Anon- Can you do an imagine where the reader is dating Isaac and like they love each other and when their fighting the Nogitsune she dies instead of Aiden and Instead of Isaac being there he would be inside the school with Lydia and the others. Then when Lydia runs outside Isaac runs too and then he sees the readers dead body and you can do the rest? Sorry this is long.
Author’s Note- Sorry if this didn’t turn out the way you wanted it, but I was trying to make it as sad as I could so I focused more on memories rather than the build up of the reader’s death. I also made it so both Allison and Aiden didn’t die. I hope you enjoy x
The last day of your life, at seventeen. Death is unavoidable, but it came too soon for Y/F/N. Of course you knew your time was limited, like everyone else’s on earth and yet still it’s a shock when it happens to us and the people we hold close to our hearts. You never know what day could be your last and sometimes that never quite sinks in.
“I’m here to save my best friend” Allison said heroically, you’d always admire her for her strength. “Remember what we agreed?” Isaac asked sternly. “I’m not waiting in the car, I’m not sitting around doing nothing while two of my best friends are in there dying!” you exclaimed, forever feeling weak. “I promised to keep you safe, get in the car now!” he shouted. “You know what, fuck you Isaac!” you didn’t know where that anger came from, but you knew deep down he was doing the best he could to protect you. Regardless, you stormed back into the car and slammed the door shut, Isaac locking it behind you. He blew a kiss at you through the window, you rolled your eyes but pretended to catch it anyway with an involuntary smile on your face. They all then split off, some to find Lydia and Stiles, some to help fight off the Oni. You were sitting in the car for what seemed like hours, hearing the sound of growls and swords. That’s when you saw Ethan, Aiden and Derek walking towards Void Stiles, who was guarded by more Oni soldiers. “It’s silver, silver kills them!” you heard Allison shout, but you noticed the other three didn’t hear as they began to fight. Without hesitation you began to pull on the door handle but you were completely locked in. You noticed one of the windows at the back was slightly open and so easier to break, you climbed over and began to kick it with all your force until it eventually broke. You then proceeded to climb out, ignoring the cuts you got from the shattered glass. You pried open the trunk of the car and took out one of Argent’s guns and ensured you picked up the silver bullets, you loaded it before following the three of them. “Y/N! Get out of here!” Derek shouted, as a sword sliced his back. You ignored him and ran down the stairs before shooting the Oni in the chest with a bullet and watched as it immersed into green smoke. The four of you shared a small moment of optimism and hope, until the worst thing imaginable happened. “Y/n move” Aiden shouted, but it was too late. They watched as a sword was being pulled from your stomach, before Void Stiles and the remaining Oni disappeared. Derek managed to catch you as you fell to the ground. It didn’t hurt and that’s what scared you. Allison and Kira ran down to you all, both of them devastated by what they were seeing. “Oh my god” Allison gasped, covering her mouth with the sleeve of her jacket as she stood there crying at your motionless body. Lydia’s shill scream echoed through the heads of the werewolves, before her, Scott and Isaac ran out of the building. “No” Isaac said with a weak whisper upon seeing everyone crying around someone. “NO!” He shouted as he ran down the stairs to you. He dropped onto his knees as his heart sank, he cradled you in his arms as Derek stood up. Scott and Lydia walked over hand in hand, joining the others during such a sombre moment in all of your lives. Your shaky hand reached out and cupped Isaac’s cheeks, as his tears dripped down his face. You smiled softly, but this time it was different, your face smiled but your eyes did not. “Please don’t leave me” he cried. “I love you, Isaac Lahey” you managed to say. “I love you” he said softly as you took your last breath. He began screaming your name as your eyes fluttered closed, he clung onto your body until he had to be pried off hours later by the paramedics, but it was already too late. You were gone.
Isaac slowly approached the front of the church, a crumpled piece of paper in his hand. He unravelled it and swallowed thickly before beginning the speech he never thought he’d have to give so soon for the girl he loved. “The hardest part of losing someone isn’t having to say goodbye but having to live without them. Spending the rest of your own life, trying to fill the void and emptiness that’s left in your heart as theirs stops beating. Before I met Y/n my life was grey and I was lost in an abyss of nothingness, but she brought colour to my life and feelings I thought I’d never experience and now I watch as that colour slowly fades back to grey- because I’m nothing without her. Death no longer scares me, but a life without her does. Believe me when I say, not a second goes by where I don’t think about that day. The day I lost the one person that has loved me as much as I loved them. Y/n gave me so many memories, some of my happiest and saddest but I wouldn’t change a single moment of them. I wish I would have told her this while, while- she was still alive. Death leaves a heartache that no one can heal but love leaves a memory no one can ever steal. I love you Y/F/N, I always have and I always will and I hope you find peace and a way to forgive me” Isaac began to get chocked up, until he couldn’t say anything more. He wiped his eyes and left the stand, hanging his head with the emotions he felt.
When Isaac arrived back in his seat, he zoned out and remembered the exact moment he realised he loved you. His dad had just beat the crap out of him and you heard from next door. You opened your bedroom window and climbed onto the part of the roof that connected both of your houses together. He was already sitting there, his head in his hands. You didn’t need to say anything, you just needed to be the shoulder he would cry on. “Shhh” you soothed as you heard a sob escape his mouth. “I hate him, so fucking much” he whispered harshly. “Come on” you said, lifting his head up. “What?” he asked, looking at you quizzically. “We’re going out” you told. “It’s 1am?” he said confused. “So?” you said with a smirk, taking his hand and helping him up. He shook his head and smiled, before going down the drainpipe. You followed shortly behind and he caught you as you got close to the floor. “Where are we going exactly?” he questioned. “Anywhere” you claimed. After half an hour of aimlessly wondering around the streets of Beacon Hills you came across an empty park, you’d been there a few times when you were little. You guided him over to the swing set and sat down, gently rocking. “Y/n” he suddenly said, you could tell by the tone of his voice that something was bothering him. “Yeah?” you asked, looking at him. “You’re the only person that’s been there for me, through all the shit that’s happened in my life and I don’t think I’ve ever thanked you for it” he rambled. “You don’t have to thank me, because I know how much it means to you” you smiled sympathetically. Sometimes his eyes reflected the sorrow he felt and it was truly upsetting to see. “I’m always going to be here. Forever and always” you continued, a promise you made when his mom passed away. In that moment, he realised something that had literally been staring him in the face. “I love you, as more than a best friend” he randomly blurted out. You couldn’t ignore the goose bumps that rose on your skin or the missed beat by your heart as you stared back at him. “I do too, but-” you began. “But as a friend” he finished for you, as his head dropped. “As more than a friend actually, but we’ll never be anything more” you claimed, sadness in your voice. “Why are you afraid to love me? Because everyone else I’ve loved dies, moves away or ends up hating me?” his biggest fear was always rejection. “I’m not afraid to love you Isaac. I’m only afraid to lose you” you said softly. “You wont lose me, we’ve been best friends for years and you’ve still got me” he cupped your cheeks gently. ”I just don’t want things to change” you sobbed, looking up at his blue eyes. “Change can be a good thing” he barely finished his sentences before you pressed your lips to his and wrapped your arms around his neck, like you were never going to let go. It was worth the wait, but who knew he would be your first and last love?
With the last of Lydia’s strength through all of her hurt, she stood up and approached the front with Allison. You had been friends forever and it was a horrible feeling having to let go of someone you thought would be with you forever, with the supernatural involved or not this was never how it was supposed to end. They began their speech together, taking it in turns to say something about your loss. “Your life still matters, even when you’re gone. Y/n still matters, she always has and she always will.The good die young because God needs them. He needs her. But so do we, I need her. Goodbyes hurt the most when people leave without saying them, and we all have to learn to accept that we’ll never hear one or have the chance to say goodbye for the last time. She was too pure for this hell we call life, but she was also too young to be taken so soon in such a tragic way. Today is one of those days where I wish I was a little girl, who could just crawl into my mother’s lap and cry until the hurt goes away. But I cant and even then I don’t believe the pain will ever go away. Y/n was a beautiful girl, she still is and I know she wouldn’t want to see us mourn forever. She was a firm believer in moving forward and as hard as it is, we have to try and do the same, if not for us, then for her. Her memory will forever live on and a piece of her extraordinary soul will be embedded in each of us. Thank you” Allison and Lydia were weeping as they walked back to their seats. They took their places beside Scott and Stiles and every pack member were met with their memories of you playing over in their minds, for the rest of your funeral.
Four months later
Lydia finished arranging a bunch of your favourite flowers on your grave, before standing up and meeting Allison’s tight embrace. There everyone stood: Scott, Stiles, Kira, Lydia, Allison, Ethan, Aiden, Derek- and Isaac. They visited you every chance they got, sometimes they’d visit on their own and talk to your gravestone for hours or they’d bring a fresh bunch of flowers. “I miss her” Stiles announced. He smiled for a second, remembering the time you would make him dress up as a princess when you were little. “We all do” Scott continued, remembering all the times you’d let him vent his anger to you, just before a full moon, to stop him from doing anything crazy. “Are you guys ready?” Kira asked softly, she hadn’t known you long but you had a huge impact on her life. They all said goodbye to you, before heading back to their cars. “ You coming?” Derek asked, noticing Isaac was still kneeling on the floor. “I’ll meet up with you guys later” he said. He waited until the others left to place a necklace down. Before you died, he had one engraved to celebrate your anniversary but he never had the chance to give it to you. For months it was sitting on his desk, but his grief was eating away at him. He stayed there for hours after. Some people thought Isaac never got over your death, others say he never will. But for now he clung to the image of being reunited with you one day, where you will be together. Forever.
I don’t know if I like this, thoughts? Requests are closed for now x
REFLECTING LIGHT/THE WEDDING!!! This needs to be shouted from the rooftops. I was so hoping this song would be featured in Luke and Lorelai’s wedding and when I heard the first note I started bawling like a baby and finally stopped crying about 3h later. The whole wedding really was perfect. I could hear my heart beating in my years, so happy (and sobbing) I was. SHE’S OFFICIALLY MRS. BACKWARDS BASEBALL CAP YOU GUYS!!!
Everything Richard. The funeral, the flashbacks, the portraits. It was such a great homage to Ed and to Grandpa Gilmore, I bawled my eyes out through the entire thing and I don’t think there’ll ever come a time when I watch Emily/Rory kiss his portrait and I won’t start crying. I get chocked up just thinking about it. It was beautiful. Just beautiful. So well done.
The Lorelai & Emily’s storyline. It was simply perfect. Lauren and Kelly knocked it out of the park. The fight in the kitchen is going down in history. I particularly loved how Emily treats Lorelai before they start fighting in the living room, like she’s 6yo again. “Lorelai, not a single word.” “Don’t follow.” Just so freaking perfect. I loved it and it was so in character for both of them. It was perfect. And don’t get me started on the phone call in Fall because I’m too dehydrated to start crying again.
Lauren breaking character. She did it in a number of scenes. Once with Sookie, twice with Rory, once in the scene with Richard’s smaller portrait. If Lauren Graham can’t keep it together how do you expect me to do that? Also, give the woman ALL THE FREAKING EMMYS NOW. It’s long overdue anyway. You owe her, Academys.
Jess’ growth. He’s the only character who’s really shown some growth when he appears on screen, everyone else seems to be stuck in their life, like they can’t move forward, but Jess has got his shit together and even stirs Rory in the right direction, I was so proud of him.
Every single Jess/Luke scene. Each and everyone of them. Milo and Scott are buddies in real life and you can totally see that on screen, they’re hilarious and a joy to watch.
Paris. In all her glory. She’s still our old Paris and I couldn’t be more thankful for that. Liza got back into character so easily and she was absolutely brilliant. I laughed my socks off at her antics. The whole bathroom scene and the stairs conversation. Just hilarious. Loved it. Missed her.
The Life and death brigade. Oh my God, that whole sequence was so cinematic, the director of photography and Amy nailed it there. Simply nailed it. I was in awe watching it. Really made me happy to see them all together again. I cried when Rory said goodbye to them. Yes, I cried even then. Leave me alone.
“Still best friends”. Of course I cried through the whole thing like the little bitch that I am and I regret nothing. Seeing Lauren and Melissa unable to keep back tears…I was a mess. Beautiful. Well done. Thank you.
Michel out of the closet. Need I say more?
Emily and the help. I laughed so hard at that. Cannot actually believe Emily kept a maid for a whole entire year and even welcomed her family with open arms in her house. I’m so proud of you, grandma Gilmore.
Cornstarch. Again, sobbed. I feel like ASP treated only Dean with some respect in this revival. He’s happy, got his own family and Rory was actually nice to him and the whole “you taught me what feeling safe is like” speech had me sobbing. Only people who had a great first love can relate to this, I guess. I’m glad they gave them that scene. They both deserved it.
Luke and Paul Anka. Cried my eyes out. Loved it. Gimme a spin-off.
Kirk’s second movie. That’s all.
The swearing! Lorelai saying “Holy shit!” and Emily saying “Bullshit!” 3 TIMES IN THE SAME SCENE. Amen.
The music!!! Wow. It was everything I could have asked for and more. Sam Phillips, Grant-Lee Phillips, Dolly Parton, Nancy Sinatra, the Carpenters. PERFECTION.
What I didn’t love (Oh boy, sit down and grab a drink):
Rory. Just Rory in general. And not because she was 32 and rootless, living a vagabond life. I actually liked that she didn’t have her shit together and didn’t know in which direction to go. In this day and age it is very realistic and I’m glad Rory is not the perfect 16yo we first met in the show. But the the whole Logan affair that ultimately resulted in an illegitimate child was just not for me. I hated it. Not necessarily the pregnancy, just how we got there. Am I supposed to believe Rory Gilmore, my Rory Gilmore, would be fine being the other woman like that? There were never actual signs that she was in love with Logan or Logan with her, it felt more like they were comfortable being with each other and it was simply fun. They didn’t want for their thing to be anything more than it actually was. “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas”. Logan made it clear he wouldn’t have left his fiancée for her, so she was settling for second best there. And hell no. Just no. It was a disservice to the character of Rory, really. And don’t even get me started on how she treated that poor Paul guy. What happened to you Rory?
ASP (almost) total dismissal of S7. Hadn’t it been for the mention of Chris and Lorelai’s wedding, none of what happened in it was taken into consideration. None of it. Good or bad. And I get ASP didn’t want to acknowledge it, but it was a year worth of storylines completely ignored and I think it did more damages than good, ultimately.
Logan. He’d grown up so much in S7 and now he’s back to the little snobby cheating careless kid we met in S5. He asked Rory to marry him, am I supposed to believe he’s totally cool now with having her as nothing more than his mistress? The guy was in love with the girl, if I were a sophies shipper I’d be livid right now.
Jess’ conclusion or lack thereof. If you want me to believe Jess, who’s literally the only character who’s got his shit together in this revival, is still pining for Rory after more than a decade, then I’m gonna need some follow through, some more intel at the very least. Otherwise, just keep it to yourself ASP. Please and thank you.
Scott and Lauren’s chemistry. Ouch. That’s the thing that probably hurt the most, aside from Rory. WHERE HAS THAT CHEMISTRY GONE? If we don’t count every scene in Fall and a couple more here and there, they’ve completely lost their sparkle and it made my heart ache. Some scenes were unbearable to watch because you could definitely tell something was missing there. Some scenes were great and it felt like no time had passed at all, but some others were painful to watch. Just painful.
The whole Luke and Lorelai pre-fall story line. No bueno. So they’ve spent 9 years together with zero progress in their relationship and dealing with the same communication issues they’ve always dealt with? You’re telling me that after a whopping 11 years in total of relationship these two still make the same mistakes over and over? Well, THAT is disappointing. Didn’t they learn anything from the past? At all? Everything Emily says to Lorelai about Luke was SPOT ON, as much as it pains me to admit it. And you can definitely tell Luke would do anything to make her happy, he even says so himself at the end, but when will Lorelai do something for him? The whole baby talk/surrogacy thing drove me up the wall. So he wanted a child, never brought it up, she wanted him to have a child - their child, never brought it up either. Now they’re 50 and childless. Great. Just fucking great. I mean…ASP should have given them that kid. They just should have opened the revival with a 8yo Gilmore-Danes kid running around and if Amy didn’t want them to have one, then fine, I can respect that, just spare me the whole “ooops, too little too late” thing because it broke my heart into a thousand pieces. I’m a nice person, I didn’t deserve that.
The way Rory mourned Richard’s death. Did she mourn at all? Okay, except for the scene when she goes into Richard’s office and that one scene when she kisses the portrait, she seemed a bit unfazed by the passing of her beloved grandfather. Rory loved him to pieces and he loved her just as much and, maybe it was Alexis’ fault and not the Amy’s writing, but it just felt like Emily and Lorelai were having so much more of a hard time adjusting to life without Richard than Rory was. Made me really sad.
THE MUSICAL. ALL OF IT. TOO MUCH. TOO LONG. TOO EVERYTHING.
Christopher’s existence. I did appreciate the fact that Amy officially patented him as an asshole though. That was nice. “It was supposed to happen that way,” oh give me a break! You weren’t there to raise Rory because you didn’t want to be there, not because it was supposed to happen. You were a joke of a father by your own choice. Shut up.
April. As much as I was dreading seeing her, I knew we had to see her at some point, so I prepared myself. One would have thought the girl would have had more screen time and at least showed up for her father’s wedding. But I laughed my ass off at that scene at the dinner table, so she was good for something at least.
The cameos (especially Peter Krause’s). Too many of them, didn’t really need them. Also, the whole Lorelai/ranger talk made me cringe, I get that they’re together in real life, but Lorelai was full on flirting with him and it was so inappropriate and as a java junkie shipper made me vomit a little in my mouth. Could have done without.
Amy Sherman - Palladino’s stubbornness. Last but not least, I think what bothered me the most was exactly this. Don’t get me wrong: her show her rules. Fine. I learned that lesson the hard way in Partings already. If she wants to piss fans off she will and she wont even think about it twice. I respect that kind of integrity and I wouldn’t want her to refrain from exploring this world she created the way she wants to, just because she’s scared of making fans unhappy. You can’t please everybody, some people will always be unsatisfied and that’s okay. That’s life, no harm no foul. What I really don’t get is why she had to ignore completely season 7 and also make it feel like no time has passed at all in Stars Hollow. Let’s take Richard’s death aside for a moment, what the hell has happened in those 9 years for our girls? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Many characters are in a stalemate. Lorelai didn’t get married to Luke, didn’t have any more children, didn’t do much at or with the Dragonfly, she’s exactly where we left her. Rory is jobless, homeless, still trying to figure out what to do with her life, 9 years later. Luke is the same old same old, which is in character but also…what the hell? Did time stop there? Hadn’t it been for Ed’s death - may he rest in peace - Amy would have had 0 ideas for a revival. What would have moved the plot ahead? I’m not sure she had this grand vision of how the show was supposed to end, after all. Also, I’m glad she stuck to her own ending and to the infamous “last 4 words” - again, I appreciate the artistic integrity - but it was a bit out of place here, in this context at least. So, correct me if I’m wrong, Rory is Lorelai 2.0? I spent 16 years watching this show, only to see the daughter make the same exact mistakes her mother did? And can we call a child “a mistake” even when the mother is a Yale graduate world traveler 32 year old? I don’t think so. It didn’t come full circle, not in the way it was intended to when Amy first thought of the last 4 words. Also, side note, those 4 words? Predictable as fuck. Just saying.
All in all, I loved going back to Stars Hollow. It was like coming back home after a long time. It comforted me, it made me laugh and it made me cry far too much, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way. Stars Hollow is home and always will be.
Was A Year In The Life perfect? No. Was it everything I wanted it to be and more? Probably not.
But that is not what this show is about or was ever about.
If there is anything Amy Sherman-Palladino and this show have taught me is that life is not perfect, that I am allowed to make mistakes and screw up from time to time, that things don’t always go the way we planned and that’s okay.
So no the show didn’t live up to my unrealistic expectations, but then again neither does life. We take the good and deal with the bad the best we can. So I’ll take the good, because there was SO much of it, it really outnumbered the stuff I didn’t love anyway. I enjoyed every single minute of those 6 hours and that’s what matters the most.
I never thought I’d get the chance to go back to Stars Hollow again. Ever. This was a gift, a blessing truly, and I am forever grateful to each and every person that has made this possible.
Here I was, on March 30th, in my hometown Riga with bus and ferry tickets and most importantly - tickets to Ladies practice and Short Dance in my pocket. I could not believe I was going to Worlds after many years of living and breathing figure skating. This was a dream of mine that I thought would never come to life. It felt so surreal I had to pinch myself a few times. 😅
When me and my mom made it to the arena at 8 AM on March 31st, it was so difficult to hold back tears ( i am literally tearing up as i’m writing this 😂). Watching figure skating has been one of the biggest parts of my life for five (!!!) years now and I don’t think I can put my feelings towards it in just some sentences. It is better than all the movies because it’s the real life - but with the spectrum of emotions I only get to see in the cinema. It doesn’t only show “the movie” (aka the performance) but also every behind the scenes action (like the emotions before and after the performance, the training process, the challenges along the way) which makes it so much more interesting. So when I walked in the arena it felt like a dream come true. They didn’t have doors heading to each sector, but a curtain instead (to not make a sound every time someone enters or exits) and because it was the practice time for Ladies the curtains weren’t closed but fully open instead. So even when I had just come in the arena, I could already see a glimpse of the ice rink which felt so surreal and that was the first time it hit me so hard that I was actually really here - at the World Championships.
It felt fantastic to see stars like Ashley Wagner, Kaetlyn Osmond, Gabrielle Daleman, Evgenia Medvedeva, Anna Pogorilaya and Carolina Kostner skate so close to me (we were seated really close to the ice), to see their determined faces and to live through their great performances. Incomparably mesmerizing.
Before the short dance there was some time to kill so we just walked around and enjoyed the atmosphere which is SO unique! There is this buzzing feeling which makes you feel warm and welcomed and everyone looks nervously excited. We walked through every booth/shop there was, I even got some beautiful postcards from John Wilson Blades booth (they were handing them out for free?! 😧) with Ashley, Patrick, the Shibs and Chock/Bates. There I met a lovely French fan and we had a brief talk about our journeys as fans and let me add that it feels so weird to actually talk with someone about figure skating after you’ve mostly only shared your opinions online and have never had a legit conversation live??! 😂
Then it was the time for the short dance (oh my, hearing the ISU fanfare live was hands down the best experience ever 😂😂😂) . I have been a massive ice dance fan since forever and I am a big supporter of Tessa&Scott. They are the main reason I was actually here - I can’t put into words what they’ve done to me in these past years - they have held me up every time I felt down in various ways - with their performances, life stories or just small interviews. I just wanted to give back to them a little with my heartfelt support. However, I joined the V/M fandom in 2012 when everyone was furious about D/W and their success (which would happen in 2013 and 2014) and I quickly learned to be as bitter as everyone else. It feels sad to look back now and think that we used so much time to just talk about Meryl and Charlie - more than about great things of Tessa and Scott. I only understood this after T&S took a break after 2014 and I just became this casual ice dance fan who wanted to see the best in everyone and was listening to everyone’s stories of ups and downs. It was the same fantastic atmosphere - just without all the rage. During this period of time I really fell in love with Kaitlyn&Andrew, Maia&Alex and Gabriella&Guillaume. When Tessa&Scott came back I couldn’t believe how great I felt during the season - it was now 100 times more exciting as I had so many couples I loved and supported throughout (…well, i did love t&s a little more than anyone else though 😆) . And you have NO idea how much I loved the theme of this years SD. SOOOO much spunk and sass! I hope you don’t mind me saying that pretty much all of these were the best short dances I have ever seen from the top teams.
First of all, let me say a word about the atmosphere live. It is absolutely incomparable to the TV. The audience noises are lowered for about ten thousand times and are almost inaudible in the TV which is the biggest change. The ovations are so impressive you can’t believe them at first. Second of all, the skating skills and the speed is insane live. And thirdly of all, the costumes look SO. MUCH. DIFFERENT. (they are much more sparkly and colorful 😍✨).
I was actually worried that I might not last for seven freaking groups but the time went so fast. I still can’t believe the zamboni breaks. I swear to god they didn’t last more than five minutes 😅 (I always get cranky during the resurfacing breaks when I watch TV - feels like hours). From the first four groups couples that stood out for me the most were Smart/Diaz, Kaliszek/Spodyriev and Lauriault/Le Gac - they all had great stage presence and superb feel to the music.
Then the fifth group came. All of a sudden Tessa and Scott were on the ice and I was like one of these crazy Bieber fans who can’t stop their tears. I tried my hardest to bring the tears back but I miserably failed (I had promised myself that I would act NORMALLY NOT START CRYING ON MY FIRST OPPORTUNITY I AM SO WEIRDED OUT OF THE SUDDEN EMOTIONS THAT CAME OUTSIDE IN THAT MOMENT - I am a very reserved person who always puts herself together 😂). Tessa’s costume is SO much more beautiful live. I wasn’t a fan of it when I first saw it but DAMN she looked hot. Also the golden sparkles around the cutouts on the pants are basically not seen at all in the usual professional pics but they were actually unbelievably shiny. And Scott just has this amazing aura around himself. He seemed to ooze confidence but also some sort of humbleness. And OMG - they’re fast. But the thing that struck me the most was the non-touching step sequence. They did it once in the warm up and I legit thought it was some “easy version of this sequence without the hard steps just to get warmed up” and you can’t imagine how surprised I was when they performed it in the actual dance. It WAS the sequence. I swear it looked like anyone could do it. So light and easy. Now THAT was the moment I understood how superior they actually are. Everybody else’s StSq looked, you know, like a StSq should look like - a hard element hard to execute (don’t get me wrong - they were mostly done beautifully but it was visible that this is a hard element - which it is 😆). After the warm up ended I was probably still in shock so I have no recollection of the first two pairs in that group. Sorry. 😁 Then they came up on ice for a short warm up again while the previous teams scores were announced. And this includes the moment I think nobody has caught on camera (I don’t think I have seen any pre-sd videos at all which is such a shame). They were just gliding on ice separately with Tessa slightly in front of Scott. Then they started to slow down because they were coming to Marie France. And while they’re slowing down, Scott skates right in front of me with the biggest grin ever and his lovey-dovey eyes focused on Tessa’s back slightly in front of him. And that is the moment I calm down. His eyes bring the sense to me that everything is going to be okay and he is confident about it (i swear to god he’s a magician or whatever but that look was SO calming and surreal). And Tessa just turns her head, looks at his face and literally rolls her eyes with a smile on her face (okay i might’ve imagined the eye rolling but you all know that face when tessa looks at scott and thinks ‘god you’re such an idiot i love you’) and then they’re already with Marie France with last words before performance. The actual performance was unreal. They did their beginning moves right in front of me and that was SO sharp. Also when they did these moves there were quite few “eeeaaaww” kind of shouts or whatever the Michael Jackson kind of short screams sound. That was superb and I’m so sad NONE of them are audible during the actual recording. It gave a great atmosphere. Scott did the kneeling thing right before the end of the first section right in front of me which left such an impact. SOO much control. The blues sequence was hella smooth (and twizzles were ok but i was so scared about them) BUT THE LIFT. THE STADIUM FREAKING ERUPTED DURING THE LIFT. I felt as if I had wings and had been accepted into paradise. And then it ended and I was on my feet and there was an ocean of tears (whoops😅). It was an experience I will never forget.
Then it was time for Group number 6. I have to be honest - I was a little disappointed with Stepanova/Bukin. I’ve been a huge fan of their SD but seeing it live was a little bit underwhelming. It’s the way of skating - they skate “small”. However I still loved the choreography and their chemistry is certainly the best in the younger ice dancers field. If they can improve their skating skills, I’m completely on board.
Piper and Paul were a huge surprise for me. Even when they were warming up with everyone else, you could feel their presence the most. And let me just say this - Canadian men are superior dancers. Scott, Paul and Andrew all felt a bit similar to me. They makes themselves look extremely confident (i mean their skating skills also are 😍) and they lead their ladies better than anyone else - it just feels extremely natural. So, back to Piper&Paul. This was a huge hit in the arena (and for me!). The feeling was great throughout the performance and I just want to say it one more time - the skating skills (piper has improved so much)!! the twizzles! they took my breath. I have to admit I didn’t think this dance would actually work for me but it did.
Another team which surprised me in a good way were Bobrova&Soloviev. As the season progressed, I always felt as this program was a little “pushed”. They tried to bring the sass, but instead it came off as a vulgarity. However the forms they create on ice are very clean and blade work is beautiful so I was actually scratching my head after watching these two because I’ve never really liked them but somehow they look better live (I just don’t understand why?)
I was also delighted by Anna&Luca’s performance. That dress looked even more beautiful live and they also made me like them more than on TV. They just draw you in and you can’t do anything about it. I just wish they would be more versatile (but i still love them!)
The seventh group started with the Shibs who I think had the very close second short dance choreography-and-idea-wise behind T&S. I’ve absolutely adored this dance all the times this season and this was no exception. That lift was badass and man, those twizzles… I didn’t think that was going to leave such a big impact on me. SO sharp in every movement. Alex just needs improve his facial expressions a bit and then they’d be even more perfect (also maia is a literal goddess).
I have to say my sentimental favorites of the night were Kaitlyn&Andrew. Their skating on TV looks a bit like Stepanova/Bukin’s so I was a little bit worried that it would fall flat. It was the DIRECT opposite. I think their skating skills were second only to VM that night because damn, they skated with so much speed. And their chemistry just went sky high. Also that lift made the arena erupt (again😂). It looked so much more powerful than on TV. The move where Andrew just rolls Kaitlyn on his back was hands down one of the coolest of the night. I was just so happy to see them perform the best they can after some disappointing starts. It was truly wonderful and after they finished I was standing and in tears again. I thought they were terribly underscored, but oh well, #twizzles. (they are both also incredibly hot 😏🔥)
Gabriella&Guillaume were also amazing live. I loved that they did the most program to the blues music which I truly respect because it is so much harder to keep an audience interested with blues than with hip hop. But the slow section was amazing - the attention to details and the blade work was soooo smooth. I’ve got to say although Guillaume’s skating skills and dance moves are through the roof fantastic, he doesn’t “lead” his partner that well - the Canadian guys do it so much better. I don’t think he has any rivals in the “best male ice dancer by himself” category, but he has a lot to learn to be the best in the “best male partner in ice dance” nomination - he isn’t the full package yet. However I’m a big fan of hard work and dedication (and I’m sad people only appreciate Guillaume’s because he is the more gifted one) so I’m a big fan of Gabi, her personality and facial expressions during the performance. She sells everything better than Guillaume but I don’t think she’s being recognized enough for that.
Madi&Zach also surprised me live by looking far more polished than on TV. The movements were sharp and they’ve got this weirdly different blade quality compared to others that I can’t explain (but i liked it). I certainly was a bit cringey about the music at the beginning of the season, but I’ve got to say that crowd really appreciated it and I was also on board. I smiled so hard when the scores came up because I absolutely love it when underdogs show everyone what they’re capable of.
Last up were Madi&Evan and this unfortunately turned out the same way I felt about Stepanova/Bukin. I had also been a big fan of this SD all season but their way of skating didn’t seem to impress me. I had also liked how Evan just tossed around Madi various times in the program but live it just seemed a little too much? BUT I totally respect that they have worked so much with their chemistry because it was nonexistent some years ago but now they just scream the word “FIIIIREEEEEE”. 😉
Afterwards there were about a hundred of people making a crowd close to the door which skaters entered to go to the draw for the FD. Well, I think it’s not a very good way to get a skaters autograph. They are very tired after the competition and it’s not even over - there’s still the FD so they got to keep focused. I think a moment between a skater and a fan should be much more personal than just blocking an entrance just to get your autograph. I don’t know, it just made me a little uncomfortable when everyone was waiting for them just to come like they’re some sort of zoo animals or whatever. I didn’t want any autographs or anything, it was just SO hard to get through the far-too-excited crowd (to the exit of the arena) I decided to wait until they go away. I didn’t even register that I was standing right after the entrance to the draw (where it wasn’t crowded at all, in fact I was like the only person there) and the wall was from glass so you could see the skaters after they entered the “closed zone”. And then I turned my head and saw FREAKING TESSA AND SCOTT in the closed zone. About a meter from me there was this crazy crowd waiting for skaters and turning their heads in the other direction while I was enjoying my view of Tessa and Scott having a conversation. 😄 They were kind of afar from me though and I was trying my best not to stare ('they are not animals and it is rude to do that’ I muttered to myself) - I don’t think they even saw me because they looked completely in ease as the glass wall separated them from everyone. Then they left further for the draw and I couldn’t see them anymore. Tessa&Scott were already in the closed zone because they skated early but the skaters from the last group still had to come. I’ve got to say it was a bit sad to see the guards having a hard time taking the skaters from the crowd to the closed zone. People went crazy every time someone came. But I, still not accompanied by anyone, just had the best view of my life of skaters like Maia&Alex, Kaitlyn&Andrew, Gabi (Guillaume didn’t show up because he was getting his hand stitched) , Piper&Paul, Madi&Evan and Madi&Zach after they had gone through the crowd. Madison Hubbell actually turned around to see the crowd once again, laughed, then turned in the other direction, saw me all by myself, smiled and waved at me! 😎😱 I was so surprised but also very thankful for such a nice gesture! (jeez, but I hope I didn’t look like those weird, creepy stalkers 😁). The crowd finally went away and I got to walk out normally.
My journey was over but the memories were never going to fade. It was an experience I wouldn’t trade for anything in the world as it brought the whole spectrum of emotions to me. It was the best day of my life. I can never thank enough to my mom who came up with this idea and travelled with me. We had the most fantastic time ever. ❤️
Prompt: I didn’t want to tell my friend what really happened at my date last night was so I when she asked who my date was I just pointed at a random stranger (you) but now they’re storming over to interrogate you and you’re playing along??? okay?? Omelia fluff. (Amelia’s outfit: GA 12x09 Meredith & Amelia second scene). Also Michelle here is Michelle from Private Practice.
Amelia and Michelle walked into their favorite coffee shop, sat down at their usual table, the one with the best view of the whole café for gossiping reasons, and ordered their coffee.
“Come on why can’t you just tell me already” nagged Michelle.
“Can’t you just let it go?” pleaded Amelia.
“No I want to know” insisted Michelle.
“Why do you even care this much? It was just another date with a random guy.”
“When it’s just a random guy you don’t have a problem telling me. Did something happen? Did he hurt you? If so just tell me. You know I would go to jail for you.”
“No nothing happened” said Amelia hoping Michelle would drop the subject.
Truth is Amelia stood up her poor date from the previous night and instead spent her night at a bar drinking her ass off. But she had too much pride to admit that, plus she wasn’t in for the lecture that would follow if she told Michelle the truth; something about her needing to cut back on her alcohol consumption and finally settle in with a guy instead of sleeping with every guy in Seattle. The city wasn’t that big and soon there would be no more men for Amelia to fuck. Michelle’s words, not hers.
“Well is he here? You told me you met him here and that he comes here every day for coffee. You don’t have to tell me you can just point” said Michelle hoping her friend would cave and admit defeat.
“Fine. That one” said Amelia pointing to a random stranger she had never seen before.
“The ginger?” Asked Michelle surprised.
“Sure” said Amelia feeling uneasy just now realizing who she pointed at. The ginger was unbelievably hot and muscular with a growl planted on his face as he looked at the laptop’s screen in front of him. He was wearing a light blue button down shirt that perfectly matched his eyes along with simple black dress pants and shoes. He only had one problem though; he looked nothing like the guys that Amelia usually went for who only wore leather jackets and devious smirks on their faces and had black shoulder length hair and the bodies of Abercrombie models. The ginger sure looked tough and defined, but more in the I went to the army fashion than the I go to the gym sense. Well it was too late to fix her mistake now.
“He’s hot I’ll give him that.”
“He is” agreed Amelia.
“So what wrong with him?”
“Nothing’s wrong with him.”
“Then why won’t you talk about him?” asked Michelle annoyed by her usually talkative friend’s lack of explanation.
“Because I don’t want to” said Amelia as if spelling each word slowly to a child.
“Fine” said Michelle and got up from her chair.
“Where are you going?” asked Amelia confused.
“Well if you’re not gonna tell me I’ll ask him myself” she said and stormed off towards the hot ginger, Amelia following close behind.
Oh God she thought. This day would be marked in history as the day she died of a slow torturing death from her embarrassment.
When Owen looked up from his computer the first thing he noticed was a beautiful woman walking quickly towards him, but she was nothing compared to the other woman that was following her close behind. She was wearing a grey shirt that had two stripes, one black and one dark green, with black skinny jeans, a military green jacket and black heeled booties. But what caught his attention the most were her deep ocean blue eyes that looked angelic in contrast with the dark eye makeup along with the beautiful dark curls that framed her face. On a closer look though he noticed that her eyes screamed for help and she looked terrified of what was about to happen. If only Owen knew.
“Hi” said Michelle so fast Owen wasn’t sure he even heard it.
“My friend over here” she gestured to Amelia “says she went out on a date with you last night but won’t tell me anything so I came here to find out myself”.
To say Owen was shocked would be an understatement, but as he shifted his gaze towards the young woman’s pleading blue eyes he decided to play along.
“Um yeah we did. We went to a nice restaurant. Had a lot of fun.”
What the hell is wrong with this guy though Amelia. Why the hell was he playing along to this stupid thing? Was he stupid? A creep possibly? Or maybe a really polite stranger. The last one seemed better so for her sake she decided to believe that.
“And?” asked Michelle looking for further information that would explain her friend’s unusual behavior.
“And what?” asked Owen confused.
“Did you kiss her goodnight?” asked Michelle showing no signs of shame or embarrassment. Owen chocked.
“Umm unfortunately our time was cut short because I had an emergency at the hospital, so I didn’t get the chance” improvised Owen.
“Is that why you wouldn’t talk about it?” she asked Amelia who had turned beet red. Owen thought it suited her and made her otherwise perfect demeanor look more human and beautiful if that was even possible.
“Can’t you just let it go? I told you who he was. You got your answer when can go now” she pleaded.
“No I can’t. I won’t let you ruin your chance with the last man in Seattle. After him there are no more left Amelia, you’ve screwed them all” half yelled Michelle not caring about the ginger hearing them.
“Could you say that any louder please?” said Amelia sarcastically suddenly getting angry.
“He just seems like a nice guy. Talk to him. Give him another chance” she said and looked at Amelia with her puppy eyes making it impossible for Amelia to say no.
“Fine” she said and sat on the second chair at the stranger’s table, as Michelle made her way back to their original table smirking.
“I’m so so sorry. I had no idea she was going to do that. You didn’t have to play along” rambled Amelia.
“I know but it was too entertaining to miss. Plus you looked terrified and I kinda felt sorry for you. I’m Owen by the way.”
“So Amelia apparently I’m the last guy in Seattle for you.”
“Oh god” she exclaimed wishing a giant hole would appear underneath her and shallow her whole. Owen simply laughed.
“Amelia come on talk to me. I don’t bite. And we certainly don’t want to disappoint your friend.”
This guy was really something.
“So what really happened last night? Was it that terrible? Was he ugly? Stupid?” he asked.
“No, I don’t know. I didn’t go” she admitted to the total stranger.
“Poor guy left alone waiting for you. Why didn’t you just tell her that? I’m sure she would have understood.”
“Because then I would have to tell her what I did instead and I’m in no mood for a lecture.”
“So what did you do? You’re making me curious. Come on I won’t lecture you.”
“I went to a bar, got wasted, left with a guy I’ll probably never see again.”
“That sounds normal. Why didn’t you tell her?”
“Didn’t you hear what she said? I have a tendency to get wasted and apparently sleep with all the guys in this city and if she found out that I did that again she would literally kill me, after torturing me with her usual lecture about staying sober.”
“Do you have a problem staying sober? Maybe she’s just worried and looking after you.”
“Yeah that’s a talk for another time” said Amelia completely avoiding the oxy, Ryan, baby talk.
“So there will be another time huh?” asked Owen hoping she’d agree to go on an actual date with him.
“Maybe” she said blushing.
“I think we’ve talked enough about my unhealthy obsession with the male gender. It’s my turn to ask questions now” said Amelia trying to change the subject.
“Okay fire away.”
“Umm let’s see. Well what do you do Owen? You mentioned a hospital previously.”
“I’m a trauma surgeon. I save thousands of lives everyday” he said in a seductive tone.
“Okay” said Amelia unimpressed.
“Okay? Aren’t normal girls supposed to swoon over doctors? I mean I make millions per month plus I save lives.”
“I’m not a normal girl.”
“I can see that.”
“I’m a surgeon too”. Owen chocked on his water for the second time that day.
“Aren’t you like 20 or something?”
“I’m 31” she responded.
“How is that possible you’re like tiny? Plus you look very young.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment and I’ll let you know I’m a world class neurosurgeon.”
“The best of the specialties.”
“Easy there. Trauma is obviously superior.”
“Ha ha you wish”
“So where do you work?”
“I used to work at the Virginia Mason Medical Center but I just transferred to Grey Sloan Memorial, because they have a much better neurosurgery department plus they offered me head of the department.”
“What a pleasant surprise. I work there too as the chief of surgery and chief of trauma. So you should really be thanking me Amelia Shepherd for the millions of dollars that will be soon going into your bank account every month from now on, as I am technically the one who offered you your job.”
“So as of tomorrow morning you’re going to be my boss?”
“It appears so yes.”
“Fun” she said sarcastically.
“Oh watch out. I’m going to make your life a living hell and cut all the neurosurgery budget” he joked.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
Michelle approached their table. “Hey, just wanted to let you know that I gotta run. Also I’m not stupid I know you didn’t go last night and instead went home with whatever his name is, I’m sure even you don’t know, I just wanted to see how far along you’d play with this. You have balls, love. You can thank me later. And don’t forget we are going to have a lovely talk this afternoon” she said leaving Amelia with a shocked expression and before she had the chance to respond.
“Ugh” she groaned.
“She knows you better than you give her credit for.”
“I know. I just wish that she would for once drop the whole subject. I appreciate her looking out for me and she has helped more than I could ever ask for, but I feel like she judges me all the time. And it’s not like she’s any different, half the times I go out she’s with me.”
“Anyway back to you praising me for offering you that magnificent job” said Owen trying to lighten the mood.
“You’re enjoying this too much.”
Owen’s phone beeped. “I’m so sorry. It’s a page from the hospital I have to run.” He got up from his chair left money on the table for his coffee, kneeled a little and kissed her.
“Date tomorrow. 9 o’clock. Meet me at my office” he said and with that he was out of the coffee shop, running towards the hospital.
Amelia didn’t even have time to think about what had just happened, as she was left staring starstrucked at the chair where Owen was once seated. Maybe going out with a date before fucking wasn’t such a bad idea after all she thought daydreaming about the handsome ginger.
A sequel to I’ve just the rum for company, which picks up immediately after they get back from Neverland. This is the day after that. No body switching or incoming curse. Just a lot of pining, miscommunication, denial, and light angst. Oh, and Ruby shamelessly meddling, of course.
My muse kinda ran away from me at the end, but I wanted to finish it up in time for CS AU Week, so here goes. Un-beta-ed and literally five times longer than any fic I’ve ever written, so go easy on me and my rusty quill, if you will.
It’s been days.
Emma expected to see him at least during the community celebrations,
but not once did he make an appearance.
Not since the night they came back from Neverland and left Pan and all
the horrors of his island behind, when she searched for— and found— him
drinking alone in The Rabbit Hole. He
was undoubtedly avoiding her, and her stomach churned painfully in protest at
(But she’s nothing if not good at pushing those feelings
down, so she does.)
A/N: Hey guys! I am literally so ashamed at how long this one is. Oh my gosh. This is probably the longest smut I’ve ever written. Oh well. Who cares, right? It’s Muke for crying out loud. Haha. But, I hope you enjoy! I love you all so so much xx -Emma
“Oh my god Luke, fuck.” I squeal, my back arching off of the bed as his fingers curled inside me. I knew this was wrong, there was no doubt about it. But, it wasn’t my fault.
Michael just purchased a new game, and that’s all he’s been focused on these past few days. At first I didn’t care, but then I started to get annoyed. Plus, for some reason, I was really horny today.
I’ve been trying to drop him hints about how needy I was for his touch, but he wasn’t budging. So I decided to call Luke over to see if he could take Michael out of his stupid trance.
Luke noticed how frustrated I was, and after he realized that Michael was paying no attention, he took me upstairs.
“L-Luke, I’m scared. What if he finds out?” I bite my lip as he kissed my neck, my eyes shut closed. “He doesn’t have to know.. And as long as we stay quiet- he won’t suspect a thing.”
“Feel good?” He chuckled deeply as he thrusted his fingers, my teeth buried in my bottom lip as I nodded. “God you’re so tight, looks like Mikey hasn’t stretched you out in a while.” He smirked, scissoring his fingers.
“Jesus Luke.” I moan, reaching up and groping my right breast, my other hand holding a deathly grip on the sheets.
“Mm, gotta be quiet baby girl.” He reminded, my head falling back onto the pillow.
“I’m g-gonna cum.” I warn, my legs trembling as he added a third finger. “It’s okay, let go. Release all over my fingers, baby girl.” I couldn’t help but to feel guilty, but I was too tied into the amount of pleasure he was giving me to care.
I moaned extremely loudly at the power of my orgasm, my body not used to being untouched for this long.
“(Y/N)? Everything oka- oh my god.” My heart stopped as I heard my boyfriends voice though the doorway, letting out a soft scream as I backed away from Luke’s fingers, breathing unevenly as I came down from my high.
“What. The hell is going on?” I gulped as his fists clenched at his sides, Luke quickly wiping my juices off on his the bottom of his shirt.
“M-Mikey.” I use the sheet to cover my chest, a guilty look on my face as I chewed on my bottom lip. “I-It’s not what it looks like..”
“Oh really? Because it looks like my best mate was just finger fucking you.” He said between gritted teeth, shooting a deathly glare at Luke.
“Well you’re eyes didn’t fail you, because your girlfriend was horny and didn’t have anyone to give her some relief. So, I did.” Luke stood up and crossed his arms over his chest, Michael’s anger regenerating.
“Luke. I am going to kill you.” He growled stepping towards him, making a soft gasp leave my lips.
“Michael. Don’t you dare hurt him.” I chime in worriedly, Luke’s eyes flicking over to me as he gulped. “He didn’t do anything wrong.. If anything, he gave me a pretty amazing orgasm.” I tug on my bottom lip with my teeth, Michael turning over to me.
“You really think that he can give you a better orgasm than I can, kitten?” I almost moaned as he called me kitten, but I dryly swallowed and looked into his eyes.
“I-I just..” I was lost at words, and I couldn’t help but sigh as I felt my wetness pooling between my thighs.
“You just, what?” Luke smirked as he leaned in, mocking Michael.
“I, I don’t know.” I stutter, gripping the sheet that was draping over my chest tighter. Michael looked over at Luke, flicking up his eyebrows. I didn’t know exactly what was about to happen, but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t excited.
“This is the only time I am allowing you to touch my girl. Don’t get used to it.” Michael warned lowly into Luke’s ear, his face heating up a bit.
“Guys? What’s going on?” I ask softly, both of them looking up at me lustfully.
“Well..” Michael trailed off, hooking his finger on the sheet that was wrapped around me. He smirked up at me and ever so slowly pulled it down, my hands awkwardly resting beside me on the matress.
“Remember that one night that us & the guys were playing truth or dare, and you admitted you wanted a threesome?” He reminded, my core starting to throb as he rubbed my inner thigh.
“Y-Yeah..” I chocked out as my cheeks heated up, Luke now stepping forward.
“How about we have one right now? And then you can really see who’s better at pleasing you.” He chewed on his lip ring and smirked ever so lightly, my heart racing.
“A-Are you serious?” I mistakenly say aloud, my palms getting sweaty.
“Why not, baby girl?” Michael purred in my ear, kissing my lobe. “It’ll be fun.” Luke smirked, my breath hitching as his finger ran up my slit.
“G-Guys, this is crazy, I-” Suddenly I felt Michael’s plump lips shut me up, his head slowly beginning to twirl as he deepened the kiss. One of my arms immediately drape over his shoulder, my fingers tangling in his hair.
Out of the blue I felt Luke’s fingers rub fast circles over my swollen clit, my head falling against the headboard as I began to pant. His middle finger began to tease my entrance once more, pushing in slowly and pulling out with a smirk. He did this a couple times before Michael stood up, joining Luke at the end of the bed.
“Looks like she’s wet enough, yeah?” Michael’s bottom lip met his set of pearly white teeth and smirked, leaning over and whispering something in Luke’s ear. I saw Luke’s eyes light up as he slyly smiled, nodding.
Before I knew it Michael’s eyes were at level with my heat, moistening his lips with his tongue as he looked up at me.
I let out a high pitched whimper as I felt his warm tongue gather up my juices, one of my hands desperately grasping the sheet underneath me as I felt his tongue begin to lap.
“Does his tongue feel good, (Y/N)?” Luke purred in my ear, his hand reaching over and kneading my left breast.
I nodded vigorously and a breathless moan escaped from my parted lips, my back arching a bit.
“You think you can do me a favor and blow me, baby? You’ve gotten me very hard, sweetheart.” He groaned as he fiddled with his belt, my eyes batting innocently as he pulled down his pants. A string of profanities left my lips as Michael continued to eat me out, my legs locking around his head as I pulled him in closer.
Luke’s boxers pooled at his ankles, using my free hand to wrap it around his length. I kitty lick the precum that leaked from his red tip, his head instantly falling back.
I wrap my lips around him, letting him easily fuck my mouth. He rocked his hips and I reached down to cup his balls, a long moan erupting from my throat as I felt Mikey’s tongue go faster.
Luke hissed and shut his eyes quite tightly at my actions, my tongue swirling around his base. I begin to suck him harder as I felt my stomach tingle, my other hand gripping tightly at Michael’s colorful hair.
“God, Mikey. You’re girlfriend is amazing.” Luke groaned, thrusting his hips as he slid down my throat.
“I know.” He murmured in my heat, shooting a wink in his direction. I pulled back from Luke’s length and squealed at the vibrations, my toes beginning to curl.
“M-Mikey, I’m close.” I whimper as I continue to pump Luke, my other hand releasing from Michael’s hair and digging my fingernails into his shoulder blade.
“I won’t stop until you finish Luke off. Make him feel good, don’t you dare rush.” He replaced his tongue with his fingers as he spoke, my stomach tightening as it began to burn.
“Y-Yes daddy,” I sigh breathlessly, Luke smirking as the words ‘daddy’ fell from my lips. I reconnect my lips on his tip and I hollow out my cheeks, a grunt rumbling in his throat.
I felt my legs tremble and I couldn’t hold it any longer, moaning into Luke’s member as I came, hard.
Michael sure did stay true to his words, because after he cleaned me up- he didn’t stop. I silenced my moans as I sucked harder, Luke’s moans getting shorter.
My legs try to pry Michael off, but his hands were secure on my hips to hold me still. I began to ride his tongue and I squealed as his nose bumped my sensitive clit, my hand buried in Luke’s thigh.
“Oh my god.” Luke groaned, pulling my hair into a makeshift ponytail as I bobbed my head. “I’m cumming, princess.” He hissed as his dick twitched, the warm, salty substance spilling over my tongue. I swallowed most of it and pulled back, kissing his tip as the rest of his load dripped off of my bottom lip.
He let out a sigh as I looked up at him through my lashes, my finger swiping across my chin as the rest of his cum coated the side. I smiled up at him and sucked my finger clean, swallowing as I licked my lips.
“You’re so hot, (Y/N).” Michael purred as he stood up, grabbing my hand and pulling me in his chest.
“Mm, so I’ve been told.” I tease, kissing under his jaw as I pulled off his jeans and boxers. I connected our lips and moaned as I tasted myself on his tongue, grabbing his hard-on in my hand and twisted my wrist back and forth as I pumped him.
I heard him moan against my lips and I smiled, pulling away slightly as our lips hovered over each other’s. I felt another presence behind me and jumped as Luke’s hand groped my ass.
“I need to be inside her.” Luke groaned more to Michael than me, my body melting onto Luke’s as he held me from behind.
“I know mate, she’s irresistible.” He paused to smirk, “But how are we going to do this? I’ve never done anal with her before. She doesn’t like it.”
“What’s not to like, baby?” Luke cooed to me as he squeezed one of my ass cheeks, a familiar sensation traveling through my core.
“I-I dunno, it just scares me.” I admit sheepishly, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.
“No need to be scared.. You just need a lot of lube, since it’s your first.” He said soothingly, making me calm down a bit. Michael, as if on cue, jogged over to our ‘special drawer’ and tossed Luke the bottle.
“I’m still not so sure about the whole anal thing..” I say nervously as I chew on my bottom lip, hearing the top of the bottle open.
“Don’t even think about it, just let the pleasure run through you. It’ll be okay, we’ve got you.” Luke soothed and I tried to relax, Mikey’s lips pressing against mine.
I felt Luke’s fingers slowly spread the icy-hot, trying to clear my mind of the cringing thoughts that were holding me back. “Relax, darling.” Michael hushed and I nodded slightly, gulping.
“I’m gonna push in now, okay? Hold onto Mikey, and just relax.” I slung my arms over Michael’s broad shoulders and buried my face in his neck, kissing the skin softly as my fingertips danced on the ends of his cherry-red hair.
I felt a sharp pain shoot through my back side, gripping Mikey’s hair as I groaned loudly. He shushed me softly and played with my hair to distract me.
“Feel okay?” Luke struggled to choke out, as I could tell it was very pleasurable for him.
“Definitely feels.. Different.” I say softly as I bite my lip, rolling my hips to adjust the angle. “But, it feels really good.” I lean back into Luke’s chest and rest my head back on his shoulder as I fluttered my eyes shut.
Once I felt like I was used to him, I gave him the okay to start moving. A sudden boost of pleasure rushed through my blood and I moaned pretty loud as he began to thrust, Michael’s eyes turning dark from watching.
“You look fucking amazing.” Michael groaned as he watched me crumble into a moaning mess, him not really being able to fully focus on me when he was the one doing the pleasuring.
I whimpered as I was now being tugged at by Michael, my moans being transformed into breathless gasps as his lips roughly collided with mine one more.
I began to rub my thumb in circles over his tip, moaning onto his lips as Luke spanked me. “Do you think you can take us both at the same time, baby girl?” Michael cooed as he rubbed my arm, my core throbbing. I bit my lip and nodded, a shaky breath leaving my throat.
“Use your words..” Mikey growled, my head falling back onto Luke’s shoulder again.
“God yes, fuck- please.” I begged, a moan following my words as I grind into Luke. Mike smiled and ran his thumb over my bottom lip, “That’s my girl.” He smirked, teasing his tip around my entrance.
“Oh my god,” I mewled as I felt Michael push inside me, my breath quickening as both of them now filled me up completely.
“Shit.” Luke breathed out, thrusting his hips faster. Michael soon caught up to Lucas’ pace, now forming a pattern. Luke in, Mikey out. Mikey in, Luke out. I was a mess.
My nails clawed at Michael’s back, Luke’s hands dug deep into my hips. My legs grew weaker as I found it difficult to stand, the pleasure growing to more than I could handle.
Both of the two grunted as I tightened around them, strings of cuss words getting thrown out into the thick, sweaty air.
“I c-can’t hold it much longer,” I squeak, my stomach churning as I moaned.
“I’m close too.” Mikey groaned as he thrusted deeply, Luke chiming in that he was as well.
“On three, okay?” Michael grunted as he threw his head back, licking his lips. “One.. Two.. Three.”
I felt like everything just hit me at once, my head hanging on Mikey’s shoulder as I finally let go for the third time tonight.
My mind spun as I heard both of their moans mix in harmonization, it probably being the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.
As I calmed my breathing I felt them both release, making a short gasp fall from my lips at the sensation.
They pulled out and I immediately fell into Michael’s arms, Luke collapsing on our bed.
“Well, that was fun.” Michael beamed after we all calmed our breaths, a faint giggle escaping my lips. “Yeah, it really was.” Luke smiled as he sat up, running his fingers through his sweaty hair.
“Agreed,” I say softly, a smile tugging at the end of my mouth. I stayed in Michael’s arms for a bit as I heard Luke shuffle around in the background, tossing on his clothes.
“I should really get going, I told the guys I was only going to be here for an hour.” He laughed, his teeth showing as he pulled a nervous smile.
I smiled at him and stood on my tippy-toes, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. “Thank you, Luke.” I smile, him immediately returning one.
“No, thank you.” He bowed, making me giggle. “And thank you too, mate.” He smiled at Mikey, Michael nodding.
“Of course. Just don’t come back, we’re closed.” He joked with a laugh, Luke pouting but smiling.
Once Luke left I felt Mikey pick me up bridal style, making me laugh and hide in his chest as he carried me over to the bed.
He gently lay me down on our sheets, crawling over to the other side of the bed. He softly pulled the blanket over us and began to cuddle me, a happy but tired sigh slipping from my throat.
“I missed you, Mr. Gamer.” I teased quietly and he softly laughed, my heart fluttering.
“Yeah.. I’m sorry about that, I never should’ve put you second. I love you.” He sighed as he rested his head on top of mine, rubbing my shoulder.
“I love you too.” I smiled, burying myself in his chest.
“And always remember that you’re mine, okay?” He whispered, pulling me closer.
“I’m yours.” I smile softly, shutting my eyes as I slowly drifted off into a deep slumber.
How do you feel about the ASOIAF series? I know you've discussed YA series involving a war before, but this is an adult series that's supposed to be all anti-war and realistic.
Oh Song of Ice and Fire... To quote an anonymous IMDB reviewer for Ben Hur: I admire it more than I enjoy it.
And to be clear, I do admire the hell out of George R.R. Martin. I’ve only read Game of Thrones and Storm of Swords but I’ve seen the entire show (more on why in a second) but I have had so much admiration for what I’ve seen. Mostly because Martin calls J.R.R. Tolkien on his bullshit.
And I’m very sorry to all the hardcore LOTRers of the world, but J.R.R. Tolkien is chock full of bullshit. The Lord of the Rings is 1,500-odd pages of masculine white-normed cishet gender roles, a story where there are entire races of people (hint: they’re the ones with dark skin) who are portrayed as barbarically evil, while entire other races of people are ranked on a scale of superiority according to how tall and “civilized” they are. The female characters are almost entirely nonexistent, but when they do exist it’s primarily as prizes for the male characters to win. Aragorn is a Mary Sue who never gets called on his Mary Sue-ness, and my skin always crawls with the colonial attitudes that underpin the depictions of bygone days When Men Were Men and Technology Didn’t Exist. Maybe the greatest offense in my book is the fact that J.R.R. Tolkien became the code-setter for pretty much every work of high fantasy to follow for the next 50 years (Wheel of Time, Eragon, Sword of Truth, and the Kingkiller Chronicles all take most of their settings and tropes and RAGINGLY SEXIST WHITE SUPREMACY from Tolkien, just to name a few). Tolkien is also not subject to the however-flimsy excuse of being a product of his time; C.S. Lewis literally attended write-ins and did beta reading for Tolkien (even though they presumably didn’t use those terms) and he writes stories in which women narrate books, fight in wars, act as both heroes and villains, and hold equal partnership with men throughout their adventures. The Chronicles of Narnia might be infamously Christian, but they also have positive portrayals of other religions, depict heroes of color saving their kingdoms, and outright state that it doesn’t matter which god one worships as long as one vows to be humble and help others.
ANYWAY, I could go on and on about my hate-on for Tolkien (and oh look I already have), but where I love what Martin is doing is that he shows exactly why the portrayal of Middle Earth is full of crap. In ASOIAF, the main characters simply go about getting things done regardless of gender—they kill, fight, rule, have sex, etc.—and the only difference is that the female characters have to work around (or work with, or use to their advantage) the fact that no one ever respects them. Martin simply shows us that women have to be twice as good as men to get any respect, without falling into the trap of vaguely-condescending, vaguely-masturbatory declarations of “This is so feminist! Look at how feminist I’m being!” the way that shows like Agent Carter and Supergirl tend to do. (Disclaimer: unlike LOTR, I actually really like Agent Carter and Supergirl. They just both get my back up every time a character goes “… it’s because I’m a woman” or “how could some little lady like you do a thing like that?” only to knock over those straw men and pat themselves on the back for having done so). Martin neither ignores historical sexism nor falls into the Tolkien-trap of romanticising it. He instead shows how it affects all of his characters, regardless of gender. He doesn’t assume (as so many modern writers do) that women simply stayed at home because they were “supposed to;” he does his homework and makes use of the fact that women have been leading armies for as long as there have been armies.
Of course, it’s not just Tolkien’s sexism that Martin deconstructs. He also does not flinch away from portraying the fact that (shockingly) people die in wars, and most of the time those people are individuals who had several loved ones at home. In ASOIAF, battles are not just a matter of mowing down opposing forces who aren’t even human anyway so we get to have uncomplicated glory for our protagonists; they’re a matter of showing both sides of the conflict, justifying both points of view, and then allowing the reader to appreciate the full horror of the mass murder that results from two lords’ egos clashing and seven thousand commoners paying the price. Martin shows that the idea of going out and winning glory for one’s kingdom is the kind of privilege afforded to the mainstream, well-born, able-bodied, cishet, traditionally masculine few. He heroicizes the other 75% of the population who aren’t talked about in the historical epics, and casts a stinkeye on the idea that things were sooooooo great back when the typical life expectancy was about 45 years. The Lord of the Rings could easily take place in Westeros, but not only would it be a drop in the bucket of like eight other wars, it would also be a disturbing tragedy about the senseless slaughter of orcs rather than an uncomplicated heroic epic. There are hundreds of other authors doing the good work of moving the fantasy epic out of Whitewashed HeteroMasculine Medieval England (Tamora Pierce, Garth Nix, Nancy Farmer, Ursula K. LeGuin, Patricia Briggs, and Octavia Butler, just to name a few), but G.R.R. Martin actually speaks directly back to J.R.R. Tolkien and for that I admire the heck out of him.
Given the extent to which I just all-but licked the ground GRRM walks on, this is probably going to come as surprise… but I don’t actually like his books that much. As I said, I admire his writing but don’t enjoy it. High fantasy is one of those genres that I find only moderately appealing at the best of times, and at the worst of times I throw at a wall because it’s just Lord of the Rings fan fiction that claims not to be. I find ASOIAF to be too slow-moving and dreary for my tastes—I prefer my books to have cinnamon-bun-eating aliens and jokes about cockatiels pooping on celebrities’ desks, not mass suicides and survival cannibalism. I admire the vast interconnections of Martin’s enormously intricate web of human politics, but I find it obnoxious trying to keep track of that many characters and usually disengage before I have to go pull out an encyclopedia of fictional genealogies. I’ve watched the entirety of Game of Thrones because I have an awesome group of friends who spent this whole summer having weekly cookouts where we’d have historically-authentic sausages and grog (AKA eating hot dogs and getting drunk) while watching each new episode, but I would probably quit the show if I didn’t find the process of watching it to be so socially rewarding. So I wish Martin all the best in the world, but I’ll probably be checking out a novel with less resemblance to a cinderblock the next time I visit my local library.
“So what? This is like the hundredth time you two broke up? So you’re getting back together, as always, right?” Natasha nudged me curiously, her expression unreadable. “What happened this time, anyway?”
“Well…” I started, re-envisioning the night of Cris’ birthday.
“Fuck yeahh!” Cristiano slurred, leaning against me for balance as loud music erupted through out the packed club. “It’s my birthdayy!”
“Sure is,” I chuckled at my boyfriends drunken state, seating him on one of the empty booths. “I’m going to get you some water! Don’t move, okay?” I informed over the loud music before making my way over to the bar. “What can I get you, ma'am?” The bartender asked, a polite smile on his face. “A water, please!” I ordered, leaning against the counter. He nodded, walking away before returning, a bottle of ice cold water in hand. “Have a great night.” “Thanks,” I began making my way back to the booth Cristiano was sat at, only to find some tramp straddling him, her lips connected to his as she literally ate his face off.
“You fucking asshole,” I spat, pouring the water all over the two of them.
The girl gasped, jolting up to her feet as water trickled down her blonde hair and face. “You bitch!” She squealed, running off to the ladies room in cries of horror.
“(Y/N)-” Cristiano began explaining, but I wasn’t having it. “Don’t you dare!” I yelled loudly, attracting a crowds attention. “You lying, cheating scumbag! I don’t know why I keep giving you chances time after time. Fuck you, Ronaldo.” I hissed, giving him my back and making a beeline to the exit. “(Y/N) I swear it’s not what it looks like!” He called after me, chasing me through the silent crowd. “Save it!”
“He keeps texting and calling, explaining she came onto him but I don’t know what to believe.” I sighed, gripping my forehead in frustration.
“Give him another chance?” My best friend suggested.
“No,” I chuckled bitterly. “No more chances.”
Tash nodded in understanding. “Well I’ve got to go,” She mumbled, pushing herself off my living room couch. She grabbed her purse and I walked her to the door, enveloping her into a warm hug before swinging the front door open. “Keep in touch, okay?” I smiled, waving a small goodbye as she walked down the front porch, “I will!”
Just as I was about to slam the door shut, a forceful hand stopped it midway. “What the hell?” I reopened the door only to find Cristiano standing on the steps, a petty look on his face.
“You again?” I sighed, walking away from the door, which I left wide open. It was no point trying to get him to leave because he would probably decline.
“We have to talk, (Y/N),” His tone came out a desperate plea as he closed the front door and followed me into the living room. “There’s nothing to talk about,” I replied coldly, plopping down on one of the couches. “Please hear me out,” Cris sat on the ground facing me to block my view of the television. I rolled my eyes at him dramatically before sitting back into the couch, my arms crossed over my chest.
Cristiano took this as his cue to speak, and he didn’t waste a single moment as he began explaining. “That night,” He started, running a hand through his hair nervously. “That night I was so happy I’d managed to convince you to give me one more chance… I was so happy to be celebrating my birthday with you and I might have gotten a bit too intoxicated. I became unaware of my surroundings and you saw how I could barely stand on my own. When that girl came- I didn’t even know who the hell she was and she threw herself onto me! I couldn’t muster up the energy to shove her off, but I swear to god I didn’t kiss back. I kept mumbling for her to get off but she wouldn’t budge and then you came and-” He groaned, frustrated. By now tears were brimming in his eyes and he tilted his head back in anger, covering his face as he did so.
“Please, (Y/N),” His voice cracked at my name, making me go weak in the knees.
“Don’t cry,” I whispered, immediately giving into him.
“I don’t want to be without you anymore,” He sobbed.
That’s all it took to soften me up. I cupped his face in my hands, smashing my lips against his longingly. He kissed me back with so much want, so much need not even the best liar in the world could pull off such an emotion. “I love you, I swear I only love you,” He mumbled against my lips, crawling on top of me. One thing led to another and we ended up naked, scratching and biting each others bare skin as we made love for the first time in a long time.
Pacing back and forth in front of the front door, I awaited Cristiano’s arrival intently, a flow of emotions running through my veins. It’s been two weeks since we slept together and I’d been getting pregnancy blues ever since. It was nothing at first, but then my doctor confirmed I was with child and I became so scared, not knowing what to do but I knew I had to let Cris know.
A pair of keys jiggled from behind the wooden door, making me freeze in my spot and a worried Cristiano came barging in. “Whats going on?” He breathed, scurrying over to me. “Are you alright?”
“I need to tell you something…” I gulped, eyes wide in agitation.
“What is it?” He eyed me warily, anticipating my answer.
“I’m pregnant,” I chocked the words out, my eyes pooling with tears.
“W-what?” He gasped, eyes widening. “You’re what? Pregnant? Did you just say you’re pregnant?” He rambled on, running a hand through his hair. “You’re pregnant?” Cris repeated, pacing back and forth utter shock. “You’re pregnant.” He came to an abrupt stop. “You’re fucking pregnant!” He chuckled, tearing up as he picked me up off the floor and spun me around gleefully. I was caught of guard to say the least. “Oh my God,” He mumbled, placing me back on the ground. “You’re having our first child!” He laughed joyously, placing a hand on my stomach. “I am,” I let a few tears of happiness and relief escape my eyes.
a klaus/caroline/loki love triangle for your mini drabble thing-y? please please please i'll literally do anything i'm thirsty for this :')
Possibly an unpopular
opinion but Thor is my favourite corner of the Marvel universe! I’ve thought of
this scenario before but never had the opportunity to test it out, so thank
you! I limited myself to 45 minutes for these things but I hope it works!
A Certain Type of Man
Klaus almost doesn’t
answer his phone. An unknown number rarely means good things. It’s not as
though he’s free with his information. All the better to prevent every upstart
witch or bitter vampire with a grudge from thinking that he cares about
whatever petty grudge they have and the doubtlessly shoddy plotting they’re
It does get tedious,
witnessing so many failures.
He’s just landed in
Amsterdam and has sent a compelled human to stow his things in his hotel. It’s
not as if he has anything better to do at the moment.
He lets the call
connect, drawls out a bored, “Hello.”
Immediately hears a
rush of air, a relieved sigh spilling across the line, and a woman’s voice that
he has no trouble placing, “Oh, thank god. I had no idea if your number was
still the same and no idea how to track you down.”
Klaus pauses, throws a
harsh glare at the man who nearly plows into him, “Caroline. A pleasure. How
long has it been?”
He has no trouble
imagining the rolling of her eyes, the impatient set of her brows. “Cut the
crap, Klaus. You know exactly how long it’s been.”
He does. She’d stopped
by New Orleans twelve years ago fresh off a tour of Europe, bright eyed and
bursting with stories and questions. They’d had dinner, many many drinks. Watching her speak,
gesticulate wildly and laugh without any hesitance remains a favorite memory of
Klaus’. He’d done his very best to coax her into a longer stay, and though her
eyes had lingered on his mouth and her body had swayed closer to his than
strictly appropriate Caroline had refused to be tempted.
Still so very stubborn,
her will an iron thing. And though he’d always found it part of her charm Klaus
had been pleased to see a softening, however slight it had been. Once upon a
time she’d not have dawdled at a table with him, would have taken off the
instant she felt she could. He took it as a victory. An indication that one day
he’d be successful.
She’d left in the
morning. With a hug and a promise to
see him around before she’d headed back to Mystic Falls to pay her respects to
her parents and drop in on the Bennett witch. Her plan had been to head to
South America next and he’s heard reports from various contacts that she’d
spent a number of years there before leaving again. Whispers of her whereabouts
had been few and far between ever since.
He realizes he’s taken
too long to respond, and that Caroline’s breaths are anxious, harsh and too
fast. He can hear her moving about, shuffles and the odd thumps. He begins
walking again, more alert. He has no idea why she’d be nervous, he’s always
made it clear that he welcomes hearing from her. “It’s been longer than I’d like,
I must admit. Where are you, love?”
“New York, but I’m
leaving. Like, right now.”
Klaus’ eyes narrow, “Are
you in trouble, Caroline?”
Her motions still and
her voice comes out resigned, “I’m so sorry, Klaus. I really hate that I’m
calling you like this but I have no better option. I am in way over my head.”
“What happened?” Klaus
clips out. They’ll deal with the apologies later, once he’s assured her safety.
“Well, it all started
when I met this guy…”
He grits his teeth,
forces himself not to shatter the phone in his hand. “And…”
“And in the beginning
it was great. He was charming, educated, witty. Even had an accent.”
Not something Klaus
needs to know. He pushes past the flash of jealousy, the twitching of his
fingers that ugres violence. “Sounds like quite the catch.”
“On paper, yep. Until I
found out he was chock full of issues.”
“Yeah. Who knew I was
a beacon for megalomaniacs with daddy issues and way too much power to deal
with them normally? I’d have suggested therapy but then I found out he’s not
exactly human. And super old do I figured it would be useless.”
“You couldn’t tell he was a vampire?” Klaus
asks incredulously. He finds it hard to believe. Caroline’s always been clever,
and is closing in on half a century of vampirism.
She huffs, sounding
offended. “Of course I could’ve. He isn’t a vampire. He’s an alien.
Technically. Though he prefers to be thought of as a god. I wasn’t exaggerating
about the issues.”
Klaus finds himself
halting again, blinking in confusion. He’s never heard any concrete evidence
that other beings exist but he’s always allowed for the possibility given the
universes vastness and the tentative steps humans have made to explore it. “An
alien,” he repeats.
“Yeah, shocked me too.
And hey, I don’t like to discriminate but he seems to think I should accompany
him to Asgard, wherever the hell that is. Isn’t being all that understanding
about the fact that I’m pretty fond of Earth.”
Klaus happened to be
quite fond of Caroline being on earth, would do anything in his power to ensure
she stayed within his reach. “What do you need?”
“To hide. He’s going
to get called back in like a month. I need a witch. A powerful one since this
guy’s no stranger to magic. I don’t want to drag Bonnie into this. She’s got
her hands full with teenage baby witches.”
Klaus nods, already
making a mental list. “You’re packing?”
“Not well but I’ve got
the basics together.”
“Find a car. Not one
you’ve ever been in before. Compel whatever human you steal it from not to miss
it and drive out of the city. I’ll text you directions to a private airstrip. A
plane will be waiting. By the time you’ve landed I’ll have a witch who can hide
She seems calmer, and
Klaus is glad. “Thank you,” she murmurs. “Where am I going?”
“You’re coming to me,
love,” Klaus tells her. And he’ll not hear any arguments about it.
“Probably smart. Since
you’re the most powerful being on earth.”
She’d clearly mocking
him, her voice having dipped low and teasing. Klaus ignores it, “Precisely. I’ll
see you soon, Caroline.”
She thanks him again
before she says goodbye and Klaus changes course, heading back to the airport,
head down as he sends texts to get things arranged. He knows just the witch to
contact, will call in a favor he’s been saving for a very long time.
Caroline, and the
month they’ll spend together (more if he can manage it) waiting for her too persistent suitor to depart, is worth it.
You spend it with Kibum and the boys, having all of them gathered in the house for one big cozy party. It isn’t anything new, because you’ve practically spent the holidays with the guys every year and each time it always ends in the same manner.
Minho and Taemin passed out on the couch from wolfing down too many snicker doodles, Jinki and Kibum huddled together in front of the fireplace speaking in hushed voices. You’re left alone after cleaning up and having nothing else to do.
So you grab for a thick blanket in your room, tip toe through the piles of gift wrap strewn all over the floor (of course Kibum chose not to give you a new laptop), and step outside to settle down on the porch swing.