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AMANDA YOUNG | THE SCOTT TIBBS DOCUMENTARY
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Ooooh Mel Mel Mel! 5 lazy Sunday mornings + 1 hectic Monday morning! Pls and thank you!!! 💞
ooOOOOOOh! this was super cute to think about! i kinda fucked up in that the last one is not a monday but it’s still a hectic morning! hope you like ❤️
1.
mickey makes his peace with death before he even opens his eyes.
his head is pounding - a sharp, stabbing pain between his eyes that makes his entire body shiver. the room is too fucking bright, even from behind his eyelids. his body revolts against him as he fights through the agony towards consciousness.
he’s gonna die, struck down by jack daniels the day after his sister’s birthday party. over his shoulder, he hears it calling him. “mickey,” the voice croaks, hoarse and weak and miserable.
death sounds pretty pathetic.
“mickey, please…”
wait, no - that’s just ian.
“whaddya want,” mickey grunts, smacking his lips against the terrible taste in his mouth.
“so fuckin’ thirsty,” ian whispers. “you got any water over there?”
mickey, eyes still shut against the harsh morning light, slaps his hand around his bedside table, feeling for anything he can offer ian. he wraps his hand around the bottle of gatorade he’d left out for himself last night and flings it over his shoulder. it sails past ian and lands on the floor on the other side of the bedroom.
“the fuck was that?” ian groans. “mickey, i’m dying.”
“i can't even open my eyes, man. did the best I could.”
he feels ian roll over, groaning again with the effort. mickey wants to turn and face him, but he’s pretty sure he’s cemented to the mattress as he is.
“never drinking again,” ian says, voice cracking. “this is the worst.”
“you say that every time mandy comes to town,” mickey reminds him. “then she shows up ready to party and you can’t help yourself.”
“it was her birthday,” ian insists. “what was i supposed to do?”
“maybe not tequila shots?”
“you’re one to talk. i’m pretty sure i saw you chase a shot with an entire beer.”
“carl’s idea.”
“and that didn’t bring up any red flags for you?”
mickey finally rolls over, taking in ian’s wild hair and bleary eyes. “you look like shit,” he says, and ian just sticks his tongue out.
they lay in silence for a moment, both breathing heavily through their alcohol-soaked discomfort. the sun is still too fucking bright. they’d flopped into bed without closing the curtains last night, and mickey feels like his eyes are going to boil out of his skull.
“what do i have to do for you to make coffee?”
the idea of getting up, even for coffee, is so abhorrent that mickey wants kick ian out of bed just for suggesting it. he’s going to lay in this bed for the rest of time; ian can get his own damn coffee.
he rolls over again, pulling the covers up to his neck. ian huffs and snuggles close, shoving his icy feet between mickey’s legs.
“this isn’t helping your case, asshole,” mickey snaps.
“if you get up and make coffee right now, i’ll order you your favorite breakfast sandwich and blow you once we don’t feel like dying anymore.”
mickey chews on his lip, considering. he can’t think of anything worse than attempting to stand right now, but - fuck, he wants the bacon. the grease is the only thing that can heal him. ian chuckles behind him, clearly knowing he’s won.
“two sandwiches,” he mumbles, “and extra hashbrowns.”
“deal.”
2.
the apartment looks like the end of the fucking world.
ian steps gingerly around legos, toy cars, and freddie’s coloring books on his way to the couch. mickey’s already there, stretched out with his arm over his face.
“they were only here for a few days,” mickey sighs, “but i think those kids shortened my lifespan.”
“i know,” ian agrees, flopping down beside his husband and curling into his side. “i’m fuckin’ beat.”
“still want some of your own? after all that?”
“some of our own, and yes. debs and lip were so happy to pick them up this morning.”
“they were happy because they just had a week with no kids,” mickey argues. ian can see him grinning beneath his arm.
“yeah, yeah,” he grumbles, “you’ll see one day.”
“maybe,” mickey admits. “but today, i wanna do absolutely nothing. uncle mickey has earned that privilege, don’tcha think?”
ian hums in agreement and burrows further into mickey’s side. mickey brings his arm down from his own face and sinks his hand into ian’s hair, scratching lightly.
“you did good this week,” ian murmurs after a few quiet moments. “they love you a lot.”
“they love getting ice cream for dinner,” mickey says, waving him off. “they’d love anyone who let them eat a fucking sundae for supper.”
“and lets them stay up way past their bedtime.”
“and gets them every single toy in the goddamn store, even though they have hundreds of toys at home.”
“yeah,” ian sighs. “we did do that.” he makes a stunted effort to sit up. “guess i’ll start picking up so we don’t twist an ankle in this minefield.”
mickey yanks on ian’s arm, pulling him back towards the couch. “i don’t think so, red. that seems like a later problem. or a tomorrow problem. for now, we do nothing.”
ian raises an eyebrow. “alright. but that means you don’t get to complain when you’re laid up for a week because you tripped on franny’s firetruck.”
mickey snorts in amusement, pulling ian closer still. “all i’m hearin’ is a week off of work while you bring me shit. no complaints from me, man.”
they stay on the sofa for the rest of the morning - napping on and off, enjoying the quiet and the closeness.
one day they’ll chase the pitter patter of other tiny feet. they’ll pick up these same toys, repurposed for their own children, only to find them on the floor again later. there will be such noise, little giggles and shrieks and the smacking of kisses on cheeks.
but today, they do nothing together.
3.
mickey wakes up able to breathe through his nose for the first time in days. he swears with relief, and vows to never take his nostrils for granted again.
both mickey and ian had spent the last few days knocked the fuck out by franny’s cold. they laid in bed, shivering and sniffling, only leaving their room for soup or to hold each other up in the bathroom.
ian appears in the doorway holding a couple of steaming mugs, and mickey is relieved to see some color in his face.
“it’s just tea,” he says, handing mickey a cup. “my throat’s still a little bit scratchy.”
mickey hums in thanks, even though he doesn’t really like ian’s tea, and nods for ian to join him in their bed again.
“thought we could migrate to the living room today,” ian suggests. “i’m kinda sick of this bed.”
“it could use an airing out,” mickey agrees. “definitely time to wash these germy sheets.”
“okay,” ian says bracingly, “you toss them in the wash and i’ll throw out all these fuckin’ tissues. then - couch.”
the apartment is still messy, a shrine to their days-long illness, but it’s a start. mickey feels a little lighter when they collapse on the sofa together. his head still aches and it hurts to swallow, but he thinks they might be ready to work again by the time monday rolls around.
ian brings mickey close, gently situating him so his head rests in ian’s lap. they spend the day giving each other little comforts. ian plays with his hair for a while; later mickey rubs at ian’s stiff and aching shoulders. mickey heats up tomato soup for lunch, ian wakes mickey from a nap with a mug of hot chocolate.
neither of them feel particularly well still. it’s hard, feeling this weak for so long. but it’s a luxury to let himself feel it, to let himself be cared for. to care for ian. and they’re both grateful to at least talk with each other again.
to come alive together, just a little bit.
the relief at seeing ian’s eyes brighten again - and seeing that same relief mirrored on his face - is enough to carry mickey through until he’s well enough to kiss his husband senseless again.
4.
for the first time in a long time, ian wakes up on his own. no alarm, no mickey shouting that they’re running late, no wayward gallaghers shaking him awake for a favor.
he smiles into his pillow, stretching out under the covers. ian doesn’t even know what time it is, and his body is warmed through when he realizes that he doesn’t care. he’s in no hurry to find out.
it can’t be very early, because mickey’s side of the bed is cool and empty. ian doesn’t have time to pout about his absence before mickey’s voice sounds from the doorway.
“sit up, bitch, i got eggs incoming.”
ian rolls onto his back, pulling himself upright to see mickey cross the room carrying a tray laden with breakfast. he places it in ian’s lap before crawling back under the covers.
“what’s all this?” ian asks, popping a stray blueberry in his mouth.
“no work,” mickey says happily. “no gallagher crises, no errands to run, no nieces or nephews to wrangle. i’m keeping your ass in bed all day.”
“if i need to get up, should i leave my ass here?”
“yeah, actually, you can go if ya want.”
ian snickers, reaching for a piece of bacon. “okay then. i’ll leave my ass as a thank you gift for this breakfast. you outdid yourself, mick.”
“we earned it,” mickey shrugs. “wanted some time with you. and your ass.”
“time,” ian sighs. what a thing. empty hours, nothing to rush them along before they’re ready. “we got plenty of that.”
5.
they don’t have a party this time, even if mickey thinks they deserve one.
their second year of marriage was calmer than the first. it was less about scrambling to find their way, and more about settling into their life. into each other. it was less of a battle, but still a victory.
mickey feels fucking triumphant as he blinks awake on their second anniversary.
ian is kissing and nipping at his neck, grinning and humming against his skin. mickey pulls his hand from the covers, pulling lightly at the hairs at ian’s neck.
it shouldn’t still blow him away, how easy it is to wake up like this. to feel perfect fucking bliss while still at the edge of consciousness. it shouldn’t still surprise him that ian wants to wake him up with pleasure.
but it does.
mickey marvels at it every day.
sometimes as he brushes his teeth, and ian stumbles in to press a kiss to his cheek and hop in the shower, he’s astounded by ian’s presence. by his permanence. or when they’re cooking dinner, and ian wiggles to a song as he chops the veggies, mickey wonders at the constant proximity.
it’s mundane. and in that way, it’s goddamn miraculous.
two years of building this secure life, this comfortable fucking life, and mickey still gapes in the face of his own happiness. he trusts it, finally, but he refuses to take it for granted. he wants to feel this amazement, this awe at ian’s lips on his skin.
these little joys that dot his days.
he sighs and sinks back against his pillows, throwing himself into the sensation as ian moves down his body, licking and teasing as he goes. renewing their vows with his tongue.
they’ll spend hours here, wrestling between the sheets, sighing and laughing and crying out. they’ll dress slowly, taking their time as they get distracted by each other. and they’ll go out together, grinning over drinks and a nice meal, utensils a given at this point.
and mickey will fall asleep, like he now has hundreds of times before, wrapped in two strong arms and a promise. that tomorrow will bring the same mundane joy he felt today. that there will be a tomorrow, and he’ll never face it alone again.
+1
ian perches on the toilet of the church bathroom, blowing smoke through the cracked window by his head. he still feels weird in churches. it feels like he shouldn’t be here, celebrating under the stained glass.
but it’s a good day - or it will be, once all this fucking work is done. when lip asked ian to be his best man, he’d agreed without question. standing next to his brother on this day means everything.
but jesus christ, he forgot how much work weddings are.
there are flowers to arrange and tables to set up, chairs to organize, family members to wrangle, caterers to hunt down and a cake to keep from toppling. at his own wedding, ian had been so consumed by mickey that it felt like everything had just magically come together.
he realizes now just how much of the day had actually come down to lip.
ian should be out there now, working through tami’s pre-ceremony to-do list, or at least making sure lip isn’t crawling out of his skin. but he needs a minute, just one fucking minute to himself, or he’s going to lose his mind.
there’s a knock at the door and ian bites down on his tongue, trying not to snap at whoever’s jiggling the handle.
“ian,” mickey hisses from the other side, “i know you’re in there. let me in, asshole.”
sagging with relief, ian scrambles to let mickey in. he smiles a little shakily at his husband once they’re safely hidden behind the locked bathroom door.
“jesus fuck,” mickey groans, reaching for ian’s cigarette. “was it this insane when we got hitched?”
ian shrugs, plucking the cigarette from mickey’s lips. “it was definitely busy,” he says diplomatically. “but at least aunt oopie didn’t descend on our day.”
“god,” mickey groans, leaning against the tile wall, “i’m gonna end up stabbing her, aren’t i?”
“please don’t stab anyone today, mick. don’t think it’ll make for a nice wedding video.”
“fine. for you, i won’t stab anyone.”
“not for lip or tami?”
“okay, for you and tami. lip better be glad i haven’t stabbed him yet. he didn’t take any of my advice about the chairs.”
“i’m sure he’ll regret that.”
mickey smirks up at him, nodding in agreement. “what else is there to do?”
“god,” ian groans. “we gotta double check the sound system, make sure the programs are ready to go, get freddie set up with the rings, and lip wants to practice his vows before it all starts. you seen tami?”
“cool as a cucumber,” mickey informs him. “she’s way better at getting married than we were.”
“i was good at getting married,” ian insists, offended.
“you’re good at being married,” mickey corrects. “we botched the process a little bit.”
“hmm. maybe so. i think being married is a more important skill, though, don’t you?”
“yeah, yeah, you’re the best at being married, where should i send your medal?”
ian’s about to respond with something both sexual and nonsensical when there’s a rapid knock on the door.
“ian,” lip begs, “you gotta let me in there.”
he ushers his brother inside, all three men shuffling to make room in the tiny lavatory.
“you good?”
“yeah, 'course,” lip breathes, doing nothing to convince ian. “you got another cigarette?”
they smoke in silence for a moment, passing the cigarette between them and taking turns blowing smoke through the window.
“is getting married always so fucking hectic?” lip asks, running a hand through his hair. “i don’t think i know half the people here, but they all keep fuckin’ hugging me.”
“yes,” mickey answers simply. “having had more weddings than the both of you, it’s always fucking insane.”
“worth it?” lip wonders, fiddling with his tie. ian reaches out and straightens it.
“yeah,” mickey replies after a moment, turning to unlock the door. “if you want it to be, yeah, it’s worth it.”
#woah hey we're back baby#still shaking the cobwebs from my brain#so i hope this is okay??#this was fun ty!#and ty everyone for being so patient and cool ily#tumblr writing#alcohol tw#food tw
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Chapter 33: Robert*
Robert* reminds me of Peter*, in which, there’s confusion about names, the vibes are never quite right, and the date is pretty short. Though in this case, although we did talk for a longer time than Peter* and I did, the date itself was even shorter, a whopping 45 minutes.
Initially, Robert* likes me first on Hinge. His profile is not necessarily a slam dunk for me. He looks decent looking, though not my usual type, and has a chain bakery listed as to where he works. I like to think I am not a snob when it comes to careers, I’m pretty open-minded, but I do want to be with someone who has ambition and can have intelligent conversations with me since I am pretty well educated. Basically, someone around my level of thinking.
I decided to give the guy a chance and respond to his like by mentioning that I really like cookies at the place he works. He mentions that we could have a first date there and I responded by asking if he has dates with girls at his work often. He tells me he has only been working there a few weeks, so no. We legitimately talk about the different kinds of cookies for a while, then he moves on to ask me about what else I like. I mention my dog, then share that I space out and have trouble thinking on the spot and ask him about himself to see if it will also remind me of other things I like. He talks about seeing friends and playing video games, adds he “Doesn’t get out much.” Without missing a beat, he asks me what I’m looking for on dating apps. The dreaded question. I ask him to tell me first. My reasoning being, I feel like many men will cater their answers to what you want, instead of telling the truth. He writes me a long answer then gives me a TL;DR (too long; didn’t read) that is maybe ⅔ the length of the original message, so not that short, that says “going with the flow, down for a consistent [friends with benefits] or relationship, whatever happens, just not a one-night stand.” He announces it is then my turn to respond. I tell him I feel more or less the same, as his original longer message, but that I am not as much interested in the friends with benefits thing. Specifically, I say that with FWB, there needs to be an opportunity, or “nahhh.” I say that expectations only bring hardship and lightheartedly say I like to ask super important questions early in relationships, i.e. like my survey/application from way back when, and add “like cookie choices.” He asks me to clarify my opportunity or nahhh and says he is an open book and I can ask him anything. I explain my feelings more, saying that I don’t see the point of sticking around if someone is dead set on not wanting a relationship with me, as well as it is usually temporary and almost like a holding pattern. I ask my most important question, which is if someone wants children or not.
I get a slight argument back from him, regarding the FWB thing, saying that it can turn into more. I argue back, saying that it is still something that needs to be wanted, or at least both parties from the start can think “maybe someday.” He says this and that about the FWB, before answering my question. He says, more or less, he is open to it but it isn’t a necessity for him, however, he definitely doesn’t want kids right now. He asks me how I feel about it and I express I do not want them but would be open to adoption. He says that’s fine with him and quickly says, “Any other questions.” I am not meaning for this to be an interview. I say I do have a question, but that it is more of an open-ended/ statement that can be responded to. All I say for my “question” is the phrase “trump.” I also let him know I am going to sleep soon so we can continue our conversation in the morning. He does not like my question, that is that he says it is too vague and isn’t helpful for political discussions. I tell him that is my point, and that I am looking for him to express his feelings and that I can either oppose, agree, or somewhere in between. He says likely there would be all three. I go to sleep so I do not respond.
He greets me in the morning with a good morning. I greet him back, though I remind him I am still waiting on his opinions. It is a Saturday, so I also let him know I am about to present for a Zoom conference. He says he’s at a rowing camp and on a break from that, then asks me about my conference. He again requests that I be more specific than just “Saying one word.” I tell him about the conference, but regarding the political question, I send an eye-rolling emoji again saying that that is the point of the open forum, that I am looking for a blanket statement of his feelings regarding Trump.
He again asks about my presentation, and how it went, then goes on to give a pretty neutral debate, saying there’s good and bad, though it seems he veers more towards being a Trump fan, which is not my preference. Robert* offers to me that I can ask any questions about his stance. I am thinking, I do not need an invitation, I have a question and I will ask it.
Robert* inquires what I am doing the rest of the night. I say I’m staying in as I am going to Disney World the next day. I ask him what he is going to do the rest of the night, as that is the societally polite thing to do. I am asked AGAIN if I have any questions to ask him. He also says that he “wanted to do something with someone tonight. Chill night in maybe? Not necessarily sexual. Just relaxing, drinking some wine maybe.” My response is “haha sorry i don’t think i’ll be ‘someone’ today,” both calling him out on obviously being thirsty, as well and reiterating I am not planning on going out tonight. He admits defeat, saying that he didn’t think I would be either, but it was “worth a shot to ask.” However, he does say he does want to get together sometime.
Immediately before I can even respond to that, though, he asks me where in Disney I am going tomorrow. I tell him that Monday I could look at my schedule and put together a time and day we could meet up. I also express that I do not want to meet him at either of our places, mostly because of the stunt he had just pulled. I tell him my Disney World plans as well. He says that it is fine to talk about going out on Monday and says that “that would’ve been the plan” to not hang out at either of our places, despite what he had just said earlier about having a chill night in. I call him out on this, reminding him that he had just said something different, his response being, “yes, sorry if that made you uncomfortable. Im horny as all hell but my intentions are good and i can keep it in my pants. I promise.” How romantic. I send a laughing emoji and say that we’ve all been there before. He says he didn’t want to cross the “TMI threshold,” wherein I say that it is difficult to TMI me, but that doesn't mean I won’t be judgemental. His next comment is awkward, as he invites me to judge, but says that he’s “done [his] fair share of crazy/dumb/slutty shit. As [he is] sure [I] have too.” Weird to accuse someone you are trying to woo of being a crazy dumb slut, but okay. I bring up that I had an abusive relationship but that even in that, I wasn’t completely devoid of wrongdoing. He asks if I am comfortable talking about that and is sympathetic. I tell him more about that and he asks for some of the red flags my ex but off that I ignored. For the billionth time, Robert* offers that if I have any more important questions that I can go ahead and ask. I briefly acknowledge he asked again, by saying “lol if they come up organically I’ll ask” before continuing to talk about my abusive ex. One of the things I mentioned was that my ex was very critical about my body habitus, that is, that I was too skinny. Robert* takes it upon himself to say, “ as far as your body, it seems like you have a great fucking body…. As long as you’re not unhealthy idgaf im attracted to you sooooo” then sends two heart-eyed emojis and a shrugging guy emoji. The line he draws is that his “hands are rated E for everyone,” the context being, if someone hit him he would hit back. I explained my body issues some more and that I have stomach issues, and have always been a small person. He misunderstands and thinks I’m talking about having abs or having a fatty stomach. With the context I felt I had given, I sent a bunch of question marks before adding that my stomach issues were internal. He apologizes a lot for misunderstanding and says he is glad I’m in a better situation.
In his mind, it’s now a great time to bring up that we should text or snap. I tell him that Snapchat is “for hoes” if you only talk on Snapchat. Referencing to myself Darren* mostly. He sends me his number and then I text him. The next day, I am off having a day with my friend at an amusement park. He texts me often throughout the day and I respond when I have a chance. My best friend is asking me “who is this one?” and by the time she asks this, I’m honestly getting a little annoyed. She’s still asking about John* and where he is at. “I don’t know what’s going on with him. We’re mad at him right now. He is doing that shit again. I have to play the game, you know?” I describe Robert* as being kind of needy. At one point, Robert* is texting and asking desperately when I’m free and when we can go out. I tell him “I’m still out I’m not focused on that right now” The overeagerness is kind of a turn-off. And as mentioned earlier, we had already agreed to plan things out on Monday, and it was Sunday. He responds “Ok nvm. We don’t have to talk about that. Sorry.” Maybe I was harsh but had to put this guy in his place. I get a barrage of questions about Disney World. I mention I’m wearing my hat like a frat boy. He responds jokingly, “disgusting, how dare you.” I continue the charade by saying “yep I haze the shit out of people.” Next, however, his response is too cringey, “Mmmm haze me frat mandy” and adds “I can go more cringe.” I reply, “no thanks.” I ignore him for the rest of the day and then when I get home I finally tell him 1) I’m home and 2) what days I’m available. He gets irritated as the two nights I am available, are the only nights he is working. I have some friends coming into town the next weekend as well, so I tell him I’m not really available since I want to hang out with them. We go back and forth on what to do then with our conflicting schedules. Finally, we agree upon doing something after my work, but before his work on one of the days, giving us a tight segment of time but that should be enough for more or less a meet and greet. Because he is the one that will have somewhere to go, I tell him that he’s in charge of the planning and logistics because I wanted to make sure he had enough time to get to work.
We chat superficially in the meantime, mostly about video games and a little about past relationships. And of course… more inviting me to ask questions again. He puts me on the spot regarding the date and is trying to make me plan. I put the responsibility back on him. Finally, he suggests a place he had been wanting to try, that is more or less like a juice bar that also does protein shakes, kind of a health shop. Not really my kind of place, but I’m making him do all the planning so I won’t argue. We both independently go on a search for menus/information. He makes a comment regarding finding the menu but no prices. He randomly comments while we are chatting about the place “have i ever said that youre really fucking cute,” to which I just respond “not like in those exact words.” He adds “but yea you are. I humbly brag, “thanks! I know this about myself.” Typical male response is, presumably joking, “ok you’re too cocky” “youre ugly” “gotta bring you down a peg.” To this I just say, “it’s called confidence/not being insecure.” He switches things around saying “i know confidence is sexy.”
I don’t respond to this and get a good morning text the next day and he makes small talk about how we slept and such. It is the day that I have a date with Timmy*, but of course Robert* doesn’t know this. He at one point texts me saying that his morning got really shitty. I ask him what’s wrong and all he says is “I’ll tell you about it later.” I wonder why people do this, like why bring it up if you aren’t gonna talk about it now? It all seems like a sort of test. I do not play these games. All I say in response is “ok.” He adds “if I don’t text you about it remind me.” I don’t respond. He texts me again asking how my work is going an hour-ish later. I say it’s hectic and he asks if I’m on lunch. I send him a message about not getting full lunch breaks. I don’t hear from him for almost five hours, and given his text earlier about his bad day, I figured something could be wrong given how clingy via text he usually is. I finally text him and ask if he is ok. He says he took a nap and asked again about work, making a point that it was better than his day. Enough of the baiting, I finally say snarkily, “yeah you still have to tell me [what happened.” He is hyping it up now, saying “fair warning - its sad” I don’t respond because I figure he would still go on and tell me what happens and it didn’t warrant a response, but then he adds “if you still want to know” a few minutes later. I honestly don’t care too much, “if you want to tell me.” He finally does tell me what happened, and essentially he saw a dog be hit by a car and had tried to help it with someone else who saw the hit but the dog, unfortunately, didn’t make it. I commend him on trying to help and he says that he did the right thing and that’s why his day sucked. I don’t really know how to respond to that, plus at this point, I am getting ready for my date.
I lie to him when he asks me about my night, saying that I am chilling. More small talk to my disgust, and I verify our plans for the next day. He makes a comment about not being able to see the prices anywhere. This seems to be a worry of his for whatever reason, so I tell him that we can do something else and that I am flexible. He is of no help, as all he says about this is “idk what else we’d do.” My response is “ok” and I say I’m going to bed. In the morning it is finally the day of our date and I let him know that unfortunately I forgot to bring a change of clothes with me to work, so I’ll be wearing my work outfit tonight. He makes a comment about how he’s never seen a cute girl not look good in scrubs, and I let him know that today is the day that changes.
During the day, he states he is thinking of driving by to check the prices of the drinks and that he’s also got a back up. I tell him he should do whatever he wants. I look the places up and they are about 25 minutes away from my work. I head on that way once my work is done and I arrive first. I wait in my car until he texts me to ask which car is mine. I get out of my car and grab my things, now realizing I parked next to a puddle of water and got my shoes a little wet. I laugh it off and say oh well. I see who I presume to be him getting out of a car on the other side of the parking lot. He’s wearing a light pink hoodie, a little different but hey, real men wear pink, right?
I approach him and say hello and give him a hug. We get our masks on and walk into the store. Immediately we are greeted by who I can only assume is the owner of the shop. He is bright and happy and gives us his spiel about the type of beverages they have there. Robert* is being very quiet and is very short with the worker, saying he doesn’t know what he wants and I should go first. I try to describe what I’m going for, and the worker says the exact thing on the menu I want is unavailable due to a delayed shipment, but suggests something else to me and I accept with recommendation. I am done ordering apparently too quickly, as my date is still undecided. The owner ends up just asking him if he likes snickers, the candy bar, and he gives a not-very-believable “Yeah” so the owner suggests to him a shake that is based on those flavor patterns. Robert* is asked if we’re paying together and I look to him, he lets out an apathetic, “sure” and it takes all of my energy not to scoff. The owner tells us that they’re giving discounts out if you advertise the location by sharing a photo on social media and I agree to do so, because why not.
Then it gets a little uncomfortable. The owner is trying to be extra personable and make it a personalized experience, so upon receiving Robert*’s card, he starts referring to him using his name that is on his card. The only thing is, the name I know him by is not the name on the card, nor any fort of that name, like a typical nickname. Under my face mask, I smile and almost laugh to myself like, you dumb bitch who are you even out with rihgt now. Additional peer pressure from the owner also leads to us giving him our emails and signing up for their loyalty program, which also knocks off some cents off our drink. When I give him mine, obviously everything is the same, but when he gives his email, his email does have the name that I knew him by in the address, so I figure okay maybe Robert* is a middle name or something. Because we were under one order, there was also some sort of combo discount included as well since he got a shake and, I, a tea.
As we walk away from the counter and take a seat on a couch maybe 10 feet away, Robert* abruptly asks “what do you think the damage is?” Immediately pulling out his phone and checking the receipt of our drinks. “Uh I don’t know…. Sixteen dollars,” I guess. I am honestly put off by his obsession on price. I understand money issues, but it is not appropriate for first date behavior. I am pretty close, as it is somewhere in the mid $15 range. He scoffs at the prices.
Now that we are sitting together, I am noticing really how disheveled and not put together he looks. He has overgrown stubble, too short to be a beard, but definitely not stubble from just the day. His skin all over his face and body is dry and flaky, especially on his ears. Again, I expect a little more from a man who has had days to prepare for this date. I have been sipping my drink for a while, and it is honestly delicious, one of the best beverages I’ve ever had. He asks if I would like to try his drink. “No thank you, I don’t think it would go well with my fruity drink,” I half lie. The major reason why is that I am weird about sharing drinks/food and that so far I am almost repulsed by him and don’t want to share anything with him.
Despite my lack of optimism already, I try my best to be upbeat and give him a chance. I am trying to start a conversation and ask him questions and get to know him more, but he is a brick wall. He’s just staring at me and not saying anything, occasionally taking sips from his shake. Many of his responses are very sarcastic and rude. He actually brings up the ears; he had a very bad sunburn and that’s why they looked like that. Doesn’t explain the rest of his look though, but at least he was aware of that. It is pretty warm in the shop. I already opted to leave my jacket in the car, but at one point he decided to take off his sweatshirt. Underneath was a red shirt with almost like a confetti cake type pattern, of little microscopic dots of different colors throughout. I compliment the shirt, and mention I have one of a similar type of fabric pattern. I am nodded at. I again continue to try and force conversation, but I am still getting nothing.
Randomly he says, “come here” and puts his arm around me, pulling me close. I am extremely confused, as I was getting very negative vibes from him all over. I make my confusion known by commenting about how that was out of nowhere. His only response is, “oh you know.” “No, I do not know. I have no idea what is going on right now.” He only just chuckles and is like “you’re a cute girl.” I furrow my brow in confusion and figure we should get some air and suggest we take a walk. I ran to my car and put the drink in my car as well as my bag, being light, only having my phone and car keys for the walk. We take off and just walk through a nearby neighborhood. We have maybe 10-15 more minutes until he has to get going so he can get to work in time.
Conversation is still moderately forced, but a little better. At one point, we come up to a tree where the branches overhang drastically over the sidewalk. Whereas before I had been walking on the street side, Robert* has swung around and walked into the street, whereas I choose just to duck under the branches, which is easier with me being shorter, although I would not say he is very tall either. I made a comment about not caring and that he could have just “pushed me into the street/out of the way” and continued on, jokingly, about how you have to put a woman in their place. He says “okay noted I see what you like now,” trying to turn it into something sexual, it seems. I pause a moment, becoming much more serious when I say, “you know I’m kidding. I’ve told you about my abusive relationship so obviously I am not a fan of battering women.” In this moment, he pulls me into an embrace and tries to kiss me. I lean away and ask him, “why is talking about abusing women the time to try and kiss me?” He makes an excuse saying that he just really wanted to kiss me. I lie again, making another excuse about why I don’t want to kiss him, “I’m more old fashioned I guess, I’d like to get to know someone a little better and make sure that we are compatible and know each other well before I do anything.” Again, not entirely untrue. For the five hundredth or so time, Robert* says that I can ask him any questions.
I check my watch and declare, accurately, “We should probably head back towards our cars, you need to head out soon.” We walk back to the parking lot, having idle chitter chatter. When we get to my car, it’s perfect timing, as an alarm he had set to make sure he left on time goes off. I start to say our goodbyes and he tells me again that he wants to kiss me. I make a noise that makes my discomfort known, and he says, “well what about a kiss on the cheek?” I say verbatim, “I’ll allow it.” He makes a sarcastic comment, mocking me about “allowing it.” I retorted back saying, “well yeah.” He sticks to his word and only does a cheek kiss, and I’m cringing and can’t wait to wash my face when I get home. Being polite, I ask for him to let me know when he gets to work.
Using my Apple Carplay, I ask my car to text him when I notice he is driving behind me. Though, as all I’m getting is audio, I don’t know exactly what I am texting until I get home later.
(the first two texts of mine are my car texting and not manually)
Immediately, he asks me my feelings about him.
I then offered Venmo him money for my drink, as obviously money was a huge concern for him. He accepts and sends me his Venmo. I sent him the money and let him know so.
And that is that. He doesn’t text me after that.
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A masterpost: we stand with taylor
This is what I know so far about all of the events that have transpired over the last few days. I will edit if anything needs changed!
Sunday 6/30/2019
news broke that Sc**ter Br**n acquired Big Machine (x)
taylor posted her reaction (x)
sc**ter brags on instagram (x)
people began unfollowing sc**ter on instragram (x)
halsey, jack antonoff, and martha hunt tweet in support of taylor (x) (x) (x)
maren morris and leann rimes liked tweets supporting taylor (x) (x)
a change.org petition was created (and allegedly signed by katy perry and troye sivan although we know that any person could have typed their name) (x) (x)
alessia cara made an instagram story in support of taylor (x)
someone brilliantly changed sc*tt’s wikipedia page (x)
j*stin b**ber deleted the caption from his 8/2016 instagram post calling out taylor, and then defended sc**ter on instagram (x)
hailey baldwin supported j*stin’s post, and cara delevingne defends taylor (x)
sc*tt b*****tta makes a blog post on big machine’s website (x)
tree paine makes a statement to people magazine (x)
sc**ter’s wife yael defended him on instagram (x)
todrick hall tweeted in support of taylor and denounced sc**ter as an evil person and homophobe (x) (x) (x) (x)
demi lovato came to instagram in support of sc**ter (x)
selena’s mom mandy teefey supports taylor in an instagram post (x)
Monday 7/1/2019
cher tweets in support of taylor (x)
many other accounts tweet in support of taylor (x) (x) (x) (x)
j***ph kahn tweets in support of taylor (x)
ariana grande very briefly posted an instagram story [maybe] (x)
kelsey montague (artist of the ME! mural) makes an instagram story in support of taylor (x)
brendon urie supports taylor on his livestream (x) (x)
amanda lovelace writes a poem in support of taylor (x)
sc**ter begins posting instagram stories about he is, in fact, not a bully (x)
keala settle makes instagram post in support of taylor (x)
delta rae announces that they will be leaving big machine and going independent (x)
kelsea ballerini says she has been providing private support to taylor (x)
taylor’s music was reclassified on itunes (x)
Tuesday 7/2/2019
jennifer stone (harper on wizards of waverly place) randomly made a rude comment about the situation (x)
financial times publishes an article about the deal (x) (x)
demi lovato starts attacking her own fans (x)
ed sheeran says he has been providing private support to taylor (x)
camila cabello tweets in support of taylor (x)
delta rae raises $156,000 out of goal $30,000 to record new album, thanks swifties (x)
shawn mendes allegedly signed the petition (x)
ashley avignone speaks out against sc**ter (x)
sc**ter is doing some shady business with carlyle group (x)
taylor's lawyers say big machine never gave her the deal he gave others (x)
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The Big Move
A/N: First chapter of What Happens Next? The sequel to What if? Also, thanks @mashmaiden for the title.
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As she walks through the foyer she notices a lot more things than she remembers them having. “Babe, we really should unpack these boxes.” Yeah, they’ve been in LA for less than 24 hours and have now moved into their new house, but she wants to get everything in order before they start to relax.
Seeing a box marked college, she remembers how they suddenly have a lot more in their possession than the did when they left D.C.. “How did I not remember we had this much stuff in storage? We really need to unpack before work Monday.”
Shaking his head at his stubborn wife, he walks up behind her, wrapping his arm around her knees and picks her up bridal style. “No, now we were gonna have a date night so that’s what we’re doing.”
He’s so sweet. When they decided to move back home, he made it a point to have a date at least 2 nights a week and seeing as though they’re both about to start new jobs and might not be able to start that for a couple of weeks they made plans to spend the entire weekend together, boxes be damned. She wraps her arm around his shoulder, her fingers playing with the soft blonde hairs on the back of his neck. “It’s okay. So we made reservations an outside dining restaurant and it just so happened to start storming an hour before our reservations.”
He’s forced to bring out the big guns even thought he knows his wife will give in eventually, she always does. His eyes grow pouty as he brings his forehead to rest against hers. “Please? I just wanna curl up on the couch with my snuggle muffin.”
“Snuggle muffin?”
“Cuddle cake?”
“No.”
“Sugar Lips?”
She leans in closer, closing the gap between them, placing her lips to his as she lets out a sigh at her amazing dork of a husband.
“Oh, you like that one, do ya?”
“Honestly, I don’t care what you call me. As long as I’m yours.”
“You’ll always be mine, Sugar Lips.” He places another kiss to her lips and carries his bride towards their living room.
The display of food that he has laying out on the coffee table and the stack of movies along with it warms her heart. She really doesn’t know what she did to deserve this man. Her eye catches the screen of the television, seeing that he already has a move paused waiting for them to press play.
She rolls her eyes when her mind finally remembers what movie the scene that’s displayed on the screen is from. “Really, Marty? Again?”
“Hey, I watched Titanic with you last night.”
“Yeah, but there’s no love story in this movie.”
“How is Gracie finding her true self worth not a love story?”
She bites her lip, trying to smile at his adorableness. “Okay, but I’m limiting the number of times we go watch the second one when it comes out to 4.”
“Aw, but, Kens, she’s Armed and Fabulous.” He burrows his head into her chest like a pouting child that’s not getting their way.
God her heart hurts so much. How can one person make you fall so much more in love with them every single day. She cards her fingers through his golden locks, pulling him back by his hair to look at her.
The gleam in his eyes rewards him with another kiss. This one more intense than the ones from just a few minutes ago.
After a few minutes air becomes scarce, forcing them to pull back. Marty leans back against the couch propping his feet on the table and wraps his arm around her shoulder as she throws her legs over his lap and burrows into his side.
Their attention now set on the television once again, he presses play and places a kiss to the top of his love’s head, breathing in the scent that is so uniquely her.
“You calling me a girl?”
“You called me one!”
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It’s two days later before they get done unpacking all their boxes, but come Sunday they’re officially moved into their house.
He plops down on the couch next to her, finally being able to relax for the first time that day. “Welp, that’s the last of it.”
Her head lands on his shoulder as she looks out the bay window to their front yard. “Home sweet home.”
“Home sweet home.” He echos.
They sit in silence for awhile until that silence is interrupted by a knock at the front door.
Her brow furrows in confusion. Mandy and Matt left a half an hour ago so it can’t be them. And everyone else they know has already came by yesterday and this morning to come catch up. “Who’s that?”
He just shrugs, just as confused as she is.
“Well, can you go get it? I’m gonna start lunch.”
He nods and makes his way through the foyer. When he’s greeted by the person or rather persons standing on their front porch he’s a bit shocked. “Don? Julia? What are you guys doing here?”
“What, you didn’t think we’d follow you two back to LA?”
Kensi hears the distinct sound of her husband’s voice coming from the front of the house along with her father’s. Her father’s?
When the agent walks into the living room, she’s greeted with the sight of her husband and parents, who are suppose to be in D.C.. “Mom, dad, what are you doing here?”
“Kensi, you seriously didn’t think we’d stay in D.C. with the two of you on the other side of the country, did you?”
The tall brunette shrugs, she forgets sometimes that she has two other people that care about her again. For so long it’s just been Marty. “I guess. I don’t know.”
Julia makes her way over to her daughter, wrapping her up in her arms. “Kensi, your father and I are here to stay. We have so much time to make up for.”
They pull back from their embrace just in time to see Don continuously stare at Marty for a few minutes without saying anything.
“I’m sorry, but I gotta ask. Marty, what happened to your hair, son?”
The younger man can feel the heat rise to his cheeks in embarrassment at the watchful gaze of his father-in-law. “Oh, I just thought it was time for a little trim. You know, new job and all.”
Kensi rolls her eyes at her husband inability to tell her father what really happened. “He fell asleep with gum in his hair.”
Marty looks over at his wife, mouth agape in shock. “How dare you!”
Don walks over to his son-in-law, giving him a reassuring pat on the back. “It’s alright, son, it happened to be once.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, when I was 5.”
The three share a laugh as the lawyer pouts about his misfortune. Hey, it’s what families do.
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Poll Winner...Hotel Horrors!
Hotel Horrors
Hey everyone so so sorry that this took forever and a day to get out. The short version is I quit my new job because it was leading me down a dark path of anxiety and depression so I’ve been struggling with all of that nonsense and quite frankly lost the motivation to write anything at all. I want everyone to know that your mental health matters and no job (no matter the money or benefits) is worth putting that at risk.
Anyway, here’s the winner of my 200 follower poll! I do plan on writing the other choices eventually, but again I’ve been struggling HARD with writer’s block.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader
Words: 5,586
Warnings: Mentions of booze, a few swear words. A crude joke. Pretty much all fluff with some panicked!Steve and switching of names.
Summary: Steve Rogers lost something extremely important at your hotel during an undercover mission. What will you do when you find out your celebrity crush was staying under your roof?!
It’s in Y/N Y/L/N format, and I own no characters save for the reader and her coworkers/family. No beta, so mistakes are mine, ALL MINE I tell you!
ENJOY!
“Y/N my happy little orange blossom!”
You looked up from your mug, hot tea sloshing in your mouth until you could force it down. It was eight-thirty am on a brisk Monday in New York City, the hustle and bustle of morning traffic mixed with the grogginess of another too short weekend over. The hotel lobby had been quiet a whole half hour before your uncle had made his presence known. The Wilson hotel, named after your grandfather’s first dog had been in your family for just shy of sixty years, your father and uncle taking over when your grandfather decided to retire five years ago. It was a quaint but lovely little building, boasting just fifty six rooms and four luxury suites. Your grandfather had bought the building on a splurge, wanting to create his own income and become his own boss, much to the encouragement of your grandmother. It was an instant success, the small homely atmosphere mixed with the most affordable prices in the city kept you busy as a receptionist.
Things had slowed down just a touch now that the new year was here and the holidays were gone, people not traveling as much to make up for the money they had spent on presents for whatever they were celebrating. You were usually never caught dead at work on Mondays, never one to really enjoy the swarms of grumpy travelers in the early hours. Sundays and Mondays, until this week unfortunately, were your prized days off. That all changed the minute Mandy the other receptionist who usually worked days where you worked nights decided to bring her third hell spawn into the world a week early. A New Year’s baby. How lovely. Now because of the aptly named “Kia”, you were forced to pull double duty until her replacement started next week. So much for your Christmas wish of working less. You took it in stride though, after all Mandy was your soon to be cousin, your cousin Brent popping the question Christmas morning surrounded by all of your family. The very same family who was quick to point out that you were now the last of six children to be engaged. Or the last of six to have children. Or the last of six to be in a remotely serious relationship. And no, your crush on Captain America most certainly did not count. The only one who hadn’t spoken a word against you was Uncle Todd. He had always been your favorite, and you his. He never married, nor had kids of his own, so he was always quick to jump down your family’s throats. After all, he owned sixty percent of the Wilson and he turned out just fine thank you very much.
His only downfall was that he was simply too happy in the mornings.
His deep chuckle brought you back to the present, an annoyed expression passing over you as he lovingly patted you on the top of your head. He’d been doing it since you were a child. You had hated it since you were a child too. “Oh come now Y/N, surely you aren’t that hung over from the New Year’s celebration? It was a week ago after all. Put some spring in your step!”
“First of all, it’s too early for you. Now I know why I don’t work mornings.” You muttered the last bit into your oversized mug before draining the rest of your English breakfast tea. “Secondly,” you cleared your throat, picking up your electric kettle that sat at your desk and started on brewing your second cup, “You know damn well I don’t get hangovers Uncle. Fortunately I have your alcohol tolerance instead of my hopeless father’s.” The tea bag fell into your now full mug with an uninterested plop. “And thirdly, I’m only here because Mandy is out and Rachel doesn’t start for another week. Last I checked you don’t pay me enough to care about “peppiness” this early on a Monday.”
The shaking of his head normally would have you fearing for a spiel about being more carefree and positive, but the grin he was sporting brought a small one to your features. “We’ll make a morning person out of you yet Y/N. Carson here yet?”
“Nope, I’d wager dad’s stuck in traffic,” you pulled a face before adding “Again”.
“I swear that man will be late to his own funeral. I expect we’ll get a phone call any moment now, be sure to rip him a new one for me eh? Oh my new year’s resolution is to leave the house earlier so I can be on time my left foot.” You giggled, stirring honey into your beverage as he continued to rant and rave all the way to his office, the loud creak of his large chair announcing his defeat on the subject of your father’s constantly late arrivals.
As if on cue the main lobby’s terribly outdated phone rang loudly, a surprised yelp leaving your lips as you set the cup down and picked up the receiver.
“Good morning and thank you for calling the Wilson,” Your customer service voice was a common shock to your family and friends, the usual snark and sarcasm replaced with a sweet and patient tone. You quickly added, “Dad if this is you calling to say you’re running late, it’s been like this for five years. You don’t need to give us a heads up. We know you’ll show up, but you should know uncle Todd prefers it be before the next turn of the century.”
“Well Mandy your uncle seems like a reasonable man although I can assure you I’m extremely punctual.” The voice was certainly not your father’s, and for second you were extremely embarrassed and looking for quick way to end it. It wasn’t normal to get phone calls this early. But before you could do anything rash the person on the other line let out a short laugh. “I needed that laugh today, thank you. It’s been a stressful morning.”
“I’m sorry about that! I’m afraid Mandy is out, my name is Y/N.”Your face burned with the intensity of the sun as you quickly moved on, “How can I help you today mister….”
“Rogers. I’m sorry I assumed you were Mandy.”
“It’s alright mister Rogers.”
“Great.” He continued, taking a breath “Mandy alright?”
“Yep the baby just came early and she went into labor during our charity event last week.”
“How beautiful. I recall her saying something about contractions now that you mention it. Listen Y/N I was wondering if you could help me out on something urgent?”
“Sure mister Rogers, anything for my favorite neighbor.” You blurted out and then inwardly cringed at your own terrible joke, but again it was met by the stranger’s rough laughter. It almost sounded familiar. Like maybe you had heard it in person. Or on the television.
“Cute. I’m sure he…I mean I’ve never heard that one before.” The man recovered and you raised an eyebrow although he couldn’t see it. “So the long story short is that a friend and I checked in last week for your New Year’s charity Gala. It was stunning, had a wonderful time.”
“We had Pepper Potts as a consultant for the event, she’s incredible with event planning. Tony Stark donated some of the art work we auctioned off that night if you recall. Many were saddened to hear he wasn’t able to attend, but miss Potts looked lovely and did a great job.”
“That she did, and I’m sure he was there…in spirit I suppose.” The man got out hastily before recomposing himself. “Anyway I’m afraid my colleague and I were so partied out when we checked out the next day I realized I forgot a very important flash drive somewhere in my suite.”
“Not a problem mister Rogers, our suites are extremely private and we haven’t had any guests in them since last week so I have no problem calling housekeeping and seeing if they found anything. Just a thumb drive you said?”
“Yes a small black thumb drive. I’m super boring and predictable. And please, call me Tony.”
“Alright mister-“You stopped yourself, “Tony. What suite were you in? And we can check your friend’s suite too if you want to give me his name.”
“Oh of course suite number two. He was staying under the name Steve Stark.”
You held in a laugh. It was normal for high-caliber people and celebrities to check in under false names, sometimes even using the names of other celebrities. Kim Kardashian-West checked in as Princess Jasmine once somewhere.
“And you’re Tony Rogers. Funny, I’m sure Mandy didn’t catch that one. She isn’t the brightest crayon in the box I’m afraid.”
“I can agree with you there. “ The man laughed again, and you realized you were finding yourself in a good mood talking to this man. Why was that?
“Well I’ll do some digging and see what I can find. Is this a good number to reach you at Tony?”
“Yes this number is the right one to snag me at.”
“Perfect, I’ll get housekeeping on it right away as no one has been in there since your stay. I’ll call you in a couple days with our results. Hopefully we find it for you. Have a great day!”
“You too Y/N, talk to you soon.”
You hung up the phone and promptly dropped your head on the desk. Where did you know that voice from?
~~Earlier at the Tower~~
“For the last time Steve I haven’t seen your thumb drive!” Sam waved Steve away from blocking the game on the television in the common area. “Now you make a better mountain sized door instead of a window.” Steve huffed angrily out of the room.
“Haven’t seen it Cap, might I suggest checking your shoes?” Tony got out in between bites of his cereal, Bucky laughing with him at the Captain’s deadpanned expression. “What? Worth a shot.”
He stomped out of that room too.
Even Nat had jumped on the skeptical side, narrowing her eyes as he dug through his luggage again for the seventh time in the past two days, “Are you sure you didn’t pack it?”
This was it. This was how Steve Rogers was going to lose his mind. The sleep deprived and stress-ridden super solider pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to take deep breaths. It proved fruitless and he smashed his phone into the wall a day later at the suggestion from Tony to just call the Wilson. The same hotel Tony and him had stayed at the previous week for an undercover mission.
The team had accepted the circumstances, Strange and Nat running communications while Tony and Steve underwent massive amounts of makeup to change their appearance. Tony of course went the craziest. Bald cap, clean shaved face and a suit that made him look even more buff than he already was. Nat kept calling him “Daddy Warbucks”. Steve however had kept it simple. Changed his hair color, grew his beard out a little longer, contacts, and wore a slightly ill fitting suit.
Truth be told he didn’t understand why they needed to be there at first. “Catching art thieves” wasn’t something that usually required action from The Avengers. NYPD were more than capable most of the time, so it came as a shock when one of the owners of the Wilson reached out to them via email. The message didn’t say too much, other than a time, date, and small description of the group of men needing apprehended. Todd and his partner didn’t want these men getting to the very expensive masterpieces they were auctioning off for charity, and just wanted some extra security. Apparently the thieves had been snatching works of art for nearly a decade and hadn’t been caught. Tony loved a challenge and accepted. Todd suggested setting a trap and sending a couple of them undercover so as to not draw unwanted attention. As an added bonus Tony donated some of the art to be auctioned off at the Gala held in his hotel on New Year’s Eve. He even offered to put them up in two of their nicer suites for no charge.
Tony was in the minute he mentioned undercover. He even took to making some secret compartments in their attire, you know just in case.
“You too Y/N, talk to you soon.”
Speaking of the billionaire, he was now putting his phone back in his pocket, a smug expression on his face.
“Y/N the receptionist said she’d look into it and call back in a couple days. Now will you calm down?”
“I can’t calm down Tony, that thumb drive had all the evidence to put the art thieves away.”
“Wet Bandits” Tony corrected, Steve rolling his eyes. “The trial isn’t for another week and worrying is only going to force you into an earlier grave. So cool it.”
The blonde man ran a hand through his hair. He truly hated it when his friend was right. Though he’d never tell him of course, his ego was big enough as is. He let out a sigh, “Fine.”
“Great. Now make a list of places you were in the hotel during the Gala, we can go retrace your steps if they don’t find anything. I think your ancient brain is finally catching up to you Cap.”
Steve slammed the door to his room with that remark, seething with embarrassment and anger. It’s not like he had meant to lose it. He’d never lost intel like this before. Actually now that he thought about it he couldn’t think of a time he had ever lost something this important. Falling into his desk chair with an ungraceful thud, he began writing the places he had been during New Year’s Eve.
~~Flashback, Night of the Gala~~
“We’ll get right back to the Auction after the ball drops!” A jolly looking man, who the team learned to be Todd interrupted the evening, encouraging everyone to mingle and enjoy themselves. Tony didn’t need to be told a second time, making his way to the open bar while Strange noted his obvious distaste in their ear pieces.
People nearly trampled Steve as he got up from his seat, emptying out of the large conference room and into the beautifully decorated grand ballroom just outside. He couldn’t say he blamed anyone, being squished like sardines for the last two hours was starting to even get on his nerves. And he lived in a compound of superheroes with no real sense of boundaries. He was enjoying his solitude, no one recognizing him for the first time in years. It felt liberating, only having a select few know his true identity. He almost didn’t miss it.
He felt a slight shove into his shoulder, turning his body to glance down at the elegant figure draped in simple green velvet, your wide eyes burning into his in embarrassment.
“I’m…I’m such a klutz my apologies!” You stuttered out, giving him the smallest hint of a shy smile.
“No harm no foul. Tony.” He stuck out a hand, giving himself points for not messing up his alias.
You placed your small hand in his and immediately Steve was struck by how soft your hand felt. But before you could give your name your heads swiveled at the shouting coming from the far side of the room. He noted how your eyes shown slight disappointment as you broke from the greeting.
“Forgive me. My relatives and booze never makes for a good outcome.” With a defeated sigh you turned on your heel, clicking away towards Todd, muttering to yourself. “Way to go Y/L/N, always running into gorgeous people and then running away.”
Ok, he missed it a little. You were the sort of someone he would have liked to ask to dance. If under different circumstances of course. Maybe. But silver lining, at least he had been able to catch your last name. He watched you run off with a dreamy look on his face.
“Heads up lover boy, we got company.” Nat jolted Steve from his thoughts, four men entering the large room and nonchalantly casing the place. How these men had gotten away with stealing art for close to a decade was beyond him. Hiding within plain sight he moved to a vantage point high up on a stairwell.
“Tony you got them?”
“You mean Steve. I’m Steve, you’re Tony. Geesh that dime wasn’t in your orbit for more than two minutes and you’re this scrambled?” Tony teased, Steve groaning into his ear piece and earning a smirk in response. “Yea I got them, shall I go ahead and set the plan in motion?” He caught Steve’s nod and reaffirmed it with his own, making his way towards the group. “Then the game is afoot!”
Steve made a mental note to ask Thor for some meade after all of this was over.
The rest of the night went easy enough. The “Wet Bandits” fell for the trap, they were caught red handed and arrested on the spot. Steve managed to swipe a USB drive from the ring leader of the group before the police carted off the criminals, the crowd clapping and cheering for them. They looked like normal, non-super people, just doing the right thing at the right time. It gave the team a sense of pride, knowing even without their suits or names they still got the job done.
“Where should I put this?” He fiddled with the small storage device. Nat had mentioned it would most likely have very incriminating evidence on it. She also put extra emphasis on keeping it safe.
“I don’t know, somewhere close to your soul?”
“That makes no sense Tony.”Steve muttered from the punch bowl, watching his partner walk towards him, empty glass in tow. Typical.
Tony joined him while everyone began to count down the minutes til the new year, gloating about how he couldn’t wait to kiss Pepper.
“That’s rich considering you look like mister clean right now. Think of the headlines.” Strange muttered into the comms and Tony laughed, forgetting temporarily what he looked like in his present state. “Hey there’s that girl you were making eyes at Rogers.”
The contacts he wore were starting to itch from dryness, and Steve found himself exceptionally happy that the night would soon be ending. He couldn’t help but gravitate toward you, your smile and light laughter ringing over the small group of people around you.
“Hello again.” Steve tried to think of what Tony would do in this situation, and then decided the cocky approach probably wouldn’t go over well. Your eyes twinkled in the glow of the gentle lighting, the room dimming as it got closer to a new year.
“Hi again.” Sixty seconds to go.
“I didn’t get to tell you earlier but you look stunning.” You were happy your blush was hidden in the near darkness of the room. The people were getting louder in their chanting of the time, Steve swallowing hard as your smile grew wider with the passing second. As so did his confidence.
“Thank you, that suit is an…interesting color.” Steve remembered his current attire and internally grimaced. What a claude you must think him, showing up in an ill fitting suit, beard barely groomed, his slightly red eyes. Of course he gets the gumption to make small talk and introduce himself and what happens? He looks like a homeless vacuum salesman.
“Ten…Nine…Eight…” He watched as you looked around the room, loudly calling out the numbers, unaware of how smitten he must have been looking at you. You seemed so genuine in your happiness, your smile beaming and lighting up the whole room.
“Five….Four..” He had no idea what was making him inch closer to you, but he couldn’t stop himself. It was like he needed to be near that sort of energy. He hadn’t met anyone that put him so much at ease so quickly before. Why was that?
“HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!” The crowd erupted in cheers and shouts, guests pulling on party popper strings and Todd and Carson popping bottles of champagne open with sabers. He laughed at you while you shook your head at your obvious relatives. Of course it had to be sabers. Perhaps it was the atmosphere. Maybe it was the loud music. He blamed a large portion of it on the alcohol, although it did nothing for him. Whatever it was spread throughout his entire nervous system and pushed him to place a small kiss on your blush tapped cheek.
“Happy New Year.” He managed to get out, taken aback by his own actions. You didn’t seem to mind, only beamed a smile that seemingly blinded him. Which wasn’t difficult to accomplish thanks to the stupid contacts.
“Yappy Hew Near.” Your alarmed expression at your jumbled words caused Steve to let out a deep laugh, you joining in shortly after. The night concluded with the art being bought back by Tony, not truly wanting to see them go in the first place. He could already hear the argument he and Pepper would be having later. If the look she gave him was any indication, he fully expected Stark to be in sofa city for the better part of the new year. He headed back to his suite with a bounce in his step, happy with the overall outcome.
Steve’s happiness was gone the minute they got back to the Tower and he noticed the flash drive was nowhere in sight.
~~Present~~
Which lead him to this moment of staring at Sam while he went over his paper. There weren’t that many places on it which made for a short list. The lobby, ballroom, conference room, and of course his suite were the only places he went after swiping the drive. Sam took note of all of the sighs leaving the tall man’s lips as he perused the list, growing slightly annoyed.
“Steve, man you gotta get laid. Or go fishing. Somethin’. Anything that will make you less mopey.” His friend grinned, it sinking into a frown when Steve gave him murderous side eye.
“Sam I appreciate you inserting yourself into my personal life again but I still haven’t found that drive. It means everything to the trial and without it –“
”The Wet Bandits won’t be convicted and you will have failed this city…yadda yadda…” Bucky finished, putting his hands on his hips as he stood alongside Sam. “Seriously pal, we know. But worrying about it ain’t gonna make it appear out of thin air. Stop making it worse.”
“Easy for you to say Buck,” Steve scoffed. “You weren’t the one that lost it.”
“Well Cap, I guarantee it will be in the last place you left it!” Tony said, smiling cheerfully at him while he snatched the list from Sam, nodding once he had finished going over it. “We’ll find it, stop getting your old man undies in a bunch and go do something productive.”
Steve went running for three hours, the entire time thinking of ways to get away with murder.
~~~Meanwhile at the Wilson~~~
“I’m telling you Uncle I have torn these rooms apart and I haven’t found anything!!!”
You were laying on the floor of the suite Tony Rogers, or whatever his real name was had stayed in the week prior, your uncle staring down at you from the doorway that lead out into the hall.
“I can see that.” You uncle stated matter of fact, astonished at the sight. “Orange blossom it’s been two days and you haven’t found anything, I think you should give the nice man a call.”
“Ughmnpf” Was your response, your voice muffled from your face in the carpet. Housecleaning hadn’t found anything when they had cleaned both rooms, and you had spent the better part of forty eight hours digging through everything. Todd had rounded up a crew to search the rooms the Gala had been at just in case, and had turned up nothing. Well they did find your uncle’s most prized bottle opener that was shaped like a large great white shark he had gotten from the Caribbean three years ago, but that wasn’t doing anyone any favors. “He’s gonna be so upset Todd. I don’t know if I can to talk to him again.” You complained weakly, rolling onto your back to stare at the ceiling.
“Nonsense, if I remember him well enough I know he’d be very impressed with how you managed to tear these rooms apart looking for something he lost in the first place. Give yourself more credit.”
You dragged yourself off the plush floor and made your way to the phone located in the room, taking out a small slip of paper out from the pocket of your dark gray slacks and punching it into the phone. It rang four times before you were sent to voicemail.
“Hey you’ve reached the personal voicemail of Tony Stark, obviously I’m too wrapped up right now to take your call, so leave a message and I’ll call back when I feel like it.”
You stared into the phone in shock, the loud tone making you jump and sputter into the receiver.
“Ssss…sorry to call this number, I was told I could reach Tony Rogers here. This is Y/N from the Wilson, if you’re free to stop by at three this afternoon I’d greatly appreciate it. Thh..thank you.” You hung up the phone. Now you were certain you had been played. What was this mystery man playing at? First he gives you an obviously fake name and then gives you the phone number of THE Tony Stark?
“What’s wrong Y/N? You look like you just discovered spit in your cheerios. Which might I add hasn’t happened in years.”
“Um, who stayed in this suite Uncle? Tell me the truth.” You narrowed your eyes, attempting to look menacing in your bright mustard sweater and messy bun.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you, but it sounds like you’ll meet him soon enough. Which lucky for me, I’ll be here to record it.” Your face paled as your heart started to race.
Who the hell was coming to the hotel?!
~~~Three p.m~~~
“I don’t know about this Tony,” Steve muttered into his new phone, trudging up the slightly slick steps of the hotel. It was snowing, wet globs falling from the sky and sticking to the warm pavement creating a walking hazard for most people. He wasn’t most people though. “You called her. You should be here.”
“And you lost the drive, so you have retrieve it. Now get that stick out of your ass and maybe after ask her out afterwards. ” Steve rolled his eyes, the sass evident in the brunette’s tone. Everyone had gotten fed up with him over the last few days, although he was certain that was a massive understatement. “Let me know how it goes, I’ve got a meeting so I’ll talk to you afterwards.” Steve ended the call with a firm click, taking extra care at putting his phone into his pocket upon entering the lobby. Would hate to have to purchase a second phone within a week.
He was delighted to see you behind the counter, recognizing you from the gala. Granted your eyes were as big as dinner plates and you were choking on whatever was in your mug but you still managed to look lovely. He had it bad and he didn’t have the faintest idea why or how. But he did know that your smile had plagued his nights and swept through his days the entire time he had been looking for this drive. He would definitely be asking you out today.
“Hello I’m looking for Y/N?” Steve said politely, knowing good and well he was staring at her. He noticed Todd off to the side, clearly recording the whole ordeal on his phone. He had mentioned at the Gala that Y/N had harbored an intense school girl crush on the captain most of her life, and had been slightly looking forward to meeting him. Granted this was technically the third time they had met, but she didn’t know that yet.
“She’s right here!” Todd said brightly, your brain attempting to pick itself off the floor and reinsert itself back into your skull. You shook your head out of your shock and smiled, trying hard to calm your nerves. You could probably beat a hummingbird with how fast your heart was racing.
“He’s right I’m Y/N. You must be mister Rogers.” You mentally smacked yourself. Of course he was. His small grin at your expense made the humiliation twenty times worse.
“That I am. Any luck finding my drive?” He was trying to be direct. Right. He had no business here otherwise. You lowered your head, both out of disappointment and guilt.
“I’m afraid not. I personally searched both suites myself for hours and couldn’t find a single black flash drive. I’m so sorry but I was hoping maybe if you revisited the room that it would jog your memory?”
“Good luck with that,” Todd chimed in, your gaze ripping from Steve’s blue eyes to look at your uncle sharply, “It looks like a bomb went off up there.”
“I think it’s a decent idea, sure.” Steve admonished, finding himself at wits end over the matter.
You nodded and lead the way to the elevators, your uncle electing to stay behind much to your behest. Perhaps you would have a heart attack on the way up and that would be the end of it. No, that was being too optimistic. You took the space closest to the far wall, keeping your distance and blush ridden skin as far away from the super solider as possible.
“Ya know this isn’t the first time we’ve met.” Steve said simply, giving you a heartbreaking smile. “You quite literally bumped into me during the gala. And I was with you during the countdown later on that night.”
“I surely would have remembered running into you mister Rogers.” You retorted back just as simply, attempting to study the buttons on the elevator in great detail.
“Not if I was undercover. I had a long beard, terribly fitting suit. Black hair. I’m afraid the contacts made my eyes a little red from the dryness. You were looking absolutely breathtaking, wearing a beautiful green velvet dress. I’ll admit I was pulled to you from the very first moment I laid eyes on you. What were your exact words at midnight?” Your breath caught in your throat when you met his eyes, the recognition hitting you like a freight truck.
“Yappy Hew Near.” You both said it in union, your face going from tinted pink to full on tomato red when you realized Captain America had kissed you on the cheek that night.
“I am SUCH an idiot I am so sorry!” You stammered out, hoping for the first time in your life that the elevator would NOT break down with you stuck in it with Steve Rogers.
“Hey doll it’s alright, really. I wouldn’t have done what I did if I didn’t want to. Your smile is something else.” That caused you to blush harder, if that was possible. “Now let’s go see about that suite huh?”
You really hated how cool he was about the whole thing.
Deciding it would be in your best interest to get this over with as soon as possible you practically tore down the suite door, the inside looking like a tornado went through it. After a band of criminals ransacked it. You tensed up when you heard Steve let out a slow and low whistle.
“You’ve uh…you’ve been busy.” He tried, not easing your nerves and surveying the area. “I believe you when you say you didn’t find anything.”
A nervous chuckle escaped you, “Can you walk me through what happened when you got back here? It might help talking through it.” Steve nodded at you although he wasn’t looking in your direction, his tall stature breezing around the large room with ease.
“I went to the bathroom after taking off my jacket,” He looked in the closet. Nothing. “I took out the awful contacts and shaved.” You giggled as he mimed running a razor over his face in the bathroom. He placed the invisible facial tool down on the counter and walked back out, looking slightly behind you at the nightstand. “I placed my watch there and went to take off my sh…”
The sentence died in his throat, you becoming slightly concerned as he proceeded to stand ramrod still. “Steve? Did you remember something?”
He took off his right shoe, staring into it with a slack jaw.
“You’ve got to be shitting me.”
“Steve? You’re making me nervous, talking into your shoe and all.” You had begun to back away when a slightly hysterical laugh escaped the man’s throat, the timber wavering as he ripped the insole out of the piece of footwear. You were starting to rethink being alone in a hotel room with him.
It was only when he took out the small thumb drive from a hidden compartment in his sole that you began laughing too. But yours was partially due to extreme anger.
“It…was in…your…shoe….the WHOLE time…?” You managed to get out, heaving breaths and attempting to catch them while the good Captain continued to lean onto the nightstand for support, his own breath ragged.
“Tony….made a joke…about putting it…close to…my soul.” He stood up straight, slowly regaining composure which you were not finding helpful. “I must have been so tired that I thought putting it in there was a good idea.”
“Well clearly it was a good place, you couldn’t even find it. But who uses a shoe? Honestly.”
Steve had the good sense to look embarrassed, running a hand through his hair and offering an apologetic smile. “I am so embarrassed. You tore this hotel apart looking for this and I had it the whole time. The team will never let me live it down once they find out.”
“Who says they have to know?” Came your reply, already heading to the suite door and pulling it open with a bit of effort. “I won’t tell anyone. It’ll be our secret.”
“What’s the catch doll?” He held the door for you and you gave a mumbled thanks.
“Drinks. Right now.” You said confidently, looking into his eyes, his real blue eyes with ease.
“Can’t I’m afraid.” Steve grinned at your sad expression. “We have dinner plans first.”
“Pizza?”
“You read my mind Y/N.”
You couldn’t stop yourself, beaming another mega-watt smile.
“Maybe we’re SOLE-mates mister Rogers. Shall we?”
You both laughed the entire way to the restaurant down the street.
The end.
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Aaron’s 28th (AO3)
for @yorit1 who said Robert was taking Aaron to Paris for his birthday this weekend and I fully support that idea.
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“I have a surprise for you.” someone said as they came up behind Aaron and covered his eyes. It made him jump for a second until he recognised the hands and the voice.
“Alright, but make it quick, my husband will be back any minute.”
“Funny.” Robert dead-panned, removing his hands and stepping around Aaron. “Maybe I shouldn’t bother with the surprise then. Let you get back to work.”
Aaron rolled his eyes and put his hands on Robert’s waist.
“You know I’d never meet my secret boyfriend at work.” He joked and pinched Robert’s side for emphasis, making him squirm away from Aaron’s hands.
“You used to meet me at work when I was your secret boyfriend.” Robert pointed out.
“That was different! You work here too, it would be stupid to meet anyone here!” Aaron argued. “But can we stop talking about my non existent affair and get back to the part where you said you had a surprise for me?”
A smile spread over Robert’s face as he took his phone from his pocket.
“What are you planning on doing this Sunday?”
“Other than the surprise party in the pub mum and Liv think I don’t know about?” Aaron asked with a shrug. “Nothing I suppose...”
“How would you like to change that?” Robert asked, pulling something up on his phone and handing it to Aaron.
“What’s this? A hotel?”
“Yep. In Paris.”
“Right...”
“For you and me! A weekend away. In Paris.”
“A weekend in Paris? Are you mad? We’re supposed to be saving up for the baby, remember? We can’t afford a weekend in Paris.”
“It’s nothing too fancy. It’s a good deal. We can afford it, trust me.” Robert insisted. “I just figured, after the year we’ve had, we were due a weekend of peace and quiet.”
Aaron looked around the website.
“Have you booked it yet?”
“No. I wanted to leave it up to you. Your party in the pub with the entire family or a party for two in Paris.”
“Mum will kill me.”
“Nah.” Robert shook his head. “Only me. For taking you away. When I’m supposed to make sure you get to the pub in time.”
“But... what about Liv? She’ll be disappointed... and she can’t be on her own right now.”
“She’s not though is she? Cain is there with Kyle and Isaac. And the village is packed with people who will keep an eye on her.”
“I know... but...”
“But nothing. It’s your choice. We do what you want. Just you. Not me, not Liv, not your mum, not your gran trying to pinch my arse when she’s had a few too many, not Mandy getting drunk on your birthday Champagne... None of that matters. None of them get a say.”
“Birthday Champagne? You got me Champagne?”
“Yeah... but that’ll still be here Monday. And they have Champagne in Paris too.”
“Knowing my lot, that bottle will be gone when we get back Monday.”
Robert shrugged.
“We’ll get another one. Charity got me a good deal with the brewery for this one too.” he said then paused when he realised what Aaron meant.”
“Wait... get back? You want to go?”
Aaron smiled.
“Yeah. Book it. Let’s be selfish for the weekend.”
“There’s nothing selfish about celebrating your birthday the way you want to.”
“Good luck trying to convince my mum of that. She’ll hit the roof when we tell her.”
“So let’s not tell her. Text her before we get on the flight.” Robert said and smiled at the booking confirmation on his screen. “Paris here we come.”
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As soon as they boarded the flight later that day, the flight attendant upgraded their seats to first class and gave them a complimentary glass of Champagne.
“Did you do this?”
“Nope. But I might have mentioned that it’s your birthday when I booked.”
“It’s not until Sunday though is it? They can see that in my passport.”
“Doesn’t matter. If your birthday is on a weekend, the whole weekend counts as your birthday.” Robert decided. “Everyone knows that.”
Aaron laughed and turned his attention to his phone, that was blowing up with texts and calls from Liv and his mum.
“They’re not happy with us.”
Robert shrugged.
“Tough. We’ll deal with them on Monday.” He said and turned his own phone off after ignoring the third call from Vic in the last 10 minutes. “This weekend, is all for you and only for you.”
The hotel was nice, nothing too fancy like Robert had promised, but a nice big bed and a bathroom with a bath big enough for the both of them.
“What do you think?” Good enough for the weekend?” Robert asked, wrapping his arms around Aaron’s waist from behind.
“Yeah, it’ll do.” Aaron joked.
They spent the rest of the night relaxing in their room with hamburgers and chips from the McDonald’s around the corner from the hotel and watching French TV.
Robert was happy to let Aaron take control of the remote as he dozed on their bed next to him.
“I used to watch this when I lived here!” Aaron said excitedly. “I can’t believe it’s still on.”
“What is it?”
“I don’t know. Some kind of drama series. I think it was on every weekday.”
Robert pushed himself up on his elbows.
“A drama series that was on every day? You mean a soap? Aaron Dingle are you a secret soap fan?”
Aaron laughed.
“You’re one to talk with your star wars or star trek or whatever star stuff it is you watch.” he said and laid back on the bed, tucking himself under Robert’s arm. “Never really had a clue what’s actually happening though. My French was shit back then.”
“Still is.” Robert replied which earned him a poke in the ribs.
The next day they spent the day exploring the city. They went all the way to the top of the Eiffel tower and took a selfie on the lower level, with Robert kissing Aaron’s cheek at the last second and the view of the city behind them.
“I’ll send that to mum and Liv. Maybe they’ll let us live to see my next birthday if we keep them updated.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t risk it and just stay here.” Robert said, only half joking.
“Tempting. But do you really trust Jimmy to take care of Home James on his own? And Seb can just get the train down here?”
“He’s smart, he’ll figure it out.”
“Who? Jimmy or Seb?”
“Both.” Robert said and they both laughed.
They left the Eiffel tower and decided to go for a walk along the river, slowly walking hand in hand, just looking around, not really talking, and just enjoying being together.
Only with Aaron ruining the afternoon by shocking Robert to his very core by buying an ice cream from a café they passed.
“It January. It’s cold. Ice cream is cold!” Robert said trying to reason with his husband, who just shrugged and offered him a bite.
“I promise I’ll warm you up when we get back to the room.” Aaron said and pressed a chocolate ice cream flavoured kiss to Robert’s mouth.
“I’m married to a lunatic.” Robert muttered but was happy to find Aaron keeping his promise a few hours later.
The next morning Aaron woke up to an empty bed and a few happy birthday texts from his family. When he opened his eyes properly, he saw a note on Robert’s pillow.
Gone to get breakfast. Happy birthday. Love you. Rob x
Before Aaron had a chance to wonder where exactly Robert was planning on getting breakfast from (their hotel had a perfectly fine breakfast buffet downstairs) the door opened and Robert walked in pushing a cart full of fresh croissants and orange juice, coffee, tea, every flavour jam available in the city, and some fresh fruit.
“What’s all this?”
“Room service. Breakfast.”
“They don’t do room service here.”
“They do if you ask nicely.”
Aaron raised an eyebrow,
“Ask nicely or slip them 50 Euro?”
“Ask nicely and tell them it’s your husband’s birthday and he deserves to be spoiled after having a rough couple of months.” Robert replied. “Plus the owner likes you. You look like her husband apparently.” he said and put a few croissants on a plate for Aaron. “They’re still warm.”
“Where did you get all this? And the trolley?”
“They were making breakfast for the buffet anyway... I just asked them to make a little bit extra for us. And the cart is a spare one from housekeeping.”
Aaron laughed and shook his head.
“You’re mad. A piece of toast and a cuppa downstairs would’ve been fine.”
“I know. But I wanted to spoil you. Make you feel special on your birthday. You deserve it.” Robert said, pouring a cup of coffee for himself and settling on the bed next to Aaron.
“Come here.” Aaron said and carefully pulled Robert close by the front of his jumper. “I love you.” He said and kissed him. “But this is all way too much.”
“I don’t care.” Robert said leaned in for another kiss. “Happy birthday.”
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So when I write, I always have like 6381862 bajillion variations of each plot point, or Jessy so many different directions it could go. My outlines look like chose-your-own-adventure stories! I was wondering: did you have any other first kiss stories for taylington? Or anything else you really liked but you just decided to use something different as canon?
Okay so first of all, super sneaky way to try and get a first kiss chapter, so kudos! This one got me thinking!! Hope you enjoy!
Daydreams
Later, when she’s asked, she’ll say that the first time she thought about kissing Taylor was when Mandy steps aside to reveal Taylor all decked out for their first date.
(That’s a lie. The first time she thought about kissing Taylor, was when she was walking into physics class, and stopped to admire the girl a few rows back from the front who was doodling in her notebook - before their first date is just the first time Lexi almost follows through.)
The first actual time is one that she keeps to herself - that time when she spotted Taylor doodling. Most notebook scribbles that Lexi is familiar with are crappy caricatures or geometric shapes. But this, this is art - so much so that even an inexperienced eye like hers can tell.
It’s a scenery picture, the viewpoint from behind the counter at a coffee shop, but before Lexi can decipher which one, the person behind her is clearing their throat and she’s forced to move forward.
Only the person doodling looks up at the sound, and Lexi finds herself staring into the most beautiful pair of brown eyes she’s ever seen. The girl smiles, those same brown eyes crinkling at the edges as she scoots her backpack away from the aisle, and Lexi finds her breath catching in her throat.
Beautiful girls have always been her Kryptonite, and she probably would have stood there stuttering for days if not for the pressof eager students at her back. Instead, she stumbles forward, mutteringan apology to the pretty girl and vowing to pay attention to her name when roll is called.
Taylor.
That’s the pretty girl’s name.
And she may barely know Taylor’s name, but she’s already planned out their wedding by the end of the class period.
(They’ll have two children - Jaime and Taylor Jr., and their house will be decorated with Taylor’s artwork.)
She’slucky she’s already familiar with the coursework, because otherwise she would be screwed - all of her attention focused on her newfound crush.
It isn’t fair, really, for anyone to be that beautiful.
Taylor should be a model of some sort, not doodling masterpieces in Lexi’s physics class.
Bythe time she finishes talking to Dr. Camberio after class, Taylor is long gone, and Lexi’s shoulders deflate as she’s left to pine all the way to her next class.
* - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Unfortunately, her run in with Taylor happened on Friday, so she has all weekend to second guess their interaction.
Cadeis skeptical that such a beautiful woman would exist - much less that such a pretty girl would be in Lexi’s Intro to Physics class.
It’s enough to make Lexi wonder if she simply imagined the whole thing, (or at least imagined Taylor’s beauty).
Sowhen she returns to class on Monday, she’s entirely too early; showing up before anyone else and completely ruining her chances of running into Taylor before class.
(She definitely doesn’t keep twisting in her seat to see if Taylor has made it yet.)
Lexidoesn’t see Taylor come in, but when Dr. Camberio calls roll, she’s there, looking just as breathtakingly beautiful as Lexi remembers.
Seems she hadn’t just imagined it - take that, Cade.
Unfortunately,Taylor is gone by the time Lexi leaves, and so it goes for the next week and half - like two ships passing in the night - she explains poetically to Cade, who simply rolls their eyes.
There are glimpses, here and there, where she thinks that maybe Taylor might be looking for her too; but it’s fleeting, and self-doubt quickly convincesher that there’s no way Taylor is looking at her.
Of course not.
Theydon’t actually exchange words again until Taylor startles her one day after class - it’s beyond embarrassing, her books and papers go everywhere, and she’s left feeling like an idiot as she tries to make eye contact.
Somehow, she stutters through, and manages to agree to be Taylor’s tutor for physics.
(It’s a stupid idea, she doesn’t know how she’ll ever get over her nerves enough to be coherent.)
But still, she says yes, and Taylor looks so happy that she can’t take it back - even though she knows she’s doomed.
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Shesomehow makes it through the study session without imagining grocery shopping with Taylor on Sunday afternoons, but it all flies out the window when Taylor’s lips make contact with her cheek.
She certainly doesn’t stay up all night wondering what would have happened if Taylor’s lips had landed a few inches to the left.
(Shetries to convince herself that friends kiss friends on the cheek all the time, and Taylor kissing her means absolutely nothing- but she can’t stop the tiny spark of hope that flares.)
Once Taylor accepts her offer of an actual date, the tiny spark transforms into a bonfire, but again, Lexi’s too caught up in not stuttering or fumbling to think about kissing her.
She has to say though, once she finally gets up the courage to kiss Taylor? Totally better than any daydream she’s ever even thought about having.
And trust her, she’s had a lot of daydreams.
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The Storm That's Brewing
Summary: first glance of restaurant
Warnings: food/eating mention
(first, previous & next chapters linked at bottom)
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Chapter 5- The Mind Palace
The car journey wasn’t great. Patton called shotgun, so he sat up front with Roman (who, for the record, was a terrible driver). The pair ended up singing the whole journey. Logan inquired about whether it was best for Roman to be wearing out his voice before a performance, but Sir Sing-A-Lot argued that he was warming up. Though, Virgil knew that there were better ways to warm up your voice than failing at rapping Nicki's part in Bang Bang.
That left the two less enthusiastic singers in the back trying, failing and eventually giving up on holding a regular conversation. Luckily, the car journey was pretty short- lasting only four songs (two of which Virgil, the emo he was, didn't even recognise).
From outside, the restaurant didn’t look like anything special. The white paint on the bricks was peeling and the whole place looked quite small. The door was painted dark blue, with several darker panels painted in, and white squares at the top that reminded Virgil of the TARDIS. When he walked inside the restaurant, he found out why. The place was a lot bigger, and a lot cooler, than its outside suggested.
The entire restaurant was a mix and match of seats and sofas from various film and television shows' sets all centred towards a small stage in the middle of the back wall, between two closed off rooms Virgil assumed to be the kitchen and perhaps a storage or changing room.
Immediately next to the entrance was the iconic couch and table set from Friends. There sat five girls; one of whom didn’t look completely dissimilar to Phoebe, with long blonde hair and hippie clothes. Virgil thought that perhaps it was on purpose, or maybe just a lucky coincidence. Although Virgil didn’t quite believe in coincidences. He chose instead to believe that figures, like the Fates from Greek mythology, liked to sit around and decide on fun ways to mess with Virgil.
Behind the Friends set up were four wooden tables with benches on both sides. They were relatively big; Virgil thought that with a squeeze, each bench could fit about eight people, meaning a table could seat sixteen. When the group walked a little further in, he saw four prominent, coloured banners hanging on the walls above the tables: yellow for Hufflepuff, red for Gryffindor, blue for Ravenclaw and green for Slytherin. Hanging above the tables were electronic candles. They weren’t on at that moment, but Virgil still thought they looked extremely cool, and it was a great detail to throw in.
Further back was a dark oak door. There was a sign on it, but from the distance, Virgil couldn’t make it out.
A small, dark wooden corner bar sat at the edge of the room. Over the top of the bar was a sign that said 'Puzzles'. Virgil couldn’t figure out what the bar was a reference to. To him it was, well, a puzzle. Virgil internally groaned. He’d been spending too much time with Patton.
In the centre of the room stood six circular tables with white table cloths covering them. Each table had a set of menus in the middle, accompanied with a small pink lamp on one side and a vase of (probably fake) roses. It was very cliché. Very romantic (not like Virgil would ever going with a date). Very tasteful. The whole set up gave Virgil a French vibe for some reason. Those tables definitely had the best view of the stage, but each only seated two people.
The stage itself was not very big. However, in the pretty small restaurant-café-bar-hybrid it looked bigger. It was clearly supposed to be the central point of focus. Red curtains hang open either side of the stage, although Virgil wasn’t sure if they were functional or not.
The whole place felt like someone at the movies had eaten a pick 'n mix bag of fandoms and then thrown it all up. In other words, it looked quite like their side of Virgil’s mind. The place was called 'The Mind Palace' after all.
Confirming all earlier suspicions, Roman's manager was very surprised to see him arrive early, even more so when he said he was there to help set up the stage. Turns out, they never actually put the equipment away since they had live music on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays and Saturdays and karaoke on Sundays. Virgil made a note in his phone about never going to the restaurant on Sundays.
With almost an hour to kill before Roman's performance, all four got a table. Well, shared a table with some strangers. The only tables left that could fit them all were the Hogwarts tables. Everyone agreed that Roman could pick the table so of course he picked Gryffindor which was the busiest.
Roman and Logan sat on one side, Logan wedged between Roman and a stranger. Roman insisted on sitting on the edge so that he could leave quickly to sing. Virgil sat on the end for the same reason, minus the singing. He also didn’t like the idea of being sardined next to a stranger. Logan wasn’t particularly fond of it either, but he knew that he’d have more space once Roman left, unlike Patton and Virgil who’d remain squished, so he didn’t complain... Much.
The menus were presented in rolled up scrolls. Virgil thought that was a nice touch. Roman informed his friends that each section of the restaurant had a specialised menu themed on what fandom they were from, except the Hogwarts section where the food was a big mix and match of everything. Roman's boss was the coolest.
Roman only ordered a drink, yet his still took the longest to order as his drink order was so unnecessarily complicated: warm milk with about one eighth of a cup of honey, a spoonful of sugar (a line that he sung, to which Virgil commented about how he really chose to be as extra as possible whenever he was given the opportunity), 3 drops of vanilla extract and several drops from a fresh lime.
The waitress sighed, "Roman, you know we don't stock any limes."
Roman smiled and threw the waitress, Mandy, a lime he brought out from his pocket. Seriously, what? Where did he get the lime from? Had he bought it before his manicure and had it in his pocket the whole time?
Mandy laughed, pocketing the lime. She continued to take their orders as if this was normal.
Mandy seemed to be used to Roman's stupid antics. If Virgil got a customer as annoying as Roman, he'd probably quit right then and there. Roman claimed the drink readied his throat for singing which was fair, except Virgil was sure plain water or milk would do fine. He was just being fussy.
The two vegetarians with glasses both ordered salads and vegetarian burgers. Logan ordered a green tea too. There was some boring reason for his choice that he'd explained to the rest, and the waitress, but Virgil had been really interested in his napkin while he was explaining and missed it.
Patton also ordered a regular burger for Virgil and hot chocolates for the both of them. Virgil had actually wanted a soda, but Patton thought a hot chocolate was more appropriate for the late hour. Virgil wasn’t going to protest.
The restaurant began to fill up in anticipation of Roman singing, but their food still came relatively quickly. It was delicious too. Everybody wolfed down their food and was finished before Roman's performance, except from Roman
"Logan, what time befalls us?" Roman asked dramatically, pointing at Logan's watch, as if he didn't have his phone in his hand.
"This watch shows the time in Greenland which I doubt would be of much use to you, however..." Logan briefly brought out his phone, "In our current time zone, the time would be four minutes to nine."
"Thanks teach." Roman said, sliding himself of of the bench. He slid his drink over to Virgil, "It's best when warm but I'm sure you'll still love it. Enjoy!"
Roman pranced off behind the bar and through a door before Virgil could protest. Virgil looked cautiously at the drink. Who knew what illness that drama queen could be hosting? Still, Virgil was curious.
He picked up the mug, discreetly warming it in his hands. Then, he sipped. Admittedly, despite being as obnoxious as it was, it was really good. Sweet enough to satisfy Virgil's sweet tooth, but not so sweet that he thought he'd have to schedule a dentist appointment straight afterwards. That lime really added a nice tang.
Virgil was brought back to attention by a gentle tap on the shoulder. Patton barely touched him, yet still received a static shock and shocked (in the less literal sense) Virgil.
"Sorry," he whispered, "But look!"
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post mania sc/kick off show muses
Alright let’s do this thang shall we? I’m going to split my starter calls up so I can keep up better, so like this if you’d like a starter from any of my girls that will be involved in the battle royal! These will more than likely be posted Sunday after the show, or Monday during the day. You can have more than one, just state who you want in the comments, and if we already have a thread going and you’d like something more recent, go ahead and like this please! This one is open to the following:
Carmella
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Liv Morgan
Lana
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The WWE is welcoming back fans. And no, they won’t have to go through the WWE ThunderDome to join the fun.
Yes, it will be over a year in the making due to the COVID-19 pandemic, but at this year’s WrestleMania 37 in Tampa, fans will be allowed in to Raymond James Stadium for the special two-night event. There’s been no announcement on how many fans will be allowed to watch it live in person, but I’d expect it to be about 22,000 fans which is the capacity for the Super Bowl in February at Raymond James Stadium. Expect the WWE to wait to see how well the Super Bowl goes for more clarification on guidelines. It will also give them more time to see just where the coronavirus stands with testing and vaccinations. In addition to that announcement, the WWE also let the World know that WrestleMania 38 will be held at AT&T Stadium in Arlington, Texas and WrestleMania 39 at SoFi Stadium in Los Angeles, California. So, if you’re looking for that Roman Reigns vs. The Rock match, Hollywood would make the most sense.
Star of the Week:
How EXCITED are you for the in-ring return of @AlexaBliss_WWE?!#WWERaw pic.twitter.com/IYhAjXZ0Sn
— WWE Universe (@WWEUniverse) January 19, 2021
Alexa Bliss – Little Miss Bliss is turning into Monday Night’s version of Friday Night SmackDown’s Roman Reigns. She simply is must see TV. Whether it’s the bubbly, pink, playful soul or the dark, black, fiendish villain, Bliss is hitting on all cylinders. Last week, she’s throwing a fireball at Randy Orton. This week, she’s beating RAW Women’s Champion Asuka with a duplicitous, calculated two-role tandem from the darkside, using The Fiend’s moves to beat the Empress of Tomorrow. I can’t wait to see what she has up her sleeve next.
RAW
RESULTS
Charlotte Flair defeated Peyton Royce
MACE defeated Xavier Woods
Shayna Baszler defeated Mandy Rose
AJ Styles defeated Ricochet
The Hurt Business defeated The Lucha House Party & Matt Riddle
Jeff Hardy defeated Jaxson Ryker by DQ
Non-Title RAW Women’s Championship Match: Alexa Bliss defeated Asuka
.@RandyOrton made a chilling statement on #WWERaw and is focused on the #RoyalRumble. pic.twitter.com/27sJixYwlA
— WWE (@WWE) January 19, 2021
Let’s start with the good. The really good. Randy Orton absolutely killed it in his opening promo. One week after having his face burned by a fireball thrown by Alexa Bliss, Orton appeared donning a mask to cover what he called his grotesque face. Yet, instead of running, he vowed to win the Royal Rumble! Amazing!
SISTER ABIGAIL!#WWERaw pic.twitter.com/mwWDAsqnvd
— WWE (@WWE) January 19, 2021
Then, to end the night, Alexa Bliss played both ends of the good and bad spectrum, channeling the evilness of The Fiend to confuse Asuka and pin the RAW Women’s Champion. Not only does it keep the mystery and the wonderfulness that is Bliss, but it also set Little Miss Bliss up as a contender to win the Women’s Royal Rumble and take Asuka’s title. A tremendous bookending of the show IMHO! I know some will hate it for its progression and for making Asuka, who says no one is ready for her, but I think it works since Bliss is so off the charts that it should shake Asuka into confusion.
What a PHENOMENAL match between @AJStylesOrg & @KingRicochet on #WWERaw! pic.twitter.com/NncEergPpl
— WWE (@WWE) January 20, 2021
AJ Styles and Ricochet turned in the match of the night, no surprise, with Styles getting the win with the Styles Clash. I’d love to see these two go at it again with more time though. 15 minutes just wasn’t enough.
Otherwise, RAW gave us more Charlotte Flair vs. her father with Lacey Evans firmly in the middle as both Ric Flair and Evans tried to interfere in the Queen’s match with Peyton Royce, much to no avail.
In what seems like every tag team in the WWE, there’s more dissension in The Hurt Business. There’s more confusion with Elias and Jaxson Ryker. And there’s more non-sense with Shayna Baszler and Nia Jax. I see no reason to break up The Hurt Business, but as we’ve said before, the beatdown of Cedric Alexander Four Horsemen style is coming. As for the other two teams, there’s faint interest in the storyline.
So, I guess Xavier Woods is now taking Ricochet’s place for RETRIBUTION’s folly? Seems odd and I guess they’re just giving Woods something to do with Kofi Kingston’s jaw injury.
Gillberg returned along with a knock-off Drew McIntyre. Yes, another edition of MizTV left not talked about.
Overall, a decent show that seemed more filler after a red-hot start and an awesome finish.
NXT
RESULTS
Dusty Rhodes Classic Tag Team First Round: KUSHIDA & Leon Ruff defeated Johnny Gargano & Austin Theory
Karrion Kross defeated Ashante “Thee” Adonis
Dusty Rhodes Classic Tag Team First Round: Lucha House Party defeated Imperium
Women’s Dusty Rhodes Tag Team Classic First Round: Kacy Catanzaro & Kayden Carter defeated Toni Storm & Mercedes Martinez
Bronson Reed defeated Tyler Rust
Fight Pit: Timothy Thatcher defeated Tommaso Ciampa
What's the
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for @KUSHIDA_0904 & @LEONRUFF_ to advance in the #DustyClassic!
And yes, @KUSHIDA_0904 pinned the #WWENXT North American Champion.
pic.twitter.com/nAfk4gXyUV
— WWE (@WWE) January 21, 2021
SHOCK THE WORLD? THEY DID JUST THAT!
@KacyCatanzaro & @wwekayden made jaws drop to the floor by defeating early favorite Toni Storm & @RealMMartinez in the first-round of the Women's #DustyClassic! #WWENXT pic.twitter.com/gNPU2sKgTu
— WWE NXT (@WWENXT) January 21, 2021
Tournament time turns into upset Wednesday! We get three Dusty Rhodes Tag Team Classic matches and in all three, we get a surprising victor. KUSHIDA gets the pinfall over NXT North American Champion Johnny Gargano, his second victory over The Way, something I didn’t see coming but did like. It’s only a matter of time before those two face off for the title. But for now, KUSHIDA and Leon Ruff are moving on. The Lucha House Party take out Imperium as well in a battle of styles that came off better than expected. Finally, after vowing to win the tournament, Kacy Catanzaro pulled off a remarkable 450 off the top rope to move Catanzaro & Kayden Carter to round two after dismissing the favored Toni Storm & Mercedes Martinez. Now, we can’t discount NXT Women’s Champion Io Shirai taking out Martinez during the match, leaving Storm all alone to face the wrath of Kacy. It’s a good story and I’m guessing we see Catanzaro and Carter in the Royal Rumble Match as well to further things along.
Karrion Kross crushed Ashante “Thee” Adonis in strong fashion. When will the take-out of Finn Balor occur?
Good background piece on MSK. I really hope they get to show their stuff in this tournament.
Bronson Reed squashing Tyler Rust was what it was.
He's in. @KORcombat has agreed to join forces with @FinnBalor NEXT WEEK on #WWENXT. @USA_Network @AdamColePro @roderickstrong pic.twitter.com/qjy4LAKwrw
— WWE NXT (@WWENXT) January 21, 2021
Finn Balor and Kyle O’Reilly partners? Oh yes! Next week, they get the tag team champs!
WHAT. A. MATCH!#FightPit pic.twitter.com/mHjSpxtdWj
— WWE on FOX (@WWEonFOX) January 21, 2021
Who would’ve thought – Timothy Thatcher is the King of the Fight Pit! He’s now 2-0 after making Tommaso Ciampa submit in the corner of the cage. I really thought it would be Ciampa teaching the lesson in this one, but after a very physical and methodical main event, Thatcher goes home with the win. You have to wonder what’s next for Ciampa. He’s called out the NXT locker room and has failed to prove his point. Maybe a call-up for the Rumble is in order? Or, maybe these two win the Dusty Rhodes Tag Team Classic after their first round win on 205 Live Friday night.
SMACKDOWN
RESULTS
Non-Title Women’s Tag Team Championship Match: Charlotte Flair & Asuka defeated The Riott Squad
Cesaro defeated Dolph Ziggler
Sasha Banks defeated Reginald
Intercontinental Championship Match: Apollo Crews defeated Big E by DQ
King Corbin defeated Dominik Mysterio
Paul Heyman/Roman Reigns vs. Adam Pearce went to a no-contest
Strange thy name is SmackDown! To say that this week’s show was a bit sublime would be an understatement. How else could you explain Sasha Banks vs. Reginald? Dolph Ziggler vs. Cesaro. An obstacle course challenge. Sami Zayn protesting. And of course, Adam Pearce vs. Paul Heyman
Off the top, I love that they’re giving Cesaro a nice run here heading into the Rumble. Back-to-back wins over former World Champions Daniel Bryan and Dolph Ziggler are making him into a legitimate contender to win next Sunday. After months of floating, Cesaro has purpose!
.@SashaBanksWWE looks to send @CarmellaWWE a message through @ReginaldWWE in this one-on-one battle! #SmackDown pic.twitter.com/YgIeOV0rvN
— WWE (@WWE) January 23, 2021
If you wanted some high flying action, Sasha Banks and Reginald gave it to you. Damn, Reggie has some moves! But, in the end, it’s Boss Time with the Banks Statement as we head towards Banks against Carmella for the SmackDown Championship at the Royal Rumble.
WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT ALL ABOUT, @SamiZayn?!?!#SmackDown #ICTItle @WWEBigE @WWEApollo pic.twitter.com/jr1TsVjcr6
— WWE (@WWE) January 23, 2021
The Sami Zayn protest was a bit underwhelming for the first hour as they never really gave him time to talk on camera. At least the signs were funny. But then, of course, Zayn ends the protest to interfere in the Intercontinental Championship Match between Big E and Apollo Crews. I’ll be honest, after seeing Crews with Roman Reigns last week, getting a DQ win thanks to Zayn was a real disappointment.
Kevin Owens, supposedly off-site, adding to the drama for his Last Man Standing Match with Roman Reigns with some family business of his own was a nice touch.
Strong𝑬𝑺𝑻!
Strong𝑬𝑺𝑻!
Strong𝑬𝑺𝑻! @BiancaBelairWWE just did THAT! #SmackDown @itsBayleyWWE @otiswwe @WWEGable pic.twitter.com/gC9kabvdEw
— WWE (@WWE) January 23, 2021
As hokey as the Obstacle Course Challenge between Bayley and Bianca Belair was, and yes, it was very hokey, it worked for me. Of course Bayley tried to stack the odds against Bianca only to see her overcome them quite easily before getting beatdown for her victory. What didn’t make any sense was Chad Gable and Otis being out there to help Bayley. Aren’t they positive good guys? Strange.
THROUGH THE TABLE!!!!
@FightOwensFight just sent a MESSAGE to @WWERomanReigns!#SmackDown pic.twitter.com/6fkq47P4bc
— WWE (@WWE) January 23, 2021
In the “main event,” you just knew the “card subject to change” was going to come back and bite Adam Pearce in the butt. No, it wasn’t Paul Heyman taking on Pearce, it was Reigns taking his place after Heyman couldn’t go once “tripped” on the ring steps. Yes, it was a true massacre as Michael Cole called it until Owens returned to the ThunderDome. One stunner and a powerbomb through a table later and KO left the Universal Champion laying flat on his back to end the night. One week until the Rumble and the fight is on between these two.
Othewise, let’s hope Charlotte Flair and Asuka have put an end to Billie Kay in the Riott Squad.
King Corbin gets a solid victory over Dominik Mysterio. YAWN.
Royal Rumble PPV – Updated Card
#WWEChampion @DMcIntyreWWE is walking into the #RoyalRumble and putting his title on the line against @Goldberg! pic.twitter.com/2Sr1miFukZ
— WWE (@WWE) January 19, 2021
WWE Championship Match: Drew McIntyre vs. Goldberg
Universal Championship Last Man Standing Match: Roman Reigns vs. Kevin Owens
Royal Rumble Men’s Match
Royal Rumble Women’s Match
SmackDown Women’s Championship Match: Sasha Banks vs. Carmella
Parting Shots:
Welcome back WWE Backstage! The night before the Royal Rumble, FOX is bringing back Renee Young (Paquette), Booker T and Paige on FS1 at 8pm to preview the first PPV of the year. It’ll be Young’s first appearance since she left the WWE last month as her FOX contract continues on.
Coming up this week:
RAW:
Drew McIntyre confronts Goldberg
NXT:
NXT Cruiserweight Championship Match: Santos Escobar vs. Curt Stallion
Non-Title NXT Tag Team Championship Match: Finn Balor & Kyle O’Reilly vs. Oney Lorcan & Danny Burch
Men’s Dusty Rhodes Tag Team Classic Second Round: Killian Dain & Drake Maverick vs. MSK
Men’s Dusty Rhodes Tag Team Classic Second Round: Grizzled Young Veterans vs. KUSHIDA & Leon Ruff
SMACKDOWN:
Final Show before Royal Rumble
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So yesterday I tried to make a post explaining the back story of what caused Sunday's mental breakdown to happen and I tried to save it to drafts after spending 30 minutes on it while walking Miss Phyre outside but Tumblr decided to cock out and didn't actually save it which led to another mini meltdown afterwards so I'm just going to skip the background. It hurts to mich to relive it a g a i n. So thanks Tumblr.
Sunday I went to Sam's house after donating plasma cause dad was working on the electrical and I figured I'd just spend time there instead of being home. Instead, I ended up having a breakdown on Sam's back porch. I started crying inside while in the fetal position on the floor and figured that I should go outside so nobody heard me. I violently sobbed for at least ten minutes and dug my nails into my arm because I wanted to punish myself. I also went outside because I wanted to destroy Sam's living room and I can't do that but I can destroy myself and my things. I kept wanting to smash my head into something and eventually I did on the banister twice and screamed both times when I did it. After some time like five minutes of so Nemo came out and tried talking to me and I blew up on them and basically blamed them even though it wasn't their fault. They were crying and begging me to get help dad came out too crying because he heard me say that somebody was tearing me down and making feel like shit about myself but he didn't hear who and at the time it didn't make me feel anything but looking back fucking hurts. Sam came out too after Nemo went inside I think to talk to dad about what was happening and she brought Nala Tyler's cat and asked if I wanted cookies or soda to feel better. I just remember ignoring her and being so annoyed with her in the moment.
Eventually I got to the point where I couldn't physically talk and typed a message to Nemo:
I want to me normal I WA. T to be fixed and go just can't cause miss Phyre needs attention and the dress fitting and I don't want to worry mom and tge family but fucking here I dpimg just that all the God dam. Duckknf time vsvauar I can't fucking control my stupid fucking brain
They asked if I wanted to go to the lds hospital crisis center or if I wanted to wait til tomorrow:
I have to go today cause if I don't there be an excuse tomorrow like I feel better it always happens
So they drove me home so I could get some clothes and stuff to bring to be admitted into inpatient. The whole time I was getting stuff I cried and kissed miss Phyre and told her over and over how much I love her and that I'll be back I'm not abandoning her.
So we get up to the access center thing and because of covid Nemo has to leave but I get taken back pretty fast for the physical part and asking the standard health questions. They also take my stuff including my phone and the pieces of paper that I wrote down all my problems on and a brief breakdown of my childhood traumas. I sit in a pretty okay chair for what feels like an hour. I cry a bit but nothing too noticeable when I finally got back to see the crisis counselor she basically said I'm very knowledgeable about my mental illnesses and told me that she'd let their therapy coordinator know to give me a call on Tuesday and also gave me her business card so I could call too and said as long as I'm not a danger to myself I can go home. In that moment I wasn't in danger of hurting myself more and I did want to go home instead of being admitted so I could take care of Miss Phyre but this was the second time a crisis counselor told me I wasn't in enough danger to be admitted like? Excuse me? Sorry my fucking emotions turn on a fucking dime but I absolutely need professional fucking help please?
She led me back to my chair to wait for the psychiatrist or whatever and that time I didn't have to wait as long. I got a turkey sandwich box thingy that came with a fruit cup chips and a string cheese as well as mustard and mayo in packets to put on it and tomatoes and Lettuce on the side so you can add them if you want them. I only had time to eat the fruit cup and started spreading the mayo on my sandwich before the psychiatrist came to me and we talked and he said the same thing as the counselor thag I'm very insightful about my failings and then put me on welbutrin instead of Lexapro and said I'm good to go home. I went back to the chair finished making the sandwich and then ate it while filling out their crisis sheet thingy that's like when I'm in a bad place who can I go to type shit. I still had to wait to actually be discharged so J ate the string cheese too. I finally left and had to wait another thirtyish minutes for Nemo to come pick me up.
What the scratches looked like right after being discharged. We went back to Sam's house because dad was still doing the electrical and we stayed there for another hour or two before going home. Don't remember much after the discharge honestly.
Monday was labor day and we went shopping I got my pills and stuff from Smiths. Then we went back home to wait for mom and Karleigh to get up so we could go to Joanne's tk make a playyard thing for aidrian and the dollar store for other stuff I don't remember. Then we went to the grocery store to get pita bread for dinner and something else I forgot but we ended up shopping and spent like 200 dollars. We also went to Lowes to get more pvc pipe for the playyard because dad apparently didn't get enough the first time. We ate dinner with Dave which was tikki masala and it was pretty dang good. Also before we got my pills I walked Miss Phyre for a while outside and she loved it. I decided to give her a bath afterwards since she doesn't wash herself and she was oaky the entire time she didn't meow or hiss or anything. She tried to climb out of the tub but not like in an aggressive manner like she didn't want anything to do with the water. She was such a good girl.
When Dave left we started working in the playyard. We wrapped some pink tulle on the sides and tied it to the pvc with some thin yarn. It took us hours to do and it was just mom Karleigh and me because dad went to bed. It was grueling work because my body was already exhausted from shopping all day and I had to hold my arms above my head for extended periods of time. My heels were in excruciating pain but we finally finished half of the playyard at about 1230 only to find out the other tulle we bought was the wrong stuff. It was too small to have it folded over to keep the sides secure and wasn't long enough to reach both ends of the other tulle so we had to give up for the night which actually pissed me off more than finishing it would have probably. I ended up only going to sleep at 5 am and waking up at about 9 on Tuesday but it was a nice cool day so I took Miss Phyre out for another walk and while we walked I typed up the previous Tumblr post. When I was ready to go inside and take a break from reliving the shit that happened I saved it to drafts so I could finish it later and brought Miss Phyre inside. Then I realized that it didn't actually save it and I had another breakdown but not nearly as intense as Sunday. It didn't help that the therapy coordinator never actually called me. I got a call from a bit for Intermountain that asked a bunch of questions like do I understand my discharge orders am I feeling safe did I get medication and do I understand how to take the medication and I had to hit 1 for yes 2 for no and 3 for unsure and one of the questions was like am I still feeling like I'm in a crisis or something and I had to hit 1 three times because it just wouldn't register it and that pissed me off and made me mad that it was automated and they didn't even bother to have areal human call and talk to me. After every question I answered basically they said were sorry to hear that well have a nurse follow up with you later today. I ignored both calls from the nurse because I just didn't have the energy to deal with it after the Tumblr thing. Like I wasted so much energy just typing it out and what little I had left just instantly sapped after I realized it was gone. The second voicemail the nurse left mentioned that it would be the last time trying to get into contact with me but also that our insurance has mental health advocates so thats something I need to look into.
Eventually Cavell told my dad that I needed to be watched I guess and since dad was still at work and mom had just left to take aidrian back home mandi came downstairs and spent time with me. Cavell told my sad that I needed to eat so he texted mandi to make sure I ate something and we went upstairs and made pizza and waited for dad to come home. After that we had to wait for mom and Karleigh to get back so we could go back to Joanne's to get the right tulle and while we were there I bought some double pointed needles so I could make some wrist warmers to hide the scratches. I also wrapped them up which just made it seem way more serious than it was since they were too close for bandaids to work right I had to use gauze and ace wrap.
We thankfully didn't finish the playyard yesterday we're supposed to some time today but hopefully I'll be asleep before then.
I also left the access center a review since they only had two. One one star review that was basically my experience and one five star with no description from an account that only gives 5 star reviews and seems like a bot.
Nemo wanted me to call the center for evidence based treatment last night because Google said they closed at 7 but when I called they closed at 5 so I called today instrad and nobody answered so I filled out their online form and I just got the response email from them so I'm going to hopefully get better soon I guess.
Love you always.
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Monday Night Raw Review- First Half January 22, 2018
Happy 25th Anniversary of Raw everyone! I’ve been looking forward to this all day long, and it’s finally here. I’m jealous of everyone on the East Coast for being able to watch the show already, but I’m ready to watch it now! It’s gonna be a great show!
Please let me know what you thought of the show, and what you thought of this review! All types of feedback are welcomed. Thanks for checking this out!
Opening- The McMahons
Well, it wouldn’t be the 25th Anniversary of the show without the family that started it all. I guess it’s only fitting that these patrons come out and open the show.
Vince looks good for his age, from far away anyway. When he got in the ring, and the camera panned to his full face, yikes! His age really shows in his eye bags, and in his nose a little bit, too, if that makes sense.
Stephanie and Shane presented Vince with a commemorative plaque, and in classic Vince fashion, he’s being the cheapskate he’s known to be and being an ass to the crowd.
OH MY GOD STONE COLD’S MUSIC SCARED MEEEE! BUT LOOK IT’S STONE COLD! NOW HE LOOKS GREAT!
This crowd is nuts for Steve Austin! I’m glad they did this in New York because I don’t think any other place would be able to create this kind of atmosphere. Thanks for help make the show great, Brooklyn!
A STUNNER TO SHANE!!! NICE!! I CALLED THAT IN MY HEAD, BUT NICE NICE NICE!!
A beer to celebrate of course, and a weird hug, and old friends have reunited on this anniversary AND A STUNNER TO VINCE TOO OH GOD NICE THAT’S A BIG MOOD! AND ANOTHER STUNNER TO SHANE ALRIGHT! NICE SELL SHANE!
A great start to the show!
8 Woman Tag Match
Ok, I’m getting a little tired of this matchup. This is something we’ve been seeing since Absolution debuted, and they’re always fighting Bayley or Sasha or Mickie James. At least this time they’ve thrown Nia and Asuka and Alicia in the mix, but I’d like to see some other matchups in the women’s division.
I think Absolution is doing okay so far. Of course, by now everyone knows the news about Paige having to retire early due to an injury, which is just terrible. I think Sonya and Mandy are doing alright for themselves, but I think Sonya has a better chance at a career than Mandy does. Sonya has the potential to really climb the rungs of the business, and I feel that Mandy can only get so far, but maybe that’s because we haven’t seen much from her in the ring.
The match doesn’t even start and all the women are brawling. That doesn’t offer much for me, and I’m hoping the match doesn’t end the same way it started; messy and disorienting.
Coming back from commercial, things have calmed down as we see Asuka dominate Mandy. I want to see some defense from Mandy, but we don’t see any as she cowardly crawls back to the corner to tag in Nia. Michael Cole mentions that on the first episode of Raw 25 years ago, there wasn’t a women’s match on the card at all, and I’m glad he mentioned that because that reminds everyone how far the women’s division has come since then.
Sasha is being trapped in hold after hold from Alicia and is trying to get some separation, but Alicia is not letting up, and she’s on fire tonight, but unfortunately, we won’t be able to see it because this match is getting another commercial break.
We see Alicia and Sasha still the legal members in this match, and now everyone has gotten involved on the outside of the ring. Sasha locks in the Bank Statement, and I’m wondering why we had to take a commercial before this?
Asuka is now going after all the women and throwing them over the top rope to show us what she hopes to do Sunday for the Rumble match! I’m very excited for that match, and I hope we see this again from Asuka on Sunday!
The backstage segment shows us that Jonathan Coachman is here, along with a few others, but also THE BOOGEYMAN! The nasty man! He never gave me nightmares as a kid, but I definitely thought he was weird and bought into the gimmick. What a surprise this was!
The Undertaker Returns!
This is a moment people have been waiting for since Wrestlemania, and I personally can’t wait to hear what The Undertake has to say.
We head back to the Manhattan Center for the return of ‘Taker. Here, we have the returning commentary team of JR and Jerry Lawler, and bah gawd JR, Jerry is not a good commentator anymore. He’s gross and inappropriate, and whatever jokes he’s trying to pull aren’t working for anyone. I love hearing JR on NJPW, and it’s great that the company brought him back for this show.
Hey! Howard Finkel is here announcing everyone! I think that’s awesome, and such a throwback. “Holy shit” chants from the crowd are very fitting for this moment right now.
Undertaker talks about first starting out 25 years ago, and brings up all of his past opponents, and he “lays to rest” all of his worthy opponents. It sounds like that was Undertaker’s retirement? But I’m very confused by that, and a little underwhelmed by that segment.
The greatest General Managers in MNR history have joined us on stage, and we see John Laurenitis, William Regal, Eric Bischoff, and Daniel Bryan, which leads us to...
Roman Reigns vs. The Miz for the IC Title
Michael Cole brings up Miz’s automatic rematch clause, and it just makes me mad because Finn never got his automatic rematch, but go off I guess. Whatever.
I’m glad Miz is back. He’s super talented and he’s a great performer. The IC title scene is perfect for him, but I’d like to see him go for the bigger prize one more time.
Reigns immediately attacks Miz and throws him across the ring. Miz looks focused, and Roman looks like he’s out for blood. Miz tries for a top rope move, but Roman clocks him with a right hand. Reigns is doing well with keeping a sharp eye out for Miz and his crew, but it doesn’t last long and Miz takes control with a kick to the face and knee to knock Roman over.
Back from commercial break, and neither superstar is in control. Cole lets us know that Miz had the upper hand, but Roman is quick to take that back and tries to stay focused on Miz. The Miztourage looks to be staying back, but we all know that they’ll get involved somehow.
Roman runs head first into the steel post as Miz rolls out of the way to safety. Miz does seem like he’s actually trying to win the title back instead of cheat his way to victory, and I appreciate that as a change for the Miz. Roman demonstrates his power and slams Miz with a sit up powerbomb, and he lets Miz take a breather as he goes after his crew. I don’t totally understand Roman’s strategy with this because you never let your opponent breathe, but it seemed to work because Roman hit Miz with the Superman Punch, but to no avail, as Miz kicks out at two and a half.
The ref finally ejects Miztourage from ringside, and Roman rolls Miz in a small package, but is met with a kickout, but a distraction to the ref lets Miz hit the Skull-Crushing Finale! Roman kicked out at two, and this false finish got me good because I thought that was it for Roman. I really have to give these guys some credit because I’m buying into this story that they’re telling with this match.
Both superstars are reeling, but Roman went face first into an exposed turnbuckle! I didn’t even know when he took the padding off! Great camera work by the crew! After Reigns hit his head, Miz hits another Skull-Crushing Finale, and the Miz has become the Intercontinental Champion for the eighth time! Congrats to him!
That’ll do it for the first half of the show! I’m pretty pleased so far with the show, but I’m a little underwhelmed by everything. Hopefully, it picks up in the later hours of the show. Stay tuned for the second half!
-Casey
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New York, New York
Our ColLAB spent about 4 days of this week in New York City. It was such an amazing experience, while also keeping me very busy. Below I will talk about what we did every day while we were there.
Sunday- We arrived in New York at our Airbnb and settled in. We then walked around Times Square and went to the Drama Book Store. While we were there I got a play called The Doctor's Dilemma, and I’m very excited to read it. After the book store we went back to the Airbnb and hung out.
Monday- We traveled to the Brooklyn school for our first workshop of the week. Our group met with Caroline McCaughey and Martha Benson for a workshop on music in Shakespeare, which was really fun. We then got a tour of the Brooklyn school and the surrounding area by Mr. Duncan. Then we walked across the Brooklyn Bridge, and the view was incredible. After that, we went to a cafe and met Meghan Tynan and talked with her about being a teacher. After that we went to the Majestic Theatre and we saw The Phantom of the Opera. The show was absolutely incredible, and I was sitting on the edge of my seat the whole time.
Tuesday- We went to the Brooklyn school for a workshop again, this time with Rob Peterson and Dana Dreyfuss. We learned a dance from Thoroughly Modern Millie, then we had a little mini concert from Rob. After that, we went to an open house for the school at Union Fare. After that, We went to the Music Box Theatre and saw Dear Evan Hansen! I was so happy, and the show was amazing, and our seats were really good. I had the best time. I also got to stage door, and I had my Playbill signed by Noah Galvin!
Wednesday- We had an 11 am improv workshop with Mandy Thompson, which really helped with trying to get your whole self involved in being the character you’re trying to portray. Then we went to The Market for lunch and met with Siv, who is a singer/songwriter, and we talked with her about what it’s like living in New York. After that we went to The Met and looked at the Michelangelo and modern art exhibits. After that, we walked across Central Park, and went to eat at Joe Allen, which had really good food, and I would definitely eat there again.
Thursday- Our final day in New York! we had a 10 am tap dancing workshop with Melissa Buriack in Brooklyn. We learned a dance to Step in Time from Mary Poppins, and it was super fun. We also had a little talk-back and Q&A with her about dance and auditioning. Then, it was time to go home, so we drove back to Winch, and some of us went to the Coffee House afterwards.
Our New York trip was amazing, and I hope to go back sometime very soon!
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