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t4tozier · 2 years ago

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interesting bits from the track commentary:

intro/uranium suite:

- the show started out as a cabaret where the kids sang directly to the audience with their monologue songs but then they connected them all to a plot so that they could take it further

- they initially cut out the uranium suite but then added it back bc it captured the dying town vibe the best

what the world needs:

- ocean had a bunch of different versions of her song, including a “marx gospel” and jazz version

- they listened to a lot of mika and shake it off by taylor swift for what the world needs

noel’s lament:

- noel’s lament was pretty much ready to go off the bat, they cut one verse but that was it

every story’s got a lesson:

- “ocean needs the world to make sense…[these kinds of people] demand order in chaos”

this song is awesome/talia:

- mischa was the most “liquid” character because they kept combining characters into what eventually became him

- “this song is awesome” was supposed to pretty much be only profanity lol, it was originally much sleazier and he was also doing a rap battle against himself in a funhouse mirror to show the two sides of himself

- jacob richmond on talia: “maybe she exists maybe she doesn’t, but it’s what you perceive that’s important”

- brooke maxwell called up the ukranian consulate to ask them how to say i love you in ukranian and recorded it so they could write it phonetically for the lyrics

space age bachelor man:

- the cat planet was based from david bowie’s “cat people” and took inspiration from queen and flash gordon for the music

- it was initially a 10 min song to imitate prog rock but got a little too self-indulgent and you kind of forgot your place in the show so they actually initially completely cut it for a show but then put it back in

- ricky’s the most comfortable in his skin out of the kids

the ballad of jane doe:

- it’s sadder for jane to be completely forgotten because they’re all dead but she’s the one that doesn’t even get remembered or known as an identity

- brooke called her “the queen of the carnival” and said they weren’t originally sure if she was actually on the rollercoaster with the kids or the sort of spirit of the carnival or had died hundreds of years ago and then left it ambiguous—“don’t explain the matrix”

jawbreaker/sugar cloud:

- constance’s monologue was the first thing jacob richmond wrote and it was the opening monologue for the cabaret show

- there was a teddy bear surfing in the middle of the song at one point ?? they described it as an “elvis beach party”

- the recorder solo was kept throughout the entire evolution of the song

- it was being debated about whether or not they should keep it bc ppl were really divided but brooke especially likes the arrangement on the album

- they wanted to find a way to explore a senseless tragedy and loss and not make it feel so heavy because you don’t always need something to make you feel worse and be a bummer, they wanted to energize the audience

- the carnival played into the different genres of music throughout the show bc you can hear so many different genres just walking through the fairground

- they recorded this at the beginning of the pandemic so they all were recording from different studios

- the cast recording features local vocals for the ensemble/background vocals including on be safe be good and a world inside

it’s not a game/it’s a ride:

- the “sailing through space” section of it’s not a game had to be rearranged for the cast recording because it was supposed to be tentative and a capella and they gave the actors a backing track so it sounded too perfect at first

- that section is also inspired by super tramp, they brought it up multiple times

- this was another song that had a ton of versions and the it’s just a ride section was partially based on sgt pepper’s and OKGO’s this too shall pass music video

bonus tracks:

- be safe be good was in the seattle version of the show and it was placed during the penny lamb sequence but they took it out because it took away from the impact of the visuals

- it also was more of a subdued version where the kids were bummed that they didn’t get to go rather than being happy for penny so that was another reason for cutting it

- the rachel in question is director (?) rachel rockwell and she really loved this song so they put that in there for her

- brooke recorded these two himself bc making an album was very expensive and they didn’t have the budget for the whole cast so he just sang them himself and had the local vocals for background

- a world inside was going to replace sugar cloud so there are some similar motifs

- sugar cloud is more uplifting but also more abstract and this one was trying to get more into constance’s head on a less metaphorical level

- this was also being written during rehearsal and they were under the most pressure for this one, it was also the one that had the most outlines and restrictions

- it was in the show for two days and then they realized it didn’t fit with the vibe of the show so they had to scrap it

- the show in canada ended with karnak’s theme but there wasn’t really an end to the song and it wasn’t a satisfying conclusion

- they originally didn’t have jane or any of the kids coming back to life either they basically did their thing and left

#ride the cyclone #rtc #i don’t know all the references to be perfectly honest so if it’s a bit stilted. that’s why

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bluebird167 · 3 years ago

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Fairy Tail 20’s AU

Not my idea but my friend’s and I’m helping her get publicity if you will. It’s an AU fic she’s hoping to write in the near future. It takes place in a place influenced by Louisiana around the 1920's and it's inspired by books, musicals, and movies such as Moulin Rouge, The Godfather, The Great Gatsby, Ragtime, Les Miserables, and Phantom of the Opera. She says that it will be extremely mature and have some elements that might be disturbing to some readers. Elements include: violence, drugs, murder, blood, gore, prostitution, rape/attempted rape, sexual content (of a PG-13 rating) physiological damage, racial hate on both sides, physical abuse, trauma. Be warned.

But on a lighter note this will also be a jukebox musical fic. She’s still trying to find songs that will suit the story and would like suggestions. Anyone have any?

Summary

Magnolia is one of the biggest cities in the world and one of the most exciting and corrupted. One full of parties, gambling, mobs, music, vigilantism, and Fairy Tail. The most popular cabaret in Magnolia run by Gildarts Clive, a business man who keeps his customers coming with three of his best girls who find themselves tangled up in crime, greed, and love.

Characters

The Cabaret

Lucy Heartfilia - Known as the Diamond Star, she's a charming yet high-spirited and fickle debutante born into a wealthy family where she's neglected by her father and abused by her stepmother. She's the cabaret's best dancer who carries herself with a seductive sophistication that many men find attractive. Her goal is to hopefully win the heart of a rich bachelor who can take her away from her family.

Erza Scarlet - Known as the Fairy Queen, Fairy Tail's shrewd, hard-headed, star courtesan who possesses a heart of gold. After she and her younger sister Wendy were abandoned by their mother she made it her life goal to take care of Wendy and do whatever it took to provide for her. Men see her as a goddess with a sinful body while women see her as shameless trash but in actuality she's just a working girl who wants to provide a home for her sister.

Juvia Lockser - Known as the Rain Angel, a very shy, kind, and demure young lady. The child of Irish immigrants who was raised in Harlem after yellow fever killed her parents. She has the voice of an angel and is the cabaret's best singer but she also happens to be the only virgin performer which makes her worth a lot to many male customers. However she's a romantic at heart and dreams of one day finding true love.

Gildarts Clive - The wild and perverse owner of Fairy Tail, he goes out of his way to make sure that his business is booming and that the dough keeps coming in. However unlike most men in his line of work he sincerely cares about his girls and will not tolerate them being mistreated by anyone even customers.

Wendy Marvell - Erza's younger sister who she's looked after and cared for like a parent. She doesn't like Erza selling herself for the two of them to get by so she secretly works as a house keeper in order save up enough money for which Erza can finally quit.

Cana Alberona - Gildart's daughter who works as a waitress in the cabaret. She's annoyed by her father's business but nevertheless she loves him very much and tries to help him the best way she can. She's also one hell of a booze hound and will sometimes challenge customers to a drinking challenge.

The Mafia

Natsu Dragneel - A smooth, witty, and blunt Italian-American who has been raised by his uncle to be apart of the family mob business. Under the belief that the Heartfilia family orchestrated the murder of his father he seeks revenge by working with his uncle to kill them and steal their fortune. Natsu intends to accomplish this by romancing Lucy and using her for information but what if he develops real feelings toward her?

Mard Geer - Natsu's uncle and the mob boss of their family. He is cruel, greedy, and manipulative with a strong hatred toward the rich and high class. His goal is to wipe them out entirely and then takeover the city by any means necessary. Nothing will stand in his way. Not even his own family.

Laxus Dreyar - Natsu's cousin and Mard's other nephew, he desperately wants to succeed his uncle as the next mob boss but Mard has him under the belief that he is going to pick Natsu to be his heir. This makes him start to resent and envy his cousin.

Makarov Dreyar - Natsu and Laxus's grandfather who was originally the most well known and deadly mafia boss in Magnolia. However after a job gone wrong resulted in his wife getting killed he gave up that life and decided to do honest work. He loves his grandsons deeply and tries so hard to steer them away from their corrupt family business.

In Harlem

Gray Fullbuster - A cold, bitter, and vengeful young man. Born of Creole descent, as a child he witnessed his parents brutally killed by a bigoted mob and later watched his aunt die the same way. When the police failed to deliver justice he resorted to becoming a secret vigilante called the Ice Devil who murders in cold blood while hiding behind the mask of a well respected gentleman. He has lost sight of all good in humanity, that is until a certain angelic singer catches his eye.

Gajeel Redfox - A tough, streetwise, aspiring jazz musician who dreams of becoming one of the most famous in Magnolia. Unfortunately his ambition cost him his seemingly only chance at love and he ended up living alone until he took in the orphaned Juvia who he not only raised but taught how to use her musical gift.

Mirajane Strauss - Erza's bubbly, cheerful, but by no means air headed childhood friend who works as a seamstress. She often tries to help Erza with her money problems and will even lend a hand in taking care of Wendy as she herself has younger siblings.

From Up North

Levy Mcgarden - Originally from Magnolia but moved North to pursue her dream of becoming a writer. She's very ambitious, patient, and intellectual. She goes back to Magnolia in order to get a story on the mafia and vigilantism taking place there but her investigation soon leads her to reuniting with an old flame.

Jellal Fernandes - Levy's well read, reasonable, yet socially awkward partner who travels with her to Magnolia to get a good story. When Wendy ends up working as his housekeeper, he learns of her and her sister's predicament which causes him to become accidentally involved with a certain red haired courtesan.

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fitz-higgins · 3 years ago

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Hello, dear readers!

I am Monty Fitzgerald, and I’m very glad to meet you, wherever you are. I should tell you about myself, but where to begin?.. Well, I live in New York, and love this city with all my heart. Until recently, I was a lawyer, but only because my father and grandfather were lawyers as well. I preferred parties and travelling much more. I travelled to Europe in 1912 and came back to America on board the Titanic. By some miracle, I survived the disaster, but lost several friends. Then another miracle happened: on board the Carpathia, the ship that rescued the survivors, I met Henry Higgins. The most wonderful, kind and clever man I’ve ever met, though he is too modest to admit it. Thankfully, he can’t change what I’ve written here (we agreed). A true romantic, he is my best companion, friend, mentor – and also my spouse. I can’t call him my husband officially, of course, but it doesn’t matter. He is my husband in every other sense.

We live on West 20th Street in a nice little house we bought together. The day we moved in we met ‘Enery, our dear cat. He is a very charming and sophisticated gentleman who loves Strauss and lobsters. And I based the character of my column on him.

Oh, I didn’t tell you that I quit my job as a lawyer as soon as I came back to New York. And then, inspired by Henry (he inspires me to do a great deal of things), I became a journalist. I write about society gatherings, but I also have my own column in the New York Herald about ‘Enery, the sophisticated cat. I hope to share here some of the pieces I’ve written. But perhaps you’ve read them – I was told they are rather popular. They’re published under my pen name, Monteen Fitzgerald. This is also the name I use to perform in cabarets or bars sometimes for I have a penchant for performing. This I, too, discovered after meeting Henry.

Henry is a linguistics professor at Columbia University, and I’ve never seen anyone who’d know just as much about accents as Henry. He wrote a book, “The Accents and Dialects of the British Isles”, and is working on another one. I helped him a bit in his research when we travelled across America in the summer of 1912. It was an amazing journey. I’ll tell you about it, too. I think now I know quite enough about accents myself now, though not as much as Henry, of course.

Obviously, he is very good with words (among other things), and I’ve gotten quite a few nicknames from him. Here are some of my favourite ones: cheeky little lawyer (he is taller than me), fairy king (I call him that as well, but he also calls me a queen sometimes) and incorrigible minx. But there are others, and many of them include either “cheeky” or “sly”. Very telling, don’t you think?

There is so much else I would love to tell you, but I’m sure I can do it later and better. We both love photography and take our trusty camera wherever we go. We have our special places, like Fitz-Higgins forest near New York with the most magical lake. We travel a lot, collect postcards, records and flowers, read poetry and play the piano together and just love each other very, very much. You’ll see it all soon.

I always find it a daunting task to talk about myself, for what is there to say apart from the fact that I am Henry Higgins, a bachelor, an Englishman, and a professor specialising in accents and dialects?

Well, three out of those four I’ve told you are true. I was a 40-year-old bachelor and to the outside world, I still am. And for years, I believed I would be forever. That is until I happened to be a passenger aboard the Carpathia this April, travelling to Fiume where I had planned to meet my mother. We had barely sailed out of New York when we were roused in the middle of the night by the news that a ship – the Titanic – had sent out a distress call...

But I try not to dwell on the events of that night for it brings back anxious memories for Monty. The sole happy outcome of such tragedy was that we found each other: friends, partners, and soulmates – yes, I am an incorrigible romantic – to the last.

I believe Monty has described the life and little nest we have built up for ourselves in New York... and I can’t even begin to describe the bliss of it. Monty says I have a way with words, but then I gently remind him that he is the journalist and not I! Occasionally I feel guilty that Monty has found himself saddled with a considerably older partner (there are at least twelve years between us) but in true Fitzgerald fashion, he sees none of this and loves me just the same, or perhaps sometimes a little more. I really don’t deserve him, truly.

What else can I say about myself? Well, I’m a fellow of simple tastes, though I cannot turn down the invitation to look at the newest gramophones and phonographs which I use in my work. Has Monty told you about our cat, ’Enery? Monty says ’Enery takes after me, in addition to my name. I suppose he’s right to an extent though naturally, physically and thankfully there is no resemblance. Our cat is always so enthralled when we turn the gramophone on, especially when playing a Strauss record.

Every day brings something new in our relationship and the journey we’ll be travelling upon will be as new and often unexpected to you as it is to us. Though a professor I may be, I am still learning and there is no companion in the world that I want more on this road than my dear cheeky little (former) lawyer.

[Portraits by @vairiart]

#gay history #queer history #mlm #monty and henry #blog: arts

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mymelodyheart · 4 years ago

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Forget Me Not Chapter 28 ~Stags and Hens~

Claire looked in the mirror. No freaking way!

Geillis had lent her a dress that emphasised her burgeoning curves when she would have preferred something loose. Turning sideways, she glanced once more at her reflection. Although she had gained weight and had a slight tummy, she didn't look pregnant at all. Curvy, yes. She turned around to check out her behind and admired the snug fit over the swell of her arse. Even her breasts had filled out, and the dress fitted her front in all the right places.

Before her pregnancy, she had always been thin and lanky, and her height had only accentuated her leanness. And now, much to her pleasant surprise, her curves filled the dress quite nicely.

Her hands absentmindedly smoothed the dress down and bit her lip. What will Jamie think? Is the dress too daring?

She let out a big sigh and thought about changing, but she realised Geillis wouldn't allow it. She would probably march her right back into her bedroom and wait until she chose another outfit. Might as well embrace the look, she thought. After all, this was her hen night.

The printed black minidress barely skimmed the top of her knees, and the black suede knee-high boots boasted chunky heels making her even taller. The scooped neckline exposed an ample amount of cleavage, revealing plenty of creamy white skin. Completing the look, she donned on a leather jacket to give the whole outfit a less formal appearance.

She squinted at her face. Mascara darkened her lashes, the blush highlighted her cheekbones and the red lipstick brought out the paleness of her skin and the honey gold of her eyes. Usually tied up in a bun, she left her curls loose. Not bad, Beauchamp!

Claire was determined to enjoy her bachelorette night and put the incident with Geneva behind her. The episode of that fateful night had definitely scarred her for life. But not quite as much as what Isobel had to endure. Earlier, she had paid her a visit at the hospital. Horrified at the damage that was inflicted on her skin, Claire had almost cancelled her wedding to Jamie. However, she made a promise to Isobel.

"Don't let my sister win, Claire. If you cancel your wedding because of what happened to me, then you're helping Geneva achieve her goal by disrupting your life. She may be locked up in jail, but she can still hold power over you if you allow it. Go ahead with the wedding and don't allow what I tried to stop from happening to be in vain. Promise me, Claire."

And so Claire promised. If Isobel was brave enough to face what was coming ahead of her, then she too will dig deep and find that courage.

Loud voices caught her attention and brought her back to the present. Taking a deep breath, Claire grabbed her clutch and came out of her bedroom. Three pair of eyes settled on her as soon as she walked into the living space.

Geillis let out a high-pitched squeal and clapped. "Oh, Claire, that dress is perfect! Ye have some killer curves on ye. I knew it would suit ye. What do ye think, lads?"

Feeling conscious, Claire tugged the edge of her jacket. "Thank you. The material feels lovely, and I wasn't so sure if I could pull it off."

"Ach, ye dinna ken how to buy a dress in yer size. Ye always buy a size too big. It's yers now. That dress is more for a leggy person like ye."

Willie smiled and kissed her on the forehead. "Ye look fabulous, Claire. I hope ye girls have fun tonight."

"Thanks, Willie. And you too."

She waited for Jamie's response, but his face remained inscrutable. Holding her breath, she watched him approach and slid his hands underneath her jacket to pull her against him. Careful not to ruin her makeup, he gave a feather-light kiss on her cheek. "Ye look stunning, Sassenach," he whispered, for her ears only. "I feel like saying, zip up this jacket because yer tits are quite an eyeful. Instead, I'm going to be an understanding fiance, suck it up like a good man and wish ye a fun-filled hen party." And then he turned his head towards Geillis. "...and hopefully, not too rowdy. She's pregnant, mind?" he said in a louder voice.

She tried her best to suppress her amusement. Cupping Jamie's face with both hands, he turned his face towards her. "Well, Mr Fraser, I wish you a lovely evening too. I heard the lads in the kitchen arranged ...uhm, let say an interesting stag-do for you. Something that involves ... a dancer?"

Jamie groaned as he ran a hand through his hair. "I have no idea about a dancer, I swear. To be honest, I'd rather skip this part and have a quiet evening with ye ..."

"Oh no, ye don't," Geillis disagreed, seizing Claire's hand before Jamie could give her any ideas. "Ye have a lifetime ahead of ye to spend time together. I'm not lettin' ye take this away from me."

Willie laughed out loud. "Come on, Jamie. We best get going. The cab is waiting for us outside."

A loud beeping echoed down the street.

"That's our ride, princess," Geillis announced, tugging Claire's hand once more.

"Oh by the way, where are ye going?" Jamie called out to their retreating backs.

"None of yer business! This is Claire's evening and nae lads allowed. Ye have yer own evening to worry about. See ye later and don't wait up for us!"

As the girls stepped outside, a white stretched limousine was already in the driveway with a bunch of giggly, happy women waving through the tinted windows. On the other side of the street were two cabs waiting for Jamie and Willie.

A tingle of exhilaration shimmered down Claire's spine. Ignoring the howls and whistles from Jamie's friends in the other vehicles, they climbed into their limo. Scents of mingled perfume, alcohol and feminine excitement floated in the air. Jenny, Louise and three other friends from her college were dressed to impress, and they each had a plastic flute of champagne. Claire wished she could have a drink. Instead, she grabbed a bottle of water Geillis offered to her.

Drinks flowed, and gossips were exchanged as they were driven to their destination. After eating and partying at a Cabaret show, they piled back in the limo and hit a gay strip bar where they danced and partied some more. Although Claire couldn't join in the girls' drinking fest, she had a great time.

Their last stop was their village pub which was walking distance from their house. As they went in, they were quickly ushered to the backroom. The place was bursting to the seams, and the music blared loudly from the speakers. Claire's friends were already half-way drunk, and they were soon joined by more females from the hotel who just got off work to celebrate with them.

Geillis bumped into her, spilling some of her drink. "Are ye ready for the main event? Louise arranged it."

"I know it's a male stripper. I overheard the plan," Claire cringed. "I don't want a naked man pawing me. As my best friend and maid of honour, you need to step up and be my wingman."

"Wing woman ye mean," Geillis hiccuped, as she took a sip of her cocktail. "Mmmm, this is so good and extra fruity. So ye overheard the plan, aye?"

Claire motioned to the chair in the middle of the room. "Well, a pretend cop is supposed to come in and tell us off for being boisterous, and then drags me to that chair so he can writhe all over me. Not my idea of fun!"

"Sounds like a solid plan to me."

Claire glared, but the effect was lost when Geillis slurped her drink. "I need you to take the hit for me. When the stripper comes in, you take my place. Please!"

Another hiccup. "I don't look like ye though," Geillis pointed out.

"It doesn't matter. Everyone's drunk. No one will notice. The girls just want to see a naked body."

"Aye, about that. Ye invited all the female staff from the hotel. Of course, they'll want to see a naked body."

Claire grinned. "Well, they missed out on the fun because they had to work. So I guess the stripper is the next best thing. So, are you going to do it? Take my place?"

"Hell no! In as much as I would love to have a hot body gyrating in front of me, Louise will kill me if I took yer place. This is her gift for ye. I'm not going to be the one to spoil her pressie."

"Damn it! I wish I could drink to numb my brain. Fine! I'll do it, but it doesn't mean I have to enjoy it."

Geillis pressed a noisy kiss on her cheek. "Dinna fash, lass. It will be a bloody laugh. Oh, here, ye'll need a lot of these." Her friend stuffed a handful of pound notes into her fist.

"Yay, me. I finally get to stick money in a bloke's G-string. I can tick off an item from my bucket list," she muttered sarcastically.

Geillis gave her a sympathetic look. "This one is for ye. Have a drink," she said, handing her cocktail from a nearby bar table. "I ordered it. It's a Virgin Colada. I promised Jamie no alcohol will touch yer lips, but this is yummy."

Claire smiled and softened up as she took a sip from her non-alcoholic beverage. "Sorry for sounding ungrateful and being a grump about the stripper. You girls have pulled off a fabulous party for me, and I appreciate it."

Geillis quickly hugged her before raising her glass. "Ach, it's nae bother. What are friends for. Here's to friendship!"

"Friends forever!"

Their glasses clinked and tipped over, and a third of their drinks spilt on the floor. They looked at each other and burst into giggles before they heard a loud shriek coming from Louise.

"What!?! What do you mean the stripper isn't coming?"

..........

Jamie, Willie and their friends entered their local village pub. They have been bar-hopping in the neighbouring towns all evening, drinking, and playing pool and darts. Since they all lived nearby, they had decided to stop by for one last drink before heading home. The place was packed and loud as expected of a Bank Holiday weekend.

Although he had wanted a more subdued bachelor's party, it felt great to hang out with his brother and closest male acquaintances. The only time their party became rowdy was when Jamie was presented with a lap dancer at one of the bars. With phone cameras readily accessible and thinking of how it would look like in the social media, he waivered his right as the man of the hour to his friend, Rupert, who was only too happy to oblige. The last thing he needed was a picture of him in an uncompromising situation.

At the bar, Willie ordered a round of pints and shots for the stag party. Jamie was about to reach for his drink when screams ran through the pub, making everyone crane their necks to look at the commotion. The backroom, usually used for private parties, was lively. Music blared, and he caught a swarm of short skirts, swishing hair and loud revelry.

"Bloody hen party. They're all from yer hotel," the bartender explained as if reading his thoughts. "One of the lasses ordered a male stripper, but I just got a phone call from the lad saying he cannae make it. He came down with the flu or something. I just told one of them, and she wasn't too pleased. When they all hear about it, I'm dead meat. It's all paid for."

A grin tugged at Willie's lips as he looked at Jamie. "Ach, our hens are in there. I remember Geillis saying something about Louise ordering a stripper. Do ye think Claire will be disappointed?"

Before he could reply, a resounding slap hit him on the back. "Weel, Jamie lad, perhaps she'll be disappointed or maybe not. How about giving those lasses something to remember, aye?" Murtagh sallied. "Do a striptease for yer bride. It'll be a story worth telling yer future grandchildren one day."

"If ye're not up for it, I wouldn't mind doing it," Rupert interrupted, joining in the banter and shaking his hips.

Something wicked lit up in him. Inebriated and feeling bold, he playfully shoved his mate on the shoulder. "Aye, that'll be right! No fucking way are ye going anywhere near my Claire. I'm doing it."

Everyone in their party hooted and chanted his name.

"Get in there lad and claim yer bride!"

"Aw, c'mon, Fraser. In a couple of days, she's all yers. I just want to show the lass what she'll be missing once ye're both hitched," Rupert whined, feigning disappointment.

Jamie drained his beer and signalled for another round. "I got this pal. Go get yersel' yer own bride," he grinned, shrugging off his jacket.

"Hey, I have the lad's costume here at the back if ye're doing it. He's about yer size so ye'll have no trouble fitting in it. There's also a wig and a pair of aviator's glasses," the bartender offered, pointing his thumb over his shoulder.

Jamie nodded and made his way to the room behind the bar. It didn't take long before he was kitted into a snug-fitting, fake police uniform. Glancing at the small mirror, he was thrilled at how the black wig, cap and the aviator's glasses concealed his identity nicely. It was a good thing he had shaved off his beard as it would have ruined his disguise. Satisfied, he went back to his friends and was greeted with howls of laughter and cheers. After drinking a couple of shots of whisky, the stag party, led by Jamie, made their way to the back room.

Jamie reached the door, and a petite brunette stumbled out on teetering heels and ran into his chest. He caught her on time. She was one of the staff from the restaurant in their hotel. Her blue eyes sparkled and widened at the sight of him, but there was no trace of recognition. "Ladies!" she screeched as a round of giggles floated past. "Get the music ready!"

Someone grabbed his hand and led him into the room.

He frowned, alcohol dulling his brain for a moment. Then he remembered why he was there. He looked around and found himself in a snake pit. His brother and friends had disappeared into the dark corners, and he was surrounded by women.

There were lots and lots of women, and most of them he knew, but no one recognised him, most probably because of their intoxicated state. They stared at him like he was a feast served on a silver platter. The group started to scream and stamp their heels on the floor.

"He's here!" Louise yelled. "Get ready for an arrest, ladies!"

A lone chair stood in the centre of the circle under the bright light. Suddenly, Joe Cocker's You Can Leave Your Hat On blared through the speakers. Aaah, shite, what have I gotten myself into?

"Take it off, lad!"

"I'm breaking the law, darling, come on over here!"

Louise giggled and crooked her finger. "I've been awfully bad, officer. And I'm concealing a deadly weapon. Come frisk me!" He nearly ran out of the room when she began to jiggle her breasts at him.

He was drunk, and the women were even more so. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Jamie was about to turn around and end the charade when Geillis shook her head in annoyance and yanked his arm. She seemed irritated by his inaction. Obviously, she too was too drunk to recognise him.

"Listen, pal. My mates and I paid good money for ye," she whispered venomously. "Ye look good enough to eat but don't just stand there. Give us a show. We won't bite."

Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! "Listen, this is a mistake," Jamie started.

Geillis rolled her eyes. "Ach, for crying out loud. Just take yer shirt off, dance a bit and arrest someone. I promise I'll tip ye extra. Oh, curly tops Claire is the bride, she is hiding over there." She pointed her finger at her friend, squashed between two other girls with a scared look at her face. Aah, Sassenach!

"She doesn't look interested," he said. "Maybe getting her a stripper wasn't such a bright idea, huh?"

Geillis glowered at him. "For fuck sake, I'm sorry if ye're suddenly shy and want to retreat, but ye're here now. Just take some clothes off, shimmy yer hips and make the lassies happy. Deal?" He was about to open his mouth to tell her there won't be any clothes taken off, but she clapped her hands. "Alright, ladies, our hot copper is ready. Claire, get yer arse on the chair."

The group screamed and whistled and stamped their feet. Pound notes waved madly in the air. Women danced provocatively to the beat, waiting for him to start stripping.

He turned his attention to Claire and watched her walk to the centre. She weaved her way through screaming women, and instead of sitting on the chair, she positioned herself right in front of him. He wondered if she would see through his disguise since she was the only sober person in the room.

Without the leather jacket, her dress clung to her curves like a second skin, and her front showed far too much cleavage. As enticing as she looked, Jamie was glad the stripper didn't come and that his friends were in the far end of the room. With her long legs clad in knee-high boots, her hair all loose, and pouty lips painted red, his future wife looked sexy as hell. She was all tits, legs and curves.

Ignoring the noise and urging of the crowd, he stared helplessly at her, completely intoxicated, besotted and aroused all at the same time.

Her teeth pulled at her lower lip, and she frowned. "Jamie?"

He let out a sigh of relief. "Sssh, the lassies don't know it's me. I was told at the bar the stripper couldn't come, so I took his place. I ken it's a stupid drunken idea..."

A giggle escaped her lips. "Louise hired a cop stripper. I begged Geillis to take my place, but she wouldn't have any of it." Her head tipped up and down to look at him. "I'm glad now she didn't take my place. That uniform looks incredibly hot on you, and I'm afraid you do look like a stripper."

He moved closer. "You think?"

"Yes."

The women roared their frustration, chanting for him to strip.

"What should I do?"

"I can see you brought the stag party with you. Why not give them a show," Claire replied, looking over his shoulder.

Surprised at her bold request, he grinned. "Be careful what you wish for, Sassenach," he warned in a low voice.

Claire took a step forward to nip at his earlobe, her breath rushing in his ear. "So I've been told often enough." Pulling away, she arched an eyebrow and smiled at him. "Well? Are you putting on a show for the bride-to-be? Or are you chickening out?"

He didn't know if it was the alcohol or her teasing that pushed him. Without warning, he tossed her over his shoulder and deposited her right on the chair, making her squeal.

The women screamed in delight and the men at the back wolf-whistled. The music rolled out its slow rhythm, but he refused to dance. Instead, his fingers paused at the top of his shirt, stroking slow. As the screams of the crowd got louder, he flicked the button open, making Claire's eyes widened in shock, her lips forming an O shape.

He repeated the motion with the second button, and pound notes started flying through the air and chants of "take it off" vibrated the room. He took no notice of the frenzy and focused intently only on her.

He watched her gaze follow the motions of his hand, her cheeks flushing profusely and her mouth opening and closing as if wanting to say something, but no words came out. "Do ye want me to continue, Sassenach?"

Even with the deafening noise, she heard him clearly. "Yes," she nodded, looking like she was in a trance.

With slow, deliberate motions, he finished unbuttoning his shirt and slowly parted the material.

The crowd went wild.

The fact Claire's friends didn't recognise him, emboldened him further. He leaned down and braced his hands on both sides of her chair. "They want more," he said. "Do ye want more?"

She stared into his eyes before answering. "Yes."

Reaching over to pull her to her feet, he grabbed her hands and pressed them to his chest. "Do it for me then, Sassenach."

In his periphery, he saw Laoghaire taking photos. What is she doing here? This was a private party. Then he realised she thought he was just a hired stripper.

Refocusing on Claire, he felt her hands stroke his abdomen. Her name was chanted in unison, commanding her to take it all off for him. Her fingers traced the edge of his belt buckle, and then she paused. Their gazes locked. "No." Her voice broke. He caught a glimpse of raw possessiveness in her eyes. "I don't want anyone else to see you."

He muttered a vicious curse. "Good because I've had enough of this. I just want to take ye home."

"What are you waiting for? Take me home then, Jamie."

He quickly refastened the buttons on his shirt as loud boos filled the air. Beyond caring, he gathered Claire in his arms and kissed her thoroughly, and when she twined her arms around his neck and kissed him back, he heard the loud gasps of her friends' shock and whistles from the stag group. And more picture snaps from Laoghaire.

"Claire!" Geillis shouted in disbelief. She tried to stop Laoghaire from taking more photos, thinking her friend was kissing a stranger. But Claire wasn't listening.

"Home it is then. Hang on tight, Sassenach, we'll make this an exit they'll never forget," he said against her lips. When she nodded, he lifted her up, and she held on burrowing her face against his neck.

"Hey, stop! Ye cannae take the bride. Ye're supposed to strip and not haul her like a caveman."

"Too bad. I'm stealing the bride!" Jamie yelled as he fought his way through a crowd of tipsy and bewildered women.

"Stop him!" someone shouted.

He was about to reach for the door when Jenny jumped and blocked their exit. Her cheeks were red and flushed, and her eyes had a determined look. She waved an empty bottle of wine in the air in a threatening manner. "Listen, ye moron. Ye put my sister-in-law down slowly and carefully, and no one will get hurt," she cautioned, in a slurred voice.

"Jenny!" Claire blurted.

"It's alright Claire bear, I got this," Jenny said, swinging her weapon at Jamie. She took a step forward, stopped and blinked. "Huh? Jamie?"

"Aye, it's me," Jamie hissed impatiently. "Can't ye recognise yer own flesh and blood?"

"What the hell!?! It's that bloody wig and those ridiculous glasses! What are ye doing here?"

"Out of the way, we're going," Jamie muttered. He made a move to go past Jenny, but Laoghaire blocked their path and took another picture of them.

"Wait till Jamie sees what ye've been up to," Laoghaire sneered at Claire, waving her phone in one hand.

Jamie was slowly losing patience. He gently put Claire down and confronted the blond girl. "Aye, I ken fine what Claire's been up to," he snapped, wrenching the aviators and plucking the cap and wig from his head and throwing them on the floor. "And ye shouldn't be here. This is a private party, and I don't think ye're invited. Now leave and do something good in yer life for once."

He felt Claire tugging his arm, but he waited until an embarrassed and speechless Laoghaire was led out of the room by one of his friends, not trusting her to turn his back. When she was finally gone, the whole place erupted in cheers and whistles.

"Jesus, Jamie, all these crazy girls coming out of the woodwork. Do you think we'll ever make it to our wedding without another girl popping up to tear us apart?" Claire asked in exasperation.

Annoyance surged, but he quickly tamped it down. It wasn't his fault, and neither was it Claire's. If he had his way, they would have been married weeks ago and skipped all the frippery that entailed the wedding. He closed the distance between them and pulled her against him. "I know, Sassenach and I'm so sorry. Sometimes grief is a price we pay for love. In the end, we're both stronger because of it."

"I know. And I'm sorry too. I don't have doubts about us. I just don't like people getting hurt." She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the lips. "Shall we go? I would like a continuation of that striptease," she teased, trying to lighten the moment.

Her suggestion made his stomach clench. "Now we're talking," he said in a low voice, a half-smirk tugging at his lips.

Willie slapped him on the back. "Get a room both of ye! Go now, before the mob forces ye to stay," he joked, pulling a tipsy Geillis to his side.

"Aye, go and sorry ...but not sorry for forcing ye to strip," Geillis winked. "Now that everyone knows that it's you, they're even more disappointed that the show is over."

Rupert joined in, followed by a waiter with a tray of drinks. "I hope the party is not over. I just ordered drinks for everyone."

Jamie jerked his thumb towards the group of girls. "I warmed them up. They're all yers now. Claire and I are going." He touched Claire's belly and grinned. "Ye lot are too rowdy for the baby. See ye when I see ye."

Without a backward glance, he led Claire out of the pub, and they walked home hand in hand. Once in the house, they had a little party of their own.

#melodyheart #forgetmenot #Claire Beauchamp/Jamie Fraser #outlanderfanfic

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uncivilengineering · 4 years ago

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What Kind of Two Years Has it Been

At the end of an experience, and therefore a blog, I usually write a reflection on the experience. The Master's programme ended six years ago and due to life and procrastination and other excuses, I'm finishing this blog only now. But this delay has its advantages, because I know how the story ends and I can tell you what happened to the characters. So maybe, for the first time, this is truly an epilogue.

The journey to this program started in 2012. I was living in Germany and working as a consultant. I always knew I wanted to work first before continuing with any kind of education, because toward the end of undergrad, I had classes with grad students and the ones who had work experience before going back to school seemed to bring more to the experience from applying what they learned from the real world. As I researched Master's programmes, I focused my search in Europe because I was still paying off the loans for my Bachelor's degree. I Googled another program when the MIND programme turned up in the results. After a process of applying, obtaining references, phone interviews and traveling to Munich from Stuttgart to take the GRE in Germany (really), even though this is Europe, the choice came down to Humboldt University in Berlin, with a scholarship from the DAAD, and the MIND programme, with a scholarship from the European Commission. (Lappeenranta University of Technology in Finland takes a close third because I had a really, really pleasant scholarship interview with a very pleasant young man and sometimes I think about how my life might be different if I went there and studied Innovation Management instead.)

I'm sure there was a long decision process and I'm sure I spent a lot of time thinking about it, like most decisions. This all took place eight years ago and I cannot remember the salient details. But I can imagine that I felt like it was time to leave Germany, even though I love (LOVE) Berlin, and the appeal of having an adventure in two countries (I didn't yet know that Asia was on the table) was great. So I gave notice at the consulting firm, said goodbye to my friends in Stuttgart, (wrapped up my last performances as a roller skating Greek muse in the local military base's production of Xanadu - that's real) and moved to Sweden.

In the two years that ensued, I met the best people, took wild risks, had the best time, made my dreams come true and had the adventure I sought. I lived.

I lived in Sweden for a year and was inspired by their example of how to treat guests in your country. I had a job interview in a sauna in the winter and learned what gender equality in society might actually look like. After an application process, I had the opportunity to spend a semester in Thailand. In Thailand I learned how to get from the university to town (Bangkok) and back again. I hosted a cultural show that lasted for eight (or more?) hours. I felt closer to my mom than I had ever understood before. C pointed out that after the midterm exams, I have sat for exams on three continents. I celebrated my birthday at a German brewery in Bangkok. I saw Angkor Wat after the semester ended. I went to all the Disneylands in the world (at the time...back then, there were only 11 parks). I didn't stay long in Austria, but I was there long enough to experience a Buschenschank and run into visa problems. I also saw Carousel and Cabaret in German, and puzzled as to why it was an hour longer than Cabaret in English, which I saw soon after on Broadway. In Glendale I lived in a conference room turned into an ad hoc intern bullpen for four and a half months writing my thesis. I saw things I had been nearby my entire life but never dreamed of seeing in reality.

Blogs are cheesy and navel-gazey but I am glad I did it. I am glad that this and the Germany Part I blogs exist. Sometimes I will look at an old post because someone asked for a travel recommendation (for example), and I will discover something that I forgot. I didn't remember that I was contacted by Swedish public radio to talk about the 2012 United States election. I forgot I had this conversation at NASA JPL about living in Germany. So what's the moral of this paragraph? If you can't blog, at least journal. You think you will remember the exciting things that happen in your day to day life but the truth is, you won't. I am proof!

What happened to everyone? Some stayed in Europe. Some went home. Some went home in Europe. Some got married. Some had babies. Some moved to Amsterdam. Many stayed in Sweden. When I left C, she wanted to stay in Italy. She has since worked her way up to an awesome job at a major company and had a baby! A has moved and is engaged to be married! I was happy to attend C's wedding in Ankara in 2015. I was happy to attend Z's wedding in Czechia last year, and to see my friends again at both.

What happened to me? I accepted an internship in Florida where I spent about five years (and made a bunch of new friends and had a bunch of good times) before moving back to the country where I left when this all started. To be honest, I never expected to be back. Not in this country. In 2017, I was fortunate to attend my class reunion in Leiden; it was also the celebration of the closing of the program. They invited all alumni back to watch the last class graudate. I met the newest generations of the program and saw a lot of old friends. It was just like old times. I came to the first afternoon of the organized program. I thought we would observe the new kids doing their work. No. We kicked off with a case exercise and divided into groups to discuss and then present our results. Our groups consisted of current students, alumni, professors and mentors. In Europe, we are all equal. It was just like old times.

The rest of the program consisted of lectures, discussions and watching the final presentations of the graduating class. Before I left for this trip, I joked that my master programme was ending because it lost funding (truth) from the European Commission because of Brexit (also true but I didn't realize it until I got there and they confirmed that Brexit was one of the factors that cut funding to the programme). There was a party the final evening. In the way that we do. I remember telling all my friends that it would be a very long time before I will see them again. I couldn't foresee an immediate excuse to get to Europe and hang out with them. The day I returned to work in Florida from the trip, I received an email about joining a project that is based in Germany. If I chose to accept this mission, I would have to move to Germany for a period of time. What.

I learned later that, basically, someone found out that I know German. (I promise that I have other skills.) When I was in high school, if you told me I was going to move to Germany, I would have said that you're crazy. I was just this nerd who went to Space Camp and really liked The West Wing and Saturday Night Live. If you told me I was going to move to Germany twice, I would have said, "Then why did I spend all this time learning Spanish?" (among other questions) I know that's true, because I did ask myself that in the first two months of intensive language school in 2010. But the truth is, Germany made things happen for me. When I talk to young people who (for some reason) ask for my advice, in addition to telling them to "follow your dreams," I also tell them the story of how moving to Germany (the first time) changed my life. (And then I tell them why so they know I'm not exaggerating.)

I couldn't refuse. I'm back in Germany. I'm working on getting better at German.

I should have seen this coming. The fall I moved to Sweden in 2012, I came back to Germany to celebrate Thanksgiving. During my Swedish spring, the squad from Germany came to visit Sweden and I put in my tea and hairspray requests (from dm, of course). After my thesis defense in 2014, my first destination was Nuremberg to see E, then on to Quakenbrück to wait with C who was finishing her defense. I attended S's wedding in Leipzig in 2015. I went to Oktoberfest in Munich in 2016. The point is, I cannot stay away from Germany. This is evident and not a surprise.

So far, I have been fortunate that this opportunity has allowed me to meet up with so many friends. A and M are in Amsterdam and have introduced me to Y and T, who are also in the MIND network. S is back in Oslo from Thailand. A is in London. S has moved from Stuttgart to Berlin. A and P and B and K and E are in New York. I still cite the meal in Haarlem (note that's Haarlem in the Netherlands, not Harlem, but I can see why you might be confused because I just mentioned New York) as the best I've ever had and J told me that the restaurant has received a Michelin star since 2014 when we were there so now it's overpriced and overrated. So funny! At Z's wedding in Czechia last year I was happy to reconnect with A, B and M. Everyone else, I'm coming for you! (And I mean that in the creepy way!)

What's going to happen next? Let's find out! Thank you for reading and joining the adventure.

Good night, have a pleasant tomorrow and see you in the future!

Lauren

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thailandtourism · 5 years ago

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3 Things To Do In Pattaya In 2020 For A Dream-Come-True Vacation

This place is best known for its glittery atmosphere and crazy nightlife. This place is often considered as one of the best known for the bachelors. However, in this article, we have narrowed it down to turn it into a reality and let you know. This place has a lot more done just never-ending parties. Pattaya serves as an ideal destination for all the families and friends. It is considered as one of the best tourist spots that many attractions and surely a delight for many eyes.

The best part is that this place is so lively and people are full of excitement over here. That is the major reason why travelers keep on coming back! Yeah created a list of all the exciting things to do in this place. Read further to know more and get spoiled for choice.

What is the best time to visit?

It has been seen and research from many tourists, that the ideal time to visit this place is starting from November to April. It has a pleasant weather.

Take a look at all the things that one can experience in Pattaya.

• Take An Unusual Tour at Chanthaburi Sapphire Mines

• Experience The Lively Side at Cabaret Shows

• Have Some Fun at SKY Pattaya Rocket Ball Ride

3 Best Things To Do In Pattaya In 2020

1. Chanthaburi Sapphire Mines –This is an ideal time to take an exclusive tour of this mine. There are many private guided tours available so you can book in advance. This place offers a live experience of the cutting in the polishing of many precious stones in its raw form.

2. Cabaret Shows – Experience The Lively Side

If you wish to have an exotic experience, you need to see a cabaret show at Tiffany and Alcazar. It is one of the popular shows in this country! There, you can witness extremely talented ladyboys who are great performers.

It also portrays a perfect combination of music, dance, drama, and all the English songs. The story that it crashed out is the glorious history of China and the cultural heritage of Siam.

3. SKY Pattaya Rocket Ball Ride – Have Some Fun

If you’ve come for a Pattaya honeymoon, You just can’t miss the romanticism in a rocket ball right. Yes, there is added. It seems altogether exciting, no?

This is one of the thrilling and far-fetched adventures that one would experience in a confined vehicle that is made out of steel. It is crazy and an exclusive accommodation that a couple should stay in.

Conclusion

You need to pick from the sightseeing of city tours or the chilling sessions at the Islands or the beaches, the choice is yours! Experiment with an array of choices that this place has two offers. Ultimately, Pattaya leaves no stone unturned so when are you booking your flights?

In a nutshell, there are so many more cool things that one can experience here with their friends, family, loved ones. It is time to indulge in a memorable holiday.

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incapable of faking sincerity...

Because Saturday mornings are perfect for ficlet writing and I wanted to try my hand at writing Stevie... (AO3)

He should probably look away, but it’s quiet and there isn’t much else to do, so staring at his boyfriend across the store as he meticulously checks that every label is facing out on every bottle seems to be the best use of Patrick’s time. David is in a zone, his mind probably elsewhere (thinking of new vendors or what sweater he’s going to wear to dinner) as he doesn’t seem to notice Patrick’s fond gaze.

“You’re gross,” he hears from behind him, startling a bit as he’d completely forgotten that Stevie was there, leaning against the wall behind the register with a bottle of wine she’s most definitely not planning to pay for.

Knowing what she’s referring to, he decides to play dumb, because bantering with Stevie is one of his favorite things.

“Pardon?”

Stevie steps around him to lean her hip on the counter, her head swiveling to David and back to Patrick with exaggerated flair. “You love him so much it makes my teeth hurt.”

“And that’s gross why?” Patrick questions, hiding his smile behind his hand as he leans down and props his chin into his palm.

Her eyes roll to the back of her head and she harrumphs under her breath. “Because....because cavities are bad and going to the dentist is...uh…” Her words trail off...

“You lost the plot a bit, eh?” Patrick chides, raising his eyebrow as she just shrugs and begins to peel at the label on the wine bottle with her short nail.

A companionable silence falls between them and Patrick’s eye search out David again, this time catching his gaze and they share a sweet smile.

“You’re gonna marry him, right?”

Stevie’s voice is quiet, but her words are loud, hitting him square in the chest like a wave hitting a taut sail.

Stammering a bit, he whispers, “Hopefully, yeah, but I’m still figuring out the moment to ask so if you could keep your voice down…”

“Oh come on,” she interrupts, “he’s planning his outfits for the week and isn’t hearing a word we’re saying. So...yeah...good. I just needed to make sure you were making that happen.”

Stevie looks back down at her wine bottle, frowning at the edge of the label she’s ripped off as if it is responsible for its own destruction.

Concerned, Patrick leans a bit closer, nudging her hip with the back of his hand as he asks, “You okay?”

Patrick watches as Stevie straightens, the mask he’s seen her put on during Cabaret rehearsals when she’s uncomfortable sliding into place. He’s thankful that he’s had time with Stevie to get to know her better outside of her friendship with David, as he now feels like he’s her friend, too, in his own right.

“Fine. I’m fine. I just want you two to be happy, that’s all.”

Lie.

Straightening, he decides to take charge of this situation. “Hey David,” he calls across the store, smiling as David seems to shake himself out of his internal world to look up. “We’re gonna go grab some tea from the cafe, want anything?”

“My usual, thanks,” David replies with a flourish of his ringed fingers, a big smile his thank you before he’s back to counting scarves on the rack on the wall.

Patrick walks around the counter, leading a confused and very prickly Stevie by the elbow out the door. She shakes him off as soon as they are outside.

“Did I say I wanted tea? I don’t remember anything about tea.” She holds her now stolen bottle of wine in the air as if to make a point of her drinking preferences.

“Yes, Stevie, you can take that bottle of wine. You are very welcome,” Patrick jokes, hoping to lower her hackles a bit so he can find out what’s really going on.

A small smile cracks through her facade as the wine bottle finds its home in her shoulder bag and she falls into step beside Patrick. Time to prod a little.

“You wanna tell me what that was all about back there?” he asks, voice quiet and reassuring, or at least he hopes it is.

He’s learned over these past few weeks that Stevie can be really closed off, but not all the time. When she’s comfortable, she can be quite direct. Unnervingly so.

She stops when they reach the sidewalk outside of the cafe, her eyes narrowing at him slightly as if she’s trying to make a decision. When her hand wraps around his elbow and she’s dragging him to the side of the building, he guessing that decision has been made. When they’re fully out of sight of passersby, she lets go of him and digs her hands into the flannel at her hips.

“I thought I was in love with him once,” she states, “...got all emo about it and everything. It was embarrassing. But I figured out that it wasn’t love, not that kind anyway, but I do still love him. A lot.”

“I know, Stevie,” Patrick murmurs, his affection for this woman growing ever stronger the more he gets to know her.

Stevie continues as if Patrick hasn’t spoken, as if this is a monologue she’s memorized (which is rather ironic considering she can’t get a single one of her lines right in Cabaret).

“I don’t know what love really means, but I see you and David and it makes me feel hopeful. Not necessarily hopeful for me, really, but hopeful that sometimes fate might be real and maybe that perfect person is really out there.” She stops and gives him a pointed look, waving her hand in his face in a way that reminds him so much of David that he finds his lips curling into a smile as she continues. “And before you get an even bigger head than you already have, I am not calling you perfect. You’re just...perfect for David.”

“He’s perfect for me, too,” Patrick replies, having known this truth since he listened to David’s rambling voicemails back on the first day they met.

“Hi. Yeah, I know that,” Stevie grumbles, “thanks for paying attention. So, I’m gonna need you to put a ring on that asshole over there, despite all the the antiquated and hetero reasons for marriage. Not just because you guys deserve to be happy, but because we’ll be doing karaoke for his bachelor party and I’m getting it filmed this time for blackmail purposes.”

Patrick laughs out loud at that, pulling Stevie in for a hug that she fights for a second or two, her hands then gripping at the back of his shirt as she hugs him back. It’s brief, but meaningful.

As they walk together into the cafe, Patrick leans in to whisper, “You know I’ll be needing a copy of those videos, right”

“Oh, we’ll be playing them at the wedding.”

#patvid #david x patrick #schitts creek #david rose #patrick brewer #stevie budd #schitt's creek #my writing #incapable of faking sincerity #this is just a little thing that popped into my head this morning #so...here you go

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loveforpreserumsteve · 6 years ago

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I Do: Bonus “Rude Boy” Story (Stucky Modern California AU)

Seven:

Receptions had a certain flow to them. Although Bucky and Steve wouldn't have minded spending the whole night gazing affectionately at one another, they knew that there were certain traditions that they wanted to practice.

Cutting the cake was one of those traditions. It felt like they had spent months trying to choose the right cake. What they finally decided on was an artistic ocean themed four tier chocolate and vanilla cake. It truly was a beautiful cake and one that any artist could admire as it drew inspiration from their beach wedding by looking like someone had used a palette knife to add dimension to the abstract waves with different shades of blue to create a remarkable, yet subtle, ocean. Then, edible seashells had been strategically placed circling the cake as though they were being swept up in a current.

"It's almost too pretty to cut," Bucky softly told Steve.

With a smile, Steve rolled his eyes and gestured for Bucky to hold the knife with him as they cut into the bottom chocolate layer of the cake. Their guests watched and Carol documented the moment, just like she had been doing all evening.

Each delicately holding a bite-size piece of the cake, they went to feed each other when they both seemed to have the same idea and playfully shoved the pieces into each other's faces. Smearing cake and icing on one another's faces, while laughing uncontrollably, Steve pulled Bucky close to give him a messy, sugary kiss.

Steve was sure that feeling Bucky laughing against his lips was the best feeling in the world.

After the couple was cleaned up and the cake was distributed among their loved ones, there was another tradition for the couple to take care of. The DJ announced, "Can we please have everyone clear the dance floor for a moment as the couple has their first dance as husbands!"

Lacing their fingers together, Steve and Bucky headed out to the middle of the dance floor. Facing each other, Steve intimately set his hand on Bucky's lower back while Bucky slid his hand up to the back of Steve's neck to tangle his fingers in Steve's tousled blond hair.

Since that first night in Bucky's kitchen, they had danced many times together. Whether it was barefoot in the kitchen at two in the morning. Or at a club after a Kismet Cabaret show. Or naked in their bedroom. They couldn't get enough of swaying to the music, no matter the beat.

Not for the first time, Steve couldn't be bothered with thinking of everyone in attendance. Bucky had been and always would be his only concern. The only one who mattered in a room filled with people.

Holding one another close, Steve rested his forehead against Bucky's as they swayed to the music. Nothing fancy, just allowing the song to move them. When the chorus came, Steve sang the lyrics to Bucky, "Seems so fitting for, Happily ever after, How could I ask for more? A lifetime of laughter, At the expense of the death of a bachelor."

Grinning so wide that it crinkled up to his eyes, Bucky leaned in to Steve and gave him a giggly kiss.

As the songs changed and their guests joined them on the dance floor, Bucky and Steve couldn't be bothered. They just kept holding onto each other. Neither had ever thought that this day would come for themselves, and they refused to be separated.

Eventually, the pair started moving to the faster tempos of the love songs that the DJ played. They also included their friends and families. Both sets of parents. Bucky's younger sisters and nephew. Along with Tony, Pepper, and Morgan. Sharon and Sam theatrically danced alongside the newlyweds with Sharon bumping her hip against Steve's. Natasha had even managed to drag Bruce out to the dance floor. Of course, that was probably because Wanda and her beau were also out there.

A very pregnant Laura even made her way over to the group with a very cautious Clint.

It was absolutely perfect. However, Steve was ready to have Bucky all to himself. During a poppy, upbeat song, Steve pulled Bucky into him. Being that close, Bucky could feel Steve's cock hardening and instantly became aroused.

Arching his brows, Steve comically gestured towards the hotel. Bucky thought for a moment before trying to decline the appealing offer, "We can't…"

"We can," Steve reassured and leaned in to press a heated, seductive kiss to Bucky's neck.

"Are you trying to give me a boner?" Bucky quietly chuckled into Steve's ear.

"That's all I ever want to do," Steve teased, scraping his teeth erotically along Bucky's earlobe.

Bucky bit his own lower lip and buried his face in Steve's neck, so no one could see his blush. Although Bucky hadn't truly been against the idea of heading up to the honeymoon suite, he still caved and said, "We have to say goodbye first."

"Of course," Steve readily agreed. Taking Bucky's hand, Steve cut through their guests towards the DJ. Once they were there, the DJ looked expectantly at the couple and Steve explained, "We're gonna leave."

The DJ seemed surprised, but he handed Steve a microphone regardless, who then handed the microphone to Bucky. Stopping the song, the guests turned to see why the music stopped. When they spotted Steve and Bucky, they curiously watched.

"We just wanted to thank you all for coming and sharing this day with us," Bucky started. Still holding Steve's hand in his, he continued, "It means so much to us that you love us enough to support us every day, but especially today. So, thank you, again, but we're going to leave."

Steve could see some of their loved ones looked shocked and positively scandalized, but he gave absolutely zero fucks. All he wanted to do was get Bucky alone.

"You're free to party until they kick you out, as far as we're concerned," Bucky teased. With an endearing grin, Bucky declared, "We love you all so much. Again, thank you!"

Bucky barely handed the microphone back to the DJ before Steve started rushing towards the hotel with Bucky in tow. Both men waving at their loved ones as they passed, but not daring to stop and spend even a second longer there. Only the sound of their friends and family loudly cheering and teasing matched the newlyweds' laughter.

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