become a sort of tradition at this point. Whoever needs it most places their hand on the other’s chest to feel the heartbeat. It has a calming effect on you both.

“I wish I could do so much more than just lie next to you,” Saul admits making you laugh.

“All in good time, handsome.”

#saul silva x reader #saul silva blurb #saul silva gif #saul silva #saul silva imagine #fate the winx saga #winx saga #fate

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debbierhea · 3 years

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and the world around us shatters / better call saul / wc: 2392 / kimmy jimmy omaha cinnabon reunion / special thanks to @kimberly-wexler for the beta <3

Summary:

She’d been searching. For years.

She’d been searching. For years. Hired a PI and then another. Scoured every database she had credentialed access to and then a few she didn’t. Even adopted a cat to soothe the loneliness, lull the throbbing emptiness she felt in her chest. She’d had one as a girl once, a stray really, whom she loved. But this cat was as sulky and capricious as she had become and no matter how committed she was to ignoring it, the ulterior motive of pet adoption was glaring, if not to anyone else, to her.

After three months of No. Not like this. You can’t. Leave it alone. Don’t get involved, the ill-tempered tabby was Kim’s foot in the door. It was a Thursday when she sat across from his veterinarian, cat on the exam table, and said, “I need your help.”

“What kind of help are we talking?” He eyed her, stroked the tabby between her ears.

“I’m looking for someone.” Silence followed.

“You’re gonna have to give me a little more than that.”

“You know him. Jimmy McGill.”

His eyebrows rose. More silence.

“Well, can you help me or not?”

“You know it’s not always a matter of can I help.”

Kim tilted her chin, raised her eyes to meet his, unflinching. “Does that mean you won’t help me?”

“Hm?” The cat was purring into his hand, licking his thumb. “Oh, no. Just that my price may be something you’re unwilling to pay.”

She swallowed. “That’s not possible.”

“Okay then,” he nodded, stuck out his hand. She shook it.

Now, she was wandering through a sea of midwesterners in puffy coats and mittens, dusting snow off their shoulders, chattering about the weather. She hasn’t been back to this part of the country in years and it oddly feels like a homecoming, though she stopped considering Nebraska home the moment she left. It was simply a place she had lived, never one that offered family or comfort or love. There were sparse memories of joy with the odd classmate and a fond recollection of the first grade teacher who encouraged her to read, helped her get her very own library card. But now as then, there never existed a sense of ease or belonging for her. Even so, the familiarity of the Casey’s General Store on the corner, the Runzas on menus across state rest stops, the flurries of snow reddening her nose and chilling her bones, fostered a small flame of hope deep inside. She could still recognize, even find comfort in, a place she so detested. After the passage of so many years, this place was still the same and, underneath the new high rises and parking meters and sushi restaurants, she could see the bones of this city. Maybe the same could hold true for other things in her life.

Looking over the map in the lobby, she cupped her hands before her mouth and blew into them. The chill rested deep inside her, the hope she fostered in her heart doing little to warm her weary bones. All her work was to lead to this: trudging up the tiled stairs in damp snow boots surrounded by people who knew nothing about pain, not really. Not pain like hers.

She smelled it before she saw it, curving with the second floor walkway past storefront after storefront of clothes and books and knick knacks. She had just side-stepped the man trying to give free lotion samples when the warmth of cinnamon and sugar wafted over her. Her footsteps stuttered and her gait slowed. It was like watching a car whose engine was stalling out. She was light-headed, unable to string a thought together, parse out what she was feeling in her body besides a deep urge to run. Her therapist would tell her that she wanted to run because of her fear of being vulnerable and then being left behind. Again. Kim pushed hair that had fallen loose of her ponytail behind her ear, took three deep breaths, and followed her nose.

A small line stood in front of the cash register, three or four people, waiting for a treat to get them through their holiday shopping. She contemplated her next step from across the food court. Anticipation fluttered through her, givinggave rise to goosebumps beneath her layers of knit and down. Then further, deeper, beneath the adrenaline, lived something twisting and gnawing inside of her chest. She knew this thing like she knew the location of every security camera at the Hinky Dinky or the route she took home after school when her mom got too lost in the liquor aisle to remember to pick her up. This thing she knew was fear—fear of hope, of the inevitable ache of a further bruised heart. She crossed the food court despite it.

Trying to slip back into her midwestern skin, move through this world unassuming and deferential, she stood to the right of the registers, observing the ebb and flow of workers behind the glass. Dough was being kneaded by one, another opened an oven to check the progress of the bake. A third manned the register. A second till was sat unused, cash drawer open and empty. She stood there, just outside the current of customers, twitching her chapped fingers, tapping them against the inside of her own palm. He used to tease her for it. Five minutes passed, then ten. The line grew longer. Her flame of hope was waning.

Then, a voice—a bellow, more like—broke through the low hum of conversation in the food court.

“Coming! I’m coming, Miranda!” Kim froze.

A man in an apron and mustache came through the door marked “Employees Only” and made his way to the front of the store, a full cash drawer in his hands.

“Sorry! For some reason the safe just wouldn’t open.”

Kim was drifting through the crowd, pulled toward his voice. Her eyes began to burn.

“Here are some quarters for you. I figured you might be running low.” His eyes flicked up, scanning the crowd, estimating how many rolls they should throw into the oven. “I’ll open this one up and—,” his roaming gaze stopped. “And I, uh....”

She swallowed, her throat tight, eyes glassy. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. He stood, slack jawed, staring.

“Um, Miranda I—Just, uh, just take this,” he handed the cash drawer to the teenager standing next to him, eyes never leaving Kim’s. “I’ll be right back.”

His shoes squeaked as he made his way around the counter and out into the seating area of the restaurant. Kim hadn’t moved, stunned like a deer in headlights on a Nebraska back road. He seemed as though he was moving in slow motion, each step towards her an eternity, and yet it was still not long enough to prepare herself for him to be standing directly in front of her. She felt like she’d just fallen through the ice into a glacial lake. No, she hadn’t fallen. She’d jumped. On purpose. And broke through.

He stood there, inches from her; she could see the gray in his mustache. He paused, just for a moment, then said, “Follow me.”

And she did.

They weaved in and out of tables and shoppers and janitors picking up fast food wrappers off the floor. He glanced back at her once, as if he was scared she wouldn’t be there behind him, as if she hadn’t been following him, chasing him, for what felt like her whole life. He led them down a hallway, empty save for a woman waiting on a bench between two bathroom doors, one labeled with a dress, the other a tie. Kim gave her a close-mouthed smile.

Jimmy stopped abruptly, reaching for the door to the family restroom. He held it open, looked into her eyes. Kim gave the woman another glance, cheeks reddening, and walked through the door before she could think or feel or do anything that would make her stop herself. She moved towards the far, tiled wall and as she turned, heard the clicking of the door’s latch, then the lock.

He paused then, there, gripping the door handle, his head resting against its grain. His body was tense, coiled and bound and, she realized, foreign to her. Stooped shoulders, billowing polo, slight waist cinched by an apron. Even from behind, he looked bleary, posture like a drooping flower on the sill. What happened to him?

Kim was grateful for this pause he was granting her. Everything seemed to be moving at a pace she was incapable of matching, an emotional marathon she had not trained for; she never did have much emotional stamina outside of simply holding them all in, like a child holding their breath in the deep end of the pool.

Then, he turned.

He was just as unfamiliar from the front as he was from behind, cheeks a bit sallow and stippled with five o’clock shadow, wiry glasses. His nametag read “Gene.” But Jimmy McGill was still the same in his bones and in the time it takes to exhale that breath you’ve been holding under the gentle waves of your childhood pool, the split second it takes for that breath to form a spray of bubbles racing you to the surface, they were in each other’s arms.

Centered on the yellowing, speckled tile, they grasped at shoulders and elbows, knees knocked, tears fell. Finally, Kim slipped her arms around his ribs and clutched him to her chest, nails digging into cotton and, beneath, soft skin. His face caught between shoulder and neck, he inhaled the scent of her, goosebumps rising as her puffy, down sleeves brushed against his bare arms. His hands roamed her back, skidding and sliding across slick fabric. It felt as if his hands had been frozen and he had finally found the fire he’s sought to warm them. Sneaking his right hand up and up and under the thick wool of her scarf, he hesitated just a moment before placing his fingertips to the soft skin of her neck. She gasped, a sob drawn out on a breath. His left hand pushed into the small of her back. She pulled him in tighter.

They held each other there, flushed and desperate and weepy, for a time—how long, neither could say. As the hand rubbing her back would slow, she would squeeze his middle gently as if to say Not yet and he would answer with gentle pressure between her shoulder blades. When her grip on him would loosen, his fingers would drift into the hairs at the base of her neck, pulling her impossibly closer, and she would let him. This is how they stayed, questioning and answering each other as only they could with little more than a sigh passing through their lips.

Then, Kim began to pull gently away. He stiffened the moment he sensed her movement from him, but she did not try to leave his embrace, this wasn’t her intention, not truly. She only wanted to see his dear face, maybe say hello. Placing one hand on his chest, she leaned ever so slightly back as his arms moved to circle her waist. Tears clung to his lashes and dripped from the tip of his nose. He swallowed hard as her eyes roamed his face, different but somehow entirely the same. She felt like she was back in the HHM parking garage bumming a smoke from the new guy in the mailroom. Hundreds of days and miles from then, he was still hers.

Bringing both hands up, cupping his jaw, brushing his cheekbones with the pads of her thumbs, she smiled. “Jimmy.”

At this, his eyes closed, Kim holding him tenderly in her palms. He hasn’t heard that name in years. When was the last time he thought of himself as anyone other than Saul Goodman? Saul the criminal defense attorney. Saul on the run. Saul posing as a Cinnabon manager. More tears fell free.

Removing his hands from her waist, he held her delicate wrists, one in each hand, his thumbs mimicking her caress across his skin. She gave the slightest tilt of her head and he answered with a reed-thin voice, a sad smile, “It’s you.”

She knitted her perfectly arched brows, that tell-tale wrinkle emerging between them, her eyes soft and wet, red-rimmed. She bit her lip and began to shake her head, never removing her gaze from his. After a moment, she smiled again, smaller this time, lips closed, and slipped one hand smoothly into his, the other onto his shoulder, not willing to break contact.

“Sorry it took me so long.”

More tears welled in Jimmy’s eyes as he rolled them to the ceiling, heart aching.

“Kim…I…”

“I know.” A pause. He wouldn’t meet her eyes. “Baby, I know.”

From shoulder back to his neck, Kim guided Jimmy with her hand, resting his forehead against her own, meeting in the middle, holding him there.

“Oh god—” a sob broke from deep in his chest.

Kim stroked his neck, shoulder, face, back. Jimmy wept.

Tears darkened the collar of his polo shirt and the tremors running through his body prompted Kim to wrap herself around him once more, burying her nose in his neck, focusing on the sickly-sweet scent of yeasted dough rising, cinnamon, and icing sugar over the pain so fierce living in the main between her arms.

As all things do with time, his sobs became weaker and fewer, until his breathing returned to a shallow, exhausted inhale, sniffly exhale. Kim lifted him from her shoulder and he raised his eyes towards hers. Her lips twitched, and then she brought them to his cheek. One, then the other, over and over, like salve to a wound she covered his drying tear tracks with her lips. Gentle and soft, like the flap of a butterfly’s wings did she kiss him. And then, she centered herself, hand threading into his hair, she moved to his lips.

“Kim,” he whispered, a breath from her lips.

“Yes?”

“What if you’ve come all this way to find someone who…doesn’t exist. Not anymore.”

Again, Kim knit her brows and shook her head. She placed her right hand over his heart, lifted her shoulders gently in a shrug.

“It’s you.”

#better call saul #bcs #mcwexler #my fic

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it-was-all-a-beautiful-dream · 3 years

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Silva Lining (Saul Silva x Reader) Chapter 6 pt2

Here you have it peeps. Part 2 of chapter 6! I’m really enjoying writing this story and if anyone has watched the original Winx cartoon you’ll recognise some bits in this chapter. Also, wanted to let you know that if you've watched Fate: the winx saga, my fic is mostly based off that timeline, however, I won't be following it exactly if you’re wondering why certain events haven't happened already etc...

Warnings: Swearing/bullying?

Word count: 2.3k

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Oh god. You didn’t want to turn toward the voice, scared of what you were about to encounter. Saul visibly stiffened and not in the good way. If he was a cat the hair would be standing up on the back of his neck and he’d be poised to attack. His eyes looked at you quickly, it was a pleading look, one that you weren’t sure you like the look of.

“I thought It was your handsome face I saw from over there, fancy seeing you here.” The girl was still walking towards the booth and hadn’t seen you yet, you were on the side with your back facing her so were shielded still, until she got closer. You turned your head and instantly were hit with a wave of unexplained anxiety. It was like for a moment you had gone straight back to being that small, un wanted shell of a girl Saul had found months ago cowering on the forrest floor.

She was tall, slim, blonde and gorgeous, a lot of things you weren’t, you were total opposites. Where she wore a tight fitting figure hugging dress that showed off all her assets, and you meant ALL, you wore more of a muted outfit, sticking to your traditional fashion sense of white and black. Granted it was a date, you had made an effort to look nicer, no ripped skinny jeans this time, just normal black ones with platform Vans and a white sequinned top you’d borrowed from Stella, your leather biker jacket slung over the booth next to you. You noticed she was a lot older than you too, if you had to guess she was probably around 28, a lot closer to the age of your man sitting across from you. Her lips were a bold red, pearly white teeth shinning as she grinned at Saul.. until she noticed you sitting across from him.

“Oh you have company?” She said it more like a question rather than a statement, like she was surprised he was here with anyone. The woman crossed her arms rather matter of factly and didn’t hesitate in looking you up and down, subtly not her forte. The grin she was giving you made you a little nervous, gone was the one she wore for Silva, now this one was different, something crazy behind the woman’s eyes, almost predatory.

“And you are?” She looked straight at you, cocking her head, who the hell did she think she was. Saul was still quiet, you think shocked was the better word for it. Then he seemed to snap right out of it when he heard how you were being talked to.

“Glamour, this is my girlfriend Y/N.” Her whole face changed from a wicked smile to a look of disgust.

“You can’t be serious.” God if she was trying to make you feel any smaller she was surly succeeding. Now this, is what you called a Queen B, grade A Biatch! She would even give Stella a run for her money. “This, is what you left me for?” She shook her head in disgust and then even had the audacity to laugh. Sauls fists tightened, you slipped your foot back to his leg and moved it slightly, a reassuring touch.

“You know, I thought it was just a temporary thing, it’s only been two and a bit months after all, I thought it was just you getting stressed about going back to Alfea, but obviously you had ulterior motives.” What, wait, did she just say two and a bit months.. that means.. he was still dating this bitch when you had moved into Alfea and he was training you. In that moment you felt like an idiot. God, how could you have been so stupid, of course he would be going out with someone like her, she was perfect, everything a man could want, then there was you, a broken outcast who had no where to call home. What if you were just his charity case? The negatives thoughts came creeping in but you tried to push them down, you hadn’t felt this insecure in a long time. The booth seemed to crackle with energy, then you realised thin black clouds of fog hovering around you. Your powers were out of whack, it tended to happen when you were so emotional you couldn’t contain them. The woman looked a little rattled and Saul looked even more pissed.

“Glamour, that was in the past, we weren’t anything but a fling, you didn’t mean anything to me and I didn’t mean anything to you, whereas, Y/N, means everything to me. Now if you don’t mind, me and my girl are trying to enjoy our date. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.” Obviously she wasn’t used to being talked to the way Saul had because she let out an almighty screech of annoyance and stormed off, her heels clacking away on the tiled floor.

“When you get bored with your pet project and want a real woman you know where to find me.” Was her last comment before she made her dramatic exit. You let out the breath you’d been holding, unable to look Saul in the eyes, willing the tears of embarrassment to magically disappear from your face, that was one thing your magic wasn’t good for.

“Darling look at me.” You clenched your jaw as Saul hooked a finger under your face, lifting your chin, your glossy eyes meeting his. “She was nothing to me, nothing I promise you.. As soon as I knew I had feelings for you I cut all ties baby please believe me, you’re the only one I want, the only one.” You wiped the stray tear from your face hurriedly, Sauls face falling into a frown, he stood and slid into the same booth as you wrapping you in his big arms. You felt yourself calm. You felt safe again and you could tell he was telling the truth. Insecurities was a thing you’d struggled with forever, so you weren’t that surprised that they had creeped in, if there was one thing you did know, it’s that you trusted Saul with every fibre of your being.

He was right, the coffee in Magix was a billion times better than the coffee on earth. Heck, it didn’t even compare, you left the little place feeling buzzed and full of yummy goodness. Saul grabbed your hand, incasing it in his, the softness of you skin contrasting with his calloused fingers. It felt right.

“You ready to head home baby or do you want to check out a couple of shops first?” He had pulled you into his side, your head just meeting the top part of his chest, you snuggled into him, the warmth of his body radiating towards you. You should have been a little tired, it had been a fun filled morning, but the coffee was something you would need to adjust to, you were wide awake and felt like you could run a marathon.

“I saw a book shop on the way to the ice rink that I wanted to check out, and a clothes store that looked like it was kind of my thing, do you think we could stay a bit longer?” You craned your neck to look up at him, his grey eyes peering back at you, his mouth turned up into a charming smile.

“Sure sweetheart, do you remember how to get to the book store? While you’re there, there’s someone I need to talk to quickly about guard business..” He stroked his hand over your hair as you nodded your head, giving you a sweet peck on your forehead. “Just text me the name of the clothes shop you go to and i’ll meet you there okay? No wondering off..” He looked more serious at that part and you stood on your tiptoes to give him a reassuring kiss.

“Sure thing Sir.” With a wink you turned around, Saul slapping your ass playfully before you were out of reach which earned a giggle from you, gosh, that man.

It hadn’t taken long for you to retrace your steps to the wonderful looking bookshop you’d seen earlier that morning. The doors were heavy when you pushed them open and stepped into the most beautiful place you’d ever seen. You had always been a sucker for books, the nerd side of you squealed in delight. It was one of the things on earth that helped you escape reality, reading and imagining running away to different worlds, wether it was Wonderland, Forks or Hogwarts. What surprised you most about the shop was it was a lot bigger than you thought it would be, like stepping into a Tardis, reasonably sized on the outside, enormous on the inside.

You stepped forward tentatively, taking in your surroundings and the book smell that seemed to linger in the air. A woman with half moon shaped glassed that were perched on the end of her nose was sitting at the front desk, to you it seemed more like a library, maybe it was a bit of both. She looked up when she heard your footsteps, greeting you with a kind, grandmotherly like smile.

“Hello dear, can I help you with anything today?” That’s when you proceeded to tell her it was your first time in Magix and she talked you through everything. In the end you were lead to a space in the middle of the books, a round circle shape carved out in the middle of the stalls with an alter in the middle.

“This is the book alter, you ask the alter for the name of book you’re searching for, a subject or anything you can think of, and the shop will do the rest.” Of course it was magic too, you had to get used to the idea that everything would be now. A magic search browser, you could get used to that. The lady moved on, returning to her perch behind her desk.

“Okay okay, lets try…” You were thinking about what to ask for when the dream you’d had that day in the hospital came back to you.

“Find me anything on the ‘Dragon Soul.” the mystical voice had mentioned in in your hazy state and you naturally wanted to know more about where you’d maybe come from and what your powers were. A couple of books floated forward, one was a fictional book that was about mystical creatures, not what you were looking for, the other was labeled, “A brief history of the realms.” That one didn’t have a price, it had a coloured sticker, which meant you could take it out for a certain amount of time, just like a library, the different colours represent the time you can take it for. You sighed thinking that was all the place had to offer, millions of books and only one worth your time? Then you heard it. The creaking and slamming of iron. The gates opposite you held the restricted area, only accessible for teachers and higher people of power. A few books were battering themselves against the bars, trying to make their way towards you. Just before a shocked voice rounded the corner, a couple of the smaller books managed to squeeze through the bars and fly into your awaiting arms. Books had started flying all about you, something wrong with the altar. You ducked behind it for cover, almost knocked out by a fairy dictionary thicker than a brick.

“Stop!” You were relieved when the elderly librarian had arrived, making the books cease in mid air, the attack halted. “Sorry my dear, I don’t know what happened, the altar doesn’t normally behave like this.” She looked at you worriedly. Before she noticed you had the books under your top, you thanked her and made your way to the front doors, only checking out the book that had come to you first, while the other two remained hidden.

Saul had done exactly what he said he’d do, you had text him as soon as you’d cleared the book store, luckily the ones you wanted to keep hidden managed to fit inside the small shoulder bag you’d brought along. It didn’t take long for your man to come walking around the corner, a spring in his step and smile on his face when his eyes set upon you standing at the boutique.

“Did you find what you were looking for princess?” He pulled you into him, as if you’d been away for ages when it had only been 20 minutes.

“Yup, the books went crazy in there and almost took me out but I got what I went for, I think.” With that you both walked into the boutique, you weren’t planning on buying anything really, just wanted to have a look about, it had been months since you’d had a look around stores, it was nice to have a bit of normalcy. While Saul sat in the designated boyfriend seat, it didn’t take long for something to catch your eye. A black lacy dress that would be perfect for your birthday next week. You’d also snuck over to the lingerie section, looking for something more on the risqué side, it was as much a treat for you as it would be for Saul, but he wasn’t to know that yet. You’d managed to try on and pay for your items before he’d realised anything.

“That was quick what did you get?” He stood, stretching his arms above his head, his tight t-shirt rising slightly revealing the trail of hair from his belly button all the way down to…. your head shot up when you heard Saul clear his throat, he was smirking at you, one eyebrow raised. Cocky bastard. You playfully shoved him and rolled your eyes, making your way back into the street.

“That’s for me to know and for you to find out Mr Silva.”

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could I request a Farah/Saul...with maybe Farah taking care of hurt Saul...I need more content

Okay so this took me so long to write, I am terribly sorry I am so slow at this!

This one got away from me a little and I am laying it on thick with the angst but oh well... I hope you enjoy regardless

Thank you so much for the wonderful promt!!!

Soothe my Heart

It wasn’t often that Saul went out on a mission without Farah by his side and there were several good reasons for that.

First off he had a tendency to get hurt whenever she wasn’t there to have his back. It happened a lot. And it was annoying and easily to be avoided.

Secondly, in all the years they had worked together, fought together as a unit, they had rarely if ever been separated on any of the many assignments they’d been on together. It was always better to have your partner with you so they could make sure the other was alright.

Third and the most important reason for Farah, she worried when he was gone. It didn’t matter if he went out with a whole platoon of royally trained soldiers or not. She worried regardless.

Their bond was too strong and whenever she could feel even the slightest bit of anxiety or stress the headmistress had to get up from whatever task she’d been performing to walk off all that muscle tightness that wasn’t her own.

It was distracting to say the least and had also disrupted her class on several occasions.

Which brought us to Farah’s current predicament.

The mind fairy could feel heat radiating off of her bond with Saul. And it wasn’t a good kind of heat. Not the kind she felt when they were stumbling to their rooms late at night after leaving Bens and having had one glass too many of his home made parsnip wine.

It was piercing hot pain like an iron pulled from the flames, still glowing red from the fire. It was torching her nerve endings where she could feel herself being attached to Sauls mind.

It was excruciating and painful. And she could only imagine the pain he must be in, if this was how she felt still being many kilometres away from him.

The white hot pokers continued to stab her in the side with each minute passing. And the pain was worsening steadily which could only mean one thing. He was on his way back.

It gave her solace to know he’d be by her side again soon.

Finishing up classes early for the day Farah dismissed her pupils and went to search for Ben. She found him in his usual place, the greenhouse, tending to his flowers.

The way she came strutting into the room had the earth fairy on high alert in an instant.

Turning towards her Ben started “What’s going on?” brows knit together in concern.

Coming to a stop before the man Farah said “Saul is on his way back and he will be in need of medical attention.”

Having known of their bond for many years now, it didn’t even surprise the botanist anymore that the mind fairy could predict or rather know this before anyone had even called ahead to inform them.

Nodding Ben walked over to his well stocked medical cabinet and started preparing the small infirmary for the arrival of their patient.

“Is it a stabbing pain or rather an infectious pain? Is he still lucid?” her friend inquired.

Concentrating on the ever growing pain Farah focused on her bond with Saul trying to determine just how severely he had been hurt.

Scrunching up her face in concentration the headmistress replied “It’s definitely a localised pain radiating up from his flank. I can’t feel the onset of an infection yet so I don’t think it was an attack from a Burned One. I would be able to feel the difference.” She paused for a moment. “It could be a stab wound?” she wondered out loud.

Nodding again without taking his eyes off his task. “How close is he?” Ben questioned over his shoulder.

The bond Farah and her specialist shared didn’t exactly come with a GPS, but it was as close as it could get in her opinion, enabling the woman to vaguely feel the distance their bond had to travel.

“They shouldn’t be long now. I will wait for them at the gate. Maybe get Sky to help me get him here.” The fairy mused. The greenhouse was located to the far left side of the old school building. There was a pathway leading up to the entrance of Bens workplace but it wasn’t wide enough to navigate a car through. She’d have to bring him here on foot. With the help of her magic if need be. Begging to all the gods that were listening it wouldn’t come to that.

Farah shook her head to clear her mind of that thought and started walking out of the building back towards the main hall in the hopes of finding Sky. The boy needed to know.

Making her way through the winding corridors she tried to press down on the distress she was still getting from Saul and tried to concentrate on Sky’s energy. He was surrounded by friends that much she knew.

Not being able to stench the feeling of her specialists pain though, she opted for asking other students if they had seen the blonde soldier. She would not be able to find him with this much pressure pushing down on her feelings.

At last one of the first graders directed her to one of the reading nooks where she found Sky chatting and laughing with his friends Sam, Terra, Bloom and Musa.

Coming to a sharp halt in front of the group her face must’ve looked anxious in some way because the group stood up as soon as they saw her rounding the corner. All of them having apprehensive looks on their faces.

“Headmistress Dowling is everything okay?” Bloom asked immediately. Concern for the older woman clear in her voice.

Nodding Farah tried to smile reassuringly, “Yes Bloom, thank you. But I need to talk to Sky for a second. Alone.” she added.

Knowing it wasn’t a request the group dispersed quickly while still throwing worried glances at the headmistress and their friend as they went.

Sky’s face didn’t betray his emotions she could feel bubbling to the surface and she was very impressed by that.

Getting a little closer as to not alert any bypassing students Farah spoke lowly. “I need you to come with me. There has been an incident.”

Being the ever perceptive young man he was Sky picked up on her meaning almost immediately. “Is he alright?” he rushed out in a hushed tone.

Bowing her head Farah knew she couldn’t lie to him. Not about this. “He is severely injured. I don’t know more than that other than he’s in pain and on his way back.” Sky’s eyes widened a fraction his mouth falling open but unable to form the words she felt circling his mind.

“I will need your help to move him from the car to the infirmary.” The specialist in training nodded his head before she even had time to finish the sentence.

“We will meet the Queens cars by the gate but we will need to get him from there to the greenhouse and I don’t know if I can hold off on his pain and carry him all the way both at once.” she pressed on.

Sharing a nod with the boy they made to move towards the main hall again weaving their way through masses of students mingling on this early evening.

Reaching for the big door to the front of the school Farah let him pass through first before following him and closing the door quickly behind her.

She could already make out headlights coming up the path to the gate and they both began walking in the direction the cars where coming from.

On instinct the mind fairy braced herself for the onslaught of emotions that were coming their way.

The black jeep came to a halt in front of them and a Solarian guard opened the door to greet them.

“What happened?” the headmistress inquired without wasting a second on pleasantries.

The man didn’t waste any time either before opening the back door of the car.

With the last barrier between them gone the pain wafting off of the man lying in the back was like a punch to the stomach. She would’ve probably lost her footing if the need to get to him hadn’t propelled her forward in the first place.

She couldn’t even make out the words of the guard explaining the hows and the whys over the pounding in her ears anymore and in this moment she didn’t even care.

Taking the last steps she pushed past the guard and looked inside the cabin, bending over the crumpled form of her partner immediately.

“It’s not as bad as it looks Farah.” Saul tried to placate her while trying to slide out of the car.

Reaching out for him promptly the woman grasped him by the shoulders and pulled him towards her hauling him out of the enclosed space.

Stumbling as soon as his feet hit the gravel, Farah tried to steady him. Sky coming around from behind slipped underneath his other shoulder and took the brunt of his weight from her.

Looking him up and down while already steering them in the direction of the greenhouse she noted that he had already been patched up to a degree. There were bandages peaking out from his ripped shirt and he was limping quite severely too.

She could also feel his mind being a little foggy around the edges making her think he might’ve been drugged. Pain medication of some sort probably.

Struggling to keep the heavy man upright and moving, the two Alfeans staggered under his weight.

Covering the distance from the gate to the double doors of the greenhouse quickly while half dragging half carrying the injured man, Farah used her mind to give a powerful push to the door making it swing open for them.

Ben was already pacing up and down the space between the door and the infirmary when they stumbled into the room. He stepped up to them, taking Farah’s place at Saul’s side and helped them settle his injured friend onto the flat white surface of the stretcher in the corner of the room. She helped the men heave Silva’s legs onto the recliner as well before taking up her spot at the head of his prone form.

Just now noticing his pale complexion, the fairy sucked in a breath, before putting her hands on either side of his face tentatively.

Ben had already gotten to work cutting open his ruined shirt and peeling away the soiled bandages. It had indeed been a stab wound that she had felt.

Taking her eyes off of his wounded side again she looked into the face of the man before her with a solemn expression. He closed his own eyes for a second, leaning more fully into her touch, sweat glistening on his forehead.

Asking quietly what had happened, Farah waited with baited breath for him to open his eyes again and explain. After a while of just hearing him taking in shallow breaths and the soft sounds of Ben cleaning his wound he looked up at her again and swallowed thickly. “It was stupid really. It was standard procedure.” Ben snorted at this in disbelief. The absurdity of the situation making Saul grimace at how ridiculous it sounded to his own ears.

Farah nodded at him to continue. “It was basically just Luna trying to show off her power in the kingdom again. But it escalated into a small revolt in the blink of an eye. And I got stabbed by one of the insurgence party.” At this Farah’s eyes lit up with her powers and also barely contained anger.

Feeling this Saul grabbed one of the hands still holding his face and turned his head so he could place a soft kiss in the palm of her hand.

“He was barely Sky’s age. He was so afraid the guards were gonna kill him for just standing where he stood and he reacted on instinct taking me for one of Luna’s men.” he continued. Breathing deeply. “It was an accident.” he added. It was so like him to try to shield his own attacker from

Farah’s wrath. He had always had a heart too big for his own good.

“An accident that left you almost dying in an unmarked car on your way back here.” pitched in Ben while applying a local anaesthesia before getting ready to sow him back together.

Stepping up to Farah, Sky asked “Should I tell the guards to leave?” with a not small amount of distaste in his voice.

Having almost forgotten the boy was there the headmistress turned to her young pupil to address him directly. “They have already left Sky. But I would like for you to retire for the night now. Headmaster Silva is in the best of hands and we will inform you of any changes. I promise.” she vowed honestly.

Seeing as this was another situation where he needed to prove his level headedness Sky hesitated a moment before looking down at his father figure and getting a small reassuring smile in return from the man. “Okay.” he breathed out and looked up at his headmistress again. “Okay.” And with that he walked over to the double doors to the infirmary, looked back one last time and left.

Breathing out a sigh of relief, Saul sagged in on himself a little. The front he had tried to keep up for the sake of not worrying the boy having drained the last of his energy it seemed. “How bad is it really Ben?” He asked breathlessly wincing a little.

Not looking up from his work the earth fairy started to tie off the last of the stitches on the wound before saying “It is rather deep but it seems to have missed any of your organs. It is mostly just tissue damage. It will heal but it will keep you immobile for a little while. I’ll have to keep you on bed rest for a few days but you should be fine in the long run.”

Breathing out a sigh of relief of herself Farah closed her eyes and lowered her head to her partners forehead. She started to slowly caress his temples in a soothing motion making the man relax slightly.

Reaching deep inside his mind she started to look for his pain receptors. They were alight with stimuli at this point and she had a little trouble grasping at all of them all at once. But once she had gathered the strongest points of pain she started to pull them from him and into herself. Her own head began to hurt from the pressure she created.

Sighing Saul started to shake his head. “Stop it Farah. It’s too much.” But his almost begging went ignored by the fairy. She kept on soaking up his anxiety and hurt like a sponge.

Knowing what was coming Ben got up from putting the last of the bandages on the wound and brought over a nearby chair for Farah to sit down on. Not needing an invitation she let herself fall into the cushioned stool and kept on stroking Sauls face.

The sensation of taking on someone’s pain had always been a difficult one. But taking on your partners pain was a whole different world of anguish. Their bond was so powerful that it left her panting with the sensation of tiny needles prodding her brain and then experiencing the wound for herself in every way but the physical. The only thing lacking in this exchange though was the blood.

Panting out one final puff of air the mind fairy leaned back in her chair suddenly and tried to calm her breathing. Putting her head in her hands for a moment to collect herself she suddenly felt the specialists hand in her hair. Carding his fingers through her wavy locks still held up by a few pins he proceeded to caress the side of her face with his thumb.

“You didn’t have to do that Farah. Not all of it. Never all of it.” he breathed. But hearing the relief in his voice let her know she had made the right choice.

Looking up from her hands again she found his gaze already resting on her. A relieved little smile playing around his lips. But she could also see pain there from causing her so much grief.

Tutting she got to her feet again already shaking her head. She took the half step separating them on unsteady feet until she was standing close to his side again.

Letting her fingers slowly move across his cheeks she bent down to lay a gentle kiss on his sweaty brow before putting her forehead to his again. Blowing out a shaky breath, letting it waft over his face she shook her head whilst never losing contact to his skin. “Of course I did. You know I always will.”

Nodding a small nod of his own the man admitted defeat albeit unhappily, fully knowing he’d do the same thing in a heartbeat had their roles been reversed.

Feeling a lot stronger now with the pain not lingering in every pore of his being Saul grasped Farah’s face in both his hands and nuzzled her forehead for a moment before trying to get up from his reclined position.

Feeling and seeing the movement both the headmistress and the earth fairy at his side went to help him sit up.

Letting out a small grunt as the motion pulled at his fresh stitches Silva let his feet fall to the ground and tested his bearings. Farah having moved to support his side inched closer to him to be able to assist if need be.

Standing up as straight as he could manage the specialist looked down at his side and put a hand to the bandage for a second before his eyes landed on Ben still standing close by in case he was needed.

Putting a reassuring hand on the other mans shoulder Saul said “Thank you old friend. I’m as good as new.” and gave him a small grin. Scoffing at that Ben responded quickly by saying “Hardly but I know you are in good hands.” Moving his eyes to his other friend standing to support Silva, Ben looked at Farah now. “You okay to get him to his quarters on your own?” he continued.

Nodding the mind fairy slipped beneath her injured specialists shoulder and started to move him in the direction of the door. Throwing a small goodnight over his shoulder Saul grasped at Farah’s arm to keep from staggering.

Opening the door for them with her powers she put her hand not lying on Sauls uninjured side on his stomach to keep him balanced. They hobbled slowly in the direction of his sleeping quarters. The quiet of night being their only companion. They didn’t feel the need to talk on their way up the long winding passageways and staircases of the old school. They were very content to just be in each other’s company without talking, seeing as they knew what the other must be thinking anyways.

Upon reaching the door to his quarters Saul put out a hand and pushed it open, letting them into the room. Farah let the door shut behind them with a small click as the lock latched into place.

She steered them in the direction of his bed and proceeded to set him down gently on the neatly folded sheets. Looking him up and down carefully the fairy wondered “Do you want to take a shower or just sleep for now?” she reached to help him get out of his ripped shirt before even having asked the question.

“I don’t think I could manage a shower if I tried to be honest.” he laughed softly. She knew he meant it as a joke but could also hear an underlying truth and honesty laced with his words which told her just how bone tired he must be.

Nodding once the headmistress got to work undressing him and decided it would suffice to leave him in just his boxers before pulling back his sheets and helping him get settled beneath the covers.

Sighing Saul stretched out his long limbs and looked up at the woman. Holding out his hand for her to take, she came closer to his side immediately. “Will you be staying?” he asked with more than a little pleading in his eyes.

The fairy conceded without hesitation. Nodding, she straightened up again before kicking off her heels and crawling onto the covers to sit next to him stretching out her legs in front of her fully.

Saul took this as permission to get closer. The headmaster rolled onto his stomach at an angle as to not put pressure on his sore side and laid his head in her lap.

Throwing his arm across her legs he grabbed on to her tightly before slumping down into her body in a boneless heap and let out a content sigh.

Still reeling in his pain through her mind the fairy also let out a small sigh in relief at being able to sit like this. Starting to relax herself she put her hands on his head and started to massage his scalp in a soothing motion. Moaning a little in bliss, Saul let out a big puff of air from his lungs. Grasping onto her legs tighter he caressed her thigh where his hand had found a spot to call home.

They continued to lie like this in companionable silence just feeling the other all around them.

It was Saul who broke the silence first. “I am sorry I caused you to worry.” he mumbled it into her thigh so softly she had to strain her head a little to hear his words.

Letting out a sad sigh she let her hand wipe across his brow to soothe his worry lines she could see forming there.

“I felt your pain since the moment it happened Saul.” she gave back quietly.

Letting out another groan but this time in discomfort the man turned his face further into her legs. The air coming out of his mouth warming her thigh letting a tingle of heat seep into her bones. „I’m sorry.“ he pressed the words into her skin more than actually saying them.

Humming softly Farah continued to card her hands through his hair more firmly now. She knew he would never cause her pain willingly if he could help it. It was hard for him to hold back his feelings sometimes causing their bond to simmer with activity. But she wouldn’t have it any other way if it meant she knew he was still alive.

Wiping a few wisps of hair that had fallen into his face away, Farah hummed again. “Don’t be.” Patting his cheek softly she went on “I like knowing you’re still alive out there.” Smiling at feeling his lips forming a smile of his own on her skin she thought of something else.

“We need to stop doing this.” she muttered sadly.

Not knowing what she meant by that he let her gather her thoughts quietly. He could feel she needed to say something and he would give her all the time in the world to find the right words for it.

After a short pause she continued on tangling her hands through his short hair.

“We can’t go out on assignments on our own anymore. I don’t care what Luna has to say about it and how much she despises seeing my face.” Letting a breath leave her lips in an exasperated manner she pushed on. “If she needs either one of us for something again we go together.” The finality in her statement made him giggle a little.

Tugging on his ear softly the headmistress scolded the man in her lap “Oh don’t you laugh at me now Saul. It’s not funny.” Belying her own words she puffed out a small laugh herself.

“Hey, injured man here. Stop tugging on my ear woman!” he feigned being hurt gaining him another soft tug shortly after.

After giggling softly to themselves for a minute the room grew quiet again.

“I can’t bear it Saul.” With this Farah grew solemn. But she pushed on to get her point across. “I can’t walk these halls and teach these young minds what it means to control their powers when I can feel a knife being pushed through your flesh as if it were my own.” It saddened her to know he felt bad about it even though he had no way of preventing it from happening. He couldn’t shield his feelings from her like she could from him. He wasn’t trained like she was.

Knowing she wouldn’t want to hear another apology he opted for rubbing circles into her thigh again. It seemed to have the desired effect as she sighed a little in response to his ministrations.

“You should get some sleep.” She mumbled softly.

Nodding he responded “So should you.” Before letting out a yawn, almost biting into her leg with the force of it.

Smiling she caressed his head a little more softly now. “I will. Now close your eyes.”

He did as he was told and it didn’t take him long to fall over the edge of unconsciousness. Snoring softly.

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He woke up some time later to the feeling of slight shifting beneath him.

Farah had gotten up during the night to take off her dress as he could see it hanging from a chair in the corner of the room. She was now clad in an old black t-shirt and a pair of boxer briefs of his.

How she had managed to do that without waking him he didn’t know.

She was lying on her back, her arms wrapped around him. He had his head pillowed beneath her breasts resting on her stomach as it moved up and down with each breath she took. One of her knees slung over his ribs where he lay nestled between her legs, bracketed by her thighs. He didn’t know where he began and she ended anymore. But he didn’t care. It was the most comfortable and safe he had felt in years lying with her like this.

Snuggling down again he pressed his face to her belly softly. Her shirt had ridden up during the night granting him access to the soft skin of her stomach. He laid a kiss on the spot where his lips met her skin making her shiver subconsciously in her sleep.

Still asleep as if wanting to make sure he was still alright, Farah wound her arms around his head and let her hands sink into his hair at the base of his neck. Sighing softly she settled down, her breathing evening out again.

They were going to be alright.

They were home.

Together.

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Cyberpunk 2077 Prompt Event (16/30)

As usual you can read this on AO3.

Daily Prompt: April 16 - sitch - Vehicle breaks down in Badlands - Do they call for help? If yes, who?

Technical Prompt: 4. Zeugma

This is just some time, maybe a few days or a week after In Your Arms (Val/Saul fluff two shot) and Riders on the Storm.

"So, the engine works, but..." Val walks up and down the road, passing the Apollo. "I can clock down gears but not up. Stuck in first now. So something with the clutch I guess... I have no fucking idea Panam." The desperate sound of her voice matches her expression as she stops next to the bike and looks at Panam via holo. "No clue about tech, you know me."

"Sound's like your clutch cable snapped." Panam's voice is calm, and Val isn't sure if she finds that reassuring or not. "Which bike, tho?" "Scorpian's Apollo." Val sounds like she's feeling quite worried about the bike.

Panam hesitates only a moment, then she answers. "We have enough parts for the Apollo. Don't worry, V." She offers Val a reassuring smile. "There are a few of us on the road. Flick me your coords, I'll radio if someone's close to you...."

Val takes a deep breath and nods. "Okay..." "I'll text you if it takes longer, okay?" When Val only replies with a nod, Panam gives her one last smile before hanging up.

Val sits down in the warm desert sand, leaning her back against the shady side of a larger rock, and waits. She waits maybe half an hour, maybe more, had been waiting for an hour before she called Panam - hoping a car would randomly drive by.

~~~

Then she finally hears the sound of an engine, and she stands up in a hurry. It's clearly a nomad car, she can tell from a distance, and she sighs in relief. The modified version of a sports car stops on the roadside. Because of the CrystalDome, she can't see who's inside, and she's even more surprised when Saul gets out.

"I wouldn't have guessed a girl like you had trouble pulling over a car." He says with a grin. "Oh, I would stop a car - if one would pass by." Val looks around. "It's not exactly a highway. Until now, no one else's driven by." She looks back at Saul, who walks closer, but his gaze is on the bike and not on her.

"I didn't expect the clan leader himself to come to my rescue. You are my knight in shining armor." She smirks at him when he looks at her and Saul chuckles low - a deep sound sending shivers down her spine. "I was the closest to you..." He looks around. "What are you doin' here in the Wastelands?"

"Got a Gig for Dakota." Val shrugs. "Mhmm." Saul pauses and looks at her for a moment before looking back at the motorcycle that stands between them. "So what's the problem?" "I dunno, but I can't get it up gears..." Val sighs.

Saul looks at her with raised eyebrows and Val shrugs. "Okay, look. I can take apart a computer and put it back together again - blindfolded. I can take my guns apart, clean them and put them back together in my sleep. And doors I can't hack, I can usually break open. Apart from that - I have no fucking clue about tech - and even less about vehicles, okay?"

"Okay, okay." Saul chuckles again, looks down at the Apollo. "Panam told me already, your clutch cable snapped probably. Let me take a look."

~~~

"Yeah, like we guessed." Saul nods. "So?" Val looks at him questioningly as he wipes his hands on his pants. "So, ya need a new cable. We should have some in camp." He nods toward the car. "Hop in."

"But..." Val looks at the Apollo. "Yeah, I know." Saul pushes the bike into some bushes and Val's worries aside, because now you can't see it straight away when driving by. "Okay?" He turns around and looks at Val asking, who nods and smiles in relief. "Good, let's go."

~~~

"How long did ya wait?" "Maybe... two hours." Val shrugs while looking out the window. "In the sun?" He raises his eyebrows and looks at her from the side. She doesn't look over at him, avoids his gaze. "Behind a rock, but still..."

Saul reaches for something in the driver's door. "Here." And he hands her a soda can while looking ahead at the road. Val grabs it, their fingers touching for a moment. "Thanks." She drinks greedily, then sighs and leans back in her seat.

~~~

Being a co-driver always makes her sleepy. Especially after an exhausting day in the hot desert and with too little sleep the night before. She stifles a yawn, but Saul notices anyway. "Tired?" "A lil..." She nods. "Was up early... long day..."

Saul says nothing more. Is he thinking the same thing Val is thinking about? The night at Ingalls' farm? Val considers for a moment whether or not she should do it, then she asks, "How do you sleep lately?"

Saul turns to her, eyebrows raised. Then he snorts, and Val grins in relief as he relaxes. He looks ahead again before answering. "Not quite as well as the night with you." His voice is calm and a bit lower now.

"Mhmm." Val hums, then she puts her hand on his, which lies on the center console. He hesitates for a moment before interlacing his fingers with hers.

"What about you?" He asks without looking at her. "I sleep better in the city. But I still can't sleep well alone..." Val hesitates. He can know, he should know, that she rarely sleeps alone, so he doesn't have expectations... But she doesn't have to make a big deal out of it now...

~~~

The sun is getting closer to the horizon as they get closer to camp. "Do ya have another gig tonight or... other biz?" He asks in a calm voice. "Hmm? No..." Val looks at him from the side, but he looks straight ahead.

When Saul says nothing else, she asks, "Why're you askin'?" "The question is, if we have to fix your bike tonight..." Val looks at him with raised eyebrows, "And the other option would be?" He looks at her. "You could sleep in the camp." And he looks ahead on the road again.

She smirks at him. "Just somewhere in the camp?" He chuckles low - fuck, she loves the sound of that. He seems to think about what to say for a moment. His thumb brushes over her hand, lying in his. "Let's say, I'm kinda selfish and would like a good night's sleep again."

Val giggles and shakes her head in amusement. "So?" He looks at her again from the side, with an almost serious, expecting expression on his face. Val nods and smirks at him. "Yeah, fine, the bike can wait 'til tomorrow."

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Okay, okay. Sorry for this cliffhanger. I'll definitely continue this! This is practically the beginning of the 2nd part of the Val/Saul series. A series, that's way softer than I had planned - first In Your Arms and now this - why is it so fluffy? They have not even kissed yet! Well, let's see what happens next - at some point after the Prompt Event.

#moxwrites2077 #cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #oc: val griffin #saul bright #prompt fill #prompt fic #fic

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sodalitefully · 4 years

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Rose Petals & Petty Rivalries [GNR AU, Slaxl] 🌹🌹

The Hollywood Rose is a florist, run by Axl Rose and Izzy Stradlin (in lieu of the actual owner, who never seems to make an appearance), with Duff McKagan behind the wheel of the delivery truck. Axl likes working there; he likes the flowers, he likes the quiet, and he likes how things don’t ever change: business is slow but steady, customers are as predictable as ever… and the tattoo parlor next door is still a pain in his fucking ass. Don’t even get him fucking started about how it scares off the Rose’s customers by attracting seedy thugs, or how the owner is a fucking creep that Axl may or may not have history with.

Seriously, don’t: Izzy might actually gouge his eyes out with plant clippers if he has to hear Axl’s rant one more goddamn time.

Tracii Guns opened up the L.A. Guns tattoo parlor a few years ago, and he doesn’t plan on moving anytime soon, no matter how much animosity he gets from the flowerboy next door. Business is going well for once; so well, in fact, that Tracii has decided it’s time to hire a second artist.

There’s just one problem with that: There’s only one tattoo artist in LA who is both up to Tracii’s standards and looking for a place to set up shop, and that person is Saul Hudson, better known as Slash, a talented, hotshot artist who also happens to have a rivalry with Tracii dating all the way back to their school days when they first upgraded from stick-and-pokes to cheap tattoo kits.

Tracii left his mark on more of LA’s reckless youth than Slash did in their teen years, but just barely and only because Slash was often distracted by anything from BMX to zookeeping. He may have gotten a slower start to his career, but Slash’s talent as an artist is now making him a hot commodity in the tattooing community – If Tracii doesn’t grab him now, someone else will hire him soon enough, and Tracii can’t risk that kind of competition.

So Tracii reaches out and Slash accepts the job offer, but that doesn’t mean their little rivalry has been resolved. Tracii tells Slash that there’s not enough space in the tiny shop for both of their work stations on street level, so he assigns Slash the basement. Slash actually really likes the space, once he gets it all cleared out and set up the way he likes (he calls it “the snakepit” in his head), but he’s not about to let Tracii get first pick of every customer who walks in the door. Whenever he’s not with a client, Slash is hovering around upstairs, putting his art up on the walls, greeting potential customers from behind the counter, and generally doing everything he can to poach Tracii’s clients. Tracii does not appreciate his efforts, but when he’s in the middle of an appointment there’s nothing he can do to stop him.

So now Tracii has to deal with competition from his own employee (though by no means is their feud one-sided…) on top of his pissy neighbor who somehow manages to give Tracii an impressive amount of attitude while also blatantly ignoring him. Of-fucking-couse things only get worse when the two meet.

Duff is new in town, fresh from Seattle, Washington, and working two jobs to pay for his shitty bug-infested studio apartment: by day, he drives the Hollywood Rose delivery van, and by night he waits tables at a steakhouse across town. So he’s not entirely caught up on the details of Axl and Tracii’s bad blood, and comes into work one morning eager to show off his brand new tattoo.

He got it from an artist that his buddy Steven recommended. “It’s just the place next door, Axl, have you gotten any of your tattoos done there?” An innocent question, perfectly reasonable, and yet –

“…Oh. You went there?” Poor Duff did nothing to deserve the look of sour disdain that Axl is serving.

"Uh. Yeah, I got it done in the basement, seemed like a pretty neat place. Why, what’s up?"

“Wait – in the basement?"

"Yeah, Ax, Tracii’s got a new hire,” Izzy threw in, still admiring Duff’s new ink – it was well done, he had to admit. "I’m surprised you have’t seen him around, he’s pretty, uh, distinctive. Big fluffy hair, likes jewelry and leather?"

“Izzy, that describes about half of Guns’ clientele."

“Nah, you’ll know him when you see him, trust me.” Duff bobbed his head in agreement.

“Hm. What’s his name?”

“Slash. He’s a nice guy, really talented –” Duff adds, but Axl has stopped listening, and started formulating a plan.

For the past two years, give or take, since L.A. Guns opened its doors, Axl has been making a point of going to any and all of Tracii’s competitors to get his ink done, without so mach as sparing a glance at the parlor next door (not counting the occasional glowering from behind slanted blinds, or fantasizing about ramming his car into Tracii’s trash bins in the shared parking lot). But that day, Axl marches right into L.A. Guns, meets Tracii dead in the eye and demands an appointment as soon as possible – with Slash.

Tracii gapes at him for a second. The shock of seeing Axl in his shop fades quickly, replaced by an expression that broadcasts Are You Fucking Kidding Me loudly enough to be picked up by any radio antenna in a 30-mile range.

“You can’t be serious Axl. Why don’t you go back to your fucking daffodils and leave me the fuck alone, hm?"

Axl arches a brow and opens his mouth to retort, but he’s cut off by a tangle of curly hair and bare limbs that swoops in, shoves Tracii back, and tips forward over the countertop until his frizzy bangs are inches from Axl’s face, all in one fluid rush that Axl can barely follow.

“He doesn’t want to talk to you, Guns, so why don’t you scurry off and give us a minute to take care of business?” He doesn’t say it like a question, and he smirks when Tracii throws up his hands with a huff and stalks off to his station at the back of the room. Once he and Axl are granted the illusion of privacy, the smirk transforms into a dazzling grin, propped up on his fist as he – Slash, obviously (Axl realizes what Izzy meant when he described the man as “distinctive”) – leans forward on the tall counter, offering Axl his best “sorry about my crazy boss now how can I help you?” look.

“So, you’re interested in a consultation appointment?"

Axl belatedly realizes that he’s blushing. “Fluffy hair, likes jewelry and leather” was obviously an inadequate description; Izzy had failed to prepare Axl for Slash’s warm brown eyes, for the way the hoops in his ears peek out from his mass of soft-looking curls or the way his sleeveless shirt shows off the ink on his tanned arms... And that’s not to mention his beautifully infectious smile.

“Yeah,” Axl responds, his voice pitching up a bit against his will. “Maybe around this time tomorrow, if you’re available?"

Slash flips open a day planner and hovers his pen over tomorrow’s date. “How does tomorrow evening at 5:15 sound?"

“That would be great."

“And your name?"

“Axl Rose."

Slash pauses and glances down at Axl’s work clothes, lingering on the pin over his pocket with his first name and the shop logo. He looks back up at Axl with a bemused expression. “Axl Rose? Who are you, the mascot?"

“Hey!"

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Slash giggles then manages to compose himself. “Axl Rose at 5:15,” he pens the appointment in slanted script. “I didn’t mean to make fun… Did you do the arrangements in the front windows? They’re really beautiful."

“…Thank you.” As a tattooed florist with anger issues, Axl is in no position to stereotype, but he still wasn’t expecting to hear that from Slash. If he wasn’t blushing before, he certainly is now.

Tracii scoffs loudly behind Slash, and Axl’s pink flush is abruptly replaced by an angry, embarrassed red. He hunches his shoulders and mutters a thank you when Slash slides him business card with the appointment time scribbled on the back, then heads for the door as confidently as he can manage. This whole plan to piss Tracii off is going to backfire if he keeps getting flustered by the cute, overly-friendly new artist.

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” Slash calls after him cheerfully.

Slash watches him walk out the door and back towards the Rose, then finally turns around to meet Tracii’s incredulous scowl.

"You’re not really going to do a piece for him, are you?"

"Uh, yeah, why wouldn’t I?"

"’Cause he’s a Grade-A fucking asshole who’s had it out for me and my shop ever since I moved in."

Slash laughs dismissively. "You’re full of shit, Tracii, he seems like a real sweetheart to me."

Tracii snorts. "Axl Rose, a fucking sweetheart?”

“You jealous, Guns?”

“Hardly,” Tracii says with a scowl. “He’s going to hate the tattoo and then use it as an excuse to give me even more shit than he already does. It’ll be unbearable around here with him bitching all the time.”

“You mean like how you’re bitching right now? You don’t know shit,” Slash declares, “because Axl is going to love his new ink and you’re not going to hear a thing from him except when he’s beating down our door to beg me for more.”

I’m afraid my ideas are getting predictable, but I couldn’t fucking resist. Tagging @fan-with-issues for chatting w me about this au, and @insipidrhyme just because.

Shoutout to Tracii Guns for once again stepping in when I want to give a side character a hard time. You’re a good sport, Trace.

#yikes it's been a month since i last posted #sodafics #slaxl #slash #saul hudson #axl rose #gnr #guns n roses #hollywood rose #tracii guns #la guns #l.a. guns #florist x tattoo artist au #and you thought I couldn't get more cliche #i've been staring at this for too long so i guess it's time to post

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steveharrington · 4 years

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thots on the 100 1x04 murphy’s law

•MURPHYS MF LAW BABY i remember loving this one so my expectations are high

•feel like i missed something here with the whiplash from wells dying to like clarke already being well into her mourning period also she doesn’t seem THAT sad for her childhood best friend

•i’m no scientist but like. the bracelets track their vitals right? so why when someone dies does it say “transmission terminated” like why would the wristband disconnect you feel me why wouldn’t it just record the lack of heart rate

•the way monty is literally doing all the work by himself

•”maybe we should let the little girl do the lifting for you huh” ugh murphy feminist king <333

•I FORGOT HE FUCKING PEED ON SOMEONE WHAT THE FUCKKKKKK YOU WANTED A WATER BREAK DDKDNDJEJF OH MY GOD

•”jasper it’s been a week” octavia he’s … traumatized

•jasper has the worst luck of anyone probably in the history of the world

•feels like i should mention by now that when i forced my mom to watch this show with me she had like a thing for kane. do with that what you will

•raven is the prettiest person alive. period.

•this is so fucked up murphy didn’t deserve this shit what the fuck i’m heated

•clarke be like i think we should accuse murphy of murder in front of everyone and then when people go lord of the flies and try to hang him i will act upset and shocked

•why is bellamy like agonizing over this decision what the fuck

•BELLAMY KICKS THE THING OUT FROM UNDER HIM AND THEN GOES THIS IS ON YOU ??? THESE TEENS ARE ALL ON CRACK

•charlotte waiting until AFTER they’ve hung murphy to be like guys stop :( i killed wells :( damn kids these days

•nygel aka the lawyer from better call saul who’s like where the fuck did you get $7 million

•well this scene went over my head at age 14 huh

•nygel said whoever asks for the pressure regulator your moms a hoe

•i wouldn’t say it’s gonna be okay and then send someone off with clarke and finn that pretty much ensures that they won’t be okay

•murphy literally has a POINT LIKE THIS IS FUCKED UP THEY TRIED TO KILL HIM ???? FOR SOMETHING HE DIDNT DO

•no way did he just deck jasper in the face no fucking way is jasper that unlucky

•”you can’t just kill someone to make yourself feel better” HM clarke remember that bit of wisdom when the season two finale rolls around u mass murdering girlboss

•clarke and finn are so bad at everything you literally lost the child you were supposed to be keeping safe within like a few hours

•jackson not even saying hello just starting the call with “abby. did you take morphine from the clinic” sjdjdbf

•im sick of listening to clarke talk too murphy damn

•wish charlotte was a little bit uh how do i say it. better at acting oh she jumped

•rip charlotte

•aw man bye murphy baby i’ll miss you. see you in the virus episode <3

•finn i hate you but giving murphy the knife. that was cool

•i’m confused why did we jump from raven being like “ugh the part doesn’t work” to raven blasting off what happened dkcjdnc

•BYEGONE BY VOLCANO CHOIR THIS SONG WAS MY LIFE I KNEW THIS EPISODE SLAPPED FOR A REASON

•jasper you ARE cursed. you are. i’ve never seen a more unlucky character in my life. it’s a miracle you made it 4 seasons

•jactavia was cute in a platonic way but i hate when they kiss it feels wrong it feels misguided

•EWWW FINN YOURE SO GROSS EW EW EW

•how dare they play byegone by volcano choir over finn and clarke fucking

•my assessment of this episode: 6/10. not as good as i remembered? i don’t know like who i’m supposed to sympathize with at this point like clarke did literally wrongfully accuse someone of murder in front of a crowd and then get them HUNG and bellamy did HANG him and charlotte did MURDER wells and like i’m supposed to be mad at murphy? i don’t think so baby. if i feel sorry for anyone it’s jasper. stream byegone by volcano choir

#rewatching t100

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wearevillaneve · 4 years

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Killing Eve S3, E1: “Slowly Slowly Catchy Monkey” is a big, flashing yellow light.

The wait is over! Last night we got our first taste of sinful Eve and sinful Villanelle in over a year and after the shitstorm that was their final encounter in Rome, we were were all left wondering what comes next for our malevolent Murder Wives. The answer is “Slowly Slowly Catchy Monkey” which some KE stans are taking as a caution to chill, sit back and let the show continue being the slowest of slow burns it has been in its 16 previous episodes. Sorry. I just can’t. This episode was choppy erratic and some parts weren't put together well. The wedding itself was a huge letdown. There was like NO chemistry between Villanelle and her bride. Like zero. No kissing, no hand-holding, no excitement. Were you thirsting for V to lip lock her lady love? Me too, but the Killing Eve writers seemingly said, “HA! YOU GET NOTHING!” Villanelle just seemed like she was sleepwalking through her so-called “special day.”

Then Dasha shows up, Villanelle immediately attacks her and the wedding ends up in an all-out brawl with the two Russian killers, nursing shared bloody noses as their car with a “Just Married” sign on the back and tin cans tied to streamers rattle and clatter.

It didn’t work. Any of it. What the fuck happened to those promises that Villanelle was very much “loved up” with her Spanish senorita? I didn’t see anything remotely resembling affection between V and her boo. Maybe in another episode we’ll learn more, but conceivably that could be the last we see of The Bride of Villanelle.

The high points of this muddled premier was Villanelle’s sloppy kill of a shop owner and Kenny taking a tumble. Off a building. Insert your preferred South Park joke here. I’m sure Sean Delaney’s heard them all by now.

It would really make Carolyn a monster if she were to off her own son, but would I be totally surprised if she did? Nope.

Meanwhile, Eve be Evein’. Working a shit job, visiting her PTVD (Post-Traumatic Villanelle Disorder) suffering hubby in the convalescent home and protesting way too much how much she’s totally done with her old life...right up until she’s not. Drunk texting Kenny was cute, and they had a sweet moment just sitting there and talking. I’m going to miss Kenny. He was the only character (Niko’s not a character. He’s a foil) whose moral compass wasn’t hopelessly damaged or totally broken. Sandra did so much with so little to work with while Jodie’s Villanelle seemed slightly bored by the whole proceedings. I know the feeling.

It's not an unfair observation to note that while Phoebe Waller Bridge thought it was a good move to empower other women by changing out the showrunner/head writer each season it does cost KE the continuity that other shows have. Vulture writer Jen Cheney explained how these substitutions may explain Killing Eve’s maddening inconsistency. And those qualities sprang from series creator Phoebe Waller-Bridge, who also acted as lead wrier in season one. Though she’s still an executive producer, Waller-Bridge has passed that baton to a different woman each season. Last season it was her friend, actress (Call the Midwife, The Crown), writer, and now director (Promising Young Woman) Emerald Fennell. In season three, it’s Suzanne Heathcote, a British playwright who previously worked on Fear the Walking Dead. It’s wonderful that different women are getting this opportunity and being encouraged to pursue their own visions. But inevitably, it leads to a show that, season to season, lacks consistency and has lost the idiosyncrasy that originally defined it.

Killing Eve is empowering women in front and behind the camera and that’s good. But none of them have topped Waller Bridge’s opening act and that’s bad. Case in point: Better Call Saul which just had maybe their best episode last week and was directed by creator Vince Gilligan and his number two, Peter Gould. I think it helps to have an overarching vision and creative continuity for a show to truly grow and flourish. I'm all for putting women in positions formerly occupied by men, but I can see why some critics and fans feel Killing Eve may have reached the end of its shelf life with the whole "cat-and-mouse/will-they-or-won't-they" dynamic. There's still space to explore, but not a whole lot. At some point they have to move the story along. We still don't know much more about The Twelve in S3 than we did in S1, as we learned nothing about them in S2. KE is a compressed show due to its limited number of episodes. Sometimes in erratic episodes like the S3 opener where the wedding turns into a brawl it doesn't entirely work. Nor would I place too much faith in the suggestion by some fans that PWB is overseeing the entire workings of the show behind the scenes. Phoebe doesn't seem the type to be looking over the shoulder of her successors and telling them, "Do this. Don't do that." Being a showrunner means just that: You Run the Show. The six-month time jump was an error. It robbed us of Eve’s recovery and how Villanelle moved on and into another relationship. If you drop the entire opening sequence of Dasha’s origin story and instead focus on how Eve survived her last encounter with Villanelle or show where she went after she shot her obsession down in cold blood.

The bloom is off the KE rose. You’re only news for a short time and then you’re old news with a past track record that is ripe for to be reviewed and compared. That may not be fair to the show, but it is fair for critics and audiences to compare what Killing Eve is to what it was and conclude while it’s better than 99 percent of the competition, it’s just not as good as it once was.

If we had been given that scene perhaps we might have a better perspective why Eve is so pathetic and why Villanelle is trying to put on a happy face when she’s anything but. I mean she treated her supposed bride like one of her dead exe’s.

That would have been enough to up the premier to a “B.” But we didn’t get that scene so I’m dropping the grade down.

Oh, and fuck you Niko. Mr. Nice Guy and a permanently weak, wimpy, wuss of a character. Every time you show up with your droopy mustache I have to resist the urge to projectile vomit. It should have been your pitiful ass one to take The Big Drop instead of Eve’s last link to normalcy and possibly, sanity.

Rest In Power, Kenny Stowton. You met someone all right, but it turned out to be the Grim Reaper. Plus, you probably died a virgin. You deserved better, but then so did we.

FINAL GRADE: B-

#Killing Eve #eve polastri #villanelle #eve vs. villanelle #dasha #konstantin #carolyn martens #eve x kenny #Kenny Stowton #niko sucks #ke s3

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villa-kulla · 4 years

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Quarantine Q&A

Tagged by @fontainebleau22 thanks! What an excellent ask meme lol

Are you staying home from work/school?

~rant ahead~

Yeah, so the school I work at is closed until at least May, and it will likely be closed for the rest of the year. We’ve moved to online learning which is a mix of live video class and independent projects. However, unfortunately as a support teacher who isn’t paid an annual salary, I’m covered for absolutely none of this:S I’m also not even guaranteed the same hours of work with my usual students (I work only with the international ones) because people’s families are so in flux right now. It’s totally understandable that they wouldn’t want to pay for their kids to have support anymore, since their kids won’t be able to get the same specialized classes/IEPs they’d usually get with me in person. So we’ll see, one family has basically jumped ship, and I’m still waiting to hear back from a lot. I had a mini class this morning though with one of my second graders and it was adorable quite frankly. But yeah I’ll have missed essentially two weeks of work at this rate, am paid for zero of the online prep work I’ve done (which has been a lot lol fml), I have no idea how many more (if any) students I’ll get and it’s definitely a bit of a stress. Anyways this could be a much longer rant haha but I do really need to speak to the school about my current position because the support teachers are really being left out in the cold on this one. This was going to be my last year there anyways, and depending on what work I’m even able to get with them now, I sense unemployment insurance in my future lol

~rant over~

If you’re staying home, who’s there with you?

My cat and I are actually staying with my parents at the moment which is...an adjustment haha. My parents and I are very close and I love spending time with them, and it’s probably better to stay with family than rattling around my apartment alone but...I’m also a grownass woman and the parental microinvolvement......is grating!!! :)))))))) As much as my parents and I get along we should probably all just make sure to give each other some space regularly haha, because having to adjust to their routines after having been moved out for almost 10 years is...a lot lol.

(My cat, however, is a delight as always and continues to be the fluffiest, most charming creature in existence)

Are you a homebody?

Oh totally. I’m excellent at lounging and keeping myself entertained at home for long stretches so I’m not going too stir crazy yet. But that being said, I always used to balance it by going out a lot and seeing friends, so I’m definitely missing that piece right now.

An event that you were looking forward to that got cancelled?

The main one was James Taylor which I was SO looking forward to, never having seen him live. My family adores him and so my sister and brother-in-law and I bought tickets to see him for the family as our big Christmas present for my mom and dad. It’s been postponed so maybe someday! Oh also one of my best friends was getting married in a couple months and I was looking forward to his wedding

What movies have you watched recently? What shows are you watching?

For shows I’ve been looking forward to Better Call Saul more than ever lately! So glad the new season is happening right now. Also because I was just in Albuquerque I’ve been having a renewed interest in Breaking Bad lol so I rewatched season 4 semirecently. But yeah I have a literal ton of movies on my to-watch list and I should really take advantage of the extra time I have now by seeing some!

What music are you listening to?

I now finally have the time to build up my music library on my newish iphone (the music didn’t transfer over when I switched from my android), and am going genre by genre, mostly focusing on getting good running music first. So far I have a lot of funk/pop/classic rock. Also added some kpop I used to enjoy which got me all nostalgic haha there’s some good stuff. And as always Hozier owns my life, and Wasteland Baby has never felt more relevant lol.

What are you reading?

I’m currently reading The Shipping News for the first time, but nothing else yet! Grabbed some books from my apartment to keep me busy though. I have Germinal in French for if I want to practice and Germinal in English for if I want to actually enjoy it lmao. Turns out I own a copy of Emma which I’ve never read so I’ll try that. Oh and maybe I’ll actually finish Stephen King’s The Stand for some pandemic-themed mood-reading haha. I basically chose long, dense things that I won’t rip through too fast. Oh and I NEED to catch up on some fanfictions! I’ve been so slow!

What are you doing for self-care?

Running pretty much EVERY day and it feels great. My gym closed earlier in the year and running outside in the winter is so icy/slippy/wet/slushy that it’s not worth it, so I took most of the winter off. But now the snow’s almost gone and my parents live in a great area for running and I’ve been going for long stretches along the river every day, and it’s probably the best part of my day. If they eventually ban jogging I will actually cry lol.

Anyways the overall quarantine situation is ‘not ideal but could be MUCH worse’. I could do with some more work, but big picture I should be fine.

tagging @thenightisland @dreamsinteacups @purplespacecats @yoporkchopsandwiches

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“Catch and Release”: an HYH recap

LOL I guess we need to discuss these new opening credits? It’s a real throwback, incorporating some of the more famous images from the first few years of the show, especially young Carrie (also I don’t remember the maze as much the last few years but it was there, and it features heavily this year as well).

Some notable audio clips:

Saul: You had a relationship complicated enough to lie about. Carrie: Yeah, it’s complicated! I lost seven months of my life!

Saul: You will become the focus of an investigation that will define the rest of your life.

Saul: Please God, tell me you haven’t…

(had to include this cap because I’m trash)

So… this should be fun.

The episode opens right where the last one left off. Carrie is visibly disturbed by the site of Yevgeny walking out of G’ulom’s office. She wastes no time asking G’ulom what the hell they were doing there. He plays coy and says they’re just businessmen but Carrie is doing her whole righteous indignation, “New Car Smell” thing. She says he’s got to take back his comments about the POWs. There’s a pointed exchange where Carrie says they’re prisoners of war and G’ulom counters that they’re terrorists and OH MY GOD how much heavier could the Brody parallels get?? Anyway, G’ulom is very unconvinced by Carrie’s argument, which basically boils down to “please?” She seethes the whole way back to the CIA station and says her first mean thing to Jenna this episode.

Later on the phone with Saul, she asks if he knew Yevgeny was there. “Of course not,” Saul says, though I’m not really sure I believe him. But apparently they can’t do shit about this as it was part of the terms of Carrie’s release. Which I guess they forgot to mention in her debrief.

Elsewhere in Afghanistan, Max is talking to the DoD’s version of Siri. His Hot Marines give him all a hair tousle, which he hates (obviously), but which also seems to be some sign of good luck. The nice guy in the hat from the last episode notably does not touch his head, so I’m sure he’ll be dead in 2-4 episodes. Apparently the DoD Siri is better than the real thing because he manages to comb through some conversations of Haqqani talking to his son about ending the war. Saul says this is “black and white” evidence, because as we know everything that happens on this show is “black and white.” He’s convinced that if he could just talk to Haqqani, they could end this war together. This is one of Saul’s more insane plans but it will probably work because: Saul.

Back at the CIA, Carrie’s gotten an “anonymous tip” which is basically a name written in large block letters inside an envelope. She manages to use a computer successfully and discovers the name is of a woman who was involved in a government corruption probe that got ~mysteriously~ shut down when it uncovered actual government corruption. How quaint! Anyway, then her husband was killed in a car bomb that was probably meant for her. So she’s justifiably pissed and probably has dirt on G’ulom that Carrie could use.

Carrie proposes to Mike Dunne an operation wherein they pretend to interview her for a job while Carrie breaks into her apartment to find said dirt. Mike Dunne brilliantly suggests Jenna for the operation since apparently Jenna set up a fake NGO with all her downtime on account of not being let outside. Their conversation goes something like this:

Carrie: Wait, just last week you told me Jenna is sort of an idiot. Mike: I said she was stuck in the starting gate. That is a horse racing analogy. Carrie: [raises eyebrows] Mike: We need her idiocy to add a little drama to this otherwise straightforward operation you’ve devised.

Later, Carrie prepares with Jenna:

Carrie: I’m phrasing this next bit as a rhetorical question with an obvious answer, because I don’t actually believe you know the right answer, because you are an idiot. Jenna: I promise I’m not an idiot. Did Mike say I was a fuck-up? Carrie: No, I said that. Jenna: Oh, right. Carrie: Are you not a fuck-up? Jenna: [blank stare]

Meanwhile, Tasneem is observing the transfer of Taliban POWs from Guantanamo, including one who is carted off on a stretcher. Also Saul is nowhere to be found. Between the ambulance and the “where the FUCK is Saul” of it all, this scene has several of the same elements of the iconique ending of “A Red Wheel Barrow.” Like Carrie then, Tasneem knows something is fishy.

…and something definitely is! Saul’s not back in America like Tim Guinee says. He’s with Haqqani’s cousin, one of the released POWs, trying to convince him to hand deliver a letter to Haqqani in exchange for his immediate freedom.

Saul and Haqqani’s cousin arrive in Peshawar, where Saul hands over the letter to Haqqani, which he then reads via voiceover. It’s all very “A False Glimmer.” He pleads with Haqqani to meet with him, claiming “it’s only the men with guns who can make peace.” Which, I guess?

The next day, Carrie’s operation is a go. Samira leaves right on time for the interview with Jenna’s fake NGO and Carrie and her crew easily break into her apartment. They don’t find much, until Carrie notices a burqa with a USB sewn into the hem. Incriminating evidence sewn into fabric that is discovered at the last moment is my FAVORITE device on this show.

Carrie is victorious in her search but Jenna royally fucks up the interview, because she’s an idiot (and a fuck-up, apparently), revealing that she knows about the “audit” Samira took part in. Jenna, you literally had one job! To her credit, Samira realizes what’s going on almost instantly and then takes a photo of Jenna. We have to stan!!

Samira doesn’t get away though. They abduct her and take her back to the CIA station, cuff her, and throw a hood over her head. Carrie is enraged, claiming they’ve just traumatized her all over again and now she definitely won’t talk. After a few seasons of getting a hood thrown over her head, Carrie sympathizes.

She does her best “here’s the lay of the land” with Samira and gets her to tell her the significance of the documents on the USB drive. Samira wants G’ulom arrested and says she can wait two more years, or even twenty, to take down G’ulom. Carrie knows the best they can do is just cut him at the knees by advancing the peace deal. In the end, she convinces her.

Carrie calls Saul from a big abandoned building, location unknown, which is supposed to be an army base. Key phrase: “supposed to be.” Samira’s documents show evidence of an entirely fabricated Afghan Army battalion. That’s right, G’ulom is a scammer! He’s been funneling millions of dollars meant for the Army base into his own pocket for years. Incredulous, Carrie exclaims, “We’ve been enabling this motherfucker for 18 years! What is wrong with us?”

In Rawalpindi, Tasneem pays a visit to her retired stepfather Bunny (last seen in season four). He’s fallen asleep in his massive garden shooting squirrels with a pistol. The neighbors are complaining.

Tasneem: If you took down the bird feeders, the squirrels would stop eating the bird seeds. Bunny: I prefer this. Also, that’s not fair to the birds. Tasneem: Is this a metaphor? [Later] Tasneem: Stepdad, I think Saul is up to no good. If he talks to Haqqani directly, there could be a real breakthrough. Bunny: Unacceptable. We must control everything. Tasneem: How far am I allowed to go then? Bunny: The Americans hate us and our God. Go as fucking far as you please. Tasneem: Coolio, it’s murder time.

Wearing a nice set of gold bar earrings, Carrie is back in G’ulom’s office, presenting him with a slew of incriminating evidence about his scam. He has two hours to walk back the statements before she shares the papers with his own government, who’d likely have him killed. Finally she has leverage, but G’ulom still manages to give a menacing speech about how peace will be terrible for everyone. Carrie doesn’t relent.

Poor Max has not gotten any alone time at the Army base in Afghanistan, but he has realized that the ISI definitely know that Saul is in Peshawar. Apparently the Taliban does as well. Twist of twists, the ISI aren’t preparing to hit him, they’re preparing to hit Haqqani. Saul yells at the Taliban’s convoy to stop but it’s too late. Amid the panic, Saul is abducted again. I honestly cannot. How many times has this been? This was not the Homeland Greatest Hits I had in mind.

Later, Carrie is stomping her way through the streets of Kabul. She ends up at a bar with the rest of the crew. She says something encouraging to Jenna and orders a “soda water,” both of which are not things I would have expected Carrie to do. Mike Dunne is like, Carrie when the fuck are you gonna leave? Carrie does a cute lil’ shrug and randomly asks where the bathroom is.

That’s right, we needed Carrie alone and somewhat lost because YEVGENY IS BACK. Somehow he looks even hotter than last week. Apparently he gave the anonymous tip, which makes no sense.

Yevgeny: I thought you were gonna thank me. *wink wink* Carrie: I am so confused. Yevgeny: Who else would have done something so nice for you? *wink wink* Carrie: I am maximum confused. Yevgeny: Don’t play dumb. *wink wink* Carrie: I am more confused now than that time I saw a screensaver. Yevgeny: Hey, maybe we could go to Banana Joe’s together? *wink wink* [fades into darkness]

The episode closes somewhat awesomely with Saul, still blindfolded, entering a cement fortress. The blindfold comes off, his beard looks raggedy. I’ve seen this all before. Haqqani walks in. He’s not dead. Saul’s thanking the heavens, and then Haqqani smacks him across the face with a rifle. Cut to black. *chef’s kiss*

#homeland #an hyh recap #catch and release #*#by: sara

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Beyond The Leather Chapter 28: I Want To Be Your Boyfriend

I was out shopping for gifts to buy for Tommy and Heather's wedding. I didn't know what would be a good gift. I mean I always thought to myself what do you buy someone who already has everything? I looked around in a jewelry shop and settled on a his and her watch.

I haven't spoken to Lisa since we had our falling out. I really missed her and our friendship. Maybe later on I will call her. I called Slash today because I wanted to talk to him about Nikki. He said he will pick me up with Duff. Nikki's call last night really got to me. I wasn't able to sleep at all and I feel like such a crappy person for how I treated him. But in my defense I'm just trying to keep my distance from the drugs. But as Lisa pointed out every body is doing. Slash is doing it and I'm meeting up with him today.

I walked outside the store and saw Duff pull up on the side. "Hey Mani your right on time." He says looking at his watch. I got up and ran into the car. The smell of wet socks and weed hit my nose right away.

"Jesus this car stinks." I say as I'm getting in and plugging my nose. "Whine down the windows."

"Well princess Iman you can always walk to our place." Slash laughs sarcastically. "So what did you get Tommy and his wife?"

"I just got his and her watches. I couldn't think of anything else." I shrugged.

"So what's on your mind doll?" Slash asks.

"Well last night Nikki called me and he sounded really paranoid. He said there were intruders in his home hiding in his closet, his washing machine, and even under his bed." I said with a worried voice.

The boys looked at each other and started laughing. "Iman look theres nothing to worry about he'll be fine." Slash laughed.

"No Slash theres nothing to laugh about. I was really scared for him. I mean he called me for a reason. And ok in London when he nearly overdosed he ask Andy McCoy from Hanoi Rocks to bring him to my hotel room."

"Oh did he now." Duff smiled." So what else did you guys do in your hotel room?" They both started laughing again.

"Saul." I grumbled. "Ok ok geez Mani when did you become such a prude." He groaned. "Look Sixx likes you and clearly he trusts you if he's running to you every time he has a problem. And to be honest what's there not to like about you. Your a good person when your not following what your manager is telling you to do."

"What's that suppose to mean?" I hissed.

"It means you need to live a little. You need to break out of the shell she's keeping you in. And your mommy dearest isn't here so you don't need to report to her like your a soldier and she's your commander." Duff buds in.

"Um who told you about me and my moms relationship?" I questioned Duff.

It goes silent in the car.

Slash takes a cigarette out of his pocket and lights it up. "The point is." He laughs hesitantly. "You need to live. Were going out tonight and your coming."

"Ok but I'm only staying-"

"Iman shut the fuck up! Your staying out till what ever time we tell you too!" Slash yelled.

We finally pull up to a complex it was really small. We got out of the car and walked into there home. Again I was hit with the smell of weed, booze, and sweat. Izzy was passed out on the couch and Steven was snorting up coke off of the table.

"Oh shit Mani what the fuck?" He looked at me shocked. "No one told me you were coming. I would have cleaned up." He looked at the boys.

"Hey Steven." I walked over and hugged him.

The place was filthy there were dirty dishes piled up in the sink, half eaten food was scattered on the table, the walls were peeling, and there were clothes everywhere. How could any one live like this.

"So wheres Axl?" I asked. "He's in his room. He's a bit pissed for some reason so don't bother him." Steven warns.

"Ok." I look down at the so called chair that they had in there living room. I didn't want to be rude but at the same time I did. I cringed when I saw a roach run into the inside of the cushion.

"Sit." Duff got up and pushed me onto the couch making me squeal and get up fast in fear that the roach got on me.

"What... what happened." Izzy woke up in panic. The boys started laughing and I was aggravated.

"Say while your here we need a womans touch. Can you clean up the kitchen and cook something for us." Slash asked kicking his feet up on the table while smoking another cigarette.

"Seriously." I laugh humorously. "I came for advice and your asking me to clean up and cook for you?" I crossed my arms.

"The advice you got in the car." Duff spoke up. "So you have to repay us back by at least cleaning the kitchen and cooking something for us." Duff walked over to the fridge and grabbed a beer.

I groaned and walked over to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and noticed there were no groceries in there for me to even cook anything.

"It would help if you guys had groceries." I pointed out.

"Go buy some we'll still be here. Plus were going out tonight. So when we pick you up, bring the groceries with you." Slash laughed.

I scoffed and started heading for the door.

"Uh doll." Duff spoke up. I turned to look at him. "The kitchen isn't finished being cleaned. Even princesses have to do dirty work." He laughed.

Ugh ass holes. I walked back to the kitchen and started cleaning it up for them. Don't ask me why?

Later on at night...

I started getting ready for the night I was going to have out with Guns. I was hoping that Lisa would be there too seeing as there was something going on between her and Axl. And well also I didn't want to be the only girl tagging along.

I put on a silver short dress and put my hair up in a pony tail. I wore matching silver stelletoes and put a small black jacket over my shoulders to finish up my look. Slash said we were going to the Rainbow. At first I was hesitant because Tamara had told me never to go back there again. And here I was getting ready to go there again. I called the office were Tamara was and told her that I would be out with Lisa. She expected me home by 11. I don't know if Slash would approve but theres nothing I can do.

I grabbed my little wrist purse and the groceries bags I promised to buy and headed downstairs. I waited in the lobby until I heard a knock on the door. I saw Slash waving for me to come out. I headed over to him.

"Here are your groceries." I said with a sarcastic voice holding the bags up.

"Thanks doll I'll put those in the trunk." Steven got out of the car and took the groceries from me and put them in the trunk. I got into the car and we took off.

"That's is not an outfit for the Rainbow Iman." Slash chuckled.

"Well that's too bad." I hiss. This dress was made more for a modeling event. But im choosing to wear it at the Rainbow.

"You are certainly going to get picked up by a fellow at the Rainbow." Izzy piped up putting his arms around my shoulder.

"I am not talking to any guys there and I hope they don't talk to me." I warn.

We got to the Rainbow and the boys were already a mess. They got drunk, did drugs, were loud, and grabbing girls left and right. But im not here to judge. But places like this were not my scene. And being here with out any girlfriends or friends was awkward. Especially because I don't drink alcohol or snort drugs. So I just sat randomly at the bar looking at people drunk or high.

"What's a pretty little thing like you doing in a raunchy place like this?"

I turned around to see a guy or could be a girl with wild long hair and plump lips looking at me. "I...I'm sorry what?" I stuttered.

"You don't belong in a place this." He leaned closer to me smiling.

"What ever." I scoffed drinking my cranberry juice and turning away from him.

He chuckled and got up to walk in front of me. "I meant that with no disrespect. I just mean if I was a guy taking you out I would take you to the most extravagant restaurant there is around here." He smiled looking me up and down.

"I'm not into fancy restaurants. And I'm here with my friends. Guns n Roses." I rolled my eyes.

"Oh shit really? I love those guys." He flipped his hair. "I watched them play a couple times down at the Troubadour."

"Are you a rock star?" I asked with raised brows.

"Not yet but I'm gonna be. And when I do become one and I'm making shit loads of cash. I'm going to take you out on a date." He spoke softly.

I scoffed, "I don't think so." I say with attitude and turn away from him again.

He chuckled and walked closer to me. "I think so. I'm a gentleman and ladies such as your self deserve gentleman's." He signaled for the bartender to come to us.

"I don't have a lot but how much is her drink?" He asked the bartender.

"No you don't have to!" I wave my hands.

"$5.75." The bartender spoke. He placed the money down on the table and the bartender took it.

"I could have payed for it myself." I looked at him with annoyance.

"I said I was a gentleman." He smiled.

He's actually really cute.

"My names Sebastian... Sebastian Bach." He smiled.

"Iman Darlington." I smiled back.

"God I hope I see you again." He took my hand and gave me a sweet kiss on the back of it.

I felt like I had butterflies in my stomach. He walked out of the Rainbow with his long hair blowing in the wind. Lord help me.

2:34 am

The boys dropped me back home and I couldn't wait to take off my heels and get undressed. I tip toed to Tamara's room and noticed she wasn't home. I was startled when I heard the phone ring. I walked back to the living room to answer it.

"Hello!"

"You were suppose to be back at the condo for 11!" She snapped.

I sighed. "I'm sorry I went out with Lisa and ended up seeing Slash. We came back late."

"Iman can't you make better friends. I mean really. Use your break to hang out with Rachel. Hopefully some of her stuck up attitude can rub on you." "Anyways I wont be back till tomorrow morning around 10. I can call Jess if you want her to-"

"No I'm good I don't need a babysitter Tammi."

"Ok alright honey call me if anything. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Ok good night." I hung the phone up walking away to my room when I heard it ring again.

"Tammi I said I was ok." I raised my voice.

"Mani."

I paused for a second hearing Nikki's voice. I was hoping he wasn't a paranoid mess today again.

"N...Nikki are you alright?"

"Can you please come over?" His voice sounded shakey.

"To your home? I asked.

"Yes."

"Nikki it's late I can't"

"I need you. Please!" He cried.

"Give me your adress?" ____

The car drove up to the front gate of the house. I couldn't see the house properly because all the lights were off and it was night time. I whined the window down in the back seat and pressed the buzzer.

"Who is it?" What do you want?" He sounded paranoid.

"It's me Nikki. Its Mani." I replied hesitantly.

The gates than opened and we drove in. I told my driver to wait for me because I wasn't going to be long. I got out of the car and headed up his stone steps. I knocked on the door several times but there was no answer. I twisted the door knob and to my pleasure the door was unlocked. I let my self in and the house was dark except for a little light that was beaming through one room.

I walked around the house. It was a single level home and I noticed there three bedrooms and two bathrooms. The house was interior decorated with red velvet hangings, gothic furniture, antiques and gargoyles that loom at you out of the darkness. It was creepy being in here.

I walked towards the light that was coming out of one of the rooms. I slowly opened the door and saw Nikki. He was holding his pillow sobbing listening to his answering machine. I walked closer to him and listened to the machine play two messages.

BEEP

Frankie this is your mom. I know that your busy being a big star and all. I'd just really like to talk to you sometime call me back.

BEEP

You must have gotten the selfish gene from your father. This is selfish what your doing. I just... I just miss you frankie. Talk to me please. Dammit frankie.

End of Messages

It was his mom, my heart was aching for him. I walked to the answer machine and deleted both of the messges.

"Don't listen to a single thing that she says Nikki. It's not worth it she's not worth it. She's not worth crying over." I calmly spoke.

I moved and sat down beside him and started brushing his hair with my fingertips. I felt guilty for the way I treated him when I was in Italy. I could tell now that he was a very hurt an lonely person. I didn't want to just leave him here by himself.

"Why the fuck did you come?" He sneered.

"Because you asked me too Nikki." I snapped back at him.

He scoffed. "So now all of a sudden you care about me?"

I furrowed my brows. "Nik I always cared about you." I whispered.

"No one cares about me!" He raised his voice. "Not my mom, not my dad, not my band mates. And you especially!" He says sobbing and squeezing his pillow tighter.

"Nikki I do care about you, that's why I came when you called. That's why in London when you nearly overdosed I took care of you. I care about you so it scares me." I mumble and look down at the bed.

He lifted himself up on his elbows and looked at me with his piercing green eyes that had tears all over them.

"What scares you?" He asks with confusion.

I stay silent and just stare at the sheets not wanting to look at him. He leaned and shuffled closer to me. He lifted my chin up with his finger for me to look at him. He leaned closer to face me with his lips barley brushing mine.

"What scares you princess?" He asks again.

"How I feel about you." I breathlessly reply.

He leans forward and kisses my lips. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me on the bed with our lips still together and lays me down beside him. I kick off my flats and pull my lips away from him catching my breath. He brushes the side of my face with his thumb.

"Mani." He whispers.

"Yes." I reply.

"I want to be your boyfriend."

#motley crue #nikki sixx #vince neil #tommy lee #mick mars #thedirt #model #chanel iman #bwwm wmbw

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05/24/2020 DAB Transcript

2 Samuel 4:1-6:23, John 13:31-14:14, Psalms 119:17-32, Proverbs 15:31-32

Today is the 24th day of May welcome to the Daily Audio Bible I’m Brian it is wonderful to be here with you today as we reach out our collective hands and twist the knob and open the door and walk into this brand-new week together. Everything is out in front of us. We have this reset. This is the last full week of the 5th month of the year. Yeah, a week from today is the last day of this month. So, we are oriented, we are ready to live into this, we are ready to hear what God has to say through His Word into our lives this week as we join our hearts and minds around this Global Campfire. So, we got a brand-new week and we’ll read from the English Standard Version this week and we’ll pick up the story. And at this point the story is highly focused…well…on somewhat the tumultuous times as King Saul has died and King David has become king of Judah, the tribe of Judah. And, so, there's kind of all this unrest about who's going to be the king and how and all the intrigue and drama around that and people are watching David, they’re watching what he does, how his posture is. And, so, we continue with that story today, second Samuel chapters 4, 5, and 6.

Prayer:

Father, we thank You for this new week that we are walking into and we…we mark this every week by just considering the fact that it's in front of us, it's the future, it's what we are immediately walking into and we…we do this because we don't want to walk into a blindly just kind of floating along. We want to walk into it intentionally with You and we've learned from our reading as we begin this week is that we are to love one another as You have loved us and…oh…that's…in our own strength that is not possible. We can try and try and try and try and maybe make it through a day, but it…without Your Holy Spirit guiding our steps we can't do that, and we confess that. And, so, we see that in order to obey You we need You. And, so, come Holy Spirit we surrender to You and invite You to show us what it looks like in this coming week to love each other as You have loved us. Come Holy Spirit into this we ask in the name of Jesus. Amen.

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Hi DAB family this is Rosie from Spring Hill. I am calling in to Lisa from San Jose. Just wanted to give you my condolences for your husband Craig. I am a hospice nurse. I just started a few months ago so I don’t have a lot of experience but I do know that a lot of times people feel like they don’t do enough or don’t do a good job and I just want to let you know that I know you said that you want to do God’s will and I believe that being there with your husband and spending the time with him and loving him even though it was a scary time and difficult to watch and very sad and emotional you stayed with him and loved him and I think that was doing God’s will. I think that was very Christlike. And I know you said he had a little pain at the end and that it was a little bit better. And I’ve heard it explained to me that it’s kind of like your last struggle or last wrestling with God and I’m glad that he gave you that the gift of him being alert to read Brian’s book Sneezing Jesus together. That sounds special and just something that beautiful that God gave you as a last memory, happy memory together. And I hope that you’re doing well, and I hope that you are feeling God’s presence and His peace and comfort.

Hi it’s Sherry from Kansas and this is for those people who have worked hard and sacrificed to build their own businesses and to make progress toward achieving their goals and now because of what’s happening in the world they could potentially lose their businesses or lose what they’ve worked so hard for. And I know that God knows, He’s seen your works, he’s seen your sacrifice. But I just want to say that sometimes when I’ve felt like I lost everything that I would be worshiping the Lord and all of a sudden it would hit me that I didn’t need anything in this world. I…there was nothing I needed to pray for because I had everything, I needed in Him. So, I just want to say that we need to keep our hearts and our minds set on him and regardless of what’s going on around us He is truly all and everything that we need. [singing starts] turn your hearts upon Jesus. Look full in His wonderful face and the things of earth will grow strangely dim in the light of His glory and grace [singing stops]. God bless you all. Bye-bye.

Good morning this message is for Chris from Michigan. My name is Christina Rose I’m in Denver right now and I wanted to pray for you about the situation with your teenage daughter who is feeling hopeless. I’m a mom, I have daughters, they’re in their 20s. And storms come and go in this life. Now, I am a survivor of a teenage suicide attempt myself. I went to school in South America and had a class of five people and the isolation was very depressing to me. And fortunately, my mother intervened and…as I’m still here today. I look on that now and remember how painful it was for my mom when she saw what was going on and such a distressing time for parent. Storms come and go. Isolation is the enemy. Even if your daughter can’t be with her friends just do whatever you can to back her up and just…just tell her would she be tempted…I look back and I think…I said I would have missed out on marriage and children and surfing under the Golden Gate Bridge and I mean a million wonderful things if I had just given up in the middle of the storm. And just encourage her to hang on. Things turn around. That is the way of life. We go through storms. Now my dad did successfully take his life and I have to tell you I feel him around me all the time saying he’s sorry and feeling regretful that he hadn’t seen the big picture and if he had he would’ve stayed. That leaving solves nothing and your…your loved ones, you have to watch your loved one’s carry-on without you which is very painful. You can write to at christinarose.org. God bless you and your family, and I pray that every day you would be well.

Hey DAB family just calling to say hi and this is Reggie from Iowa and hi dad if you’re listening. And I’m calling to pray for Chris from formerly New York City who just called in and he said he was healed from an infirmity and was asking for prayer for his…for insomnia. Dear God, I just thank you so much for Chris and this this beautiful community that were all in, the DAB family. Father I pray that You will just touch Chris today Jesus and I pray that You will help them to sleep well at night. God Your word…Your word says that…that those who trust in You will be able to lay down and rest and sleep peacefully at night. I pray God that You will touch Chris in a mighty way, give him Your peace and may all things work together for…for his good and for Your glory God because I know that he loves You. Touch him and his family today in Jesus’ name. Amen. Love you DAB family. You guys are awesome. Thanks Brian and Jill for all you do. Have a great day.

Good morning everybody it’s Susan from Canada calling. I just heard on the daily prayer that Chrissy from Alabama wants us to pray for her friends in Texas whose daughter died in a car accident and second daughter is in ICU. They were hit by a drunk driver. And Lord God, Lord heavenly Father Jesus be with that family. Dear Lord, I know what suffering for Your children is like. And it’s not a good space to be in but we know that You are the Lord, that You are the King of kings and the Lord of lords. We know that You love us. We know that Your comfort will heal us. And I pray Lord over the family, the girl in ICU, __ a healing touch from You. And dear God I pray for the family whose grieving such a huge loss. Lord God just be with each and every one of them as they just have to climb out of this hole that they’re in. Lift them dear God. Lift them high with You where they can soar as eagles’ wings. Of Lord Jesus just be with them and this little girl in ICU dear God. I just don’t know why we have to go through these things but we trust in Your love for us in all things and in all ways. Bless all of us Your God as we travel through these difficult times. In Jesus’ name I pray. Amen.

Hello this is Jackie from Decatur Texas I’m a new DAB listener. It was by the grace of God that I came up upon DAB and was curious about it and…well…now here I am about a month into listening. I love the community and what it offers. I’ve wanted to call in to request prayer, but I lacked the confidence in doing so until now. I was married for 24 years, now divorced for three years. The divorce was ugly, which tore and ripped many things. I currently live with my whole family due to the fact that I’ve recently discovered that I am codependent. I wondered why I felt this need to provide for my adult daughters, their families, my mom and my brother. Our home is an emotional mess right now with disagreement, discord, and dysfunction. I need prayer please. My heart is heavy with the many things the enemy has used against my family. He has attempted kill, steal and destroy. I cry out to Abba, how long oh Lord? I am worn and wary and lacking in my faith. I’m still grieving and hurting over such loss from the divorce. I have no hope and I covet your prayers. Thank you.

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