#alexa how do you combust

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Maybe I could just crawl into the freezer at work and explode when it gets super busy???

[mariaofdoranelle]

Look at Us Now - ch. 27

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Guys it’s 3 a.m. I’m posting my 1st draft and hoping for the best love y’all

Warnings: NSFW, Remelle and other bombs

Words: 3,7k

Aelin could kill Rowan right now, as he placed featherlight kisses on her shoulder.

“Go away,” she grumbled while burrowing herself further under the covers.

“Baby…” Rowan kissed her neck now, tugging her body into the hard lines of his. “You were the one who—“

“Don’t.” With graceless movements, she turned to be face-to-face with him. “You’re being a jerk right now, you know that?”

He chuckled, amusement crinkling his eyes. “I’m a jerk for doing as I’m told?”

“Alexa, what time is it?”

“It’s 4:48 a.m.,” Alexa replied.

Aelin readjusted the covers so the only thing visible was her glare.

Yes, it was technically her idea, but how dare he follow up with her plan. Sometimes 24 hours a day is not enough to raise a five-year-old, take care of yourself, work, and romance your partner—hence why last night, when Aelin was so tired her eyes felt glued together, she told Rowan to wake her up earlier to have sex.

Yes, they’ve struggled to find time for each other the last couple of weeks, but that does not excuse Rowan for agreeing to wake Aelin up before 5 a.m. He should know better.

She squeezed her eyes shut, his arms an okay weight around her—she was still mad—as Aelin tried to fall back asleep. And failed. She tossed and turned on bed, chasing her own sleep, to no avail.

“Fireheart,” Rowan said after she wiggled for the millionth time.

She hid her face on his chest and groaned. “I can’t sleep.”

“Does that mean we’re having sex?”

Her glare was answer enough.

A chuckle. “C’mere,” Rowan said, and combed his fingers through her hair, soothing her with gentle caresses.

Shit, those were always nice. She let out a satisfied sigh. “I love you.”

“I thought you were mad at me.”

“But I’ll love you again after 7, so I might as well say it now.”

A pleased hum. “I love you.” He kissed her cheek. “I love you.” Her jaw. “I love you.” Her neck.

Aelin shivered. “You better.”

“Is that so?” Rowan said before turning his pecks into an open-mouthed kiss.

Her breath hitched, and she he arched her neck further to him. Once Rowan had so easily ignited her desire in a way only he could, Aelin grasped the back of his head and said, “May I?”

“So polite,” he said with a satisfied smirk, so Aelin lifted Rowan’s T-shirt she wore and directed his mouth to her bare breast.

Without ceremony, he licked her tit and sucked the tender skin into his mouth, earning a moan from her.

“You alright, Ae?” The glint in his eyes said he liked it too much.

“A bit sensitive,” she rasped. “Must be gettin’ my period soon.”

Rowan hummed and slid his full hand up her other breast, gently squeezing her nipple between his knuckles as he did it, focused on Aelin’s needy reactions. “Not too much?”

“Go on.”

He did, with gentle caresses at first that easily evolved into rough massages and flicks of his tongue against her. Aelin was taken over by Rowan above her and the waves of pleasure he gave her, squirming under his touch to his delight.

When Aelin was certain she could die from this nipple play alone, Rowan moved down her body, hooked her legs over his shoulder, and licked a strip between her folds without ceremony. Aelin’s muffled groans intensified when he applied more pressure with his flat tongue to her clit, and by the time he teased her entrance with his finger, it became a full curse.

“You wanna wake our kid at 5, hun?” Rowan said with no small amount of amusement.

Shit. Not now, and not in the next few hours, if they were lucky. Aelin would combust soon, either from an orgasm or frustration if the first didn’t happen.

“That’s what I thought.” He pecked a freckle on her hipbone. “Be a good girl for me, will ya?”

Aelin nodded, and felt herself melt and tense at once from Rowan’s tongue back on her pussy.

He worked her with nice and slow strokes, applying just the right amount of pressure in all the right places—how his tongue fell against her clit, or his fingers on her hips—Rowan knew her body that well. Aelin was nothing but the embodiment of sweet surrender, letting him set the pace and meeting him with needy jolts of her hips and soft whimpers that tightened his hold on her.

“Fuck, Ro,” she pleaded. No matter how much she muffled them, the sounds of her pleasure still echoed through the room. “You eat me out so good, babe.”

“Quiet, love,” he whispered while moving to muffle her moans with his mouth, leaving his fingers to work her cunt—two inside, thumb on her clit.

She felt her own taste on his tongue, and all off a sudden it was too much. Too much of him, too much of how he made her feel, and her pleasure felt like dam about to burst.

“It’s—“ Aelin gasped, that building tension in her hips tighter each moment. “It’s your fault I’m loud.” Her breath hitched. “You know it is.”

“Fuck- I know.” His kiss was quick and rough this time. “I know, baby.”

Aelin’s orgasm came in a slow burst, carefully built by Rowan’s fingers. Her gut tightened, back arched, and she came undone with stifled noises under him.

Rowan watched it with the same kind of focus he always did, enthralled and a bit wrecked himself by the results of his work.

After the crash, he nestled her against his chest with such tenderness, it was a startling contrast to the version of him that usually manhandled her in bed.

Aelin sighed against his chest, feeling dozy. “Just you wait for me to fuck your brains out, Rowan Whitethorn.”

He shushed her. “Later.”

She hummed questioningly, eyes heavier each moment.

“You wanted to sleep,” he whispered before giving her a forehead kiss.

Oh. She’d forgotten about it halfway through his tit play, though it does feel nice, his hand in her hair like this, after an orgasm with the sun still out.

It kinda makes her body feel a bit heavier, especially the eyelids.

˜˜

Aelin might as well be sleeping still, now that she was currently hearing a famous phrase from some nightmares of hers.

“Mommy, pleasepleasepleasepleasepleeeeeeeeease,” Maisie said, for the millionth time in the last half-hour.

Bringing the kid to do groceries was a lose-lose situation: Aelin was either denying her candy or foods with a cartoon character in the packaging while simultaneously avoiding a tantrum, or freaking out because where the hell did my kid run off to if she’s not harassing me for candy.

This was of the reasons why Aelin and Rowan preferred taking her to the big convenience store closest to their house—that was big enough to look like a mini supermarket—Maisie didn’t have much lengths to run off here; the other reason being the proximity and how much they dreaded Doranelle City’s traffic.

There was the downside of most certainly meeting someone from work since they were neighbors in one big military housing area, but you win some, you lose some.

Maisie was still giving her puppy eyes, one hand holding a pack of gummy bears, and a hand basket she picked at front with sly intentions in the other.

Squinting her eyes at this cunning little thing she birthed, Aelin picked the pack from Maisie’s hand. The little girl watched with blatant anticipation as her mom examined this specific request.

Fuck, the kid picked the good shit this time. Maybe if Aelin and Maisie shared… no.

“I don’t think so, Maisy Daisy,” she said with a kind of heartbreak her daughter wouldn’t understand.

The girl’s face fell. “But I said please!”

“I know, honey, you were very polite about it, but—” Because Aelin was really looking forward for those gummy bears too, an idea came up. “I’ll let you choose between this and the sour one.”

The little girl frowned at the candy already secured in her basket. Maisie didn’t exactly like this, but it was enough to make her weight her options and courses of action. Then, she tilted her chin up in a defiant manner and took the candy back from Aelin’s hand.

“Are you putting it back on the shelf?”

“I’m shopping with Daddy.”

Weird. She must be really upset with Aelin with make such a request. Maisie might not know how to read big words properly, but she was an expert already on what to ask each parent to get exactly what she wants—Aelin didn’t trust Rowan to deny his daughter a new dog or a trip to Disneyland, but a sugar overdose? There was a reason why their kid initially chose to stay close to Aelin’s cart, not her dad’s.

Still, she made sure Maisie put the gummy bears back where they belonged, then escorted her to Rowan’s cart.

“You’re done already?” he asked before placing a kiss on Aelin’s cheek.

“Nope, she’s just upset she doesn’t have pediatric diabetes yet.”

Rowan chuckled, gave Aelin a forehead kiss, and resumed his shopping.

She left them to it and ventured to the fruit aisle, wondering about how they’ve been doing two separate groceries for the same family, along with: twice the electricity bill, twice the cleaning chores and house maintenance, twice the streaming—those greedy little bitches—subscriptions.

But that’s how they’ve decided to do so far, so Aelin focused back on the fruit, making some mental math on how much she should buy for one day and a half—she’d be staying at Rowan’s for three days after that time, according to Maisie’s custody schedule, so the fruit would rotten before she got back.

Aelin eyed the bananas again—they were being sold in hands of six. There was absolutely no way the three of them would tackle six bananas in less than 48h. If they were together in one house, just one banana hand would suffice. The small bunch would feel like enough, and there’d be no need to separate the bananas.

Aelin could break it and leave the other half at Rowan’s place, yes, but she liked to keep the bananas together, the hand whole. As if it wasn’t enough that they’ve been separated from the tree before the bananas were mature enough to be a proper hand, now the bananas she had were to be broken into smaller pieces.

A little lump swelled on Aelin’s throat, and she looked up, taking a deep breath. She would not cry. Not here, not now. Not ever, if a banana was the subject of her tears.

“So.” A comfortable weight fell on her back. “Are we just staring at the bananas, or…?”

Aelin chuckled, hoping it didn’t come out too watery. She saw Maisie choosing yoghurts down the aisle and leaned her head again Rowan’s shoulder, finally able to quiet her mind once he was near.

“I wanna move in together.”

And just like that, Aelin popped that question at the fruit section of the convenience store. Peak romance.

“I don’t know, Fireheart.” Rowan let out his pre-sass sigh. “I think I’m too comfortable mowing two lawns and ironing my uniform twice because it got rumpled in my bag.”

Aelin chuckled. She squeezed his hand, he squeezed it back, and apparently the deal was sealed.

“Is that why you were… having a moment?”

Rowan knew better than to drop an ‘about to cry’. Neither of them were criers, and no matter how far they’ve come with therapy, Aelin was still very private about her crying.

“It was because of the bananas. Don’t ask.”

Following her order, he fished a familiar pack of gummy bears from inside his cart. “Someone hid this between my stuff. She’s trying to outsmart us, Ae.”

Aelin laughed and took the candy from his hand. “Her problem that she thinks she’s the only smart person in that house.”

“She won’t outsmart you, though—I hope. You’ve probably tried every trick in the book your entire childhood.”

Yes, though while Aelin had two gay uncles that fell into parenthood by accident and were permissive out of pity for losing her parents too young, Maisie had two living parents so intent on parenting her, they tore each other apart.

With a sigh that came from the weariest corners of her soul, she repeated that same old thing inside her head: one day, Maisie would be glad she didn’t develop pediatric diabetes at five years old—that day was not today.

They looked over at her, and she was still at the yoghurt section, sliding her index finger over the refrigerator’s glass door with intense concentration.

“You think she’s reading?”

Their baby was about to finish preschool. They were finding it hard to get used to Maisie trying to decode letters and syllables she finally understood, her little finger underlining words as if it was a requirement for reading.

“Yeah,” Rowan replied with an awed look. “Did you get everything?”

“I think so, yeah.”

“Me too.” He looked over at where Maisie was again. “Do you think I should…?”

“Don’t interrupt her!” Aelin whisper-yelled. She waved the gummy bears at him. “I’m gonna put those back. Wait here.”

Aelin did as she told, taking some time to look at the women’s toiletries on sale before meeting Rowan again.

But maybe she took too much time, because when Aelin came back, there was a blonde woman clinging on Rowan’s forearm like a monkey to a banana tree. He looked uncomfortable,

There was something familiar about this woman, but Aelin couldn’t place it in the time she rushed to join them.

“Dr. Galathynius!” the woman said with faux enthusiasm at the same time Aelin recognized those cerulean blue eyes.

She stopped on her tracks, realization washing her over like a tsunami.

This was the skank she caught flirting with Rowan last year.

Also, one of the doctors from Air Force General. A dermatologist, why they rarely crossed paths—her department was so peaceful it felt like a whole different hospital.

Dr. Remelle Wiselheade could as well be part of the long-gone Doranellian nobility—it didn’t change the fact that she had her chickenish long fingers clawed around Rowan.

“Oh, hi.” Without faking enthusiasm, Aelin extracted Remelle’s hand from her man’s arm, but not without making the point of taking a look at the wedding band on her finger. “How’s your husband doing?”

Remelle didn’t answer. Instead, her eyes were between Rowan, Aelin and Maisie—who looked like a mix of them both. When the pieces fell into place in her mind, she widened her eyes in surprise with a poisonous smile. “I’m finally putting faces to the stories now! It’s hard to believe you’re the reason for all that fuss,” she told Aelin.

The story, meaning whatever people said about her past with Rowan, especially the context in which Maisie came to be. Aelin wasn’t ashamed of it, but the way Remelle brought it up made her want to claw the woman’s eyes out.

“We should go.” Rowan’s jaw was tight, and Aelin had to give it to him: he really did try hard to act polite when Maisie was near. Mala knew this wasn’t his best skill.

“Of course.” Remelle aimed a sly grin at Rowan and said, “Nice seeing you again.”

Rowan blinked, his mouth ajar. Aelin thought he had frozen for feeling annoyed or offended at the blatant flirting, but he tilted his head in pure confusion and said, “Have we met before?”

“Of course, silly!” She casually pointed her index finger at Aelin. “And I’ve been meaning to stop by at ortho! I’ve been getting some awful scar management cases from your post-op patients.”

“I’m so surprised to hear that,” Aelin replied, her jaw hurting from the fakest smile she’s ever wore—it was either that or clock the bitch in the face. The worst part was that she wasn’t sure if Remelle was lying to get under her skin, or if she was getting called out for the dumbasses from her department.

“Honestly, I don’t know what could’ve had happened. Maybe I didn’t double-check my resident’s sutures because I was distracted by the huge pimples on my patient’s face.”

Not a chance this would’ve happened, but Aelin still did a mental note to talk about this to her residents. Possibly with a scolding involved.

Remelle continued, “I don’t mean to tell you how to perform your surgeries, but—“

“You do surgee too?” Maisie asked, only now paying attention to the adults.

The woman frowned at the little girl, taken aback. “Well, no, but—“

“Uncle Orlon did a surgee too, he—“

“He didn’t do the surgery, honey, he—“ Aelin interrupted.

“He had a little bump sucked out of his butt!” Maisie shouted with newfound excitement after listening to the grown-up talk for so long.

Remelle was dead on her tracks, eyes widened with horror at the incredibly unpolished little girl.

“It’s true!” Maisie continued, flailing her arms around with big gestures because she thought the woman’s shock was out of doubt. “He had hemmy-roys! I know because I went to his house and he had a pillow with a hole in it, so I asked him, Uncle Orlon, why is your pillow so unfluffy? And he told me…”

Maisie went on and on, not caring about anyone’s sensibilities as she told Remelle about Orlon’s hemorrhoids in great detail. Fascinating subject for a five-year-old, or maybe just Aelin’s five-year-old. The woman looked frozen, but Aelin refused to believe it was disgust—Remelle might be a dermatologist, but she did go to med school after all. There was no way she was disgusted at a kid’s story about an elderly relative’s hemorrhoids.

“…And now he’s doing a lot better, but his husband has to put cream on his bum every day, and he needs to eat a lot of fruit so it doesn’t hurt when he poops.”

Remelle blinked. “I see.”

“And now we really have to go,” Rowan said. He couldn’t sound less apologetic. “Mais, wanna see how fast you can get to the cashier?”

“Race you!” She shouted and shot down the aisle.

Her parents quickly bid their farewells. Remelle just mumbled a goodbye, the same weirded-out look still on her face when they last saw her.

“Where’re my gummy bears?” Maisie asked at the checkout.

Mother and daughter stared at each other. Maisie knew those gummy bears she smuggled in her dad’s cart weren’t approved, and she knew her mother knew what she did. Aelin knew Maisie knew she knew. On the sidelines of the interaction, Rowan pretended he didn’t know what was going on.

Neither of the three dared say a word. The ride home was remarkably peaceful.

˜˜ “Rowan.” Aelin tried to sound stern, but she liked it too much when he was being playful like this.

In her kitchen, he held her hostage in his arms while she protested, saying she needed to put the groceries away. Her captor was unrelenting, kissing her neck and telling her he needed her now.

“We should meet halfway,” he conceded. “We put away just the fridge stuff and go to your room. How about that?”

However, they had already used most of Maisie’s very limited screen time to do this quickly at his house, putting away his groceries, then came to her place do the same thing. The kid’s TV show episode could end at any given moment, and Aelin better be done by the time it happens.

When she reminded him as much, his small whine was absolutely adorable.

Rowan was undeterred, though. “We live together now. Don’t I have a say in the house rules?”

No, but that brought a small smile to her lips. “Are you okay, though? With living together now.”

They hadn’t had much to talk about that, and she knew the logistics weren’t simple.

“I want everything, Aelin, and I want it for yesterday.” He shuddered out a long breath, and she tried not to read too much into how he tugged her closer from behind, encasing her in his embrace with one thumb brushing her lower belly. “But some of it is just me—stuff I didn’t get to do. Guilt. I’m still sorting that out. And I’m much more comfortable just following your pace, at least for now.”

“Okay, then.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah, okay.” Aelin sighed. “We have a lot to talk about, but we really do need to put away these.”

He groaned, but picked up a plastic bag to help.

She wiggled her eyebrows. “The sooner we do this, the sooner we sort things out, and the sooner we move in together.”

They worked together in silence, quickly tackling bag after bag so they could repeat the same thing in Rowan’s place.

“Fireheart?” Rowan handed her one bag. “I think this goes in your room.”

“Oh.” Aelin eyed the menstrual pads inside. “I found these on sale, they were such a steal!”

Amusement crinkled his eyes. “That’s great, babe.”

She always perked up when she found pads on sale, Aelin thought as she went to her room. She was terrible at tracking her own period, so she bought pads at random and had a stock ready whenever she needed them.

Aelin opened her ensuite’s cabinet door and—

Weird.

Her stock was nearly overflowing.

Weirdweirdweird. Aelin’s heartbeat shot up before she could properly process what was going on.

She didn’t keep good track of her period, but her pads and tampons always kept to a certain amount, but this… this looked almost as if Aelin hasn’t had her period for a while.

Weird.

Aelin took one step back. Another.

Naps with Fleetfoot. Crying over bananas. After-pizza sickness. Fuck.

Time slowed down and everything felt to physically distant—Aelin felt like she was suspended in a void, no solid footing as she walked to the kitchen where she left her things.

“Where’re you going?” Rowan asked when she had her purse and car keys in hands.

“I forgot to buy something.”

“Want some company?”

“No, I—“ Aelin closed her mouth. Smiled. “Just buying some vitamins,” she half-lied.

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I miss your headcanons. Do you have any new headcanons with Sonic 2 out especially with Tails and Knuckles?

I miss making them too, my friend. I’m sorry for the lack of headcanons and creative things here. I really am. I do, in fact, have some wholesome Tails, Knuckles, and family headcanons to share! Without further ado, here are some headcanons of our favorite family!

Tails:

Tails is a highly skilled craftsman; anything that one can think of he can make. He has no problem turning dreams into reality.

Tails goes by he/they pronouns! Tails is also ace!

Tails refers to Maddie as “Dr. Mom. Tom is “Sheriff Dad.

Like Sonic, Tails looks like to Tom very much. He’s listened to all of the stories that Sonic has shared of Tom and marvels at how heroic he is.

Tails is incredibly shy around people. Sometimes they get so anxious about saying a few words to strangers, but the genre support from Sonic and Maddie helps them gain enough courage to talk to others.

Both Tails and Sonic bond over reading comic books, playing with legos, watching sitcoms, playing video games, and exploring around town. Sometimes they’ll take their bikes around town and explore, but they mostly run around and talk to people.

Tails has converted the garage into a lab. He keeps all of his inventions in there and several jars of bugs and plants he’s collected around town. Tom’s got a mild concern of some of the species that Tails has collected, such as the bees and wasps that he collects.

Tails made a five hour presentation��one with graphs and pie charts—to convince both Tom and Maddie to keep the Biplane in the backyard. When guests come over, they puts a camouflage tarp over it and hopes that people don’t touch it.

Tails has a swing bed in the attic! Tom’s shoddy carpentry skills attempted to make Tails a swing bed that looked similar to an airplane for them to sleep in. Tails is very appreciative of Tom’s acts of kindness.

Tails has mastered every Earth language possible… in an afternoon. Their native language also happens to be English.

Tails reprogrammed the Roomba at the Sheriffs Department to not only act like an Alexa 2.0, but to also shoot lasers at anyone that looks like a threat. Uncle Wade is highly afraid of it. There’s also one of these at the Wachowski home that irks the mailman.

Tails is banned from ever using the toaster. They’re not allowed to tamper with it. Toasters shouldn’t be able to combust into flames and sings show tunes.

Tails is also interested in the Earth’s geological history! He and Maddie frequently visit natural science museums to study rock features and collect minerals.

Knuckles:

Knuckles, Sonic, and Maddie have a daily ritual of practicing yoga.

Knuckles has a mild respect for Maddie—he’s very quick to protect her and accompany her anywhere that she goes. The two also bond with each other by styling their hair.

Knuckles’ names for his parents are “Mum Maddie” and “Lord of Donuts.”

Knuckles was very hesitant to be a part of the Wachowski clan at first. He was afraid that he would be alone and have to earn their trust slowly, but a group hug from Tom, Maddie, Sonic, and Tails convinced him that he belonged with them.

Knuckles is trained in multiple forms of combat. Multiple. Sometimes he’ll casually mention in passing what forms of combat he’s skilled in and what situations he’s had to use it for, which earns stares and startled silences from family members.

When Knuckles first moved in, he asked Maddie to help him record the Echidna history through written text. They’ve spent hours recording as much history that he remembered so he could one day share it with everyone.

When he’s feeling homesick and longing for some sort of connection with his past, Knuckles weaves wampus belts and decorative sarongs. He didn’t know that his family members would be interested in his craft, so they wear it with pride whenever he makes a new piece.

Knuckles sleeps in a pile of pillows and blankets on the floor in the attic. He was given a bed at first to sleep in, but he kept insisting that the floor was much more suitable for him. He does, however, like his piles of pillows and blankets to burrow under.

Knuckles doesn’t care for labels, but he goes by he/him pronouns. He’s also bisexual.

Knuckles is a very talented singer!

Knuckles is skilled in herbal and religious-like medicines. He can cure almost anything with his knowledge on alternative medicines. Knuckles was also shocked to learn that Sonic had a basic idea of his own Owl-based practices of healing with herbs.

Much like Sonic. English is not Knuckles’ native language. He’s at a moderate to pro level, but is still learning it.

Knuckles struggled a bit to bond with Tom at first, but they bonded real quick over an afternoon at the gym… and accidentally breaking the equipment. Now the two need to find a new gym to frequent.

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Tom and Maddie were very quick to adopt Tails and Knuckles as their own children. The two took one look at each other and just knew that these beans needed a loving home and support system.

The five of them frequently do family activities together! Sometimes they play baseball, other times they go camping. They have taken a road trip since Tails and Knuckles moved in. The five went to a few national parks in the area and drove to the west coast to see the beach.

All five of them are banned from Olive Garden. Don’t ask, it required a family therapy session. It also involved some tears from Tom as Knuckles carried him away.

Tom and Maddie are in the firm belief that Sonic is the middle cryptic child that gives off youngest sibling vibes between Tails and Knuckles. Tails is definitely the smartest in the group and deals with his older brothers. Knuckles is the most mature and wise of the group.

Tom and Maddie have bought clothes for their kids to wear, but they’re finding more and more that all three like hand-me-downs. The three fight over which shirt they want from their parents.

Thanks to Tom and his love for video games, he’s gotten all three of his kids addicted to SAGE’s iconic hero, Irish the Hedgehog. They also bond over all of Tom’s childhood heroes and comic books.

Tom and Maddie have personal days with the kids. Tom takes the boys fishing, ice fishing, hockey events (Knuckles was so excited to see a hockey game that he scampered onto the ice to play with the team), the skateboard park (and a trip the the ER for Tom), hiking, and the movies. Maddie takes the boys to bowling (Sonic is usually the bowling ball to win perfect games), museums, the movies, hiking, gardening, Springvalley to the explore city life, camping, and archery events.

Tom and Maddie have made it a rule that the kids have to help make dinner every night. It helps build teamwork skills, communication skills, and strengthens their bond with each other. Tom and Maddie cook, the kids meal prep, and Ozzie sets the table.

Movie night for the family is the best! Maddie and Knuckles make a movie-themed dinner for everyone to enjoy, Tom takes Tails and Sonic to the store to rent a movie (it takes an hour for them to three of them to decide, so they just get a movie from each genre). Pillow forts are made, everyone puts on their pajamas, and they watch movies until the crack of dawn.

Holidays at the Wachowski home are a blast! Tom and Maddie make sure to go all-out for their kids; decorations, fancy foods, festivals, you name it! The kids agree that their favorite holiday is a tie between Halloween, the Blueberry Festival, and Hanukkah.

Tom and Maddie had a long conversation with Sonic about adopting his younger and older siblings. It was a reminder that they still love him no matter what, they wanted him to have siblings so that he wouldn’t feel alone anymore. It was a very emotional moment, all three of them cried.

If you would like for me to make more headcanons in the future, feel free to ask! I’m always happy to make some of our favorite family!

[hotdamnhunnam]

Hi, I haven't seen any request with Raleigh Becket, so him with🥶,☕,😚(kiss). (Also I'm sorry I barely ever request anything and I suck at picking characters and emojis or prompts). Hope you won't have much trouble with this.

Thanks for your request for my Emoji Fic Fest! No need to apologize at all, this is great lol, and I’m glad to have gotten a Raleigh request! 💗

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Iced Coffee Kisses

Pairing: Raleigh Becket x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, Raleigh crushing on a girl & being the awkwardest turtle in the world Word Count: ~1.2k Emoji Prompt: 🥶☕️😚 (key words are in bold)

It’s fucking cold.

The frigid air bites through his coat as falling snow dampens his hair to darker gold. He really isn’t one to bitch about conditions, but he shouldn’t even be in this position. Though his shift is done, the officer in charge is in the middle of some speech, some protocol he needs to teach, and he wants everyone to listen. Raleigh Becket is a good boy so of course he feels compelled to do as told.

There’s a completely selfless reason as to why he’s fucking miffed: he picked up coffee for somebody at the tail end of his shift. It’s in a little paper cup with a cheap plastic lid, and cooling off with every passing minute. He’d have just gotten a new one, when this stupid speech is done—but as the officer goes on and on and on, it’s getting late and Raleigh knows, by now the cafeteria is fucking closed.

When he’s at last released he hurries to the dormitory halls—toward your room—rushing as briskly as he can without the risk of spilling cooled off coffee all over his balls. From all the cold his crotch is numb, so if this drink splashed from the cup and stained his pants he probably wouldn’t even feel a thing at all.

Maybe it’s good if his dick’s broken ‘cause whenever he gets close to you it tends to want to stand up stiff and tall.

When he arrives and softly knocks his frostbit knuckles on the closed door of your dorm… for the first time all day he finally feels warm.

Warm turns to hot now as the door swings open, and you’re wearing your pink panda bear pajamas just as he was hoping. Or not hoping, to be more precise—he always loves to see you looking so damn cute, till he reminds himself it’s rude, and has to turn away his eyes.

The pink of your pajamas pales against the rosy petals of his lips. He’s just a friend but times like this you wish that he would fucking grab you by the hips… slam you against the wall and claim your ass as his, with a big fat passionate kiss…

Of course that isn’t what he does. At least not yet. He’s still the same virtuous golden boy he always was, even more bashful and respectful now than back when you first met.

“Hey!” he greets you with a goofy smile as he holds the coffee up, big hand wrapped tight around the small white cup. “I, uh—I know you said that you’d be working on that huge project all day, most likely staying up all night. Figured some coffee couldn’t hurt, right?”

Beam at him sunshiney bright. “Aw, that’s so sweet of you!” I seriously love you.

“It’s… it’s more like iced, I guess,” he tells you with a grimace. “Got held up but tried my best.”

“I love iced coffee,” you reply honestly. “Thanks so much Raleigh, this—this is really sweet.”

You take the cup he came to offer you and all you feel is heat.

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“I like your dorm.”

He instantly regrets that you invited him inside ‘cause now he’s sitting here beside you on your bed and starts to squirm. He’s saying stupid shit and finds his mouth is spouting off impulsively before the thoughts can form. “It’s… really warm.”

You don’t want him to feel embarrassed or ashamed, but seeing him all shy and awkward is so cute you can’t be blamed. Your tone is playful and indulgent and you hope he knows that you don’t mean to mock him. You just really want to fuck him. “Leigh, you do know that our rooms are all the same?”

The only person in the world who gets to call him by a girl’s name.

Rolls his eyes, hoping you don’t notice the bulge between his thighs. “Obviously. But the, uh—pictures you’ve put up are really lovely.”

Gestures at the walls. You’ve been meaning to decorate a bit more but you’ve not gotten around to it at all. There are, like, two photos hung up but otherwise you can’t deny your room is ugly. Even more so when in contrast to the sheer beauty of godly golden Raleigh.

Though he knows your bed is just the same as everybody else’s, he can’t help but feel it’s extra fucking comfy. He feels home here on your mattress. Warm and fluffy. “How’s the coffee?”

“It’s… it’s iced,” you answer with a tender smile as you take another sip, lick the cool liquid off your lip. Shift closer toward him on the bed. “But like I said—I really like it iced. It’s nice.”

“I like your eyes.”

Dude, what the fuck. He wants to hide under a rock. There’s not a rock in sight though so the poor guy’s out of luck. He wants to run but he’s forgotten how to even fucking walk. You touch his forearm through his coat and it’s as if you touched his motherfucking cock.

“I like yours too. They’re really blue,” you coo, sweeping a tuft of snow-kissed gold off to the side so you can see his blushing face in fuller view. “Leigh, you do know I’m really into you?”

He swallows hard and doesn’t think he’ll make it through, if you continue. He’ll combust to fucking pieces if it’s true. “…Into?”

You nod and set the nearly empty cup of coffee on the nightstand, freeing both your hands. “I’m really not that subtle with my hints to you.”

“What hints?” This blonde buffoon is seriously sitting here without a fucking clue.

Even that one time when you literally asked Raleigh if he wanted to take you on a date he thought you meant as friends or something and he still wasn’t convinced.

Leigh sees you as some kind of Disney princess way beyond his league—your bravery and brains and beauty make him weak—he doesn’t have a clue that he’s your fucking prince.

So you decide your hints are gonna have to get a little bold. “You know the coffee that you brought may have been cold… but you’re still super fucking hot.” You watch his eyes widen to take in what you’ve told. Whether he finds himself believing it or not. “Believe me, Leigh—I like you, like, a lot. I think about you every fucking night and get off on the thought.”

Oh my God what the fucking what. Now any chance he had at answering coherently is shot. He fumbles frantically for words and gives you what little he’s got. “I do… I do that when I think about you too?”

He says it like a question as if there was any doubt that you already knew.

“I know you do,” you purr. Lean in to finally kiss him hungrily and hotly—then shift suddenly—down to your knees before him on the floor. You love his kisses but you’d love to kiss him elsewhere even more. “You know I never thanked you properly, for that lovely iced coffee that you got me… thankfully that is exactly what this slutty little mouth of mine is for.”

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[jaeyunsz]

okay /cracks fingers

let's do this! GOOD BOYS GO TO HEAVEN REVIEW STARTS HERE

okay Jake being a good boy and excelling in academics is so on brand

sick of eating ramen? DOESN'T SOUND LIKE JAKKE SHDASHDAS help

"He wondered what your business was with the Jungwon kid" THE JUNGWON KID hshshs

THE WAY HE GOT FLUSTERED AT EYE CONTACT what a pure boi

"second, i wasn't staring" ALL MEN DO IS LIE

LISTEN the moment Jake started looking for Heeseung I HAD TO PAUSEE MY MUSIC BECAUSE IT FELT LIKE I WAS LOOKING TOO AHSDHASDHAS HELP THE SUSPENSE

how did they NOT FULLY CLOSE THE DOOR so irresponsible!??!?! or INTENTIONAL?

LUST! LET''S GAUR COMMIT SINSSS

"Jake wanted to be in Heeseung’s place so badly." that's just adorable tbh

"but this time, it wasn’t Heeseung but himself getting a taste of you. " NO BECAUSE I CAN SEE THIS AS A SCENE IN THE MOVIE like it's a dreamy scene/flashback of heeseung and y/n but then it glitches and it's JAKE and y/n omg amazing

"Why would he when it felt like drinking lemonade after a hot day out?" OOF LOVE THIS ANALOGY

"He turned his hand into a fist, knuckles turning white as he tried to hold himself back." I'M SORRY THIS REMINDED ME OF THE ARTHUR MEME

SHUT UP SHE CAUGHT HIM JERKING OFF?!?!@?!?@ I GUESS THEY'RE EVEN

‘’You won’t remember the existence of God by the time I finish playing with you.’’ ALEXA PLAY GOD IS A WOMAN BY ARIANA GRANDE

LUST AND ENVY WHAT A DEADLY COMBINATION

nah lowkey the way the boys talk about her makes me SLIGHTLY uncomfortable ngl

There was nothing more Jake wanted to do than punch Heeseung in the face. -- HONESTLY MOOD

He couldn’t foresee how silence could be painful. -- WAIT THIS LINE IS SO BEAUTIFUL

‘’And think about how good they would feel inside me.’’  -- now what man would not MELT at this sentence wow even i blushed

’Touch me more, puppy.’’ -- ALEXA PLAY SHE LOVES CONTROL BY CAMILA CABELLO

remembering the time when Sunghoon was talking about how he made this one girl cum by simply doing this.  -- WE NEED AN ELABORATION, A NEW HOON FIC PLEASE

sorry i got cut off because of the paradoxxx invasion teaser ok where was i

HIM ASKING FOR CONSENT WE LOVE THIS

repeated mentions of HEAVEN makes me think of ariana grande's position like "heaven sent you to me" YESSS

wait proper orgasm so with heeseung y/n never got one? BURNNNN

ugh jake coming undone and y/n being so understanding about it I LOVE THIS COUPLE

JAKEY -- /combusts

You don’t have feelings for me. You have feelings for the idea of me. -- MY HEART BROKE

REUUNITED OH THANK GOD IT'S NOT A SAD ENDING

OKAY WOW THAT WAS SUCH A ROLLER COASTER FIRST THINGS FIRST THIS WAS WRITTEN SO WELL? the plot flows so nicely and the way everything is described in DETAIL (cough the Jake masturbating scene cough) I LOVE IT SO MUCH looking forward to your future releases!!! also do stop by my blog if you want to read some hee or jay fics!!! now i have to go to the bathroom to wash my face LMAOOOO

omgg vhdkls okay first of all yes yn did leave the door open in purpose, she had her eyes on jake and never on heeseung. SECOND yes yn had to fake an orgasm with heeseung rip yn <3 i mean he did make her feel good but the orgasm... better luck next time heeseung...

also i put my heart and soul into jake's solo scene, i still can't believe i wrote that filthy shit, it's so dirty i swear i didn't mean that scene to be so fucking nasty but shit happens u know <3

aaaand i will def read your stuff when i find some extra time!! i'll be adding them to my reading list!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR TAKING YOUR TIME TO WRITE THIS NANA!!!! i really appreciate it <3333

[ickle-ronniekins]

home for the holidays || christmas promises

A/N: hiii everyone! ya girls are here to provide a christmas collab entitled “home for the holidays” that we couldn’t stop freaking out about together like a bunch of dorks. we’ll each be writing two installments each for a four-part total series! alexa ( @harrysweasleys ) will be posting chapter two! super excited for this and thank yoooou to alexa for being just as excited about this collab and for being so patient with my wacky schedule!

desc: would it really be christmas at the burrow without a snowball fight just as the clock strikes midnight on christmas? fred’s happy to have you at his favorite place during his favorite time of year, and the excitement of the holidays seems to have him in a lovey-dovey mood.

pairing: fred x reader

word count: 1.4k

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“Fred! Y/N! Would you two get back out here! Ginny, blimey, can’t you wait a moment before sending another one my way? Bloody hell!”

George’s yelps echoed from outside the Burrow. His voice sounded very loud, because that’s how it always seemed during a snowfall, didn’t it? It always seemed especially quiet as the ground became covered in a blanket of sparkly white. It’s as if the falling snow could silence the entire atmosphere.

You tried to push Fred toward the snowball fight that was unfolding between his siblings, but he yanked you back to him and pressed you against the side of the house, hidden beneath the shadows of the night. The faint light of the moon highlighted his twisted features of hunger.

“Fred, they’ve called us five times now, I reckon we’ve got to get back out there, haven’t we? Besides, poor George is getting absolutely pummeled by your sister,” a laugh escaped you as you watched another snowball smack George right across the head. He groaned in frustration and shoved Ron into a nearby snowbank for laughing at him.

“Don’t care, that game’s for children anyway,” Fred told you. You could see his breath in the air and it was becoming increasingly difficult to not pull him into the nearby garden shed.

You snorted. “Says the boy who suggested it in the first place.”

“It was only so I could get you alone out here, actually.”

Fred revelled in the sneakiness of your actions. His parents were just inside, his siblings a few mere feet away, and yet he was about two bloody seconds away from pulling your jacket right off --

“Freddie!”

He hummed against your lips and listened intently for that moan he knew all too well, the one that sent him into a dizzying spiral each and every time he heard it. “Can’t help it, love,” he cooed as you pushed playfully against his chest. He secretly loved it, you fighting your own overwhelming instincts and trying to shove him away from you, despite yourself, because he knew how much you wanted it too. Your eyes glistened with obvious yearning.

Against your better judgement, you decided to indulge your own hunger and yanked him closer by the collar of his jacket. “What’s the matter, Freddie? Didn’t get enough last night?”

A slight sigh escaped him and he was immediately transported to your final evening in the castle before returning home for the Christmas holidays. The copious amounts of firewhisky had earned him a night full of heated kisses and a morning filled with a throbbing headache. But here he was, just hours later, and it was nothing that the feeling of your lips on his couldn’t cure. Though, as his mouth moved against yours, he began to feel drunk all over again.

He trailed his hands across your hip bones and underneath your shirt a bit, his fingertips grazing your exposed skin. It’s as though every part of him that touched you was setting you on fire. “No, darling, I definitely did not get enough.”

“Okay, then let me make you a promise.”

You piqued his interest. Fred pulled away but kept close as he waited for your proposition. He couldn’t help but notice the sparkle of the snowflakes that had fallen onto your eyelashes, and how the tip of your nose and cheeks were so rosy from the cold weather. If he didn’t get you alone, and really alone, quick enough, he felt like he was going to spontaneously combust.

“If you behave, and help me obliterate Ron for getting me square in the gut with a snowball, then maybe we can pick up where we left off last night sometime later.”

He wiggled his eyebrows at you as he raked his teeth through his bottom lip, eager for later to be right bloody now.

He nearly growled before pushing you back up against the side of the house, his mouth eagerly finding yours again, before a rogue snowball (definitely charmed by one of his siblings) smacked him right in the side of the head. He heard Ron, George, and Ginny fall into a fit of raucous laughter before running out of sight yet again.

He rolled his eyes and turned back toward you, nearly melting at the sight of your sparkly eyes and rosy cheeks. You sniffled a bit -- the cold always did make your nose a little sniffly -- and you pulled gently on the collar of his jacket. He felt heat rise up in his legs, into his stomach and his arms, and finally felt his face flush a crimson red, all because of how absolutely bloody adorable you looked into your little pompom hat and scarf that was far too large it looked like it was swallowing you whole. And yet, you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in his life.

“What?” you asked, raking your bottom lip through your teeth at the sight of him going googly-eyed.

“Nothing,” he said quietly before tightening his grip around your waist and resting comfortably against you, his breathing finding synchronization with yours. “You know mum’s been absolutely dying to have you here, and for Christmas, no less.. I reckon she’ll even make you a sweater.”

You arched an eyebrow in surprise. “Oh really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“Well that’s kind of her,” you replied, the rosy colour of your lips resembling that of your cheeks, and Fred found himself internally whining and desperately trying to suppress his feelings of eager want down into the depths of his soul. Later. You were making it bloody difficult though, especially when you said, “I’d love my own sweater knitted by your mum. But there’s nothing quite like wearing yours.”

It sent his heart soaring. He honestly felt himself dropping to his knees with weakness, and he swore to himself that if he had a ring, he’d ask you to be his wife right then and there -- no script, no plan, just unwavering love. He leaned himself further against you to hold himself upright and you giggled teasingly at the weight of him on top of you.

He knew how much you loved wearing his sweater. Or any of his clothing, really, but especially the cozy sweater. You wore it more than he did, actually, but he didn’t mind. Looked way better on you than it did him, didn’t it? He loved how the sleeves were so long it went past your hands, how the oversized material hung loosely over your body, but in that adorable type of way he loved to see each and every time you two would wake up from a nap in the school dormitories. But if there was one thing he loved more than seeing you in it, it was taking it off of you.

Bloody hell, mate, pull it together.

He bit down on his lip and jokingly pulled your hat further down your head so it was almost covering your eyebrows, and you scrunched your nose and giggled, once again making the butterflies in his stomach dance around in delight. “I’m really happy you’re here.”

You batted your eyelashes at him, “Freddie boy, how can you go from being so incredibly alluring to so sweet and sincere in mere seconds?”

“Dunno,” he replied, ignoring the calls from his siblings again, “but I reckon it’s one of the reasons you fell in love with me, right?”

He meant it as a joke, as he did mostly everything. He expected you to laugh, or to playfully punch him in the gut, but was pleasantly surprised when all you did was blink as the gentlest of smiles tug at your lips. “Of course it is.”

Just then, in the quiet stillness of the night, you both heard the church bells in the village begin to ring, signaling midnight and the official start of the holiday.

Cheers from the front yard erupted, and by the look in your eye, Fred could tell that you figured you should both get back out there and celebrate with the rest of them. He agreed, but he forced just a few more seconds, testing fate or destiny or whatever it was, and as you began to walk out toward them, he gently spun you around and caught your lips with his. There was nothing hungry or wild about it; it was, if anything, one of the purest exchanges you’d both ever shared.

When you both pulled away, you hovered close to one another, your breath visible in the cold winter air, and Fred made sure to keep his hands wrapped around your neck and entangled in the strands of your hair. He caressed your cheek with his thumb, gently, tenderly. His voice was so soft, so quiet, his words gently landed in your ears like the snowflakes soundlessly melting into the ground. “I love you, beautiful. Happy Christmas.”

“Happy Christmas, Freddie.”

[anxiety-trademark]

The week in review:

Raw 08/24 NXT 08/26 Smackdown 08/28 Payback 08/30

Raw:

Sarah Schreiber is rude af confirmed.

Nia is funny, idc.

Shayna Baszler is rude af confirmed.

“Addams family reject” kekekek bYE

If Sasha had magical abilities, Bayley would’ve burst into flames upon making her entrance into the arena, and by the look on Bayley’s face, she fucking knows it too.

This entire entrance is insanely tense. Sasha is the epitome of “going through the motions”

Hi why are they having a rematch and why is it a lumberjack match? I’ll be patient, I’ll be patient.

I already love the dynamic between Shayna and Nia.

Bayley telling Shayna to regrab her wrist. Peeped that.

Oh my GOD I prayed to the fucking tides I’d never see Bayley’s “around the world” bs move again, plz. PLZ. Ultimate troll. Negative 15 points for annoying me; plus 15 points for actually annoying me.

Bayley and Shayna still have great chemistry. We are not surprised.

Damn Shayna flipping Nia over. POINTS.

I really like Nia’s hair btw.

Shayna still rude af confirmed.

Love. This. All of this.

Bianca has a lot going for her, I just wish she didn’t telegraph her moves so much. She’s a work in progress. I’m sure in 2 years with some practice, she’ll be a top woman. Shame there’s no live events, she’s one that would really benefit from them.

I like how Lana and Natalya always match. Cute points.

“We tried to elevate [Mickie] we tried to make her relevant on TikTok,” pppffffttttttttt

kekekek black screen. Let’s see if they actually continue to use Mickie. [X] to doubt.

So the point of the lumberjack match is to keep Bayley out. That’s fair. Could’ve just banned her from ringside, but alright.

Wow some awful fucking lumberjacks. Fuse a damn spine guys.

Lol Sasha took out the Riott Squad. Honestly, fair, there’s a DEEP history there.

Lana is a great comical character. She has a niche.

Nice bounce on that Frog Splash. Still doesn’t get it straight enough.

Well I guess I’ll never know what the fuck Shayna was going for there, but alright. Sasha loses, as Sasha does (again I’m kidding I know how this ends). Anyway.

Highlight: Nia & Shayna being Nia & Shayna together

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NXT:

*Candice discusses her history with Tegan* No.

I like the ongoing gag of Shotzi running Robert over with her tank. Points.

Lots of telegraphing of moves, but Mia and Shotzi work together nicely, all things considered.

Gorgeous suplex

I don’t understand why you’d have Shotzi lose to Indi those few weeks back if you’re gonna give her this big win over Gatekeeper Mia. I understand Mia’s trajectory, just not sure why Shotzi was fed to fucking Indi lmao. Good for Shotzi though. A perfectly serviceable match.

“It’s gonna be a piece of cake because we are actually a team. They are not. They don’t even get along.” Hi Dakota, bitter rivals Becky and Charlotte - who defeated Baysha at Madison Square Garden - just called. They said that don’t mean shit.

Raquel needs to work on her conviction and acting, me thinks.

Peep that Raquel’s focus was on Rhea during the entrance pose, moreso than on Dakota. If I had to guess, I’d say that’s relevant to the future of this R&R feud.

Dakota wins cute points for trying to make herself seem bigger next to Raquel. Also just realized their gear matches. More points.

Lol Rhea just tells Io to get out.

A stalemate after a lockup is certainly a choice.

I can almost respect Raquel’s struggle to be taken down by a Hurricanrana because of her size, but it still looked sloppy *shrug*

Io looks so much better than she did at Takeover.

Really. Tired. Of interferences.

Booking wise I get why they had Rhea take the pin instead of Io, right... Don’t want your face champ to eat a pin in a throwaway match unless it advances something, and Raquel beating Rhea advances their own story. I get it. All I’m saying is in kf, Rhea looks like an idiot. Why save Io and tag herself in when she can barely see straight. She doesn’t even put up a decent effort, just immediately gets pinned lmao. It’s fine, I’m nitpicking.

Fine match, though didn’t quite feel main event caliber. Even though the top 3 women in nxt were in it, it felt hollow stakes-wise.

Highlight: Shotzi running Robert over with her tank

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Smackdown:

Bayley on a mission to unintentionally obliterate every ounce of confidence Sasha Banks possesses. Sad.

Sasha is obviously done with her shit, yet sticks around cuz this absolute douche is still her best friend. The true loyal one.

“Sasha only carrying the tag team championship,” this is why they bully you, Michael Cole.

The doubt written all over Sasha’s face is a solid touch.

Bayley “what is self awareness” Dos Straps, everyone.

“I should’ve known your history and how you can never successfully defend a raw title,” Y I K E S. Sasha fucking rekt by her own best friend.

She immediately tries to make a pun lmaooo what a tool.

Bayley’s progression in acting over the past year is astonishing.

“Lucky for you, you’re still my best friend.” oop.

“I will get my vengeance,” Bayley just combusted into flames again (in Sasha’s head)

Let me start this off by saying Tamina played her supporting role here perfectly.

Love how the first reactionary change Fiend caused to Alexa was her putting in pigtails -  a hairstyle she hasn’t worn since what, early 2017 on Smackdown??

The way Alexa looked off in a daze after Nikki said her hair reminded her of the Fiend is fucking ace.

The way she snaps out of it is fucking ace.

The way she starts going off on a tangent before smashing the mug is fucking ace.

I’m not claiming Alexa as the greatest actress on the roster, but this particular character contains the perfect layers for Alexa to play, and nobody could play it better. That’s where I’m at with this story.

Points to Nikki as well. Great segment. Couldn’t have been done any better tbh.

Highlight: Alexa slowly drifting into a sea of insanity

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Payback:

I cannot give enough praise to the attempt to iron out the kinks in the Riott Squad. So impressed that they didn’t just randomly stick them back together and shrug about it.

Nice setup to a Shades of Kay, beautiful.

iiconics are the professional shit stirrers. Perfect team to tell this story with the Riott Squad.

Nice save Liv, nice save. Points for timing.

Double knees into Riott Kick is their finisher, huh? Love it. Good match, points to everyone for showing out on the kickoff.

Love the “Liv 2 Riott” as well. Solid fan of this team, hopefully the tag titles are in their future. Now don’t split them again.

Nia tossing Sasha into Bayley to break up the pinfall is great.

Sasha “ragdoll” Banks, everyone. Took those bumps well... but we’re not surprised.

Sloppy Samoan Drop, but I appreciate Nia using Sasha as a weapon... again lmao.

I’m certain Shayna will never be a flashy wrestler, but I can respect her increase in speed lately.

Fantastic double team by Baysha; Sasha hitting Nia with the Frog Splash as Bayley hits Shayna with a Bayley to Belly. Good showcase of their shock at the kickout as well. A moment of, “wtf do we need to do to win???”

Love the double submission, LOVE using Sasha to tapout Bayley. Sasha “I’m a weapon” Banks, everyone.

Pretty cool that in one year, Shayna has developed a history with all 4hw. Love seeing wwe build her back up after her feud with Becky.

I’ll say it again: Nia is hilarious, idc.

Highlight: Nia celebrating her win

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*Smackdown shined the brightest for me this week. Despite consisting of a mere 2 segments, they were both extremely powerful and provoked a lot of feelings, thoughts, and conversations.

[xoluvx]

can you do an imagine where fem reader likes zendaya but she doesn’t know if z is interested in girls so she tries to move on but doesn’t because zendaya gets jealous and expresses her feelings towards reader??? thank you ❤️❤️❤️

precious concept ❤️

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“Did you see Alexa’s outfit today?” You were practically drooling at the thought of the skimpy two piece. Not so much because of the girl who was wearing it, but because you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about how Zendaya would look in it.

Yeah, you had a massive crush on Zendaya. You had since the first day you met her. But things were not really going anywhere and you’d come to the conclusion that Zendaya was simply just not interested in girls.

And that was okay. You’d accepted that.

Though sometimes it was really confusing. Especially when you’d spend the night at her house and she’d insist on you sharing her bed rather than sleeping the guest room. Or when she’d always sit close to you, even though there were plenty of space all around.

It also didn’t help that you’d sit in during filming and watch the way she’d look at Hunter (or Jules). The first time you saw her filming her kissing scene with Hunter, you felt your blood boil just wishing she’d actually felt like that in real life so that you could come in and sweep her off her feet.

But she didn’t. And again, that was okay.

Zendaya glanced at you when you made that comment about Alexa and simply shrugged her shoulders. “Yeah, looks good.” She responded as she adjusted her wardrobe. You were in her trailer, waiting for her to be called on set.

“So… um I met someone.” You started nervously playing with you fingers. Yeah, you’d met a girl who was cute. She was no Zendaya, but you’d accepted the fact that you needed to move on.

Zendaya stopped her actions and stared at the mirror.

“Her name is Amanda.” You gulped, your hands were getting cold. Maybe you shouldn’t have said anything.

Zendaya nodded her head slowly finally turning to you. “Wow, that’s great. I’m happy for you, y/n.” Zendaya had a blank expression on her face. A very small faint smile on her lips, but you really had to squint to see it.

The air had grown awkward and you really wished you hadn’t said anything.

“I should probably get to set,” Zendaya said motioning towards the door. You nodded your head quickly, agreeing with her. “Let’s go?” She said again watching you quickly stand up.

You followed her all the way to set like a lost puppy. And you really really wished you hadn’t said anything. You knew Zendaya didn’t feel the same way, but maybe you liking girls bothered Zendaya? And now the idea of you hanging out with other girls non-platonically was weird for her?

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You were falling asleep by the time Zendaya finished her scenes. Your body curled up in a chair waiting patiently for her to finish. The thoughts of moving on had long left your mind and the only person you could think of was Zendaya.

Zendaya approached you, hands in the pockets of her pants. “Tired?” She asked nodding her head towards you. You stretched your arms, your shirt slightly rising revealing some skin.

Zendaya’s eyes quickly shifted to your exposed skin before meeting your eyes again. “So… Amanda?” She finally asked crossing her arms, her mouth formed a tight line.

“Yeah - I mean I don’t know if it’ll work out. I just met her on Instagram -“ You were quickly stopped by Zendaya who wrapped her arms around you. You were taken aback by her actions. She was an affectionate person, but it was something you rarely saw in public.

Your arms wrapped around her waist taking in the scent of her shampoo. Her curls tickled your face.

“Don’t go out with her,” she mumbled into your shoulder. You blinked trying to process the words that had just slipped through her mouth.

“What?”

“Don’t go out with her.” Zendaya said pulling away. Her eyes were big and lips were slightly parted. You could see her chest rise and fall with urgency.

“I like you.” She grabbed a hold on your hand looking down at the way your fingers molded perfectly. “I really like you.” She whispered.

Listening to her confess her feeling made you weak to your knees. It felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest. You felt like you were going to combust and turn into a million little butterflies.

“Y/n?” Zendaya asked raising her eyebrows, uncertainty written on her face.

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. You felt the corner of your eyes water from the overwhelming feeling of knowing that she liked you too.

“Say something.” She said squeezing your hand.

“I really like you too.” You blurted bringing your body closer to hers. You watched her brighten as she linked her fingers in your other hand. You stood there looking at each other for what seemed ages before you heard her soft voice.

“Can I kiss you?” Her voice was shaky.

“Please,” you gasped eager to finally taste those lips that you’d only daydreamed about.

It was perfect. It was everything you’d hope for and more.

[hessirius]

Can I?

(Grayson Dolan x Actress!Reader)

Summary:Reader is Belle in the latest movie, Beauty and the Beast. Her boyfriend, Grayson, always imagined himself in the slow dance scenes. Reader makes his dreams become reality on their anniversary.

Warnings: None really. Pure Fluff.

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You exited the theater, arm looped around Grayson's. You were filled with pride at how the movie turned out, after months of hard work, it payed off. Your grin was practically permanently drawn across your face, probably making you look like an idiot, but you couldn't care.

Making your way to the doors, you exited the premiere alongside Grayson and headed towards the car. However, you quickly noticed something was off when Grayson didn't open the car door for you like he usually did, but you quickly shrugged it off and entered the car.

The ride home was unusually thick with tension, it was unbearable. Deciding to break the defeaning silence, you ask a question that has been nagging you.

"Did you like the movie?" you hoped for a yes. You really really did.

"Yeah! It was amazing! The amount of effort and production put into it was clear," he enthusiastically said, turning around to give you a forced smile before turning to focus on the road.

Although you beamed with pride at the compliments, the fake smile still bothered you. "Gray.."

"Hm?"

"What's bothering you?" you asked with concern laced in your voice and a frown etched on your face.

"Nothi-"

"It's obvious it's not nothing, so please Grayson tell me the truth," you intervened.

He sighed, "I.. I just wished that I was with you in the ballroom scene," he mumbled under his breath.

"Gray I can't hear you."

"I said I just wish I was with you in that ballroom scene. You looked gorgeous, the dance was amazing, the song was amazing, I just wanted to be there you know," he said quickly.

"Gray.." I squeezed his hand "I had no idea you felt that way...Look I promise that we'll do that one day," I offered.

"For real?" he asked with a growing smile on his face.

"Yeah, for real," I smiled.

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*3 months later*

Everything was set up, you were sure about it after triple-checking. All that's left was him arriving. You tried to control your nerves while waiting for him, but nothing worked. You pulled out your phone to look at the time, 12:13 am, he should be her-

Your ears perked up at the sound of the bell and before you knew it you opened the door to a huge bouquet filled with a variety of flowers, held by none other than Grayson. Dressed in a white button up with rolled up sleeves, black dress pants and black shoes, he looked straight out of a magazine.

"You seriously had to bring me a garden in a bouquet didn't you?" you teased.

"Yeah, yeah, happy one year anniversary to you too," he rolled his eyes and leaned to give you a kiss before he was rudely interrupted by you pushing him back.

"We need to go!" you quickly put the flowers in a vase before dragging him out to the car and starting it.

"You know, you never told me where we're going," he said while opening your car door.

"That's because I didn't intend to. Just trust me," you shot back when he entered the car.

"How am I supposed to trust you when you texted me 'don't make reservations and tell E you'll be back past midnight?" he quickly countered back.

"You'll just have to! C'mon we're almost there anyway, just 8 more minutes!"

"Fine," he groaned, giving in.

When you finally reached your destination, you barely managed to lock the car before sprinting inside with Grayson in hand. Nerves turning to excitement, coursing through your veins and making your heart thump out of its place.

You walked into a beautiful seating area with antique furniture placed all around and beautiful gold trimmed tapestry. The decoration and placement playing a role in the elegance of it all. Walking into a hallway, covered in stunning paintings, you quickly reached the desired area.

Both of you stood at the top of a beige marble staircase, leading into a huge room with the most intricate architecture and golden accents strewn around strategically. Antique pieces finding their places in the room. On the opposite side of you, stood an identical staircase to the one you were currently stood on.

"Still have no idea what we're doing here," Grayson reminded me. You turned to see his awe-filled wide eyes roaming every part of the room, pausing to stare at the crystal chandelier hanging from the middle of the ceiling.

"Well. I actually need you to go to the other staircase there and turn right. You'll find a door, enter. You'll also find an outfit, wear it. A 20 minute timer will start the minute you walk in, once it's done you walk out and face me. Got it?" You quickly informed him, the anticipation starting to kick in.

"Um..yeah, but what about you?"

"I'll be doing the same thing except on this side. Now go!" you pushed him towards the other side of the room. He quickly descended down the stairs and crossing the room, all the while scanning everything, thankfully missing the cameras you set up.

After he climbs up the staircase and disappears right, you enter your own room. You were met with an ocean of yellow in the form of a dress. Displayed on a hanger, its sleeves wide apart and stopping at the tip of where the shoulders would be, flowing into a beautiful gown. Decorated with intricate swirls at the bottom and catching the light, the dress was breathtakingly beautiful.

Remembering the time limit, you quickly shed your clothes and slip into the dress. You zip up the back and turn to look at the mirror. It fits perfectly, seeing as it was sewn just for you. You quickly pull a couple strands of hair and join them in a small bun at the back of your head, supporting it with golden clips that were placed on the beige counter. You slip on the golden heels by the mocca couch and hear the timer go off. Perfect timing.

You swing the door open and take 3 strides before facing Grayson's side, only to see him standing there. Your eyes widen once you take in his appearance. He was wearing a long cardigan-like navy suit jacket that had beautiful gold edges, underneath was a white vest with delicate embroidery. Adorning a pair of navy pants and navy dress shoes, matching the rest of the look. He looked drool-worthy.

Meanwhile, Grayson was convinced he was about to combust. Sure he thought his outfit was weird, but now all his doubts faded away as he looked at you from across the room. The dress you were wearing, fit you so perfectly and truly made you look like you came right out of a fairytale book. Your hair tied back, showing your face. You looked exquisite and Grayson had to remind himself to inhale when he realised he wasn't breathing.

You slowly descended down the stairs, silently commanding him to do the same. You met the end of the stairs and walked towards him. You both stood in the middle of the room silently taking the other in when you asked, "Grayson Dolan, can I have this dance?" he looked at you with a confused look.

"With no music?"

"Right. Alexa, please play the ballroom playlist," you called out to the Alexa placed on one of the antique tables set against a wall.

As 'Tale As Old As Time' started playing, you held out your hand again and said, "Can I?" with an extended hand and a raised eyebrow.

He looked at you with a small smile and replied, "You can." He placed his hand on yours before saying, "I don't know how to slow dance so don't expect amazing moves."

"Just follow my lead," you smiled at him.

Slowly, you moved your feet and told him instructions and before you knew it, you were slow dancing. You looked up only to see him staring at his feet. You tilted his chin up to meet your eyes.

"I don't wanna step on your feet," he said worriedly.

"It's alright if you do Gray," you reassured him.

"Where did this idea come from?" he asked curiously.

"Well, when you said you wished you were in the ballroom scen at the premiere. I tried my best to recreate it. Trust me, when I say, that I love this more than the one in the movie," you give him a wide smile as he twirled you and brought you back to him.

"How did you do all of this?"

"Well I called the producers up and asked if I could borrow the dress, which they agreed to. I booked this ballroom a week ago and I worked with a designer on your outfit for about a month," I shrugged.

"I can't freaking believe you did this all for me," he said with an incredulous tone to his voice and the biggest smile.

"Gray, you deserve this and so much more than this. I'd do it all for you Gray, because I love you."

He didn't hesitate before leaning down to meet my lips into the most passionate kiss we've had, I felt a thousand emotions in it and I never wanted it to end. We parted for air and rested our foreheads against each other's.

"I love you too."

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SO CHEESYYY. I'm sorry for all the sappiness, I just had to write it. Tell me what you think!

[lovelyirony]

nat being gay on twitter (preferably for maria)

i’m sorry this has taken so long 

@ natasha-spider: hi i have a crush on a coworker! how long will it take to just straight up have me combust? we don’t know! 

“yeah hi when will i stop suffering. this is like....michaelangelo painting suffering” 

“oh fuck she’s wearing her high heels FUCKKKKKK” 

“alexa kashoot me how is she this pretty all the time. mystery” 

@ bruce7phds: nat how are you always like this 

@ natasha-spider: shut  up bruce just let me gay you are home of phobias 

“so anyway who let me be around her. she smells like lilacs and good things;l fjasd;lfjsda;lfjsd;lkjfsd;lj” 

“WE’RE HAVING A MOVIE NIGHT AND SHE IS SITTING NEXT TO ME” 

“guys she said she likes the same movie i do what is this” 

“I think????? she likes me???? she complimented my knives” 

@ maddiexoxxo do lesbians always have knives??????? 

@ natasha-spider: yes and what about it 

“guys. 

she asked me out on a date?” 

[darthspideys]

easier ~ 2

(Y/N) and Peter Parker don’t talk. There are a million reasons why, (or maybe there’s just one big reason). Both of them are dealing with the aftermath of tony starks death and not healthy ways. In an effort to get back to normal, they both go on the school trip to Europe, only to be thrust right back into the hero world. Someone needs to be the next Iron Man, but are either of them really ready for that?

Chapter 2 : Nothing is happening

“Everybody wants a happy ending. Right? But it doesn’t always roll that way.

Maybe this time.” -Tony Stark

A/N: So I had to put the entire chapter under the cut because tumblr is being a complete butt and wouldn’t let me format my stuff the way I usually so please don’t let that stop you from reading!

(Y/N) didn���t sleep for the next 48 hours. First and foremost, because building the partner device that would allow her to search universes for a Tony copy was taking her way longer than she thought it would. For a project she’d spent weeks designing, it had a lot of hidden flaws that did not show up in the simulations. It seemed that every time she was close to finishing it the entire thing blew up, or started a small fire that caused her to have to stomp it out, breaking the machine. That and the small fires and explosion noises peaked her sister’s attention every single time that the younger Stark went outside to play, which lead to Morgan telling her way into the garage to see what was going on.

Lucky (Y/N) knew how to hide whatever it was she was working on very well. It had started way back when she was old enough to work in the lab unattended. She never wanted her dad to see what she was working on, because she was so embarrassed that whatever it was she made wasn’t good enough, and would never actually work. Funny enough, she was feeling the same way with every prototype that she broke in the silent garage.

“(Y/N) come play with me.” Morgan said from the doorway, just as (Y/N) turned off the work table and kicked her device into the shadows nonchalantly.

“I can’t right now bug.” She said, scooping her sister up and carrying her back outside. “I really have to prep for my trip, okay?”

“How are you doing that in the garage?” Morgan asked, giving (Y/N) the patented ‘I don’t believe you’ look. “I thought momma said that you had to pack your clothes.”

“Uh-” (Y/N) winced, why did her sister have to be so smart? “I put all my clothes in the garage so that I could see them better, I mean there’s much better lightning in there.”

“Oh, okay!” Morgan smiled and (Y/N) let out a breath, momentary crisis averted.

“If I have time, I’ll come out and play with you okay? Maybe we can get in the water later.”

Packing was her next problem. She was nowhere near done, with it. Ever since the day before when Pepper had taken all the clothes out, (Y/N) had been two busy to put all the outfits back together again and then stuff them into the bag again. With a whopping four hours to go before she had to leave the house to get the airport she decided that would be the perfect time to do everything that she needed to get done. It was really the only time she had considering it had taken her so long to make a device that didn’t spontaneously combust.

She thought that everyone in the house was asleep. So when someone pushed open the door to her room, she was surprised to say the least. Pepper walked in and (Y/N) jumped up on her bed in surprise and ripped a hole in her step moms dress while doing so. “Oh, hi.” (Y/N) said, upon realizing that no one was trying to break into her room.

“Good morning to you too.” Pepper replied.

“And here are your car keys.” (Y/N) said, laughing a little as she pried the keys from her hand, it took her a second but she handed them back to Pepper.

“Sorry for scaring you, I thought you would be asleep.” Pepper’s eyes fell to the pile of clothes falling off of Alexas bed. “But I see that you haven’t packed yet and we have to leave in two hours.”

“Two hours? Wait it’s 4am I don’t have to leave until-”

“It’s 6am.”

“When did it become 6am?”

“Well I’m guessing right after 5:59 am.”

“Crap. And I literally haven't slept.”

“What were you up all night doing?”

“Um-” (Y/N) stammered, trying to come up with something that wouldn’t sound suspicious. “Reading, you know once you get hooked on the right book it’ll feel like time isn’t passing at all, and that’s what happened. I read the whole book in one night it was amazing.”

“What book?” Pepper asked her, giving a similar ‘I don’t believe you’ face to the one Morgan had the day before.

“Harry Potter. The last one-” She couldn’t remember the title, “Deathly Hallows. And I was reading it on my kindle-” Which is not anywhere in my room right now, crap. “Then I threw it out of my window because the ending of that book- man it’s a tear jerker, and it makes me prone to violence. Yep.”

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m worried about you.”  Pepper said, suddenly though (Y/N) knew she’d been thinking it for a Yeah, I’m worried about me too.

“You don’t need to be.” She lied, “I’m fine.” Another pause, she knew she had to make the whole thing believable, and that it wasn’t working. Saying ‘I’m fine’ was the equivalent of saying that she threw her Kindle out of the window, on the believable lies. “Okay maybe I’m not fine, but I haven't broken any windows lately or twisted any street signs, which is a major improvement. I am managing.” She said, hoping it would give her a pass. “I’m working on it. Please don’t worry about me.”

“I’m never going to stop worrying about you.”

“Well that’s a bummer.”

An hour and a half later, (Y/N) was completely packed, dressed and ready to take a thirty minute power nap before she had to leave. Only she never got the chance because as soon as she closed her eyes for a second and the next thing she knew Morgan was sitting next to her on the bed.

“Woah, hello there.” She said up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. “What are you doing up? It’s like seven in the morning. How many times do I have to tell you to enjoy sleeping in while you still can?”

“I don’t want you to leave.” Morgan said, tears beginning to brim in her eyes. She hugged (Y/N) tightly, “Don’t leave.”

“Hey, love-” She picked her up and put her on her lap. “I’m coming back. I'm gonna miss you too.”

“What if you don’t come back? What if I never see you again? What if you leave like daddy and don’t come back?”

“I’m not leaving forever okay?” (Y/N) smiled, despite the tears brimming in her own eyes. “I will always be here for you no matter what. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

“Okay.”

“I love you so much, you know that right?”

“I love you too, (Y/N/N).”

Instead of a thirty minute power nap, (Y/N) spent the next thirty minutes watching cartoons with her sister, and growing more and more tired. By the time she got to the airport, she was a sleep deprived zombie. (Y/N) was out on the curb about to walk through the doors when Pepper opened the trunk and said, “Wait! You forgot something.” (Y/N) regarded her suspiciously, walking back over to the car with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m pretty sure I-oh.” She fell silent at the sight of the trunk. Sitting on a hanger, neatly hung was her suit. The suit her father had made her way back when, before the airport battle, before peter and the ferryboat, before the infinity war, before everything.

I love you so much, and I don’t want to see you get hurt. But I also know that I can’t stop you, so I put a little something together. If you want to be a hero kid, I’m not going to stand in your way.

“You don’t have to take it if you don’t want to.”

“No, I want to. Can’t believe I forgot it actually. Thanks.” She tried to quickly wipe the tears out of her eyes, the memories were still too freshmen.

Pepper pulled her into a small hug. “I love you kiddo. Have fun.”

“I’m gonna try my best.”

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(Y/N) checked in, and ignored the stares from all of her other classmates. It had been three months since they’d all (or most of them) had found out that she was not in fact (Y/N) Stevens and she was (Y/N) Stark. For that she had to think the news media, she’d been shown at one of the memorial events with Pepper one time and they went digging for birth certificates and any scrap of information they could on her. (She’d given exactly one interview and afterwards told pepper she wasn’t doing another one ever). Between that and her mysteriously not coming back to school until the month prior, they had a lot to talk about behind her back. But she’d learned not to care, she didn’t want them to be her friends just because of who she was anyway.

So instead of talking to anyone, she slipped into a nearby chair, put on her sunglasses and was about to take a nap. That was when Ned slid into the chair next to her, in need of information. “What’s going on with you and Peter?”

“Well good morning to you too.” She pulled her sunglasses off her face and put them on her head. She half expected MJ to slide into the chair next to him, to the point where (Y/N) looked around to make sure that the other girl wasn’t lurking behind her but no one was around. (Y/N) sighed a little, things between her and MJ had been rough since the whole Stark reveal which was partly because (Y/N) hadn’t returned any of her messages. “Nice day we’re having?”

“It’s like 10am.” He replied, “It’s basically the afternoon.”

“Statements like that are why this country is broken.”

“I’m guessing you didn’t sleep last night.”

“You try living with a five year old. She doesn’t sleep because she gets nap time. I want nap time.” (Y/N) sighed.

“Back to my question, what’s going on with you and Peter?”

“Nothing. Just like there has been for months now. I don’t talk to him.”

“Yeah, but why?”

“Uh, because-”

“Because what?”

“If I refuse to answer are you just going to sit here?” She asked him.

“Yes.”

“For how long?”

“For however long it takes.” He leaned back into the chair. “Look (Y/N/N), you and Peter are my friends, I mean he's my best friend. And the two of you used to be so close, I mean you used to date-”

“He told you about that? It was for like five minutes.” She asked, sitting up. They’d only dated for a short time and she thought they weren’t ready to tell people, which made it a whole lot easier when they’d decided to end it, or she’d decided to end it. Or did she really? Was it really over between them? Would it ever really be over? (Y/N) shook her head, obviously thinks were over between them her brain was being crazy.  

“Of course he did, we’re best friends. And-” Ned paused, “He really liked you, he was so happy about finally being able to be with you. Then everything happened, and he won’t talk about it with me, he changed. So just tell me-what happened? Did it have something to do with your dad?”

“Everything has to do with my dad these days.” She sighed, not really meaning to say it out loud. “Look Ned, I-don’t really want to talk about it. Me and Peter dated, then half the universe, got destroyed, then I became an orphan, and now we’re going to Europe it’s all very complicated.”

“And you can control metal.” He shrugged.

“He told you about that too?” She grumbled, “Jeez I mean who is he going to scoop next, the new york times? God no one is supposed to know about this! It’s a whole thing, I mean if people find out that Tony Stark’s secret daughter had metal powers, they’re probably gonna connect that the vigilante who occasionally fights crime in manhattan with metal powers is that girl.”

“Wait your that mysterious vigilante that sometimes fights crime in manhattan then takes long breaks out of nowhere?”

“Well maybe they won’t then, looks like I just exposed myself a little there. Yeah, I am, but as you can probably tell not very committed to the hero gig. Pretty sweet suit though.”

“Can I see it?”

“If you stop asking me about what happened between me and Peter.”

“No deal.”

“Crap.”

“Look, I won’t tell anyone, about anything you just told me. I mean I’ve known Peter was spiderman for about three years now and i haven’t told anyone so I have a pretty good track record.”

“I won’t go into detail, but uh. A little bit after my dads uh-” She coughed through the words, “My dad funeral. We had a fight, some words were said, that can’t be taken back, can never be taken back, and that’s it. And now we don’t talk. He comes over to my house to play with my sister, and we don’t talk. That’s it.” And about a million other very complicated things you can know nothing about.

“That’s not an acceptable answer.”

“Do you really need details?”

“Not if your willing to just solve the problem on your own.”

“There’s not a problem. We used to be friends and now we’re not, things change and that’s just the way it is.” She shrugged, and pulled her sunglasses back down onto her face.

“(Y/N)-”

“Ned, look-I appreciate that you want to help, I really do. But Peter and me, we’re kinda unfixable. I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about it, but there’s no way I can take back what I said not in a way that’s fair to him.” She looked him in the eyes, sincerely and hoped that he took to heart what she said. As much as she wanted to fix things with Peter, she didn’t know how and she didn’t want to cause him any more pain then she already had.  “Also-” She flipped the sunglasses back onto her face for what she hoped would be the final time, “Betty is going to text you to go sit with her in about 3, 2, 1-”

Neds phone buzzed in his pocket and he pulled it out to find that Betty had texted him. He looked at (Y/N) in disbelief, showing her the text on his phone, though she knew what was on the screen before he did. “How did you?”

“I’m a Stark, I know things.”

“That explains nothing.”

“Kinda the point.” When he didn’t look like he was going to move, she came up with a new plan. “I’ll talk to Peter okay? We will have a full conversation, I can’t promise it’ll be a big heart to heart but it’ll be something. Now go talk to your girlfriend, I think she’s gonna send you another text, in about 3, 2, 1.” Ned’s phone buzzed again, “Let me guess, it says I miss you.”

“One day I will find out how you do that,”

“Yeah sure.”

Ned smiled and got up to walk over to Betty. (Y/N) made sure that her sunglasses weren’t glowing blue or anything and then leaned back into the chair, ready to use all fifteen minutes she had left to take a nap.

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[is6621]

The Tesla of China or Something Different?

Elon Musk and his company Tesla changed the car industry by trailblazing the production of Electric Vehicles. “The global electric vehicle market size was valued at $118,864.5 million in 2017, and is projected to reach $567,299.8 million by 2025, growing at a CAGR of 22.3% from 2018 to 2025.”

China, the world’s largest auto market, saw a huge influx of electric vehicle (EV) startups over the past 10 years. “According to Forbes, Chinese automakers churned out 680,000 all-electric cars, buses, and trucks in 2017, more than the rest of the world combined.”

In short, the future is EV and so far, China is taking advantage of it. So, what is this article all about? One specific Chinese EV company called NIO. The company has been labeled the Tesla of China. I’d like to compare the similarities and differences between the two companies and products. Lets organize this in the 4 P’s + Jordan’s other two P’s.

Product

Let’s start with exterior design. To get an idea of what the two products look like and their websites please look at the two websites here https://www.tesla.com/ and here https://www.nio.com/. What you’ll find is that the exterior design is very similar. Let’s call out the obvious when it comes to exterior design and car models Nio copied Tesla, hard! When it comes to their website look and feel the copied them too.

For the interior design it is very similar too. However, Nio added personality to its vehicle with an AI bot named Nomi. This bot can be seen in action here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fhxi0BMAL0I. This addition I would say gives them a leg up on Tesla from a product standpoint just as Alexa gives a competitive advantage to Amazon.

For technical design, there is one key difference. Tesla uses charging stations while Nio uses swappable battery technology and an app to order on-demand new batteries. My thoughts, Nio learned from Tesla’s mistake which is that infrastructure can’t be changed overnight. I think in the short-run this is smart because they then can switch to charging technology after Tesla pays for the infrastructure change.

Placement

Nio is only sold in the high-end Chinese market, while Tesla is sold in the U.S., China, and around the world. This is an area where Tesla is winning and Nio is losing due to Tesla’s first mover advantage. The brand awareness of Tesla vs. Nio is far superior in the U.S. Moreover, Tesla takes a strong market share in china. Also, there is a large amount of competition in the EV industry in China vs. the U.S. The good news, Nio has some of the most prime real estate in Shangai to market their cars. Lastly, history has shown that what has been successful for combustion engines in China, usually is successful in the U.S. markets.

Price

Nio is priced at what would be equivalent to $65,000 in US while Tesla is priced at the equivalent $110,000 USD when you consider their car market pricing and proportion of budget spending on cars. This puts tesla at a more luxurious price point while Nio can squeeze some sales in the lower upper class of China.

Promotion

They have very similar promotional strategies, free energy. Nio offers free battery swaps for a year while Tesla offers free charging at any of its stations. They are both footing the bill or subsidizing the demand for Electric Vehicles to compete with combustible engines when they do this. In a sense, they are both pioneering the EV industry.

Production

I am adding production as a 5th P even though I don’t have the poetic license to do so. Anyways, how these cars are produced is a similar story to the swappable battery technology. What I mean is, Nio saw that Tesla is having a lot of trouble producing their own cars. As a result, they decided to partner with JAC a large auto manufacturing company in China to produce their vehicles. I think this was a brilliant move.

Politics

Mr. Elon musk has done a great job securing funds and grants from the government. Just recently Nevada offered $1.3 B in tax incentives to Tesla to build their battery plant there. “NIO is establishing a joint venture with a state-owned fund, Beijing E-Town International Investment and Development company (E-Town Capital), the company said during its first-quarter earnings conference call today (May 28). E-Town Capital will put 10 billion yuan ($1.45 billion) into NIO China, as the Beijing-based JV will be called, in exchange for a minority stake.” Moreover, China is starting to put a cap on the number of EV Start up permits that are issued which will give Nio protection in the Chinese market.

All said and done, Nio and Tesla are very similar. If Nio can break out of the financial distress they are in currently, they could become the Toyota to Tesla’s GM. We shall wait and see!

https://technode.com/2019/10/09/nio-q3-delivery-promotion/

https://www.alliedmarketresearch.com/electric-vehicle-market

https://www.latimes.com/business/la-fi-hy-musk-subsidies-20150531-story.html

[passiontaee]

s҉w҉e҉e҉t҉ | m҉

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: smut

ratings: m 18+

warnings: thigh riding, dirty talk, mirror sex, dancing kink, thigh kink, exhibitionism, practice room sex

word count: 3345

summary: hoseok’s the greatest dancer you’ve ever seen, and of course, it affects you far deeply beyond shedding tears of joy at the beauty of it. and he’s well aware

a/n: for my special friend uwu

Alexa, play boy meets evil

↠ s.

You positively salivate as you watch his body move. Long, sinewy limbs following the rhythm of the song playing in the background. As your boyfriend, your devoted, sweet boyfriend, Hoseok sometimes enthusiastically drags you to watch him dance before or after dates, wanting to show you the things he’s learned or just wanting to watch the way your eyes watching him through the mirror when you think he’s paying it no attention.

He’s always paying attention.

He knows how you like certain things about him. Knows you enjoy seeing the little craters that dimple beneath his cheeks when he eats or purses his lips. Enjoys how his voice wavers from feminine to masculine, and how he eagerly accepts hugs, kisses, and love from you. Enjoys when you randomly boop his nose and called him Hobi so fondly that his heart aches. He could really have you call him this on repeat; he’d never get used to hearing your sweet voice calling to him so fondly.

Even when he’s fucking you into the mattress, sweat coating both your bodies as you both chase your ends. He’s as passionate a lover as he is a dancer and you both know far too well that when he jokes that his hips don’t lie he means it. Dating a dancer, you’d expected to be amazed by his abilities and pleasantly sated in the bedroom but Hoseok was on another level. As if he wasn’t human, isn’t human. What have you gotten yourself into? Your eyes meet his in the mirror as he rolls his body sinfully, hand cupping at his groin as he bites his lip, sending you a playful wink when he catches the stare. You avert your eyes, shyly, and focus on something else. Something that isn’t watching the hard set of his jaw when he dances, focused on making sure he’s hitting his checkpoints. Your eyes follow the entirety of his body slowly. He’d opted for those slim fitting jeans today that drive you wild, you note as your eyes slip down to where they squeeze his toned thighs. There we go. Hoseok may not have an ass that quits like Jimin or an amazingly formed set of abdominal muscles like Jungkook, but damn his thighs. His thighs are not something to play with. Little does he know how many times when he’s been away that you’ve watched fancams of him late at night, hand buried between your legs as you balance your phone in a manner than you can please yourself at the idea of his thighs alone. Yes, he’s got a lovely cock, but you’ve always wondered how it would feel to ride his thighs. To just get off on the idea of rutting against them like a bitch in heat. Tilt your head back and close your eyes as he watches you, holds you down and lets you use him for your own greedy pleasure. Ah, how delightful that would be. The thought alone causes your body to react, walls clenching at the idea of pushing him down and demanding he let you ride his thighs. Let you bounce and cry and come undone before him. But in the practice room? Anyone can walk in at any moment. Your eyes dart to the door and confirm it, despite the glass being stained. You can still see shadows of people walking by and you’re nervous. But your eyes float to him as he runs his hand down his body, eyes locked on you intensely through the mirror. Had he squinted, he could see the strings of your being coming undone at the sight of him in skin tight clothing, rolling and grinding and biting at his soft bottom lip. You’re really considering what you’d done to deserve this.

You’re not thinking as you get up, crossing the room to get to him. You need him to stop before you really do something inappropriate. He’s testing your patience, interrupting your ability to formulate a cognitive thought. Jung Hoseok is a dangerous man. Dangerous indeed. You reach him and he turns, as if expecting you.

“What’s wrong?” He has the gall to ask, face twisting in surprise and confusion. As if he wasn’t just eye-fucking you into oblivion through the mirror. You glare up at him.

“You.”

“Me?”

“Don’t play coy, you know what I’m talking about,” His face betrays him, though he insists on playing stupid, hands on his hips as he pants. Your eyes trace a bead of sweat that drips from the tip of his perky nose. Belatedly, you wonder how he’d have reacted had you leaned up and licked it away. You groan and push a hand through your hair, on the verge of shaking him. “You’ve been eye fucking me this entire time. Are you asking for me to pounce? In the practice room. You’re nasty,” your tongue clicks as you shake your head in disbelief. He has some nerve. You hear a laugh, the bastard is laughing, and you jerk your head up as hands slither around your waist, a little hot. He’s always a little hot body temperature wise, which is one of the reasons why you enjoy cuddling up with him at night. Not only is he a naturally cuddly person he’s warm and naturally you gravitate towards it regardless of how it burns sometimes. How he burns you with his bright, radiance in the form of a smile, hot kisses, or soft mumbled declarations of love as you two lay tangled with one another.

“You’re the nasty one too. You’re aroused, I’m sure of it,” he hums as if the two of you are having a normal conversation. Your scandalized look gives it away and his smile only brightens, sharpening at the same time. “I know you’ve been staring at my legs the entire time. And it’s not because you like how they look, because I’m in jeans today. I used your Youtube account the last time I logged into your computer to use it and Hoseok Fancams? Hobi’s Thighs: A Compilation? And your browser history,” he shakes his head as if he’s appalled at your discovery of your apparent thigh kink. Thigh riding kink. He’s going to explore this as thoroughly as he can. “You’re the nasty one, I believe. I’ve never even considered how lovely it would be to watch you get yourself off on my thigh. Sliding your slick lips against my bare thigh? I bet you’d make the prettiest sounds, sunshine. The prettiest,” his hands snake down to your supple back side, squeezing and simultaneously pulling your body into his. He’s already at half mast, and your eyes nearly bulge out of your head at his filthy admission. You can’t even run, staring up at him like a deer caught in the headlights. You’re caught. Your mouth opens, then closes, and he laughs again but this laugh isn’t like the first one. It’s a little darker, a tad bit deeper. Had you managed to awaken the beat that lie dormant inside of his lithe body? Quite possibly.

“Hobi, someone’s going to see us,” you fret, head darting back to the door but he’s got you pressed into the mirror, hovering over your smaller body. He places his forearm beside your head, moving so his nose brushes faintly against your cheek.

“No they won’t. And if they do? You’re saying you don’t want an audience?” Your lips part as if to deny, but a whimper comes out instead. “Thought so. Now be a good girl and show me what you want to do to me.”

His words sound so sure—he’s so trusting. Always the first to ask if you like something or how something makes you feel when you two decide to unwind and detox with your bodies. With one another. Your first time with Hoseok had been a rollercoaster; your body had never been so spent yet thoroughly pleasured in your entire life. He’d perhaps snatched your soul out of your body the way he’d crawled between your legs and worked you until you were a whimpering, shuddering mess beneath him—fingers tangled into his then brown locks as you’d struggled to either keep him there or shove him away. He didn’t even allow you to pleasure him, he’d spent the entire time taking in your body, marking you up, and getting his first taste of the filthy sounds that he’d never expected to come out of such a cute, soft mouth. You think of this, knowing how loud you can get as he pushes you down the mirror then slides with you, seating himself in front of you. You bite your lip lightly, eyeing the door again and as your attention is distracted he swiftly moves until his back is to the mirror and you’re in front of him in his lap, thighs on either side of him in a straddle. You look down at him, then at the mirror as his hands migrate to graze the smooth skin right above your waistline, beneath your shirt.

“Hobi….”

“I want you to watch yourself for me. Is that fine? I want you to watch how you fall apart on my thighs alone,” he breathes. You look at him and you notice how his eyes have darkened, a cold onyx that has the amount of saliva in your mouth increasing, Your heat throbs yet again, knowing if your leggings were a lighter tint he’d be able to see what he’s been doing to you. No, it wasn’t sweat. You just nod, reaching down and pulling your shirt over your head. His breath hitches as he’s exposed to the blush bralette separating him from your soft breasts, and he eyes it as if it would mysteriously combust and fall off. You notice this and you smile a little, leaning and and pressing your lips to his. The kiss begins slowly, yet with the way his hands fervently glide across your body, you moan into his mouth, wondering how someone as sweet and precious as he was could kiss you so nasty and filthy like he was currently doing. You really, for the umpteenth time, questioned just how you’d managed to get into this position.

“A-ah! Hoseok— “

“Mmm, just like that,”

His index finger brushes against the front of your clothed core, your body shuddering. At this point, he’d gotten you out of your leggings and the flimsy bralette, currently sucking bright marks into your neck and collarbone as he rolls his hips up into yours, hands busy at pressing and prodding and rubbing. You arch your back as he notes down on one particular spot, laving over the angry mark with his tongue to sooth it. You shudder, a hand running through his messy hair. He’d managed to get out of those tight jeans and his shirt, nearly bare beneath you. You need him naked as soon as possible. You bounce and roll as he moves the fabric to the side, long fingers slipping to feel just how damp he’d gotten you.

Damp is an understatement.

Your musk fills his nostrils and he growls into your skin, massaging your lips with his nimble fingers. He rubs and sides against the slick coating your cunt, fingers lubricated by your fluids. You’ve never failed to become soaking wet for the man—never. Hoseok has never been unable to get you so wet that when he fucks into you his member slides in with little resistance. It doesn’t even hurt anymore to have you fill him up.

“Fuck, I swear I might cum just from this,” his lips make it up to your ear as he pulls your head to his, hungrily landing open mouth kisses along your salty skin. You just wheeze, from the stimulation as his index finger slides between your labia and up to your swollen nub, pressing down and swiping over it a few times.

“O-oh god,” you pant headily, grinding your hips down as if to ride his fingers. A hand snakes behind you to slap at your ass.

“No. Stop. You’re not to move those hips until you’re sitting on my thigh,” he warns, moving his head to the side to stare at you, noses bumping into each other. You just blush at the close proximity and you nod as he continues his assault. Beneath your other hand planted at his lower abdomen, you can feel the way his cock jumps at your noises. He’s been hard since your bralette came off, and seems to only be getting harder. You wonder how wet he is beneath the fabric, but this wasn’t about him. He’d assured you that this was for your pleasure. I can get off later, he’d assured you, and of course you knew there was no room for argument. He pinches at your clit and you jump, moaning in his ear and struggling.

“H-hobi I might—fuck,” you babble nearly incoherent. You might what? Oh no—he can’t have you releasing too soon! He wants to watch you orgasm on his thigh; wants to see how your face screws up, how your body blazes with a pinkish red tint as your reach nirvana. He could definitely get his dick wet later if it meant getting you off now which he wants, he wants so bad. He’d rather fuck you deep and slow in his bed anyways—he’s sure he can kick Jimin out of the room for it. You feel his fingers retreat and you whine, but it goes ignored as he maneuvers you to have you straddle his thigh. Your breathing’s labored at this point and he can tell you’re undeniably aroused. He moves a little so he can pull your panties down easier, returning you to your position with his thigh between your legs, hissing at the feeling of your moist pussy pressed against his warm thigh. How would he last. You don’t even need prompting from him. He leans back, body following, and gets comfortable, having slid his body out so that he can sit up on his elbows and watch you as if you’re hopping on his thick girth. Lust swallows your senses as you experimentally roll your hips, left hand on the floor right hand on his other thigh to maintain your balance. The grind is heavenly and your eyes roll sweetly towards the back of your head. From this position, Hoseok watches the way your jaw clenches and the whites of your eyes are only visible. He moans as well, softly, and watches you start to work yourself open on his thigh. Sweet lubrication leaking from between those fat lips of yours with each grind, more and more coming out until he’s sure his thigh is covered in your off white essence. He’d gladly swipe his fingers through it and lick it all off when you’re done, loving to eat your sweet pussy because of the taste. If he could, Hoseok would spend hours between your beautiful legs; licking, sucking, and nipping at the beauty that lies between your legs. He’d worship your body if you’d let him. Maybe he’d do a little of that tonight. You reach up, running a hand through your hair as you ride his thigh, directly brushing your clit against skin and muscle and sending yourself into a frenzy. Really, this feels better than you’d ever imagined; his dick feels great but the direct grinding and the sloppy sliding makes this far better.

“Fuck, you look so good,” he praises, sounding as if he’s entranced. Most likely. He gets so distracted when you ride him, loving how your body curves and bends at his demand. How you get lost in your own world of fucking yourself on him, forgetting momentarily about his pleasure and focusing on your own. It doesn’t bother Hoseok one bit—in fact, it’s a kink of his. He doesn’t mind being used like a sex toy if it means getting to witness this. He can’t even bring it upon himself to try to quiet you down as you lose yourself, forgetting momentarily that you’re not in a private setting. The practice rooms have great acoustics, and the sounds of your moans echo through the room, along with wet shclick schlick sounds coming from your leaking sex. You can feel it—your orgasm is creeping up on you. Your eyes open and your lips part, shiny from earlier kisses and reddened from biting at them so hard. Hoseok notices the carnal look in your eye and lays flat, hands at your hips as he helps you move. Your eyes dart to take in your appearance in the mirror; neck and breasts dusted with bright red marks from his incessant lips. Skin glowing from sweat and exertion. Your face looks so fucked out that you’re wondering if anyone’s watching this from secret security cameras. Boy were they getting an eyeful. You move your hands to rest above the SUPREME waistband of his boxer briefs, breaths coming in heady pants as your hips move erratically, rhythm forgotten as you focus entirely on cumming. His name is at your lips as your voice pitches higher, higher until you’re keening—stumbling over the edge in a sloppy show of your hips stuttering and fluid flooding from your untouched hole, your arms and thighs trembling from exertion as your back bows. Your head flies back, wails of Hoseok! Oh fuck, Hoseok yes! fly out of your mouth almost as if you’re performing for an adult movie. Hoseok curses as he watches this, watches the orgasm flow through your body until you’re weakly holding yourself up. He can feel your cunt twitching and contracting from the force, knowing your body must be tired. His own orgasm can wait, he thinks as he sits up, pulling you into his chest and peppering kisses all over your face.

“You did so well, so beautiful. Fuck, I love you,” he giggles out, amazed at how fucking pliant you grow as you’re brought from your orgasmic stupor. You make a soft noise, burying your face into his neck. Sensitive. He moves you carefully, reaching for his shirt and using it to wipe his thigh off, then gently pats at your pussy, not cruel enough to let you soil your panties even more on the way home. Your breathing stabilizes slowly as you allow Hoseok to baby you, cooing praises of love and admiration and you. As usual, you recall, a small smile finding itself on your lips as he slowly redresses you, then himself.

“Yo Jiminie, I need the room,”

Jimin looks up from his spot on his bed, Taehyung in front of him as they play a card came. Taehyung slaps a card down and screams UNO! As loudly and shrilly as he can. Jimin sighs, looking at the male across him fondly but then back at Hoseok. He notices how you’re slumped into him, how you both look a little flushed. He squints.

“Come on! We can play in my room. I’ve got monopoly,” Taehyung insists, grabbing Jimin’s arm. You pick up on this and your eyes sparkle.

“Can I play too?” you ask. Hoseok looks at you.

“You can play with this dick, come on Jimin I’m trying to get laid here,” Hoseok whines. You make a noise of disbelief at first with his initial statement, but then the way he blatantly asks Jimin to leave so he can, of course, get his dick wet. Jimin grimaces but sighs.

“Fine. But don’t take too long,” he says, getting up. Leaving the cards and pulling Taehyung with him, who shoots you two a playful little grin, waggling his thick eyebrows. You sigh and roll your eyes as the door closes behind you, but you giggle when your back hits the fluffy sheets of Hoseok’s bed. He climbs on top of you and presses kisses all over your face.

“Hopefully I can pass go and collect your panties,” he tries at a pun and you grimace, but cup his cheeks and pull him into a kiss, laughing into his mouth.

“Bet,”

↠ x.

[thesportssoundoff]

“I ain’t sayin’ it’s Gaethje and friends but....” The UFC in Lincoln, Nebraska preview

Joey

August 19th

Enjoy your UFC break? Hope you went out, saw the world, watched some MMA I hope, maybe dabbled in some boxing perhaps? Plenty of football and Big 3 basketball to take in too. Don't forget yourself some EPL action as well!  Whatever you did and whatever you found pleasure in; the UFC is back with a card from Lincoln, Nebraska of all places that's....weird. Ya know how the UFC has those events with damn good undercards and then no main event that'll draw viewers? This is a big like the opposite really. Justin Gaethje vs James Vick is a tremendous lightweight fight; a test to see how far Gaethje has fallen after two concussive damaging losses to Dustin Poirier and Eddie Alvarez while testing if James Vick is finally ready to sit at the big boys table of 155 lbs. The problem is once you skip through that; you have a collection of average to good fights without one true defining co-main event. For the BRIEFEST period of time, we were told that Deiveson Figuerido vs John Moraga would be our co-main event. That changed in late July seemingly as the co-main event was THEN going to be Alexa Grasso vs Angela Hill. THAT then changed to what we have now as it'll be Andre Fili vs Michael Johnson in our co-main event of the evening.  The rest of the card isn't BAD but teeters on four tiers; good but kinda pointless, an prelim level action fight, poor matchmaking/spotlight matchmaking and lastly  and perhaps more interestingly "Who would ever care about this on any level?"  There's some good here but nothing is really going to stand out or be remembered 24 hours from now. NOW that's not to say you can't enjoy it! This is just sort of like a popcorn MMA event; it's a JCVD movie at 5 PM on a Sunday. You're going to watch it----but you're not going to remember it tomorrow. Chances are you might not even remember it six hours from the end of the main event so indulge in it while you can. Think of it as a chance to watch some MMA on a Saturday night after three weekends of nothing.

Fights: 13

Debuts:

Fight Changes/Injury Cancellations: 3 (Al Iaquinta OUT, James Vick IN vs Justin Gaethje/Alexa Grasso OUT, Courtney Casey IN vs Angela Hill/Antonio Braga Neto OUT, Markus Perez IN vs Andrew Sanchez)

Headliners (fighters who have either main evented or co-main evented shows in the UFC): 8 (Justin Gaethje, Courtney Casey, John Moraga, Eryk Anders, Michael Johnson, Jake Ellenberger, Mickey Gall, Joanne Calderwood)

Fighters On Losing Streaks in the UFC: 8 (Justin Gaethje, Michael Johnson, Jake Ellenberger, Courtney Casey, Bryan Barberena, Andrew Sanchez, George Sullivan, Kalindra Faria)

Fighters On Winning Streaks in the UFC: 5 (Andre Fili, James Vick, Warlley Alves, Drew Dober, Rani Yahya)

Main Card Record Since Jan 1st 2016 (in the UFC): 28- 22 (Folks better thank James Vick for Anthony Smith-ing this card out of the doldroms. Remove his 5-1 and this show is a 23-21 which is scaaaaaary close to unacceptable)

Justin Gaethje- 1-2 James Vick- 5-1 Michael Johnson- 1-3 Andre Fili- 3-2 Angela Hill- 3-2 Courtney Casey- 3-3 Jake Ellenberger- 1-4 Bryan Barberena- 3-2 Deiveson Figuerido- 3-0 John Moraga- 3-2 Eryk Anders- 2-1 Tim Williams- 0-1

Divisional Breakdown:

Welterweight- 3 Middleweight- 2 Bantamweight-2 Lightweight- 2 Flyweight-1 Women's Flyweight- 1 Women's Strawweight- 1

Too High Up- Jake Ellenberger vs Bryan Barberena

I hate to do this to Jake Ellenberger in his hometown. The fact of the matter is I think Ellenberger has only been prelim bait like once in his UFC career since about 2014 or so and that was for a Fox card. He's clearly a valued name by the UFC (and probably by more fans than we'd like to admit). That said he's 1-4 in his last five fights and there's really no point in doing this to the guy on the main card. Barberena is a good style for him (Ellenberger's TDD still seems pretty solid) and I don't think this is the WORST fight for him ever but let's be fair; this is not main card worthy. It's here because Jake's a hometown dude and because the only other alternatives are "the little guys". Could also call out Angela Hill/Courtney Casey or Tim Williams/Eryk Anders but it'd be unfair to move Angela Hill from co-main to prelims due to an opponent change and Eryk Anders is getting a showcase matchup to rebound him from that Machida loss.

Too Low- Iuri Alcantara vs Cory Sandhagen

THIS fight has serious good fight potential in it. You know how we talk about 135 lbs developing into one of MMA's best divisions? Well this is one of those fights that helps build you some depth and test you some prospects. Sandhagen was a short notice signing who beat the shit out of Dana White's Tuesday Night Contenders Series signee (sorta) Austin Arnett who IMO is one of those AAAA fighters who is too good for the regionals but noway near good enough for the UFC. This is a much tougher test for Sandhagen whose losses prior to the UFC was to professional prospect killer Jamall Emmers. Now he faces Iuri Alcantara who is probably not good enough to be anything more than a tremendous prospect tester and veteran smashing machine. If Sandhagen's "got it" then chances are this fight will be a lot of fun because his style meshes up well with the style that brings the best out of Alcantara. We're talking forward pressure, funky movement and some offensive versatility for Alcantara's power counters early.

Stat Monitor for 2018: Debuting Fighters (Current number: 20-26):  

Short Notice Fighters (Current number: 21-11): Courtney Casey, Andrew Sanchez and James Vick

Second Fight (Current number: 31-24): Cory Sandhagen and Tim Williams

Cage Corrosion (Current number: 15-26):  Joanna Calderwood and Jon Tuck

Undefeated Fighters (Current number: 22-19):  Deiveson Figuerido

Keeping An Eye On But Not Really:

The UFC Win Check Test The records of fighters who have 4 or more UFC fights (or three full calendar years in the organization) but 0 wins against people still in the UFC:  Luke Sanders, Jon Tuck, Joanne Calderwood

Twelve Precarious Ponderings

1- Gonna get this out of the way first; Jake Ellenberger is on the show because he's from the area and is a big draw there. Ticket sales were poor out the gate so Ellenberger wound up popping on. That's it and that's all there is to it, okay?

2- Who has more to gain here in the main event? I think it's easy as to "Who has more to lose?" because a James Vick win means that Justin Gaethje PROBABLY got flattened in his third straight fight which, in turn, means that we're looking at an obvious tragic combustion of one of the greatest action fighters of all time. Now having said that, what does Gaethje really gain from a win? He beats a top 10 guy (Vick should be ranked in the top 10 by now and if not, I'm gonna be floored) but not one of the elite names. He gets a win but it's not the kind of win that will carry any sort of casual clout because casuals don't even know who James Vick is really. At this point, it's JUST a win on a show. It's a filler W. On the other hand, James Vick beating Justin Gathje will be big in theory but I wonder how many "Alvarez/Poirier did it first!" type comments will accompany it. I wonder if people will take a loss for Gaethje as more about what Justin has lost than what James Vick has gained.

3- People like to act as though Tony Ferguson had a unique road to the top of the 155 lb scene. James Vick had to beat Nick Hein, Polo Reyes, Joe Duffy, FRANCISCO TRINALDO and Jake Matthews-----and then had to wait for an injury to get his first UFC main event. It's a very loaded division that pities nobody.

4- Did Demetrious Johnson losing cement Deiveson Figuerido vs John Moraga getting knocked down a peg to the middle of the main card?

5- Does Lyoto Machida get a big snazzy Bellator contract if Eryk Anders snoozes through the fifth round of a close fight in enemy territory?

6- Speaking of Anders, he and Markus Perez on the same card reminds me of the vibe I had recently; Perez vs Anders is going to be one of those fights five years from now that we'll all agree happened too soon. Both guys were a bit too raw and Anders was just too damn strong for Perez. Expect both guys to show out in Nebraska and expect them to be familiar faces at 185 lbs. The UFC pushed Anders away from a fight with Paulo Costa for a reason.

7- Maybe I'm an idiot (yeah, I know) but I'm not off the Courtney Casey bandwagon just yet. She still shows so many brief tactical snafus that I'm just hoping experience will breed a better more polished version of a fighter who has tremendous offensive potential at range and in the clinch. I'm HOPING for the best while acknowledging the worst. Angela Hill is going to be a fine test for her.

8- Mickey Gall is officially in the "Okay now what?" stage of his UFC run which is kind of a problem. He's in the embryonic stage of developing his skills but he's at the point where "rush him!" will collide with "He's not ready!" repeatedly. I bet his trainers don't even have a real solid grasp of what he is and what he'll do on a fight to fight basis. To this point Mickey Gall is 3-1 in the organization but his wins are over 1) a  photographer, 2) a pro wrestler and 3) MMA's favorite golden retriever in Sage Northcutt. The last is a credible win but Sage is one of those guys who is also sort of still in a developmental embryonic stage. Against Randy Brown in November, Mickey was pretty much outclassed minus a tremendous sweep in the second round. Brown is a competent average-ish WW who will give most people some trouble so it's not a big surprise. It still showed how far Gall has to go but also how hard it is for a 170 lb prospect to really get major work in. Put it this way, there's basically three levels at 170 lbs:

A: The Top Of The Division- Mostly wrestlers/grapplers backed with power in their hands with big time experience who aren't the most exciting guys but know how to push a pace, know how to pace themselves and despite the increasing age, they're on a different level compared to their contemporaries. Guys like Woodley, Usman, RDA, Covington, Till, Maia, Lawler, Leon Edwards, Wonderboy, DHK and the like.

B: The Action Fighter Center- Everybody here has flaws but they all hit really hard or have tremendous cardio. They're too flawed to take the next step in their respective careers but you can count on them to throw down and will probably beat each other/most prospects up en route to ascending up the rankings. Think of it as a nesting doll situation with spinning kicks. Guys like Alan Jouban, Mike Perry, Donald Cerrone, Ponz, Gunnar Nelson, Ben Saunders, Zaleski, Lyman Good, Frank Camacho, Matt Brown, Cowboy Oliveira and Niko Price. Basically this is where the spirit of 170 lbs lives on.

C: A mess. It's either an aging dumpster fire where you gain nothing if you win and look bad if you lose or some dude nobody has ever heard of who is 2-2 in the UFC living on the prelims. Mostly guys who have had long careers up until this point and are just trying to hold onto something for one last final run. Most of the dudes in this area are journeymen types who have so much experience that they can absolutely upset a dude based just on having seen it all and done it all.

There are no prospects at 170 outside of Gall and Northcutt so Mickey's forced to try and live dangerously in Group C knowing full well he's not ready for Group B. George Sullivan is your Group C guy; he's almost 40, he's had six UFC fights since 2014, he hits really hard and his experience level/vet savvy alone should make him a heavy favorite. It's a risky fight for Gall but this is basically what happens when you're a "prospect" at 170 lbs. No free rides.

9- James Krause vs Warlley Alves is a really interesting fight to me as Alves continues to try and chase himself back into "Hey this guy is really good" category. He blasted out Sultan Aliev in May and Krause is a similar dude to Aliev in that he's another Group C welterweight where the risk kind of outweighs the reward. Alves really needs to find himself a spot somewhere because "Colby Covington will make him a draw out of spite."

10- Drew Dober is fighting at 155 lbs again after California told him not to. They apparently cleared him to try it but....man I wish we could just get out of the "bigger at a lower weight class" issue. It's not conducive to healthy long term MMA.

11- Has any fighter had a more precipitous decline in terms of relevance than Joanne Calderwood?

12- If we're in the ESPN era, this is on ESPN+ right? How many Nebraska type cards a month would you need for it to be worth your $4.99?

Three Under Pressure

1- Justin Gaethje

The weird thing about Justin Gaethje is that his losses are basically just his wins stylistically except he doesn't land the flurry to end it all. He stalks, takes damage, kills your lead leg, eventually finds home for sharp combinations, wears you down and then eventually finishes you when you're hurt, tired and broken. He couldn't break Alvarez (although Eddie was honest that his leg was done) and he couldn't break Dustin Poirier either in time before Poirier shut him off with a fantastic combination. Gaethje hasn't been figured out because the book's been the same the whole time. The difference is instead of wailing away with Luis Palomino or someone of that ilk, he fought two of the top 5 LWs in the universe. The question becomes whether Vick is in that class or whether Gaethje is truly finally broken. A lot will be revealed win or lose here.

2- Deiveson Figuerido

Demetrious Johnson will eventually get a title rematch but until that happens, Figuerido and the rest of the "little guys" at 125 lbs have to view every opportunity on TV to try and make good on what should be a truly legitimate chance to stand out. Moraga is a former title contender with some clout on the best run of his career (since the MM fight) and now Figuerido, arguably Brazil's best young chance for a title contender below 145 lbs, has to try and get the name win on his record. I'm still not sure how good Deiveson is or where his upside truly rests but this fight will tell us everything.

3- Eryk Anders

Anders tried to do JUST enough to beat a dude in his hometown in a main event where he didn't do much to begin with and paid the price. The only way to right that is to come out hot and get a quick W over a dude who is there to get stomped on in theory.

Five Can't Miss Fights

1- James Vick vs Justin Gaethje

2- Michael Johnson vs Andre Fili

3- Iuri Alcantara vs Cory Sandhagen

4- John Moraga vs Deiveson Figuerido

5- Courtney Casey vs Angela Hill

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