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LATE NIGHT TALKING | MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER

The best man and maid of honor hooking up? How cliche!!

Word Count: 8k

Warning/Includes: Ridiculous amounts of flirting. Very “omg just fuck him and get it over with” vibes. The wedding of a fictional couple that I got way too invested in! Smut! Named after this song because I was listening to it when I got the request lmao.

Shout out to Matthew for literally being in someone’s wedding while I was writing this. I love you, baby ❤️

Hattie Welsh is a city girl. She was born and raised downtown where she would walk herself to school during the week and had a route for maximum weekend shopping. An only child to two parents, a dad who stayed home when it was Not the norm, she got anything and everything she ever wanted. Her dad would meet her on the front porch with her bike after school and they'd cruise around the neighborhood. On weekends, all three of them would take the 10 minute drive to the local park where they'd bike the same 8 miles every Saturday. At the end of the trail was an ice cream shop. Birthday cake was her favorite. She'd get three scoops in a cone but her dad would always end up finishing the last scoop for her.

It was memories like these that inspired Hattie to use her business degree to open an outdoor supply company. She named it after her parents. Alan & Eva's Co-op. It started very local. But Hattie was always good with promotion. She had an excellent marketing team and connections formed around the state. A year into business and Alan & Eva had three locations.

With this sudden growth, Hattie had to seek out more intensive financial advisement and she requested the services of LF Corporation - financial consultants of companies like North Face and REI.

This is how she met Cole Briggs.

Cole was sent to meet with Alan & Eva's CEO. He knew her name, he knew her qualifications, he knew the context of their meeting. He did not know how gorgeous she was so he was immediately caught off guard. His palms were sweaty by the time they shook hands.

"Oh, wow!" he remarked as he saw the bike mounted on her wall. "A Schwinn? I had the same one as a kid but in green!"

"Oh my gosh, yes! That's actually my childhood bike!" she beamed. She leaned over her desk with a bright smile. "I've kinda outgrown it."

He laughed, "I grew up in Pullen Park neighborhood so my friends and I would ride the trail at-"

"Warren park?" she gasped. "My parents and I used to go every weekend, still do!"

"No way! Where-where are your parents?"

"Downtown, near the natural science museum."

"Ah, yeah, yeah. We didn't get downtown often but we would occasionally have family dinner nights at Kaleidoscope."

"Oh, we love kaleidoscope. The lobster-"

'Mac and cheese! Are you kidding? I can inhale it in one bite. Sometimes my dad would pick it up for me on the way home.”

She cackled. She looked at him lovesick. "How have we never met?"

"What high school did you go to?"

"Hollis. You?"

"Ah, okay. I went to the Day School."

"Ooh, fancy pants."

Blush crept over his face and flustered, he set out his briefcase and took a deep breath. "So you're looking into financial assistance for all three locations?"

She stared at him for a moment, "That's right."

And that was it.

Immediately after Cole left the room, she called you. Her best friend, her confidant, her person. You had your hands busy at work so you tucked the phone between your ear and shoulder, “Hello?"

"[y /n]! Hi, you busy?"

"Uh, a little. But I can chat. What's up?"

"I think I just met my husband."

You paused. "Okay, I'm not busy."

Cole proposed while they were on a hike. A week before, he had asked for your blessing. He said, "You'll be the first one she calls so I just didn't want you to be surprised."

Though, when she facetimed you to show you the diamond rock, you still pretended to be surprised.

A formal ask to be her maid of honor was completely unnecessary. You were born to do it. Who else would it be? Still, she made you the cutest basket, filled with perfume, a travel mug, some candles, some candy. You happily accepted.

And happily planned her engagement party and bridal shower and bachelorette party. You got the dress she wanted you to wear. And when the weekend finally arrived, you traveled nearly an hour into the country to get to the wedding venue.

10 acres of privately owned land sequestered down a dirt road. The ceremony site was a simple platform with an arbor placed in front of rows of benches. Surrounded by trees. Hiding right beside it is a wooden home designated for the newlyweds. The reception site is about a mile away, covered by a tent. There is a garden of roses and daisies. Further down the property is a large barn with rows of tents. It is absolutely everything Cole and Hattie wanted. It is so them.

You help set up for the rehearsal dinner. The parents of the bride and groom have arrived. Your friends and fellow bridesmaids are mingling with the groomsmen. Hattie would be so much more stressed without Opal. Opal is a an older woman, short but strong and a prolific wedding planner. She ushers the men around like pieces on a chess board and directs the caterers without so much as a glance.

As you chat with the happy couple, she calls, "Cole." It's not exactly friendly. She marches up and takes a firm hold of his arm.

"Yes, ma'am?" Cole shakes and Hattie glances over at you with a small smirk. You have to contain your laughter.

"Where is the best man? We are way behind schedule and losing daylight."

"I know. I know. I'm sorry. He had to fly in but last I heard he was on the road from the airport."

"Okay, can I get an ETA on that?"

"I, uh...I don't... have one."

"Babe!" Hattie whines.

"Hey, I'm sorry! Look," he glances at all three of you, intimidated by your pressed faces. "T'll give him a call."

"Wonderful idea," Opal watches closely as he steps away, his phone in his hand, quickly pressed to his ear. She turns away from Hattie, mumbling,

"You update me on that, okay?"

"Yes, Opal," she nods and turns to you with a huff.

You giggle, "Are you sure this guy's real?"

"Oh, I'm sure."

"Okay, well," you throw your hands up in a shrug, "Can't we just start without him? It's hot and we're supposed to be eating already."

"No, we can't. It throws off the flow of the ceremony. Plus, Cole really wants him here."

"Mhm and where is this guy coming from again?"

"Matthew."

"Huh?"

"His name is Matthew."

"Okay. Where is Matthew coming from?"

"New York. I told you he's an actor."

"Yes, yes," you roll your eyes. "Surprised he could find time in his busy schedule to come to his friend's wedding."

"He loves Cole. Cole loves him. More than me, I think. They've known each other forever."

'Mhm. Quick question, does Matthew know Cole's getting married tomorrow?"

She shakes her head and laughs, beaming at Cole as he walks back over. "Hi, baby. Did you talk to him?"

"Uh...no..." he feels bad saying it. "But! I'm sure he'll be here any second."

"Cole!" it's a shriek from the distance that instantly silences the crowd. The crunching of leaves under hurried feet, rustling through the trees, "Cole! I'm here! I'm here!"

"See?" Cole says to Hattie with the brightest smile. "I told you, I told you! Matthew!" he waves.

And out of the trees comes what you can only describe as a colorful slenderman. He's tall and dressed in a sage suit, in accordance with the dress code. He nearly trips coming down the steps but he catches himself, just in time, stumbling over on the tip of his toes. The center of attention, pulling all eyes towards his entrance, which you think would annoy the bride and groom. But no, you look at them and they're just delighted. Grinning ear to ear, Cole's arms outstretched to catch Matthew in a great, big hug.

"Oh, man!" Matthew huffs. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. My flight got delayed and then I couldn't get a rental and then I got lost, I'm so sorry!" he instantly releases Cole to give Hattie a kiss on the cheek and a hug, "I'm so sorry, please don't kick me out of your wedding."

Hattie cackles, “Oh, we could never!”

You watch as his expression transfers from guilt to a sweet smile. You watch him rub your best friend's back and give her one final squeeze before his eyes cut up and accidentally meet your gaze. He couldn't help but wonder where the pretty sandals and pretty dress would lead, but once he sees your face, he can't look away. He stands up tall and takes a small step around Hattie just to get to you. "Hi," he holds out his hand.

"Hi," you smile and your hand fits in his like a glove. You only take a second to memorize the features of his face, the tip of his nose, the stubble on his chin, the light in his eyes. But it feels like an eternity.

Behind him, Hattie and Cole watch the spark catch flame. She nudges his arm and they look at each other with knowing smiles. Cole nods, "Uh, Matthew, this is Hattie's best friend and maid of honor, [y/n]. [y/n], this is my best friend and best man, Matthew."

"ly/n]." Matthew says breathlessly. "Hi."

"Matthew. Hello, nice to meet you."

"Now," he slyly puts his hand over yours to keep it in place. "That is maid of honor, right? Not matron?"

You giggle, "Yes. I'm completely and totally unwed."

"Good, good. Excellent. Love to hear it."

You giggle, again, and it's the most ridiculous sound. Cole and Hattie could not enjoy the show any more. "You two will actually be walking down the aisle together," Hattie says.

"Oh, wow," Matthew exclaims. "Had I known that, I would've been here way sooner."

"So not funny, dude," Cole shakes his head but you think it's hilarious.

"You're laughing?" Opal's voice cuts the laughter short. "The sun is setting, the food is getting cold and you're laughing?"

"Sorry, Opal," Cole frowns. "This is Matthew, the-"

"Matthew, [y/n], I need you two right here," she interrupts and with a hand on Matthew's shoulder, she gently pushes him to the side. She pushes him directly into you and it's almost instinct for his hands to take hold of your waist. Just as much so for your palms to fall on his chest.

"Oh no," he whispers. "This is... terrible."

You laugh and take a step back but he holds onto to your wrist, places your hand around his bicep as he faces forward.

"You feel at home being directed all over the place?" you ask, anxiously straightening out your dress.

"Um, actually I prefer to do the directing."

"Oh, have you considered wedding planning?"

"I offered to plan for these guys but they turned me down. I mean, what the fuck?"

"Well, I think that would've required you to be on time. Early even."

"Oh, then I'm out."

You cackle, a lot louder than you mean to, and once again here's Opal. "You two need to switch sides."

"Hm?"

"Switch."

"Oh."

You feel Matthew's hand linger on your back as you step around him, your hand instantly latching onto his opposite arm.

"We're so good at this," you shrug.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, right? Right? You'd think she'd cut us some slack."

Despite all the fuss leading up to it, the ceremony rehearsal itself is only 10 minutes at most. You and Matthew are the last to make your entrance and it is an odd feeling to separate. He stands on the opposite side of the arbor and as the flower girl practices her walk, he catches your eyes and mouths: miss you.

"Wonderful!" Opal cheers. It's the first time you've seen her smile all night. Once Cole and Hattie have finally taken their places right in the center. "Absolutely wonderful. Now, if everyone will head over to the reception hall for dinner. There is a lukewarm meal awaiting you all," and she cuts her eyes at Matthew.

"Again, Opal, so sorry about that," he shakes his head. You seem to be the only one who finds it funny.

Hattie gives Cole one big kiss and turns to you, "How weird was that? Me walking down the aisle? Did I look stupid?"

You take her hands in yours, shaking your head, "You looked beautiful. It's gonna be beautiful."

She shrieks, a long "eeeek!" of excitement that ripples amongst you and your friends. The group steps down from the platform, followed closely by the groom and his party. Matthew takes the opportunity to grab Cole's arm and whisper, "How long have you known [y/n]?”

"Uh, pretty much as long as I've known my fiancée." he laughs.

"And you were... what? Just hiding her from me? Not cool."

"You were hardly in the proper condition for someone like [y/n]. She's, uh, how do I say? Very grown up. Very focused, like her best friend.”

"And now? What condition am I in now?"

"The kind of condition where...I literally had no choice but to let you meet her?"

"Fuck off," Matthew shoves him and Cole stumbles with a cocky laugh.

"Sooooo," Hattie says as she interlocks your arms. She notices you looking back and she knows exactly who you're looking for. "Little lady?"

"Yes, little miss?"

"What do you think of Matthew?"

Your stomach flips at the sound of his name. "What do you mean?"

"Don't do that."

"What? What are you talking about?"

“This was you the whole rehearsal.." she sticks her finger between her teeth and mocks your giggle, "Tee-hee. Oh, tee-hee-hee-hee.”

"I was not!"

"Oh, but you were. You're quite smitten."

"I am not!"

"He's smitten with you, too."

"Whatever," you roll your eyes. But after a brief pause, you ask, "You think so?"

Clink-clink-clink.

You watch as Hattie rises from her seat, her doting fiancé standing beside her, to give a toast. You look up at her and it's not until this moment that you realize she's getting married. Not when she tried on her dress, not when she did a practice run down the aisle. Here. Now. With Cole's arm around her waist.

"Thank you all so much for being here. We're so grateful to have all our closest friends and family by our sides through this crazy weekend. I know some of you traveled very far and some of you are probably wondering when this whole thing will just be over but," she laughs along with the crowd. "Soon. Very soon. Thank you all for being readers in our little fairytale. Particularly these people sitting up here beside us, I know my friends have gotten an earful about Cole over the years."

"What did she say?" Cole interrupts, jokingly cutting his head towards all of you which earns him a burst of laughter.

"Seriously. Thank you all. Tomorrow wouldn't be possible without you and we can't imagine any other way. So…" she raises her glass glass and, because she's the bride and everyone must obey, everyone raises theirs as well. She looks Cole right in the eye and gives him that same lovesick smile she gave them the day they met. You glance away for only a moment and Matthew is looking at you the same way.

You tilt your head at him, furrow your eyebrows.

"To you," Hattie says. "To me. To us. Cheers."

"Cheers!" you toast, looking directly at Matthew who raises his glass to you, you alone, before taking a sip.

At the end of the night, the bride and groom are meant to retire to their respective areas. Cole and his groomsmen have a cabin on the other side of the property. Hattie and the girls have reign of the barn and an array of tents just in case they're feeling particularly outdoorsy. Yet, when the time comes, you and your friends sit on the barn's porch and watch Hattie and Cole embrace each other for a long time.

"I change my mind," she tells him. "We should just spend the night together. Let's go to our tree house."

He giggles and gives her a gentle kiss, "Ah, you just wanna get in my pants."

"So?"

A cackle now, "Goodnight, future wife. I love you."

"Noooo!"

"I love you!"

"I love you!"

Hattie waits until he's out of sight, and even then, she stands there and wishes for him to come back.

"H! Come on, honey," your friend calls to her. "It's late. Big day tomorrow!"

So she reluctantly walks up the stairs and begins the process of unwinding. It's not easy. Every second something pops into her mind and she hops up, ready to spring into action. It's a group effort to reel her in. Eventually, it's just you and her, lying in a cozy bed and she can barely keep her eyes open. She's trying though.

"Okay," you sigh. "I should probably get going. You gonna be alright?"

She nods, "I'm getting married..."

You grin, "Yes, ma'am. You are. So you need to get some rest," you kiss her forehead and rise out of bed, groaning as you straighten yourself up. "You need anything?”

"Mm-mm," she shakes her head. "I'm okay. See you in the morning."

"See you in the morning."

You're one of the few who chose to rough it in a tent for the night. There's a small heater and a platform bed. It's not a whole lot but the bedding is comfortable. You snuggle in and despite all your exhaustion, you spend the next chunk of time scrolling on your phone. When you hear a faint knock on the scaffolding of your tent, you’re suddenly hyperaware of the fact that you're in the middle of the woods. Alone. Quite a distance between you and the next tent. You sit up slowly, unsure if your mind is playing tricks on you. You take timid steps towards the opening and flinch as a shadow passes by.

You hesitantly pull down the zipper and when you see Matthew wondering around, you breathe a sigh of relief. “Fuck, dude. You scared the crap out of me."

"I'm so sorry," he instantly returns and lowers himself down to your level. "I didn't mean to."

"Um..you do know this is the bridal side of the property, right?"

"Mhm. I was looking for you."

"Me?"

"Mhm. Wanna go for a walk?"

"A walk?"

"Yeah, with me?"

"With you?"

"Okay, just assume I mean everything I say from now on."

You giggle, "I just met you a few hours ago...you want me to walk some random trail with you in the middle of the night?"

"All true, yes."

You tilt your head at him, "Fine. Okay."

"Don't sound too excited."

You turn around briefly to grab a hoodie. You throw it on and step out of the opening, taking Matthew's hand as you step off the platform. He takes your hand and he doesn't let go. He'd hate to lose you in the dark.

“So,” he says as you start down the trail. Your face is gently illuminated by the lights along the pathway and he can’t stop staring. “How do you know Hattie?”

“Technically high school, but I think we were separated at birth.”

He chuckles, “Best friends, huh?”

“Oh, best friends. Went to college together, too. Lived together for a while, didn’t kill each other.”

“That’s rare.”

“I know. I don’t see her nearly as often as I’d like but that’s my girl. How do you know Cole?”

“Drama camp.”

You stop in your tracks, stop both of you in your tracks. Still, Matthew doesn’t let go of your hand. “Drama camp?”

“Yes? You didn’t know Cole was a theater kid?”

You continue walking but your face is absolutely flabbergasted. “Cole? Finance bro Cole? A theatre kid? You’re fucking with me.”

“Oh, I am not. He was quite good actually,” he laughs. “He could’ve been a star.”

“Wow…” you shake your head. “Wow. You think you know someone.”

“And then you find out he was in a summer production of Fiddler on the Roof.”

You stop again. You feel like you could fall to your knees. “Matthew. Please. Please tell me there are pictures.”

“My mom recorded the whole thing, there’s a cassette tape somewhere.”

“Oh my god!” you cackle. “You’ll have to show me.”

“Fly out to Vegas with me at the end of the weekend. I’ll show you all the good stuff.”

“Oh. You’re planning on taking me to your hometown already? To meet your mom and everything?”

“You can meet my mom, you can meet my dad, you can meet my stepparents, you can meet my sister, my brother, her husband, his wife, my nephews.”

“Woah!”

“Oh, they’d love you.”

“I just wanna see Fiddler on the Roof!”

You’re not sure how long you stay out with him. The trail lights make it seem like no time has passed at all. You fill the air with so much chatter that it’s a shock when you loop around to the barn. As you near your tent, Matthew’s steps grow smaller. Slower, following close behind you with your hand still tight in his.

“Well,” he sighs. “Thank you for accompanying me. I was scared to walk alone.”

“Oh, is that why you invited me?”

“I just thought I’d get lost by myself. Needed backup.”

“Mhm,” you nod. “You do seem quite helpless.”

“You have no idea.”

You giggle and as you step up to your tent, you’re not ready to go inside just yet. So you turn to him and he is dangerously close to you. You can feel the heat radiating from his chest.

“Well, I had a nice time,” you smile. “Thank you.”

“Thank you.”

It’s going to happen. You raise yourself on your toes. He takes a firm hold of your forearms. His nose touches yours. Then you hear the sharp sound of a zipper slashing open. You both flinch and look over to see your friend, poking her head of wild hair out the opening of her tent.

You bashfully step away from Matthew, crossing your arms. “Hi, Gina.”

Gina squints, yawning, “[y/n]?” She rubs her tired eyes and looks at you. Then at Matthew. Then you. Then Matthew. “Uh…what the hell are you two doing?” she smirks.

“Nothing,” you tell her. “Go back to sleep.”

She looks at you. Then Matthew. Then you. You. And she ducks her head back in.

You chuckle shyly and shake your head. Moment’s gone but he still looks pretty under the moonlight.

“It’s late,” you whisper. “I need my beauty sleep.”

He scoffs, “To get even more beautiful?” he shakes his head jokingly as he backs away. “[y/n], that’s just greedy.”

You laugh, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Oh, yes. You will,” he waves as he walks away. Blowing you a kiss, “Goodnight, [y/n].”

You wait until he's out of sight, and even then, you stand there and wish for him to come back.

“Ahhhh!” Hattie screams once you rise in the morning. You step into the barn, groggy and sluggish, but when you see her rushing towards you, you can’t help but smile. “Hi! Good morning!”

“Good morning, beautiful bride!” you give her a tight hug.

“We’re having a little breakfast. Here’s your mimosa.”

You glance down at the glass, taking it from her hesitantly, “It’s eight in the morning?”

“Hey, everyone has to do what I say today!”

“Okay, okay,” you take a quick sip and she beams, sitting down beside you at the table.

You fill your plate with food and seamlessly fall in conversation. None of it about the wedding, ironically. You have the rest of the day for that. Right now, in this moment, it’s gossip. It’s silly. It’s so relaxing that you don’t even realized you’ve finished your mimosa.

“I thought it was pretty cozy,” Gina shrugs. “Not sure what [y/n] thinks but then again she was out with Matthew all night.”

There is an immediate halt. Forks hitting the plate, a stunned silence falling over the room and all eyes on you.

“You were?” Hattie gasps.

You stutter, “It…wasn’t…all night. We-we just went for a walk.”

“Oh, is that what the kids are calling it these days?” a friend chimes in.

“We went for an actual walk!” you exclaim. “It was nothing.”

“Ohhhh, yeah,” Gina laughs. “It sure looked like nothing when I caught you two making out.”

Instant gasps.

“We did not make out!” you insist. “We didn’t even kiss!”

“H, how do u feel about making this wedding a joint thing?”

You look down, picking at your food as your face burns red and Hattie is just grinning at you.

Across the way, Cole receives a text from his bride, saying: Ask your friend wtf he was doing last night

Cole raises his eyebrows and spots Matthew shaving in the bathroom mirror. He slyly walks in and crosses his arms. He tries his best to be nonchalant, leaning back against the wall, eyeing Matthew in the mirror, “So. You have a good night?”

Matthew furrows his brows at him, “Yeah? Bed was comfortable.”

“Mhm. And…you didn’t…didn’t sneak off anywhere?”

Matthew completely turns his body around, “You and the wife talking about me?”

“My wife and her wife are talking about you, I think.”

He can’t help but smile to himself, “Well…cool…”

Cole laughs, “What’s the plan here, dude?”

“The plan is…to see [y/n] again as soon as humanly possible.”

Cole shakes his head, breaking a smile, “You do know that this is my wedding, right?”

Matthew laughs as he pats his face clean, “Yeah but…I don’t know, I was kinda thinking we could make it a joint thing?”

Once everyone’s hair and makeup is done, it’s silly to you that you have to pretend to do it all for photos. The makeup artist holds her brush to your full glam face just so the photographer can take a shot and it takes everything in you not to laugh. But it’s what the bride wants. You and the girls get into your dresses. You twirl and giggle like a game of dress up. Until Opal announces Hattie’s entrance. Then suddenly it’s very real.

Hattie walks downstairs in her gown, a ballgown specifically. Poofy, but not too big, a corset holding up her breasts, a diamond necklace on her chest to match her earrings. Her hair is put up and curled. Her makeup is done to perfection.

Oh. She is just perfect.

It moves everyone to a fit of squeals but you clasp your hands over your mouth and just stare at her. You go to wipe the tears from your eyes but remember your makeup so you fan your face. She laughs as she walks directly to you and takes you a tight hug. The photographer captures your sobbing face in all it’s glory. Hattie will frame that one for sure.

When Hattie’s dad comes around to escort her to the ceremony site, you take her hands in yours.

“It’s not too late,” you tell her. “We can still run.”

She laughs. “You know…I thought I might for a second there but…nah, I don’t wanna. I wanna marry him.”

You have to shake your head to keep from crying, “Okay. Okay, then let’s get you fucking hitched.”

Guest have arrived. Each chair is full and the forest around them is positively buzzing with excitement. The florals accentuate the atmosphere beautifully and now all that’s missing is the blushing bride.

You walk down the pathway with your friends, each of you holding up your dresses to protect them from the dirt. Your dress is by far the shiniest. Though all of yours are a variation of green patterns, yours is solid and laced with golden glitter tulle. The maid of honor must stand out. Matthew catches sight of you immediately but not just because you’re the maid of honor, not just because you’re shiny. But because it’s you.

And you look amazing.

It’s like everyone and everything around you fades away. Like he’s watching you walk towards him in slow motion. Your hair flowing in the wind, your lips stretching out into a smile just for him. When you step up to him, he has to take a moment because you just smell so good.

“Wowww,” he breathes out. “Look at you.”

You blush, “Look at me? Look at you!” you don’t even think about it, you just touch his clean shaven face. Run your knuckles over the smooth skin and he revels in it, closing his eyes for just a second. “You clean up nice.”

“Thank you. I only do it when absolutely necessary.”

You laugh and lean into him a bit, totally fixated until you notice the other bridesmaids watching you both from the sidelines. You cut your eyes at them and take a step back. You’re grateful when Opal comes in with her iron fist, arranging you all in order and demanding you stay there.

The music starts, you take a deep breath. You gave Matthew’s arm a squeeze, “You remember anything from rehearsal?”

“Nope, not at all. Just winging it.”

There is not much to say about the ceremony itself except that everyone - everyone - is in tears by the end. It is only thirty minutes but after it all, Cole and Hattie are married and nothing has ever felt so right.

Matthew links your arms as you make your exit behind the newlyweds and you can help but laugh at the tears staining his cheeks. You grin as you wipe them away with your thumb.

Pictures.

So many fucking pictures. So many poses. So many arrangements. So many beautiful backdrops to stand in front of and smile and live in awe of the bride and groom. Eventually, Cole and Hattie go off to take their own portraits and unsurprisingly, you wind up eating a plate of hors d'oeuvres with Matthew.

“You know her?” he asks you, nodding his head towards a guest who stays seated, fanning herself with her wedding program.

“Yeah, that’s Mia. We went to college with her.”

“It’s, like, not that hot out here, right? Am I crazy?”

“Asshole,” you swat his arm. “She’s pregnant.”

“Oh…oh. Oh, she is?”

“Yes!” you giggle. “You just can’t tell because she chose the poofiest dress to wear today.”

“Oopsie,” he cringes. “Hey, is that something you might consider?”

“Hm?”

“Getting pregnant?”

You nearly choke on your bite of food but promptly clear your throat, “What the fuck? Is that a threat?”

“No. No, it’s an offer,” he grins.

You shake your head at him, ducking your hesd down so he can’t see your heated face. Your smile. “You have your speech prepared?" you ask him.

"Speech?"

"Uh, yeah. Your best man speech?"

"I was supposed to write a speech?" he exclaims.

Your jaw drops in shock and horror and you're dangerously close to scolding him until you see a smirk form on his face.

'That's not funny!"

"Of course I have a speech. You think I'm nuts?"

"Yes!"

"I have a speech prepared that is going to bring absolutely everyone in attendance to tears. They might as well go ahead and pass out the tissues now."

"Oh, real confident there, huh?"

"My speech is gonna kick your speech's ass."

You cackle, "It's not a contest, you freak. We're declaring our love for our best friends and their new spouse!"

"Sounds like you're nervous. Sounds like you can't take the heat."

"What heat? You know what? I'm not doing this with you. I'm gonna deliver my speech and as long as Hattie loves it, I'm content."

He nods, “…bawk-bawk-bawk-bawk."

"Stop it!"

"[y/n]!” you hear from behind you and you whip your head around. Hattie is running up to you, dress lifted, feet fast. "[y/n]!"

You run right to her, catching her in your arms as you collide, "What? What is it? What's wrong? What are you doing? You're supposed to be getting ready for your grand entrance!"

She huffs, catching her breath, "I know. I will. I am, whew..." she catches her breath. "I just had to tell you," she pants. "I just got fucked in my wedding dress!"

"Oh!" you cover your mouth to conceal your burst of laughter. "Oh my god! I thought this was a classy party!"

"Well, we wrote it into the schedule. We even finished with three minutes to spare. Both of us!"

"Oh my god!" you repeat, hunching over in laughter as she runs off.

You and Matthew hadn’t prepared anything especially elaborate for your reception entrance. But the DJ makes the best man and maid of honor sound like such a big deal that you have to do something. Anything. And utimately, he just ends up twirling you around in front of him. Your dress flows through the air, this wide smile on your face and he so casually wraps his arms around you to prevent you from tripping in your heels.

Seriously. Could you two make it any more obvious?

Cole and Hattie are greeted with an uproar of applause and cheers, the photographer right in their faces, an outpour of love coming from all around them. You clap your hands incessantly and right in your ear is Matthew cheering, his hands on your waist, your back against his chest like it’s no big deal.

You sit down to eat with your friends and it’s one big round table of alcohol, gushing, yelling and laughter. Matthew’s called up to give his speech and he makes sure to walk by you on his way up. “Watch and learn,” he whispers.

You shake your head, roll your eyes, but you’re watching him. You’re watching the way he instantly takes control of the room and radiates this light under the night sky. You’ve got to give it to him. It’s a good speech. From beginning to end, it’s captivating. The emotional cadence in his voice ripples across the room and there is actually, literally a box of tissues being passed around.

He’s applauded by every guest and he immediately runs up to Cole and Hattie to give them a tight hug. He walks over to you and holds the microphone out for you, “Beat that.”

You eye him as he walks off and the giddy smile on your face quickly disappears when you make eye contact with Gina. She pinches her fingers and knocks her hands together, puckering her lips and making kissing sounds.

“Stop it,” you whisper.

You’re not as used to the spotlight as Matthew so when you stand up in front of everyone, you freeze for a moment. You struggle to get the words out. It’s not a contest, but you’re already losing. So you look at Hattie, the one person you are doing all of this for. It makes it a lot easier to just, speak your truth, “Hi. I’m [y/n] and Hattie is my very best friend.”

Hattie’s a mess instantly.

That’s the fun part about being the bride’s best friend. You know all the best parts of her relationship. You also know all the worst parts but those don’t need to be spoken today. You know how it’s made her happier, stronger, glow in a way she never thought possible. You know better than anyone that this is where she’s meant to be and who she’s meant to be here with.

She can hardly wait one second after you finish to run up to you and give you a big hug. She squeezes you so tightly that you think she’ll never, ever let you go. You escort her back to the sweethearts table and throw a smug look towards Matthew’s way. He puts his hands up in surrender. You win.

After a while, when the grandparents and kids have left and the hour for the fun adults has arrived, you’re just buzzed enough to dance. And you do. You let Hattie shake her ass on you a bit and for a while, you’re just girls again. No one’s wife, no one’s employee. Just girls. It wears you. You take a seat just to down the rest of your wine and catch your breath.

“You all danced out?” Matthew asks as he approaches you. He holds out his hand, “Or you got one more left in you?”

You tilt your head, drunkenly smirking at him, “I think I can squeeze you in.”

“Yeah?” he pulls you to your feet and into his arms. “Squeeze me into where?”

You giggle. You shamelessly fall into his chest, “Take me to the dancefloor.”

He does, he lead you right to the center. He puts his hands on the small of your back and cradles your hand against his chest. He breathes in the scent of your hair and sighs.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do once I have to part from you tomorrow.”

“Just put me in your pocket,” you whisper. “Take me to the big city.”

He chuckles, pulls you closer, putting your bodies flush together. “I will, in a heartbeat. Just say the word.”

You grin. You stare into those beautiful eyes of his and inhale the center of his chest and exhale with a soft hum, “The word.”

He smiles. You smile. You take a look around and then you two make your exit.

Off to the side, the bride and groom are slow dancing. The rest of the world has faded away. Though their feet are a bit uncoordinated, everything feels properly in place.

“Sooo,” Hattie puts her nose to his. “You’re thinking the same thing I am, right?”

“Thaaaat we have three more minutes of fun time? You wanna go now?”

She cackles, “No! About Matthew and [y/n].”

“Ohhh, right. Them. You were right. I owe you five bucks.”

“Mhm. For the rest of your life.”

He smiles softly, rubbing her back. He looks around the area and furrows his eyebrows, “Where…are Matthew and [y/n]?”

Hattie giggles, singing, “I know where they are.”

“No…” Cole gasps. “No…you think?”

She shakes her head at him. Sweet, dumb Cole. “Oh you are just so cute!” she kisses his nose.

In the solitude of your tent, Matthew stands behind you and slowly unzips your dress. He plants soft kisses on each spot of your skin as it’s revealed and you hum under your breath at the gentle contact. His hands latch onto the thin straps and pull them over your shoulders. He kisses your neck and runs his hands over your chest as he pushes the dress down your body. All that’s left of you is a strapless bra and seamless panties that he sticks his hands in. You step out of them and turn to face him.

You touch his face and look at him with these hooded eyes, smiling softly as you push his jacket off of his shoulders. You undo the buttons on his shirt and touch all over his exposed chest. He nuzzles his nose into yours as you take off his pants and he falls back on the tiny bed, letting you pull them off his legs.

He stretches out his legs but his feet hang off the edge so he bends his knees, “I don’t think I fit,” he chuckles.

You grin as you casually straddle his lap, running your hands over his arms. “We’ll just have to make you fit,” you whisper.

He gives you the faintest little whimper, leaning in to you with his mouth open. And just like you had meant to last night, finally, you kiss him. You kiss him. You touch his tongue to yours and place your hand on his throat, engulfing his entire mouth in yours. Both of you release these deep, guttural moans and Matthew gasps as you roll your hips on him.

He grips onto your waist, readjusts to get the right angle and you can feel him getting hard between your legs. It's almost juvenile, the way you both get so hot from dry humping. The way your mouths are so hungry that there's no coordination.

There's moments where you go in for his lips and catch his cheek instead and he pushes his face into yours so quickly that he only catches your bottom lip. He goes to grab your hair to keep you in place but he doesn't want to mess it up so he holds the back of your neck. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, take a tight grip of his hair and lean your entire body on his. There, the friction is perfect and you moan directly into his mouth.

Matthew shifts his focus to your jaw, gently nibbling on the skin from your ear to your neck as he unhooks your bra. You whine quietly, rocking your hips against him and leaning your head back to expose your throat. He wants to fucking bite you. He has the quickest impulse to sink his teeth into you but he doesn’t want to leave a mark so his hands land harshly on your ass as he groans in your ear. You gasp, your back arching and you think: fuck this.

You put your hand on his chest and push him back on the bed. He lets you but he whimpers. He wants to be kissing you. Needs to be kissing you. He looks up at you with wide eyes, his jaw dropping when you free his cock from his briefs. He licks his lips, nodding, begging, “Mm…mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm.”

You giggle at him, but that giggle is cut quickly by the ease in which his cock slides into you. You both gasp and he catches you as you fall into his arms. You feel just as good as he thought you would. Better. Even better. You watch his eyes roll to the back of his head and you try to kiss but your mouth are wide open. It’s mainly just heaving breathing and teeth on teeth.

He takes full advantage of the angle in his knees, keeps his hands on your ass to spread you open and push all the way into you. He likes the sound you make so he does it again. Again. Pulling all the way, pushing all the way in. Again, a little deeper. Again, a little harder. Harder and harder until you’re squeaking against each other’s lips uncontrollably, the one thing that’s louder than the sound of his skin slapping into yours.

He looks into your hooded eyes and begs, “Kiss me.”

So you do. You kiss him with a sloppy mouth and once again, there’s no coordination. You’re rocking around the tiny bed so carelessly that it might break. But even then, you wouldn’t stop. It’s hard to breathe. It’s hard to think. You just push yourself back on his cock, meeting him at just the right time that you’re entire body twitches violently.

“N-not…fuck…” you stutter against his lips. “Not…gonna…last…long…like this…mm, fuck.”

And he grins, delighted at the thought of getting you off. So quickly, so easily. Still, he pleads, “Oh…” he bucks his hips up into you. “Can’t we just…m-make it last forever? P-please…please, please, please…”

You shut him up with another kiss. You grab onto his hair and grind on him eagerly, chasing your high for what feels exactly like forever. The way the tension builds first in your thighs and then your belly and radiates throughout your entire body, you can hardly comprehend it. You tighten your grip on his hair and breathe out, “Matthew.”

“[y/n],” he breathes out and it sounds so helpless that you can only reply with a whimper. You increase your speed, your rhythm becomes sloppy but Matthew is rock solid. He cups your face in his hands and repeats, “[y/n].”

“O-oh, fuck. Oh…god…” you latch onto his wrists. You can’t take it anymore, “Mm…” and you come on his cock with a loud and visceral moan straight from the back of your throat. The way your pussy tightens around him has him matching your volume and the kiss you give him is so dirty that he will taste it for weeks.

He doesn’t stop. He fucks you through it until your body is all but convulsing. He only stops to prevent himself from coming inside of you, instead raising your hips to shoot his load all over his stomach. His knees tense up and tighten against you as the weakest groans escape his lips. You hum softly to yourself and you lower yourself down the mattress, licking the mess off his stomach as you make your way back to his lips. He’s stunned but rewards you with a kiss. He wishes the kiss could last forever. He tries his best to make it so.

But you crash on his chest, panting loudly and allowing your body to finally relax. Your head rises and falls with every heavy breath he takes.

“Let’s get married,” he huffs and you laugh, sitting up to look at him. “No?”

“Mm-mm,” you shake your head.

“Ugh…worth a shot.”

It’s so peaceful. A calm after a storm - a hurricane. Until your phone illuminates the dark space and you reach over his body to check the text. It’s from Hattie -

As soon as youre both done, my husband and i would like to make our outro! :)

“Oh, shit!” you exclaim and that’s all Matthew needs to hear.

You both hop up at lightening speed. You somehow get dressed even quicker. You rush out of the tent, nearly tripping over your feet, hand in hand.

“Wait,” Matthew says and when you pause to look at him, he fixes the clip in your hair and then he gives you a kiss. You look back at him with a smile as you run back to the reception.

You catch Hattie and Cole just in time. They are already lined up and ready to go when you two reappear. Matthew grabs Cole’s shoulder and laments, “Sorry about that, dude. I-I got caught up. Sorry.”

“Oh yeah,” Cole smirks as he keeps walking. “I can tell. Your jacket’s on inside out.”

After Matthew remedies that, you two casually clap and cheer as the newlyweds walk through the crowd of excitement. They promptly load themselves up on a golf cart and you watch them disappear into the night.

Matthew sighs, turning to you, “So…I guess our jobs are done for the night.”

You sigh in return, shrugging, “I guess so.”

“You gonna be lonely in that tent tonight?”

“God...” you shake your head. “I hope not.”

And that night, you are far, far from lonely in that tent.

You wake up together. Matthew made himself fit in that bed once again. You get dressed together. You both clean up the tent and step out together. And once again, there’s Gina, catching you in the act. She doesn’t say anything. But when she walks past you two, the tiny smile on her face says it all.

Back at the reception site, Hattie and Cole serve a light breakfast and deliver a toast that is short and sweet. Blah blah blah, thank you all for coming. Blah blah blah, we love you so much. Blah blah blah, we have a plane to Cabo to catch. You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here!

They go around to say their goodbyes and while Cole is distracted, Hattie intentionally saves you for last. She gives you a long hug, “Missed you last night.”

“Yeah, uh…” you blush. “I am so sorry about that.”

“Oh no, don’t be,” she gives you a quick kiss on the cheek. “It all went according to plan.”

“To-“ you stutter. “Hattie Jane Welsh…”

“Aht-aht!” she grins as she walks away from you to join her husband. She flashes her rings, “Hattie Jane Briggs. I already changed it on instagram and facebook!”

You jaw is dropped in absolute shock and you can’t pick it up. In fact, your mouth is still wide open when Matthew approaches you.

“So, pretty lady, what are you doing after this?” he asks.

“Got a train to catch back home.”

“Oh, a train? How far is the drive?”

“About an hour.”

“I have an hour…” he says. “And a rental car.”

A sweet smile spreads across your face. He mirrors it right back to you. You take hold of your suitcase, step over to him, stand straight up and wrap your hand around his bicep. You’ve had a lot of practice.

“Okay,” you nod. “Let’s go.”

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[pazziville]

because i adore pazzi to the bone and have them on my mind 24/7/365 i shall present my pazzi roman empire list

part two here!

pazzi state fair tradition

azzi's mom liking a post about pazzi and paige

azzi greeting jon a hbd ft. paige

azzi saying paige has a great heart

paige lockdown defense aka hugging azzi

pazzi reserved 💗 for each other compilation

azzi calling out for paige

pazzi horseback riding

paige being touchy to azzi while playing with kids

azzi's lock screen that is allegedly paige (other angle)

the ornament

drake concert

paige is a fudd confirmed

azzi's amazing nap with paige

pazzi bench getty images

paige being azzi's number one fan and the president of azzi fudd fan club

infamous ice live ft. pazzi

europe air

pazzi touchy moment near the bench

matching for halloween (video clip)

paige calling azzi bighead

paige's crush

down bad in europe

paige being a menace while azzi studies

azzi annoying paige after their cool handshake

paige watching azzi with a baby

taking the fair to paige

matching/borrowing of necklace pt. 1

azzi twerking in front of paige

allegedly jealous azzi

iconic 'wife' clip

paige one sided staring contest with azzi

the goddamn sza concert wherein paige allegedly looked at azzi in the lyric 'i don't wanna see you with anyone but me'

team paige or team azzi

team doing a tiktok and paige allegedly pointing at azzi and looking at her during the lyric 'i'm saying that i love you everyday'

lifting clip

totally unnecessary holding of hands

sharing of clothes pt. 1

europe boat together

ice suspiciously smiling when paige mentions azzi

no one can stop them from teasing each other

matching shorts

together before mavs vs celtics game 2

paige staring at azzi hard

azzi saying it's good that paige isn't scared of the dark cause she is

compilation of interactions for team usa u17 part 1 part 2 part 3

paige sleeping in azzi's bed [video]

cruise clip

moments during 2018 girl's capital classic all-star game at st john's

lowkey flexing each other

paige fixing whatever was on azzi's outfit during the wnba draft

taking photos of each other

them in each other's ig comments

THE pazzi hug

crazy eye contact in sue bird's show

matching pants

young azzi slapping paige's forehead

azzi staring lovingly at paige

azzi wearing pazzi slam shirt and covering paige's face with a sticker

paige hovering over azzi while she works out

sleeping on the couch

her partner in crime

paige in azzi's tiktok comments

azzi's relationship with paige's family (another one)

azzi spanking paige

paige's eyes are glued to azzi

paige favorite a semi-pazzi edit

young pazzi enjoying a party together

matching/borrowing of necklace pt. 2

azzi hugging paige's mom

reading in front of kids

airport fetus pictures

camping

princess was rizzed

borrowing/matching clothes pt. 2

paige grabbing azzi for a hug

factimes

azzi trolling paige's reading ability

matching outfit

a bueckers bantering with a fudd

gentlewoman paige

soft pat pats

borrowing/matching clothes pt. 3

story of the olaf lego [one] [two] [three] [service]

paige heart eyes

azzi heart eyes

part of the family

azzi speechless after looking at paige [backup]

since i've hit the link limit in this post, time to make a second list which i'll be linking in this post! 💗

a/n: submissions of worthy pazzi roman empire moments will be accepted and shall be continuously added to this list. 🫶🏼

[cupcakeatsea]

I’m not the only one to have questions about whether Doctor Odyssey is some sort of alternative reality or not. Honestly I’m not sure - part of me hopes for the silly, sexy boat show to just be that, but another part hopes for some sort of twist. So I’m going to brain dump my thoughts here to bring some people along for the ride.

Firstly, what situation are we actually watching? If this isn’t a normal cruise ship, what’s happening?

Theory number 1 is that this is Dr Max Bankman’s coma dream. And I definitely see why this is the most popular. He’s the main character and the Covid flashbacks are vague and dreamlike compared to the way the rest is shot. But while this feels most obvious alternative reality, Ryan Murphy also co -created Grotesquerie which is a coma dream. So I’d be seriously surprised if that was used twice in two separate tv shows from the same person in the last 6 months. NGL I’ll be kind of pissed if I watch this happen twice so close together.

Second theory, and what I’m leaning towards is this is some kind of afterlife. References to the ship being a “paradise”, to it being like “heaven” and to the crew being “guardian angels”. Capt Massey takes his responsibility to the passengers extremely seriously and tells Max as much so the safety of all on board is really important. It’s also considered a “once in a lifetime” trip, which yeah, it would be if you’re dead. I like the idea that it’s ferrying the dead to their place of rest.

So now I’m going to go into some of the reasons I think something is off with this ship.

All the main cast have had near death experiences. Max with Covid, Avery with appendicitis, Tristan with CO2 poisoning and even Capt Massey with his broken heart syndrome. I know in any medical based drama the main cast will have close calls but this is within the first 6 episodes. Suspicious…

We never see anyone board or disembark from the ship. It’s strange to not even have generic establishing shots of people walking up near the ship, to have a green screened few shots of the crew on a harbour side, to have any moment of people coming on or off the ship even as a suggestion. Everyone comes in through the trippy tunnel and that’s it. Now, either I’m too poor to even comprehend such an impressive entryway or this is a visual of “going down the tunnel to the light”. Because I don’t think any cruise ship in existence has an entry like that.

“But Cupcake”, I hear you say, “what about the scenes off the boat? On the islands and beaches?” Well, we might see them on a speedboat if we’re lucky, but not actual shots of leaving or getting on the ship. And we only ever see crew or passengers from the ship at these destinations. The big one here is the passenger whose arm gets trapped in the cave - where are the local emergency services? Where’s the coastguard? An emergency helicopter of some sort? Why is the medical crew of a cruise ship doing extreme emergency rescues? We hear about all these incredible destinations they stop at but we see nothing of them and no outsiders to the ship (the couple lost at sea are sort of an exception but I think you can work it into the theory).

Next thing is something specifically brought up by Sam that I follow on TikTok for 911 stuff (vampirebuckley on X). Dr Max has to be lying about his award for cleft palate surgery (he’s the wrong kind of doctor for that), or it’s a fantasy of being exceptional. But I extend that to all the medical crew. They’re qualified and experienced enough to perform surgery (skin infection debridement and appendectomy), and they have such broad and in-depth medical knowledge they can diagnose (potential) tropical diseases and Huntington’s? Not forgetting they have a CT machine ON A CRUISE SHIP. I’m no medical professional, all I’ve done is watch medical tv shows, but this is out there even for this genre. It’s like the fantasy of being exceptional in your field, but all of this is just insane for a cruise ship however luxurious it is.

Lastly, the name of the show. The word odyssey literally means an arduous journey. Homer’s The Odyssey is about Odysseus facing many trials as he makes his way home from war. Sure, it could just be a cool sounding name or it could be a hint. Also why I’m leaning towards a ferrying the dead situation because that still holds some danger in trying to get everyone to the other side safely whereas the ship just being heaven would be a bit too final and lacking the risk factor a medical show needs.

If you read all this, thank you! I’m new to all this theorising stuff and I honestly might be terrible at it but this was fun. And even if I’m wrong and it just the sexy throuple boat show, I’ll still watch and enjoy the hell out of it.

[marisaeon]

Cruise - Day 3! AeonSummerWeek

Read below the cut!

"So, out of all the festivities they could've had tonight... They chose a comedy show." Ada laughed, "Now that in itself, is comedic."

She steps down the stairs, ahead of Leon trying to catch up behind her.

"I thought you liked comedy." He smiled.

She stops at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at him. "They're alright. Until you hear them often enough that all the jokes start to sound the same."

He caught up to her, reaching out his hand to hold hers. She took it with no mind and continued walking. "Ah, that's right. Example, once upon a time ago people saying 'why did the chicken cross the road' was actually funny. Now, everyone knows the answer."

"Sounds like you have a big opinion on this. What about the good ol' knock knock joke?"

"Knock knock." She raises an eyebrow.

"Who's there?"

"The sun." She hummed, looking in front of them to the sun peaking from behind the clouds. The sky painted a hue of pink and orange.

It's surreal, being on a cruise, so far away from shore. Leon had almost forgotten where they were. There's a blast of club music that can be heard from where they're standing. Somehow, it doesn't fit the scenery they're looking at. What looks like hundreds of people crowd around in the pool as well, screaming and chattering filling the air.

"Maybe I do like comedy." She drags him along, still heading to the entertainment center.

"Seems you have some jokes of your own." He chuckled, picking up his pace again to walk with her.

...

Leon looks around, trying to find an open seat. There's some wacky music playing idol as people wait for the show to actually start. He spots them, two seats near a wall. Guiding Ada along with his hand, he seats her on the side closer to the wall.

Ada plays at the straps of her purse, soon opening it and grabbing a portable fan from it's contents. She turned it on full blast, closing her eyes and letting it cool her off. Leon couldn't help but chuckle. It reminded him so much of something a cat would do.

"You're funny."

"You seem to be more entertained by me this evening. You know, I could do that much better back in the room." Ada purred.

He cleared his throat. "How about for now you continue to tell me jokes while we wait?"

Conveniently, the music stopped and a man with short ginger hair wearing a suit walks up onto stage. He introduces himself, and swiftly transitions that into a joke. Saying how the children in his neighborhood would make fun of his name.

It makes Leon crack a smile, while Ada stares with a blank face. She looks around the room, the crowd forcefully laughing at un-funny jokes. Looking over to Leon, he has a complete smile on his face, teeth and all. Seriously, she doesn't get it.

Ada pays attention a little more, hearing the man tell a joke about his mother cooking strange food for him when he was younger. The crowd, as well as Leon laugh a little too hard over that. She looked at him, not even bothering to turn her head.

...

An hour and a half... Of purely unfunny jokes. Ada was happy to get out of there, it was getting more stuffed by the minute. Her fan also had run out of battery. Leon, on the other hand had an amazing time. He enjoyed the jokes, laughing and nodding along with each one. Now, they decided to head back to their room for the night, and order room-service.

"What joke was your favorite?" Leon asked.

"The one where he introduced his name was humorous."

"Really? I didn't see you crack a smile even at that one."

"I don't have to smile for something to be funny." She stared at him, looking into his eyes. Ada managed to keep a straight face, until her lips slowly upturned into a smile, flashing her teeth.

Leon did that, make her smile. Genuine smiles, laughter that was something special. He's grown to be able to tell when her laugh is genuine or not. There's a difference, a sweet one.

They made it up the stairs, it being surprisingly easier to go up than down. He let go of her hand to grab the keycard from his pocket, touching it to the door and hearing the click telling him it unlocked.

When they entered, Leon immediately flopped himself down onto the bed, making everything on the bed bounce with it.

"Careful, you'll break it." Ada teased, setting down her bag onto the nightstand. She walked over to the bed, gently laying herself onto it.

"Wanna check out the pool tomorrow?" He asked, turning onto his side to rest his hand on her hip.

She also turned onto her side, looking at him. "Hmm... We could." Ada closed her eyes.

He stayed silent for a few heartbeats after that.

"...Still gonna entertain me?" He smiled, pressing kisses on her cheek and traveling down her neck.

She giggled, putting her hands on his head. Perhaps she will have to now.

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IM LATE IKK IM SORRYYYY

BUT I FINISHED RAHHH (I'll post on ao3 later today, look forward to it! It's 1AM I'm going to SLEEP)

[aniron48]

24. just really needed a hug sort of hug for 00leiter would be amazing if inspiration strikes! 🥰

Alex, mi vida! Thank you for always inspiring and indulging my deep-seated need for 00leiter, and thank you for this prompt. 🥰 Your wish is my command, my friend! It's here, continuing below the cut, as well as on ao3:

sometimes it takes the night to fall

“My mother wanted me to go to law school,” Felix says. His tone is measured, and this, this, is something he’s going to include in his annual performance review at the Agency, which his supervisor signs every year without reading a word: Agent Leiter is calm and measured, even when he is soaking wet, covered in pink feathers, and holding a flash drive with the plans for a chemical weapon designed to take out half of Europe, circumstances which Agent Leiter would have avoided entirely had his MI6 counterpart not been a fucking asshole.

“‘You’ll make good money, son,’ she would tell me,” Felix says. He pulls his Glock out of his holster, pointing it toward the floor to let the water drain from the barrel. “‘You’ll wear nice suits.’ But no, I knew better. I didn’t want to take the motherfucking bar exam.”

“You wear nice suits now, Felix,” Bond drawls, looking him up and down, and Felix is either going to punch or kiss that look off his face, but he hasn’t decided which, yet.

“Normally, I would agree with you, James,” Felix says. Measuredly, again, because he’s a goddamn station chief for the CIA. “But right now, my nice suit looks like it survived simultaneous explosions at a poultry farm and a Pepto-Bismol factory.”

Felix had had plans for their mission in Prague, plans which involved a timeline, and coordinates on a map, and the judicious use of SIGINT. James Bond had had instincts, and even if those instincts had been accurate, as far as identifying the Belarusian middleman they were looking for went, his methods left a lot to be desired, seeing as they primarily involved a chase through a crowded craft fair in the center of town, followed by what could charitably be called hijacking a bachelorette cruise in order to chase said middleman down the Vltava River. And now here they were, on a deserted dock in a decidedly seedy part of town, mercifully free of bachelorettes, but with an unconscious henchman tied to an oil barrel behind them, waiting for the ride that would take them not to their warm, comfortable hotel room near Karluv Most, but to the U.S. Embassy, where Felix could hand off the hard drive and then spend the rest of the night filling out the ream of paperwork required after the sort of nuclear-grade shitshow James Bond tended to leave behind him on a good night.

“I think I know what you need, Felix,” Bond says, and the way his mouth turns up at the corner can’t mean anything good.

“What I need,” Felix says, “is not to be picking penis-shaped confetti out of my beard.”

“No,” Bond says, stepping closer, and if the British exfil team doesn’t get there soon, Felix is going to paddle to the Embassy on a goddamn inflatable canoe, “No, that’s not it.” 

He brings a hand to the back of Felix’s head, drawing him in close. “Why don’t you start by putting your arm around my waist.”

They’re Felix’s own words from years ago, directed back at him with Bond’s characteristically lethal precision. Not long after the events in Bolivia, Felix had flown into London for the memorial service of another MI6 colleague who had died in the line of duty. Later, after everyone else had left, he’d joined Bond where he stood in the back of the church, stiff with grief and the bone-deep chill of the British winter.

“She drowned, you know,” Bond had said, his tone conversational. “004, I mean. She deserved better. It’s a terrible way to go.”

Bond and Felix had been lovers for mere weeks at that point, if that designation even applied to the handful of hours they’d stolen in South American hotel rooms and, on one memorable occasion, the lost luggage room of a train station in the middle of nowhere. But Felix wasn’t an idiot. He’d been in Venice when Vesper died. Even then, he’d known Bond well enough to know what wounds would be fatal to him, if left untreated.

“It is,” Felix had said. He hadn’t dared to say much of anything else. “I’m sorry for your loss, James.”

“It’s England’s loss,” Bond had said. He’d already begun to go distant around the edges, all of the lines of his body tensed for a fight. Felix had wanted nothing more than to demand Bond come back with him to his hotel room, to fuck him fast and merciless until all the tension bled from his body, until he was easy and louche again, unspooled against the Egyptian cotton sheets. But his first instinct with Bond wasn’t always the right one, back then, and he’d looked at Bond in silence for a long moment before making his decision.

“Come here,” he’d said. “I’m going to give you a hug.”

Bond had looked at Felix like he’d just suggested they piss in the baptismal font. “A what?”

“A hug, Bond. Jesus Christ. Come here.” He’d pulled Bond in by the lapel of his expensive wool coat. “You start by putting your arm around my waist, like that. Then you put your other arm around my shoulders. Like this, asshole. And then—” Felix had squeezed with all his might. “Then you hold on tight.”

They are here, now, tonight—and by “here” Felix means Prague, means the dock, means covered in dirty river water and the detritus of phallus-shaped souvenirs, but he also means so much more than that—in no small part because all those years ago, his own instincts had been right when he’d taken James Bond in his arms in an empty church, and so as angry as he is, he’s powerless to deny James this, now. He gives in to the inevitable and steps into the embrace, dropping his head against James’s neck.

“I hate you,” he says, but there’s no longer any heat in it. “This was the worst night of my career.”

“The ladies liked it,” Bond says.

“The ‘ladies’ thought we were strippers. One of them threw her drink on me when I refused to take my shirt off.”

“The night is still young,” Bond points out. Felix refuses to turn his head to look at him, on principle, but he can feel Bond’s smile against his cheek.

“Fuck you and your entire country,” Felix says. “I’m glad we threw your fucking tea in the harbor.” But his head is still on Bond’s shoulder, and his arms are around his waist, and he’ll stay that way until the sound of a distant motor signals that their ride is near, and the night moves on around them.

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[Huey zoomer anon]

Due to recent events I been pondering…

Why do the Japanese like hip-hop so much? Sorry I’m African American and such music was usually look down upon in the west…

Okay yes it got popular and you was there during the hip hop boom

Also I barely like modern hip hop music, ugh so commercialize. (Also some fuckers forgot our R&B, Jazz, and yes country roots, no we never left it…as many outkast tracks play with that)

Yes I know hip hop is very mainstream now, and Japan loves American culture. But shocked that Hip Hop was able to get such a footing in Japan given the less than “noble” roots.

They also like jazz too….Im very confused, like any good resources on the culture exchange? I wonder how many 90’s and 00’s was shocked by a lot Asian hip hop fans

Sorry I tend to go “wut” with so many Asian countries like hip hop, rap, jazz, and other heavily black American influences music given my country came from you know slavery, Jim Crow segregation, the ghetto, nothing interesting for cultures that came from kingdoms, clans, empires, and such vs my a little over 400 years old post feudal era culture

Perhaps you can find articles for it? I keeping going “why do these cultures and countries like my culture music? Isn’t black American culture too poor and young for them?”

Very confusing to me

Yes I know hip hop is very mainstream now, and Japan loves American culture. But shocked that Hip Hop was able to get such a footing in Japan given the less than “noble” roots.

It's gone global, if nothing else it's a good way to practice your english which is the basic default language round the world at this point, not sure if that actually plays in at all or not tho.

Sorry I tend to go “wut” with so many Asian countries like hip hop, rap, jazz, and other heavily black American influences music given my country came from you know slavery, Jim Crow segregation, the ghetto, nothing interesting for cultures that came from kingdoms, clans, empires, and such vs my a little over 400 years old post feudal era culture

Spitballing a theory, it was a tightly controlled rigid society with a lot of conformity for centuries, then all of a sudden western culture showed up and folks realized they could do something different.

Perhaps you can find articles for it? I keeping going “why do these cultures and countries like my culture music? Isn’t black American culture too poor and young for them?”

I'll see if I can find anything that goes into this, curious to see if my theories are anywhere near the mark.

There's several of these articles, one of the common themes brought up is cruise ships coming to port there and the bands that were the entertainment might go into town and play a gig or something.

Got seen as a thing that well to do people listened to because they were the ones that could afford to go on cruises too, the Japanese folks were also going on cruises and it was jazz playing on those as well, so they were exposed that way.

Also looks like since the Philippines was a US territory and jazz was spreading there through the US service-members bringing it with them and it started to morph to fit their style there.

Westernization is a big thing in there too.

Big in Japan: A History of Jazz in the Land of the Rising Sun, Part 1

Link to part 2 is at the top of the article this one is much more in depth.

Japanese hip hop - Wikipedia

Although rather informal and small scale, the early days of Japanese hip hop provide the history for the emergence of the cultural movement. Early hip hop was not led by corporate interests, but rather was largely ignored by large record companies and performance venues. In this respect, Japanese hip-hop offers a representation of cultural globalization, as it expanded despite criticism on the part of record companies and major media outlets. The history shows that certain kinds of cultural exchange are not initiated through cultural understanding, but instead from some interaction that can incite a desire to learn, to participate, and to contribute individuality. In Japan, this motivation to represent individuality was breakdancing, which was one of the leading edges of hip-hop at the time. _________________

That's a lot wordier than I would have gone with, but it covers thing better too.

Looks like it caught on for a lot of the same reasons it caught on here.

Most of the other pieces I looked at follow the same reasoning.

Looks like I wasn't totally wrong not seeing anything about the practicing english bit, but that was one I was at least partly joking about.

[theseventhoffrostfall]

So I'm making my way through Through Struggle, The Stars slowly, because it's exceptionally dry so far. And you guys know me, half my all time favorite books are slow, boring weird sci-fi that consist of people walking around weird locations and sitting in rooms. The characters are all very grounded, which is good normally, but in this case they're so grounded they're like the sort of people that get three lines in another person's story, now recast as the main characters. They're like an entire military made of the impressions you get of people interviewing them for five minutes for the press.

The biggest conflict thus far (that the characters are involved in, humankind's first interstellar war is happening elsewhere and the protagonists are kinda watching at the fringes) is this guy getting caught in the tense interservice rivalry between the military and civilian intelligence service; and remember, the author was a reporter involved with reporting on the CIA at some point, so this is coming straight from the tap of gritty real life intrigue. Which, yeah, I 100% believe that in real life it mostly boils down to petty passive-aggressiveness and the greatest danger is that crossing that line carelessly can slightly hinder your career at some point.

I've become convinced that the book was written exclusively for the sort of people the author associates with, that being boring political legacy people who've never read a science fiction book in their lives and probably were adjacent to the military for most of their lives but never served. It would explain why it's quite near-future with shitty little starships and mentions of a blue-water naval war on earth, in a world where we have artificial wormholes and fusion drives but no fusion power; it was probably considered creativity past the point of bursting the audience's frontal lobes that a political (America has gone from sole superpower to third place) and military (starships and lasers) paradigm shift has occurred. It would also explain why concepts from panspermia and parallel evolution to deceleration burns and even faster-than-light travel and terraforming, basic concepts to anyone who's even brushed past a sci-fi novel in the library, are defined extensively and repetitively.

As a sidenote, the book's blurb proclaimed it to have "the most scientifically-realistic space combat ever put to page" or something to that effect. Now, I've never read Honor Harrington, because nothing I've ever read of David Weber's gives me any hope that it's worth even one novel of my time, let alone 576 or whatever, but that's a pretty influential series that features ships having some weird analogue to force fields and hyperspace drives and shit. It's also the only one that springs to mind that both features that and can reasonably be called military science fiction, and it's decades old. Maybe I look in the wrong places but every modern milsci series I know of is grounded in fusion torches and physical armor and waves of missiles, usually to the detriment of making the battle actually engaging. With most of the few examples of series featuring them at all being on average military-adjacent, I actually can't think of a modern milsci series with space naval combat as a focus where the captain ordered the crew to power up the shields and fire full ahead on the reactionless drive. I'm not saying one's better than the other, it's just an odd boast to have about a book these days. They're only exceptionally "realistic" in that they're exceptionally shitty, and can manage like .03 G's of acceleration in a genre where 2 G's is a leisurely cruise for most ships in most settings.

I'm not dropping it just yet, because I've been doing that too much recently and I feel like I should reserve it for shit that's vile and intolerable instead of just kinda lame, but I'm losing hope it's gonna get much better

[femmecenterfold]

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welcome to my web diary!!

this is a sideblog where i explore and discover what i'm into sexually, and as such is firmly 18+ (empty blogs / no age in bio = instant block!) if i've reblogged from you and you don't want your post on here, send an ask or dm me, and i'll take it down.

i post for the dykes, so cishet men are not invited to the party. transmisogynists and transphobes of all kinds won't be tolerated either!!

i'm a white tme femme lesbian with an oral fixation who is primarily (though not exclusively!) interested in butchfemme dynamics. i'm a total attention whore, striving to be a whore in all other respects too — teach me how to turn you on!! explicit asks are ALWAYS encouraged; i need all the help i can get to be yr perfect femme slut. once i get better with lighting and angle, i'd love to post nudes on here. since this is a sideblog, I reblog/send anons on here + follow on main; i def want mutuals on here.

my medication prevents orgasm at the moment, so my goal is to make other ppl cum!

HOT! the main purpose of this blog (beyond turning you on) is for me to explore various sexual roles. there's so much i'm curious about, so these lists will be changing all the time. currently i know im into objectification, dumbification, consensual exhibitionism, intox, servicing, free use, leather, anything oral, being passed around, cruising, praise/mild degradation.

NOT! (most of this is just stuff i'm not personally into and don’t want in my asks; i may follow people who post the non-bolded ones, and they are welcome to follow me, but bolded is stuff i will block for!) hardcore degradation, cow stuff, object insertion, feederism, raceplay, hard cnc, hypno, piss, scat.

also, at the moment i would like anyone who thinks they may know me irl to not follow me!

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THANKS FOR READING!

[911-on-abc]

for the wip tag 7 and 8 👀 

hi anon!! thank you for the ask

#7. abandoned Secret Service AU

ah the Secret Service AU, my white whale. I originally developed it for another fandom but it just never worked, so when I got into 9-1-1 I was like oh!! Eddie slots really well into this -- his canon backstory matched the backstory I created -- My plan was to have Eddie be the Governor of Texas, already widowed, and the rest of the 118 would make up his secret service detail during the last leg of the campaign. Buck would've saved Chris during a flash-flood in Austin, Texas à la tsunami. Eddie getting shot in the show folded in really well.

The only problem was that it was really out of character. I could never see Eddie as a politician, plus dude had a mental breakdown over Ana, he could not run a country!! I would also have to age him up and change all this other stuff. Basically, it would've be too difficult for me to suspend my disbelief to make this all work. C'est la vie.

#8. 9-1-1 What If (S7 spec script)

I'm sooo glad you asked about this one!!!! Ahh! I love reading scripts and I find writing them to be very natural bc I always focus on dialogue and blocking first and then build the scene & prose around it.

After S6 ended, I started thinking about what I wanted to see for S7 and wrote a couple scenes. Every season starts with a big event/disaster and I decided that season 7 would start with a cruise liner crash at the LA Port (Athena and Bobby were not on it!! although... hmm...)

There are some Buddie moments in the first episode to set up their relationship arc (couch shopping! couch shopping! couch shopping!), but my favorite scene so far is this madney scene:

INT. MADDIE AND CHIMNEY’S HOUSE - DAY MADDIE and CHIMNEY are sitting at their kitchen table, covered in wedding planning materials. CHIMNEY holds up swatches of fabric to show MADDIE.

CHIMNEY Okay, tell me which tablecloth you like better. MADDIE I don’t know, Howie, they all look the same to me. CHIMNEY No, they are clearly different. This one has a cooler tone and this one has a warmer tone.

MADDIE does not look impressed.

CHIMNEY.  Come on Maddie this stuff is important. MADDIE You should just let my brother help you with this. He cares much more about this wedding stuff than me. CHIMNEY No way. I am not letting ‘Clipboard Buck’ anywhere near my wedding.  MADDIE He can’t be that bad. CHIMNEY  That man is a menace to society when he has a checklist. MADDIE Chimney, the color of the tablecloth or type of centerpieces don��t matter to me. All that matters is having you and Jee-Yun with me.

CHIMNEY looks at his fiancee with a besotted expression on his face. After a beat, he turns in the direction of the living room holding up the pair of swatches.

CHIMNEY Hen, which color do you like better? Snowy Fields or Vanilla Cream?

HEN is laying on the ground with her new foster child, [NAME], approx. [age]. JEE-YUN is with them, playing with toys.

HEN Nah, do not get me involved in this. My wife planned our wedding, both times. This is her area of expertise, not mine.

The door bursts open with KAREN holding bags filled to the brim with wedding supplies. She has a wild expression on her face.

(I'm going to cut it off here!! I hope you like!)

this is part of the wip tag game! if you like any of them, send me an ask!!

[dudrents]

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Can you tell me something more about what the Obsession AU Wip contains, please?👀

WIP Game

Absolutely!   Good choice, because that one's a delicious flavor of DinCobb that I'm unfortunately not sure will ever make it into a full story.  But here's the cliff notes:

Din's a hitman and Cobb is a lifelong professional conman and they meet by accident during one of Din's jobs.   

(Was I inspired by re-watching John Wick?  Maybe.) 

Cue two completely, utterly unhinged feral men that never know whether they'll kill or fuck each other.  Neither of them knows normal, so they invent their own little backstories and intricate rituals in which they pretend to be all kinds of different people and slowly spiral deeper into a relationship that borders on obsession, unable to stay away from one another.  Consensual but not safe and certainly not sane. 

And while Cobb moves through odd jobs from being a casino shark to an investigator, a professor at uni and then back to working a dingy gas station selling cigs and wank mags to passing truckers, it gets increasingly difficult for Din to keep him a secret.  Because if his guild ever finds out about Cobb, he will have to kill him.  And they do find out, of course they do. 

Hell, Grogu is probably the kid of someone Din killed in that 'verse. 

I did roughly sketch out the first chapter.

CW for murder

A rambunctious bout of laughter, near manic in its pitch, springs up from the main hall that's just to the left and down the wide, opulent staircase.  Which with its faux crystal chandeliers and luscious red carpet, threadbare only in the light of day when one can also make out the stains of drinks spilled and the dark smooth globs of gum firmly trodden into its fibers, at nighttime it makes a fairly good impression of a bygone golden age that had never bothered to take so much as a single step beyond the threshold of this establishment even back when it was still cruising the streets of Mos Eisley. 

The shrill sound of amusement rises above the general clamour and heads upwards, seeking solitude perhaps, as it wriggles its way under the door that is marked 'out of service' and currently locked from the inside.  There it brushes lightly against the man's broad back, currently straining as he remains locked in something that from the right angle might be mistaken for an embrace.  It peeks over a shoulder, curious and unsure whether this is the right person, an old acquaintance met by chance, and recoils. 

The corpse in Din Djarin's arms twitches.  The man caught in a headlock claws at his own neck and at the backs of his assailant's forearms, scratching unsightly furrows into the black leather of his jacket.  He doesn't know he's already a dead man. 

It takes seventeen seconds for him to fully lose consciousness, bent over backwards, off-balance and flailing, and the only kick he manages to aim at Din's knee in that time goes wide. 

The bathroom smells of fresh smoke, piss, and an underlying blend of chemical cleaning agents that has mixed unpleasantly with the cloying perfume that the wall-mounted dispenser squirts into the air with clockwork precision. 

Din draws a thin stiletto knife from the sheath strapped to his forearm and drives its point below his target's breastbone and upwards through his heart and lays the body down.  He allows himself a small grunt of relief as he rolls the tightness out of his shoulders and neck while he waits until the man stops breathing.  When he pulls the blade free, there's hardly any blood save for a coin-sized stain that doesn't spread.  Seldom is, with this type of injury.  Din prefers his work neat. 

The laugh from before gutters out and goes wherever forlorn laughter goes, dribbling drunkenly into the cleavage of the reveler's companion most likely. 

Din tugs off his gloves made of thick black leather and with thin plating sewn into the knuckles and backs, a special requisition he'd had made by the kind of craftsman who knows better than to ask questions.  He tucks them behind his belt and opens the tap. 

The water runs cold at first and cleans the blood off his blade in a stream of pink and then runs clear again.  Din washes his hands.  Would feel odd not to, given the place. 

He uses a paper towel to dry the knife before it disappears back up his sleeve and then his hands while he meets the dark gaze of the man in the mirror with indifference.  His reflection sports slightly overgrown curls and a round face, tempered into maturity only by the lines around his eyes and a fuzzy beard that stubbornly refuses to grow in fully despite being touched by the first greys. 

Din fishes his glasses out of an inner pocket and puts them on. 

He knows he looks more like a librarian than someone who kills for a living. 

Din goes down on one knee and checks his target for a pulse.  Satisfied that there is none, he is about to rise when,

"Good job." 

It's said with the condescending tone one might use on a dog that has remembered to do its business outside and Din's hand flies to the inside of his jacket. 

The man who had materialized at the bathroom's far end without so much as the faintest whisper of a sole against the floor is quicker on the draw and as the tips of Din's fingers brush the ribbed grip of his gun, he finds himself on the wrong end of a silver revolver that means bad business.  

The stranger makes a disapproving 'tsk' noise and the shake of his head is a minuscule barely perceptible thing that freezes Din mid-action. 

As the moment stretches between them, Din has ample time to study the other man who is leaning one shoulder into a stall wall, legs crossed at the ankle in a nonchalant way that may just be genuine. 

He wears his good looks with the air of a person very much aware of his own attractiveness, appears put-together in a casually undone kind of way.  The red scarf around his neck clashes with the bland grey of his suit which Din can tell has been tailored to fit his lean frame.  At a guess he maybe has a decade on Din, although the silver hair, a strand of which has rebelled against being styled and falls impertinently across his high forehead, throws Din for a bit of a loop.  But without a doubt the most remarkable thing about him is that he hasn't yet put a bullet through Din's head. 

No one is this unfazed unless they were expecting him so to buy himself some time, he asks,

"Are you a cop?" 

"Darlin', if I were a cop I'd have my buddies bustin' down this door right about now," the man says with the hint of a smile tucked into the corner of his mouth where Din is sure a cigarette rested moments before. 

Would explain the smell of smoke.  

"No friends then?" he asks, gauging his options.  He can be fast, but the man's finger is on the trigger and his gun hand has the steadiness of a professional.  Takes one to know one. 

If the stranger harbours any apprehensions about sharing a dingy bathroom with a corpse and a murderer, there isn't so much as a flicker of it showing in that shark grin. 

"Six, and each faster 'n you." 

He juts his chin a little higher and Din rises from his crouch, straightening his knees with a conscious effort to keep his movement slow.  Everyone slips up eventually and while he'd rather not find his end here and now, he doesn't harbor any particular aversion to the possibility either. 

Dead is dead. 

So he raises his arms up until his hands touch the back of his head and waits, feet planted square until the stranger tilts his head at one of the stalls and Din back up into it until he can feel the toilet as he kicks back with a heel.  The man steps forward.  Looks down at the body briefly with a detached kind of curiosity but without any pity and the muzzle of his revolver doesn't waver as it remains trained on Din's forehead. 

Din cannot quite make out his eye colour when the stranger's gaze flicks up and he watches Din watch him. 

"Play stupid games," he mutters and Din huffs. 

"Something like that," he says evenly and the whites of the other man's teeth are a stark contrast against his tanned skin and the dim interior of the room. 

The man steps over the prone body in a long graceful stride.  He unlocks the bathroom door one-handed and without looking at what he's doing, his eyes never once leaving Din's.  Smart. 

Maybe not smart enough, because he doesn't pull the trigger as Din would have.  He simply leaves. 

Din doesn't lower his arms until he hears the soft catch of the door falling shut, and the faint rasp of the man's drawl addressing whoever had wandered here in hopes of relieving themselves. 

"Oh, I wouldn't go in there.  It's a terrible mess; I'd sooner brave the downstairs queue.  Did they finally stop fucking in that stall?" 

His voice trails off as Din hauls the corpse into the furthest stall and locks it from the inside before climbing back out the top.  By the time anyone complains about the smell he'll be long gone.  He makes a careful round of the casino, eyes drawn to every speck of silver and red, but doesn't find whom he is looking for. 

The stranger has disappeared and it is time for Din to do the same. 

[freeworldallahmbaclass]

Sunday is always the best day of the week to check your watch , schedule , and calendar for the rest of the year while fixing your cufflinks in the back of my limousine as we cruise through the streets of Gotham New York City and I say thank you Mr . Nasir Jones and 50 Cent and then French Montana for providing me with a world class education , I got Joyce Meyer , Joel Osteen and Victoria Osteen on my book list and I am a world class political scientist economist and social scientist now a business student getting an IVY League education I own my own library and my own hospital with an even more brighter future ahead of me , thank you Prince Harry is a bother and a friend of mines I'm a King status now and I'm in the hospitality business after taking over the streets with my politics with Mayor Bill De Blasio and Former Governor Andrew Cuomo and patrolling the New York City streets as Gotham Batman Bruce Wayne and Savior of his people as Superman Clark Kent in front of City Hall to the streets and now I'm going for Madison and Park Avenue I'm in the hospitality business so it is all about how treat people first their is my list of accomplishments showing that I care now I'm going to commit to getting my education in big business in my city and hopefully get into other cities and countries in the world Im going international but first I commit to my education my library is my school my class and you should treat as such go there and get your mind right I'm civilized so my establishment are civilized I expect and give great great service because I believe in and love people they make life exciting all walks of people I love em they make me feel good , enjoy your sunday all these are in my plans now for the near future I plan to serve donut dough mixed drinks with reeases smores crushed crumbed cake thick mix with oatmeal milk with lid as a drink though and line of Im loyal to the Queen 👑 Hotels just dreaming out loud I'm young and confident and had a great career in like the political science and sociology fields that I made a star of myself and now I want go into business and I know it is hard work and it is easier said than done I'm just excited about it on this Sunday and I wanted share this with you and the direction I'm going in the future and with my future I'm commiting to a business education my business education set in play by Governor Andrew Cuomo he believed in me and help to redeem my character and self in the face and in front of the people thank you thank you so much he made a program of me helping to rebuild New York City in the science of legislature in law passing laws getting stuff done for the people , politics and what's goes on in this city thank you I'm honored and hope you have a great Sunday and afternoon .

You ever feel you tripped and fell into the wrong kind of people and their practices of evilness I wish I could talk to myself more than people that hate me I wish I was you I got voodoo a curse on me and a very demonic person or set of people is the voice in my head 24 / 7 Joyce Meyer speak on that in Battlefield of the mind the hood may need to return to God and really find out what being Christian , Muslim or 5 Percenter really mean it's the hood so it is aight not to do your part as a good person it just a theory until you put righteousness into theory until then you are undeveloped and evil and that make what you so called hate . Quick announcement Nicki took me on as a son of hers and I accept we don't look alike but she took me on and I said yeah she don't need anything from me but I'm learning the business and plan to open shops and hotels called I'm loyal to the Queen hotel with her and Cardi B and other stuff in business it is just a dream of mines you are going to love it when I finish learning it I will post it , it is going to be my plans and ideas and seeing who got the best pitch to them like I said they good it just something I want to learn and get it done and name it after my first women I'm going to go as far as I could in learning it and then drawing it and showing the world and hopefully she don't say no , wish me luck my behaviors is changing as far as doing things in an appropriate manner and sorry about the drama I may have caused anyone but everything is fixed and everybody is doing okay so let's enjoy the future together as New Yorkers and prosperity . Those ladies are free to live stress free over me they got their freedom from me they are free to go and is free to live their lives they are safe I will make it to the other side of financial success they ain't gotta worry about me and if they like me they will take my plans on , I'm a huge smash and success in the economy , politics and social science but I moved on and leave that to the professionals while I go enjoy my life and individuality , thank you it has been a blessing and great for me to help New York City and other places in the world and I wish the best for all communities in the world .