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chocolateloveland · 3 years

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My phone misses your calls

Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson have been in the same boy band since 2010. They have grown so close that people assumed that they were a couple, which soon enough becomes the theme of their jokes. Until slowly they started realizing that the feeling they had towards each other was not platonic.

" - I am Lou... - he said with a little smirk. I was smiling wildly at him. - I thought you were straight - I tried to joke and he looked at me and finally laughed at my joke. "

A/N: Hello, It’s my first time writing here on Tumblr and it got me pretty nervous, to be honest, so please, whatever you think about the story just comment below so I can take your advice.

Chapter 1 - Beginning

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Harry's POV

Today is the most important day out of all. I've auditioned for X factor lately and am feeling very scared regarding the outcome. Today all three judges will look at each of our eyes and tell us if we are talented or no.

When I auditioned I was so sure that I had everything to become X factor. Now I am not sure. All fellas up there are amazing. They have great voices and experience.

I was thinking about it when I heard someone yell my name. I snapped out of trance to see that I was pouring hot coffee all around the table as it already filled the cup.

- Honey - manager of the bakery tapped my back. I started to panic, I ruined my outfit and maybe my only job as well. -go home, dear. - she said with a warm tone - put on a new outfit and get ready to show everyone your talent. - I tried to argue however it didn't work as she stopped me before even saying one word. I sighed as I took off my apron and mouthed "thank you".

At the entrance, I crashed into someone. She quickly backed away and looked at me with an "as if" face as she took the Gucci bag out of the floor, which said Guci with one c. I smiled at how perfectly rude she was to me and how I had a crush on her. My manager quickly smirked at me as I blushed and went home.

Not a great day.

I quickly changed my outfit to a green t-shirt and jeans. Took the little scarf and headed to X factor as I kissed my mom goodbye.

- honey, green is highlighting your eyes. You should wear them more often. - she says with a smile on her face and her gaze follows me till the door.

I was waiting for a call from the stage. I was looking at the frightened faces of people as I was drinking water nonstop. That's when it hit me that I needed a wee before the stage. I rushed to the bathroom and quickly started to open my trousers in my way as the bathroom was empty. Then I started to pee and as usual whirl a song, for now, I chose "who let the dogs out". I smiled at my choice when someone laughed at my back and it made me jump and turn around quickly.

As I finished my business and quickly zipped up the trousers. I noticed the guy, who laughed at me looking at a little spot on his left leg. DID I JUST SPLASH MY PEE TO SOMEONE? He was frozen and I decided to pathetically try talking.

-Oops - I say after murmouring for a bit and shrugged.

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-Oops - he said and then I realize that I was staring at my own trousers for a bit. Today was not my day. I finally looked at him and saw green eyes staring at the same spot. I was so angry before but seeing his face I tried very hard not to laugh.

-Hi! - I say with a quirky voice and quickly coughed to make my voice sound more normal. He looked at me finally. I know him, his singing was amazing the other day. I noticed that while I was remembering his voice I was staring down and up at him. Then I noticed his furrowed eyebrows. - I am straight. - I said and quickly regretted it as I stopped hitting myself in the face.

Harry: - Hi straight I am Harry - and I almost cringed at his pathetic try of a joke. But decided to play along.

- so Harry, that's how you treat your enemies huh? - I laughed as he turned around to wash his hands, looking at me with furrowed eyebrows. This guy has a weird sense of humor. He looked back to his hands and I followed his gaze to notice his hands shaking. I was gonna laugh because of that, I was always a bully however I didn't cause I know exactly what he was feeling. Damn my hands were shaky too, x-factor was wreaking our nerves.

Harry: - I'm gonna go back -he said as he caught my gaze. - Sorry for the incident. I will pay for the new ones. - he suggested.

Louis: - It's nothing, not the first time. - I said dirtily and he slightly smiled at the comment. - about the payback, you can pay me with the picture with you. - realizing how it sounded I wanted to excuse myself from the bathroom and drink something heavy. He looked with a little smile and furrowed eyebrows again, asking for an explanation. - I meant I've heard you singing. I just want to be the first one with a photo of you when you'll be worldwide famous. - on that he laughed loudly, however, I wasn't joking.

Harry: - see you there, straight. - again, this pathetic excuse of a joke. Even as he said that he wasn't moving a bit.

Louis: - um... See you. - I said and then he walked away. - weird kiddo. - I mumbled.

As I've returned backstage we were already getting ready for the stage.

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HARRYS POV

When I excused myself from the bathroom I slightly was relieved. Even tho I have a new enemy, he called himself that, it ended soon enough without any TV drama.

I was still thinking about who the guy reminded me of when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I looked at the guy with an annoyed face.

- Sorry mate but we should go on stage.

The next 30 minutes was a nightmare, waiting for your name to be said as desperate as ever. It was like a bad sexual experience. Waiting for the key moment to happen, girl to shout your name and sea of feelings in your stomach raising. Your heartbeat is faster and ... nothing.

They thanked us for participation and escorted us out of the stage. I saw the guy who told me that it was time to go on stage crying. The guy from the bathroom was smiling wildly at him and patting his back. I assumed he was called, however, I quickly changed my mind after seeing his face change as soon as the crying guy left for tissues.

Few drops came from my eyes as I've realized that I would not feel the same rush when someone made us stand straightly and called out names. I felt weakness when they called mine as well. "You'll be back on stage in 5," he said with barely looking at 5 of us.

No one was talking just looking at each other when they escorted us on stage. I've noticed that on the other side 4 girls were standing. Then the judge started to talk about how talented we are and how hard it is to let us go and the final words of Simon hit me to the ground.

"We've decided to put you both to the ..." and I couldn't hear more as I've knelt to the ground covering my eyes. Some blonde guy jumping on my back. As I've stood up to say hello to my new bandmates I felt someone in my arms.

I wasn't sure if I saw him right but it was "straight", little spot on his jeans made me sure about it. He jumped at me and I, without thinking slide my hands to catch his thighs.

As he finally stood on his foot we both looked at each other and after a small awkward pause, we laughed.

- I am Lou... - he said with a little smirk. I was smiling wildly at him.

- I thought you were straight - I tried to joke and he looked at me and finally laughed at my joke.

#larry fic #larry stylinson #louis and harry #one direction #gay love #gay couple

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staytheb · 3 years

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Audition Day

Genre: college!au, slice of life, slight fluff, slight angst Word Count: 3,554 Summary: Serena, Jasmine, Katherine, and Melanie find themselves auditioning for the Sing In May a week after the White Day Festival and even happen to run into several NCT members as well.

Day Festival masterlist.

Warning: semi-proofread.

whoo! hi. i’m on a roll at the moment and i hope it won’t fade away so fast. my mental health has seemed to improve lately and work isn’t as stressful as it used to be. also i can work on my stories without being so drained and uninterested. anyways, since i’m in the mood here is another snippet for that NCT story series of sorts. have no idea what to actually call it, but they’re pretty much standalones lol. but yeah, happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

A week later the quartet found themselves in the school's auditorium at eight in the morning. They were informed by Gina to arrive early for the auditions and if they did then they wouldn't have to go to any of their classes, but could still receive the attendance and work for missing them. So here they were all comfy in sweats and hoodies awaiting for further details along with all the others auditioning for the showcase. Anyways, for the past few days the quartet have been practicing a few songs just in case another participate was doing the same song and didn't want to clash. So they prepared backup songs although they wondered if they should've even bothered as they didn't voluntarily sign up in the first place.

"This is still so early, bro." Serena said in-between a yawn while slouching in her seat. "Why do we need to be here so early though?"

"Gina said the auditions will be all day as oppose it to being a three day auditioning due to last minute changes." Jasmine stated as she also let out a yawn and was slouching in her seat.

"What's up with the last minute changes this year?" Melanie asked to no one in particular.

"I know, right." Katherine agreed. "I just hope they have snacks."

"If not, then I'm leaving to get bubble tea." Serena remarked.

"You and your unhealthy obsession with bubble tea."

Jasmine eyed her friend as Serena shrugged.

"It's addicting."

"By the way, what's the name that Gina gave us for this?" Katherine asked remembering something.

"I think it's Lady Rose or something." Jasmine replied as Melanie went through her friend to double check.

"Ah, it's Roseate Bloom now. It was Lady Rose."

"What about our stage names?" Serena inquired interested in the topic all of a sudden. "Is it similar to what we used in the past?"

"Um," Melanie continued to scroll through her phone before answering, "Yeah something like that."

Melanie showed the trio their new stage names as the twins sighed while Serena chuckled.

"I guess Gina had as much fun as I did."

"True."

Soon the group of four looked about them as they noticed that the auditorium was quite filled up save a few seats here and there. They continued talking as they wondered how many acts were actually going to perform and if the ones in charge of the event was going to be picky or not.

"Hello everyone and thank you all for joining us this morning for auditions."

Haji, the overall person in charged of Sing In May, stood on stage to welcome the participants getting the attention of everyone present. She then motioned for several more people to join her.

"This year joining me in the selection for those to participate in Sing In May are Daeyoung, Lina, Jenny, Sulhee, Aaron, Dohyun, and Ray. So please be mindful of us and we'll be mindful of you."

The other seven introduced themselves before walking off the stage and down the area where several tables were set up like booths as Haji continued speaking.

"Anyways, I'm going to divide you guys into certain sections before you audition. When I call out your name and or the group you're with, please make your way to one of the seven booths quietly and without disturbances led by one of them."

Haji explained while holding several pieces of paper and motioning to the tables.

"Please pay attention as once you move over to your assigned area where Ray, Sulhee, and the others will hand you your name-tags and other information. When everyone is settled the auditions will start at nine."

"I still can't believe we have to wear these until auditions are over." Serena complained as she adjusted the straps of her large name-tag.

"It makes us seem like real trainees having one of those monthly evaluations." Katherine mused. "I kinda like it."

"Of course you would." Melanie remarked with a laugh as she got done adjusting her name-tag.

"Anyways, I'm just glad that we don't have to wear any costumes for this."

"I know." Jasmine agreed.

"But if we make it in for the showcase I'm sure Gina got something in mind for us to wear."

Serena sighed upon imaging that.

"So true. Anyways, I'm just mad that we're in the late afternoon. I would rather get it done and over with."

"Maybe Gina will do something later on about it." Katherine reasoned with a laugh. "I wondered how many they're gonna accept this year."

"Depending on how the acts goes today we could have at least like twenty." Jasmine answered.

"That's roughly like an hour." Melanie calculated. "Wasn't it like two hours or three hours last year?"

"I think so." Jasmine recalled. "But last year was a competition and not a showcase so there were quite a few rounds or something like that for last year's Sing In May."

"Oh yeah, I remember that now. Gina told me that the whole competition was a mess to deal with due to everyone not being on the same page. Both the staffs and the contestants" Katherine recalled remembering what happened last year. "Anyways, so they're doing a showcase and I think it's gonna be at least thirty to get in as many people as possible."

"What are they trying to get with the funds from this showcase for?" Serena asked once she was satisfied with her name-tag placement.

"It's going for the All-Star Sports competition." Jasmine answered. "Gina mentioned they wanna add an actual obstacle course which fell through last year."

"Oh really? That'll be cool." Melanie said with a nod.

"Anyways," Katherine directed the conversation elsewhere. "Just like what Serena said earlier, let's get some bubble tea."

"Aight then. Let's go."

Serena cheered happily at the prospect of a boba run.

"What flavor did you get again?" Katherine asked Serena upon seeing her drink.

"Rose."

She offered the drink towards her friend.

"Do you wanna try?"

"No thanks. I'm good. Wintermelon is all I need."

"Let me try that mochi waffle you got." Melanie asked her sister as Serena handed one of them over to her. "Is it any good?"

"I dunno. I saw a post about it online and wanted to try it." Serena answered with a chuckle. "It looked good and smells lovely."

The group of four were casually heading back to the university after buying their snacks and drinks. They were enjoying themselves and taking in the sunshine until they ran into an ex-friend of Serena's just outside the entrance of the university. He was with two other males.

"Oh ho. Look who we have here." The ex-friend exclaimed as he and his two buddies blocked the quartet's path.

"Must be fate bringing us together, Serena."

"You wished that was true, Sammy." Jasmine stated as she instinctively moved to put a barrier between the male and her friend.

"Why don't you buzz off?"

Sammy cast her an annoyed look.

"This doesn't concern you, Jasmine."

"It does when you keep on bothering her when she ended the friendship two years ago."

Sammy scoffed.

"That's what you think."

"It's not what we think. It's what we know." Katherine clarified as she, too, joined her twin in blocking the male from Serena.

"Besides, what are you even doing over here?"

"I can do whatever I want, Katherine." He answered with a snicker.

"Seriously, dude, why can't you just leave her and us alone." Melanie told him off. "There's no reason for us to associate with one another."

Sammy cast his eyes onto Melanie with a hard stare.

"Hey, if we happen to cross paths, then who am I to deny that."

"Right." She motioned to the school. "Just outside the university like that?"

"Well, it is what it is. So what are you gonna do about it, Melanie?"

The girls didn't like the way he had said Melanie's name. They also didn't like the way he stood with his friends behind him. The quartet became cautious and wary when they noticed that his friends almost surrounded them a second later.

"Look, Sammy. We're no longer friends so just leave me and them alone." Serena reasoned with the male as she stood before him now.

"You really think you're all that, don't you, Serena?"

Sammy scoffed as Serena remained firm.

"I do if I have to. Please just stop doing whatever it is you're doing."

Before Sammy could say or do anything else, two other voices intervened from behind him.

"Is there a problem here?"

"Ling Shuang?"

The whole group turned their attention to the newcomers and the quartet recognized the two as Kun and WinWin with WinWin calling Serena by another name.

"No, there's no problem and no you don't need to bother. I'm just having a chat with my girlfriend and her friends." Sammy answered trying to coolly play it off.

"I'm not your girlfriend." Serena clarified with a firm tone. "And we were not having a chat."

Somehow the two males made their way over to the group and eased themselves in-between Sammy and his friends and the quartet.

"I'm sure these ladies have ended their interaction with you fellas." Kun said in a calm tone while shooting Sammy a smile, but his eyes said otherwise.

Sammy looked between the two males and the females before glancing at his own friends.

"Psh, whatever. She's not even worth it." Sammy said while backing off.

He motioned for his friend to get out of there.

"Let's go."

Sammy and his buddies took off with Sammy not even glancing back. The quartet let out a breath of relieved as they hoped this was the final time they would see him.

"You good?" Melanie asked her sister with a worried look. "I think we should put a restraining order on him."

"I'm fine and I think so, too." Serena answered before turning to the two males. "Thank you and sorry that you guys had to get involved."

"No worries. Gotta help people when things like that occur." Kun brushed it off in good-nature.

Meanwhile, WinWin cast Serena a stern look.

"Ling Shuang."

"Sorry, WinWin. I thought he wouldn't appear after you told him off last time."

WinWin sighed, but nodded.

"It's fine. Just, be safe and don't go anywhere alone. Okay?"

"I will. Thanks."

"You're welcome."

"Are you sure that she and WinWin have nothing going on between them?" Jasmine muttered to the other two, but Serena overheard her.

"We don't." Serena clarified.

"By the way, Serena, why does he call you by another name?" Katherine inquired a moment later.

"I came up with a Chinese name for myself when I first met him and it stuck since." Serena explained as Melanie laughed.

"Yeah, that sounds about right."

Kun happened to noticed their name-tags.

"Ah, are you guys participating in the Sing In May, too?"

"Auditioning." Jasmine corrected. "We don't know if we'll actually be in the showcase."

"Well, good luck. Our other friends are also participating, but with different teams. Why don't we head back together?"

While heading back to the auditorium, Serena had to keep her friends and sister in check as they kept pushing her to walk alongside either boys to tease her. Both males noticed, but didn't comment as Serena just shook her head to indicate that it was nothing while later glaring at the trio to stop their little antics. They didn't.

"There's actually a lot of good acts auditioning here to be honest." Katherine commented after watching a soloist belt out notes like no other.

"Do they really need us then?" Serena asked skeptically. "I mean, honestly there were some real good ones that could definitely bring in some interests."

"Even if we wanna leave, Gina would not let us live it down." Melanie reasoned with a yawn. "Has Gina responded back yet?"

"Not yet. We still have less than half an hour left." Jasmine informed her. "Besides, Gina was gonna message us when to be back there."

Upon returning to the auditorium, the quartet were informed by Gina that their time slot had actually been moved up earlier than previous as well as the list of songs the others auditioning were performing to. It made it easier for the quartet which song to audition with and to get it done and over with as well.

"This is so annoying." Serena commented as she slumped into her seat. "At least it'll be over soon."

The trio turned to look over at Jasmine who let out a suppressed squeal. They follow her line of sight and noticed that she had spotted Johnny in the distance. He was speaking with the rest of his Nu Chi Theta members. They wondered if all or some of them were going to participate in the Sing In May.

"Hey, you should've confessed when he met up with us earlier when we arrived with WinWin and Kun." Serena teased as she nudged Jasmine who nudged her back.

"No way I could do that on my own. I would need someone with me."

"Hmm, maybe Serena can help out by asking Taeyong on a date." Katherine mused as Serena frown with a shake of her head.

"Then how about Melanie asking Jaehyun out then?"

Katherine looked over at Melanie who shot her a knowing look.

"Or you can be a good sister and ask Taeil out and then the both of you could go on a double date instead of Serena and I."

"Anyways, let's go." Katherine responded instead dodging the topic. "Gina just messaged us to head backstage to prep."

"One, two," Jasmine started the greeting like always whenever they were a performing group before finishing as a team in a cheerful tone, "We are Roseate Bloom! Hello!"

The quartet quickly introduced themselves with the stage names that Gina had designated for them with the meaning of flowers in the order of Melanie, Katherine, Serena, and Jasmine.

"I'm Jin Dalrae"

"I'm Jang Mihwa."

"I'm Han Songyi."

"And I'm Min Deulle."

Roseate Bloom bowed as their were some applause. Jasmine spoke again.

"We'lll be performing We Are A Bit Different so please watch over us kindly."

"Thank you." Haji thanked them as she motioned for them to start. "Whenever you're ready to go."

The group went into formation as they waited for the music to start. Despite their earlier complaint they found themselves once again enjoying it. When the song came to an end did they remain in their ending poses and waited a few seconds before dropping it and awaited what Haji and the others had to say.

"Alright, thank you so much for your audition, Roseate Bloom." Haji thanked them with a smile while writing on the clipboard before her.

She then glanced at the others.

"Would you guys like to say anything?"

Lina nodded before looking over at Serena with a smile.

"Han Songyi." She announced as it was quiet for a moment.

Jasmine nudged Serena that it was her that Lina had called upon.

"Uh, yes?" Serena answered as she looked at her curiously.

"Where did you buy that strawberry cat hoodie?"

Serena relaxed upon hearing Lina's question and answered with a small smile.

"Ah, it was a gift from a friend back home. I don't know where he bought it though."

"Ah, if you find out, then will you let me know?"

"Of course."

The others laughed as Haji went back on topic.

"Anyone else have something to say?"

Daeyoung raised his hand as he looked at them all.

"Jang Mihwa, could I request you sing a little something right now?"

"Uh," Katherine stalled as she slightly panicked while glancing at the other three.

"Oh, that song you sang this morning when showering." Melanie suggested in a whisper as Katherine nodded feeling less nervous.

"Yeah. I can do that."

Daeyoung smiled as everyone else anticipated what Katherine would sing.

~Let me sing a song for love, I wanna sing a song for love, let it be a song for love, and you can hum along, and someday you'll find it, the way to sing your song for love, song for love, song for love, maybe someday you'll find it, the way to sing your song for love~

Katherine sang the chorus for Song For Love and sheepishly cast a smile afterwards.

"Thank you so much, Jang Mihwa." Daeyoung thanked her with a clap. "I'm good now."

Haji chuckled before looking at the rest of the judges.

"Anything else?"

Ray raised his hand this time while looking at the quartet.

"Min Deulle, I'm assuming you're like the leader of Roseate Bloom?"

"Uh, yes." Jasmine answered with a sheepish laugh. "De facto leader."

"Nice. You give off that vibe to me. How do you feel about having that role?”

Jasmine shrugged as she answered nonchalantly.

“I don’t mind, really. I’m just glad to know that I have a wonderful team to stand by me and help me lead.”

“Ooh, good answer.”

Ray chuckled before asking another question.

“Anyways, are the names listed on your name-tag your stage names, perhaps?"

"Mmhmm. For Sing In May purposes."

"I see. Is it related to your group name that's why?"

"Yes, it is."

"Very nice."

Ray looked at Haji with a satisfied smile.

"I'm good here as well."

Haji chuckled once again and asked once more if anyone else had anything for Roseate Bloom with Sulhee raising her hand and directing her attention onto Melanie.

"Yeah, Since Jin Dalrae hasn't spoke yet, could you sing a little something for us right now?"

Melanie's eyes went wide at being caught off guard just like Katherine until Katherine suggested a song for her to do, too, just like what Melanie had done for her.

"Sure." Melanie answered before singing a snippet of All To U.

~Imma give it all to you, and baby it’s so true, I’m gon be insane that when I’m lying next to you, I’ll give it all to you and baby it’s so true, I’m gon be insane that when I’m lying next to you~

"Ohh, lovely." Sulhee praised with glee. "Thank you so much, Min Dalrae."

Sulhee nodded at Haji who once again asked if the others wanted to commented before facing the quartet again after receiving head shakes.

"I think that's it for now, ladies. We'll notify if you're in the final line-up within a week. Have a good rest of your day, Roseate Bloom."

"Thank you."

The quartet thanked them as they bowed once more before walking off and handling all of the items back to one of the student council members as another group walked past to perform.

"Oh!"

"Serena! Melanie!"

"Watch our stage!"

"Yeah. Watch us!"

"And let us know how we did afterwards."

The male quintet spoke as they walked by the quartet as they addressed Melanie and Serena while waving politely at Katherine and Jasmine.

"Oh yeah, sure. Serena and I will totally be cheering for y'all!" Melanie informed them as she nudged Serena playfully.

"Cool! Thanks!"

The quintet ran off to prepare while Jasmine stared at them with a shocked face.

"You guys also know Chenle, Jisung, Jaemin, Jeno, and Renjun, too?"

Jasmine playfully smacked.

"Girl, y'all had the connection this whole time and could've helped me out with Johnny."

"We're just mutual friends through Ten, Jasmine." Melanie clarified. "It's not like we actually hang out with them. Besides, just confess already."

"Yeah, for real. Confess." Serena chimed in with a sour face not directed at her friend. "If we did announce our friendship, then we would be stalked by their dumb fangirls. They're so obsessive, so possessive, and even beyond rational. It's kinda mind-bogging."

Jasmine nodded upon hearing those words.

"Oh, true. Sorry. I didn't mean it like that. My bad for sounding like one."

"It's okay, sis, and you’re not that bad as them, but just go through the natural way and not be a stalker that would make them hate you even more." Katherine advised before looking over at the other pair of sisters with a cheeky expression.

"By the way, I think it was bound to happen one way or another."

"Why do you say that?" Melanie asked with a puzzled gaze.

"Well, the way I see it we're all gonna be crossing paths more since we all have a crush on a Nu Chi Theta member. Another thing to note is that you and Serena are actually on friendly terms with several of them already."

"This isn't a drama, Katherine."

Serena pointed out with a suspicious look.

"So don't go jinxing it or whatever."

"It's bound to happen, Serena, whether you like it or not."

"Shut up."

The other three laughed as their attention soon went to the quintet as they performed their rendition of No.1. Serena ran off once the song ended leaving the other three to make excuses on her behalf. Anyways, barely a week later the quartet received news from Gina personally that Roseate Bloom had been chosen to participate in the Sing In May without her actual doing as the judges really enjoyed their stage and personality. The twins were excited while the other sisters were just going with the flow. More Melanie Serena, as Serena wondered if life really wanted her to go through some drama-like life.

#staytheb #nct scenarios #nct u #nct 127 #nct dream #nct 2018 #wayv #nct 2020 #superm

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aegon · 4 years

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I never understand when people say Bernie is some revolutionary. It’s usually non Americans that say that because of his very successful ad campaigns and loud supporters. He’s the definition of establishment. He’s worked in the government for soooo long and literally done nothing but rename a post office. That’s it. Why do people think he’d do anything as president, when he didn’t do anything when he was a politician with power for decades? Sucks that even the left obsess over mediocre men

I mean...Google is free. It literally took me half a minute to find a list of Bernie’s numerous accomplishments over his decades-long career but sure, let the non-American tell you what your own politicians are up to.

And because my own country fell a few days ago to the ignorance the masses, I even found other sources to back-up the facts of (some of) Bernie’s most remarkable feats:

Bernie is one of the hardest working politicians in the States, being dubbed “the amendment king” for passing more roll-call amendments than anyone else.

I like how you mentioned the post office naming and totally ignored the fact he introduced and passed a bill that increased veterans’ disability compensations

“The definition of establishment,” you say. When more than half of the States and most of your politicians wanted your army to invade Iraq, Bernie said no. He didn’t need to wait seventeen years and a million innocent casualties to make his mind up. Actually, Bernie’s been consistently anti-war throughout his life and again, that’s fucking impressive when more than half of America, at one point, wanted people like me to be blown up. A good egg.

“The definition of establishment,” you say. The American government has systematically supported the Israeli oppression of Palestinians from the very beginning. Anyone who dare say anything against it is deemed anti-Semitic. Bernie, a Jewish man, is one of the only politicians I’ve seen from your side that has enough of a spine to say something about it. Now you might not think it’s much, but an American politician that isn’t Netanyahu’s bitch should be celebrated. It’s that rare.

“The definition of establishment,” you say. Bernie’s been protesting for civil rights and standing up for justice for fifty goddamn years. Damn, what kind of rose-tinged glasses are you wearing that you think someone like that is the fucking establishment???

He couldn’t get nearly as much as he wanted done because you have such rotten shits in office. Like remember when he actively wanted to protect your privacy rights post-9/11 because he didn’t want your basic freedoms to be exploited by the NSA who wanted to read all your emails and listen to your calls without your consent? Wow what a mediocre shit wanting you to not be watched by the state like it’s 1984 lmao

The free credit report you’re entitled to every year? That was Bernie.

Actually reached across the aisle to work with Republican Charles Grassley to introduce the ‘Employ America act’ that stopped major firms firing American employees and hiring cheap foreign workers. That’s called bi-partisanship and y’all need that in your government. Mediocre men don’t negotiate with the opposition for the rights of people.

The first ever audit of the Federal Reserve that revealed how trillions were paid (with no interest) to big banks and businesses? Bernie.

He fought to get community health centres into the ACA

His very first bill that became law was the National Program of Cancer Registries that helps researchers gain valuable information in their fight against cancer. Called “the cancer weapon American needs most.”

Bernie also passed an amendment to prevent the Bush administration from working to overturn a federal district court ruling that IBM’s pension cuts violated age discrimination laws. This amendment helped 130,000 IBM workers regain $320 million in pension benefits that had been taken away from them.

In the late 1990s, dairy farmers were being forced to sell off their lands to big corporations. Due to an amendment by Bernie, a law passed that provided $350 million to help struggling dairy farmers survive.

Bernie’s tried passing so many climate change bills and sadly, most have been blocked by shit stains in your government but he did manage to pass an energy bill that secured $3.2 billion to fund the grants that reduce greenhouse gas emissions that cause global warming. The program to date has funded upgrades for more than 86,000 buildings, installed more than 9,500 solar energy systems and, in the process, created or saved thousands of good-paying jobs.

He has campaigned NON-STOP to give y’all the right not to die from student debt or to pay thousands for like breaking a finger, but ok yes not a revolutionary at all lmao

It’s nice of you to demean him to just naming a post office when he’s been fighting to save thousands of jobs in the postal service, despite the Republicans shutting him down whenever he tries.

So I could go on and on because it turns out, this Bernie fella has done a lot in his time as a politician. He’s introduced over 300 bills whose sole purpose is to help the average American like yourself. It’s so easy to sit on your sofa and call him mediocre when you haven’t fought a percent of the battles that he has to make your life easier.

You don’t have to like Bernie. You don’t have to support his policies. But to trivialise a man who has worked hard and dedicated his life to serving his people speaks volumes of your own ignorance.

Who becomes your President isn’t really my concern. Quite frankly, I’m not affected by whether you can afford to see a doctor or if you’re forcibly drafted into your next war.

However - you are. I suggest getting off your high-horse and spending more than half a minute to learn about who your politicians are and what they’ve been doing in their careers. You can’t always rely on a Brit across the pond to do your damn work for you.

#anonymous #answered #bernie sanders #us politics #thank u next #bernie is a damn inspiration #thank u and good night

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notarelationship · 5 years

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In A Minute

Klaine Fic - In A Minute

Summary: AU. Kurt’s a bit clumsy, and Blaine needs a boyfriend in a hurry. What more do you want? Words: ~2500 Chapters: 1/? Warnings: none

AO3: Ch 1

I’m shooting for weekly updates. Faster if I can get ahead. Will get it up on AO3 soon-ish. Thanks as always to @honeysucklepink for the speedy beta!

“Okay, so you stick the order tickets to this revolving caddy, and the grill cook will pick them up and set everything here on the pickup counter.”

Kurt nodded. It was his first day at the diner and the assistant day manager – a gorgeous brunette named Santana, who swore under her breath in Spanish every time she walked through the swinging doors that led to the kitchen area, was showing him around the various stations that he had to master. Kurt had worked at the local coffee shop back in Ohio, but the diner was definitely bigger, and there were more things to forget.

“Busboys will handle clearing the tables and lay out the cutlery and fresh napkins. All customers get water when they sit down along with their menus – Denny doesn’t like to wait for people to ask, he thinks it sets this greasy spoon apart from every other roach buffet in the city.” Santana shrugged with one shoulder, clearly expressing her doubt that anything about the diner was special. “Whatever, he’s not a terrible boss and he’s pretty flexible with the schedule since everyone here is a performer. If you need time just get someone to cover your shift and write it on the swap board. Everyone wants time off and everyone needs money. It usually works out.” Kurt thought she was done talking, but she went on. “And once you're up to speed be prepared to take on a few shifts for me. I've got three commercial auditions next week.”

Kurt nodded again. There was no way he’d remember everything she had just told him.

“Anything else I need to know?” Kurt asked.

“Nah,” she said, popping her gum. “You shadow me today and if it’s not too busy you can take some orders later.”

Kurt followed Santana for a couple of tables, and it didn’t seem too difficult. It might take him a couple of days to learn all of the nicknames they had for various menu items, but he was used to memorizing dialogue, so he was pretty sure he would get it. He learned the various stations quickly, and how to cut the right size of cake or pie without giving away too much, but enough to satisfy the customers. Santana taught him how to keep the coffee pots fresh and full, because they served a lot of NYU students and they could get really unruly if they had to wait for their caffeine fix. After a couple hours he even managed to stay out of the way of the busboys as they moved around clearing tables, making himself virtually invisible.

By the time the evening rush rolled in, Kurt knew the particular way the line cook liked to be asked to speed up an order (that did not result in delivering the completely wrong item to the customer), and he could restock the napkins and refill the ketchup and the salt shakers without incident.

After three days he was sure he was going to be fired.

Kurt Hummel was a klutz. He dropped silverware, tripped on the smooth tiled floors of the diner, and once, during the breakfast rush on his third day at the job, tipped a customer’s Lumberjack Combo Breakfast Platter just a little too much to the left, depositing it in the lap of said lumberjack’s dining partner.

“You psych yourself out.” Santana expertly slid three breakfast plates along one arm, and pick up a fourth with her free hand, as she gave her version of a pep talk. “I’ve been watching you Kurt. You know what to do, you just try to do it all at once instead of taking it one plate at a time.”

Kurt shook his head. “I don’t know San, maybe I just have butterfingers.”

Santana nodded at two plates still sitting on the line. “Grab those two plates and follow me,” she said with a flip of her ponytail, heading over to a booth with an intimidating number of attractive guys who all looked about Kurt’s age.

“What’s it gonna take to get you to go out with me?” One of the boys teased. Santana set plates of food in front of four of them, then carefully took both plates that Kurt was holding and set them neatly in front of the rest.

“You’ve still got too much penis for me, champ.” Santana’s colorful language rarely shocked Kurt, but he wasn’t used to hearing her use it with paying customers. “Don’t worry, they’re regulars,” Santana said, somehow winking at the entire table as six jocks burst into giggles. “And fellas, I’m training a newbie, so I expect you all to behave. This is Kurt.” She gave a squeeze to one of Kurt’s shoulder. “Let him know if you need anything else, allright?”

They were wearing matching yellow shirts and shorts, so Kurt assumed they were on some sort of a sports team. In high school this would have set off warning bells for Kurt, but these guys didn’t seem that dangerous, and they had giggled when Santana said penis, not two minutes earlier.

“Big game?” he asked, trying to steal some of the ease Santana had with the group.

The boys mumbled among themselves and Kurt could just make out the words ‘not really’ and ‘just a practice.’

“Okay, well, just flag me down if you need anything else,” he said, taking his awkward with him back to the kitchen.

Twenty minutes later he was making the rounds, refilling water glasses, when Santana’s table flagged him down.

“Refills?” he asked, when he reached the table. The boys all nodded, pushing their glasses to the center of the table so Kurt could reach them easier. Kurt took a breath to steady himself, then reached over with the pitcher, pouring water into all five glasses with only a little splashing onto the table, but nothing too egregious. As he was pouring, Kurt noticed that a few of the boys had cleaned their plates, so he offered to take them.

Everything after that was a blur. He needed to set the pitcher down in order to stack the platters, but didn’t realize until too late that when he set the pitcher down, he set it directly onto a fork; the pitcher wobbled and dumped its ice cold contents all over the lap of the boy sitting nearest to Kurt, who let out a strangled screech.

“Oh shit! I mean shoot! Shit - let me - oh my god.” Kurt scrambled to grab some napkins off of the empty booth next door, and Santana, no doubt attracted by the familiar noises that followed butterfingers, arrived in seconds with a dry rag and a handful of fresh paper towels.

“Jesus Kurt, again?” Santana went to mop up the lap of the wettest boy, then smirked and seemed to think better of it. “Here short stack, you can dab your own crotch.” The boy squirmed a little, but took the napkins and attempted to dry himself off.

“It’s fine - it’s, the pitcher was almost empty,” the boy tried not to make a big deal out of it. He didn’t seem to be mad - at least, he wasn’t yelling at Kurt, which made him possibly the best customer Kurt had had since he’d started, but the boy was clearly uncomfortable, and Kurt could see the huge wet puddle dripping from where the excess water had pooled on the seat between his legs before puddling onto the floor. Kurt shuddered in sympathy. “Really don’t worry about it, it’s just water,” the boy said again. “And I need to go hit the showers anyway.” He tried to give Kurt a sympathetic smile, but Kurt thought he just looked uncomfortable.

“Please, let me comp your meal - all of your meals.” He looked around the table at the boys, but they all protested.

“You really don’t have to, Blaine needed to cool off,” one said

“Yeah, he scored three goals on me this afternoon, if you hadn’t dumped water all over him I probably would have.” They all laughed at that.

“How about dessert?” Kurt offered. “Coffee and pie on me?”

“How about next time? For the pie?” It was the boy Kurt had spilled on, Blaine, and with everything calming down, Kurt took a minute to look at him. His face was turned up toward kurt, and for a brief second Kurt lost his breath. Sure, he was wet, and a little dirty from whatever sport they’d been playing, but his eyes were beautiful, and he was smiling at Kurt in the most sincere way. “We come here all the time, there’ll be other chances for you to make it up to us.” He finished with a quiet smile, and Kurt had to force himself to look away.

“Okay,” Kurt collected himself. “If you promise you’ll come back.” They all promised, and Kurt left them to get their check.

“Santana!” Kurt wailed when he was back in the kitchen.

“Eh, don’t worry about it. They really are here all the time and I’m sure they don’t want to be annoying. Besides,” she added, “I think the little one you poured the water on has a crush on you.”

Kurt scoffed.

“Don’t laugh, maybe he gets off on having things spilled on him.” Kurt rolled his eyes, and brought them their check before disappearing quickly back into the kitchen.

After they had left and he was clearing their table, he discovered a tip far greater than the 10-15% customers usually left, along with a note written on a dry napkin.

Realy don’t worry about it, accidents happen. I promise to take you up on that pie - Blaine.

Kurt folded up the note, and stuck it in his apron pocket, and grinned all the way back to the kitchen.

“Hey Hummel, your shift is over in ten, why don’t you cut out early.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, Brittany’s already here, and it’s Tuesday. It’ll be a quiet night.” Santana was talking to him, but she only had eyes for his replacement. Kurt wasn’t sure they had something going on, but he was sure Santana was open to the idea.

“Okay,” he said brightly. “If you insist.” He washed up as best he could, grabbed his bag from the staff coat closet, and with a wave and a promise to be back the next day for the breakfast shift, he headed home.

Kurt stepped out of the restaurant, breathing in the sights, sounds and smells of the New York spring. New York didn’t always smell great, anyone would agree, but there were occasionally times when it smelled so New York that it was pleasant by association. Tonight was one of those nights.

After a few moments Kurt sighed, and began making a mental list of all of the things be needed to be working on, starting with his scene for his French new wave plays class. It would be better if they’d let him do it in French.

After turning right at the corner, Kurt dodged the light crowd that was starting to gather, as the city shifted from people rushing home from work to people heading out to meet friends and socialize at a much more leisurely pace.

He hadn’t gone more than ten paces before he noticed a familiar figure standing in a doorway. Away from the pedestrian traffic. In the twilight it took him a few long blinks to realize that it was Blaine.

Kurt started to say hi, then realized Blaine was on his phone, as he held up one finger with a somewhat pleading look. Kurt thought meant that Blaine wanted him to wait, so he stopped, and couldn’t help but overhear the end of Blaine’s conversation.

“Yep, yes. Of course I have time, yes, yes I’ll bring him, if he doesn’t have to work-“ Blaine looked at Kurt and grimaced. “Friday night, yes Mother. Love you too. And Dad of course.” Blaine was silent, obviously listening, but nodding along and looking as though he were experiencing slightly more than mild gas pains. After a few more moments he hung up. “Kurt!”

“Um, you weren’t out here waiting for me, I hope.” Kurt chuckled nervously. “No why would you be.” Blaine had said he was fine, but maybe he wanted to exact some revenge for the ice lap? Weirder things had happened on the streets of New York, Kurt knew.

“No! No, um,” Blaine fidgeted a little, then pointed at his phone. “My mom called.”

Kurt had no idea where this conversation was going, but Blaine was certainly cute when he was nervous, or at least when he seemed nervous.

“That’s nice?” Kurt asked, but Blaine looked mildly pained, so Kurt went on. “And I am so sorry, about the water -” Kurt waved his hand in a circle in the direction of Blaine’s crotch, but then thought better of it, stopping with a nervous laugh. “If there’s anything I can do to make it up to you.”

Blaine’s eyebrows did an adorable furrowing, and he finally said something. “Actually, um, there might be?”

Kurt perked up. He would really like to unload some of this guilt over the spill.

“Anything. Well, most things, probably. I don’t think I could do a hit on anyone.” Blaine looked confused. “Kill someone?”

“Oh, oh nothing like that.” Blaine paused. “I need a date.”

“Oh.” That was not what Kurt expected. “Oh?”

“Actually, I need a boyfriend. On very short notice.”

“A boyfriend?”

Blaine nodded, then looked horrified. “Oh my god, I mean, I don’t want to assume, that’s terrible - bad Blaine - I guess I was maybe hoping, when I saw you come around the corner. You don’t even have to be gay! All I need is someone to go out to dinner with me and my parents and pretend to be my boyfriend. No extras required.”

Even his scattered thought process was a little adorable.

“Wait. You need a pretend boyfriend to have dinner with your parents? Don’t gay guys usually need fake girlfriends?”

Blaine laughed. “Probably, but my parents know I’m gay, they’re fine about it, mostly -“ his face darkened for the briefest of moments, “but they keep trying to fix me up with this guy whose parents go to their country club, and I just wanted them to stop so I told them I was in a relationship. And now they’re going to be here this weekend and they want to meet you.” Blaine shook his head and sputtered, his eyes wide in surprise. “Him! My boyfriend.” Blaine sighed and dropped his arms to his sides. “That I don’t have.”

Kurt took a second to really look at Blaine. He was definitely cute, and definitely gay, and while he looked a little rumpled and sweaty now, Kurt could imagine him cleaning up quite nicely. And also it was just for an evening. Kurt would definitely be helping him out, so he could stop feeling guilty about dumping the water on him.

“Nice restaurant?”

Blaine laughed. “Oh, definitely. My parents are the epitome of snooty rich people. It’ll be whatever the hottest place to be this week is.”

“Snooty rich parents and a free meal? I’m in.” Kurt grinned.

“That’s great Kurt, thank you.” Blaine took out his phone and handed it to Kurt. “Put in your number and I’ll send you all the details. I really appreciate this. You have no idea.”

“Let’s talk tomorrow. You can fill me in on anything I need to know about you then.”

#In a Minute #klaine fanfiction #klaine fic

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emerysaks · 7 years

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New Cartinelli fic!

I had an anonymous ask me (quite some time ago) Do you take prompts? Can you write pre-relationship Angie staying up every night when Peggy’s working to make sure she gets home safe, and she does this in secret for months except one day she falls asleep on the sofa or something and Peggy finds her and Angie’s really embarrassed but Peggy thinks it’s sweet.

I love prompts, and I apologize for life. But it happens. However, I did start this a long time ago, and tonight I finished it! I hope you enjoy!

The Slumbering Protector

Angie had initially begun waiting for Peggy to return home when they both lived at the Griffith, and noticed when Peggy had shown up at breakfast the next day sporting a fat lip and a bruised eye Angie could clearly see even under the meticulously applied makeup. Peggy hadn’t answered her door the evening before when Angie knocked before bedtime, and then later, Angie could’ve sworn she heard a window opening and closing outside her own. After that, Angie made a point to make sure her friend arrived home safely every evening, regardless of the hour.

Once Angie and Peggy began living together in Howard Stark’s penthouse and Angie knew what Peggy really did for a living, her concern only increased and she took to waiting downstairs in the library or keeping her bedroom door pushed open until she heard the telltale squeak of the front door opening signaling Peggy’s safe return.

If she was in the library whenever she heard the key in the front door, she scurried upstairs from the library to her room and slipped beneath her covers, pretending to sleep until she heard Peggy’s door close next to hers. It was only then she allowed herself to sigh in relief and fall asleep.

After a solid six months of waiting up and Peggy none the wiser for it, Angie felt pretty confident in her routine. But then she started pulling double shifts at the diner and, despite her best efforts, she started losing track of Peggy’s comings and goings.

It was on one of those evenings – another double shift – that Angie gratefully plodded through the front door of their penthouse and sighed in relief as she peeled the shoes from her sore feet. It had been a long day and all she wanted to do was get out of her stained work uniform, put on pajamas and slip between the cool sheets that she knew were waiting for her up in her bedroom.

“I’m home, Peggy!” Angie called as she looped her finger underneath the straps of her shoes and began making her way up the staircase to the second floor where she and Peggy’s rooms were situated.

Silence greeted her. She cocked a curious ear and tried again.

“Pegs, you up there?”

Still nothing.

Angie bit her lower lip as she reached the landing. It was Thursday. Peggy was usually home by 9:30 on Thursday nights. It was already half past ten. She hadn’t mentioned anything about a late evening to Angie when they’d visited over their cup of coffee earlier that morning.

Concern briefly flitted across Angie’s features, but she tamped it down just as quickly. Peggy probably just lost track of time working on a case file. She had a tendency to do that. Angie couldn’t count the number of times she’d come downstairs in the wee hours of the morning for a glass of water only to find Peggy still up in the study, poring over an open folder, unconsciously nibbling on her lower lip as she tapped a pen against the lacquered finish of the desk.

Usually, Angie would scold her and then convince her to retire for the night with the admonishment that “those folders ain’t going nowhere, Pegs, and a girl needs her beauty sleep.”

Of course, privately, Angie didn’t think Peggy needed any help in the beauty department. The Englishwoman had that in spades, and boy did Angie know it. But despite the reassurances to herself, Angie couldn’t stop the tiny niggling of fear at the back of her mind. After all, Peggy was a secret agent, and she’d had her share of close calls.

Walking through her door, she briefly considered phoning Mister Jarvis to see if he knew anything, but after another moment’s thought, Angie decided it against. It was late, and if there was nothing wrong, she’d get an earful from Peggy for fretting over her.

Realizing there was nothing she could for now, Angie gratefully changed out of her clothes and into the comfortable, yet unnecessarily attractive, nightgown her ma had given her this past Christmas. She wasn’t quite sure why her ma had thought it necessary to give her a fancy nightgown considering she hadn’t brought a man home in… well, Angie couldn’t actually remember when the last time she’d brought a fella home… but her ma had given her a wide wink when she’d opened it, and Angie had flushed in embarrassment when she realized what she was holding in front of her entire family. Apparently, her ma had decided that helping Angie along in the relationship department took precedence over some of the Catholic upbringing that’d been drilled into Angie as a young girl.

Still, it was a lovely nightgown, and Angie figured she should get some use out of it, even if Peggy Carter had been oblivious every time Angie had worn it.

Grabbing a blanket from her bed, Angie headed back downstairs to the library and arranged herself on the sofa. She would give Peggy another half hour before assuming the worst and calling Mister Jarvis. Between now and then, she could rest her tired dogs and maybe work on some lines for that audition next week. Settling in, she began reading, but soon, the quiet hum of the radiator, exhaustion from too many long days and warmth of the blanket proved too much, and the script floated to the floor from her fingers as Angie drifted off to sleep.

It had been a long day. No, scratch that. It had been a long week. Peggy Carter trudged through the front door at a quarter to midnight looking somewhat haggard. A mission that’d gone awry had forced her and Daniel to stay at the office for almost three hours as they wrapped up the case file and made certain all the necessary documentation had been submitted to Washington, D.C. Frankly, she thought it a bit ridiculous, but the brass liked their paperwork, and Peggy liked what she did, so compromises were made.

The house was dark, save for a shaft of light peeking from beneath the closed door of the library near the staircase at the end of the hall. Hanging her hat on a rack near the door, Peggy made her way toward the room, silently hoping Angie hadn’t waited up on her. She’d meant to phone the diner and let her housemate know she’d been running late, but silly bureaucratic requests had sidetracked her, and she’d forgotten until now.

Although Angie was never visibly waiting for her when she strolled through the door on late nights, Peggy had the sneaking suspicion the younger woman did so covertly and on a regular basis. Peggy based this opinion on the faint sound of footsteps that always greeted her when she unlocked the door. After the first few times, Peggy had taken to loudly jiggling the doorknob for a couple of seconds before inserting her key. After all, there was no need for Angie to break her neck flying up the stairs on her account, and it really was a rather sweet gesture when it came down to it.

Standing before the door, Peggy reached down and turned the handle, allowing the door to quietly swing open. When Peggy peered in, she couldn’t contain the smile that lifted the edges of her lips or the warm feeling that spread throughout her chest.

Angie lay ensconced in a blanket on the sofa with the remnants of a script on the floor by her side. Her long hair, normally well coifed, spread about her face, and her mouth was open ever so slightly.

It was, perhaps, the most adorable sight Peggy had ever seen, and it was confirmation that she had been correct in her earlier assumptions. Angie had been waiting up for her. Sweet, adorable, concerned Angie. That dear girl.

Peggy wasn’t sure what she had done to deserve the affection of someone like Angie Martinelli, but she thanked whatever deity had deigned to send her it way.

Creeping silently across the floor, Peggy inched her way through the room until she was standing beside the younger woman. Her eyes traveled over Angie’s sleeping form, and she felt her heart catch in her chest.

Angie was beautiful. There had been so many times it had almost slipped out of her, but so far, she’d caught herself, even if a part of her hadn’t wanted to do so. There was much too at stake right now and it was unfair of her to bring Angie deeper into her world than she already had.

Leaning down, Peggy brushed a stray curl away from Angie’s face. The waitress turned into her touch and smiled in her sleep, shifting just enough to cause the blanket to fall from Angie’s hip and expose the crimson red nightgown she wore beneath.

Peggy swallowed hard and tore her eyes away from the creamy expanse of skin that was now exposed. Angie truly did have the most exquisite legs, and it was torture every time she chose to wear this particular nightgown. Peggy momentarily wondered if the younger woman did it on purpose before deciding she didn’t care either way. The red number was enthralling, and Peggy was grateful to Angie’s mother – despite her reasoning behind it – for gifting it to her.

Shaking her head from her dangerous thoughts, Peggy briefly contemplated allowing Angie to stay on the sofa for the evening before deciding that the poor girl deserved a solid night’s rest in a comfortable bed. After all, she had been keeping such long hours lately. She leaned down.

“Darling,” Peggy whispered, allowing herself the luxury of the intimate term and bringing a gentle hand to stroke the hair back from Angie’s brow.

A sigh escaped Angie’s lips and she turned her slightly.

“Mmm, Peggy?” she murmured sleepily. “What time’s it?”

Peggy smiled affectionately at her. “It’s almost midnight, dear. Well past time for you to be in your own bed, I’d say.” She watched as Angie struggled to wake herself up and hid a grin when Angie was aware enough to realize just how much bare skin she was showing at the moment.

With a squeak of embarrassment, Angie pulled the blanket back over her thighs and then looked up at Peggy, an adorable blush spreading across her cheeks. She glanced around and noticed the script on the floor.

“I was, uh, just practicing my lines,” she said, her words practically tripping over each other. “I must’ve fallen asleep here on the couch while practicing.”

Peggy nodded, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Of course.”

“Yeah,” Angie continued. “Just practicing my lines. What other reason would there be for me to be down here this late at night,” she continued.

Peggy folded her arms and tilted her head. “Indeed. What other reason could there be?”

Angie peered up at her with a sheepish smile. “You know me, Pegs.”

A smile tugged at the corner of Peggy’s lips. “Indeed, I do,” she agreed. She held Angie’s gaze for a long moment and watched as nervousness flitted across her best friend’s features. After another agonizing minute, she decided to give in and let the woman keep her supposed secret.

Flashing her a brilliant smile, she offered Angie a hand and said, “Your dedication to your craft is something I’ve always admired about you.”Peggy could swear Angie deflated as she exhaled a long sigh of what suspiciously sounded like relief.

“Yep, that’s me,” she agreed, “Dedicated. I’m a regular Cary Grant. But without the trousers,” she joked as she took Peggy’s hand and rose from the couch. “Thanks for not letting me crash here all night, Pegs,” she said, her usual confidence seemingly restored. “My neck would’ve hurt something bad come tomorrow morning.”

“You’re welcome,” Peggy smiled. She extended a hand and inclined her head teasingly. “After you.”

Beaming, Angie pulled the blanket tightly around her as she began to walk toward the door.

With the studied casualness of a secret agent, Peggy allowed her foot to catch on the blanket that trailed Angie, and smiled in satisfaction when the material jerked away from Angie leaving her clad only in the crimson nightgown and affording Peggy a generous view of Angie’s legs.

Angie squeaked in surprise and reached down to retrieve the blanket which afforded Peggy an even better view than the previous one.

“Oh dear!” Peggy fretted. “How awfully clumsy of me, Angie. I do apologize!”

But the gleam in her eyes and satisfied smirk said otherwise.

#Cartinelli #Angie Martinelli #peggy carter #agent carter #fanfic

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oh GOD okay here we frickin go. this was my go-to day dream fic for MONTHS, can't believe i never wrote a single word of it..... this might get long and detailed, you have been warned:

so this would've been set somewhere in between 2015-2017. i could never decide if i wanted it to be pre- or post-hiatus, or if i wanted it to be pre- or post-zayn.

niall wakes up, and something is wrong. he's not in his bed - in fact, he's not even in his flat. he finds a phone on the night stand, and it's not his - it's an older model, and it's got a cracked screen. but the background is a picture of him and theo from what looks like theo's birthday party last year. but that doesn't make any sense, because hadn't he missed theo's birthday last year? he definitely doesn't remember taking that photo, or making it his background. he figures he's probably having one, really messed up dream.

he gets out of bed, heads downstairs. he feels awake, but he has had dreams where he's thought he was awake before. he's never been aware of dreaming during those dreams, but right now it's the only thing that makes sense. he hears noise coming from somewhere, so he heads towards it. he finds a kitchen - it's small, and a bit messy. there's a girl there, running around; a piece of toast in one hand and a mug in the other. "uh," he says, confused. his brain still isn't fully awake - actually, it's probably not awake at all. because this is clearly some weird dream. the girl looks up and smiles at him. "morning!" she says, taking a bite of her toast. "uh," he says again. "who're you?" she rolls her eyes. "ha ha, very funny," she says. she puts her mug and toast down on the counter and checks her phone. "oh shit, i'm gonna be late. listen, i'll see you later, okay? enjoy your day off!" and then she's gone, and niall is left alone with no clue where he is.

my instinct here is to just. write it all out but that would be messy and if i were to do that i could just. write the fic. but HERE is what is going on: niall wakes up in a world where he was never in one direction. the girl in the kitchen, her name is jo, is his roommate slash best friend, at least that's what she tells him. she has a girlfriend, sam (short for samira. i've spent WAY too long thinking about jo and sam, they are my children and i love them<3). there's a lot of confusion, first niall thinks he's gone crazy, then everyone else thinks he's gone crazy. one direction still exists, just instead of the little irish fella, there's an extra british guy (i think i had a name for him but i can't remember it anymore). zayn is still there, which is weird bc in niall's world (is this a parallel world? an alternate timeline? niall has no idea, thinking about it all gives him a headache) zayn has very firmly left the band (maybe, as i said i hadn't decided on when this took place). there are obviously some differences, like some of the songs that niall wrote doesn't exist, and some other things are different as well. 1d is still the biggest boy band in the world though, and they seem to be getting bigger every day.

(he calls his mum, to see if maybe she can help him understand. he asks her about auditioning for the x factor, she tells him the story of how he didn't get through to boot camp. she asks him how work is going, and he realizes he has no idea what his life, this life is supposed to look like. so he googles himself, and finds his name listed as a teacher at a music school for kids.)

lots of things happen, obviously! he tells jo, she thinks he's crazy, but then! so, jo works at radio 1 (bc. plot reasons), and one day they're doing a big reveal of 1ds newest single. it's top secret, no one has heard it yet. niall is at home, when he turns on the radio and hears them announce the title of the song, and!! he knows that song!! he knows it, and this is how he can prove to jo that he's not crazy (and maybe also prove it to himself). so he calls jo and sings her the song, tells her that if he's right and that's how the song goes then he has to be telling the truth. and he is! so jo believes him, and they start trying to figure out what to do. they come up with a plan that obviously, niall needs to go to a show to meet some of them, maybe they'll remember him somehow.

blah blah, they go to a show (jo uses her radio 1 connections to get them backstage. as i said, plot reasons). they run into the new guy first, the not-niall-guy. he smiles at them, but there's no recognition there. but then why would there be, it's not like niall knows him either. they also run into harry. it's- weird, for niall, because he knows harry so well. and here he is, and he looks at niall like he's just some guy. they do, however, share a bit of a moment. this all becomes very important later, when they meet again (niall and jo kind of. stalk harry to try and talk to him again.) niall blurts the truth, and harry, obviously, doesn't believe him. then niall tells him something that only someone who knows harry really well would know (it's the story of his first kiss with a guy). harry is shocked, but starts believing niall.

goood, there is. so much more to this but this is already so long. i guess... let me know if anyone wants to hear the rest of this? i barely even touched on the narry of it all, but there was going to be like. guitar lessons (bc without niall in the band, harry never learned how to play, so niall gets to teach him again), and sneaking around, and mystery solving. i DID have a plan for the conclusion, but it's all very complicated lmao. if i ever wrote this fic it would've ended up being like. thee longest fic i ever wrote. okay i'm gonna shut up now because i have another one of these asks that i need to get to. if anyone read all of this, you are a saint mwah!

#this! is all over the place lmao #thank you sm for asking anon<3 #ask #anon #mine

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