#so far curtis and honey are winning

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Curtis and Honey!!!!! 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

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2020 - archived

[18+ advised ] This is going to be long af. I’m going to do my best to put everything - all my writing on this blog, in one goddamn place, but I make no promises, so forgive me in advance. Below the cut is everything I’ve written and posted, for every single wrestler I’ve written for so far.  If its’ not linked, then I haven’t posted it yet or it’s a placeholder. If it’s bolded/has an m out beside it, it is most definitely mature and only meant for a mature (18+) audience. If there’s an asterisk (*) out beside the title, it belongs to or is part of something else that I have on the blog.

If you want to be on the taglist for my writing, you can find that [here]. If you want to know what I write / how often I write and stuff like that, my faq/about post is [here]

adam hangman page | take you home | spring | mature.

adam hangman page | baby fever | winter| mature.

adam hangman page | darlin | summer | mature. 

baron corbin | right now | winter | mature.

darby allin | the sound of silence | spring | mature.

drew mcintyre | somebody watching me | spring | mature.

drew mcintyre | alpha | winter | mature.

ethan carter iii | worship you | winter | mature.

jon moxley | duality| summer | mature.

jon moxley | allnighter | summer | mature.

jungle boy | touch myself | winter | mature.

jungle boy | unnamed as of yet | summer | mature.

kevin owens | morning | summer | mature.

kyle o’reilly | backseats and phone calls | spring | mature.

kyle o’reilly | the quiet game | winter | mature.

mjf | dessert first | winter | mature.

mjf | sweet | summer | mature.

mjf | morningafter | summer | mature.

roman reigns | alpha | winter | mature.

sammy guevara | dirty dancer | winter | suggestive.

sammy guevara | cheater | summer | mature.

trent beretta | blackout | summer | mature.

trent beretta | sneaky | fall | mature.

adam hangman page | whatcha gonna do by hinder | angst / comfort.

adam hangman page | push my buttons [ suggestive] | 

adam hangman page | i’m erasing myself from the narrative | i’m putting myself back into the narrative | may you always be satisfied | the story of tonight. 

adam hangman page | second one to know |  dancing around an open fire | | 

adam hangman page | dreaming of a wedding dress | | 

adam hangman page | the love boat || | 

adam hangman page | sweet cherry pie || that dress is begging to come off [ virgin oc; mature af } 

adam hangman page | | honey on my table suggestive | motion of the ocean - cruise romance au, mature | 

adam hangman page | alone among the couples | 

adam hangman page | im yours - alphaverse au | won’t you stay with me alphaverse au |  bathtub mermaid - alphaverse au/suggestive | 

adam hangman page | she’s a nutcracker | 

adam hangman page | virginia on my mind, angst | fuck you and the horse you rode in on [ an au of what ifs second chapter, holy shit mature]  | | punishment pretty please, goes with wildside/whatifs holy shit mature | pour some sugar on me, mature | | 

baron corbin | everything you can do i can do better | 

baron corbin | follow me | prince not so charming | 

baron corbin | love on the rocks | 

curtis axel | | | boop [  mature ] | be kind rewind [ roommates au, mature ]| 

curtis axel | discount chocolate day | | 

drew gulak thoughts of yesterdays | august rush | lost in your eyes [ suggestive.]

drew gulak | he loves me, he loves you not [ miiild suggestive, alphaverse] | | leave her wild [ suggestive alphaverse..kinda] | 

drew gulak |once upon a dream [ soulmate au] |  starcrossed lovers and other strangers [ suggestive ] |

drew gulak | valentines day episode | 

drew mcintyre | marionette | | just between me and you | 

drew mcintyre | burnt homemade chocolates [ conclusion to my alphaverse short fic, suggestive and fluffy ] | 

edge x ofc x christian | seeds of unrest | 

elias samson | couples costume contest | 

elias samson | waiting on your friends to leave 

ethan carter III | winners remorse | rewrite history [ a retelling of w.r] | |

finn balor | after an endless dream | 

jay white | graveyard smash | punch drunk princess [ vampire au; mature] | it should’ve been you [human version of vampire au]

jeff hardy  | it all started with glow paint [ suggestive; bordering mature ] | 

jeff hardy | do i look lonely |  my lips are up here [suggestive]

jon moxley | hurt me so good | if I loved you less I could talk about it more | can’t find a better man [mature].

jon moxley | bloody valentine | 

jon moxley | your days are numbered | spared but not forgiven | nature adores a virgin [mature]

jon moxley | all the guys want cheerleaders | ps i lo- | no more almosts | warm desert wind | | dark as night [ roommates au / suggestive ] | 

jon moxley | siren song [ soulmate/pirate and siren au | 

jungle boy | sweet boy | 

kyle o’reilly | can I see through you | | death of a bachelor | 

mjf | did you just grab yourself on tv | 

mjf | candy hearts taste like chalk | 

pete dunne | you jump i jump jack | | you can’t win | I’m melting

pete dunne |bitter bite alphaverse au |  aftershocks suggestive |

roderick strong |  trying not to smile | 

roderick strong | kisses like cruelty [suggestive,borderline mature] | | | 

roderick strong | walking the line | put ‘em up | 

roman reigns | patchwork heart | 

roman reigns | slow roasted | 

roman reigns | anorgasmia | 

sami zayn | farmers market | moonbeams on pumpkins

sami zayn | heart and soul |

sami zayn | reflecting light | 

zack ryder | rough rider 

12 Days Of Christmas Masterlist 2020

My entries for the 12 Days of Christmas on both my writing blogs can be found on this post right here.  [ merry christmas clicky ]

Halloween

Thanksgiving

Christmas

New Years

Valentines Day

Other Holidays / Special Occasions

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS I HAVE / USE TO WRITE

original character, Adeline x | 

original character, Kasey x | 

original character, Violet x | 

WRESTLERS ONLY DOWN BELOW

adam hangman page x [m] | x - soft hangman | x -hangman does halloween | x hangman on your first date [ fluffy,suggestive]|  x [soft] | adopting a dog | enemies to lovers | roommates to lovers | softly mature | more halloween hangman | 

buddy murphy x [ mature, sex life] | 

cash wheeler x [ suggestive ] | 

chuck taylor x [soft]| x more soft | 

damien priest x [ mature ] | 

darby allin x[soft] | x [mature] | 

drew gulak x | 

drew mcintyre x [ mature ] | 

eddie kingston x | x | x mature | enemies to lovers | 

elite x celebrating Halloween with the Elite | 

ethan carter iii x [m] | 

finn balor x [ m] | x [m] | 

heath slater x | 

jeff hardy x[m] | sick female!SO [pms mentioned briefly] | 

jon moxley x [m] | x [m] | 

jungle boy x[food/cooking] | x [ actual! jungle boy in love ] | fall softness | 

kenny omega x [ suggestive ] | x | x [halloween] | 

kevin owens x [m] | 

kyle o’reilly x [ mature - werewolf!kyle ] | 

luchasaurus x[mature+soft] | 

marko stunt  x soft and mature | x mature | x soft | x daddy kink of sorts |

matt jackson x [m] | x more m | enemiest to lovers -suggestive | 

nick jackson x [suggestive] | losing a basketball game to you | x mature/soft mix | 

orange cassidy x [lowkey m] | 

Pac x [suggestive fluff] | 

pentagon jr x mature | 

pete dunne x [ mature ] | 

prince devitt x mature | 

ecw era raven x [soft ] | x [m] | x[halloween] | 

roderick strong x [ adopting a kid with ] | 

roman reigns x!HeelRoman, slight nsfw | 

sami callihan x [ music preferences ] | 

trent beretta x [lowkey m] | x [ soft ] | x [ more soft ] | 

tyler breeze x [ enemies to lovers, polyamory hinted at | 

undertaker x [ gender neutral baker / biker taker SO] | 

wardlow x [ m ] | x [m] | x [ soft] | x[ halloween] | x mature | x Christmas with Wardlow | 

AEW;

- adam hangman page [ f s v ] | o i d | c m x | k l | 

- cash wheeler [ i l s ] | [ m o r ] | c s u | 

- chuck taylor [ j m w ] | [ a d l ] | [ c  v ] | i k w | n u x | 

- darby allin [  k o t ] 

- jack evans [ b t h ] | 

- jon moxley [ a k r ] | 

- jungle boy [ d m o ] | 

- matt jackson [ k q w ] |  [ b d e ] | f i o | u y | c j v | 

- mjf [ s k v ] | b m u | 

- nick jackson [ a b g ] | [ m o ] | c i o | 

- orange cassidy [ f h x ] | [ o ] | [ i p v ] | [ k w ]

- pac [ d m x ] | [ i p u ] | [ f o s ] | 

- santana [ a o q ] | 

- trent beretta [ j m u ] | 

- wardlow [ d j w ] | [ k u ] | [ b m r ] | [ a o v ] | c i p | 

WWE NXT;

- chad gable [ b o u ] | 

- damien priest [ d i v ] | 

- drew mcintyre [ b e d ] | i p w | 

- jinder mahal [ g i w ] | 

- roman reigns [ c u m ] | 

- timothy thatcher [ c j y ] | f k | d | 

- tyler breeze [ l x y ] | d j u | 

TNA;

- heath miller [ b e d ] | 

NJPW;

- jay white [ d f k ] | k u m | b j w | 

AEW;

WWE / NXT;

AEW;

WWE / NXT; 

[the-outsiders-blogg]

ok but like what if soda gets a girl pregnant after breaking up with sandy and then they get back together and he see the girl he got pregnant and starts to feel bad but he can’t be with the girl cause of sandy. and he just has to watch her get bigger and finally he realizes he should be with her and the baby (idk if that made sense but that’s been on my mind 😂)

oh shit okay i’m going to change it a little bit if that’s okay with you

Start again (soda x reader) (soda x sandy)

Soda goes to Florida in hopes of winning Sandy back, only to find out that you’re pregnant yourself...

You had slept with Sodapop Curtis.  Maybe not your brightest moment, you’ll admit.  Not that it wasn’t good, it was great actually, but what came after was far from it.  

Sodapop Curtis was heartbroken when you did it with him.  You had always been friends with him, hell you worked at the DX part time, but he was hung up on Sandy and you knew that.  And the sex had not changed your friendship at all.  

It had been about 5 weeks since you slept with Soda, and you were late.  So there you were, sitting on the toilet, a waiting for the pregnancy test to work.  You shook it a few times and two lines appeared on the front side of it.  

“Shit,” you muttered to yourself, putting the test on the counter and holding your head in your hands.  

There was a knock at the door.  

“Y/n? You in there?” said a muffled voice.  It was Soda.  

“Uh, yeah I’m here,” you said, scrambling to hide the pregnancy test.  You quickly dropped a hand towel over it.  

Without another word, Sodapop opened the bathroom door and came in.  “Hey, y/n.  I just wanted to let you know that- that I’m going to Florida to see Sandy.  I mean, I gotta try, right?” 

“Soda,” you said slowly.  “I think you’ve tried all you can, you know?”

“I don’t know, y/n.  It’s been a few weeks and... and I think I’m still in love with her,” rebutted Soda.  

You forced a grin.  “Alright, Soda,” you murmured softly. 

“Okay, y/n.  Thank you for being there for me,” grinned Soda, moving for the door.  “I’ll call you when I get there!”

With that, Soda left the bathroom, and shut the door behind him.  

--

(Soda’s pov)

I got to Sandy’s place a few days ago.  It sure was a long drive from Oklahoma to Florida, I’ve never driven that far in my life.  I went to Texas one time with Steve and Two, but nowhere farther than that.  

Sandy was great.  Just as pretty as the last time I saw her.  She was just starting to get a baby bump.  She seemed a surprised to see me, maybe even a little confused, but she let me in her place anyways.  I met her grandparents; they’re alright.  I guess they’re as nice as they can be to a guy like me.  

I had a lot of long talks with Sandy.  She was kind of flustered at me just showin’ up the way that I did.  She didn’t really say she wanted me to stay, but she never said she wanted me to leave.  

Anyways a few nights in I decided to call Dar and Pony.  

“Hello?” answered Darry.  

“Hey Dar, how’s it going?” I replied cheerfully. 

“It’s goin’ alright, little brother, how’s Florida?”

“It’s great,” I smiled.  “Man, have you ever seen the ocean?  It’s so great, Darry, it goes on forever and ever.  And it shines too.”

“That sounds pretty tough, Sodapop,” responded Darry.  “And- and how’s Sandy?”

“She’s alright, I guess.  I dunno if she wants me to stay, but she missed me at the very least.”

“Okay, Sodapop.  Well I gotta be gettin’ to work so don’t get in too much trouble,”  said Darry.  

“Alright Dar,” I said.  “Hey, is y/n there?”

There was a pause on the line.  

“No, she packed up whatever clothes she was keepin’ at our place and she left.  Even took her toothbrush.”

“Huh, that’s kinda weird,” I mused.  

“Mm.  I’d phone the DX and see if she’s there if you wanna talk to her,” said Darry.  

“Alright, I’ll talk to you later,” I said, hanging up the phone.  

“Who was that?” asked Sandy, coming up behind me.  

“It was just Darry,” I replied, turning to face her.  

“Alright, well dinner’s ready if you’re planning to eat with us,” she said softly.  

“Okay honey, I just have to make one more phone call first.”

She nodded and walked off as I dialed the number to the DX.  

I wondered where y/n was as the line rang.  Really I just wanted to tell her about the beach.  I had never seen it before, and I wondered if she had. 

“DX, this is Steve,” said a voice from the other side of the line.  

“Hey Steve, it’s Soda,” I said.  “Is y/n working?” 

“No she’s working a different shift than me now.  Covering the morning shift I guess,” he responded.  He paused for a second.  “Have you talked to her?” he asked in an uncertain voice.  

“No, I’m trynna get a hold of her right now,” I responded.  

“Okay, well, I hope things turn out okay between you and her,” said Steve quickly.  

“Wait, what do you mean.  Why wouldn’t things be okay between us?” I asked.  

Steve paused.  “I better let her tell you.”

“Tell me what?” I asked.  Steve didn’t respond.  “C’mon Steve, just tell me.”

“She’s knocked up, Soda.  I caught her crying in the bathroom the other day and she told me.

A shock reverberated throughout my body.    

“I- I’m pretty sure it’s yours.  You know, she may be a lot of things, but she’s never liked to sleep around,” said Steve.  

“She’s what?” I stuttered. “Why wouldn’t she call me?”

“I mean, you’re chasing after Sandy right now, aren’t you?”

I paused at his words.  “Yeah, I guess I am,” I sighed.  

“I’ll talk to you later, Soda,” said Steve.  He hung up the phone with a click.  

Sheesh I’ll write a part two sry this one got so long hope y’all like it anyways.  Pt 2

[eliniei]

Those Hard Days - Chapter 30

Summary: Rae’s brother always made sure she was tough as nails. But when her father flips her world upside down, will she find that there’s a limit on how strong she can be?

Warnings: Rape/Non-con (non-graphic, fade-to-black), child abuse, underage drinking, underage smoking, drug use, violence, major character death

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Chapter 30 - Knife

The next few weeks passed quickly and peacefully. The fuss that Two-Bit’s mom made over Rae’s shoulder was probably the worst thing that happened. Although she wasn’t happy about it, she agreed to keep the hospital out of it, but insisted on caring for it herself. She’d check the stitches and change the bandaging every morning before the teens went off to school.

After a couple weeks, Barb- she’d told Rae to call her by her first name- was able to snip the sutures and deemed the cut mostly healed. She advised her ward(for lack of a better word) to leave the Band Aid off and let it breathe, but make sure it was kept clean. 

In those weeks, she and Rae got along real well. On nights they were both home, they’d cook together, Barb teaching the teenager new dishes and tricks. Two-Bit often wandered into the kitchen after hearing them laughing while he was trying to watch TV in the living room.

“What’s so funny?” he asked one day, stealing a few small squares of diced tomato laid out on the cutting board. He popped them into his mouth.

“Oh, I was teachin’ Rae here how to make a roux to thicken up sauces and she said-”

“I roux the day-” She couldn’t finish her sentence and collapsed into a fit of giggles again. She could swear she saw a relieved smile spread across her friend’s face. Mrs. Mathews carefully watched her, as well, a fond smile on her face. Their looks of worry had gradually faded over time.

And rightly so. She felt good here. Safe. Dally visited a couple times a week for dinner, a request from both his sister and Barb- and she saw him more often when they went to the Curtis house to hang out with the boys. Rae knew he was pleased now, maybe even grateful, for how things were turning out, even if he was incredibly unsure at first. He tried to hand over money he’d earned to Mrs. Mathews, but she’d tucked it back into his hand, saying he needed it more. Of course, then he’d secretly shoved it into Two-Bit’s pocket with a whispered order to buy groceries and anything his sister needed for school.

The best part of the weeks the past was that the siblings hadn’t seen hide nor hair of their father- and Dally hadn’t given up looking, exactly, but he finally understood- probably thanks, in part, to Mrs. Mathews- his sister needed him around much more than she needed her dad bloodied up. They could only hope that he was dead in a ditch somewhere with a needle sticking out of his arm. 

For the first time in, well, maybe their entire lives, smiling came easy to the Winston siblings. Finally, things were starting to look up. 

“Ya’ll are crazy,” Two-Bit said with a shake of his head. He pointed at Rae in mock seriousness. “And don’t you stain my shirt or I’ll whip you.” She looked down at the giant Mickey Mouse smiling up at her, the grey shirt hanging off her small body. It enveloped her, really. 

“Yeah, yeah.”

“I mean it!”

“There’s a huge hole under the arm!” She lifted her arm to demonstrate. The tear went from armpit to waist.

“It’s Mickey!”

“Keith, set the table, will you? Leave poor Rae alone.” She gave him a triumphant smile as he went for the cabinet to retrieve the plates. “Sibling” rivalry settled in well between the two. Mrs. Mathews then turned to her. “Could you go get Suzie for me? Tell her dinner’s just about ready.”

“Sure, of course.” And off she went to find the other Mathews kid.

Later that night, she and Two-Bit were sitting on his giant bed, playing hands of poker. They were betting pennies and candy and so far Rae had the upper hand. She was chewing on the end of a Winston candy cigarette as she concentrated on her current hand.

“Three of a kind,” he said, laying out his cards on the sheets. One side of her lips tilted upward.

“Full house,” she bragged and set her cards down in a row. He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Unbelievable. Lady Luck seems your friend tonight, huh?” Rae pulled the pot towards the rest of her winnings. She crunched down the rest of the candy stick and swallowed. “If we were playing strip poker this time, you’d be looking at my beautiful, nude-”

“I’l give ya a dime if ya don’t finish that sentence.”

“Fine, hand it over.” She tossed over his payment and went to separate the candy from the rest of the money.

“Hey, Two-Bit?”

“Yeah?”

“D’ya think you could do me a favor?”

“Depends what it is.” He started gathering the cards up to shuffle again, but paused when he noticed she’d stopped and was snapping the elastic ponytail holders around her wrist. 

“So, uh, that night at the rumble,” she started, shoving her hands under her thighs to stop her nervous fidgeting. “Y’know, Bob took my knife. I was wonderin’ if you could maybe...get me another one?”

“That all?” he asked with an arrogant smile. “Honey, you’re talkin’ to the best thief this side of town.” He started dealing the cards out again. “How about we do a little shoppin’ tomorrow?”

“Sounds great,” Rae answered with a smile and picked up her hand. 

The next morning, true to his word, Two-Bit woke her up, ready to head out and check out some possible hits. They went to multiple stores but nothing caught her eye. Everything just seemed so...normal. 

“Well, what about this one?” her friend asked, flipping the blade out. She pursed her lips and shrugged. “It looks a lot like mine, huh? Pretty tuff.”

“Mine was different, though. One of a kind.”

“Kinda like you?” Rae rolled her eyes.

“That was really corny,” she replied with a shake of her head, but a smile formed on her lips nonetheless. Two-Bit stopped suddenly. He pointed at her.

“I had a thought.”

“What kinda thought?”

“What if we went to that kid’s house and just...took it back?” Rae hesitated, her smile fading away.

“I don’t think that’s a great idea, Two-Bit.”

“Why not?” he asked as they continued on their walk around the department store. “What’s he care about a stupid knife? He won’t even noticed it’s gone.” She chewed on her bottom lip, balling her hands into fists inside the pockets of her jacket. 

“I guess,” she agreed, finally, although she was still unsure. Her stomach was tying in nervous knots. She had a very bad idea about this.

A store employee came around the corner and crossed his arms, watching them intently. Her friend let out a chuckle at the sight and put a hand between her shoulder blades.

“Let’s get outta here.” 

Two nights later, Rae anxiously paced a trail in the front room carpet. It was well after midnight on the weekend. Bob’s parents were sure to be asleep while the Soc himself was probably down by the river throwing a rager. She ground her teeth, nervously.

Two-Bit insisted that she stay behind, that he could handle this himself. He’d never broken into a house before, but-

“How hard could it be?” he’d said to her before flashing his prize-winning smile and taking off. 

Finally, she heard the door handle twist and her friend pushed his way inside, out of breath. 

“Gettin’ chilly out, huh?” was the first thing out of his mouth. She frowned and slapped his arm in frustration.

“You’ve been gone forever!”

“Well, ya know, it takes a certain sorta finesse-”

“I’ve been worried as hell, Two-Bit!” He grabbed her shoulders and looked her square in the eye.

“Kid, it’s alright,” he assured her. “I’m here, ain’t I? I’m alright.” She huffed out a sigh.

“Fine. Did you get it?”

“Did I- did I get it?” He gave an incredulous laugh. “Who do you think I am?” Her friend reached into the pocket in the breast of his leather jacket and pulled out the blue-handled switchblade. He laid it into her waiting palm. Rae wrapped her fingers around the cool metal and gripped it, tightly. “Alright, let’s get to bed, huh? I’m exhausted.”

“Fine,” she huffed, but kept her hand curled around her knife, tightly. “Thank you, Two-Bit.”

With that, he put a hand on the small of her back and led her back to their bedrooms.

[rockbelric]

Trust

For Day 7 of 503 week: Trust. Enjoy!!

Summary: “Why don’t you come in with me and make sure I don’t drown, huh?” He smiles and offers his hand to her but she’s hesitant to take it.

Rated: K+

The water laps at Winry’s toes as she stands on the shore. She’s a bit nervous watching Ed play with the kids in the water, knowing that her husband can’t go in too deep in case his auotmail gives him trouble. She reminded him to be careful a thousand times, but of course now he’s currently throwing their kids around, pretending to be a shark. Winry doesn’t want to be overbearing but she’s so nervous. This new baby is shooting her anxiety through the roof.

She’s so focused on watching her family, she doesn’t notice Izumi coming to stand next to her until the woman places a hand on her shoulder. “Are you going to go in?” The alchemist asks, as Winry jumps in surprise.

“Wha- oh, no, I don’t think so.” She blushes, “I’m not really in the mood for swimming.” Her hand absentmindedly rests against her swollen belly.

“Well then come into the shade!” Izumi drags her under the umbrella, “All this heat can’t be good for you!”

“B-but I have a hat!” Winry objects, wanting to make sure her family wasn’t going to die a watery death.

Ed and Al’s old teacher forces her to take a seat in the shade. “Don’t worry, Edward won’t let anything happen to the kids. And besides, Sig is on lifeguard duty.” She looks out to her husband who’s standing knee deep in the lake, “Good job, Honey!” She blows him a kiss.

“I know he’ll take care of the kids, it’s him I’m worried about.” She sighs, playing with the hem of her dress. This was supposed to be a relaxing vacation but Winry feels more hair-brained than ever. Pregnancy hormones had a way of making her a little crazy. She can’t remember why she let Ed convince her into having another kid.

“I understand. It takes an army to make sure those idiots don’t get themselves killed.” Izumi replies, reassuring the young mother. “God knows when I had them they were a handful.”

Both ladies laugh as they watch Sig help Sarah out of the water. The girl totters over to them, her wet curls bouncing with the movement. “Mama, Aunty ‘Zumi! Look! We caught a shell!” She thrusts the giant clam shell in her mother’s face.

“Oh, wow, it’s so beautiful!” Izumi delights. She notices the toddler’s chubby little cheeks and nose were looking a little redder than usual. Dublith’s sunrays were nothing to play with, especially with Sarah’s fair complexion. “Why don’t you give it to Mama so I can put some more sunscreen on you?”

Sarah pouts and sets her hands on her hips, obviously not keen on being rubbed down again. Izumi is reminded of Ed when he was little, he always had a problem with everything. “But Mama did!” She starts to whine before Winry tells her to stop acting like a brat.

“After we’ll go look for more shells, I promise.” Sig pats the girl on the head to calm her down.

“Ok!” Sarah quickly deposits the shell on Winry’s lap and lets her aunt slather her up with the sun lotion again. Her mom helps rub it into her face as Izumi does her arms and legs.

Edward ascends the sand as Theo’s follows behind him carrying his little bucket. “Look at the shells we found!” The boy smiles just like his father. “We have like a hundred!”

“Cool!” Sarah jumps out of Izumi’s grip to look at her brother’s collection. ““I wan’ some too! Can Aunty ‘Zumi and Siggy help me?”

“Sure kiddo, let’s go!” Sig grabs Sarah’s hand and Izumi takes the other as they walk down the pseudo beach. Theo calls at them to wait up as he dashes after them.

Edward smiles as he watches them amble down the shore. His kids have those two wrapped around their fingers. The Curtis’ dote on them as if they were their own grandchildren, always jumping at the chance to watch the kids and spoil them. Dublith is just a short train ride away from Rush Valley so the two families have no problem seeing each other as much as possible.  This particular visit ended up as a trip to the lake thanks to Theo’s incessant begging. Not that Edward minds, days like these were far and few between.

Winry struggles to get up from the low beach chair before Ed notices and jumps to help her up, lifting her weight with ease. She squeezes his arm in thanks, smiling up at him. His cheeks feel warm and he has a feeling it’s not from the sun.

“How are you feeling?” Edward can’t help looking down at her belly.

“Like a beached whale.” Winry sighs, stroking her bump, “I was pretty freaked there for a second, watching you in the water.”

Edward huffs at his wife, displeased, “Winry! We went over this! I was being careful! We were barely two feet deep and the kids had floaties on! I told you not to worry, it isn’t good for-”

“The baby.” She finishes for him, rolling her eyes. “Yes. I know! I just can’t help it! You’re being so rough out there and your automail could drag you down any second. It’s dangerous!”

“This isn’t the ocean Winry, there aren’t waves and shit. It’s just a lake.” He tries to keep his voice from sounding too condescending. It was a hard habit to break.

“Water is water, Ed!” She jabs her finger into his chest. “I don’t care what you say, it’s dangerous with automail.”

“Do you remember our honeymoon? You dragged me into the ocean because you said it would be fun? How is this any different?”

“Because I was in there with you, I could make sure you didn’t drown! And, we didn’t have two little people to chase after back then!”

Edward frowns down at his wife, their faces as close as they can get with their baby in the way. She’s standing on her tip toes to make herself seem more intimidating, but it doesn’t really work since she’s still smaller than him. Ed knows he’ll never let her live that fact down.

Suddenly an idea comes to him and he perks up, surprising his wife. “Well the kids are entertained now.” He looks out to the four figures down the shore. “Why don’t you come in with me and make sure I don’t drown, huh?” He smiles and offers his hand to her but she’s hesitant to take it.

“Oh, Edward, this isn’t exactly the same. I’m pregnant now if you haven’t noticed.”

He holds in his laughter, deciding not to answer that question. He knows a trap when he sees it and he’s not going to fall for it this time. “Come on, Win, don’t you trust me?” He extends his hand back out to her.

Sighing, she tentatively places her hand in his, “Of course, I do Ed, it’s just-”

“Ah Ah Ah! Too late, there’s no turning back!” He smiles wide and tugs her towards the shore. “You’re coming with me!”

“Wait! My dress!” Winry digs her heels into the sand to stop him. What is with people dragging her around lately?

After she changes and adjusts her bathing suit, Winry huffs in annoyance at her husband. How did he always manage to persuade her into doing stupid things? He can’t handle how cute her little pout is, she’s pretty damn adorable.

Patting her on the head Ed asks, “You good? Do you need sunscreen? Some Water? Another hat?”

“No, Ed, I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yes!” She hisses.

“Alright, alright, come on.” He gently takes her hand and leads her to the lake. Winry looks down the shore and sees Izumi and Sig walking with their kids. They were pretty far off in the distance, still searching for shells.

The lake water was cool but refreshing. It was a shame really. Winry loves the beach and swimming, she just couldn’t enjoy it when she was looking after her family and had to waddle around with a baby inside her. It wasn’t fair.

“Careful Ed,” She warns when Edward takes them a little further out, “You don’t have to go so deep, you know.”

“Quit your worrying, woman.” He pulls her close as they wade around. “I told you to trust me.”

Snapping her mouth shut before she can give him another retort, Winry leans back and lets her hair soak in the water, trying to relax.

“We should do this more often.” He muses, watching her tip her head back. “Maybe go to the actual beach.”

“Mhm, I think the kids would love that.” Her eyes are still closed as she soaks up the sun. Ed pulls them a little further into the lake and Winry jolts up, grabbing onto his shoulders.

“Ed, seriously, were going to drown!”

“Would you stop! My feet are still touching the ground!”

“Fine!”

“Fine!”

“Fine!” They glare into each other’s eyes before he leans in for a kiss. Her arms twist around his neck as the kiss deepens. Suddenly Winry pulls back, telling him to swim back to shore but he tells her to shut up and kisses her again for good measure.

This reminds Ed of their honeymoon, on that beach in Aerugo, where they had a lot of fun in the ocean. Those memories put ideas in his head as his hand gets braver, reaching down below the water. Winry blushes and giggles, clearly into whatever he was doing. What is he going to do with her? One second, she’s nagging him about his automail, the next she’s all over him.

They hear some commotion and pull apart to see their kids and his old teacher waving at them to come out of the water. “Break it up, lovebirds! The kids want to go on Yock Island!” Izumi calls out to them.

“Alright!” Ed yells back, still holding onto Winry, “We’ll be out in a minute!”

“I guess that means it’s time for us to go.” She whispers demurely. The evening sun is low in the sky and it casts a soft glow across her face, igniting her eyes. He kisses her again just because he can, and they set off back to their family who’s waiting by the shore.

[jeredisamoose94]

Wtf golden globes

• Oh my god LIGHT GUY WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT WITH TIFFANY HADISH’S spotlight

• I actually hate that “musical and comedy” is two in one category THEY SHOULD BE SEPARATE

oh honey that green dress with white gloves just isn’t a good look

7:41 HOW THE HELL DID THE AUDIO GET SO SHITTY WITH STATIC did they put the mic in a paper bag

7:42 NOPE HATE THIS SKIT

7:47 at least the commercials are weird and different

7:51 still hate comedy and musical is the same category

7:52 alright still shitty mic on Amy

7:54 Norman Lear huh very interesting person for the an carol bernett award

7:57 oof they fucked that speech up

8:00 ok this going to commercial showing people on zoom is weird HOWEVER We get to see actors act like normal people with their pets and see their houses

8:02 OK WHY ARE MOST OF THESE COMMERCIALS BETTER THAN THE SUEPR BOWL ONES

8:06 Kyra and Kevin YESSSS they look sooo good

8:07 Emma that isn’t a good dress you look like a fancy judge HOWEVER CONGRATS ON THE AWARD FOR THE CROWN

8:08 oh no random man running on stage

8:09 can we stop with COVID jokes

8:10 again with messing up with audio either they need to tell the person to wait to talk OR unmute them immediately after they win

8:11 ok way to mess up the NAME OF A MOVIE CALLED SOUL AKA SAUL according to Tracey Morgan

8:15 ok that’s new a type of commercial never seen a breast feeding commercial

8:17 ok this is a big couch Kate Hudson

8:18 FUCK THE MOVIE “MUSIC” sia’s a piece of shit

8:19 still hate musical or comedy category JUST SEPARATE THE TWO GROUPS

8:20 oof Jason what is going on with your mic sir

8:21 ok Jason you give that award to your whole cast

8:21 ok don thank you for telling him to hurry up

8:22 ok you go but damn your mic is awful schitt’s creek

8:23 again weird skit

8:25 Kate Hudson sweety hun you falling out your top girl please stop leaning forward

8:27 cinnamon toast churros sound amazing

*random thought* you’d think they would have had mic checks with these zoom callers

8:29 oh yeah the Olympics are this year

8:30 ok random update on COVID stuff thanks golden globes?

8:30 wow Ben stiller hasn’t aged and made pretty funny jokes FINALLY SOME GOOD JOKES

8:32 ms pike hunny that dress makes you look like you are wearing a teddy and a loofa

8:33 STILL WITH THE STATIC IM ABOUT TO SHANK A BITCH

8:33 yess Margot Robbie that dress looks amazing

8:35 very orange man

8:35 oof awkward small talk nooooo I feel uncomfortable

*thoughts so far* this feels like they are rushing but also dragging at a snails pace where are the good jokes the fun stuff

*random thought* ALSO WHO THE HELL IS THE AUDIENCE no offense but I think they could have just brought the people nominated and one guest and still would have been safe like it’s worse for them cause of the audio being awful at home

8:40 ok Anthony Nice broach really amazing

8:41 the crown is winning a few awards im super proud

8:42 MENTAL HELP SUPPORT

8:43 why are y’all so uncomfortable Tina fay and Amy poehler your making me feel weird

8:44 weird doctor skit with diagnosis of tv shows like super uncomfortable with this

8:48 ok why is the foreign film award being presented by gal gadot a little on the nose there

8:49 ALSO why did they rush through this segment that was less than 2mins for this award nominations presented and awarded very weird IM WATCHING YOU golden globes

8:55 kind of wish the mandalorian but congrats the crown

8:57 oof Tina that gold suit looks awful but Go off Amy with her suit

8:59 go Jane Fonda

9:02 why does Jodie foster look so bored? Or angry? What is going on with her???

*random thought* ok but why is she here to accept her award but others aren’t??? Like what is going on I mean they could have had two different locations one LA the other New York to have them not so crowded together

9:05 Great speech Jane Fonda

*thoughts* virtual award shows are awkward as hell

9:11 still trying to decide if I can cheer for Hamilton cause the musical came out years ago but the recorded version came out last year

9:11 Jamie lee Curtis DAMN GURL YOU FINE

9:12 oh it’s first responders are the audience

9:12 go Jodie foster

9:15 Gillian Anderson is wearing a skull dress very nice but too many UM’s another win for the crown

9:19 Jennifer Hudson yes gurl love that commercial

9:20 oh ok new version of law and order HELL YEAH organized crime

9:22 keep forgetting BORAT IS NOMINATED for a golden globe

9:23 keep forgetting Nicole Kidman is married to Keith urban so weird seeing them together

9:24 go Anya Taylor joy for best actress in a limited series

9:25 go queens gambit

9:30 damn Renee

9:31 so Chadwick won but I feel like this was a given and now I’m gunna cry gosh his wife is so amazing

Beautiful speech gorgeous dress too

9:34 NO BAD BRYCE DALLAS HOWARD WHO DRESSED YOU YOU LOOK LIKE A GLITTERY SAUSAGE YOU LOOK SO UNCOMFORTABLE

9:35 you go girl YOU WIN BEST DIRECTOR HELL YEAH GO NOMADLAND

9:37 wtf a sledding Dino what is going on Sandra Oh

*random thought* how annoying is it to sit in a suit or dress on a computer screen like I don’t understand why they dressed up Jason sudeikis wore a sweatshirt

9:42 ok another weird skit but with actors pretending to be their character while presenting an award

9:44 I’m sorry what borat won best comedy or musical I mean it’s a very. Interesting Choice over Hamilton

9:47 this is why musical or a comedy NEED TO BE SEPARATE LIKE WTF IS WRONG THE AWARDS SHOW

9:52 like I don’t understand why they put them together it’s so weird it kind of pisses me off

9:57 mr pheniox is wearing sweats yes sir

9:58 andra day YES GURL YOU GET THAT AWARD FOR BEST ACTRESS cry it out you deserve it

9:58 you go Catherine zeta Jones DAMN girl that dress

10:00 the shock on her face for winning best drama nomadland

10:02 ok Amy and Tina still being super awkward WHY JUST WHY

[geneshaven]

Family Outing

PART 5

 Felicity was sitting at the computer console with Dinah. On the screen in front of her was a map; lines like musical notes were glaring out into the Bunker. The lines were old tunnels beneath Star City, an abandoned subway system that played a big part in the Undertaking; now some five years ago.  Felicity sat remembering the earthquake Merlyn unleashed on the city. Somehow, it seemed tame when compared to all the death and devastation the city has endured and survived since then.  In a way, it was a tribute to perseverance and determination.  Felicity sometimes wondered how her life would have evolved without Oliver coming into it and showing herself to herself.

“Oliver,” she spoke into their private coms. “Lyla’s trace signal is showing the brass whistle is about two hundred feet ahead of you. It’s not moving. I’m guessing that’s where they are.”

“John and I are almost there,” Oliver replied. “By the way, thanks for this plan. I’m going to write it down in the books as The Twofold Plan. You’re remarkable, Felicity.”

“Yeah, so you said before. Just don’t rush in there and save the day all by yourself. Let the rest of us do our part too.”

“Felicity, c’mon.  You know…and so do I, that I’m nothing without you guys having my back. You be careful too.”

“Oliver, the signal is moving.  It’s coming toward you.”

Over her com, the sound of gunfire erupted, sending a jolt of fear through Felicity.

**

The T-Sphere hovered three feet off the ground; its sensor software was activated. Inside the abandoned warehouse at the southern tip of the Glades, Curtis was able to see inside the structure via his remote pad.  The infrared images showed him and Rene how many Helix targets were waiting for them. Twenty. Curtis could also detect Argus’s stolen laser technology; its signal was gathered at all the entrances of the building. With the codes Lyla provided, Curtis hacked into the activation nodes and disarmed the weapon.

“Okay,” he nodded to Rene. “I just slew the dragon and gave us access to the castle.”

“Curtis,” Rene looked at him with impatience. “Will you stop with all the fairy tale stuff.  I’m still not okay with being out of the rescue of Zoe. Oliver and Felicity’s plan is solid, but I should be under the city with my daughter.”

“Rene, Oliver and John are not going to let anything happen. They’ve been at this for a long time. Zoe and the others are going to be okay. Remember what our last lesson in vigilanteing was--- trust. This is a team we’re on. If you can’t trust that, you wouldn’t be here.”

“Great,” Rene mumbled. “I’m being schooled by Mr. Terrific. Hoss, just make sure James doesn’t find a way around your tech stuff and turn us into sliced meat.”

Curtis shook his head. “Not happening.” He activated his com. “Felicity, we’re ready. I just hope one of these blips is James.”

“Yeah, he’s there. Most of their complex is underground...I guess it’s there version of the Bunker.” Felicity answered. “Argus has had eyes on him since we left our family outing up in the mountains. As long as he retains the laser and the still undiscovered tracking software Lyla had installed…he’s not going anywhere we can’t find him.”

“Why do I feel like I’m getting ready to run into a burning building,” Curtis pondered out loud to himself.  “Okay Felicity, whenever you’re ready.”

“Stand by, Curtis. Oliver and John are already engaged with Talia’s goons. As soon as the kids are safe, I’ll give you the green light to move. Don’t jump the gun on this…”

Curtis knew that last statement was mostly for Rene, but Curtis nodded in response. He started to activate another T-Sphere and waited for his cue to go and be a hero.

**

Felicity watched all the teams’ signals moving across her screen like video game characters. She could never play real video games, mostly because when she did, the algorithms programmed into the games gave her the advantage to foresee what it was going to do before the action unfolded. It was sort of like chaos theory---it was the unpredictability of outcomes. It was how her life had gone over the past half-decade.  

So when Black Siren’s voice spoke out from behind Felicity and Dinah, Felicity already knew what was going to happen.

“Well, isn’t this cute.” The scorn and anger that filled BS’s voice was like a cold draft reaching out to freeze her victims in terror. “It’s time to die,” she announced.

Dinah spun around and opened her mouth; canary song flowed out in shimmering waves, throwing tempests at BS.

Black Siren opened her mouth at the same time, expecting to counteract Dinah’s song. But nothing came out except a strangled shout. Her eyes suddenly filled with panic and BS took a couple steps backwards, as if she could dodge Dinah’s sonic waves.

Then Black Siren was flying backwards in an uncontrolled flight, smashing up against the far north wall of the Bunker. The impact on the wall crumpled her body to the floor, where she lay motionless.

Then Lyla stepped out of the back entrance to the Bunker and went up to the fallen evil villain. “I really love Curtis,” she exclaimed, looking down at the unconscious Black Siren. In her hands, Lyla held onto Curtis’s sonic dampener like clutching onto victory. “I really need him to work for Argus’s tech department.”

Dinah and Felicity came over to help Lyla gloat. “Yeah,” Dinah agreed.  “I’m always going to win as long as that man keeps bringing me his toys.” She tugged on the little focusing device around her neck. It has helped her to control her song, taking away the threat of collateral damage and making her more effective when she sang.

Felicity smiled at her two friends. “Well, at least there’s one less villain we have to fret about.” She raised her hands and Dinah and Lyla gave each other high fives. “But, Talia is still out there. She’s gone underground again, you know, her League training and all. We still have to help Curtis and Rene.” She shook her head. “Man, I’m kind of getting tired of all these villains filling up all my free time. I’m still pissed we  had to leave our camping trip. Oliver really wanted to catch some fish.”

Then, Felicity turned back around and returned to her computer. There were still more bad guys out there keeping the three women from breaking out the champagne in celebration.

“Felicity,” Oliver spoke in her ear. “John and I are secure. The kids are safe.”

A great big sigh of relief settled Felicity into her chair. “Oliver, thank god. Black Siren is out of the picture as well. Is William…were they hurt?”

“No honey, all three of them are alive. A little shook up, but okay. In fact, I think they are a little excited by the excitement.”

“So, do I send Curtis and Rene in now?”

“Yeah, copy that. Once John and I lead the kids out of these damn tunnels, contact Quintin and have him call in the SCPD for pick up. We’re going to be enroute to the warehouse.  I want to be there in case James finds another way to escape.”

Felicity reached out and gently brushed her fingers over Oliver’s illuminated signal on her screen.  It was moving towards the rendezvous with Lance and his cops. “Oliver, I know I’ve told you this before, but please be careful with James. You’re right to not trust him. The man is a genius and dangerous. If he can, he will try to take you guys out without hesitation. We’ve been lucky so far that he hasn’t found Lyla’s secret software we’re using to track him.”

“Felicity, I trust you having my back. I will risk any danger as long as it’s you guiding me.  Let Curtis and Rene know we’re coming to them.”

Felicity opened another com line to Wild Dog and Mr. Terrific. “Okay Curtis,” she said. “The Green Arrow has given the go. He’s coming to you. You guys be careful.”

“Finally,” Rene’s voice answered. “Hey Blondie, tell Oliver me and Curtis will have this bastard in custody before he gets here.”

“Rene, Zoe is safe. Stay focused. James isn’t someone you can take for granted. He’s not going to surrender just because you’re wearing a hockey mask.”

“Okay, we’re going in…” Curtis spoke. “Stand by…”

As Felicity watched their signals move on her screen, a sudden alarm rang out into the Bunker.  She threw her gaze to the screen monitoring the laser software and saw that it was blinking red.  

James had found the secret tracking software and had turned it off. The laser grids were active again. Curtis and Rene were seconds away from walking right into it…”

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[charlinert]

As Easy as Falling 39/?

New Chapter of As Easy As Falling….

Summary:  Felicity Smoak had everything figured out until tragic news causes her to rethink her life. As part of dealing with tragedy she embraces her adventurous side in the form of skydiving. Will love be waiting for her between the clouds or will she let tragedy keep her away from falling?

Read from the BEGINNING AO3

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CHAPTER 39

She can’t stop smiling, her body is filled with adrenaline from the beautiful ceremony and then the romantic photo shoot with her husband. Although she knows this is her day she does feel a little vain because she can’t stop staring at the sparkling diamonds on her ring finger. She constantly has to remind herself to look into people’s eyes when she talks to them, but her ring finger steals away her attention and once she sets her eyes on her wedding ring she once again becomes conscious about the fact, she’s actually married! She’s Mrs. Oliver Queen and her whole body screams happiness and unfathomable joy.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many buttons on one dress before.” Thea complains while she fastens the buttons on the back of Felicity’s second dress. “Good luck to my brother for getting you out of this tonight, it’s definitely not going to be a quick thing.”

Felicity doesn’t need to say a word, the instant blush on her cheeks is a dead giveaway as to how her mind interpreted Thea’s words, much to her sister in law’s chagrin, because the younger Queen immediately realises the implication of her words and shivers in disgust.

“No! Felicity no, that’s not what I meant! Ewwww gross! The less I know about you two the better.” she closes her eyes and shivers again, quickly attends to the last of the buttons and finishes the task at hand as she uncomfortably looks at Felicity in the floor length mirror. “Anything else I can do for you?” she swiftly asks but Felicity can see this young girl is ready to bolt and she tries everything in her power not to laugh at the dramatics.

“No thank you Thea, I’ll be fine. You go ahead.” Felicity slowly and calmly answers and within seconds Thea is out the door.

Felicity chuckles when she steps away from the mirror and gathers her shoes for the second part of her evening. She loves heels and adored the heels she wore for the ceremony and photo shoot, but she knew her feet might not make it if she had to walk around in them the whole day. When she decided on a second dress she got the cutest flats with ribbons she thought would go perfectly with the new dress and reception.

She sits on the bed and starts strapping the ribbon of the flats around her leg when she hears a soft knock on the bedroom door.

“Felicity? Beautiful, can I come in?” she hears her husband ask. Her heart skips a beat, how does he have that effect on her?

“You can come in Oliver.” she calls tying the last knot on the ribbon. Once he’s inside she gets up from the bed and straightens her dress.

His mouth instantly falls open at the sight of her and she can’t help the love she feels when she once again realises that this man in front of her is her husband.

“You can close your mouth honey.” she teases, but the intensity of his stare suddenly makes her heart flutter and she’s immediately aware of his close proximity and the desire for him she’s been trying to keep at bay for the last few months.

“You’re so beautiful.” he whispers moving closer to her and her breath catches in her throat when he places his strong but gentle hand on her shoulder, tracing his fingertips down her arm. Her body immediately betrays her when goose bumps form all over.

“Do we really need to go down stairs?” his voice is strained and hoarse and it makes it all the more difficult to keep self-control around him.

His lips are lingering over hers, not touching, teasing her as she feels his hot breath cascade over her skin, but she knows if she gives in now the evening will be over. There’s no way she would be able to gather enough strength to leave him and go back to the reception once she’s given herself to him. She takes a shaky, but deep breath to get all her emotions and desires under control and then gives him a quick but sweet kiss, stepping away from him and pretends to adjust something on her dress in front of the mirror.

“As much as I would love to start our honeymoon now, we’ve planned so long for this day. I just want to enjoy the reception and celebration with our family and friends because Mr. Queen,” she moves back to him tracing her fingers down the lapels of his tux jacket, “I’m planning on this” gesturing between the two of them, “lasting forever.” and pulls him in for a long breathtaking kiss that makes his breath hitch once she lets go.

She gives him a seductive wink and starts heading towards the bedroom door. She knows he’s not very happy with her decision, but because he loves her, he’ll endure the party, because it’s important to her.

“Yes dear.” he nearly groans.

She’s caught off guard by his sudden submissive tone and of course the word choice doesn’t escape her either.

“Oliver Queen, are you sassing me?” she turns to face him again, a hint of a smile at the corner of her lips as she playfully chastises.

“No dear.” he seriously answers, but she can see how he’s struggling to stifle his laugh.

“Very well then, let’s go.” she instructs and they head downstairs hand in hand to meet Thea waiting for them at the entrance of the marquee tent they erected on the Queen Manor grounds for the reception.

“Finally!” Thea jokes. “I was about to send a search party for you two.”

Oliver rolls his eyes at his baby sister and she knows he’s trying very hard not to tell her off. Felicity tightens the hold on his hand, but he doesn’t look at her, he only gently swipes his thumb over her knuckles.

“I’m going to give Curtis the sign that you’re ready for him.” she says moving into the marquee. “Oh and you two?” she turns back to them smiling, “please enjoy the rest of your evening. This is all for you.” she winks and heads inside again.

“You know she’s just teasing you right?” she chuckles as she asks her husband.

“Yes I know, she just rattles my cage sometimes, but I guess that’s the whole point of having a little sister right?”

“I wouldn’t know, but just try to enjoy this part please.”

“Hey,” he turns towards her cupping her face. “I love every moment I am with you. This day has been incredible so far beautiful and seeing you smiling and happy, that’s all I want because it makes me happy too. I love you Mrs. Queen.”

“I love you too Mr. Queen.” she smiles back and gently presses her lips against his.

“Ladies and gentlemen, would you please stand with me as we welcome our newlyweds, Mr. and Mrs. Queen.” Curtis announces and the guests applaud when her husband leads them to their table in the magnificently decorated venue.

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When they said that the planning of the wedding is as just as much part of the journey as your wedding day, she didn’t completely understand, but here she is, at the end of their special day. The time went by so fast; weeks of planning and within a few hours all that’s left is the memories.  She wouldn’t trade it for anything though. So far this has been one of the best days of her life.

The reception was amazing, from the speeches to the food. Everyone of their guest seemed to have a great time.

One of the best surprises of the night was when Curtis announced their first dance and Oliver I-don’t-dance Queen stood up and stretched out his hand to her to lead her to the dance floor. They didn’t discuss their first dance because she just assumed there wouldn’t be one, but then he pulled her closer as he wrapped his arms around her waist and she draped her arms around his neck as he whispered, “I only dance with you.”

Tears filled her eyes when ‘White’ by Tim Halperin started playing and the words reflected every emotion they felt between them. This will definitely be filed away in her head and her heart as one of her favourite and most treasured memories of their life together.

It was over way to soon, but then other traditions followed; the cutting of their wedding cake. A champagne sponge cake with strawberry buttercream filling, covered with champagne and milky bar fondant. After tasting a piece of heaven she immediately told Thea to make sure that some of the left over cake should be sent home with them.

It then became time for the throwing of the bouquet and none other than the mother of the bride, caught the beautiful flowers. It was like the flowers were thrown directly at her and Felicity chortled when her mother gave a high pitching shriek once she comprehended she had caught the bouquet.

Not long after Oliver had to throw the garter. Luckily for her, Thea thought ahead and once Oliver had slipped the netted something old gift off her leg, it was replaced by a store bought garter so Felicity didn’t have to part with her mother’s gift.

Oliver threw the garter and SCPD Chief Quinton Lance caught it.

As tradition would have it, the chief and her mother had to dance together and they seemed to hit it off instantly. After the dance the two were inseparable. Felicity put on an Oscar winning act pretending to be grossed out, but in truth she couldn’t have been happier about this. Her mother deserved all the happiness she could find especially after the life she’s had.

Felicity smiles at the memories as the cold winter air gently blows through her golden locks.

“Here you go Mrs. Queen.” Oliver hands her a glass of champagne and takes a seat next to her on the lawn outside of the Queen manor. “What are you smiling about?” he asks draping his arm around her shoulders.

“I’m just thinking about how perfect this day has been. How immensely privileged and blessed I am to have you, to have this life.”

He doesn’t answer, but his smile says all there is to say and he seals it with a kiss. It’s soft and controlled and filled with so much love.

It’s short lived though as the crowd around them start to chant, ’10, 9, 8....’. She smiles at the excitement enfolding from their guests and joins in, “5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Happy New Year!” they simultaneously shout as the live band starts to play and the fireworks erupt in the sky.

Oliver leans in and kisses her. This time there’s not a hint of softness, it’s passionate, full of emotion and need as his tongue begs for entrance at the seam of her lips. She opens to him immediately and reciprocates the same feelings in return.

They finally part when they are both desperate for air, lips still lingering he softly whispers, “to forever beautiful.” and gives her a soft peck.

“To new beginnings.” she answers in kind. “Oliver?” she whispers and he opens his eyes looking straight into her blue orbs searching for the question, “take me home.”

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New Look Sabres: GM 53 - CAR - Chasing Two

We meet again, Canes of Carolina. Your 53 is our 53 now as we meet for the 53rd game of the season. We already did playoff trash talk for the Canes but I got a feeling there will be more coming down the stretch here. Why do we hate the Hurricanes so much right now? The Skinner stuff is behind us and I suspect his extension will soon be as well. It’s probably the gull of a team as consistently bad as Carolina, perhaps longer than Buffalo has been bad, deciding this is the season to get in our fucking way. Unless one of Pittsburgh, Boston or Montreal hits the skids real hard down the stretch it’s you, me and Columbus for the one wildcard spot left in the East. So fuck you Carolina: this Sabres team has been shit for a solid two months straight but whatever hope I can muster that they still got a chance at the playoffs this year I will sharpen into a fine shiv and run into this cage match with. That hope could have died tonight. For some of you reading this it may have. This game was about chasing two straight wins – two straight wins which would be this club’s first two wins in a row since December. Perhaps they ultimately didn’t get there because they were doing too much chasing so to speak. But what occurred last night was not the performance of a club accepting its fate and tapping out of the playoff race. What happened last night was enough to make the Spartans at Thermopylae proud. Sure, once you explained ice hockey to them and they observed it long enough to understand what being good at it looks like they may have had some thoughts on the Sabres first period and most of their third; but CHIN UP I say to you! Chin up because this Sabres club is not going down without a fight! Honey, we’re going down swinging!  

The Carolina Hurricanes came out shooting like lax southern gun laws to start the first: every puck that a Sabre was not on was scooped up by Hurricane and blown into the zone closest to Linus Ullmark (Thanks Coach, I knew you would make the right goalie decision). The Canes did what any team who watches this Buffalo club knows is the Sabres biggest weakness as of late: turnovers, unforced and not. The team from south of the Mason-Dixon Line capitalized in this brutal stretch when North Carolina’s favorite soft boy Sebastian Aho served up the juiciest pass from behind the net to a streaking Justin Faulk. Ullmark couldn’t get to the other post in time and Faulk buried it. Well beach bodies: up here in New York we got this thing called ice, the game is actually played on it. What followed shortly after the Faulk goal was a penalty on definitely-moonlighting-as-a-vampire Jaccob Slavin which led to a powerplay for the home team that froze Carolina up like a Buffalo Ice Storm. The powerplay was fruitless but the Sabres poured shots on Curtis McElhinney for the rest of the period. Teuvo Teravainen tallied a second goal for Carolina early in the second period. At this point in the night I’m listening to the game on the radio driving up the 190. WGR 550 has these musical interludes as the broadcast returns from break and at this 2-0 dire moment in the second period one of those interludes was a section of “Slide” by Goo Goo Dolls. My throat got real dry and I shed a tear. Is it because I’m an emotional wreck paying attention to the Sabres these days? NO! But a good guess. NO, it’s because I visualized the playoffs like Jack tells us to and I felt it slipping away! But then what happened? Jack’s team came back.

HUT HUT, FIND A HOLE! The McElhinney wall has to come down! FIND A HOLE! Ristolainen from the line: save; puck to Conor Sheary in front: save; puck to Evan Rodriguez who holds and sweeps that puck into the hole like the beautiful Canadian Sniper he is! Now the Canes really froze up like they’d never seen ice before because seven minutes later resident Dad-Bod Jason Pominville collected his own rebound and tapped an equalizer past McElhinney. Tie game you fair weather mother fuckers! Believe it or not it’s hot here for a couple months in each year and you know what I spend that time doing? Oh, not going to the playoffs? You’re funny: you’re a real piece of work for giving more of a shit about NASCAR than the variable 1970s strong man competition of a gun show y’all have for a lineup! Oh, but when hockey players clap a little and slide down the ice into the goal like it’s a slip-and-slide after wins all you guys come running to the arena! I hope y’all don’t make the playoffs just because you’re a bunch of fucking ungrateful slow talkers who like Duke! The game was tied! It was tied going into the third! And then what happened? Well: a relative menagerie of frat-boy-looking Hurricanes capitalized on the Sabres doing Sabres things like turning over the puck and chasing it around like they’re fishing catch-and-release! First it was wrestling team captain and beer-pong champion of the Carolinas Greg McKegg who polished in a loose puck behind Ullmark after being giving ten fucking years to put it in and still bounced it off the post! Then Jeff Skinner had a fucking hulk moment and realized the profundity of the situation he was in and flew off on a breakaway to guide the puck in like a clumsy baby giraffe. Oh no, I know it was art. Please sign soon, Jeff.

Stop those warm feelings for sweet sweet Jeffery because Fergus, Ontario’s High School Quarterback and favorite ginger son Brock McGinn cleaned up a Jordan Martinook rebound right in front of Ullmark to get the visitors ahead 4-3. Do they even have American Football in small town Ontario? Whatever because here comes the President of the punchable face club Nino Niederreiter to capitalize on the powerplay and put the Canes up 5-3 with five minutes left in regulation. Now here is really the moment when I realized this team isn’t going down without a fight: down by two goals (again, which is a concerning problem all its own) this team did not quit. Jeff Skinner emerged from the box beaten but not defeated. But before he gets his time against his former team it’s time for irony to a drop kick you in the balls. Marco Scandella, in a move that will certainly earn him starts for the rest of the season over far more deserving defensemen, gets the puck from Sam Reinhart and shoots low. The puck went in and it was a one goal game now. Irony has a name and it is Marco Scandella. Perhaps it was too late as time now ticked into the double digits in regulation with the Sabres down by one. Guess who you butter-binging, Trump-voting motherfuckers: JEFF MOTHER FUCKING SKINNER! Collect the puck, toe drag, bender: tie Game! It’s like the third act of fucking Miracle beating the team in the red jersey! There was 56 seconds left on the clock! This one goes to OT. And there, well there Teuvo Teravainen streaks into the Sabres defensive zone 2-on-0 and dekes out Ullmark for the game winner. That’s the way the cookie crumbles in this league: one good rush in OT and it’s all over. Carolina wins 6-5.

The Chase for Two straight wins falls flat; but you know what didn’t fall flat? Yea, the Buffalo Sabres. Yeah, they really stunk up most of the third and looked like they were playing hot potato with the puck for most of the first but you know what: that was one hell of a comeback, two if we’re counting game deficits here. Imagine Jeff Skinner pots the OT winner for a hat trick and the Sabres get two points out of this game instead of just one. It’s a whole different conversation then, isn’t it? I’m not rationalizing the many mistakes or playing the what-if game. I’m calling the glass half full and I don’t know about you but I’m not holding my breath tomorrow waiting for Jason Botterill to make a trade as if 95% of the trades he could reasonably make would have any effect on this team down the stretch. We got what we got right now folks and trust me; I am dying for the playoffs too. What happened last night was not nothing and we didn’t get nothing for it either. Carolina, you better watch your back because we’re breathing down it and every game between now and March 16th is going to be an assault on your chances to take that spot from Columbus. The Sabres can certainly get three points out of this weekend’s two matchups and Carolina only has one game in that same stretch so there’s a scenario where we’re sitting here Monday morning and the Sabres are 1 point back of that playoff spot and ahead of Carolina again. Yea, I’m not broken yet and neither should you be. Honey, we’re going down swinging.

Of course everyone in the locker room is going to be disappointed with that result and that emotion is good even if Savior Sam is misdirecting it at Ullmark. Phil Housley was the only postgame interview I was at all embarrassed by. He’s the one misusing players out the wazoo and throwing forward line combinations at Velcro board and seeing what sticks. Put out your best lineup, Phil. This is the team now and I’m not saying it is good enough to make the playoffs having won 9 of its last 28 games but teams not good enough make the playoffs all the time, you can ask New Jersey about that. And I refuse to hop on the locomotive of self-loathing Sabres twitter seems to be on. This game just gave me too much to chew on. Well like, comment and share this blog even if you think I am insane. With this team: sometimes I feel like it. This frickin team! They hurt me over and over and lord knows I’ll still be watching them at my in-laws this weekend. This frickin eternally ass team: Oh the shit I would do for a playoff berth. OH THE SHIT I WOULD DO! Go Sabres! If they make it by one point this game is going to be my masterpiece. Oh god I need them to make the playoffs. Go Sabres! I’m going to repeat it like I’m trying to remember it: Go Sabres! Go Sabres! Don’t go breaking my heart.

Thanks for reading.

P.S. Sara Civ is a great follow on twitter. She is one of the better hockey beat reporters out there and if it weren’t for her covering that frickin team I’d probably be mentioning her more.