#happy birthday brad <3 i never met you but i feel like we would have been perfect !

[bbbrianjones]

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in honour of it being this guy’s birthday - here’s a fan cam of brad robinson from australian crawl to that slowed down remix of gimme! gimme! gimme! by abba i made when i was drunk last weekend

[jerakeenc]

It Was You, My Shine Light by old_enough_to_know_better

ATEEZ, K-Pop | Jeong Yunho/Song Mingi | Teen | 11,304 words

The world was grey, shades ranging from brightest white to darkest black. Everything was drab and dreary, until you met your soulmate. At least, that was how it was supposed to work. Mingi's always been able to see in color. How will he ever find his soulmate when he never knows when he'll meet them?

The Family You Choose by TunaFishChris

Avatar: The Last Airbender | Gen | The Gaang & Zuko | Teen | 36,049 words

Some people are born with soulmarks. Zuko has them, but his grandfather burned them off because they "make you weak." Team Avatar has a few things to say about that.

Louder Than Words by TheMarkOfEyghon

Buffy the Vampire Slayer | Ripper Giles/Randall | Mature | 36,740 words

In a world where everyone is born with their soulmate's first words to them marked on their arm, Rupert "Ripper" Giles is born with no words at all. Terrified at the prospect of growing up into a life without love, he becomes jaded and embittered, diving headfirst into loveless one-night stands and casual affairs. And then he meets Randall Evans. A non-verbal boy with a bright smile and even brighter eyes and his entire world is sent into a tailspin.

two halves of a soul by angel_deux

Game of Thrones | Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth | Teen | 42,773 words

Brienne really does think it's a coincidence that Cersei Lannister starts being extra cruel to her after catching sight of Brienne's soulmark at a slumber party. It's not.

Après moi le deluge by beyond_belief

Generation Kill | Brad Colbert/Nate Fick | Teen | 15,054 words

"That," he says, "is how you know it was close." - Sebastian Junger, War

The Fault in My Code by LiaS0

Hannibal | Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter | Mature | 90,434 words

Soulmate AU: Soulmates find their other half when they look into their eyes. After the next time they sleep, they wake with one eye the color of their intended. Will Graham avoids eyes. He's never wanted a soulmate, never wanted to be told by the universe who he was supposed to feel a connection to. He already struggles enough with connections, thank you very much. As a psychiatrist, he works with soulmates who have lost their other half through various means, part of a social system that regards the journey to your soulmate as the most important thing a person can do. Coerced by Jack Crawford to consult on a case where the assailant is targeting soulmates, Will finds himself turning to the notorious Dr. Lecter to gain insight on how he's choosing the soulmates to target. Things go horribly awry when he looks into Hannibal's eyes, though. The next morning, he wakes up with one eye blue, the other maroon. He's never wanted a soulmate, least of all one behind bars for murdering dozens of people and eating them. Hannibal thinks it's delightful -it's been dreadfully boring since he was locked up. Romance, thriller, mayhem, mystery, soulmate au with a realistic twist, and a grumpy Will Graham

Written on the Heart by who_la_hoop

Harry Potter | Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter | Explicit | 113,984 words

Harry doesn’t mind that so many Slytherins from his year have returned to finish their NEWTs, really he doesn’t. It’s just – do they have to be so friendly? He’s not prejudiced, really he’s not. It’s just – they’ve got to be up to something, right? Unnerved by the attention he’s attracting from everyone – the Slytherins are the least of it, to be fair – and struggling with a raft of changes to Hogwarts itself, Harry wishes he could be happy that one constant remains: Draco Malfoy really fucking hates him. When he’s hit by an illegal love-spell though, Harry finds he has more to worry about than whether or not Blaise Zabini actually wants to be his friend. For if everyone affected has been blessed – or cursed, by the look on Malfoy’s face – with a magical tattoo revealing the name of their soulmate, what does it mean that Harry’s skin remains completely bare?

Meadow of Ink by esama

Hikaru no Go | Gen | Shindou Hikaru | General Audiences | 933 words

It's the ones that matter who leave a mark.

Fastening One Heart to Every Falling Thing by thefourthvine

Hockey RPF | Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin | Explicit | 51,519 words

Geno can't. Sidney won't.

my heart is gold (but my hands are cold) by Rock_n_Fuckin_Roll

Karate Kid | Daniel LaRusso/Johnny Lawrence | Teen | 12,674 words

“No, please, don't, stop!” Those were the words that haunted Johnny Lawrence. One's that followed him day and night, ones that he looked at late at night in the darkness, when no one else was there, and traced them, thinking that they were the rightful punishment he got. That the first time he met his soulmate, they would scream for him to stop. To stay away. It was the punishment for Johnny Lawrence.

Nobody Lost, Nobody Found by ClaraxBarton

Marvel Cinematic Universe | James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton | Explicit | 108,331 words

"Look, dude, I get it. You’re fucked-up. HYDRA fucked you up. I’ve been there. But you’re my fucking Soul Mate!" “I can kill you. I could kill you without even realizing what I was doing. I’m not fucked-up, I’m a monster. I’m a nightmare. You can’t be here. You can’t- All the people I’ve killed- I will not murder my Soul Mate too. Not after everything else I’ve-” Clint worked his left hand between their bodies and managed to land a punch to the man’s right side, forcing him to shift his weight, and Clint brought his right hand down on the place where the man’s metal arm met his torso - hidden by the shirt he wore, but on full display in the video Clint had watched. The man released Clint with a grunt of pain, and Clint pressed his advantage, landing another punch to his abdomen, backing him up against the opposite side of the RV and then pressing the kitchen knife he had pocketed while cleaning up earlier to the man’s throat. “Like I said, I’m not a Boy Scout. I’m plenty dangerous myself. We clear on that?”

The Mark for Everyone's Souls by siderealOtaku

Persona 3 | Arisato Minato/Mochizuki Ryoji | Teen | 2,330 words

Minato Arisato's body is covered in marks. His mother called him blessed, until she saw the pitch-black skull on his left hip. "Death!" she screamed. "He is Death's soulmate!"

An Ever-Fixed Mark by AMarguerite

Pride and Prejudice | Elizabeth Bennet/Fitzwilliam Darcy | Teen | 190,537 words

One would think that having the name of one's soulmate appear on one's wrist on one's sixteenth birthday would make matrimony much less complicated. It mostly does not. And not at all for Miss Elizabeth Bennet of Longbourne.

Pair Bond by Kass

Stargate Atlantis | Rodney McKay/John Sheppard | Explicit | 5,734 words

"I'm sorry," the librarian said. His voice sounded genuinely regretful. "But I can't possibly grant access to a lone electron."

your favorite old-fashioned fairytale romance by sinead

White Collar | Elizabeth Burke/Peter Burke/Neal Caffrey | Explicit | 12,442 words

Such a small touch, that whisper of skin against skin.

can you help me unravel my latest mistake by suzukiblu

The Witcher | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Explicit | 17,099 words

“It’s just a soulmark,” Geralt says, fist tightening. He feels like Jaskier’s about to get up and leave and he’ll never see him again, and he . . . “It doesn’t mean anything.”

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[bisluthq]

It’s your kaylor historian here who still can’t remember my log in details to my KH account 🤦‍♀️ (so please make sure this anon just in case it isn’t... I fear them 👀)

Karlie’s tea post before masters heist:

Ok so I can’t remember who posted first and don’t feel like looking, but taylor posted a selfie and captioned it “Friday calmness” and we (kaylor fandom) had been speculating taylor was going to come out as bi on the last day of June / 🌈pride month🌈 since she’d been doing so much stuff that could be seen (and was) as queer coded. We celebrated the “Friday calmness” thinking it was like a ‘calm before the storm’ with the storm being her coming out.

I think Karlie posted after taylor, but am not 100% sure. Karlie posted a selfie with a cup with a caption like “what’s the tea” and the fandom, thinking they were still together, collectively lost our shit. It looked to us like Karlie was playing off Taylor’s post. (I’ll admit, I didn’t think kaylor were still together, but that weekend I was thinking ‘I can’t believe I doubted them!’ Lol)

*there were also rumours that the YNTCD video and single were delayed a couple of times and meant to be released sooner and serve as a soft coming out, but that taylor kept changing her mind about it and is also why she kept the tracklist length under wraps, because she wasn’t sure if she’d go through with it. She was way more vague than ever before. There were also rumours she had a rolling stone cover planned that she was going to come out in but it was scrapped —— I can’t even remember where these “she’s actually coming out” rumours originated anymore and I can’t remember if people had legit sources and gossip or if it was fan fiction planning, but it was mentioned outside the kaylordom too, so take that as you wish.

Then came the masters heist.

Now, to understand the thought process of Kaylors at the time, you have to remember that we thought Karlie & Taylor had a secret romance, Joe was a beard, Josh was a beard - but since he comes from a crime family who have done a lot of bad things (to put it lightly) and are stupidly rich, Josh had Karlie trapped in such a tight contract and has so much blackmail material that Karlie was forced to fake marry him against her will - remember, it was only meant to be a photo shoot for a Vogue wedding spread showing what wedding fashion was available, it wasn’t meant to be a wedding! But josh had his team leak the photos and instead of saying it was all for a photo shoot, Karlie had to say she was now married. <- that was the narrative and thought process within the fandom.

So the fandom thought 🛴 and Josh conspired to announce the purchase of big machine/ taylor’s masters which would derail her coming out plans. The fandom thought Karlie had no idea it was happening. Scooter and Josh were worried Taylor was going to come out, which would ultimately out Karlie since there were so many rumours about Kaylor already, and it would then out Josh and ruin Josh’s image, making it look obvious to everyone that Josh and Karlie were just beards, but kaylor was real. To avoid tarnishing Josh’s hetero card, scooter waited until the end of June to announce he bought taylor’s music for maximum impact.

(Never mind that someone spent $300M to keep a client in the closet) that was how we interpreted the situation (kept writing the fan fiction) and that it was a blow to taylor and a huge betrayal from scooter to Karlie because now they had extra leverage / ways to hurt Karlie.

So yeah. It was a very sad time. This also is why some kaylors think hoax lyrics point to their everlasting love “my best laid plans” = tay ready to come out end of June “your sleight of hand” = scooter tricking Karlie when he bought the masters and any information about taylor that Karlie mentioned innocently was used against them, “my barren land” = taken on a new meaning since Karlie announced her pregnancy, but initially it was seen as the land that was meant to be blooming with love was left barren and empty because of the masters incident delaying her coming out.

It sounds absolutely ludicrous, but the only way to understand how it was easy to rationalise is to understand how adamant the fandom was/ is that Josh and joe are just beards, Karlie is locked in a contract, and taylor is trying to free the both of them. If there were any truth to this at all, it is nothing short of ghastly situation for Karlie and paints taylor as a Nobel warrior trying to save her princess from the tower 🦸🏼‍♀️👸🏼 ....

Karlie had what I think was a scheduled post cause it was ad content , but otherwise was unusually silent on social media for a week + after the announcement. We thought they were grieving together.

——-

Now for Emily Poe. Ok so I really didn’t do my research - I thought Emily was only one or two years older than Taylor, so it never even occurred to me that the idea of that relationship would’ve been extremely predatory and badbadbadbad. I regret not doing my due dillihence when I was part of a fandom that consumed this theory. So Emily theories have been around since Taylor first had gay speculation. Part of this was because of some funny photos like that one where taylor is standing next to a truck that says “...gay Texan” and emily and a guy in the band I can’t think of his name were pointing to taylor and smirking. It’s a funny photo. I can see my dumb teenage self making similar jokes long before I knew my sexuality because LOOOOL GAY was a thing back then. There’s the video taylor made for Emily where she held up the “we love you emily” sign and she went to everyone she toured with including brad paisley to hold up the sign and make heart hands and just be extremely cute - platonic or romantic - both seem plausible - and cute as hell! The video was set to the dashboard confessional song ‘stolen’ which is basically just the lyric “you have stolen my heart” over and over again. This video got renewed interest when people went back and looked back at the you belong with me video. The idea of taylor and her make love interest holding these a4 sheets of paper with “I love you” written on them seemed familiar. The story of how YBWM came about was that Taylor heard her guitarist on the phone with his girlfriend and his gf was yelling at him for something seemingly insignificant/ the gf was painted out as high drama and her guitarist seemed miserable every time he spoke to her for a while. So Taylor had the idea of a song about a girl thinking her friends girlfriend is horrible, but turn it into a love story where the two friends get together - classic romantic comedy trope - she took the idea to Liz Rose and it was one of the last songs written for Fearless and specifically made to be upbeat and preppy because taylor thought the album was lacking that vibe. If you take the story Taylor said inspired the song and swap it from her male guitarist (who she also said she had no feelings for), and change it to her female fiddle player, the story behind the song can be the same, just tweaked to be hetwashed. Emily was a cheerleader and had a boyfriend when she toured with taylor, so it’s easy enough to take those things at surface value and think there was some truth to Emily. Also the two biggest gaylor rumours pre swiftgron came from comments on a gossip site/ forum. One was that ‘Emily was fired after she was caught relieving taylor of stress’ and how ‘emily was interested in law, but this incident cemented she had to leave the band but the swift team gave her money so emily wouldn’t sue for being fired on a sexual harassment issue’ (of course, knowing the age difference, we know this would NOT be the case at all) and it is speculated it inspired taylor to write breathe because she was so sorry for how things ended. They were inseparable and then after her birthday, never seen together or mentioned each other on MySpace again.

The other comment was that taylor ‘was a pillow princess in high school’ and that she was happy to receive but not give because she wanted to maintain her virgin status and thought if she reciprocated it would make her gay — the comment was something like that.

Of course it would’ve been incredibly easy for idk, some random on the internet who has never even met taylor to say those things.... but it was taken as gospel by the gaylor truthers.

People who looked further found a girl they believed was Taylor’s high school gf, her name started with L... but I never really believed it so I don’t have the greatest knowledge of that one. It seemed ridiculous to me she had a 3 year gf as a teenager and not a single person from her high school - or anyone who knew her alleged gf - ever spoke about it publicly??? That would be a lot of NDAs and payouts to keep silent, but a lot of other people believed NDAs and hush money was spent, so yeah... 🤷‍♀️

She also had some fruity MySpace posts which seemed to help the case for gaylor, but imo, it also falls under the ‘teenagers on the internet are dumb especially when social media was brand new and thank god myspace doesn’t exist cause I don’t want to see my old one ever again’ category.

Sorry for the essay, I felt I had been summoned and wanted to give background on the fandom. When I log back in I think I need to change my bio, I’m not really here to talk kaylor , but the fandom. Cause it’s really sad what that narrative within the fandom has become and heartbreaking what that narrative has done to fans, especially queer kids trying to figure themselves out. I couldn’t see how toxic it was for a long time, I’m happy I’m out of there now. but I think it helps to understand how the fandom thought and saw things as to how easy it was for things to spiral to the state it’s in now.

As old T used to sign off, - lovelovelove 💜

Brilliant post thanks KH!

[ask-jumblr]

You guys never published my question! What’s wrong with wanting to have a space for people who were born Jews? I’m not saying we shouldn’t be welcoming of converts, they just never experienced the anti-semitism growing up or the experiences of growing up Jewish.

Mod (singular) here. Yes, I didn’t post your original ask because it wasn’t consistent with this blog’s standards, although I did make a post recognizing that it was (1) sent in, and (2) didn’t meet content standards. It might be time to clarify or expand the current guidelines; anyone who thinks that’s the case is welcome to reach out. Back to your ask...I know that having a not-posted ask can sting, and I’m sorry you’ve gotten this far through life without your community providing you with the knowledge for you to understand why your proposal is inappropriate and dangerous.

I’m going to remind everyone blog is welcoming of converts. From this blog’s stance, except when there are halachic nuances followed by certain communities, converts should not be treated any differently than born Jews.

Converts don’t need to be treated any differently than born Jews (excluding those halachic nuances relevant for certain communities), because those differences you’re thinking of, anon, they’re not true for all converts. There are very few experiences that couldn’t be shared by a born Jew and a convert. Your generalizations about converts are causing fallacies in your logic. I’m including some stories below the cut that I hope will give you a more complex understanding of the breadth of experiences among people who have converted to Judaism. The stories I’m sharing are all made up, but most of the nuances, the catches that it’s easy to forget are lived experiences. Many are borrowed from friends, friends of friends, or famous Jewish figures.

You mentioned experiencing antisemitism growing up; I suspect that you’re hurting, but you will find converts who hurt for the same reasons; please don’t shut them out.

However, even besides the issue of treating converts differently (1) generally breaking custom/halacha, and (2) being pretty pointless because many will share experiences of born Jews, creating spaces that exclude converts is also dangerous. Converts, like some other groups in Jewish spaces (e.g. JoC, Jews with disabilities) already experience hostility, exclusion, and isolation in Jewish spaces. Building spaces that intentionally exclude them for some reason perpetuates the problems we need to fix in our communities.

Folks are welcome to add to or correct this response. However, I hope that my own response and the standards I’m setting about respecting converts as fellow members of the broad Jewish community will eliminate the need for me to moderate any anti-convert sentiments on this post. Another ask that I’m linkng here might be a better place to discuss the situations where converts are differentiated and/or any Jewish communities that do not recognize converts. If it’s getting another round of activity, I’m happy to reblog it again.

Jessie’s parents converted in a Modern Orthodox community when she was 3. She and her siblings, age 5 and 8, were converted along with their parents. A year later, her baby sister was born Jewish.

Brad’s father raised him celebrating Jewish holidays at home. Brad’s mom stopped being Christian long before they met, although they sometimes visited her parents and exchanged Christmas gifts under their tree. At school, Brad was bullied for being Jewish. When his mom was offered a job in a local city, Brad’s family decided it was long overdue to move to a community where they felt more welcome. In the city, Brad was able to attend a Pluralistic Jewish High School. In college, Brad’s experience with Chabad led him towards an Orthodox Jewish community, and he converted so that he would be halachically recognized as Jewish.

Melanie was adopted by a Jewish couple as an infant and was converted shortly after. For as long as she can remember, her personality has consistently clashed with her birth mother and they had a tenuous relationship. They cut ties when Melanie turned 20. Melanie doesn’t remember a time before she was Jewish. When it came time for her Bat Mitzvah at her adoptive family’s Open-Orthodox synagogue, her decision was easy to reaffirm her Judaism as a Jewish adult. When she started looking for someone to marry, her friends were surprised when they tried to set her up with a Kohen, and despite their sparks she didn’t want to go out on a second date. Until then, they hadn’t known that Melanie had converted, growing up they’d assumed her birth mother was Jewish.

Sam’s mom is Episcopalian and their dad is Jewish. They were raised with both sets of holidays, attending both a church and a Reform synagogue. However, in high school, Sam started going to youth group at a Conservative synagogue with some of their friends. They really loved the Conservative Jewish community they found at the youth group and its associated synaogue. With their parents’ support, Sam decided to convert so they would be able to count in a minyan and have aliyot at the Conservative synagogue.

Maya’s family is Jewish. While knowledge of their Jewish status was passed down, clear documentation of ketubot/gravestones/etc. was lost when they were fleeing persecution. When she wanted to get married, her fiancé’s parents wanted to ensure their grandchildren would be recognized as Jewish. Even though her fiancé was against it, they encouraged her to complete a conversion to dot i’s and cross t’s. Maya decided it was easier to complete a conversion than deal with her in-laws’ pressure. She also didn’t want her children to have to deal with the consequences of a murky Jewish status. A rabbi connected to the family quietly arranged for a conversion so the Jewishness of Maya and any children she should have would be documented and undeniable.

Josh’s dad is Jewish, but his mom isn’t. His dad didn’t raise him as Jewish and he didn’t even know he was Jewish until his mother told him when he was 15. His mother explained that his dad was a child survivor of the Holocaust, and he didn’t want his new family in the U.S. to be burdened by his Jewish identity. However, Josh didn’t feel burdened. Now, he finally understood whyn his father had suffered from nightmares and depression. During high school, Josh taught himself about Judaism behind his father’s back; he didn’t want to upset his father further. After graduating high school, Josh moved out from his parents’ house to attend nursing school. Josh joined a local Reform synagogue, where the rabbi encouraged him to complete a ‘reclamation’ conversion and helped him fill in the gaps in his Jewish education.

When she was in kindergarten, Sarah’s mom remarried, forming a blended family with a Jewish man and his two kids. Sarah’s father isn’t in her life, so she only lived with her mother and new step-father for most of her childhood. A few years after their marriage, Sarah’s mother converted through their local Reconstructionist Synagogue. However, Sarah’s mom wanted to make sure Sarah had the freedom to make her own decision. While Sarah wasn’t converted, she did celebrate Jewish holidays with her family. Shabbat was Sarah’s favorite day of the week; sometimes her family would go to synagogue, but even if they didn’t, they would make time to spend together as a family. When Sarah turned 13, she wanted to have a Bar Mitzvah like her older step-brothers. Her parents and the local rabbi encouraged her to think through her decision, and her parents offered to throw her a big 13th birthday party without her reading Torah. However, Sarah really wanted to be fully recognized as a Jewish adult in her community. A few months after she turned 13, she completed her conversion and read Torah at their synagogue for the first time.

Complicated stories like these happen all the time.

[gyllenhaalstories]

imagine taking rapper jake home to meet your parents.

i’m so sorry for the delay, anon! <3 buckle up, it got long and i’m emo!!!!! lil jakey jakes meeting your parents was not something i thought i’d cry about right now but here i am. i listened to nothing’s gonna hurt you baby by cigarettes after sex if you want to vibe with me!

<3

jake swore he was about to shit his pants when you reminded him of the dinner with your parents.

he ran all over his house, searching for nothing and everything at oncel. one second it was his tie, the next his phone and after that his keys. he was just so terrified. he wanted to leave a good impression.

he dressed up like he was going to the oscars. he put on a suit, a new one he got tailored to his body just for the occasion. he covered all of his tattoos, with those long sleeves. he hid his chain under the color of the shirt you buttoned lovingly. he went to the barbershop too, he got a fresh cut and his beard neat. he looked like a movie star and even if this was not the man with whom you fell in love, you still loved this new persona.

“you’re so stressed that i’m stressed” you’d scream at him while he paced around the bedroom as you put on a simple outfit, some jeans and a button up shirt too. dresses felt too formal. it was your parents, not the pope. “we’re not going. i’m calling them and i’ll say i’m sick”.

jake stopped moving and protested. “if i wanna ask your father for your hand, i better know how he looks like first. if he likes golf, i’m out”.

the joke was unexpected, but it made both of you laugh. he kept bringing up marriage. it was like a running gag, but it felt more and more real. one day you would be called mrs gyllenhaal. and this day would not happen if you died from a heart attack because you couldn’t face the judgement of your parents.

so jake waited for you in the car. he picked a black jaguar, he didn’t want to be too obnoxious. he had the head lights shining bright and blinked them so you pretended to walk like a model and twirl in front of the car before you sat on the passenger seat. “so fuckin’ gorgeous.” jake said and noticed you, too, wore the chain he got you for your birthday. he stretched his arm out to play with it lightly and then proceeded to drive to your parents’ house.

he stopped in the drive way. it was a tiny home, very old with a bunch of flower pots that were wrapped up for the winter. it was lovely already. jake stopped the car and took deep breaths.

“you sound like you’re about to get into labor”

“it’s a neat trick you’ll have to try it”

and you both breathed fast like two freaks in the car while the music was playing in the background. some U2 song. it calmed the two of you down. when you got out of the car, jake immediately grabbed your hand. he needed the comfort.

you were about to ring the door bell when your mother slammed the door open and wrapped you in a tight hug.

jake smiled and looked behind her. he waved at your father.

“mom, dad, this is my boyfriend, jake. jake, this is my mom and dad.”

“hi mom, hi dad” jake replied and it made the two of them laugh.

jake wanted to bring champagne and flowers, but you convinced him to not do too much. your parents were simple people. they would be happy as long as jake didn’t tease you from under the table (the jeans were definitely a good option) or mentioned politics. 

“our daughter has told us a lot about you” your mother said “yeah, we heard you are a singer? isn’t that the dream” your father added

“yeah.” jake smiled awkwardly and took a sip from the glass of water you both shared. you were sitting on his lap, on the love seat of the small living room. your parents asked him tons of questions. he answered them genuinely. he asked them questions too. he was relieved to find out your father preferred hockey to golf.

you sat around the table. it was weird that the fourth chair of the dining table was finally used.

none of your previous relationships lasted long enough to reach this level of intimacy. sex was one thing, but meeting your parents? that was a HUGE deal.

jake behaved like the best man in the world. he complimented the food. it was just simple spaghetti and storebought garlic bread. but it tasted like love and home. he asked for two other plates. your mom even reached to wipe his chin from the tomato sauce.

it filled him with joy. he had a tough relationship with his own family and he felt like he fit right in with yours.

you watched jake with heart eyes. he was so happy to explain his art and craft to your father who kept asking him if he had met blake shelton or the backstreet boys. you know, hip people. jake laughed and shook his head. he didn’t bother explaining that he sang about filthy things the two of you did. he was happy they considered his job as valid. he was not a carpenter or a doctor. but he was happy to spoil you nonetheless.

“you’re doing great” you’d whisper to jake.

everything was fine. until your mom pulled out the baby photos albums. THE SHAME.

“look at that tiny baby booty!” jake pointed and melted. “toohtless! that gums only look, can’t wait to see it again when we’re old and grumpy.” he pulled out a photo. you were wearing matching ugly yellow zipped hoodie and plaid pants. you were holding a teddy bear of the same colour as the one he got you for your birthday. behind the photography it was written happy y/n at the park with her best friend. he asked if he could keep it. your parents agreed. (it was his phone home screen from now on, your lock screen being a post sex glow photo when he could see a tiny drop of cum at the corner of your eye, it was still cute to him). “so she’s always been bad at cooking?” he said and laughed when you found a picture of you and your grandparents where you held a plate of burnt cookies. “hey, not cool! i was only seven!” you pushed him gently. “look at you now, you burn bread in the toaster”. your parents were the ones who melted now.

“so, jacob...”

jake insisted that it was fine your father called him by his full name.

the two of you were so stressed out. the tone of your father’s voice was suddenly heavy and scary.

“yeah?”

“does it hurt to get tattoos?”

jake squinted and you coughed loud enough to cover the whispered what the fuck that came out of his open mouth. his sleeves were rolled up and exposing the ink. “i mean, yeah, it hurts a lot. it’s worth it though. i feel like an art collector.”

“in my young days, i’ve always wanted a tattoo. i got the concept. this lovely lady as a pin up girl, quite impressive, huh?.” he winked at your mom who blushed while you tried everything you could not to throw up.

jake rolled his sleeve a little higher and pointed at a spot near the veins of the inside of his arm, close to the elbow. he got the outline of a heart tattooed. you noticed how wobbly the lines were, that’s because it was the heart you always drew at the end of your notes that you left him when you were gone or when he was out working. “that’s my favourite.”

THE WAY YOU JUST BURST INTO TEARS and your mom shouted “time for dessert!”

great timing.

“our daughter told us you loved m&m’s”.

jake turned to look at you. you shrugged.

your mother came back with chocolate cake on which she had sprinked crushed m&m pieces on the frosting.

jake asked to get the biggest slice. “that’s the best fuckin’ cake i’ve had in my whole life.” (which was a lie because the best cake was your ass but details) he said, his mouth full. your mother laughed and your father agreed. they began talking about hockey when your mother asked for your help in the kitchen.

“if we learned anything from you,” she started and handed you a plate to dry. you hated to do the dishes, especially if you were to be lectured like a child. “it’s to never judge people by their covers. we love jake. he’s good to you. you’re good to him.”

you hugged your mom and the two of you cried so loudly that jake dropped his spoon. he thought something bad happened. that you cut yourself with the butter knife or something.

“welcome to the family, jake.” your father squeezed jake’s shoulder as you walked back to him to press a kiss on his cheek.

it was now time to leave, after hours and hours of anecdotes from your childhood or from the time you were convinced you’d marry brad pitt or when you put eyeshadow in your hair to act like you dyed them to be punk but it was raining that day and you came back looking like a sad frosty rainbow.

“you’re my favourite person.” jake told you when he gave you his vest as a coat. it was chilly outside.

you all hugged and shook hands, promising to come back soon for brunch. jake told them he’d make his famous pancakes.

“hold on!” jake exclaimed and pulled you by the arm. you followed him back in the kitchen and he fed you a spoon of the cake. you fed him one in return again. “tastes almost as good as your pussy” he whispered in your ear and kissed your chocolate covered lips.

you finally left the house, waving from the car at your parents who stood on the porch. they seemed satisfied. and you? you had never been more in love.

“can’t wait to rip those tight jeans off your body and fuck you like a bitch.” jake winked and started to drive away. “i’m looking forward to the toothless viagra boosted blowjobs too, that’s gonna feel divine.” 

you slapped his thigh and he moaned in pain. you rested your hand there and he brought it to his lips, planting a soft kiss.

“welcome to the family.” you repeated.

[cassoliver]

new york’s very own cassandra “cass” oliver was spotted on broadway street in reebok club c 85 vintage shoes . your resemblance to  sydney sweeney is unreal . according to tmz , you just had your  twenty-first  birthday bash . while living in nyc ,  you’ve been labeled as being  naive  , but also compassionate . i guess being a  pisces  explains that . 3 things that would paint a better picture of you would be exposed tan lines , loud laughter , and only ever wearing gold jewelry  . ( i slept with one of my co-stars while we were shooting on location, not knowing they had a significant other back home )  &  ( cis-female & she / her  )

lia takes on a second character TAKE TWO whAT is up you guys , it’s ya girl back at it again with another muse . i randomly got a lot of inspiration for this new girly pop and i feel p good about it ! go ahead and smash that mf like button if you wanna plot ! i can slide into your ims or on discord if that’s more your jam !

S T A T S ↴

– * FULL NAME : cassandra rosemary oliver – NICKNAME(S) : cass ( commonly referred as ), cassie – * AGE : twenty-one – * D.O.B : march 16th – * ZODIAC : pisces – * GENDER : cis-female –* ORIENTATION : bisexual biromantic – * HEIGHT : 5′4″ – * NATIONALITY : american – * BIRTHPLACE : asbury park , new jersey – * OCCUPATION : student + actress – * TRAITS : compassionate, creative, intuitive, gentle, empathetic, fun-loving, naive, whimsical, loyal, subservient, overly emotional, pensive, fearful, overly trusting

B I O G R A P H Y ↴

   you’d have to be living under a rock to not know jeremy and elizabeth marie oliver . think brad pitt and angelina jolie , will smith and jada pinkett , or whatever other celebrity IT couple you fancy . jeremy is notoriously known for his acting career that took off in the late 80′s . around the same time , elizabeth marie’s acting / modeling career was taking off across the pond . the iconic duo met through work and quickly fell in love . after their over the top wedding ceremonies ( yes plural . they got married once in jeremy’s hometown in new jersey and then again in elizabeth marie’s hometown in england ). shortly after their holy matrimony , they produced three healthy babies : mason , samuel , and cassandra . there were a few years in between the kiddos , but they were all raised in a tight knit family outside of the limelight in asbury park , new jersey . their parents decided to take a break from working in order to raise their kids . i wish i could say that gave the oliver trio a normal childhood . but it’s kind of hard to go to public school and not draw attention to yourself when your parents are household names . it was hard for cassandra to understand that her parents were super famous and for some reason that meant something to people . if you asked her , there was no reason to get all starstruck over her parents . they were just people after all .

    so i guess you could say she had a normal childhood . at least , as normal as one could have with their name and photos constantly plastered all over tabloids . cassandra grew up in a happy and loving environment , which is nice . and with her dad working part time as a professor at his alma mater , juilliard , she and her family bounced back and forth between their coastal home in new jersey and their urban townhouse in new york . and she throughly enjoyed experiencing the best of both worlds . both places felt like home to her and she and her brothers made the best memories together . see , her brothers were her best friends growing up . mason and samuel were five (5) and three (3) years older than her , respectively , and she followed them around everywhere they went . the two boys let her reluctantly at first when mom and dad forced them to but over time it became enjoyable to have her be just another member of their friend group . cassandra was well liked and throughly protected by her brothers and their friends . they shielded her away from all things dangerous : from substances to rude people . this led to a pretty sheltered upbringing . she lived in this little bubble where things were all good all the time .

   as she got older , she had to learn to fend for herself a bit more . no longer was she under the watchful gaze of her brothers , for they had rushed into graduating high school early so that they could pursue their own acting careers-- following in line with their infamous parents . having the oliver last name gave them an advantage in the film industry and they ran with that opportunity . meanwhile , cassandra stayed back and took her time . acting was always something she was interested in . there’s no way she could be a member of her household and not dabble in the art at least a little bit . but it wasn’t a top priority to her for a long time . she didn’t want to rely on her family name to get her somewhere in the industry . if she was going to do it , she wanted to do it right . she wanted to earn her place just like anybody else . and if it worked out for her then great ! and if it didn’t , well she prepared a back-up plan . she elected to go to NYU for business instead of studying acting or just bypassing college all together . she figured if all else failed , then she’d start her own company and branch out of the creative arts .

  and she took her college career very seriously . she’s studious and hard-working , genuinely enjoying learning new things and having a ‘ normal college experience ’. even though people still look at her funny or talk about her behind her back once they figure out why she looks so gosh darn familiar , she’s come to find that college students are much more chill than the kids that used to bombard her with questions about her famous family on the play ground . most days , cassandra gets by feeling like a completely normal girl . no fame or fortune , just a regular schemgular student trying to get by . and she’d probably gotten away with just melting into the background and never breaking out into the limelight if it wasn’t for one little netflix project she agreed on .

  it was just supposed to be another passion project . cassandra had done a few small roles in indie movies at that point . just enough to dip her toes into the movie making world but not enough to drag her away from getting a higher education . but when a script for a new netflix original series was slid in her direction by a family friend turned agent-- well , she just couldn’t put it down ! she loved everything about the show and knew she just had to be a part of it . so she gave up one summer of her life to film OUTER BANKS , not at all thinking that it would blow up the way it did a year later when it premiered . and now news is breaking out that the youngest oliver is finally stepping out into the acting scene , which is warranting a lot of media attention towards her . honestly , she feels pretty good about the project itself . she’s very proud of the show and is incredibly grateful that it’s doing as well as it is . but when it comes to all the notoriety she’s getting because of it , well ... she’s still adjusting to being famous in her own right and not just secondhand through her family . she’s a little overwhelmed . she’s a big girl now that has to navigate through this next chapter of her life without anybody holding her hand or shielding her from the highs and lows of being known . whether or not she thrives in the limelight or crumbles under the pressure is to be determined .

P E R S O N A L I T Y  &  F U N  F A C T S ↴

i think it’s really funny to call her the third franco brother ( yes dave and james have a third brother , his name is tom ). bc like her brothers are essentially mega stars w all the movies they’ve been in at this point and she’s sort of the other sibling that everyone forgets about . y’know until recently lol

she is a giant sweetheart !! just v lovey and kind and empathetic ,, has a warmth to her that makes it feel like it’s summertime all the time

v humble bc she does not consider herself famous what so ever . like being second-hand famous from her family and getting a few extra instagram followers bc of her last name is one thing , but with the success of her current show she’s being put on covers of magazines , being interviewed for teen vogue and stuff like that , getting verified on everything , and gaining hundreds of thousands of followers DAILY . it’s crazy to her

naive in the sense that she’s rlly out here thinking that everyone has a heart as big as hers and has only the best intentions when sadly that might not be the case !! so like ,,,, probs gets taken advantage of and doesn’t even realize it . or messes things up bc she thinks she can just continue living a normal average joe life when in reality her whole life has been far from average ,, the whole world’s got their eye on her and everything she says and does publicly can and will be scrutinized and she is just …. not prepared for that

wants to have a good time and do cool art sh*t !! as long as she’s being creative in some aspect , she’s happy . honestly doesn’t take a lot to make her happy

but also when she gets sad oh boy oh boy does she get sad . pretty much down and out and nothing anyone says or does can make her feel better unfortunately . will just self isolate and you just gotta let her ride it out ://

hobbies include painting , reading , collecting plants , and taking photos

has a second instagram account just for her photography ! @casstookthis lol

lives with her “babies” which are like 10 house plants and all of her books

v family oriented ! goes to visit her parents regularly and talks to her brothers basically daily despite living on two different coasts

acting was always something she knew she wanted to do-- and that may or may not have to do w her parents’ influence and the pressure to follow in their foot steps just like her brothers did 

as kids , she and her brothers would work together to put on performances in the living room for their parents . they’d make “short films” and upload them to all 6 of their subscribers on youtube

allergic to cats but wants one so bad ,, has never had a pet in her life actually

the little things amuse her . her sense of humor is really quite simple . hit her w some puns and / or a dad joke and you’ll have her rolling

is learning how to speak mandarin and french

always over-prepared , never underprepared ,, needs to feel like she is capable of handling anything or else she panics

cannot tell a lie to save her life , gets nervous and can’t make eye contact

at any given moment , you can tell what she’s thinking and what she’s feeling just from taking one look at her face . sometimes she tries to mask it because she is an actress after all . but it’s not hard to see through the facade that she puts on if you know her well

hopeless romantic af ! romanticizes everything in life ! loves love in all forms , romantic , platonic , self love , whatever ! looks at the world through rose tinted glasses and heart eyes ! probably falls in love with a person , place , or thing at least 5 times a day !

prefers summer and living near a beach / some body of water over living in the middle of the city . so she’ll often visit back home or go stay with her brothers in LA , not just to be closer to family , but to be more in her element

her family has so many houses simply bc their lives are all over the place ???? like they kept her childhood home in new jersey but they also always had a luxury townhouse in new york plus a summer home in the hamptons and a cottage in england and an apartment in los angeles that her brothers currently reside in . she used to just stay in the townhouse while going to school but she recently bought her own apartment bc she wants to be #independent

might catch her as the lead in a new netflix original movie coming soon *wink wink*

is in love with her best friend east harvey and they’re getting married

WANTED CONNECTIONS PAGE HERE

[jungwoohoos]

uni!hoseok

genre: fluff

word count: 2.2k

he really does look like linguini when he dances, but you guess you can’t resist that

You weren’t a party virgin per se

There was that one time the second weekend of first year that you went out with your roommate

She had met someone the night before and said he would give you two an in

How did she get someone’s number so quickly?? You didn’t understand

You once asked for someone’s email instead because the thought of asking for someone’s number was so personal

Your project group got a little annoyed that they had to email you everything they had already discussed in the group chat

But you always made sure to use the cute emojis that look like blobs of honey, so everything was good and your members didn’t annihilate you in the evaluation reports

Anyway, you lasted 20 minutes max at that party

It was a house party, but everyone was milling around in the backyard, which was nearly pitch black and really patchy

You could barely see your feet, so you had no idea how anyone could see who they were talking to

Everyone was also wearing hawaiian shirts

“Oooohhhhhh, it’s a hawaiian themed party,” your roommate had whispered while looking at your all black outfit

As if black jeans don’t exist in Hawaii >:(

She started talking to the guy she had met the night before, and it was getting a little steamy if you could say so yourself

You should take lessons because she was playing in the big leagues

Subtle touch on his arm

Laughing at everything he was saying

Although that one must’ve been a hard one to pull off because there’s only so much you could laugh about when a drunk dude’s retelling how much pain he was in when he thought his appendicitis was someone in an invisibility cloak stabbing him with an invisible knife

You had only come with your roommate, and she was busy trying to get with Chad over there

So you played on your phone a bit

Walked around the backyard, which was the size of a ping pong table, and got some fresh air

There was only so much bush you could look at at 11:30 pm

So you caught your roommate’s eyes (which were wandering suspiciously south)

And motioned that you were going to head out

And to text you if she was coming back

Because the way she was working her magic on Brad, the question was more of an “if” than a “when”

You walked through the sprinkler on your way back to your room, and that was the most fun part of the night by far

Two years later, you can proudly say you never stepped foot into another party

Because being in your bed nice and clean was your kind of party

Not the kind where you’re sweating not because you’re moving

But from sheer proximity to other sweaty bodies

So when Namjoon invited you to a small gathering he was having, you didn’t hesitate to say yes

You had met Namjoon earlier that semester in your botany class

The one that you both realized you only took because you had binge watched the same video of a guy grooming his garden full of bonsai plants

Trimming and landscaping and rearranging the formation of the pebbles surrounding the base

43:11 minutes of pure heaven

He squealed when you brought up BlissfulBonsai81 because yEs YES someone who understands

You’re at a coffee shop doing some work when he brings it up

Scrape of chair legs

The warm smell of cinnamon that wafts up to your nose when he hands you your drink

“Soooo since BlissfulBonsai81 mentioned in his last video that true happiness comes from celebration of small moments”

This man is his role model

“I’m gonna have a small gathering so we can celebrate the end of midterms woooo!!”

You haven’t met Namjoon’s other friends yet, but from what he’s mentioned, they seem fun

Hoseok seems a little wild though

But you trust Namjoon, and it’ll be nice to have some fun after the onslaught of exams

So you tell him you’ll go

“But only if there’s sweet and spicy sriracha wings”

“Small gathering” my ass

If Namjoon weren’t being a sweetheart and helping Youngchul in the bathroom, he would’ve been getting a piece of your mind

Your last exam was today

And to say that it burned you out would be a major understatement

Two hours of fluid dynamics and stupid pipes being smooth or rough and turbulent substances

You’ll show Namjoon turbulent when you’ve gotten your much deserved 12 hours of sleep

Even now, after the party’s died down a bit, there are at least 30 people

You couldn’t even walk up the stairs to use the bathroom without bumping into four couples making out

One was Jungkook and his new girlfriend, who he apparently officially met on an intramural volleyball team

He gave you a wave and a wink when you turned around to apologize for bumping into him

His girlfriend also smiled and gave a little wave

Probably the cutest couple you could’ve stumbled upon sucking faces

It’s nearing midnight, and you’re starting to feel the day catch up to you

The bass was a little too loud thrumming through your head

The cup you had barely touched was beginning to make your hand cramp

And that guy was still dancing

You’re half delirious and half inexperienced, but you’re pretty sure there’s no dancing at house parties

Not counting the disturbing bump and grinds happening off beat

But this guy’s been dancing for the last two hours

And you don’t know how he’s made it this far because he’s wearing jeans and a long sleeve

They make him look even more like the inflatable guys outside of car dealerships

He’s really not a bad dancer

Definitely has the flexibility for it if you can go off his limbs flying everywhere

And that huge smile’s been on his face the whole time, even though any sane person wouldn’t be smiling if they were wearing the insulator his clothes are

Any sane person also wouldn’t be doing the sprinkler to Kendrick Lamar

You’re still looking at him over the rim of your cup when you hear a small sigh next to you

Namjoon plucks the cup from your cup and downs it

“I’m never holding a party again” he groans and lets his head fall back onto the couch

You’re about to be a little sassy and correct him with “small gathering”, but he sat up when he saw you looking at the dancing noodle

“Ohh! You haven’t met Hobi hyung. Let me introduce you!!”

You’re being pulled straight off the couch and toward the middle of the room before you could blink

Oh he’s taller than you thought

“Hyung, hyung” 

Namjoon has to cup his armpit and squeeze to get his attention

There’s a squeal and Hobi turns around

He makes a little tsk sound when he sees Joon

“Eh, Joon. You know I hate when you do that”

He sees you looking at him

You look like you could use a good hibernation

He can’t help but smile when you go to shake his hand but yawn instead

Your nose scrunched up and you covered your mouth with the hand you were about to use to shake his

Namjoon’s rambling about something you two have in common

“You guys both like hot cheetos!! You can talk about that”

But you two are sizing each other up silently

He seems like too much energy, too much pep for your liking 

You literally just watched this guy flail for 2 hours

You don’t think you like him

He likes how you’re not afraid to make eye contact with him

You also smell like citrus, which smells like heaven compared to the overwhelming scent of dried beer and sweat

He likes you

Namjoon doesn’t know it because he’s still listing topics you could talk about

“...music? No, songs with tambourine accents are kinda niche...politics??”

You leave a little after that because your roommate got locked out while she was doing laundry, and she’s in her underwear

Hobi gives you a wink, and you narrow your eyes

He pops up a lot in the next few weeks

Sometimes just to call your name and shoot you a wink

But other times to ask how your day was and see if you want to get milkshakes

You don’t want to admit it, but you kind of enjoy spending time with him

You have to tell him to lower his voice numerous times because he ends up shouting

A problem in the library

And he likes listening, so he asks you to just talk a lot of the times

Which puts you in a weird position because you shouldn’t want to talk to someone you find loud and annoying right?

But you find yourself smiling when you hear his voice

And having to pretend to be grumpy when he interrupts your study sessions because he was bored

He’s nothing you thought you would like, but everything that made you happy

News started spreading that you and Hobi were hanging out because Hobi was beloved on campus

Even the janitors got excited to talk to him

Not many people knew who you were because you tended to keep to yourself

You were sitting on a bench one day, eating some carrots

Decapitating more like it

You were pissed

You missed your presentation this morning because your alarm didn’t go off

Professor Lee wouldn’t let you make it up even when you started crying

You were crying so much that you slipped down the stairs

Your butt now had a stair shaped bruise on it

And now you had to get ready for Namjoon’s birthday party because your present had taken 3 weeks to come in and you weren’t about to give it to him the day after his birthday

Which is why 2 hours later, you’re drunk

It only took one “what’s this pee colored drink??” 

You’re in the bathroom, trying to figure out how to turn on the sink

For some reason, the knobs won’t turn to either side

Maybe it’s automatic? You wave your hands underneath the spout but still no water

You didn’t hear the knock on the door

You didn’t even know it had opened and someone had walked in until you feel a solid body bounce against yours 

Hands caught your waist before you could topple over, and you let out a small “oof” when the momentum stopped and you bounced back against their chest

Mmmmmmm smells like freshly baked muffins

You fisted your hands into the fabric in front of you and buried your nose deeper

“Having fun there?”

“Mmmeppaph” you mumbled, moving your hands around to their back and letting your nose trace its way into the crook of their neck

Hobi hoped you couldn’t feel how quickly his heart was beating

Because it was about to bust out of his chest and if you hum against his neck one more ti--

“Hmmmmm”

You couldn’t help yourself because they were so warm and smelled so nice and made a really nice bed and huh, you were a little tired weren’t you

He felt your body give until you were slumped against him

The only thing that was keeping you upright was his hands on your waist

And your hands which have somehow dropped into his waistband

He shuffled out of the bathroom as carefully as possible

Your head lolled and hit the frame of the door before he could catch it, but you just gave a little huff

Only two more doors 

He fumbled with your body before he freed one hand to open his door

Laid you gently onto his bed

He thanked god that he washed his boxers that were laying on there earlier today

Brought a blanket and tucked you in

He couldn’t help himself from rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip because he doesn’t have the courage to do it when you’re awake

He’s never seen you asleep before, but he likes how peaceful you look

You’re not rolling your eyes at him or shooing him away

It makes it a little easier to imagine that you could like him

He initially doesn’t hear that you’re mumbling because it’s so quiet

And the blanket’s kinda in your mouth

He moves it away so he can hear you

It still takes you a couple times before you’re coherent

“Mmmmm can I tell you a secret?”

He smiles because the only secret you told him was that his socks smell like the plague

“Of course”

You shift so that you’re curled around him, your hand resting on his thigh

“I like Hobi, but don tell him ‘cause I don think he thinks I’m cute, even though I ammmmm”

He thinks his heart exploded when he saw you push your lower lip out

“And he’s too nice and good for me, but I’m shellfish and wanna be happy, and he makes me so so so so happy”

You blanched when he recited your words over breakfast and painkillers the next morning

He knew you were going to try to deny everything when you went to open your mouth

So he reached over the counter and cupped your cheek

“Be shellfish and let yourself be happy, okay? Because that makes me happy”

“Oh and by the way, very very cute”

You hum when you taste the syrup on his lips

[twentyonepilotsficlibrary]

Josh Dun x Reader Masterlist

Something Just Like This by EncOREO (23/? | 64,333 | Mature)

Josh falls. Josh falls fast and Josh falls hard. But what happens when he loves something he can't keep?

Just a super fluffy love story in which, Josh meets and quickly falls completely in love with you. You are pregnant (surrogate) and he gets attached to the pregnancy.

Three's Company by Ohfrickfanfic (3,486 | Explicit)

NA

Out Of This World by Ohfrickfanfic (1/1 | 4,100 | Explicit)

“Josh come on! The meet and greet starts in ten minutes and you’re still in the shower.” Tyler  — who’s already dried and dressed — calls into the venue locker room.What are you doing in there?”  

Josh doesn’t answer, afraid of the sounds that might leave his lips, his cock twitching in his hand on the brink of release. And maybe just maybe, you  —  the pretty girl in the galaxy print dress from the front row of the show tonight —  come to mind when he reaches it seconds later, spilling over his knuckles.

Interruption by SoullesSenpai (1/1 | 505 | Not Rated)

It's Josh's birthday.

"Is That All You?" by Ohfrickfanfic (1/1 | 698 | Explicit)

“Is that all you?” he asks, biting his lip; noticing the large, obvious wet spot soaking through your panties.

“Why don’t you come find out,” you taunt, spreading your legs further, producing a throaty groan from Josh as he approaches you with lust filled eyes.

You Could Tell Me Secrets That I'll Probably Repeat by Ohfrickfanfic (1/1 | 2,008 | Explicit)

When you confide in Jenna that you think Josh is cheating on you because the two of you have never had sex she accidentally reveals something she thought you already knew; Josh is a VIRGIN!

Photograph by anvthxma (1/1 | 369 | General)

You're a photographer touring with Twenty One Pilots that had previously met Brad at one of your showings where he decided to hire you since he needed some extra help. It was an irresistible offer that soon comes with a few extra surprises

I'll Try Anything At Least Once by Ohfrickfanfic (1/1 | 2,327 | Explicit)

“Hey, after dinner, I was thinking we could go get you some new lingerie and I, uh… I kinda wanna try something new tonight.” He smiles as he refills your water glass from the small, glass pitcher on the table.

“Ooooh, like what?” you smirk. “You know I’ll try anything at least once.”

“You’ll see,” he teases. “Now drink up.”

Whisper by Okenite (36/36 | 34,838 | Mature)

You and Josh are a lovely couple. But there's something about the way Tyler whispers...

Daddy Issues by Ohfrickfanfic (1/1 | 2,732 | Explicit)

After a fight with your estranged father and locking your keys and phone in your new apartment, you resort to knocking on the neighbor's door to ask to use their phone. The colorful- haired man who answers the door helps you forget all about your daddy issues.

Taco Bell by CasMaru (1/1 | 6,277 | Mature)

Taco Bell wasn't a glamorous job but it payed bills while your other job as an artist, barely even got you enough money to eat.

Being a huge Twenty One Pilots fan, you can barely hold in your screams when Tyler, Josh, and Jenna show up at he counter.

But Josh seems to be a lot more nervous in real life than you thought.

I Need You by CasMaru (1/1 | 1,119 | Teen)

Josh Dun, your best friend and drummer of Twenty One Pilots, notices you've been down lately.

Chess - a Josh Dun imagine by lionessliv (1/1 | 2,315 | General)

Working late has always been the worst - but tonight things might change. A Josh Dun imagine.

A Rainy Night - a Josh Dun imagine by lionessliv (1/1 | 1,936 | Teen)

When the thunderstorm hits your city and you find yourself alone in your flat, a knock on your door is the least you expect. But maybe this will turn out as a nice surprise? A Josh Dun imagine.

Blind - a Josh Dun imagine by lionessliv (1/1 | 1,299 | Teen)

Lately something seems off between you and your best friend Josh - but finding out what gets rather difficult.

A Josh Dun imagine.

Kiss Me, I'm Drunk. by CasMaru (1/1 | 2,951 | Mature)

A loving older sister decides to finally have a good night out with her best friend, Tyler Joseph, after sending her 5-year-old brother to be watched by her trusted neighbors.

Tyler brings an unannounced friend and the night begins to heat up.

Dangerously Sweet by cerealslutsmut (1/1 | 1,442 | Explicit)

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SQUEAMISH OR SENSITIVE IN REGARDS TO BLOOD, KNIVES, ETC Fic in which Josh is into some seriously kinky stuff and you're down with it. Inspired by AHS Hotel, Mr. March

"Josh was... Well, he was dangerous. He was a killer with a heart warming smile and a panty ruining smirk. Not only did he know how to break your heart, he knew exactly how to break every bone and destroy every vein. "

//violence //blood

Touch Starved by EncOREO (1/1 | 5,450 | Mature)

Touch Starved: A deep longing and aching desire/need for physical contact with another person.

Josh is touch starved, and you are there to help when he needs it most.

Cancer (Josh Dun x Reader) by blurryfacejishwa (1/1 | 677 | General)

YALL we don't need a summary!!!!! Trigger warnings???: death, depression, cancer (obviously) sad josh :((( sad Tyler :(((( sad Jenna :(( (I'm sorry)

//character death //depression

Doubt (Josh Dun/Reader Fic) by hello_darkness (1/1 | 5,181 | Not Rated)

After a close call at a party 6 months ago, Josh catches you watching him onstage. Oops.

Soul Speaker by EncOREO (8/8 | 21,922 | Mature)

Starting at his shoulder, you very lightly trace your fingertips down his bicep, to the inside if his elbow, down the underside of his forearm and down to his wrist. Your fingertips feel that tingling sensation the whole way. “Is that what you mean?” you ask, looking up to his face. He is staring wide-eyed at his arm in disbelief. “Yes! What is that? That buzzing, tingling feeling? It’s like, uh, it’s like what tv static would feel like, I guess. And warm.”

This is it. This is the moment he decides you’re a complete nut job and sends you away.

“Ok, so my grandma used to tell us all the time when we were little that there are certain people whose souls know each other.  She used to say that those people can be soulmates, or have soulbonds, which are just people that you somehow knew in a past life like siblings, spouses, lovers, even friends or best friends from before. She said that when two souls recognize each other, they reach out, desperately trying to communicate to each other.”

Doubt by cyberfroot (3/3 | 2,725 | Teen)

You wake up in a hospital confused, everything's different than you remember. What happened?

daddy dun by strikrjoseph (1/1 | 1,520 | Explicit)

this is literally porn just porn female reader daddy kink lmao daddy dun kill me first smut

Drabble: Joining Him on Tour (Josh Dun) by FutureJetBlackHearts (MyLovelyHopefulLifetoLive) (1/1 | 190 | General)

In which you and your boyfriend Josh share a beloved moment during a sold-out arena concert.

Everything Will Be Okay by ThnksFrThMmrs121 (1/1 | 896 | Teen)

Reader is roommates with Tyler and Josh and finds out that they have depression. They tell the boys an they are just too kind. No romance, just best friends.

//mentions of depression

Good morning, Joshua by Buried_alive87 (1/1 | 1,085 | Mature)

NA

Sweet Baby Boy by joshdunistherealest (1/1 | 409 | Mature)

NA

Baby Dun Number 2 [Daddy Josh] by FutureJetBlackHearts (MyLovelyHopefulLifetoLive) (1/1 | 1,920 | General)

Having received quite some unexpected news, you try to hide it from your husband Josh. Yet, he knows you better than you think, leaving you no choice but to admit the truth to him.

Nothing Like Camping in the Rain (Josh Dun) by RockWithItWriting (1/1 | 377 | Teen)

requested by anonymous:It would be so awesome if you could do a josh dun x reader where they’re calming and it’s either rlly fluffy or really smutty I don’t mind but they like build the tent together and stuff x

word count: 377

warnings: none

Love Through Time, Time Through Love (Josh Dun) by RockWithItWriting (1/1 | 455 | Teen)

requested by anonymous:omg number 19 for the soulmate au with Josh Dun please that would be so good also ur beautiful and I love your writing and it makes me so happy ur great and perfect never change

omg bless you so much -e

word count: 455

warnings: none

It Doesn’t Matter If You Have an A Average or a D Average by zoeleigh (1/1 | 1,005 | Not Rated)

Reader-insert gets a bad grade on an assignment and Josh is there to help afterschool.

Not Your Fault (JOSH DUN) by RockWithItWriting (1/1 | 606 | Teen)

requested by @/josh-dun-imagines: This isn’t a smut imagine if that helps <3 just a Josh dun imagine with lots of cuddling and kissing, where yn and Josh haven’t seen each other in a long time and he just got back from tour

word count: 606

warnings: mentions of death, friend death, car accidents, anger, tears

i’m having a shit time dealing with a situation very close to the one written here and today is actually the viewing for my friend who died so i’m actually a ball of anger (10/6/16)

Relaxation. (Josh Dun smut) by UnicornCooky (1/1 | 1,009 | Explicit)

NA

Amour (JOSH DUN)  by RockWithItWriting (1/1 | 419 | Teen)

requested by @/wolfsxkind : Could you do a Josh Dun imagine where the reader and Josh are on vacation in Paris and it turns out that Josh has amazing French skills and the reader didn’t even know and they have an amazing time in Paris with lots of romance and love?

word count: 419

warnings: none, google translate French

Pretty in Pink (JOSH DUN)  by RockWithItWriting (1/1 | 370 | Teen)

requested by anonymous: Can I request a Josh Dun imagine where he dyes a streak of your hair pink and he makes a mess, but it’s on a livestream and it ends up all fluffy and cute and happy? Sorry, I’m having a rough day. I really love your work xx

word count: 370

warnings: none

Baby Came Home by orphan_account (1/1 | 2,292 | Explicit)

Your boyfriend, Josh Dun of twenty one pilots has just returned home from tour. Because you’ve missed him so much, you decide to give him a little welcome home treat. (originally posted on tumblr by arabellamuerte <3)

Thank God for Josh Dun by fuckmydun (1/1 | 1,375 | Not Rated)

You and Josh have been dating for a year now, and for your anniversary, Josh decided to go big and treat you to an expensive dinner with red wine and a certain someone in a black suit and tie. It goes horribly, but you make-up with a kiss and a small “You owe me”.

You wake up in the very early morning, unable to sleep and Josh treats you to something even better without even trying. Lots of kisses, prominent cuddling, gaming and Red Bull sipping (probably).

‘Don’t be Afraid’ by fuckmydun (1/1 | 3,027 | Not Rated)

'Reader’ (You/your/yours[?]) has a panic attack at a Twenty | One | Pilots concert in the back of the pit and Tyler Joseph helps regulate your breathing (after he takes you backstage) and something about that seems sweet to you, that he would hold off an entire concert for YOU and your “irrelevant” problems, as you tell yourself. You have no idea why, but he makes you feel less insignificant, less lonely, less distant… and little do you know, Tyler smiles because of you after weeks of frowning, constant indifference/unresponsiveness on the outside and crippling depression on the inside.

//panic attack

All Our Friends Want Us To Fall In Love by bloodfest (1/1 | 2,855 | Mature)

You’ve known Josh for around 7 years, which is definitely longer than Tyler has. You were Josh’s first boyfriend way back when, but for some reason he changed when he met Tyler. A few years later, Tyler and Josh dated and kept it a secret from Jenna. They lasted maybe a year or two, but eventually fell apart. They’ve been a little awkward around each other, but they’re mostly okay friends now. You find yourself falling into Josh’s eyes again, and one night he send you a text saying he’s lonely and wants some company. But that’s not the only thing he wants…

Refuge (Josh Dun x Reader) by ThePieIsALie (1/1 | 447 | General)

Inspired by that one interview where Josh said all he wanted out of a partner was to go to the woods and shout Twenty One Pilots lyrics.

Adrenaline Rush by ZombieliciousXIII (1/1 | 1,288 | Explicit)

Tumblr request: “Anonymous: hiii <3 could you do a Josh Dun smut please? like maybe after a show and he’s still all pumped, and super dominate? <3333”

im best friends with my doubt by dancing_mannequins (1/1 | 2,430 | Teen)

ever since you made friends with josh, you were afraid of losing him. he’s too perfect for you, he’s too kind to you. but maybe all of the anxiety clouding your vision is preventing you from seeing the truth - maybe he does like you.

Ride by ZombieliciousXIII (1/1 | 1,039 | Explicit)

Tumblr request: “Anonymous: Hi i was wondering if you could make a sub josh dun smut where you ride his thigh and then ride him or something like that? Thanks!”

Rebound by orphan_account (1/1 | 2,035 | Explicit)

She’s on the hunt for a rebound, someone to break the love spell she’s under, and he’s her friend. Her friend that’s in love with her.

//underage

Dominant Dun by FairlyDemons (1/1 | 761 | Mature)

Josh is on tour and very lonely without his girlfriend. So, one day he facetimes you.

New Beginnings by wentzchester (7/7 | 6,960 | Not Rated)

High School AU where the reader moves from England to Columbus, Ohio.

A Lack of Temperature by VinylPilots (1/1 | 476 | General)

Josh/Reader request from Rachel.

More Monopoly? by thejadevictoria (1/1 | 801 | Not Rated)

NA

Brain rambles .4. by BandsforBreakfast (1/1 | 329 | Teen)

i just really like joshs hands okay

[st0pbeingsad]

Part 3

Whatever feelings I was experiencing before is completely lost.

You greet him “Hi babe. I didn’t know you got off of work so early today.” There was a short pause before she said “This is Samantha. I don’t think you guys have ever met.”

He casually walked into his living room and barley glanced in my direction, before focusing his gaze on you. He just looked at you and said “The boys will be over tonight, so you have to move this little party you guys are having somewhere else”

Wow. I fucking hated him already. I can see why you wouldn’t want to be with him anymore. 

“Don’t worry about it. We will just go out onto the balcony. Is that okay with you Sam?”

I just nod compliantly, Honestly I couldn’t even tell you the first thing about this movie. I really just want to be around you. I get up and straighten out my dress. My head is spinning, but I just really want to get out of this room. I quickly grab the champagne glasses and go into the kitchen to get us refills. 

I think you had the same idea as me with the champagne. Thankfully you had purchased two bottles for this evening. Just as I’m exiting the kitchen the front door opens again. This man about 6′1 walks in and is accompanied by 4 other “Bro” looking types. I honestly wouldn’t be shocked if all their names were Chad.

I inch past them trying to make my way to our little oasis but get stopped by a comment from one of the Chad’s. “Who’s this bro?” I’m assuming he was talking to your boyfriend. “Oh no one. She’s a friend of my girls.” 

My girl. Am I really here trying to steal his “girl” right under his own nose. Well am I even trying to steal her? At this moment I really don’t know. I know we have amazing chemistry, but the timing feels so off. 

I make my way to the balcony without hearing any other comments to block my mind. I open the door slowly and the presence of you is just so comforting. I instantly forget about the frat house that’s starting to build inside. I slide into a chair that's close to you while taking a sip of my champagne. 

We’re both just blankly staring into the darkness being comforted by each others company and the low sound of crickets in the distance. “I’m sorry about him. I didn’t realize he was going to be home tonight, or I would have never brought you here.”

“Why are you with him? You know he doesn’t deserve you right? I don’t even know him name and I know you’re to good for him.” My voice trails off at the end because who am I to be telling you who is or isn’t good enough for you.

You take a deep breath in preparation to have a conversation that you’re clearly uncomfortable with.

“Danny and I met in high school. We were friends for years, and he was always chasing after me. I shot him down for as long as I can remember, because he was always the type of man I didn’t think could seriously commit to me. Then one day we were at a party for our friends birthday and I admit I had a few drinks in me, but he kissed me and I felt something there. Maybe I was feeling desperate, or lonely, but regardless he did fill that void. He was sweet to me and really made me feel like this was going to be something, but once we became serious, and he got comfortable he stopped trying. He hangs out with his boys more then me. He stopped planning a future with me and focused more on himself and his career. I see him texting random girls all the time, but I don’t even get jealous anymore. I know we’re not “forever” but I haven’t been without him in 4 years, and now we have this apartment together and I feel trapped.”

I reach over and put my hand on your leg. You look at me and I can see the tears forming in your eyes through the light coming in from the party that’s happening inside. 

I sat there for a few seconds thinking about what to say to you. I can tell you’re broken, and that just breaks my heart. “What all of that sounds like to me is that you guys just grew apart. It’s very obvious that there used to be feelings there, but I don’t think you guys want the same things in life. You should never settle for that though. You deserve the world on a silver platter. You deserve to be hand fed grapes falling off a vine in the middle of the afternoon on a Tuesday. You deserve to be treated like a queen.” 

As I’m staring into her eyes it hit me that maybe I am trying to steal “his girl” these feelings I’m having for you aren’t just sexual. They’re very much romantic. Even though this isn’t the right time to tell you that. The conformation of those feelings are enough to help you get through this. 

You lean over the small table that’s separating us and give me a small kiss on the cheek. My grip tightens on your leg which seems to cause a reaction in you. 

“I think the most confusing, but also most comfortable thing about all of this is running into you at the mall earlier. I’ve always thought you were adorable. Your brown eyes that turn gold when you’re happy, and your hair that always falls perfectly down your back. Like how could I not be attracted to someone like you. I wasn’t expecting what happened today to happen, and I’m not exactly sure what it all means, but I’m happy I have your hand to hold while I figure it out.

Our gaze is broken when Danny opens the balcony door interrupting us. “I’m going out. Were out of beer. I’m probably going over to Brad’s for the night so don’t expect me to come home”

I roll my eyes because of course his name is Brad. 

I see you nod “ okay goodnight then.” The door shuts as Danny leaves the serenity that you and I have created out here for ourselves. I turn to you and say “ Okay, well I guess that's my queue to go...” before I could even finish my sentence you look at me with the same hunger from earlier “Oh?” you cock your eyebrow at me and show me your infectious smile  “You’re not going to spend the night with me?” 

You’re putting on the most adorable pouty face I have ever seen. I stay quite for a couple seconds “Sam...you’re not going to make me beg are you? I promise it’ll be worth it.” 

Your voice is seductive, but gentle. “ I guess you’re not giving me much of a choice are you?”  

[jessicaingo]

“He Hit Me & It Felt Like A Kiss”

“He hurt me but it felt like true love, Loving him was never enough”

December 13th,2020

When I first heard these Lana Del Ray lyrics, I felt like I had written them myself. It opened my eyes to how I really wasn't the only person who's ever dealt with a toxic relationship before. Unless you've experienced one yourself, You can never truly understand. Ive lost countless amounts of friends due to the fact I chose to continue to be manipulated & never give up on the “true love” I thought I had for my sons father. In their eyes, I was stupid. “All you do is complain! We have told you time & time again” I understood their position then, just like I do now. I get it. BUT I couldn't help my heart. My love for my sons father was like a DRUG. It was an ADDICTION & I WAS OBSESSED. Just like any addiction, you aren't ready to quit until YOU choose to. You can realize the issue is present but sometimes that's not enough. You can't make a life change until YOU & ONLY YOU are ready to. No ones opinion or good advice can help. What DID help me were the friends who were CONSTANTLY there. Supporting me & loving me with no questions asked. Not the ones who gave me ultimatums. “You choose our friendship or him. I’m sorry but I just can't stand by your side with all this drama & you never taking my advice. I don't want to see you hurt anymore” All valid statements.. but It wasn't what helped me get through the abuse. All it did was make me feel like more of a failure. Like I was disappointing everyone in my life who I cared about the most. So I’m grateful for the ones who actually stayed though out the years ALWAYS being a shoulder for me to cry on while I tried to make sense of it all. I know my children & my happiness now days truly make my loved ones FULL of joy. My success & happiness is not just my own, its because of my dear loved ones who helped give me strength. 

But lets go back to the beginning. Back to the start when this abuse all started. Keep in mind, this is the short version. I’ll be going into further detail in my future posts.

I met my sons father in 2015 when I started dating him. Through out the years, I’ve seen all his sides. The good, the bad & everything in between. 

The first time he physically abused me was in Oregon December 2016 at his parents home while celebrating the holidays. His brother & parents witnessed the attack. During that visit, I had become pregnant. In these months awaiting for our first to be born, he did nothing to change his way of life. I gave birth to our first child in October, 2017. Only a couple weeks later, I got a call late at night from an officer who arrested him for a DUI. I had to put my 3 week old son in the car & pick him up from jail. At that time, we both had our own apartments & were not living together. 

After picking him up from jail, I dropped him off at his place. He verbally abused me the entire ride. Never gave me apologizes for having to wake up our baby to come get him. Instead he blamed ME. Blamed me for being the reason why he was driving under the influence. In reality, I had no idea where he was that night. The last text he sent me was he was working late. Keep in mind, he never was around to help me with our son. (I’ll be going into details in a separate post)       I should’ve opened my eyes that night to the fact he was not sympathetic & probably would never change his ways. Instead, I gave him an ultimatum. I told him if he wanted to be a father, he needed to start acting like one. Enough of the cheating, the lies, the alcohol, the drugs. My sons father made a promise he had no intentions on keeping to me as we moved in together. 

Only a couple short weeks after moving in, was the second physically abusive incident. December 2017, This one was the worst. It resulted in me getting the police involved because I was locked away from our two month old son. When the officers arrived, they noticed marks around my neck. I gave them a short statement of what happened but only begged for someone to go into the home to get my son. I never wanted to press charges against him however, the state realized how terrible this behavior was & got involved. This is the case that resulted him being on probation currently. He still blames his probation on me for being the one who got the police involved that night. He never once apologized, even when he saw all the marks & bruises. To this day, he denies ever putting his hands on me in an aggressive way that caused me to loose consciousness.

After getting his DUI, My sons father had to get a Breathalyzer in his car. All that stopped him from doing was from driving HIS car. On nights he wouldn’t come home, I would wake up the next day to see he had taken MY car in the middle of the night so he could continue to drive under the influence. Sometimes he would not bring back my car for days. Once when he did this & I noticed my car was gone, I started to text as well as call him. I tried to explain exactly why I needed my car back so badly. I only had enough formula for the baby to get me through the night & I was planing on going to the store to buy more in the morning. Him taking my car that night kept me from easily being able to provide for our child. He didn’t care. Told me to “Go Puff” deliver some formula & he blocked my number. The next day, he arrived back wasted with my car & holding a bag of mccdonalds. This was when incident three happened. I was vivid. I start yelling, trying to get him to understand why I was so upset. I wanted him to understand how his behavior was poorly effecting not just my life emotionally but his sons as well. He laughed, called me dramatic & threw the bag of mcdonalds at me. As I was angry, I threw it back & told him I didn’t want mcdonalds. I wanted formula for our son... That upset him. His eyes filled with rage & I knew it was too late for me to back down or give him an apology. He grabbed me, started punching me in the head repeating the words “Why won’t you just die already? JUST DIE”. I started to crawl away from him, stood up, woke my son up who was still asleep in his crib. I put my shoes on & left for the store to buy formula. As I’m driving in tears I realized how dizzy I was. I noticed an urgent care next to the grocery store. I went inside & that incident was reported with a doctor. The Scottsdale Police showed up at our home. My sons father automatically thought I had called them. As soon as they left, so did he & I didn’t see him again for weeks. (This is what sparked my first post in October 2018)

After him having little contact with me over those weeks, he showed up at 7:00am on October 5th 2018. It was our sons first birthday & our baby was still asleep in his crib. When he arrived, it scared me. I was not expecting him. I explained I had made plans & was taking our son to go to the zoo for his birthday. I then got up to get ready for the day, as he grabbed me. He told me since our son was still sleeping, we had time... he then forced himself on me while I screamed & cried... A couple weeks later, I found out I was pregnant with our second. My sons father disappeared once again. He had found comfort in a young girl who is born in 2001. At the time, it was just an affair. He eventually came back home December 2018 giving me the same false promises, yet I gave him another chance. I wanted to give him one last opportunity to be a father to my children.

I gave birth to our second in 2019. Brad never changed his ways. I went into labor one week early due to stress. On June 22nd at 2am, I called him trying to let him know I wasn’t feeling well. Brad was out partying, he answered telling me I was “Annoying him & to F- off”... a couple hours later, he finally came home. I went into labor almost immediately after his arrival. Since he was still intoxicated & I had to drive myself while having contractions to the hospital.

A couple months after our second son was born, “we” bought a house & moved into our “Forever Home”. This is when incident four happened. I found out that he in fact, never ended his relationship with his young companion. I should’ve known what his reaction would be if I confronted him. He got aggressive, grabbed me & threw me out of the house. I snuck back inside to get our children. He told me to leave, take the children & go live with my mom in Atlanta, GA. I had to leave everything I ever owned behind, only taking our children & whatever was in my diaper bag.. This was truly the most traumatizing abuse of them all... but it was also the LAST TIME he ever physically touched me. Now days, I find a lot of comfort in knowing that was the LAST TIME. Everyone knows I would've stuck by my sons father through out anything, until the day I died. If he didn't kick me out, I would've never left. 

In my first post back in 2018 I even said “I’ll give him a big THANK YOU. THANK YOU for LEAVING ME. THANK YOU FOR FINALLY DOING WHAT I NEVER HAD THE STRENGTH TO DO.” When I said that, I really had thought he left us for good.. but I took him back always praying one day he would love me like I loved him. I now stand by that statement & truly give him a BIG THANK YOU FOR KICKING ME OUT!

Over a year since this incident, I can TRULY say I’VE NEVER BEEN HAPPIER.

This was my path all along. My children & I are EXACTLY where we are supposed to be & so is my sons father.

xoxo 

[agilenano]

Agilenano - News: Hi everyone! What a pleasure to write a wee blog for my favourite Company; The French Bedroom Company

I decided to speak quite candidly because I think this awful period of lockdown has brought out an honest vulnerability in so many of us, made us stop and think and re-evaluate what we want in life and how to get there. As I heard recently and I believe, it’s nature’s way of pressing a little reset button. The story began when I saw a Chateau in Cognac, SW France. I guess I’m a romantic and you know that feeling when something speaks to your soul, and you simply fall in love? It took me back to my dear Grandfather, who I loved very much, saying to my Grandmother, who he adored… ‘Can you live without it?’ Imagine the scene; they would be in a dress shop where my Grandmother would be trying on yet another outfit in multiple colourways, patterns or fabrics and could not decide what she wanted. My Grandfather’s philosophy and advice was; if you feel like you can’t live without it, then go for it but if you can’t choose or you are in any way unsure, then leave it. With that advice in my head and heart…. I went for it and bought the Chateau! So how did I end up with a massive renovation project in a different country? I was divorced when my children, two daughters, were quite young. It was my choice, and I was determined that they would have as good a life as I could give them. I had married when I was very young, just 19 years old. My husband and I built a secure life together, him climbing the career ladder and me investing in property, restoring, refurbing, styling and selling on. I bought my first cottage at 17 years old for £18,500 to later sell it for £77,000. After we separated, I dedicated myself to bringing up my girls and after many years, met my now partner Brad. He was working internationally in the corporate world, and I had saved my cash from my divorce with the determination to build a business with it. In January 2011, I decided to buy a failing pub in the country in the UK. When I saw the place, I could almost see the tumbleweed blowing around, it had been neglected and seemed to have had its day. My daughters thought I was crazy, but all I saw was this beautiful 17th-century building set in its grounds with several detached outbuildings to work with too. I restored, redesigned it and brought it back to life. Shortly after opening, we were winning awards and gained Michelin Recognition. With 36 members of staff and six years down the line, everything was running smoothly, and business was booming, but I wanted my next challenge. I thought I ought to invest in another property, but I just fancied something a bit different and this time maybe not in the UK. We started to look at what was available in France because it was so commutable from where we were in the UK. I drew a circle on a map outlining the furthest I was prepared to travel from Bordeaux airport, and we lined up a string of viewings. At the end of a long trip, viewing many properties which I could happily live without, the agent said; “Well, there is one property which I wasn’t going to show you because it’s like a ruin”. Those might not be the exact words he used, but that is what I remember. We turned the corner into the gates of the Chateau I knew this was the one. The one I could not live without. I fell hook, line and sinker for its sheer presence, beauty and very sexy curb appeal. It was much bigger than we intended, but I’ve never been afraid to take an educated risk. My theory, after losing my Mother very young, is that you’re a long time dead, so live your best life, take chances to make that happen and push yourself. Running a business in the UK and trying to manage a team of builders in France wasn’t easy! The restoration was massive (still is). The towers had never been lived in, they had no access, so the central roof had to come off. We then redesigned it to allow a continuation of the magnificent staircase up to the tower floor. We took a triple chimney stack out through 4 levels of the house as it was disused and went through the middle of every room below it. We dug out the cellar, ground floor level, down 1.5 feet to allow good headroom to create a cinema room, bar, wine cellar and tasting library, utility boot and hobby room, pool changing room and office with cobbled walkways and stone arches throughout. The work has been massive, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. In November 2019, My Country Inn in the UK was sold by Christies, London as an 11 en-suite guest roomed country Inn with an award winning Michelin restaurant and bar, Kitchen gardens and a beautiful three bedroomed owners cottage with grounds. On the 12th of November 2019, we drove to France in 2 vehicles, with all our belongings to follow. The Chateau was now our home. I played George Ezra’s ‘It don’t matter now’ repeatedly on the journey because, despite the vast undertaking, The Chateau just gives you a sense of peace and that everything is going to be OK. It’s a wonderful place to be, and although we still have a big push to get through before it’s finished, we really are living the dream! The builders have now moved to outside. The pool is under construction, gardens, terracing, wedding and party barns are being renovated. Tone and façade restoration are also on the list goes on, but the delight is, I can now start to have fun with the interior design: furnishings, fabrics and all the beautiful things to style the many gorgeous rooms. The French Bedroom Company is right at the top of my favourite companies for style and quality and is just the perfect choice for the rooms in this place. I cannot count how many times I have swooned over The Palais Royal Avenue French Bed and thought about which other pieces I could add. There are so many that would be quite at home in The Chateau. We are still a way off completion, but every day we are one step closer to opening the Chateau up for guests. Every room I design, decorate and furnish, I think about the happy memories that will be made within these walls; the weddings, birthdays, retreats and all the other celebrations that will add to the story of my Chateau. To follow the story please find us on Instagram @restore_the _chateau The post Restore the Chateau by Julie Berry appeared first on . #Https://www.frenchbedroomcompany.co.uk/blog/category/uncategorised

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[misssophiachase]

Happy Independence Day to all of my American friends!

So, this July 4 themed, modern royalty drabble is very loosely based on Prince Harry’s infamous trip to Las Vegas but different because it’s with Klaroline : )

This is dedicated to my favourite angry baker @megansarah11. Happy belated birthday, luv!

Justice and Independence

Lobby - MGM Grand Hotel - Las Vegas, Nevada - July 3

“Why did you decide to get married on the Fourth of July weekend in Las Vegas again?” Caroline insisted, pushing her way through the throng gathered outside the MGM Grand, bags in hand.

“Because we met at this hotel three years ago on Independence Day. I thought it was romantic returning here to exchange vows,” Lexi replied. “Don’t tell me you don’t remember, Care? You were there when we met, although the margaritas might have affected your memory.”

“Very funny,” she scowled.

Of course she remembered that weekend. Bonnie had been dumped by her worthless, cheating boyfriend and Katherine had convinced the four girls to take a road trip. One that, unbeknownst to Caroline, would end in Nevada. Las Vegas to be exact. Katherine argued that had she told her their destination Caroline wouldn’t have come and she was right. Vegas just wasn’t her style she’d insisted, to which Katherine replied with an exaggerated eye roll.

Caroline wasn’t boring, well that’s what she told herself anyway. She’d always been too busy during college striving for the best grades for her future career and it had paid off. She was the newly-appointed director of a not-for-profit organisation and couldn’t think of a better or more fulfilling way to spend her time. In fact, she was due in Malawi next month to tour the much needed sanitation infrastructure they’d built in one of the poorest villages.

If she was being honest, the overt opulence of Vegas didn’t quite sit well with Caroline. But Lexi was one of her closest friends, so she’d never begrudge her a dream wedding. She’d always liked Matt and had to admit they made the perfect couple.

He was the star quarterback for the San Francisco 49ers and had been on a team trip when they’d met poolside. Their chemistry had been instantaneous and Caroline had never seen Lexi so happy and that look on Matt’s face when they were together was enough to convince Caroline he was equally as besotted.

Feelings aside, Caroline was determined to survive the weekend. She was one of four bridesmaids and knew she had to make this occasion perfect for Lexi.

“Seriously?” Katherine groaned. “What’s with the hold-up? I need to get to the spa pronto and combat this dry skin thanks to this stifling desert air.”

“It shouldn’t be a moment Miss,” the receptionist assured. “We just had an unexpected VIP guest check-in.”

“What are we, chopped liver?” She muttered under her breath.

“Who are you exactly?” Caroline teased, knowing the celebrity was Matt and his teammates, not them. He had a last minute practice session and so was arriving later that day.

“Well, that would explain the traffic madness outside,” Bonnie huffed, placing her bags on the ground with a bang. “Last time I checked I wasn’t your personal porter, Katherine. We’re only here for the weekend, what the hell do you have in here?”

“I need to be prepared for any occasion, Bon. So anyway, who’s this mystery VIP?” Katherine purred, leaning across the desk and exposing some extra cleavage on purpose. “Anyone we’d know?”

“My lips are sealed,” he uttered, his eyes reluctantly diverting from her cleavage. “Looks like your rooms are ready and our wedding planner has said she’ll come up shortly to finalise the details for tomorrow.”

“Hallelujah,” Anna sighed, joining them at the front desk. “I hope there’s going to be a nice goodies basket included too?”

“You practically ate like a three course meal on the drive over, Anna. Do you ever think about anything else?”

“Ah, no,” she grinned. “Come on ladies, let’s get this party started.”

Skyloft Suite - Two hours later

“These lights are bloody impressive,” Enzo whistled, taking in the view of the famous Las Vegas strip from the suite window as the sun slipped lazily over the horizon in streaks of bright oranges and pinks.

“Says the Vegas virgin,” Klaus smirked from his place in the hotel spa.

“We can’t all be Princes and travel the world,” he scoffed. “I’m just a lowly protective services agent who’s lucky to even get a vacation given your gruelling schedule of social events Romeo.”

“You’re welcome to take my place, Enzo.”

Although people liked to think he had the perfect life, Klaus hated all of the unwanted scrutiny and attention his position attracted. His siblings seemed to accept the responsibility far better than he ever had and Klaus was more than happy to let them do that while he enjoyed himself to the fullest, starting with July Fourth weekend in Vegas.

“I’m not sure you mind too much when it comes to protecting Rebekah,” Klaus responded, sending his body guard a knowing smile. Although not public knowledge, the attraction between Enzo and his younger sister and princess was well known amongst their entourage. It had been simmering for some time but the Queen didn’t look too kindly upon such an uneven match for obvious reasons.

“You know more than anyone else about my professionalism,” he responded tartly. It was true and Klaus wished his grandmother could see just what an honourable match he would be for the Princess, if she bothered to get to know him. “Which is why I’m going to tell you…”

“Please, enough with the lectures,” Klaus groaned.

“Well, I wouldn’t be doing my job if…”

“Last time I checked you’re my bodyguard, not my mother, mate.”

“Well, someone has to be, Klaus.”

“You’ve been around Rebekah too long,” Klaus shot back, sending his brother a dirty look. “Now, how about a whiskey? I’m absolutely parched.”

Morimoto Restaurant - Four hours later

“To the Bride and Groom,” Anna toasted, raising her champagne flute in the air.

Matt, Katherine’s brother and Anna’s boyfriend Jeremy and his NFL teammates Jesse and Tyler had arrived a few hours earlier and the bridal party was enjoying the rehearsal dinner at the famed Japanese restaurant at the MGM Grand.

The rest of the table repeated her sentiments, clinking their glasses together in celebration. Caroline felt the tension in her body slowing start to ebb away, finally beginning to relax. That massage at the spa earlier was just what she needed. Maybe a wedding in Vegas wasn’t going to be so bad.

It certainly wasn’t going to be your typical wedding, with only the bridal party attending and the small reception taking place at one of the private cabanas with July 4 themed fare. They wanted their wedding to resemble how they met after all.

“Does anyone know who this mysterious VIP is staying at the hotel?” Katherine asked the table, looking specifically in Matt’s direction. She’d been stalking the hallways hoping to find out who was staying at the MGM Grand but no luck so far. Caroline had to give her friend points for dogged determination and persistence.

“Why are you looking at me?” He baulked. “You know just because I’m a football player doesn’t mean I know every celebrity out there, Katherine.”

“You really need to get over this weird scavenger hunt, Kat,” Caroline implored. “I mean who really cares about celebrities; you know present company excluded and all that.”

“I care,” she pouted. “What if it’s Chris Hemsworth or Brad Pitt?”

“Well, last time I checked Kitty Kat, Chris Hemsworth is happily married,” Bonnie observed. “And Brad Pitt is just all sorts of complicated right now and I never took you for the child friendly type and he’s got like a lot.”

“Plus, aren’t we good enough company for you?” Lexi asked, feigning annoyance.

They’d all laughed off her curiosity as dinner arrived. The girls were staying together overnight even though they had their own rooms. So, Caroline had ventured back to her suite to grab her pyjamas and some overnight supplies.

Given their room was only directly down the hall, Caroline decided to change there, putting on her pyjamas which consisted of a blue, fitted singlet and tiny, white shorts and tying back her blonde waves into a high ponytail. Grabbing her toiletries bag, she opened her room door not expecting the sight that met her in the corridor.

He was stark naked, well except for a cowboy hat placed strategically over his nether regions. Caroline wasn’t sure where to look. His toned physique was nothing short of impressive and those dark, blonde curls, crimson lips and stubble weren’t so bad either.

“Hide me, please?” He pleaded, racing past her and into the doorway wearily, looking back briefly before going inside. “There’s someone I really don’t need to run into looking like this.”

“And yet you feel the need to punish me instead,” she shot back, just as he pulled her inside too and shut the door behind them. Caroline shivered as his pale skin made contact with hers, desperately trying to avert her gaze. “What the hell do you think you’re doing in here?”

“Sorry, I don’t usually make a habit of running into strangers’ rooms,” he apologised. Caroline couldn’t miss his crisp, English accent as he said it.

“And what about running around public places naked?” She asked her eyes fixed firmly on the floor, hoping to avoid anything even more awkward.

“Only when I lose a bet and we’ve run out of ice,” he explained. “I mean the odds of beating a straight flush are extremely rare and…”

“I cannot believe this,” she interrupted, her eyes still not meeting his naked form. “I’m calling the police.” Caroline made her way towards the bedside table and reached for the phone.

“Oh, come on love,” he attempted to reason with her. “There’s no need to be so hasty. This is just a little misunderstanding. You’ll laugh about it later, trust me.”

“I highly doubt that,” Caroline hissed, forgetting about his current state of nakedness and glancing over to meet those blue eyes briefly.

“Please, don’t,” he begged. “If you do, things could get a little messy.”

“Oh really? More than this?” She argued, now placing both hands on her hips. “I’ll give you thirty seconds to explain.” As she stared at him more closely (carefully trying not to peruse any lower than his neck), Caroline was trying to figure out just why he looked so familiar.

“My family won’t look upon this too kindly, I guess you could say,” he uttered feebly.

“So, you’re scared of having to explain this to mommy?’ She scoffed, thinking he was just another rich kid with a trust fund. "Unbelievable.” She picked up the phone, pushing a button and listening for the operator to dial out. “Yes, I’d like the Las Vegas Police Station, please.”

The naked stranger took his opportunity grabbing the phone receiver from her tight grasp, his cowboy hat falling onto the ground in the process. Caroline was too dumbstruck to fight back, whoever this guy was he certainly had some impressive assets. “Oh my eyes! What do you think you’re doing?” She managed to bite out, her face flushed and Caroline knew her skin was now a very deep shade of pink.

“Sorry about that,” he murmured, replacing the receiver and returning the hat over his private parts. “But I, uh, couldn’t let you call the police.”

“Obviously,” she growled. “What do you want? Money or something? Is this some pathetic attempt to rob me?”

“Yeah, I’m your friendly neighbourhood, naked thief,” he teased. “Look, I don’t want your money, I just needed somewhere to hide out but I’ll leave. Any chance you could lend me a robe though?”

“Unbelievable,” she muttered.

“Well, if you’d prefer me like this then,” he smirked, flashing a stray and not so unattractive dimple in her direction.

“I never said that,” she snapped, retrieving the white, fluffy robe from the hooks on the back of the bathroom door before throwing it at him unceremoniously. “In fact, there’s nothing I’d love more than for you to put some clothes on.”

“Not that I’m judging or anything, but you’re almost as bad as me,” he offered, turning his back to her and flashing his taut backside. When it came to a perfect physique this stranger had it all, pity about his weird personality traits.

“And how do you see that?” She growled, relieved to see him tying the robe at the front as he turned back around.

“Well, where were you going in those skimpy shorts and singlet? Booty call, sweetheart?”

“Seriously, you are really going to judge me right now, buddy?”

“I’m not complaining or anything, I was merely stating…”

“Urgh, get out,” she huffed, gesturing to the door. “Wouldn’t want mommy grounding you or anything.”

As soon as he’d left Caroline leant against the door wondering what the hell had just transpired. And why did he still seem so familiar? Caroline wasn’t going to take any chances, placing the other robe over her pyjamas and making her way to Lexi’s suite thinking this was best left between her and the arrogant stranger.

SkyLoft Suite - July 4

“I cannot believe you left the room naked,” Enzo chided, as Klaus consulted himself in the bathroom mirror the next morning. “I take a phone call and go to the bathroom for a few minutes and your idiotic; high roller buddies let the Prince of England go out in public with only a Stetson to protect his modesty.”

“Well, to be fair I did say I’d get the ice if I lost that hand.” Klaus had called some of his wealthy; Las Vegas mates around so they could have a friendly poker match, not expecting it to descend into such frivolity. It was Vegas though and drinking neat scotch all night would do that to a person.

“Naked though? How old are you again? You know anyone could have seen you, dumbass.”

“Well…”

“Well, what? Don’t tell me I’m going to turn on TMZ and find you strolling around the hotel butt naked.”

“I did recognise Nathaniel Lucas, that Royal correspondent from The Mirror, skulking around the place but don’t worry grandma I ran into a nearby suite before he saw me. I’ll have you know that even completely inebriated I still have my wits about me.”

“Well, thank god for your bloody wits,” Enzo muttered. “And you wonder why you need a babysitter?”

“I thought you didn’t like me calling you that?”

“I don’t but it’s true,” Enzo muttered begrudgingly. “Do you think they found out about the wedding and that’s why Lucas was sniffing around?”

“The Groom doesn’t even know I’m coming to his wedding, let alone The Mirror.”

Matt Donovan had unexpectedly become one of his good friends after they met at an English pub when he was playing an exhibition NFL match. They’d started a competitive game of darts and the night had descended into some drunken fun. Given their high profiles Klaus and Matt would usually try to catch up discreetly and avoid the unwanted media attention.

When he’d told Klaus he was getting married and asked him to be groomsman, Klaus had turned him down telling Matt that he didn’t want his and Lexi’s wedding to descend into a media circus. His disappointment at declining never faded though and Klaus decided to make a surprise appearance.

What he hadn’t expected was to turn up naked in some girl’s suite last night. Klaus had to admit that uptight hostility was kind of refreshingly sexy, so too the woman herself. Especially attired in such skimpy clothing. The one thing he’d been relieved about was she didn’t seem to recognise him and they’d no doubt never see each other again.

“So, should I ask about this stranger’s suite and the robe you managed to acquire in the process? I hope there’s no lawsuits pending, Niklaus. I’m not sure the Queen could take it.”

“You are sounding more like my grandmother every day,” he drawled sarcastically. “Now, who’s ready for a nice, summer wedding?”

Forever Grand Wedding Chapel - Three hours later

Lexi looked beautiful. Caroline always knew she would but seeing the strapless, white Vera Wang creation on her was absolutely stunning in this moment. Her blonde hair had been pulled back into a chignon at the base of her neck with a few wavy tendrils framing her face. Pearl earrings complimented the similar embellishments on her dress. Although the reception was going to be a casual affair, Lexi wanted her wedding ceremony to be more traditional.

“Are you ready?” Caroline grinned, passing her the blush pink bouquet of peonies. Anna, Bonnie and Kat were organising some last minute details with the wedding planner leaving Caroline to finalise Lexi’s outfit.

“Too bad if I’m not,” she grinned. “Also, I should let you know that there’s going to be a new addition to the bridal party.”

“Excuse me? You seem entirely too calm for such a big change this close to the ceremony.”

“One of Matt’s friends decided to surprise him and show up in Vegas,” she explained. “I figured I could be a complete bridezilla about this but I know how much it means to Matt. And, let’s just say, it was difficult to say no to this particular addition.”

“Who is it, another teammate?”

“Uh, no not quite,” she uttered. “Anyway, the numbers were uneven and you know how much I like symmetry so that means you and Bonnie don’t need to share Jesse. Although I’m sure he’ll be gutted by that fact.” Given the groomsman had been making jokes in the lead up about having two women to share, Caroline was pretty certain he would be.

“Anyway, we’ll talk about that later. Come on Care, let’s get me married.”

Caroline wanted to ask about this mystery groomsman but if Lexi was relaxed then so was she. Caroline regarded herself in the mirror one last time. Lexi had chosen flowing, chiffon gowns for the four girls, each in a different shade. Hers was a beautiful, peach strapless dress, her blonde hair flowing over her shoulders in loose waves.

As the familiar music began to play throughout the small chapel, Caroline took her position to walk up the aisle after Bonnie. As she made her way to the makeshift altar, Caroline’s mouth dropped unable to hide her surprise.

Standing in a grey suit was her naked visitor from last night. She was surprised she recognised him given he was fully clothed. Unfortunately he looked more handsome than ever and she couldn’t miss the knowing smirk he sent her way. Bastard. Why he of all people was part of the bridal party Caroline would never know.

It was only when she was standing across from him that it hit her with blunt force. She knew exactly who he was and suddenly she felt a little ill thinking back to their conversation the previous night. She decided to blame her ignorance on the fact his state of undress had proved to be a very large distraction.

One hour later and they were dressed down in bikinis (each corresponding to the colour of their bridesmaid gown) lazing by the pool at the intimate cabana venue. Tables were filled with a selection of July fourth goodies including; hot dogs, burgers and potato salad, amongst other things, and a red, white and blue wedding cake to complete the theme.

“I have to admit I’m liking this menu,” Caroline smiled, biting into a slice of fresh watermelon. “But I think we have enough here to feed an army.”

“You forget, we have Anna,” Bonnie teased, watching their friend practically hoover up the food.

“I heard that,” she muttered between mouthfuls.

“At least now we know who the mystery VIP was,” Katherine murmured taking in his appearance appreciatively. He and Matt seemed to be having fun catching up, both seated by the pool with their legs submerged in the water, Coronas in hand. “I never would have guessed royalty though, Matty Blue eyes certainly is coming up in the world.”

“How does Matt know the Prince of England exactly?” Bonnie asked, looking to Lexi curiously. “And who’s the serious brunette loitering over there? I noticed him standing in the corner of the church too.”

“That’s Enzo, his security detail,” she explained. Caroline wondered where his security detail was when he was running around the hotel naked. “As for how they met, apparently it was at the pub. They played some darts, got raucously drunk and bonded. Probably not the most conventional meeting story with a Prince.”

“Who the hell cares how they met,” Anna purred, eyeing him up. It was obviously the only distraction that would make her cease stuffing her face. “He is even more gorgeous in the flesh, especially in those tight….”

“Ah-hem. Excuse me, boyfriend here,” Jeremy interrupted, overhearing their conversation.

“I still think you’re gorgeous, honey,” Anna cooed. “I told you, I love you more than cheese, remember?”

“And that’s saying something, Jer,” Katherine told her brother sarcastically.

“Gee, thanks sis,” he groaned, jumping into the water to join his teammates and spraying them all with water on purpose.

“Mature,” Katherine squealed, wiping the unwanted water from her skin. “But more importantly back to the Prince. It should be against the law to look that good in swimmers.”

“Oh, come on, he’s not that good,” Caroline lied, remembering that body well and exactly what was housed under those swimmers.

“Are you feeling okay, Care?”

“Yeah,” Bonnie agreed. “Has the hot, desert sun warped your mind or something?”

As much as she wanted to agree with her friend’s assessment of his physical attributes give they were in fact true, Caroline knew exactly what a smug bastard he was and had no intention of telling anyone about their unorthodox first meeting. The fact that he represented the royal family and was wandering around naked in hotels spoke volumes about the kind of person he was.

She could feel his eyes trained on her across the pool and she suddenly felt flustered knowing it wasn’t only due to the hot, desert sun as Bonnie liked to put it.

“I’m going for a swim,” she murmured by way of response, slipping into the pool and submerging herself under the water, determined to try and wash him from her mind.

Private Cabana – Ninety minutes later

To say he was surprised to see the familiar blonde walking up the aisle was an understatement. Not only did she look more beautiful than ever, she also happened to know his friend. How, Klaus wasn’t quite sure. But he had every intention of finding out and that was exactly what he did earlier.

“So, you did well, mate,” Klaus said, gesturing to Lexi from his vantage point by the pool with the groom.

“She is certainly gorgeous,” he grinned.

“Well, that and the fact she keeps your idiotic ass in check,” he laughed. He hadn’t known her long but from what Klaus could tell Lexi could hold her own.

“Her and the other four,” he joked. “It’s like I’ve not just gained a wife but four very opinionated sisters.”

“So, she’s known them for a while?”

“Since high school, you couldn’t get four more different girls. Speaking of which, looks like you have a few admirers across the pool.” Matt said, gesturing subtly towards the brunettes checking him out.

Although all very attractive, Klaus was only interested in the gorgeous blonde and by the looks of the complete disinterest on her face, she didn’t feel the same way about him.

“You know I prefer blondes, Matt.”

“Well, you’ve picked the wrong blonde,” he chuckled. “Caroline isn’t your type and she is way too smart to be seduced by you, even if you are royalty.”

“I’m deeply offended by that,” he baulked. “Maybe I don’t want to seduce her. Did you ever think that I might like her?”

“You only met Caroline like five minutes ago, man,” Matt scoffed. “Excuse me if I’m dubious about your intentions.”

What Matt didn’t know was they’d actually met earlier than that. Granted he didn’t make the best first impression but Klaus was hoping to change that and felt like this coincidence was his chance. Unfortunately by the curious glances of her friends, his cover was well and truly blown now.

“Small world, huh?” Klaus offered, joining her by the BBQ to get some patties for his burger. Looking at her in the peach bikini, Klaus couldn’t believe how stunning she seemed to get every time he saw her. That disapproving look on her face wasn’t doing her any favours though.

“Yeah, too small,” she mumbled, her eyes not leaving the meat sizzling away.

“I am sorry about last night, if I’d known…”

“What? You wouldn’t have jumped into my room completely naked last night?” She hissed.

“Well…” he trailed off thinking that it wasn’t the first time he’d placed himself in a precarious situation after a night of drinking.

“Look, I get it,” she interrupted. “If this is because you’re scared of me telling my friends and the Queen or whoever else finding out, then don’t worry.”

“I’m actually surprised you didn’t tell anyone to be honest,” he murmured. Klaus was so used to people using his high profile against him but she didn’t seem to care. “Thank you for your discretion, it means a lot, Caroline.” Klaus had to admit her name sounded heavenly rolling off his tongue and all he wanted was to say it again and often.

“If you must know, I have absolutely no interest in the poor life choices you make.” Caroline looked past Klaus and could swear she saw his sombre bodyguard crack a smile as said it.

“My poor life choices? It was one game of poker. Granted it got a bit out of hand but I’m perfectly fine with my life choices, sweetheart.”

“Well, good for you,” she drawled. “Now, I’m going to go and eat my burger before I completely lose my appetite.”

Klaus watched as she walked away, thinking just how much of a frustrating, holier than thou, pain in the ass this woman was and just how much it made him want her more.

Nhkoma Area Development Programme – Malawi – six weeks later

Caroline sat in the back of the jeep as they approached the village. While it had taken her over a day and a few stops, Caroline was so excited to be there. Her company had been working for months on fundraising for this much needed sanitation project in the Nhkoma area and it was wonderful to see it come to fruition, especially for all the local residents, young and old who were crowded around curious about her arrival.

She jumped out of the jeep, adjusting her wide brimmed hat to ward off the scorching sun. Although extremely hot and covered in flies, Caroline couldn’t wait to see what they’d done and the effect it would have on the community.

“Miss Forbes,” James, the director of the programme came forward to greet her. “Thank you for coming. It’s so good to finally meet you face to face.”

“Oh, please, it’s Caroline,” she smiled, shaking his hand. “It’s my absolute pleasure to be here and see everything first hand.”

“This really is a lifesaving project and will do so much for improving the health of the people here,” he agreed. “They’re actually pretty excited today to have a few international visitors.”

“Visitors?” Caroline asked curiously. Last time she checked, she was the only one who was due to tour the new facilities.

“It was all arranged at such short notice and I do apologise for the inconvenience, Caroline. They were extremely reluctant to reveal too many details to anyone given the high profile of our other guest and the associated security issues as I’m sure you’d understand. ”

“Well, having someone well known to witness this project will be extremely beneficial for this and future endeavours in the area I imagine, James.”

“We certainly don’t begrudge the publicity that’s for sure,” he agreed. “Now how about I show you to your tent so you can drop your bags before our tour,” he suggested, leading her to a nearby makeshift camp and gesturing to one of the tents. “I’ll leave you to get settled but will be back in about ten minutes.”

Caroline smiled in his direction before making her way to the row of tents, suddenly forgetting which one he’d pointed at because they all looked the same. Was it the one on the left or right?

She decided to try one, hoping that no one was already in there if she guessed wrong. Opening up the flap, she peered inside faced with a very naked man, his back to her as he attempted to change. In fact looking at that toned backside, Caroline could swear he was familiar. “Uh, I’m sorry,” she squeaked awkwardly. “Wrong tent.”

Replacing the flap hurriedly, Caroline reeled backwards in shock, and found herself falling back into a very hard chest in the process. She turned around, her face still flushed in embarrassment as she was met with a very serious and familiar face. “It’s you.”

“Well, hello to you too, Miss,” he responded in a strong, English accent, a slight smile tugging at his lips. “Is everything okay?” Caroline had a feeling he knew exactly what was wrong.

“Please tell me that’s Prince Elijah or Kol in there.”

“I think we both know the answer to that,” Enzo said. “You should really get to know the Prince; you might find you have more in common than first thought.”

“That’s highly unlikely,” she muttered.

“Lovely to see you too, Caroline,” a familiar voice interrupted. “And here I thought you’d be happy to see me again. We seem to be developing a pattern.”

“You’re the one who can’t keep his nudity to himself,” she scoffed trying to ignore just how handsome he looked. His stubble had since grown into a slight beard and Caroline had to admit the casual jeans and khaki shirt look suited him.

Not that she’d admit it aloud but Caroline might have googled him a few times in the past weeks. She was surprised to see absolutely no stories or photos of him partying around London. In fact the only one she’d seen was him visiting a cancer ward at the Royal Children’s Hospital. She’d be lying if the picture of him hugging a seven year-old girl with terminal brain cancer didn’t melt her heart. Maybe she’d misjudged his life choices, well only some of them given his nude run.

“Maybe that first time was my fault but I wasn’t the one who walked into my tent while I was innocently changing,” he smirked. All Caroline wanted to do was wipe it off his face.

“It was a mistake,” she spluttered. “Anyway, what is all of this? Are you following me or something?”

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself, love,” he drawled. “I had no idea you’d even be here.”

“A likely story,” she muttered. Before Klaus could bite back, Enzo coughed loud enough to get their attention. They turned around, noticing James standing there watching their lively exchange with avid interest.

“Looks like I won’t need to make any formal introductions then,” he smiled, albeit awkwardly. “Should we begin the tour?”

Campsite - Five Hours later

Klaus sat by the fire and looked around the campsite thinking how different this desert was to the one he’d been in six weeks earlier. He’d actually enjoyed himself for the most part. It was great to see Matt so happy and even though he was convinced Caroline despised him, Klaus couldn’t remember when he’d had more fun with a girl. She didn’t treat him like a Prince and that was something he’d been craving for years. Klaus figured that’s why he wasn’t ready to settle down because he hadn’t met anyone who could see past all of the royal bluster.

Although not widely reported, because it was more interesting for the media to comment on his love life, his real passion was charity work especially with kids. He’d spent a lot of time raising awareness for children’s cancer charities in England and more recently in different parts of Africa to combat children’s health and encourage education.

It had actually been Enzo who’d told him about the new sanitation project in Malawi and Klaus decided to pay them a visit given he wanted to see it first hand and hopefully promote similar initiatives in other parts of Africa.

“Good to see you’ve kept your clothes on this time,” she murmured, taking a reluctant seat next to him on the log.

“The night is still young, love,” he grinned.

“You are unbelievable.”

“And you are entirely too uptight for your own good, Caroline. What is so wrong with having a laugh or making a joke? Last time I checked that doesn’t make me a bad person. Now maybe walking around naked and running into other people’s suites I’ll give you but the rest is all your issues.”

“I was surprised to see you here.”

“For the last time, I didn’t follow you here, sweetheart.”

“I know,” she conceded. “I think your knowledge speaks for itself. Well, that and the fact that James told me about a few of your past initiatives and Enzo mentioned you were looking at trying to get this replicated in other villages.”

“I’m glad you believe other people about me,” he growled.

“Sorry, let’s just say first impressions are very difficult to forget but I’d be willing to declare a truce and possibly work together for the greater good.”

“I suppose that might work,” he turned to face her and offered his hand, not expecting the delicious warmth to spread through his body from one touch. “You know, I happen to be the best ghost story teller of all time. I’m talking spine chilling stuff that will make you jump into my lap in fright.”

“I bet you’d like that,” she groaned. “Okay, just as long as you keep your clothes on everything will be fine.”

Turned out it was sooner rather than later when she saw him naked again but this time neither of them were complaining. Klaus knew he had a certain, nosy bodyguard to thank for matchmaking them and was so glad to see him happily married to Rebekah. Turns out it wasn’t just his sister that had found true love either. His brothers were besotted by two of their very own Americans that Caroline knew well.

It was a cold and wintery morning at their apartment in London two years later, when Klaus got down on one knee completely naked and proposed. He said it was fitting given the way they met and she agreed, although begged him not to tell people that’s how the Prince of England popped the question. Upon agreeing to marry him and become Princess, Caroline’s only condition was that she could continue doing her charity work and Klaus was more than happy to be by her side doing it too.

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2:16 Tradley youtu(.)be/RzErCuyiXKw

Brad placing his hand across Tris at a casual get together plus they are eating the same stuff instagram(.)com/p/BXNeyXSBWdu/

Maybe Tris and Ana are an actual relationship afterall cos she took Millie (Tristans younger sister) shopping. She’ll be getting brownie points for that I guess from Tris. Sigh.

If Bradley asked Tristan to leave/break up Anastasia for him do you think he’d do it?

“In the middle of the night…. I need you” -Brad to Tris.

I realised something. You know back during the Meet The Vamps era, Tradley used to wear like matching bracelets/bands on their wrist (almost identical) and this is when Brad would sit on Tristans lap etc. Fast forward to know Tris wears this pandora bracelet on his wrist indentical to what Anastasia wears. Bradley does not wear anything on his wrist no more. I feel sad now. If only Ana could see what Tradley shippers see.

This magazine is Tradley af instagram(.)com/p/BXRF2oUHddB/

Anastasia needs to really think before she types. Shes basically talking for Tristan as well and saying that they’ve both been working to much so she can’t wait to go somewhere warm with him. I saw her ig story a week ago where she was booking vacation tickets for like the 9th August. I doubt Tris sees his job as “work”. Does she not see how chilled out and happy he is around Brad and the boys? Ana does not understand Tris 1 bit. twitter(.)com/AnastasiaSmith_/status/892688028875067392

I found this (newish) interview and it has so many Tradley moments. Tristans reaction when Brad has to name famous blondes, Brad making musical instrument noises and Tris saying he likes it, Tris tickling and poking Brad towards the end after he makes him lose a point lol youtu(.)be/YyF0MN_T4ec

I’d love to see Anastasia sit through and watch a Tradley moments video. Afterall it is 5 years of Tradley tommorow. I think she’d have a change of heart.

This gives me Klaine wedding feels but its Tradley. The most perfect couple twitter(.)com/DoseOfTradley/status/892725135681212416 twitter(.)com/DoseOfTradley/status/892725063857954822

Jonnor have come as Tradleys best men to the wedding twitter(.)com/radIytradley/status/892726536721137664

Brad helping Millie put on some of his photoshoot clothes while Tris records. This is so cute instagram(.)com/p/BXSxT0VgqQ9/

Anastasia posted a pic of her with a wedding dress on on her sc with the caption “Getting married” :“(

False alarm. On her ig story shes saying she has a two day bridal photoshoot. Phew lol

Gabe, an hour ago Brad on his spotify was listening to Tristans "Come Grind With Me” ASDFGHJKLO TRADLEY IS FOCKING REAL twitter(.)com/DoseOfTradley/status/893449242123137024

It dawned on me last night maybe Tris is actually in love with his Megan Fox lookalike gf? I don’t feel like anybody could stop Tris from getting Brad if he really wanted to date/marry him. It took me a lot of strength to type this as I am a Day One Tradley Shipper.

Tris and Ana are going to Morroco next week. Maybe its time for me to accept that they are in love with each other afterall. Its sad though cos this “love” is one of convience and body heat. It’ll never be as pure and cute as Tradley.

Anastasia is really bipolar. I don’t get Tris anymore too. Sometimes she posts pics of her and Tris kissing and sharing a bath etc. and just now shes uploaded a pic on her story where Tris has his back against her as if he does not want to be there. Its too late now for him to stay anonymous/away from her cos hes on her TL but the funny thing is I can bring out a identical Tradley pic to whatever pic Ana has with her and Tris in on her TL.

I don’t support any band atm. Its too much stress. I’d like to see Tris ditch Ana for Brad but doubt thats gonna happen. I would chose happiness over social status/who society expects a drummer to date. Ana seems like a girl whos won the lottery… he takes her on holidays, buys her new appartments every couple of years, cooks for her, takes most of her selfies when hes home, probably fingers her too. I guess Brad will find someone who’ll treat him better than Tris.

This is a beautiful Tradley ig account to follow instagram(.)com/p/BXGWR5NDQkJ/

If you look at Brads story, Jesse is sleeping on his lap and hes put the caption “mood”. Now the mood of the picture could evoke being tired, sleepy, worn out, rejected etc. It so happens that yesterday evening was the day Ana and Tris set off for their holiday to Morroco. Its not fair on Brad. If I had a bff like Brad I’d take him over Ana. Tris is so stupid. His silence speaks volumes. Why is he making Brad suffer? So much for “Tradley”.

I feel like Tris is gonna celebrate his birthday with Ana in Morroco which sucks tbh. Just more proof that hes putting Brad last on the priority list. I think last year Brad rang Tris and wished him happy birthday rather than tweeting him which comes across a lot more genuine/personal. This was when Brad was on holiday I think to Cyprus and he did a fb livestream from there and told fans he rang Tris and wished him.

See they met 3 yrs ago during the MTVs shoot instagram(.)com/p/m8DDUSEgKK The only pic she has of Brad was from that day when Tradley was at a all high instagram(.)com/p/m7sNIhEgBO Probably their first ever selfie together instagram(.)com/p/m7slZDEgBu

Bradley seems to air thrust a lot on stage. Is he practicing on Tris lol

Tris bought Dobby two years ago.

Damn. Tris really moved hella fast when he noticed Ana was trying to take a mirror selfie in her bikini. Why does he not want to be seen with her?

It looks like Tris was spooning Brad and James was third wheeling lol. This is quite recent too cos its only from June 2017 twitter(.)com/LuciaaCarpenter/status/876030373553164288 twitter(.)com/wardley_hannah/status/876545920489467909/photo/1

½ A lot of my mutuals on twitter and ig have started shipping Ana and Tris and are I find it quite annoying. I know Tris takes most of her pics and records the ig stories but thats cos hes there with her and thats his job. Seeing Tris freak out when he saw Ana recording a ig story just goes to show that he does not want to be seen in public with Ana. Its just not natural bf behaviour. Tris is supposed to be loved up but he always seems uneasy around her cos we all know when Tris likes someone2/2 e.g. Brad, then Tris does not care if the camera is on or not… hes kissed and touched Brad many times in interviews. Hes even picked up Brad, bridal style on red carpets and thats published forever for the world to see. If Tradley was just “act” they should have dropped it by now seeing as they have a #1 album but its not. Even BTS Tradley interactions are cute and genuine af. The magic is still there. I don’t see any btw that so called gf and Tris. I’m sorry but I don’t.

[hueman-blog]

Answering Personal Questions

I made a user I follow, @razzledazzlefoshazzle , answer all of these on his blog. I’m feeling guilty so I’m gonna do it too. I know none of you asked but HERE GOES MY PERSONAL INFO!!!

200: My crush’s name is: Averi 
199: I was born in: Place? Lancaster, PA, USA. Year? 1999 
198: I am really: Bored and unmotivated 
197: My cellphone company is: Apple 
196: My eye color is: Brown 
195: My shoe size is: 8-9 Women’s US 
194: My ring size is: Idk, something little 
193: My height is: 5'4" I’m little 
192: I am allergic to: Stupid people 
191: My 1st car was: Never had one 
190: My 1st job was: Cashier at California Tortilla (a fast food Mexican franchise around D.C.) 
189: Last book you read: Cradle and All 188: My bed is: My safest place, my true home, and also too empty 
187: My pet: Doesn’t do much 
186: My best friend: Is my girlfriend 
185: My favorite shampoo is: Shamu 
184: Xbox or ps3: Deck of cards 
183: Piggy banks are: Cute decoration, inefficient coin collector 
182: In my pockets: I’m in pajamas 
181: On my calendar: Work, as that’s the only thing in my life scheduled. Also a haircut within a few days 
180: Marriage is: Great for legal benefits, stupid for expensive ceremonies 
179: Spongebob can: Please end soon it turned idiotic long ago 
178: My mom: Is abusive (sorry to bring the mood down) 
177: The last three songs I bought were? Who buys songs anymore?? 
176: Last YouTube video watched: History of the World 
175: How many cousins do you have? On my dad’s side, 8. On my mom’s side, no idea 
174: Do you have any siblings? An older brother 
173: Are your parents divorced? Nope 
172: Are you taller than your mom? Probably not 
171: Do you play an instrument? Nope 
170: What did you do yesterday? Absolutely nothing just like every day

[ I Believe In ] 
169: Love at first sight: Nope 
168: Luck: Yes 
167: Fate: Nope 
166: Yourself: Not really 
165: Aliens: Yeah there’s gotta be some life out there 
164: Heaven: No 
163: Hell: No 
162: God: The Flying Spaghetti Monster? Hell yes. Be boiled for your sins 
161: Horoscopes: Nope and frankly if you do I find you uneducated 
160: Soul mates: No 
159: Ghosts: Nah 
158: Gay Marriage: Believing??? In love,??? And commitment??????? Between two people???????? Obviously! 
157: War: Never 
156: Orbs: I believe in Orbeez 
155: Magic: No it’s just science we can’t explain, or illusions we can’t see the entirety of

[ This or That ] 
154: Hugs or Kisses: Kisses 
153: Drunk or High: Music 
152: Phone or Online: Online on my phone 
151: Red heads or Black haired: Black haired 
150: Blondes or Brunettes: Brunettes 
149: Hot or cold: Hot 
148: Summer or winter: Summer 
147: Autumn or Spring: Autumn 
146: Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate 
145: Night or Day: Night 
144: Oranges or Apples: Apples 
143: Curly or Straight hair: Straight 
142: McDonalds or Burger King: McDonalds 
141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: Milk Chocolate 
140: Mac or PC: Mac!! 
139: Flip flops or high heels: Flip Flops 
138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: ugly and sweet are opposites now?? I guess sweet and poor 
137: Coke or Pepsi: Fruit Punch 
136: Hillary or Obama: Obama 
135: Burried or cremated: Cremated 
134: Singing or Dancing: Singing 
133: Coach or Chanel: Money to spend on actual useful things 
132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: Who??? 
131: Small town or Big city: Big City 
130: Wal-Mart or Target: Target 
129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: Both suck, but I’d choose Stiller 
128: Manicure or Pedicure: Manicure. My feet are too ticklish 
127: East Coast or West Coast: West Coast USA 
126: Your Birthday or Christmas: Christmas, I don’t like being the center of attention 
125: Chocolate or Flowers: Chocolate 
124: Disney or Six Flags: Disney 
123: Yankees or Red Sox: What is a sport? How do??

[ Here’s What I Think About ] 
122: War: What is it good for? Absolutely nothing 
121: George Bush: “Mr. President, what are your thoughts on Katrina?” “We’re gonna find her. And we’re gonna bring her to justice.“ 
120: Gay Marriage: Its a marriage between two people in love. Celebrate, but don’t go broke in one day 
119: The presidential election: Media and rich people control it basically, and I’d rather it be an actual democratic popular vote. Trump is a clown and should have never won 
118: Abortion: Its a woman’s right to choose. Personally I think the world is overpopulated anyway and more people should adopt rather than try to conceive 
117: MySpace: Never had one 
116: Reality TV: Scripted, not reality 
115: Parents: Good or bad, they influence your whole life because they were there at the start. Mine went bad and ruined me 
114: Back stabbers: Oh I love them- what?? They suck. No one should be betrayed like that 
113: Ebay: Never used it but it got the ball rolling for Amazon 
112: Facebook: I only use it to message/call my friends, and to see unlimited amounts of dogs 
111: Work: It’s a necessary evil 
110: My Neighbors: Quiet, the only one I met was a total bitch though 
109: Gas Prices: I don’t drive 
108: Designer Clothes: C'mon people there are way better uses for your money 
107: College: Shouldn’t be expected of teenagers 
106: Sports: Boring, overhyped, the players overpaid 
105: My family: Worthless, judgmental pricks 
104: The future: Uncertain

[ Last time I ] 
103: Hugged someone: Sunday (3 days ago), when my friend picked me up from work 
102: Last time you ate: Italian ice about 1.5 hours ago (8:15pm) 
101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: A month ago 
100: Cried in front of someone: A month ago maybe?? 
99: Went to a movie theater: Many many months ago 
98: Took a vacation: A year ago 
97: Swam in a pool: Two years ago? 
96: Changed a diaper: Never 
95: Got my nails done: My 16th birthday I think (almost two years ago) 
94: Went to a wedding: Eight years ago? 
93: Broke a bone: Never 
92: Got a peircing: I was 14 and got my ears pierced (almost 4 years ago) 
91: Broke the law: Never 
90: Texted: A minute ago

[ MISC ] 
89: Who makes you laugh the most: My friend Brad. He’s so inappropriate but his jokes I cannot stop laughing at 
88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: Not paying bills other than Internet 
87: The last movie I saw: Coraline 
86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: Moving to California 
85: The thing im not looking forward to: Paying for rent in California 
84: People call me: To friends: Lys. To family: Alyssa. To my girlfriend: Lyssy. To everyone else: annoying 
83: The most difficult thing to do is: Get up out of bed every day 
82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: Nope I do not drive 
81: My zodiac sign is: Cancer 
80: The first person i talked to today was: My friend Jessica 
79: First time you had a crush: Preschool, this boy in my class Marshall 
78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: Myself 
77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: Yesterday, idk? 
76: Right now I am talking to: My phone in the way of typing 
75: What are you going to do when you grow up: Survive hopefully. I also wanna be a flight attendant 
74: I have/will get a job: Have a job as assistant manager of an arcade 
73: Tomorrow: I’m going food shopping and seeing my annoying cousin Barbara (she has two boyfriends and they both treat her like shit. It’s not poly it’s just cheating) 
72: Today: I actually made a meal that was nice 
71: Next Summer: I’ll be living in California 
70: Next Weekend: I have to face my parents for the first time since February. I hate it 
69: I have these pets: A ball of moss named Mo 
68: The worst sound in the world: My girlfriend crying 
67: The person that makes me cry the most is: My father 
66: People that make you happy: My girlfriend Averi 
65: Last time I cried: A few weeks ago?? 
64: My friends are: Averi, Raven, Jessica 
63: My computer is: My phone 
62: My School: Is nonexistent 
61: My Car: Is also nonexistent 
60: I lose all respect for people who: Hate on others for no reason 
59: The movie I cried at was: Toy Story 3 
58: Your hair color is: Black 
57: TV shows you watch: None 
56: Favorite web site: Tumblr usually 
55: Your dream vacation: California 
54: The worst pain I was ever in was: Once I got constipated a few months ago for 48 hours. I screamed 
53: How do you like your steak cooked: Medium 
52: My room is: Either super messy or super clean. Right now messy 
51: My favorite celebrity is: Jacksepticeye 
50: Where would you like to be: In my girlfriend’s arms on a beach 
49: Do you want children: Right now I don’t think I ever would but if I ever did I’d adopt 
48: Ever been in love: Yes I am now 
47: Who’s your best friend: My girl 
46: More guy friends or girl friends: Girl friends 
45: One thing that makes you feel great is: Sleeping 
44: One person that you wish you could see right now: AVERI 
43: Do you have a 5 year plan: Stalin did 
42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: Nope 
41: Have you pre-named your children: I did with my ex. Never again 
40: Last person I got mad at: My grandmother 
39: I would like to move to: California 
38: I wish I was a professional: Sleeper [ My Favorites ] 
37: Candy: Swedish Fish or Nerds 
36: Vehicle: Volkswagen Beetle 
35: President: Biden 
34: State visited: California 
33: Cellphone provider: Cricket 
32: Athlete: Me, running from my responsibilities 
31: Actor: Eddie Redmayne 
30: Actress: Anna Kendrick 
29: Singer: Laura Jane Grace 
28: Band: Against Me! 
27: Clothing store: Thrift shops 
26: Grocery store: Safeway 
25: TV show: Adventure Time 
24: Movie: Wall-E 
23: Website: Pornhu- I mean Tumblr 
22: Animal: Red Panda 
21: Theme park: Disney World 
20: Holiday: Christmas 
19: Sport to watch: Extreme Chess Mega X 
18: Sport to play: How Late Can I Get Up Before Concerning My Family 
17: Magazine: :enizagaM 
16: Book: The Underneath 
15: Day of the week: Saturday 
14: Beach: Any beach 
13: Concert attended: Fall Out Boy x Paramore 
12: Thing to cook: Pasta with alfredo sauce 
11: Food: Bacon egg & cheese on a bagel 
10: Restaurant: TGI Fridays 
9: Radio station: Night Vale Community Radio 
8: Yankee candle scent: Ass 
7: Perfume: Averi’s 
6: Flower: Averi 
5: Color: Orange - the color of Averi’s voice 
4: Talk show host: John Oliver 
3: Comedian: Bo Burnham 
2: Dog breed: Corgi 
1: Did you answer all these truthfully? Hell yeah I wouldn’t lie to you

[halethesourestwolf]

Pass the happy along! When you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy and then send it to the last 10 people in your activity feed 💕💕

This is a lovely thing to pass around, so thank you for passing it along to me! We all need a little more happiness in our lives, and to list a few of the things that keep us going right now is a beautiful thing. So, I’m going to do this before I crawl off to bed, let’s ignore the fact it’s 6am, oops, and then tomorrow I’ll pass it along when I’ve got the brain function to do it properly.

1. My animals. I love them to pieces! My beautiful and precious dogs who I would be lost without (Toshiko, Ianto, and Damon - they’re all special in their own little ways), my wonderful cat who deserves so much better (Rupert, my precious kitty who was born with his back legs backwards and still lives life to the full), and my three remaining guinea pigs who are the most ridiculous creatures in all the best ways (Brad, Ray, and Poke - I miss their brothers Nate and Walt every day). Animals in general make me so happy, because they’re such innocent creatures, and so many of them deserve better - they deserve everything.

2. Emmerdale, and, especially, Robron, because in spite of all the weirdness that’s been happening and still doesn’t make sense half the time, I do love this show, it’s been with me since I was born, it’s the only soap that’s ever really meant the world to me because it’s Yorkshire based and the rest of the UK forget we exist most of the time despite being the biggest county in the country, so I’ve always loved that we at least have this. And our boys, I would be lost without them, too, because they’re idiots, but they’re our idiots. They’ve both been through so much, and I live for the day when they see happier times (or when someone writes the fan fic and I devour it, either way). I love everything about them, especially their flaws, even when they threaten everything they’ve been working towards. I could write pages on them, but I’m half asleep right now, and not coherent enough to do them justice.

3. This fandom. I’ve been in a fair few fandoms over the years (Harry Potter, Supernatural, Teen Wolf, Mavel, etc. - all with so much more unnecessary negativity and horridness), but I can honestly say I’ve never come across one with half as much passion at this one, or as much talent - from the fan fiction and fan art, to the theories and headcanons, even the notes and tags people write hold so much thought and care for the show and the characters, and everything between, even in these dark times there’s been so much more positivity than negativity, there’s been so much laughter in the face of adversity, it’s such a beautiful thing to be allowed to take part in. But, most of all, the people themselves. I’ve never been welcomed into a fandom the way this one has welcomed me, I’ve never made friends quite as easily, and I do struggle with that, but I’ve been accepted so easily, met the loveliest of people, and I wish we could all meet up in this wonderful world and all be amazing together, but Tumblr is still more than enough. I love each and every one of you, and to everyone who’s given me the time of day, who’s listen to me ramble on, or who’s just generally supported me either with fandom things or me things in the smallest of ways, thank you. I appreciate all of you, and everything everyone does.

4. Writing. I know I’m not all that good at it, and I keep the best things I write to myself most of the time because I’m too terrified of the world ripping my happy places to shreds, but picking out ideas, grabbing hold of them for all they’re worth, and building all these thoughts and feelings around whatever characters I’m working with (either my own or someone else’s creation), the worlds they live in, and the plots that always get carried away with themselves. I love sitting down and writing out about all these other people, places, and things, because I’m rubbish at knowing what I’m thinking or feeling about myself most of the time, I struggle to connect me and the world together, to know what emotions it is that I’m feeling or to see clearly what it is I’m thinking, and yet I can so easily know and be aware of these fictional character’s thoughts and feelings, their motives and plans, and it keeps me going. It’s an escape, but it’s also so much more than that. It’s what I live for when I’m struggling to find things from my own little world to keep going for, it helps me to heal in a way nothing else ever has, and it helps me to figure myself out along the way and to learn new things when I’m in research mode, things I never would have considered otherwise.

5. I’m honestly struggling for a fifth, so I guess just general things that mean a lot to me like books and telly shows that I can connect with, the beautiful parts of natural, the sun, moon, and stars, and all the mysterious still out there waiting for me to discover, because there’s always so much to learn and I know I’m behind in that area, it’s just a nice thought that there’s still so much to find out about the world and everything in it. And I’ll probably think of something obvious I could have put for this last one later, but I’m tired and brainless right now. Oh! My bed, I love my bed, it makes me happy, even when it’s uncomfortable and not cooperating, it’s a beautiful place to be. So, I guess, sleep (when it’s available to me, at least, because, life-long insomniac here), and whatever place allows me to find it.

And with that, I’m off to bed. It’s been an amazing day, celebrating Robert Sugden’s birthday has been such a wonderful and amazing thing with all of you lovely people, so thank you for letting me be a part of that.

[daysoutwithbex]

12 months of 2017

12 live shows seen 11 months of living in my little flat 10 kg of Nutella eaten 9 new albums bought 8 months of being in a fabulous choir 7 books read 6 holidays 5 kg of chocolates brought back from Zurich 4 afternoon teas 3 new countries visited 2 outdoor cinema trips 1 hell of a year.

It’s my annual round up of the year. Why? Because it seems I like to dwell on the past a lot; but I’m slowly learning that that is not always a bad thing, it’s how you look at and learn from the past that’s important. However, this year has been remarkably better than 2016, despite my brain telling me on most days that it’s a terrible day, week or month. Looking back, it hasn’t been half bad. I have rocks for friends.

As with every January, I celebrated my birthday with friends and lots of food. There was snow on my birthday - and everyone knows how I feel about snow. I’m quite vocal about it! However, trying to drive back from a meal in Mold was not as fun as one would anticipate in snow. But we had had a lovely meal and an amazing waffle, so not much could go wrong after that.

February was a month of celebrations too. A trip to Iceland where we saw the Northern Lights, albeit very briefly, LOTS of snow, a day in the Blue Lagoon, round trip to Gullfoss waterfall and a flat completion date set. My first concert of 2017 was in Iceland too, in the beautiful Harpa music hall. First of far too many (some might say!). All in the first four days of the month. Surely a good omen. My search for the best waffle, or at least one that beats Leeds markets ones, came to an end with a little van outside the  Hallgrímskirkja church. The bar has risen! The last day of the holiday was World Nutella Day, so it was only appropriate to have a Nutella hot chocolate and take pictures of Nutella with some Nutella!

I’ve always had a ‘thing’ about the 10th of the month, as quite a bit seems to have happened on the 10th of a few months over the last few years. 2017 was no exception, when after six months of waiting, I FINALLY got the keys for my new flat that I could call my own. No more sleepovers and begging for a sofa/bed! And the dog could live there too, where she well and truly rules the roost! I got to decorate (my decorating goes as far as pinning pictures up on the wall) exactly how I wanted to and don’t have to worry about blu tack marks or having to fill in holes from nails or screws (which I always do very professionally, I might add)! Also, I finally had space for a music room which was essential.

We won’t get in to the Six Nations!

My first theatre show of the year was Grease in March. It was also an excuse for a catch up, more food and the most amazing cakes and cheesecake I have ever eaten. I started making marmalade, purely because I could, and had jars of the stuff for months. Luckily that fad didn’t last long and space in my fridge was once more. I started looking after plants and they are still alive; bar one. They are cacti and require minimal attention, but they are hanging on in there and growing well!

I started reading the most inspiring of the books I read this year; “Mad Girl” by Bryony Gordon. It’s an insightful and honest account of living with mental illness. It’s reassuring, honest and witty and makes anyone realise that there is no such thing as normal. It’s far too easy to compare life to everyone else’s and think that you are not “normal”. I’m not normal anyway, and by everyone else’s (I shouldn’t tar everyone with the same brush - a lot of people’s) standards, I would get sod all done if I was!

In April, I bought Nutella a fluorescent raincoat, and she was not a happy bunny! I think she instinctively knew that she looked a bit silly, but there was no way the flat was smelling of wet dog, so silly she may look! Brad Paisley released his best album to date and I have a prized autographed edition to add to my collection. Another theatre show in Manchester at the Palace Theatre to watch Wonderland. An obligatory afternoon tea date in the Townhouse Hotel too made a lovely day.

My favourite new creation was a volcano pizza, which I encouraged and made Dad make beginning of May. I also took advantage of my youthful appearance when the election came around and canvassers needed to speak to the homeowner. Seeing as “my parents are at work” and they assumed I was “at school”, I couldn’t help them, so I had a lovely quiet evening! After a lot of planning, I finally got to show up as a belated birthday present for Emerlee in Gran Canaria (whether she liked it or not; sorry!), but I think Adam and I did well to keep it quite for so long. I also got a little bit of sun and a lot of sunburn including a permanent hand print shaped burn on my leg to prove that I had been there - still visible! To finish off the month, another theatre show; Sister Act, but this time, in Llandudno.

June was the eventful Ikea-trip day, when I bought ready assembled shelves because they were so much cheaper, but didn’t factor in that my flat is significantly smaller than a bloomin’ showroom! Luckily, with four heads thinking, there is always a solution and they live happily ever after in the music room and will never ever leave! I bought the dog some stylish Converse - again, she hates them, but I have some beautiful pictures! I also had a meltdown and a right rant at the Guardian, which was entertaining to say the least. Nothing resolved, but I won’t regret not speaking up, at least?!

As with most months gone by, July brought a new show; Annie in Piccadilly Theatre, London with Miranda Hart starring. Literally nothing that could go wrong there! Also managed to squeeze a couple of visits to Criccieth, and shamefully haven’t been back since. I got to celebrate a special birthday and celebrated World Chocolate Day - of course. I also met Prince Charles at work. As you do.

Then August was here, and it was great! It started with Friends Fest. What’s not to love there? And the following day I set of to Zurich, where I had the most amazing holiday and also got to have a quick trip over to Vaduz, Liechtenstein. Ate far too much cheese and chocolate and came home with no less than 5kg of chocolates.

There was a couple of visits to the outdoor cinema, first to see Moana with my “adoptive family”! - I have never ever laughed so much in a film that isn’t a comedy, but everyone was wearing earmuffs, so it was fine! Then we went to see Fantastic Beasts and I made the major error of taking the dog. A nuisance to say the least. She tried to pull to eat people’s pizzas, wouldn’t stop whining and ate the people next to us’s packet of turkey slices. One woman looked Nutella in the eye and ‘shushed’, which didn’t make a blind bit of difference BECAUSE SHE’S A DOG. She’s staying home next year. The dog, not the woman.

I took another trip to Manchester to see Maddie & Tae in the Ritz, and they were fantastic. Though the countdown to their next album is killing me! I finished off the month in Hickory’s and a stomach full.

Mam and Dad went on holiday in September so I had two dogs under my supervision, and I got to go ten pin bowling with John. We celebrated his 22nd birthday and had a lot of food, again! We managed to escape the escape rooms in Chester with barely seconds to spare (I’m sure TMO would say we did not succeed!) I also went to a jungle birthday party, ate a lot of cake and had a lot of fun. We even had a karaoke session in the car, though I think the whole of North Wales would have heard the speakers and Little Mix booming - I was not in charge of the music, I hasten to add!

The boring part of the month was buying a new fridge freezer and in October it was delivered. Being an adult is great. Back to what I live for - I saw Little Big Town in Bristol on the 3rd and Lady Antebellum, with Kelsea Ballerini opening in Manchester on the 4th of October. I caught a guitar pick at LBT which is now sitting pretty with my Lady Antebllum and Band Perry picks, and I managed to high five Charles Kelley of Lady A when he was walking through the crowds. October was off to a fantastic start.

The next trip, a couple of weeks later was with choir down to London. I obviously took advantage of the situation and made a weekend of it. I saw Les Mis, Wicked and Lion King in succession. Also this month, one of my neighbours tried to give a fish away.

My final concert of the year was in November when I went back down to Bristol to see Maren Morris. A quick look in the Bristol markets to get some churros was mandatory too. The next concert we go to and don’t get to the front to lean on the security bar will be a massive disappointment, as I genuinely cannot remember the last concert I was not with perfect view with not a head in front of me! I finished off the month the same way I started December - with choir. Two very different, but very fun gatherings. Both involving food, so that is always a winner for me.

There was a lot of snow for a short period of time, but I am proud to say that Nutella is just as excited as me about it, although I did not care for her whining and longing stares out the window at the flurrying outside. We had a fabulous time at Robert’s 50th surprise, which was pulled off spectacularly. But we won’t speak of what happened after!

Pentatonix did another Christmas special, and it is the only thing that makes me feel Christmassy ever! Which leads on nicely to my spur of the moment holiday arrangement. I am far too excited to be going to see Kirstie Maldonado, of Pentatonix, on Broadway in March. I will cry.

I managed to nail next year’s Christmas card picture, so you can all wait with baited breath for next year’s masterpiece!

The final few weeks of the year, I caught up with my favourite family, ate a lot, laughed a lot and will be watching closing out the year watching The Greatest Showman tomorrow.

Looking back, especially at the good times, is always nice. As part of a management programme, a recommendation I’ve been given is to take a photo a day of anything that makes me smile, so I’m going to try and see how it goes and if it makes a difference. Keeping a diary didn’t last very long this year, but a heck of a lot of pictures has built this essay and a half!

Now I’m off to plan my Copenhagen and New York trips as they’ll soon be here.

If you’ve read this far, bravo! And a forewarning, a photo a day in 2018 means you’re all in trouble!

Life in lyrics: “It doesn't matter if your days are long, It doesn't matter if your night's gone wrong, Just grab your hands and stomp your feet and sing it” (Sing, Pentatonix)