#brady: wanting to be close to annie

[wexhappyxfew]

more of brady rubbing annie’s back beneath her shirt please 😫🙏 it does things to me

ANON OMGGGGGG -- this was in between two different things in the inbox and i just saw it today and - MAJOR APOLOGIES. i think this is from a month ago omg!!! BUT -- i absolutely *can* say that we will be getting more of this in a future prompt hehe!!! :D can't help but love their little moments together - especially with brady rubbing annie's back underneath her shirt :') he just loves being close to her and it makes me SOB.

i think the thing with them is that it is just. SO. THEM. more than anything - just to have those moments with each other and it just makes me misty-eyed truly :) definitely look out for some moments like this in the future and in some future prompts!!! absolutely will be a staple for the two of them <3

[welldonebeca]

The Sorority Ceremony (IV)

WC: 1.1k words Warnings: Stanford times. Fluff. Praise kink. Degrading kink. Exhibitionism. Vaginal fingering. Clit slapping. Overstimulation.

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Sam watched as Jess moved to Antoinette's side, offering her a water bottle, and just continued to gently caress her thighs, still temptingly spread in front of him.

"Do you need anything?" Jess asked.

Annie shook her head.

"Sam's good," she affirmed. "He is treating me well."

His friend looked from her new sister and then to him, and her lips curled in a smirk.

"You haven't seen half of it," she affirmed, giggling.

He chuckled.

"I'm saving those for later," he ran his fingernails over her skin gently. "It is way better when she is desperate, Jess, you know that."

"Do it!" Brady called behind them. "Everyone, shouldn't he do the slaps?!"

And then, the whole room started chanting.

"Do the slaps! Do the slaps!"

Dammit. Were his moves already so well known that everyone already expected things to go like this?

Antoinette looked at Jess and then at Sam.

"What slaps?" she asked. "What are they talking about?

She sat up a little straighter and looked at his face, confused.

"It doesn't sound pleasurable," she whispered.

Sam straightened up his back.

Well, now that was a challenge.

Jess stepped away from them, leaving the two alone, and he stood up, standing tall before Annie and taking a hand to her chest, playing with her nipples again.

"Don't you trust me, pretty girl?" he asked, circling one of the pointy peaks in his fingers. "Don't you know that I would never do anything you didn't like?"

Annie arched her back to meet his fingers, mewling needily.

"Sam," she whimpered.

He raised his eyebrows.

"I trust you," she affirmed. "I just don't know what you are going to do."

Sam just grinned, pinching both her nipples, and looked down at himself, analysing the situation.

"I'm gonna go to your side," he explained, approaching her and rubbing his covered cock over her pussy, focusing on her clit and smiling when her eyes drifted closed and her lips parted. "And I'm going to spank your pretty pussy with my hand."

Antoinette moaned, arching her hips.

"I'll slap your pretty folds and, especially, your pretty clit," he declared. "It is so swollen, so red, Annie. I bet it is so sensitive."

She moaned.

"It is," she told him. "It's so sensitive, Sam, it feels so good when you touch it."

He licked his lips.

"Even when I grind against you with my jeans, baby?" he teased. "You rode my thigh before so needily, it was such a pretty image."

Antoinette moaned more.

"When you do anything," she arched her hips.

"Then you know that I'll only give you pleasure," Sam affirmed. "I know what I'm doing."

She nodded, and he stepped back, moving to her side and kissing her cheek.

"So I'm gonna spread you a little more," he told her, moving his hand to spread her legs wider. "And give everything a view of your perfect swollen clit and perfect wet pussy."

Sam moved his hand to her cunt and rubbed her up and down a little, looking at the group of people watching them before taking his hand away, seeing anticipation in their eyes as he did and smirking.

"And I'll make you cum by slapping your slutty wet cunt," he whispered into her ear. "And you will thank me for that."

Before Annie could even look at him, Sam slapped her pussy, and smirked when she jumped in response.

"Sam!" she gasped.

He slapped her again, over and over and over, and held her down tightly.

"Before the end of the night," he kissed her temple. "That is all you are going to know how to say. You'll be so cum drunk, you'll be so needy, that your smart little brain is going to leak out through your pussy, pretty girl."

Antoinette arched her hips to his hands.

"Isn't that what you want, pretty girl?" he nosed her ear. "To cum over and over and over again in front of the whole fraternity, to just be my little dumb slut who lives for pleasure.”

She cried softly, tossing her head back.

"Tell me, baby," he nosed her cheek. "Do you like it? Uh?"

He held his hand up in the air, waiting for her answer.

"Sam," she whined. "Please."

"Say it," he bit her earlobe. "Say it and I'll do it."

She whimpered.

"I like it," she cried. "I like it how you slap my pussy, Sam, please do it again."

He chuckled and took a distance, slapping her again.

"Say it again," Sam commanded.

Annie's moans became a long whine.

"Please, Sam," begged. "Please, please, Sam."

His hand was already wet from how she was dripping.

Gosh, it would be so easy to slip his cock into her pussy and fuck her in front of everyone, and fucking claim her.

Instead, he just slapped her again, like he had promised he would do, once more and rhythmically, merciless.

"Do you know how wet you are?" he teased her. "I got to see your cunt dripping to the fucking floor, so damn wet."

Antoinette tossed her head back. "It gets you off so much, to be spread and slapped into oblivion in front of all of those people... I bet I could just push my cock into you and I would get no resistance. I would slide right into you, and you would be so wet and so willing to take me... you don't even care how many people are watching us."

She cried out more, arching herself to him touches, voice evolving onto a continuos crying sound of pleasure.

"Please," Antoinette pleaded. "Please, Sam, Please."

He kissed her neck.

"What do you need?" he licked her skin.

"More," Annie begged. "Please, please... more."

He kissed her skin.

The poor thing, she could barely speak.

So he quickened his pace, slapping her faster and harder, and held her waist when she started convulsing under him.

"Good little slut," he hummed, not stopping.  "It's the third. We got an T, everyone."

Antoinette whined in response.

"Sam," she cried out, squirming. "Oh my God."

"Cum again, princess," he kissed her cheek. "Go on."

She tossed her head back, Sam simply pressed a kiss to her cheek.

"I won't stop if you don't cum again, baby," he affirmed.

Her moans grew again, and he smiled when she screamed his name, earning soft moans from the group, which was appreciating every single second of it.

"Number four," he cooed loudly. "Such a good slut."

Annie whined more, desperate and breathless.

"Sam..."

"One more, princess," he cooed into her ear. "You want to give the guys a good show, don't you?"

She cried out again, calling his name loudly, and Sam suddenly felt her gushing against his hand - not dramatically, but certainly significantly.

Fucking hell, she had just squirted on him.

Without a toy, without a single finger in her pussy.

"Fuck, pretty girl," he pulled his hand away, grunting and breathing heavily, and shoved all of his fingers into his mouth, eager to lick his skin clean.

She tasted so fucking good.

"Five down!" Brady called out, cocky. "Five to go."

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[agirlwithbigdreamsforher]

JACOB THE BRAVE

THE NANNY: ONE SHOT

JACOB THE BRAVE

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC) x Jacob Barber.

Summary: It’s Halloween and Jake is on a mission to save his dad and Annie from the monster in their room.

Warnings: none really. A bit of language and that’s it.

A/N:  This is set on Halloween the same year after the original story ended. Jake is four in this.

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“Jake, time for bed.” Andy said.

“But, daddy…” Jake was sucking on a lollipop his vampire make up was already fading.

“No, no buts, it is 10 already you should’ve been sleeping by now.”

“Andy, it’s Halloween, let him stay awake a bit more.” Andy shot a dead glare at Annie, “or not. Come on, baby. I’ll help you wash your face.”

They had had a small Halloween party at their house. Everyone worn a costume, Jake wanted to be a “scary” vampire, trust me he looked so adorable he wasn’t scary at all. Annie went for a cheerleader outfit, I know, very last minute costume, but she didn’t have time to put more effort in it, and Andy was dressed as Tom Brady. A very pleasant surprise for Annie since Andy was showing off his biceps.

Annie and Jake went to the bathroom to remove the make up off his face before going to bed. Jake brushed his teeth, put on his pajamas, and laid down.

“Good night, baby.” She kissed her forehead, “I’ll put your candy in the pantry, ok?” The little boy nodded, “One more kiss.” She kissed him more one time, turned the lights off and left. Jake turned on his side holding his teddy bear and soon enough he drifted off.

Annie went to their bedroom, she was just walking in when Andy took her and put her against the wall kissing her hard.

“Please, tell me Jake is sleeping?”

“He is.” Andy kissed her again, “Is this why you send him to sleep?”

“You’ve been wearing that cheerleader uniform all afternoon!” He took her in his arms and basically threw her on the bed.

“Me?! You’ve been showing off those biceps all day!”

“Don’t act so innocent! I saw how you were bending over the counter when I was looking.”

“Are you gonna punish me for it, Mr. Barber?” She batted her eyelashes to him.

“How about if you cheer while I fuck you dumb?” he took off his t-shirt.

“So, cheerleaders?” Annie said giggling.

“Oh, shut up!”

Jake had no idea how much he had slept when he woke up, he turned to the other side and closed his eyes when he heard something. His eyes opened, paying close attention if he heard the noise again; and he did. He heard a loud grunt, followed by a whimper and something similar to a cry. Jake sat on his bed holding his teddy, he heard the noises again. He took a deep breath left his bear on the bed and walked to the hall and towards the noises. It was coming from his dad’s room; Jake ran back to his room.

“Mr. Bear, dad and Annie is in danger! We musf saif’em!”  

He got into his closet, grabbed his baseball bat and put on his football helmet. He was about to leave his room when he came back.

“You come wif me, Mr. Bear. May need your help!” He stuck his stuff animal in the collar of his pajamas’ shirt and off he went to save them. He walked slowly careful not to make any noise when he heard clear as day the voice of Annie.

“Oh my god! Andy!”

Jake’s eyes opened wide, the monster had them. No, he could now allow it to take them away. He took a deep breath and ran towards the door, the opened it and ran into the room.

“Gef away from them, moster!!!!!” He swing his bat to nothing. While Andy slipped out of Annie and she covered her body with the sheet.

“Jake!” Andy said, trying to put on his boxer briefs under the sheet. “What do you think you’re doing?!” He tossed a t-shirt to Annie, and immediately she put it on.

“Safing you from the moster.” He walked into the closet to find it empty.

“What monster?” Andy asked looking to Annie who just shrugged. “Jake did you had a nightmare?”

“No, daddy.” Jake was coming out of the bathroom. With the bat on his shoulder. “I hear the moster here!” Andy was so confused at what his son was saying.

“Oh god.” Annie said, “Andy, he heard us.” She whispered to his ear.

“Of course the monster!” Andy said.

“Is he gone?” Jake said.

“Yes! You probably scared him away with your bat. You save us!”

“I did?” he smiled proud to them.

“Of course baby!” Annie said, “Thank you so much. Come here.” Jake walked to her, “Alright, we don’t need this helmet and we certainly don’t need the bat anymore.” She put everything next to her night stand. She gave him a kiss, “Thank you, baby.” And then she hugged him while mouthing to Andy: “we are going to hell.”

“Ok, Jake, let’s take you to the room.”

“But if the moster come backs?”

“I don’t think he will,” Andy said as he took Jake in his arms, “You were pretty scary!” Jake smiled to his dad. “And, if we need your help, we can always call you. How ‘bout that?”

“Yes, ok. I haf question?”

“Go ahead.”

“Why you was on top of Annie?”

“Oh god!” Annie said hiding her face in her hands.

“I was… protecting her!” Jake opened his mouth in surprise, “What would we do without her?!”

“Oh daddy! You so brief!”

“I know, I know.” Annie just shook her head not believing Andy. “So, we’re fine. I’ll take you to your room.”

Andy left the room carrying Jake, not even 5 minutes later he walked in the room giggling.

“Andy it’s not funny! He saw us going at it!”

“Honey, he didn’t see anything and to be honest this was all your fault.”

“How was that my fault?!”

“You’re so damn loud sometimes.” He laughed again.

“I’m not loud!”

“You’re being loud now.” He said as he slipped on the bed.

“Argh! You’re so annoying sometimes!”

“Yeah, but you still love me.” Annie rolled her eyes, “And I love your moans.” He kissed her cheek, “Wanna go again?”

“No!”

“But I didn’t cum.”

“I didn’t either, but I’m not in the mood anymore.”

“I’m gonna get blue balls.”

A soft knock was heard in the bedroom. Andy walked towards the door and opened it. Jake holding his bear against his chest for dear life.

“Daddy, I think the moster is in my room. I hear tap on the windof.”

“Come baby, you can stay here while your dad goes and check on the monster.” Jake ran and hugged Annie.

“What? Why me?”

“Because you are the dad, and apparently you are so brave!”

“Not fair.” Andy pouted and left the room.

Jake was out and Annie was dozing off when Andy came back. He smiled at the picture in front of him. He took his side, kissed Jake and then Annie.

“Did you find the monster?” She whispered.

“Yeah, the branch of the tree is hitting the window, I’ll cut it tomorrow.” He yawned.

“You’re so brave daddy. I love you.” Annie said with a teasing tone.

“Daddy will need a compensation tomorrow, baby girl.”

“We’ll see. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, honey.”

They closed their eyes and fell asleep. Jake opened his eyes during the night, he looked at the couple peacefully sleeping.

“See Mr. Bear, plan work, I kepf daddy and Annie saif!” He closed his eyes again hugging his teddy and let himself fall into dreamland.

[wrightcynthia]

✦ JESSICA CHASTAIN, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER ✦ CYNTHIA WRIGHT the FORTY-THREE year old has been in Hidehill for HER ENTIRE LIFE and was a NEIGHBOR to Jade Parker, the missing person . Whispers on the streets are that the REALTOR who lives in HARTLEY AVENUE. She is said to be COMPASSIONATE and SELF-CRITICAL but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves. { BUFFY, 26, AEST, SHE/HER. }

trigger warning: pregnancy & cheating.

name: cynthia janel wright.

age: 43 years old.

birthplace: hidehill.

current residence: hartley avenue.

occupation: realtor @ mirage estate.

orientation: bisexual.

marital status: unhappily married.

children: two.

positive traits: compassionate, kind-hearted, effervescent, approachable.

negative traits: self-critical, sensitive, resentful, jittery.

character inspo: anna brady (leap year), annie reed (sleepless in seattle) & charlotte york (sex & the city)

Born and raised in Hidehill, Cynthia Wright is the middle of three children. She’s always been close with both of her siblings. Their parents divorced when she was young, and the kids were then divided. Being older, Dawn and Cynthia chose to stay with their mom, while their younger sibling went with their father.

It was later found out that Mr. Wright had another family, which was a big scandal in their neighbourhood. Everyone in their building knew about it, treating it as if it was a plot twist in some trashy daytime soap opera. Cynthia didn’t quite understand what it all meant at the time because she was only 11, but she still resents her father for it. She hasn’t spoken to him in years.

Cynthia married young, straight out of college to the man she’d been dating since high school. She got pregnant at 22, giving birth to a daughter who is pretty much her mini-me. It wasn’t until 7 years ago that they welcomed their second child, another little girl, into their family. Things were happy... until they weren’t anymore.

In the last few months, she has found out that her husband has been unfaithful with several different women. She’s heartbroken, shattered that he could betray her like that. At the moment, she’s still with him, but only because she’s in the process of figuring out what to do next. She desperately doesn’t want her children to have a broken home the way she did, but she’s not happy anymore.

For the last 10 years, Cynthia has been on of the top realtors at Mirage Estate. She’s one of their most successful, and she adores her jobs and all its perks. She’s fantastic at what she does, and hopes to one day open her own estate agency, but right now she’s happy where she is.

[newagesispage]

                                                                JULY                                   2021

 THE RIB PAGE

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Criss angel will open CABLP, a restaurant in Overton, Nevada. The letters stand for breakfast, lunch and pizza and will include a free meal outreach program to help under privileged and pediatric cancer families.

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A fifth ocean in Antartica??** There have also found 4 new ocean species: Apolemia, Tegula Kusairo, Leptarma Biju and Duobrachium Sparksae.

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In China they have found a possible new species in a skull that is 140,000 years old.

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5,000 pounds of explosives were discovered in a home in South LA. LAPD seems to have detonated the fireworks in a truck right there in the neighborhood. They were too dangerous to transport but not enough to blow them up??? How stupid are these people??

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Days alert : So glad to see Clyde again even if it is only for a moment!! **BTW, I do not understand the Daytime Emmy noms this year as they relate to Days. I really was pulling for Victoria Koneful (Ciara) and she won but George DelHoya (Orpheus), Tamara Braun (Ava) and Cady McClain (Jennifer)??? I was shocked when Cady McClain won. I mean, she was so whiny. I question my own ability to judge a performance. In most categories, the winner was usually the one I thought was the worst option. I was happy for Max Gail and CBS Sunday Morning.  Some performances were sure overlooked. What about James Read (Clyde), Paul Telfer (Xander), Bryan Dattilo (Lucas), Robert Scott Wilson (Ben), Daniel Kerr (Eli) and Lindsay Arnold (Allie) ?? As annoying as the Kristen character is and as long as it took me to get used to Stacy Haiduk in the role, she kicked ass this year. Did they even submit clips?? And,  they are not often on but Tony and Anna forever!!!!!!** And how wonderful is it to see the Dimera boys all together and recounting the whole fam for the votes? **And one more thing, Days was not even nominated for writing while Bold and the Beautiful spends every other show with the Liam character standing in front of the fireplace making excuses for the same shit! Just push repeat, C,mon!!**Philip had a great line for Brady about following Kristen like a zombie.** Dis Eli really say, “Peacock and chill??’ Are these the things they will have to do to do to stay on the air? It took me right out of the show. It was the same day the ads for Days on Peacock started. OMG

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Texas Gov. Abbott vetoed a bill that would make it illegal to chain up dogs without water.**ATexas churches have lost their 501(c) (3) status because it actively ‘educates’ its members on electing specific Republican politicians. –Pete West* This should have been happening long ago. Many churches I know of do this and should not be allowed to have it both ways. #tax the church

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NY has suspended Giuliani’s law license.

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It looks like New York’s ranked choice voting is leaning toward Eric Adams for Mayor.

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Religious leadership keeps engaging in partisan politics on behalf of politicians that are particularly unpopular with younger people and they wonder why younger people are disenchanted with the church. – Schooley ** Give young people credit as well for seeing through the hype and lies of these religious hypocrites who use God only as a weapon and a threat. –Larry Charles

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Amazon will stop drug testing for employment. Can every other company jump on this bandwagon? Let’s judge employees on the work they give.

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The Backstreet Boys and NSync are going to work together??!!

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If Biden can carry out air strikes without proper authorization, the Senate can raise the minimum wage without the Parliamentarian.  –Alexandra M. Hunt

Reality Winner is out!!

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Judy Woodruff has been given the Peabody award for journalistic integrity.

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Donald Glover is bringing us Hive. Malia Obama will be a writer.

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Nicholas Cage has married Riko Shibata.

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Will there be a Wedding Crashers2??

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The Mysterious Benedict Society stars Tony Hale.** I would love to see he and Danny Pudi in something together.

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Actor Stephen Amell from Arrow was removed from a plane after getting into it with his wife.  A source said he was drunk and screaming. An official source said that they removed “an unruly customer.”** Andy Dick was arrested for assault with a deadly weapon, allegedly assaulting his partner, Lucas with a metal chair.

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So.. Fox news was digitally altering the faces of people they did not care for??? Is there no end to their bullshit????

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Mark Ronson is set to marry Grace Gummer.

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Wolfgang Van Halen has released a debut album: Mammoth

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David Spade will take over as host of Bachelor in Paradise.

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I am sickened when I see the first question that pops up on an online search is the net worth of a person. Oh this twisted world.

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Life is a short pause between 2 great mysteries. –Jung

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Prince Harry and Meghan had a daughter that they named Lilibet ‘Lili” Diana.

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Michael Flynn’s brother Charles (who withheld help from the capitol on Jan. 6), leads the U.S. Army Pacific and commands 90,000 troops.

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I am so excited to read ‘The Boys’ from Clint and Ron Howard, due out in October.

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Dave Chappelle closed out the Tribeca film fest with a surprise concert. This was the first in person film fest since Covid. Look for This time, this place which premiered there.

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Ron Wood will release the album Mr. Luck: A tribute to Jimmy Reed on Sept. 3

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Howard Stern signed a new $500 mil contract with Sirius XM. He is taking the whole summer off and many fans say they will cancel their subscription because they don’t want to pay for a summer of reruns.

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Acorn will bring Jane Seymour back to a series. Seymour will be co -executive produce on Harry Wild. Her character will be a retired University professor who loves her whiskey and solves crimes.

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Annie Murphy  stasr in ‘Kevin can f*** himself about a sitcom wife which airs on AMC.

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I still do not understand why Rep. Mike Nearman hasn’t been arrested for letting insurrectionists into the Capitol.

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There is a wing shortage??

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The Pulitzer prizes have been announced. The list includes Ben Faub, Barry Blitt, Katori Hall, Emilio Morenatti, AP photographers Marcio Jose Sanchez, Alex Brandon, David Goldman, Julio Cortez, John Minchillo, Frank Franklin II, Ringo H.W. Chiu, Evan Vucci, Mike Stewart and Noah Berger. There was a special citation for Darnella Frazier who filmed the death of George Floyd.

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Conan’s last TBS guests were Martin Short, Jack Black, Bill Hader, Mila Kunis, Dana Carvey, Patton Oswalt and JB Smoove. There were some surprises.  The big musical number never happened when Jack Black hurt himself. It was all funny and sweet but Conan never mentioned the band in the last show WTF????????????????????????????????????????? Music is so important to him and he does not thank the band? ** Colbert and Brian Stack gave Conan a cute send after4, 368 shows on CBS calling him a ‘Slenderman Ron Weasly’.  Kimmel wished Conn well also.** Hope his HBO MAX variety show goes well.** BTW, the Duvall interview with Colbert was great to see but why does nobody ever mention ‘Get Low?’ What a performance!!

*****

Tattoos are on the rise.

*****

Fast food drive thru’s sometime close with fake excuses like the equipment is down or something because they don’t feel like working. Good people can’t find work and so many waste the opportunities they have. AAAAGHH!!

*****

Valerie Bertinelli and Demi Lovato will star in ‘Hungry’ on NBC.

*****

Hulu will bring us David E. Kelley’s Nine Perfect Strangers with Nicole Kidman, Michael Shannon, Regina Hall, Bobby Cannavale and Melissa McCarthy.

*****

R.I.P. Gavin Macleod, Frank Bonner, Joy Vogelsang, Benigno Aquino, Champ Biden, victims of the Miami building collapse, Robert Sacchi, Stuart Damon, Johnny Solinger  and Clarence Williams III.

[thecrownnet]

Photo: Dan Kennedy/ The Hollywood Reporter

'The Crown' Star Vanessa Kirby Hits Fall Festival Circuit With Two Buzzy Indies: "I Felt Ready to Lead a Movie"

After breaking out in Netflix’s hit global series and stealing scenes in 'Mission:  Impossible' and 'Hobbs & Shaw,' the British actress about to display her range with frontier romance 'The World to Come' and gut-wrenching drama 'Pieces of a Woman.'

Vanessa Kirby was two days away from shooting Mission: Impossible 7 in Venice �� reprising her role as the glamorous gunrunner known as the White Widow — when Paramount halted production. It was late February, and Italy had just recorded Europe’s then-worst outbreak of the novel coronavirus, at the time not officially labeled a pandemic. Tom Cruise’s billion-dollar blockbuster franchise had become the first major Hollywood casualty.

Seven months on, and with the film industry appearing irreversibly changed, Kirby is preparing her return to Venice. But it’s not for Mission: Impossible (she starts shooting that later in September). With The World to Come and Piece of a Woman, filmed almost back-to-back in late 2019 and early 2020, the British star, 32, has the rare honor of having two films compete against each other in the Biennale, the first A-list film festival to physically take place since cinemas — and much beyond — shut their doors.

Appearing alongside Katherine Waterston and Casey Affleck in The World to Come — a frontier romance set against the rugged and patriarchal terrain of the mid-19th century American Northeast — Kirby plays flame-haired Tallie, who sparks an intense and liberating affair with a farmer’s wife, played by Waterston.

Photo: Andre Chemetoff/Cinetic

But it’s Pieces of a Woman — also heading to Toronto — and her quietly powerful and gut-wrenching turn as Martha, a woman dealing with towering loss after a home birth that goes wrong (shot in one hugely impressive yet frequently hard-to-watch half-hour take), that marks yet another new chapter for the actress, who already has condensed what many would consider a lifetime’s worth of career milestones into just a few years. A critics’ favorite on the British stage; Emmy-nominated and BAFTA-winning for her global screen breakout as Princess Margaret in the opening seasons of Netflix’s smash hit The Crown; part of two of the biggest action franchises around (she also appeared in Fast & Furious spinoff Hobbs & Shaw last year); and, for her next act, independent cinema’s newest leading lady.

Even before the reviews come in, Pieces of a Woman — also starring Shia LaBeouf, Ellen Burstyn and Sarah Snook — has found a fan in Martin Scorsese, who recently came aboard as executive producer.

“I haven’t stopped smiling,” says Kirby, speaking from the south London home she shares with her sister Juliet (a theatrical agent) and two close friends. “It’s such a mind-blowing thing.”

The actress was originally shown the script in L.A. by filmmaking couple Sam and Ashley Levinson (Ashley is producing the film for Bron Studios). Within 24 hours, she'd jumped on a plane to London, then Budapest, to meet director Kornél Mundruczó. “You know when you’re supposed to do something. ... It felt so right,” she says. “I wanted to show up and tell Kornél face-to-face how much I loved it and how much it touched me.” [...]

Photo: Pieces of a Woman/ Venice Film Festival

The Crown creator Peter Morgan recalls going “rogue” when he chose Kirby, overruling the other show execs’ preferred choice for Princess Margaret. She had turned up to the audition looking like what he describes as a “catastrophic mess”; fake tan smeared haphazardly on her shins and hands stained orange (she’d forgotten to wash them after applying the tan).

“But she had an electrifying presence. ... You realized you were in the company of a rare and special talent,” he says, adding that her chaotic appearance plus visible nerves evoked the essential vulnerability he was looking for. “It was very Annie Hall.”

Subsequent screen tests — and the public reaction — confirmed what Morgan first saw, that Kirby was a “high-impact booking,” much like the royal she was taking on. “There was no room in which you were not conscious that Princess Margaret was there.”

To craft her Margaret, in which Kirby laid the largely unknown foundations that would support the royal’s more brash and defiant public persona in later life, she absorbed everything she could, seeking out footage where the princess thought cameras had stopped rolling, plastering her walls in photos and even listening to her favorite music on repeat (including a version of “Scotland the Brave” played on the bagpipes, much to her housemates' dismay).

“It was so exciting to play someone that was so complicated and so conflicted, who was really struggling with a sense of who she was,” she says. “But I also had to chart this journey carefully, across 20 years of a person's life, and try to make it believable and also set her up for the rest of the seasons that were coming.”

Photo: Robert Viglasky/ Netflix

Mission: Impossible came off the back of The Crown, sometime in the middle of season two. “I think Tom had watched it, because he watches everything,” says Kirby, who was surprised to be warmly welcomed into the “Mission Family” during her first meeting with Cruise and director Christopher McQuarrie. “On my way home I rang my agent going, ‘I think I got the job, I’m not sure.’” 

[...] Kirby has also used the months of lockdown to consider her next creative step and dream: setting up her own production company.“I feel so excited by the thought that there’s so many female stories that haven’t been told. And so many that have examined the psychology of a man in a particular situation, but not the woman,” she says. “I feel like there’s so much opportunity for that and that we do actually have a responsibility. Changing that space is very important to me.”

This story first appeared in the Sept. 2 issue of The Hollywood Reporter magazine.

It is also announced today that Joel Edgerton, Marion Cotillard, Mark Rylance, Sebastian Stan & Vanessa Kirby To Lead Brady Corbet’s Sweeping Immigrant Drama ‘The Brutalist’ (Deadline Exclusive)

[hattywatch]

J. Vesey - I've built my dreams around you

A/N: This was re quested by an Anon from the holiday prompts list! Jimmy my love Vesey - “You didn’t have to get me anything.” I love that everyone knows my faves. Please come to me for all of your Jimmy fic needs. I live for this. 

"It's perfect," Brady beams up at the sales woman who is currently holding a small velvet black box in front of him, slowly rocking it so the diamond inside catches the light and refracts back at him 

"What do you think Vese?" Jimmy thinks a lot of things. He thinks that's a ridiculous amount of money to spend on a ring, thinks Brady's girl is going to faint when she sees it, and he thinks he is a little jealous he isn't in Brady's shoes at this point in his life. 

"She's going to love it, man." Jimmy claps his friend on the back and politely looks away at another display case while Brady allows the woman to charge a small fortune to his credit card. 

He sees it then, a delicate necklace with a four leaf clover hanging off of the chain. He thinks about (Y/n), his neighbor. 

They grew up joined at the hip, reading Harry Potter with a flashlight in a tent in his yard, or in a sleeping bag in her basement if the weather wasn't permitting. Before that they practiced reading out loud The Magic Treehouse, carted off to places they could only dream of with Jack and Annie. Jimmy remembers how much her shy stutter abated as they read to each other, helping sound out words neither of them were too sure of. 

They used to talk about travelling abroad when they graduated high school. First stop: Ireland, get in touch with their celtic roots and share a pint of Guinness. Then she got a boyfriend, and then they went to college, and then he was drafted, and everything just kind of got pushed back over and over and over again. 

She's his person, if he's honest; texts him before and after every game, Snapchats him stupid ugly faces, and showed up as a surprise in Buffalo when he got traded to help him find a new place. All the while she was with her boyfriend from high school, Rich. 

Rich was a nice guy, Jimmy has no problem admitting that. He also has no problem admitting that he finally got his head out of his ass when he graduated and realized he was head over heels with (y/n). It was too late by the time he realized it, so they were friends, he went to their apartment warming and brought a nice set of champagne flutes and a pretty redhead so everyone knew he was doing okay and not pining over his best friend. His relationship with Sarah, the aforementioned redhead, didn’t pan out, but (y/n) stayed with Rich year in and year out. 

Until she didn’t.

She called him drunk as a skunk from her apartment in Boston. He was on an away stretch on the west coast and he couldn’t get back to be there for her, he would have liked to. She cried and cried and told him it was okay, they just wanted different things and he was taking a job in LA and she refused to move so far from her family. Jimmy facetimed her every night until she stopped crying herself to sleep. 

Jimmy is a lot of things, he’s smart, and he’s calm, and he’s calculated, but he is not an idiot. So, after her grieving period ended, nearly a year later, and she went through two small rebounds, he knew he needed to nut up and talk about his feelings. So, he planned.

He thought that might be easier on neutral ground, so he finally booked that trip to Ireland. He’s not really one for grand gestures, but it took more than a little legwork. Between calling her brother to get her passport information and coordinating her days off at work through various emails with her boss, he felt he had put in enough effort to at least convince her to hear him out without laughing him all the way back across the Atlantic.

Brady steps up behind him at the glass. “That’s pretty, Vese. For (y/n)?” Jimmy supposes jewelry has never made a woman unhappy before, so he hands over his credit card to the same sales woman, who looks delighted, probably at the prospect of her commission. 

They’re doing dinner. It was her idea. The apartment is all hers now, so she put up a tree and decorated it while he watched on facetime, and she begged him to visit when came home  for Christmas, as if he wasn’t planning on it already. 

So it’s over a hot plate of chicken parmigiana and shared stories of their time spent apart that he feels bolstered. He slides the box out of his jacket that’s slung over the back of his chair while she's refilling their wine glasses. He takes a moment to watch her while she’s oblivious to his gaze and he knows he’s doing the right thing. His heart is so full and he can’t imagine his life without her in it, can’t imagine her with someone else. 

The box slides softly across the table as she re-corks the bottle. When she catches a glimpse of it she smiles, corner of her mouth ticking up infinitesimally, "You didn’t have to get me anything. That's not why I invited you here." 

"I know," he shrugs, "just open it?" She nods and pops open the long black box, and her eyes open a little wider. 

"I love it." She's instantly trying to get it clasped behind her neck. "Need a good luck charm these days. You really didn't have to, but I like it soooo, it's mine now." 

She closes the box and he could just end it here. Play it safe. But he knows he'd never be able to live with himself if he did. 

"Look underneath? There's a part 2." Her eyebrows furrow together and she pops the box back open, lifting the felt the necklace was on. She sees the paper and places it gently on the table, closing the box and pushing it to the side. 

"What is all this?" She opens the paper with nimble fingers and he watches as her eyes map the flight itinerary he printed. 

"Jimmy," she whispers it out before she even looks up and he's worried, heart kicking up violently against his ribcage. 

"Are you… is this." She looks at him with her head tipped to the side, eyes burrowing into his soul. "Are we finally doing this?" Is the question she finally lands on after a few seconds of soft silence passes between them. 

"I figured we waited long enough," she looks pleased so he thinks he's in the clear and carries on, "finally kiss the Blarney Stone?"

Her face drops a little and he's feeling white hot anxiety through his body. She squirms uncomfortably in her seat, opening her mouth and closing it before speaking three times before she finally spits out, "That's not the 'this' I was referring to." 

She reaches her hand across the table and places it palm up. 

He scrutinizes her face for what feels like an eternity, but he sees no cracks of insincerity, so he grabs her outstretched hand with his own. 

"We've waited long enough for that, too." 

[kateyandthecloset]

Sect Bound . Aaron Hotchner [2]

Request . Prompts . Masterlist . Sect Bound

A charismatic leader was all it took to twist her trauma to faith; A charismatic leader was all it took to send her running, washing his blood from her hands.

Aaron Hotchner hadn’t expected Jack to ask questions about her for at least a few years; he did know that he would, at some point, ask questions as he was not careful with mentioning her. Whenever they lit the candle for Haley, he would always light a second one, explaining that it was to guide Annie home. In fact, Aaron knew he was lucky Jack hadn’t questioned him about the woman already, but he hadn’t prepared for that moment.

That was why he was late for work on the 27th of November. He had spent at least an hour explaining to his son that his friend had gone missing years ago; he even told him the stories of the musical. Jack knew the story of how his mother and father had met, but both had left Annie out, neither ready to explain why she didn’t visit. However, something about that day told Aaron that Jack was ready, and that it needed to be said.

It wasn’t until he was answering Jack’s questions that he realised he was feeling oddly hopeful about his friend. Somehow, Aaron was beginning to forget about the hope he had lost or the statistics surrounding decade long disappearances. As he had a few months ago, he was going to ask Penelope to search for her again, and then he was going to find her. He wasn’t going to give up until he succeeded.

Crossing the bullpen, he was trying to draw as little attention to himself as possible, being late was not something he would ever be proud of. However, he was not successful, as he had been seen by a member of the security team who had stopped him before he was even halfway to his office.

As Aaron grit his teeth, he noticed a figure in his office, pacing backwards and forwards as he watched. Presuming it was a member of the team, he tried to signal to the security that he was late, but he was still stopped.

“She said she knew you but wouldn’t say how.” The man stated, nodding towards his office. “She seemed paranoid, kept looking over her shoulder.”

Even as he tried not to get his hopes up, Aaron was placing a name and face to the mysterious woman the guard was talking about. Looking back from his office, he asked, “Did she give a name?”

“Mabel Stanley.” He stated, causing Aaron’s eyes to become wide.

Muttering a quick thank you, the Unit Chief quickened his pace as he crossed the bullpen to his office. He could hear the voices of Spencer and Derek calling out but ignored them without any acknowledgement; Aaron had to get to her. Getting to the office was the priority for him in that moment, he had to see if it was her.

Hovering for a moment, Aaron wondered what state a woman missing for a decade could be in. Having not even given her own name, he also wondered what he was scared of. Mostly, he wondered what could have been so bad that she would deny his contact for over a decade.

Pushing open the door, Aaron was shocked by what he was greeted with. Annabel Brady had been an athletic and healthy woman before she had disappeared, now she was stood before him with barely enough weight to cover her bones. Additionally, her hair had been dyed and grown out since he had last seen her, but, despite those differences, he knew it was her.

“Annie,” he whispered, his tone less declarative and more questioning. As she let a half smile fill her face, he was unable to believe what his eyes were telling his brain. “Is that really you?”

She nodded, her hand shaking at her side, “I’m sorry Aaron.”

Shaking his head, Aaron closed the gap between them, taking her hand in his to try and steady it. It was at this moment, when he initiated the contact that Annie began to sob. Initially, she moved her hand to cover her mouth, but Aaron pulled into his arms, her sobs being muffled by his chest.

“You have nothing to be sorry about,” he whispered, allowing her to grip to his shirt. Feeling her hands still shaking, Aaron began to stroke her hair the way he always had when she would grow upset as a child. Letting out a sigh, the agent added, “I’m going to close the blinds now, and we can talk.”

She sobbed harder, fearful about what she would be expected to discuss. Having interviewed many victims, Aaron understood her fear of reliving whatever she had experienced. He began to whisper to her, “It can be anything you want, it doesn’t have to be related to where you have been.”

“Can we talk about your son?” Annie questioned, looking up at him hopefully.

Aaron nodded, gesturing towards the couch as he closed the curtains, taking a moment to glance at the team who were each discussing something in great depth. It wasn’t until he saw Jennifer’s head flick towards the office that he realised it was most likely a discussion about Annie.

“He has Haley’s eyes,” Annie stated, staring at the photo that she had picked up from his desk as Aaron took a seat beside her. As she said his ex-wife’s name, Aaron tensed beside her dreading the conversation that could follow. “What happened with Haley? You’re not wearing a ring.”

He sighed, before saying, “I was married to the job, so we split when Jack was four. Then she became a casualty of the job, I didn’t get to her in time to save her. We saved Jack though.”

“Aaron, I’m so sorry, you didn’t deserve that.” Annie whispered; her breath having calmed down. She looked towards the photo in her hand as she added, “But you have that beautiful boy to remind you of her, and what your love was worth.”

He nodded his head, his eyes brimming with tears as he said, “But I had nothing to remind me of you.”

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[yunsangelic]

captaindboss’ Hottest NHL Players Survey Responses

I’m demonkonecny bc it’s halloween!!! Happy Halloween!!! Anyway I’m finally posting the results of my hottest players per team survey, (it’s closed now so u can’t take it anymore, sorry) which included ur fav ugly hots like jack eichel and connor mcdavid. Y’all had some colorful write-in responses for me, I included my favorites! Anyway, as not to clog dashes I put it under a read more. If you have questions about how I compiled this data or how I organized it, feel free to ask! Also some of y’all didn’t put an answer for like half the teams???? who raised you.

Montreal Canadians

Carey Price (55.02%--126 of 229 votes)

Jonathan Drouin (23.58%--54 of 229 votes)

Shea Weber (13.10%--30 of 229 votes)

Other* (8.30%--19 of 229 votes)

*= Inconclusive results.

Write-ins

“PK Subban...oh wait...Lars Eller... Oh wait...Drouin...oh wait...Alex Galchenyuk...oh wait shit fine Shea Weber”

“Everyone who has escaped”

“their ‘attitude problem’“

Boston Bruins

Brandon Carlo (30.26%--69(lol) of 228 votes)

Patrice Bergeron (Cause y’all would kill me if I didn’t put him) (29.82%--68 of 228 votes)

David Pastrnak (yum i lov carb) (25.88%--59 of 228 votes)

Other* (14.04%--32 of 228 votes)

*= Inconclusive results.

Write-ins

[About Carlo] “He’s  a baby but also like has an ageless vampire quality which appeals to my ovaries, long conditioned by teen vampire novels”

“Brad Marchand's tongue (only the tongue)” [this ain’t it chief]

“I love my alien father tuukka rask” [r u ok]

Bonus, cause I’m weak:

“no one THINKS pasta is hot COME ON i hate us” [it’s okay, he is VERY hot, that’s why I put him lmao]

“Zdeno chara babey” [R U OK]

Bl*ckh*wks

Girl as if (44.80%--99 of 221 votes) 

Jonathan Toews (22.62%--50 of 221 votes)

If you put pk*ne here i’ll come to your house and murder you*^/other (17.65%--39 of 221 votes)

hahahahaHAHAHA (14.93%--33 of 221 votes)

*= tie between Nick Schmaltz and John Hayden.

^= 3 people want me to come to their houses and murder them, unfortunately it’s still illegal to do so, therefore I will not be doing that.

Write-ins

“toews player portrait makes him look like a human condom”

“i live in chicago and am willing to take 1 for the team and take out k*ne” 

“Bitch you funny but also Alex Debrincat”

New York Rangers

Brady Skjei (46.32%--107 of 231 votes)

Henrik Lundqvist duh (31.17%--72 of 231 votes)

Brett Howden is the right answer despite not being on the roster yet^ (11.69% (lol)--27 of 231 votes)

Other* (10.82%--25 of 231 votes)

*= Inconclusive results.

^= funny enough, like 2 days after I made this Brett made the final cut lmao.

Write-ins

“Chris Kreider (have you seen the golf pic???) [LMFAO yeah I have (it’s probably too NSFW if ur in public fyi if u wanna google it)]

“i'm horny for like half the gd rangers roster!!!!” [lol girl I know, y’all actually have a few cuties I was a lil shocked]

“this is a hot team too bad they suck”

Toronto Maple Leafs

Y’all are demons okay Nikita Zaitsev is a fuckin gem idk why I was surprised about this but I was lmao.

Other* (39.37%--87 of 221 votes) [just know that I hate u all :/]

William Nylander (25.79%--57 of 221 votes)

Nazem Kadri (24.89%--55 of 221 votes)

Nikita Zaitsev (9.95%--22 of 221 votes)

*= Freddie Andersen. 

Write-ins

“william nylander isn't a leaf, firstable, and second it's motch murner” [sjdhkdlsjdj everything about this]

“i'm putting rich clune even tho he's on the marlies. SOMETIMES HE COMES UP. he could benchpress ever leaf on the roster.” [ur valid, when u sent this I was like “FUCK they’re right.”]

“None they look like 25 year olds who smoke crack in the parking lot” [this is low-key mean but I still laughed, cause yeah, white dudes. But I’m not condoning drug abuse or jokes about drug abuse, as this person had no intention of doing, I’m sure. Just wanted to put that because I know some people might be concerned.]

Bonus, again, weak:

"Jxhn Txvxrxs” [jhkhfoij why did u censor his name sis??]

“nobody’s attractive on the leafs” [this isn’t true but I’m petty and it’s funny.]

Detroit Red Wings

I was so fucking offended by some of the dylan larkin SLANDER up in these write-ins, y’all can come to my house and fight me thx.

Dylan Larkin (48.23%--109 of 226 votes)

Henrik Zetterberg (im crying) (31.42%--71(CRYING) of 226 votes)

Other* (11.95%--27 of 226 votes)

Andreas Athanasiou (8.41%--19 of 226 votes)

*= 12 votes for “No one/Not Dylan Larkin” (yall r annoying lmfao), 10 votes for Filip Zadina (he’s a CHILD how dare u)

Write-Ins

“Luke glen denting is hot look at his arms and he’s not too old for ME” [girl when I tell u this shit killed me, I mean I SQUAWKED a laugh out and sent it to the fps gc, I was DEAD] 

“I don't know what any of the red wings look like and it's probably better that way” [????????????????]

“ion know anyone on the wings except zadina and he scored a gwg against the bruins yesterday so my answer for this one is none 😤😤” [(this was in reference to a pre-season game) lmao sis yall are okay. it was yalls babies against our roster players, I would have offed myself had the outcome been any different lmao]

Bonus

“Does anyone actually play for the red wings” [no]

“filip "thot" zadina” [don’t....]

Los Angeles Kings

The only right answer is Alec Martinez (41.56%--96 of 231 votes)

Adrian Kempe (38.10%--88 of 231 votes)

Anze Kopitar (12.12%--28 of 231 votes)

Other* (8.23%--19 of 231 votes)

*= Inconclusive results.

Write-ins

“jeff carter would snort a line of coke with gritty” [uhhhhh WHAT]

“uhh wayne gretzky...” [jvfluhddsf sis...]

“I couldn't name anyone on this team if you PAID ME” [fjldfdhfh god I wish that were me, sorry annie u know I joke....]

Philadelphia Flyers

Claude Giroux (44.78%--103 of 230 votes)

Travis Konecny (HAHAHAHAHA that’s my ugly hot gremlin) (24.78%--57 of 230 votes

Other* (22.17%--51 of 230 votes

Wayne Simmonds (8.26%--19 of 230 votes)

*= Nolan Patrick is apparently who y’all think is the 3rd hottest flyer, even tho he Looks Like That rn lmao. fuckin’ lettuce head.

Write-ins

“Gritty's googly eyes are the windows to the soul”

“andrea helfrich” [ur right]

“tk, because country boy i LOVE you 😛”

Bonus

“hey don't make threats abt gritty like that” [I put “if you put gritty i’ll block you”]

“My hellspawn son [Gritty,] is beautiful can’t believe Voracek and G had a son tho” [HDKUHEDKJFHD BITCH]

Pittsburgh Penguins :(

Kris Letang (55.17%--128 of 232 votes)

Other* (19.40%--45 of 232 votes)

Not Sidney Crosby [this is the option for Sidney Crosby] (16.81%--39 of 232 votes)

Tristan Jarry (8.62%--20 of 232 votes

*= different variations of “none” won but only by one vote, the person right behind was Jamie Oleksiak.

Write-ins

“the penguins roster came into my home and killed my entire family, but jamie oleksiak is 6'7" 255 lbs of A Man” [NDKFHSJRFDRBSKRFH valid]

“no penguin has ever been hot. As soon as they put on the jersey the hotness evaporates. Tragic.” [wow look at all that truth right there]

“as a heterosexual i chose letang, and as a flyers fan i choose the penguin mascot” [lmao girl letang is not the answer either]

St. Louis Blues

Colton Parayko (67.11%--151 of 225 votes)

Alex Pietrangelo (17.33%--39 of 225 votes)

Other* (8%--18 of 225 votes)

Ryan O’Reilly (7.56%--17 of 225 votes)

*= Inconclusive results.

Write-ins

“this [’other’] box shouldn’t exist there are no valid arguments against the angel colton parayko” [tru, but the blues have other hotties so I made the box to be fair to those of us who don’t like Big Blonde Sexies]

“uh valid i guess? idk any of the blues lmao” [LMAOOO I think they meant Vladdy, but “valid” cracked me up]

“ROR can lay me down” [ur so valid lmao]

Buffalo Sabres

Jeff Skinner (60.18%--136 of 226 votes)

Rasmus Ristolainen (17.26%--39 of 226 votes)

Other* (14.16%--32 of 226 votes)

Jack Eichel (8.41%--19 of 226 votes)

*= Inconclusive results. [Y’all big mad that I put Skinner on here. HE’S HOT!]

Write-ins

“Idk but not these lmao” [*instert that gif of the kardashians like “DON’T BE FUCKING RUDE”*]

“Why is Jeff Skinner an option he looks 12″ [who else tho sis. I looked at the roster!]

“If anyone says eichel i will come to their house and steal their toothbrushes. Its conor sheary.” [I took my own survey and picked Eichs but I still have my toothbrush so I guess......... I’m right.]

Bonus:

“Rasmus Ristolainen kinda looks like a creepy half-alive Ken doll, but I'll stand by my choice. Hire an exorcist.” [JDFKHRFWEH GIRL]

“They lost their only cute player when O’Reilly got traded sorry” [boom. roasted]

Vancouver Canucks

Brock Boeser (67.56%--152 of 225 votes)

Other* (13.78%--31 of 225 votes)

Jake Virtanen (12.44%--28 of 225 votes)

Ben Hutton (6.22%--14 of 225 votes)

*=Inconclusive results.

Write-ins

“[about Jake Virtanen] all that ass...........” [sjdkfhdkfhdkhfi yeah]

“the city of vancouver” [?????????????????????]

“I keep forgetting that the canucks actually exist” [I’m reasonably sure this is annie lmfao]

Bonus

“I don’t know how any of this team looks either” [idk if I follow Nucks blogs or what but how do u not know Boeser???]

“i don't care enough about this team to even attempt to answer” [this is my brain @ me on the last 5 questions of an exam]

New York Islanders

Mat Barzal (67.69%--155 of 229 votes)

Tito Beauvillier (14.85%--34 of 229 votes)

Jordan Eberle (10.48%--24 of 229 votes)

Other* (6.99%--16 of 229 votes)

*=Inconclusive results.

Write-ins

“you say put full names but then u go and say tito??” [LISTEN I was tired at this point and forgot that I was trying to be at least a little bit professional about my thirst survey alright? yeesh]

“Its Matt Martin my dude” [LMAO u funny]

“idk how anyone pays attention to mat when tito is always there looking better barzal looks like every attractive jock ive ever met and i dont trust that”

Calgary Flames

Noah Hanifin (37.95%--85 of 224 votes)

Elias Lindholm (32.59%--73 of 224 votes)

Matthew Tkachuk (20.54%--46 of 224 votes)

Other* (8.93%--20 of 224 votes)

*= Sean Monahan wins 4th hottest.

Write-ins

“[Hanifin] looks like the bad guy in a teen movie. the guy the Main Girl is dating in the beginning but is a real dick to her. you look at him and you KNOW he has a trust fund and votes republican. god he's so hot though” [hanny......... yeah.... yeah....]

“Why do I find Tkachuk attractive? I don't know but I love him” [me too]

“James 'The Real Deal' Neal” [lol I got this answer multiple times]

Washington Capitals

Tom Wilson (31.33%--73 of 233 votes)

Andre Burakovsky (29.18--68 of 233 votes)

Braden Holtby (24.03%--56 of 233 votes)

Other* (15.45%--36 of 233 votes)

*= Michal Kempny and Nicklas Backstrom tied for fourth hottest.

Write-ins

“literally no one, i s2g if i see anyone say ovi is attractive..... jfc god help them” [.... but ovi is dad-hot, also he got 3 votes]

“YOUR STANLEY CUP CHAMPIONS! Everyone btw just a hot team of hot ugly men and Tom Wilson” [kskdjskdjksks]

“my sweaty swedish sweetheart; Nicklas Backstrom” [I’m too illiterate to read this right the first time thru lol]

Colorado Avalanche

Gabe Landeskog ( 55.95%--127 of 227 votes)

Other* (22.47%--51 of 227 votes)

Erik “Horsegirl” Johnson (14.1%--32 of 227 votes)

Mikko Rantanen (7.49%--17 of 227 votes)

*= Tyson Barrie won by more than double of all the other write-ins, but honorable mentions go to Nate MacK, Colin Wilson, Tyson Jost, Phillip Grubauer, and The Avs Tumblr People.

Write-ins - I (jokingly) got called bitch so much in these write-ins, y’all feel some type of WAY about this team lmfao.

“but also the tysons. i would buy a whole farm just so those boys could plow me into the ground.” [i’m SCREECHING. this killed me lol]

“only attractive b/c of his proximity to horses? maybe so.” [.... girl what]

Okay, so instead of a third quote, cause I couldn’t pick, I’m gonna put all the other funny EJ comments I was contemplating:

“ej is soooo ugly in the hottest way possible”

“erik "big horny" johnson”

“oh my god Ej was included for once I'm weeping tears of joy”

“What that mouth do EJ?”

New Jersey Devils

Miles Wood (36.12%--82 of 227 votes)

Taylor Hall (33.48%--76 of 227 votes)

Brian Boyle (19.82%--45 of 227 votes)

Other* (10.57%--24 of 227 votes)

*= Nico Hischier with the majority of the write-ins, even tho he’s still a CHILD (under 20).

Write-ins, aka Mostly Taylor Hall Commentary.

“Does Michael McLeod count” [YES girl i love that boy]

“Gucciiiiiii”

“DSL GUCCI”

“Nico Hischier (Taylor Hall I still love you)”

“i chose taylor and i don’t even need a gucci purse”

“If Taylor Hall gave me a Gucci purse I'd vote for him”

“catch me w/ a gucci purse, girl!!!! for real tho miles wood”

Dallas Stars

DISCLAIMER: I mean no disrespect to Katie, she’s fab and I made this survey a month or so ago. If you don’t know what I mean by this--do not ask me, I will delete the message. Thank you!

Tyler Seguin (46.96%--108 of 230 votes)

Katie Hoaldridge (im gay) (35.22%--81 of 230 votes)

Other* (13.91%--32 of 230 votes)

Stephen Johns (3.91%--9 of 230 votes)

*= Jamie Benn.

Write-ins

“tyler seguin has no upper lip” [I screamed, not exaggerating]

“You have to choose [Seguin] but I do so under duress”

“Im gay too” [hell yeah, this is a mlm and wlw friendly survey!]

Edmonton Oilers

Jujhar Khaira (28.57%--64 of 224 votes)

Other* (27.68%--62 of 224 votes)

Contract McMoney (he is hot) (25.89%--58 of 224 votes)

Darnell Nurse (17.86%--40 of 224 votes)

*= Leon Draisaitl won by more than 5 times anyone elses write-in lmao.

Write-ins ft. “The Draisaitl Quotes”

“McMoney’s money- just his money” [lmao ok sammie, HE’S HOT!]

“cannot mcwingames went off in the gq shoot i admit” [*annie voice* OHMYGOD]

“He’s [Khaira] like a romance novel cover like, f me” [tru]

Drai Quotes

“Drai but like lucic cause Momma needs a man that could kill me” [HDGFDHDGFHDH]

“leon dreisetl (is that his name, is this how you spell it?)”

“Leon Draisaitl and his contract that he doesn't deserve” [backhanded compliment lmao]

“the one w the longass name. dry saitl or whatever” [girl. lmfao]

Winnipeg Jets

Jets/laine fans are funny so I’m adding all the funniest ones instead of just 3 or 5. Sorryyyyyy I’m here to entertain.

Blake Wheeler (44.04%--96 of 218 votes)

Mathieu Perreault (but specifically in his newest headshot) (21.56%--47 of 218 votes)

Other* (19.27%--42 of 218 votes)

Connor Hellebuyck (15.14%--33 of 218 votes)

*= Patrik Laine, even tho I said NOT TO, demons.

Write-ins

“Their logo so I can fly away from this stupid team”

“Nobody but I just needed to point out Connor Hellebuyck looks like a stage magician and that is Not Hot” [i respectfully disagree with the last bit but the first parts made me snort]

“I don't know who windy pegg is”

“Boeing 747″ [sjdjsljlshgdu]

“they’re all second to jacob trouba’s dog Donnie”

“Patty Laine, but like, without the demon beard”

“Let me live my life! Laine has a good voice and i have a LANGUAGE KINK!”

“Laine WITH the beard because I don't fear death”

“Sorry, Laine but only with his beard” [I love the halfhearted apology]

“Goatboi”

“ALL HAIL THE GOAT DEVIL”

“laine come at me bitch lol” [denny’s parking lot. 3 am. be there.]

“laine looks like a goat”

“Laine’s Beard”

“LAINE I like the beard but hockey Satan is good to hellebuyck” [I really felt like I was tripping balls while reading all these but, ESPECIALLY this one lmfao]

Arizona Coyotes

Oliver Ekman-Larsson (30.32%--67 of 221 votes)

Jakob Chychrun (28.05%--62 of 221 votes)

Dylan Strome (26.24%--58 of 221 votes)

Other* (15.38%--34 of 221 votes)

*= Alex Galchenyuk, with the majority of the votes.

Write-ins

“pls date me Chych” [annie, that’s my BF!]

“ 🐼 there is no raccoon emoji >:(”

“[Chychrun] [a]lso has a vampire quality but like trust fund baby vampire who has no morals. I’m...into it??” 

Honorable mentions: The 2 people who put Biz lmaoooo I love yall.

Carolina Hurricanes

Andrei Svechnikov [he’s a baby but I didn’t know who elseeee] (38.29%--85 of 222 votes)

Haydn Fleury (35.59%--79 of 222 votes)

Other* (15.77%--35 of 222 votes)

Dougie Hamilton (10.36%--23 of 222 votes)

*= Sebastian Aho wins the write-in vote [he ain’t it!]

Write-ins

“Justin Faulk (I’m old so svechnikov is out)” [ugh ur right I didn’t make this more inclusive to people not my age, i’m (genuinely) sorry!!!]

“Formerly Eric ‘the hottest Staal' Staal” [only on the cane’s write-in would I have this happen...]

“[Jordan] staal terrifies me but that's hot” [true!]

San Jose Sharks

Erik Karlsson (70.04%--159 of 227 votes)

Martin Jones (17.62%-- 40 of 227 votes)

Other* (11.01%--25 of 227 votes)

Justin Braun (idk) (1.32%--3 of 227 votes)

*= Inconclusive results.

Write-ins

“Daddy shark (doo doo doo)” [just so yall know this is, of course, annie, as in anzekopistar, an actual demon, she’s talking about Erik Karlsson :)]

“Brent Burns, you know im right” [are you tho?]

“Okay sometimes I have needs I think Joe Thorton sans beard could fill” [this is why joe shaved. he felt this person in the universe wanting him to, so he did, wow thank u joe]

Ottawa Senators (lol)

Matt Duchene (33.63%--75 of 223 votes)

The entire team (cause they’re a dumpster fire) (30.94%-- 69 [it’s that tkachuk fuckboi energy] of 223 votes)

Other (there are none)* (22.87%--51 of 223 votes)

Spartacat (12.56%--28 of 223 votes)

*= Inconclusive results (because a lot of you took my “there are none” joke a little too seriously and just chose that, no write-in lmao)

Write-ins

“[about Duchene] he's traitorous but it's like that sometimes i guess” [sjdhdjfhkdhf girl it’s okay.]

“.... we're a team“ [i-]

“the senator on their jerseys is p cute ig”

Bonus:

“oh so spartacat is an option but not gritty huh” [LISTEN the flyers are a HOT team, the sens are NOT. that’s why lmao]

“Just based on headshots I’m going with Ben Sexton like also how do you go wrong with that name”

Tampa Bay Lightning

Brayden Point (55.25%--121 of 219 votes)

Other* (22.83%--50 of 219 votes)

Mitchell Stephens (11.87%--26 of 219 votes)

Steve Yzerman (10.05%--22 of 219 votes)

*= Inconclusive results. Although there were a lot of responses none of them added up significantly sooo....

 Write-ins

“am i the only one who thinks stevie y was a bit of a twink when he was younger?” [jdhslihdalskdjefh]

“Worst team in the league i hate them and theyre all hideous” [u sure bout that, bud?]

“Stamkos (I love his tiny eyes)” [????]

Florida Panthers

 Aaron Ekblad (71.75%--160 of 223 votes)

Aleksander Barkov [r yall ok???] (11.66%--26 of 223 votes)

Other* (10.31%--23 of 223 votes)

Vincent Trocheck (6.28%--14 of 223 votes)

*= Inconclusive results.

Write-ins

“who are the panthers” [sometimes a team is a dog captain, a(n extremely hot) 27-year-old lawyer, and not owen tippett because the panthers hate me specifically]

“Roberto Luongo during Parkland speech” [... valid]

“barkov is literally the only player i know on this team” [shey would be happy to teach u about the panthers!]

Anaheim Ducks

Adam Henrique (52.47%--117 of 223 votes)

No one else (29.6%--66 of 223 votes)

Other* (10.76%--24 of 223 votes)

John Gibson (7.17%--16 of 223 votes)

*=Inconclusive results.

Write-ins-Ducks fans don’t @ me but i’m pretty sure half of these were submitted by y’all anyways....

“if i look @ anyone on the ducks roster for more than 5 seconds i BLACK OUT” [KSHDGJDHSKH Adam tho....]

“Quack Quack go lay your eggs somewhere else you feathered FUCKS” [sjdjfhdjsksj]

“legal 2 say kesler?” [no. go to jail]

Bonus

“Henrique is fine I have no qualms about your selections” [thnk u]

“jared coreau!!! GOOGLE HIM i’m right” [I said this, and we’ve talked, but I need people to know that I, after seeing this, subsequently found out that the Wings didn’t sign coreau back this offszn lmao] 

Nashville Predators

Roman Josi (39.39%--91 of 231 votes)

PK Subban (37.66%--87 of 231 votes)

Kevin Fiala (13.42%--31 of 231 votes)

Other* (9.52%--22 of 231 votes)

*= Pekka Rinne for 4th hottest. [My mom loves him for his name lol. she says it’s “fun”]

Write-ins 

“pk wears cool hats. I like that in a man”

“I don't find any of them hot (Josi used too be hot and then I learned he was illiterate and now I feel nothing but pity towards him)” [GIRL]

“preds are also ugly. pk subban would be attractive if he werent a pred” [lmao. what’d they do to u ?]

Columbus Blue Jackets

Pierre-Luc Dubois (50.22%--113 of 225 votes)

Zach Werenski (20.44%--46 of 225 votes)

Josh Anderson (16.89%--38 of 225 votes)

Other* (12.44%--28 of 225 votes)

*= Alex Wennberg is 4th hottest [lmao]

Write-ins

“Can I put werenskie and Anthony Duclair” [valid]

“Just to be clear CBJ is by far the hottest team exemplified by the fact that you left Seth Jones and Alexander Wenneberg off this list when they're like top 20 in hotness. Also Nick Foligino wins if we include looks and personality.” [I didn’t include them cause this is a mix of hot and ugly hot fam, the avs are 100% the hottest team in the NHL, and that’s coming from me, a Wings fan, destined to hate the Avs for my entire life. Also???? The hotter Foligno is def Marcus lmao]

“[About Werenski] only with the scar though otherwise seth jones” [GIRL scars don’t disappear??? WDYM only with the scar??? Are you a time traveler??? lmfaooo]

Minnesota Wild

J.T. Brown (46.46%--105 of 226 votes)

Other* (21.68%--49 of 226 votes)

Eric Staal (20.80%--47 of 226 votes)

Jason Zucker (11.06%--25 of 226 votes)

*= Charlie Coyle. Honorable mentions to Zach Parise and Matt Dumba.

Write-ins

“Charlie Coyle man! V hot, could kill you, gently waves at babies, 10/10″ [exactly my type! wow]

“ Not JT[,] Lexi is the hottest[,] Eric Staal from a few years ago is also hot” [I added commas to your thing cause.... girl it took me a sec to understand what u were tryna say. But also ur right it’s Lexi.]

“love a #wokebae jt” [yaaas]

FINALLY this legit took me like 10+ hours of work cause I had to transcribe all the info cohesively and then go thru all the responses lmao.

Vegas Golden Knights

William Karlsson (40.52%--94 of 232 votes)

Marc-Andre Fleury (30.60%--71 of 232 votes)

Max Pacioretty (16.81%--39 of 232 votes)

Other* (12.07%--28 of 232 votes)

*= Inconclusive results.

Write-ins

“[Karlsson] because he looks like young Bill from Mamma Mia” [shfhdjdhf girl]

“fleury isn't hot you absolute monster” [???????? drink ur bitterness tea somewhere else pls]

“let's find out just how wild this boy is” [pftd dtduftdhjfgdjfghdjf]

Bonus/Honorable mentions:

The TWO people who put “colin miller’s eyelashes” lmfaoooo

Alrighty this is The End! If you’d like to see another survey by me let me know in my messages/ask!!! Also sorry for stealing de la Rose from u, habs fans

[cheesygrayson-blog]

Pitchers and Catchers Report (Grayson)

Summary: When your school’s baseball team plays a game against your biggest rivals, not all the competing is left on the field.

Warnings: Mild violence, baseball stuff, average writing skills

Word Count: 3,931

enjoy :)

You sat down on the hot metal bleachers, ready to cheer on your high school's baseball team. They were playing Lincoln High, your biggest rivals, and the only other undefeated team in the division. There was always a lot of competitiveness and bad blood between the two schools, no matter what sport was being played. That being said, you lived in a fairly small community, and you were friends with a lot of the students there, when sports weren't involved.

You and your friends stood up and cheered when your team took the field, ready to go to work. They warmed up for a few minutes before the first batter got in to position. Despite your pitcher's stone face and deadly fastball, he hit a hard single on the very first pitch.

"That's alright, Brady!" you cheered, trying to encourage your team even though they probably couldn't hear you. Brady, your school's ace pitcher, had always had a little crush on you, but you tried to make it clear that the two of you were just friends. He'd asked you out twice throughout high school, and you'd gently rejected him both times, but you knew that his crush was still alive and well.

The next two batters struck out on three pitches each, which had you feeling comfortable, until you saw who was batting clean up.

"Is that Grayson Dolan?" you asked, even though you knew it was him thanks to the "DOLAN" printed across the back of his jersey.

"Yeah," your friend Brooke answered.

"I thought he was a senior last-"

You were cut off by the loud crack of Grayson's bat connecting with Brady's pitch. Everyone in the bleachers let out a collective gasp as the ball cut through the air, easily sailing well past the reach of your center fielder, who was climbing the outfield fence trying to rob Grayson of his home run. You couldn't help but admire his swing, but rolled your eyes hard when he flipped his bat and trotted around the bases like he was a modern day Barry Bonds.

"What a douche," you muttered, watching him strut back to his dugout and high five his teammates.

The next few innings went by fairly uneventfully. Grayson was catching, and it pained you to admit that he was good at what he did. Your school did manage to score one run on a throwing error by the other team's short stop. The ball was thrown much too hard, way over Grayson's head, allowing the runner to easily slide in to home plate. Grayson was visibly ticked off, lifting his mask and yelling across the field to his teammate. He managed to cool off before the ump interfered, crouching behind the plate and spitting in to the dirt.

It wasn't until the bottom of the sixth that things took a turn.

The bases were loaded with two outs, and Brady was up to bat. Grayson stood and signaled for his outfielders to move in, assuming he wasn't going to make strong contact.

The first three pitches were balls. Brady looked at a strike for the fourth, and fouled on the fifth to fill the count. The next pitch could have been called either way from where you were sitting, but the ump called it a ball, allowing Brady to take a base and for a run to walk in. Grayson obviously disagreed, as he stood up and took his helmet off, exchanging some words with the man standing behind him. Brady was still close enough to hear the exchange and said something, you weren't sure what, but it obviously didn't settle well with Grayson, as he whipped around and got right in his face. Grayson's face was shiny and his hair was sticking to his sweaty forehead, and he had a look in his eyes that could rival the fires in the pits of hell.

The two were locked in a heated argument, and it looked like Grayson was just about to throw a punch when the ump finally broke it up and Brady took his base. The dugouts didn't clear and no one was ejected, but you could clearly hear Grayson yell a threat down the first base line.

"Catch me after I beat you, pussy ass bitch!"

Your jaw dropped, and you were surprised that he didn't get thrown out after that. You could see him getting a warning, but he brushed it off like the arrogant asshole he was and got back into his position.

Evening fell and the game progressed with no more excitement. Brady was taken out in the seventh in exchange for one of your relief pitchers, so he and Grayson didn't have to face each other on the field again. It ended up being quite a pitcher's duel, and your team was beaten by Grayson's by one run in the tenth inning. You could tell that your boys were disappointed in themselves, and the raucous cheering coming from the visitor's dugout wasn't helping.

"Come on, let's go greet the team," you said to your friends, standing up and walking towards the gate that led to the locker rooms.

You waited there for a few minutes before the players started ambling off the field. Brady stopped next to you, as he usually did, and sighed. You brought a hand up to sympathetically squeeze his arm.

"Hey, you played a good game," you said.

"We lost," he muttered, his head hanging in defeat.

"Well yeah, but-"

"I gave up a two run homer in the first inning."

"Hey," you said firmly. "Those were the only two runs you gave up, and the game went in to extras. You played well, don't beat yourself up too much."

"Hey, Johnson!" a deep voice yelled from a few yards away. Both you and Brady turned in the direction of the sound. Grayson was walking towards you, flanked by the rest of his team, with a cocky smirk on his face.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)," Grayson sneered, eyeing you up and down before he turned his attention back to Brady. "This your girl, Johnson?"

You felt Brady stiffen before you responded. "First of all, I'm no ones girl. Second of all, fuck off Grayson."

"So you're available, then," he said, poking his tongue out the side of his mouth.

"Not to you," you sassed.

"Ooh, feisty. I like a challenge, baby," he trailed a finger down your bare arm, which you ripped away from his touch. You knew he was only saying these things to get under Brady's skin, and you honestly couldn't stand Grayson, but you couldn't deny that he was extremely good looking, and hearing him talk about you like that stirred something in your gut.

You were glaring at Grayson when Brady cleared his throat. You quickly snapped out of it, noticing that you were the only three left on the field.

"I should go in, Coach is gonna be wondering where I am," Brady said, directing his words at you but looking at Grayson from the corner of his eye.

"Okay, go ahead. I'll see you later at Matt's?" you asked. He nodded his head and was about to leave, but before he could walk away you wrapped your arms around his waist and gave him a tight hug, which he returned without any hesitation. You made sure to lock eyes with Grayson while you were wrapped in his embrace, who rolled his eyes and stalked off to join the rest of his team in the guest locker room. You loosened your grip on Brady, but held on to his arms, wanting to ask a question that had been biting at you for the last hour or so.

"Hey, what did you say to Grayson when you got walked? It seemed to really set him off," you inquired, recalling the almost fight between the two of them.

"Uh, I... I can't remember," he stammered. "It was just like an in the moment thing, you know?" Brady swallowed thickly and looked at his cleats. "I should head in, see you later," he said, turning around and bolting inside.

"Okayyy..." you spoke in to the empty air, heading towards the parking lot to meet up with your friends.

"What took you so long?" Annie asked once you joined the girls waiting for you.

"Yeah, we've been sitting here waiting for like ten minutes. Did Brady finally get in your pants?" Brooke joked.

"Will you shut up?" you laughed. "No, I just had like a weird exchange with Brady and Grayson."

"What? We left while Grayson and them were all still in their dugout," Jane whined, upset that they'd missed the action. "What happened?"

"Nothing, really," you said, furrowing your brow. "It was just weird."

"Alright, well, whatever," Annie said. "We have to go get ready."

The four of you piled in to Annie's car and drove back to her house to get ready to go to Matt's. Matt was the guy in your high school who was always hosting a party. His family owned a camp that wasn't very far from town, and not a weekend went by where it wasn't full of drunk teenagers.

There wasn't much you had to do to get ready, just touch up your makeup and grab your alcohol. Parties in your town were always BYOB, and they were very casual. It would be highly unusual for a girl to show up to a party wearing some kind of club dress and heels. Before long, you were back in the passenger seat of Annie's car, making the short drive to Matt's.

"I heard a few guys from Lincoln are coming tonight," Brooke announced from the back seat.

"I'm not really surprised," Jane replied. "I mean, they're already in the area, might as well come party."

"I hope nothing happens," you said while anxiously chewing on your thumbnail.

"I hope shit hits the fan," Brooke laughed. "I haven't seen a good fight in forever, we could all use the excitement."

You stayed silent the rest of the way to the party, suddenly dreading the rest of the night. Luckily, when you got there, the only other people there were from your school, save for a few girls from Lincoln.

"Hey Macey!" you called across the room, waving to your friend while you sipped on your mixture of sprite and coconut rum. Even though she attended the rival school, she wasn't one to brag when they beat you.

"Hey girl," she smiled, pulling you in to a hug. "Crazy game, right?"

"Yeah, I honestly thought Grayson was going to deck Brady," you shuddered at the memory of their little disagreement on the field.

"Do you know what he said to him?"

"No, I asked after the game but he said he couldn't remember."

"Bullshit, I bet it was something about you," she rolled her eyes and giggled, clearly already a little tipsy.

You made a weird face at her and laughed, there was no way some comment about you would set Grayson off like that. You brushed it off, though, and didn't ask why she thought that, assuming she was just drunk and talking crazy.

The night progressed with no sign of any trouble from Lincoln. A few boys that weren't on the baseball team showed up, but that didn't really cause any kind of altercation.

You were still slowly working on your first drink an hour later, knowing that you were a lightweight and you'd have a strong buzz after two. You had just taken the last sip when an arm was slung around your shoulder, making you let out a surprised squeal.

"Hey, baybay," Brady slurred, laughing at the way he pronounced "baby."

"Brady? Are you drunk already? It's only," you paused to check the time on your phone. "Barely eleven o'clock."

"Girl, I started taking shots as soon as I left the field," he laughed. His hand started drifting lower than your comfort zone allowed, so you stepped out of his grasp.

"Watch the hands, buddy," you warned. You used a joking tone, but you were one hundred percent serious.

"Aw, c'mon, (Y/N)," he whined. "What's a guy gotta do to-"

He was cut off when the door of the camp burst open, revealing Grayson, his twin brother Ethan, and their friend Nate.

"Let's go," Brady said, sounding frantic and tugging on your wrist.

"No," you pulled against his grip but he wouldn't let go. "Brady, I'm not leaving, let go of me."

"Please (Y/N), we don't have to leave, just come with me outside," he begged, trying to pull you towards the back door.

"Brady, no, stop-"

"Johnson," a firm voice said, directly behind you. "Let go of her."

"Make me, dick," Brady replied, tugging you forward again. Before he could make any progress in pulling you towards the door, Grayson's hand reached out from behind you and clutched Brady's forearm. You could feel his broad chest pressed against your back, and you involuntarily shivered when his arm circled your shoulders so he could get a grip on you in order to pull you from Brady's grasp. Grayson was easily able to get Brady to drop your arm, and he let go of you as soon as you were free.

"Now run along," Grayson spat, throwing his arm down. Brady turned around, and Grayson turned to you.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

You furrowed your brow and looked up at him, wondering why he cared. "Yeah, I'm fi-"

Before you could finish your sentence, Brady's fist connected with Grayson's jaw, almost hitting you in the process. You shrieked at the surprise, and anyone who's attention wasn't already on the three of you turned to look at the commotion.

Unfortunately for Brady, Grayson was completely sober and twice his size, so he really didn't stand a chance. All Grayson really had to do was deliver a firm shove, and Brady was on the floor. Some of the other players on your school's baseball team helped him up, and held him back from coming for Grayson again. You looked at him with wide eyes while he rubbed his jaw. He looked down, meeting your gaze again with his dilated pupils.

"Are you okay?" he asked a second time.

"Yeah, I'm fine, but you need to leave," you said, forcing him to turn back towards the front door and pushing him all the way outside.

You only stopped pushing him once you were both outside, away from all the bedlam that was happening inside.

"(Y/N), listen," Grayson started, but you cut him off.

"No, Grayson. What were you thinking coming here? You had to have known that something like this was going to happen. Was this your plan? Did you want to start a fight?" you were dangerously close to yelling at him, but thanks to the alcohol in your system, you didn't even care.

"I just had to make sure..." he started, but trailed off.

"Had to make sure what? Had to make sure to beat Brady twice in one night? Had to make sure he-"

"I had to make sure you were okay!" Grayson shouted, cutting you off. "There, happy?" he followed in a slightly softer voice.

"What?" you asked, genuine confusion written on your face. "What are you talking about? And why do you care?"

He didn't respond, he just clenched his jaw and folded his arms across his impossibly large chest. You rolled your eyes and sighed, annoyed with his silence.

"Well, I'm fine. I was even more fine before you showed up, but I'm as good as I can be considering, so are you satisfied?"

Grayson was silent for a few more seconds before he looked back in to your eyes. "Do you know what he said to me after he got walked in the sixth?"

"N-no," you stammered, surprised at his question. "I asked him but he said he forgot, he said it was just an in the moment thing."

"Well, that's bullshit," he said. "Do you want to know what he actually said?"

"What?"

"He said 'I'll just take this base now, (Y/N) will give me the rest later.'"

Your jaw hit the floor, shocked that Brady would say something like that. He had always been so sweet and respectful, until he got all handsy with you. The only conclusion your brain could come to was that Grayson had to have been lying.

"Yeah right, he did not," you scoffed. "He knows we're just friends, and why would you care anyway? What does it matter to you if I went inside and fucked him right now?"

"It's true, go ask him," Grayson said, gesturing towards the camp. "He's been saying that shit about you for years, just because he knows it ticks me off."

"But that's what I'm saying, Grayson! Why do you care? It's not like you're my brother, or my boyfriend, or..."

You trailed off when you realized how close he had gotten. You hadn't even noticed Grayson moving closer to you until you felt his breath hitting your face. The two of you were locked in a tense staring contest, neither of you wanting to back down before the other. You didn't even look away when you felt Grayson's hand slip around to cup the back of your neck, or when he leaned in so close that your noses were touching. You only broke eye contact when he placed his lips on yours, causing a tiny whimper to sound from the back of your throat.

It only lasted a second, and you didn't know if it was the small amount alcohol coursing through your veins or the great amount of sexual tension between the two of you, but as soon as Grayson pulled away, you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him back in, slamming your mouth against his. Grayson kissed you back immediately, snaking an arm around your waist to pull you tight against himself. You brought the hand that was on his neck down to run over his muscular shoulders while the other one combed through the soft hair on the back of his head. Grayson's free hand trailed down your thigh and hooked around your knee, pulling your leg up.

"Jump," he mumbled into your mouth before pulling away to grab your other leg. You hopped up and wrapped your legs around his waist, and Grayson caught you easily and shoved your back against the wall. The siding wasn't the most comfortable surface for you be pressed against, but you didn't care. The feeling of the wooden slats digging in to your back disappeared when Grayson started sucking on your collar bone, anyway.

"Don't leave a mark," you breathed. You didn't want to have to explain to anyone why you suddenly had a hickey on your chest. Grayson obeyed, and moved his lips back to your own.

Grayson had just pushed his tongue into your mouth when you heard the door swing open. You had completely forgotten that there was a room full of people on the other side of the wall you were being supported by, and that someone could catch you at any moment.

"(Y/N)?"

You broke away from Grayson and whipped your head around to see Brady standing there in the doorway, wide eyed and open mouthed.

"Brady, hi," you said awkwardly, slightly out of breath from making out with Grayson, who was still holding you up against the wall, gripping your thighs.

"W-what... what are you doing?" Brady whimpered.

"Just, ya know, hanging out," you said, turning your attention back to Grayson, who was looking at Brady with an expression that wasn't necessarily cocky, but definitely wasn't remorseful.

"Gray," you whispered, gaining his attention. "Put me down."

He gently set you back on your feet and trailed his hands up your sides, making sure to keep a hand on your back when you turned to face Brady.

"Why were you making out with him?" Brady asked, disgust with a hint of hurt dripping from his voice.

"I don't know, Brady, I just figured, since you took first base during the game, it seems only fair that I'd give him the rest," you crossed your arms and glared at him as the realization hit his face.

"(Y/N), I didn't mean that, it was just-"

"It was just in the moment? What about all the other things you've said about me? I thought we were friends, Brady."

"We are friends," he mumbled, eyes on the ground, not daring to look you in the eyes.

"Then why would you say those things?" you asked, your turn to sound hurt.

"I'm sorry, I just... I don't know why I said them."

"Yeah, well I do," you spat, all the hurt in your voice replaced with a fresh wave of anger. "You said it just to get under Grayson's skin. You used me as a weapon in your stupid little competition with him. I hope you're happy with the result."

"(Y/N), come on, let me take you home," Grayson said, lacing his fingers with yours.

"(Y/N), no, you can't leave with him!" Brady yelled when you started to walk away.

"Why not?" you asked.

"Because... because you barely know him!"

"Well, I really don't want to be here, and it's not like I'm letting you take me home," you scoffed at his lame attempt at getting you to stay with him.

"Just stay here, I'm sorry about what I said," he pleaded.

"Yeah, whatever," you said while rolling your eyes and turning away from him. "Bye Brady, have fun getting the rest of your bases covered."

You and Grayson had walked about twenty feet when you heard Brady yell from the house.

"You're gonna regret this, Dolan!"

Grayson raised his hand and waved without turning around, obviously not bothered by his threat.

"Hey, Grayson?"

"Hm?" he hummed, looking down at you and squeezing your hand that was still laced with his.

"Thanks... for earlier."

"You're going to have to elaborate, babe," he chuckled. "A lot happened earlier."

"For getting Brady to let go of me, and for telling me what he said, and, yeah," you were glad that it was dark out, because you could feel how hard you were blushing.

"And yeah," Grayson laughed and dropped your hand, slinging an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close, walking the rest of the way to his car like that.

The drive to your house was quiet, neither of you having anything that needed to be said, other than you giving Grayson the occasional "turn left at the next stop sign," and the likes.

"It's this one right up here," you said as your house came in to view. Grayson pulled over and slowed to a stop in front of your driveway.

"Thanks for the ride," you said as you pushed the door open and climbed out of the car. You had only taken a few steps up the driveway when you heard the buzz of a window being rolled down.

"Hey, (Y/N)," Grayson called. You turned around and leaned forward to see him leaning across the center console so he could see you.

"Yeah?"

"We should hang out sometime," he said with a half smile and a hopeful look in his eyes.

You gave him a smile of your own, and you were thankful for the darkness for a second time that night, as you felt your cheeks heating up. You pretended to think about it for a few seconds before giving him an answer.

"Maybe."

[millionmovieproject]

The Reason You Know What The Ramones Look Like, and Why I Became a Photographer

My memory isn't great.  It is, but it isn't.  I don't remember things on my own, a defense mechanism gone crazy, most everything before right now is a blank spot.  When I listen to a song, hear someone telling a story from the past, or see something that jogs my memory, I get flooded with images as vivid as if I were reliving them.

Listening to Elvis Costello's "Alison", focusing in particular on the line "my aim is true", a phrase I've always been fond of, I experienced a good memory jog.  In early high school, for photography class, we had to do the obligatory report and presentation about a famous photographer of our choosing.  While everyone else profiled Matthew Brady, Man Ray, Annie Leibovitz, and that woman who photographs babies as vegetables, I, as usual, wasn't content with profiling the obvious.  Reports were no big deal, I could do it with my eyes closed.  Presentations?  Who cares, I was desperate for attention anyway, but no photographer seemed to really appeal to me.  I'd either seen it a million times and it bored me, or I just didn't care.  But then I found someone.  Someone no one else knew about.

It was very normal for me to not be understood, I was always off somewhere else, on some other level, talking about movies, music, and people no one my age had ever heard of, and generally got better conversations out of their parents.  So when I stumbled across the work of Roberta Bayley, I was charmed and hooked.  Never heard of her?  Don't worry neither has anyone else.  When I started to dig into her back log, I quickly found out she was one of the coolest, most badass people in photography, and photographic history.  Why?  Because you've seen her work without even knowing it, and she was one of the main reasons anyone saw what Elvis Costello, Debbie Harry, Joan Jett, The Ramones, The New York Dolls, The Sex Pistols, and damn near anyone else in the 70-80s Punk scene looked like.

She was the girl that was with the band.  She was the one who staged shots, and shot from the stage.  She shot album covers, she shot concert photography, she was everywhere with everyone.  She toured with The Sex Pistols—wrap your head around that one, toured. With. The. Sex Pistols.  You’ve got to have some serious balls not only to hang, but to do a job, and capture it all on film.  Hers was some of the first serious photography I’d ever seen who’s work had a casual snapshot feel to it, whether it be the music in action, or an intimate portrait.  At the time, the mainstream, or even fans of the music scene must not have been taking it very seriously.  Her work broke the rules. 

                                  (Roberta Bayley, self-portrait)

A girl out on her own, she kept up with a tough crowd, chronicling everything from rehearsals, to shows, to after-parties that raged on all night, to the downtime on the tours, where some of the most iconic musicians of all time, then just kids themselves, frolicked on beaches, wandered through dank subways, and clamored in lonely hotel rooms between gigs.  There was no Punk scene without her.  She was as vital to it’s creation as the artists themselves.  To be so vital to such an important time in youth culture and music, must have been staggeringly incredible.  I’d found my photographer to profile.

                                (Debbie Harry & Joey Ramone, 1977)

My school years were shit, they left me with very little to want to recall, but if it gave me anything, stumbling upon her work blew my mind and gave me a tremendous sense of oneupsmanship on all the other kids knowing they didn’t know who I was talking about, and didn’t know why it mattered.  A small, but lasting victory.  

During those years, I photographed shows, rehearsal, get-togethers and breakups of many young bands, I’m not even sure any of the shots exist anymore, and though I was already interested in photography, I probably never would have kept it up if it weren’t for her work showing me that it could be anything and anyway I wanted to be.  Life doesn’t stand still for poses, the shows don’t pause to get a staged shot, and to this day whether I’m shooting stills or a film, it’s an outrageous thrill to be where the action is, especially when it’s in the music scene. 

You never know what your work will amount years down the road.  Look her up, be inspired, do your thing.

[wexhappyxfew]

Okay but now I’m imagining Annie and Brady snuggled up together for warmth but then they start getting handsy 🤭

ANON I JUST SCREAMEDDDD!!!!!!!!

the way now that im convinced i have to write this as a continuation of whatever tf annie and brady were getting up to in the bunk when ya know they were just ~cuddling~ for ~warmth~. this absolutely needs to happen. it needs to be done.

im very much 👀👀👀 this ask. ya know. i think i have to write it no LMFAOOOO ANON I LOVE YOUUUUUU 🫶🫶🫶🫶

[welldonebeca]

The Sorority Ceremony (V)

WC: 1.1k words Warnings: Stanford times. Fluff. Praise kink. Overstimulation. Exhibitionism. Vaginal fingering. Thigh riding. Daddy kink.

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Sam walked to Antoinette's front, quickly sitting on the little seat under her and covering her pussy with his mouth, eating her out, desperate to feel her taste again, to make her scream more.

Fuck, he needed to keep her to himself, needed to be the only one tasting her pussy, fucking her cunt.

Her small hands moved to his hair, tugging, crying and screaming so loudly he knew everyone was loving watching every second of it.

"Sam," she arched her hips in his direction, both chasing him and pushing him away. "Sam."

He didn't stop and pushed his fingers inside her, thrusting hard. Eager. Hungry.

Sam squeezed her thigh together, sucking her clit and moaning as he felt his face wet from her juices, and watched as she arched back, crying out loud and squeezing his fingers again, gushing into his fingers, and drank from it with gusto.

His face and dream were dripping completely.

His brother Dean always said he was a messy eater.

Sam couldn't help himself, climbing up her body and kissing her lips, devouring her as his hand moved the way he wished his cock could be doing, and she mewled into the kiss.

"Sam," Annie whined, clinging to his shoulders as he pulled away from her lips.

He opened his eyes, staring into hers, and smirked at her half-closed gaze.

"Please," she reached for his pants, weakly pulling on his shirt and reaching for his belt. "Please, need it."

Sam pulled his fingers away and slapped her pussy, earning a loud moan from her.

Fucking hell.

That little tempting minx.

When he looked at Brady, he rolled his eyes. There was a girl kneeling between his legs and sucking his cock.

"She just had her sixth," he moaned, pointing at the board. "Antoin. Four to go."

Sam nodded, taking a bottle of water from the hands of a redhead girl with a wicked smirk, though he ignored her, pushing his hair back as it started to mat down from sweat.p

He watched Annie with the corner of his eyes as Jess walked to her side again, giving her water and snacks.

"Are you going to fuck her?" Brady asked, and he turned right back to him, finding him with the same girl sitting right on his lap, fingering her. "She's begging, Sammy."

The girl clung to his friend’s shoulders, moving her hips, grinding against him and moaning softly.

"You're gonna cream your pants if you don't fuck her," he smirked.

Sam scoffed. He had self-control, come on. What was he thinking?

"She's gonna cum," he remarked, pointing at the girl on his lap.

Brady moved to pay attention to his own girl, and Sam adjusted his cock in his pants, trying not to grunt at the small stimulation.

Fuck, he was harder than he ever remembered being.

Sam needed to fuck Antoinette.

But this was her ceremony, all about her, not about him.

"Bring me the toys," he decided.

Sam caressed Antoinette's thigh with his fingertips just as Jess placed a seat and a box by his side.

He wouldn't cream his pants, but maybe it wasn't that good idea to drag this.

"What colour are we on, pretty girl?" he asked.

He watched her face and licked his lips as she nodded.

"Green," she whined.

Sam hummed slowly.

"Such a good girl," he praised her, ignoring how Jess was looking at him.

Annie nodded, and he reached for the long vibrating toy, slowly teasing her folds with it before tapping on her clit, smirking when she jumped a little bit.

"Gotta give you number seven, pretty girl," he reminded her, increasing the speed as he tapped away.

She whined, long leg shaking by his side, and he licked his lips, watching her.

"Want me to make you cum quick, Annie?" he asked softly.

He pressed the toy to her clit and held her hips down, kissing her available skin as she moaned again, a little weaker and needier.

"You're doing so well," he spoke softly. "Such a good girl, giving me everything, giving me a show..."

Antoinette sucked in a long breath, followed by some soft little sounds, needy, and he reached for the box, pulled a dildo sealed inside a plastic bag, and took it from inside, pushing it into her pussy.

It was far too thin and short to be anything like Sam's cock, but couldn't help imagining it was.

He knew he was going to get off imagining himself fucking her, he just did.

"Sam," she whined.

He watched her pussy squeezing around the dildo, and smiled.

Such a sensitive girl.

"Cum for me again, baby," he kissed her knee again. "Go on."

And Annie did, a little quieter this time, whining and squirming, and Sam was surprised when another orgasm followed after that one.

He was ready to pull the toys away, to give her a break, but her voice grew louder.

"Don't stop," she begged. "Don't stop, Sam. Please, please."

Her body shook over on the chair again, on the 9th orgasm, and Sam pulled the toys away, setting her aside and caressing her body as she calmed down.

To his surprise, Antoinette reached for his shoulders and held him close.

"Can I sit on your lap?" she whimpered. "Please, Sam?"

"Just one more, Sam," Jess announced.

Gosh, she deserved a little break.

"Of course, sweet girl," he kissed her cheek.

He sat down on the chair and caressed her back as Annie put her face in the crook of his neck.

"How do you feel?" Sam asked. "What's your colour?"

“Green,” she mumbled.

He nodded along, and caressed her hair, raising his eyebrows when she started grinding against him.

"Annie?"

"Want your cock," she begged. "Please, Sam."

He closed his eyes, feeling his cock throbbing inside his pants.

Fuck, he was going to cream his pants if she continued to do that.

Sam moaned darkly.

Fucking hell.

"Behave, baby girl," he grunted, pushing her hips away from him, dropping one of his legs and making her straddle just one of his thighs. "You know I can't, not here."

"Please," she insisted, rubbing herself on his leg. "I'm good. I'm so good."

Antoinette continued to rub herself on him, faster, with her desperate little sounds growing louder and needier.

"But I need it," she cried. "Need your cock, please."

Sam closed his eyes, zoning out everyone else in the room.

"Just one more, princess," he caressed her back. "Just one more and we go to my room, and I'll fuck you."

Annie clung to his shoulders, moving her hips faster, moaning into his shoulder.

"Daddy," she moaned softly. "Daddy, daddy..."

"Cum for me, baby girl," he kissed her temple. "Cum for daddy."

She did, wetness damping the fabric of his pants, and body quivering all through.

"Ten!" someone shouted into the room. "Antoinette!"

"Antoinette is a sister!" Jess announced.

Sam didn't even pay attention to them, standing on his feet while carrying her, and could hear when Brady laughed loudly.

"Antoinette is getting fucked!" he announced, making Sam roll his eyes.

“Daddy,” she whined.

“I’m taking you upstairs, baby,” he kissed her neck. “Don’t worry.”

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Thoughts on tonight’s ep (Spoilers)

Poor Rowena...after all of that, even if Billie had been willing to deal, she couldn’t have helped.  Demons go to the Empty when they die.  She couldn’t bring Crowley back if she wanted to.

Poor Cas...I’ve wondered a few times whether he’d turn out to be the last of his kind, and it looks like it might actually happen.  Even if he’s able to find Gabriel and bring him home to Heaven, unless they’re able to find Jack to either bring back the dead angels from the Empty or make new ones, the days of the standard-issue angels may be drawing to a close.  And whatever happens, Cas has to live with the fact that he’s the one who killed so many of them.

Where the hell is Lucifer?  And Anael?

And let’s stop for a moment and contemplate exactly what that would mean, if all the souls in Heaven fell back to Earth and became ghosts.  Chaos and mayhem and death, oh, yes.  And no sending them on, because there’d be no peaceful existence anymore to send them to, but consider the implications for the boys personally.

All the souls of the people they couldn’t save.

All the souls they and their fellow hunters have ever sent on to their eternal reward.

And all the friends and family they and theirs have lost over the years, suddenly in mortal danger all over again...

Eilieen Leahy

Charlie Bradbury

(the real) Meg Masters

Sarah Blake

Rufus Turner

Millie Winchester

Victor Henriksen

Kaia Nieves

Ash

Kate Milligan

Alan Corbett

Missouri Moseley

Pastor Jim

Pamela Barnes

(the real) Brady

Samuel Colt

Bobby Singer

Josie Sands

Jimmy and Amelia Novak

Asa Fox

Kelly Kline

Cyrus Stein

Andy Gallagher

Jo Harvelle

Magda Peterson

Deanna Campbell

Annie Hawkins

Tasha Barnes

Kevin Tran

Molly McNamara

Karen Singer

Henry Winchester

Nancy Fitzgerald

Gwen Campbell

Mick Davies

Ellen Harvelle

Gavin MacLeod

Layla Rourke

....Jessica Moore.

[annychristine831]

Changes That Madden Needs to Make to Fix its Franchise Mode

#FixMaddenFranchise has been trending since last week on Twitter and for the last several years in the fans’ minds. The NFL is the most popular sporting league in America, and people take anything to do with the prestigious association, very seriously. So, it isn’t surprising when amidst a global pandemic, racially unstable society, and the highest unemployment rate in ‘forever,’ we are concerned about fixing a video game.

Dark jokes apart, it is high time that the makers of this game take things seriously. After 2013, and fans concur on this, the game has been a below-average effort on the developers’ part. It is like they wait until the very last day to work on it and then do the most basic job possible to clear sales and increase profits. Although, it might be becoming counter-intuitive since the rebellion has started among fans, and they aren’t happy at all.

A “new version” is out, and fans aren’t buying it!

Okay, we might ‘buy’ the game because we love to hate it, but we aren’t buying the whole “new version” part. The improvements and updates are nothing but patch fixes and would have quickly been done to Madden’20 itself. The sales that are happening are because of the other modes such as Madden Ultimate Team and Knockout superstar. But the bread and butter of Madden is its franchise mode. And the makers couldn’t stand a chance at success from here on now if they do not lend an ear to the fans.

Making Madden a money-making machine

There’s so much focus on Online mode and not so much on the offline one because the makers can make money from microtransactions in the online mode. The franchise mode, which fans adore, has remained untouched in seven years, and it’s time to make significant amendments. So while the people don’t mind anybody profiting, they want to pay for a product that they deserve.

Here are some changes that EA Sports should look into, to make Madden a better place for everyone:

Give us back the Training camp

In 2004, a minicamp mode was released¬— drills as per the player’s position to improve them as they head into the regular season. Training camp provided for a fun way to prepare your players for the regular season, where an unready body costs teams. Fans stayed up all night to get gold in these drills, but after 2013, we never saw the exercises again. We have to have something like a training camp to get out ahead in the season. Currently, there are only four-pre-season games, which everybody simulates. So, a training camp will be a welcome addition.

Revamp the drafting & scouting

Scouting and Drafting are crucial areas for football, which affect the whole season. Since the name of the mode is ‘franchise mode,’ we ought to have some semblance of being able to build one up correctly. In the current drafting situation, it is either round one or bust. Fans are tired of complaining about this and not getting anywhere with it. The rest of the rounds don’t carry any surprises or respectable talent, which does nothing but create an unrealistic vibe for the game. Since the NFL is famous for having gems come out from the later rounds like Cowboys QB Dak Prescott (Round 4) or the GOAT Tom Brady (Round 6). The drafting process has remained unchanged in almost ten years, and there’s just no way it hasn’t reached EA Sports yet.

Where’s the depth, EA?

MLB, NFL, and NBA are the top three sports leagues. And in real life, the NFL is at the top in all aspects of the country. But virtually, the amount of success enjoyed by NFL’s virtual counterpart stands nowhere close. The versions of Madden released after 2013 don’t seem like the work of a behemoth company like EA. The player’s information, news updates, and locker room chatter all play a role in building and succeeding as a franchise. And Madden doesn’t give us anything properly. No proper scouting, no in-depth player analysis, and you aren’t even privy to the national news (only the local ones).

Customize everything!

If you look at the franchise mode of NBA2K, Madden’s foremost foe, you’ll find everything you want Madden to be. The draft classes date back to the 1960s (when the NBA wasn’t even that great), so you can re-play history. They create expanded records and track everything. You can trade draft picks from the past five years on your team for additional transfer cache, there’s in-depth scouting, and even the off-season has been made attractive.

And we haven’t even discussed customization yet. NBA2K allows you to create a fully customizable team. You can move them anywhere and have a mascot with the name of your choice. While Madden has relocation too, but it is restrictive, and you can’t even name your team or select a city of your choice (you’ve to choose from the list). Even MLB has gotten this feature in their game.

But Madden wasn’t always this disappointing; long-term fans remember how amazing the gameplay and player analysis used to be. There were national news reports and detailed player profiles. Maybe, they just got lazy and stopped brainstorming for new ideas. It is time to get back on the drawing board EA.

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[roggling]

The Proposal [Kidge AU] Part 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

The next morning, the two slept peacefully in their respective corners of the room: Katie sleeping stiff on the bed while Keith was splayed out throughout the floor.

Suddenly, Katie woke up and sat down on the bed, "Where am I?" Katie looked around, realizing she was still in Alaska and looked around for a clock, "What time is it?"

Katie turned to her nightstand and felt for a clock since it was too dark for her to see. But as she searched, she accidentally touched the remote that shuts the blinds and curtains, making them move and expose the bright sunlight.

Katie frantically grabbed the remote and clicked it continuously, trying to stop the curtains before it showed too much sunlight. Once they stopped, Katie sat resigned on her bed, and then got curious and crawled to the edge of the bed, trying to catch a glimpse of Keith.

He was sleeping peacefully and his navy blue tee was lifted up, exposing his abs. Katie breathed out in relief that he didn't catch her checking him out and backed up into her bed again. As Katie turned to put the remote away, she caught sight of her messy hair and pale face from the mirror on the nightstand.

"Oh God," Katie exclaimed, frantically trying to fix her hair with her hands and grabbed the lip gloss from the side of the table. She tapped it with her finger lightly and dabbed her lips with a small bit, trying to bring life to the pale patch of skin. With her fingers, she cleaned the skin around her eyes and lightly slapped her cheeks to make them red.

As she laid herself back down to "sleep", she heard a knock on the door, making her sit right back up. From behind the door, she could hear her mother, "Room service. Breakfast for the happy couple." Katie's eyes widened as she realized that Keith nor her were sleeping on the same bed and her parents would be suspicious.

Katie frantically started to whisper, "Keith! Keith! Keith." Keith only responded with a tired groan, but Katie knew he was still not awake.

"Keith! Kei-" Katie got an idea and threw a pillow at him, causing him to wake right up and look straight at her. She frantically started signaling towards the door, "My mom's at the door. Get up here."

Keith laid confused on the floor processing what Katie just said. Once he heard another knock, he got up to his feet and threw the pillow right back at Katie, who put the pillow aside. Keith threw the baby blanket, which he was sleeping on, on top of her and she frantically tried to put it away, "Not the baby blanket. Get it off, get it off, get it off."

Keith got right under the covers and settled himself in as Katie pulled the covers on top of them both. Keith then got a good look of Katie's face, "Wait a second. Hold on."

Katie, who was still fixing the covers, answered, "What?"

Keith closed in on her face and squinted, "Are you wearing makeup?"

Katie froze but managed to answer quickly, "What? No. Of course not." Katie turned her back on Keith so she didn't see the smirk he was wearing when he saw she put on makeup for him.

Keith then looked towards Katie, "OK, so what do we do?"

Katie started backing up into him, "Just spoon me."

Keith nodded, "OK."

But the moment their bodies touched Katie jumped away, "What was that?!"

Keith turned red and exclaimed with his hands, "I'm sorry. It's morning."

Katie, still not understanding, asked, "What do you mean, 'It's morning'?"

Keith made a 'You know what I mean.' kinda face and they heard the door knock one more time.

Keith yelled out to the door, "Just a second. Yeah, come on in." Katie backed up into Keith once more and let him wrap his arm around her as she grumbled, "Disgusting."

Finally, Colleen walked in with a tray in her hand holding coffee, cinnamon rolls, and eggs. Keith dug his head in Katie's hair in a loving way. The two of them oohed at the breakfast and Katie smiled at her mother, "Ooh. Smells good."

Keith only said one thing, "Cinnamon rolls." Need I say more?

Colleen placed the food on a nightstand near Keith as his mouth watered at the sight of cinnamon rolls. Katie rolled her eyes at Keith and told her mother, "You shouldn't have gone through all that trouble!" Colleen smiled and shook her head, "It's no trouble at all."

"Shee Katie? She shays itch no problem at all. Jusht acshept the food." Katie turned and saw Keith trying to speak with his mouth full of cinnamon rolls. Katie shook her head and smiled at her fiance when she suddenly heard another voice join in, "Hey. You got room for one more?"

Her father walked in the room with an embarrassed smile on his face. Katie turned red that her father had to see her in bed with a man and she turned towards Keith, who was happily finishing his cinnamon roll.

Katie turned back to her father, "Could we not do the Brady family meeting right now? We just got up... if you don't mind."

Katie's father looked a little hurt but began, "Well before we take our leave. Your mother and I have come up with a proposition and I happen to think it's a terrific idea-"

"-We want you to get married here tomorrow." Colleen interrupted Sam, her face beaming with happiness at the mere idea of a wedding.

Katie and Keith laid in shock with Keith only managing to spit out, "What?" Katie shook her head, "Mmm-mmm. No."

Colleen, however, was still happily exclaiming, "Well you were gonna get married anyway so why don't you get married here where we can all be together and that way Grandma Annie can be a part of it."

Keith opened his mouth in realization, "Oh-Ohh. No. No, it's Grammy's big birthday tomorrow night. We don't want to ruin it. That's you know-"

Suddenly, Grammy herself walked in, "I've already had 89 birthday parties, I don't need another one."

Keith and Katie froze again as Grammy began again, "Oh it would be a dream come true for me to see my one of my grandchildren's weddings." Katie nodded, "Mm. There's always Matt, you know."

At that she could hear her brother yelling from the kitchen, "Pidge you and I both know I'm not getting married anytime soon!"

Katie smiled a closed lip smile and looked at her grandmother again, who was smiling wide at her and Keith, "So you'll do it?" Her grandmother asked as she walked closer.

Both she and Keith shook their heads no until Grammy added, "Before I'm dead?"

At that, the two of them nodded frantically and gave them a thumbs up. "OK."

Both Colleen and Grammy cheered excitedly as Colleen began explaining, "We'll handle everything. And you can be married like we did, in the barn."

Grammy added, "It's a Holt family tradition." Keith faked excitement, "Wow! I've always wanted to get married in a... barn. That's amazing, baby." Keith looked down at Katie smiling lovingly. At least I get to marry her.

Grammy clapped excitedly, "It's a sign from the universe that you're meant to be together. Oh! Come, we must give thanks." With that Grammy walked out the room, but both Sam and Colleen stayed. Mostly because Colleen was still beaming a blinding smile.

"Well, I know I should leave. But I'm just so excited." With that, Sam gently pushed Colleen away as she kept muttering things about the wedding.

The second they closed the door, Katie exclaimed, "Oh my God." She started breathing heavily and she leaned forward. Her head buried in her hands, she started panicking, "When my mom finds out this whole thing is a sham, she's gonna be crushed," Keith leaned forward to comfort her as she continued, "and my grandmother's gonna die."

Keith tried to reason, "She's not gonna die, Kati-"

"-And my father! What the hell was that? The whole wedding thing? What's that all about?" Keith leaned in and tried rubbing her back, "Your mother probably got him worked up into it. It's fine. They're not gonna find out. They're not gonna find out."

Katie shook her head and her hands muffled her voice, "Oh, God, Keith." Keith started massaging her back, "It's gonna turn out ok, OK? Just relax." Keith then wrapped his arms around her, "It's not like we're going to be married forever. We'll be happily divorced before you know it. It'll be fine. It'll be fine." Keith rubbed his hand up and down Katie's arm, not noticing that his hand left goosebumps wherever he touched.

Katie calmed down and watched Keith comfort her, admitting to herself that she liked the way he made her feel. "You okay?" Keith asked, breathing in the sweet scent of Katie's hair.

Katie nodded, "Yeah."

Keith hesitantly let go of Katie and smiled once his face was right in front of her own. Keith's stare wavered a bit and he pulled away from their intense stare, "I-uh-I'll get us some coffee."

Keith slid off the bed and walked over to the nightstand, pouring coffee from the coffee pot into two mugs, unaware of Katie's watchful eye. Katie's cheeks blushed as she realized just how cute he looks wearing grey sweatpants. Katie then realized... Maybe marrying Keith won't be so bad.

"You're right, you know... it's gonna be fine." Katie reassured herself as Keith nodded, "Absolutely. Everything is going to be great. But this guy's got to learn how to cook so he can keep his girl happy." Keith joked as he grabbed the plate of cinnamon rolls and the two coffees.

"Can't have her leaving me for another man." Katie laughed and reached for a cinnamon roll, but Keith pulled the plate away from her. "The coffee's for you. These cinnamon rolls are all mine."

Katie's jaw dropped as Keith slowly took a bite out of a cinnamon roll and he put the plate of cinnamon rolls on the nightstand on his side of the bed.

Katie shook her head, "That's not fair." Katie threw herself on top of Keith to try to reach a cinnamon roll but he only grabbed her waist and threw her to the other side of the bed, protecting his cinnamon rolls.

Katie was laughing and Keith was too. Katie tried again and Keith did the same again, but this time he threw her under him and he confidently smirked while his mouth held the cinnamon roll right in front of Katie's face. Katie glared when Keith pinned her arms to the bed and Keith only lowered the cinnamon closer to her lips.

Katie smirked and lifted her head a little bit, taking a huge bit from the cinnamon roll Keith held in his lips. He could feel her lips brush his own and, out of shock, he let go of the cinnamon roll, letting Katie eat the whole thing in one gulp.

His mouth hung open and he couldn't help but think that looked strangely attractive. Katie smiled innocently and tapped Keith's cheek in a light slap, "Don't mess with me, cowboy." Keith laughed and got off of Katie. She at straight, leaning against the bed frame as Keith studied her face.

Katie was chewing the cinnamon roll slowly, grabbing the mug of coffee to take a sip. Confused about Keith's sudden silence, she smacked her lips clean of the coffee and asked, "You alright?"

Keith snapped out of his trance and nodded, "Yeah. I'm-uh- just gonna go outside." Katie nodded and watched him as he got off the bed, "OK. That's the bathroom." Keith nodded, "Oh, yeah. I know. I'm going to use the bathroom, then going outside."

Katie nodded again and watched him close the door, "OK...OK... what the hell is wrong with me?" Katie whispered to herself as she threw herself face first into the pillows, mumbling about how stupid she was to get so close to Keith just seconds ago.

Keith was now riding a bike he found in the garage through the woods behind the house.

"Focus, Keith. Just focus. It's just a deal. She doesn't like you that way. Calm yourself," Keith kept muttering to himself as he rode through the woods, reminding himself that Katie was just playing the part and that he had to remember that they were going to divorce as soon as they can.

Suddenly, Keith could hear loud bangs of drums as he passed by a small clearing. He stopped the bike and listened, hearing some sort of chanting. Keith turned and looked and he caught sight of bright orange.

Keith left the bike next to a tree and tip-toed closer, though the leaves still made a loud crunching sound. As Keith walked closer he saw a person cloaked with a tribal cape decorated with navy blue, red, white, and cream chanting in a foreign language.

Keith winced as he stepped on a dead branch and it made a loud crack. The person spoke out, "Come to me, Keith of Texas."

Keith froze and contemplated whether he should run until he saw the person turn around, "It is I! Grandma Annie." Keith sighed in relief and said, "Oh! Well-uh-"

"I see you're a curious child. Come, see how I give thanks to Mother Earth."

Keith shook his head and waved her off, "No, it's OK. I'm not that curious."

Grandma Annie would have none of that, "Look around you. Mother Earth has provided all of this, just as she provided for you and Katie to be joined together."

"Oh."

"We must give thanks and ask that your loins be abundantly fertile."

"I think my loins are fine as they-"

"I insist!" Grammy threw some grains into the bonfire, making the fire burn much brighter. Keith sighed and began making his way down to join Grammy in 'thanking Mother Earth'.

As Grammy began chanting, Keith just copied what she did, hilariously wrong. Grammy then urged Keith, "Now you!" Keith raised an inquisitive, "Me?"

"Yes! Chant to the universe!"

"Chant?"

"Whatever comes to you."

Keith started copying everything Grammy was saying, "To the trees."

Grammy shouted, "To the universe!"

Keith winced and corrected himself, "To the universe!" Then he whispered the rest of his chants, "To the crazy. To the window, to the window. To the wall, to the wall. The sweat dripped down my-"

"Louder!"

Keith then started dancing ridiculously, "To the window, to the window. To the wall, to the wall. The sweat dripped down my balls. To all you-"

At the very moment, Keith started singing the very inappropriate song, Katie was walking through the woods looking for her fiance, pausing once she heard his familiar voice sing that song.

She started following the voice say, "Grammy! Let's take it to the bridge! Woo! Let me see you get low, you scared, you scared. Drop your *ss to the flo' you scared, you scared." Keith smiled once Grammy joined him every time he said 'you scared'.

Keith was laughing as he continued, "Now stop, woo, wiggle it. Now stop, woo, jiggle it, just jiggle it." Keith started shaking his butt, to Katie's amusement and he jumped up and down.

"Whatcha doin'?" Katie asked, extending her vowels as she looked Keith up and down. Keith immediately stopped dancing and turned around, embarrassed to see that Katie saw him dancing like that.

"Oh, uh. Gammy wanted me to... you know, chant. Chant from the heart." Keith was panting, trying to control his heartbeat as he tried to hide his face from Katie.

"Balls? That's what came to your heart?" Keith shook his head and almost laughed when Katie continued, "I mean if that's what you want Keith. You're with the wrong-"

"Shut up." Keith threw his scarf at Katie, making her laugh as she began telling him why she was there.

"Your phone's here. I'm going to town to pick it up. You wanna come?"

Keith nodded and walked to be next to Katie, "Yes! I want to go. Oh, hold on." Keith stopped and turned around, "Is it OK if I go with her?"

Grammy only nodded and extended her arms toward Katie, "What ever you do is what shall be." Keith nodded, but asked again, "But you're OK if I go?"

Grammy laughed and urged Keith on, "Fine. Go on."

Keith smiled in relief and waved, "Bye Grammy." He ran towards Katie and fell into pace with her as Katie waved goodbye to her grandmother.

Katie turned to Keith and whispered, "You're a freak." Keith shook his head, "Shut up." Katie only started laughing loudly and angered Keith a bit more, "Would you do it again for me?"

Keith only rolled his eyes as Katie continued, "You dance like a pro." At that moment, Keith had it and threw Katie over his shoulder, making her squeal. "Keith! Put me down!" Keith only started running out the woods with Katie pounding on his back.

After a while, Katie stopped and looked down and smirked, "Actually, I like this." Katie then grabbed Keith's underwear and pulled up, giving him a wedgie. She could hear Keith yelp and she laughed. Suddenly, she felt herself fall to the grass of the backyard of her house and she laughed as Keith fell on top of her.

He was still groaning from the wedgie and glared at her, "You... are... the... worst." Katie smiled and pecked Keith on the cheek, "Sorry?"

Keith turned red and then turned to look at the house, noticing that her mother was watching from the windows. She only kissed me because people were watching.

Keith shook his head and stood up, offering a hand. Katie took it and Keith lifted her up into his arms, "You're gonna pay back for that."

Katie smirked, "Oh yeah? With what?" Suddenly, she felt hands on her bum and before she could say anything, Keith ran away.

"Kogane! I will kill you!"

Once the two finally made it into town, they went straight to the General store, Keith following Katie as she walked in.

"Hunk!" Katie called as she entered the shop, calling the attention of a big, chubby man. He turned around and he flashed a huge smile towards Katie, "Pidge! How's my favorite Holt?"

Hunk picked up Katie like a doll and squeezed her tight before placing her down. Katie was laughing as she told her what's been going on. Once Keith cleared her throat, she realized she hadn't introduced him yet, "Oh! Hunk! This is-"

"-Keith! Your fiance." Hunk replied, happily hugging Keith too. Katie was smiling as Hunk slapped Keith's back repeatedly.

After they were all acquainted, Katie turned to Hunk, "Did you get the phone I ordered?" Hunk nodded, "Yes, it just came in, I'll go get it."

Katie nodded and she started looking through the store for things to snack on.

Suddenly, the front door opened and in came a familiar voice that made Keith want to run away. "Hunk! My brother sent these from the bakery! Devil's food: your favorite."

Natalia's smooth voice resonated through the store and Keith wanted to cry. Katie turned around and smiled, "Hey Natalia!" Katie hugged the tanned Latina and Natalia caught sight of Keith, who was trying to hide behind Pringles.

Then Katie could hear Natalia whisper. "Um, I don't know if Matt told you, but we're together now." Katie smiled, "Really?" Natalia nodded and Katie hugged her again, "About time, you two have been crushing on each other forever."

Keith overheard the conversation and then remembered that Matt was right next to him when Natalia approached him and in the club, Matt was in the seat behind him. Keith mentally facepalmed and shook his head, "I'm so stupid."

Natalia then looked at Keith and whispered to Katie, "He's been looking at me weird recently. Be careful with that one, Katie."

Keith's jaw dropped and Katie laughed as Natalia left after she dropped off the sweets she brought with her. She turned around to Keith, "It's alright, Keith. Not everyone likes you." Keith rolled his eyes and followed Katie to the counter so they could pay their stuff.

When they finally left the store, Keith needed a computer and Katie took him to the Internet Cafe.

"Alright. When it's gonna run out, it gives you a warning, just put in more dimes." Katie handed Keith a handful of dimes and he looked at them skeptically, "What?"

Suddenly, Katie looked outside and caught sight of Lance passing out cookies to a bunch of kids. "You'll figure it out. I believe in you." Katie walked out the cafe and approached Lance, leaving Keith in the store alone.

He grumbled incoherent words and placed in some dimes into the machine, the computer giving off modem tones. Keith froze and looked around confused. He was about to ask the cashier until he saw that the computer worked and he began working on his work.

As the page loaded, Keith looked outside, catching sight of Lance with his hands in his pockets talking with Katie, who was laughing at whatever he was joking about.

Keith felt the same pang of guilt from yesterday as he watched the two and wished he could fix it so that she could be with Lance, the guy she deserved to be with.

As the two walked down the streets, Keith watched Katie mindlessly look down the road, "So it was nice to see Lance, huh?" Katie immediately nodded, "Yeah. It... was."

Keith looked into Katie's beautiful hazel eyes and lost all grasp to reality, not having realized how unique her eyes are.

"Your eyes are really pretty." Katie said all of a sudden, bringing Keith back into reality, "Huh?" Katie chuckled, "Your eyes, they're unique. I've never heard of someone with purple eyes."

Keith smiled and put his hands in his jacket's pockets, "It's a mutation." Katie nodded and got closer to Keith's face, "Is there something wrong Keith?"

Keith shook his head, "No, nothing wrong. I was just saying... you must be happy to see Lance again."

Katie stopped and grabbed Keith's arm, "Keith, Lance and I broke up. OK? Long before I've even met you. I don't like him anymore alright?"

Keith nodded and widened his eyes, realizing that he sounded jealous, "No! I wasn't being jealous or anythin-"

"There they are! Hey, you guys!"

The two of them turned and saw Colleen, Annie, Allura, Natalia, Shiro, Matt, and Lance all approaching the couple.

"Sorry, but we're gonna have to split you two lovebirds apart for a while." Keith was torn from Katie by the guys while the girls grabbed Katie.

The two turned around and looked for the other in reassurance before they were taken to different shops.

Keith followed the men into a men's tailor shop where it smelled of fabric. As Keith studied the shop, he could hear Matt call out, "Uncle Coran?" Suddenly, the back door opened and in stepped a ginger-haired man rolling in a swivel chair, "Ah! Matt my boy! Good to see you!" Coran stepped off the chair and gave Matt a big hug, "What brings you here?"

Matt let go of his uncle and pointed towards Keith, "We need a tux for the groom. Coran gave Keith a once over and smiled, "So this is the lucky man marrying our Pidge."

Keith nodded and immediately they got to work.

After having done the fitting, Keith stood tall in his tux in front of a mirror. The guys were all picking out their tuxes from the many Coran had lying around. Keith sighed in front of the mirror until he felt something metal slip into his hand. He turned and saw Coran wear a big smile and urged Keith to open the pocket watch. Keith did so and his jaw dropped when he saw the detailed pocket watch.

Matt came up from behind Keith, "Uncle Alfor got it once he married my aunt and into mom's family. After he died, he passed it down to give it to Coran. My great-grandfather gave it to my grandfather the day he married my grandmother. It's a gift given to the man marrying into the family. Always has been. We want you to have it." Coran and Matt both nodded towards Keith when Keith looked at them skeptically.

Keith shook his head, "I-I can't." Matt shook his head, "We insist Keith. We want someone we can trust with this pocket watch. We can tell you care for our Pidge, we really do. We want you to have it."

Keith nodded and fought back tears, not believing how much of a jerk he is to ruin Katie's family's traditions. He isn't trustworthy. He forced Katie to marry him for God's sake. Keith nodded and tried to change the subject, "Why do you guys call Katie Pidge?" Matt laughed at Keith's bluntness and answered, "When she was a kid she would always chase after pigeons in the streets so we nicknamed her Pidge. Now come on. We gotta get the girls before they go too crazy with Katie."

Once Keith was finished, Katie was already in the boat, ready to go back home. Keith jumped in the boat and, once Katie untied the ropes, Keith sped out of the dock, shocking Katie to the core.

"Whoa! Hey, hey, hey. Keith. Stop. Mind telling me what the hell's going on?" Keith was quiet as he drove them away from town. "Keith?" He ignored her again as he looked towards the sea. "Keith!"

"I forgot, OK?"

"You forgot what?" They were both shouting above the loud roar of the boat's engine as they argued.

"I forgot what it was like to have a family. I've been on my own since I was seventeen after Shiro went to college and I forgot how it felt to have people love you and make you breakfast and be excited for all the happy things that come into your life. And they give you pocket watches and-and food. You have all that here and-and you have Lance! And I'm just screwing it up!"

Katie shook her head, "You're not screwing it up! I agreed to this!"

Keith turned to her as he was driving, "Your family loves you. You know that?"

Katie nodded, "Yeah."

"And you're still willing to put them through this?"

"They're not gonna find out! You said so yourself!"

"But how do you know they're not gonna find out! Oh my God what if Grammy finds out! She's gonna have a heart attack!" Keith let go of the wheel and put his hands on his heart as he started yelling gibberish and breathing rapidly.

Katie ran for the wheel, "Are you insane! You can't stop holdi- Would you stop panicking no one's gonna- Keith just calm down! Shut up and calm down for a while, would you? Hold on."

Katie turned the wheel as she tried to evade a buoy. "I don't think hijacking a boat is a good way of dealing with panic! Now... oh now you decide to shut up, Keith?" Katie's heart leaped of her chest when she saw that Keith wasn't on the boat.

"Keith?!"

Silence. Katie slowed down the boat and turned around, seeing a small head bop up and down the water, "Keith!"

Katie quickly turned the boat around and went after Keith, hearing him yell, "I can't swim!" Katie tried to go faster, but if she did, it would create waves that will swallow Keith whole. For a while, she saw him go under and she screamed out his name, "Keith!" Suddenly, his head came back up and he coughed out water while trying to keep himself up.

Katie sighed a breath of relief and yelled out, "To the buoy!"

"What?"

"To the buoy."

"I just told you I can't swim and you think I can swim to the damn buoy?!"

Katie grumbled and stopped the boat right next to Keith, struggling to lift him into the boat. Once she did, he flopped on the floor of the boat and coughed out some water he swallowed as Katie wrapped him in an emergency blanket they kept in the boat.

Katie dragged him onto the sitting area and wrapped him tight as she hugged him, "What the hell were you thinking? You could have gotten yourself killed." As Katie's warm breath fanned out Keith's face, he shivered as she tried to warm him up, "You turned the boat and made me fall in, you jack*ss." Katie breathed in deeply, thanking the God above that Keith was still alive.

"You scared me." Keith smiled as the two cuddled in the boat until he warmed up.

Once they arrived home and were walking down the dock, Sam met them at the end of the walkway, "I want to talk to both of you." He didn't say anything else and turned around, heading towards the barn.

The two looked at each other and followed him.

As they entered the barn, Sam warned Katie, "Your mother isn't to hear about any of this." Katie rose an eyebrow and worried about what her father did. The three walked inside and once she saw who else was inside the barn, she knew why her father said that.

In front of them stood Mr. Gilbertson with a sly smile, "Told you I'd check up on ya." Katie's jaw dropped and she glared at her father, "What did you do?"

Sam only crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, "I got a phone call from Mr. Gilbertson here, who told me that if you were lying, and he strongly believes that you are, he would send you to prison. So I flew him up here."

Katie shook her head in disbelief, "Dad-"

Mr. Gilbertson, however, interrupted Katie, "Luckily for you, your father negotiated a deal on your behalf. Now, this offer's gonna last for 20 seconds, so listen closely. You're gonna make a statement admitting this marriage is a sham... or you're gonna go to prison. You tell the truth, you're off the hook, and he's gonna go back to South Korea." Mr. Gilbertson pointed to Keith, who was standing there with a guilty face.

Sam gave a glare to Keith, who avoided his stare, and turned to his daughter, "Pidge, take the deal."

Katie shook her head, "I don't think so."

Sam threw his hands up in the air, "Don't be stupid, Katie."

Katie quickly began to cover, "You want a statement? Here's your statement. I've been working for Keith Kogane for five years. We got together a year ago, he proposed, and I said yes. Never have I been happier in my whole life. I'll see you at the wedding. Come on, Keith."

Katie glared at her father as she walked out the barn and she grabbed Keith's hand and intertwined their fingers.

Once Keith got out of the shower, he wasn't surprised to see Katie sitting on the bed. He was fully dressed when he walked out and he sat next to Katie on the bed. He breathed in deeply and asked, "You sure about this?"

Katie turned and looked in his eyes, "Not really."

Keith nodded, "Katie... I-I appreciate everything you've done, but I think-" Katie shook her head, "You would've done the same for me. Right?"

Keith froze and stared at those deep hazel eyes he learned to love in just three days. He could feel himself lean in and he could have sworn Katie was too. There was no one to fake to, this is them. This is their emotions taking control. And they loved it.

But just as their lips brushed, Grammy knocked on the door, "Hope everyone's decent. You young man are sleeping on the couch tonight. Can't have you see the bride before the wedding. It's tradition."

Keith chuckled as Grammy urged him to follow her, but he got up. He turned around and took one last look at Katie, "See you tomorrow."

"Yeah." Keith closed the door and the two breathed out, worried over the events taking place tomorrow.

Katie looked over at the blanket that Keith would use to fall asleep. She picked it up and folded it, not missing the smell that was so uniquely Keith. She let a single tear slip from her eyes and down her cheeks.

It wasn't because she didn't want to marry him...

It was because she wanted to.