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itsallyscorner · 3 years

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pleeeease write a blurb where the girl's a member of little mix and they do an award show performance, so tom keeps hyping his girl up and recording stories, just being a supportive bf 🥺

Thank you so much for requesting!! I’m so sorry it took so long, but I hope you enjoy it💞 I know you said you wanted a blurb, but I could never write short things, I’m always too damned detailed and shit, I’m sorry😭 Happy reading🥰

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Based on Little Mix’s 2019 BRITs performance of Woman Like Me, I suggest watching it to understand Tom’s insta story💞

“You’re going to absolutely smash it. All of you are.” Tom encouraged you. His large hands grasp onto yours comfortingly. The two of you were currently backstage at the BRITs in your and the girls’ shared dressing room. Tonight was a big night for you all, as you and the girls were nominated for two awards: British Artist Video of the Year and British Group of the Year. Additionally, the five of you were going to be performing your latest single, “Woman Like Me”.

To say that you were jittery was an understatement. You were terrifyingly nervous, it made you feel nauseous. Your stomach was a jungle of butterflies, fluttering nonstop as the time to perform grew closer and closer. You glanced at the clock and took a deep breath. The pink latex bra you had on felt as if it were getting tighter and tighter around your chest. Tom notices your slight discomfort and glances at the time, “How about we sit? You’ve got plenty of time to relax before you all go on stage.”

Tom wraps his arm around your waist and leads you to the couch in the dressing room. He settles beside you and moves his arm to rest across your lap, his hand interlocking with yours. You leaned back into the seat and watched the girls make last minute touches to their hair, face, and costumes. Tom squeezes your hand, bringing your attention to him. Your eyes shift to meet his warm chocolate brown ones. A soft smile grows on his lips, “Hey.”

You reciprocate his smile with a smaller one, “Hi.”

“What’s wrong? You rarely get jitters before going out on stage.” He asks you quietly so only you could hear. You stare down at your lap and fiddle with his fingers.

“I-it’s just different from what we’ve been doing lately.” You start, glancing at Tom. He nods for you to continue, “We just haven’t been doing live performances for such a long time. Like on tour, we’re usually performing in front of our fans. Not the entire British music industry or live television.”

Tom brings your hand up to his lips and presses a gentle kiss on it. “There’s nothing to worry about, darling. You—and the girls, are going to do amazing as always. You guys are the best at live performances. The amount of work and dedication you girls put into this is going to pay off, I swear, it’ll be a standing ovation. Everyone’s going to love it.”

You smile at your boyfriend’s support for you and the girls. You couldn’t help but peck his lips, to which he replied with a lovestruck grin.

“I’m just nervous that I’ll mess up. Like what if I miss a step of the choreography—or stumble on my words while I’m singing? Oh god, what if I forget the lyrics—“ Your eyes widen in horror as your head generated all the worst case scenarios that could happen on stage. Tom shushes you and gingerly cradles your jaw, being careful of the makeup on your face.

“Listen to me.” He levels his eyes with yours to make sure your attention is on him. “You’re not going to mess up or forget a line—none of that nonsense is going to happen. It’s a load of bullshit. You wanna know why? Because you’re (y/n) (l/n), a member of one of the biggest girl bands of the world, you’re my girlfriend, and you’re the most beautiful and talented girl I’ve ever met. You’re just overthinking. I know you, (y/n). Once the music starts on stage you get lost and start singing your heart out, the crowd just disappears from existence. It’s only you and the girls up on that stage and you’re going to make one hell of a performance. I just know it and so do the other people waiting in that audience.”

You stare at him, stunned by his sudden motivational speech. “Since when did you get good at pep talks?”

His mouth gapes at you, “Uh—stan Twitter? The fans? Is that seriously what you got from all of that?” You shook your head and wrapped your hands around his wrist. “No, I heard every single word. I guess I’m feeling a bit more better now, so thank you, Tommy.” You peck his lips again, despite the fact that your lip gloss was getting on his lips. Though he didn’t care, as long as he was kissing you.

“Still got some nerves?”

“Just a little bit. But I’ll be fine, especially with you in the crowd.” You interlock your fingers with his and glance at the clock. Only 10 more minutes till you were all going to perform.

Tom’s face lights up, “Front seat babe, I got the best seat in the house. I swear, I’m recording the whole performance on my phone. I already got Harrison to help me take Instagram stories for me at the same time. I need every angle.”

Jesy takes that as her cue to join the conversation, “My goodness, you’re such a dork.” She reaches her hand out for you to help you get off the couch.

Tom fakes a dramatic gasp, knowing Jesy didn’t really mean her jab at him. “I don’t know what you’re taking about, I’m just being a very supportive boyfriend. AND Little Mix’s number one fan.”

You dust your pink pants off and take a look at yourself in the full body mirror. You did a little shake too loosen your limbs out and did some breathing exercises. Tom lets you do your pre-performance ritual while he talks with the girls.

Perrie crosses her arms, amused at the younger Brit, “Are you seriously competing against a bunch of teenage girls to deem yourself as our number one fan?”

“Well are they dating one of the members of Little Mix? I don’t think so. You know who is? Me.” Tom gestures to himself sassily. “I even get to hear all the new music earlier than everybody else and get good seats at concerts.” He bragged while one of the members on your team helped you place your in-ears.

Jesy rolls her eyes before gesturing to the door, “Right, I’m calling security. Apparently we’ve got a crazed fan in our dressing room.” Jade and Leigh-Anne stifle a laugh at the bickering.

“You can’t kick me out, I have backstage access.” Tom defended himself with crossed arms.

“No seriously, babe. We’re about to perform in five.” You join the conversation, finally feeling your anxiousness start to fade away. Tom blinks at you, “I’m being kicked out by my own girlfriend?”

Jesy laughs at Tom, taking the piss out of his offended expression. A sly smirk grows on your face. You hold your hands out for him to help him off the couch, “If you want to record every second and angle of our performance, I suggest leaving now.”

Tom straightens out his suit before interlocking your fingers with his. He leans forward and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re gonna be great. I love you.”

You giggle, eyes beaming up at his warm brown ones, “I love you too. Now get back to Harrison, you’ve left him alone for too long.” Prior to leaving, he stops in his tracks and manages to gather you and the girls into a group selfie. He wishes you all good luck and leaves, making his way back to his seat in the audience.

While he walks back, he posts the selfie you all took onto his Instagram story with the caption, “Good luck to these beautiful ladies! Tune into the BRITs to see their performance, you don’t wanna miss it!”

He gets back to the table designated for you and the girls to see Harrison with an unamused face.

“What?” Tom asks him, confused at his friend.

“You left me here by myself, you div.” Harrison quips. Tom cringes and apologizes to his friend.

“You’re still gonna help me record the performance, right?” Tom sheepishly asked gesturing to Harrison’s phone.

“Yes, Tom, I’ve told you multiple times that I’ll record it.” Harrison held his phone up getting his camera ready. Harrison was about the rant about Tom and how whipped the boy was for you, but was sushed by his best friend.

“SHUT UP IT’S STARTING. HARRISON START RECORDING!” The lights dimmed while someone announced you and the girls. Harrison had his phone already filming while Tom held his phone up, ready to start recording things for his Instagram story.

Tom’s Instagram Story:

“HOLY SHIT!” Tom screamed behind the camera as he recorded the opening of the performance.

You and the girls were stood up while the dancers were on the floor thrusting up at you all. The camera flips to Tom, who’s mouth was agape, “THAT SHOULD BE ME.”

The camera is back to the stage, where you and the girls are doing the choreography with the chairs. Tom whoops loudly in the background and yells, “THAT’S FUCKING SICK—HARRISON LOOK AT THEM.”

“YESS! THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND!” Tom screamed, thrusting his finger in your direction when your part of the song came on.

Tom zooms in on you as you strutted alongside the girls on the stage, he flips the camera back to him and a smirk is on his lips. He nodded before telling the camera, “That’s my girl.”

Tom forgot to turn his camera around and ended up recorded himself reacting to the performance. A proud smile is on his features while his eyes lit up as they followed you on stage. He leaned closer to Harrison and says, “She looks stunning, mate, my god.”

The stories cut to him and Harrison dancing and singing along to Woman Like Me.

The camera cuts back to you. You’re singing your part in the chorus and you hit a certain note that stuns Tom. He flips the camera to himself, a shocked expression on his face while he hyped you up.

The colored lights reflect onto Tom’s face, his mouth widens when he realizes you and the girls included a dance break in the performance. He flips the camera back, making sure all five of you were in frame.

Tom cheers in the background along with the audience when you and the girls finish your performance.

An unbreakable smile is on Tom’s lips, “There you all have it, I tried to record some parts just in case you all missed it—But that was probably one of the greatest performances they have ever done. I feel so honored to be here.”

Tom leans over so him and Harrison are in frame, “What did you think of the performance, Harrison?” Harrison grins, “I thought it was out of this world, I wasn’t expecting that.”

Tom’s face is hovered above the camera, “I just wanted to let you all know, that after tonight, I am officially becoming a Little Mix fan account. Follow me for more insider updates on Little Mix.”

You come back to the table to see Tom, Harrison, and the girl’s dates beaming at the five of you. You’re all greeted with congratulations and hugs. When you finally reach Tom, he crashes his lips onto yours and lifts you up.

You giggle against his lips, “Hello to you too.”

He pecks your lips twice more before placing you back down, “You were—I don’t even know how to describe it. You were fucking amazing up there.”

You whine, the blush growing on your cheeks while you hid your face in his neck, “Well, I couldn’t have done it without your little pep talk. So thank you, lovey.”

Tom waves you off while helping you into the seat beside him, “That was all you, darling.”

You and the girls settled down as the awards show continued on. You were drinking a glass of water and reached out to check your phone. Tom stops you, grabbing your wrist. You shoot him a look.

“No—just, don’t watch my Instagram story. Please.” He asks you with a sheepish smile. A loud roar of laughter is heard from across the table, making you all look at Jesy. She simply holds her phone up, screen facing you all, with Tom’s story playing on it.

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dreamescapeswriting · 3 years

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The Best Of Both Worlds ~ PJM [Request]

WORD COUNT: 2.2K

GENRE: Jealous, established-relationship, fluffy ending,

PAIRING: Jimin x Fem!Reader

A/N: I didn’t make this as angsty/jealous as I think you would have liked as i don’t know I just couldn’t seem to make the reader SUPER jealous of Army 😅 hope this is okay though!

Sipping on the wine in front of you, you tried to keep your head clear as you stared down at yourself as you continued to wait alone in the hotel restaurant for your boyfriend but he was a no show. Tonight was supposed to be about celebrating your birthday but it looked as though Jimin had passed out in his hotel room, which you didn't really blame him. The boys were on one of their largest tours yet and were performing almost every night in a row with not many breaks today they had performed in one of the biggest venues in Amsterdam. If Jimin had gotten back to his hotel room and passed out on the bed forgetting about tonight you weren't going to hold it against him since you knew just how much he loved this life. The boys and preforming meant everything to him so you wiped your mouth on a napkin and began to get ready to leave the small private room you were in. It had been decorated with party banners by some of the hotel staff, candles filled the small table you and Jimin would have been sitting on and the napkins and plates matched the dress you were wearing. A simple rose gold sequin wrap midi, nothing too fancy since you were just sitting in the restaurant for the night.

"Would you like someone to escort you to your room?" The waiter who was supposed to be privately serving you and Jimin tonight asked as he walked over to you. Looking a little worried that you were leaving without Jimin coming down to see you, they all knew what was supposed to be happening tonight since they were all informed on who would be inside of the room and why it was a private function.

"No, that's okay. I'm fine. Thank you." You smiled reassuringly at him before slowly making your way towards the elevators outside in the halls, waiting for them in silence when your phone vibrated inside your clutch. A couple of people came to join you waiting for their ride and you continued to ignore your phone, figuring it was just twitter with people wishing you a happy birthday so you ignored it until it went off again and again and then again. It started to seem as though it might have been something important so you slipped it out of the bag and your eyes widened.

[BTS] Starting Live: Jimin

Was written across the screen followed by a lot of army you were following on Twitter freaking out about Jimin suddenly going live after a performance that night. Sighing to yourself that Jimin would ditch you for something else you rapidly pushed the button to the elevator doors wanting nothing more than to go upstairs and crawl into bed. The people that had joined you at the doors gave you a weird look for hitting the button so quickly but you didn't care. The only thoughts you had in your mind were the thoughts of Jimin standing you up on your own birthday for his fans and it was starting to make you feel uneasy inside and it wasn't a feeling that you were used to.

It wasn't that you were jealous of Jimin always spending so much time with Army and that he was always wanted to be with them or do something for them. You weren't a jealous person, you knew how much army meant to each of the boys and just because you were dating Jimin didn't mean that was going to change. You and Jimin had been dating for almost four years now so you were used to a lot of things that he would do with Army. The holding hands and being cute at fan-meetings, the always looking out for them but the one thing that always seemed to annoy you was when he put them before anyone else. Sometimes even putting himself at risk just to make sure that Army was having a nice time or wasn't going to be upset with him. It was something that you used to ignore since they were his fans and you were one of them but there was an incident where Jimin had gotten too sick to perform and instead of resting like the doctor had ordered him to do he spent the night on Vlive to fans. Evidently, he got worse and had to cancel another show but still attempted to go onto Vlive until you fought with him to stop. Forcing him to give up going live until he was 100% better, he thanked you in the long run but at the time he hated you for taking the chance to talk to his fans away from him. Tonight you figured it would be different, you thought he'd fallen asleep or forgot because of how much pressure he was under lately but as you looked through the stream it seemed as though Army were concerned for the same thing as you. Out of curiosity, you slipped into the Vlive when the elevators were empty and looked through the chat, a lot of Army was confused as to why he was spending time with them on today of all days when they knew it was your birthday. Your relationship with Jimin had been out for a year and there were a few people that didn't like the news but mostly Army had been accepting of the two of you being together. For the most, it looked like Jimin hadn't noticed any of the questions regarding you so you backed out of the video and headed towards your room.

"Hey, where's Jimin? I figured you guys would want more time in your private-" Jungkook stopped talking as soon as he saw the look on your face and your phone in your hand, saying nothing as you simply showed him the video of Jimin talking to everyone right now.

"I'm sure he's just preparing a grand entrance...G-Go and sit back downstairs and I'll go and get him," Jungkook pleaded with you but it was already too late, you were already too annoyed from the thought of being stood up by your own boyfriend.

"I'm going to go and shower and get into bed. Goodnight Jungkook," You said defeatedly as you continued walking down the hall in the direction of your room which was four doors down from Jimin's. The two of you never shared a room since BigHit wanted Jimin to be on his best behaviour but just because BigHit ordered two rooms didn't mean they were both always used until now. Normally you would sneak into Jimin's room at night or he would sneak into yours so you didn't have to be alone but tonight you wanted to be alone. Tonight you just wanted the rest of the world to go away.

After having a shower while blasting out loud music you walked into your room to see Jimin laid on the bed, a guilty look on his face with a shy smile.

"What are you doing here?" You questioned, wrapping the towel around your body as you walked towards your suitcase to find something new to change into. You were still cross with him for not showing up and just because Jungkook had gone to get him it didn't mean he was going to be so easily forgiven.

"Babe. You can't be mad at me...I wanted to speak to Army." As he said this it only seemed to make you angrier and the pit in your stomach began to grow with worry as you turned to look at him. Hands clutching onto your towel as you stared at him, wondering if he meant that as a real excuse or if he was just saying it to wind you up.

"You're not serious right?" You questioned him as you picked up a baggy shirt, some shorts and underwear to change into when you'd gotten back into the bathroom.

"They mean everything-"

"I know that! But I thought- I thought maybe I would be a little more important on today of all days," You mentioned as you walked back in the direction of the bathroom but Jimin scoffed in disbelief of you,

"Just because it's your Birthday?" You stared at him as the question left his mouth, you couldn't believe it.

"You stood me up on purpose? You just decided that...Today you didn't want to celebrate your girlfriends birthday you would rather spend it with Army who get all of your time and attention anyway?" You snapped out rudely, realising how angry and jealous you sounded as soon as the words left your mouth but you couldn't help it. The thought of him suddenly not wanting to spend time with you was starting to weigh down on you more and more. Jimin stared at you as he started laughing a little,

"You're jealous of my fans?" You shook your head at him, he clearly didn't seem to understand why you were so upset so you slammed the bathroom door. Hoping that he would get the unspoken message and leave your hotel room before you came back out and went to sleep.

Jimin was still sitting there when you came out of the bathroom, you were dressed and ready for bed. Choosing to ignore him as he tried to get you to keep talking to him or start back up the fight from before.

"I can't believe you're actually jealous of them." He mocked as he made his way over to the door of your hotel room, you were going to continue to ignore him but it felt like you finally had to say something.

"You know what," You sat up in the bed as you announced to him, he turned to look at you with his hands on his hips waiting for you to continue with what you were saying.

"I am! I'm jealous of the fact that my boyfriend would much rather spend his time with his fans than me on my birthday." You admitted out loud and to yourself for the first time as you continued to rant to him,

"Does it make me the jealous Bitchy girlfriend?! Probably! But you know what, I'm sick of being made to feel like the second option Jimin. You always put them first before everything and for almost four years I've put up with it but this...Tonight..." You were tearing up as you stared at him. Not believing that you were actually having to fight for his attention to be on you,

"I thought it would be different. I thought that maybe you would want to spend time with me but it feels like you don't. It feels like I am constantly begging with you to try and get you to spend time with me." It felt good to finally get all of it off your chest but by the look on Jimin's face he didn't look impressed,

"You are not constantly begging for me to spend time with you, we always spend time together!" He yelled out but you shook your head at him,

"When was the last time we spent time together that wasn't forced? The last time you actually asked me to be with you?" As Jimin thought about your question you nodded at him sarcastically,

"Exactly. Because it's me...Always putting the effort in and never seeing it back Jimin...You organised tonight and I thought maybe it would be your way of telling me you were going to spend more time with me." You admitted not caring anymore if you sounded like the needy clingy girlfriend, you just wanted to want to have your boyfriend want you. Was that too much to ask? As Jimin thought about it more he began to realise you were right, he couldn't remember the last time he'd willing spent time with you or took you out somewhere alone with him and he began to feel bad.

"Babe I didn't know it was bothering you this much..." You rolled your eyes and laid back down against the sheets, wanting nothing more than for him to leave but he didn't. He stalked back over to the bed and got under the covers behind you, kissing your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

"One night isn't going to fix-" He cut you off by kissing you again when you turned around to speak to him, when he pulled away he cupped your face in his hands and smiled weakly.

"I promise to make things better...I know it's not going to sound real but I will," He whispered as he kissed you over and over again,

"We'll start having dates twice a week...Just the two of us...I promise." He repeated over and over again as he leant his forehead against yours and smiled weakly,

"Jimin I don't want you to think I was being clingy-" He cut you off again as he shook his head,

"I shouldn't take our relationship for granted, you're just as important to me as Army and I should learn to love you both and keep you both in my life...And I will. The best of both worlds." He whispered before kissing your nose softly and smiling at you,

"Now get some sleep, I'll order room service in the morning and we can spend the whole morning and most of the afternoon watching movies or doing whatever you want." He assured you as he stripped out of his shirt and got comfortable on the bed behind you.

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hopelesshawks · 3 years

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If you're still doing it, and if you feel inspired with the character : Bakugou Katsuki and the song "From Now On" from The Greatest Showman.

You can write with another character if this one doesn't inspire you!

Send me a song and a character (still open)

Ohhhh I love this!! Pro hero!Bakugo who let all the fame of being number 2 get in the way of his relationship me thinks. Thanks for sending this in 🥰

Bakugo used to love the fame and attention that came with being a top hero.

He used to love the way people would scream his name with stars in their eyes when they saw him; the way the idiots in suits over at the HPSC would congratulate him on his incident resolution rate; the way the press would sing his praises; the way his name sounded after the words Number Two Hero even though he’d much rather hear it after number one. He loved it all.

But you?

You fucking hated it.

You always said it was the worst part of hero work. The fans, the paparazzi, all of it grated on you. You hated that since Bakugo had cracked the top 10 you two couldn’t go on date night without getting blinded by cameras. You hated going to HPSC galas in an expensive outfit you’d never wear a second time, sipping overpriced champagne even though you’d be just as happy with something a tenth of the price. You hated that you couldn’t go on social media without seeing speculation about your relationship and your sex life literally everywhere or even worse hundreds of people all stating exactly why you weren’t good enough to be with the Bakugo Katsuki. But what you hated the most was the way Bakugo loved it; the way he preened under the praise, his chest puffing up with pride, ego absolutely blooming under all the superficial attention; the way he’d kiss you in front of paparazzi just so the headlines would be filled with mention of you being his. The rest you could deal with but it made your skin crawl how much he’d change when the public’s watchful eye was on him. At home he was the man you fell in love with, but the minute you left he regressed to the obnoxious asshole you’d first met during your first year at UA.

It was a recipe for disaster and in retrospect Katsuki really should’ve seen the break up coming. He can barely remember what had set off the argument in the first place, probably another gaudy headline or crude Twitter trend about the two of you. You’d been upset about it, raving about invasions of privacy and feeling violated and he’d been dismissive, the way he always was when it came to these things.

“It comes with the territory, just fuckin’ get used ta it already,” he had scoffed.

“The issue is you encourage it Katsuki! You care more about the fame and how good it makes you feel than you do how that added scrutiny makes me feel!” you fired back.

“Why can’t you just fucking deal with it??”

“I shouldn’t have to!”

“Well maybe if you did your fuckin ranking would be better!”

It was a low blow. Bakugo knew it then and he still knows it now. You try so hard to be the best hero you can be, but at the end of the day popularity plays a nontrivial role in the ranking system and being the “““just average””” significant other to one of Japan’s biggest rising stars isn’t a recipe for popularity.

“Get out….”

Your voice had been dangerously low. He’ll never forget the way it managed to sound both terrifyingly lethal and devastatingly heartbroken.

“Shit, wait (y/n) I didn’t mean that I-”

“I said get out!” you had yelled, voice quaking with pent up emotion as you started shoving him out the door. If he really didn’t want to move he could’ve easily resisted but at the time he’d been too shocked to even try, reeling backwards and letting you force him back into the hallway of your apartment building.

“Talk to me when Bakugo Katsuki comes back, I’m fucking sick of Pro Hero Dynamight,” you had said before promptly slamming the door in his face.

In the month that followed Katsuki threw everything into his work, taking longer shifts and pushing himself harder so that by the time he got home he was too beat up to feel the aching pain in his heart and too exhausted to notice his apartment didn’t feel like home the way yours did. He ignored the pitying looks from his friends, brushed off their concerned words and sympathetic gazes with grumbled “I’m fine”s and eye rolls. He filled the hole you left in him with the praise and admiration of the adoring public.

And then came the day you’d been warning him about since he first became a household name.

“The Cost of Victory: Pro Hero Dynamight destroys city during villain chase”

The story matched the headline, tallying up all of the damage he’d caused to buildings and other public property while trying to apprehend someone’s half ass attempt at recreating nomu. As shoddy as the thing was it could take a fucking hit and there was no denying the collateral damage was decently expansive. What the article failed to mention, however, was the amount of damage done before Bakugo had arrived on scene. It made sure to comment on the number of casualties in the incident but conveniently left out how much larger that number would be had Katsuki spent more time worrying about some stupid hunks of metal over catching the damn monstrosity and saving civilian lives. He guesses “Pro Hero Dynamight does his best despite being out gunned and having zero back up at his disposal” isn’t as catchy or clickworthy of a headline.

The very same websites showering him in praise just a day or two before now viciously rip into him. He can’t take a step outside his apartment without seeing article after article shredding him to pieces or getting a camera shoved into his face asking for comment on the criticism. His Twitter feed is full of former fans deriding him for falling short of perfection, calling him a narcissist, a showboat, a fucking menace to society as if he’s the sixteen year old kid chained up at the sports festival all over again. So he stops leaving his apartment entirely.

Kirishima is the one who finally gets him out again. The bar they go to is small, further away from the downtown area than most people are willing to stray. Between that and the fact it’s still relatively early in the evening, they have the place to themselves. The only other soul is the owner/bartender who seems entirely uninterested in the fact that Red Riot and Dynamight are patronizing his establishment. It’s perfect, giving Bakugo the space he needs to rant to his best friend. And rant he does. He lets it all pour out while he paces: the frustration, the rage, the disappointment, the guilt, until there’s nothing left in him except an aching sadness that has nothing to do with the fake fans and shitty headlines. “Y’know what the worst fuckin’ part is?” he rages, face red from bellowing for the past lord knows how long and tears already welling in his eyes at what he’s about to admit. Kirishima barely has time to ask what the worst part is before Katsuki is choking out around a frustrated sob “I wouldn’t even give a shit if I still had (y/n).”

Kirishima is out of his seat and pulling his friend into a hug in an instant. He lets Bakugo shake apart, doesn’t mind the tears soaking into his shirt or how tightly the other man is gripping onto him. He stands solid and firm, the same way he always has and always will for Katsuki until the sobs turn to hiccups. “They’re worried about you, you know,” Eijirou finally tells him. “Yea? How the fuck you figure that Shitty Hair?” Bakugo grumbles miserably into his shoulder. “They’ve called me every day since the article came out to check on you,” the red head admits and it’s enough to make Katsuki stiffen in his hold, scared to hope. “Really?” he asks, voice gruff but quiet. “Really. So are you gonna go to them or what?”

You’ve been staring at your phone for at least an hour, debating whether to call Bakugo or not, when a knock on your door snaps you out of your pained contemplation. You pull the long sleeves of the hoodie Bakugo gave you for your birthday down over your hands as you move to answer the door. Imagine your surprise when the very man who’d been plaguing your thoughts is the one standing outside your door. He looks rough. His hands are shoved into his pockets, back hunched over, face red and puffy, and even though he hasn’t looked you in the eye yet you can tell his are red rimmed. He’s been crying, you realize, and it breaks your heart a little. “Ya just gonna stand there or can I come in?” he asks and it snaps you out of your thoughts again. “Right yea sorry come in I guess,” you say, stepping out of the way to let him in.

He’s almost twitchy, like he wants to make himself comfortable the way he always used to but can’t. You wince a little when you realize it’s the correct assumption to make. Still he doesn’t say anything, he just stands there looking somehow simultaneously out of place and like he never left. “What are you doing here?” you finally sigh. “You said talk to you when Bakugo Katsuki came back and he—or I—or whatever did,” he mutters and a pang of something that feels suspiciously like guilt hits you at the words. “Oh… Is—is that all you wanted to say or?” He glares at a distant point over your left shoulder, presumably collecting his thoughts, before he finally meets your gaze. “Look I-” he breaks eye contact again, growling a little in frustration at himself as he continues to struggle to find words. You don’t say anything though, knowing he needs to work through it himself. “Things have been pretty shit for me lately,” he finally admits. You can’t help but scoff at the comment although one look at him and his pained expression has you regretting it. You clear your throat awkwardly. “Sorry, yea, keep going.”

He huffs before continuing and even though he still won’t meet your eyes you can tell how difficult this all is for him.

“Look things have been pretty fuckin’ shitty lately with everyone and their goddamn cousin in Japan hatin’ me but it’s made me realize some shit. I’ve been so fuckin’ focused on chasin’ the fame and the fans or whatever that I kinda forgot about the important stuff…”

He only trails off for a moment, steeling himself for whatever he’s about to say next. It’s almost funny how much it reminds you of him right before a big fight.

“But from now on,” he starts, finally meeting your gaze, puffing out his chest as if daring you to challenge whatever’s going to come out of his mouth next. “From now on I’m not gonna let all that stupid shit blind me alright? I promise, from now on I’m only focusin’ on the real people in my life, not the goddamn extras. Ok?”

His eyes are blazing as he finishes and it literally takes your breath away.

“Ok.”

“Ok, then….” he trails off, his eyes slide away again as his confidence wanes, “then can I come back home again?”

Your heart shatters and forms anew at the words as you find your feet moving before you’ve even told them to. You throw yourself into his arms, pulling him close, the jagged edges you both left in each other the night you broke up re-aligning and mending themselves. “Of course you can Katsuki, I’ve missed you,” you sigh, each word wrapped in relief and joy. “Fuckin’ missed you too dumbass,” he huffs back, although you don’t miss how wet it sounds. When you pull back it’s only a fraction and only so you can reel him in for a gentle kiss, pouring every missed I love you into it so there’s no room for doubting if you’ve truly forgiven him.

It’s a promise. A promise to do better from now on. And Katsuki means every single second of it.

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sighjeongguk · 3 years

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↳ request!

↳ part three!

↳ part one, part two!

↳ jeongguk x reader

↳ words: 2645

↳ brief summary: what happens when management decides that you and jungkook should take a break from your relationship until the rumours die down.

“You’re kidding, right?”

You slant your eyes upwards to Jungkook, standing with hands on the table, eyes narrowed at those who sit on the other side. You follow his glare with a softer gaze, meeting the sheepish stare of Manager Sejin. He doesn’t like this idea, either, but he has no choice. This order comes from somewhere higher than him.

“I’m afraid not,” a man you have only known for thirty minutes says, “We think it would be in your best interest to put a hold to your relationship with Miss. YLN.”

“But—why?” Jungkook asks and he sounds defeated. The wall is getting bigger, you think bitterly, growing taller without either of your input. You can’t stop the bricks from being lain. You’d always hated climbing.

“It’s only temporary,” the man reiterates, “Just until things have calmed down. A few months, at most. People will be keeping their eyes on YN, and I’m sure you don’t want her to suffer any more than she already has.”

You open your mouth to say that you’re alright with the suffering if it means you can stay by Jungkook’s side, but something stops you. You’re not sure what it is, if it’s fear or exhaustion or a mix of the two. “Maybe they’re right,” you say instead, and Jungkook’s eyes are on you in an instant. “Kook, if people start to suspect we’re together… this will just carry on for longer. We should at least… I don’t know… take time to recuperate before that happens. I need—I don’t think I can handle any more of this right now.”

“Are you sure?” He asks, dropping back into his seat, and you can see as the fight leaves him. His shoulders sag, his glare dissipates and leaves behind a tired boy. He is just as tired of this as you are. You and him and Jimin. You and him and Jimin and the others. The article has been pulled down, a statement has been made, but people still have something to say. Your photo keeps cropping up on Twitter pages and Tumblr posts. You have to close the page when you find the one with your eyes crossed out.

“It’s only for a little while,” you tell him, reaching across to take his hand in yours. “Until this... until this has calmed down.” You smile, but you worry it isn’t convincing. Worry that Jungkook picks up on the strain, on the ingenuity, because Jungkook knows you better than you ever thought anyone but Tae could. He knows when your smile isn’t genuine, knows when it doesn’t reach your eyes.

But he also knows when you’ve made up your mind, so he squeezes your hand. “Okay,” he says, quietly, “Until this has calmed down.”

“This is—what?!” Taehyung stops his ranting to turn towards you, eyes wide, frantic, like he’s about to go down to the company and sort this out himself. You’re afraid he actually might. “Are you okay?”

�� You shrug and bring your knees up to your chest. “It’s only temporary,” you say, but you think maybe you’re trying to convince yourself more than you are him. Your heart has felt heavy ever since you left that office, ever since you parted ways with Jungkook in the elevator.

Taehyung knows this, too. You know he knows, because he comes to sit at your side and wraps an arm around your shoulder. “You’re right,” he says, “It’s only temporary. You and Jungkook… YN, I’ve never seen you love someone like you love him—and I’ve never seen him love someone the way he loves you. That’s not going to change after a few months. You know that, right?”

You sigh and slump against his shoulder. “I’m worried that this is… that it’s too much for me,” you quietly admit. “Tae, I just—am I strong enough to endure this? Me and Jimin aren’t even dating, but I feel like I’m not good enough to even be friends with him. What will it be like with—with my actual boyfriend?”

“It’ll be hard,” he says, and he rests his chin on your shoulder in an action that is all too familiar between the two of you. Taehyung has always been by your side; his shoulder has always been yours to cry on. You love him more than words can explain, and you are so often reminded of the intensity of that love, especially in moments like these. He isn’t supposed to be here, at your apartment, approximately ten minutes away from his own and so much smaller, but he is. He’d turned up just after sundown to hear your side of this mess, to fill in the gaps that Jungkook or Jimin may have forgotten to fill. “It will be,” he continues, “But we’ll do everything in our power to pull you and Jungkook to the other side. This… this is just letting us know what we can expect. Next time, you’ll have control over it. The ball is in your court.”

You sniffle against his shoulder. “I hate sports.”

It isn’t until weeks later that you’re able to set foot in the guys’ apartment again, stepping tentatively across the threshold like you might be trespassing on sacred territory, like you’re not supposed to be here. But Taehyung takes your hand and tugs you along to the living room, and it’s just the two of you. The others are elsewhere—you’re not sure of where, but you can faintly hear Yoongi humming a tune from his bedroom. He must be the only one left in the apartment besides the two of you. Taehyung mentioned something about lunch or shopping or buying new shoes because Namjoon spilled coffee on them in his text to invite you over.

He leads you to the coffee table in the middle of the three sofas you had spent so many nights curled up on. Your head was always on someone else’s shoulders, but since you’d started dating it’d primarily been Jungkook’s. You remember Hoseok pouting about you pushing him to the sidelines now that you and Jungkook had finally crossed that line between more than friends and relationship.

“What’s this?” You ask, eyeing the coffee table with furrowed brows. There’s a lot going on there; two placemats sat side by side, a packet of strings in all colours, and boxes up on boxes of beads and gems and other little things. You settle down on your knees besides Taehyung despite your confusion, turn your head to meet his grin.

“Friendship bracelets,” he says, turning to look at everything he’s laid out. “I thought it’d be fun.” He looks back at you. “Don’t you think so?”

“I really love you, Kim Taehyung. You know that, right?”

“I love you, too, YN.” He picks up the packet of string. “I’m making yours with purple string. What colour do you want for mine?”

“Purple, too,” you say, “We can match.” And because purple means a lot to him, you know this. You know that it’s meaning is also why he is choosing it for you, to prove that he loves you—to put as much of his feeling as he can into something so small, so inconsequential. A friendship bracelet that you used to joke about making as teenagers who made fun of everything. A friendship bracelet that you knew, without a doubt, that you were going to cherish for the rest of your life.

You’re doubled over with laughter when footsteps approach, tears spilling from the corners of your eyes and your breath laboured. It isn’t until the newcomer asks, “What are you two doing?” that you remember all that you have been suffering.

Jungkook looks down at you with knitted brows, eyes skirting across the mess you and Taehyung have made of the coffee table and landing on the smile that graces your face. He hasn’t seen you smile so brightly in a while. Jimin and Jin stand somewhere behind him, shrugging out of coats, conversation of the movie they are just returning from dying on their tongues.

“We’re making friendship bracelets,” Taehyung says proudly, lifting his half-finished creation to show him. It is the third time his bracelet for you has been half-finished. Yours has been finished for nearly an hour, but Taehyung is a perfectionist—Taehyung has so many ideas that he scraps and revamps. Everything he makes is crafted so delicately, so passionately, and you cannot fault him. This is how he cares.

But even so, you tell Jungkook, “He keeps dropping the beads,” because you cannot say you miss him. You are not sure if it is allowed here, in this space between together and not. You are broken up, but you are going to get back together. You are still together, but your heart aches like you are not.

For a moment, you are sure that Jungkook’s jaw locks, that his hands twitch, but it is gone in an instant. He smiles at you, and he sits on the sofa behind you, leaning forward to look at the mess you have made of his coffee table. “It’s nice,” he says. Jin and Jimin file into the room like they, too, are intruding on something they shouldn’t be, weary eyes on Taehyung who has returned to his bracelet. He doesn’t speak because this—this is between you and Jungkook. Jungkook opens his mouth only to close it again. “How—?” He says but the question dies on his tongue. Neither of you are sure how to navigate this mine field. You are beginning to feel more and more like this is real.

To quell that thought, you say, “Soon.” Because a part of you knows what he was going to ask. How much longer? How much longer until the two of you could hit play again, until you could turn to the next page of your story? This intermission is getting long and painful, and you are so close to the good part.

A little while later, Taehyung slips his bracelet onto your wrist. A perfect fit, he lets you do the same to him, and the two of you sit with your wrists together for a few minutes, just looking, just admiring. This is over a decade of friendship; this is tears and laughter and memories. This is Taehyung telling you that things are going to be alright, that he will always be by your side. This is you telling him all the same. You are grateful and you love him, you are not sure what you did to deserve a friend as wonderful as him.

“They’re cute,” Jungkook comments over your shoulder, and you turn to meet his gaze. You don’t say anything for a minute, or maybe two. You just look at him and feel. You feel the unsteady thumping of your heart and you’re sure your heart is smiling. It likes it when he’s around. You like it when he’s around. Taehyung feels like home but so does Jungkook. Taehyung is childhood home, is comfort and warm hugs, and Jungkook is the home you found yourself. Taehyung is tea parties and Jungkook is slow-dancing in the kitchen. You love them both dearly, in very different ways. One’s your brother and the other… the other is the love of your life. You wonder why the rest of the world tries to paint every boy you are close to in the same shade of love. You wonder why Jimin is painted lover when he, like Taehyung, is brother.

“I miss you,” you say, finally; the words slip out of your mouth without much thought, without much consideration. They just fall, like autumn leaves. They fall, and Jungkook catches them with a smile.

“Soon,” he echoes, and he leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead. “Soon.”

@username1: okay but can we have bts’ next comeback already???

@username2: there hasn’t been much tae and yn bff content lately and i’m sad :(

@username3: jimin looks so good wtffffff

For four days straight, your timeline is void of any death threats, notifications cleared of insults and unwarranted demands. On day one, you thought maybe it was a momentary silence, a lull to let you catch your breath before the next onslaught. On day two, you had hope that maybe, the silence would last. On day three, you made up your mind.

On day four, you stand at the door of Jungkook’s bedroom with your heart hammering inside your chest. Soon, you had told him nearly two weeks ago now. Soon, but you hadn’t known how soon. There is shuffling inside the room as you lift your hand to knock, and the door is pulled open before your knuckles can even graze against the wood.

He stops upon seeing you, hand curled around the metal of the door handle, eyes blowing wide and lips parting just a little. “YN? What—are you here to see Taehyung?”

You shake your head. “It’s—it’s calmed down,” you tell him, “Things have—they’ve calmed down, Jungkook. Nobody wants me to die right now.”

His eyes light up, and you can see the stars that you have so badly missed seeing. Stargazing isn’t so boring when it’s with him. “Does that mean—?” He clears his throat, tries to quell the excitement growing in the pit of his stomach. “We’re back together?”

“We’re back together.” You nod. “If you’ll have me—.”

You’re pulled against his chest before you say the words. The movement is quick but the action is gentle, one arm encircling your shoulders and a hand on the back of your head, anchoring you close to him. “Thank god,” he breathes against your hair. “These past two months have been… they’ve been hell, YN.”

“I know they have,” you say, “I’ve missed you.”

He pulls away from you, smiling sheepishly. “I, uh, I got you something,” he admits, stepping backwards into his room. You follow automatically. You don’t want to be apart from him when you’ve finally gotten him back, when the riots have finally come to an end and you can live in peace. “After you—after you and Taehyung made the friendship bracelets?” He pulls a box from the top drawer of his dresser, where you keep your spare clothes, just in case, because you live here more than you do your own home. “I guess I—.”

“You were jealous,” you accuse playfully, and you would smile if you weren’t already, if your smile hadn’t permanently fixed itself to your face.

He sends you a withering look. It drops as he looks back at the box in his hand, a sigh passing his lips. “I guess I was, a little.” He shrugs. “Not of him, but—I was jealous that he could match with you and not worry about starting a war on Twitter. I know we can’t do couple jewellery right now, but…” He holds the box towards you, and you take it in your hands cautiously. Whatever it is, he seems to have put a lot of care into it.

You open the box, and inside there sits a necklace. A simple, silver chain made remarkable by a dark gemstone cut into the shape of a rose. It’s beautiful, you think, and you say it aloud as you meet Jungkook’s nervous gaze. “I love it,” you say, “Jungkook, you shouldn’t—.”

“That’s not all,” he interrupts, and he pulls a ring from his finger. Plain silver, but he tilts it towards you, showing you the inside. A black rose, engraved into the metal. Hidden from the world, but so clearly there. “I thought—I didn’t want to put you through that again. But I wanted something we could both… have, as a set.”

“I love you,” you say, “I love you.”

Jungkook smiles. “I love you, too.”

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lightsonparkave · 4 years

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO LIGHTS ON PARK AVE! WE’RE OFFICIALLY A ONE-YEAR-OLD BABY (our birthday was on the 22nd). Join the celebrations by submitting a work! There’s one week left until Round 12 closes on August 31, and you have 80 prompts to choose from. There are no minimum work requirements or limit to how many works you can submit.

Not sure you can finish your work in time? Little messages are great presents too. What has the past year of Lights on Park Ave been like for you? Do you have a favorite prompt or round? A favorite LoPA work? Want to make a rec list of your favorites or wax poetic and show some love for a specific work and/or creator? Go for it. Let the Steve/Tony community know! The LoPA askbox is open or if you want to make your own Tumblr post or tweet, you can mention @lightsonparkave or tag #lightsonparkave. Whatever method you choose, I’ll make sure to share your message/post on here and Twitter.

Or maybe you’re not up to making anything this time. In that case, let’s take a walk down memory lane. Here are all 46 Lights on Park Ave works for previous rounds.

ART

3490 & 616

A comparison between 616 Civil War and universe 3490 where the war was averted by the marriage of Steve Rogers and Natasha Stark - @jarvisuanddumetoo

ANY UNIVERSE

A framed portrait of a smiling Tony, drawn and signed by Steve - @hundredthousands

Steve steals his husband’s helmet and gives his king a springtime crown - @starksnack

Tin soldier Steve and ballerina Tony dancing - @jarvisuanddumetoo

BATTLEWORLD

Steve watching Tony flying in on the battlefield - @thingexplainer

MCU

Old Steve holding flowers and seeing a blue butterfly after Tony’s death - @hundredthousands

So much of life feels like drowning... but when I’m with you my troubles recede like waves on the shore - @jarvisuanddumetoo

Stranger Things AU where Steve is the one who was experimented on in a lab and doesn’t understand pop culture and Tony is the guy with no powers who is still doing his best to fight these weird new aliens - @jarvisuanddumetoo

Steve and a dandelion that represents him weathering all his hardships over the years - @jarvisuanddumetoo

Tony on fire and Steve’s reaction - @jarvisuanddumetoo

Steve crying while holding Tony’s helmet after Tony’s funeral - @noririna

I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. You’re a hero. - @starksnack

ULTIMATES

Steve and Tony leaving marks on each other’s bodies that are only visible in the dark - @sirsapling Ults Steve and Tony are tragically bound to one another. They can always feel the trace of each others hands, it leaves an invisible mark they will cary with them till there is nothing left. Only a ghost of something lost in the chaos of the past.

FIC

1872

Say My Name - @citsiurtlanu Steve reminds Tony that there's more to him than the war his weapons were used in.

616

Snow Day - @captainneverever The Avengers think that Steve and Tony got engaged at the annual holiday party. It’s news to Steve and Tony.

Kiss me rough before you go - erde Tony is dying. His life is slipping away and Steve wants to be better than this, but he can't quite manage the feat. Tony's war has made a bitter man out of him, a lesser man.

Boys, boys, boys - Missy_dee811 (@viudanegraaa) (AU) Steve keeps putting off his oil change. Finally deciding to see the mechanic in town.

Without the rusty music of my machine - Missy_dee811 (@viudanegraaa) Tony was lying on the hood of his car. He had taken off his leather jacket, gently folded it in half, and draped it across the windshield so he could rest his arms on the supple leather.

Muddy Waters - RossKL (@but-damn-is-he-lovable) (also on Tumblr) Tony bleeds. It's not real.

ANY

(A Dream is) A Wish Your Heart Makes - @helovedyou Cool evenings together and laughing free and all the nice things Tony never thought he’d get

Afternoon Off - Neverever (@captainneverever) Freedom is just another word for getting with your boyfriend on the downlow during a mission.

BULLET POINTS

Those We Were (For A While) - sadisticsparkle The blueprints hadn’t prepared Tony for the light bouncing off the battered metal, for the empty stare of its empty eye sockets or the dim circle in the middle of the chest. He traced its lines with his gaze, remembering every day he had spent hunched over the schematics picking its inner workings and every night he had spent sprawled under its pilot letting him take Tony apart.

MCU

border state - @areiton (also on Tumblr) They exist in the in between.

star crossed - @areiton (also on Tumblr) "The gods made the stars,” you whisper, a lifetime ago, a heartbeat ago, now, “and they were so bright, so beautiful and strong, that they ripped them in two. And half of ‘em fell to earth, and woke from the dust and walked as men.”

this is how - @areiton (also on Tumblr) This is how the world ends: Gaps in the code.

kiss me hard before you go - duckmoles & starxreactor (AU) “I love you, you know that?” Tony says just after popping another grape into Steve’s mouth. He watches as Steve’s jaw works, chewing and then swallowing. Steve smiles up at Tony with a bright, toothy grin. “I love you, too.” “I’m going to miss you,” Tony continues. “I’m going to call you everyday, okay? And—and, during the holidays I’ll show up at your house and we can—we can—sit together on the balcony, and—” The last day of summer, and it's time to hold on to what you might lose.

No Winter Lasts Forever - Fluffypanda (@ayapandagirl) Steve stopped, white breath clouding the air around him, to look at the little shoots of green and purple peeking out from the scant layer of snow left on the ground.

snippet of a post-apocalyptic A/B/O AU WIP - Fluffypanda (@ayapandagirl) Steve’s fingers traced the bite, a half-moon of red marks, from in front of the largest mirror he’d ever seen.

the first blush of morning - Fluffypanda (@ayapandagirl) (AU) The sun rises on the Atlantic ocean and Steve isn't alone - or is he?

Santa Paws - @heartsandmuses [I]f there were two things the public couldn’t get enough of, it was cute puppies and shirtless Captain America — and Tony, ever the philanthropist, decided to give the people exactly what they wanted, right on Christmas morning.

Philautia - @helovedyou Tony dies and Steve keeps on living. Well. He doesn’t die. Living might be a bit of a generous term

To the Victor - @helovedyou There are rainbows flying and people hugging and others ranting and raving, spittle flying, he thinks this. We have won this, this tiny victory.

Snippet of a WIP set post-IW - @ishipallthings The numbers keep climbing, for hours, in the aftermath.

Shuffle Off This Mortal Coil - jellybeanforest (@jellybeanforest-a-go-go) (also a Cap-IM Bingo 2020 round 1 fic) Tony hadn’t been a cruel man, but he had been a practical one. Or: In his twilight years, concerned about how his slow-aging possibly-immortal husband will adjust to his death, Tony builds an AI version of himself that he updates nightly, intending for it to keep Steve company after he’s gone. When the inevitable comes to pass, Steve doesn’t know what to make of the AI or whether its presence lessens his grief or makes it significantly worse. He’s leaning towards the latter.

Five Bells - @lazywriter7 (also on Tumblr) After returning the Stones, Steve takes a detour through time.

if we’re gonna heal, let it be glorious - @littlemissstark forgiveness. The salty air was intense enough to wake Steve up completely, snapping any left over drowsiness away. He was alert despite the sky still being a shade of navy that tapered into a purple at the sea’s horizon. The world was still dormant, but Steve couldn’t stay asleep – not when he woke to coldness on the right side of the bed and empty arms.

In My Hands and Gone Again - @nostalgicatsea (also on Tumblr) Memories were like fish, Tony had explained, or the tease of one. A flash of silver, and his hands would plunge down. Sometimes he would catch one; other times, it would dart out of reach. He wouldn’t be sure whether it had been real or just a trick of the light, after.

Leaving You Forward - @nostalgicatsea (AU) It would be easy, staying here like this with Tony. But Steve knew he couldn't—because he had never taken the easy way out and because he loved Tony.

i choose: me, you, us - @onlymorelove (also a Cap-IM Remix Madness 2020 fic) “We, uh. We’ve been together five years, and you’ve never— I’ve never let you see it. I told you I’d let you see it on our wedding night.” In which Tony and Steve marry, but Tony hasn't let Steve see the arc reactor—and the scars around it. Yet.

best of summers gone - rosycheeked (@lovelyisthedawn) Tony's favorite month has always been August.

when we all fall asleep - rosycheeked (@lovelyisthedawn) Tony wakes up and questions why Steve loves him. It's a surprisingly complex question for such a simple answer.

you anchor me (back down) - rosycheeked (@lovelyisthedawn) Steve still loves Tony, no matter what mask he’s wearing. He’ll never tell Tony that, though. He’s read enough books and watched enough movies to know that it only ends well when it’s just a story. Or, everyone needs an anchor sometimes, and Steve and Tony just happen to be each others’.

take me to the feeling - smalltonystark (@theotherwasdeath) Steve looks gorgeous in the lights. He always looks stunning, but here, late at night, in the faint glow from the streetlamps underneath them and underneath the stars, he looks magnificent.

POETRY

A Toast to Cold, Hard Facts - @onlymorelove (also on Tumblr) The world is brutal and coarse, but...

Love was fading stars - @onlymorelove (also on AO3) Blackout poetry based on “Failing and Flying” by Jack Gilbert on top of an original print.

not married - @onlymorelove (also on Tumblr) Grief works in mysterious ways.

#lightsonparkave #announcement #stevetony #stony #superhusbands #if anything looks wonky or is missing Tumblr has been acting up #every time I fix something it erases something else #so please know that I didn't intentionally leave you off if your work is missing or miscategorize you #if your universe disappears! :(

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nayutai · 4 years

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Sleep Walker

⇢ Genre fluff (this nearly killed Jesus Christ fluff authors are powerful)

⇢ Pairing Jimin x OC

⇢ Word Count 4251

⇢ Summary Jimin finds himself wandering into a 24-hour coffee shop after his efforts to sleep have proved unsuccessful where he finds more than just the caffeine boost he needs to get through his day

⇢ Notes this goes out to my love bug @tae-tae-drives-me-kray

Working the night shift at a 24-hour coffee shop makes for a very boring shift. Most of the customers clear out by the time that two o’clock rolls around and those who do pop in are on their way to their own early morning shifts and generally don’t stay long. They also don’t usually start arriving until at least 4:30. For Amira, this means that she can eat snacks and binge watch Supernatural until the day time people show up for the most part. At $11 an hour it’s a pretty cushy gig if you don’t mind the fucked up sleep schedule.

The sound of the bell above the door tinkling loudly just before three sends Amira flying from her perch on a stool behind the counter. Whoever it is giggles melodically at the flurry of creative curses that come out of her mouth as she rises to your feet dramatically. She gives them a dirty look that softens at the way their eyes twinkle even in the low light of the cafe.

“Are you okay?” At least they have the decency to ask about her well-being after nearly giving her a heart attack. The lower half of their face is covered in a mask and a baseball cap sits low on his head. If it weren’t for the fact that this person’s eyes look so friendly she’d be standing a lot closer to the silent alarm and the baseball bat that her manager allows her to store under the counter.

“Just peachy for someone who was on the verge of death. What would you like to order?” He rattles off the name of some frappuccino thing with an assload of ingredients and Amira has the sudden urge to beat her head against the granite countertop. Being that she works night shift, most of her barista knowledge circled the memory drain a long time ago due to the fact that the most complicated thing the early morning demographic orders is flavored iced coffee. A walk in the park compared to the science experiments that the daytime crew is required to mix up throughout the day.

“I’m gonna keep it real with you, chief. I forgot how to make this but I don’t have the authorization to do refunds so if it’s bad you’re stuck with it.”

“At this point, it could be dishwater and I’d drink it as long as it’s got caffeine.”

And yet he ordered one of the froo froo drinks Amira thinks to herself. Those drinks have the least amount of caffeine out of everything on the menu. He’ll be asleep before he even finishes his drink.

“Well if caffeine is what you need, this drink isn’t what you want. I’ve got just the thing though.” You put away the clear cup for the frappucino with his consent and reach for a regular coffee cup. “What’s your name? I know you’re the only one here but it’s against store policy for any cup to leave this hellhole without a name on it.” He seems to panic at the thought of giving up his name, a wary look morphing his gaze. Her brows creases as she watches him contemplate how he wants to answer what she thinks is a very simple question.

“Jimin...” He says after a minute.

“Ha, that’s cool. There’s a guy in BTS with the same-“ Amira’s hand freezes halfway through writing his name as her drowsy brain starts connecting some very important dots. The news lady on channel six had said they’d be in town this weekend but never in a million years did she expect something like this to happen. She peeks at him from beneath her lashes. He looks ready to bolt out the door at the slightest provocation so she do her absolute best to remain calm for his sake.

Alright, sis you can do this. Just stay cool, calm, and collected. Mama ain’t raise a loser you can do this.

Jimin visibly relaxes when Amira starts writing again and turns to start making his drink. It’s a special concoction she makes for her fellow graveyard peeps. It’s strong enough to knock a donkey on its ass which is why it’s such a hit. One of her regulars, a long haul trucker, tells Amira all the time that he doesn’t know how he’d make it through his long drives without the liquid defibrillator that he practically orders by the gallon. Definitely doesn’t seem safe but he’s got an incredible driving record and he always brings her a fistful of the soft peppermint candies she’s partial to.

“Thank you for not freaking out. I’m not really supposed to be here.” Jimin mumbles as he accepts his drink. He loves interacting with fans but not at two a.m when he’s barely able to stand up from his lack of sleep.

“I gathered as much. Not many global superstars stroll through here at this hour or at all really.” Amira give him a smile that she hopes puts him at ease and, judging by the way his lips turn up a bit, it may have worked.

“Couldn’t sleep and we’ve got interviews all day so at this point I don’t have time to sleep hence the desperate need for caffeine.” He takes a cautious sip of the drink in his hand. She wasn’t kidding when she said that it would help. The caffeine hits his veins with the force of a speeding bullet train and Jimin already feels more alert just a few sips in.

Somehow, talking about his sleep troubles snowballs into a conversation about Disney movies and why Maleficent is the baddest bitch in the Disney realm when the blaring of his ringtone cuts her rant short. A heavy sigh escapes him at the interruption. He’d much rather listen to the adorable barista in front of him continue her impassioned argument, but duty calls.

“Guess that’s my cue. Thank you for the drink and the company.”

“No problem! If that shit starts fucking with your heart rate though you did not get it here. I refuse to be attacked by your twitter army for giving you heart palpitations. I ain’t built for that type of guerilla warfare.” Jimin full on belly laughs, nearly dropping the rest of his drink in the process. He couldn’t get rid of the goofy smile on his face even if he wanted to.

He grips the door handle in his hand but something is holding him back. Something feels unfinished and his feet refuse to move any further until that changes. Jimin turns around to see the source of his frozen feet standing behind the counter again, staring at his still form curiously. Before he can stop himself, Jimin crosses the short distance, snatching the pen stuck to the top of her apron to scribble his phone number on a nearby napkin. The gagging noises she makes when she realize what he’s just done make him feel justified in his rash decision. This time when he backs away, the smile on his face is one of mischief.

“Don’t let this be the last time I talk to you or I’ll never forgive you.” Jimin’s steps feel lighter as he treks back to the hotel to face the wrath of his manager. He hopes desperately that she texts him later. A frown replaces the grin behind his face mask at the prospect of his new crush not contacting him after tonight. His steps falter slightly as he processes the fact that he just met her not even a full hour ago and has already developed a full-fledged crush on her. Oh, Amira, so powerful and yet so unaware of it.

[Amira]: best friend

[Amira]: rise from the dead

[Amira]: I have a story to tell and before you even ask no it can’t wait until a decent hour

[Pomegranate]: if this doesn’t involve you meeting BTS or you hitting the lottery and paying off my crippling student loan debt I promise I don’t care

[Amira]: ….sometimes I swear you’re psychic

[Pomegranate]: BITCH DID YOU HIT THE LOTTO?????

[Pomegranate]: I BEEN YOUR BEST FRIEND FOR 13 YEARS DON’T FORGET ABOUT ME

[Amira]: shut up I didn’t hit the lottery but I did meet someone from BTS…

[Amira]: Jimin to be more specific

Incoming call from Pomegranate

“Well look what we have here. A traitor.” Jimin rolls his eyes at Taehyung’s dramatics but his best friend and bandmate is having none of it. “How dare you go traipsing off into the concrete jungle without me? We’re supposed to cause mayhem together and you left my ass in the middle of the night like I’m some side chick.”

“It’s really not this deep, Tae.”

“To you. Which is exactly why I snitched to Sejin.” Of course, Taehyung was the one to rat him out to their manager. He could be quite vengeful when he felt that he’d been wronged and obviously he took not being invited on his late night coffee hunt as a personal affront. The Capricorn energy coursing through his veins absolutely could not let that stand.

Jimin opens his mouth to respond when his phone vibrates in his pocket. He ignores it for the sake of pacifying Taehyung but when it vibrates twice more his curiosity gets the best of him.

[Unknown]: uhhhh hi?

[Unknown]: ew that was awkward as hell pls forgive me

[Unknown]: shit I didn’t even tell you who I am wow anyways this is the barista you tried to kill earlier also known as Amira

Jimin snorts at Amira’s messages which piques Taehyung’s interest in a major way. He can’t recall a time when his friend has ever looked so disgustingly happy over a text message from anybody. Just as he’s about to lean over to look at the screen, Jimin shoves the sleek iPhone right in his face. He’s babbling on and on about how funny and cute this Amira person is which only serves to further confuse Taehyung.

“I just want you to know that none of that made sense to me.”

Taehyung is almost sorry that he asked as Jimin launches into an impassioned retelling of the beautiful girl that made him a drink that is sure to keep him up until the end of time. A slow smile spreads across Taehyung’s face as he connects the dots. Jimin has a crush. A big one. He can’t wait to tell the other members that their precious Jiminie has finally found someone that meets his incredibly high standards. Out of all the idols back home, both male and female, that have practically thrown themselves at Jimin’s chelsea boots and it’s a random cafe employee that manages to make him totally enraptured.

“So let me get this straight,” Amira’s eyes follow her best friend Cameren as she paces back and forth across her living room. “It’s a regular degular night at work until some guy in a mask walks in and scares the shit outta you. Lo and behold that guy is fucking Park Jimin from BTS and you make him drink that god awful elixir of the damned you insist on serving to people and he actually liked it?”

“Not just that.” She fishes the napkin with Jimin’s number on it out of the pocket of her sweatshirt and carefully unfolds it so that Cameren can see the string of digits scratched into the napkin. The creative string of curses that fly out her mouth would make most people blush but after more than a decade of impassioned screaming, Amira doesn’t even flinch. Her eyes widen comically though when she notices Cameren reaching forward as if to snatch the napkin out of her hand. She thanks God for gifting her with reflexes quick enough to keep it out of Cameren’s reach.

“Bitch! Let me see it.”

“No! He gave me this because he obviously trusted me not to pass it around and I don’t plan to disappoint my future husband this early in the game.” She replies indignantly.

“Look at you. All delusional and shit but whatever I respect it.” Cameren declares as she props herself on the coffee table in front of her best friend. “So, did you text him?”

“Of course I did. Who do you think I am?” Cameren opens her mouth to respond with what is no doubt going to be some witty quip about exactly who she thinks Amira is, but she’s interrupted by the tell-tale ping of her phone receiving a text message. The shocked look on Cameren’s face is perfectly mirrored on Amira’s as she slowly picks her phone up from the couch cushion she’d sat it on.

[Kristoff Hater]: you’re too adorable to be awkward

Amira sits frozen in place as she reads and rereads his message. There’s no way he just said that. There is absolutely no way in hell that the Park Jimin himself just called her adorable. Have the heavens finally opened up? Did God decide that today is the day that she secures the biggest win of all? She’s in such a state of shock that Amira doesn’t even notice Cameren trying to get her attention until she starts physically shaking her shoulder. Amira’s voice box is still refusing to function so she simply hand over her phone to let Cameren see the message for herself. Her friend’s answering shriek perfectly voices Amira’s own feelings.

“He’s typing again!” Cameren thrusts the phone back into Amira’s hands just in time for another message to appear on the screen but she quickly close the conversation when Jimin starts typing once more. It takes longer than expected but the tell-tale ping from her phone makes Amira’s heart skip a beat at what he could possibly have said this time.

[Kristoff Hater]: speaking of you being adorable I need a contact picture so go ahead and hand one over and no one gets hurt

[Kristoff Hater]: or don’t because you’re an autonomous human being and that’s totally up to you but I would really appreciate a picture of your face because I think you’re you’re cute and wow I’m rambling over text which is super embarrassing so I’m going to stop typing now byeeeee

This time, Amira is the one screaming.

“It’s official. You scared her away.” Taehyung claps Jimin on the back from his spot behind him in the van. Jimin continues to stare dejectedly at the stagnant conversation with his mystery woman. It’s been hours since he’d went out on a limb and asked her for a picture with not even a hint of a response. He’d originally thought that he’d eventually get over it and go back to normal but now he’s not so sure.

“Leave him be, Tae.” Namjoon pipes up from Jimin’s left. “It’s important to fully feel and process your emotions no matter how depressing they are.”

“Oh, so now the wannabe philosopher is going to preach to me?”

“It was probably too good to be true any-she texted me back!”

[Coffee Almost Bae]: I’m so sorry 😭

[Coffee Almost Bae]: In the interest of total transparency I had a meltdown because you called me cute and I’ve spent the last fourteen hours trying to psych myself up to respond

Jimin nearly melts into puddle of feelings right where he sits. This girl is entirely too cute for her own good and she doesn’t even realize it. His fingers start flying in response, but his frantic typing is interrupted by another message.

[Coffee Almost Bae]: I believe you asked for this {image attached}

He’d thought that Amira was cute when he’d first met her at the coffee shop but seeing her in this picture is making his heart race. She’s clearly at dinner with friends judging from the crowded table full of food behind her. He’s incredibly appreciative of the way her jeans snugly hug the hourglass frame that her work uniform hides. His eyes are then drawn upwards to her face and he finds himself getting lost in the sheer brilliance of her smile. Eyes bright with a playful energy. Jimin is sure he’s never seen anyone more captivating.

“Yeah I’m definitely in love.” He proudly shows off Amira’s picture to the rest of the group, relishing in the comments about how pretty she are. Jimin chooses to ignore Yoongi’s comment about how he wasn’t sure that she actually existed until he saw the picture. His heart flutters in his chest as he stares fondly at the picture on his screen. He’s so caught up in her beauty that he forgets that you have to actually reply to the text messages in order to keep a conversation going. Until his phone vibrates in his hand.

[Coffee Almost Bae]: OH MY GOD YOU THINK I’M UGLY DON’T YOU I KNEW THIS WAS A MISTAKE I HATE IT HERE

Jimin’s eyes go wide as he realizes the unforeseen consequence that his awestruck staring has resulted in. The concerned questions from the other members roll off his back as he tries to fix the mess he made. The two extra concert tickets that he’d been holding for two of his friends suddenly come to mind. Frustrated with the way he keeps misspelling words in his haste, Jimin throws caution to the wind and hits the call button. He doesn’t know why he’s so desperate to fix this, especially since he just met this girl less than forty eight hours ago but he can’t deny the nerves coursing through him as he waits for Amira to answer the phone.

“Cameren, he thinks I’m ugly. I just know he does.” Amira whines and it’s nearly Cameren’s breaking point. She sighs frustratedly over the phone as she does her best not to yell at Amira for overthinking and sending herself into a panic.

“This man saw you in an unforgiving barista uniform, bare-faced, at three in the morning and still somehow thought you were cute.” Cameren can hear Amira inhale to interrupt her but she powers through, giving her no option but to listen. “If he saw you looking like that then there’s now way he thought the picture you sent him was ugly so stop overreacting. He’s a fucking international superstar someone probably stopped him for an autograph or something. Or maybe he thinks you’re insane for losing your shit because he took more than five minutes to respond.”

On a more rational level, Amira knows that Cameren is right, but it’s not every day that a girl actually gets to live out their fantasy like this. So naturally, she’s insecure and full of nervous energy that is near impossible to get rid of. What if his sleep deprivation made him delirious? What if fully awake Jimin thinks he made a mistake? Cameren is still ranting when Amira’s phone beeps with another phone call. She pull the device away from her ear to see who it is and nearly choke on her own spit.

“He’s calling me! I gotta go.” She ends the call with Cameren and answer Jimin’s before her overactive nerves can convince her not to. The second Amira accepts the call, all that can be heard is Jimin apologizing profusely. Somewhere in there he mentions something about concert tickets and soundcheck and her brain decides to finally kick in to get some clarification.

When he finally starts speaking slow enough for her to understand him, Amira is stunned even further into silence. Front row tickets to their next concert with a primo soundcheck position? Yeah, there’s no way she could pass that up, but there is one issue. Their next concert is in Toronto. As if he can sense what she’s thinking, Jimin immediately offers to fly Amira and whoever she wants to bring with her to Toronto. The sound of raucous laughter in the background drowns out his next sentence, so she can only assume the rest of the group is giving him shit for that.

“I can’t let you do that, Jimin.” Amira already knows that Cameren is going to kill her for this when she fills her in later, but she doesn’t want him to feel like she’s using him for free stuff. He tries his absolute best to change her mind but Amira doesn’t let up.

“At least promise me that last night won’t be the last time I see you.”

“I promise. Now go to sleep before I tell army you’re neglecting yourself because I can hear the exhaustion all in your voice.” Jimin laughs at her playful threat which makes her heart swell with pride at being the one to make him laugh like that. After being a fan for so long, Amira can perfectly picture the adorable way his eyes have probably scrunched closed as he laughs with his whole body. The reluctantly bid each other goodbye after Jimin makes her promise once more that they’ll meet again.

Months have passed since the day Jimin turned Amira’s life into a wattpad fanfiction and since then life has changed in numerous ways for both of them. Amira has gotten a new job. A new dog. A new house. Meanwhile, BTS has hopped from country to country playing to sold out stadiums. Broken fistfuls of records that established western acts admittedly balk at. And yet, despite all these changes, Jimin and Amira’s presence in each other’s lives has remained constant. Whether it be a funny meme he saw online, a FaceTime call at an indecent hour because time zones are weird, or even a postcard from whatever part of the globe BTS has ended up in. Despite their best efforts though, their late night conversation over coffee did not get the follow up that they’d promised to have.

Amira is on her way back to work after meeting up with Cameren for lunch when she gets a text from Jimin. It’s a picture of what looks like a schedule for the upcoming month and it looks pretty empty save for a flight to LA on the fifth. The image is accompanied with several eye emojis and Amira connects the dots immediately. The second she returns to the office, she submits a request for two weeks of leave time. After snapping a picture of her screen, her fingers fly across the screen with a quick message to Jimin.

Amira hasn’t seen Jimin in person since that night at the coffee shop and that thought keeps her up at night as the days fly by. No matter how much careful planning they put in to try and see each other something always seemed to come up and foil whatever plans the two of them had concocted, but this time feels different. Like everything might actually fall perfectly into place. That brings up the question about how Amira is going to handle being face to face with Jimin again. All of his flirting and little pet names have been hard to handle over text but to be in the same room with him and keep her cool is going to be a new kind of challenge. He’s been very direct about what his feelings are and though she feels the same, Amira has been hesitant to reciprocate his romantic sentiments in fear that what she feels is rooted in her love for BTS as a fan. Cameren has been Amira’s saving grace with her pep talks but nothing could ever truly prepare her for the force of nature that is Park Jimin spending two uninterrupted weeks in her house.

Jimin arrives in a whirlwind of designer luggage that he quickly tosses aside in favor of peppering kisses all over Amira’s face while she playfully attempts to fight him off. Her terrier Luna runs circles around the both of them in a frenzy at having a new friend to play with her. Amira’s heart is beating erratically in her chest as Jimin switches tactics, choosing to simply hold her close to him.

“Hello to you too, Ji-” His lips pressing against her own stops Amira’s sentence in its tracks.

She’s always admired how soft his lips looked but to find out just how soft they actually are sends a rush of endorphins coursing through her. All of the qualms she’d had about falling for him melt away like ice cream in the summer sun. Her insecurities suddenly seem so significant as his lips mold against her own like they were meant to be there. A deep groan rattles Jimin’s chest when she gets over her initial shock and reciprocates. He tastes of strawberries and the faintest hint of mint when he explores her mouth with his expert tongue. Amira decides then and there that she would gladly die of suffocation if it meant she could kiss Jimin till she croaked.

They could’ve remained locked together for an indefinite amount of time if not for Luna tugging on Jimin’s pant leg with her teeth, demanding her fair share of his attention. He doesn’t hesitate to scoop the energetic fur ball into his arms, scratching behind one of her ears as Luna practically vibrates in his arms.

“I think this is the part where I tell you I’m in love with you and want to be your boyfriend.” He lifts Luna next to his face and Amira knows she’s in trouble. “Don’t you want to wake up to us every morning? At least for the next two weeks?”

“Kiss me again and you’ve got a deal, boyfriend.”

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A Family of Five- Part 4: Games and Surprises

Calum and Harlowe’s marriage hasn’t always been easy, but it has always been filled with love. This is a collaborative experience with In Sorrow and In Joy. Dad!Calum. Black OC.

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Calum shouldn’t be this mesmerized by the way her skin looks. But he swears she used some kind of sparkly body oil. The glitter sparkles in the sun, her skin looks heavenly. Much more than it normally does. Brown glistening with gold flecks. He wants it coating his tongue. He shifts a little in his seat; he can already feel the strain in his pants. Calum should be concentrating on the menu in front of him. They already spent all morning in bed. She got in late last night from her reading, due to a delay. By the time she home, the last thing she wanted to do was fool around. Calum understood. Harlowe and he snuggled up in bed and she passed out pretty soon after curling into his chest.

However, the moment she woke up, Calum couldn’t keep his hands off her. She didn’t seem to mind either. It was slow, soft, lazy sex. Calum buried his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling the faint sweet smell of her products, a mixture of something floral and coconut. He loved it. He wants to smell it again. He wants to be gentle in the beginning this time. Her moans are so sweet against his ears, but he also wants more. He wants to hear the pleasure ripping over her throat, he wants to see her eyes roll back into her head. Her wants to see her let go. Calum should’ve offered to cook. But Harlowe wanted to try this little brunch spot that just opened and he couldn’t say no to her pout.

She’ll only be free for a couple more days. Then it’ll be back to school for her, the end of her spring break. With the release of her new book of poetry, she got invited to a book fest. So they didn’t get to spend nearly as much time together as they both anticipated. The kids are with his parents. Moving back to Australia had its perks for sure. Though, Ashton took them for part of a day. Calum received a video of Esha and Ashton competing in DDR. Ashton’s message attached to the video was I got my ass beat by a nine year old.

Should the entire two days they have together be spent solely in the bedroom, or whatever part of the house they happen to be in? No, Calum knows that. So he shifts again and pulls his gaze to the orange menu in front of him. It’s enough contrast to the blue shirt of his she’s wearing. She stole the royal blue button up form his side of the closet and he can’t say anything. Especially not with the way she’s left a couple top buttons undone and tied it up at the bottom. Slivers of her chest and stomach poke out. He desperately wants to run his fingers over the stretch marks he knows so well already. She looks like a fucking goddess in front of him. Going on a decade of marriage should make things stale. But things have started to heat up for them. She’s off the meds with a doctor’s approval and Calum’s enjoying the way her new energy.

Calum glances up at her once again. She’s resting her head on the flat of her knuckles, squishing the fat of her left cheek, gaze zeroed on the menu. “You’re thinking about something,” Harlowe grins before lifting her eyes.

The moment feels like slow motion for Calum. He can see every lash as her lids lift, her dark brown eyes landing on his. “You,” he says softly, “I’m thinking about you.”

“Well I suggest you start thinking about what you want to order. Because you got three seconds before our server comes up.”

Calum’s fucked. He has no clue what’s on this fucking menu. He doesn’t care. When the server shows up, he lets her order first and then takes the same thing. “If I told them to bring me toast and one lemon, you would be so fucked.”

He exhales a laugh. “No, I wouldn’t be. You would be though.”

“I blame the fact that I had two kids. I can eat a house and home.”

“You talk about Te Koha’s appetite, but you’re the real culprit,” he grins.

She levels a finger at him. “You shush!”

“Make me,” he laughs. Harlowe doesn’t miss the teasing lilt to his voice, the small smirk that lifts half of his lips. She’s noticed him shift in his seat several times while she was debating what to order. She knows what he wants. She will not give in that easy. He’ll have to work for it.

“What are we? 23 again?”

The smile falls again, he exhales a chuckle. He doesn’t like being reminded of that age, much. It’s nothing against her. It’s everything against him. It was him that tried to end what they had. She had just moved to California for her master’s in poetry. They had been something a step above friends with benefits and a step below a real relationship. It didn’t seem to matter much what the label was, but Calum felt himself, dying to call her about every little thing. She was the first person he wanted to talk to in the morning and the last one he wanted to hear at night. He nearly ruined all that too. Over text message. Stupid fucking text message.

“Hey,” Harlowe says softly, reaching for his hand.

Calum shakes his head, sniffling. He doesn’t want to talk about it. He doesn’t want to mention how stupid he was in that moment, how terrified he was of fucking it up with the best damn person for him that he did nearly fuck it up. “It’s nothing,” he whispers.

“Nothing my black ass,” she counters, tightly holding onto his fingers. “What’s up, baby?”

He’s doing it again. The same behavior that nearly lost her sixteen years ago. “I love you,” he exhales. “A whole fucking lot. Sometimes I guess it scares me what I nearly did; I’m still so sorry about that. I know I was young, and scared, and a whole bunch of other adjectives, but I was so utterly in love with you, I didn’t know how to handle it. I didn’t want to fuck it up. I still don’t want to fuck this up. I’m scared I will.”

Harlowe fights to keep the sigh from escaping her. She’s forgiven him. She knows getting Calum to open up requires more patience than she sometimes has. But God, does she wish he’d stop beating himself up over it. What words are left for her to say? “I’ve forgiven you, Calum. It’s time you forgive yourself. You’re human. You’re going to fuck up. I don’t think less of you.”

He nods. She’s right. He really ought to forgive himself. But the words to that message are burned into his retinas some nights and days. We shouldn’t do this; I shouldn’t do this. I can’t do this. You’re too good for me and I’m no good for you. I’ll ruin you. “But how? How do I forgive myself for something like that?”

“You admit it was a mistake. One mistake, amongst a lifetime of them. One you learned from. Clearly. Because we did it. We’re doing it. We’re literally married.”

Her inflection, her laugh, makes him crack a shaky smile. He looks down to the diamond ring. They made it, they are making it each and every day together. “Sorry for bringing it up. I just...sometimes I really get hit with how much of an idiot younger me was.”

“You live; you learn. Younger me was an idiot too. The girl I told off on twitter--yeah, not my most shining moment.”

Calum chuckles, head dropping a little remembering the rant she went on. “You didn’t exactly paint a pretty picture about me either.”

“Look, I was literally months pregnant with Koha and exhausted. The last thing I wanted to do was sit back and have thousands of people judging me-us- for not marrying sooner.”

“Valid. But you didn’t have to mention the one night I partied too hard and got sick, now did you?”

“Okay, but who cleaned up your vomit that night too? Off your own fucking floor? Me. Who took Duke to the vet the next day because you literally were lying under your sheets in the dark? Me.”

Calum groans. It wasn’t a shining moment for anyone. He was only going out for a few hours. He hadn’t had a drink in a while, keeping it out of the house while Harlowe was pregnant. It was a guy’s night tradition and Harlowe told him he should go out for just a little fun. So he did. He promised to have his phone on him, volume at it’s max and on vibrate incase she needed him. She was about six months pregnant, so it she wasn’t terribly far along. Just one night out with one beer, turned in a quick too many shots in succession, a woozy Uber back home and Calum promptly vomiting on the kitchen floor trying to get some water in his system.

Harlowe heard him from the bedroom, pushed herself out of bed and wordlessly cleaned it up. Calum can’t remember much after that but as Harlowe recounts, he almost cried because she was pregnant and he was the one acting like a child. Every other word out of his mouth was sorry because he hadn’t intended for it to get like this. Harlowe couldn’t carry him like before to the bedroom, so she shushed him and got him on the sofa. He made it only to the bed later, after waking with a killer headache.

The server returns with their food before he can defend himself. As Calum dunks a piece of french toast into the syrup, he speaks, “Still, it didn’t need to be put on social media.”

“Well, what do you want me to do, go back in time? That science hasn’t exactly been perfected yet,” she huffs. “Besides, we didn’t have to be married at that particular moment either. All the shit we had been through, we were living at our own pace. It still makes me mad to think that some people thought you had even proposed because you felt obligated to.”

Calum takes a strawberry off his plate and holds it out to her. “Eat this. Clearly I didn’t marry you out of obligation.”

“Strawberries aren’t going to make me calmer,” Harlowe retorts.

Pulling up from his chair, Calum stretches across the table and drops the berry into her mouth. “Just shut up and eat. Food will make you calmer, second only to my cock,” he adds the second sentence in a whisper. Just loud enough for her to here.

It doesn’t even shock her. Instead she smiles around her chewing. “So that’s how it is?”

Calum raises an eyebrow. “That’s how it is.”

Harlowe nods. She won’t let this go. She was going to go grocery shopping tomorrow. But now, she’s going to make him suffer a trip. Two can play this game. She plays just a little bit better too.

Brunch finished, and bill paid, Harlowe taps her fingers on the table. “We should probably get some groceries.”

“You mean tomorrow?” He trails his fingers up the skin of her forearm. He’s waiting to see that shake of her spine, hear the chatter of her teeth.

“I mean we’re already out now.”

Calum doesn’t let up, dragging his nails over the skin of her elbow joint. He watches her carefully, but he gets nothing. Though he can see a rigid line across her shoulders. She’s tensing, so she won’t give him a reaction. “You’re playing dirty,” he spits. It’s some pretend offense, but some of it is real. How dare she?

“Let’s go while we’re out, yeah?”

He nods. “Yeah, let’s go while we’re out.”

The actual grocery shopping goes by smoothly. Calum stirs the basket while Harlowe takes charge. It’s routine, especially if they bring the kids. Both of them like to bounce around and ask about items not on the grocery list. Sometimes they cave on the small things, but it works much faster when one of the takes lead over the trip. It’s as Harlowe browses through the choices of rice that Calum seizes his opportunity. He slips a hand into the back pocket of her jeans, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“Can I help you sir?” Harlowe grins. Calum doesn’t miss her sharp inhale before speaking. She keeps a good game face, but he knows her buttons.

“Just enjoying the view,” he mutters, kissing her cheek.

A giggle escapes her before she shrugs out of the embrace. She tosses a box into the basket. Calum sighs and starts behind her again. He looks over the produce, onions and bell peppers before finding ones that satisfy him. While he ties off the bag, Harlowe walks up behind him, patting his butt and giving it a squeeze. Calum jolts before looking over his shoulder to the bright grin on her face. “You’re so proud of yourself, huh?” he asks as she scurries away.

He catches her on the wine aisle. Initially he thought she might be down the candy aisle. But when faced with the severe lack of blue shirts and his beautifully brown wife down the aisle, he knows wine is the second place to check. She’s not drinking right now, but she still likes to keep a bottle in the house for guests. He finds her holding up two different bottles. “I can’t choose. Help, please,” she whines, a pout pulling down her pouty lips.

“How long have you been holding those bottles?”

“For a while, waiting for you to find me.”

Calum’s laughter hits the empty air of the grocery store loudly. He inhales sharply before his laugh leaves him again. “Are you serious? Put both of them in the cart you fucking goof.”

She sets the bottles down, with a sigh. “Thanks. They were getting heavy.”

Walking around the cart, Calum holds his arms out. Only his wife, only Harlowe. They embrace and Calum still vibrates with his laughter. Before releasing the hug, Calum kisses her forehead, sliding his arms down her waist, resting on the curve to her ass. He lets his hands linger there, kneading softly, fingers playing at the loops of her jeans.

She shoves his hips. “I’m not going to cave, not here,” Harlowe mutters. She sounds a little breathless and that’s all the reaction Calum needs.

He grabs her chin gently, silver bracelet sliding down his slender wrist. “Oh yes, you will,” he commands. Harlowe bites down her lip, fighting her throat to keep the moan down. She can swallow it, keep it at bay. The grip tightens. He needs this. He needs her to cave, because God is he seconds from caving himself, seconds from falling to his knees in the middle of this fucking grocery store to beg for her, for her body, for her sighs, for her moans, for her hands on his skin.

She wrestles her chin away, exhaling hard. Defying him isn’t going to end well for her. Normally defying means punishments. But he hasn’t dished out any of those in a long time. Harlowe’s toying to see if he will. Calum probably won’t. Not after her spiral from Esha, he’s been extremely gentle during sex. She’s been good too with it, except for now. Now she’s tired of it. She wants to let go finally.

The walk to the check out is silent. As they load up all the bags into the trunk, it’s silent. It’s not until both doors are closed and seat belts are on does anyone speak. Calum starts the car, before turning to Harlowe. “What was that?”

“Disobedience,” she answers, staring straight ahead. “Which means punishment.”

Calum exhales hard. “Baby, are you sure? I don’t-I don’t want you to feel rushed into anything. I’m okay with taking things slow.”

“I’m tired of slow.”

“We can’t do some of the stuff we used to. I-I can’t just yet. I’m worried.”

“I understand. I’m not asking to dive in head first. I just am tired of slow.” Harlowe watches as Calum nods, but runs his hands through his hair. He looks too hesitant for comfort. He won’t do it, she figures. “Never mind, forget I mentioned it.”

“Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa,” Calum lifts her chin. “I didn’t say I didn’t want to touch you or have sex with you. If you’re tired of slow, you’re tired of slow. You have every right to be.”

“But you said you were worried.”

“Worried, yes. Against, no. I’m cautious. It took almost a year to get back to where we are. I don’t want to push you too fast.” Undoing his seatbelt, Calum stretches over the middle console, brushing his nose over hers. “But you’re tired of slow. So we’ll ratched it up a notch.” He seals her mouth with his. She wastes no time, parting her lips for him. Harlowe is eager to gain more than just slow, and gentle. She wants something to set her skin on fire.

Calum doesn’t slip his tongue into her mouth. Instead he pulls away. She whines, pushing forward even with the seatbelt pulling her back. He chuckles, patting her cheek. “This is what happens when you disobey.”

Even though a whine falls past her throat, Harlowe grins. This is it. This is the feeling she missed as her fingertips start to buzz. The drive home is silent between them, besides the low hum of the radio. Calum tries to keep his hands to himself, tries to punish her like she’s asking. He just can’t help himself anymore. “Unbutton your pants,” he orders at a red light.

“What?”

“Unbutton your jeans and get them down as far as you can,” he states again before glancing over to her.

Harlowe lifts her hips, slowly, popping the button her light denim jeans. She wiggles them down, suddenly very aware that a lot of people could be watching her in that moment. Her underwear selection for the day isn’t the most exciting, a simple pair of black cotton underwear with lace trimming. “What if people see?” she asks.

“Then they shouldn’t be looking. No one is watching, though.” Calum looks over again. The denim is about half way down her thighs, though she’s struggling to get them down more. “That’s good. Now sit on your hands.”

“What are you doing?”

“Just do as I’m saying, baby.”

Harlowe pulls her hips again and settles down on her hands. The moment her hands are covered by her bottom, Calum slips hand over her thighs. There’s still some firmness to them, but two children have made her soft. The cellulite is harder to miss, but the ridges underneath Calum’s fingertips are enticing. He really wants to sink his teeth into her thighs. As the urge strengthens, he squeezes at her flesh. Not enough to cause pain, but hard enough to soothe the lust. She exhales next to him, shaky.

“Scared?” Calum asks.

“No, horny, turned on.”

Dragging his knuckles up her thigh, he brushes over her clothed sex. The thin material is soaked already. He hums at the feeling and pushes the cotton to the side. He can feel her dripping onto his hands. Calum presses the pad of his thumb to a clit. She jolts, a hiss falling from her lips. “Did I say you could move?” Calum asks.

“Sorry,” she sighs.

Calum removes his thumb, sliding two fingers into her. She clenches around him, but doesn’t move this time. “Good girl,” he praises, curling them up into her. Harlowe releases another shuddery breath. Calum works his fingers inside her slowly. They’re about two minutes form the house. But he’s going to milk this. Harlowe doesn’t move in her seat but her grip on the door is deadly.

All the color is starting to drain from her skin around her knuckles. She moans occasionally, but mostly tries to keep those sounds contained too. Calum turns into the driveway of the house, putting the car in park. He pulls his fingers out of her. Harlowe starts to whine, but before the sound can fully escape her, Calum’s unbuckled himself and leaning across the way. He kisses down her jaw, inserting his fingers again.

Her breathe is ghosting over his cheek, and his exhales are blowing right over hers. “Cum for me.” Calum’s voice is strained, desperate. Almost pained, like he’s on the edge of breaking down too, watching Harlowe’s heaving increase.

“Fuck, shit,” she cries. She’s getting there. Her pelvic muscles are tightening around him. Her hips are lifting, her curls are pressed so deep into the headrest, if she doesn’t leave an indent, he’ll be shocked.

“You’re so close,” he coaxes, gently grazing his teeth over his skin. Right on the cusp of her orgasm, Calum considers pulling away, making her fall apart around nothing. He wants to ruin it. And that’s what he does, right on the edge of her cry, Calum pulls away from her completely.

Harlowe swears, slamming her palms against the door handle. Her cry is mangled. When she opens her eyes, Calum can see tears on the falling down her cheeks. With his clean hand he wipes them away. “You motherfucker,” she heaves, turning into his touch. “I hate you, a tiny bit.”

“You okay?”

She laughs, “I mean on the one hand, that was on track to be the best orgasm of my life and on the other hand, you ruined it, so...you know I don’t know.”

Calum brings his coated finger to his mouth, sucking them clean. He pulls his digits from his mouth with a pop. “Clean yourself up. There’s still ice cream and sorbet to put up.”

Due to two kids already, they keep the vehicles well stocked with tissues and wipes. Calum hands her the packet after taking one for himself. They’re baby wipes. Harlowe reaches behind Calum’s seat and unhooks the small plastic bag they leave in for trash. He is mindful to let her get her pants back up before opening his door.

Calum grabs two bags from the trunk when Harlowe walks around and pushes on his shoulder. The smirk on his face let’s him know everything is good. “You asked for it,” Calum counters with a pause. “Don’t get mad at me, doll.”

Harlowe huffs next to him. Calum giggles, hurrying into the house with his bags. She hates that pet name. The first time he used it, she immediately ceased him from using it ever again. He only pulls it out in instances like this, just to annoy her, to rile her up. Harlowe storms after him, careful of the paper bags in her hands. “Calum Thomas Hood!” she bellows into the house.

Pepper halts in her run to greet Harlowe. She knows that tone. “Pepper,” Harlowe coos. “I wasn’t talking to you angel. I’m sorry.”

Harlowe drops her bags and holds out her hands. Pepper continues over, rubbing in close to Harlowe’s embrace. Sissy and Jack come trotting over too. She scratches at their heads too. Calum rounds the corner of the kitchen, prepared for her fierce gaze, but she’s too preoccupied by the dogs. He seizes this moment and brings in the last of the grocery before locking up the car and the house.

“Don’t think I’m not still pissed about you calling me doll just because I’m playing with the dogs.”

“You know you love it,” he teases, his sing song cadence making Harlowe melt at the sound, but also grow a bit more frustrated. She hates the term, but somehow, it’s much less grating hearing it from his lips. It’s her more Southern upbringing. She is no one’s doll, no one’s play thing. She’s not plastic waiting to be structured. But for Calum she would be. For him, she would be a doll-the most perfect one too.

“I love you babies. But Papa Bear will eat my sorbet if I don’t hide it,” Harlowe teases.

“I bought a separate pint for me, so you shush,” Calum shouts with a chuckle.

Harlowe kisses the top of Jack’s head. “He’ll still eat some of mine.” She takes over putting away the last of the items, not even realizing Calum has disappeared until something cold touches her exposed stomach. She jumps into Calum’s chest, he snakes his arm even further around her waist. If he’s wearing rings, Harlowe swears she’s going to lose it. She glances down to see a bracelet. A new one in addition to the silver chain from earlier. Her gaze travels up from his wrist and sure enough his fingers adorn several of his favorite rings. His left hand slides up the back of her, the cold metal biting at her neck.

“Fuck,” she whispers. The rest of her sentence dies on her lips as he brings his hand around to her throat. There’s no pressure, he’s just cupping the front of her neck, thumb ghosting over her skin. The paper towels fall from Harlowe’s slack grasp.

“Pick those up, doll. Put them where they belong. I’m not doing anything.”

But he’s doing everything to make Harlowe turn into putty. She bends over, grabbing the still wrapped paper towel roll from the floor, ass lined up with his crotch. Rolling up to stand, she pops onto her tiptoes to put the roll with the others on the shelf of the pantry. Her butt pops out as she leans forward, sliding it next to other waiting roll. The pantry door closes and before she can blink, Calum grabs her hips and spins her around. As he takes a step forward, she takes one back, pressing into the woodend door.

His fingers trail across her stomach, pulling at the knot in his shirt. It falls open, her cropped camisole rests high on her waist. Calum presses his palm into her stomach, not too hard, but enough. She holds tightly to his wrist, tugging him even closer to her. “Tell me what you’re waiting on?” She asks, grabbing the back of his neck. Her lips ghost along his jaw, up to his ear. “You’re moving too slow.”

He doesn’t want to hurt her or scare her. Calum knows, however, he has to act fast. He pushes down the shirt from her shoulders, kissing across her shoulders. Once it falls into a heap at their feet, he pulls away, undoing his belt and pulling it from the loops. He pops the button on her jeans, pulling her back into him. “You won’t be saying that again,” he warns before turninf her back around.

Harlowe braces against the pantry door. Calum unzips her jeans before pushing them down her hips. It’s not until he starts kissing the skin exposed as he undresses her that Harlowe suddenly finds her stomach filled with butterflies. Her body has changed so much since having kids. Nothing feels firm anymore to her. It scares her to think maybe she’s not as attractive as she used to be to him.

Calum can sense something happening in her. He bites at her right cheek. “Stay with me, doll.”

“I’m jiggly though,” she sighs. Calum pushes up from his knees, standing at the back of her. His erection brushing against her. The sensation shocks her, her core clenches. Maybe she’s wrong.

“You feel that?” he asks, pressing harder into her.

“Yes,” she moans. He feels painfully hard against her.

“Jiggly or not, you are my wife. You’ve blessed me with two children and three dogs. You are stunning and incredible. Besides,” he grins, running his hand over her ass. “I like the jiggle. A lot more for me to play with. But I can show you a lot better than I talk about how attracted I still am to you.”

Harlowe chuckles, turning her head to look at him. His pupils are blown, she can barely see the brown in his eyes. The beam to his grin makes ease some of her worries. “May I?” he questions, fingers trailing over the edges of her underwear.

“Please,” she breathes.

Calum sinks back to his knees, kissing over the back of her thighs, before pulling her completely of her jeans. Her panties are next to go before Calum settles between her legs. She pushes off the door some more. “Fuck,” he groans. “You’re so pretty, ya know? It’s a gorgeous sight you this wet for me.”

Harlowe can’t speak before his mouth is on her, sucking hard. “Ah, shit,” she shudders at the first contact, fist slamming into the pantry door. He hums at the curse. He grabs at her thighs to keep her stance wide enough for him. Her body quivers above him. Harlowe can barely get her breath. It’s taking all her core strength to stay upright as Calum laps at her. The sounds are lewd, the slurping, the swears, the moans.

It’s a bad idea to take a hand off the wall, but Harlowe pushes up and looks down at Calum, his tongue swirling around her clit, flicking it. She grabs a fistful of his curls and tugs on them. He releases a moan, vibrating against her. Her stomach is on fire. “I-” she starts before her orgasm crashes over her. She groans, striking the door again with a closed fist. Finally, after what feels like forever, Harlowe exhales hard before gaining her breath. “Oh, fuck,” she heaves, resting her forehead into the door.

Calum teases her entrance with his fingers. Harlowe hisses above him. His palm is soft and warm against her thighs. “Shh, it’s okay,” one hand soothes her, the other still dancing around her opening.

“I can’t. Please.”

“Okay,” he agrees pulling away from her. Sliding out from beneath her, Calum stands. Shedding his shirt and pants, he guides her upstairs. Harlowe watches the muscles of his back work beneath his smooth brown skin. Inside the bedroom before Calum and turn around, she drags her nails across his shoulders and down his back. Her lips leaves wet kisses over his skin. Calum shiver at the love bites she leaves. Snaking her arms around, she feels over his chest and stomach, fingers playing at the chains around his neck.

“You’re moving too slow,” he teases. It’s mostly to prevent him from buckling right here. His knees are weak. With a laugh, she pushes him towards the bed. Calum climbs onto the mattress. As he settles and turns around, Harlowe’s already shed the camisole, arms now behind her back as she works to unhook the bra. “Should’ve let me do it,” he laughs, though it fades away as the cups fall away from her body.

“Got anything else smart to say?”

He shakes his head, watching her saunter to the edge of the bed. She crawls up his body, stopping occasionally to leave kisses on his thighs. He closes his has as his stomach tenses. Her lips and kisses are so soft, he swears he’s going to explode. His body feels like it’s buzzing. Her fingers curl into the band of his boxer briefs. He doesn’t refute the action, lifting his hips and letting her take them completely off him.

She settles high on him, hovering right over her cock. Calum opens his eyes, watching the smirk on her face. The warmth and wetness slide right over him. “Shit,” he huffs, watching her slide up and down his length. “Don’t do this to me, doll. Please don’t.”

Harlowe stretches forward, gently taking the lobe of his ear between her teeth. “Call me doll one more time and see what happens.”

Calum runs his fingers up her back and sides. He’s silent, waiting for her to pull back in satisfaction. He knows she will if he remains quiet and then he can go in for the kill. Sure enough, she does, Harlowe tugs on his ear one last time before pulling away. That’s when he wraps his hand around her throat, squeezing. “What was that, doll?”

The hold isn’t too tight, but it stops Harlowe in her tracks. He was just going soft on her, just to give her some semblance of control to not freak her out. Calum watches her carefully, waiting for the gulp she usually does when she’s uncomfortable. But it never comes. She keeps her eyes trained on Calum. “Sorry,” she whispers.

“Sorry what?”

“You might have to remind me. I forget.” The statement seems believable until she cracks a smile. That’s when Calum knows she’s acting out. He brings his second hand around her throat, and pulls her face down towards him.

“I’ll remind you,” he growls. “You’re going to take my cock. Don’t breathe. Don’t think. Just bounce.”

Harlowe lifts up, lining him up to her entrance. For a brief second she considers maybe they should use a condom. Doctors have told her getting pregnant a third time isn’t impossible it’s just improbable. They’ve already agreed to try for a third child, even if the odds seem impossible. They go without condoms sometimes. It’s usually discussed beforehand. “Would you like me to put a condom on?” he asks, grip already loosening around her neck.

Harlowe, with a rush of boldness, presses his hand back and slides down his length. “No,” she moans. “No, I don’t.”

Calum tightens the grip. “You’re still not addressing properly.”

Harlowe pulls herself up before taking him back in. She gives no verbal response, focused slowly on the bubble of heat starting. Calum watches her bouncing on his cock. It’s a sight to behold, the curls that shake with her moment, the way her breast bounce with her effort too. A moan slips over her lips, it’s tight and quiet from the pressure around her throat. Calum takes one hand away from her throat, wrapping it around her waist. He pulls her up and close to his chest, before driving his hips up into her. Harlowe braces herself above his hand, “Shit. God, don’t stop.”

“You will address me correctly, doll.” He gives a purposefully hard thrust, before slowly sliding out.

Harlowe whines at the lost of her orgasm. “No, please, I’m sorry.”

“Then address me properly. Sorry, what?”

“I’m sorry sir,” she cries, eyes begging him. “Please don’t stop, Sir.”

“That’s more like it,” he smiles, thrusting back into her. The sound of relief that leaves her makes Calum almost cum. Harlowe sighs above him, the sound a little high in pitch. Calum removes his hand from her throat, slowing. Harlowe takes over, sliding up and down his length. With a nipple in his mouth, Calum moans. He’s missed this. He’s craved seeing her like this. A thin sheet of sweat covers her forehead, her knees pop just a little. But it doesn’t stop her, she chases down her orgasm.

“Shit,” she groans, clenching around him.

Calum runs his fingers over the side of her face, moans falling from her lips before he can catch them. “That’s right, just take all of it. Just bounce, baby.”

“I’m close, sir,” she warns. Calum’s own orgasm is still far down the line. He prays she can hold out for one last orgasm.

“Cum for me, pretty girl. Let go.”

“I want you to cum though. I need it,” she whines.

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll get there. Give me this one. Cum around my cock, pretty girl. Please.” Pressing his thumb to her clit, he rubs it in circles. Even though Harlowe has slowed the added sensation is too much. She cries out, spasming around Calum’s cock.

Calum holds her close, rubbing her back through the haze. “God,” he whispers. “You ought to see how beautiful you are when you cum.”

Harlowe chuckles into his skin, though it’s hot and clammy, it smells like home. “Mirror’s right over there,” she points, still nestled onto his cock.

“Don’t give me any ideas, pretty girl.” It’s silent for a minute as Calum gently scratches at her scalp beneath the coils wrapping around his fingers. “You okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you have one more in you?”

She might, it looks slim. Her legs already feel pretty unstable. “Would I be on my hands and knees?”

“No, we can arrange it so you’re not on your hands and knees.”

“Then, yeah, I got one more in me,” she laughs, sitting up.

“Lay on your back, baby.” Harlowe compiles. Calum hovers a for a second, drinking in the sight of her. “I know what you’re thinking. No, it’s not going to be slow. So strap in.”

His first thrust is easy, an adjustment. But three strokes later, her legs are on his shoulder, the bed rocking into the wall. Harlowe hisses a little, reaching up for him. Calum meets her with a kiss, still holding her thighs spread open. His thrust become so hard that her head falls ips over the edge of the bed. But she’s in direct view of the mirror. As the blood rushes to her head, she can see Calum’s gaze stuck on her, not even the reflection of her, just him gazing down at her. She chuckles until the pleasure catches up with her again.

“What’s so funny?” he asks breathless as his hips continue to snap into her.

“Someone’s working hard to put a baby in me.”

Calum grins, bending over again. He kisses her, even when he’s rough she’s still finding something to giggle about. He trails his tongue down her neck, tasting the salt of her sweat and the taste of juices still left from before mixing on his tongue. His stomach clenches. He’s not going to last much longer. But he’d like to give her that third true orgasm that he promised. So he slows a little, thrusting deeper, but slower. He circles her clit, watching as her voice comes out strained with her swear. “You gonna give me another one? You said you had one more in you,” Calum taunts.

“Faster, I need your fingers faster, please.”

He kisses on the underside of her chin. “Hmm, anything for you, baby.” Calum speeds up his fingers, feeling his own orgasm approaching faster. He won’t make it after her, but he can still make sure she sees her end. Harlowe grips tightly at his bicep, holding her head up from the edge. It hurts how close she is at this point. “God, fuck, Oh God,” she pants.

“It’s-fuck- it’s okay, baby.” Calum’s orgasm crashes over him. He knows his moaning pretty loudly in her ear, but the sound leaves him abruptly. He doesn’t still, still thrusting through the high.

“Calum, fuck,” Harlowe growls, voice thick with something like pain and pleasure. She clenches around him, his name falling from her lips again and again like a prayer.

Post clean up, Harlowe lays on her back, legs thrown over Calum’s waist. His fingers dance over her skin. He can see a few reddish purple marks blossoming on her skin. “Do they hurt?” he asks.

“No. They don’t ever really hurt unless I repeatedly hit that area.”

“I know. I’m just making sure.” He takes her spoon and scoops himself some of the peach mango sorbet.

“Hey!” she reprimands.

“I’m too lazy to get mine from downstairs. It’s too many steps.”

“It’s a flight and a half.”

“Still too many.” Harlowe finishes the last few spoonfuls, setting the bowl on the nightstand. Calum rolls his eyes. “I only wanted the one spoonful.” As they settle back on the screen, Harlowe wraps one arm around her stomach. Something feels different. A good different.

Harlowe’s hands shake. She ought to take this pregnancy test. That’s the only way to know for sure. But she can’t do it. She reschedules her OBGYN appointment too. Until next week. Next week she’ll have her bearings together. Her head will be on straighter and she won’t be thinking about what the hell she and Calum are going to do with a newborn. They’ve long gotten rid of the diapers, and the cribs. Does she really have it in her to have another baby this late?

Instead of going to her OBGYN, she ends up buying tampons and more sorbet. It’s a light period, but still a period. She should’ve known that she wouldn’t have gotten pregnant again. Part of her feels like an idiot for even thinking it was a possibility. Doctor’s told her chances would be slim. So why think that she would the special case?

Calum knocks on the bedroom door. After work, Harlowe mentioned being exhausted, so she took a nap. “Babe, dinner’s ready,” he says softly shaking her awake. Harlowe stretches after sitting up. Calum looks at his wife. She’s mentioned being tired most days. Her appetite isn’t much of a strange from normal, though the last few weeks she’s been extra sensitive about the smeell of seafood. The same thing when she was pregnant with Esha.

“You ought to go to that appointment, babe.”

“For them to tell me I’m broken. I know that already.”

“Maybe you aren’t. But you can’t stand the smell of seafood anymore, you’re craving nuts again. You’re tired. I think you might be pregnant.” He doesn’t want to talk to loudly, doesn’t want to give himself false hope. But the thought keeps nagging him. “You’re spotting as well. I don’t think they’re full on periods.”

Harlowe nods. Her silence speaks volumes. Calum doesn’t pushes it. He takes her hand and they walk downstairs to the dining room. “How was your nap?” Te Koha asks.

She kisses the top of his head. “Good, very good.” She settles in at the table next to Esha. She presses several kisses to her cheek.

“Mom,” Esha huffs. Calum sits across from her, watching the way she devours her dinner. Something is definitely up. Over the weekend, Calum steals a moment to call his mother. Joy warn him he has to do something even if it means dragging her to the office. On Tuesdays, Harlowe’s classes are finished early. So he knows he has to schedule it then, but he feels horrible forcing her. Joy, on the other hand, does not feel the same way.

Her office hours through, Harlowe starts packing her backpack when a knocks rings out. The door opens and Joy pokes her head through. “Well, isn’t this a nice surprise,” Harlowe grins, walking over to embrace her mother-in-law.

“I needed some help with something and figured I’d pop by to see if you were free.”

“Yeah classes are done, but Calum was coming to pick me up,” Harlowe states. “Let me call him, he might even be in the parking lot.”

“I didn’t see his car. But I’m not sure where he parked though.”

Harlowe gathers the last of her things and pulls out her phone. Calum answers on the second ring. “Hey, I’m leaving now. I know I’m late. Got hung up in the studio.”

“Hey. Don’t worry. Your mom’s here. She needs help. I’m going to go with her.”

“Okay. Tell her I said hi.”

“Calum says hi,” Harlowe relays moving the phone. Joy grins.

“So sorry again, babe. Lost track of time. I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay. The kids catch the bus, so it’s all good.” They hang up shortly after and the two woman start towards the parking lot. Joy watches Harlowe closely as they walk to the car. She can feel it; Harlowe’s pregnant again. She’s not sure if it scares Harlowe to have another child and that’s why she refuses to believe it. But whatever the case it is, clearly the woman knows something is up. She avoids deli meats, she doesn’t drink alcohol, has quit caffeine all together, everything she should be doing in pregnancy. She knows. But why does she not believe?

During the ride, Harlowe notes the strange route. But feels a bit rude questioning Joy. When they pull up in front of the small beige brick building, Harlowe sighs. “I should’ve figured.”

“You need to know. It’s been nearing what ten, eleven weeks at this point? You’re starting to show.”

Harlowe snaps her head over to the older woman. “Show? I’m two ounces short of being a keg. I am not showing; it’s not baby fat.”

A soft grin plays over Joy’s lips, all too similar to Calum’s. She doesn’t mean weight wise. It’s written across the glow in her skin. She is showing without even realizing. “Then let’s find out, yeah?” The women climb out of the car and Joy takes Harlowe’s hand. “I know. You are pregnant though.”

It’s not nerve wrecking when she signs in her appointment. It’s not nerve wrecking waiting for the nurse to call her back. Harlowe doesn’t have nerve, listing the symptoms. It’s only when they break out the sheet to protect her skirt that the nerves start. Harlowe clutches Joy’s hand when they doctor slips on the gloves. She is pregnant. She knows it. She just didn’t want to be wrong. She couldn’t stand the thought that she the test would come back negative. That all those things were just her brain thinking, wanting a baby so bad, it played this trick on her. Harlowe stares up at the ceiling. She can’t bare to watch a blank screen.

Thump-thump, thump-thump echoes around the room. Harlowe’s eyes sting with tears. That’s all she needs to hear. “Call Calum, please?” she cries to Joy. “Please. He needs to hear. Can she please call my husband?”

The doctor grins and a nurse exits the room. “Give us one moment, okay?”

Harlowe wipes her tears, staring at the monitor. The door creaks open again. She turns to the sound to see Calum. He walks far enough inside and have the door close, but the heartbeat echoing makes him stop. That’s his baby’s heartbeat. Tears slip down his cheek and Harlowe laughs. “God, we’re both a hot mess of tears.”

“You’re pregnant?” he breathes.

She nods, the stiff paper of the bed crinkles under her movement. “I am. That’s our baby.”

Calum rushes over, burying his face into her shoulder. His tears are hot even through the cotton off her t-shirt. Inhaling deeply, Calum looks to the screen again. That’s his baby. His miracle, his next little one. The joy coursing through his veins lights his bones on fire. Though the late nights are tortuous, and changing diapers are not ideal again, after nearly seven years of not having to do it, he is fucking ecstatic.

Harlowe has been dying for a third baby and he wanted nothing more than to give that to her. It was out of his hands, it was up to the numbers, gods, and chances. But he prayed for it, he begged to the high heavens to give this to her. She needed a good thing in her corner after her long battle. He knew she didn’t take him for granted, but there’s nothing quite like knowing something is sort of within reach and never being able to reach it. Until now.

Calum turns his gaze, though blurry and watery, down to Harlowe. He wraps an arm around her hair and head, kissing her forehead repeatedly. “I love you,” he breathes into her skin. “And this baby.”

Harlowe holds to his bicep, pressing her face into the flesh and dense muscle. “I love you too. I’m so sorry I didn’t go sooner. I am so fucking sorry.”

“It’s okay. You were smart about your diet. You knew. And now you can believe it. It’s okay. I’m here.”

“But what if I wasn’t. What if I fucked up.”

“Then it would be a mistake. One among a lifetime of many. We would’ve handled whatever came our way, together. Right?”

“Always together.”

Back in the car, Harlowe hold the print out of the sonogram, gently rubbing her fingers over it. She was smart and Calum would always be right by her side. “So, are we good on babies?” Calum asks.

“God, yes. No more, please.”

Calum laughs, grabbing her knee. “I have a consultation next week.”

They’ve weighed their options. Calum’s against her going in major surgery. Though Harlowe’s response is that a vasectomy is still surgery too. “What if I wasn’t pregnant?”

“Then I would’ve cancelled it, unless we were done trying.”

“Well, I’m done trying,” she laughs.

“Should I schedule before or after the birth?”

“Before,” she whispers. Though worry flashes through her veins, she feels like waiting won’t help her. She prays nothing happens in this pregnancy, but part of her is tired. If she’s not meant to have a third child, then she’s not meant to birth a third child. There are still other options.

“You’re worrying again. None of that. That’s our little one growing in you. It’s all going to be okay.”

She nods, though he can’t see it. It’ll all be okay.

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This entire thing is a rant, feel free to ignore it, but I saw your post about how destiel fans can’t win in this context, and yeah. So have some rambles.

I’ve been thinking about the fact we (current spn/destiel fans) can’t win all night... I’ve seen so many people talking about how homophobic it is - and while I would very much like to argue, as every point I’ve seen made by a non-spn fan has been wrong so far, if I did everyone inside the fandom would agree and everyone outside would either call me straight or pity me for believing it’s okay.

(Cas wasn’t even sent to hell lmao. He was sent to angel death (the empty), a place he has escaped in the past. Other points, like that meta about spn has been predicting exactly this for months, that Dean ended up sobbing on the floor because he was so upset, like that death means next to nothing on spn, like that there is two episodes left, etc etc. you feel me right? I just don’t want to post wank to other spn blogs atm, we’re getting enough frustration as it is, no need to add to it.

It’s also worth pointing out that the bar is very, very low. Spn is a prominent TV show - not a Netflix show, or indie, or whatever - and it just said “main character in gay love saved the world”. [insert gif of ghostfacers dude saying that gay love can pierce through the veil of death and save the day here]

I just saw someone saying that spn having Naomi try to brainwash Cas out of loving dean makes spn homophobic (it is a conversion therapy parallel). My first response to that is that Naomi was the villain lmao? I guess we can’t write villains doing anything homophobic because having villains do homophobic things makes, uh - checks notes - villains look homophobic, and clearly we can’t have that.

There certainly are legitimate things to criticise spn about, but this isn’t it lol.

Also now some people are unironically trying to cancel Jensen because “his acting was homophobic, and so he’s clearly homophobic”, nevermind that he’s an actor and his character struggles with understanding his emotions (which I think he played excellently, myself. That scene had a very Dean delayed emotional response), nevermind the support he’s given to us queers in the past. Like. Idek man.

We would have been laughed at if we got no destiel, too.

It would have been worse, had the writers pulled a dumbledore. At this point I also trust the writers not to pull a GoT - they have explicitly criticised that ending in spn’s canon.

Spn’s writers did that by making the main villain of this season, Chuck / God, say GoT had a good ending. To reiterate a previous point I had: villains do bad things because they’re bad. And the bad things they do make them bad. For the people out there not still following, if someone does something in a story and it makes them a villain, that is explicitly telling you the story (and probably the writers) thinks that thing is bad. In this case, Chuck likes to write things for him, and we the audience have been shown and told that is bad.

Apparently thinking a gay confession is good in 2020 makes me straight. Seems unlikely, but whatever. Sorry for the length, I guess I went overboard, I’ve been holding it in lol. Anyway, DESTIEL IS CANON 💚💙 hope you have a good night

Helloo supernatural anon I hope you are living your best life right now. Yeah I’m like..... skeptical and leery myself but having lived through some absolute garbage discourse that is general purity wank, as well as the C/QL greater fandom here and on Twitter I find myself... much more wanting to question the “general wisdom” of things esp in terms of negativity, bc a lot of the time I find.... it’s wrong? Like so wrong. Or at least presents such an incomplete picture of the whole situation and also presents it in such a removed context that words that have meaning and are operationalized in a certain way for a reason, no longer have meaningful usage.

Anyway I don’t... know too much about the specifics of Spn but someone I follow is into it and talks a lot about the Gnostic stuff and that all was very fascinating to me, and I also have been grappling a lot with cultural Christianity bc of cmedia and the way ppl just *clenches fist* unthinkingly or uncritically slap some Christian norms on it and call it a day 😩 help I’m Tired. My thing here being... I actually got tired of the uncritical “superhell”s at some pt bc I am, in fact, incredibly exhausted with cultural Christianity, and because it does seem like, even possibly(?) without the Gnostic stuff it’s different from a “hell” or other Protestant-derived afterlife concept, and also yeah that it wasn’t seeded out of nowhere, it was set up to happen, which then... lends credence to the idea that whatever the current era of Spn is doing, the current showrunners are doing it with purpose.

And idk I just... refuse to believe the concept that ALL of the fans of Spn - esp the ones who have been following it still, or got back into it and are following it currently, are acting under delusion or are fooling themselves into liking it or thinking it’s good or whatever. I personally find that kinda infantilizing and patronizing and playing into issues of dismissing things women and/or other marginalized identities like.

Plus I find the concept that (from what I think I’ve been seeing Spn fans say) that the current era of the show is quite actively grappling with itself, its past, its legacy. to be very interesting and compelling; it hearkens back to like an old lore kind of feeling, of a thing that has grown into a nigh undefeatable monster and realizing that, also realizing that the only way to defeat itself is through grappling with its own nature and transforming and transmuting itself into something else. I personally find that more plausible and compelling than “Supernatural has been actively and continuously queerbaiting for 15 homophobic homophobic years., so right now we’re all very sorry for you because this maybe is no longer queerbaiting but it’s still homophobic and it can never be anything different ever.” I’ve been sort of tangentially aware of Spn thru the years and didn’t we agree, around the time of that in-universe play about Spn and with the lil Destiel shoutout, that Spn has come a ways as far as coming to terms with its fandom and working to treat its fans better? Why the sudden regression into “oh no, Supernatural is and forever will be homophobic and a hate crime”? 🤔

The rest under a cut bc the ask is already long and then my rambling will get longer-

But yeah I mean..... I get that the legacy of Supernatural has been certifiably Rough, but I think people also forget how different of a time 2005 was? Hell, how different of a time 2015 was, even, prior to, say, Obergefell v. Hodges. Now I’m not saying that to blanket-excuse Supernatural, but like, you look at mainstream shows from the era and... there’s a lot of shit lmao. The fact that Supernatural has existed this long seems to me like.... maybe we CAN look at how it’s developed through the years vs just insisting it is what it was 15, 10, hell, 5 years ago. Especially since, to my knowledge, there’s been showrunner changes? Which seems to me like it would... affect things? I mean honestly, I remember back when I got into Spn for a hot second because of Castiel, I remember watching panel, Q&A, etc vids thru the years, and like... I thought we agreed that... it was the fans who were going a bit far pushing the shipping question like literally ALL the time to the actors, who are not in control of the show and.... like at the time.... that could have had personal implications for them? And yes homophobia bad, and people can still be allies despite that, but again like.... I do feel like - from what I’ve seen - that these guys were NOT ready to deal with a lot of that but they’ve (okay Jensen I’m talking about Jensen here) genuinely grown and learned? Also how many years ago was the essay autograph thing that people keep trotting out, like what year was it in and what year of spn was it, and what were the prevailing opinions on LGBT issues and bisexuality then.

I’ve been seeing some murmurings of identity politicsing surrounding ppl who enjoy Supernatural, and I’m sorry that that’s happening to you, it really fucking sucks and it’s also the dumbest way to “make” or “win” an argument because it shouldn’t ever be a final determiner, just factors to consider when considering what life experiences might have informed someone else’s PoV and views as well as maybe how you can better communicate with them. Instead of it being a “weapon” or “tool” to either dismiss someone or de facto validate an argument.

Also yeah I get it that you don’t want to send discourse to spn blogs bc I imagine you guys ARE actively grappling with all the bs rn and it’s a lot. Even just from like, the stuff I see around, I’m like tired of it. I’m genuinely having more fun with ppl who are having a good time with Supernatural than the ppl who are hating on it, even in this sort of backhanded “oh we’re not clowning YOU we’re clowning the writers and showrunners who think you should be satisfied with this,” when... yeah? the people who HAVE been watching the show and therefore... know what’s up.. DO seem to be? And all this based on *fake gasp* context. And that’s where the backhandedness becomes kind of poisonous to me, because it implies that it IS bad, and that you SHOULDN’T be satisfied, but poor little you are but don’t worry, we’re not making fun of YOU for liking garbage, you’re just the hapless victim who is consuming the garbage bc... idk, whatever reasons ppl are coming up with ig.

idk man it’s 2020. Fandom isn’t activism, performative or otherwise, it’s okay to let people enjoy things even if you think they’re “objectively” bad, and like... I don’t know if people can call something bad when they’re not even working with the whole context and instead are dealing with rumor and reputation.

#supernatural cw #I tag this for ppl who I know want nothing to do with spn rn and are blacklisting and so it doesn't end up in main tag #Anonymous #asks answered #long post

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easilydistractedbyfanfic · 4 years

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I really hated the Raven/Nikki scene in last night's ep, made Raven come across as cowardly and weak when shes supposed to be one of the strongest characters in the show. What are your thoughts on it?

Where to start, my fellow Raven-loving pal, WHERE TO START?!!? 😒 I touched on this briefly somewhere today - msgs, twitter, discord? I don’t even remember, lol. Maybe all three, honestly, because I didn’t like aspects of this scene either. So I’ll consider this a fresh rant! And as you well know, I’ve got a lot to say!

I actually like the Raven/Nikki storyline even though I don’t think they’re handling it as well as they should. It makes sense that Raven is upset, sad & guilty about Hatch and the other miners dying, and it makes sense that Nikki is very angry and out for revenge, and it COULD make sense that Raven is afraid to die in s7 (as yet another parallel to Murphy and not specifically in a romantic way either; their storylines genuinely mirror each other a lot) - HOWEVER. The show has not ever done the work to set Raven up as a supposed “cowardly” character, and they established nothing in s7 up to this point to suggest that Raven is scared to die, other than what we might read into (or didn’t) with her actions in 7x03.

I did a meta on it at the time because I was frustrated with what I considered OOC behavior with Raven in 7x03 - both locking Murphy in the room as well as how a lot of fandom was interpreting the scene AND how I think they had her phrase a few things. We know from the ep that she was the only person who had complete information - she knew the reactor was broken & what it needed to be fixed, she knew that when Wonkru was asked to help that no one stepped up - AND she witnessed that when they were told the truth (about Madi) that they fell apart. She knew that Indra had argued not to tell the truth for those exact concerns.

So Raven gets desperate for assistance & approaches the miners for their expertise - literally watching them in-fighting as she walks up to them - she knows that they may not be willing to help her out of the kindness of their hearts in a potentially dangerous scenario. She makes the decision to lie. We know THIS much is true - Raven decides to lie to the miners. What we must INFER as viewers is HOW MUCH DID SHE LIE and what were her intentions? In the ep, Raven literally makes a statement that she DID NOT KNOW the radiation would be that bad. She says this, and she looks harried/stricken about it. In addition, we know that Raven understands (bc she’s logical & a genius) that the miners may be more familiar with the equipment/techniques used to repair these kinds of things, therefore lessening the time it would take to fix the problem. We know that Raven is watching the monitors and that the other person in the room with experience, Em0ri, is too sick to continue to contribute/help/interpret what those monitors say. If we believe all these things we see in the scene and that we know about Raven (ie she’s logical & a genius & has risked her life before & never backs down from a fight), and imho we have no reason NOT to believe them, then she lied to convince them to help, yes. But she did not lie with the intention of death as the outcome. This part of the ep suggests that she expects they will all get sick but not die.

And if THAT is the case, then why would Raven expect that she would die if she went into that room after people had already been doing hard work to get it closer to being repaired? Why would she be too scared to go in? How does it make sense if she knows that if NO ONE fixes the reactor, then EVERYONE dies, including herself? How does it make sense that Raven is so scared to die in THIS scenario when every past dangerous choice on her part - some of which were much more dangerous, imho - don’t indicate that’s who she is at all?

This is why I say the writers SHOULD have done a better job writing it. A few scattered comments in s6 (basically only days/weeks prior to s7) about Marper and Shaw dying, Kane & Abby dying, about Murphy dying and his fears, about all the chances Raven has taken with her life up to now and all her near-misses - could have built up to Raven being afraid to die too. We have a neat call back to Raven relating to Nikki because Raven knows what it was like to lose Finn - Raven now being the one “responsible” for Hatch’s death and causing Nikki to feel that hurt. Add in her own desperation NOT to die and you have a deeper, more interesting problem besides Raven just wanting to save the world again (this time Sanctum if the reactor blows) - it gets more personal if Raven deliberately sacrifices others to save her own ass. And of course it mirrors what Murphy did in s6 to some extent too.

But they didn’t have her do this. They actually had her do the opposite, imho. They had Raven make a tough choice to sacrifice the few for the many, sure - but AFTER it was already too late to do anything else. Yes, it got complicated when she sent Murphy in that room as well, but that’s a tangent since he didn’t die, and arguably, her comments about him being a cockroach could imply that she fully expects him to survive it the whole time and she didn’t expect that she was doing something that would do him in.

So now 7x13 - the writers making Raven admit that she was being a coward to Nikki doesn’t have payoff. It doesn’t make sense via the evidence. It only makes sense as them writing Raven poorly as a “morality” character in s6 (oh god don’t get me started on THAT again), and then they try to make it some kind of big fall this season with this choice even though Raven has long lived in the world of gray. In addition, right after Raven “kills” the miners, she then kills a bunch more humans to save her friends in a dangerous situation in the woods that SHE SOUGHT OUT, yet she isn’t exactly going around avoiding dangerous situations out of cowardice, is she? She’s sassy on Bardo, back-talking Cadogan, holding guns on people once more like she’s not afraid to use them - basically she’s Raven, duh.

But that reactor scene? It makes sense that she is GUILTY about Hatch. But it does not make sense in any way that her character is a coward at all or in that incident because they did no setup to sell it. And in addition, they actually deliberately debased her character - or at least attempted to - by saying this about her/making her say it about herself despite the lack of evidence.

Also I gotta add - I did not like that even though Murphy, Em0ri and Madi knew how dead-set Nikki was on killing Raven, not one of them gave her a head’s up that Nikki was in the reactor area too. Like I know they had a lot going on but come ON. Once again lack of communication is the only reason something bad happens...

SO NO. NO I DID NOT LIKE IT EITHER! 🤣 I hope you’re not sorry you asked, after that long diatribe! But I *love* Raven. I *know* Raven. At this point I truly think I have written more about her than the show has. I’m sure I’ve thought more about her motivations and personality traits. So I have THOUGHTS.

#my inbox #asked and answered #the 100 s7 spoilers #raven reyes #my meta #thanks for asking as always #what do YOU think?#what didn't you like about it?#are we lining up or do you have some other thoughts?

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loyolahcmass · 3 years

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Homily on Santa Tell Me by Ariana Grande

Here is the preview of Fr. Rossi’s homily about the song Santa Tell Me by Ariana Grande:

“Santa Tell Me”

Ariana Grande

“Santa, tell me if you're really there

Don't make me fall in love again

If he won't be here next year

But I don't want a new broken heart

This year I've got to be smart.”

“Santa Tell Me” is a song about finding the right guy.

The singer is asking Saint Nick for the ultimate present: true love.

She—Ariana Grande, no less— wants a guy who’s committed.

A guy that won't break her heart during the holidays or in the new year

In other words, she’s asking Santa’s help to find “the perfect guy” for her.

__________

In this song, Ariana’s pretty desperate.

She's had relationship problems in the past.

She doesn't want to fall in love with nothing to show for it again.

__________

This is Ariana’s special Christmas wish.

She’s praying for a guy who knows what loving faithfulness is.

Then she’ll put her all into it.

__________

So, by now you’ve probably guessed that there’s a backstory to the song.

In August 2014, 21-year-old Grande ended her relationship with 19-year-old YouTuber Jai Brooks.

Two months later, in October 2014, she confirmed being in a relationship with rapper, Big Sean.

“Santa Tell Me” is about Ariana’s hesitation at starting a new relationship so soon after her breakup with Brooks.

__________

At the time, Jai Brooks was a member of the Janoskians, a YouTube comedy group from Melbourne, Australia.

Us Weekly explained in an article that, "It has not been an easy few months" for the singer, whose grandfather had just passed away.

"Jai just wasn't as supportive as he could have been."

__________

Grande's relationship with Brooks had always had its share of ups and downs.

The pair started dating in August 2012 and then split in early 2013.

Soon after, she started seeing The Wanted's Nathan Sykes.

Brooks took to Twitter to publicly bash her for "cheating" on him.

But, in his 740-word Twitter rant, he also included a public plea to her, saying he still missed her and loved her.

__________

Whatever he wrote hit a nerve.

Fast-forward to May of that year and Grande and Brooks were seen kissing at the iHeartRadio Music Awards and obviously back together.

However, it didn't last, mostly because Brooks didn't support her through the loss of her grandfather.

__________

"When her grandfather was dying, everyone was there for her.

“People flew to Florida to be with her, but Jai didn't," a source told E! News.

"Ariana just felt he wasn't there like he should have been."

__________

“But it's hard to tell if this is just a fling

Or if it's true love that he thinks of

So next Christmas

I'm not all alone, babe.

Oh, I wanna have him beside me

On the 25th by the fire.”

__________

As I said, lots of ups and downs.

So, does Ari and Jai’s romance hold a lesson for all of us?

Let’s check it out.

__________

“We met on Twitter,” Ariana says.

“I made her a video saying why we’re perfect for each other.” Jai says.

“I forget the reasons now. They were funny; it wasn’t a serious video, I wasn’t like ‘I’m a really good guy, no.”

__________

Ariana’s mother Joan was one of the main reasons they got together.

The Mom: “I was watching her Twitter, and there was a trend and it said, ‘Jai vs Luke For Ariana’.

“So, I just clicked on it and I said, ‘Oh my gosh Ariana, these twins in Australia that are part of this really good comedy group’.

“And that’s when I said, ‘You know what, answer him, he’s very funny.’

‘Just pick one.’”

__________

Jai and Ari didn’t even meet in person until the end of December 2012, when they’d share their first kiss.

Jai flew 20 hours just to be with Ari.

“My mom understood I was in love with her and she saw us talking every night for months and she wanted us to meet.”

__________

For the next 11 months, Jai would continue to fly back and forth for Australia to California to see Ari.

Ariana threw Luke and Jai a birthday party to celebrate their 18th birthday.

But Jai couldn’t attend her birthday, however; he was back in Australia at that point.

Not an auspicious start to a relationship: helicopter moms and half a world away from each other.

__________

Ariana sings about wanting her lover to be her “fire in the cold”.

Great! She’s spot on!

But, of course, Jai couldn’t be that warmth.

What relationship can survive when the two people are apart most of the time?

__________

In today’s Gospel, Jesus talks about being lights for one another.

Again, this is wonderful and so true.

But lovers can only be lights for each other, if they have a chance to spend time together, up close and personal.

__________

“The lyrics of “Santa Tell Me” articulate all we need to know about making relationships work.

After all, Ariana is singing about her own experience with Jai.

“I've been down this road before

Fell in love on Christmas night

But on New Year's Day, I woke up and he wasn't by my side

Now I need someone to hold

Be my fire in the cold.”

__________

Want to see what that fire looks like?

Check out Shawn Mendes’ great new version of “The Christmas Song,” which we’re also doing later in the Mass.

That looks like the kind of love relationship that will make any “season bright”.

#ariana grande #santa tell me #santa tell me ariana grande #ariana grande santa tell me #ariana grande music #homily #homilies #catholic homily #Catholic Mass #mass #hcm homilies #loyolahcmass

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The Cool Side of My Pillow Interview: A Trip Inside the Mind of Bruce Campbell.

When you mention the name Bruce Campbell, the first thing that readily springs to most people’s minds is the boomstick toting, chainsaw-wielding final guy of the Evil Dead franchise, Ash Williams. However, for some of his fans, he will be forever linked with the Harvard educated, resourceful bounty hunter, Brisco County, Jr. Then, of course, there will be those devotees of Burn Notice that will be quick to let you know that Sam Axe, the ex-Navy Seal with a love of Mojitos and Tommy Bahama shirts is their guy because we all know, “Chuck Finley is forever.” For those of you that have never had the pleasure of watching the inventive spy show, Chuck was Sam’s alias that he would use as a cover on certain operations. The mere fact that Bruce Campbell is a part of three vastly different fandoms says quite a bit about his ability as an actor as well as his likeability quotient.

A headliner on the convention circuit for years, the minute he is announced as a guest, tickets go flying out the door and venues sell out. Campbell understands what the people want and he is more than willing to give it to them which is why most promoters clamor to book him. His Q & A sessions are legendary and audiences love the way he sarcastically banters with them. In addition to being an accomplished actor, director and producer, Bruce is also a New York Times bestselling author with four books under his belt. If Chins Could Kill: Confessions of a B-Movie Actor, Hail to the Chin: Further Confessions of a B-Movie Actor, Make Love the Bruce Campbell Way and his soon to be released, The Cool Side of My Pillow.

His latest book is a collection of essays or as he would say, “rants.” This venture is unlike any of the previous mentioned titles and perhaps his most personal effort to date. In a sense, you get to take a trip inside Campbell’s mind. He expresses his feelings and opinions on a variety of topics from current events and social media to his code of ethics. I was fortunate enough to chat with Bruce about The Cool Side of My Pillow, and his future projects. After reading his book, you come away with the knowledge of how genuine and thoughtful he is which is refreshing in this day and age.

Diabolique: What I like so much about The Cool Side of My Pillow is your honesty. Your writing style makes the reader feel as if they are having an intimate conversation with you. You don’t hold anything back. There are certain aspects in the book which made me feel a tad uncomfortable because you shared some information that was deeply personal, in my mind. I don’t know if I would have included some of the things that you did.

BC: Oh, sure. You always have to decide where you stop. Where is the line? For me, it depends on the type of book. It depends on the type of subject matter. Every project is different.

Diabolique: Were some of the subjects you tackled cathartic for you?

BC: I don’t normally do that sort of stuff. I’m happy to share if I feel something is useful. In the chapter, “What Are You On?” I’m not ragging on people who have habits. I have habits that was the point. There are very few people that just go through their daily life without jacking themselves up, knocking themselves down, knocking themselves out, you know? So, its kind of amazing. The human condition fascinates me.

Diabolique: “A Little Effort Goes a Long Way” is one of my favorite segments. A tale of hard work, ingenuity and perseverance. Which is key to succeeding in the entertainment industry. Where does your drive come from? Some people can pinpoint it to relatives, a mentor…

BC: I do attribute some of it to the Detroit metro area. A lot of my buddies worked on the line, they worked in the factories, it was a great summer job that paid really good money. In Detroit, it was weird. There weren’t a lot of discussions about hopes and dreams. But I could see things happen incrementally that encouraged us. My grandfather worked for ALCOA Aluminum for over 40 years. Would he want to do that job? Was it his favorite job? He wouldn’t even know; it was his only job. He had that job for his whole adult life. My dad wanted to be a painter. I call him a “go betweener” because he didn’t do exactly what he wanted to do but he didn’t do what he didn’t want to do. He got into advertising because it was sort of creative but it wasn’t creative enough so he got into community theater which was more creative. That filled a very strong niche for him and so he kind of straddled the line and then I came along. He allowed me to pretty much do whatever the hell I wanted to do in whatever industry I wanted. He was the first investor in Evil Dead. So, I benefited from the transition of ONLY having drive. Meaning, you just go to work, it doesn’t matter what the job is. The next generation is, “Well, the job kinda matters.” My generation is, “The job matters a hundred percent,” because it determines what you’ve decided to do with your life. So, I am grateful for having enough drive but grateful for being injected with enough freedom of thought to then do my own thing. Partly the drive is the Midwest because you put a tie on, put your sport coat on and you go to work. Get your briefcase, shine your shoes and off you go.

Diabolique: Do you think it is important if you want to be in the arts to have a benefactor? Not necessarily monetarily but someone who encourages you like your dad?

BC: Well, my mom did sort of amateur writing so she was sympathetic at least to that side of the arts. She liked that creative side. My dad was way more interested in acting. So, I saw him in plays and stuff. I definitely benefitted because I had a sensibility that was similar to my dad. My two older brothers could give a shit about acting. They never touched it. I think my dad saw, “Hey, the young guy likes acting just like me.” That was probably an advantage.

Diabolique: Another thing about that particular section that is fascinating to note is your resourcefulness. The anecdote that you recount about having to come up with a way to deliver newspapers in a horrendous snowstorm and the lengths that you went to just to do your job is inspiring. I feel like that isn’t something that would be done by the younger generation, these days.

BC: We were pre-slackers and again, this isn’t to sound like a crabby, old guy on a hill shouting down about the great old days, at that time there were no other options. Our boss dropped off these papers at the top of a hill. That was as far as his van could go. He dumped the whole thing on me and my brother. We delivered them together (the resolution involved Bruce donning hockey skates and a toboggan). So, we thought okay. There was no option of saying, “Dude, I can’t do it. They’re just not going to get their papers today.” That would be the current response. You would wait until the roads were plowed, like that night, and then you would get your damn paper the next day and you’d end up getting two papers. It wasn’t an option. There was nothing in my upbringing that said, you can tell your boss, no. Now, if I thought it would have been very dangerous or life threatening, I probably would have said, no but short of that, there was a slightly different mentality in the air. You did what you were fucking told, for the most part which is a little bit different now.

Diabolique: “The Princess Di Factor” was a thought-provoking chapter because you talk about the click-baiting, disinformation and too much information that occurs on social media. Some of your peers have their PR reps handle their feeds but you are very present in yours. Do you think someone who is interested in getting into show business has to obtain “influencer” status?

BC: I think there is certainly pressure to do it. The old actors when they were doing a film could get away with telling the local studio, “By the way, I don’t do social media.” They say, “I’ve never done it. I don’t have a Twitter feed. I’m not starting now.” They can get away with it. But a younger thespian has a website and at least two or three social media platforms. I think its important to get a distinction of what are using them for? Facebook is all mercenary. Whenever I post, its just for a link to get tickets. I just do that to keep the account warm but I won’t add to it. That one is really inflammatory. They are finally starting to take the misinformation down. It should just be illegal. The stats are mind boggling. Something like 65% of the people who refuse to do social distancing and stuff like that get their information from YouTube. Its not news sources. Its like the Wild West. I think it needs to be settled. I would introduce journalistic standards and practices where by if you tell a little white lie, you get yanked and if you get fact checked and the facts say you’re wrong, that gets yanked.

Diabolique: At the beginning of your book, you discuss the toll of COVID-19 isolation and changes to the convention and motion picture industries. After presenting the Ashland Independent Film Festival awards virtually, do you think conventions might go that route in the future? San Diego Comic Con has gone entirely online which is surprising. Galaxy Con is another.

BC: If we don’t straighten this out, yeah. Sports are going to be weird for a while. Large venues are just going to be strange. How are you going to figure out the San Diego Comic Con? How are they going to make people feel comfortable jamming 125,000 people over a four-day period into that convention center which is already elbow to elbow and unhealthy? I don’t know. I’ve talked to promoters about a bunch of different things. I’m doing a Drive-In tour. Also, some theaters have opened up again so I am going to encourage and reward that so I have added five theater dates for later this summer: Austin, Dallas, Houston, Oklahoma City and San Antonio. I’m getting back out on the road. This is not a tour year at all but when I heard that drive-ins were making a comeback, I thought let me be part of that. Some of them are struggling to open and I want to help. I’m tired of being on the sidelines. I want to get back into it. Drive-ins are perfect. You’ve got your distance. I can go up to cars and hassle them and there’s no problem. I can shine my flashlight in the cars, see if people are having sex, there’s a lot of fun stuff we can do. I want to be the first guy they meet when they come into the place to park. I want to be the guy that parks everybody. It’s time. Everyone wants to feel normal again. Eat the meatloaf sandwich. Going to the drive-in is the oldest meatloaf sandwich you could ever eat. Bring the hooch. Hide it under the seat. Bring a cooler, bring your reefer…

Diabolique: In The Cool Side of My Pillow, you mentioned that you were going to attend San Diego Comic Con, New York Comic Con and the 2020 Electronics Expo which were all canceled due to the pandemic. Were you going to promote the Evil Dead game?

BC: That’s what I was going to do. That’s what I was going to those conventions for.

Diabolique: What’s the status on it?

BC: I have been looking at and approving a bunch of new stuff. They are full-fledged, full bore into it. I think they are talking 2021 for an actual release. Its rolling along, looking great. It got delayed because of the nightmare of video games. Platforms change and evolve. You look at somebody else’s games and go, “Shit! We have to change everything now.” We have to stay current. I have to finish doing the voice work.

Diabolique: I know you are aware of all the rumors surrounding potential work in the future. You even mentioned in your book that you had a few offers. Is there a possibility that you might show up in Doctor Strange 2 and Mall Rats 2?

BC: The Kevin Smith thing could happen if it all winds up together but we haven’t had serious conversations about it. For Dr. Strange, everyone is at the mercy of what Marvel is going to do and this backlog of movies they’re going to do now. So, I think it won’t be until 2021. Marvel has to figure this all out. They have to figure out what movies they are going to do next, what movies they are going to delay, what movies they are going to shit can, what movies they are going to advance and speed up…the marketplace is ever fluid.

Diabolique: Do you have a release date in mind for The Cool Side of My Pillow?

BC: I have to say summer. We’re blasting away. We’re finishing graphics and photos and all that. We’re doing some legal crap. I’m starting a publishing company too. Tartan Media is going to release it. It will be my Campbell clan logo. It will be just to put things out. Movies, TV shows, whatever. That’s the new shingle.

Diabolique: Is there anything else on the horizon?

BC: Because the book isn’t going through Simon & Schuster, they’ll kind of have to find it where they find it. I’ll tweet about it. It will hopefully be available later this summer through Audible. I am going to do the audio book myself within the next two weeks because I want the e-book and the audiobook to come out at the same time. That way it gives you a choice. I want this to be a summer read.

Diabolique: Any updates on Bruce vs Frankenstein?

BC: With Bruce vs Frankenstein, I talked with Mike Richardson, who is my partner on this and we’re going to start with a graphic novel. So, I am going to adapt the screenplay. We’re going to put that out first so people in the industry can get a better sense of it. Mike has been selling a lot of projects to Netflix and he said that’s kind of the way to go with his material and fantasy stuff so he suggested we do that first. We’ll get a great artist, sell it in comic book form, people can totally see it and as a director, its kind of like doing storyboards. It’s a tremendous amount of extra prep that I can do just by going through it because I actually have to think about pages, panels and descriptions. It’s a format that’s not my normal format. Screenplay format, I can fart, I got that down. This is different with the way it looks on the page so it will be a very interesting translation process.

Diabolique: Are you doing any projects outside of Tartan Media?

BC: There’s this movie, 18 ½. It’s directed by Dan Mirvish. He’s with Slamdance. The story is about the missing minutes of the Nixon tapes and what happened to those minutes. Originally, I got hired to play a character in the movie and I couldn’t do it for a number of reasons and then the guy came back and asked if I would play Nixon.

Diabolique: So, the audience will just hear you?

BC: Yes. Apparently, it’s this 18-minute-long fight scene where you will hear Nixon in the background. Ted Raimi comes into play Alexander Haig and Jon Cryer is playing Haldeman. We did all these sessions over Zoom and we each recorded them separately (saying this in Nixon’s voice) having our conversations. They will put it all together and put it in the background.

Diabolique: Anything new to report on Evil Dead?

BC: The official name is Evil Dead Rise. We’re getting a new draft in. I don’t think anything will happen until 2021. Full bore ahead, we’re very excited about it. A whole, new ballgame. No more cabin in the woods.

#Bruce Campbell #The Cool Side of my Pillow

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* 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 ! i’m super excited to be here ( and actually coming back , but i decided to change my alias because i’m a certified child ) , but if you’ve been here since opening , then you once probably knew me as kris . i prefer she / her or they / them pronouns , i’m 21+ , and reside in the est timezone . nonetheless , i missed six and i decided to come back , but this time with my woman crush everyday , madeleine kim . she’s a spoiled brat and quite literally an asshole , so please bear with me for this lengthy intro !

( rosé . cis female . she / her . twenty four ) omg ! i was walking yonge street downtown , and you’ll never guess who i saw . madeleine kim ! i just saw a post about them on sixsecrets ! i think it said something like ‘ madeleine kim gets in a twitter war with anti - fan , and we’re living for her clapbacks ! ’ . isn’t that wild ? i guess it makes sense though , since they’re apparently contemptuous and loathsome , but i’ve heard they’re also unadulterated and companionable . i mean , it’s not like i know them personally — they’re a famous heiress and youtuber ! you know , i’ve actually heard rumors that redacted , but they’re just rumors ... i think . if you happen to run into them , tell them i’m their biggest fan !

i. statistics .

NAME : madeleine kim .

NICKNAMES : mads + maddy .

AGE + DATE OF BIRTH : 24 + june 19th , 1996 .

ASTROLOGICAL SIGN : gemini , gemini sun + cancer moon .

MYERS - BRIGGS PERSONALITY TYPE : estp .

MORAL ALIGNMENT : neutral evil .

ENNEAGRAM TYPE : the observer .

GENDER + PRONOUNS : cis female + she / her / hers .

PLACE OF BIRTH : ascot , queensland , australia .

PLACE OF RESIDENCE : toronto , ontario , canada + click .

SEXUAL ORIENTATION : bisexual .

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : biromantic .

OCCUPATION : social media influencer , heiress + model .

NATIONALITY : australian .

ETHNICITY : korean .

PINTEREST : click .

ii. biography .

madeleine kim was born to tae - min and min - ji kim during the summer of 1996 in sydney , aus . tae - min had already been growing a fortune as he was one of the top real estate agents within the city of ascot . min - ji was a woman who wanted everything handed to her , and thus , when madeleine was two her parents had gotten a divorce . her mother went off to marry another man , and she hasn’t seen her since she walked out with her louis vuitton suitcases .

for the next five years , tae - min put romance on the back burner as he continued to build his real estate empire . eventually , he left the agency he was working with to open his own , and the agency was an instant success due to previous clients continuously sending their referrals to him . the agency slowly began to incorporate custom builds into their system , adding on to the empire .

for little madeleine , she was the apple of her father’s eye . he was continuously spoiling her and getting her whatever she wanted . if she wanted a princess themed birthday , then she was getting a custom made dress and a little tiara to match . there was never a day where she didn’t get everything that she asked for , and she especially would always clasp her hands together every night and ask to not have a new mommy .

sadly , this was the one time where madeleine didn’t get what she asked for as she was soon introduced to her step - mother , bo - ra jeong , when she was thirteen years old . bo - ra was a nasty woman , a woman who didn’t want children , and believed that children should neither be seen or heard . although madeleine didn’t know her biological mother , she definitely took after her in terms of personality as she continuously bumped heads with her step - mother . there was never a moment where the two weren’t at each other’s throats , and madeleine was especially upset with her father for never taking her side .

thus , madeleine became an angry girl who took all of her frustrations out elsewhere . during her high school years is when madeleine made her youtube channel . originally , it could have been seen as a place where she ranted out her frustrations about her step - mother , but she primarily liked the aspect of doing something creative . for the first year , she transitioned out of ranting lol and into doing things she actually enjoyed . she often talked about clothing , hair , and makeup , but the subscriber count was very slow .

during that time , madeleine was faking being ‘ relatable ’ as it was the most popular way to grow a channel , so she often hid the designer labels in her bedroom and filmed in one of the smaller rooms in their home . thanks to this , her subscriber count began to slow , and she slowly changed back to her actual personality where she began to show off the things she or her father purchased for her .

it was in 2014 when madeleine graduated from high school , and her step - mother pushed for her to move out . madeleine was annoyed by this , but with her channel growing , she knew that she was able to do so . not only that , but she now had access to the money that her father had been saving for years , so madeleine left and decided to make toronto her new home .

as an eighteen year old moving to a new country , madeleine decided that she would document the journey through a series on her channel , which aided in the boost in her follower count . she showed the process of finding an apartment , purchasing furniture and moving in , which led to a lot of chaotic vlogs and people really enjoyed seeing her personality shine through .

madeleine has now been living in toronto for the last six years , and has been gaining subscribers slowly but surely . although she does weekly vlogs , she still does sit down videos for makeup , fashion , and hair .

iii. social media statistics .

YOUTUBE : 23.5m subscribers .

INSTAGRAM : 21m followers .

TWITTER : 9.8m followers .

TIKTOK : 3.2m followers .

iv. temperament .

she’s a bitch and that’s that on that OUYHUYOIU . she’s very blunt and doesn’t find a reason to hold her tongue because how the hell else is she supposed to get what she wants . of course , she’s really easy to get along with but it’s also equally as easy to get on her bad side , so she can turn into an asshole real quick .

madeleine has a HUGE superiority complex , and it’s so ugly ! she doesn’t outright brag because she’s really not that bad , but it’s not unheard of her to make little subtle remarks in reference to the amount of money her family has . to put it simply , madeleine is the mean friend .

she’s a person who likes to challenge almost everything , so she has a habit of coming off as someone who creates chaos just for the sake of it . she’s definitely not a stone cold bitch by any means , but depending on certain situations she can sometimes lack sympathy / compassion and will straight up tell someone to ‘ get over it ’ . she might not be the one to start arguments , but she will finish them .

v. headcanons .

she is never without her vlogging camera ! she always has extra batteries in her purse just in case , so she’s ready to whip out her camera whenever the moment calls for one .

madeleine is a pot stirrer and she wears that badge with pride . do NOT tell her a secret because she is not one to be trusted with such information . she will spill the beans , tote the news to her friends ( especially if she doesn’t like you ) , and be hella shady . she will literally spill your tea and own the fact that she did .

her hair is canon to rosé’s as she was a strawberry blonde for a very long time before dying it with a silver tone with blue highlights . has a habit of always touching her hair and forever has a scrunchie in her bag because she can’t live without them .

the spare bedroom of her apartment is reserved for filming , so she set up ‘ stations ’ where one side is made for doing makeup videos , another is used for fashion / standing videos , and the back wall is where she films sit down videos . she mostly loves making vlogs , though , and she does weekly videos .

madeleine is calm chaos , which is the best way to explain her . she doesn’t hold her tongue ( per her headline ) , and she doesn’t really hold her tongue either . very much has twitter fingers but she backs it up .

vi. wanted connections .

my favorite part aka plots ! i find rich kids rps having room for plenty of stuff , so if none of this works or if there’s something else you want to do , please let me know ! all of these plots are open to female , male , and non - binary pals , so if something interests you as well please yell at me about it because i love yelling about plots NJFBHDBSJHDS .

give me an ex - girlfriend or give me death ! i’m thinking about something that was cute and soft , someone who appeared in her vlogs a lot and someone who her subscribers absolutely adored ! i’m thinking that they broke up on relatively mutual / good terms , so they’ve become good friends since their break up !

due to her personality , i wouldn’t be surprised if madeleine found herself in a toxic relationship . lots of back and forth , lots of arguments that ended in them quite literally kissing and making up , but give me something i’ll dream about KNFDBSIFDS .

i don’t really have a label for this one , but something that was highly disapproved by their friends / inner circle ? this would require a little more plotting just to get dynamics down , but i’m just picturing something where when they made it official their friends were like ‘ why would you date them ? ’ so there was probably a lot of moments where they felt like it was them against the world but i think it could be an interesting dynamic to write !

the way that madeleine has enemies is sickening ! i’m looking for something where they genuinely hate one another and there’s no chance of them EVER becoming friends . i have no clue as to why they wouldn’t be friends , but i want is please .

some collaborators ! people who show up on her igtv reels every so often or even in her youtube videos ( in videos like ‘ what my friend wears to fashion week ’ or even general vlogs ) , and they go on little adventures with one another ! i just think it could be something cute and fun !

#sixhqintro #the way that this took me HOURS to write ... i am ashamed #but it's 3am so i'll be on to plot tmrw after a teams meeting :/

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Jona’s 5 Worst Dramas of 2019

A couple words about this list. I’m making this for fun. If a drama you love ended up on this list, it doesn’t mean that I hate you or I think you’re stupid or have terrible taste. But these are dramas that inspired strong negative reactions in me for one reason or another, whether that be disappointment, rage or disgust.

I’ve only included dramas that finished airing in 2019 in my selection process. If you have some dramas that hated, feel free to share them in the replies or send me an ask. It’s fun to complain about things for some reason.

Also, I have included major SPOILERS in a couple of these. So read at your own peril.

Dishonorable Mention: Melting Me Softly

I sincerely tried to limit myself to only dramas that I--for whatever misguided reasons--finished in their entirety for this list. Mainly because I don’t think it’s fair to brand something as the “worst” of anything without actually giving the thing a fair shake. That’s the only reason Melting Me Softly��isn’t higher on this list. But I felt that it wasn’t right to leave it off entirely, if for no other reason then out of respect for the fallen Ji Chang Wook stans out there who lost their lives trying to make it through this trash fire. Somebody needs to stand up for those brave soldiers, out their gifing trash dramas while people like me are safe and sound on our couches, watching the tag like it’s a train wreck.

I made it through only two episodes of this drama, and despite my goodwill toward the majority of the cast, they were two of the most bafflingly bad hours of television that I forced myself to sit through this year. From what I could tell while side-eyeing the drama on tumblr and twitter it didn’t improve much over the course of the run. There were a couple steamy kisses that I enjoyed in clip form, but I don’t think it would have been worth the brain cells lost to sit through any more than that.

Bottom Line: Painfully unfunny, overwhelmingly expositional with no character development, confusing pacing and sloppy editing. Two episodes was two too many.

5. When the Devil Calls Your Name

It pains me to put this on the list because it was just last year that a Jung Kyung Ho, Park Sung Woong collaboration (Life on Mars) ended up in my top 5. And giving credit where it’s due, the two male leads seem to have a great deal of fun working together and I believe that all the actors gave this drama everything they could and sincerely tried to make it work. That’s one of the things I like about Jung Kyung Ho, he picks unique, risky projects that either pay off in a big way or fall flat on their faces (like the amateurishly written and edited Missing 9) Unfortunately, this script just too messy and too bizarre to work. Ha Rip as has a deeply frustrating character arc. He’s such a self-centered jerk for the vast majority of the drama, which is fine for a Faust type story if it’s written with conviction, but every time you think he’s started to turn a corner or grown as a person he reverts back to his old ways. The writing and tone are whiplash inducing. Plus the vague “soul mates” relationship between Ha Rip and Kim Yi Kyung seemed to want to have it both ways, flipping between implied romantic potential and a father/daughter dynamic, which made me quite uncomfortable.

Bottom Line: This drama’s bizarre mythology and world building barely makes any sense at all, but at least they’re easier to follow than the character development. Attempted something unique, but couldn’t pull it off. The OST is super dope though.

4. Love in Sadness

When I watched the first teasers I got the distinct impression that this wasn’t going to be a good drama, or at best it was going to be a guilty pleasure, but at the time when I started it I was hungry for a melo and there wasn’t much airing to hold my attention so I started it on impulse. I think in this case I got what I deserved for continuing to watch something I didn’t think was very good.

The first few episodes were actually pretty gripping and intriguingly dark, but that petered of quickly and the drama became and infuriating wheel spinning exercise with barely any perceptible plot development from episode to episode. The protagonists in this are all so stupid that in the final few episodes the female lead gets kidnapped not once, but multiple times because she keeps meeting her unstable husband alone. Plus nobody in this drama seems to know how to call the police when a madman is waving around a gun. It probably wouldn’t have made me so very mad except that in the last few episodes the writer became unaccountably preoccupied with how sad the psychotic, wife-beating husband’s family life was and how lonely and pathetic his life was when he wasn’t allowed to stalk, assault, and psychologically terrorize his wife. Seriously, in the last leg of the drama the villain is the only character who gets any character development at all. The drama pulls out all the stops to try to make use feel sorry for him. It’s disgusting.

Bottom Line: When a drama about a woman trying to escape domestic violence becomes completely preoccupied with painting the abuser as tragically misunderstood, you’ve got some serious problems.

3. The Lies Within

If it wasn't for the last two episodes this drama would not be on this list, but that isn't because it was in any way an exceptional drama, or that it otherwise would have ended up on my best list. Without the last two episodes The Lies Within is a merely adequate thriller, somewhat heightened by the brutal nature of the premise. I picked this show up largely to fill the void that was left by WATCHER and it was more or less successful, plus it helped that I liked the cast. However even at the beginning this drama I felt like it had some pretty glaring tone problems. There were parts of the drama that were standard OCN dark and gritty thriller, and there were other parts that felt like a campy police sitcom. The humor, when it does crop up in this drama always feels super out of place. But then that last big twist happened and man...I can't remember the last time a drama made me that angry or cratered quite so hard with a twist.

[And this is where I spoil the HELL out of this drama...]

Before this drama decided to go all M. Night Shyamalan in it’s last two episodes, there seemed to be at least one, if not two really reasonable candidates for the kidnapper. Actually all the ground work they’d done up to that point would seem to have pointed to Young Min and if he had turned out to be the perpetrator, I would have completely bought it. Instead they decided to blow everyone’s mind by making the kidnapped husband complicit in his own kidnapping and dismemberment. Which might seem like a shocking twist until you think about it for even half a second.

What it winds up doing on a narrative level it makes everything the characters have done to investigate this series of crimes up to this point feel pointless, resulting in a huge anticlimax. It makes the ambiguous figure of Seo Hui’s husband not only hopelessly stupid, but also cruel and unsympathetic. Because he thought somehow simply sharing the information with her would put her in more danger than threatening and psychologically terrorizing her into investigating the very people he was theoretically trying to protect her from. The explanation that he was already terminally ill doesn’t to anything to mitigate the stupidity of his plan for me. Seriously, you couldn’t think of any solution aside from cutting bits off yourself and sending them to your wife in the mail? I could rant about this ending at length, but I’m going to try to stop here.

Bottom Line: As far as I’m concerned, if you choose to sacrifice the emotional and narrative coherence of your story for a cheap and dirty twist to surprise the audience, you deserve every ranty review you get.

2. Love Affairs in the Afternoon

I’m really not sure what possessed me to watch this drama to begin with. That I continued to watch it is on me. The fact that I watched it despite hating the shallow characters, the thin story and the abortive message at the core of the drama is simply a lapse of judgement for which I shouldn’t be forgiven. Why did I do it despite not having a single nice thing to say about this show? Well, there are two reasons. I was curious to see if they would do anything compelling with one or two of the characters, (specifically the serial adulteress housewife an the broody artist) and I was surreptitiously watching this drama at work and it was really easy to follow the plot while only actually keeping my eyes on the screen about half the time. I watched the last episode before the subs were available and had no trouble understanding what was going. Which could be a sign that my Korean is improving, but is more likely a sign that the writing was so predictable and simplistic that you could follow it if you didn’t speak the language at all.

[Spoilers beyond this point.]

It’s my understanding that in the Jdrama that this is based on all of the characters basically wreck their lives and end up miserable, pointing toward the emptiness of the lives of these people who try to find fulfillment through extra-marital affairs. If that’s how this drama had ended, I still wouldn’t have enjoyed the execution but I could have respected the intent. But in this watered down Kdrama-fied version all the couples’ issues are resolved in the whitewash of a last episode time skip that makes the suffering and bullshit that led up to it feel completely pointless.

Bottom Line: Maybe this level of trashy, uninspired tripe would be somewhat justified if the chemistry between the leads had been better, but somehow they even managed to screw that up. The leads are just bad, vacuous people, a fact which is rendered all the more unforgivable by them being utterly bland. Everybody needed to divorce, nobody deserved to end up happy. Please be wiser than me and avoid this one.

1. Memories of the Alhambra

Initially, I was on the fence about even producing a “Worst List” this year, because in the past few years I’ve tried to be better about dropping dramas the moment they start to disappoint me, rather than hanging on to them and winding up burning myself out. I wasn’t sure if I’d have enough material to write this list, or at least not enough material to make it worth reading. Then I remembered that Memories of the Alhambra finished airing in January of this year (2019 was impossibly long, wasn’t it?) and I thought, “Aha, I can make this work.” I knew at once this drama was going to be the shitty tinfoil star atop my Christmas tree of suck.

I’ve already written a full review of this drama, where I got about as mean as I felt I could reasonably be. You can go read that if you like, I’m not going to retread all my many complaints here. What I will say is that Memories of the Alhambra took my mixed-to-favorable opinion of the writer, Song Jae Jung, and turned it to a negative one. She’s someone who clearly has a lot of interesting high concept ideas, but the execution is just not there. You can hook an audience with a concept, but you have to keep them with craft and structure.

Maybe the industry can be blamed for that. Maybe she just has a hard time ending her stories, or maybe writing on a deadline doesn’t agree with her. Whatever the reason, I can no longer trust her to deliver a satisfying story. And that’s deeply saddening to me, because Queen In Hyun’s Man is in my top 10 favorite dramas.

To be front-to-back terrible is one thing. The joke’s at least half on me for bothering. But to have potential, to have an interesting hook, a budget, a cast, but then to be either unwilling or unable to live up to that potential feels like a con. That’s how I felt about his drama, like I had been willfully deceived by special effects and flashy editing, all orchestrated to disguise a narratively bankrupt, unsatisfying drama.

Bottom Line: Is Memories of the Alhambra objectively the worst drama on this list? No, it’s not. Is it the most disappointing? Absolutely, it is. And that’s the more heinous crime, in my opinion. And that’s why it’s my worst drama of 2019.

#kdrama reviews #worst list #kdramas 2019 #jona spoils #exit review

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bow-woahh · 4 years

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Heal me after hurting (1/3)

Summary:

A million feelings she’s been fighting off for months threaten to overwhelm her: feelings of deep and utter care; of complete adoration; feelings of hot and harsh hatred; of absolute disdain; and abandonment, definitely abandonment; to confusion, anxiety, all bubbling as she tries to calm herself down; eyes closed, chanting the mantra:

you are in control, you are stronger now. ___

Catra gets sick and someone unexpected turns up to help.

Relationship: Adora/Catra

Words: 10, 962 Notes:

Hey, been working on this for a lil while, this was supposed to be a one shot but I’m incapable of writing things which are short so enjoy the first chapter! I would of posted it on here too, but it’s 10k words and I can’t even format it right on here, so apologies (Tbh it’s tumblr what did I expect?) TW - Drug use, depictions of mental illness, some violence (it’s not very graphic)

Preview below, Read on Ao3

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Chapter 1 Preview: Sick of seeing your face

Catra knows she didn't sleep much last night. Most of it was spent coughing out her guts. She remembers that. She remembers messaging Scorpia. She remembers Scorpia saying she'd send some stuff over. She remembers music playing in the background, soft, peaceful, a stark contrast to her hacking her intestines alongside that thick phlegm up.

That's about all.

Mouth, throat and lips dry, she takes a sip from the water bottle on her nightstand and cringes so hard her eyes squeeze shut as the water feels like it's going down her throat the same way nails drag across a chalkboard — it shouldn't. And it hurts.

Internally groaning, because she figures it would hurt to do that aloud, she curses her immune system for not allowing this to fade overnight. Instead, it's gotten worse. College students don't have time to be sick, but here she is: dark circles under her eyes, a second or so away from what might as well be death, because she hates, hates being sick with all her heart. Not even all the shitty Netflix shows in the world are enough to make this better. Catra can't afford to miss school, so she checks the time, hopeful.

Only seven. She can make it. Then, she realises that's a terrible idea, because she doesn't need to bring the plague with her to class, nor does she want to. Being ill in school sucks. So the decision is already fated by the stars. Bed ridden.

However, the last thing she wants is to be stuck in her room all day. It feels too claustrophobic when she’s like this, like solitary confinement. And it doesn't have a TV with Netflix therefore, living room it is.

As she trudges over to the sofa, phone, book (which she’s never going to read), and box of tissue in hand, she finally realises...she isn't the only one home.

What?

Scorpia is away, with Entrapta and...no one else comes to her house. The only person with the house pin is—

"Catra? Are you awake?"

When Scorpia said that she'd deliver a few things over, she didn't think—

It's her. Standing in her kitchen, holding a carton of eggs, is Adora.

you are in control, you are stronger now.

Adora, who broke up with her. Adora, who she has barely spoken to in months. Adora, who back then had looked at her with so much hate— no, disappointment that it was all Catra needed to be shattered in two. Adora, who did all these things and was everything, is now standing in her apartment.

Just like before, but only entirely different.

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End Authors Note:

Hello! Long time no see! Not really, but this past month has been really busy because schools been a bitch and it’s not gonna stop being one anytime soon. After this fic, I really want to work on a multichapter which is on a larger scale, though with the pressure of school not stopping anytime soon, it’ll be a bit difficult. Nevertheless, alongside that I’ll still be answering the occasional tumblr prompts I get.

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my fic! Originally, I started writing this when I got sick because,, #relatable I guess and I didn’t have much of a plot for it until I thought of the whole “omg they are exes” thing. Me being me however, couldn’t leave it there, as I didn’t want them to just be awkward exes or something fairly cliche like that, I wanted to play with the idea of this odd dynamic where the breakup they went through was not entirely one persons fault, but how they failed to work as a unit to the point they reached an *extreme* breaking point. If you can’t tell, there’s a lot a little details I’ve put into this too, I suppose to further enhance things lol.

Plus, despite not knowing what actually happened between them until the end of the chapter (which still leaves out a lot of the build up to that point but otherwise we’d be her all day) I wanted them to have this dynamic where you could tell that what happened was more than meets the eye. Additionally, this fic deals with quite heavy themes, one being mental illness which I did my best to portray with Catra. Hopefully I depicted it right and the implications I made made it clear that this is something she has and still does struggle with. And having Adora back around her could very easily pull her back into a place similar to where she was before, but throughout this chapter she wrestles with that fact and the fact they’ve both changed and therefore things have changed. And I hope I didn’t in anyway romanticise that last part, because Catra’s actions (while explainable) aren’t right and she realises this (hence why she pushed down thinking about it all) and it will be addressed. Also...guess who her therapist is and I’ll post the next chapter early (actually –)

Okay I could rant about my own fic for a very long time, but I’ll stop there. Hopefully I’ll have the next chapter out in a week or since it’s already written so it’s a possibility, and if that’s the case I’ll see you then!

(Also talk to me on Twitter @ BowWoahh)

#catradora #catradora fics #spop fics #shera fics #spop fic #micahs writing #micahs fics #spop #catra spop #adora spop #modern au #im sorry if that hurted #like that ending tho

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fuck-miniladd · 5 years

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This post is a few days late since I already wrote it out but then lost all of it and I didn’t really feel like writing the entire essay again, but I feel obligated as someone who has a “Mini Ladd” hate blog, so here it is.

Three days ago, some drama went down in the BBS fandom, primaliry between MiniLadd AKA Craig and TheGamingTerroriser AKA Brian. What I’m going to do in the post is present all the posts and explain in depth why Craig is the worst.

It all started when Craig tweeted this:

Before I start saying anything, let’s just make it clear that there was no reason to “clear” any air at all. The rumor Craig mentioned hasn’t been something that people were spreading a lot or even mentioning to be honest. As someone who went out of their way to try to find information about why Craig left, I feel it’s safe to say that not many people blamed anyone for anything and that it wasn’t even on anyones mind. It’s old news. No one really even cared about it anymore. He randomly brought up old drama for seemingly no reason at all. Moving on, there’s a lot to unpack in this tweet so I’ll be dividing the note he sent into bits and explain my point of view of things with the help of Brian’s side (which he tweeted later). You can find Brian’s full response here. It’s important you read this before coming to any conclusions, I will be using information from it (but I will also explain it so no need to read it before reading this).

So let’s take a look at Craig’s firs tweet, here is how it starts off:

This first line alone already sits uncomfortably and seems to have an ulterior motive. As I said before, it’s something really random to even bring up. Other than that, the way he phrased the rumor, “I hate everyone I used to play with”, frames it in a way where this story only has one side. If the rumor is only that Craig hates other people, all he has to do is explain/prove that he doesn’t hate them. This leaves no place for any other point of views. This would be fine if that’s all there was to this, and if he didn’t blame Brian for everything. The rumor is more “MiniLadd isn’t friends with some of the members of the group anymore” and less “MiniLadd hates them”, which seems like a minor difference, but in reality, it both manages to eliminate other peoples’ point of view and paint himself as the victim. Also notice how he says “everyone I used to play with” and not “the old group” or something along those lines, which if you know Craig well, you know he’s always had an issue with calling the group “a group”, mostly because he felt like he was under Vanoss AKA Evan’s shadow (you can search MiniLadd’s twitter for key words “Vanoss” or “group” and you’ll see tweets regarding this point) which is just another shitty personality trait he has.

Now Craig begins explaining himself, and holy shit do I have things to say about this:

Craig claims that the main clash is between himself and Brian (true) and that it happened over a year ago at E3 when Brian made fun of Craig by saying, and here’s a “near quote”: “it’s so sad you’re too fucked up to take a joke anymore”. Of course that if this was true, then Craig has every right to not want to talk to Brian anymore, but since I’ve been following both of them for a while now, I can say that this doesn’t sound accurate or like Brian at all. Brian also retweeted Craig’s tweet and said that the quote he put is “pure slander” and that he’d never make fun of anyone’s mental health.

Of course, up to here we have no way of really knowing the truth, but if you read Brian’s point of view, things start to make more sense. Let’s start with the fact that this is exactly around the time Brian’s dad passed away. This information isn’t hidden and you can see the dates add up by checking when E3 was and by checking Brian’s old twitter posts where he talks about it. Now I find it extremley hard to believe Brian said what Craig claims he said in the first place, but if you add the fact that Brian himself wasn’t in his best mental state, it makes even less sense for him to make a comment like that. Why would someone who he himself is having a hard time mentally and knows how it feels make fun of someone else at the same time? Brian also explains the whole story (from his point of view) which seems to make sense and explain a lot. I will try to present Brian’s story shortly right now.

According to Brian, he bumped into Craig at at the E3 Monstercat party. After the party, he took an Uber with Craig and Wildcat AKA Tyler to someone’s house. In the Uber, Tyler made some joke about Craig’s ferrari (yes he owns a ferrari... and you want it say he isn’t a dick?) to which Brian joined, because you know, friends make fun of each other all the time. Fast forward, they reach their destination. Brian says that a lot of people needed to use the bathroom, so he made a joke saying he’ll pee in the pool and pulled down his pants and pretended to pee in it. So far sounds a lot like how I’d expect an after party of a bunch of 20 somethings to go. Brian says that later, Craig went up to his girlfriend who was alone in her room, and when he came back down he made it seem that Brian and his girlfriend (Lanai) were unwelcome, so they left. Brian claims that he believed everything was fine and maybe he just misinterpeted what was going on. Moving on to the next day, apparently the group wanted to have a dinner together becuase they rarely all meet up together. Craig took it upon himself to make the reservation, where he invited everyone but Brian and his girlfriend. Brian only found out about the dinner three hours before when BasicallyIDoWrk AKA Marcel found out that he wasn’t invited and brought it to his attention. When Marcel asked Craig why he left Brian out, Craig said he’d tell him over dinner (which confirms that he did it on purpose and didn’t have any intent on adding him). During dinner, Craig explained that the night before Brian was making everything awkward for everyone else with the Ferrai joke and pool joke specifically. After dinner, Brian and his girlfriend went to a party that all his friends attended, including Mini. In the party, Mini approached him with a half-hearted “Hi”, which upset Brian because it made it clear to him Craig wasn’t aware of how upset Brian was over the way Mini handled things up to this point. Brian explained to Mini that if he did anything that upset him, he should’ve just told him and he would’ve stopped and even apologized. Brian had no way of really knowing that his jokes made Craig feel awkward or uncomfortable, and since they’re friends, he’d expect Craig to tell him that. Since they’re friends, again, not inviting him to a dinner with all his friends that happens maybe every 4 years instead of just talking about it normally was just extremely immature, selfish and straight up cruel (my words, not Brian’s). Craig interjected with “I have so much in my mind right now” to which Brian replied with “We all have things going on in our life”. (Get ready for this next part because it literally shook me) then, Craig said “but Brian, my dog just died” to which Brian replied with “Craig, my dad just died but that doesn’t give me the right to take my frustrations out on everyone else because of my own personal grievances and use that as a reasonable excuse for my actions. I can’t tell what’s going on in your brain, no one can. Unless you tell me about your personal issues, how can I tell that you’re sensitive to jokes we are making that we think are all in good fun but unaware to me, it’s upsetting you? You can’t hold that against me as if I am attacking you and being a dick on purpose because I don’t lnow what’s going on inside your brain.” Let’s make it clear that I don’t believe this is exactly what was said, but I do believe this is much closer to the truth than “it’s so sad you’re too fucked up to take a joke anymore”. It’s a realisitic response to a realistic story that’s backed up by facts we can easily check. I would also like to add the fact Brian mentioned specifically Tyler and especially Marcel in the story. Marcel’s role in Brian’s story is crucial, and I doubt Brian would lie that he was part of it. If that part of the story didn’t happen, Marcel can just call Brian out for it (I don’t expect him to join in on the drama, but if something like that didn’t really happen I’d expect at least Mini to call it out and ask Marcel for back up). It’s also important to note that Marcel is still playing a lot with Brian and seems to still be good friends with him, while he doesn’t seem to really be in contact with Mini and Mini also didn’t mention him in his dumb rant about how he still has friends (more on that later), which leads me to the solid conclusion that if he were to take a side, it would be Brian’s, and that what Brian said was true. Moving on, Brian said he ended the conversation and not Mini like he claimed he did. This one point is something that I won’t say much about because it doesn’t really have much importance to the story overall, but I would like to say that Craig saying he is the one who stopped the conversation because he “couldn’t take this”, wether it’s true or not (it’s not), is another way he paints himself as the victim and righteous one. Craig then says he told Brian if he wants to apologize to him he can come to him. Brian says that Craig passed this message onto him through Marcel, which again adding Marcel into the mix makes Brian’s story more believable. That last line was also used by Craig to make himself seem like a good guy. Then Craig says he reached out to Brian when he was at Tyler’s house to which Brian didn’t reply. Brian explained he chose to ignore it because it didn’t feel sincere, which it probably wasn’t: Tyler and everyone else who was at Tyler’s probably encouraged Craig to send Brian a message because they obviously don’t want their friends in a feud. After reading Brian’s post, things seem to make more sense. Brian’s side is more believable in every single possible way, so by now I’m convinced that that’s almost exactly what happened.

Finally I can move on to the next paragraph Craig wrote:

He says Brian has made it seem like Craig hates everyone on his streams. Are you serious Craig? Brian replied to this claim with video proof (notice it’s not in chronological order. If anyone has any questions about this point DM me) of what really happened. I already made a seperate post (linked later) about this, but to summarise it shortly, Craig brought the subject up in one of his streams first in a rude way that was pretty insulting to the group (he also made it seem himself that he wasn’t really their friend anymore by saying “they still play Gmod?”. A friend would know something like that...). There’s a lot more to say about that video but as I already said I already made a post about that so you can go check that out. Anyways, after this happend, Brian commented on the feud in one of his livestreams because the chat kept spamming about it. Brian only mentioned the things Craig mentioned, so it’s obvious he didn’t even want to talk about it and he only did because Craig already “revealed” some information about it. Now Craig talks about how he still meets up with some of the guys which is boring and dumb. He also mentions Evan and says they’re good friends which is funny considering this post and how he was always, and probably still is, extremley jealous of Evan (check Craig’s twitter for “Vanoss” or “group”).

The next paragraph is the continuation of the previous one:

Ok ya you still have friends whatever. Then he blames Brian again that he spread the rumor by saying Mini “ditched everyone”. If you look at the streams Brian (and I) linked you can see exactly what was said, and that if anyone started a rumor it was Mini himself. Then he once again pretends to be the good guy in this whole scenario by wishing Brian all the best and what not.

Now comes my favorite part:

Craig says he wanted to let the world know, which is just hilarious because he later claims he wanted it to be private but couldn’t because Brian wasn’t answering, so he completly contardicted himself in the span of an hour or two (also known as lying, in this case, to look good). To make this even better, he only said he wanted it to be private when Nogla AKA David mentioned it here:

For context, this is what Craig commented on Brian’s post (as in Brian’s retweet of Craig’s first tweet. It’s the fourth screenshot I shared). Also here’s Brian’s reply to it because it’s solid:

Going back to David’s reply, Craig replied to him by saying that Brian’s side of the story is on Youtube while his isn’t anywhere. David then asked Craig to send a link as proof. I personally tried to look for any video presenting Brian’s side and surprise surprise, found nothing at all, which is really funny considering the fact Craig claims there are “a lot of vidoes floating around of his (Brian’s) side of the story”:

Later, Craig tweeted another dumb tweet that paints himself as the victim, to which David replied with: "Why didn’t you reply to my tweet to you?” (I can’t add anymore images. If anyone is interested of seeing screenshots of the rest, DM me)

(Regarding the tweet where he asked for video proof). Craig hasn’t answered yet, and doesn’t seem like he’s planning on answering him, which I get because he straight up lied and doesn’t have any proof to back up what he said.

We finally reached Craig’s last tweet: “The last thing i’m going to tweet on this. Dont pick sides. Dont sent hate anyones way, this is not the intent. The intent was to clear the air after a lot of peoples suspicions and after things were said about me. Let’s all move on together. Much love <3″

At least the first sentence here isn’t a lie! That’s a first for Mini! Other than that, it’s very interesting how he tells people not to pick sides after what he said about Brian. If you only read Mini’s side, it really seems like Brian is a complete ass who honestly doesn’t deserve the benefit of the doubt. He just knows Brian will reply to him, so he’s already defending himself and ending the discussion before Brian gets a chance. He once again manages to erase Brian’s point of view before he even gets a chance to say it by telling people not to pick sides. If there are no sides to be picked, there is no reason to read the other side. He then once again pretends to be an angel by saying there’s no need to send hate, explaining this was just to put a rumor to rest (even though there was really no need to do that Craig) and asking everyone to move on... from something that no one really even cared about until he brought it up. A final point to conclude all of Mini’s tweets is how much his version of the story victimizes himself and makes Brian seem really evil. It’s true that if you only read Brian’s side you’re more likely to be on Brian’s side, but Brian’s is much more objective than Mini’s. Brian truly tells it how it is, and honeslty, until Craig doesn’t invite him to the dinner, you also feel for Craig in Brian’s story.

A couple hours later, Brian tweets this: Sorry for the drama today guys. This isn’t fair on you and that’s why I wanted this to stay private <3″

To me this seems pretty genuine since all he says is that he wanted this “feud” to stay private, which is backed up by the fact that, ya know, he never mentioned it until Mini did (even before with the streams). Also notice how Brian spells correctly and Mini doesn’t lol. The next day, Brian finally tweets his reply which in comparison to Craig’s is detailed, realisitic, has proof, is well worded, didn’t come out of nowhere just to start drama, and is just genuine in every single way (link in the beginning).

So in conclusion, I think the entire twitter thread was made for me because it just showed all of Craig’s ugly sides: selfish, immature, idiot, heartless, shit friend, shit person, irrational, crybaby and self-centered. If you weren’t sure if you like Craig or not, this thread should easily sway you to the “fuck MiniLadd” side. I hope no one sends Brian any sort of hate because of the lies Craig wrote. I’m happy for him he ended his relationship with such a toxic friend and hope the rest of the crew see it soon too.

#MiniLadd #terroriser #the gaming terroriser #craig thompson #bbs #vanoss #vanossgaming #wildcat #iamwildcat #basicallyidowrk #nogla #daithi de nogla #fuck mini aye

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