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Of Tiger Diamonds & Dripping Gold (M)

word count: 7.1k

genre: smut; slumlord/pimp! au + established relationship

pairing: reader/jooheon

warning(s): mentions and depictions of murder, blood, drugs, prostitution, slurs, very rough sex and all else that comes along with being a pimp/slumlord. please don’t read if this or anything along these lines bothers you, thank you.

a/n: there are several warnings with this fic, it is drastically different than my usual writings and therefore i feel as if i should warn readers before hand so please make sure to read them before reading the fic.  

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Flood my Mornings: Service

Notes from Mod Bonnie:

  • This story takes place in an AU in which Jamie travels through the stones two years after Culloden and finds Claire and his child in 1950 Boston.
  • Previous installment:  Thanks (Thanksgiving and Bree’s Birthday)

Late November, 1950

[CEBF]

“Bath time, little smudge!”

Bree squealed and, like a shot, went barreling toward the bathroom. Turning two years old seemed to have turned on a tap of perpetual energy from on high: energy to throw tantrums, energy to hate going to bed, energy to form VERY strong opinions about what she did and did not plan to eat, and so on, and so forth for all time. 

However, she had also decided she loved baths, and by the time I arrived at the tub myself, she was already standing on the bathmat, triumphantly nude and brimming with expectation with her toys in hand. I laughed and kissed the top of her head. “One minute, you goofy girl.” 

I poked my head briefly into the living room. “Do you want bath duty or bedtime duty tonight?”

“I’ll take bed, if it’s all the same to you, Sassenach,” Jamie said, looking up from the rolltop. “I’d like to get the rest of the bills paid and ready for tomorrow’s Post.”

“Fine by me,“ I said, taking the chance to stretch my back, already thinking of plopping into bed as soon as humanly possible. “Thank you for handling those, sweetheart.”

“’Course,” he said with feeling, rising and kissing my forehead. “How are ye feeling?” 

“Pretty well, at the moment,” I said, pleasantly surprised, now that I thought about it. “Like death, this morning, but I haven’t vomited once since lunch!” 

“Victory, indeed,” he grinned, kissing me, long and sweetly. 

MaMAAAA?” bellowed Bree, her voice bouncing ghoulishly around the bathroom walls. “Come’on do insee’pyder, please!”

“I’m being summoned,” I murmured against his lips. 

“Go,” he whispered. “Heaven forbid ‘insee’pyder’ have to wait.” 

“Oh,” I called when I was halfway back down the corridor, “I think the electric bill came today. It’s on the counter by the phone with the rest of today’s mail.”

“Thank you, mo ghraidh,” he called back. 

Tub filled, baby inserted, bubbles abundant, I knelt beside the tub and swirled my hands in the warm water. Bree beamed up at me, ready: “GO! Insee’pyder, Mama!”

Alright,” I said dramatically, reaching for the green plastic sandbox bucket and scooping up water as I sang: “Theeeeeeee ITS-Y-bit-sy spiiiiiider went UP the water spout ….”

I raised the bucket theatrically. “Down came the raaaaaain AND—”

The payload released on, “WASHED the spider out,” dousing Bree with warm, soapy water. 

Fizzy giggles emerged through the waterfall pouring down her scrunched-up face as I sang on. “Out came the suuuun and dried up all the rain, and the ITS-Y-bit-sy spiiiiider went UP the spout—?”

“—AGAIN!!!” Bree finished, knowing the drill and LOVING it.

We had just finished washing the shampoo-spider from her hair and ANOTHER rendition was demanded, when Jamie’s voice came from the doorway. “Sassenach?” 

“Yes, darling?” I said absently, reaching for the bar of soap Bree had just knocked into the water. 

“What is the ‘selective service?’”

My blood froze absolutely cold. I whirled on my knees to gape at him, praying that it was a newspaper clipping in his hand, or one of his library books, or—

But it was a letter bearing the words ‘Department of Defense’ across the top. The truth was written on his face, the tightness of his voice, the rigid set of his jaw. “Tis the forced conscription for the war in the east, aye?”

“Jamie—” I staggered to my feet, praying in blind panic. Please, God, no. “Jamie—Please tell me—you haven’t been—?”

To Mr. James Fraser,” he read, 

“According to our records, you have not yet registered with the Selective Service, as is required of all permanent residents of the United States. 

Please report no later than December 15th, 1950 to the enlistment station named below for registration, or risk revocation of your residency status with the Department of Immigration. 

Sincerely…”

Jamie trailed off, his face a mask of control I hadn’t seen in many years. The sight terrified me to my core—his face of duty, of danger, of great burdens to be borne.  

My hands were shaking as I reached for the letter, as I scanned it wildly for some salvation. “But you’re—you’re not even a citizen! They can’t just force you to go off and fight in their wars!”

“Apparently they can,” he said stiffly. “’All permanent residents,’ it says.”

“Jesus…” There was no way out. “Jesus—fucking—”

“FUN-KING!” Bree squeaked from the tub, sounding immensely pleased. Normally, that would have incited riotous laughter, then stern admonishment and promises between Jamie and I to guard our words more carefully. But we barely noticed. 

My blood pounded so loudly in my ears I could barely hear myself blurting, “We could go to Canada." 

He cocked his head in question. “They dinna fight wars there?”

I gave a jerking shrug. “They don’t usually start them, at least.”

“That’s the coward’s way,” he whispered, his face still stone. “I canna just run.”

“And why not?” I demanded, my voice treacherously close to both tears and shouting.

Why can I no’ take the coward’s way?” The mask wavered, showing his scorn. “Christ, Claire, do ye no’ ken me at all?” 

“And do YOU not know me?” I shouted. “Do you not have the faintest idea what it DID to me to—” It took only the cracking of my voice for the panic to overtake me completely in wracking sobs as my hands went feral. “ —to let you go to your death? For a cause you—shouldn’t even have been dragged into in the first place?? I w—” I choked. I was mere inches from his face, but I could barely see him through the tears. I wrenched a breath from my throat. “—WON’T, do it—again—do you—hear m—?”

Jamie suddenly snatched me hard against him, his voice a cracked moan of despair through his own sobs. “I know, mo chridhe…I know….”

I buried my face in his chest, and could only croak, “Jamie—”

He tried to say something, but couldn’t get a word out. 

We clung to one another with every ounce of strength, swaying and weeping for a long time, until —

“I’m scairt of this, Sassenach.” 

His breath was hot and gasping in my hair. “God, I—dinna want any part of it…. The thought of leaving ye….the—” He let out a sob, and I could feel his tears against my temple, the resonance of his words in my chest. “—Christ, the bairns—” 

He buried his face in my shoulder. “I’m so scairt, Claire.”

“What’s you scairt, Daddy?”

We turned to see Bree standing in the tub, still naked as you please, looking up, stricken.

With a small sound that broke my heart, Jamie released me and crossed to the tub. He lifted his daughter up into his arms and pressed her against his chest, not seeming to notice that his shirt was instantly soaked.

“Daddy? What’s you scairt?” she repeated. 

I had to clamp my hand over my mouth. He clutched her tighter, rocking her, focusing his entire being on love of her. 

“Use-r words, Daddy.” 

Despite everything, he choked out a laugh at that. 

“I’m scairt,” he answered hoarsely after a moment, “of having to leave you and Mama, a chuisle.”  

“Oh…” 

I came and wrapped my arms around them both, trying so very hard not to slip into panic. This—this was my home, these three people I held—That it might be ripped from—

“Dinna leave though’kay?” Bree demanded, glaring sternly at him. “Okayyyy, Daddy?”

Okay?” I seconded in a feeble whisper.

He let out another weak, broken laugh and leaned down to kiss us both. I could feel his chest shuddering with the sobs he was suppressing. 

The words were in Gaelic, breathtakingly quiet, and he repeated them over and over.

 "I won’t…I won’t.”

When he drew back a long, long time later, his eyes were dry. “Now,” he said, kissing Bree and wrapping a towel around her shivering back, “let’s get ye ready for bed, wee cub. Which storybook shall we have, tonight?”


[JF]

Jamie resolved never to let Claire or Brianna see his fear of this ever again. 

“I’ll go tomorrow to register my name,” he said firmly to Claire as he held her in their bed that night, “but it willna come to anything, Sassenach.” There are millions of folk they’ll call up before me.” 

“You don’t — ” 

“Dinna fash, mo nighean donn,” he crooned, kissing and soothing away her fears. “I’m staying right here—We’ll no’ be parted—I’m right here—”

But he lay awake far into the night and most nights to follow, praying with all his soul.

Please, God….

Please….

Dinna take me from them.

Please….

Please…..


[more to come]


From the prompts: 

@dlouise2016 said: This may not be appropriate for FMM but in response to your request for Jamie “firsts” & since he is only about 27-28, there was a military draft going on at the time for the Cold War & the Korean War. Since Jamie was certainly a warrior, he must have some strong feelings about war & Claire definitely would with her WWII experience  

@chechzooo suggested: Staying out of the draft

IT'S A BABY, THAT'S WHAT IT IS, or: we are having a tiny human real soon and we're not telling you what it is then either

“Do you know what you’re having yet?”

Friends, the way we see it, you don’t know what you’re having till the kid is old enough to tell you what they are.

To my surprise and pleasure, most people I’ve said this to have chuckled and agreed. And I mean, random people like neighbors and cashiers. Not hand-picked friends and loved ones.

(The latter have also been awesome; all of them we’ve told have been like, “that makes perfect sense,” or “I would expect nothing less.” Which is why they’re our friends.)

I do wonder how people will react, though, when we have the baby, and still won’t tell them “what it is.”

I thought this would be a good time to brainstorm what that means to us, and how we’re going to handle it.

The first and foremost thing is:

- There are a ton of good, solid studies that show that when people are told a baby is a boy or a girl, they talk to it differently and even hold it differently. Without even knowing they’re doing it.

- In a very nutshell: people hold babies they think are boys less closely, and talk to them in ways that are less nurturing, and less responsive. Even when they don’t have any intention of doing that.

- People tend to treat babies they think are girls with more emotion and nurturing. But also praise them more for being quiet and looking nice, while praising boys more for their actions and strength.

- no thanks

- Sure, statistically it’s probably “safe” to assume the baby will identify with whatever gender we think it is.

- although I don’t think those statistics are as high as we tend to think they are

- The risks in just picking a gender for the kid, and hoping it’s right, are comparatively low for that majority of kids where you ARE right.

- Basically, there are no negative consequences if you’re right, EXCEPT for the negative consequences of people’s unconscious baggage around gender roles.

- But they’re VERY high for the minority of kids where you’re wrong.

- And we are lucky enough to live at a time when we have access to lots of stories from people who tried to tell their families at a very, very young age that they were a different gender.

- So we now know that even when kids do get listened to and get to live as their correct gender at a very early age, they suffer intensely before that. Including when they’re too young to put their feelings into words, but are being gendered at every turn.

- It seems to us, after much consideration, that there is zero risk in not gendering the kid. In using gender-neutral pronouns, and letting them wear whatever they enjoy.

- And letting them know, as they learn to speak, that we can call them by any pronouns they want, and that they can change that for any reason.

- Just like any parents, we assume that we’ll hit that preschool age where they have a lot of questions, and​ often have picked up a lot of weird ideas, about boys and girls.

- Just like any parents, we’ll do our best to answer their questions, probably mess some things up.

- And we’ll work, ahead of time, to bring lots of different types of people, and lots of different people’s stories into their lives. Not just around gender, either, of course, but around race and class and religion and types of families and disabilities and everything else we can think of.

- Maybe the kid will tell us early on, emphatically, what they are. Maybe that will still change. Everyone has to explore with their gender means to them over their whole lives, even cis people; what’s important to us is that we support all our children in their journeys.

- Here are some specific strategies we’ve thought of. @rivergst, please add anything else you want to!

* Using they/them for the baby until/unless it wants something different

* Having scripts ahead of time for how we tell strangers about this when they go, “what a cute baby! is it a boy or a girl?”

* In my mind, I would say something like, “We don’t know yet!” and (a) smile real big and wait, (b) smile real big and leave, © go on to explain that “we figure that you don’t really know till the baby is old enough to tell you, and we know that people treat boy and girl babies differently​ without even meaning to, so we want to wait.” Depending on how i feel at the time.

* I assume that I’ll adapt this script over time as I start to see how people react and what questions or opinions they have.

* I want to design some onesies and/or baby shirts and/or hats and/or baby-safe decorations that say “they/them”.

* I figure we will need to put something about this on the baby announcement, and/or have boilerplate we send people.

* I might design a business card or postcard that I can hand people with a short version of this post on it. Or a website?

* Not gonna lie, if I get too much push back I’m gonna be SO tempted to bust out with the neopronouns. “O rly? Well now the baby’s pronouns are glitter/glitterself!! BETCHA WISH YOU HAD GONE WITH THEY/THEM NOW HUH”

* This is not a slam on neopronouns, I would love to go by gem/gemself

* Feel free to use that for me

* If people struggle with they/them or are somehow opposed to this whole thing, they are welcome to just use the baby’s name all the time

* Diaper-changing and alone-with-baby privileges will be restricted to people who have earned them by successfully using gender neutral pronouns for the baby

* Honestly I don’t even care if you use “it” for the baby, but there is definitely a point where that becomes disrespectful and I don’t really know what that age is. River may also disagree on this idk

- I’ve done this successfully before; when I was co-parenting Connor, we talked at like age 3 about how “pronouns are what we call people, like she, he, they, and others, is there one you would like us to use for you?”

- in that case, we had gone with “assigned at birth” pronouns before that. Connor picked something else and I ended up having to just never use pronouns around the birth mom, who was a dick about it. I got really good at it.

- We have an advantage, in that we’ve both already done a lot of learning around gender stuff, and have lots of people of unusual genders in our lives. And have hand me downs for lots of different genders. And know of good stories about this stuff that are age appropriate, like the story of baby X, and what’s the amazing Jay one Rebekah just gave us? I’ll put some in the comments.

- But I’m learning, too, that my default online might be to call people they/them unless I know what they want, but irl my mental default is actually to assume people are she/her. Thanks, Mills 😂 and I do get autistically stuck on matching pronouns with people’s names or presentations even when I know better.

- my strategies to counteract this with the baby are simple: give it a gender neutral name, and think of “physical sex” as simply being “does the baby have an innie or an outie?”

- bonus strategy if somebody is too pushy about knowing “what the baby is”: react as though we already live in a world where all of the above is the default, and say, “why do you want to know about my baby’s genitals?!”

- that handy and versatile line can be delivered with outrage, horror, or humor, depending on how much I like the person.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I really love your blog!! I just feel like recently the fandom has felt discouraging especially with hearing how bap are so underrated and just might not make it to the top anymore. I'm so worried about their future in the industry and really hope they will stay as 6 and as bap. Just hearing the news of sistar disbanding and groups in Kpop disbanding its very worrisome. I feel like even the fandom feels bap will die quickly in the music scene. What are your thought? Hope I'm not bothering u!

I always say this but OF COURSE YOU’RE NOT BOTHERING ME! Thank you for being so kind about my silly little blog - i’m so happy you enjoy my constant on-the-verge-of-hysteria B.A.P-stanning ^^

Hmm..my understanding of the very recent BABY dilemma (and maybe every BABY dilemma lol) is that it stems from the fact that BABYz are fiercely loyal people with soft, easily-hurt hearts. But I kind of like that, because to me it means that even fans that mete out the harshest, most unfair-sounding criticism of our boys do it from a place of genuine concern, about their health, their mental well-being, the prejudices (real or perceived) they might face, and of course, their long-term career prospects. 

We are the very definition of the angsty teenager. We love hard, we are good people, we surround ourselves with good people but no one seems to care about any of this, they don’t even care to know. So, like any textbook teen, we take that neglect, that negativity, and turn in inwards: “They don’t like me, so there must be something wrong with me.” 

They don’t pay attention to B.A.P, so what are the boys/fans/TS doing wrong?” 

And my answer to this is simple, don’t sell our boys down the river, don’t take what they have achieved for granted. I say this constantly, but if you are fan who lived through the lawsuit you know, we lost them, they were gone, we had almost no hope. And then somehow they were back. They’re dropping albums (good albums) every other day, they’re doing music shows, variety shows, musicals (!!), producing, choreography, world tours (that are actually world tours), they win awards and top charts worldwide and they achieved all of this on their own terms, and in such a tightly controlled industry this is rare, to say the least. Could things be easier? Yes, but life doesn’t work like that, for anybody.

Honestly, I’m thankful everyday that this is their life, their career. They get all the perks of being an established, respected, popular (yes, popular) group without many of the pitfalls that come with immense, uncontrollable fame. 

B.A.P have so much more to offer than simply being trendy or popular, they are so much more than that. Things can go from 0 to 100 to 0 again, but talent and hard work will always be appreciated in the end. I sincerely believe that.

People always cite NOIR as the perfect example of their talent being ‘slept on’ and they’re right, of course they’re right…but I don’t care. The fact they got to make NOIR - or Carnival or Kingdom or ROSE - is a miracle itself. What magnificent pieces of artistry, and we get to listen to them everyday, ten times a day if we want. We’re so lucky, and the boys seem happy and so that’s it. Those two things are totally enough for full, rich, stan life ^^

The most important thing is that they’re here, we’re here, and we have this time. Why waste it worrying about the wholly unpredictable future? Trust Yongguk when he says, one way or another, “the 6 of us will always be together.

I have never needed articles, awards or opinions to validate my love for B.A.P and especially their music. It sounds naive, but my key to a happy fan life is to simply support them, in any way you can and things will work themselves out.  

So just enjoy it, enjoy every tweet, every Insta post, every vlive, MV, album, live performance, every solo, everything - wrap yourself in a blanket of B.A.P.

And stay there, where it’s safe and warm ^^

PRODUCE101 – How the perfect boy group would look like

Only one day left, and I literally can’t wait to know who’s gonna make it into Produce 101 Season 2′s final boy group. However, I know that not all of my favorites will make it. To be honest, I wish they would just debut with 20 members –  but that’s not going to happen. But hey… that’s how survival programs work. 

Still… a girl can dream, right? That’s why I’m going to show you which 11 trainees of Produce 101 would form the perfect boy group (in my opinion of course).

For me, a member of a boyband has to fulfill his role. However, these days members of boy and girl groups have much more roles to take than just rapper, dancer, vocalist, leader and face.

THE GORGEOUS FACE:

The face is the one that inherits automatically the center position, which leads to acting as the signature member of the group. A perfect example is Sungjae who is (not the visual but) the face of CUBE’s BtoB.

Originally posted by baekstellation

For me there’s only one that would be able to pull this role of, and it is without any doubt MMO’s Kang Daniel. He has the personality, the charisma, the skills, the sex appeal, the body, the stage presence and of course the face to take over the center position. Yeah… it should be illegal to be this perfect.

Originally posted by nctaetrash

If you need a detailed explanation why I would love to see him as center (and why I have serious ovary issues), check this out.

THE IDEAL LEADER:

Every bunch of half-crazy boys needs an exemplary leader who is able to keep everything and everyone under control. A popular example would be B1A4′s Jinyoung

Originally posted by nelliel66

Assigning this role might be the easiest, right? PLEDISKim Jonghyun proofed so many times that he’s perfectly capable of motivating and guiding others. No one would make a better leader than him – who already has enough leading experience thanks to NU’EST.

Originally posted by brodueces101

Again, if you want to know a detailed explanation, why I love this sexy fella so much, read this.

THE ANGEL VOICE:

A boyband without a main vocalist? No way! Every group needs at least one singer that is able to hit high notes and breaks listeners’ hearts with his voice. One of my favorite main vocalists of all time is for example Block B’s Taeil.

Originally posted by alittlebitblockbbias

Under the last twenty Produce 101 trainees are two I would love see as main vocalists. But there can only be one – and it breaks my heart to make the decision between Starship’s Jung Sewoon and individual trainee Kim Jaehwan. I’ve tried to be as objective as possible, and chose Jaehwan as my dream main vocalist of my dream Produce 101 boy group.

Originally posted by ong-seungwoo

As much as I like Sewoon’s voice and personality, I can’t deny that I prefer Jaehwan’s skills a little bit more. His range is incredible, and he would make more than just a solid main vocalist.

THE PASSIONATE DANCER:

If I would be in a girl group, I would definitely be at least lead dancer – yes, we are talking about my usual favorite position. However, in this Produce 101 group we need a main dancer that is able to inspire others with his sick moves like SHINee’s Taemin.

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

My original dancer pick for the Produce 101 boy group has been someone who already got eliminated (Yes, it was Taehyun). So I decided to go with the sweet and extremely talented Kim Samuel from Brave Entertainment.

Originally posted by kim-biased

You can’t deny it: he’s more than just passionate about dancing. He masters choreographies as easy as freestyle. Yes, this kid got the moves! And that’s why he should be able to dance the shit out of this project. 

THE ANNOYING MAKNAE:

Sometimes all those hyungs need a precious baby boy to take care of. However, this can be quite nerve-wracking since some of our most popular K-Pop maknaes are from time to time wicked brats. The probably most popular example for an annoying and evil maknae is Jungkook from BTS.

Originally posted by madness--princess

After watching last week’s Produce 101 episode, I’ve finally found my perfect maknae. Even though CUBE’s Yoo Seonho is only eleven days younger than Samuel, he has all the – let’s say – qualities to be Produce 101′s ideal maknae.

Originally posted by donghans

On stage he tries to be sexy as fuck, but among his hyungs he acts like the cutest little brat that actually annoys the shit out of everyone. All this skin ship, all this bromance… How can Seonho be such a perfect maknae? 

THE FIERCE RAPPER:

Almost every single boyband has its rapper – sometimes even more than just one. There are some extraordinary main rappers that support their group with their insane skills – like iKON’s Bobby.

Originally posted by wood-storm

In Produce 101 Season 2 are many trainees who call themselves rappers. Well, I’ve already mentioned two of them. But my number one should be Brand New Music’s Park Woojin.

Originally posted by forwoojin

Although he took part as a dancer in the position evaluation, he’s still the one I would definitely choose as rapper for this group. His super deep and husky voice combined with his badass expression is what a boy group’s main rapper definitely needs. 

THE PRETTY VISUAL:

I’ve already mentioned it before, but the face isn’t automatically the group’s visual. However, Infinite’s L is actually both. No wonder with that face.

Originally posted by themadghost

When it comes to my favorite visual member, some of you might disagree with my choice. But this is just my personal preference, so deal with it. Anyway, I think there is not a single trainee that is able to keep up with Choi Minki’s visuals.

Originally posted by nu-blessed

He looks more like a fairy than an actual human being. Some of the younger K-Pop fans might not know this, but when NU’EST debuted, the community went completely crazy because of Minki’s aka Ren’s feminine look. And you guys cannot imagine how many hilarious memes were created just because of his absolutely unbelievable pretty face. Yes, he is indeed the perfect visual.

THE HANDSOME GENTLEMAN:

Besides all those usual positions I’ve mentioned, there can be other roles for additional members of a boy group. One of my personal favorites is the respective role of the handsome gentleman. Sometimes this gentleman is someone who is actually a little bit older, and looks freaking hot in a suit – like Yunho from TVXQ.

Originally posted by shimdelier

There’s only one candidate of Produce 101 I can think of as the perfect gentleman – and that’s obviously PLEDIS’ extremely good-looking trainee Hwang Minhyun

Originally posted by junior-royalz

Besides his fantastic visuals, he’s charming, smart, reliable, talented and hot as hell. If you’re interested why this guy is so sexy, you should read my latest blog post about him.

THE ARROGANT ASSHOLE:

The term asshole is not meant to insult anyone – it means this member is just savage as fuck and doesn’t give a shit about anything or anyone while mentioning all the time how perfect he is. I think I just described Super Junior’s Heechul pretty well.

Originally posted by gaemerkyu-ssi

And come on… you already know who I picked. There’s only one trainee that would fit perfectly for this kind of role – and that’s Fantagio’s Ong Seongwoo.

Originally posted by ong-seong-wu

Like Heechul, we all know that Seongwoo’s just trying to be funny – and it works. Honestly, I can’t imagine the future Produce 101 boy group without Seongwoo. This group needs its sexy asshole. Why? Here’s the detailed explanation if you’re interested.

THE SWEET BAD BOY:

After over a decade of being Hallyu infected, I’ve realized that there are so many boy groups who have a member that appears super bad boy-ish on the outside, but is actually all cotton candy sweet on the inside – like my SF9 bias Zuho.

Originally posted by eunhasmom

To complete the PLEDIS family, I obviously chose our sexy bandit Kang Dongho as sweet bad boy – because we all know that he just looks like a wild beast, but is actually the softest and cutest little puppy you’ve ever seen.

Originally posted by yourmomentofkpop

I could now tell you why this sexy bad boy is actually the cutest daddy among the Produce 101 trainees. But I already did. Feel free to check it out.

THE DORKY GOOFBALL:

Last but not least, the perfect boy group needs someone who makes everyone laugh. This is usually the member that is – because of his hilarious kind of humor – perfect for variety shows. A wonderful example makes of course ZE:A’s Kwanghee.

Originally posted by serizawaaaaaaaaa-blog-blog

And there’s only one that brightens my mood every single time he appears on screen: MMO’s Yoon Jiseong. Some hate him, some love him – I simply adore this honest and emotional human being. However, it is a matter of fact that he is number one pick among your favorite Produce 101 trainees. They want him in the group, I want him in the group. Just deal with it!

Originally posted by misckpop

Besides being number one pick, he’s the oldest trainee right now. And yes, he should debut to give old bitches like me the opportunity to stop finally creeping on baby idols.

With Kang Daniel, Kim Jonghyun, Kim Jaehwan, Kim Samuel, Yoo Seonho, Park Woojin, Choi Minki, Hwang Minhyun, Ong Seongwoo, Kang Dongho and Yoon Jiseong, Mnet would form the perfect boy group – for me.

Countless of you might think – Where the hell is Daehwi? What did you do to Jinyoung? And why the fuck is Jihoon not on this list?

Originally posted by swoojin

Please, look at most of Produce 101′s trainees. A cute concept with this group wouldn’t work. There are way too many manly, sexy and older contestants. Although I really really like them – in my opinion, there is no place for someone like Daehwi or Jihoon or any other trainee that looks like grade schoolers.

Originally posted by shownu-what-that-mouf-do

Maybe I’m a little bit biased because I’m way older than any of these guys. Yeah, it kinda sucks to be in this community for so long. Idols get younger, and the groups you – let’s say – grew up with, start to disband one after another. That’s not a joke. I’ve experienced Music Bank live once. And the only girlband I’ve seen there that hasn’t disbanded yet is SNSD.

So yes… I want these eleven boys to debut together. BUT IT WON’T HAPPEN! Because the majority of votes comes from teens who prefer a cute and pretty image over fucking sex appeal and charisma. And that’s okay! You can’t make it right for every single one out there.

I just want to let you guys know that I am really looking forward to this future boy group – although there won’t be all of my favorites. And I can’t wait to watch tomorrow’s final episode. 

Prepare some tissues, ladies! We are going to cry rivers!

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How Elementary stuck to its guns and became better than BBC Sherlock: An unpopular opinion in four parts

When Elementary premiered on CBS in 2012, it’s timeliness was the thing that was either going to propel it forward or be the nail in its coffin. Sherlock Holmes was in the zeitgeist (and while never really leaving it fully, now more than ever it was the shit) - with Guy Ritchie’s Sherlock Holmes (2009) and BBC’s Sherlock (2010 - ), the popculture was saturated with Doyle’s beloved and familiar characters and the question was ‘Do we want more?’

I’ll be the first to admit, when I first heard they were developing Holmes for American television, one which is also in modern times, and they were making Watson a woman , I was as enraged as the Hulk in close proximity to Loki has ever been. We were well in the era of remakes/reboots/rehashes and all I could think was “Fucking American TV and their fucking greed, will they leave nothing pure?! They are going to shove some insufferable romance in there and it will be another Castle / Bones undestinguishable serial monstrosity that is going to sully the good name of my favourite crimesolving duo. At least I will still have Sherlock (BBC).” (And yes, if it hasn’t become clear, I am very emotionally attached to this property).

But I was going to check it out. And lo and behold, 5 years later, I can confidently say, not only was I wrong, but I could never have predicted that while Elementary was going to go on its merry way for 5 seasons, the BBC series (which I once honestly considered to be the most brilliant show ever made), came out with such a disappointing 4th outing that now I say to myself “At least I still have Elementary”.

So what happened?

1. It benefits from its length.

Elementary not only doesn’t get bogged down by its network-required 22-24 episodes per season, but it is not afraid to use them, And while I am not saying every episode is pure brilliance, it benefits from the long seasons in that it has the time and opportunity to explore different character’s storylines - some with more success than others, sure. It has the time to try, fail and try again. It makes us care about not just Holmes and Watson, but Captain Gregson (a terifically funny and charming Aidan Quinn), Marcus Bell, Alfredo, Kitty and Shinwell, Morland and Mycroft, Watson’s family, Watson’s boyfriend and even the damn coroner.

I challenge you now, tell me something about the backstory of any of the supporting characters in the BBC show (besides Mycroft and Moriarty) that is more than a caricatureish snippet masquerading as a personality - Molly is in love with Sherlock, Anderson is stupid, Mrs Hudson is a generator for one-liners. I know.

But let’s say it’s not Sherlock’s fault for not having enough time to show us more than the backstory of its two main characters. Can we blame it that it seems to struggle to fill its 3-episode quota with whole episodes that you remember nothing about the minute after they’ve finished (I’m looking at you, episode about ancient Chinese artifacts). Yes, there are episodes of Elementary I don’t remember - but they aren’t feature-length movies that come out every two years.

2. It doesn’t idolise Holmes.

What I think the most important difference between the two shows is that Elementary doesn’t off-handedly mention Holmes’ drug addiction whenever its convinient to the plot (or for a charmingly funny scene of cigarette-sharing between brothers to escape a Christmas family nightmare), but it is in fact a major storyline throughout the show - it informs the whole characterization of the protagonist, as addiction to hard drugs is known to do. But they can’t be compared on that note, because it is a creator’s prerogative which traits of a character to focus on, and I understand why Moffat/Gatiss decided to not lean so much on that part of Holmes in their show.

What they can be compared on, however, is how they approach the character as a whole. The British writing duo make it clear at every available opportunity : “Holmes is smarter than you (because we are smarter than you). Yes, that makes him a dick sometimes, because otherwise what would we need Watson for (we’re not sure why we need him now, let’s have him cheat on his wife for no reason and have him kidnapped at every turn), but he is so much smarter than you, you can never comprehend it, unless he deigned to explain it. Holmes is better in every way, he is insufferable and brilliant and magnetic and everyone is in love with him and in awe of him and you will feel this way too. He is better than everyone else and it is only because of his good will that you are allowed in his mind.”

In contrast, CBS’s Holmes is so incredibly flawed, so disarmingly noble and so very self-aware, that you cannot help but fall in love with him; not because it is shoved down your throat to admire him, but because you genuinely want to. On the one hand, you have BBC’s Sherlock, where I am entirely unconvinced that Moffat / Gatiss are even familiar with the concept of self-awareness. On the other, you have CBS’s Sherlock who, from the get-go, makes it clear that he wants to help people, he seeks justice and not just the thrill of exercising his mind - he constantly talks about the victims, the families, “there is a killer on the loose”, “closure” and so on. And while they both grow to care over time, one does it kicking and screaming and constantly fucking denying it; the other embraces it, makes it a part of himself, talks about how being a mentor is his most fulfilling experience and at one point regretfully confides (in one of my personal favourite quotes of the show):Misantrophy was so easy, Watson. Elegant. I miss it sometimes.”

And yes, I know, those are also two different approaches to the character. But on the BBC they do it as another part of the mosaic of what makes their Holmes so-damn-cool (not just the upturned collar) and uncomparable, while CBS does it to bring him down to our level and make him relatable.

And because I mentiond mentoring:

3. Watson is a person when she is alone

(And wow, what a relief to not use possessives to distinguish for once:) On the BBC, John Watson is a beautiful ball of loveliness, that is undeniable. He is also, at least in the beginning, kind of there to stare in slack-jawed awe at Sherlock. Later, he is there to make sure Sherlock is not rude to clients / policemen / journalists / people giving them awards / Mrs Hudson. Later still, he is there to stare at his wife, then his baby, then his emotional mistress, then Sherlock again. And while I am not saying he does not have a personality whatsoever, he does seem to spend an awful lot of time being something-at-someone: annoyed at Mycroft, annoyed at Holmes, in love with Mary, angry at Holmes, angry at Mary, scared of the sister (more on her later), grateful to Holmes and so on.

Joan on the other hand, while no less in awe / annoyed / whatever at Sherlock, comes in with a lot of her own baggage, her own opinions and most importantly, her own storylines. She has a beautiful relationship with her Holmes, but she also makes desicions, has opinions and generally lives her life not only when Holmes is away from her (as John does), but very much so while he is right there in her life. The fact that over the course of the very first season she becomes a detective in her own right (and the writing-and-fawning is relegated to somebody else and mentioned only briefly) shows that she is treated in a very different way than her male “version” is. While Joan and Holmes are very much partners, she is more than that as a character. Her existence doesn’t revolve around Holmes. Which is why we, as a captive audience, are perfectly comfortable watching her tackle her own cases and have interactions with Sherlock which are of the “Here is what I did today, what do you think?” variety, while we are sick to our stomachs when John and Sherlock over on the other side of the Atlantic are fighting - not only is John there angry at Sherlock for incomprehensible reasons (his wife died because she was a spy, ffs), we do not know how to handle these characters when they are not together in perfect harmony, because we never see them not in relation to one another.

And finally:

4. Elementary embraces what it is and goes for it

So here is where I preemptively confront the haters (if they have gotten to this point instead of scrolling straight down to spew obsenities in the comments) : On every one of the points I raised, you could argue “Oh, you are wrong, here is this one moment when John does do that thing you say he doesn’t / Joan doesn’t do that thing you say she does / you are human trashcompactor who doesn’t understand TV” or something similar. Of course these shows are way too different to compare in depth. Of course you can like both (I do!) or only one or neither.

And no, I would never perform the sacrilege of disparaging either one of the two amazing casts, who make these characters the equivalents of divine chocolate souflé on TV. What I argue is not to compare how the two shows are structured, but how they have lived their toddler-sized lives.

BBC Sherlock started off with an uncertain-to-be-successful premise, but an incredible production budget, veteran writers and two brilliant actors to helm it. It grew and became beloved because it was thought-out to an absurd detail, relied on its unconventional release schedule and its brilliant writing, but most importantly, it was extremely extremely clever. And then came series four, where inexplicably it became a melodrama of epic proportions, everything that happened was more illogical than the previous thing and every decision a character made was so eyeroll-inducing my head hurt by the end of every episode. Did Moffat / Gatiss forget where their character (yes, just the one) started and they just didn’t know what to do with him or anyone else anymore? Did they decide that the fanatical nature of the Sherlock fanbase on tumblr is so starved and so blindly devoted that they would forgive anything they do, no matter how out-of-character, poorly thought-out, soap-like or just plain stupid it is? Or did they just give the network what they wanted to make their trucks of money without bothering their increasingly-busy actors too much with acting anything of substance, hoping that Toby Jones with weird teeth and weird voice / an out-of-the-blue sister and a fanservice cameo will fill any plothole some pedantics might notice?

CBS’s Elementary on the other hand is a procedural primetime show that cannot go too far with what it shows, cannot go too weird with where the story goes, because of the countless other shows its in fierce competition with every sweeps season. So it relies on its no less stellar cast to go very deep to the one deep place its allowed to go, and meanwhile have fun, crack jokes, introduce you to everyone, make you smile and make you care enough to come back week after week to see not only these two beautiful creatures on your screen, but also their friends and family and enemies and rivals and their fucking turtle Clyde.

And if you ever doubt what I’ve said here about Elementary, just watch the finale of season 3 “A Controlled Descent” and tell me it didn’t absolutely gut you.


TL;DR: I rave about the Sherlock Series 4 and masochistically wait to hear if anybody will come and threaten me over it,.

Promise ring || H.S.

Hello babes! I’m back with another imagine slash one shot, whatever you wanna call it. I really enjoyed writing this one because I didn’t even think of something like this before tbh lmao. I hope that you guys will like it at least half as much as I’ve liked to write it though before I forget, let’s give a round of applause for one of the anons who requested this! 👏🏽 Don’t forget to request anything you’d like to see next! Have a lovely rest of your Sunday or whenever you’re reading this. :) Love you a lot, xoxo B

Length: 2,148 - 4 pages
About it: quite cute if you ask me

Going on dates with Harry was fun because we never took it seriously and that may have seemed weird to outsiders but honestly, it was so much better. Of course we had our formal dates as well where we dressed up real nice and everything but most of the time we ended up in Subway or some Chinese restaurant.

Today however was one of those dressing up ones since it was was our two year anniversary. I was a tad bit nervous because for the past month I have been trying to hide a present from Harry in order to surprise him with it tonight. I knew we were going to go out and I knew it was going to be special because we’ll be at the restaurant where we first went at the beginning of our relationship. We spent our first year anniversary there as well so it was only fair if we went there this time as well.

So my present. The present that I wasn’t actually allowed to get him because we agreed on not getting each other anything on our anniversaries because it’s not about giving it’s about enjoying the other’s company. Between us, at least. And I kept my promise last year but I knew that I couldn’t this time.

Over a month ago I was out shopping with my mates when we went past a jewelry shop and of course we went in. I was always a big fan of jewelry so I wasn’t going to say no. I was too engulfed in the earring section when one of my friends told me to check some rings out so I did and as soon as I landed my eyes on them I knew I couldn’t leave without one.

They were promise rings.

Now I know that usually the guy gets the promise ring and gives it to the girl, but come on. It’s 2016 therefore anything could happen. And as I said before I just couldn’t leave the shop without one ring in my bag so I had to buy it.

Since then I’ve been hiding it in my underwear draw, waiting for this day to come so that I can give it to its true owner.

After I took one last glance at the ring I closed the navy coloured velvet box and slipped it into my bag that I was going to take with me. I had also put a little note in it which I knew was going to get to Harry because that wouldn’t have been the first time that I wrote to him. Once he told me he much preferred letters which he could keep after and I never once argued with him about it just did what I knew would make his heart happy.

For our date night I was wearing a simple grey, off the shoulder dress which had long sleeves and a pair of black Michael Kors heels. I liked to invest in my bags, shoes and coats the most because I could always dress up my non-designer pieces and make them look twice as good. My makeup was simple and so was my hair therefore I didn’t spend much time on my face. Since it wasn’t too cold I decided on wearing a trench coat then picked my bag up and I was ready to go.

Harry said he was going to pick me up around 6 pm since he booked our table for half past and it wasn’t a long drive at all. So I was well surprised when I saw him sitting in my living room while he was on his phone.

“Hey you,” I laughed as I welcomed him, putting my bag on the table which was near the living room door. “When did you come in? I didn’t hear you,” I told him as he stood up and walked towards me.

He just laughed it off as he put his hands on my waist and pulled me closer to his chest, my hands making their way around his neck and fingers intertwining behind it. He smelled heavenly and he looked breath-taking in his satin outfit. Soon enough he pressed his full and soft lips against mine in a sweet kiss which caused me to smile into the gesture.

“You always end up smiling which messes up the whole point of kissing,” he muttered his opinion against my lips but just before he could’ve pulled away I pressed a little peck onto his lips. “That was nothing at all.”

“”You’re so insatiable,” I shook my head as I held onto his collar then cupped his cheeks in my hands. His eyes were bright as he looked into mine, he had a little mustache going on above his upper lip and I adored it. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he kissed my nose then took one of his hands off my waist to get a hold of my bag. He put it on his shoulder then taking my right hand into his, he intertwined our fingers. “Are you ready, doll face?”

“Yup.”

**

On the way to the restaurant I laughed so much my stomach was hurting but honestly, I wouldn’t have swapped places with anyone. I loved laughing with Harry because it just made me happy. And the fact that no one was at the restaurant when we got there just made me feel even more relaxed and calm. I didn’t like it when the paps were around because that meant hurrying out of the car and getting into wherever we were headed in one piece.

When we got in and got seated at a table we sat last time as well I couldn’t take my eyes off of Harry. The lights were dim and he was simply sitting in front of him, looking through his menu so it wasn’t even like he was doing something interesting. But still, he mesmerized me in the best way possible.

“Are you gonna eat me for dinner or something?” he asked me laughing and I felt my cheeks and ears go red from his comment. I rolled my eyes then laughed a little as well.

“You wish,” I sighed as I put my elbows on the table and held my face in the palm of my hands. Probably wasn’t the nicest way to sit when in a restaurant but I didn’t really care. “I just can’t believe you are here. With me. Again. After another hectic year.”

“I know right, I’m quite unbelievable,” he said cockily but of course I knew he wasn’t being serious. He just liked to put on a show.

“Look, I know that we aren’t supposed to give anything to each other on our anniversaries but you have to understand that I couldn’t resist this time.”

“Baby, you just broke our tradition,” he let out a deep sigh as he shook his head a bit. I couldn’t tell whether he was genuinely disappointed or just acted again.

I know, but you’ll hopefully understand why once you get your little present,” I smiled at him as I tried to make the situation look and feel better. “Haz, are you really upset with me for buying you something? It’s been a month since I bought it.”

“I’m not that upset,” he said while the smallest smile ever made its way onto his handsome face. That made me grin as well and I felt a lot better knowing that he wasn’t actually sad about it. “But you cannot do that again. I love you so I’ll let this one slip but we’re not buying each other stuff, alright?”

“Yes!” I confirmed it. “I didn’t buy this present either to purposefully break out tradition. I just couldn’t leave it in the shop and it reminded me of you and oh my god. Before I give it all away, here you go,” I rambled as I took the box out of the bag and gave it to him.

He looked at me a bit weird, probably not expecting to see a box as a present but he had absolutely no clue what it hid.

“Read the note first,” I told him once he opened the box. He couldn’t see the ring right away but I had a feeling at this point he might have had a slight idea.

He nodded before he started to read it out loud.

“Harry, I give you this ring-,”

“Wait, you don’t need to read it out loud,” I interrupted him. “It might be more personal if you read it to yourself.”

“Harry,

I give you this ring as a promise to you, a promise that I’ll be here and I’ll always be true.

I promise that I’ll hold you when your day isn’t going right and I will comfort you through the long and cold night.

I promise that I’ll make you smile when you feel like dying and I promise that I’ll be here when you feel like crying.

I promise that I’ll guide you when the future isn’t clear, I promise I will be there to wipe away your every tear.

I promise that no matter what, we will make it through so I give you this ring as a promise.

A promise that I’ll always love you.

Y/N”

He looked up to me once he read the note, with teary eyes and a huge smile. I had the urge to stand up and walk over to his side so I did just that and hugged him close to me. I felt his hand go around my waist then he pushed his chair out a bit and pulled me onto his lap.

“I swear I had the exact same idea,” he told me, chuckling as he leant on my shoulder.

“Were you going to get me a promise ring?” I asked him in surprise. That’d have been such a coincidence if he would’ve had gotten me one too.

“Yes,” he sighed then put his hand out to get the box from the table. Slowly, he took the ring out and made sure to look at it from every single angle possible. It wasn’t anything special, it was a silver band but then he put it on and it became special.

“Thank god it’s the right size and it looks good on your finger,” I said my thoughts out loud, not minding it one bit. He was used to all my random comments and phrases so I didn’t feel embarrassed or anything.

“Yeah, well, after being together for two years I’d expect you to know what my ring size is,” he said jokingly as he twisted it around his finger once more. After he was done admiring it, he wrapped his other arm around me as well and hid his face in the crook of my neck. “Thank you, doll face. This ring means a lot.”

“You’re welcome I’m glad you like it and it means a lot to you because it means a lot to me too.”

“Does this mean you’ll be the one who’s gonna propose?”

“Nah, I’m gonna leave that to you if that’s okay,” I laughed and so did he then pressed a kiss on my neck before pulling away and looking at me. “So am I forgiven? You’re not upset anymore, right?”

“No, I’m not upset,” he smiled at me as he started to lean closer to me then pressing his lips against mine in a short but sweet peck. “You just promised to love me forever and ever so I’d be really silly if I were to be mad at you over you doing so, wouldn’t I?”

“Maybe but I would still love you anyway.”

“Gosh, I’m so lucky to have you, you know that, right?” he asked me with awe in his eyes, his voice so soft and deep that it made me shiver and melt on the inside.

“Just as lucky as I am.”

“Probably not.”

“Well I think I am the luckiest and I know that I’ll be forever because I put a ring on it.”

“Wow, so original,” he said with a little laugh at the end then squeezed me in a loving hug. “Now get back to your seat, I’m hungry.”

“Aw, that’s not nice,” I pouted as I stood up anyway. Harry just shrugged his shoulders with a smirk on his face then just as I sat down the waiter was at our table, ready to take our orders.

And so as Harry was telling the guy what he wanted to eat I was back to staring at the way his lips formed each and every word. He was absolutely breath taking and he was mine and I was his.

After all I just gave him a promise ring which I’m sure he’s going to wear with a proud smile on his beautiful face.  

forbidden love chapter six {demi lovato fanfiction}

“what did you get?” jace ask as we both make our way back to the table where demi sits poking at her ice cream. i take the seat next to hers. “strawberry.” i inform him watching as he tries to get comfortable on the metal chair. they both make a face disapproving my choice in dessert favor. “whats wrong with strawberry?!” i say a little too defensive. “the strawberries are always way too frozen.” demi smiles watching me nearly bend my spoon in the frozen fruit. jace joins in saying,” you could chip a tooth.”  demi just stares at him realizing they agree on something for the first time in weeks. jace looks at demi to agree but she ignores him. “i still love it despite its critics.” i reply taking a spoonful into my mouth looking at both of them, trying to bite into the very frozen piece.

“what time did they say to be home?” i ask while checking the time on my phone. “7.” she sighs. i glance down to “5:45″ shining back at me. both pair of parents are preparing dinner for tonight, they all thought it would be a amazing idea to have the three of us go out for “bonding time” with each other. i imagine the four of them sitting in the living room with wine glasses talking about the most boring of topics laughing at the fact this “bonding time” is just an excuse for the adults to have adult time. jace had the idea of ice cream since demi suggested digging our graves rather then spending time with him. “what now?” demi says swirling her plastic spoon into the melted colored ice cream. “arcade?” jace suggests. “ill go get the shovel now.” demi shoots back. jace laughs but we both know shes slightly serious. “the arcade sounds fine.” i reply picking up my cup along with demis. “if were twelve.” demi mutters. i push my hips against her reaching for jaces cup. i feel demis hand on my ass as i reach forward. i can only imagine what shes thinking.

the arcade has way too many people if anyone else enters the walls might burst. “oh look!!.” demi shouts over the loud music. i give her a confused look. “a twelve year old!” she sarcastically says. “oh look another one and another!!” demi says pointing to random people not paying attention to age at this point. “we get it!” i shout loudly pushing her hand down. jace stops at a shooting game jamming four coins into the slit not giving attention to either of us. demi spots something near the back, she guides me towards it. “look.” she says softly. “if you say another twelve yea-” “no.” she smiles interrupting me. our hands lock together as we enter the small photo booth. “this isnt going to work.” i say looking at the small seat meant for a child. “sit on mamas lap.” demi jokes pulling me on top of her. my ass is directly on her crotch. “mama likes.” she whispers pulling my dress up my legs. “demi.” i whisper pulling the hideous red curtain across giving us some privacy. “i only have enough for one strip.” demi tells me pulling out the right amount leaning forward pushing the coins in the slot. “lets make it count.” she smiles. the countdown begins the first photo is us looking at each other our eyes full of lust our faces only inches apart. she leans forward pushing her warm lips on mine, i cup her face wanting more. with the second snap of the camera i quickly pull one leg over her lap straddling her, my arms wrap around her neck her hands travel to my waist dragging me forward. third snap goes off. my arms lift to the roof of the small booth. demi pulls down my dress exposing my breasts. she licks my nipples, wrapping her lips around my breasts. i let go of a loud moan feeling her teeth bite down. the fourth and final snap goes off. the machine sings robotic noises printing our filthy pictures. “we both know which pair i want.” demi laughs pulling up my dress. when we make our way out i grab the strip tearing right down the middle. i purposely give her the first two. “nice try.” she smiles snatching the other half from my hand. 

by 7 we are back at jaces house gathering around the dinner table as nina rushes to get the forks. “so sorry for the mess.” nina apologizes passing her husband reaching to the drawer. the only “messy” thing i see is the pile of dish towels near the sink.  “nonsense.” my mom smiles taking a seat next to eric. “please take those dear.” nina tells jace pointing towards the napkins. he places them in the middle of the table then takes the seat in front of me. 

“are you excited for school?” nina asks me while scooping a large portion of peas from the light blue bowl. just before i answer demis hand slithers into my lap. i grab her wrist holding it in place as i try my best to focus on nina. “umm yes.” i say feeling her fingertips tracing my skin. “iam sure jace will be a gentleman by showing you around willow high.” nina smiles looking to her son, jace forces a small smile while poking at his pot roast. “oh and of course you as well demi.” she goes on realizing she left her out.“ “ill be just fine but thanks.” demi shoots back in her sarcastic tone we all know well. minutes go by while eric and charlie absorb into conversation about some kind of new model airplane being released. charlie although a soft spoken man who never really speaks much was very chatty when it came to the things he was passionate about. erics tone filled with joy as they go on and on about the details in the new model that is said to be out during the winter months. “y/n jace never told me how the date went.” nina brings up suddenly creating an awkward friction between me and demi. her hand slides away from my lap slowly. i look over towards her but she doesnt return a glance. “its was really nice.” i reply clearing my throat. “where did he take you?” nina asks ignoring jace as he makes a remark telling his mother to stop. “the diner.” i say softly watching her joyful mood change. she looks towards jace, giving him a soft smile. i catch demi roll her eyes. i lay my hand on hers but she soon retracts. “you must be very special.” nina softly whispers leaning towards me. jace tries his hardest not to make eye contact with me. “please tell me there is going to be a second date.” nina laughs. “thats up to jace.” i smile making my heart hurt watching demi. “oh he will be happy to a second date…. wont you jace?” she pushes the question on him. “yeah of course.” he agrees probably wishing his mom would stop.

demi sighs loudly getting ninas attention immediately.  “is something wrong with the meal?” nina asks which makes my insides twist together nervous of what demi might say next. she shakes her head slowly. “its just the conversations.” demi sighs swirling her fork in her mash potatoes. “oh honey i know model planes can be very boring in my opinion.” nina smiles crinkling her nose at eric and charlie at the other end of the table. eric and charlie give no attention to nina as they fanboy on. “thats not the conversation i was talking about.” demi replies not looking at anyone. nina gives a quick look between me and jace before saying,” oh sweetheart. its okay to feel envious. not everyone can have the y/n looks honey some arent as blessed as others.”  “nina!” my mom shouts which makes the men stop their chattering. the looks on their faces tell me they heard ninas comment. “what?” she says innocently. “everyone understands her jealously at this. but the fact is y/n has the looks in this duo and jace likes her very much.” nina nods looking to everyone as if everyone here has the same opinion as hers. jace looks horrified at his mothers words.  “jealous.” demi nearly laughs. “i would never be jealous of this.” demi snaps standing pointing between us. “its just an act… at least i hope.” she whispers in the most softest tone ive ever heard from her. demi disappears through the kitchen and i follow her without hesitation. as i reach the door i hear my mom begin to protest defending demi. 

she is pacing the room when i enter. “who the hell does she think she is?!” demi shouts. i close the door softly locking it. “demi.” i say softly. “she actually thinks iam jealous!” she laughs stopping in front of me then going back to her pacing. “demi!” i say loudly grabbing her wrist. “i am not jealous of jace!” she goes on trying to make her point. “i didnt say you were.”  “well someone thinks i am.” demi sighs walking towards the medium size window. i stand behind her running my hands up to her chest. “you know what might make you feel better?” i ask leaning my head against her back. “naughty girl.” she whispers pulling me around her roughly pushing me against the wall. her lips crash against mine while she reaches for her desk drawer yanking it open. her hands grab my favorite toy getting rid of any clothes she begins tightening it around her waist. “take them off.” she mutters tugging on my shorts. lifting my shirt i slip my shorts off kicking them behind her. “jump.” she smiles i do as told as she slams into me.  “baby please wait!!” i scream holding onto demi so i wont slip off her. she has me pinned against the wall with my legs wrapped tightly around her waist as the massive strap on is rammed into me. “who. does. she. think. she. is!!” demi mutters each word equals one hard thrust deep inside me. i let out a loud moan throwing my head back. “and you!” she barely screams grabbing my ass. “demi baby i told you nothing is …. fuckkkk please keep going!!” i beg as she hits my favorite spot. “why should i your being a slut.” demi says pulling out an inch. “pleasee!” i beg craving my high. “no.” she spits letting her grip go. “demi!” i nag she pushes me down on my knees. “suck slut.” she demands pushing my face towards the dildo standing tall from her waist. my lips wrap around the toy i instantly taste my juices. i suck hard not like she can feel it or anything but she enjoys the view so might as well give her one. “look at you slut tasting yourself you like that dont you?” demi smiles thrusting into my mouth causing an involuntary gag. “stand up.” i do as told wiping my lower lip. she pins me against the wall again, our naked bodies smash together i feel the toy against my pussy lips never entering me. demis lips are on mine our tongues slide into each others mouth. she begins to rock her hips making the cock toy slide slowly into me then pulling out. i whimper trying to push down onto it. “no no no.” she whispers into my ear. “you have to work for it.” demi smiles sucking on my neck. she moves over to the bed motioning me to lay down. i follow her orders laying with my legs hanging off the bed a little. she pulls me down to where it is only my upper body on the lavender throw blanket. she says nothing while she lifts my legs in the air thrusting into me with an intense amount of force. i scream out grabbing onto her. she smiles watching my reaction as i take the whole toy inside me nice and slow. “mmmmm fuck demi yesss baby.” i whimper once again wrapping my legs around her wanting her closer than ever. she lays on top of me thrusting deep inside me hitting the spot she knows all too well. before i moan out her lips are on mine and we both make moaning noise together. she must feel it too with the toy inside her. both of our hands intertwine with each others as we feel our favorite feeling about to take over. “oh my god! “ demi mumbles into my mouth. thats when i feel my high hit i scream into our kiss while the juices mix together as demi still thrusts into me. i pull away heavily breathing not letting her go just yet. “demi…. iam yours.” i whisper moving her hair that has fallen in between us. “i know babe i know…. i want you all to myself i dont like sharing.” she mutters pecking my lips. i say nothing as we hear the front door open along with our parents voices. “this second date is never happening.” demi smiles. “agreed.” i laugh pulling her in for another kiss. 

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On the wind, cross the sea

The beginning of this is entirely due to the fact that ‘A rumour in St. Petersburg’ came on shuffle. I REGRET NOTHING. Also on Ao3 (x). Seriously this longer than the last one. Over 8,000 words. For @purestheartslove and @thetourguidebarbie I hope you like it! xx

Sequel to ‘Things I Almost Remember’ 

There’s a rumour in St. Petersburg. It’s a legend really, a mystery surrounding the deposed Imperial family. Part of the country’s history. Not that of Anastasia but something much older. Something to do with magic. They say the Princess Carolina did not die in that coup, that even though it was 300 years ago, encompassing the entire rule of the Romanov family, she lives.

But we’re getting ahead of ourselves.

Russia was a wild card.

But it was also their best chance. America was no longer safe. Nor was Italy, Spain, any of the places they’ve cultivated over the past thousand years. Russia, locked in snow on the other side of the world is their terra incognita. Normally, Klaus would lead his family to ground, but ground that they knew – or certainly where they could stack the deck. Russia meant laying foundations; personalities, income, somewhere with security and plenty of bodies to throw Mikael’s way. And the faster they can built a safe haven the better.

But they dearly like living and so to Russia they go.

Granada was too close. Marcel had nearly died. And Klaus will not risk his son, especially not when Caroline has not been around for over 200 years. He will not send any of them away now, not even Enzo, who is not kin, nor friend. He is one of Caroline’s most beloved, her best friend, her brother. For her sake, for the love they both bear her in their different ways Klaus keeps Enzo close. It is good to have someone around to whom he is not brother or father or lover. In an odd reversal of his traditional position; to always be strong, to show no weakness to outsiders, Klaus often finds he enjoys sitting with Enzo and a quiet drink, simply missing the other part of their family; light and lovely. The missing third of their unspoken Triumvirate.

Kol is in the wind, Finn somewhere with Sage – safe without cost, who ran off the second it went to shit all those years ago. They are standing in front of the royal palace in St. Petersburg, well wrapped against the cold; Klaus, Enzo, Marcel, Bekah, Freya and Elijah. Freya could leave and live unhindered but her loyalty to her siblings cannot be faulted. It’s needless but they need to blend in. Much as they don’t feel the cold, it is equally useful they don’t break a sweat otherwise these furs would suffocate. The royal family are to make an address. Normally, Klaus couldn’t give a shit but he likes luxury, likes giving Caroline beautiful things and so it is useful to know the humans who think they control the world so that compulsion can be employed. Even when she is nowhere to be found, the habit has stuck.

The royal family files along a balcony, waving dutifully. The Tsar and Tsarina are arm in arm, shepherding the youngest of their children along, three little boys and two girls. There’s a second wave, the older children, two twins arm in arm, one strapping elder boy – practically a man – face turned to talk to his sister who is behind him. Its only when they’re stood beside their parents, faces fully turned to the crowd that the Mikaelsons see it. See her.

Caroline.

The eldest girl, bedecked in white fur and palest silks, laughing at something the Tsarevich – her brother – is saying, is indeed his Caroline. That blonde hair is escaping its elegant plait, those rosy cheeks are nipped by the winter air. Klaus grips Enzo’s arm and a part of him notes that Enzo is gripping back just as hard and he wonders exactly when it was that he started reaching for Enzo rather than Rebekah where Caroline was concerned.

“Bloody hell.”

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My SU Theory

I Should probably be applying to jobs rn, but nah

Okay so here is my Steven Universe theory and to wash out the haters I’ll say it now. I personally do not believe that Rose Quartz is or was Pink Diamond. I don’t think the theory is dumb I just don’t personally agree. So to save you the trouble of reading all this and coming across that opinion and you having a cluster fuck of emotions. (Cause some ya’ll get a lil to turnt up about it) I’ll save you your time. Now lets begin. (this gonna be long ya’ll, so grab a snack)

1.) Pearl belonged to white diamond.

I’m Iffy about this theory, if you haven’t seen any other theories about this around I’ll insert some pics. This is the “for the theory argument.”

Pearl most likely belonged to white diamond for these reasons. 

1 - Gem Placement  

After this weeks Steven Bomb appropriately titled “Steven’s Birthday Week” We got a boat load of info, plus we got to see Blue Diamond, her pearl, and Yellow Diamond and her pearl. Each of these pearls have there gems placed in the same spots as their diamonds. Seen here :

Leaving people to speculate that of course our pearl who has her gem on her head belonged to White Diamond, who has her gem on the same place. Even though you know how Pearl looks heres a pic just cause shes my favorite character.

beauty, grace, elegance

2 - Other evidence

BUT! This isn’t the only reason why I think our pearl didn’t belong to Rose Quartz Initially and it’s because what she says in the episode Sworn To The Sword… Unfortunately I cant find a clip but when Pearl first takes Connie to the sky arena where “one of the first battles for earth took place” Pearl says that this was the place where she became familiar with the term knight: Completely dedicated to a person and a cause. Some could say that this where pearl first swore her allegiance with Rose Quartz.

3 - Opposing theory

Pearl could have belonged to Rose Quartz or maybe even someone else. Pearls are made to look like their owners, but we’ve only ever seen diamond owned pearls. Maybe their pearls are made to resemble them but maybe other pearls are more individual, looking vastly different to their owners, not so fancy. Or maybe if they are, rose quartz told pearl to look how she wanted, not so much like her. Of course it’ll be a long time till we know because the story of how Pearl and Rose Quartz came to be will probably be a hefty chunk of the story line and wont be coming up for a while. 

2.) Rose Quartz is not Pink Diamond

I genuinely believe that Rose Quartz is not pink diamond. For many reasons.

1- When Rose and Pearl arrive at Blue Diamonds… whatever the hell that thing was, People are confused as ask “Who are you?” if it was in fact Pink Diamond wouldn’t they know?

2 - Also I believe that the song “Love Like You” is actually from Pink Diamond to Rose Quartz. In the song the person singing says they thought they were bad and now they are sure that its true. I think Rose Quartz and Pink Diamond were close and that Rose Quartz was always the head of the rebellion, she wanted Pink Diamond on her side, but she constantly struggled with staying with her diamond sisters or taking the side of a true friend. What could’ve happened, Pink diamond was shattered (Or badly injured) for taking Roses’ side and was removed from the matriarchy. 

What ever happened I think it had this one out come. Pink Diamond isn’t dead Or held in some deep prison cell. She’s simply corrupt but since she was a diamond (the most powerful of the gems), and she was pink diamond (the diamond of love and care) she was able to retain some sense of self. She simply became 

Lion. 

3.) Think about it! Look at all the past corrupt gems.

The centipeedle, the blowfish, those were corrupted gems, taking the form of some earth animal. Plus Lion is magical, where else could he have came from? Alot of people think that the bubbled gem inside of Lion is Bismuth, but bismuth isn’t a gem. I think that it’s Pink Diamonds diamond, either shattered or damaged. The crystal gems did say Rose was always trying to rehabilitate corrupted gems. And it would then make sense that no one knew about Lion because she needed to be kept a secret, just in case someone like pearl, or garnet were captured and wouldn’t give up her identity/ where abouts.

4.) Two other pieces of evidence, Lion knew what the moon base was and while using his/her warping power we seeeeeeeee..

(kinda dark cause it was screenshot on my phone.) But BOOM baby, a pink diamond. (Sorry for any grammar errors its 12 a.m here) If you have any Steven Universe theories or just love the show, follow me and maybe we can exchange our ideas. 

So When Were You Going to Tell Me?

“I can’t believe it,” you whispered. You stood in awe at the paper you held in your hands. Your mouth stayed slightly opened, body unmoving, while you were lost in a sea of thoughts. Feelings of mixed emotions washed over and drowned you under them.  

The front door of the apartment creaked open with Nate announcing his arrival. “I’m home, babe! You won’t believe what happened at the store. So there-”

His voice that started off loud and clear, began to trail off as you tuned him out, still shocked from what you have just discovered. But as he got closer, so did his voice, and the audio of his little story gradually came back to focus and snapped you back. You shook your head and made a frantic attempt to swiftly slide the letter back in its original place - on the bedroom table under, yet somewhat sticking out, between two other unrelated letters. Immediately successful, you made an effort to make yourself look as normal as possible by pretending to be on your phone, careful to not give off any negative vibes Nate would feel.

The door opens with Nate still rambling on. “-n’t even know it was the last one! Can you believe it?” he laughed.

You jerk your head up from the screen and giggled, acting as if you heard everything he said. “Wow, I can’t!”

“Right?!” he shouts. He sets his keys and wallet down on his bedside table and undresses for his shower. “Start the movie, yeah? I’ll be out in a bit and the boys should be here soon.”

You feigned a smile and nodded at him. “Sure, baby.”

“(Y/N)?” Nate called.

You lift your head up and, confused, stare at the wet, half naked Nate standing in front of you. “Yeah?” you answered.

Shocked, he asked, “I thought you were gonna start the mov- Have you been standing there this whole time?”

“What are you talking about? It’s barely been a minute,” you let out a stiffened chuckle.

He furrowed his eyebrows closely together, extremely confused by your estimated time. “It’s been, like, 10 minutes… Lil mama,” he stepped closer towards you.

You subconsciously step back, taking Nate by surprise with your action. Upon realizing your off gesture, you wanted to avoid any misconception and gave him a smile with a lie. “I must have lost track of time. Sorry, I’m just tired. That’s all.”

He didn’t believe a word you said. “You’re never tired on movie nights, especially when the boys come over. Wha-”

With anger building up inside of you, you finally exploded. You quickly turn around to the dresser to which the letter was laid upon, whipped it out from underneath the other junk mail, and held it up to his face that was a couple feet away from you. You said nothing for the letter spoke for itself.

“(Y/N),” he softly called out. “Th-that’s not- That’s not what you t-think it is,” he stuttered.

“Oh, really?” You proceed to open the letter back up and read what the first couple line stated. With a sarcastically, overly ‘happy’ tone, you started: “Congratulations, Nathan Montgomery Maloley! Island/Def Jam would like to cordially invite you with open arms to come join with us and perform all over the world from places in the states to cities in different countries. It’s a year long tour with many of the best, well-known rappers, singers, and anyone else you can think of.” You then take another piece paper from below and showed the application he filled out that stated he accepted the invitation. “So when were going to tell me, huh, Nate?”

He stood motionless, not even his lips moved to explain himself.

You folded your arms and shifted your weight on your right leg. “You weren’t, were you?” You scoff and shake your head, rolling your eyes at him. “Wow.”

“(Y/N), you don’-”

“I don’t what? I don’t understand? We’re you really going to tell me I don’t fucking understand?”

“I was going to tell you about it…” he lightly let out, looking at the ground.

You tilt your head down to try to get him to make eye contact. “When, Nate? On the day you leave because that’s in two weeks. This letter dates about a month and a half ago!”

“I just didn’t know how to tell you, (Y/N),” he brings his head up. “I was trying-”

“Forget it, Nathan. I don’t want to-”

“LET ME FINISH!” he shouted. He scoffs and shakes his head before he takes a long look at you. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I’m sorry I kept it from you for this long, but I didn’t know how else to tell you. What was I going to say? It’s not something you casually bring up, lil mama. This discussion takes time, and that’s what I wanted. I wanted time before I did anything and that’s why that stupid paper that says ‘yes’ hasn’t even made it to the mailbox yet. I never called, I never emailed them, I never did anything to ensure my spot in this whole year tour thing. Of course I was going to tell you because your thoughts and opinions about this is the most important one to me. So I’m sorry that I never told you, but since we’re here now…. let’s talk…”

He sat at the end of the bed and patted on the empty spot next to him. His rant allowed him to let out some steam and gave you time to put yourself together - all signs of anger clearly left the both of you by now. You sauntered over and took your seat. You look at Nate whose eyes were soft, hinting a bit of sadness that this conversation was going to happen because, just like any supportive girlfriend, he knew what you were going to say.

“What’s there to even talk about?” you half-smiled. “I mean, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity…”

“I was scared you were going to say that,” he sighed. “It’s a whole year, lil mama. That means we’ll be apart for a whole damn year. Do you think we can even handle that?”

“Are you saying we’re not strong enough?” you playfully joked. “Us? The group’s power couple??” He chuckled at your words. “I think we can do it. We have Skype, facetime, texting, our phones. Everything will revolved around our devices, but I think we’re strong enough,” You nodded as eager began to increase. You were more sure of yourself now. “We can so do this!” you jumped up.

“You really think so??” Nate questioned with a smile.

“I’m sorry I blew up on you like that. I was just scared and upset that I didn’t know about this sooner, but I understand why you kept it from me. But I know it’ll work out, Nate. We will still be together when you come back.”

“Okay, then I guess this tour’s a go!” he shouted of joy, jumping off the bed. He lays his hand on your cheek and kisses your lips.

The moment was interrupted when the boys downstairs finally arrived. “(Y/N)! Nate! We’re heeeeeere,” Sam dragged out.

“Come on, let’s go tell the boys,” you smiled. You took a few steps forward until Nate grabs your hand and intertwines his fingers between yours.

“Now we can go,” he cheekily says.


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12x03 - Episode Review - What a roller coaster!

Honestly I adored this episode. It made me laugh (Cas and Crowley were a brilliant odd couple), it made me cry (Oh gosh Dean at the end was heartbreaking) and overall it was a massive step up from last week thanks to Bobo being a much more talented writer than Bucklemming ever could be.

Things that stood out

Mary’s conversation with Castiel - That one hurt. Mary is clearly still traumatised over what she has been through and deeply mourning the loss of her children (because it is a loss to her) and her husband. I can’t imagine that John’s journal is giving her much relief because we know just how terribly dark Sam and Dean’s childhood was. It is heart wrenching to watch her struggle with that. But this conversation with Castiel proves one very important point. Castiel does not see himself as family yet. Even though Dean told him he was a brother, Cas doesn’t see it. We figured this based on his reaction to the car scene in 11x23 anyway, but this moment just proved that. Cas doesn’t think he belongs with the Winchesters and doesn’t yet feel that the Bunker is his home.  

When did it start to feel like you fit? Like you belong here?”

“I’m still not sure I do.”

Cas’ face at that moment. The way he gives her a very slight smile that’s probably his version of a shrug. I just… I want to wrap my arms around him and tell him that he DOES fit and that BOTH Winchester’s WANT HIM TO FEEL THAT HE IS FAMILY. But urgh. They are gonna need to spell it out here. This is why communication is a major player this season.

The fact that he then goes on to say “You do belong here” is again further proof that Castiel’s mind set isn’t all that great at the moment and that he hasn’t recovered. Mary has just come back into the Winchester’s lives and is their mother and family by blood, to Castiel, it is obvious that she is loved and wanted and needed. She belongs with the boys even though she is a stranger to them when you really think about it, and they are strangers to her. Castiel has been their family for 8 years now, and yet he still doesn’t see it. Just kill me someone it hurts too much to think about.

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i have a prompt/request for ya: one big beautiful oneshot where it's all star season again and zendaya and val are dancing contemporary to already home by a great big world. now your genius mind work on the details ;)

I have to admit, I’ve planned out another All Star Season (probably in waaaaay more detail than you would imagine) and I never thought of this song. Probably because I’ve never heard it before. But I YouTubed it and felt it out and oh my lord. I’m IN LOVE with it. Seriously. I got such a big smile on my face and was instantly just hit with a rush of excitement and inspiration to write this. I hope it doesn’t disappoint.

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Could I get some 707 meeting MC's parents? (also I love how the mm fandom has just agreed that seven's still a total memelord even after the seriousness/ending shenanigans of his route. admittedly i've only seen the route through youtube so i may be missing something, but still. not saying it's bad, i do that as well (*cough*and shall never stop*cough*), i just find it hilarious :3)

Meeting the parents huh? I was a little tore on how to make him act here so I hope you guys like what i went with.

-707 Route Spoilers-

Enjoy!

~Stormy

   “Are you sure you’re ready for this? We can put it off a little longer. I’m sure my parents would understand…” Your voice hinted concern but Seven either didn’t mind or didn’t notice. He gave you his signature smile and shrugged, dressed in the same outfit he wore for the last RFA party. Though he hadn’t bothered to part his hair differently, allowing it to fall slightly into his line of vision.

   “What are you talking about, of course I’m ready to meet them. They’ll be my parents too and God knows I need to apologize for asking for your hand before consulting them.” You sighed, you were worried. You loved Seven for who he was, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t see how bizarre of a guy he was. You had clicked with him because you had gotten the chance to be his friend before being his lover. Your parents hadn’t seen that part of your blossoming relationship.

   “___, are you okay? If you bit your lip any harder, you’ll make it bleed…” Seven’s voice sounded more concerned than you felt and you quickly released your hold on your own skin. Breathing out again you moved to wrap your arms around his shoulders, he just as easily held you closer.

   “I really want them to like you… because it would suck if I had to completely ignore their opinion.”

   “What do you mean?”

   “I mean, no matter what they may say, I’m going to be with you. It will just be easier if they accept this.”

   “Don’t worry, I’m a charmer, I got this.” This made you laugh and he smiled triumphantly, proud that he lifted your mood.

   “Well we’ll never know unless we make it to dinner. Shall we go?”

   “We shall.” You replied and let him lead you out to one of his ‘babies’. The ride to the restaurant consisted of you filling Seven in on what your parents did for a living and the various question that they may ask of him. When you finally arrived you spotted your father’s car and pointed.

   “Seems they’re already here… Okay, best behavior, alright?”

   “Yes mom.” He sniggered and you rolled your eyes, but cracked a smile. His joking demeanor would make this night smoother, at least, for you.

   “So this is him, huh?” Your father’s eyes scanned Seven up and down and landed on his eyes with narrowed ones of his own.

   “Wow, so handsome. Our ___ sure can pick them.” Your mother giggled as the two of you took a seat. Seven’s cheeks flushed slightly at the compliment but his still held his hand out for both your parents to shake.

   “Mom, dad, this is Luciel Choi. My fiance.” You moved your hand to his on the table, smiling at him as you said his name, earning one back from him.

   “Fiance?” You father’s voice was low and questioning, like he was trying to be threatening, but Seven hardly seemed effected. So much time working for a secret agency, in constant danger, made normal people seem a bit less scary.

   “Yes sir, I came here to personally apologize for not being able to ask you for her hand. But in an attempt to redeem myself, I would still like to ask your blessing.” The older man didn’t show any reaction to Seven’s request, instead he changed the topic rather drastically.

   “What do you do for a living, Mr. Choi?” You heart skipped a beat, you had no idea what to say. You looked up at Seven and hoped he had some lie, even though you felt guilty for lying to your parents…

   “I work with computers, sir.” He answered with a small glance your way. Oh… well that wasn’t a lie.

   “Oh, you must be so smart. How did you and ___ meet?” Your mother finally spoke up again.

   “Ah, __ actually helped me and a few friends plan a fundraiser party. She was the guest coordinator, she’s truly gifted in the field.” Seven’s reply came smooth and sweet, brushing over the fact that the two of you technically never attended that party, or that the first half of your relationship started over a chat room.

   “And what did you do for this fundraiser?” Seven was taking the third degree rather well, not flinching at questions he normally wouldn’t answer.

   “I handle our guest’s information. Most people that attend are big shots so it’s the more secretive side of our association.”

   “I see…” The conversation was abruptly ended when the waiter came to take everyone’s order, your mother and father went first and when the man got to Seven he order for himself and for you. Your eyes glimmered as he chose exactly what you had wanted.

   “How did you know?” You asked as you leaned more toward him, watching as his golden eyes flashed knowingly.

   “Anytime we go out, you get something along the lines of that. So I just figured.” This warmed your heart and you nodded with a bright smile. Your parents watched as the two of you interacted and your father finally let out a sigh, grabbing your attention.

   “Alright, you have it.”

   “What do you mean, dad?” You asked curiously, tilting your head slightly, and testing Seven’s self control to not kiss you when you were so adorable.

   “My blessing, you have it. I don’t remember the last time I saw you so happy. But Luciel,” Seven nodded in acknowledgment.

   “Take care of my daughter, you understand?”

   “Absolutely, sir.”

   The car ride home was loud and cheerful as you commended Seven on his ability to handle the situation. He beamed at your praise but mocked offense.

   “Of course I did well, didn’t you believe in me?” You giggled and swatted at his shoulder playfully.

   “I did, it was my father that I was worried about.” He nodded, reaching over to grab your hand and give it a reassuring squeeze.

   “I would have done anything to get his approval. Even if you don’t think we needed it, I would have hated myself if I had been the cause of a falling out between you and your parents.”

   “Then, you saved the day once more, 707 Defender of Justice!” You had sensed the hint of sadness in his voice and decided to turn the mood back to playfully cheerful for his sake. Something he noticed and gave you another squeeze of gratitude.

   “This god is always at your service.” He grinned, this time allowing you to squeeze his hand as you caught on to his more suggestive tone.

   “Oh, I’ll be sure to test my faith then.” You giggled making him laugh. Tonight had gone exceptionally well and it was another day at the beginning of your life with Seven. You couldn’t have been happier.

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I just read your about page and I'm curious and slightly scared that I'm about to unleash a revolutionary, but what are your views on disney? (please don't kill me)

haha well I will certainly not kill you for ansking but I’m the one who might get killed

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The klayley developments we've all been waiting for... ( 1x20 meta)

The latest episode of TO gave Klaus and Hayley some MUCH needed progress and I’m so happy about that despite other developments that shall not be named lol 

 Before I get to the absolute best scene of the night and one of the best scenes of the series aka The Nursery, I want to talk about the funeral procession scene with Klaus/Hayley/Elijah. I really really enjoyed it and I think it gave us a glimpse into one of the things I like about Klaus and Hayley. So Hayley asks if he thinks that she was the target in the bayou. Klaus, in all of his Klaus glory, responds by saying of course she was and if it was him he would string her up for all her worshippers to see. It’s clear that Klaus is joking and Hayley doesn’t take offense to it, she kinda looks at him like “seriously Klaus?” I liked how she wasn’t just appalled and offended that he would make a joke like that. Some people would have been like omg how dare you, that’s not funny Klaus, not funny at all, you are terrible. But not Hayley, I don’t think she minds his twisted humor and I think Klaus knew she wouldn’t which is why he didn’t care about saying something like that to her. Hayley isn’t all suck up and snooty like some people we know who shall not be named and neither is Klaus and I like that about them both and I think that’s one of the things that makes their dynamic interesting. Anyway then he puts his arm around her and pulls her close so he can talk to her and tells he about mikael tormenting him. Now I’m not exactly sure why he did that but I do have some thoughts a possible reason why. Its my personal opinion that he did it to kinda assert himself to Hayley in Elijah’s presence. Now this is just personal opinion and I could be totally wrong, and feel free to disagree with me, but notice when the scene first started Elijah had his hand on hayley’s back and he told he that she looked lovely. We didn’t see klaus’s reaction but he was standing right there watching, he saw it and he heard it. It’s not unreasonable to think that even if we didn’t see it that it bothered him that it probably did. I think that’s why he put his arm around her like that. Early in the season Klaus would have most likely got super pissed and would not have wanted to talk to Hayley after that, but I think current Klaus isn’t content with just standing in Elijah’s shadow when It comes to Hayley anymore. There’s another example of why I think this that I’ll talk about later but I think that was Klaus’s way of kinda saying I’m here too. He didn’t have to initiate close contact like that with her but he did it any way and it was his way of showing her affection. Of course it’s not necessarily romantic affection but it is affection. He can show her affection just like Elijah can, just in his own way, he knows that’s something that he wasn’t very good at early on but over the season we’ve seen him gradually open up to her more and more and actually try. I like how it seemed totally within his character too and how Hayley didn’t shy away from him immediately. She could have brushed him off right away but she didn’t, instead she walked down that street with him whispering in her ear and with his arm around her like they were a couple actually cool with each other. She was comfortable with it and him, just as she’s shown on several other occasions.

  I also LOVED how Klaus told her that the cycle of misery stops with his child. That goes right back to how I felt about the Rebekah/Klaus thing. I always said that the baby was the thing that made Klaus see the error of his ways and let Rebekah go. He finally saw that he was actually capable of inflicting the same scars on his child that his father had did to him. He recognized that he was in a never ending cycle and that it would continue with his child unless he changed, no body could end the cycle but him and the first step in that was finally loving Rebekah enough to let her go. That’s confirmed for me when he said that the cycle of misery ends with his child. Klaus want’s to be at peace with his past (later he asks Elijah if he thinks he will find it after Mikael is gone for good) and he’s finally in a place where he wants better, he want’s more out of life just like Rebekah told Hayley. I liked that he told her that. I liked how he felt comfortable enough with her to basically acknowledge that he’s been living in misery and he wants it to stop and it’s going to start with their child. He also says that it’s not his intention to become Mikael. He’s basically telling her that he not only wants to be a father, he wants to be a good father, he want’s to be everything for his child that his parents weren’t to him and it was great that he told her that because I think it was something he needed to share with her, she is the mother of his child after all. Now I would have loved if Hayley said “aww Klaus how sweet I believe you!” and just melt and swoon but that’s not the Hayley I know and love and I’m actually glad she didn’t. Hayley, who still has her doubts about Klaus, esp after he didn’t come through for her after last episode, still has that wall up and she ain’t letting it down that easily, but she did say something that she’s never said before all season and that was a big moment for her. She finally called the baby OUR child. We’ve heard Klaus say it before and we’ve seen her reaction to it but she’s never said it before. What he told her might not have made her drop that wall completely but it did put a dent in it and her saying that showed that. I think she actually believed him when he said what he said, I mean Rebekah had already basically told her the same thing, and because of that she was finally able to let herself give into the idea of this baby being their child. I think that’s something she’s been wanting but as I said in my previous meta, it’s something she didn’t think she could get it. She tried to kinda run from the reality all season when you think about it  which is why she never referred to the child as our child before, she hardly mentioned klaus and him being that father of her child. It was easier to just think of it as hers, she would be raising it alone after all, but we learned last episode that it’s something she can’t escape and that it’s not something she truly wants to escape.  She’s always wanted it to be our child she just got too disappointed to many times to let her self truly believe it. Her finally uttering the words was her not running from the reality anymore, she’s starting to really embrace it and that big moment lead to another moment they shared later on. Let me just add I also like how sassy she was when she said it, it reminded me of 4x16 hayley and their banter reminded me of their 4x16 banter, I missed that between them but I’m glad to see that its still there.

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A Pocketful of Jelly Beans, Ch. 17

Summary: AU Accountant Tom and his wife are on their way to a party when they are overtaken by masked gunmen and secrets are forced to light.

Genre: Thriller/Angst

Rating: M (abduction/flashbacks, depiction of gun violence, bruising/marking, G/F relationship)

Author’s Notes/Warning: This story has content that I now refer to as G/F (Guide/Follower), because I don’t think that the only other classification I have found (D/s) properly fits the relationships I write.  No specific warnings for this chapter.  Thank you so much for your continued support of this story!

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I raced down the stairs to find Tom and Amanda seated in the living room and exchanging pleasantries. She was a keen observer and the slight flare in her eyes upon seeing the bruises around my neck didn’t escape my notice. Rising quickly when I entered the room, she gave me a careful bear hug and then looked sharply in Tom’s direction, keeping one hand on my shoulder protectively.

“This seems like an appropriate time to mention that I know half of the fine men and women who work on Her Majesty’s Police Force and my husband is a martial arts instructor.”

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Do you, I do? Chapter Five

Hi everyone! Allie and I would just like to sincerely apologize for taking sooooo long to post this. Between our daily lives and lots of writers block, it’s taken a while to finally finish this chapter. Although updates may not be as weekly as we planned, we’re going to try and update as often as possible. BUT we hope you enjoy! things will start to heat up pretty soon… maybe not in the way you may think. ;)

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“Whatcha doin’ there, handsome?” Jennifer smiled, walking up to him at the kitchen table where he had been sitting since they both woke up.

“Reading a script.”

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