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laketaj24 · 6 years

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Songbook Series: Erik: Sandcastles

A/N: Heyy again! Thanks for reading my works. If I forgot to tag you I’m sorry! I tried to catch everyone. Taglist is still open! If you like it please, comment, reblog or like!! It means the world to hear what you guys think.This part was based off of Sandcastles by Beyonce. Also, I can take requests for this series! I recently received one called RESPECT and it goes perfect and it is going to be the next chapter! (I’ll post the request with the fic!) It’s a great way for me to hear new songs so please request away! Maybe the readers can determine the story line lol Catch up here:

No Limit (1), Broken Clocks(2), Church (3), Take Me Away(4), Thru Your Phone (5)

Warnings: Smut. Violence. (Italics and Bold below are flashbacks) Might be some typos. Oh well, my bad.

“M’Baku..” she moaned with her lips pressed against the side of his face. Asa’s hips wind up and down his shaft rocking herself into oblivion. He grips her back as she hums a melodic cry of ecstasy in his ear. “Fuck me baby.” His hips slam into hers and she rains scratches down his back as he hits spot making her body melt. She’s shaking on him, reeling in the new flesh.

Asa opens her eyes looking at the steering wheel. Why the fuck was she back here? The house made her heart flutter and drop at the same time. She clutched the steering wheel when the front door opened. Erik was dressed regular compared to his normal attire. The white shirt clung to his chest while the black basketball shorts hung from his waist accentuating that damn v line she loved. She places Kojack on the floor and runs over to Erik like she’s been gone for years jumping all over him shaking his little tail.

“What up big man!” He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Ace.”

She steps from the car looking at her phone and then back up to him.

“Fuck yes, harder.” Her body spasms as he fucks her rough and fast then slowing down dragging himself out so he can feel every inch. “M’Baku.” She mewls.

“He make you feel like this?” He pants winding deep in her. She feels like heaven, clutching him with her soft slick walls. “He gives you this?”

“No.” She pants. “No.”

****

“Erik.” Asa almost sobs covering her face. “You were supposed to love me.”

“Hey... I never stopped. I swear.” He steps to her. “I love you now. I’m sorry. She meant nothing.”

“Then why’s you fuck her?”

“Please come inside.” He pleas.

“I fucked someone else.” She spat. “And the entire time I... couldn’t stop thinking about you.” Asa wipes her face. “Did you think about me?”

“Asa.”

“I asked you a question.”

“I only ever think about you.” He pauses. “Who’d you fuck?”

***

“M’ba...” her breath is hitched as he spills into the condom and his last few strokes and the perfect surge of tingles throughout her body.

They lay there for the fifth time that week staring at the ceiling. “I’m not understanding this ex of yours.”

She swallows at the word ex. “He cheated on me. There is nothing more to understand.”

“But you’re perfect, so I’m lost.” M’Baku smiles at her chuckling. “We should eat. I know you’re drained.”

“It’s because of you...”

“My friends are in town... so I will be leaving but I would love to see you again and again...” he peppers kisses along her collar bone.

“Yeah, sure.” She smiles.

***

“Does it fucking matter Erik! It’s done. Just like the little bitch you fucked! It’s done.”

“I mean why you gotta get even before you even let me explain. Why couldn’t you have given me the privilege to tell?”

“The privilege! Bitch did you give me the privilege of being ducking faithful. No. I rode the nigga dick for four nights straight and you can’t change shit. How that medicine taste? Bitter? Yeah, I figured. So, drop it.” She pushes pass him walking into the house.

She expected to come home to shambles, but Erik had fixed her mess. The couch she’d ruined was reupholstered the broken frames were replaced with new ones and still held the pictures of them. He’d fixed it all. She trudged upstairs starting the shower water noticing he hadn’t bought clothes and the bed looked like it hadn’t been touched.

The warm water sloshes over as she dampens her hair and then her body lathering up the pink rose soap and bathing herself.

The sun crept into the hotel room cutting through the curtains and into the warm chestnut face of M’Baku. He was a gentleman, kind sweet and sexy as hell... and the only thing she could think about was how to get back to Erik. She slipped into her clothes silently tiptoeing around the hotel room like a thief in the night.

“Where are you going?” He asked perched up on his elbows watching her pack her few clothes into the bag.

“I love him.” She whispered. “I can’t do this. I don’t want to do this.” Asa couldn’t find the courage to look at M’Baku so she didn’t grabbing her belongings. “Thank you for helping me forget.”

“He doesn’t seem like he deserves you, Asa.”

“I already know.” She sniffles opening the door. “He doesn’t.”

*******

Erik awaits her in the bedroom with his eyes hooked on the floor. Asa maneuvers around the bedroom grabbing her clothes and standing at the mirror. “Can I dress alone?”

“I only cheated once. And once is enough I know...” he said holding his hands up defenseless. “But I don’t need one night to take away....”

“Stop.”

“No, I couldn’t even sleep while you were gone. Four nights wondering why my messages left on read, and your phone won’t even ring for me. I can’t live like that.”

“We can’t talk about it later. I got shit to do.”

*********

She shouldn’t have gone to her apartment. She should have went home and went to sleep peacefully next to Erik. But the thoughts and images of her on him were engraved in her mind. And the words she said to him. This bitch was disrespectful.

Before she can think her feet are moving guiding her to the large oval maroon door. She taps three times hearing the music stop and her shuffle towards the door, Asa breathes. Just talk to her.

“Asa!” She says giddily. “What are you doing over here!”

“Yeah I just wanna talk to you.” She says with a smile. Asa doesn’t think as her hand connects with her hair wrapping around her hair pulling her outside into the grass. She grabs Asa’s hands and tries to pull her away. “Erik is fucking mine!” She growls. “I’m his religion bitch, his whole reason for being and it’s time you knew the old Asa. Old Asa will drag your ass to the Hollywood sign and toss you the fuck off!” She gritted her teeth as she slings her over to her car. “Come near either one of us again and I will fucking end you.”

Malaysia scrambled away backing into her house. “You’re gonna pay for this.”

“Name the price bitch, dragging your thot ass was well worth it!” Asa laughs.

*****

“My nigga! Why Asa out here dragging hoes out they house.” His friend laughs on the other end of the phone. “What are you talking about?” Erik clicks away on his controller.

“She drug a chick name Malaysia out her fucking house. Shit all on Facebook. You ain’t seen it.”

“Nah, let me call you back.” Erik hangs up not wanting to divulge in it but he does opening the video in his inbox.

The front door opens and Asa tosses her purse on the couch, “we can talk now if you want.”

“About how you snatching people out their houses and shit?”

“About how... I’m not about to allow another woman to come in and ruin this here.” She gestures between the two of them. “This is mine.”

“Okay.”

“You were stupid.” She spat. “And I forgive you.”

“Okay.” Erik’s face is calm but inside his heart is rapping against his rib cage. “Thank you...”

“I’m not gonna tell you who he was... ever. Don’t ask me.”

“Asa.”

“Erik.”

“Aight, it’s all done.” He tosses the phone beside him on the couch. “I’m not gonna ask anymore...”

“Good.” She stares at him for a brief moment and then his fingers encircle her wrists pulling her to him. She falls in his lap shaking her head. “What are you doing?”

“I’m about to fuck this nigga out your memory.” He whispers. His tongue licks the curve of her ear and she pushes his chest causing him to lay flat back on the couch.

“Don’t you have company coming?”

“You didn’t forget?”

“I remember everything baby.”

“I’m sure you do...”

Their clothes are off in a pile in seconds and Erik doesn’t rush, like he had so often. He takes his time admiring her, what he could have lost to the foolishness. Her beautiful almond colored skin was unblemished to him, stretch marks or not he loved every inch of it.

“You think of me while you were fucking him?” Erik mumbled in between kisses his fingers dance around her navel then down the slopes to her womanhood. Asa shook her head no. “Why?”

“I fucked him to forget you.”

“Now I gotta fuck you to forget him...” he peppered kisses on her neck and slipped his finger into her watching her raise from off the couch. He’s over her watching her eyes dance with some amusement as he drapes one of her legs off of the couch and drags his tip down her slit over and over. Four days without her seemed like a lifetime. Time inched by with no regard for his feelings or his loss of sleep. Erik enters her with one fluid motion grinding his hips into her as if she was bound to disappear. His desperate fingers crawl up her sides to her breast twisting and pulling until she arched into him with a pleasured moan. “I love you Ace.” He whispers.

“Never again.” She answered.

“Never.” He thrust into her again. “I swear.” Erik’s words wash over her as he becomes relentless with his deep strokes and intoxicating touches.

“Who’s are you?” She pants as he goes faster. “Whose.” She says gripping his shirt dreads so that his eyes are on hers.

“Yours baby.” He says between clenched teeth. She pumps him with her walls as she rides out her orgasm. Erik lays into her a few more times and rests once he’s came inside her.

*****

The days passes with them lazy entangled on the couch. The knock on the door forces Erik from the couch. He slides his shorts on tossing her his shirt. “Coming yo, damn.”

He opens the door and o’Koye raises an eyebrow glancing at his bare chest. “They don’t believe in clothes here?”

“O’koye, they don’t believe in greeting in Wakanda.” He smiles. “What up General?”

“Kumani T’Challa.” She says tapping her spear on the ground twice. “Njadka, would you like a moment with your guest.”

Asa sits up on the couch staring intrigued at the beautiful woman. “Who is Njadka.”

“Njadka, son of N’Jobu. Duke of Wakanda.” Ayo smiles.

T’Challa enters the house. “Njadka... beautiful home.”

“Yeah, I do Aight.” He smiles at his cousin pulling him in for a hug. “What up King.”

“Cousin.” T’Challa says doing some weird handshake with him. “I cannot express the gratitude I have for you allowing me and my friends lodging.” He glances at Asa. “And your woman is as beautiful as you described.” He nods respectfully.

“It’s no problem.”

“Ayo, O’koye, Nakia... you all know.” The three women smile and wave.

Nakia grins. “Duke Njadka, it is a pleasure to see you again.”

“You two, you better be doing my cousin right... catch these hands.”

T’Challa laughs. “Prince M’Baku of the Jabari.” He calls outside.

M’Baku enters the room with a grin. “Duke Njadka I have heard stories of you.”

Erik’s eyes grow wide. “You didn’t skip no meals, did you? This man big as hell. It’s all good though, y’all come in. We were about to cook. Asa!”

Asa stands up from the couch fully dressed, with just fucked hair. “Come meet everyone.”

“Meet indeed.” M’Baku says with a smile.

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prcmctheus · 6 years

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hurricane katrina ?? more like hurrican tortilla .. am i rite ?? dnajdsl i’m over trying to seem cool 4 u guys to read these hot messes bc we all know it’s just gonna be me rambling nonsense but i need validation bc im a messy b*tch so luv me and my hipster trash son bowie

! ✰ ° — [ RAMI MALEK, CISMALE, HE/HIM ] bowie abaza, aka agent galileo is a thirty-six year old biomedical agent that has been loyal to mercy for three years. they have a reputation of being the savant because they can be steadfast & amicable. but let’s not forget they’re pretty blasé & fastidious. if you listen closely you can hear sunday morning by maroon 5 whenever they walk past.

STATISTICS:

full name: bowie abraxas abaza nicknames: just bowie yo hometown: cairo, egypt gender: cismale sexuality: pansexual / panromantic spoken languages: masri ( egyptian arabic ), arabic, english, german & spanish hogwarts house: he’s a hoe ass ravenclaw y’all , caries around sudoko puzzles tattoos: bc i’m weak and idc if this is a feminine aRM he has this rose tattoo on his right arm

BACKSTORY:

so ya Mans bowie abraxas abaza was born and raised in cairo, egypt up until he was 6 years old but moved around A LOT bc his mom is fickle and tbh bowie never really minded bc his a World Traveler by the time college rolls around .. he hasn’t been in a place for long and he doesn’t mind it bc he;s a bit of a wandering spirit or vagabond if u will

but yeah his mom didn’t really come from money but his dad was pretty well off ?? he was an accountant in cairo bc it was a family thing that the men followed suit in and his dad was set to marry this woman bc their families were close but his dad was like lmao thx but no thx and ran off with his teenage sweetheart who also happened to be his neighbor but u can thank his moms deep love of david bowie for his name

i say ran off but lit he dipped 30 mins away to the house he bought jdsbfajf sOOO bowie chills with his parents in cairo until he’s 6 until his mom says she wants to move them to prague and asks bowie for his insight and in his 6 year old wisdom he’s like uHhh yeah sure why not .. u know as a parent does in big life decisions

but bowie def takes more after his mom in the sense of being p easy going and goes with the flow ?? chilled out most of the time and hardly ever raises his voice or loses his temper ?? hates confrontation and would much rather avoid it all costs nflksdj so u gotta do smth Wild for him to show frustration

he doesn’t take things too seriously or get too attached bc of how much moving he did as a kid ,, which u think his dad would be like nyla pls .. let me have a steady job but he is Whipped and grossly in love but to be fair ,, they both are and bowie hasn’t ever seen a couple more in love after so many years than his parents so it warms his heart a bit

it’s when they’re in prague that his mom gives birth to his younger sister safia ( i have jade thirlwall for a potential wc .. someday maybe idk ) and bowie actually adores his sister ?? thinks she hung the stars in the sky and would Die for her .. until she becomes a teenager and he’s like safia i s2g i will nerf u,, as any brother but he still luvs her

until he’s 15 he bounces around from prague to budapest to moscow before his parents make The Move to san franscisco, california and that’s the last move the abaza clan make just to spare bowie and safia from falling back even further in schooling and bowie was like .. mom pls chill out

bowie did exceptionally well in high school and was the jerk who was just naturally smart and didn’t have to study much bc it just came easy to him ,, HUGE HIPSTER TRASH im not even sorry ,, likes to smoke weed and hates beer but is a wine hoe .. wears hawaiian button downs unironically, ripped skinny jeans .. big fan of chelsea boots and slip on vans and leather jackets and that still transfers over to his style now

gets along with p much anyone ?? was in the robotics club in high school, on the deans list but weaved between the cliques with ease and probably bc of how chill and down to earth he was ,, helped people out with tutoring n such and just stayed in his own lane

on his 18th birthday he got a giant rose tattoo on his right arm much to the horror of his dad jdfaljk but and he’s v proud of it and has an urge to get a sleeve but now working for Governmental peeps , he mainly wears long sleeve shirts and is wary of mercy’s stance and doesn’t wanna ask

a bit non commital in terms of Relationships ,, v sexually liberal and v pansexual / panromantic and hasn’t even really settled down just bc he feels like he doesn’t wanna settle down into things and make them so serious ?? so he’s just big into the hookup scene but he ain’t the type to dip first thing when he wakes up .. likes to chill and lay in bed and maybe go get some breakfast w u

becoming a doctor was a last minute whim bc he wanted to do engineering but changed his mind and applied to john hopkins for pre-med bc i hate him and he figures why not ?? ya mans gets an early admission and he’s v proud of himself and parents cry bc they're proud of their boy and what he's achieved even with all their moving around !! im emo thinking about it now bye

lit his bachelor’s and then med school . bowie runs on caffeine, multiple existential crises and the determination of elle woods and time flies and he’s 26 and graduates john hopkins med school summa cum laude after internships n such and ya bOY IS SWAGGY !! secures his residency and is living life as a trauma surgeon back in san francisco for a bit before he gets into contact with mercy and bc he's impulsive as fuck he’s the meme of the hand slapping the button that says nUT

accurate representation of bowie jdnfls so he’s been chilling as a biomedical agent for mercy for three years and finds it more thrilling than a trauma surgeon ?? liked being on but there’s something more to being at mercy that while he enjoyed saving lives , he feels a greater purpose at mercy

p much the middle ground between fitz and misha bc he’s just Chill , kjsdkl that’s the best way i can conjure up thots bc he’s easy going and talks to most people and doesn’t rise up to frustration and just offers solutions and is Unimpressed when field agents try to act tough like calm down chad ur gonna bleed out so shut up and come over here

chose his agent name as galileo bc he’s a science Nerd and i hate him

#mhq.intro #i just wanna get this demon out here for the event #do i know how medical residencies and training go #no but we out here at 2:45am so dont @ m #e #or pls bc kind if u do

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umamiclown · 5 years

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rules: answer 21 questions then tag 21 people

tagged by: @nessms thnk u!!! its been years since i did one of these

name: vrinda (slightly uncomfy 4 me now cs of gender stuff but im workin it out)

nickname: closest friends call me vee!

gender: changes every blue moon but current pronouns r she/he

star sign: scorpio sun and rising so you know the stars made me mean as hell babay!!!

height: 5′5′’.not 2 vaguepost but im not short. yall know exactly who u are :/

current time: 14:08

fave artists: fuck idk uhhh *frantically scrolls thru my own music at the speed of sound* according 2 google play music ive listened 2 washing machine heart by mitski 23 times in the past week so theres that

song stuck in my head: interpassion by yelle

last movie i saw: i cried during bohemian rhapsody.......dark shoutout 2 younger me for not realizing tht every one of queens songs bangs

last thing i googled: enthalpy of combustion of ethanol. test week starts soon :/

other blogs: i only use like one other blog actively n its my aesthetic/stim blog @aesthetic-sloth

do i get asks: occasionally cs im not cool n theyre always @oddlykip fucken roasting me

reason for url: uuu i think i went to a random url generator in like 2013?? n then it became my Brand™

following: over 2000 people...............SPEAKING ODF WHICH i just hit 1000 followers i should.make a post abt tht

average sleep: this term has been hell so like 6 hrs at best

lucky number: 9

currently wearing: its saturday. im abt that pjs life

dream job: microbiology!!! means i have 2 get way fucken good grades tho :/

dream trip: ngl if i had money id be a rich tourist hoe takin a year long trip around europe but otherwise like. disneyland ig

fave foods: i JUST ate spicy chicken dumplings. definitely those but specifically frm the restaurant near my house

instruments: i played piano for like......3 years??? but then i lost interest cs i literally cannot commit to things so im doin singing now

fave song(s): changes every 5 mins or so but wuthering heights by kate bush (im a slut for 80s music n also kate bush)

hair color: black but im gona dye it maroon-purple the EXACT second i move out

favorite fruit: idk if berries count but i ate SO many blueberries ystrdy

favorite season: tht summer to fall midway time definitely

favorite animal: idk if i have one???but i love kakapos n sloths r cute

favorite fictional character: HOO boy!!! im not showing any favoritism whatsoever but i have a mini mettaton sacrificial altar on my desk so :/ (the sacrifices r my 7000 missing sets of dnd dice n also marbles)

favorite TV show(s): jojos bizarre adventure. yes im tht jojo mutual

cat or dog: you fools! you cowards!! i have two (2) pet holding hands

favourite colour: uhhh maroonish purple and like, royal blue?

do you have a crush on tumblr: no i donnt INTERACT w anyone on this site

play(ed) any sports?: i like badminton n volleyball. doesnt mean im good at them though :/

language(s) you speak: umm english , hindi, finnish, sanskrit (to some extent), swedish (but im never takin or speaking it again fuck tht), n like....some spanish but w a hideous accent

random fact: uuhh i cant hear out of one ear (wait did it have 2 be wild personal)

describe yourself in aesthetic: i got a shirt frm the thrift store which i thot screamed Butch Rights!!™ the other day n my mom said it made me look like a yakuza member so i base my entire personality off of it now. also like every shirt in my closet is maroon

im gonna tag @oddlykip @stellathetumbler @lady-genesis @sirenswithnoharmony @sc4ry3quin0x @beadlizard ok fucj i cant remember anyonr else no way in hell im taggin 21 people

#me reading this: is she ok #stfu vee

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sinnamonroll · 7 years

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Green teal brown red scarlet maroon cinnamon periwinkle mauve blush indigo fuchsia copper lavender coral razzmatazz saffron timberwolf tangerine chartreuse happy birthday

I h8 u FINE OK ILL DO IT even tho my bday is like way over lmaoo

Green- I think you’re cute A: Source????? this lack of ethos is appalling smh (ily)

Teal- We have a lot in common. A: Whom’d’ve are thy?? I don’t recalleth. We’re second-sisters, not twins.

Brown- I don’t like youA: I don’t like myself either bishhhhh U h8 me cuz u aint me *rolls out on skateboard and falls*

Red- I hate you with a burning passion A: Only a true hater would send me money......... pls

Scarlet- You have influenced my decision/thoughts on somethingA: You look cuter now too. (jkjk)

Maroon- You taught me something newA: The power of friendship and hoeing

Cinnamon- You’re a really cool person and admire you from afarA: I know and let’s keep it that way (jk I miss u)

Periwinkle- You make me laughA: I imagined you laughing like those pics of Drake laughing hysterically at Rihanna lmao

Mauve- You are really talented A: What kind of lie??? Maybe at hoarding memes and being a clumsy mess lmaoo. I burned my coworker with coffee today and almost cried at the register

Blush- Seeing you on my dash makes my day a little betterA: I try to find the lowest-quality shiz posts for all to enjoy, inlcuding those with Star Wars for u

Indigo- I’ve been following you for a long time A: My #1 stalker

Fuchsia- Your blog content is gold A: Chemistry? In my blog? It’s more likely than I think. Blocked

Copper- Your blog content is trash (and I love it) A: [[cue My Longest Yeah Boy Ever]]

Lavender- You inspire meA: Keep looking thot

Coral- You’re a meme A: !!!!!!!!!! True aff

Razzmatazz- I would share my favorite food with you A: I’m always down for food yes

Saffron- I love your ideasA: Okay now let’s bring attention to the very incorrectly perceived notion that aliens want to invade Earth, since it’s grossly based on human projection. And let’s bake brownies

Timberwolf- I trust youA: Who? I don’t know her, but I trust you do

Tangerine- I love your aestheticA: Flowers, space, and memes all the way

Chartreuse- You’re my homieA: BROOO

happy birthday A: Not my favorite color but I respect that. Thank u a ton

#tag meme #birthday stuffs #angel #how dare you make me write so much on the weekend #I'd blockt u if it weren't for memes #alltheghostbutts

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seguinshands · 5 years

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20 Questions Tag

Rules: Answer 20 questions and tag 20 people you want to know better. I was tagged by @seggstars.

Sorry this took us so long to get around to! First jobs and college prep respectively are stressful as hell.

In case yall didn’t know, there’s two of us: Caitlin (C) and Aidan (A). So double up on answers!

1. Nickname-Cait or Catie, Catie-bug, Star Thot so lovingly bestowed by Aidan (C), Spazzatron among friends and family or Hockey Hoe among Caitlin (A)

2. Zodiac Sign-On the cusp of Virgo-Libra, and can go either way depending on what chart you’re using (C). Cancer, a crabby boi (A). (We don’t know anything else about Zodiac don’t hold it against us)

3. Hogwarts House-I think Ravenclaw, but I’ve been kinda on the fence about it for a while now. Think I might be borderline Gryffindor (C). Ravenclaw. Duh. (A).

4. Height-5′7″ish (C). 5′9″. Just like Marcel Dionne (A).

5. Last thing I googled-”smirk synonyms”. I dislike using the same words repeatedly when I write unless it’s purposeful (C). Chinese food order for lunch (A).

6. Favorite artists-ACDC, Jon Cozart, Thomas Sanders, lots of Broadway stars who aren’t exactly artists but deserve recognition for being amazing like Sierra Boggess, Alex Brightman, Jeremy Jordan, and Ramin Karimloo (C). Queens of the Stone Age, Deftones, Blur, and Soundgarden (A).

7. Song stuck in my head at the moment- Literally all of Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812. The Whole “Being Dead” Thing from Beetlejuice the Musical. Black Wedding by In This Moment. The Queen of the Night aria from The Magic Flute. My brain is pure chaos (C). And Give the Mule What He Wants by Queens of the Stone Age. God that’s a long name (A).

8. Followers- 93

9. Following- 12 (I swear it’s not because we don’t like people we just don’t come on here enough -C)

10. Do I get asks- Not really. Please don’t be afraid to jump into our ask box, we’re totally open to conversation, suggestions, requests, and new friends!

11. Amount of sleep- Depends on the night. I usually don’t get much sleep because I stay up late and wake up early or can’t get to sleep. I just moved from a quiet neighborhood to the downtown district of a big city, so I’ve had issues with sleep lately (C). 3-6 hours normally. Currently running on 2 hours and a coffee (A).

12. Lucky numbers- None. I like numbers that are easy to deal with in math like 2, 5, 10. I’m not a superstitious person though (C). 33. Some of my favorite all time players wore it (Chara, Henrik Sedin, Roy, Kris Draper) and it’s just a number that’s stuck with me (A).

13. What am I wearing- Black pants, maroon long-sleeved shirt with “London” on the back and blue and white stripes at the elbows. I would still be in PJs if I didn’t have church (C). Black cardigan, black t-shirt, jeans, and socks (A).

14. Dream job- Singing or performing. I’ve done a lot of musical theater and choir in the past seven years and really want to do something with what I’ve worked on for so long but it’s looking like I’ll be a paralegal (C). NHL General Manager or Head Amateur Scout (A).

15. Instruments- Does voice count? Choir teacher says it does. Also dabble in piano but only self-taught. Haven’t had amazing experiences with piano teachers. My dad also tried teaching me some guitar but I can’t remember the chords between our mini lessons (C). I own a piano and guitar, but really only play the guitar (A).

16. Languages- Took Spanish in school and don’t remember much. Started German and Russian on Duolingo but my phone has limited space so I ended up having to get rid of it (C). A small amount of Russian from family members (A).

17. Favorite song- Don’t make me choose, I’ll probably combust (C). Either Elite by Deftones or Thomas by A Perfect Circle. I can’t pick between the two (A).

18. Random fact- I’m 100% the mom friend and moving away from my hometown for college makes me miss all my children/good friends I’m very sad (C). I’m a registered storm spotter in two states (A). (He can also name every first overall pick back to 1999 and every Cup back to 1989 shhh don’t tell him I put this here he thinks it’s a sign he has no life and it’s actually amazing -C)

19. Aesthetic- Candles, Paris (does that count? I say yes), blankets, beaches, untouched snow, calligraphy, dimly lit stages, crop tops and high-waisted jeans (C). Closet lumberjack (A).

20. Dream Trip- Europe. Just all of Europe, but especially Italy and France (C). Newfoundland (A).

We tag: @retrocelly, @puckinginsane, @rosyharts, anyone else who feels up to it

PS I ate a whole family sized can of chicken noodle soup while I was doing this because I got distracted... -C

#20 questions #about us

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Imagine x A night at the Oscars 🌟

The big night had finally arrived and everyone was so excited.

Rami looked adoringly at Lucy and gave her such a big grin right before he looked down at his Oscar which he clenched onto tightly.

Lucy: What on earth are you going to do with that thing?

Rami: Oh, I don’t know, probably just stick it on a shelf somewhere

Lucy: At home, I’d suppose

Rami: Home? that’s such an obscure thing, really

The two of them laugh and smile at one another as Rami plays with the engagement ring on Lucy’s finger that he gave her just the day before.

Ben: Joe, why did you just pull out a calendar?

I already know the date

Joe: You just don’t want to admit it

Ben: Joe, If you make that joke again I swear to god

Joe *aggressively points to calendar* All these dates and you ain’t got one hahahaha

Ben: But you’re sitting right next to me

Joe: why must you ruin every joke I make

Ben: Joe just because you’re Tim from Jurassic Park doesn’t mean you get to act like a dick to me

Joe *awkwardly looks for words*: Look, when we get home just please hang the calendar up because we need something to replace our wedding photo after you smashed it on the ground after you saw Ben Cardy in the bed again

Ben: *mumbles to himself*: that bitch

Gwilym: Hello, I’ve been here for two weeks can someone please talk to me?

I can’t really feel my legs, I feel like I’m a walking bamboo stick

Ben: Are you jOking?? I will throw bacon at you again, I will do it

Joe: Gwilym, you know we love you but please for the love of god shut up

Gwilym: Just happy to be here

Brian: I’ll deliver the speech, Roger

Roger: Oh of course you will because it’s always about you

Brian: I’m not saying that, Rog

Roger: It’s always about you big space man,

It wasn’t enough for you to play on top of fucking Kensington palace but now you have this to, hey, why don’t you just go fuck some stars while you’re at it

Brian: Hey, Roger there’s a car over there, I think it’s a Ferrari 308 GTB

Roger: Are you jOking?

Brian: no buddy, not today

Roger: oh shit reAlly???!!

Brian: oH dear god not again, it’s happening again, someone get a grease gun

Of course, in Roger Taylor fashion, Roger runs

Ben: ROGER NO

Allen: HELP us please

Aaron: We’ve been in there for a week

Gwilym: been where for a week?

Aaron: In the car of Ben’s trunk

Allen: it was pitch black but all we could see was torn up pieces of cardboard with the words “u thot” written in sharpie

Aaron: for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why but the pieces of cardboard looked like Ben

Joe *to Ben*: We’re getting a divorce

Ben: FinE, I have better things to do on my Saturday nights anyway

Ben *winks* at Gwilym

Gwilym: No, please, don’t do that again, ever

Conveniently right after the whole debacle the lights dim and the nominees are being announced:

Bohemian Rhapsody

Everyone simultaneously: yayyayaa oh my goddamn this amazing I’m so proud

Joe: Oh MY GOD YES!! Everybody else can go kiss our asses

Ben: Joe, when we get divorced I’m getting Ben Cardy - you bitch

Joe: then I’m taking the calendar you hoe

Again, conveniently the host speaks again:

Black Panther

The Favourite

BlacKkKlansman

Green Book

Vice

A Star is Born

Roma

And the winner is... Bohemian Rhapsody! Producers Graham King and Jim Beach

Everyone jumps up so excited while Roger and Brian hug each other

and Joe and Ben Kiss...

Rami grabs Lucy’s hand and they walk to the stage while Rami stands there for a sec

Lucy: Rami what’s wrong?

Rami: Nothing love, just looking at how beautiful you are

Lucy *blushing* thank you darling, now let’s go

Rami *with a big grin on his face*: I dub thee Mrs. Lucy Malek

Joe: For the last time Ben! Let go of my calendar or the tattoo gets it

Ben: Oh look at you, being a bitch, hey why don’t you go fuck some dinosaurs

Joe: and what did those poor dinosaurs ever do to you?

After a painful, awkward silence amongst the group they make there way up to the stage.

Bri heads up the stairs first while Roger annoyingly tries to cut in front of him, but of course that plan didn’t work. They are obviously followed by their wives Anita and Sarina. Then Rami comes behind them still clenching onto his well deserved Oscar as he also has Lucy’s hand in his grip. Joe and Ben then follow, you could only imagine what they hold in store:

Ben: For Christ’s sake Joe just leave calendar

Joe: If you really loved me then you’d let me have the goddamn calendar

Ben: I still love you, you idiotic, lovable bastard

Joe: duh I already knew that but awwww

Gwilym follows behind trying not to roll his eyes another 1000 feet back into his head while Aaron and Allen follow. As everyone is scrambling on stage marveling in the news we hear a set of footsteps quietly grace the stage A thunderous roar erupts from the audience as everyone rises on their feet because John Richard Deacon, born August 19th, 1951 just entered wearing a dazzling maroon colored suit of course to compliment Joe’s. Humble as always John stands there and takes a small bow. Reluctant but in awe, Joe walks over to John and the two link arms as Joe walks him over to Roger and Brian, who are both in a state of shock.

Roger: Deacy, I cant believe you’re here

Brian: After all this time

John Richard Deacon: It’s great to be here, I know Fred would love it

Roger: I’m sure he does

Now it’s time for the speech:

Brian: This is such a big honor, there are so many people to thank so let m-

Roger: What Brian is trying to say is that we have to thank our producers: Graham King, Jim Beach, & Dexter Fletcher who is also our amazing, hardworking director who showed us what art could be, what Queen could be. Thank you for John Ottman for giving us our sound and for making Queen and Fred sound alive again-

Brian: Rog also forgot to thank Polly Bennett our movement coach, thank you to Julian Day who made everybody jealous with Freddie’s wardrobe and a final thank you to Susie Figgis who casted these 4 talented, wonderful men.

Roger: Rami you did a wonderful tribute to Freddie and you brought our best friend back to life once again, thank you.

Brian: Thank you to every single cast and crew member who worked on this film even when it didn’t have a star yet.

Roger grabs the Oscar and says these words to the sky: This one’s for you Fred!

John Richard Deacon: Thank you everyone, goodnight!

As the audience applauded like mad, Rami turned around to see Freddie in a light blue suit leaning against the wall, smiling

Freddie: thank you, darling

*scene cuts to black and then cuts to what looks an apartment, Joe and 3 children are laying on the floor*

Joe: And that kids is the story of how I married, divorced and re-married your mother

Ben: Mother?? Are you jOking? *the kids distraught faces intensify*

Joe: eh, don’t worry kids he’ll get used to it, it’ll all be taken care of

*cuts to Ben Cardy peering out of the closet*

The End (for now)...

#bohemian rhapsody #oscars #freddie fucking mercury #john deacon #roger taylor #brian may #rami malek #ben hardy #gwilym lee #joe mazzello

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