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mechazushi · 4 months ago

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"You want me... to officiate a wedding." The director General Isao Shinomya said as he was lying in a hospital bed. Shortly after the finishing blow was dealt, it was revealed that the once thought dead general was just fine, if only just severely injured and malnourished while being stuck inside the body of Kaiju Number Nine. He was only a month into his recovery when he was visited by two individuals from the Third Division.

"That is correct Sir." Reno Ichikawa said, poised as ever while standing at attention. He was accompanied by his friend Iharu Furuhashi.

"Who's wedding is it?' The director General asked. The two men looked at each other for a moment, a silent discussion communicated through looks.

"Who's wedding IS IT?" Isao reiterated more forcefully.

"Kafka Hibino and Soshiro Hoshina's, Sir!" Iharu let spill out of shock and fear.

"Why in god's name are those two getting married?" Isao questioned after he processed the new information. The two visitors looked at each other again before sighing simultaneously.

"We should start from the beginning." Reno said as they both grabbed chairs to sit down in.

"You see... after the fight and everything had settled down-" Iharu started only to get elbowed by Reno. He looked over quizzically at his partner.

"You should probably start further back." Reno added helpfully.

"Oh, right." Iharu started again, " So to prepare for the fight, Vice Captain decided to teach some Hoshina family specific variants of the Squadron Fighting Style to Kafka since Vice-Cap was already teaching him Basic Squadron Style. Once the aftermath of the fight settled down, Hoshina's dad talked to the Vice Captain about that and apparently had some problems with it. What ended up being said was that since Kafka wasn't a part of the Hoshina family... it was stated that he should be executed because of what he knows now." Iharu paused for a moment to read Isao's face and made sure there wasn't any confusion. Remaining stoic as usual, he nodded in approval to have the soldier continue.

"Obviously no one wanted that, least of all Soshiro, so he tried to stop that from happening. Well, in a bid to buy himself more time to find out why his father really seems to want Kafka dead, Vic-Cap might have... convinced his father to let him marry Kafka instead." Iharu stopped again to let the weight of his word hang in the sterile air. Isao still had no change in expression.

"To cut to the chase, his father basically said 'Not going to happen.' and the Vice Captain said 'Watch me.'. Once he explained the situation to Kafka, he immediately became on board with the idea and now they have a wedding in less than two weeks. Once the Vice Captain's father heard about this, in a potential scare tactic, he doubled down and said he'd pay for everything. I guess it was his attempt to make Hoshina rethink about the wedding by making it seem that this was a permanent decision, but it only made our Vice Captain more resolved and now the two of them have plans to make it the most ridiculous wedding possible." Reno finished the story while mirroring the Director General's neutral expression. Isao slowly closed his eyes and breathed deeply for a moment. He asked one more question after he had finished.

"Define ridiculous."

"Kafka's picking out the most expensive American-style wedding dress he can get his hands on. Hoshina originally wanted to dress up as a pirate, but now has plans to see if he can't wear a part of the Number Ten suit and have it be included in the outfit. Haruichi is getting permission from his family to have the venue take place in his family's private beach and attached beach manor in Cancun. Aoi apparently has a cousin in the entertainment industry and is trying to see if we can't have BlackPink or Linkin Park provide live music. And Mina is getting permission to arrange a Hele-carrier to air drop the Groom, the best men, and the bridesmaids onto the altar's location." Reno listed everything that had been settled so far without breaking eye contact with the Director General. The man started to become visibly confused at hearing how far this wedding was taking its budget.

"Originally, Mina was just going to rent a Ferrari and drive everyone to the altar on the beach, but Hakua mentioned the hele-carrier and now Mina won't let the idea go." Iharu added, looking like he thought he was being helpful. Isao leaned his head back as he closed his eyes again, fighting a migraine that was slowly approaching.

"I take it you're asking me to do the ceremony because the Director General is properly sanctioned to preside over matrimonial functions?" The two visitors looked at each other again, more briefly this time, before they started talking again.

"Well, we were considering having the current Director General do it since you are still deep in recovery-" Reno started.

"But to be completely transparent Sir... It would be more hilarious it you could do it." Iharu finished. Isao gave them a severe stare as he leaned back up to look at them.

"I mean... with you technically being resurrected and all..." Iharu stated as he fidgeted nervously in his seat.

"We weren't seriously expecting you to stand the whole time. We are planning to provide a chair... if you wish to accept, that is." Reno began to fidget as well as the harsh stare from the injured general continued. His eyes passed from one soldier to the other in judgemental contemplation before he gave his answer.

"On on condition." Isao began. the two visitors sat up straighter in response.

"That chair... better be a throne. And I want it to make me sit higher than both the bride and the groom." His expression remained impassively neutral as he commanded the conversation. The two visitors' faces brighten greatly at hearing the Director General's response.

"Really, Sir? You'll do it?" Reno asked, not believing what he was hearing.

"This is all to piss off Hoshina's father, right? I can't think of a better first act as a reinstated Director General. Fuckin' hate that guy, thinking he can overrule the decision that I made that clearly states Kaiju Number Eight gets to live." Isao scoffed as he took a sip of water.

Needless to say, his presence really added to the wedding later that week.

@iceclew thought you should see this. 😁

that bustier is working overtime (come get yo man)

#This came to me at work #Its a desperate bid to stop me from making another fanfic #I decided to shorten what I had in mind into a short skit that basically describes how I had pictured the wedding's conception #and how it went.#i doubt Isao is ACTUALLY getting resurrected but I still think he should be at the wedding.#the pirate bit came about because Kafka was explaining why he wanted an American dress #He thought weddings were a massive celebration and that style of dress was what he thought everyone should be wearing -#-and since he only had one chance to wear something like that and he was technically the bride in this situation #(Because he had to take Hoshina's last name for the marriage to count)#He thought “ Fuck it. I'mma be a pretty princess.”#Hoshina heard that and was like “.... Can I be a Pirate King at the wedding? Because I want to wear a cloak. And thigh high boots.”#which is the exact same conversation that helped spiraled the wedding into the ridiculousness above

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abweddingphotographermexico · 5 years ago

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Wedding photography Cancun and Riviera Maya tender moment

The flower girls meet the mom before the ceremony, beautiful moment in a wedding day

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 3 years ago

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Broken flowers.

The lovely @ben-c-group-therapy who asked for this:

<Hello, me again. I’d love to request some angst with a fluffy end. Miguel or Nick where reader is due to marry another man. The man and reader are at the alter and he just says he can’t marry her and leaves her there. He hadn’t given any clue he would do this. No cold feet. You stand shocked before leaving quickly. So Miguel or Nick was in the audience and they come to find you. Fluff. Comfort. Eventual sparks?? Idk. I can’t get the idea out of my head lol. Thanks so much!>

I decided to do Miguel for you this time. I really hope this is what you were looking for, I really enjoyed writing this. I love Miguel’s soft side when it comes out to play so I tapped into that and slight Sex and City movie vibes.

Warnings: Being left at the aisle angst with a fluffy happy ending. Very very light swearing.

WC: 2227

Enjoy x

You had never been this excited in your life as you were when your dad walked you down the aisle to Alex. You had both picked the Santo Padre country club for your wedding and reception. Everything looked better than what you had imagined it to be. Your eyes were set on Alex from the moment the doors opened stepping through them, but he didn’t look happy so you just put it down to him being nervous. As you got to the front seats you stopped waiting for your mum to stand up taking your other arm to walk you to the alter. Your eyes caught your best friends over your mum’s head, who was sitting next to her, a tear running down his cheek, Miguel mouthed “You look beautiful” and you gave him a wink back.

The ceremony had run smoothly up until the vows when the priest asked Alex to take your hands and to repeat after him, when you heard him mutter “I can’t”. You looked at the priest who was shocked at his reaction and you squeezed Alex’s arm with your free hand stepping a little closer,

“Babe it’s ok, you’re nervous”

“Y/N, I can’t. I’ am sorry. I can’t”

Your heart shattered when he pulled away from you and he walked out of the chapel leaving you standing there alone, your flowers dropped out of your hand landing on the floor breaking off the stems scattering around the bottom of your dress. No one knew what to do or what to say to you, but you heard the whispering that was getting louder and louder.

Tears welled in your eyes and you just ran. You felt Miguel grab your arm, but you pulled away from his grip and ran straight out the side door. You ran and ran till you got to the edge of the grounds to a man-made lake with a fountain in the middle, you dropped down under a tree in the grass and you sobbed till your whole body was shaking, letting out a loud scream.

Miguel had rage bolting through him at what had just happened to you. You guys had been best friends since high school. You had grown closer and closer over the years, being close with Emily when he got married and you had been there for him when he got divorced. You were one of the only people that never shied away from him, even when he took over the family business, knowing what he was, what he had become and what he did. Other than his mother, you were the most important woman in his life.

You were both brutally honest with each other telling each other everything, other than talking about the Galindo business dealings that you wanted to know nothing about and he knew what you thought about him taking over the business because he was so much better than a Cartel Boss, which weirdly made you closer. His family business never changed your friendship with him and you had inside joke’s when he went over the border and about his yellow rain coat that you had heard rumours about. If either of you were unbalanced or needed someone to tell you to get your shit together, you went to each other.

If you hadn’t felt the way you did about how Miguel delt with things, he would have had Alex in his church pew and would have been in his yellow rain coat making him pay for what he had done to you. Miguel got Marcus to take your parent’s home and stay with them in case they needed anything, Nestor got everyone out and on their way, Paco went to grab all your things from the hotel room you were meant to be staying in that night and then went to get your luggage from your apartment to take it all to his place and he sorted out the reception.

After he spoke to the manger coming to an agreement, he grabbed a chilled bottle of wine that was sitting on one of the tables and started to walk around the grounds looking for you. It wasn’t long before he saw you and his heart broke at you sitting there alone with your dress fanned around you and your shoulders slouched over.

You were looking out over the lake, the sun setting slowly and you tried to work everything out in your head. You didn’t know what happened or why Alex did what he did. As far as you knew everything was fine, he was excited to marry you and start a family. You had both decided that you would stay in your own apartment the week leading to the wedding and move the rest of your things over to his house once you were back from your four-week honeymoon, split between Cabo and Cancun. You had heard from him every night that week so, you were confused at what had happened not being able to put a finger on why.

You were pulled out of your chain of thought when you heard footsteps in the grass, but you didn’t turn around till you heard his voice and he sat down right next to you,

“Mi alma”

You looked over at him, a soft sweet smile on his face and he handed you the bottle of wine after opening it for you. You looked into his eyes for a moment, tears running out of yours and his filled with tears. Miguel put his hand on the back of your head pulling you towards him kissing your forehead. You both sat there, passing the wine bottle between each other watching the sun disappear, the warm wind hitting both of your skins,

“Didn’t see that coming” you muttered taking a sip from the bottle.

“He showed no sign he was going to call it off?”

“No. He told me last night he couldn’t wait to marry me. What a fucking joke” you took another sip of wine.

“Want the rain coat?” Miguel looked down at you with a grin. It was the first time since what happened that you had smiled and had a little giggle. You lent into him, Miguel’s arm going around you, rubbing his big warm hand up and down your arm and you rested your head on his shoulder “Today shouldn’t have happened Y/N, he’s an asshole. You deserve to be treated like a queen” he lent his head on top of yours and you sighed into him.

“I have to cancel the honeymoon and the flights. Can I use your phone?”

“No” Miguel sat up away from you and you frowned your brows at him “You’re going on that trip; you have been looking forward to it. I’ll change his ticket into my name. We’re going and we’ll have a great time”

“What would I do without you?” you lent over kissing his cheek “Can I have your jacket?”

“Of course”

Miguel shrugged it off handing it to you. You reached behind yourself tugging down the zipper of your dress. Miguel reached over pulling it down the rest of the way, his breathing hitching slightly when your dress fell open to your smooth skin. You pushed the top of your dress to your chest and took one arm out of the straps at a time. You put Miguel’s jacket on and you stood up, the dress fell off you pooling at your feet. You pulled his jacket around yourself and done up the buttons stepping out of the dress, his jacket on you like a short dress,

“You better get home and pack. Flights at 7 am” you smiled down at Miguel before you started to walk away.

“You’re going to leave your dress here? You loved that dress”

Miguel jumped up catching up to you, putting his arm around your neck,

“I don’t want the reminder Miguel, of what was meant to be. I’ am absolutely heart broken, but it’s done, we need to move on”

Eight weeks later

Miguel was surprised and proud at how well you handled the situation, he not handling his marriage break down anywhere near as coolly as you and when you found out the real reason why Alex did what he did, you went for run instead of breaking down. He never pushed you to talk about anything, he waited till you came to him to talk and he held you while you cried. Some night’s you walked into his room crying, he held you while you feel asleep, sleeping in his bed and other nights you were fine. He talked you into moving in with him so you weren’t by yourself and you had organised movers so that everything would be at Miguel’s when you got back.

It was the third week of the trip that you noticed a shift in Miguel and how he treated you, but you didn’t want to pay attention to it so you pushed it away trying not to think about it, but your feelings changed towards him as well. Since you had been back from the trip and getting on with life as best you could, it was getting to the point that you didn’t know if you should step over that line, if you said something and it was all in your head that would be years and years of trust and friendship broken, but you couldn’t live under the same roof with someone that you had feelings for, them not knowing.

When you had been getting messages from him during your day, you smiled at your screen and your tummy filled with butterflies. Miguel was excited to be coming home to you every day and his mind drifted to you most of his day, but the day he knew he had to say something was the day he came home and you were in the kitchen. He had seen you cook and bake too many times over the years to count and the apron you wore, he had bought it for you one Christmas.

When he walked in and the music hit his ear drums, he smiled to himself and walked around till you were in his eye sight. He saw the oven on, by the scent flowing through the house you were cooking your chicken pasta bake and you were leaning over a tray of cupcakes with a piping bag icing them. He smiled to himself and knew at that point he was falling in love with you. He watched on for a while, grinning at how natural it looked for you to be in his kitchen. You sensed that someone was watching you, looking up after you iced the last cupcake. You met Miguel’s eyes and you both grinned at each other, you both stood there starring till heat swept over you.

You reached behind yourself undoing the apron and sitting it on the counter. You started to walk towards him, Miguel matching your steps your eyes not leaving each other’s. You were just about to him when you stopped, he copying you and you were both breathing heavy,

“You feel it too” Miguel whispered, more a statement than a question.

“Yes. I have for a while”

“That night in Cabo?”

“Yeah”

You couldn’t take your eyes off each other, almost like a test to see who would crack first. It wasn’t long till you had your answer and it was both of you, it was like a magnet pulled you both together. Your arms went around his neck and his went down to wrap around just under your behind, lifting you up off the floor. Your lips met, meeting together like a puzzle, you felt like lightening had struck you and you knew he felt it too moaning into your mouth.

You both titled your heads and allowed the kiss to deepen. Miguel walked you both to the counter, sitting you on it not breaking the kiss. You spread your legs for him and he moved between them, your arms loosened around his neck and your hands went to his bearded cheeks. Your lungs started to burn and you broke the kiss, Miguel smiling up at you,

“We’ve been friends for a long time” your hands ran down from his cheeks and stopped on his chest “You know there is no going back now”

“I don’t want to go back anywhere. Y/N, you’re my best friend. You are the only one that knows me amor, takes me for me, holds me accountable for my actions and you keep me grounded. You are the only one that has ever loved me no matter what”

“As always, you always know what I’ am thinking and say first” you both laughed and you tapped his chest with your hands “I want this, so much. But can we take it slow? It’s a big step for us and it’s the first relationship we have both been in since-“

Miguel curled his pointer finger under your chin and tipped your head back, his other hand going to rest on top of your other one,

“As slow as you want, as fast as you want. We are still the same people, the same friends, we are just falling in love” Miguel peaked your lips.

“And it feels absolutely amazing.”

Tags: @beccabarba @alwaysachorusgirl @lovebishoplosamiguelgalindo @ben-c-group-therapy

#miguel galindo #miguel galindo x reader #miguel galindo x you #miguel galindo and reader #mayans mc #mayans fanfic

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countessofravenclaw · 3 years ago

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22 and 25. Maybe with simbar?

22. I am universally sexual.

25. Pretend to be asleep!

Simbar, you say... this isn't Simbar directly, but this is a snippet of Simon's stag party before their wedding. Disclaimer here: I have never been to a stag party since nor a bachelorette party, so this will probably be very inaccurate to what actually happens there but this is just my take.

Simon flobbed back on an armchair in the living room of the ski lodge he and the guys were renting for the weekend. It had been Matteo who had had the idea to fly them all out to Canada for his stag party.

As they had arrived yesterday, they had already been all over the town. He was glad that it was summer, so they wouldn't need to ski. He had never tried it, you didn't get much snow in Cancun after all.

Outside of the normal stag party stuff, the trip had been quite educational. Simon English was what it was, and not much else could be said about Nico, Pedro, and Ramiro. Matteo and primary Gastón had done most of the communicating with the locals and translated everything to everyone else.

"Gastón, can you please get off the phone and join us here, in the real world!" Matteo yelled as he slumped the sofa next to Simon.

"Well I am sorry, but you all forced me to come here without any notice, so I had to leave my fiancee to unpack on her own. We just moved back a week ago." Gastón said as he entered the room as well.

"Well, you maybe should have told me, instead of hiding it from me, your best friend." Matteo shot back. Simon sighed, Matteo and Gastón had been on this ever since Gastón and Nina had come back from England. Matteo had taken the "secret" engagement as a personal offense.

"And then you would have told Luna, and she can't keep it for herself and tells Nina."

"Do you have so little faith in me? When have I ever betrayed you?"

"You didn't tell me that she was coming to Oxford, so when I first saw her, I thought I was delusional and seeing things."

"Okay, you win" Matteo finally relented. To Simon, it was quite jarring to see Matteo give up, but that was something that only Luna and Gastón occasionally managed to do.

"Have you heard from the others," Simon asked and broke up the conversation, "we shouldn't have let them go without either of you. They have probably already gotten confused by some sign or something."

"They'll call if they need translation for something" Gastón sighed "I can't go everywhere with them, just because I am the one who is fluent. It's not my fault you others didn't pay attention in English class, or French for that matter."

"You and your special relationship with England" Matteo laughed "Has it always been that way... Anyways, do you know what annoys me? It is Simon's stag party and we don't know a one embarrassing about his childhood. Why didn't you want your brothers to come?"

Simon had never been particularly close with his brothers... he loved Rico and Julio dearly, but they had never formed that kind of bond that he had with his friends.

"Yeah, we nearly know anything about them," Gastón echoed Matteo. "Aren't they part of the wedding party after all?"

"They are, but I don't know if there is anything to know about them. Julio is the brainchild of the family. He is studying business in the states at this very moment. Rico is much more adventurous, he does have a bachelor's in communications, but I don't think he'll ever work in an office. He is what you can call universally sexual, everything and anything goes" Simon started talking "You'll meet them at the wedding, but don't you dare to ask anything about my childhood from them, actually they don't even know that much, since they are younger. One that can really embarrass me is Maya, but she wouldn't dare."

"I am very sad that I won't get to give a speech," Matteo whined, "I would have a thing or two... we lived together after all. For example, I could talk about that time where you were pretending to be asleep, but clearly were not..."

"And that's why you are not my best man, Matteo," Simon interrupted him. Matteo looked like he was about to shoot something back at Simon, but Gastón interrupted him again

"And don't make me regret my decision about giving you the part,"

I have no idea what on earth this is, butit si what I came up with. I am also playing very fast and loose with the prompts and how I use then in these drabbles, but my fic, my rules

#Ask!#Soy Luna #Gastteo #Sitteo #Simbar

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paperbodiesamongthestars · 4 years ago

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Day 28: Tanning

Six years after he left Hawkins in his rearview mirror, Billy Hargrove tripped over Steve Harrington on a beach in Cancun. In Billy’s defense, it was two in the morning, and the secluded beach he was on was difficult enough to find that it was usually only frequented by employees of the resort. Billy knew for a fact that most of his coworkers were already at their monthly poker night, so he should have had the beach to himself.

Instead, Steve Harrington was blinking up at him, eyes big and dark and honestly warmer than Billy had any right to expect. Billy stared down at him.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Billy asked while he was still trying to figure out if this was actually happening, or was a particularly vivid dream. Steve snorted.

“Tanning, obviously,” Steve replied. “Now fuck off,” he added, but there was no edge to his tone at all. Besides, Billy had never in his life fucked off just because Steve Harrington had asked him to, and he wasn’t about to start now. He sat down next to where Steve was lying on a beach towel on the sand in the dark. Steve snorted, like he’d been expecting that all along.

“Seriously, what are you doing here? And why don’t you look surprised to see me?” Billy asked, because Steve was taking this suspiciously well. He hadn’t looked like a deer in the headlights even once, which was kind of a shame, actually. Steve was cute when he was confused. Steve sighed.

“Robin speaks six languages and can get by in a few more. She was best friends with half of the staff less than a day after we arrived. As far as I know, she’s terrorizing the employee poker game as we speak.” Steve smirked at him. “And apparently the hot new scuba instructor is all anyone wants to talk about.” Billy rolled his eyes.

“Great,” he muttered. “So you and Buckley are here on vacation?” Steve winced a little.

“Not exactly,” he said, and Billy had only been back from his own vacation for a day and a half, but he had heard the story. Several times. His eyes widened.

“Oh no,” he breathed. “You’re the guy whose fiancee left him a month before the wedding.” Steve raised a water bottle that was clearly not full of water and took a long swig.

“I am indeed,” he said, making a face at the burn of alcohol.

“That fucking sucks,” Billy said, although he could admit to himself that he was not personally all that disappointed by it. He hesitated, but he was too curious not to ask. “Did she actually—“

“Yes, she actually called me from her bachelorette party to tell me she was leaving me for the stripper. In fact,” Steve said, looking at his watch for some reason, “Diana and her exotic dancer have probably been married for about four days now.” Billy did the math and his eyes widened.

“You let your fiancee use the wedding the two of you planned…to marry someone else?”

“Yes,” Steve said, “but I drew the line at letting them go on the honeymoon. I planned it, so I get to enjoy it.”

“With Robin.”

“Yep,” Steve said with a grin. Then he held up one half of a little gold heart, from where it was hanging on a chain around his neck. “We’re best bitches,” he said.

“I’m sure you are,” Billy said with a laugh. Then he shook his head. “You’re still way too fucking nice. It’s good to know that some things haven’t changed since high school.” Steve shrugged.

“It was mostly just practical,” he said, flopping back and staring up at the sky. “It was definitely too late to get our deposits back, so when she asked if she could still use the venue and the caterer, it felt dumb to say no.”

“Yeah,” Billy said, nodding sarcastically, “why inconvenience someone who completely fucked you over?” Steve just hummed in response, and Billy watched him watch the sky for a long moment. Eventually, Billy flopped down on his back next to Steve and stared up at the stars. Steve held out the water bottle, and Billy took a long swig. He was a little surprised to taste dark rum.

“How long have you been in Cancun?” Steve asked. Billy shrugged.

“A few months.”

“Where were you before that?”

“Grand Cayman,” Billy said, and Steve looked over, eyebrows high. “I go where there are scuba instructor jobs,” he explained. And then he left again, right around the time whoever he was fucking started dropping hints about taking their relationship to the next level. But Steve didn’t need to know that part. Next to him, Steve sighed.

“That sounds so cool,” he said a little wistfully. And it was. Although it had been a little cooler a couple of years ago, before freedom started to feel just the tiniest bit like loneliness.

“What about you?” Billy asked. “What have you been up to? Aside from…you know.”

“Getting dumped?” Steve asked. “Well, I also lost my job.”

“Holy shit,” Billy breathed, and Steve actually grinned over at him.

“Two weeks ago, I showed up to our annual fundraising gala with a dude I picked up at a bar the night before, and we may have done some light pre-partying. My father was not amused, and he told me not to bother coming in anymore.” Billy stared, but Steve’s amusement seemed real.

“Well, you’re not sobbing into a cocktail that comes in half a coconut on one of the shitty tourist beaches, so you seem to be handling it fairly well,” he said. Steve huffed a laugh.

“Yeah,” he said. “It’s stupid, because my whole damn life imploded in the last month, and I definitely should have been devastated, but you know what I felt instead?” Billy shook his head. “Relief,” Steve said. “I was relieved when Diana broke it off, and I was maybe even more relieved when my dad told me not to come back to work anymore.” He looked back up at the sky. “Now I just have to figure out what comes next.”

It was stupid—Billy knew it was. He hadn’t seen Steve Harrington in six years, and it wasn’t like they had even really had a chance to become friends before Billy bailed on Hawkins the second the doctors told him he could. But one of Billy’s biggest regrets, one of the missed opportunities he had thought he was going to look back on with disappointment until the day he died, was lying next to him on a beach in Mexico, and he just wasn’t the kind of person who missed an opportunity twice.

“You could stay here,” he blurted out before he thought too hard about it. Steve choked on a big sip of rum.

“What?” he asked, once he was sitting up and had the coughing back under control. Billy shrugged.

“You could stay here,” he said again.

“Just stay in Mexico,” Steve said skeptically. “And do what?” Billy couldn’t resist. He shot Steve a suggestive smile.

“The hot new scuba instructor, obviously,” he said. He sat up and leaned in slowly enough to give Steve plenty of time to pull back, or put a hand up to stop him. Steve didn’t do either of those things, and he was just as good a kisser as Billy had always assumed he’d be, based on the stories about him.

“Well,” said Steve when they broke the kiss to breathe, “it’s good to know that some things have changed since high school.”

“Less than you’d think,” Billy murmured. “Does that mean you’ll stay?”

“Maybe,” Steve said with a grin. “I feel like I should save that decision for when I’ve had a little less rum. Besides, I’m here for another two and a half weeks. I’ve got time to think it over.” Billy grinned and leaned back in for a second kiss. He had never expected to get another shot at Steve Harrington, but now that he had it, he sure as hell wasn’t going to waste it. And with two and a half weeks to work with? Well. He was going to make damn sure that Steve’s best bitch got on that return flight all by herself.

#Harringrove April Challenge #my writing #tanning is definitely mentioned #once #it counts

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tortoisesshells · 3 years ago

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Your book about winter maritime disasters really isn't going to write itself and you've tried the cozy coffee-shop on Muir Lane and the stately town library with the hand-carved mantle and even your kitchen table with an endless supply of tea, generously totted with some whiskey, so when your best friend suggests you take the lighthouse on the island off the coast of Maine for the whole month of December, because it's going for a song and the rest of your family has decided to go to Cancun, you throw caution to the winds and do it.

And writing the book gets easier. Oddly so. You wake up, cozy in the bed that is tucked into the wall, your great-grandmother's wedding ring quilt up to your nose, and find that there are more pages on your typewritten stack than you left the night before. And your tea-cup has been rinsed and left on the drying rack, the kettle filled, and the fireplace laid. It takes a few nights of staying up well past your bedtime before you catch him, the dark-eyed lighthouse keeper in his fisherman's sweater, but it only take a moment to realize he's a ghost and that you don't care.

And then you do care. Very very much and it's good that you have to make a trip to the mainland and that the garrulous Miss Nancy at the general store who packs up your bread and milk and lobster chowder mentions that it's said the ghost who haunts the lighthouse is supposed to be gruff but friendly, but the truth is he died of a broken-heart and if he only fell in love, maybe, just maybe, he could live again...

"Do you want any coffee?" Shells asked from the stove, before cutting herself off with a laugh, "Sorry. Stupid question. Only it seemed polite to offer: you added three pages about the loss of the Portland last night, and I don't know how to thank you. I've been - I honestly pretty much forgot about it."

"It was hard to forget," said the man at the table, whose given name was Alonzo and he technically wasn't entirely there; she was curious where he was buried but that was about as far in the other direction from her ridiculous but polite question about coffee as you could get, so she contented herself with poking at the percolator and letting Alonzo talk:

"Though I would guess, all things being equal, it might be overshadowed by the great Blizzard of 1888. With enough distance, things can start to run together."

"Did you have to shovel yourself out?"

"I was at the Brenton Reef lightship then; there wasn't much to shovel. And Rhode Island was not at all badly hit. I think Providence might have had a foot."

"Doesn't sound pleasant at all. Snow at sea seems terrifying."

He gestured out the window, to where fresh snow had indeed begun to fall - wrecking any chance she had, probably, of making it back to Portland to pick up more groceries. Maybe tomorrow, then.

We are three for three on lighthouses being the key to my heart, or at least an essential part in wooing me into anything approaching emotional availability, and I am very pleased that my number has been so thoroughly had.

[tell me who i am in the HCCU (Hallmark Channel Cinematic Universe)]

#polkaknox talks #jo i am Beyond Pleased at this HCCU assignment #thank you so much for such a fun role!#and for knowing me a little too well? :D

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girls-can-get-married · 5 years ago

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BLOG// Alex & Crystal 💛 "We decided together to get engaged. When we started talking about getting married, we talked about proposal expectations and ultimately decided we wanted our proposals to be an intentional moment. ⁠

We already had a trip to Cancun planned and decided to use it as a private weekend to get engaged 🏖️ We went down to the beach together at sunset and proposed to each other. We took the weekend to ourselves and shared the news with family and friends once we got home.⁠

Neither of us was especially tied to having a large wedding, and honestly, didn't want to spend a ton of money on a celebration ["think about all the trips we could take for that amount" was a constant refrain]. ⁠

We looked at a lot of options, like small parties, small non-traditional ceremonies, etc. But I think the thing that really led us to a private elopement was wanting our wedding day to be exclusively about us. ⁠

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Even with the best of intentions, every wedding we've both ever seen ends up involving a lot of compromises to keep family and friends happy. ⁠

So we settled on a wedding that would involve no compromising of our wishes and never looked back."⁠

And now, that wedding is featured over on the blog 💘⁠

https://dancingwithher.com/alex-crystal/

Captured by Gaby J Photography

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zen3to5 · 4 years ago

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J/H 6-15: Who Are You

And now we come to the Pam Burkhart arc...

Ooh boy.

Pam herself doesn't have much to do with what I don't like about her run of episodes, except that an arc that you would think would be about Jackie's conflict with her mom devolves into an unfocused mess loosely built around Bob and Pam dating. While I couldn't - and didn't want to fully exorcise that plot point, I did try throughout this run of episodes to refocus the story on Jackie's conflict. And, of course, have Hyde there for her too...

(We assume that, in this timeline, 6-03 to 6-14 play out just as we know them.)

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SHOW TITLE EXT. FORMAN DRIVEWAY – DAY A pleasant, cool afternoon. ERIC sits on the back of the Vista Cruiser, watching as HYDE and JACKIE play basketball. DONNA comes out from the kitchen. Eric hops down, crosses to meet her. ERIC: Oh, hey, Donna. Um, about this little celibacy kick we're on - does that cover quickies? 'Cause I could be really quick. DONNA: Well, that's why I call you "the Flash." ERIC: That's why you call me “the Flash? I thought it was 'cause I was flashy, like an entertainer. Come on, one little one. You can even watch TV. DONNA: Eric, we agreed to hold off until the wedding. It's cleansing. ERIC: No, Donna, giving up cigarettes is cleansing. Giving up sex is reckless and irresponsible, and I think it might cause cancer. No dice for Eric; Donna just laughs his pleas off. BOB comes up the drive, crosses to Jackie. BOB: Hey, Jackie. I know since you moved in, we agreed to give each other messages as soon as possible, and in the spirit of that, your mom called last Tuesday. JACKIE: What? No, she couldn't call. She's in Mexico. They don't have phones there. DONNA: Uh, yeah, they do. JACKIE: Why would we give them phones? (to Bob) Look, I don’t have anything to say to my mom. She ditched me, and that’s all I need to know. ERIC: Oh, man, that's... that’s really sad. It's, like, a mother and daughter divided. (to Donna) So, hey, what about some second base action? BOB: (to Eric) What did I tell you about talking about the bases, Flash? Eric turns to Donna, aghast. ERIC: Donna! DONNA: (shrugs) He doesn't know why. She exits down the driveway. BOB: Jackie, you should cut your mom a break. I think she's charming. JACKIE: If she calls again, just tell her I don't want to see her. BOB: Well, that's too bad, 'cause I just picked her up from the airport. Up the driveway struts PAM BURKHART, blonde, tanned, and beaming. PAM: And here I am. JACKIE: Mom! PAM: Oh, I love making an entrance. (to Bob) Be a dear and go watch my luggage. BOB: Really? Thanks. Giggling, Bob hurries down the drive. JACKIE: (to Pam) What are you doing here? ERIC: Who cares? He pushes past Jackie to shake Pam’s hand. ERIC (cont’d): Welcome to my driveway, pretty lady. I'm Eric Forman. Remember me? Big fan. PAM: Oh, right. My toy poodle Snowball almost killed you when you were six. ERIC: I was 13, but, yeah. A breathless KELSO and FEZ come racing up the driveway to Pam’s side. KELSO: Mrs. Burkhart! I thought I saw gorgeous, flowing hair on bronze shoulders. And I wasn't near a mirror, so I knew it had to be you. FEZ: And I just run where Kelso runs. PAM: Well, thank you, Michael. You always did have a discerning eye. KELSO: Oh, I’ve got a lot more body parts going for me than that. Just ask your daughter. Hyde crosses to frog him in the arm. KELSO (cont’d): OW! (to Pam) You remember Hyde? He’s Jackie’s new boyfriend. Just don’t mention I did it with her first. Hyde frogs him again. Kelso cries, pulls Fez between them as a shield. PAM: (to Hyde) Didn’t you rob our house? HYDE: Well, I was in there a few times at night, but I never took anything. JACKIE: Mom, why are you back? PAM: It got rainy in Cabo, so I hopped on a plane. FEZ: (to Hyde) I wish I was a plane. Then she could hop on me. And by “hop on me,” I mean – HYDE: Yeah, yeah, we got it, Fez. JACKIE: (to Pam) Wait, let me guess: "rainy in Cabo" is Spanish for "my rich pilot boyfriend ran out of money." PAM: Don't be silly. I don't know any Spanish. Except for gracias and mas tequila. I just missed you. JACKIE: Well, I didn't miss you. She stomps her foot and runs off to the back of the house. HYDE: And there's the stomp and cry. (to the guys) See you guys tomorrow. He hurries after Jackie. The rest of the guys move closer to Pam. KELSO: Mrs. Burkhart, I know you and Jackie are working through some difficult stuff, but may I just say, nice tan? ERIC: Yeah, it really makes everything pop. FEZ: Yeah, I'm popping a little right now. For reasons best known to Pam, she seems charmed by that, even as Eric and Kelso recoil.

MAIN CREDITS BUMPER INT. HYDE’S BEDROOM – DAY Hyde’s room isn’t quite what Jackie made it in 6-11 (“I Can See For Miles”) – the pink and the unicorns are gone – but the twinkle lights, scented candles, floral curtains and furniture, and goose down duvet all remain. Hyde, sans shades, lies in his bed, with Jackie in his arms and her head on his shoulder. Jackie holds SCHATZI in her arms. JACKIE: God, I cannot believe my mom. Why did she have to go all the way to Mexico to drink all day? A good mom stays at home and drinks, like Mrs. Forman with her wine. And I’m supposed to believe she came back after all this time for me? The last time I heard from her was a postcard three months ago that just said “good afternoon from Cancun.” And it wasn’t a good afternoon. It was 8 AM when I got it! HYDE: My dad tried to get back in touch with me once. He left a six-pack on my car. JACKIE: How did you know it was your dad? HYDE: He was passed out on the hood. JACKIE: (shakes her head) You know what the worst part is? HYDE: That you feel like you should give her another chance ‘cause she’s your mom, even though you know she’ll probably just screw you over again. Jackie looks up at his face. He looks down at her, gives her a very small smile. They both know: he’s been in her shoes. Jackie moans and buries her face into Hyde’s shoulder. The muffled sounds of a clock chiming catch them both by surprise. Hyde reaches up to the dresser drawer above them, slides it open, and takes out a small, ornate clock. He presents it to Jackie, who takes it. JACKIE: This is the clock from the mantle in my dad’s old office. HYDE: Yeah, I lied before. I took a few things when I was in your house. He takes the clock back, sets it on the floor, and holds Jackie a little tighter as she cuddles up against him and Schatzi licks her nose. CUT TO: INT. PINCIOTTI KITCHEN – DAY Concurrent with the previous scene. Pam, Bob, and Donna sit around the kitchen table as Pam relates her travels. PAM: And then we flew down to Tijuana. I shouldn’t speak too much about our time there, but let’s just say that Escobar was intimately acquainted with the local bar scene. She chuckles and looks around the house. PAM (cont’d): So, this is where my Jackie has been staying? Well, I can’t speak for the rest of the house, but this kitchen is just so... kitschy. (laughs) (to Bob) It was so good of you to take her in. I feel just awful about how things went. That was quite the trial. DONNA: Yeah. I mean, you being gone and her dad going to prison – Jackie’s been through a lot. PAM: No, I mean her father’s arrest. It was quite the trial. I wasn’t there, of course, but my girlfriends in the Ladies of Point Place filled me in. It sounded exhausting. She sighs and fans herself as Donna and Bob share a look. BUMPER INT. FORMAN BASEMENT – DAY Concurrent with the previous two scenes. Fez and Kelso sit on the couch, perusing a pamphlet in Kelso’s hands. KELSO: Whoa, check out this new police academy they're sending me to in Waukegan. It's got its own pool. Oh, man, if I'd have known it was gonna be this nice, I'd have burned down the old one a lot sooner. FEZ: Kelso, I'm really going to miss you. Who's gonna take my lunch money and tease me and pull down my pants in front of girls? KELSO: Hey, say something about Jackie’s boobs around Hyde, and he’ll do more than that, buddy. Eric enters from the basement door, his hands full of bottle rockets. ERIC: Hey, since Donna cut me off, I took the money that I would have spent on a romantic dinner for two and bought me a gross of bottle rockets. Take that, Pinciotti! Kelso jumps up and grabs the rockets. KELSO: Bottle rockets, all right! Fez, start running. Fez jumps to his feet, but Eric catches him by the arm before he makes it to the door. ERIC: No, wait. I got a better idea. (to Fez) We’re driving Kelso to the police academy, right? After we drop him off, let's stop at the dairy farm, scare the hell out of some cows. I love cows. They're the one animal I can run faster than. KELSO: No, no, let's go before you drop me off. That big spotted one needs an attitude adjustment. ERIC: No, man, it's gotta be at night. We’ve launched so much stuff at those cows during the day, I swear, they recognize the Vista Cruiser. Kelso drops back down on the couch and pouts. KELSO: I can't believe you guys are going without me. FEZ: (to Eric) Those cows will never know what hit them. And even after it hits them, they still won't know, because they're cows. He gains a faraway look in his eye as Eric takes back the rockets. BUMPER INT. FORMAN KITCHEN – DAY The Formans enjoy a rare moment of quiet. KITTY reads at the kitchen table as RED takes a beer from the fridge. Kitty flips her magazine down and looks up at Red. KITTY: Why don't we ever have tea? RED: Well, this sounds like the beginning of a wonderful argument. Like the “stuffing versus mashed potatoes” fight that turned into “why don't I ever take you on vacation.” KITTY: Why don't you ever take me on vacation? RED: Oh, crap. The patio door slides open, and Donna enters. DONNA: Um, have you guys seen Jackie anywhere? RED: Well, let’s see... my ears aren’t bleeding from listening to a four-hour story about a trip to the hair salon. So, no. KITTY: Now be nice, Red. Jackie’s mom finally came home from her cultural tour of Mexico's many fine bars and cantinas. (laughs) DONNA: Yeah, Jackie’s really upset. Her mom tried to talk to her earlier and she just stormed off. KITTY: Well, that’s no good. Those two need to sit down and work this out. (taps the table) They can do it here - with tea. We'll have tea! RED: No! Why does this always happen here? We're in a recession. There are vacant lots all over the place. KITTY: Well, you can go stand in a vacant lot. We're having a tea party. With crumpets! I'll find out what they are, and we will have them. CUT TO: INT. KELSO’S BEDROOM – EVENING Later in the day. Kelso lies on his bed, reading a Spider-Man comic book. Eric and Fez enter. They look around and notice a distinct lack of packed bags. ERIC: Kelso, you’re not packed? You’ve only got one more day before you leave for the police academy. FEZ: Don’t forget to pack gasoline and matches so you can burn that one down too. He and Eric laugh. Kelso frowns, flips around to sit against his pillow. KELSO: I don't need gasoline to burn stuff down. All I need is these two hands and a lack of adult supervision. Anyway, I'm not going. I decided I didn't want to be a cop. ERIC: But, Kelso, I thought you wanted to impress the mother of your child and give your life a purpose... and pull over girls for speeding while foxy. KELSO: No, I got my reasons. I mean, I don't want to leave when things are going so good for me and Brooke. Plus, blue isn't a very good color for me. FEZ: What, are you crazy? You take blue to a whole new level. Kelso shrugs, bends down to pull on his shoes. KELSO: All right, let's go blast some cows. ERIC: Whoa. All you talk about is being a cop. You haven't focused on anything this hard since you thought you heard your name on Led Zeppelin II. KELSO: It's in there. In "Whole Lotta Love," he clearly sings "Kelso lotta love." FEZ: Kelso, we're not gonna let you throw your life away. ERIC: Yeah, man. We’re gonna make sure you become a cop. Now, I’ll have the car ready tomorrow, bright and early. (to Fez) You help him pack. He starts for the door. KELSO: Why aren’t you helping? ERIC: My mom’s having a tea party. Fez and Kelso start to laugh. Eric smiles, nods. ERIC (cont’d): Yeah. Pam’ll be there. He waves an airy salute and strolls out of the room as the smiles fall from Fez and Kelso’s faces. BUMPER INT. FORMAN LIVING ROOM – EVENING The tea party is impending. Red sits in the middle of the couch, frowning, while Donna sits at the piano. Kitty enters from the kitchen with an elaborate tea tray set and puts it down in front of Red on the coffee table. KITTY: Okay, here, Red, try this tea. It'll make you feel British. (doing English accent) “Mum's the word, guvnor.” (laughs) RED: Kitty, this is America. We bomb countries that drink tea. KITTY: Well, that's because coffee keeps us awake all night, and we wake up in such a bad mood, we have to bomb someone. Jackie and Hyde enter from the kitchen. Between the tea set and everyone’s attention snapping their way, it’s not hard to realize something’s up. HYDE: What’s going on? Jackie’s eyes fall on the tea tray. JACKIE: (gasps) Are you throwing me a tea party? KITTY: Sort of. (laughs) We have Earl Gray, and Chamomile, and your mother’s coming over, and English Breakfast. JACKIE: What? DONNA: Yeah, Jackie. My dad’s bringing her over any minute. Jackie glares at Donna and Kitty. Without looking away from them, she throws her hand back behind her. Hyde takes it, and she lets him lead her to the door. Kitty hurries to block their way. KITTY: No, no, no. Jackie, you need to sit down with your mom and talk about what happened. JACKIE: Mrs. Forman, I can’t even look my mom in the eye. I mean, I never thought I’d say this, but there comes a point when a person is too tan. She and Hyde try to get around Kitty, but she moves to block them again. KITTY: No, Jackie – The doorbell rings. KITTY (cont’d): (to Jackie) Ooh, I bet that’s your mom now. (to Red) Red, get the door. (to Jackie) Just – just try the tea. Jackie gives up and Hyde follows her lead; they let Kitty herd them over to the couch as Red gets up and crosses to Donna. RED: How did my house become the one all these things happen in? This should be at your house. Bob likes company. He doesn’t wait for an answer but goes to the door. In step Bob and Pam. PAM: Hi, Red. I’m Pam Burkhart. I believe you knew my husband. RED: Well, if by “knew” you mean “got screwed over by him and his crooked city council,” then yes. He steps aside, lets Pam and Bob in. Jackie and Hyde stand, as if to leave, but Kitty moves between them and the way to the kitchen door. PAM: (to Kitty) You made tea. Oh, I love tea. BOB: So do I. RED: Of course you do, Bob. PAM: (to Jackie) Hi, honey. JACKIE: Hi. And by "hi," I mean “not hi,” because I'm not talking to you, even though I'm talking now. So, I'm just gonna stop talking, starting now. Oh! Dang it. Starting now. And now. Shoot! Starting – HYDE: Yeah, yeah, they got it, Jaq. He helps her sit back down on the couch. Pam sits on the other side of her. PAM: This is awkward. (beat) Why don't I tell a story about something charming I did in Mexico? Eric rushes in from upstairs, rounds the coffee table, and throws himself into Red’s chair. ERIC: (breathless) I'd love to hear it. PAM: There was this woman on a beach in Cozumel, and normally, I wouldn't talk to someone who had such bad skin, but she was selling the cutest hair clips... (takes them from her purse) So, here. She hands the bag of hair clips to Jackie. JACKIE: You know, I'd tell you that this doesn't fix anything, but I'm not talking to you. Oh, shoot! Starting now! She throws the bag across the room. Donna catches the bag and looks it over. DONNA: Damn, these are cute. PAM: Look, Jackie, when your father got into trouble, I panicked. But that doesn't mean I stopped caring about you. I know that you've got hostile feelings towards me, but I'm your mother, and I love you. And I promise I'll never leave you again. BOB: I believe her. ERIC: Me, too. Kitty, Red, and Hyde all roll their eyes. JACKIE: Mom, a good time to tell me you loved me was the day Daddy went to prison, not two months later on a postcard from La Cantina Cucaracha in Guadalajara. She stands and storms past Kitty into the kitchen. Immediately, she sticks her head back into the living room. JACKIE (cont’d): Starting now! And with that, she leaves for good. Hyde also stands, crosses to Kitty. HYDE: Mrs. Forman, I hate saying this, ‘cause you usually know what to do, but stop helping with our parents! He follows Jackie into the kitchen. Donna holds up the bag of hair clips. DONNA: Mrs. Burkhart, if Jackie seriously doesn't want these, can I have them? FADE TO BLACK COMMERCIAL BUMPER INT. FORMAN LIVING ROOM – EVENING The aftermath of the tea party. Kitty packs up her tea tray as Red stands by, looking more than a little smug. Donna sits on the couch, examining her new hair clips. RED: Well, whaddya know? A sissy, pansy-ass tea party just couldn’t bring Jackie and her ditzy lush of a mother together. If only we knew someone who could see that these things never work out. Well, I guess that’s just another crazy dream. KITTY: All right, mister. (pushes tea tray into his hands) Just for that, you can put all this away. Red rolls his eyes but does as he’s told, exits into the kitchen with the tray. Kitty drops down onto the couch next to Donna. KITTY (cont’d): Oh, maybe he’s right. Maybe we should leave this between Jackie and her mom. DONNA: No, Mrs. Forman, if Jackie won’t even listen to her mom, we need to help them patch things up. Moms and daughters should get along, even if one of them’s a little ditzy or a little... Tequila-y. Kitty smiles. She knows why this matters to Donna. KITTY: Have you heard from Midge since you came back from California? DONNA: A few times. Not a lot. Kitty pats Donna’s knee. KITTY: Well, you’re eighteen now, so what do you say you join me at the home bar for a nice Manhattan? She laughs, leads Donna over to the drinks. CUT TO: INT. FORMAN KITCHEN – EVENING Concurrent with the previous scene from Red’s exit. Red sets the tea tray down on the island. Jackie and Hyde come up from the basement, Hyde carrying Schatzi. JACKIE: Oh, Mr. Forman, I don’t know what to do! She rushes over and hugs him around the chest. Red throws his hands up, glares at Hyde. RED: This again? Why the hell aren’t you handling this? You’re right there! Hyde can only shrug in reply as Jackie refuses to let Red go. BUMPER INT. KELSO’S BEDROOM – DAY The next morning. The sheets are pulled up all the way to the headboard over the mass in the bed. Eric, knocking even as he opens the door, strolls in with Fez behind. ERIC: (to Kelso) Hey, come on, buddy. Time to go to cop school. He pulls the sheets back and finds Kelso’s pillows lined up as a decoy. ERIC (cont’d): I don't believe this. FEZ: I know. King-size pillows on a twin-size bed? Why didn't I think of that? ERIC: Man, he just split on us. Their eyes are drawn to the closet as a rustling and banging sound leaks out from behind the door. KELSO (v.o.): Ow! Eric and Fez share a look. ERIC: (flat) Yeah, he's definitely gone. I guess we'll just leave then. In lockstep, he and Fez stomp their feet in place. Fez shuts the door, hard enough for the CLICK to clearly register. The closet door opens and out steps Kelso. He finds Eric and Fez waiting for him, arms crossed. KELSO: Oh, that's not fair. You guys made leaving sounds. ERIC: Kelso, enough kidding around. We’ve got all your bags packed. Let’s go. Kelso makes a show of heaving a sigh. Dragging his feet, he follows Eric and Fez until they reach... INT. KELSO HALLWAY – DAY ... Where he promptly runs turns around and runs down the opposite end of the hall. CUT TO: INT. DONNA’S BEDROOM – DAY The girls are both out. The room is seemingly empty until Eric and Fez enter. They immediately move to the closet and throw it open, where they find Kelso crouched down on the floor. KELSO: That’s not fair either. You didn’t even look anywhere else. Eric notices that Kelso’s hands are closed around something. ERIC: Kelso, is that Donna’s underwear? Kelso doesn’t meet Eric’s eyes. He tosses the panties at Eric, springs out past him and Fez, and shoots out of the room. CUT TO: INT. HYDE’S BEDROOM – DAY Hyde and Jackie are cuddling together on the bed, with Schatzi seated on the edge. They seem ready to doze off when a rustling sound comes from behind the curtain. Jackie and Hyde look over towards it. JACKIE: Fez? KELSO (v.o.): (doing Fez) “Yes. This is Fez. Don’t mind me. I am just here doing ‘Fez’ things.” Hyde and Jackie share a look. CUT TO: EXT. FORMAN DRIVEWAY – DAY Eric and Fez lean against the Vista Cruiser. Eric has Donna’s panties in his hands. ERIC: Damn. Getting these back from Kelso is the closest thing to action I’ve had since that marriage counseling session. I can’t believe how seriously Donna’s taking this celibacy thing. Fez, how do you cope with not getting any? FEZ: I think you know how I cope. When you don’t see me, I’m coping. Hyde comes around from the back of the house, dragging a sputtering, gasping Kelso by his collar. HYDE: (to Eric) Hey. You missing one brain-dead cop-in-training? He throws Kelso out in front of him. Kelso staggers, spins around, gets upright. KELSO: (to Hyde) A simple “get out of my room, please” would have worked just as well. ERIC: (to Kelso) Okay, just get in the car. KELSO: You know, you guys can take me to the academy, but as soon as you leave, I’m gone. ERIC: All right, Kelso, that’s it. I haven’t had sex in weeks. Fez is in a drought not seen since the Great Dust Bowl. We are tightly wound. So you’d better tell us what your real problem is, or we’re gonna freakin’ throttle you! FEZ: (to Kelso) I will tear you apart like a lion. KELSO: Okay, look, I don't want to tell you guys, because I'm afraid you're gonna make fun of me. HYDE: Oh, Kelso - of course we're gonna make fun of you. KELSO: All right, fine. You know what? It's like I'm going to a new school, okay? And I'm worried that I'm not gonna be able to make friends. First off, I'm so much better looking than everyone else. The only reason you guys are friends with me is 'cause you met me before I blossomed. HYDE: Man, you should be worried about something that could actually happen, like handcuffing yourself to a horse. ERIC: Look, Kelso, here's the thing - you've stolen my stuff, and you've burned my stuff... you've even groped my stuff. But I still hang out with you because you are a great guy. Come on - you're Michael Kelso, right? You're bulletproof. Kelso lets the words sink in. Slowly, he smiles and nods. KELSO: Dammit, you're right. I am bulletproof. All right - let's get going! ERIC: All right! He, Kelso, and Fez move to pile into the Vista Cruiser as Hyde heads back inside. Eric takes Kelso by the arm and pulls him aside. ERIC: Hey, by the way – um, you're not actually bulletproof. He claps Kelso on the shoulder and lets him think about that as he gets behind the wheel. BUMPER INT. PINCIOTTI KITCHEN – DAY Later that afternoon. Donna, Jackie, and Hyde all sit around the kitchen table. Jackie is holding on tight to Hyde’s hand with both of hers. DONNA: Jackie, just go see your mom. JACKIE: Why should I? She’s only here ‘til she finds a new meal ticket. DONNA: Jackie, she chose you over golden sunsets, frozen margaritas... man, why aren't we down there? JACKIE: Donna, you don't get her, because you'll never understand the intoxicating quality of getting anything you want with your looks. She lets go of Hyde, stands, and exits out into the yard. DONNA: (to Hyde) Okay, that girl does not know how to accept help. “You’re not pretty enough to understand, Donna.” “I’m too cool to live with you, Donna.” “You must be colorblind if you think that’s a good outfit, Donna.” You try acting that way when my uncle Carmine offers to do you a favor, see what happens. HYDE: Man, none of you are helping. He stands, crosses to the island. Donna follows. DONNA: What do you mean? HYDE: You all keep trying to make Jackie sit down and work things out with her mom, all Partridge Family, when you don’t even get what she’s going through. DONNA: Of course I get it. Her mom left. It happened to me, too. HYDE: Donna, your mom told you she was leaving, and she knew you still had your dad. Jackie found out her mom wasn’t coming back two months after her dad went to prison from a postcard sent from a nudie beach in Acapulco. DONNA: Okay, well... why would she come back to the town her daughter’s living in if all she wants is a meal ticket? HYDE: When my parents came back into town, I was the meal ticket. DONNA: Fine, whatever! Look, Jackie’s mother is a lovely woman. I still say she came back to be with her daughter, not to find some lonely rich guy. The kitchen door swings open. Bob and Pam lean inside. BOB: Donna, Pam and I are gonna catch a movie. PAM: It’s my first American date in months! Giggling, they lean back out. DONNA: (to Hyde) Jackie’s mother is a gold-digging tramp! Hyde frowns at her as Donna slams a palm down on the island. CUT TO: EXT. POLICE ACADEMY – NIGHT The police academy of Waukegan, a stately training facility for Wisconsin’s finest. The courtyard is filled with cadets and officers. The Vista Cruiser is pulled just outside the main entrance. Fez and Eric sit on the back as Kelso shakes their hands one at a time. KELSO: Okay, I'm all set. So, here I go. ERIC: Kelso, you're gonna do great. But, hey, just in case, I packed some extra cookies in your lunch to help you make friends. He hands him a paper lunch bag. FEZ: Oh, um... I ate the cookies. Try to find a friend who likes carrots. KELSO: Okay. Well... guess this is it. Hey, give those cows hell, boys. Slowly, he makes his way into the academy. Every few steps, he stops and looks over his shoulder, but he presses on. Just as he’s about to reach the center of the courtyard, Eric hops off the back of the Vista Cruiser and starts waving. ERIC: Hey, Kelso, I love you! The other cops all turn to stare. Kelso shrinks under their gaze. KELSO: (to Eric) Shut up! ERIC: Oh, come on, Kelso, you know I love you! KELSO: Eric, quit it! FEZ: (with passion) I love you the most! Eric and Kelso both stare at Fez. ERIC: I was just kidding. FEZ: (beat) So was I. So was I. He retreats inside the Vista Cruiser. FADE TO BLACK CREDITS INT. FORMAN BASEMENT – NIGHT After the drive back. Hyde sits in his chair, Eric sits on the top of the couch, and Fez sits in the couch properly on the other end. He and Hyde have a few bottle rockets in hand each, while Eric holds the greater bundle. HYDE: So, no cows out in the field? ERIC: None. Man, what are we gonna do with all these bottle rockets? He and Hyde both slowly turn toward Fez. He sighs and grabs the stupid helmet. FEZ: Fine, I'll be the cow. But this time, count all the way to ten. ERIC: You got it, buddy. Fez jumps up and races out the basement door. ERIC: One... HYDE: Ten. They jump up and hurry after Fez. END.

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littlemeowmeowschimmy · 5 years ago

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Life’s Little Joys [Yoongi x Reader] 6

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Genre: Cute // Fluff // Smut // Angst

Summary: Your life takes an unexpected turn when your period comes five days late...

WC: 1.7k

A/N: Heyo guys. Another two months and here I am updating. I wanted to state before y’all get into this that I totally messed up the timeline in the first chapter. Instead of “one month ago,” I realized that it needed to be set back a year ago. You’ll find out more, and it’ll make sense when you read this chapter. This is when things start to become more...edgy wink.

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This was not only a well-needed break, but it was a great vacation. You could tell that the boys needed time off to themselves and going to Cancun was the best decision. Yes, they were still working in the meantime, but you tried to make sure that they weren’t working all the time. Especially the three notorious for not knowing how to put a pen down.

Some nights you lied in bed alone because Yoongi was too focused on producing. Yes, of course, it worried you to know that he basically worked himself to the bone, but he had always said that he loved what he was doing. One night, however, you shifted yourself in the massive bed. It was after you two had well-needed sex, and you were still bare under the sheets.

Yoongi put on boxers and a white shirt. He sat at his desk with his equipment out, headphones over his already messy hair. Pulling the sheets up close to your breasts, you watched as his eyes were fixed on his laptop screen. You cleared your throat, hoping that his music wasn’t so loud. Yoongi’s head perks at the sound, then pulling his headphones out.

He shifts himself to look directly at you, his eyes glowing from the lamp behind him. “Baby, it’s almost four in the morning,” you croaked wiping the sleep away from your eyes. Yoongi gave you a small smile, then pushes his chair out just a little. He sets his headphones beside his laptop, saves his work, and climbs into bed.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he starts wrapping one long arm around you, pulling your body close. “I was fixing a few things on the last song for Persona,” he mentions rubbing his cheek against your head. “Hoseok really outdid himself this time.” You didn’t have to see it, but you could feel that he was giving his famous gummy smile.

“I can’t wait,” you pause for a second, figuring out the words once again. “With that being said, you should sleep with me now.” Rolling over and pressing your body against his, placing your head on his chest and one arm slung around his middle. His chest rises and falls quickly, signaling that he was laughing at your words.

Of course, he didn’t say anything right away. Yoongi wasn’t the type to quickly give you an answer in moments like these. Instead, he complied with your wishes and snuggled in with you. Not even bothering to turn off the lamp because it seemed like he was too comfortable and his dreams wanted to take him away.

You, on the other hand, lied next to him as you found his warmth to be perfect. Settling yourself on the bed and using his body to shield you from the glare of the lamp. Within moments, you two were nuzzled in close, snoring softly as your dreams took ahold of you. The next morning, you awoke to Yoongi surprisingly out of bed.

Stretching, you rolled over and planted your feet on the soft tile below. Glancing to the right, you noticed the door was open, and a familiar figure came waltzing in. It was Yoongi holding a small tray of goodies, and once the smell hit your nose, your stomach was growling.

“It’s almost noon, so I wouldn’t be surprised that you were are already are hungry,” he mentions sitting beside you. You undoubtedly didn’t believe that time had passed so quickly and that you had slept the entire morning away. But when placing things in order, you realized that it was inevitable. Reaching out, you took the corn tortilla in hand.

“Who made these?” You questioned, glancing down at the meat and a few ingredients on the side.

“Jin-Hyung,” he says watching as you cup the tortilla and start building a small taco.

“The food smells delicious,” you answer stomach still growling. Silence fell over as it seemed like Yoongi was trying to figure out what to say next. He rubs the back of his neck, then shifts himself on the bed. Facing you now, you could see that he was getting red. Not in the tips of his ears, but across his cheeks. You also noticed that he did that nervous tick where he rubbed the back of his ear when speaking.

“I was really going to wait until tonight,” he starts pausing once again. “But I just couldn’t wait.” knitting your brows together you saw Yoongi shift himself, so he was standing. Then, you watched as he got down on one knee in front of you. The action of his stance was making you blink rapidly as you couldn’t believe what you saw in front of you.

He pulls out a small white box, opening it to reveal a beautiful heart-shaped ring with a gold band. “I’ve loved you for so many years Y/n,” he whispers his tone low enough for only the two of you to hear. “I want nothing more than to continue to grow and live my life with you.”

Even before he could get the words out, you were reaching forward to grasp his free hand. Squeezing him tightly as he then pops the question,” Will you marry me?”

Without a doubt, you sputter, “Yes!”

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Present Time

“What do you mean your period is late?” Yoongi questions watching you pace back and forth in your living room. How could have this happened? Why did this happen? You were sure that you had taken your pill, and you were sure that Yoongi used protection. Everything should have been in order, this wasn’t supposed to happen. None of it was!

But here you were, five days late and two positive pregnancy tests later. “What I mean is that you are going to be a father and I am going to be a mother,” you mentioned shoving the tests in his face. Well not entirely pushing them because they were lying on the kitchen counter. Yoongi was still in shock and asking all of these ridiculous questions. Especially after you had gotten out the pregnancy tests that you had stored just in case.

“But we used protection.”

“Clearly not.” You answer, finally settling onto the toilet as you were biting on your nails. Yoongi moves closer, swatting your hand out of your mouth. You were trying to get over such a bad habit, but, this was a crisis. Your wedding was in a few days, you were already feeling sick all over again at the thought of it, and you're finally fitting was today.

You couldn’t help but feel self-conscious because what if you had gained weight? What if you were already getting ready to show in the next few weeks? Yeah, you weren’t supposed to start showing until maybe seven or eight weeks, you couldn’t quite remember. It had been a while since you took any classes on the miracle of life.

Clearly, those classes hadn’t prepared you for anything. With that being said, you shifted uncomfortably on the toilet, eyes moving up to catch your fiance’s. Yoongi looked just as pale as you did, maybe even paler. He was still working under BigHit, and the band was thriving more than ever. Having a child in such a busy environment wasn’t great for their growth and development.

It wasn’t high on you either since you would be taking care of the child most if not all of the time. Just thinking about having a little one made you want to start pulling your hair out.

“You’re seeing your doctor soon, right?” Yoongi starts shifting himself, so he was eye level with you. He places both hands on your knees, rubbing his thumbs into your skin as his body leans forward. Silently nodding, you shift yourself back against the toilet. “Then you should go and talk to them. Ask for a test just to make sure, and then we’ll go from there.”

“Yes, but those tests take weeks,” you answer, exaggerating. “I’ll just go in for an ultrasound.” pursing your lips and wiggling out of his grasp. Yoongi moves back slightly, letting you have all the room that you could possibly need. You step out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. Where breakfast from this morning was already making your stomach start to churn and feel weird.

“You know,” you pause, turning back around to meet his gaze. “I think I’m going to just go for a walk.”

“In this smog?” Yoongi questions eyes widening just a little.

“I’ll wear a mask.” You protest, placing your hands on your hips. You needed to be able to get ahold of yourself before going to your fitting. It was only natural that you wanted some time to yourself. Yeah, the smog wasn’t the best this morning, but at least you could clear your head. Yoongi puffs his cheeks out, the way he usually does when he wasn’t too keen on specific ideas.

Then he purses his lips, raking a hand through his hair. “If you’re going to wear a mask, then I think I can not worry so much.” he finally says, closing his eyes and then tilting his head back. “I have to get ready to go to the studio anyways.” You grin in his direction, moving forwards and placing a hand on both cheeks. Then you lean on your tiptoes, bringing your head up so you could put your forehead on his.

“We’ll get through this, I promise,” you whisper, silently hoping that you could somehow convince yourself that everything was fine.

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omgjasminesimone · 6 years ago

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Spousal Privilege

Colt x MC

Word Count: 1944

Author’s Note: Set a couple of months in the future from the book. With Colt in jail facing charges for the deaths of the Brotherhood, has Ellie found a way to get him out?

Now with Follow up!: Epilogue

Taglist: @lovehugsandcandy @choicesarehard

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“Kaneko, you’ve got a visitor.”

Colt swings his legs off his hard steel bunk, the thin mattress doing very little to make it comfortable. He stands, and the jail guard puts shackles on his feet before shoving him roughly into the hallway. The two walk in silence toward the visiting room. Colt tunes out the clanking bars, the loud jail house sounds, and the jeers from the older, more hardened inmates. He winces at a particularly loud wolf whistle. He really needs to get out of here before he ends up becoming someone’s prison wife.

Colt stops at the entrance to the group visiting room, full of inmates sitting at different tables talking to family members. He’s surprised when the guard shoves him past the door, toward a part of the jail he’s never been to. As they walk by a closed in private room, Colt looks into the large window and sees Ellie sitting inside, drumming her nails on the table nervously. A smile comes to his face at the sight of her. Even though he’s only been locked up for a week, he’s missed her a lot.

The guard opens the door and restrains himself from pushing Colt inside since the girl is there to witness his rough treatment. “No touching.” He barks roughly at Colt as he walks past the guard and into the room.

Colt gives the guard a mocking salute. “Whatever you say Sanchez.”

The guard scowls at Colt before removing the shackles on his legs, closing the door behind him. He appears a moment later at the window, watching them menacingly with his arms crossed.

Colt resists his impulse to pull Ellie into his arms, clenching his fists to keep his hands to himself. She’s wearing the same pretty blue dress she wore to his hearing this morning. He had to change from his court suit back into the orange jailhouse uniform when he was transported back to the jail.

He smiles at her as he takes the seat across from her, starting to reach out for her hand before remembering himself and lowering his hand back to his leg. “Hey baby.”

She returns his smile. “Hey.” She looks him over. “Orange is really not your color.” She remarks, trying to lighten the mood.

He glances down at himself. “Really? I thought I was pulling this off.” He replies.

“Well, hopefully you won’t have to wear the orange jumpsuit for long. Your mom and I are trying to get your bail together.”

“What did my mom say to you? When they were leading me out of the court room after the hearing?” It’s been bothering him all day. He knows it can’t have been anything good.

“She said I could do better.” Ellie admits.

Colt scoffs. “Well, she’s not wrong.”

“It was nice to meet her. I wish it could have been under different circumstances though. She took me out for lunch afterwards, she’s so interesting. And beautiful!” Ellie says.

Colt smiles. “Where did you think my good looks came from?” He asks arrogantly.

She rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling fondly. “Well, with those good looks we really better get you out of here before you become someone’s girlfriend.” She jokes.

“You joke, but that’s a serious concern. What’s going on with my Dad’s life insurance policy? What about his fire insurance?” Colt asks.

“The life insurance won’t pay out. They’re calling your Dad’s death a suicide.”

Colt slams his fist on the table angrily, and Sanchez loudly bangs on the glass outside to warn him to cut it out. Colt clenches his fist and returns it to his lap. “It wasn’t a suicide. It was murder by the corrupt LAPD.”

“Colt, I know. But ultimately he did sacrifice himself, regardless of how voluntary his choice was. But the fire policy should pay out. The bad news is that they have to investigate first to make sure it isn’t fraud, that you didn’t set the fire.”

“How long is that supposed to take?” Colt questions.

“A couple of months.” Ellie answers.

“Fuck. So how am I supposed to come up with $50,000 for bail?” Colt asks.

“Your mom is trying to get a loan. She’s having some trouble though, her credit isn’t great. I asked my Dad if he would cosign a loan for me, but he said no.”

“I can’t believe this.” Colt mutters, irritably running his hands through his dark un-gelled hair.

“Is this a bad time to say I told you so?” Ellie probes.

Colt glares. “Yes.” He answers.

“But I did tell you not to do this. That this isn’t what your Dad would have wanted. Taking out the Brotherhood, besides Jason, didn’t bring your father back. And now look where you are.”

Colt looks at the guard worriedly, and then the camera in the corner, not wanting to say anything to incriminate himself in the deaths of the Brotherhood.

Ellie notices his apprehension to talk. “The room is soundproof. And they’re not recording. None of this is admissible in court.”

Colt scoffs. “Yeah right. I’ve watched enough crime TV to know they use phone calls from prison and confessions said out loud to an empty room all the time.”

“Except that you’re entitled to discuss your case with your legal team without being recorded if they put in a request with the jail beforehand.” Ellie says smugly, leaning back in her seat and looking pleased with herself.

Colt grins at her, “And since when have you been on my legal team?”

“Since I convinced your lawyer to take me on as an intern.”

Colt leans back, shaking his head in disbelief. “I really don’t deserve you.”

“I love you Colt, even if you don’t always deserve it. Like when you completely ignore what I say and do something like this.”

“I didn’t actually kill anyone. I just manipulated a situation that resulted in the Brotherhood all dying.” Colt responds.

“Besides Jason.” Ellie adds.

Colt grimaces. “I wish I could have taken that bastard out too. But I needed him to make the plan work.”

Ellie sighs. “Did your plan include him trying to cut a plea deal by implicating you?”

“They have no evidence. It’s just his word and he’s a corrupt cop who has actually murdered people.”

“Except it might not be just his word. Colt, I have bad news.” Ellie says.

“What?” Colt asks with dread.

“Jason told the prosecutors about me. I got a subpoena in the mail yesterday. They want me to testify against you.” Ellie confesses.

“Shit.” Colt mutters. He should have accounted for this. The rest of the crew couldn’t be tracked, no last names, aliases, scattered to the wind. He didn’t have to worry about any of them testifying. But Jason knew all about Ellie Wheeler.

“I won’t tell them anything.” Ellie assures.

“No Ellie. You can’t lie under oath for me. If you do, you could go to jail. Just testify. Maybe the jury will be sympathetic. This is my first offense. I was avenging my father.” Colt reasons.

“Colt, we can’t take that chance. You’re looking at up to twenty years!”

Colt winces as he’s reminded of the severity of his possible sentence. “So I’d be out by the time I’m 40. That’s not the end of the world.”

“Colt, there’s another way.” Ellie confesses. She’s blushing for some reason.

“What?” Colt presses.

Ellie has trouble meeting his intense gaze across the table. “If we got married, I wouldn’t have to testify against you. It’s called spousal privilege.”

Colt blinks in disbelief and the couple sits in an awkward silence.

“You want to marry me.” Colt mumbles in disbelief.

“Obviously, these aren’t ideal circumstances. Hell, this is never how I pictured getting married, but I think it’s the best way to get you out of this.” Ellie responds.

“You should leave me Ellie. Not marry me.” Colt says, but the loving way he’s looking at her contradicts his words.

“I’m not going anywhere Colt. I love you.” Ellie says reverently.

“I love you too, Ellie, but this is insane. We’re way too young.”

“Not legally. I’m 18. My Dad is going to hate this, but he can’t stop us. Honestly Colt, why not? We love each other, we practically live together now anyway, I’m always at your place. We definitely fight like an old married couple. It doesn’t have to be a big deal. It’s just a piece of paper.”

“You know it’s more than a piece of paper. Are you sure you don’t want to find someone better? You’re going to college next month, what if you meet someone who’s not facing 20 years in prison? Who treats you right and has a bright future?”

“Colt, I deferred. I’m not going in August” Ellie admits.

“Why Ellie? Langston College has been what you’ve wanted forever.”

“What I want is you. I’m not going anywhere until all of this is worked out. College will be there next year.”

“You’re being stupid.” Colt says harshly.

Ellie’s eyes narrow. “And when are you going back to college?”

Colt rolls his eyes. “That’s different. I wasn’t valedictorian. I didn’t have a full scholarship. You’re giving up everything. You’re going to regret it and resent me one day.”

Ellie’s eyes soften as he reveals his insecurity about holding her back. “Colt, I’m not giving up anything. I’ll go next year. And you’ll be cleared. We could move to Boston together. That’s what I want.”

“What you want is a jailhouse wedding? That’s what you dreamed of as a little girl?” Colt questions sarcastically.

“I’m not having a jailhouse wedding. I’m not marrying you until you’re out on bail.” Ellie responds, showing she’s put a lot of thought into this.

“You really want to do this?” Colt asks, giving her another chance to come to her senses and change her mind.

“Yes. I want to be Mrs. Colt Kaneko.” Ellie says with a smile.

Colt smiles back. “We could elope in Vegas. Be married by an Elvis impersonator.” Colt suggests.

“You can’t leave the state as a condition of your bail. But we can get married in a Los Angeles courtroom.” Ellie corrects.

“So no honeymoon in Cancun then.” Colt adds.

“Not right now, but once you’re cleared we can go on a late honeymoon. Besides, on a honeymoon I think you mostly just stay in the bedroom. We can do that right here.” Ellie says, shooting him a seductive look.

“I really want to kiss you right now.” Colt admits.

Ellie looks out to the window, where Sanchez is still standing but he’s playing a game on his phone and not paying attention. “Make it quick.” Ellie warns.

Colt smirks and leans across the table, burying one hand in her hair as he kisses her hungrily. He doesn’t make it quick, instead deepening the kiss and resting his other hand on her neck.

The door slams open as Sanchez storms in. “Break it up you two!”

They reluctantly pull apart. Sanchez pulls Colt roughly to his feet. “Open you mouth.” Sanchez demands.

“Aaahhh.” Colt mocks as he opens his mouth wide.

Sanchez glares, gripping Colt’s chin and looking into his mouth.

“You didn’t slip any drugs in there, did you?” Sanchez directs at Ellie.

“Nope, just my tongue.” She responds cheekily.

Colt chuckles and Sanchez glares at Ellie this time. “Visit time is over.” He mutters, putting the shackles back on Colt.

“I love you.” Colt tosses over his shoulder to Ellie as he’s jostled out of the room.

“Love you too. See you next week!” Ellie returns.

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