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Day 22: silly

Lup's birthday is coming up, and the present from her long distance boyfriend is haunting her in all it's wrapped glory. Doesn't help that her brother thinks her boyfriend is fake.

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Dearest Apologies

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Good morning Lup,

I would like to deeply apologise for being unable to provide you with the goodnight text you were expecting last night.

Turns out, it is unwise to use one's phone above a pot of boiling water when one is easily startled. According to the respectable phone repairman in my local mall, the damage is fixable and the repair will be cheaper than a new phone, but I am without said device until wednesday. In the meantime, I shall send my missives to you by electronic mail of the g variety.

I hope you slept well. I stayed up far too late, as usual. I write to you as I await the energising effects of my coffee.

Have a wonderful day, my darling.

Yours,

Barry

Re: Dearest Apologies

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Barry,

I suppose I can forgive you, given the harrowing phone experience you've gone through. I pray for your phone's survival.

I did sleep well, I had many dreams of you. I miss you more every day.

I would scold you for staying up late, but alas, I have done the same. But I suppose I have stronger coffee than you, as I'm already set to face the day.

I received the parcel you sent me. You're far too clever, putting a note on top telling me not to open it until my birthday. You're also a cruel lover for it. You know I adore packages, I long to tear it open and see what's inside. But I adore you, so I shall follow your instructions.

Forever yours,

“What're you writing?”

Lup jumps out of her skin as Taako's suddenly standing behind her. “Jesus fucking christ, maybe warn a girl next time?!”

“I made so much noise walking over here.” He grabs her phone from where she dropped it. “What's got you smiling like a fool?”

She snatches the phone back. “Nothing!” She finishes typing her name and sends the email. “It's just a silly thing with Barry.”

Taako groans. “Not this again. Lulu, I'm not stupid.”

Kravitz pokes his head out of the bathroom with a toothbrush in his mouth, “who's Barry?”

Taako gives her a look that says, go on. Lup sighs irritably, “Barry's my boyfriend.”

Kravitz's eyebrows go up. He ducks back into the bathroom, presumably to spit his toothpaste out, then says, “since when do you have a boyfriend?”

“She doesn't,” Taako interjects, “there's no way he's real.”

“He's real! I've shown you pictures! He sent me a birthday present!”

“You one hundred percent just googled pictures of white men and showed me one.” He looks to Kravitz, “she said his name is Barry Bluejeans. Tell me that's not fake.”

“Your name is taco twice.”

“Thank you!” She says. “See, Kravitz thinks my boyfriend is real.”

“Now I didn't say that.” She glares at him and holds up his hands defensively. “I have some followup questions.”

She crosses her arms. “Fine. Shoot.”

“Where does this guy live?”

“Connecticut.”

“On the other side of the country? How the hell did you meet him?”

“Conferences. We've been flirting for years.”

“Years, Krav!” Taako exclaims. “And I never heard a word about him, until a month ago! She went away for a week and came back with a boyfriend.”

Kravitz looks between the two of them, then says, decisively, “he's fake.”

Lup throws her hands up. “I get texts, I get calls, I get emails, I got a package, but he's fake! Sure!”

“I'm just saying it sounds a whole lot like the fake Canadian girlfriend I had in middle school before I knew being gay was an option.”

She pouts up at Taako, “I thought you wanted me to be happy.”

“I do, but this is closer to delusional.”

She sticks her tongue out at him then stands up. “Fine,” she says, marching to her room, “believe what you want, but one of these days you're going to feel real stupid!”

A few days later, her phone lights up with a text.

🐻E👖

> Hello

> I've returned to the modern world

> How are you?

Lup ❤️

> welcome back

> im trying to bully taako into letting me help plan the menu for my birthday party tomorrow, but he won't let me

🐻E👖

> how rude of him

> Are you going out for it?

Lup ❤️

> nah, it's cheaper and honestly more fun to stay in with the crew and be stupid than going out and being stupid

> other people's stupidity can interfere with our

🐻E👖

> I can understand that

> good luck bullying him, I gotta run

> I love you

Lup ❤️

> love you too, bear

> also when can I open my birthday present

🐻E👖

> I'll let you know

Lup ❤️

> mean

🐻E👖

> you'll love it, promise

Lup's birthday party is in full swing. There's lots of finger foods and cake, the games are as unnecessarily competitive as always, and Lup's having a blast. But she can't help but check her phone a little too often. Barry called her last night, and sent her a happy birthday text in the morning, but he said he'd be busy all day and wouldn't be able to talk until later. It's later, and she still hasn't heard. He hasn't even told her that she's allowed to open her gift yet, which has been sitting in her room taunting her for days now. She even shook the small wrapped box, but the faint rattling gave her nothing.

She's halfway through a very intense round of poker when she vaguely registers a knock on the door. She dismisses it, far too focused on watching every microexpression on Kravitz's face. Then she hears Taako say, “well I'll be damned.” He calls to her, “Lup! You've got a visitor!”

Confused, she turns her attention away from the game to the door. All her guests are here. Who else–

She practically knocks over her chair as she scrambles up and tackles Barry in a hug. She kisses him hard and says, “what are you doing here?!”

He laughs. “I wanted to surprise you!” His cheeks are tinged a little pink. “I hope that's okay? I don't want to intrude. I have a hotel room, so I can go if you–”

“No!” She fists her hands in his shirt and pulls him into another kiss. “You're not going anywhere. If anything,” she leans in close and lowers her voice, “you'll take me back to that hotel room later.”

“Yeah– yes. Absolutely.”

“Lulu, you gonna introduce me?” Taako says from behind her.

“Taako,” she extracts herself from Barry's arms and stands next to him, linking their arms together, “this is Barry, my boyfriend whom you and your boyfriend so rudely assumed was fake. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“Glad you're not a figment of my sister's imagination, my man. Come on in, we have hors d'oeuvres.”

Barry slots in seamlessly with the group. It's around a game of Monopoly that he says, “oh, Lup, your gift.”

She perks up, “can I open it now?”

“Yeah, I almost forgot after all the travel.”

She goes and gets it from her room, already tearing into it as she sits back down beside him. She lifts the lid of the box to reveal a folded piece of paper. She takes it out and unfolds it. It's booking confirmations. She turns to him slowly. “Did you book us a trip?”

He's gotten sheepish now. “I did. I thought… you know, you said you'd never really been on a proper tropical vacation, and you wanted to go to an all inclusive one day, and I had the money, and we're together now, so… yeah.”

“Barry, this is… holy shit. The only travel I've ever done is for work conferences.”

“I know. I've wanted to do this for you for a while, but it felt inappropriate as just a work conference friend that you flirt with. It's not until next year, so there's plenty of time to book off work and whatever. Otherwise, it's all taken care of, all you have to do is show up.”

“Thank you,” she breathes, still scanning over the page in her hands. She looks up and across the table, “a fake boyfriend couldn't do this, could he, Taako?”

#taz fic #blupjeans #barry bluejeans #lup taaco #taz lup #blupjeans fic

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yxstxrdrxxm · 2 months

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AND THATS A WRAP !

Hello, hello! It's me, the local dumbass that went "lol lets run this silly event" since January. I'd like to say thank you so much for participating!

I never thought that so many would look @ my blog event and go ":D lets go get matched w/ yans!" LIKE?? HELP WE GOT A LOT OF SUBMISSIONS SINCE DAY 1, IT MADE ME GO "oh shit" BAHAHAHAHA

But fr, I want to say thank you so much. To those who came in to join the matchup, to those who participated as anons to the story that was unfolding, and to those that were theorizing and even lurking:

Thank you so much for giving me a chance. You guys have no idea how much it means to me to celebrate this milestone with all of you.

I would love to mention everyone of y'all that joined to leave my special thanks, but this post will be lengthy if I did that and I... Am NOT about to make it too sappy LMAOOOO

Now! On the update + future plans:

The rest of the fics will be posted but slowly and will be saved as special dlc fics of One Last Call. This covers additional lore of the worldbuilding behind OLC, but there are some that won't be written (Freminet and Aether are unfortunately those I can't write as yanderes) to lessen the load. Also, some will be shorter/snippet wise, but we shall see.

I will be making a "story explained" post for OLC and the characters behind it. This goes into the possible "what ifs", the original draft of the story (storyboard lol), what each character would've been in my plans, and everything in between! (Also, there may or may not be drawn sketches for each of them. Maybe kek).

The next event will be happening on March. I won't elaborate what it'll be, but it will be indulgent and maybe a little funny (for me). It'll also last for a week at most so I don't end up burning myself out LMAOO

Finally, I will be hosting small event for Cupid, Eros, and Boss. They won't be big, but they will have their spots when I planned out what'll happen to them. (Hint: you guys are going to see them often on your feed if you know where to look ;>)

For now though, I will be finishing up the drabbles and pray I get them queued to finally archive this event. Also, I will be responding to asks + cleaning up my inbox again when I'm done :)

Once again, thank you everyone. I genuinely thought that running One Last Call will not work out back then (I told a few friends I was scared that it won't take off as it did), but I pushed through it anyway since I thought it'd be fun anyway. And to see everyone enjoy it is the best feeling I've had since opening this blog.

I hope all of you enjoy chilling as I try to write + post the drabbles for OLC before concluding its tale... And hopefully writer's block does not slam its gavel on my ass BAHAHAHAHAHA

#💌 ;; messenger writes #💌 ;; promising letter: one last call #💌 ;; to: my patrons #;; but fr im so happy everyone joined and #;; well #;; gave me a chance as a whole #;; i never thought olc would take off at ALL and it'd flop like the past events i ran on different blogs #;; and since ive hit 100 followers i wanted to make it special #;; so to see everyone enjoyed it even when... things happened #;; i am so. so happy.#;; genuinely overjoyed to see this work out the best it can.#;; y'all made me cry tears of joy ill be fr here BAHAHAHAHA SORRY IM SO SAPPY #;; BUT FR IM SO HAPPY #;; anyways ill shut up now #;; thank you. again. thank you so much for giving my silly event and me a chance to share my story.#;; im so happy you all enjoyed it to the point that y'all gave it support and the best ending i can offer.#;; and i hope that the next ones I'll be hosting will be fun for everyone to join in hehe

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firsttarotreader · 2 years

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So in a certain forum someone took the time to make a “timeline” full of fantasy and inaccuracies to convince people p and sm are ringing the wedding bells by now. However, they left some key moments out that do not fit their love story and that are gathered in this list below. Enjoy!

- Pedro and SM like each other’s pics since 2015 on Instagram.

- They are longtime friends and met at the NYU

- January 2021 Pedro starts to promote SM’s book. Sm was in Argentina until March as he always does. He was not in Italy in December or January. Pedro was in Switzerland.

- April 2021 SM goes to London and shows up at the BAFTAS, wearing regular clothes. The next day he hangs out with some female friends of his and takes Pedro and Maria B., who look like outsiders with sm and his friends.

- These same friends visit SM in Tuscany in July 2021.

- Pedro goes to Chile in May 2021, SM stays home.

- Pedro goes to sm’s event in Milan on end of May as any friend could do.

- Pedro goes to Canada to film TLOU.

- Sm stays home, travels with friends in Italy, does his thing. Travels to the Dolomites or the Swiss Alps and fandom goes crazy thinking it was Canada but it wasn’t.

- December 2021, sm goes to Argentina and stays there until March as he always does.

- He and Pedro meet in Colombia after the Holidays for a quick friends trip. Pedro sees his longtime friend Cristina and goes to San Andres with sm and other friends, a place he has been with several of his friends, men and women, and his rumoured boyfriend BA.

- They spent the Holidays apart when they could have definitely spent it together.

- Pedro spends his bday in LA with family and friends in April and SM spends his with his family in Argentina.

- May 2021, Sm goes visit Pedro in LA and goes to his TUWOMT premiere along with several of other Pedro’s longtime friends and family like Grace R., Robin T, and his father. Then he visits Calgary because he is already there, right? But goes just for a few days

- Sm doesn’t go to the premiere in NYC or the SXSW event, but goes to LA and every other that has the big wigs.

- Pedro wraps filming on TLOU in June and goes straight home to LA and stays there chilling with friends for the entire month of June and part of July. Sm stays in Italy.

- Pedro goes to Madrid in July for a week to start the Almodovar movie, then goes to Lisbon for another week to visit other friends. Then returns to Madrid and works on the movie

- Sm spends his time in Tuscany with the same female friends from London, the ones he visited in April 2021. This time, they visit him in Italy.

- Sm goes to Greece for 2 weeks and follows and gets followed by a lot of hot guys, and posts pics at the same places as them. Stays at the beach chilling. Then he returns home and stays put.

- Sm shows up at the Venice Film Festival as a guest along with Javiera and Pedro and other people who worked at Javiera’s movie: No media outlets talk about them, they act like regular friends.

- After 2 months of Pedro in Spain, they meet at the festival in Venice that is literally near Milan, where sm lives.

- Sm goes to Madrid, but right when Pedro leaves. Pedro goes to LA and sm stays in Europe.

- Except for Colombia, all their meet ups were on event occasions. They could have met many times along the year but chose not to.

- Sm is a writer and could stay longer anywhere since he can work from home, yet stays in Milan.

Omg, anon! 🤯🤯 after all this work you had I couldn’t not post it! And yeah, it’s hard to not notice everything you pointed out! 😛😛😛

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yourkimjaejin · 2 years

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AG in Queendom 2

Wrapped neatly in a neo pearl champagne bow! So I’ve decided to sum up the rest of Queendom 2 with this post. I’m terrible when it comes to watching a reality show after the whole show comes out. This is a lesson to watch the episodes as they release instead of waiting :( I hope you all don’t mind

First off, We’re gonna cover AG’s preliminary performances before moving to the finale and winner announcement .

For the Cover Battle round AG chose Kepler. In the behind the scenes, the members talked about how they chose their song

“While Kepler doesn’t have a deep list of tracks, We picked them because their songs all have potential to be taken in crazy directions for the concept.” Moxy addressed the room

“What song were you guys thinking of?” One of the producers asked.

“We talked last night about it. Wa Da Da is out, obviously. We could do MVSK but we get boxed in on one theme.” Juno voices.

“We felt comfortable doing either Shine or Over&Over&Over.” Hannah finishes up.

“I know Moxy already has a stage concept in mind.” Soonjae noona looked over at the embarrassed leader.

The concept the girls decided on is cheerleading. Cheer is Moxy’s wheelhouse so she oversees the whole performance. With the help of her cousins Moxy directed the choreography. She personally planned out the uniforms for her members and the dancers. Explained to the makeup artists how to do their faces.

AG performed first this week. Here’s how it went

The stage is covered in mats to provide cushion on the floor. The members take their places among their dancers. There are curtains framing the stage. Hanging in the foreground is a sign that reads “Queendom 2 Nationals.”

An announcer's voice fills the room, “Next, straight from Kwangya, The Ncity High Czennie Cheerleaders!!”

The lights come up and cheerleaders enter the stage full of energy. The entire team is decked out in lime green, white, gray and black. Embroidered across the tops is the word ‘NCTZEN’. All the uniforms have been bedazzled. The dancers' uniforms all match. The women are wearing form-fitting skirts and the men are wearing athletic pants. The members of AG take center stage.

Here’s what all the girls are wearing: (Disclaimer: some cheer tops are called shells. The kind of top I’m referring to is a sleeveless top that most cheer team use)

Moxy: A cropped long sleeve top with a mesh undershirt, matching shorts and white cheer shoes

Aurora: A shell top with a cold shoulder and matching pleated skirt with white cheer shoes

Juno: A cropped long sleeve top, a short form-fitting skirt, white cheer shoes

Hannah: A one piece uniform with a slightly pleated skirt and white cheer shoes

The performance starts with Moxy shouting, “1! 2! 3! 4!” and the team responds “5! 6! 7! 8!” The music for O.O.O and Hannah begins the singing.

The girls mix together traditional cheer moves with dance moves. When the end of the first chorus comes, the dancers display crazy tumbling moves ending with flips over the members as they sing.

Moxy and Aurora added new raps to the rap parts in O.O.O. Their raps were about being the best on the stage and how nobody would beat them.

Instead of a second pre-chorus, Moxy cuts it off and with a wink she whispers, “See The Light!” which leads to a remix of See The Light for the second chorus. Instead of ending with “We Are Kepler.” Juno cuts in with “Wait.” The music stops and the dances all turn to face her.

“AG going WA DA DA DA!”

The girls start singing the O.O.O chorus again. During this chorus, the choreography involves more cheer moves. The audience is stunned by synchronicity. During this chorus, Dancers are launched, flipping thru the air as the members sing, “응답해줘 over!”

During the dance break, A drumline marches out and shows off their skills. AG and their dancers never miss a beat.

Going into the final section, the members sing a final chorus. This time, the girls participate in the final stunts. The girls take their place, high in the sky being held up by their dancers' hands. During ever, “O.O.O 응답해줘 over!” One of the members is launched into the air and caught safely by the cheerleaders waiting below. First Juno and Aurora. Then, Hannah and Lastly, Moxy.

As Juno sings the final line, Moxy does her own tumbling sequence and lands full twist to finish. Moxy calls out “To The World!!” and the entire ensemble replies “NCT!!” All the girls get a small ending fairy.

The groups in the back are stunned by what AG did. The members of Loona and Hyolyn were blown away by the final stunt they worked into their choreography.

“They just raised the bar.” Hyolyn after AG’s performance ended.

Kepler was speechless at what their sunbae did with their song. Being newly debuted idols this whole competition was a learning experience for them. All the girls were touched by the care AG took to make the song their own but kept all the small details that still made it a Kepler song

Kepler chose Something Like A Party for their cover battle. Kepler took a song that was a heavy teen pop and turned into the pool party song of a lifetime. SLAP was put over a tropical mix and their stage ocean/underwater themed. The performance was so cute the members couldn’t help but to go over and congratulate the younger idols

Disappointingly, AG got third place. The group's total point score placed them right under Loona. A hundred point difference between the groups. Backstage, Moxy apologized to her members for not getting them at least second place

Aurora moved over and embraced her leader, “It’s not like we’re far off from second place. It's a mere hundred points away. We’ll make it up next week.” Juno and Hannah join the hug, adding to the pile of limbs.

Part one of the next round is the Unit Battle

For the units, fans were expecting Juno and Moxy to represent in the vocal and dance units respectively. Viewers were surprised when all four members of AG showed up at the camp and split: Juno and Aurora going to the Vocal team. Hannah and Moxy going to the dance team

Fans loved the pairing of Eunha, Juno and Aurora. Their entire team was the two older sisters babying the youngest.

Hyolyn, Moxy and Hannah being paired together for the dance unit was somebody's dream and it came true on this episode of Queendom

Moxy and Hoylyn are already the queens of facial expressions on stage but Hannah really surprised everyone with this performance! She’s not usually a rapper but the song gave her a chance and she killed it

After the two performances, AG was tied for first with Brave Girls with 4,000 points

Part two of the third round of the FANtastic Queendom Performances.

AG’s management asked nctzens for recommendations on what the girls should perform. Here’s some of the fun ones that only had a couple votes:

Catch Me If You Can - SNSD, I Am The Best - 2NE1, SPY - Super Junior, Cheese - Stray Kids, Wonderland - Ateez, Growl - EXO, The Baddest Female - CL, Crazy - 4Minute, Hard Carry - GOT7

Just to name a few!

Obviously NCT had the second most recommendations. Many fans suggested all female versions of NCT U songs Like Make A Wish and 7th Sense

One idea that almost made it was an all female version of 90’s Love where instead of hockey, the girls did roller derby. SM wasn’t on board with putting the girls in harm's way again after the last weeks cheer routine so that was shut down

You would think NCT songs would have the most suggestions but actually it was F(x). Czennies know the girls are big fans and used the groups songs to pass their monthly evals as a group

AG’s performance is a gift to all the MeU’s (Fx’s fanbase). The girls wanted to give Fx’s fans a chance to hear their songs again on a main stage. The song they chose is Red Light. The last song F(x) would have as a five member group. Kensie worked on the remix for the girls. This performance is the first time Kensie worked with AG and hopefully not the last.

There concept sees the members playing jewelry thieves sent by their boss to steal a diamond worth 1 billion won. AG’s costumes were inspired by different era’s of Harley Quinn. All the girls were carrying weapons like bats and harley's mallet

Juno is dressed as Suicde Squad Harley: a shirt that says Nctzen’s Little Monster, jean shorts, fishnets, and white boots. Her hair was dyed blonde then half was dipped dyed pink and half was dipped dyed blue

Moxy was styled like Harley in the Injustice games: black knee high boots, red and black pants with a cargo belt, A red corset top, a black cropped leather jacket with red accents. She dyed her hair the same as Juno but kept her curls

Aurora wore a costume styled like Harley’s classic look: A long sleeve cropped rash guard, skinny jeans, and converse. Everything was colorblocked red and black with diamonds scattered all over. Her hair was dyed half red and half black

Hannah was dressed like Harley during the Conner run of her comics: high top vans (one red/one black), knee high socks (one red/one black), knee pads (one red/one black), red and black colorblock shorts, a red and black colorblock corset top with shoulder pads attached to the sleeves, and a black choker with bells attached. Her hair was dyed like Aurora’s

To start the performance officially, Juno swung her bat into a glass case that sets off the museum's alarm system. The alarms sound follows thru the whole song except for the bridge(more on that later)

Throughout the verses, AG fights their way through guards and security staff taking out anyone who gets in their way. When they make it into the main chamber where the lavender diamond(Fx’s official color is called Pearl Light Periwinkle but it's basically lavender) sat pristine, guarded on all sides.

The girls crept into the room singing the chorus La Cha Ta acapella ending with the girls snapping their necks. Their bodies drop and the camera catches Moxy’s smirk. The song moves forward to Red Lights bridge where Moxy, Juno and Hannah hits the high note together in three part harmony

The girls steal the diamond and when the Boss enters to retrieve it, Aurora sets off a smoke bomb and the girls disapear. Another explosion goes off leaving holes in the wall. The holes form the letters AG designed to look like F(x)’s logo. The members stand on a platform up high while the boss looks on in anger. Juno holds up the diamond while the girls sing “네 앞의 Red Light!”

Netizens praised the girls for their performance stating it felt like an anniversary celebration performance. MeU’s thanked the members for bringing light back to F(x). The girls even got noticed by Luna. She posted about being touched seeing Red Light performed on stage again.

In the scores the girls placed second once again with 14,689 points. Adding the scores for both weeks, AG still placed second for the entire third round with 18,689 points.

AG was in a good position but everything could change as Queendom entered its finale episode, the live episode.

But first, some moments from AG during the other performances:

Moxy in shock for the entirety of Hyolyn’s Waka Boom performance

Hannah and Moxy standing up to cheer for Kepler when they finished performing

Moxy and Hikaru’s relationship throughout the competition (like fans knew the two were fans of each other put their interactions were on a whole new level during Queendom)

AG congratulation Kepler for their show-stopping performance

Juno bopping along to Loona’s performance

Hannah attention being taken by Viviz’s performance

All the girl dancing to the point choreography of Whistle by Brave Girls

NCTzens couldn’t stop posting videos of the girls during the show. One video that made the rounds was of Hannah encouraging czennie to wave their lightsticks for other groups performances, especially Kepler’s. Because of AG, Nctzen became Keplians older sisters. AG’s fans took their cue from the members who watched after the young idols during the whole competition

Juno was apart of the special Epilogue performance

AG’s finale performance came from a place of content. The girls have all dealt with doubt. Feeling like they were a ‘lesser than’ group in NCT. This performance was their chance to let those feelings go and just be the best them for their fans both old and new.

The song the girls chose was called Cannonball. The song is electro-dance in genre but the song is furious in its lyrics. Lines telling all their haters that AG could care less about them now.

The concept took from that as well. In the beginning the girls are surrounded by ‘fans’ who hurl insults at them. Calling AG a failed group, that they don’t belong in NCT, that they should just quit while they’re ahead, that the girls will never be queen.

At that last insult, a guitar rift cuts in. Moxy pushes the ‘fan’ in front of her and screams into the camera, “Like a ticking time bomb, I’m about to EXPLODE!!!” the girls proceed to run around the stage, mocking their haters. The lyrics draw laughs from the queendom participants.

The dance was the most energetic one AG has done to date. It was frantic at first glance but as you look closer every move is deliberate. At one point, Aurora jumps in the air and is caught by dancers and the group runs to the front of the stage. Moxy and some dancers go over to where the other groups are sitting and pull some to dance and headbang together.

At the end of the performance the dance falls out leaving the girls standing. A piano version of the chorus kicks in. They sing along as they walk to the back of the stage. Each girl grabs an object lying on a pedestal, hiding it behind their backs as they face the audience. Singing the last line, the show lights go out and the girls reveal what is behind their back, AG’s personal lightstick, the AhGiBomb.

The AhGiBomb is named after how you spell AG’s name in korean 아기. The AhGiBomb looks like a mini NCT lightstick concealed by a ball of smoke. Short tendrils of smoke reach the lang handle. It represents AG’s place in NCT’s story as their protectors and the protectors of Kwangya.

Fans went crazy over the lightstick reveal. AGzens waited for three years and now they finally have their own lightstick to cheer for AG.

Finally, it’s time to announce the winners. All the groups waited in anticipation. First, They announced the top two groups. Those groups being Loona and AG.

Moxy and Juno both looked relieved to be called. The girls accepted congratulations from the other groups as they made their way to the main stage with Taeyeon. The girls walked together, hands tightly gripped.

Getting to the stage, the girls waved at some of the nctzens at the front. Then the light changed for the reveal of the next winners of Queendom. The stop/start of the announcement almost brought the girls to their knees. When they finally announced the winner, The members gathered together in a group hug assuring each other win or lose this wasn’t the end, just another beginning.

Taeyeon couldn’t stop smiling as she said, “The winner of Queendom 2 is…………..NCT AG!”

Moxy fell to the floor at the rush of emotions overwhelming her when the group's name was called. Aurora wrapped her arms around the leader as Hannah was handed the trophy. Taeyeon embraced Hannah and Juno to congratulate the girls.

Moxy pulled herself together but stray tears continued to fall. In her speech, she thanks all the staff at SM, fellow company members who encouraged them and their own members who stood by their side.

“For years I’ve heard, We’ve heard, that we didn’t belong. But my girls continued to work and prove that we did belong. We wore the badge of NCT on our backs and worked our butts off to keep its prestige. Doing this show gave us the strength to say no matter what anyone else says, we belong. And this trophy isn’t for us. It isn’t for our members and It isn’t for the company. This trophy is for every single person that ever doubted us. For every single hater that ever made us feel less than. For anyone that faced any ridicule for being a fan of ours. This,” Moxy held the trophy up “Is for you!” The nctzens in the crowd exploded with cheers.

AG’s managers posted a video of the girls crying backstage at Queendom after the show was over.

The members filmed a video back at their dorm of Moxy crying on the phone with Doyoung and Taeyong about their win!!

Fans in the crowd posted clips of Aurora giving the brand new AhGiBomb to a lucky czennie in the crowd. AG stayed behind to take pictures with fans in the crowd.

When the girls got into their car to go home, they ran around and played with fans before leaving.

NCT Dream and WayV’s instagram account posted a video of the girls getting surprised with a party thrown by the two groups to celebrate their win

NCT 127’s account posted a video of the boys finding out about AG’s win. Taeyong and Doyoung were probably the loudest shouting when AG was named the winners. The members took great pride in going on stage and announcing to the fans that AG had won

Hannah’s mom posted a video of her sisters jumping in excitement over their sister's win. Aurora’s dad posted pictures of Aurora's youngest brother, Noah crying after AG won.

Days after their win the girls released a track called Congratulations. The girls filmed a video where they partied around the new SM Entertainment building. During every chorus, the girls included dances from their fellow competitors as a way to congratulate them as well.

All the groups in Queendom participated in the Congratulations challenge on social media

When Moxy arrived in Osaka for 127 concert, the bowed to her to celebrate AG’s win on Queendom. Moxy could stop laughing as the boys played along being her bodyguards and rolling out a fake red carpet

AND WERE DONE WITH QUEENDOM!!!!! Once again I hope you don’t mind this long post to wrap up Queendom. I'm really excited to move forward and travel to places in the girls' past that I haven’t gotten to yet so stay tuned for all the posts I have coming up!!

#NCT AG #NCT AG.Variety #nct female unit #nct female addition #nct female member #kpop addition #kpop!fakegroup #kpop!au #kpop!oc #kpop!addition #nct female subunit

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Part-Time Model

𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰; 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐰𝐛 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

wc: 4.3k | pc: @hstylesgallery

this smut is inspired by this song! give it a listen before reading the fic & i hope you enjoy!

Cameras light up your body while shutters of lenses is sounding in the air, familiar faces of celebrities are in your view as you stare straight ahead with intent to not break character. The slow bass music from the speakers invades your ears as you continue to take each step in the painful heels that you’ve been standing in for way too long.

One foot in front of the other, heel to toe, your hips dipping dramatically with each march, arms shifting in strides as you continue to walk down the runway.

Making it to your mark, you placed your hands on your hips while swaying side to side, your lips tugging slightly into a smirk to give the photographers what they want before circling around and venturing back down the walk way, another model taking your previous place.

With a firm focus you venture back down the path, your gaze towards your friends who have their phones propped up with smiles on their faces to flicker to the curly brunette man next to them, a smirk plastered on his lips. You decide to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat and drop a wink in his direction before stopping and doing another pose at your mark, your black Versace pant suit working wonders for your body in the most subtle way, before you continue your steps.

Harry and you had a confusing relationship; or situationship you should say. You’ve known each other since he was with his four friends performing their songs across the world, till now were he has his solo career. After one drunken night following his LA show, you both have been hooking up casually. It first started out as drunken booty calls or just needing someone to get off with whenever both were in the mood.

However, soon you would begin to invite him to your fashion week shows and he would invite you to more of his performances, but you couldn’t help but question if it was turning into something more than it was originally planned to be. Invitations were extended to staying at each others places, tooth brushes and clothing pieces having their own spaces in each others home and you didn’t know how to feel about it.

“Thank god,” You cried as you kicked off your heels and flopped down on the plastic chair.

You run your feet on the carpet to let your toes breathe after the heeled loafers pinched them your whole walk, fingers going to your bag to peel your phone out as you hear it begin to buzz with notifications.

Your eyes scan through them; comments and likes coming from your recent posts while you being tagged in stories of the current show that just ended. You see familiar tags of your friends accounts, but the one that stands out the most is Harry’s.

@harrystyles: Lovely as always

While a video of you winking in his direction before posing is behind the bold letters, you ignore the flutter of your stomach and roll your eyes as you immediately know it’s one of your friends video because of the position of the camera.

I’m going to kill them, you think to yourself as your friends once again squeeze their way into your business, and the fact that Harry is allowing it.

“You looked so sexy, you did amazing Y/N! Really!” Alexis said as she pulled you in for a hug, your bodies hitting the cold wind as you step outside the back door and head towards the black truck waiting for you.

“Thank you, I always appreciate when you guys show up for me,” You say, your hand going around Alexis hip as you turn your head to look towards your group of friends.

Jamie beaming with a toothy smile as his orange hair shines back at you while Elena shoots a sincere look, placing her hands over her heart. “Anything for you,” She says while joining Alexis as she wraps her arm around your free one. Harry trails slowly next to Jamie nodding his head in agreement.

“So… I say we go to the club to celebrate!” Elena continues, her hand shaking your arm as you scoff.

“No way! I’m tired and I have a flight tomorrow, I am not clubbing right now,” You refused, feet halting in place as you slouch your shoulders.

You hear groans flutter the air before your three friends now begin to plea. “You just walked for Versace, you deserve this,” Jamie says from behind as you hear all their footsteps stop.

“Yeah! For the fifth time now,” You respond while turning around in your friends hold to face Jamie and Harry. That only makes another groan leave the three, while Harry lets out a laugh.

“I promise! We’ll do one soon! Maybe New York, just not tonight guys; I’m sorry,” You sigh, your lips dropping into a pout.

“Fine, fine… At least text us when you get to the hotel okay?” Alexis says, pulling away and smiling at you before nodding her head towards Elena and Jamie who both sport fake sad expressions.

“Will do.. Stop with the faces you’re making me feel guilty!” You say to them as you share a hug with each before they get into their truck. “Good! I want you to feel terrible,” Elena says while giving you the finger, only making you roll your eyes and laugh.

As their door closed you immediately begin walking to your truck, it’s waiting patiently there as if it hasn’t been parked for two hours. You hear heavy footsteps behind you and don’t even turn around to confirm who it is, you just peel open the door and hold it for him as you scoot inside.

��You’re so cold,” Harry says, breaking the silence as the driver begins to pull out of the parking lot.

You flash him a glare as your fingers drum against the case of your phone. “They’ll live.” You state, eyes watching as his hands spread over the expanse of his bent knees and tongue gliding over his bottom lip, his eyes drinking you in.

“Hmm?” You hum, lifting your eyebrow and grinning at him, eyes flickering over the expanse of your body boldly. Your heart beat pounds in your ear as he continues to stare, tight white cropped tee working wonders for your bare chest. The zipper of your leather jacket jingles as you move closer next to the brunette, face by his chest as you peer up at him through your lashes.

“You’re a good liar,” Harry says, eyes now locking with yours and staring intensely.

“I’m a great liar.” You breathe, as your face now rises up and lips press against his pink ones. The familiar taste of him burning on your lips only making you want to beg for more, but instead you pull away when you feel his head turn to deepen the kiss.

“Why’d you post me?” You question, eyebrow rising. That only has Harry pulling away from your face and sitting back in the seat.

“Is there a problem with me posting you?” He counters, only making you huff and sit back in the same position as him.

“Why are you answering my question with another one?” You say with annoyance in your tone, your eyes staring ahead at the driver who makes a left turn.

“Why does it matter that I post you? You’re my friend aren’t you?” Harry says, voice heavy as he places one hand on his lap and the other up against the tinted window.

“You posted me and decided to stay at the same hotel as well. I don’t need the drama H,” You say, eyes rolling as you still see tabloids paint this relationship of you both, making it seem as if you two are together.

“Trust me, you’ll live…” Harry remarks, head turning to stare out the window.

That only makes your head spin around and squint at him. Oh, so now he wants to have an attitude with you, alright.

“You’re the one who said we should keep it quiet,” You mutter back, eyes tearing away from the side of his head and now out of your window.

Of course this was how the night was going, a bickering banter between you both over something so small. Although you couldn’t help but be upset about it; Why did he post you? And why did he decide to book at the same hotel as you, as if there wasn’t a thousand in Milan that he could’ve chosen. It’s like he wanted you both to be spotted together, when the original agreement was far from that.

The familiar structures distract your thoughts as you already know your about to pull into the building where you can finally lay in rest, but soon enough you see the mob of paparazzi and fans which is one exact reason why you wish he didn’t stay at the same place.

“Oh god, do you think you can go through the back?” You question while leaning towards the arm rest of the driver.

“Sorry dear, but they’re covering all entrances.”

You let out a sigh before leaning back, the car going into park and the of bustle of outside being muffled as you slip your bag on your shoulder and clutch your phone.

Harry brings his hands together on his lap, his head leans down to look at you for a moment before turning to unlock the door. His foot reaching out and body shifting, the truck illuminating with flashes as he steps out, his hand taking yours into his and you feel your heart lunge.

As his body shifts out the door you quickly slip your hand away from his grasp with your eyes set low, your body walking behind Harry swiftly to enter into the hotel, security guards peeling the door open as you walk inside.

You could not wait to rest your head.

The elevator ride was quiet and tense, both of you not saying a word, just letting the sound of the machine ding on each floor. You two not saying anything as you exit the doors and head to your rooms.

As you swiped your key card into the door and hear the usual beep of the acceptation go off, you did not expect a bottle of Moët and a bouquet of roses waiting in your room, laying in front of you on the dresser.

You let a breath escape before tugging yourself over to the gift, your bag dropping right next to them as you grab the mini card that goes with it.

Because you deserve it

- H.

Eyes flutter shut as you let a tight smile spread on your lips, because of course he would do this. He was genuine but was he doing it for that reason or because of what he thinks of your relationship? To say you’re confused is an understatement; he’s doing everything that you both didn’t agree on and it was getting unbearable to comprehend.

You peel your eyes open while letting your hand reach out and grab the bottle, immediately opening it and letting the cool glass press against your lips— completely ditching the champagne flutes because you wanted to be anything but sober at the moment.

Half the bootle was down as you did your routine of getting ready for bed while letting a random show play in the background, you were tipsy and decently happy despite the crimson flowers staring back at you. You lay down on the sheets and let your hands smooth along the surface, eyes looking at the ceiling.

Why did your love life have to be confusing? Why did he have to be confusing? And why are you going through this and he’s not even yours? Your mind wondering what you two really were.

The sound of a knock echos throughout the room, making your head snap to look at the door, your heart beat picking up as you make your way towards it. Undoing the lock while retrieving the door open, you see olive eyes. You immediately chew on your lip and try to stifle the nerves in your system.

The door peels wider, you letting Harry step into the room, his cologne filling your nose as his body brushes past you before turning and pushing you against the door, making you close it.

“I don’t like the way you treat me,” He states, his voice low and heavy that you already feel wetness pool between your thighs.

Eyebrows push together while letting your right hand reach out and draw him closer to you by the loop of his trousers, your breasts rubbing against his button up as you peer up at him.

“You’re mad at me?” You question, only making Harry nod his head in your gaze, his lips in a straight line as his eyes are locked with yours. The expression on his face reading anything but happy.

“Why?” You continue, letting your brows drop and batting your eyes up at him slowly.

“Why didn’t you hold my hand?”

The room grows quiet for a minute and the only thing that could be heard is the buzz of the television. Your hand tears away from the belt loop and rest along the door with your head tilting back.

“Why did you get me flowers?” You counter him back, and that makes Harry tuck his lip behind his teeth.

“You had a show, I thought it would be thoughtful,” He says, only making your heart feel as if it was lit on fire but you knew it deep down. He wasn’t actually getting you gifts because you meant more than sex to him. “Now, answer my question. Why didn’t you hold my hand?” Harry leans down to your tilted head, his lips nearly grazing yours.

“Because… I just didn’t want too,” You lie, eyes staring into his green one as a hum leaves him, his hands holding your hips tightly against the door as he steps in deeper.

“Did you like your flowers?” He ask, only making your breath hitch. You nod your head silently. “I’m glad love, that’s all that matters.” He states before letting his head dip down and press his lips against yours, you whimper at the taste of him.

Why did he have to be so charismatic yet tempting at the same time, the way his lips felt against yours as his hips press against you to feel his already hard member you couldn’t help but want to fuck him then and there.

Your fingers tear away from the door and feel against him, a moan escaping you as Harry’s tongue twirls against yours in the most sinful way, you wanted him all over you, just to be buried beneath him so cherished.

“You looked so sexy tonight,” He breathes against your lips as he pulls away, his face turning to press wet kisses along your neck. His hands trailed from down your hips to grip your thighs and palm over the skin.

“I love the way you walk,” He says as he runts himself into your hand.

“I love the way you look,” Sinking his teeth into your neck and sucking.

“I love the way you feel around me,” He breathes against the growing red skin.

That only makes your knees buckle and a whimper crawl out of your mouth, your head immediately turning to let your lips meet his again. Harry lowly hums while accepting your kisses, his hands gripping your flesh roughly as he lifts you off the door and bringing you both to the bed.

Your hands pull away from his front and slip into his hair, lips never tearing away from each other as he places you down gently, his body towering over you.

Harry hands run up your naked thighs and under you black night gown, the cool silk slipping over your naked breasts as it exposes your matching panties. Mouth leaving yours, he lets his lips trail kisses to your nipples as he sucks them into his mouth.

“Harry…” You moan, fingers going to his hair as you feel his hand take your breast in his and roll it in his grip. He hums against you as his hips begin to rock into yours, the feeling his clothed dick pressing against you as you imitate the same movements.

“So needy,” He coos while pulling away from your flesh and blowing at the wet skin, his hand tearing away from your breast and running over your slick pussy. “I love that about you.” He utters, eyes locking with yours as he circles your clothed clit.

He knew just what to say to have you in a mess, his voice alone was pure sex from his accent and the way he draws out his words, so slow and husky.

Harry’s lips meet yours once again as the finger circling your bundle of nerves pulls the fabric aside and drags along your core before letting it slip in slowly. You feel your wetness embrace him as he dips into you, finger twisting as he thrusts in slow paces.

“Make me so wet,” You moan against his mouth, hands still playing in his hair as he sends pleasure to your nerves.

“Mhm,” He breathes against you, his finger beginning to pick up its tempo as he glides into your wetness. Your hips lifting lightly as you begin to rock back down on it, only making him slip deeper. Moans trailing out of your mouth so messily because of the alcohol consuming your nerves.

You loved the way he made you feel, so blissed out and bothered, head craning back in the sheets as he licked into your mouth and fingered you dangerously. The way his tongue danced with yours and let his saliva slip onto your tongue in the most delicious way that you wanted to drink him whole.

Your fingers fall from his hair and begin undoing the buttons of his dress shirt, digits fumbling over each other as you release each then sliding it off his shoulders and exposing his inked skin. Your hands immediately go to his erection and beginning palming over him again.

“I want you in my mouth,” You say against him, your fingers going to his belt and undoing the metal, the sound clashing together before the zipper going down is heard as your hand ventures into his boxers, hands not waiting any longer and taking him into your grasp.

Harry’s breath hitches against your lips as his finger begins to slow, his loose curls moving as he nods his head in agreement.

You let the hand that isn’t jerking him off, fall to his hip and push him up so he leans back on his knees. His finger slipping out of you as you raise up off the bed also.

He tugs off the rest of his clothing and lies back on the bed, your eyes roaming down his body loving the view of him naked and spread out in front of you.

You let your back dip deliciously while leaning in and pressing kisses along his pelvic bone, trailing them to his cock that waits happily to feel the love too. The feeling of Harry hands brush through your hair as you take him into your hand, tongue running along the crown of the head, only making a moan elect from him.

Head dipping down you run your tongue along his slit earning another whine from him only making your pussy drip even more. Your mouth roams down his member graciously, saliva coating him as you inch your lips down his dick.

“Take me so good baby,” He moans, your gaze tearing away from the tattoos on his love handles and looking at his beautiful face.

Loose curls frame his head knocked back into the pillow as his lips hang open for a moment before he bites down on the flesh. Harry’s face reading of complete serenity as you suck him in your mouth. This was your favourite view, having him vulnerable underneath you as you repay him with the same sensation he gave you.

You take the hand that was resting on his hip and let it meet you by your mouth, fingertips wrapping against his cock as you begin to twist it in the opposite direction, mouth still running down the length as you continued to look at him. The way his eyebrows pushed together as he tried to contain his pleasure from spreading on your tongue.

“Fuck Y/N,” He groans, his fingers dipping from your hair and holding the nape of your neck to feel the movement of your sinful throat.

His thigh twitched next you as you drew up from him, saliva trailing from your lips as your hand continued to tug him. Harry’s eyes flicker open and stare down at you, his lips freeing from his teeth as he looks at you with pure adoration.

“Wanna fuck you so bad,” Harry says, voice hungry and deep as he slides his hands down to your shoulders to bring you up to him, you follow his movements and let your lips greet his, hands never stopping their movement.

“You drive me crazy.” He mumbles against you, body turning you over to lay your back against the sheets. The words tugging at your heart that was fucked up over the man between your legs.

“And you say I’m the needy one.” You utter with a smile breaking the kiss as you let go of his member. You watch as Harry eye drops to a wink as he pulls away from your embrace, he leans back on his thighs and runs himself over your soaked heat.

That made a whimper slip out as you rise up on your elbows; wanting to watch himself inch inside you. The look of his lengthy cock already glistening with your juices just by rubbing himself against you. Your fingers clenching the sheets below you as he presses against your clit.

“Harry,” You moan as he pushes in, the feeling of him spreading you heavenly. The way he dragged down your walls to let his hips sink against yours before peeling back ever so slowly to inch back into you.

This made whimpers trailing out of your mouth. You loved the feeling of him stretching you, the warmth of him dipping into your plush walls from a slow tantalizing pace to pick up with speed as he digs his hips into yours. God, did you love it.

“Look at you, watching me fuck you,” Harry states, voice hoarse and raw as his hand that rested along your hip takes your head and tilts your head down a bit more to see where you two meet.

You moaned at the sight; the liquid you expel coating him beautifully as he enters you, the way your pussy spreads around to accept his length while the pleasure he gives you has your toes twitching and knuckles turning white.

“Dirty girl,” He says as his movements cause your breasts to bounce under the sheer fabric. “You like watching yourself… Don’t you?” Harry continues, the feeling in the pit of your stomach beginning to bubble with release.

“Yes baby,” You moan, eyes tearing away from where you meet to look into his eyes that look daringly back at you.

Harry releases your head and lets his hand drop down to your clit, rubbing the bundle as he flicks his hips into you. That only makes your head lean back and curses leave your lips.

The sensation of him throbbing inside you while your wetness echos throughout the room and drowns out the noise in the background, the way he takes control of every cell that ran through out your body, you lived for this feeling every single time you saw Harry’s curly hair and green orbs at your door.

“I can feel you love, you gonna come,” He groans, his hips now roughly meeting yours as you let your head lean forward and stare at him completely gone.

“Fuck me so good H,” You cry as you meet his hips now, the nerves in your stomach churning as you feel yourself on the brink.

The sight of him staring down at you, his inked skin lined with sweat as his body flexes into you, arms strained and curls falling in front of his forehead as he sends you over the edge. You feel your pussy clench and then release him repeatedly, toes knitting together and eyes fluttering shut as his momentum doesn’t stop while he continues to rub your clit through your orgasm.

“You’re so delicious,” Harry groans as his hand tighten at your hip, nails digging into your skin as his hips stutter.

The look of pleasure sweeps against Harry’s face as his warm seed pulses inside of you, your juices mixing together as he continues to thrust into you sloppily. You hum lowly as your strained fingers spread over the duvet.

With one last lazy thrust, Harry hisses as he pulls out, your warmth no longer accompanying him as he dips his head down to let his tongue enter your mouth. Your hands moving to his shoulders as you drink in his warmth.

With a few sloppy kisses being shared amongst each others lips, you draw patterns on his shoulder as he lies his head against your neck, his breath warm on your skin.

“I can’t get enough of you.” He says after a few beats of silence, his hand running up your body and stopping to rest on your ribs.

That only makes your head crane to the side to look towards the window that had buildings shinning in the distance.

“You confuse me,” You mumble, not even sure he heard your words over the television in the background.

“You confuse me too.”

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1surfrocker · 7 months

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10/03/2023

So far I think I'm doing a pretty bad job of posting regular entires. The whole point of starting this was to keep a diary of sorts of my day-to-day so that I can refer back to my life experiences more vividly. I shouldn't look at this as a chore, and shouldn't approach it with an overly serious mindset. I'm not trying to write a novel here, or impress anyone with my use of words. Given the fact that I used to be an aspiring writer/journalist, it's very hard to break from that mentality and not write these entires in an overly wrought style.

I think that was in fact my writing style back when: Overly wrought. Too much style, not enough substance. I don't miss it at all.

Here's what I've been up to:

I took my mom out for her birthday the Saturday before last. We were going to go to the New Filmmakers movie festival in DTLA, but as I ended up being 45 minutes late stuck in a traffic jam on the 710 freeway, we instead went to go see The Equalizer pt3 starring Denzel Washington. 2 hours of watching Denzel kill the bloody shit out of bad guys as easy as you and I breathe air. I have to admit it was pretty fun. Afterwards we ate dinner at Hippo in Highland Park, which might just be my favorite restaurant in that part of town at this point. I've eaten there 3 times and it's always memorable. Some of the best fish I've ever eaten, and their bread is top notch.

The following day Amy and I measured, cut, and installed baseboard in the upstairs attic. Oh my god it only took us 1.5 years to get to this! The first hour of cutting was a real slog because we kept doing it wrong. Also, lesson learned: Next time get a double bevel mitre saw. Trying to adjust angles on a single bevel forces you to flip the wood upside down and right side over again in order to get the cut you need. It's like trying to read upside down. Not terribly tricky, but you need to get the hang of it. I only had to drive back to home depot once to buy more wood. The attic's looking great now and Amy's spending more time up there already getting things in order. It's her pet project and I want her to love doing it, which so far it seems like she is.

The entire work week last week is a blur. First time I've hit $33k GP since March (the writer's strike really put a dent in business this year) and I had to work harder than shit to do it, but it felt good to hit it.

The weekend came around and I took my mind off work entirely. Matt was supposed to come back over to pick up where we'd left off on our groovy goth-wave song, but he flaked (I think he was too hungover to make music, LOL!). So instead I was left to my own devices and started production for Passion, thus kicking off the start of my new In Fades album. I envision it being more electronic and more dancey than anything I've done in the past. But not without my patently flamboyant, overly romanticized style. Think Caribou meets Nick Cave.

Monday came around and I was still so damned tired from hitting my goal the previous week. Luckily it wasn't too busy. I continue to bring Barklie up to speed on all the ins and outs, and now finding more time for myself to prospect new clients. The idea of cold calling once again leaves an icy tinge somewhere inside of me, but it's nice to be able to have the freedom to do so once again.

I bought a gym membership for Amy last night so that we can go to LBR together any time we want to. We've been doing Acro Yoga classes together lately and it's been very enjoyable, and challenging, and a nice workout to boot!

This is about as properly caught up as I can make this post without going into tangents, so I'll wrap it up and move onto the rest of my evening. I plan to practice viola and if I'm feeling limber enough track it for Passion. That viola part will make that song come alive, I can feel it in my soul.

I might do some reading as well, but I have to admit I'm getting a little bored of this Richard III book. It's so very long.

Cheers

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cksmart-world · 2 years

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SMART BOMB

The completely unnecessary news analysis

by Christopher Smart

July 26, 2002

JOSH HAWLEY IS A GIRLIE MAN

“[Republican Sen.] Josh Hawley is a bitch. And he ran like a bitch,” said Michael Fanone, a D.C. Metro police officer who was beaten and nearly killed on Jan.6, 2001. The Missouri lawmaker known for his cheap tricks gave a fist pump to the mob gathering outside the Capitol that day. Recently, the Jan. 6 committee played surveillance video of a frightened Hawley running out of the Capitol away from the same mob. Laughter erupted in the hearing room.“[T]hat pisses me off,” Fanone told Politico. “That guy’s a clown.” Some congressmen are performance artists but in reality they have no character, he added. “They have no honor. They have no integrity.” Get this: Hawley will soon come out with a book called, “Manhood: The Masculine Virtues America Needs.” The Kansas City Star, however, observed that people watching the hearing “didn’t see much virile bravado as he ran from the mob.” It continued, “Josh Hawley is a laughingstock” and the “video will follow him the rest of his life.” The paper also noted that shame is not a motivating factor for the likes of Hawley, who was belligerent in response to the criticism, “I do not regret it and I am not backing down (from the liberal news media.) I'm not gonna apologize, I'm not gonna cower, I'm not gonna run from you." He then pounded his chest and gave a Tarzan yodel and yelled, ungawa, simba, simba, mangani!

MASKED LDS PROPHET

OK, this is like that idiotic TV program “The Masked Singer,” where an unidentified guest wears a costume and sings a song and then we try to guess who it is. In this game — a Smart Bomb original — we'll enumerate some current-day epiphanies given to the LDS church and then you guess who is the “The Masked LDS Prophet.”

It should be OK to play sports on Sunday

Reduce tithing from 10 percent to 5 percent.

Stop requiring Mormon missionaries to dress like FBI agents.

Do not idolize church leaders.

Ban monotone sermons at General Conference.

Make the Word of Wisdom (no smoking, no drinking) optional.

Disallow use of middle initials in church leaders' names.

Make it clear that eternity is a long, long time.

And the Masked Prophet is... drum roll... Salt Lake Tribune sports columnist Gordon Monson. We are not making this up. You can find his epiphanies in the Jan.2, 2022 Tribune. And, as Monson would say, life is like golf — but no mulligans, unless no one's looking.

YOU'RE HAVING MY BABY

Utah’s four Republican House members recently voted against a bill that would protect the right to contraception. We kid you, not. Blake Moore, Chris Stewart, John Curtis and Burgess Owens voted with the Republican caucus against the Right to Contraception Act in an effort to turn back the clock to the days of old when knights were bold... Curtis further explained that the bill wasn't needed because most married people don't have sex anyway and high school and college students should practice abstinence. Nonetheless, the legislation passed on party lines 228 to 195 and now goes to the Senate. Curtis also noted the bill was unnecessary because the Supreme Court wouldn't mess with contraception — he really said that — kinda like they didn't mess with the constitutional right to abortion. There's more: Rep. Blake Moore contented, along with the tin-foil hat crowd, that the Democrat-sponsored bill was a ploy to give women access to abortion “under the guise of a contraception pill.” Those sneaky Democrats, what will the think of next, jumping off tables to induce labor? The Christian Right marches on. Of course, none of them use contraceptives and their wives never duck out for abortions... and God didn't make those little green apples and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime.

Post script — That's a wrap for another blistering hot week here at Smart Bomb where we keep track of the shrinking Great Salt Lake so Utah leaders don't have to. Sen. Mitt Romney has proposed a bill that would fund the Army Corps of Engineers to the tune of $10 million to figure out why the lake is going dry. Yep, you're right, Wilson, every 6th-grader knows the answer to that — we're taking too much water out of it's main tributary, the Bear River. The lake has already shrunk by two-thirds. But we can't stop the farmers from raising all that thirsty alfalfa they send to China and we can't stop northern Utah municipalities from issuing new building permits even though there isn't enough water... so maybe the Army Corps knows a special rain dance, or something. Where's Bill Starbuck, the protagonist in the 1956 film, “The Rain Maker,” when you need him. In the movie, a flimflam man played by Burt Lancaster gets paid to make it rain and sure enough it rains. No Wilson, no similarity to Spencer Cox, at all. But the guv is praying for rain and that has to count for something. On the other hand we do have plenty of flimflamers in Utah who could cash in. Some of our legislators could give it a shot — after stealing the Inland Port from Salt Lake City, making it rain should be a piece of cake.

Well Wilson, it sure looks like poor Josh Hawley has run up against the enemy and the enemy is his stunted ego. Looks like those tutorials from Ted Cruz and Jim Jordan weren't that helpful after all. Maybe Missouri's wunderkind could use a theme song to show folks that he's not just another empty suit. We know you and the band have something up your sleeve, Wilson, so let it rip:

I'm an ape man, I'm an ape ape man, I'm an ape man I'm a King Kong man, I'm a voo-doo man I'm an ape man I don't feel safe in this world no more I don't want to die in a nuclear war I want to sail away to a distant shore and make like an ape man

I'm an ape man, I'm an ape ape man, I'm an ape man I'm a King Kong man, I'm a voo-doo man I'm an ape man I look out my window, but I can't see the sky 'Cos the air pollution is fogging up my eyes I want to get out of this city alive And make like an ape man

Come and love me, be my ape man girl And we will be so happy in my ape man world I'll be your Tarzan, you'll be my Jane I'll keep you warm and you'll keep me sane And we'll sit in the trees and eat bananas all day Just like an ape man

(Ape Man — The Kinks)

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Body Shots (Pierre Gasly)

Inspired by (and beta read) by the amazing @limp-wrist-max thank you Mea!

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Recommended song: “Lucky You” by Sim Dane

Vacationing in Milan had its perks. Fine dining, luxury stores that were prime for window shopping, and the proximity to your best friend, to name a few.

When you'd touched down in Milan you had had no intentions of visiting Pierre. You had just finished your exams for your summer class and had a week before the next semester started up, so you had simply booked the cheapest ticket and boarded a plane.

The intent had been to have some good wine, good food and unwind. Pierre saw your Instagram story minutes after you posted it and recognized the bakery you stopped at for lunch. And once he found out you were only a few minutes away from that weekend's grand prix, he had ideas that didn't involve you reading a novel all day.

Pierre had insisted that a last minute cancelation by a family friend had left a paddock pass unclaimed and had suggested you take it.

"You're my best friend, it'll be fun to have you experience a weekend through my eyes for once instead of sitting in the stands. Come visit me."

Something in the inflection of his voice made the simple request rub you raw. He missed you. It had been months since your last get together and you couldn't blame him. The last year had been rough for him and he rarely had anyone physically at his side to help him through it.

Inviting you instead of one of his parents was about more than your current proximity to the track. He hadn't missed a beat in asking you, not hesitating to consider anyone else being with him this weekend.

Your stomach had turned as you climbed in a cab Sunday morning, not out of fear of something going wrong but because of the nagging feeling that something was about to change.

You'd known Pierre since you were kids. Your brother had raced in karting before pursuing another dream, but in the few short years you'd hung around European tracks you had managed to forge a bond with one of your brother's rivals. That friendship carried on regardless of the distance that separated you, kept alive by visits in the off season and once a year trips to the racetrack at Silverstone.

Pierre met you at the gates and you had barely seen him since.

A decent qualifying session saw the Frenchman start P10 on Sunday's race. He didn't hide the fact that he was disappointed, but come time for his final meeting with the team you'd never guess he was anything but ecstatic.

You had to be conscious about your mouth hanging open when Pierre stepped into the garage in his fireproofs with his suit half undone. The tuft of blond hair peeking through his backwards cap floats on an invisible breeze and he bounces on his toes. His brow furrows when he is handed a data sheet, listening intently to what the engineer points out.

Butterflies riot in your stomach when Pierre catches you staring and winks. You pray he writes the blush on your cheeks off as the heat and he must, because he raises his eyebrows and flexes a bit.

You laugh to cover the way you want to do nothing but strip him out of that tight fitted white shirt. Your crush was getting out of hand. Pierre's shameless, friendly flirting only escalated matters.

You told yourself it was nothing. He was like this with every girl he met, making a fool of himself to earn a laugh. You were no different, except maybe that you were a constant where most other women only got to enjoy his playful personality for a short time.

You're treated to a few long minutes of watching Pierre prep to climb into the car before he's heading out on track to line up at the grid.

The race starts off fine, Pierre's pace is better than expected. One of the Haas's breaks down at the pit entry and Pierre's strategist decides to bring him in for a fresh set of tires. A kiss seems like the proper reward for their stroke of brilliance, which affords Pierre the advantage when the pits close soon after.

Restarting on lap 28 is nail biting. Hamilton, Stroll, and Pierre make up the podium places. The entire garage gasps when Stroll goes wide at turn four. Hamilton serves his penalty and Pierre inherits the lead. Sainz jumps on the opportunity to attack.

Pierre defends brilliantly until the final lap. The team erupts when he crosses the line first, bringing home the win.

Red, white and green confetti sticks to his skin as he sprays the champagne over all of you. In the heat of it all, Pierre sits on that top step and shakes his head. You already know that the photos of him being snapped from all angles will be gorgeous, the sun shining down on the first French grand prix winner in decades.

A legend in the minds of his people and in yours.

You could scarcely believe it yourself. Your best friend had finally, after years of being pushed down, won a grand prix at the temple of speed. Red Bull had been wrong, just as you'd insisted when Pierre cried over losing his seat and his friend in one weekend. But god, did Pierre rise above it all.

Pierre catches your gaze just before he leaves the podium. A lifetime of emotion swirls around him like an enigma, begging you to find out what it was hiding. Your wave is barely more than a lift of your hand but Pierre notes it nonetheless, tipping his trophy in your direction.

You wait patiently on the sidelines as Pierre poses for pictures with his team on and off the track. His attention constantly falls on you, his grin widening each time he sees you tucked under the arm of an enthusiastic mechanic or crew member. Alpha Tauri was a family and you were an honorary member thanks to your connection to their driver.

An action packed hour of cameras passes before Pierre is able to break away. As soon as he's given the go ahead he passes his trophy off and marching to you. You're both practically running by the time you meet in the middle. You crash into him and he lifts you off your feet in a crushing hug.

"You did it," you whisper, overwhelmed by his success now that you've gotten the chance to celebrate with him. "I'm so proud of you."

Pierre laughs as he sets you on your feet. His smile is wider than you've ever seen it and you're sure his cheeks must be sore.

"Wish they allowed us to bring a friend up there," Pierre says softly, a smile melting into a sly smirk. "Seeing you doused in champagne is an image I wouldn't forget."

You shake your head, caught up in his ceaseless flirting. He had no idea that his honeyed words and gentle touches lit something inside of you, rattling your brain and making it impossible to form a coherent sentence. Instead you snatch the black and gold Pirelli cap off his head and place it on your own, earning you a peal of laughter.

"Looks better on you anyway." Pierre runs a hand through his sweaty, champagne doused hair, leaving bits sticking up at odd angles.

Someone calls Pierre's name, far enough away that there's no rush. Pierre's hands remain planted on your waist and yours stay wrapped around his neck. By the way his bright blue eyes bore into yours, you swear he's thinking the same thing you are.

"Thank you for believing in me," he murmurs, gaze falling to your lips.

"I knew it was just a matter of time," you tell him, inching up on your tiptoes. Tempted by his win, you want to ruin the best friendship you've ever had. You want to discover if the lips you spend far too much time dreaming about felt as soft as they looked. You want to know how it feels to be lost in Pierre, newly minted race winner, and find out just how he dealt with the adrenaline and euphoria of his incredible drive.

"Well done mate!"

Max Verstappen startles the two of you apart. You take a healthy step back and drop your gaze to the ground to hide your burning cheeks.

"Thanks." Pierre accepts the Dutchman's embrace and claps him on the back. "Sucks I didn't get to fight you for it."

"There will be more chances in the future. And I didn't expect to see you here, that's a nice surprise." Max knocks you with his shoulder, tipping you off balance. On instinct you latch onto Pierre's arm to steady yourself. You wait a heartbeat too long to remove your hand and both of you find anywhere to look but each other.

"So where's the party?" You ask, searching for a distraction from the way your palm still burns.

"Definitely not at Red Bull." Max shudders and you laugh because that's what you do when someone is being over dramatic. It rings hollow in your ears.

"I hear there's a few guys with adjoining rooms at the hotel who bought plenty of booze," Pierre says. "You and Dan wanna come by?"

"Is that really a question?" Max grins, already typing out a text as Pierre feeds him the details.

**********

"You should do body shots," Max suggests, which earns a roaring laugh from Daniel and a half hearted one from Pierre.

"I don't think so," Pierre says, "there's no one here I trust enough to let that happen."

"Not even your best friend?" Max gestures to you and shoots you a wink when Pierre glances over. "I think she's trustworthy."

"No thanks." Pierre holds up his plastic cup and salutes Max before draining it to the dregs.

Pierre's immediate refusal hurt more than it probably should have. You hadn't expected him to jump at the offer but having him shut the idea down so thoroughly hadn't been what you wanted either.

Max notes your pouty lower lip and speaks on your behalf. "Come on mate," Max insists. "You just won your first prix, live a little! It's not like you've got anything to lose, she's your best friend."

"That's exactly why-"

"Shut up, it would be fun! Wouldn't it?" Max says this last bit to you, a wild grin on his face.

Max expects you to turn red and object. That was his end goal. But what the Dutchman hadn't counted on was how drunk you already were on Pierre. On his smile. On his bright blue eyes, swirling in the aftermath of his unlikely triumph. And mostly on the not-so-sneaky way he glances at you every few minutes.

"Let's do it."

Pierre blinks, searching your face for any sign of distress. "Wait, are you serious?"

"Yeah, why not?" You shrug, suddenly fearing that you'd read him wrong and he really was against this whole thing. "Unless you don't want to-"

"Get the vodka," Pierre interrupts, nodding to Max though his stare remains pinned on you. Pierre latches onto your wrist and drags you around the room until he finds a table long and sturdy enough for his liking.

"This a good height for you?"

The coffee table is low enough that you'd have to kneel. Luckily getting on your knees isn't something you'd mind doing for Pierre. You lick your lips without thinking. Pierre's pupils blow wide, black swallowing the swirling oceans of blue.

"Sure," is all you manage.

"Good." Apparently neither of you were able to focus on speech. You work together to clear the empty plastic cups and used napkins from the surface. Your hands brush when you both reach for the last cup and you just catch the way Pierre's breath hitches.

You and Pierre have danced this dance since you were teenagers. Each of you knows the steps by heart. The only difference is tonight neither of you were poised to bow out before the final lift.

"Beep beep, bitches!" You yank your hand away when Max's shout reaches you. Pierre's hand lingers in front of him, outstretched as if your palm remained grazing his thumb.

Max holds the bottle of vodka over his head as he wades through the crowd. "You're all about to be very, very entertained."

"Where's your chaperone?" You ask Max, searching for Daniel in the low lighting. You press your palm to your thigh, dissipating Pierre's lingering heat.

The Dutchman waves you off. "Went to get us more drinks. Pierre, isn't it kinda hard to do body shots if you're still fully clothed?"

"Who says I'm the one getting undressed?"

Max's grin dimples his flushed cheeks. "I mean you can ask her to take her shirt off in front of all these people if you want to."

"No," Pierre responds quickly. "Fine. I'll do it."

When Pierre strips off his shirt he gets more than a few whistles from men and women alike. That tended to happen when someone was built like a Greek fucking god, you supposed. Whoever voted for People Magazine's "Sexiest Man Alive" and decided on Michael B. Jordan had clearly never laid eyes on Pierre, with his bronzed skin, endless expanses of muscle, and brilliant cheshire grin.

Michael B. Jordan who?

Pierre hands the team branded shirt off and lays out on the table. He pillows an arm under his head, bare bicep flexed as he gets comfortable. Leaning in to kiss along the hard muscle was out of the question, however tempting it was.

Pierre looks up expectantly. "You coming?"

Holy shit, this was actually happening.

"Yeah, I'm coming." You sink to your knees and Pierre laughs.

"Up here." He pats his thigh with his free hand and beacons you forward. "Please."

Screw it, you've already thrown your friendship out the window. This night ended either in heartbreak or awkwardness, might as well get your money's worth.

A few whoops break out above the music. The bassline isn't the only thing thundering in your chest as you straddle Pierre's thighs, hands braced on his chest.

"Okay?" Pierre whispers for your ears only. You nod with what you hope is a charming smile.

"Alright move," Max says, shooing you back until you're resting on your haunches. Max flicks the cap off the bottle and you grab it to take a long sip.

Max gapes at you and you wipe a hand over your mouth. "Close your mouth, you'll catch flies."

Pierre's thighs tense beneath you in response to your bold declaration. Dozens of Pierre's friends and team members gather around. For all you care, Pierre is the only person in the room.

"Last chance to back out," Max warns. You're too busy tracking the drop of liquid that falls from the neck of the bottle to splash onto the crease of Pierre's abs to bother responding.

"Pour it out." Pierre's chest sinks with his demand, doing nothing but sparking your imagination, creating images of him heaving beneath you. You'd sell your soul to recreate the way you're currently poised above Pierre's hips with a little less clothing and no audience.

Max gives up hope on you replying and dribbles the alcohol up Pierre's abdomen, stopping just below his pecks.

"Have at 'er-"

Your tongue is on Pierre's skin before Max has finished his sentence. You feel the muscle tense beneath your tongue, going rigid at the first contact. The burn of the vodka doesn't even register as you lap it up, catching the drips that fall over his sides.

You aren't sure either of you is breathing. Salty sweat mingles with the sharpness of the alcohol, an afterthought barely worth mentioning.

Blame the liquid courage or blame the high from Pierre's win, but you were confident Pierre was enjoying this just as much as you.

Planting a hand on Pierre's hip, you steal a glance up at him to find him locked on you. You take that as permission to continue, dragging your tongue flat up his stomach and continuing well past where the vodka had been poured. Up between his pecks, over the curve of his throat that bobs beneath your tongue, over his chin until you meet his lips, already parted and waiting.

Neither of you pay the shouts cresting around you any heed. You've both waited too long for this, endured too many almosts and what ifs to let the opportunity slip through your fingers. Your sticky hands cradle Pierre's face, angling it in a way that's to your liking so you can explore more of his mouth. He tastes like whiskey and mint, the juxtaposition of hot and cold scattering your thoughts. One of Pierre's hands finds the nape of your neck when you gasp for air, refusing to let you end the moment.

And it's pure, unending bliss that floods your veins when he nips at your lower lip, swollen and surely reddened from his kiss. His thumb sweeps across the back of your neck while you both fight to catch the breath currently evading you.

Daydreams didn't hold a candle to the real thing. One taste and you were addicted, craving as much as Pierre was willing to give.

"Hey," he murmurs, the corners of his mouth tugging up in a stupidly gorgeous smile.

"That was nice," you tease, tangling your fingers in the silky blond strands of his hair. "I wouldn't be opposed to doing it again."

"Me too. Maybe somewhere where it's just us though. I wouldn't want to scandalize my team any further." You manage to steal another sweet peck before Max hauls you off Pierre.

"Fucking finally," Daniel says, clapping when you're upright again. "Do you know how long I've been trying to orchestrate this? The two of you really are dumber than a box of rocks. I can't believe all it took was Max suggesting body shots to get you two to kiss."

The arm that wraps around your waist feels right. Pierre hasn't hugged you like this before, with his chin resting on your shoulder and his nose nuzzling your neck, but it already feels like home.

Pierre ignores Max completely in favor of pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear. "Why don't we go back to my room? I'll pour more alcohol on myself if that's what it takes to convince you."

You're just about to take him up on the offer when one of his team members taps his shoulder. He glances at them impatiently, which the man thankfully doesn't take personally.

"They want some photos with you holding your trophy," he explains, handing a shirt and the star shaped interpretation of the Italian flag to Pierre. "It will only take a few minutes, they promised not to keep you long."

Of course everyone knew exactly where your minds were. Sanity had long since left the premises, tangled up in crisp white sheets. Pierre's entire team and half the Red Bull garage had seen what had gone down while the prix winner was sprawled on that coffee table. There would be no chance of denying it in the morning.

And while you'd never imagined that the first time you'd kiss your best friend would be directly preceded by licking copious amounts of shitty liquor off his super-heated skin, now that you'd experienced it any other way seems forgettable.

Pierre sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "I mean, I already have my trophy, but…" your stomach lurches when you realize he means you. Pierre catches the way your mouth hangs open and he shoots you a grin before accepting the real trophy.

"You carry it," he says, not giving you much of a choice as he thrusts it into your hands. "I'm occupied."

You're about to point out that his hands are, in fact, free and that the more likely reason for insisting you carry the trophy was his usual post-race laziness when he slings an arm around your shoulders and tucks you tight to his side.

"Is this okay?" Pierre asks when you involuntarily stiffen. God, it was more than okay, it was perfect, it had just caught you by surprise. You'd only kissed him a handful of minutes ago and Pierre was already wrapped around your finger, smitten as if you'd been a couple for years.

"Yeah no, it's perfect. Simply lovely," you say quickly, stumbling over your words.

"Can I kiss you again?"

Your answer comes in the form of a hand on his chest, stopping him in his tracks. You prop the trophy on your hip and smile up at your race winner.

"You don't have to ask that ever again. My answer is always yes."

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better half of me [lexie grey]

lexie grey x fem reader

requested: hi there can I request a Lexie grey x fem reader imagine where reader is marks sister and moves from Houston where she was working previously and gets a job in Seattle so when she arrives she flirts and sleeps around with all the nurses, but then she meets Lexie and falls deeply in love with her and stops sleeping around and tries to pursue Lexie but one day sees her and mark in bed together so she starts sleeping around again, and when the plain crashes Lexie makes it out alive, because reader saved her and when they get back reader confesses to Lexie, and if it’s possible could u write a time skip where they have a bunch of kids and are happily married?

trigger warning: slight mention of alcohol addiction

*not my gif*

You don’t remember what happened on that plane. How you guys got in the middle of the woods with your plane split in half. Everything was blurry, but you saw mostly everyone: Meredith, Cristina, Arizona, your brother Mark, and Lexie?

Wait...where’s Lexie?

You immediately shot up, ignoring the pain that you felt in the right side of your body. You tried walking normally when you started to limp.

“Woah, woah, Y/N!” Mark comes over and you finally look at your foot and hand.

Your hand was impaled by the pieces of the plane metal. It was numb. Your whole hand was numb, but you didn’t care about that. So was your foot, you couldn’t feel it. But you didn’t care, all you cared about was trying to find Lexie.

“Y/N, we need to get that out of your hand. It’ll cause serious damage,” he tried to stop you from whatever you were doing.

“No, I can’t. I got to-I got to find,” you start to say, but trail off.

He sits you down on the mulch ground before you can protest, “This is going to hurt,” he whispers.

He pulled the metal plane out before you could even realize what was happening. You let out a piercing scream, he immediately ripped a piece of fabric from his scrubs and wrapped it around your hand.

Before you knew it he did the same thing with your foot, “You need to rest Y/N,” he told you, but you shook your head, pushing him away.

“No! Where’s, where’s-” you start to say again.

“Lexie!” Meredith scream and your head shot towards the sound of her name like a deer hearing the softest of footsteps.

You ran towards her to see her trapped over a piece of hunky plane metal. Her breathing was heavy as she couldn’t move.

“Y/N, is that you?” she whispered.

You nodded, immediately lying down on the floor next to her, “Yeah, yeah. It’s me. I’m right here,”

“I’m gonna die,” she whispered.

You shook your head quickly, “No, no! You are not dying. I am going to save you, do you understand?”

You started to get up from the ground when she grabbed your hand, squeezing it ever so softly. You were met with those beautiful brown eyes that you completely fell in love with. Then all the memories from when you first moved to Seattle and meeting Lexie flooded back.

“So I was thinking you and I go on a date tonight. Something casual, wine and pizza at my new place,” you asked, suggesting more to come out of the date.

The nurse had her head propped up onto her chin, “I’d really like that, but what’s for dessert?” she whispered back.

You were about to answer when someone shoved a chart in the nurse’s face. You looked to see a dirty blonde haired woman. She gave you a fake smile, “Hey, Dr. Grey?” you looked at her coat, “Have you seen uh Dr. Sloan?” you asked a dirty blonde hair girl.

She looks at you, slightly annoyed, “Another one of Mark’s suitors?” she asked and you shook your head.

“That is probably the grossest thing I’ve ever heard, I’m Y/N Sloan, Mark’s sister,” you told her, “I heard a lot about you,”

“That explains the flirting with the nurses, wait- Mark talks about me?” she asked and you nodded, “What does he say?”

“Well that depends are you the ‘dirty mistress’ Grey or ‘little’ Grey?” you return the question and she just internally rolls her eyes.

“Of course he says I’m the dirty mistress,” she whispered.

You were about to respond when someone called Meredith’s name. You followed the sound of the voice to see a beautiful brunette girl approaching the two of you. Your eyes widened slightly at the beauty of this one girl.

Her brown doe eyes caught your attention and you smiled ever so slightly, “Cristina needs you to help her with a CT scan. It’s for a patient,”

“Thank you Lexie,” she said, but before walking away she turns to you, “I’ll page Mark. Try not to flirt with any more nurses while you wait. We already had a case of syphilis, we don’t need another,”

You let out a heart laugh, “It was nice to finally meet the dirty mistress,” you teased and you knew it was going to be the start of a beautiful friendship.

“You know Mark?” the beautiful girl named Lexie asked.

You nodded, “Yeah, he’s my brother. I just moved here from Houston, got a call from Dr. Webber himself and was offered a job,”

“That explains the comment,” she mumbled and you just raised your eyebrows, “Mark’s known to be a player around here and by the looks of it, it runs in the family,”

“Well, you know what they say, the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree,” you said with a shrug.

She scoffed softly, “Is that my favorite Sloan?” you heard a familiar voice ask. You see Derek walking towards the two of you. You wrap your arms around them and pat his back in the process.

“I hope I’m your favorite Sloan,” you teased, “Where is my brother anyway?”

“I have no idea, but I heard you got a job here. You’re here to give me a run for my money huh?”

“Wait, your specialty is neuro?” Lexie asked.

“Yep and to answer your question Derek I am definitely going to give you a run for your money. Head of neuro will be mine,” you joked as he rolled his eyes.

“Did someone forget to tell me that my baby sister got a job at my hospital?” you heard his voice boom through the lobby. You rolled your eyes playfully as he hugged you.

“Why didn’t you tell me you got a job here or better question how many nurses numbers have you gotten?” he asked and the two of you laughed.

You reached into your pocket, pulling out pieces of paper, “I taught you well!”

Lexie who was still standing there scoffed as Derek just let out a sigh, “The two of you are insufferable,” she stated annoyed before walking away.

You looked at her as she walked away, “Is she single?”

“Nope, that’s off limits for the both of you. You’re not going to put her through that,” Derek stated and you let out a sigh.

You were snapped back into the harsh reality as Lexie tried her best to squeeze your hand, “Y/N, I still remember being on your service. You came to talk to me about our patient...” she was lost in thought before she started speaking again, “It was a Jane Doe after a tragic car crash and I was having a rough day because of my dad. Then you, you heard me snap at Meredith...”

She started to trail off and you nodded, “I remember,”

You were walking up to where Meredith and Lexie were talking. Meredith started to walk away as Lexie followed behind her. You posted at the nurse’s counter next to where they were standing to right down a quick note, when you heard them argue.

“My mother was born in March. He lied, he’s a liar. And I’m glad. Really, I’m glad that you found him charming. I’m sure he was delightful. He’s a blast after five drinks not so much after nine though, he gets a little weepy and mean,” you overheard her say.

You were about to walk away and find her later when she yelled, “He’s a drunk, Meredith. He probably came in and told you how wonderful you are. How sad he is that he doesn’t get to spend more time with you. You know, yesterday he told me I was his favorite daughter. The day before I was an ungrateful bitch. The week before he wrote me a check for 20,000 dollars because he said I deserved everything life had to offer because he was so proud of me. A lifetime’s worth of proud. So you can’t listen to anything he says,” her voice started cracking and your face softened, “Because it’s not about you. It’s about a pint and a half of Dewar’s. So thank you for letting me know I needed to keep a better eye on him. Thanks.”

She started to walk away and you stood in front of her trying to get her to calm down. You noticed the tears forming in her eyes, “No please don’t,” she pushed you away gently before walking away.

You immediately followed after her to the attendants break room. You looked the door behind you as she sat on the couch, placing her head in her hands. You walked over and sat right next to her, sitting there in silence.

There were a few moments of silence before you spoke up again, “I know what it’s like to have a drunk dad. You’re not alone. You don’t have to take this on all on your own,” you whispered, placing a hand on her shoulder, “If you want you can rest up in here. I can handle Jane Doe until you’re ready. If any of the attendants give you shit about being here, let them know I gave you permission. If you need anyone to talk to, I’m here,”

Lexie squeezed your hand, bringing you back from the memory, yet again, “That was the first time I saw you as an actual person. Not someone who just wanted to mess around with people’s feelings, an actual person,” she smiled softly through the pain, “But I didn’t fall in love with you until the night at my dad’s house. You came to pick me up to take me to Meredith’s party and my dad was drunk and he was mean and he-”

“I know, I remember,”

You pulled up to Lexie’s house. You were supposed to meet up with one of the many nurse’s you’ve been hooking up with it. But you cut it off, you cut them all off.

After you comforted her, all you could think about was her. How intelligent she was. How sweet and kind she tries to be with everyone around her. Yeah, she was beautiful, but she was so much more than that.

That’s the only time you’ve ever felt that towards anyone.

You knocked on the door, you waited patiently. One minute would pass and you decided to knock again. But no one answered.

You turned the door handle and surprisingly it opened. You looked around the room to see shattered glass all over the floor and Thatcher passed out on the couch.

Lexie was sitting on the kitchen floor. A deep cut on her forehead. Her eyes red and puffy as she swept the shattered glass with a small broom.

“Lexie! What happened?” she jumped at the sound of her voice.

She sniffled, “He-he got mean and he didn’t like that I was going out. He through his beer bottle at me, not just one either,”

You looked at the empty beer case next to the couch and you pulled her up from the floor. Immediately, pulling her out of that horrid house.

The car ride was silent as you felt your blood boil. You forgot all about Meredith’s party and went straight to your apartment. The two of you entered and you immediately grabbed your first aid kit.

Lexie sat on the kitchen counter as you stitched up her forehead. The two of you in a comfortable silence. Once you finished bandaging her, you helped her off the counter.

“Are you okay?” you whispered and she nodded with a tight lipped smile.

“I-I’m fine,” her voice cracked as tears poured out her eyes.

She let out loud sobs as she broke down onto the floor. You scooped her up in your arms to keep her from falling onto the floor.

You held her tight as she buried her face into your chest, “Shhh I got you. You’re safe now. You’re okay.”

That night she fell asleep in your arms. You picked her up and laid her gently onto your bed. You tucked her in, placing a soft kiss to her forehead.

“I promise I’m always going to protect you,”

You started to get up when she squeezed your hand, “Please just stay with me,”

From that night on, you decided to be better. To do better. To be someone she deserved.

But once you got there, it was too late.

You were going over to Mark’s house to surprise him with takeout, when you walked into something you didn’t ever want to walk in on.

Mark and Lexie were cuddled up on the couch. Their clothes on the floor as a blanket hanged loosely over it.

It was too late. You were too late.

“I thought you hated me for a while. Your whole demeanor changed around me,” Lexie said, her breathing still heavy.

You heard shouts from Meredith from behind you as Cristina kept on yelling for her shoe, “I could never hate you,”

You walked into the attendant’s break room to see Mark and Lexie being all couple-like, “Hey Y/N,”

You have them a tight lipped smile before going to pour your coffee, “You’re not supposed to be here,” you stated simply.

“What?” Lexie asked.

You didn’t look up from the coffee pot, “It’s the attendants’ break room. Residents aren’t allowed. You need to leave,”

“Y/N, seriously?” Mark asked.

“I don’t make the rules,” you whispered.

You could feel Lexie’s stare piercing at you, “It’s fine Mark, I’ll leave,”

“What’s going on with you, Y/N?” Mark asked.

“Nothing I’m fine,”

You don’t know what came over. You gave up on trying to be better. Do better. So there you were with a nurse sleeping on top of you and the only person you could think of was Lexie.

Then of course like it always does the worst happened. Lexie came bursting through the room, “I uh I’m sorry. But Hunt wants to meet with us, Mark, Derek, Meredith, Cristina, and Arizona,”

“I’ll be right there,” you threw on your clothes and walked right past her.

“What’s your problem with me?” she asked as you guys were walking to Hunt’s office.

“Nothing,”

“Obviously there’s something, you won’t even look at me,” she stated a hint of sadness in her voice.

“There’s nothing. We’re fine,”

“Just stop and talk to me!” she yelled.

“There’s nothing to talk about Lexie. You already have one Sloan in your life. You don’t need two. Remember the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree,” you snapped.

“Y/N, I’m dying,” she whispered and you shook your head. The adrenaline coursing through your body.

“No, you’re not dying today, okay?” you whispered.

You started to get up again when she grabbed her hand, “Please just stay with me. I have one more thing I want to say,”

“I always thought you were-you were a player. You didn’t want to settle down, you just wanted fun. But that didn’t stop me from loving you. If things were different, if we were different,” she whispered and your eyes started to tear up, “I never loved Mark the way I loved you. And he knew that, we both knew that.”

“Stop, okay? No goodbyes. You’re going to become and amazing neurosurgeon, Lexie. You have so much more to learn. A whole life ahead of you,” you told her, “You’ll settle down with kids and a husband or wife. Someone who makes you happy,”

It was her turn to shake her head, “I don’t get that. We will never get that together. I know you hate me, but Y/N, you’ll always be my favorite what if,”

That was all it took for you to get up. You don’t know what came over you, but you stood up and you tried lifting the stupid plane metal off of her. You let out a groan as you started pushing it off.

Hysterical strength is what they called it. When your adrenaline and your hormones and body chemistry kicks in during a dangerous situation. You pushed the plane right off of her.

Then started to immediately patching her up. Not too long later a rescue plane arrived. Lexie started falling in and out of consciousness.

You sat in the emergency room as your hand was getting checked out. They rushed Lexie back to the OR, you didn’t care if your hand lost all its function. All you cared about was her.

“I always knew,” Mark whispered to you as the two of you sat next to each other in the emergency room, “That she loves you and that you love her. I don’t know why I thought that I could get into the middle of it,”

He places his hand in your numb one, “She’s going to be okay,”

“The last thing she’s going to think about me is that I hated her. I never hated her,” I whispered.

You don’t know how long it was before the doctor came out, looking straight at me, “She’s okay and she’s asking for you.”

You shot out from your bed and rushed to her room. She sat there, her hair slightly messy as she gave you a small smile, “Hi,”

You immediately ran towards her, cupping her face as gently as possible, before pulling her closer. The two of your lips finally touching. It was magic. Sparks flying as the two of you kissed.

“I never hated you. I could never hate you. I’m sorry I was just so jealous and upset about you and-“ you started to ramble as you pulled away.

“I know,”

“I’ve loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you,” you whispered, “Please don’t ever leave me. You’re too special to be a what if,”

Fifteen years later

“So mommy used to have super strength?” your youngest daughter turned to Lexie and you chuckled softly.

Lexie nodded, “She still does. Whenever you’re in danger, mommy will help activate her super strength and help you,” Lexie bopped her nose as the two of you told her, her favorite bedtime story.

“She’s like the Hulk!” your son added and you laughed before ruffling his hair.

“You guys really set the bar for love stories didn’t you?” your teenage daughter asked, rolling her eyes playfully after hearing the semi true fairytale story for a thousandth time.

“Oh definitely. You can try to beat us, but you’ll fail,” you teased her and Lexie pushed you playfully.

You guys laugh, “Bedtime everyone!” Lexie announced.

“Goodnight,” the two of you said to your youngest daughter, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. Before hugging your son and daughter.

The two of you settled into bed as Lexie curled up into your arms. She placed her hand in yours, squeezing it ever so softly. The feeling of her hand in your once injured one was comforting.

“You’re my better half, did you know that?” you whispered, “You bring out the better half of me,”

“And you bring out mine,”

#grey’s anatomy imagines #lexie grey imagines #lexie grey x reader #lexie grey

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hi there! so i saw that you write about the mcu and dceu which is super cool bc i have this amazing idea of a story between me, the avengers, the guardians and the justice league (platonic ofc!) i was thinking about the three teams were preparing my birthday in a yard and while they are preparing everything, bruce banner is picking me up and him and i could get closer in a romantic way (mostly because he's my fav), and when i arrive everyone is suprising me and then we have a lot of fun 1/2

The Surprise Party | avengers, guardians, justice league fluff fic

Summary: Ignoring how they’re from different universes, the superheroes throw their friend an amazing surprise birthday party.

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There was a reason why the Avengers, the Guardians of the Galaxy, and the Justice League didn’t all get together: with that many superheroes, in one space, chaos was bound to break out. That chaos could be, quite literally, anything. From Iron Man challenging the Flash to an arm wrestling contest to Aquaman attacking Groot when he thought he was an enemy. Long story short, it just wasn’t a good idea . . . Until they found out that besides saving the world, all three teams had one thing in common: Y/N Y/LN.

Y/N had, to everyone’s astonishment, been on all three teams. Born as a Metahuman, she had started out on the Justice League team. Then, on a solo mission, she accidentally entered a black hole and bam! she found herself in another universe, and quickly bonded with the Guardians of the Galaxy. Eventually, it was determined that the Guardians couldn’t help her return to her home world - or universe - so she bid them goodbye and sought out the Avengers.

Y/N was the reason they had met. The reason that they knew of each other's universes. Now, seeing as her birthday was rapidly approaching, she was the reason they were coming together once more. Each superhero had their own connection with Y/N and adored her. Batman and Captain America were like father figures while Black Widow, Mera, and Wonder Woman were her mother figures, Furthermore, Aquaman and Thor were her mentors, Starlord, Iron Man, and Superman were like her big brothers, Gamora and Scarlet Witch were like her sisters, and Falcon, Rocket, Groot, Hawkeye, and Drax were her best friends.

There was someone else who fit into Y/N’s life in an entirely different way, though. That was the Hulk, aka Bruce Banner, who Y/N had a growing crush on. Coincidentally, his role in their birthday surprise was to be the distractor. He’d take Y/N out and about, staying as far away as possible from the Avengers Tower, while the other superheroes set up.

As expected, the planning hardly went smoothly.

Tony and Barry got into another confrontation, this time over Y/N’s choice of music (which went on until Mera and Wanda butted in with the music Y/N actually enjoyed), Arthur began to get on Natasha’s last nerves, and Rocket almost started eating her cake . . . and that was only a bit of what happened in the first half of the day.

Meanwhile, Bruce kept Y/N occupied. He took her out to her favorite breakfast place and breakfast was on him and then they filled the day at a carnival park. Bruce happily accompanied her on all the rides she wanted to go on (despite almost Hulking out multiple times) and even won Y/N some stuffed animals by throwing rings. He even got her lots and lots of cotton candy and then let her ride on his back when she got a stomach ache. All in all, though, it was a fun time. So fun that Bruce almost forgot that they had a party to get to!

Which is exactly why he frantically texted the groupchat that they were on their way and had to practically drag Y/N away from wanting to go on the ferris wheel for the third time. When confronted with questions, the lie that there was an emergency mission slipped off the brunette’s tongue -- probably not the smartest lie because Y/N had declared weeks before that if there were any missions on the week of her birthday, she wasn’t going -- but it worked long enough to keep her distracted, even if she was too busy with pouting and grumbling.

As they got closer and closer, Bruce could barely contain his excitement. Not only had he had a fantastic game, he was about to spend the night partying with the woman he had a crush on and celebrating her birthday. Who knows - maybe he’d even ask her out?!

When they got there, Y/N was ready to march inside and suit up, but Bruce tugging on her arm made her stop. Ignoring her endless questions and cries of frustration, he took his time leading her through the tower and into the backyard so the superheroes would have time to hide. Bruce let Y/N go before him and the moment she opened the doors, everyone jumped out wearing party hats and yelled: “SURPRISE!”

To say she was surprised would be a total understatement. In fact, she was so surprised that she stumbled back, directly into the scientist, and with his quick reflexes he steadied her and lightly nudged her forward and out of her shocked state. She had let out the biggest gasp that any of them had ever heard, her eyes went wide, and her hands flew over her mouth.

Slowly, she walked forward, overwhelmed by the sight before her. Not only were all her teammates - her friends, even family - together, but the place looked amazing. There were streamers, a big sign saying HAPPY BIRTHDAY, balloons, even a fake throne that Tony and Bruce had constructed earlier that week!

“Oh-oh my god, you guys . . . Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She cried out, jumping up and down.

Everyone smiled. “Of course, sweetheart,” Arthur said.

“Go sit on your throne - presents are up first!” Tony added.

Y/N immediately ran and jumped onto the big throne.

“Aren’t presents supposed to be last or something?” Clint muttered to Steve as they walked over.

“Yeah, but Tony keeps boasting on how good his present is,” Steve replied.

Everyone mingled on over there and Tony presented his birthday present, which was definitely over-wrapped, first. After the squeals she emitted, the others were next. Everyone had gotten her their own birthday present, but Arthur and Mera went over the top when they joined together with their powers to make Y/N something super special.

Afterwards, they spent the rest of the time absolutely PARTYING! They had a dance contest which JARVIS was the judge of and Y/N won, but the next round Y/N co-judged with JARVIS and they determined that Rocket and Barry were tied for first place, Peter and Clint tied for second place, and Bruce got third place. Then, they moved onto playing games (Y/N and Bruce teamed up and they CRUSHED everyone else, because they already had experience working together at the carnival that day) and finally, it was time for cake. Y/N got the biggest piece and, of course, Rocket and Arthur fought over the cake (Groot smacked them).

They partied until the sun came up, where everyone either fell asleep or had someone fall asleep on them. In the morning, everyone awoke, only to see Y/N still asleep, her head resting on Bruce’s shoulder and a blanket wrapped around them both. It was the most adorable sight they had ever witnessed and Bruce carried her to bed while Natasha took her shoes off. The superheroes left her to sleep in and she came downstairs a couple hours later, a breakfast full of waffles, pancakes, anything you could imagine waiting for her.

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4 times his friends posted you on their instagram + 1 time he did - mat barzal

a/n: I wrote this literally back in july so lets just ignore how idealistic this is regarding quarantine but im a slut for some barzy this is all fluff

word count: 4,733

summary: like the title says, some friends (with benefits?) to lovers + a tyson cameo, fluffy summer quarantine fic

tagging @davidpastrsnack so kate can get on the barzy train

To say the whole quarantine thing was an inconvenience was an understatement. School had ended online, your summer internship was cancelled, and it seemed like your summer would turn into an uneventful couple of months stuck in your apartment in, probably, the worst place to be stuck in during a pandemic: New York City.

Or so you thought.

You’d planned on having the most boring summer ever until your friend, Mat, had invited you to hole up away with him and a few friends in a lake house back in Vancouver. Well, friend was a loose term. The two of you were friends… just ones that kissed occasionally… and sometimes more than kissed. You’d met him about a year ago at a bar while he was out with his teammates after a game. A cliche meeting, but you hit it off instantly. Instead of ending up in his bed at the end of the night (which you would eventually end up at after a couple months), it turned into an exchange of numbers and an invitation to hang out later in the week.

You hadn’t thought anything of it at first, just thinking he was being friendly and wanting to end the conversation, so you were surprised to get a text the next day from an unknown number asking if you’d wanted to go on a bike ride.

Flashforward a year later and the two of you still went on bike rides together. At least, up until the pandemic started.

When the text came telling you to pack your bags for a month or so, you thought he was joking. Surely he couldn’t have meant you to join him in Vancouver over the summer? You were proven wrong when he showed up at your apartment the next day, two coffees in his hand.

“Uh, hi, Mathew,” you said hesitantly, opening your door to reveal your disheveled state, having just woken up.

“Why are you dressed like that? We have a plane to catch in four hours,” he said, pushing himself through your door, uninvited, to set the coffees on the counter.

“What are you doing here? What plane? You’re not supposed to be going out,” you reprimanded him for showing up unannounced and in the middle of quarantine.

“I told you we’re going to Vancouver, I know you read my text. Now let’s hurry up and pack, we gotta get going,” Mat rushed, already on the way to your bedroom.

You followed him after a brief moment once you’d processed what was going on. Mat had already pulled out your suitcase and set it on top of your bed by the time you entered the door. He was in the middle of rifling through your drawers and grabbing random garments to throw into the suitcase when you’d spoken again.

“You’re actually serious about this?”

“Of course I am. What better things do you have to do in a city on lockdown for an entire summer? Honestly, I’m doing you a favor,” he explained easily, turning back to grab more items.

“Oh, you’re doing me a favor? Thank you, Mat, for saving me from a summer of suffering. It’s not like I had other plans to find different internships or focus on my summer classes,” you replied sarcastically.

Mat rolled his eyes. “I am doing you a favor, and you’re doing me a favor by going. I need a hot piece of ass to get me through this, or I will lose my mind.” You slugged him on the shoulder in offense, but all he did was chuckle.

“And anyways, you can still do your classes in Vancouver. Instead of doing them locked in this apartment, you can do them lounged out under the Canadian sun. Preferably in a bikini,” he finished. You slugged his arm again, harder this time.

“In fact, you should take the red bikini, it makes your tits look amazing,” he said, noticing you shuffling through your swimsuits. You rolled your eyes at him but grabbed the red one anyway along with a couple others.

With both of you folding and packing, your bags were ready to go in record time.

“Alright, baby, let’s go.” And so you were off.

A week had gone by in total bliss. As much as you hated to admit it, Mat was right. Vacationing in Vancouver in a secluded lake house was a lot better than being alone in your apartment, even if you did still have classes to do. Mat teased you about it, but he always left you alone for a few hours in the day for you to focus on your work. Unless he really wanted something… like right now.

Mat had joined you laying on the couch while you were in the middle of annotating a book for class. He wiggled his way between your arms, causing you to break your hold on your book. He rested his head on your chest, arms wrapped around your middle, and nuzzled his face into your neck. Joining your hands back to your book and bringing your highlighter to the page, you continued to underline phrases you’d come back to later. A couple minutes passed in silence before Mat started sighing. And then he sighed again.

“What do you want?” you huffed out, closing your book with the pen marking your page.

“Let’s go swimming,” he said, pushing up to his elbows to look at your face.

“I have to finish, like, three more chapters today,” you explained.

“You can do that later. I want to go swimming now,” Mat whined.

“You know you sound like a petulant child right now, right?” you asked, moving a hand to his head, pushing his hair back as he pouted.

“Stop using big words on me. Let’s swim,” he said, rolling his eyes.

You paused to think about it for a moment, “Hmm… okay, I guess,” you said with a smile. Mat returned your smile with one of his own before hopping up to drag you to your room to change. It didn’t take much to convince you to swim. It was a really nice day out, and you didn’t really care to finish reading about 17th century philosophy.

You changed into your red bikini, Mat swapped his shorts for a pair of swim trunks, and threw on a backwards baseball cap. You went out back to join the rest of his friend group, who were in the process of loading up the boat with supplies and equipment.

“Oh, look, if it isn’t Brainiac and the Beast. Are you two finally going to go boating with us?” Tyson shouted from the dock. You rolled your eyes at his nickname they created for you and Mat. It had only been a week in Vancouver, but the chirps about you and school were tired by now.

“Princess here wants to swim in the pool, maybe next time!” you shouted back, pointing to Mat.

They laughed at your response, turning their attention back to the boat and running supplies to and from the house. You turned your attention back to Mat, who was taking off his hat and was about two seconds away from jumping in the pool.

“Mathew, stop!” you yelled out, “Get your ass over here!”

“What is it?” he asked, stopping just short of the deep end. He grumbled before marching over to you.

“You need to put sunscreen on first, dumbass,” you reprimanded. As you turned your back to grab the bottle of sunscreen, he rolled his eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me, Mat,” you said sharply, turning back to face him with a raised eyebrow.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, baby.”

You ignored him, opening the cap and squeezing lotion onto your hands. You gestured him to turn around, and you spread the lotion over it, making sure to rub it into his shoulders.

“I don’t see why I have to put sunscreen on. It’s not even that hot outside,” he muttered.

“First of all, you’re a dumbass. Second of all, heat doesn’t automatically mean the UV rays aren’t strong. And lastly, you’re white, baby, you’ll burn like a sun-dried tomato and being in water only increases the amount of sun you’re exposed to,” you explained, reaching up to rub some on his face.

“Sorry, Miss Meteorologist,” he grumbled, clearly not happy he’d lost this argument.

“One of us has to have brains. We can’t all get by on our good looks and skating ability,” you replied, slapping his cheeks when you were done for good measure.

“Okay, well, if you’re finally done,” you nodded in confirmation, “Let’s go.” He picked you up from under your thighs and ran at full speed towards the pool before you could even process what was happening. You screamed his name in protest begging him to put you down, claiming you hadn’t had time to put on sunscreen yet. He ignored you as he jumped into the deep end, dragging you with him.

You emerged from the water clinging to Mat’s wet body, your hair sopping and hanging over your face like you had come straight out of the movie The Grudge. Mat was laughing at your chaotic look, knowing you were well pissed at him. You jumped higher in the water on top of him to dunk his head under and tried your best to drown him.

It wasn’t until you were relaxing on the couch later that night doing your routinely social media scroll that you saw one of the guys recorded your sunscreen interaction by the pool, you calling Mat a dumbass, and him throwing you in the pool onto their instagram story with a caption “all these two do is fight” with some laughing crying emojis added for effect.

After a long day or hiking, you’d immediately crashed on the couch once you’d gotten back to the house, not bothering to walk all the way to your room. It was only early in the afternoon but you’d been out since sunrise, and dealing with people for hours on end had drained you. The group laughed at you as you plopped your body down onto the couch, curling your head under your arm instead of grabbing the pillow two feet away from you. The rest of them gathered in the kitchen, refueling their bodies with assorted snacks as they started popping open bottles of beer, ready to start the night. It seemed that even an entire day on their feet had not emptied them of their, seemingly endless, energy.

“Jesus Christ, we hiked for, like, six hours and you’re all still bouncing off the walls,” you sighed deeply.

“We’re about to go hit the boat and go water skiing, too. I’m assuming you’re too tired to join us?” Tyson teased.

“I will not be joining you because unlike some people, I need a nap. Now get out of here, you’re all giving me a headache,” you said, pinching your fingers on the bridge of your nose to emphasize your point.

They all snickered but kept quiet as they shuffled around, packing up more food to take outside. You heard the sliding door shut and close a few times as they ran in and out before it was finally silent. You let out a sigh of relief as you took solace in the calm quiet.

That was until you felt a pair of arms shifting you closer to the edge of the couch. You peeked one eye open to see Mat rolling your body over to give him some space as he climbed over your body to nestle himself between you and the back cushions.

“Not going out on the boat?” You asked as he tucked a pillow under the both of your heads and pulled a blanket over your bodies.

“No. They’re exhausting. I need some time for myself,” Mat replied, wrapping his arm around your middle to pull you into his chest.

“No offense, but if you’re with me, you’re not by yourself,” you explained, closing your eyes again as you settled into a comfortable position.

“Yeah, but you’re you. You don’t exhaust me,” he said quietly. You didn’t know what to say to that, so you didn’t answer. Within a few seconds you heard Mat’s breathing even out, and you followed quickly behind him into a deep sleep.

A couple hours passed in a dreamless sleep when you heard the sliding of doors and laughter travel through the house. It stirred you from your sleep and you both shifted around, letting out displeased groans.

“Are they both still asleep?” You heard one of them ask from the kitchen. Neither of you wanted to answer in hopes they would leave you two to continue sleeping.

You were sadly mistaken.

“Hey! Sleeping beauties! Time to get up!” Tyson shouted from somewhere above you.

You both groaned out a “Fuck off, Tyson,” without opening your eyes, both of you giving him the middle finger. Tyson laughed to himself and you expected him to keep bothering you, but you heard his footsteps lead away from the couch. You turned over on your other side, tucking your face into Mat’s neck before falling back asleep.

When you woke up later that evening, you checked instagram again to see Tyson posted a new story. It was the video of him bothering you two and flipping him off with a caption that said “I get no respect around here :(“

It had been raining all day. Which meant everyone was stuck inside watching movies and eating pizza. It didn’t take long for you to get bored of lounging on the couch, especially when all they wanted to do was watch Fast and Furious movies. You sat on the loveseat you were sharing with Mat, and you distracted yourself from the boring movie by tangling your hands in your hair, French braiding the strands into pigtails mindlessly. You unbraided and rebraided your hair into a fishtail after the pigtails, and then into a regular braided ponytail after that. You let yourself get caught up in daydreams as you stared blankly at the TV when Mat started tugging on your leg. Dropping your braid, you finished tying it off with a hair tie and turned to look at him.

“Let me practice on you,” Mat said quietly.

“Practice what?” You asked.

“Braiding,” he said, shuffling to sit upright. He tried to gently push you off the couch until you got the hint and moved to sit between his legs on the floor.

“You think you can do it?” You asked, ready to offer him a demonstration.

“I’ve been watching you for the past half hour, I got this,” he replied, pulling out your hair tie. You rolled your eyes at his confidence, but let him continue unraveling the strands.

Every few minutes Mat would sigh exasperatedly before pulling out the twists he’d made to start over. Eventually, he’d almost gotten all the way to the end of your hair before he sighed again, clearly fed up by how long this was taking him. You didn’t say anything as he restarted for a third time, going for a straight back braid instead of a French braid.

After another ten minutes, Mat had finally completed his simple braid, tying your hair off with the tie. He tapped your shoulder to indicate he was done, and you pulled the long tail over your shoulder to look at it.

It was a braid.

An extremely loose one where he mixed up the strand order in a couple places, but a braid nonetheless. You turned around to get back up on the couch, and you were met with his triumphant smile.

“Good job, bud,” you complimented, leaving the braid in as you resumed your previous position on the couch.

You checked your phone to find a notification of a new story tag. You opened the app to see a picture of you on the floor, staring at the TV while Mat had his hands twisted in your hair and a confused look on his face and tongue poking out of his mouth. Next to your instagram tag was “he’s been knotting her hair on purpose for 20 minutes now”

Your final exams for the summer classes you were taking were in a week. Finals stressed you out more than anything else in the world, and when you were stressed, you did a lot of baking. A lot of baking. After finishing your finals study schedule and nearly breaking down almost twice because of the amount you had to get done, you decided to start baking instead of going to sleep. So, at 3 in the morning when everyone was asleep, you’d turned on the oven and brought out the bowls.

It began with a few dozen cookies. You figured everyone could at least enjoy the cookies. Who didn’t like cookies?

Cookies turned into muffins, muffins into cupcakes, and then cupcakes into pies. By the time everyone was waking up, it was nearly eleven in the morning. You’d gone to the store twice and had taken a few twenty minute naps while you waited for your desserts baked in the oven. And right now, you were in the middle of finishing off some cinnamon rolls for breakfast

“Oh my god, what the hell happened here?” Mat had asked with a scared expression, taking note of the disastrous kitchen. You didn’t answer him as you were topping off the rolls with some icing.

A few more bodies had gathered in the kitchen and began to fill the seats at the countertop while they watched you with worried eyes.

“What?” You asked innocently, placing the plates of cinnamon rolls in front of all of them. Their eyes followed you carefully as you pulled more goods out of the oven where you were keeping them warm. Plate after plate you set on the counter, all the cookies and muffins and cakes.

“How long have you been up?” Tyson asked cautiously. You swear you’ve never heard him use a softer voice than right now.

“I’m not sure. I never went to sleep, I guess? What time is it now?” You asked, pulling out glasses for orange juice.

“Nearly noon. You seriously didn’t sleep?” Tyson asked. The others had delved into the confections, eyes bouncing between the two of you as they stuffed their faces.

“She’s stress baking,” Mat replied quietly, helping himself to a cinnamon roll.

“What the hell is tress baking?” One of the other guys asked.

“Yeah she does this when she’s stressed. Usually when finals are coming up,” Mat said, directing it more towards you than his friend. You gave him a sheepish look, deciding not to comment since he already answered for you.

Mat was used to your stress baking as it resulted in you showing up at his place in the middle of the night with bags full of pastries in the late hours of the evening. It was always against his diet and he frequently gave most of your desserts to his neighbor, but he could never tell you no when you arrived with gifts.

“Well, I’m all out of flour, so, I’m going to run to the store again to get some more supplies so I can make a chocolate cake later,” you said hurriedly.

You did a quick double check of the kitchen, flashing all the guys a bright smile before heading out the door with your purse in hand, all of them staring until the front door shut behind you.

When you came back, you found Mat in the kitchen doing the dishes and nearly all the sweets you’d baked earlier were eaten or wrapped and put away. Maybe there was a plus side to being in a home with five other people.

“Mat, you don’t have to do that,” you said, setting your groceries down and hip checking him away from the sink.

“You’re already stressed, I figured doing the dishes would take away some of that,” he said with a shrug. He continued rinsing out some bowls as you gave him a small smile.

The two of you continued to wash the dishes in silence, moving to clean the countertops when you were done. After half an hour, the mess you’d made was gone and any signs of a baking breakdown had been erased.

It was a shame you were about to tear up the kitchen all over again.

“How about this,” Mat said, noticing the frown on your face at the thought of making another mess, “Let’s have a competition.”

You quirked your eyebrow, “I’m listening.”

“You said you were making a chocolate cake, right? How about we see who can make the better cake,” Mat propositioned.

You raised both your eyebrows this time. You both knew you were the better baker by a long shot. You did have this same breakdown at least twice a year. You weren’t even sure Mat knew how to make anything that didn’t come with box instructions or included possible salmonella-inducing ingredients.

You knew what he was really trying to do. He was trying to distract you from all the stress, and he knew you couldn’t turn down a competition. You were just as bad as him when it came to winning. Thankfully, this was something you knew you’d win.

“Fine, but I hope you’re prepared to lose,” you agreed with a smile.

“I don’t know, I have been practicing my cooking skills lately,” he said, grabbing the bowls he’d just dried off.

“Yeah, I’ll believe that when I see it,” you replied with an eye roll and heavy sarcasm.

You joined him in gathering all the ingredients and materials on the counter, setting up your respective stations. Mat divided the workspace in half, drawing a line in flour which made you laugh. You split the bowls between the sides and set up the ingredients on the second counter just like an actual cooking show.

“Okay, ground rules first. Half an hour to make the cakes, we bake them at the same time, and then another half hour for decorating at the end,” you explained, tying your hair back in a ponytail. Mat nodded at your statement and set a timer on his phone for 30 minutes.

“Ready.”

“Set.”

“Go!”

After about two hours, your creations were done. Well, they were supposed to be. Mat’s cake looked more or less like a brown lump coated in frosting and stripes. You’d tried your best to decorate yours with small chocolate roses, but you could’ve turned out a plain cake and probably would have done better.

“I think I won,” you stated confidently.

“You’re not allowed to decide, you’re biased! I’ll make a poll on my story,” Mat said, going to grab his phone.

“You can’t do that, your followers are going to pick yours.”

“Fine, we’ll get someone else to do it— Josty! Come here,” Mat called to his friend passing through the kitchen. He hesitantly walked over to where you were, not wanting to come in the middle of whatever you two were shouting about.

“We need you to make an instagram poll to see who’s cake looks better. Oh, and you’re going to taste test them,” you said, picking up your cake to pose for a picture as Mat did the same. Tyson sighed before realizing you two were serious and he opened his app to take a picture.

He added the photo to his story with a poll asking “Which one is better?” With two options, Y/N’s or Mat’s.

After you set the cakes back down, Tyson picked up a fork before stabbing them to pick out a chunk from each. He ate yours first, nearly moaning at the taste.

“Holy shit, this is, like, the best cake I’ve ever eaten,” Tyson said, shoveling down another forkful. You gave Mat a shit-eating grin.

“Okay, okay, try mine now,” Mat said, displeased. Tyson rolled his eyes before forking out some of his.

“Uh,” he coughed, “it’s a little,” cough, “dry.”

“What? No, it’s not! Let me try,” Mat shouted, outraged, and grabbed Tyson’s fork to try for himself.

It took him two seconds before he was spitting the cake into a napkin.

“Fine. You win,” Mat conceded, throwing a dish towel against the counter in mock fury.

You gloated for another 5 minutes, pointing out Mat’s terrible baking skills as Tyson continued to eat your cake and laugh at Mat.

You won the instagram poll too.

+ 1

It was the last week before you and Mat were flying back to New York. The past month had passed quickly, and Mat needed to get back for the start of training camps. As the summer began to end, the whole crew thought they’d spend one last day on the boat before everyone started parting ways.

It’s not like you were opposed to being on boats, but when all the guys did was water sports and no one wanted to slow down to teach you, it wasn’t as fun.

Today, however, had been quite calm as you sat against the front of the boat, a seltzer in hand as you watched Tyson wakeboarding in the back. Mat was curled up behind you as you leaned back against his chest, tanned skin shining in the summer sun. You reached back to grab the baseball cap off his head, placing it on yours to shield your eyes from the sun. You’d forgotten to bring sunglasses, and you figured Mat could part with his hat since he had a pair.

The day passed peacefully as all the guys took turns until it was sunset. Mat had joined you back on the seat, skin wet from just getting out of the water. He wrapped you in his arms before pulling you onto his lap, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.

“Hey, Tys, take a picture of us real quick,” Mat said, shoving his phone into Tyson’s chest.

You thought nothing of it, you and Mat had taken many pictures together, and this was no different. Mat rested his chin on your shoulder, his arms wrapped around your stomach as you both gave your cheesiest smiles to the camera. A quick shutter indicated the picture was taken and Tyson gave Mat his phone back.

Mat called your name from your bed as you stood in the adjoined bathroom, finishing your nightly routine.

“Hey, do you mind if I post that picture of us on my instagram?” Mat called out.

“The one from the boat? Why?” You asked, drying off your face with a towel.

“It’s a cute picture,” he shrugged when you reentered the room.

“People are going to start talking if you do,” you warned with a cautious tone.

He paused for a second.

“Would that be such a bad thing?” Mat asked quietly, looking up to meet your eyes.

You stayed silent as you climbed in under the covers.

“What are you trying to say, Mat?”

He took a deep breath, “I think you’re amazing, you know that. And we’ve been friends for so long, it kind of feels natural, doesn’t it?” His fingers began tapping against the sheets anxiously as he held his breath and waited for your response.

You gave him a small smile, moving your body around to fully face him.

“It does,” you agreed, “But if you want us to be something more, you’re going to have to ask me on a date first.”

“A date? After I’ve already gotten you into bed? What’s the point?” You knew he meant it as a joke since he could barely finish the sentence without laughing, but you gently slapped his head as he began to apologize.

“I’m kidding!” He said between chuckles, “Will you go on a date with me once we get back to New York and it’s safe to go out again?”

“I’d love to, Mat,” you replied, leaning in to give him a sweet kiss.

“I’m still going to post that photo tomorrow, though,” he said after a short pause, smiling against your lips.

The next day when Mat had gone on a fishing trip with the guys, you saw a notification pop up on your phone.

“@barzal97 tagged you in a photo”

You unlocked your phone.

“Isolation isn’t so bad when you have this girl to spend it with”

#mat barzal #mat barzal imagine #nhl imagines #hockey imagine #nhl fic #my writing #isles13

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hopesallwegotleft · 2 years

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Tradition

Late submission for day 6 of the @supermassivebigbang theme week. (Hopefully not too late, but if it is please ignore it. I don’t wanna cause you guys extra work with all you’re organizing already.)

Pairing: Jason/Salim Characters: Jason Kolchek, Salim Othman, Zain gets mentioned Rating: PG Words: 625 Summary: Mostly fluff of Salim making a traditional Iraqi cookie with Jason around. Also set in the old post-canon setting where Jason and Salim have moved to London with hush money wrung from CENTCOM.

He steers the wooden pin by its handles, rolling it out over the dough in front of him. The weight of the pin flattens the mixture into an even spread. It is a simple, familiar task that he connects to his childhood home.

He’d sit in the kitchen in the late hours of a sunny afternoon, smelling cardamom and hearing muffled laughter as his parents worked to prepare kleicha together. At the start of his marriage, he’d asked his ex-wife to prepare the cookies together with him dozens of times. He’d even gotten Iman to smile as his mother used to.

The pin skips over the dough as he remembers what happened after.

Years into their marriage, they had stopped cooking together. Iman had been too busy. She occupied her time with Zain, or her friends, or anything else. And then they had separated.

He rerolls the pin to fix his earlier mistake as he hears someone approach. From the footfalls, Salim knows it is Jason entering the kitchen of their London apartment. Neither Zain nor Jason are particularly loud when they move about, but Jason’s footsteps stick to a steady cadence, like he marches to a silent beat.

He spots the brim of a green cap sneaking into his peripheral vision, followed by the rest of Jason’s face. A pair of hands come up to rest on his hips. Jason traps him against the counter, folding the length of his warm body against his back and pressing a kiss to the base of his neck.

“Need a hand?” Jason asks, propping his chin on Salim’s shoulder.

Salim shakes his head once. “We only have one rolling pin. And your hands are already full.”

“Damn right they are,” Jason says, his tone suggestive. Salim draws in a sharp breath when Jason’s hands slide down to squeeze his ass.

He turns his head a little, just enough to look Jason in the eye.

“Behave, Jason,” he warns.

“Alright, alright,” Jason smiles, drawing closer still. The hands brush back up, passing his hips and sliding over his stomach as he is wrapped up in Jason’s arms. Jason is careful, maneuvering his arms low and close to Salim’s body. It ensures Jason stays out of the way of potential elbow jabs as his own spread arms move back and forth, working the pin.

The side of Jason’s face presses up against his own, clean-shaven skin rubbing against his stubble. Then Jason stops, hands frozen over his stomach as he takes in all the ingredients laid out on the counter.

“Oh, shit. You’re making those date cookies again. That ‘cause Zain’s back?”

“Mhm,” he hums, looking forward to sharing the cookies with his little family. They may not form the most conventional family unit, nor did they follow the traditional path to one, but there is no person he loves more than his son or his partner.

Jason’s hands smooth down his stomach one final time, then he disentangles himself, stepping up to the counter beside him. “Teach me,” he says. “I wanna learn how to make kleicha.”

He pauses his rolling, seeing Jason glance at the date paste used for the next step before looking him in the eye. He blinks back, knowing how impatient Jason gets.

“...They take a while to prepare.”

Jason shrugs, like it’s nothing to him, and Salim feels his airways constrict. He swallows down the sudden tightness in his throat while Jason narrows his eyes, smirking at him.

“What? You worried Zain will like ‘em better when I make ‘em?”

His heart soars, ready to fly out of his chest, and he can’t control his face enough to stop smiling. “First you are washing your hands, or you are not making anything, hayati.”

#hoathemeweek #TraditionSaturday2nd #Jason Kolchek #Salim Othman #Jalim #my writing

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Spicy Sunday 🌶🌶 Molly cheap thrills was such a surprise - loved it! The flirting 😍 Now we need to fill in the blanks of what happened when Kate brought him home

Absolutely LOVED Cheap Thrills!!!!! Your writing is constantly amazing, I get so excited every time you post! Would it be too much to request more from this universe, maybe some spice🌶? Wishing you a great upcoming week, love from Canada🇨🇦

so…. cheap thrills spicy sunday?

also klepto drunk molly is very unexpected yet welcome

So I hadn't planned to write this AU really. But I told @readandbemerry but my drunk antics and Cheap Thrills was born! A pair of glasses isn't even my weirdest trophy. I once came back from the bathroom wearing a crown that to this day neither my friends or myself can explain. I have no memory of it. It looks like the kind of thing Julius Caesar would wear.

Okay! Let's do some Spice in this Universe, but I also feel like... you already know how it goes. It was in Kate's drink order 😏😏😏😏😏

Anthony really wasn't sure how he ended up in the back of a taxi with Kate Sharma's lips nipping at his neck, her hand settled on his thigh. He hadn't been able to help himself last night, Someone had stumbled, on their way into the bar, and instinctively his hands had reached out to steady them and suddenly he'd been staring down at most probably the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Her dark hair tumbling around her shoulders, her eyes wide with surprise, her smile apologetic as she mumbled Sorry.

"No worries, Hey-" But she was gone. And Anthony spent the next few hours staring at her laughing across the bar. He'd taken his glasses off to clean them, turned around and suddenly there was a much smaller woman staring up at him.

"Are you a good guy?"

Anthony had been startled but stuttered to answer "Yes. Yeah. Umm I think so. Maybe. No, Yes, I am."

She nodded. "And you're how old?"

"Twen-Twenty-nine?"

"And have you ever killed anybody?"

Benedict beside him had laughed bemusedly, "No!"

"And you have a stable job? You're not like... I don't know making t-shirts from the boot of your car or working on your garage band?"

"I'm a barrister?" He really had no idea what was happening but something was compelling him to answer.

"And your name is?"

"Anthony?"

The woman stared at him scrutinisingly for a moment before saying. "Give me your arm." His arm shot out of its own accord, "Well, Anthony," She was writing something on his arm in felt tip, "You should call Kate. Because you've been eye fucking her all night and she stole your glasses 5 minutes ago."

And then she was gone as well, and Anthony had just stared like a stunned mullet as she followed Kate from the bar, his hand already fumbling for his phone.

"You have to call that Girl." Benedict had said a little incredulously but Anthony was already dialling, his heart racing, it just seemed too good to be- Hi this is Kate Sharma, I can't come to the phone right now but leave a message and I'll get back to you. Maybe not too good to be true.

And then He'd seen her at the bar again, her black dress hugging her body, his glasses perched on top of her head like a trophy, even more beautiful than he'd remembered and it had taken everything in him not to march up to her and claim her lips right there. He wasn't really sure what to expect from a woman who engaged in petty theft when drunk and honestly, she seemed mortally embarrassed by it. But other than that, she was razor sharp. Her witty remarks as sharp as her cheekbones, standing toe to toe with him, drawing him closer with each new fact about herself, and before the bartender had even taken his money, Anthony had known he was going to ask her to dinner, and probably out again after that.

He really hadn't expected her to invite him home, hadn't been looking for it, but that wasn't going to stop him from standing and fumbling over himself as they left the restaurant. As he fumbled around on his phone ordering a taxi he could feel her eyes on him, staring curiously. He turned to face her as he hung up, nerves building in his stomach. Their eyes locked together, and jesus she was beautiful, maybe too beautiful in the bright city lights, tension building between them.

"Can I kiss you?" It swept from his chest a little unbidden.

She'd stepped closer to him, her hand on his chest, burning there. And then he dipped his head and their lips met, and it had never felt like this before. Her lips were moving against his, meeting them just like her banter had, perfectly in sync after just seconds, his hands moving to grip her waist, tugging her tight against him, her hands threading through his hair as the kiss deepened, his leg slipping between hers and-

"Oi!" A car horn sounded startling them apart. "If you get in mate, you might avoid getting arrested." The taxi driver was rolling his eyes, Kate ducking her head a little embarrassedly as Anthony pulled her inside, murmuring her address before her teeth started nipping at his neck, heat building between them.

By the time they reached her flat it had reached a slightly desperate stage, hands fumbling down the corridor, his chest pressing against her back as she fumbled with her keys, a low whine escaping her as he ducked his lips to her collarbone, sucking lightly against it, his teeth following, falling through the door as it swung open. Kate's hands were dragging him down a small corridor, her eyes locked on his.

"I don't um... do this that often, I'm sorry if this is... weird?" She started a little awkwardly, breaking the bubble forming around them, Anthony ducked his head cutting her off with another kiss.

"I have to say, this is definitely the weirdest way anyone's ever flirted with me, and I fucking loved it." Her eyes widened, staring back at him, tension thick in the air. And then she moved, her hands releasing his forearms, sliding to her own back, a zipper drawn down and Anthony felt his mouth drop open. staring. Frozen.

"Are you going to-?" Her fingers playing with the hem of his sweater, her voice soft pulling him from his reverie.

"Oh my god, Yes. Sorry, You're just really pretty and I got a little distracted." Anthony couldn't keep the grin off his face as he tugged his sweater over his head, obscuring her eye roll, tugging his jeans off seconds later.

She was staring at him now, her eyes glazing a little.

"So maybe your mum and I do share the same opinion." her hands were tight on his bicep tugging him back to her.

"I knew it."

And then his lips were on hers again, her exposed skin, setting his on fire as their teeth clashed, tongues tangling, her hips moving against his leg between hers.

"What do you want, Kate?"

She looked a little wild as she stared back at him, her voice rough, her lips tugging upwards in a catlike smile, "Mine's a slow screw against the wall."

A whine escaped his chest, his hands tugging on her legs, lifting them to wrap around her turning them, until she's pressed firmly against the wall, trapped against him. Her smile nearly too bright. His eyes questioning, her legs tightening around him. A gasp given together as their hips started moving together, push and pull, his forehead falling against hers, his spine shivering with the little noises she made as he moved against her, her hands tight in his hair. His glasses still perched on her head, forcing a slightly possessive growl from his chest. Heat building in his stomach slowly, simmering, a steady pace, the noice echoing through the room like his heartbeat Oh My god, Anthony, Anthony, Fuck Fuck, Anthony. Her eyes blown even wider as she shuddered against him, falling apart all around him But Anthony held her together, his arms tight around her as he pulled her from the wall, stumbling a little in the few steps, her breathing ragged in his ear as he laid back against the mattress, forcing him to straddle her.

Kate stared down at him, clearly a little surprised, his own voice rough,

"I like to see a woman on top." a small shrug escaping him.

A slightly breathless laugh bursting from her, as she started to rock against him. "We thank you for your feminist efforts."

Whatever witty response he was going to make died on his lips as she started moving in earnest, her fingernails digging into his chest, his hands tightening on her hips encouraging her against him, pushing him closer and closer to the edge, choked words falling from his lips. Holy Fuck, So beautiful, you're so incredible, Needy, greedy gasps, Again, Kate. Kate Kate Kate, Again Please. A soft cry breaking free from her chest, and he fell over the edge as well.

Kate collapsed again him, reaching up and plucking his glasses from the top of her head, her shoulders still heaving as she fought for breath, sliding his glasses back on his face. Her smile a little brilliant.

"I knew you'd look better with them on."

A breathless laugh from his own lips. "Next time you fuck me, I'll wear them for you, Catwoman."

This got way too long, I'm sorry

#anthony bridgerton: *sees kate* *immediately simps*#cheap thrills #spicy sunday🌶#kathony #anthony x kate #anthony bridgerton #kate sheffield #kate sharma #molly's asks and answers

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intothewickedwood · 2 years

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Once Upon A Time Rewatch: 7x22 Leaving Storybrooke

Omg it’s the finale! This is wild! To think I started writing my thoughts on each episode every week on April 6th, 2019. It’s been very nearly 3 years! And now here we are! It’s been so fun and I’ve loved having this little outlet to express myself. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed rewatching and analysing. What a journey it’s been. Thank you to everyone who’s read or interacted with these posts in any way! I hope you stick around to read my views on Once Upon a Time in Wonderland starting next week!

Here we go, me writing an ouat recap one last time!

The dwarfs! Granny! Archie!

Good Lord, Margot nearly ran Grumpy over! You just know it’s cause she didn’t have her glasses on. Put your glasses on, girl!

Ha! She listened! Cause she definitely wasn’t wearing them at the start of their journey. It must have been a wild and dangerous ride to sb.

I can’t believe Gothel and Drizella messed up her eyesight for the curse. Drizella was probably jealous of her and Alice and thought, “hmm, I know what I’ll do,…make her wear glasses mwahahahaha!”

Jokes on you, Driz! Her glasses are awesome.

Jesus! Granny was gonna straight up shoot them with a crossbow! What the hell Granny?! That’s extreme. Now they’re running at them with pickaxes! Oh my God!

Love Alice and Robin’s little adventure.

Zelena! I missed you!

Little Robin sticking her tongue out at her older self and older Robin looking horrified lol.

It must be so weird for past!Zelena to see her grown up daughter. And I guess for Robin to see her younger self.

“… that magic bean hiding in the cupboard.” Of course there is. Rumple is screaming in the distance.

There in the snow globe! I got caught in the snow on Thursday. It was suddenly like a blizzard. It’s weird it was snowing in March but it’s not the first time that’s happened. But my poor doggy, Happi, got caught in it too and she has a cold. Luckily, she had her adorable winter coat on, and we carried her like a princess, wrapping her in my own coat like a burrito for good measure. She seemed to enjoy herself haha.

Oh! How have I never caught this part?! Wish Rumple, or rather Wish Henry, stripped Rumple of his powers and immortality! So, Rumple’s kinda got what he wanted already. Wow, the Author is so freaking powerful that he can even take the Dark One’s power away. I always wondered how Rumple could suddenly die so easily. The only issue is that if his magic was taken, he shouldn’t have been able to rip out his own heart. And also, he probably should have taken out Wish Hook’s own heart first. Though I’m guessing that was impossible and maybe Hook’s shrunk like in Wicked with Boq.

Jared is so good at being a villain. I remember Lana was so proud. Me too Lana. Me too. Remember when he was ten???!

Where do they all get these magic-hindering cuffs from? I thought Pan made them? There even in the Wish Realm? I guess Wish Pan could have brought them with him.

But he hasn’t saved her. He’s a different Henry.

The way he grabs her arm and slashes her hand. Ruthless!

In the Wish Realm stories are written in blood and tears? I thought the Wish Realm was a happy place, where the good guys prevailed over the Evil Queen. I’ve been lied to!

I know Regina loved Robin but come on?? Facilier’s only just died! I would have preferred if she had seen Facilier in her dream, but I am biased.

Is Regina having some kinda magic dream here? Did Robin’s supposedly destroyed soul somehow make his way into Regina’s dream? Or else, how did she get the feather?

Aww Rumple and Wish Killian bonding!

The fact that Alice had Maui’s Hook suggests she must have wished for it. Her wish magic is so powerful and was so underutilised! She can summon things from other realms. She can summon anything! I wonder if she can summon people across realms. I would have thought she could if she just wished for them.

And now I’m sad, because, if only Killian had used Maui’s hook to free Alice straight away. *cries forever*

I love that they make it clear Alice still has magic. I think that the only additional powers she had as the Guardian were the abilities to sense the dagger and absorb the darkness.

The way Alice shakes herself as though scolding herself after she approaches her father. I’ve shook myself like that so many times. And Robin’s right there to comfort her straight away.

Oh, he is King Henry! I thought so.

Did Wish Henry run out of ink? I guess Cruella’s hair only contained so much.

I’m still sad they didn’t make the Blue Fairy the ultimate big bad of the show. They had such an opportunity in s6, and it would have made so much sense. God, I wish she was the final villain and had a villain monologue about how she orchestrated everything and how she even played Rumplestiltskin so that he’d cast the first dark curse. She was the one who told him about the curse in the first place. God, it would have been the perfect end. In my heart she’s the big bad. I do feel sorry for the Wish Blue fairy. She’s gonna live out her worst nightmare forever. That sucks.

Rumple is sad that the magic of the Guardian is gone, and he seems to believe that because of that he’ll never be able to get back to Belle, but all the Guardian could do was free him of the darkness. Isn’t the darkness technically gone if his Dark One magic and immortality have been taken. I guess the darkness could still live within him.

Poor Killian. Alice needs you! Stay strong, buddy!

Aww Robin asking for his blessing.

Curious Archer have been courting for 10 years. Holy bananas! It makes me wonder if there were laws in the NEF preventing them from getting married.

And they’re both so happy! This is so sweet!

Robin: “I don’t care what we’re up against. No matter what, you are walking Alice down that aisle.” God bless.

How’s he gonna take on all those guards on his own? I guess Robin’s gonna shoot arrows at them from afar but still.

Regina was so freaking scared. It looked like that guard was gonna stab Henry. But then, has Wish Rumple taken over Wish King George’s/Snowing’s castle? Why are they dressed like the Wish Evil Queen’s Guard’s then? It can’t be the Wish Evil Queen’s castle because that was taken over by Split Queen. I’m confused but I’m gonna go with the former option.

Snowing!!!! Babies!! You don’t understand how much I’ve missed you!!

Yeah, the table’s there. It’s definitely Wish King George’s castle. It makes sense that Wish Henry would be there but not that his guards would be dressed like the Evil Queen’s guards.

So, as suggested by the official prop books, Regina’s nightmare prison is on a rock in the middle of the ocean, Snow’s is in some desert (I guess cause her name is Snow), Zelena’s is in the Nautilus (or should we say, on the naughty list), Alice’s is to be trapped in a frozen tundra with trolls (Is she in Arendelle? Because that would be fun. It should have been trapped in the tower again because lbr that would be her worst nightmare), Wish Blue’s is in the creepy woods from the Snow White movie, Charming’s is in Neverland with the Lost Boys (which very nearly happened, of course), Wish Hook’s would be in Wonderland (Ouch! The adventure he never got to go on with Alice) and Lucy’s would be in a tower. Source, pictures and more info here: https://wicked-storybrooke.tumblr.com/post/626242962347655168

Margot holding Tilly’s hand because she must be so traumatised from being imprisoned the first 17 years of her life and now she’s facing the possibility of that again.

Killian doesn’t have the heart to tell Alice that being so near to her is killing him. I wonder if it was made worse by all the time they spent together under the curse. Maybe his heart was corrupted every time they were near each other, but he just couldn’t feel the pain from it.

Oh. I forgot Wish Rumple planned to trap everyone. Charming tells them to scatter throughout the realms so it’s not just the people of the Wish Realm Wish Rumple wants to trap. I have to wonder, to what end? And I hope Snow and Charming and literally everyone else were able to hold onto something rather than fall into their nightmare.

Snow hope speech!

I love Snowing so much and I’m so glad they’re here.

Oh! He poured magic on his hand and that’s how he was able to remove his heart.

Omg Wish Henry and Regina are sword fighting! Uh oh!

Oh, Wish Rumple only opened these guys’ books, so maybe Snow and Charming and everyone else aren’t hanging onto blades of grass for dear life.

Oh my God! Margot nearly fell through! That was so scary. Thank goodness her big cousin Henry saved her.

Oh no! Alice!

Killian’s face when Alice begins to slip!

Margot yelling at her to hold on!

Papa Killian to the rescue.

Wish Rumple’s having the time of his life.

Margot is screaming! She’s so scared for Alice!

Wish Henry’s gonna kill Regina!

Nooo! She slipped!

Killian grabbed her just in time.

Alice: “Papa, let go!” Wish Hook: “Never!” My heart!

He’s in increasingly excruciating pain every moment he holds on to her, but he would rather die than let his baby girl be alone and imprisoned again. Gaaah! Such an amazing Papa!

And she would rather live out the rest of her days lonely and trapped than let her Papa suffer. My heart’s gonna explode!

Oh, the portals opened because of Wish Henry’s anger, so when his fury subsided the portals closed. I literally never knew that.

That was a really cool and terrifying sequence!

I can’t believe he’s hugging her though. She still killed his grandparents and kidnapped his mum as far as he knows.

No, Killian!

Omg, poor Alice! This is horrible.

Rumple’s so mad that his bro is hurt and that his surrogate daughter is sad.

Rumple: “I have evolved. I am ultimate Rumple on steroids!” Wish Rumple: *throws him across the room*.

She’s shielding her Papa from bad Rumple.

Noooo! She’s crying! This is so freaking heart breaking.

Rumple: “I also know you don’t do the right thing for a reward. You do it because it’s right.” Looking at you prosperity gospel I grew up with.

But how did giving his heart to Killian kill him? Not to mention Wish Rumple. The only way I can try to explain it is that it was the nature of the curse of the poisoned heart and the two Rumple’s are connected by the darkness?

Thank God Killian’s alright!

Knightrook hug at last!

Bless Rumple for doing that, even though he didn’t think he’d ever get back to Belle.

So wild how Rumple died for a version of Hook.

I don’t really understand how Henry is Rumple’s undoing but maybe they’re referring to Wish Henry? That doesn’t really make sense because he wasn’t the boy who led him back to Baelfire.

Aww Wish Hook and Regina holding hands.

Regina: “Thank you for one last lesson; that darkness can always find the light.”

Regina looks like she’s about to tlk Rumple on the lips.

She settles for his forehead. That’s sweet.

I always wonder if that’s really Belle he sees here. She’s just a lot younger than when she died. Do people de-age in the better place? Did Henry sr. and Cora? And Belle here seems so ethereal, it makes me wonder if this is just a vision of her.

This whole idea about casting another curse was an interesting one. I feel she should have asked the people of the other realms if they wanted their realms moved. I guess she can do it without altering their personalities and memories, but can a dark curse really be good? I guess they wanted to end the show how it started, with a curse and a royal ceremony. And I do kinda like the idea of the United Realms. I want it to be a real theme park. But I did like it when it was difficult to go from realm to realm. I think overall I prefer them to be separate, but I think they wanted to keep with the theme of everyone being able to find one another.

She wants everyone she loves to gift a small piece of their hearts to cast this curse? Sounds dangerous.

Regina, this is kinda a terrible idea, hun.

It’s cool seeing all the realms again though.

They finally revealed who Lily’s dad was in the last few minutes of the last episode haha.

Wow. Wish Henry embraced Regina real quick. And it looks like he’s wearing a Sherriff’s badge, so I’m guessing Emma has accepted him as her son. I mean, he is. As far as we know there’s no Wish Emma and she must have memories of raising him.

Oh, I’m glad they showed Zelena using magic. Otherwise we wouldn’t know which Zelena this is. It’s present-day Zelena not past Zelena. Good to know.

Prince Neal’s grown up a little! Cool! So, they’re stuck back in a time where he and Robin are like, 8 or 9. So they’ve been stuck back in time for around 3 years since Regina cast the curse. If Drizella and Gothel’s curse took them back in time, why couldn’t this curse take them forward into their own time? It must have created another timeline because Zelena and Robin would already have known their futures and it didn’t seem like they were in the United Realms at the beginning of 7x11. I could be wrong though. It just would have been nice if they’d met up with their family from their own time but the reason why they didn’t do that was because Emma would be in her 60s and I guess they wanted the original main cast to be recognisable for the last episode. This could have been avoided if Lucy was born earlier. In my head they go back to their own time after this ceremony.

Wow, Regina’s becoming Queen of Everything.

Emma!

Henry with his little sister.

And they called her Hope, the theme of the show. That is quite fitting.

Calling each other Madam Mayor and Miss Swan. The nostalgia!

The flashbacks!!

Look at them all. I love these characters.

Leaving Storybrooke? But it won’t be for long. Storybrooke’s my home.

And that’s the end guys. God, I love this show and there’ll be many rewatches to come for me. Thank you again. It’s been totally awesome.

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