#i'm sick of these “-ize” words

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I want to step out of my comfort zone and improve myself by trying to draw some dark or taboo themed art but we live in society where ppl will call you a predator for it

[guppybibi]

SCREAMINF i loved that akito fic …… umm …,,.. can i req another

recently i’ve been learning iz*one’s secret story of the swan and ngl im kind of becoming a danceaholic so… this is basically just a self indulgent request

can you do toya + a gf who overdances like too much? like, legs are shaking, stomach hurting from holding her core, one knee red and bruised from redoing the choreography 45 times .. (not projecting at all)

and basically just him taking care of you if that’s ok!! ty and uhhh swan swan swan

oh and also also if ur taking anons can i be ☀️ anon? if not just ignore that ,,,,, take ur time ily 🫶🏻

𖦹 pairing: Toya Aoyagi x fem!reader

𖦹 content: Toya being the biggest sweetheart, mostly fluff with some hints of Toya’s past !!

𖦹 notes: haii thank chu ☀️anon! I didn't really focus on the dancing part (since I have no idea how it works..i can't dance.) and mostly just focused on toya taking care of u so i hope that's fine!

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Toya can be described with a fair lot of words, and ‘supportive’ is no doubt one of them. So in no world would he try to stop you from taking these dance lessons, I mean–you supported his passion in street music through and through so why wouldn't he do so as well? Well it didn't start so serious, for the first few weeks you would simply just search up some dance tutorials on YouTube and follow each step with the perfect amount of grace needed. He found it eyecatching if he was going to be honest, the fact that you're pursuing something you want to actually pursue in the first place makes his heart swell. When you told him you signed up for a dance class he was beaming, he didn't give it a second thought at all, even if he did it was entirely up to you.

He wasn't going to stop you, no–not now, not ever. A good relationship allows both people to grow in all aspects possible, not bring them down or keep them there at the bottom. But when you came back from one of these lessons with a bunch of bruises and an aching leg, this was enough to ring an alarm in his mind. “Did you trip over?” He knows this was an obviously stupid question, no normal person would simply just trip and get this hurt. Unless you were accident prone or something, so he shouldn't jump into conclusions.

“Mmh, you could say that.” What a strangely vague answer, was it something embarrassing? Did you fall over while stretching or something? He sighs, not bothering to push you into saying it any further, though he knew deep down it was probably because of all the dancing you've been doing. He’s going to scold you later, what matters now is the fact you're hurt and he needed to help. “Lay down, please.” He requests before going over to the kitchen, the amount of trust he has that you’ll actually do what he says is worth congratulating. Technically you could've just not followed him but his trust isn't worth shattering, so you do as said.

A few minutes later he comes back with an ice pack and a cup of ginger tea, the corners of his lips twitching up into a small smile as he sees you sitting prettily on the couch. He sits right next to you, propping a pillow under your legs for elevation. “I’m not sick y’know, I'm perfectly fine.” You receive the sound of him clicking his tongue, shaking his head as he grabs the ice pack, placing them on your numerous bruises.

“It's nothing too serious–” He cuts you off, mentally hoping that you didn't feel offended with how blunt he is or the deadpanned expression on his face.

“Yet, not yet. It's better to take care of it now before letting it get worse. You can keep going to these classes but promise to at least rest when you get home?” He asks, wishing for some kind of agreement with you. He knew how painful overworking yourself was, he knew too well. The only difference here is that this was something you were actually passionate about, so it must've been your willpower to continue. “Fine, I promise..if you watch the choreography we did earlier!” Making him chuckle and shake his head side to side in defeat, he couldn't say no to you!

“Aren't you tired from repeating the same moves?” “Nope, I could keep doing them if my body let me!” How hard headed..if he wasn't here you would've probably danced until your legs fell off. “Sure, show me and then you rest, ‘kay?” You nod and stand up enthusiastically, preparing the music on your phone before you start the routine.

Your moves were graceful, almost like the gorgeous yet dangerous waves of the ocean. Though he did silently cringe at all the marks on your legs, at least you were happy. That's all that mattered to him. He was captivated by you, he doesn't even notice how you stop moving and the music stops playing. “Did I do well, hun?” You asked, trying your hardest to keep your feet on the floor and not start jumping. The tip of his ears turn red, not so used to the loving pet name. “Mhm, you did wonderful, love. Now, get to rest. I'll mix something up for dinner–” “WAIT–No! I’ll cook, please let me cook–” He shoots you a confused look, making you smile sheepishly.

“I can assure you I can cook something simple for you.” “Without burning down the house or giving me food poisoning?” “What…?” “Uhh haha, nothing! Um..I’ll lay back down..” You gulp, instantly praying for your already aching stomach.

He may not be the best at showering you with comforting words, but the way he treats you like a shard of delicate glass and all of his other little actions was enough to prove how much he adored you.

[iznsfw]

Sweet Talking

IZ Days of Christmas: Day 2 - Miyawaki Sakura

LE SSERAFIM's Miyawaki Sakura x Male Reader Smut

1192 words

Categories: dialogue only, dirty talk, mommy kink, masturbation, phone sex

Wanted to try dialogue-only smut. I'm just trying it out so it might be bad. I promise I'll redeem myself with a better Kkura fic.

"Hello?"

"Miss Miyawaki?"

"Oh, is that you, baby boy?"

"You can drop the nicknames. We're here to talk about our investments, remember?"

"Investments? We can talk about that later. All that droning about the stocks and the staff are just so unattractive, hon. Ladies don't like that, you know."

"Look who's talking about unattractive."

"Ha, don't pretend you don't find me hot. Who's the one who begged me to drain your cock in the storage room? Or laid down while I rode you?"

"...."

"That's what I thought. We're here to talk about what I like. Which is—"

"—sex, as usual."

"Smart boy. I was thinking about you all day here. Was so upset you couldn't come since you were sick, so I thought to call you."

"How kind of you, Sakura, but I don't need you right now. I'm gonna hang up now and take my medications. Goodbye."

"Wait, wait!"

"What? This better be good."

"I need your help."

"With what? Eunbi can help you with the files."

"No! I'm still so wet from thinking about that time you first fucked me. God, you looked so hot panting like that. Mmm, I'm so wet."

"Sakura—"

"I want you to help me get off. I need it."

"W-what do I get in exchange for it?"

"Mmm, I'll, hah, take over your work duties. Do the accounting and all. Please just help me get off, please."

"Wow, mommy's begging? That's new. You must be really desperate, mommy, to have you beg your baby boy to get you off."

"Hnn, yes I am."

"Just imagine it's my cock prodding at your pussy instead of your fingers. It'd feel much bigger, right, and so much better? It would stretch you out so well. And you'd become so wet that you just beg and beg for more? For more cock stuffed down in your cunt, for me to go faster?"

"Ohh fuck. I need you so bad, baby! I—"

"I could hear you touching yourself. Does it feel good? Do you imagine that it's my thick tip running against that tiny clit of yours, making it twitch and pulse?"

"Fuck... yes—"

"—Then I push all of my dick inside you without a warning. And you'd squeeze down so tightly that you drain me too early after just a few minutes. But you don't really mind at all, do you, mommy? You're a slut for your baby's cum, and you'd take it everyday."

"Remember your place, boy. I only like your cock. If anything, you're the one who's a slut for me. I sucked you off once and you couldn't get enough. I'm getting horny just thinking about it."

"That would mean more laundry, mommy, getting those panties soaked."

"Assuming I had any."

"Wow, mommy, you really are so promiscuous."

"You can't blame me, hon. Sometimes I see you at the office with your bulge barely hiding itself, and I get so wet I have to call meetings off. After that I rub my clit in the bathroom, imagining that it's your cock who's doing it."

"Naughty mommy. Are you doing it right now? Rubbing your clit crazy to get off to my voice?"

"Yes, yes, fuck! I'm too... ffuh... sensitive. Your deep voice sounds too hot."

"Well then imagine this, mommy. I go over there and fuck you like the good boy I am, then cum all over you, ruining your work clothes. I'd ejaculate all over that pale, pretty skin you have, and you'll lick it all off. Because you love my cum, don't you, mommy? If it were up to you, you'd even go to work with your cumstained suit and tie."

"And I thought you cared about laundry. I don't mind though. But I wouldn't let you cum anywhere but inside me. I'll take all of it. I'd squeeze down on you until you never let a single drop go wasted. Your cum would be so warm inside me."

"Of course, mommy. Ah, I'm getting so worked up already."

"Same here. Fffuh—my tight walls would feel so good around your dick. They'd pulse and contract as you find my good spots, and my pretty little pussy's gonna squirt so much after it. Just kee pounding me hard and good, then you'll get it."

"Jesus, Sakura."

"Hnghhh... ahh, I feel so full."

"I can hear the sounds from here, mommy. God, your cunt sounds so wet. How many fingers do you have inside of yourself?"

"One... I can't cum too early yet."

"Aw, that's a pity, 'cause I'm going to make you. Put another inside, mommy. Slowly."

"Hahhh, okay. Fuck!"

"You already feel so stretched after two? You should really practice taking them. What will you do when I fuck you again?"

"P-probably cum a little too early."

"That's right, because you love baby boy's cock too much. Now go faster. I will, too."

"Ohhh! Hnnnn..."

"You're going really fast, mommy. Should I tell you to slow down so you can catch up? Can your cute little innie take more?"

"O-of course it can. It can take a few more pounds... mommy can take more."

"I can hear the wet sounds from here. Your slit must be grasping at your fingers so well. What do you think we should do about that?"

"Talk to me... talk to me more."

"Alright. I'll talk to you more. I'll thrust myself inside of you the second we meet. From there, I'll pound you against the wall. I'll line up my cock and let it play with your clit then push all of me inside. You'd feel so full, even with it going in and out. And I'll do it in front of everyone. Yes, even the innocent interns."

"Gah, I love the idea. Don't think poor Minju's gonna like it though."

"Don't mind Minju. You'll be too wrapped up in, or rather, around me. Everyone will see how pink and cute your nipples are as I play with them. You'd let out the prettiest of screams. You're so red, but you want me to keep going, because secretly, you want people to know how much of a subby mommy you get around me."

"Pshh... hah, don't play around. I'm not a fucking submissive little brat like Yena is. I'm still your mommy, remember?"

"Should I stop then? Stop talking to you so you can edge yourself painfully?"

"Wait, no! Talk more to me, please, but not too much. Wouldn't want your throat sore since you're my sick boy."

"Thanks, mommy. But that's what I want for you. After we finish, we can get in the elevator and have you take my cock in your mouth. Make use of that dirty mouth you have."

"Fuck, fuck, I'm cumming! I'm cumming, baby!"

"Get a third finger in there. Pound away until your legs have your cum on them."

"F-fine, okay, b-but it's too good! Too good, please, fuck!"

"Keep at it, mommy. Remember, I have to cum, too, and I'll do it to the sound of your pretty moans."

"Y-yes, please do, baby. And when you're well enough to go to work again, I'll make you do it again."

[robjuan]

ION REALLY KNOW YALL SO YALL CANT BE JUDGEMENTAL . Lmao

Gonna start by sayin, I have trust issues bad and it has and will fuk up relationships, And it's sad I can't stop tha defense mechanism dat got installed. & every time I get hurt or betrayed it upgrades automatically. And I can't uninstall it bitches an niggas think I'm crazy but...HELL I MIGHT BE, I HEARD IT ENOUGH! IK IK NOT NORMAL. BUT DIS PROBLEM GON BE THA END OF ME...BUT IM SCARED IF I DI OPEN UP IM IN A. "WHAT IF" STAGE.

LIKE what if or if 8 could open up,And it happens again. _Betrayal_

-I couldn't .......🙇🏾‍♀️

Mentally I couldn't.

Mama said*Da streets ain't 4 Mii "AAND I FOUND OUT THE HARD WAY, IT AIN'T. ON MY MAMA!

I Neva eush shit, Dat ain't me. But I feel I'm running out of time!

I lm rdy 2 find her n settle down fr my nigga. But I can't keep no1.And I got 1 I been tryna contain 4 SUM yes, she finally gives Mii a chance N poww!! A nigga blowin it 💣

But I need sum1 2 politic wit TBH.miat folks don't even b on my Time frame with ahit,as far as real shit go,they ont one what dat is fr....Im 2 whole hearted 💜 ❤️ (THEY ARE NOT)

Im so fukin PURE!

LOVE PURE/HATE PURE...

Without a flaw simple excellence my dawg. And I'm not boastin at all.

I'm JS..

I'm going to run off some1 I love 2 death.And I can't even stop my repetitive behaviors.Ion got no1 2 talk 2 cuz of course wit betrayal you don't associate or be round alot of ppl.

I hate ppl! (With a passion) Because they'll cross you no matter how good you are 2 em,Sad honestly.

Ion Kno...

Back against da wall 🎵what do you hold on to?🎵

_It hurt my 💜 to see you hurt,In desperate need of affection.....GAVE UP MY WINGZ , SUPPOSED 2 BE YO PROTECTOR...Fell in Love with someone else you,Broke my ❤️ & it ain't getting better._ THA ANGELS SAY I CANT BACK INTO HEAVEN 👿

I gave niggas da LEAN, WEED, ap'Z.

did dat shit off da muscle 💪🏻.FA NUFFIN.

ON TONYA..

/All these niggaZ,Be havin dem niggas, they Claim they love em./

⛈️I look up ion Kno who 2 trust.. It's all scary..😭🙅🏻‍♀️☔🌧️

An I am not a scary person, BUT... I AM

-I gave yu drugs, YOU AIN'T bring MII NUN OF da profit. "YOU AAY I'M CRAZY" 🤣

Iz these NIGGAZ RLY WIT MII?

IIN KNO.

Is these niggaZ out 2 get Mii?

ION kno. 😖

I be so lonely my dawg but iG I chose dat,not rlly. It chose me.. unfortunately 🕴🏻

"I'ma Gangsta, my heart cold as Chicago. I got so much 💕 2 give.

Make Mii sick knowing I can't be healed..🤮

I miss da old day's...

Never get dat time back lol there's dat. " T" WORD AGAIN! TIME ❗ shit runnin out tbh,8 feel like lm, at least 50.. Imagine whenever I do get dat qge...( Boyyy). Like my Uncle Joe say

Needa Go c him frfr He havin OG stain 2 Mii. Wise man I must say

I'm off track prolly da recreational stuff....Anyway my thug.

8tw cold AF out here 'literally '🥶

Thats just 1 of my rants.

🔐 🔒 In til next mf'n time.

#_it'll b soon {I'm sure}

[zhimaqiu]

Omg would you look at that! A Yuri!!! on Ice fanfiction in 2023????

I'm using Inktober prompts, but to write instead!

Relationship: Yuri Plisetsky & Otabek Altin (platonic)

Word count of the chapter: 2,960

Tw: Russian accent because Yurio without accent isn't Yurio

Short summary: Yuri is troubled after one of his performances and leaves the ice rink before even hearing the results. Left alone only one person comes to mind who could listen to his worries.

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INKTOBER 2023 COLLECTION

Chapter 1: "Dream"

   Awaiting music’s sweet death, we cut water’s crystal flesh and melt it with sweat to touch the skies. Sinking allowing flight. What an irony hidden beneath dance. Breathe. Breathe. A spark of agony will rise you above.

   Yuri let out an angered breath. It was over. He opened his eyes and looked up at his outstretched hand for a moment. Reflector’s light slid between his fingers and touched his bright eyelashes. He let his arms fall to his sides as he stood in the middle of the ice rink. One uncovered his heart, the other his face. He hissed and skated to the exit where Yakov waited. Despite the pleased look on his face, Yuri looked away.

   “You did vell, Yurachka.”

   “I vas pathetic. And zis program sucks! Staying here is a vaste of time.” He took down his skates ignored the shoes Yakov offered him. “I don’t care about the scor. I vant to go back to Russia.”

   Yakov grabbed his arm.

   “YURI!” he kept his grip firm as he moved closer to him and leaned over to talk to his ear.

   “Let me go.”

   Yuri shook Yakov’s grip off of him and walked away. Before any of the journalists could ask him anything, he was already on the way to the changing rooms. He heard Yakov calling him from the behind.

   I von’t need dose anymore.

   He threw the white gloves he wore to the stadium seating. A fan that caught one of them quickly hid it beneath his coat, and another one showed it off to her girlfriends that cheered her luck. Yuri paid no attention to that. His ears didn’t catch any noise as he focused on his thoughts.

   There’s no vay I vill keep performing to this. It barely shovz any of my strengths. I am more than dis.

   He stopped and looked back at Yakov who followed him, but was stopped at the tunnel’s entrance being asked for why Yuri didn’t decide to go to kiss-and-cry.

   I’m going to become an unreachable dream for everyone. Victor and that Japanese piggy can forget it.

   He looked up.

   And Yakov...

   His coach blocked the light coming from the rink as he was still explaining Yuri’s behavior to the journalists.

   He only holds me back.

   He let down his hair and curled down his toes. Cold cement was freezing him to the bone.

   “Maybe it iz time for me to move on,” he said quietly and wrapped arms around himself.

•

   The changing room was quiet. All the skaters were up at the stadium, wondering here the World Champion has gone. Rows of blue lockers silenced what was going on the surface. Yuri put his skates in a big black bag and threw in the costume, before making sure it’s zipped and locked. He shivered before putting on a thick hoodie. It warmed him up, but he still let out a little sneeze.

   What a joke. I live on the ice. I can’t get sick.

   He put out his phone and was about to click the maps app to look for the nearest pharmacy, but his thumb slipped and clicked contacts instead.

   “Hell,” he hissed about to go back, but stopped himself.

   Right on the very top of “favorite” section, name Altin Otabek caught his attention. He starred at it for a moment before pressing it. He jumped hearing a phone ringing right behind him. He turned around.

   Otabek smiled at him, but his eyes were expressionless. To an outsider it looked more like a sneer look than something you would greet a friend with.

   “God, don’t sneak on me like that, you idiot!” Yuri rose his hands and threw down his bag. “What are you doing here?”

   “Decided to watch you perform. Before you went to the ice you looked so focused you didn’t even hear me calling you from the sides.”

   “Ah.” Yuri looked away and sat down, breathing in and out sharply.

   Otabek looked at him for a moment and sat down beside him.

   “Hm.” He scratched the paint covering the bench with his nail. “Why do they always do that to wood? It can’t compare to its natural beauty.”

   Yuri did not answer, so he leaned forward and looked at his face. Tightly closed eyes, small nose and lean cheeks were red contrasting with porcelain skin. He must have wash his face roughly to get rid of the make-up.

   “Are you cold?”

   “No. Stop asking me stupid questions.”

   “Then why did you call me?” Otabek’s voice was flat.

   “Obviously not to talk about white paint and if I’m cold.”

   Kazakh skater sighed deeply. Asking never worked on Yuri, but it didn’t hurt to try from time to time when communication failed for once. He moved closer to make their arms touch. Yuri didn’t move. This time he even leaned on him. A little thing, but Otabek appreciated it.

   It’s been almost a year since they became friends. They didn’t see each other often. Otabek stayed in the home country and Yuri was busy with showing up on special events, talk shows and training trips. It was Yakov’s idea to let him travel more. Changes of environment could strengthen him and get used to being the brightest rising star from the northern sky, but they seemed to have the opposite effect. Yuri lacked space. If he did have some he’d occasionally text Otabek, but calls were rare. He almost forgot the sound of his voice.

   “Let’s get out of here,” Otabek said after a couple of minutes.

   He put his hands in his pockets and got up. Yuri opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling for a moment.

   “Ye,” he answered getting up and picking up his bag.

   “Food?”

   Yuri nodded. “Vatever you vant.”

   Otabek turned around and started going towards the exist. It was for the best he didn’t encourage Yuri to catch up with him. If he wanted to talk he’d really bitch about whatever was bothering him, but instead he walked slightly behind Otabek, just making sure to follow the helmet hung on his arm swaying in the corner of his eye.

   After they arrived at the private part of the underground lot, Otabek showed his identification card to the security guard and passed under the barrier. Yuri walked passed it, still lost in thought, but he looked up at Otabek when he was securing Yuri’s bag.

   “I need to drop by a pharmacy before we eat,” he murmured when Otabek offered him another helmet. “I think I’m getting sick.”

   Otabek put on his own helmet and got on the machine.

   “I can just give you mine. We’re going to my place anyway.”

   “What? Why?” Yuri couldn’t complain more, because the rest was muffled by his hiss and a little squeak when he pinched his finger in the chinstrap’s buckle.

   “You said we can get whatever I want.” Otabek smiled down at him. “I decided to cook myself.”

   Yuri put his finger out of his mouth and looked at him in bewilderment, but a faint smile brightened up his pinkish face.

•

   “I’d never sink someone attending the Grand Prix Finals would rent a house instead of a hotel. You still have the energy to cook yourself?”

   “I like cooking,” Otabek murmured. Cold wind drowned the last syllable as they walked towards a small bungalow, but Yuri still made out what he said. “And I can make the food taste exactly how I want.”

   “Doesn’t it distract you from practice?”

   “Why would it?”

   Yuri didn’t answer.

   A moth circulated around a lamp that automatically lighted up at their arrival. The light was so faint Otabek had to ask Yuri to use his phone’s flashlight on the keyhole. They took of their shoes and walked to the kitchen barefoot. All lights were out, Otabek’s coach was sleeping in his room occasionally snoring every now and then, so Altin closed the door and turned on two lights; above the stove and the counter. Both of them were quiet. Otabek set water to boil in the kettle, put out a cold medicine in a sachet from a bag and then focused on warming up milk after washing his hands in the kitchen sink. Yuri decided to just scrolled down posts on Touchbook.

   Katsuki posted some pictures from practice with Victor. Nothing interesting, just them in an embrace and smiling on the ice. He looked at it for a moment.

   “Have any spare clothes in the bag?” Otabek asked setting a glass of already prepared cold medicine in front of him. The bag lied in complete shadow on one of the chairs next to Yuri. “You could take a shower and get under a blanket.”

   “Tch. I do, but you sound just like my dedushka,” Yuri laughed putting his phone aside. He drank the entire glass in one go. “Eugh! That crap’s awful!”

   “Don’t complain, kid.”

   Otabek chuckled hearing how Yuri was on the edge of boiling over.

   “Hey!” he rose on his hands on the kitchen island. “Who you are calling ‘kid’, prick?! You zink you can can call that a world champion?! How about you show me on the rink what a kid I am, ha?!”

   It was the first time Yuri heard Otabek laugh. A low sound, pleasant, but with his characteristic hoarseness. He stopped screaming and looked at Otabek grabbing the edge of the counter. Without his leather Ramones jacket and black glasses, he looked so much less intimidating. When he finally stopped, he kept a gentle smile while mixing the dough.

   “Where’s de bathroom?” Yuri asked quietly.

   Otabek pointed at a door directly behind Yuri. He reached to his bag and took out a towel and a fresh pair of sweatpants, boxers and the tiger shirt he bought back in Hasetsu. The print was harsher in touch, detaching from the fabric in a couple of places. Yuri frowned and left to the bathroom.

   When he returned Otabek was almost done cooking. A few pieces of flat bread were laid on a white plate with a blue and gold lining. Two small jars of honey and blueberry jam were open and set aside. Grey rivers of steam made their way to the ceiling in meanders before trailing off towards an open window. There was a bag of home delivery services besides the trash can near a cheap fridge, list still attached.

   So Otabek and his coach just order food, instead of shopping, but I can hardly imagine Otabek with groceries on the motorcycle anyway.

   A drop from his wet, blond hair fell onto Yuri’s bare foot. He stopped starring and quickly rubbed it fairly dry, then hung the towel on a chair and put on fresh socks. Then he started eating after putting jam on one of the pieces.

   “Mm!” His eyes widened and his stomach squeezed at the reminder of what food feels like. After just the first bite he started to eat so fast Otabek could barely see the bread on its way to his mouth. He leaned on his hand.

   “Good. You’re enjoying it.”

   Yuri answered something, but it was completely muffled. Otabek passed him a cup of tea and encouraged to drink it. As it wet the food in his mouth, Yuri took a big breath and raised his voice.

   “Vkusnyy!! Vat is dat?”

   Otabek smiled eating his own piece he rolled like a thin pancake standing beside the stove. He didn’t say anything, but Yuri must have been too focused on eating, because he forgot to nag him to give him the name of the dish again. Once Otabek put down the last piece, he turned off the hood vent and sat next to Yuri. He looked at the honey about to drip off his shelpek. It glittered in the warm light and hesitated for a moment before falling onto the counter. Otabek looked at the drop and stopped chewing.

   Why did I hesitate? Why did I not reach for gold, for the dream, just like I’m just sitting here in silence.

   He wet his finger with his tongue and wiped the drop off the table then tasted it.

   It’s like scavenging. Picking up after it already became an easy target.

   Yuri could barely finish his third piece, but once he did after a long struggle, he let out a long yawn and stretched on the chair. Eyelashes slightly covered his eyes as he leaned forward and put his head on his folded arms at the island. He rested like this for a moment. Then he opened his eyes. His sharp gaze made Otabek look back at him.

   “Vat does dream mean to you?”

   “Where did that come from?”

   “Just answer, oke?!” Yuri’s cheeks became red from anger again. A most adorable trait.

   Otabek’s eyes stirred a little bit, but all the cheek muscles and his eyebrows remained in the same spot. How interesting that only recently he’s begun to smile at people, but at last – he actually had a friend he could do it for. He looked away for a moment. Yuri observed him from the curtain of his bangs. Otabek’s face was of a true soldier he once claimed Yuri to be. He was more down to earth, not wasting too much time on philosophy of things in skating. Maybe that was the reason why he couldn’t reach Yuri’s level. His technical perfection was admirable, but that can never be. Yuri found out about it in Hasetsu all that time ago. Maybe it was time to visit the city again.

   “What we see when we sleep, what we want—”

   Yuri cut him off with a wave of his hand.

   He’s still zinking about most basic of definitions. He lacks novelty.

   “And what if you want to become a dream?” he said after a moment of silence. His voice weak for a moment. He shook it off quickly and clasped his fist.

   “Become it?” Otabek frowned.

   Yuri walked away and lied on the sofa, his legs spread comfortably.

   “I can’t be zinking like you.”

   Otabek felt a stir in his chest, but did not make any louder sound than a controlled breath in. He waited for Yuri to explain himself.

   “What Yakov doesn’t get is that I need something more than a fairly challenging program. I need something dangerous. Something that won’t let anyone in the future question my superiority.” He slammed his feet onto the floor again. “I’m more than they let me show!”

   He grit his teeth, warm light drowning in his eyes as his pupil widened.

   Otabek starred at him without a word. What does he see in front of him right now? What made him desire fame so strongly?

   “I’ll go crazy with that won’t stop,” Yuri added his fingers digging into the seat.

   Otabek looked at his own skates standing at the wall between bathroom and the entrance hall. Through the glass on the sides of the front door, he saw a cat run by turning on the motion detection lamp. It was chasing a moth, but once it caught it, it let it go, so it could play some more.

   “Listening to you makes me think I could never win against you. We might not be as similar as I thought. You evolve so quickly it terrifies.” Otabek kept a faint smile on his face, still observing the cat. “But somehow I still can’t get myself to walk away from you. I couldn’t stop thinking about you since the day I saw you for the first time.”

   Yuri looked away from him and stared through the window. Clouds covered the night sky, but streetlights shone in their place. The brightest, blue ones, hurt the eyes of the observer, but no yellow light could ever compare to it.

   Plop! Both of their phones got a notification. Otabek looked at his, after lowering the brightness that previously hit him in the eyes. Yuri completely ignored it.

   People gathered under one of the yellow lamps outside, chatting about the just announced competition results. Their excited voices slipped into the house, but Yuri couldn’t make anything out of them. It didn’t matter to him at the moment. He just kept looking between the yellow and blue lamps. The later, though brighter, seemed avoided. That wasn’t a surprise since it is the blue lights that are the most cursed at while driving, especially when the car coming from opposite direction has them.

   Floor creaked as Otabek stood up.

   “Maybe Yakov thinks you’ll destroy yourself, if you don’t slow down your growth,” he said walking over, his strong posture blocking out the light from Yuri’s body, putting him in deeper and darker shadow with every step he took. “Us, sportsmen, don’t have much time to make name for ourselves. Just like stars in the sky we must burn brightly, ending our lives, just to be noticed.”

   “Den I need to become an explosion.” Yuri smiled, his face full of determination, then added with a chuckle. “Or like dose annoying ass blue lamps.”

   Otabek smiled back at him. “That’s more like you.”

   They looked at each other for a while, then clasped their hands firmly and held them together. Only then Otabek realized how hot Yuri’s skin was. He put his other hand on his forehead.

   “Hey!” Yuri brushed his hand aside. “Vat do you sink you’re doing?”

   “You’ve got a fever. We need to tell Yakov,” Otabek murmured as he looked through contacts on his phone. “I won’t be able to stay here with you tomorrow. I still need to compete in the free skate and make up for finishing in the fourth place.”

   “Ha?” Yuri frowned. “I don’t need dat old man to babysit me.”

   To confirm his words he let out a tiny, sweet sneeze.

[stalkist]

“ don't be coy, iz. i think you know what to do. ” even if she doesn't have any experience, the filth his niece sent him in those messages proves she has some knowledge, some instinct, that can help motivate her. though cruel in ways, reed extends some patience towards the girl, helpfully guiding her palm up and down the bulged outline poking through the fabric of his pants, exhaling and shifting with gratification from this tame sensation alone. continues his own exploration of the blonde's covered mound, pressing as thumb runs up her slit, stopping to steadily massage at the bud at the peak. if he's going to have her here and now, needs to slicken her up first, get her all heated and ready to take him. “ think how good it's going to feel when i'm deep inside you, ” husky words, smiling as he describes the very sick reality they're soon going to share together, “ it's going to hurt when i first break you in but you'll love it in the end. you won't have to pretend you don't want this any more. you can be your sinful little self with me. ”

as if her face couldn't get any redder, izzie feels even more flustered at his praise. reminds her of all the times he's called her it under the ruse of being somebody else. it's a conflict of emotions that has her feeling dizzy. on one side, she feels repulsed, ashamed that she allowed herself to be tricked despite being such a smart girl, scared that it was her uncle this entire time on the other screen. she tries to search her memory for any signs reed had given her over the last few months, but her thoughts stop all at once when he takes a hold of her hand. which brings her to the other side of her thoughts, the one that burns a desire for being touched, the excitement of feeling things that didn't come from her computer or books or even her own two hands. younger whimpers out a choked gasp as his fingers press against her clothed cunt, an instinctive twitch of her thighs. "i - i guess..." izzie murmurs, gaze dropping to the hand he had placed on his lap, feeling him beneath her palm. "i don't know what to do." she sniffles, pressing down awkwardly against his length.

[duffslut]

Take care

Izzy stradlin x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 337

Requested by anon: hiii I really like what you wrote about duff taking care of his sick girlfriend, could you do one with izzy as well, please?

Warnings: Fluff!

Izzy's fingers were in your mouth, he was going little by little deeper until he touched your throat. You threw up again, feeling your knee that touched the cold bathroom floor weaken as you expelled all the food you had eaten during the day out of your body in the worst possible way.

You let your body fall back when it was over, your body felt like it was going to shut down at any moment and you would pass out.

- I- I'm sorry. - you whimpered in a weak voice, feeling your throat hurt and your head spinning.

Izzy left a peck on the back of your neck and stroked your hair.

- Don't talk, it will hurt more. - Izzy helped you up off the floor and took off your shirt and pants.

The water in the bathtub was already lukewarm, and Izzy guided you to it.

- I hate to see you like that my princess. - Izzy whispered and you almost cried as you got into the hot, relaxing bath.

He helped you wet your head and your hair, filling a small bowl with water and carefully pouring it over you and your body. You didn't say a word while Izzy took care of you, but you sure felt better when he wrapped the white towel around your body and helped you walk to the bedroom.

You sniffled while Izzy dried your body.

- You're unbelievable. - You gave a low, muffled laugh - How did I find you?

Izzy kissed your feet before putting a slipper on them, and then looked at you.

- You didn't find me. -Izzy got up, and sat next to you on the bed. - I found you, and I'm lucky for that.

You stared at him, taking in every detail of his perfect face, his almond eyes, his soft pink lips, and his nose ring.

- Are you lucky? - you asked.

Izzy smirked.

- I am. - he said. - It's an honor to help you puke. - he gave you a peck and you pushed him away, laughing.

- Thank you, Iz.

[omoghouls]

Okay but imagine the sky is looking dark and Buttons got word from the dolphins that a storm is coming so Stede sends Izzy down to the captains quarters and tells him to just bunker down. Izzy doesn’t even argue but he’s a little miffed when his private “don’t get sick and cry in front of everyone in a dip” party is interrupted by Stede and Ed who decide the best place to hold him is between them in the bed while the rain is battering the windows and the boat keeps sinking down and bouncing back up with the waves. Even worse when Ed starts poking fun like “bet you’re glad you’ve got that padding, Iz. Do you think the crew will notice how much laundry you have?” Knowing damn well he’s in the same position, he just slips his in with Izzy’s so the crew won’t suspect anything (they know)

Omfg "the dolphins tell Buttons" At this point, I'm very sure Buttons is the mermaid of the crew😂

But omg yess?? As decent as a crewmate Izzy is, when a storms a brewing, it's better for everyone to have Izzy bunker down (mostly beneficial for Izzy because he can fuking deal with another round of "Izzy the Spewer" taunts xD) but pff- Izzy grumbles about being squished between the two captain's but, the swordsman isn't making ANY movements to get out (bc/ he's so fuking touch starved especially during a nasty storm-)

And ED OMG U BULLLLY 😂 Stede tries to chastise Ed for poking fun at Izzy being like, "Ed, love, you are in no position to taunt Mr.Hands, now are you?" As he like, pats over Ed's lower stomach. Which makes Izzy smirk when he sees Ed get flustered for a moment xD

But oh you know the crew knows. Especially since, Izzy's are just, fairly plain and to the point. Whereas Ed's have nice fabric/patterns over the cover, but, they just don't mention it around Ed😂

[roswelldetails]

RNM 2x13 - Mr. Jones

EPISODE SUMMARY:

SEASON FINALE — Having realized that a deadly threat has infiltrated CrashCon, the busiest event of the year, Liz (Jeanine Mason) realizes that she can’t save everyone she loves — and with Max (Nathan Dean) facing immediate danger, she and Isobel must make a heart-wrenching choice. Meanwhile, Michael (Michael Vlamis) finds himself caught up in the conflict between Jesse (Trevor St. John) and Alex (Tyler Blackburn) once again, even as Maria’s (Heather Hemmens) life hangs in the balance elsewhere, and Kyle (Michael Trevino) faces a moral dilemma when the enemy requires medical attention. Jeffrey Hunt directed the episode written by Christopher Hollier & Carina Adly MacKenzie (#213). Original airdate 6/15/2020.

DETAILS:

The episode opens with Isobel trying to hold back the fire. They don't actually show Rosa convincing Liz to go stop the explosion. But she runs up to Isobel and explains her science:

"I have to activate the ingredients first, but once I introduce my solution to the system it should kill the cellular matrix."

Liz literally squirts the console with her "solution".

Rosa is doing CPR on Max and praying. Max wakes up just as Kyle runs up.  Immediately Max directs Kyle to Flint instead of himself. It's interesting. When Max previously killed with his hand, in 1x06, he instantly knew that he killed the drifter. This time he wasn't sure (and he didn't. We eventually learn). Rosa and Kyle take Flint to the hospital.

Meanwhile Helena is saving Charlie's life.  

"Jesse Manes was the only one supposed to get hurt."

Which is...not what happened.  Jesse, Flint, Max, Maria...even Liz got hurt.  She burned her hand on the console.

Maria is being rolled into the hospital. She got there really really fast. Cam is by her side.

Liz is still squirting her solution onto the console. It turns red.  Liz asks Isobel to get people away but Isobel refuses to leave Liz alone.

Jesse, Greg, Michael, and Alex are still mid-standoff.

"Gregory, listen. You and I have had our differences in the past, but you should stand with me now."

"You're not well, Dad."

Jesse hits Gregory with the atomizer and appears to knock him out. He tries to shoot Michael, but Alex tackles him.

"Guerin, get the atomizer! Get it away from my brother!"

"Alex, I can't."

Jesse gets the upper hand in the fistfight with Alex and steals Alex's gun. Turns to shoot Michael again.

Liz makes more solution and squirts more of it on the console.  This time it starts to crack. Isobel pulls Liz to safety and the console shrivels and dies.

The dying console just doesn't work as well in still form, so @maxortecho giffed it for me! Thank you!! 😘

Max runs up to them.

"You disabled it. You saved everyone."

"Is Flint dead? Did you kill him?"

He looks at Liz with some heavy heart eyes for her being the hero. She looks at him with fear.

Back to the Maneses and Michael. Jesse has a gun on Michael. Michael has the atomizer.

"Drop it, Guerin. Drop it!"

There's a gunshot. Jesse Manes falls and Michael has blood on his face.  Gregory shot Jesse from behind.

"I should have defended you from him a long time ago."

"There are no more Manes men left."

Jesse dies.

Indeterminant time jump.  Liz is late for work.

"Sorry, Javi.  I just...I haven't really been sleeping."

"You've said that every day since CrashCon. You still having nightmares? …Did you read the papers this morning."

"Oh, I've kind of been trying to avoid the papers."

"Did you hear about that veteran who died at the carnival? They're going to have a parade, build a statue. Did you know he was disabled?"

Customers at the counter are discussing CrashCon:

"The CrashCon discourse is saying aliens invaded and killed the guy."

"That should be good for tourism."

"Newspaper said it was smoke inhalation though."

"He was making sure all the kids got out safely and the smoke overwhelmed him."

"We need more people like him."

Soooo much to unpack here.  And most of it is addressed by Helena and Rosa's exchange at the end of the episode. But the big question to me is… who is spreading the rumors and covering this up? Is it Flint? Is he even well enough to take the lead on that? Is it someone else with Project Shepherd that we haven't met? The mayor? I mean, Jesse was shot! There was a lot of blood! Plus, remember what happened in 1x11 and 1x12: it's a small town. People notice gunshots. 

Liz goes to take a table's order and, surprise! It's Diego. Who had gone back to Denver after CrashCon. He brought Dr. Margot Meyerson to Roswell to meet Liz.

Michael is visiting Maria at the hospital:

"What are you doing?"

"Oh they cut your bracelet off during surgery. How are you? You look better."

"Liz has been dropping by every day to inject me with witch serum."

"Ooh the synthetic nucleotide excision repair genomogenate? We're lucky you're only part alien, otherwise there wouldn't have been enough left of you for her to save."

"Listen, do you think you could use your telekinesis to open this box? Mimi left it when she visited. It's a family heirloom, but she forgot the key."

"Mimi hasn't exactly been leading you in the right direction lately. Her psychic visions led you toward a bomb instead of away from it. Seeing you like that -- all sick and pale and quiet -- I started praying."

Max and Isobel are at Max's house. Isobel is studying the photos of the console and alien symbols.

"I wish I understood why Louise and Nora would spend a year building an alien weapon of mass destruction."

"I don't think it was a bomb. I think it's a communication device. It's like a remote, you know, it just happens to be combustible."

"Are you mad at me, Max? Did I do something wrong? Is it that we're not related, or are you upset about the abortion? Because I…"

"Whoa, hey, God no."

"Because you're not talking to me."

"You're not the only one.  I didn't want everyone to worry, you know, 'cause I've been taking some of Liz's antidote. And things are coming back to me. Little flashes, sort of, mostly. Like vague memories."

"Michael said that you kind of zoned out when you touched that alien bomb...remote thing. Did it trigger a memory?"

"When I touched the console, I heard whispers that I could almost understand. All right, it's like the same with those symbols. I mean it's like their meaning is just beyond reach. Except for one word. I took this from Graham Green's display at CrashCon. See that? It's an aerial photo of some crop circles from Roswell in 1948. This farm belonged to a guy called Jones. Pretty sure it says savior... This is my name. Maybe that means you and Michael's parents weren't the only ones that survived the crash. Right, maybe I had a family too. You know, maybe my mom was just across town."

"Max. I really wish that you could just focus on the present. You know, I mean, as a recently deceased man, I really feel like you should be enjoying the simple pleasures in life, you know, like reading nerdy books, the smell of leather, and that feeling when you wake up before your alarm and the person you love is still asleep and they're kind of snoring a little bit. It's like the best thing that ever happened to you. Stuff like that."

"I want all those things too.  But I feel like if I only know half of myself, I'm only half living. And I know you understand that, Iz, because I've watched you this year become your entire self. And it is so beautiful. Okay, I am not at all mad at you. Are you kidding me? I am so proud of you. I am so proud that you're my sister."

Michael and Alex in the shed. For all that the shed is such a key location in this show's canon this is the first time we've seen it since 1x06.

"Maria made me bring food over.  I gave it to Gregory.  Seems to be holding up okay."

"Everything my family touches turns to crap. My dad used to talk about how my Grandpa Harlan built this she'd with his bare hands when he was, like, seventy.  For a long time it was my safest space. And the one night my dad destroyed it."

"You're right. This place sucks."

Michael and Alex start destroying the shed. In the next scene Michael breaks a floorboard revealing a skeleton. The skeleton is wearing dog tags, so Alex grabs them. In his shirt pocket Michael spots and grabs the key to Maria's box.  The tags say Eugene Manes III.  So this is Tripp's body. Which confirms for Alex that his grandfather killed Tripp.

Max and Liz are walking in the plaza.

"I don't understand the violence, Max. Flint could have had brain damage given how long he wasn't breathing. You risked your life to hurt him and he had already thrown the weapon away, Max, so why? I can't get that image out of my head.  You trying to kill Alex's brother."

"I know. I snapped. Last year Noah told me that we were energized by killing and not by healing. Even then I knew he was right.  I… Obviously I can usually fight that, but I guess this time my better angels just didn't show up."

"We have to stop keeping secrets from each other, Max. There's a scientist in town.  She's a supervisor at Genoryx.  She has a job for me in California. She's offered to sponsor my dad's citizenship. And it could put me in a position to help Rosa too. I mean, I'd be able to do a lot of good with the grant money they're offering, and I know that all sounds too good to be true, but…"

"It sounds like someone finally realizes how valuable your mind is."

"I think that a change of scenery will be so good for us. I mean, we could get a place by the beach and you could write."

"You want me to come with you?"

"Of course I do."

"Well, I mean, I just told you I have this killer instinct, and you want me to come to California with you."

"We'll figure it out. Okay? We'll figure all of it out together. Run away with me, Max Evans?"

"Anywhere."

Max goes to see Cam at work. She picks on him for getting arrested and has his mugshot as her desktop background because friends!

Max asks about Charlie.

"Yeah she texted me from a burner phone that she was all right and then she vanished again."

Max tells her that he has a doctor's appointment and then asks her to do some undercover work for him.

Michael visiting Maria at the hospital.

"So Alex thinks Harlan found out that Tripp was an alien sympathizer all that time and he offed him."

"So Mimi must have known that you would find it. That's why she left the box. Look, I know you don't trust my mom's visions, but I was the only one who could grab that atomizer and run with it. If it had been you, you'd be dead."

Maria takes off the bracelet.

"What are you doing? Maria, that prevents brain damage."

"I'm only part alien, but it is a part of me. Even if it's dangerous I can't just turn off a piece of myself."

"So I'm supposed to sit around helpless as you fade away? Maria, I cannot watch you disappear. I love you."

"I love you too."

"So can we just let this go?"

"You have it wrong. Mimi hasn't disappeared. Yes she can be inconvenient, she can make people uncomfortable, but maybe she's supposed to be an uncomfortable inconvenience that saves lives. And now I need to be inconvenient, and I don't want to be someone that hurts you. I think that we should find out what's next, apart from each other."

"Wait, so you think that if we break up, I'm gonna be able to stop caring about you?"

"I learned so much, being with you. You sacrificed yourself without hesitation when Alex needed you."

"I would have done the same for you."

"I know. I don't doubt your capacity for love, 'cause you made me so happy this year. And I loved being someone that made you happy. I just think that we should leave it be, before I wonder if someone else could make you happier. Open the box, Guerin. Let's see what comes next.

Skip forward to the Crashdown where Michael has the box in a booth with Alex and Isobel. He opens the box and pulled out a journal, which they in turn read aloud.

I did a separate post on the journal's content and the Tripp and Nora flashbacks here:

Kyle visits Steph in the hospital

"What do you think will happen?"

"What do you mean?"

"When I die, idiot."

"You know, Socrates thought that death was a blessing, because only one of two things could happen. Either consciousness ceases, and it's like falling into a dreamless sleep. Or you go to where all who have died before you have gone. Your loved ones, people you admire. If you lived a good and just life, you will be surrounded by goodness and justice, in a place without fear. Sorry.  I thought a lot about this when my dad passed, so I…"

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry that I'm putting you through this again."

"No...I want to be here."

Liz interrupts them. She clearly wasn't expecting Kyle to be there and comments on Max's appointment.  Kyle gets up to leave.

Diego and Margot are talking in the Wild Pony:

"I was very impressed with her work when we first pursued her, but when I met her today, not so much."

"Why? 'Cause she had a little ketchup on her uniform?"

Undercover!Jenna staggers up to them and spills her drink on them, tells Margot that she's beautiful, and plants a listening device.

"Anyway I think we should move on."

"Okay, wait a sec.  Liz has been working on something recently, but she signed this NDA. Although I guess she can't be blamed if we took a peek, you know? Without permission."

The line that will haunt me for the next year. Kyle to Max while showing him what appears to be chest X-rays.

"You know what I'm saying here, right Max?"

Cameron calls:

"You were right. It is too good to be true. Diego just told some woman he can get her access to Liz's lab. He must have followed her there."

"Well, there's a security system."

"The way he's talking, it sounded like Diego's pretty certain he can get access. They just left here, Evans.  You need to tell Liz to get anything incriminating out of there - now."

Max arrives at the lab and immediately sees that the security system was manufactured by Genoryx. He uses his powers to break the system and get into the lab. He quickly searches through all of Liz's records and then pours what appears to be gas or lighter fluid or some other flammable substance all over the place and then uses his powers to set a fire.

He listens to the notes on Liz's recorder, which by the way has 22 minutes of recording on it. Some of what we hear:

This is my record of the dissection of specimen NB.

... immunoglobulin harvested from alien DNA can be transferred to a human recipient.

Commence dissection of the dorsal side of the spinal nerve.

I hypothesize that the female specimen's plasma…

Bracken's seminal cells indicate a pH level double that of a human counterpart.

I'm now extracting the grey matter to measure alien voxel signals.

Note that Max doesn't seem to have any chest pain this time when he uses his powers.

Right as Diego and Margot show up the lab explodes.

Max comes home to find Michael and Isobel waiting for him.  He's clearly exhausted and upset after the lab.

"Can whatever this is wait until tomorrow?"

"Jones? That's the guy who grew the crop circles in the shape of my name."

"Nope. We spent the day reading Tripp Manes' journal. Caffeinate, Max... Okay, so, when I asked Sanders about this photo of Nora, he said he didn't know whose hand this was. He was all, Mr. Bernhardt, Mr. Jones, Old Man Gibbons. Could've been anybody."

"Ten points to Hufflepuff."

"So in October '48, Nora decided not to finish building the ship with Louise. She decided to go to the reservation with Tripp."

"But then little Walt convinced her to go to the fall festival, where after successfully avoiding him for a year, she finally ran into the alien stowaway who had crashed the ship. He'd been masquerading as a farmer."

"Mr. Jones."

"Tripp saw Jones approach Nora, and he recognized him from the night of the crash, but he didn't have a chance to ask Nora about it before Harlan called for a raid on the farm."

"Yeah. And after the massacre, Jones was never heard from again. Crop circles were all that was left."

"If you were in hiding, why would you grow corn in the shape of an alien symbol?"

"Maybe they just grew that way.  It's the same way that this symbol just shows up everywhere, you know?"

Michael reveals his tattoo and it's the first time Max has seen it.

"Wait, when did..?"

"Oh, I got it when we weren't sure if you were coming back. It didn't feel like it was ever gonna be the same again."

"All right. There. Now can we all cowboy up and focus, please? Let's feel our feelings after we've solved the mystery of the unknown alien. After the raid on the farm, Nora was held by Project Shepherd."

Note...not actually accurate. Michael didn't get the tattoo until Max was out of surgery.

See Journal and Flashbacks post for the flashback.

Jenna and Charlie reunite. Relevant quote to remember:

Liz and Rosa find the destroyed lab.  Liz sees the fractal burn that indicates that Max is the one that destroyed it.

"I fought so hard to become who I am, and I just trade her in every time I get scared? No. I don't want to be on the run anymore."

Back to Max's house:

"Whatever happened to that thing that she and Louise were building out in the desert? I mean, did she ever tell him where it was or what it was?"

"Nope. And when Tripp asked Louise about it, she was silent."

Liz walks in and interrupts.

"Why'd you do it, Max?"

They go into the bedroom to fight.

"I'd been asking you for weeks to clear out that lab, okay? I knew it wasn't safe."

"Alex installed a military-grade security system."

"A system designed by Genoryx, okay? Diego could have hacked it. He could already know everything."

"And his nefarious plan is to what? Set us up with a condo in L.A.? Give my family a second chance?"

"Okay, I have a family to protect too."

"Yes, and you could have stopped Diego without destroying a year of my work!"

"I had to act fast."

"So your first instinct was to go with the one method that would break my heart?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking about your heart when I'm staring at jars with Noah's liver and his brain. I mean, what else did you harvest from us, Liz?"

"Those are just cells. I wasn't hurting anyone. I don't know what you thought love was gonna be like when we were 17, but it isn't just sunsets and horseback rides."

"You can't put this all on me. Okay you were sneaking around behind my back…"

"I apologized. I stopped. Max, you died this year. I was all alone because of a choice that you made, but still every single thing I did was for you and about you and with you. So when you were back, when I could finally touch you. When I could finally breathe. I needed to take just one moment to remember where I end and where you begin. To just be whole in who I am. I am a scientist. I am fighting for something that is bigger than me. I am trying to leave this world a better place. And I am in love with you. And right now, I hate it."

Liz leaves and Max takes another dose of the antidote.

Time jump. No idea how long or what has happened in between.  Liz and Rosa on the Crashdown roof saying goodbyes.

"Dad is checking your oil and making sure you have enough chile...also you left this in our room. Mom's been texting."

"Trying to come up with a better response than, go duck yourself… You should come with me. The Ortecho sisters take California."

"I wish. But I can't. I'm going back to rehab tonight. I want to see the program through. Sorry."

"Don't be. It's the best possible thing you could have said."

"You know… Max should be your road trip buddy. You love him.  You're gonna forgive him.  Besides, we both know if you try to leave town without him again, he's just gonna show up with some big, grand romantic gesture to stop you."

Open mic night at the Pony.  Alex and Kyle have a drink together.

"So how does it feel to have your father's murder officially avenged?."

"Feels like my dad's still dead. Flint should be okay. He'll live to become the new Jesse Manes."

"No he won't. I'm not gonna let it happen."

"After everything you still believe in redemption?"

"Well, I have a pretty good example of it right in front of me."

Alex sings his song. Michael, Isobel, Greg, and Forrest are all there listening.

Flash to Kyle going to Steph's hospital room.  The bed is empty...because she's up doing her makeup, her hands steady.

"Your hands are better.  Did they give you morphine?"

"I woke up this morning feeling incredible. Look at my chart. My numbers are up. It's a miracle."

"Or just really good science."

Liz is preparing to leave, her suitcase beside her in the empty Crashdown as she stands at the juke box one last time. Kyle runs in.

"What you did was reckless. And dangerous. And unethical, Liz. Thank you." 

Back at the Wild Pony, Michael watches Forrest listening to Alex sing.  He turns to leave. Isobel tries to stop him.

"It's a sad story, me and Alex. I have to walk away so we can start a new one someday. It's not our time right now."

"But it will be."

"I think so."

Rosa walks up to a bar.  She hesitates before going in, her hands shaking.

Liz buckles into her car, ready to leave.  She looks in the rearview window and waits.  She's clearly expecting Max to come.  But he's at home studying his alien symbols. She gives in and pulls away, leaving Roswell. Her season ends with her looking out over the ocean.

Alex finishes his song and Greg and Forrest are still there and are proud of him.

"Well, damn. How do you feel?"

"Like I just sang a song about a guy in front of a bunch of cowboys, and...I don't care."

"Oh, lucky guy, with a song like that."

"Yeah it was a long time ago…can I?"

Alex and Forrest kiss.

Rosa walks into the bar. Helena is there.

"If you came to tell me what I did wrong, your sister already texted."

"Did you get what you wanted, Mom? Is your score finally settled?"

"No. I wanted everyone to see Jesse Manes humiliated and weak. I wanted him to die knowing shame. But the papers say it was a tragedy. People like him - bad white men - they die heroes, no matter what they've done. People like us - we die villains."

"Yeah I know. I've done it. But I also got a second chance. So I get to leave a different legacy. The last time that I saw you, I said that I hated you. That's not true. I love you, Mom."

"I love you too, mija."

"I also told you to leave and I was right about that. Liz was free and it should have stayed that way. Manes is gone. There is no revenge to be had. No closure and no redemption. Don't come back, mom. Don't bother Liz again. I really hope you get better. Maybe you can have a second chance too."

Another possible time jump. Michael and Isobel pull up to where Max is out in the desert.

"How'd you guys find me?"

"Freaky twin thing. What's going on?"

"I took more of the antidote. Sorry, I should have called you guys."

"Save it. We are sick of being pissed at you for being so obnoxiously yourself. Why you look so scared?"

Pod Squad is investigating a cave. There's a door or opening covered by alien text with the alien symbol on it. It sorta looks like there's something behind it.

"Um, well, when I touched the alien console at the fair, something happened. I heard whispers that I couldn't understand...until now. I think when I touched it I unlocked something... Like a cage? The whispers led me here. I know it sounds crazy, but would you guys help me find a tunnel?"

"It's sealed up."

"I feel like we should learn more before we just busy that door open."

"Yeah, you're probably right."

There's a knocking sound and a voice calls out.

"Help! Is someone there?"

"If Max unlocked something at CrashCon, whoever that is has been down here for days without…"

"I need water. Please."

"There has to be three."

Note that we now know which symbol represents each of them.

The door shatters and they all react (Isobel's face is priceless).  

We flash back to the mysterious stowaway/alien hoodie dude/Jones. Louise fighting him.  Now we can see that it's Max. Nora kneeling after the crash with the hand on her shoulder. It's Max's face. He attacks/burns the military men/Hector Valenti.

The stowaway/Jones looks exactly like Max. Only with a really bad beard. 

"Howdy partner."

MUSIC:

1. Hootie & The Blowfish "Time"

2. Tyler Rich "Leave Her Wild"

3. Clay Rigdon "That Kinda Kiss"

4. Marc Danziesen "See Yourself"

5. Gloria Hart and Art Kassel "Frankie And Johnny"

6. The Score "Legend"

7. Sarah May Byrom "Rhythm Of A Memory"

8. Tyler Blackburn "Would You Come Home"

9. The Well Pennies "The Echo And The Shadow"

10. Valerie Broussard "Dark Side"

[irradiatedsnakes]

Also, I really love your arts and I'm zadr shipper, but not only zadr shipper. When art don't have romance then it's not romance, I know that. I also like zadf and zade, not looking and these as a romance. So it makes me sad when I see "zadr shippers dni" because I just wated support great artist and enjoy iz content :(

i’m deleting the other asks in my inbox abt all this since i’m really sick to death of it and i don’t want to endlessly debate stuff i’ve (and other have) already said over and over, everything that could possibly be debated here has already been said a thousand times over and i have no desire to say it again.

i don’t care if you also like zadf and zade in addition to zadr, that literally has no effect on whether you ship zadr or not. you still ship zadr, i still don’t want you to interact with my content.

dib is canonically twelve. zim is canonically many times older than that. in the third fucking episode he says he’s “been flying spaceships since before [dib was] born”. in tak’s episode, there is a flashback to 50 years prior, in which zim (and tak, for that matter) is still visibly the same/an adult. in multiple interviews and commentaries going back to the very beginning of the show jhonen’s called zim an old man (the idea that he’s a teenager/child in irken years is an unsourced fan-fabrication, jhonen never said such a thing. it wouldn’t make sense in canon, anyways- zim’s a soldier and the same age as the tallest. it wouldn’t make sense for him to be a child at all.). it is fucked up to ship them because one is an adult and one is a child. end of sentence. end of story.

the only way you could change that conclusion is if you proved zim is a child, which both canon evidence within the show and word-of-god statements have conclusively debunked.

i really wish people would stop bringing up things like “jhonen supported zim/gaz at some point” (jhonen doing something doesn’t make it not fucked up?) or “zim acted romantically towards tak in the beginning of tthng” (he wasn’t actually romantically interested in her, he was gathering information. did we watch the same episode?) because no point i’ve seen has ever had any bearing on the fact that dib is a child and zim is an adult, therefore content of them involved romantically is fucked up.

if you do ship them, i’d ask you to take a good look at why you do, and why you feel the need to keep doing so despite knowing the immense, unhealthy, pedophilic age gap. recognize how online sexual predators regularly use content of ships like that to groom minors into thinking such interactions are okay. why is this ship so important to you? is it worth it to ship it, knowing that content of it and similar things does genuinely hurt people? (i really don’t think it is. it’s just a ship. you can drop it. it’s not that important.)

i don’t care if it makes you sad that i don’t want zadr shippers to interact with my content. it’s really not that hard to respect my wishes on that and ignore me. please just block me so you don’t see my posts anymore.

(please don’t reblog or reply to this trying to argue. i’m not interested, and i won’t debate this any longer. just block and move on, because if you do try to start a debate, i’ll just block you.)

[iznsfw]

maybe a piece about yena being the clingiest girl ever?

Empty Stomach

IZ*ONE's Choi Yena x Male Reader Smut

3,000+ words

I'm back, bitches. Been wanting to release this for a while and only finished it today after several exams in a row lol. A quick 3K+ piece, but hope you enjoy it. Sorry for the wait!

The sun doesn't rise until six in the morning, and neither do you. It is only when the dark sky transforms into a cool shade of blue do your eyes finally flutter open and bring you to the new day.

Blink once, blink twice. The ceiling is the first thing you see in the morning.

And the first thing you feel is the cold.

Your arms and legs are freezing all over. You shudder lightly beneath the covers, curling your legs up to your chest and hugging them. Although your own body warmth helps you calm down, your feet feel like they've been chilled in a freezer.

Maybe your decision to up the electric fan to the third notch last night wasn't really the best after all, especially with how cold it is even without it.

Ah, you really should have worn socks.

But it's nothing to get upset over. It's nearly January; soon, the cool atmosphere that envelops your room will fade in accordance with the season. You aren't one to look forward to warm weather, but maybe a little heat would be nice after months of being in the cold. You are eager to wake up to a morning with an actual risen sun and not pitch black nothingness.

But what if it won't rise at all? the voice in your head butts in.

You wince. Ah, there it is: typical existentialist morning thoughts, a usual thing that you've never gotten used to and never will. They aren't severe enough to take over your life negatively, but sometimes they dwell in your mind a little longer than you'd like them to.

But no matter how bad they ger, you still have to go to work. No matter how terrible or dark or scary—

Wait a minute, you're right: it's Monday, you have to go to work. It's time to get up.

Why didn't the damn alarm you set work? You automatically shake the bad thoughts and irritation out of your head before turning in your bed to get up. However, your chest meets the curve of someone's figure under a blanket and hair that mixes in between brown and blonde.

Huh? What's—oh.

It's just Yena.

Your panic subsides after recognizing who the girl in your bed is: none other than Choi Yena, your girlfriend. She must be as  cold as you are these days; she wore her white sweater to bed and is wrapped up pretty tight in her blanket, almost like a puppy after a bath. Make a mental note to switch the electric fan off the moment you leave. You don't want her to get sick after all, although she does look adorable when she is with her little red nose and constant whines.

Yena has been a major part of your life for a while now. What started from her being your happy virus on sad days ever since you met—("Hey, cheer up! You never wanna cry all day, don't you?" she had asked you back then, her hands on her hips, "come on, let me see your smiley face!")—to you anxiously confessing to her and Yena absolutely leaping in happiness—("Yena… it's okay if you don't, um, do it back but please don't be mad." "Agh, come on, what is it?" "I, I like you." "AHHHHHHH!") ended up with the two of you making it official.

Even when she's more than a friend now, she never fails to be the open-minded best friend you rely on with the most kissable lips ever. Now, with you having the ability to kiss your crush slash girlfriend slash best friend slash frenemy, you have become the happiest man in the world.

Your precious Yena. Press your lips to her cheek before rising out of bed. Kissing her before work is a habit that you've gotten quite used to though it is one she doesn't know. You pat her hair comfortingly while your other hand groggily reaches for your phone lying on the other side of the bed.

Shit, you must have forgotten to charge it last night. When the screen turns on and lights up, you see that your phone battery lies at thirty-five percent.

You fucking idiot! How could you forget? You charge it every single night, so why would you let it slip your mind on a—

Oh right.

The night comes flashing back to your mind upon seeing the splotched stains on Yena's sweater.

You forgot to charge your phone because you had a half-asleep Yena bent down over your bed, face buried into your pillow, screaming your name like a cult chant as you pound her tight cunt and—

Yeahhh, you should probably get going. Your job pays well and lands you lots of good opportunities, so you really don't want to show up late for it just because of  remnant memories of last night's… coitus.

Breeze through a quick shower, the shampoo leaving your head feeling strangely fresh. Then you brush your teeth as you gaze at yourself in the mirror. God, your eyebags look worse today. Maybe you should try makeup. Ah, no, it would probably worsen it. You aren't good at putting on makeup anyway.

Spit the foaming toothpaste into the sink and rinse your mouth. There! Ready to go!

But then…

"B-Baby! Don't leave yet!" a loud voice cries out, one you are too familiar with by now.

You smile as you peek out from the bathroom doorway, seeing a whiny and sleepy Yena reach out for nothing in your bed. "Well, good morning to you too, Yena. Didn't know you were awake."

Her hooded eyes detect your presence, which somehow infuriates her even more. "Shut up!" she yells. "Don't leave yet! Come back to bed!"

Your words are interrupted with your own amused chuckles as you sit back on the bed. There, a moody Yena looks up at you with her pouty duck-like lips. You try to steal a kiss from her, but it proves to be a  fruitless mission seeing as she playfully pulls the comforter back over her head.

"Yens, I'm telling you," you explain, still laughing, "I have to lea—"

"No you don't!"

Suddenly, Yena pounces onto you like a cat. Although she is a duck, her hands scratch you like claws as her fangs sink into your neck.

"Ahhh, Yena!"

You crash to the bed with her, sinking deeper into the mattress as she uses all of her body weight to pin you down.

It's a wrestle in between pillows and blankets. Laughs fill the early morning as your girlfriend does her best to make sure you never leave the bed. Trying to withstand Yena scrambling on you with her knees and arms, you dodge to the side when she tries to keep you down to the bed with a hand. Try to slip beneath her and she smothers you with a blanket. A mess of giggles and frustration, Yena finally holds you down with surprisingly strong hands.

"Okay, fine you win!" you say in defeat. You are still wildly giggling from the play-wrestling. You accept your position as the one on bottom, looking up into Yena's grinning face. "You win! I'll stay a little longer."

"That's right you will!" she says. "Now I can do whatever I want to you… as punishment for, for being a leaver!"

"Is that even a word—MMPH!"

You aren't even allowed the freedom of wondering when a weight on your mouth suddenly distracts you. It turns out to be Yena's lower body, crushing your skull!

"Yena, what are you doing?"

"Giving you breakfast, what else do you think I'm doing?"

Yena has settled her position on your face, her bare thighs squeezing the sides of it. You realize in horror that she is not wearing any shorts or underwear, making it easy for her to have her way with you as she sits on your mouth.

"Mmph, Yena!" you sputter—or at least try to with her cunt smothering your mouth. "Please, I just got lo—"

"Holy shit, your tongue is so good!" Yena squeals. Her juices soak your tongue when she sinks herself onto it, wiggling her cute butt in your face while her fingernails dig into your thighs. "Fuck your tongue into me, oppa, please!"

"Wha—"

Oh, fine. You don't bother to finish speaking. It's useless to do so after all; Choi Yena's delicious wet pussy rubs relentlessly against your lips and tongue.

And besides, you weren't raised to be one of those ungrateful people who waste their meal, even if it was served to you out of nowhere.

You never knew duck could be this delicious. Grabbing Yena's thighs and tugging them downwards, your lips meet her lower lips and give them a soft kiss. But that's just a little piece of her. What gets you to taste her completely is your tongue slipping in between her pussy lips and exploring her cavern. Yena almost shrieks because of the sheer pleasure, her grip on your thighs strengthening.

Doing exactly what she pleaded you, you plunge your tongue in and out of her. When it slips in, you make sure to wiggle your tongue around, poking her sensitive parts and drinking her all up. And when you withdraw your tongue from her cunt, you make sure to flick the sensitive bud that Yena desperately rubs onto your mouth and chin.

"Oh, oh god, oppa!" she practically screams out when your lips latch onto her clit. Now she lifts her hips up, trying to get you to ease down on the suckling. But everytime you suck, another generous amount of juices spill down into your mouth, which isn't exactly helping you calm down at all.

It's delicious, far too delicious. The abundant nectar coming from Yena's pussy is addictive, so you furiously pull her crotch further down to have more of it. Lick, suck, tongue at her center and she lets out the whiniest cries in return, almost as delicious as she is. Yena squirms her hips more into your face while she prepares her own breakfast.

That's when a sudden wind hits your lower area. Alarmed, you try to see what's going on, but with Yena's ass blocking your face, you can only take hints from what is happening through sensations.

And the sensations are the cold, and the contrasting warm feeling of Yena's hand wrapping around your cock. You groan into her pussy, and furiously start tonguing her harder when she starts to slide her closed fist up and down around your dick. Yena always gives the best handjobs—under the table at restaurants, in the car drive home, and now. Her grip is a little tight because of your tongue's ministrations, but she still does well with the strokes, massaging your balls with her own tongue.

Her mouth is truly deadly. Tensing up from heat, you groan and bury yourself further in between Yena's legs. As she circles your dick with her tongue and licks on the underside of your mushroom tip, you grope her thighs and eat her out with much enthusiasm. Your tongue twists and turns in aimless directions, licking at her labia and slick walls while Yena rolls her hips onto your face, essentially riding your mouth.

"O-Ohhh, haaah!" She is unable to hold back her own moans anymore. In an act of desperation, she tries to quiet them by downing her mouth on your dick.

That causes you to groan loudly into Yena's pussy. As good as her skillful hands and fingers are, her mouth is even better. Yena knows how to put it to good use; she hums her moans while sealing her ducky lips around you. Her pink lips trace your pink sensitive organ from base to tip as saliva dribbles all over it. Yena's breathy moans along with the bobs of her head riles you up more than it should.

With Yena sucking wildly on your cock and her hips grinding down onto you, you are given exactly what you want: a summer escape from all the cold. Yena's ducky lips provide furious suction. Her saliva sputters and spreads all over your dick while her lips hold your tip in a deadly sucking prison. Her actions ignite heat, which you easily return with eager suckles and twirls of your tongue.

Goosebumps spread all over Yena's body. Unable to take it anymore, she begins to ride your face without a care for the weight and the juices she presses onto you. Thr flood overflows in your mouth and face, and there isn't any evacuation exit; you have to bear with the rocks of the storm and the rain.

Yena's mouth is open in shock at how good it all feels, until her eyes do the opposite as she feels a tight knot in her stomach. "Ha- haaah! Fuck, oppa!"

Her screams grow louder while her humping grows quicker. Yena stops blowing you to let out a helpless shriek of pleasure. Your continuous toying of her bundle of nerves helps bring her to her orgasm.

Even after the strongest waves of her climax ease down, you still stimulate her clitoris. Although softer now, you circle the sensitive bud with your tongue almost lovingly, rubbing its sides to build up the heat then completely sucking on it again. Yena shivers and cries out weakly. Her hips shudder against your mouth.

When she lifts herself off of your face, you quickly become aware of how messy you are from the session. Your lips are stained with girl cum that also slides down your chin like rain.

"Holy shit, babe," Yena gasps. She closes her eyes for a few seconds to calm herself. "You're too fucking good with your mouth."

You chuckle a little, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "You were too, you know. Although I really have to go to work now."

"Not yet!" she declares loudly. "I have to finish what I started!"

————

Minutes later, the two of you are still at it. But now Yena is lying on her back on the bed with her face hanging off the edge. Needless to say, she's all red and teary from your dick diligently being slid in and out of her mouth, all while you see the imprint of your cock on her throat.

It seems that she truly doesn't want you to go. She was supposed to be hugging you to prevent your departure, but now Yena gags around your dick, which only serves you the delicious contracting of her throat around you. While the duck lets herself be used as your personal fleshlight, her fingers are buried deep inside herself.

After you have a taste of Yena, you give her a taste of yourself too, but with even more force. You plug your organ in the wet cavern of her mouth, delighting in the way her moans from her masturbation stimulate you too.

It's almost as messy as it is rough. Yena's saliva and your fluids start to dribble down her face and on the bed. The cum and saliva usually isn't fit for such a cute face, such an adorable girl who should never be offering to do this for you. But that's what makes Yena's versatility stand out.

She can be many things She can be a girl with a sweet face and kissable lips, for one. She knows how to use those very moist lips to hold your cock in her mouth, massaging the veins on it even if the blood is rushing to her head and she's choking a little too dangerously now. But maybe that's what she enjoys: the danger of it all, the pain.

Or she can be the human resemblance of a cute duck. But instead of quacks, her signature sound is moans. She moans when you up the pace, thrust further up into her throat. She gags a little too. And instead of being a cartoonish yellow, she's crimson red. You must be overfeeding her.

What about a sex doll?

Yes, she can be one too.

Even in her casual clothes you still find her deathly attractive. Ever so hungry for your cock, Yena allows herself to have it constantly shoved down her throat—literally—despite how dizzy she's getting. Knowing how much you love watching her in bliss, she fingers herself without relent. The repeated invasion of her lips by your cock and her pussy lips by her fingers builds up the road to her orgasm.

"Hoah, ah, oppa!" she wails. She chokes on her own words that are constantly interrupted by thrusts of your dick. As her fingers follow her body's desires instead of her mind's limits, she screams. "I'm close, oppa—s'close, so close!"

Both of you have reached the limit and crossed the many lines you've tried to draw. Yena is gasping from lack of oxygen while overstimulating her poor pussy, and you've been holding back your high for way too long, way too selfishly.

You don't bother to silence your own moans anymore. Yena's mewls being whiny while yours are more of like groans, you slam your hips into her face with lust-driven force. Yena again shows her versatility by becoming a fire hydrant, squirting all over your sheets while you empty yourself in her throat.

No matter how hard Yena tries to swallow your semen, a lot of it still ends up rolling in white drops from her mouth. She struggles to swallow with your cock still fucking her mouth. It causes her to cough roughly as you finally remove yourself from her.

After a while, Yena sits up. Her legs still wide open and her face still flooded with different fluids, she flashes you a tired smile. The smile of a girl who's won your dick and cum as much as she's won your heart.

————

"Late again, mister tardy?" your boss later asks, his hands crossed over his suit as he watches you rush into the glass doors of your department.

Shit. "I'm sorry, sir," you respond, trying to sound apologetic while your officemates give you weird looks. "It won't happen again, I promise."

"And what's your excuse this time?"

"Oh, trust me sir," you can't help yourself saying, "you wouldn't want to know."

[scarlettkat86]

Counting Sheep

**don't read if you don't want fluff/smut, recreational drug use/alcohol**

@naromoreau and @youre-my-boshaw-baby I finally finished this thing.

Liz opened the door to the Spread Eagle, immediately ambushed and bear hugged by Nick. "Goddamn, you beautiful son of a bitch. I ain't never seen anything like that before. Good to have you back in one piece kiddo, I was beginning to worry."

"Glad to be back too Nick, I could really use a stiff drink or 5." Liz groans as she takes a set at the bar.

"Hey, nice to have you back. Anything you want, on the house tonight." says Mary May.

"No need to do that, I'll have a double shot of whiskey, neat."

"I insist, after all you gave us something we never thought we'd never have again, hope."

Amber liquid filled her glass, the rich, smoky undertones working to sooth her aches and pains away. It seemed like everyone had shown up to celebrate taking down the youngest Seed brother.

Looking around, all of her friends looked so happy, and that made her smile. _Like it or not, this was the right thing to do. _

There was only one person she was hoping to see, and would be lying if she said she wasn't disappointed that he wasn't the first one to welcome her back. Loud voices carried from the back corner of the bar.

"Now i'm a gamblin man and I'll bet you a twenty and some uh, some woods porn, that you can't even hit the board Hurkie."

"When the hell did you find woods porn man!? You're on amigo. Hey everybody, watch this!" Liz watched as Hurk chugged an entire bottle of vodka, then started spinning around in circles. A small crowd had formed, rooting him on. This looked like a disaster waiting to happen. Taking another moment to watch Sharky, she smiled sadly. _I should just go drag him back to my place, let him know he's what keeps me going. Probably not gonna get any time with him tonight anyway, too many people, too much noise. _

A huff from her side brought her attention back. "Gross, are you over here eyefuckin Sharky?"

Liz nearly choked on her drink, "What?! I-I, no, the fuck Jess?"

"Hey you're the one too distracted to hear me. Still can't believe yall haven't- never mind, I'd rather not think about it."

"Not my fault your mind is in the gutter."

"Whatever. I'm shit at small talk, but I wanted to say i'm glad you're back. Those Seed fuckers have a way with gettin in your head, be glad you haven't caught Jacob's attention yet."

Liz shook her head and smiled.

Yeah I'd rather not catch any attention, yet here I am...

"Bless your heart. Careful now Jess, that almost sounded like you care. Listen, you're my best friend, but I can see you're itchin to get out of here, so go on, before I change my mind."

That makes Jess snort.

"Asshole. I ain't gotta be told twice, 'sides, I got better shit to do then watch you watch that idiot. Take care Liz, I'll see ya in the Whitetails."

She stared at the empty glass sat on the counter before her. Walking behind the bar, Liz grabs a bottle of North Fork whiskey and heads for the door.

*Sharky's POV

He'd seen her walk through the door. Damn if she wasn't the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen. Not cuz she was beautiful, she is, but cuz he'd been worried sick the last few days of radio silence. He'd been pissed that she didn't take him with her, but it was her call, Nick deserved to help her take down that fuckface more than any one of her friends. Still didn't stop his stomach from twisting in knots every night that passed without a word from them. He wants to go kiss her, hold her, tell her how much he realizes now that he's in love with her. She's got a crowd though, and it's only been a couple months since she'd shown up in his life, unsure of how she'd react to a declaration of love, so he stays rooted in place. He's drinking, placing a bet he's seriously gonna regret if he loses. Glancing over again he sees her heading out the front door. *

Standing at the river's edge just outside of Falls End, Liz felt like she could breathe again. She barely escaped the Spread Eagle, so many thank yous she lost count.

Rummaging through her bag, she was relieved to find the baggie she was searching for. "Deal with the devil ain't so bad when he leaves a little lettuce to get by on." Liz laughs at her dumbass joke.

_Really have jumped from upholding the law to breaking it, guess a little weed is nothing when you think about it. _

Lost in her own thoughts she didn't notice someone had followed her.

Walking up from behind, Sharky grabs Liz by her waist. Startled Liz grabs her knife and yelps in surprise when she realizes who it is. "Fuck, Sharky, don't sneak up on me like that! I could've killed you!!" Taken aback by the knife to his throat Sharky swallows. "Shit, not like you to not notice someone tailing you chicka. You mind uh, putting the knife away because i'm not really into that sorta thing." Putting the knife back in its holster Liz laughs and tries to slow her racing heart. Sharky looks down and presses his lips to hers, soft and sweet. She slowly breaks the kiss and sits down.

"Hell yeah, some grass and party liquor, you tryin to impress me shorty, cuz it's workin."

He laughs and rolls the joint neat, tight as he can and seals it with his tongue.

Once they've smoked the whole thing, Sharky takes her hand in his. "Ya know, i'm glad you're back in one piece, things wouldn't be the same without ya." He wants to say that's an understatement, that he don't think he would be able to go forward without her, but he just stands up and pulls her to her feet, "Now allow me to be the gentleman that I am, and escort you back to the party inside."

"You think you can just, drive me back to my place? I'd rather just have you with me for the night."

"That sounds a million times better than finding out if I still own the only woods porn in all of Hope county. "

Opening the door to her house, Liz heads for the kitchen, she pulls out a metal tin with a few blunts already packed. "Damn johnny law, you been holding out on me!" While Sharky lights one up, she mixing a couple drinks. "I've had a couple bad influences. Now pass it over."

The smoke filled her lungs, slowly turning her limbs to jelly and clearing her mind. Sharky slowly walks to her phone, picking out some music. "Boshaw, I swear I am in no mood for disco music."

"Relax Izzy, I've got something a little different picked out."

A slow sensual beat fills the room, and Sharky looks at her with a hunger in his eyes. He grabs her by the waist and starts to rock her side to side to the beat. The lyrics start and he's singing in her ear, "tonight, I've got nothing on my mind but you..." kissing her lips then down her neck,

"don't you take a bow at the last curtain call.. thinking you're nobody's nothing after all..."

Biting her lip and suppressing a moan, she slides her hands under his hoodie, slowly pulling it off. "Fuck Izzy, i'm tryin to be a gentleman here, but you're makin me hard." He says, voice hoarse and shaky.

"I know. I need you Sharks." she says with a smile, as she turns her back to his chest and grinds into him, slowly moving side to side with the music, discarding her own shirt along the way.

He takes a hold of her full hips, pressing himself against her. With one hand he follows the curve from her hips, over the softness of her stomach and the swell of her breast, finally putting a hand on her throat fingers brushing the side of her jawline. His other hands fingers sliding between her thighs. All she could feel was the heat that spread through her, a half sob of pleasure escaping her lips. It had been a year since she felt a touch not her own.

"Bedroom, now" she whispered to him, discarding her pants along the way.

Sharky pushes her to the bed suddenly and pulls her panties off. The sight of her made his mouth water. Soft dark curls in a neat strip. He blew a hot breath and she gasped. Then his tongue replaced his breath, precise swipes parting her folds and latching onto her clit. She looked down into his eyes, a silent plea to make her cum. He held eye contact and alternated between quick flicks of his tongue and circular motions, sliding a finger inside her core.

"Damn Izzy you taste so good, wanna make you cum."

She was teetering on edge already, each nerve on fire, legs tingling, and just when she thought she would finally find sweet release, he'd pull back and lick up her juices. Sliding two fingers inside easily now, he curled upwards to find her bundle of nerves, and closed his mouth around her clit and sucked. He could feel her beginning to pulse around his fingers, back arching, head flung back, "Look at me Iz, I wanna see you."

That sent her over the edge, locking eyes with him again, she felt pure bliss as she came around his fingers. Lapping up the rest of her juices he moved up her body, stopping to tease each nipple on the way, finally kissing her lips. The taste of herself on his lips sent another wave of pleasure through her body and mind. "I need to feel you Sharky, please.."

The neediness in her voice making him even harder. He unfastened his pants, pulling them off. She felt him spring free, sliding the head of his cock up and down her folds, then lines himself up with her entrance, filling her excruciatingly slow. She's already clenching around him, a perfect fit, slightly thicker than she's used to, but he feels like heaven. He can't hold back and slams in to the hilt, causing them both to moan in sync. Pulling out to thrust back in lazily again and again, Sharky is running his hands down her body, one taking place on her clit.

“I'm not gonna last long babe, fuck. You're so tight and wet." Biting her bottom lip she nods her head, "Me either, just fuck me." She wraps her legs around him, pulling him in closer as he picks up pace. They're both panting, moaning curses, as their bodies match rhythm. She can feel him twitch and knows he's close, so she slides her hand down between their bodies and takes over her clit. He pulls her leg over his shoulder changing angles, hitting that perfect bundle over and over. White hot pleasure tingles every inch of her body, and she's crying out his name like the most beautiful melody ever heard. He's not far behind, pulling out at the last possible second. He growls an almost animalistic sound, hot spurts of his cum coat her inner thigh and stomach. Sharky rolls off her, grabbing a shirt to clean up the mess, then pulls her into his arms, kissing the nape of her neck. "I love you Lizbeth." She's quiet for a minute and he's praying to whatever god, monkey jesus, whatever, that he hasn't fucked this up. Then she's looking up at him, smiling the most brilliant smile, "I love you too Sharks. Always."

[fxckin-blackbeard]

ᒥ☠ᒧ—        Edward can only scoff at Izzy's initial words, and to show how little he cared he takes another toke of his pipe and blows the smoke from his nostrils, all while staring at the other man. "Either I smoke, or I lose my god damn mind. Your pick." From the stench of the smoke filling the room, it wasn't just tobaccos he was smoking. Usually he smoked intoxicating herbs to soothe his knee pain, but it wasn't uncommon he indulged for a bit of fun. And with the insane boredom he felt, he needed them to keep himself in check.

There was many ways Edward could entertain himself, but far too often than not they were disruptive and destructive, and not just to himself. "What the fuck is there to do? Plan another raid that doesn't even require me to be on deck? Dick fuck, Iz." He was irritated, even with the herbs he was smoking, and poor Izzy would be getting the grunt of it.

"...It's so fuckin' boring, I'm gonna lose it. Really, mate. I'm ready to set this whole fuckin' ship on fire or somethin' crazy." That could come across as an exaggeration, but with Edward's past antic it most likely wasn't.

"I'm just as sick of sittin' in the cabin as you are seein' me in here, I need somethin' soon or I'm losing it." Edward pushes himself up out of his seat, moving towards the window. "We needa do something real crazy," Real exciting, something to keep the Mad Devil Pyrate placated just a little longer. "Somethin' fuckin' fun and unexpected--Original! I'm tired of doing the same ole shit over and over again."

Even Israel could admit things had gotten a bit stagnant. However, in order to just fucking survive they needed to raid, pillage, and plunder. Plus they had a reputation to uphold. “Blackbeard” was the culmination of two individuals; the tactician that was Edward, the bloodthirsty swordsman that was Izzy. They were a package deal. At least it’s what he told himself. Both of them were so fucking codependent it was unreal.

“ You know you’ve been sitting in here for five days straight smoking that bloody pipe of yours, don’t you? “ Perfectly said like an annoyed or exhausted wife as he moved within the cabin and looked at his captain that seemed.. “ You’re listless. Like a ship that has no wind. “

His arms uncrossed as he moved to take a seat before him without asking permission. Wasn’t like he wasn’t bored as hell as well. People just gave up these days, it wasn’t really a challenge anymore. His eyes drifted to the flames of one of the many candles lit on his desk, slowly sliding his fingers into the fire as he felt that delicious burn. Izzy might have been a masochist, but sometimes he just burned himself so he could see if he was still alive. Funny that. He could feel his skin hearing through his callouses. They’d grown so thick from all the times he did precisely this.

His eyes trained on the dancing flame, his face not even presenting a grimace as he set his digits on fire, he spoke again. “ We need to do something. “

[sicklylittlesnowflake]

Hi, I'm the same person that send you the sick Bones request (it was great!) and I had another idea... I really like the idea of Bones losing his voice, he's always shouting and making sarcastic comments. Kirk making fun of him before realising how ill and miserable his CMO is and forcing him to rest. Thank you, you're awesome!

(Hey anon! I’m so glad you liked your first fic, and this came in the inbox great timing as I just rewatched all three of the JJ Abrams ST movies and I’m in the mood for some Star Trek! I’ve completely forgotten how much I love these characters, and if anyone wants any more ST, hit up the ask!! ^^ also so sorry I’m taking so long with prompts!! Im currently busy with acting things, so I haven’t had the time!!)

The five year mission had been quite slow the past month, and Bones had been relaxed, doing nothing but performing random experiments on new plants and other resources they had found on their expedition.

However one day, a bunch of the crew had been rushed in with injuries, apparently upsetting some species because of some culture thing they weren’t aware of.

It had been hectic, a shock to his system of idleness, and suddenly being thrown into a high stake, stressful situation.

A huge wave of bleeding bodies and broken bones came in, the whole situation distressing. While Bones didn’t like to be too prideful, it was nothing he couldn’t handle. Of course, he had his trusty crew with him.

However, Bones was a human, who got stressed. And lost his temper.

“YOU! What’s so interesting about the ceiling? Does the ceiling have a broken bone?! Well, does it?! No? Well this man over here does, so get your ass over here!”

“Get me the hypospray–no, no dear, that is not a hypospray! This isn’t a guessing game!”

“Oh my god, look at that supreme speed right there, wow, have you seen anyone move with such agility? Hurry up and get me the damn hypospray!!”

Sarcastic comments were also not an odd occurrence for the doctor.

“Doctor McCoy, he appears to be bleeding..”

“OH REALLY?! I was wondering what this sorcery leaking out of his skin was..bleeding you say?! What is this alien process?! How fascinating!”

“Doctor McCoy, this person has a broken arm,”

“That’s great! How about we go dance around it and worship it!”

“Doctor McCoy, this guy has a small cut on their–”

“Welp, they’re gone. What a tragedy. They’re dead. Rest in peace, what a fine life they lead.”

Needless to say, at the end of the day, McCoy was exhausted.

He was suffering from a splitting headache from overworking and stressing, felt weak to the bones (a pun Kirk would make, and he’d yell at him) and his voice was beginning to go.

Just before the end of the day, he received a message from the captain.

“Bones, my dearest friend, how’s everything going down there? Is my crew still alive?” Kirk chirped, knowing fully that there wasn’t anything too serious happening, and even if there was, his doctor was more than capable of making things okay again. He had much faith in their CMO, even if he would never say it to his face.

Bones rolled his eyes, groaning, “No Jimmy boy, you’ve managed to kill them all this time. I’m surprised they’ve lasted this long anyway, I’ve already prepared the funeral arrangements.”

He groaned louder and flopped on his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose, “No, they’re fine, Jim!! Of course they’re fine, I’ve managed to bring you back from the dead, so of course a few broken bones can be healed!”

He could practically hear the captain raising his eyebrow.

“You said I was barely dead..”

“Oh, shut up!” Bones groaned fondly, and turned off the message.

From up at the bridge, Captain Kirk burst into laughter, slapping his knee and all sorts. He stretched on his chair, and yawned, “Well, let’s call it a day folks, tomorrows another day. We’ll see you all tomorrow.”

Gradually, the people on the bridge began to clear out, leaving Pavel Chekov to himself, looking rather worried.

Many of the crew, including Spock and Bones, had developed a slight parental instinct towards their youngest throughout the years. So naturally, when Kirk spotted the teen unmoving and worried he approached him, giving his hair a little shake.

“What’s up, Pasha?”

Chekov blinked, a little startled and smiled sheepishly, “I’m sorry Keptin’–it’s just zat..Ze Doctor seemed wery..his voice was wery hoarse..I wonder if he is becoming ill?”

Kirk blinked, not even realising how hoarse Bones had sounded until Chekov had pointed it out. The kid was really good at detecting and analysing things; and he wasn’t even sure why he was surprised when he was the youngest ever to be put on the enterprise.

He smiled softly,  giving the teen a pat on the back, “Doctor McCoy will be just fine. He always does, he’s..really a trooper. C'mon Pav, it’s been a long day, go and get some rest.”

The Russian nodded, and got up to leave but still wasn’t so sure.

“Doktor?” Chekov’s voice rang out, waking Bones from his half nap. By half nap, he meant that he was half asleep, not quite asleep and not quite awake.

“Mr.Chekov, I swear to god if you’ve broken anything..”

“No! I just..I brought you some tea,” Chekov said shyly, holding the steaming mug in front of him, looking far too adorable for it to be legal.

Bones’s heart burst with the sight before him, wanting to hug the boy for all of eternity but he could not let him know that he was a massive softie. No way.

“Is this your thing, now, kid? Givin’ up your boy genius thing to become a professional..tea guy?”

Chekov blinked, not knowing what to say.

Bones softened, “I’m joking, kid. I appreciate all this, it’s really sweet and all.”

Chekov’s face lit up with a bright, cheerful smile that made Bones momentarily forget about his splitting headache.

“It’s just zat you sounded sick on the message just there–I waz worried, iz all..Doktor, you must rest..”

Bones rolled his eyes at the kid fondly, “I’ll be fine, Mr Chekov. You should too, I promise I’ll head to my quarters too, in just a bit.”

Chekov frowned and crossed his arms, “Last time we had zis conversation you didn’t. It is now my duty to ensure zat you do.”

Bones groaned and huffed, unable to say no to this actual marshmallow fluff child and then got up, “Fine, lets go.”

Chekov’s frown disappeared and instantly resumed the cheery smile as the two walked out, with the Russian whiz kid dropping him off at his quarters. Much to Bones’s disapproval of course, he did not like being treated like a child.

The last time Bones had gotten sick, he had lied to Chekov and didn’t rest like he said he would. So naturally, when Bones actually did, he expected he wouldn’t be sick like the last time.

But of course, he was sick anyway.

Bones walked into the Medbay hacking, coughing his lungs out onto his sleeve. He felt awful, like he was about to collapse into a million pieces and that any second from now, his legs would betray him.

However, he would use his remaining time before his inevitable collapse to look after the patients from yesterday, who needed follow-up treatment and checkups.

The moment Nurse Chapel laid her eyes on Bones, she was off in a hurry, strutting away to send a message to the bridge. She didn’t even attempt to reason with the doctor, knowing full well how annoying and stubborn the man was, and that he’d never in a thousand years listen to her.

There were 3 people Leonard McCoy would give in to, Nyota Uhura, James Tiberius Kirk and Pavel Chekov, all three of which were at the bridge, and she knew at least one of them would come down and deal with this for her. She could not afford to waste time dragging him away!

Just as Bones continued to cough his way through the medbay, through examinations–to which the injured patients were more worried about him than their own injuries–James Kirk decided to make his presence known.

“Goooood morning Medbay! I have learned that your very own CMO sounds like a dying cat on acid at this very moment, and I am here to witness such an event!” He quipped as he strutted in, looking around for Bones.

It didn’t take him long to spot the doctor, and before he could even come 5 feet to him Bones hissed, quite literally like a cat.

Kirk blinked, “Woah shit, the cat on acid is still alive!”

“James, if you come any closer to me I will actually end your life,” Bones said harshly, although there was no real threat to his words. At least that’s what Kirk thought anyway, because he was more focused on how scratchy and hoarse Bones sounded.

“Oh, I will actually end your life,” Kirk mimicked in a silly, raspy voice to mock Bones.

Bones groaned loudly and continued to scan a patients wounds from yesterday, the patient looking awfully terrified of Bones, afraid he would snap and murder someone.

“What’re you gonna do anyway?” Kirk laughed, “Croak me to death? The sound of your nails on a chalkboard voice rupturing my eardrum as I die a long, painful death?”

Bones whipped around to face him for the first time, glaring daggers, “I will, James, watch me. In fact, I really want to right now.”

Upon seeing the doctor’s face, Kirk felt a sudden change in mood. He looked awful, pale, with dark bags hollowing his eyes. In fact, Kirk was beginning to feel a bit bad for being a shit. Bones must’ve felt horrible.

“Woah–uh, you can do that dude, but uh, after you go get rest and stuff. That is why I’m actually here–”

Kirk was cut off by a sudden harsh fit coming from Bones, as the doctor abruptly pulled away from the patient and turned away from both of them, coughing harshly into his fist. Kirk winced at the awfully chesty and painful sounding coughs, watching as his friend convulsed and shaken by the coughs. His entire frame was racked by them, and in fact, it looked like he could no longer support himself and was about to succumb to the illness and faint.

Kirk was at his side in an instant, wrapping a strong, caring arm around the doctor so he wouldn’t fall, steadying his entire frame. He lightly and gently patted his friend’s back, to help with the release of his coughs.

When Bones finished, he was gasping for air, taking a hot minute to recover himself and regain his breathing. Kirk sighed and gave Bones a pat on the shoulder.

“We’re out of here, you can’t be working now. Jesus, I should’ve listened to Pav last night..I know he got you tea and stuff and he got you to rest, but the kid’s too soft. He can’t force you like I can, his hearts too pure for that. I however can fight you tooth and nail,” Kirk smirked.

“You know what else I can do? Take care of you! Not that Pav can’t do that, it’s just his immune system isn’t the greatest and we need our navigator!”

Bones groaned, “You are not taking care of me, Jim! I will not allow it!”

“Who’s the captain here, hmm?” Kirk challenged, raising an eyebrow as he began to walk the doctor back to his quarters.

To his surprise, Bones didn’t say a word, and the journey there was quiet.

When they finally reached their destination, Bones slowly collapsed onto his bed. He instantaneously pulled his covers up and closed his eyes, face scrunching in a headache. Jim frowned at the sight, he looked so weak and sick. He wished he had realised earlier.

“..Ya really are sick, aren’t you?”

Bones opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out.

Jim widened his eyes, “Shit, should I get Chapel–”

Bones shook his head and took out his PADD, typing out,

“It’s fine. It will come back as I recover. Don’t worry about it.”

Jim relaxed, and gave him a smirk, “Y'know what? I really like this! You not talking..it’s so peaceful..OW!” He pouted as he rubbed the spot on his arm that had been whacked  by the PADD.

Jim glared, “It makes you more violent than usual though.”

Bones typed out: “You don’t have to take care of me, you know.”

Jim rolled his eyes fondly, “Well I am, to show how great I am.”

Bones typed out, “You’ll get sick.”

Jim laughed heartily, “I don’t get sick!”

Bones rolled his eyes and sighed, watching as Jim walked around to find and watch some kind of programme to keep them both occupied, enjoying this company with his best friend. He felt awful all over, and he couldn’t even shout at Jim (one of life’s greatest pleasures), but he felt happy like this, in silent company.

[leatherpirate]

@izzyeffinhands

Bored. Is it just simple boredom? What an interesting notion. Here he's been, his mind running through dozens upon dozens of different possibilities, and he'd not let himself believe he was just bored; no, he'd been convinced that it must be more. Yet, as the word comes from Izzy's mouth it's like it clicks. It's a strange power the man has, this ability to cut into the heart of his problems and dispel any lingering fog around him. He always knew, from the first moment that he'd laid eyes upon him, that there was something special. It's worth everything.

"I'm fucking Blackbeard." He echoes those words as his steps bring him around to Izzy's back again. His knee isn't troubling him today, likely because, yes, he has been locked up in here brooding, so it's easy to bend, to lean until his chin rests upon the other man's shoulder. There's a sea of hair, beard and mane combined, and the lingering scents of rum and smoke and leather. "And I'm fucking bored, you're right." The rest of the claims? Maybe. Maybe he is unsure, too; he doesn't like the feeling.

Ah, but there's a snort; more words and more of the Izzy he knows. The only one willing to speak that way to him. The only one willing to challenge him, ever. And Izzy, as he must know by now, is the only one that can get away with it. "Don't want to take care of me if I get sick?" There's a grin curving his lips upward beneath his beard. He's feeling more himself already. "And you really don't give a shit if I ain't hungry?" He's leaning a little more and his next words will be a low rumble against an ear, laced with hot breath. "If I say no are you gonna feed me, Iz?"

@izzyeffinhands

Restless. So restless. So bored out of his fucking skull. These are the dire straits one Edward Teach, the mighty Blackbeard, finds himself in now. What is it that prompted such feelings? What's changed? Nothing. Nothing has changed. He and his crew still raid where and when they can. They still invoke fear into the very hearts of men. They still take whatever the fuck they please because that's what it means to be a pirate.

Yet, the feeling persists. It wraps all around him so dense and heavy, thick like the smoke that lingers around him as it drifts up and up from his pipe. He's been locked away in the captain's quarters for... how long has it been, now? He's lost track. Days, at least; it can't have been a week yet, surely. He's been gruff with any of the concerned crew that have come knocking, sent them off with a growled command to be left the fuck alone.

He's sulking. Blackbeard, the Kraken himself, is sulking. Brooding. Drowning. He's fucking drowning in this restless pit. Has the worst possible scenario finally begun to rear its wicked head? Has he finally reached a point where the routine he's all but perfected feels like stifling monotony? It shouldn't be possible. He's Blackbeard. The motherfucking Blackbeard. And yet.

The table at his side is given a sudden shove out of pure frustration, the growl of a beast rumbling up from his throat. The glass decanter and the tankard carved with skulls topple with it, the former shattering on the floor of his quarters. It's momentary reprieve. He barely feels better.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. He needs something to drag him out of this rut. He knows exactly who.

[goo-major]

I will NOT destroy the city if Taylor doesn't win because I absolutely ADORE "Drinking Problem" and "Tin Man." (And I literally just looked up "Broken Halos" because surprise, I never hear Chris Stapleton on country radio.)

HOWEVER, I am FUCKING SICK of seeing "Body Like a Back Road" getting nominated for SONGWRITING awards.

Listen to me for a minute.

Ok, Better Man, the emotional depth in the analogy "you push my love away like it's some kinda loaded gun" was enough to sell me on "Better Man" even before we got to the hypothetical "I wonder what we would've become... we might still be in love... you would've been the one. And the line "I gave you my best and we both know you can't say that" is enough to make you forget that it even rhymes with the last line because it's so much??? You can FEEL the longing through the lyrics even though Taylor knew she was better off all alone.

Or Tin Man, a three stanza poem disguised as an acoustic guitar ballad, but even in its minimalistic approach, Miranda packs so much emotion into the words that it's hard for me to listen to it even now. "You don't know how lucky you are. You shouldn't spend your whole life wishin' for something bound to fall apart." "You ain't missing nothing, cuz love is so damn hard." "You can take mine if you want it. It's in pieces now." "If you don't mind the scars, you give me your armor, you can take my heart." Tin Man is very possibly the best traditional country song of the modern age.

Or Drinking Problem, Midland's boozey ballad that stays ambiguous until the second verse because yeah, he's drunk. He describes the bar and how he knows everybody's talking about him, but for him, this is the only way he can escape the pain. And there's just something so clever about the word play in "people sayin that I hit rock bottom, just cuz I'm living on the rocks," and "they keep on talking, drawin conclusions, they call it a problem, I call it a solution. I'm sitting here in all my grand illusions, they call it a problem, I call it a solution."

Ok, Broken Halos tries to interject religious symbolism and hope into the darkest times where people need them the most, while also personifying these "angels" possibly into the kind hearted people around us that are willing to help us when we are at our worst. "Don't go looking for the reasons, don't go asking Jesus why. We're not meant to know the answers, they belong to the by and by." Chris puts so much soul into this song, that even on my first listen, I was ignoring texts so that I could hear everything he was saying because I was absolutely hooked.

But country music has been important to me my whole life, and sorry, "Body Like a Back Road" is not good songwriting or even a country song for that matter. Ever since like 2012, the trend of "Bro Country" began, and even though I am a "Bro," I hate it. "Bro country" simplified EVERYTHING down and made pretty much every song you would hear sound the same.

Boi meets gril at party.

Gril is wear bikini top n cut off jeans. Iz revealing. Make boi lik.

Boi ask gril to get into his truk.

Boi haz bottle of alcohol under the seat.

Boi and gril get drunk.

They fuk somewhere.

I could name COUNTLESS examples from the past few years from Florida Georgia Line, Luke Bryan, Jason Aldean, and like EVERY other male country artist, and no Tim McGraw, not even you are excluded. And Sam Hunt has made his career out of it, and… I don't like it... at all. (And here's a few girls who sing about how much they hate it, you're welcome https://youtu.be/_MOavH-Eivw)

The reason I have been a Taylor Swift fan for all these years is because I absolutely love emotional depth in songwriting, and that has pretty well died in popular country music, and "Body Like a Back Road" is no exception, and what is absolutely crazy to me is that it took 4 men to write the lines "now me and her go way back like Cadillac seats" and "way she fit in them blue jeans, she don't need no belt, but I can turn em inside out, I don't need no help." It's a pop song with a guitar loop and a tambourine. What about this screams country other than the cliches? The drum machine and the "yeah's" in the background may have made it the song of the summer, but it doesn't do shit for it on the songwriting level (and it's mediocre as hell, even for a bro country song, Cole listen to Thomas Rhett's "Get Me Some of That" to learn how to do it right), so please, whoever wins, don't let it be "Body Like a Back Road," because this is just another example of cheap bro country songwriting, and I have absolutely NO idea why it got as popular as it did.

2018 60th Grammy Nominations

Best Song Written For Visual Media

“City Of Stars” — Justin Hurwitz, Benj Pasek & Justin Paul, songwriters (Ryan Gosling & Emma Stone), Track from La La Land

“How Far I’ll Go” — Lin-Manuel Miranda, songwriter (Auli'i Cravalho), Track from Moana: The Songs

“I Don’t Wanna Live Forever (Fifty Shades Darker) — Jack Antonoff, Sam Dew & Taylor Swift, songwriters (ZAYN & Taylor Swift), Track from Fifty Shades Darker

“Never Give Up” — Sia Furler & Gregg Kurstin, songwriters (Sia), Track from Lion

“Stand Up For Something” — Common & Diane Warren, songwriters (Andra Day Featuring Common), Track from Marshall

Best Country Song (Awarded to Songwriters)

Little Big Town, “Better Man”

Sam Hunt, “Body Like a Back Road”

Chris Stapleton, “Broken Halos”

Midland, “Drinkin’ Problem”

Miranda Lambert, “Tin Man”

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