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everwitch-magiks · 3 years

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RWRB Fics Roundup

Hey y’all! Once upon a time I had the ambition to post links on here to all the fics and new chapters that I publish on AO3, and I think it’s safe to say that I’ve been an absolute disaster at that over the summer. In my defense I’ve just had so much to write, but that’s not much of a defense seeing as it doesn’t take ages to chuck a link on here. Anyhow. Bottom line is, I’ve severely neglected it, and it’s gotten to a point where I’m just gonna make a post with links to everything I’ve written since June (ish) for you to peruse, so you can see if there’s one that you didn’t catch wind of that catches your eye now. Neat, huh?

So, without further ado, the links! The fics! Let’s go.

Completed works

Love At First Bark General Audiences, AU, tooth-rotting fluff. 3K. “I still don’t know your name, do I?” Henry watches Alex where he’s crouched down in front of David and gently scratching David below his chin. David absolutely loves Alex. Henry can relate. “It’s David,” Henry supplies. “Cool,” Alex says. “And what’s the dog’s name?” Henry blinks at him. “... David?” “What?” Alex exclaims. He looks from David to Henry and then back at David again. “Wow, okay, that is a choice.” Henry wants to sink through the earth and never come back up again.

Shameless Explicit, AU, Henry has a reputation. 14K. Henry has a lot of sex. A lot. He's young and in college and there is no shortage of men to fall in bed with. What better time to explore what he likes and what he fucking loves, as well as to catalogue how to make his many, many partners feel as good as possible? It’s all part of the learning experience. And Henry is a very dedicated student.

Alex has been inescapably aware of Henry ever since that one time they kissed. You don’t just stop being aware of the guy who basically caused your sexuality. So when Henry propositions Alex at a lame frat party, Alex accepts eagerly. Maybe this is exactly what he needs. Maybe, if he can just have Henry once, he’ll have a better chance of finally getting over his embarrassing fixation with Henry. It's worth a try.

When The Time Is Right Part four of my sex club series. Explicit, AU, dom Henry and sub Alex. 16K. “Maybe I could challenge you more,” Henry suggests, his eyes carefully trained on Alex. “And hold you accountable for longer. How does that sound?” “That sounds fucking amazing,” Alex tells him, the words coming out in a rush. “Yes. That. Please.” “Alright, then.” Henry offers him a sly grin. “Alex, love. You just gave me a wonderful idea.” It’s really something, how quickly Alex’s heartbeat picks up. “Oh? Do tell.” Henry’s grin widens. He looks alarmingly pleased with himself. “How would you feel about a staycation?”

When Alex asks Henry for something a little more intense in the bedroom, they end up taking more than just their sex life to the next level.

Out For A Bite Explicit, AU, suspense and supernatural elements. 3K. Henry's eyes fly up, zeroing in on the reflection in the mirror. There, behind him. The man from the bar. He looks different in the fluorescent bathroom lights. Sharper. There’s a look in his eyes that has Henry shivering all over again. It's greedy. Hungry.

He’s staring right at Henry.

Henry's throat feels dry. His heart beats madly. He's heard whispers of this place, and more importantly of its patrons. He thinks he knows what this man is.

ever fallen in love (with someone you shouldn’t have fallen in love with) Explicit, AU, Alex and Henry in DIY Punk & mainstream pop punk, respectively. 34K. Teenage music sensation Kensington have taken the world by storm. With their cool leather jackets and wickedly distorted guitars, they're a pop duo that packs a punch. Or at least they sound like one—their lyrics unfortunately lack any semblance of depth. Alex can't fucking stand Kensington. But thankfully, he doesn’t have to. He’s not likely to cross paths with those British pop losers during his final semester of high school in Texas. And even if he did, he'd never let some stupidly attractive blonde take his focus away from the goal that Alex has worked towards for years: winning the Austin Band Slam with his latino punk trio.

But when Henry comes crashing into Alex's life, with his intriguing piano pieces and piercing blue eyes and slow, purposeful kisses that make Alex burn with want, Alex finds that he might need to reevaluate his stance on both pop losers and distractions. Or maybe not. Maybe he’s better off keeping Henry at arm's length, since it's so painfully evident that Henry will never love him back.

Never Tell Me The Odds Teen and Up Audiences, canon verse, an outside perspective on First Prince as well as a story about a certain Star Wars mural. 2K. "Wait!" Alex yells up to the driver. "Stop! Stop the car!" Up close, it's beautiful. Two stories tall. He can’t imagine how somebody was able to put together something like this so fast.

Ash had never imagined that they'd get the chance to actually meet Alex Claremont-Diaz, and much less get the chance to tell Alex about how that very special Star Wars mural came to be. Although of course, Ash never would have met Alex if it hadn’t been for Farida. Farida and her bold courage, and her warm compassion, and her sometimes infuriating (but always endearing) stubbornness.

yrs. faithfully (with nowhere to go) Explicit, canon verse, a lazy morning in bed leads to something more. 3K. When Alex and Henry wake up together the day before their anniversary, they're genuinely planning on getting out of bed and spending the day as productive members or society. Truly, their intentions are honorable. But a trip down memory lane gets them reminiscing about that night exactly one year ago, when Alex had come running through the rain to deliver some choice words about obtuse fucking assholes.

As Alex and Henry start to relive the memory, they quickly realize that they both remember it intimately. So intimately that they might be able to pull off something of a do-over.

Gadgets and Gizmos A-Plenty A companion piece to dearest Hattie’s soulmate fic. Mature, AU, a look into Henry buying sex toys. Yes. That’s the fic. 2K. There’s a bunch of regulars that Amir knows by name (and, unavoidably, by kinks), but most often Playtime gets one-time visitors. Which makes sense, really. A lot of people don’t seem to want to step into the same adult toy shop twice. So Amir is always a little extra curious when there’s a repeat customer, especially one who is this attractive. And, interestingly, one who’s come back so soon.

The tall, classically handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes left Playtime no less than five hours ago after having purchased a medium-sized, fairly standard vibrator well suited for anal play. And now he’s back. Because apparently, he’s found he needed another vibrator.

If Sex Was A Sport We’d Be Winning Mature, AU, a classic Olympics hookup. 3K. It's remarkable, truly, that Alex didn't even want to be here. He only came all the way to Ariake because June was determined to watch a bunch of prissy ponies strut around to music. Still, perhaps the true Olympic experience lies in the wide variety of disciplines. Or, perhaps, it has something to do with chatting up a pretty blond behind the stables and getting him to show you the inside of an Olympic tack room. As Alex quickly takes to Henry’s sweet smiles and easy confidence, he realizes that just a few stolen moments with this man might turn into his most cherished memory from the Tokyo Olympics.

Alex knows better than to get attached, though. He and Henry live an ocean apart. There’s no way this quick fumble in the stable equivalent of a supply closet could ever lead to anything more. Right?

Talk Dirty To Me Explicit, AU, dom Henry and sub Alex. 9K. Henry studies Nora’s expression for a moment. There’s something about her favourable account of this guy she claims not to want to sleep with again that doesn’t add up. "But you're still not interested in taking him on?"

"He wants more than I'm willing to offer," Nora says frankly. Henry’s always liked this about her—how she doesn’t skirt around the hard facts. It's a part of what makes her so good at dominating. "But you know what? For you, he'd be kind of perfect."

Henry has been active in the local BDSM scene for years and there’s no shortage of men who’d love nothing more than to find themselves at his mercy. But Henry is on a break. He’s not looking for a new partner, but he’s also not expecting to become so intrigued by the man that Nora insists he should meet. Alex is a newcomer on the scene who doesn’t yet know exactly what he wants, much less with who. There’s no way that he could turn out to be exactly who Henry needs. Right?

Date night (please toy with me) Explicit, canon verse, a night out leads to some fun with a toy. 4K. This… this is new. They’ve talked about trying this, about what it’d be like to conceal some of their intimacy in plain sight, about what it would feel like to try and reclaim what is most private to them by flaunting it without anyone even knowing, by daring to take risks again. They’ve agreed that they’d still need to be careful, but they’ve also agreed that it would be interesting. That it would be fun.

And apparently, Henry thinks tonight is the night for it. “Do you trust me, love?”

“Yeah.” Alex swallows. He picks up the box, studying it for a moment. “Do you want… what do you want me to do?”

“I want you to go to the bathroom,” Henry says evenly, “You’ll find everything you need in the box. Then I want you to come back and sit down. Can you do that for me?”

“Yeah. Of course.” Alex taps the box, grinning in Henry’s direction. “I expect we’ll be leaving soon?”

Henry smiles slyly. “If you’re good, yes.”

Ongoing works

Hashtag Soulmates Mature, AU, Henry writes fanfiction. 23K and 7 chapters so far. Alex is perfect and handsome, the golden boy, everybody’s secret crush. So there is absolutely no way that he is the reader who screeches in caps lock every time that Henry posts as much as a drabble. There’s no way. Except Alex just closed his browser fast as fucking lightning, but not before Henry had gotten a good glimpse of the page Alex had open: AO3. ‘Don't Stop Me Now’, Henry’s current wip. The one that Henry literally just updated.

Sweet Jesus. Could it really be?

That... is all! It’s been a productive summer. I’m very excited to continue writing Hashtag Soulmates, and also to start working on a few upcoming First Prince fics that I’m planning on writing. Stay tuned for fics! ♡

#First prince #FirstPrince #red white and royal blue #rwrb #alex claremont-diaz #Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor #evie writes #fanfiction

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levinneheart · 4 years

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Partner in Crime

— A scenario to celebrate this blog hitting the 100 follower mark!!!

➳ Description: This is a story between enemies; a middle school friend turned salty, a high school partner turned full debate sessions, and an unfortunate girl stuck in the middle… it seems there is going to be trouble ahead.

➳ Pairing: Akaashi Keiji x F!Reader

➳ Prompt: Enemies to Lovers, Shy Confessions, Scenario

➳ Genre: FLUFF, ANGST

➳ Word count: 2k+

➳ Disclaimer: Pictures used are not ours and are all credited to their owners. Haikyuu characters are owned by Haruichi Furudate.

Prologue: Trouble Ahead

Alt Route: Wit’s End (Tsukishima Route)

➳ Recap: (Y/n) had a choice to make. Go after her broken friendship with a childhood friend, or stay with the new and intriguing project partner…

She decided to stay with Akaashi as her grades were at stake and she wanted to at least get along with the latter since she was going to be the Fukurodani’s manager after the 3rd years have graduated.

I could always talk to Tsukishima later. (Y/n) thought before snapping out of her reverie when she heard a familiar voice.

“Okay. Let’s discuss it after our practice match.” The vice-captain calmly replied. “Is that okay?” To which (y/n) immediately responded with a nodding of agreement. Akaashi shot her with a small smile before walking away and joining his team who looked on with a slight smirk on their faces.

It was gone, that unfamiliar way his heart babbles at her sudden actions. What was it? Either way, she was kinda cu—

Akaashi shook his head softly to hide his red tinted cheeks whilst (y/n) looked on and smiling softly at herself before starting to help the other managers on setting everything out: the chairs, the water bottles, the towels, etc.

Later after practice, they did talk about their topic and settled on the Development of Documentaries in Volleyball as both have aspects of Volleyball and Film. Their interaction was stiff and awkward but they did sort of makeup so (y/n) counts it as a win.

When the night came, Bokuto saw (y/n) walk past the gym he and Akaashi were practicing at. “Hey (l/n)!” Bokuto called out, gaining the younger girl’s attention “Do you wanna watch our practice with Nekoma’s captain? You could assess our skills and gain experience from it!”

(Y/n) thought about it for a minute before smiling brightly. “Sure, Bokuto-kun! I can only stay for a couple hours though, since we managers are gonna cook for you all tonight.” She reasoned out before adding, “Oh! Lemme get my clipboard real quick!” as she runs off to retrieve said item.

Akaashi raised a brow in suspicion at his friend who just smiled innocently at him before the ravennette began playing with his fingers as they invited two more people to practice with them.

(Y/n) came back with her clipboard after a few minutes, she was greeted by a surprising sight: Akaashi is tossing for Bokuto and Kuroo guiding Tsukishima while whipping Lev to shape by making him practice on receiving.

When did the two of them look so cool when playing volleyball? Especially Akaashi. She asked herself as she felt her cheeks heat up. I guess I haven’t paid much attention to him when I became a manager. She rationalized, nodding slightly as if to convince herself.

After their practice, Tsukishima approached (y/n) with Yamaguchi urging him to sincerely apologize while she did the same, bowing her head slightly. “Tsukki, I’m so sorry for not talking to you.”

“No, it’s fine. I didn’t take any effort too.” Tsukishima replies while Akaashi nods to you both as he walks past and stepped out of the gym with a heavy heart.

He had heard about they’re situation from the others and he wanted to give them space to sort out their differences but at the same time, something told him he didn’t like the way they got close to each other.

They may be friends but I’m— Akaashi stopped on his tracks, his eyes widening slightly in realization. It explained everything; the bubbling feeling and the heaviness on his chest. How could he not have known? The answer was in front of him the whole time, yet he didn’t notice.

Reason 1: He wasn’t the type to fight someone.

Reason 2: He could’ve agreed to her suggestion on the topic, yet he didn’t.

Reason 3: She was younger than him, which meant that she was stubborn and yet he couldn’t stop being cheeky and kept on bickering.

Reason 4— Akaashi suddenly realized something that shook his whole core, he only argued to get a response from her… Since they didn’t interact at all from the day they were partnered up.

With this new found information, Akaashi now sees (y/n) in a different light as he begins walking again with a small smile whilst a warm feeling spreads throughout his chest.

(Y/n) sighed after eating dinner with the five schools. Making dinner for all of them was tiring and she immediately felt exhausted from keeping up with the hyper first years that Karasuno and Nekoma have. All she wanted to do now was fall onto her sleeping mat and sleep as she made her way to where the girls room was and knocked before entering. She laid out her sleeping mat while the two third years put on their pajamas before changing into her pajamas herself.

The next day came sooner than (y/n) would have liked. She groaned softly as she turned from her side to her back, her head popped out of the covers before pulling the blanket off her.

(Y/n) stared blankly at the ceiling before blinking once or twice and stretching her limbs to fully wake her up. A yawn escaped from her parted lips as she slowly sat up before dragging herself out of the comfort of sleeping in for the day.

All the managers and coaches gathered around the lounge area as they all prepared for breakfast before eating with the boys then practicing, and the process repeats for lunch and dinner. This became a routine everyday during the training camp.

As days of the training camp passed by, you and Akaashi mostly kept their interactions civil. Although, there’s still occasional bickering between them – it’s not as bad as before.

And when they did argue, the 3rd years would often tease them by remarking ‘how they quarrel like an old married couple’ to which (y/n) immediately denies, effectively and ultimately forgetting about the little squabble with Akaashi while the latter shakes his head in disappointment.

(Y/n) actually developed a somewhat okay-ish friendship with her project partner while her relationship with everybody else is like being the team’s little sister as she is the youngest. While she, Tsukishima, and Yamaguchi remained close. Occasionally, meeting up once in a while.

Bokuto started it all. He immediately bombarded (y/n) with his hyper energetic attitude, slightly overwhelming her with it since she wasn’t used to it as a certain someone from middle school was mean to her.

Then, Kaori and Yukie teaches (y/n) about everything she need to know about managing, including managing Bokuto’s mood swings while Washio occasionally gives (y/n) some wisdom on how to cheer their captain up or gives her encouragement which she appreciate, she actually look up to him and see him as her older surrogate brother.

Sarukui and Konoha offer (y/n) to teach her how to play volleyball while telling her about other team’s strengths and weaknesses, giving her tips and tricks on certain plays.

Ahanori and Onaga immediately became (y/n)’s friends, the three are always seen talking to each other or sitting next to each other during breaks and in between practices as the two males were easier to talk and approach.

On the last day, Tsukishima approached her. “Can we talk somewhere private for a minute?” (Y/n) agreed as he led her somewhere but Akaashi got curious so he followed them. “This isn’t easy for me. I’ve never… not like this. But. You matter to me. A lot.” Tsukishima started.

“Ok? I get that our fight wasn’t easy but you’re my friend—”

“I like you.” He interrupted, cornering her against the wall. “No, I’m not expecting a reaction, I’m just stating the fact that I like you. I’ve been in denial for years now, denying these feelings in my heart but I’m done. I like you. There. It’s out in the world.” He took a deep breath before continuing, “I like you, and if you don’t feel the same, that’s okay too. I’m not expecting you to like me back.”

(Y/n) gaped, her whole face turning beet red before gulping hard at the lump forming in her throat. “Oh, I see. I— uh...“ She shifted uncomfortably, looking everywhere for help.

Tsukishima slammed a hand against the brick wall. Halfway closing her in, but still giving her an out if she so chose. “You what?” he taunted. “Come on, (y/n). You know, you can form coherent words better than that.”

Akaashi stepped in and pulled (y/n) behind him, shielding her protectively as she pecked out from behind, holding his arm before looking at Tsukishima with an expression that said ‘I’m sorry’. He glanced between them and sighed in understanding, he gave (y/n) a wry smile and gave Akaashi a respectful nod before walking off.

For the rest of the day, Akaashi kept an eye on (y/n) and when they all got inside the bus, he sat beside her and held her hand throughout the day. He was doing something on his phone and noticed something heavy on his shoulder, he looked down and saw (y/n) leaning on it. Akaashi smiled, shifting slightly so they can both be comfortable before watching the scenery pass by the window until they reached the Fukurodani grounds.

Akaashi shook her lightly to wake her up, offering his open hand. “(Y/n), wake up. We’re here.” to which she woke up to, instinctively accepting his hand as she didn’t mind the way his hand fits snuggly in hers.

They continue their project; Akaashi does the research on his part while (y/n) does hers while co-editing it to fit their topic together perfectly. They don’t fight as much as before besides the occasional vague remarks from Akaashi that seemed kind of flirtatious?

(Y/n) can’t really tell as she never could figure out how the mind of her project partner works but she did notice that their interactions seemed to be getting more enjoyable. Back then, she was miserable as he pointed out all her weaknesses and mistakes like he already memorized them mentally. Now, he was sort of polite and humbled down in a way.

She approached him to confront him about it. “Do you regret it?”

“What?”

“You know..” she trailed off, struggling to find the correct words. “Everything…?”

He was quiet for a long moment. Heat flooded her face as she opened her mouth to tell him to forget she asked, but he finally said, “Just because we fought doesn’t mean I regretted anything as the matter of fact I didn’t, I enjoyed every single bit of it because I got to be partnered up with you.”

“Yeah.” She said with a bright smile. “Me too.”

Months went by after they got an A+ on their project together, (y/n) was now in the library and looking for a certain book that taught aspiring photographers how to start their own businesses from scratch. She found it on a shelf as she reached up to it, she discovered that she couldn’t reach it. She tiptoed in an attempt to somehow reach over it but failed miserably and when she was about to give up and move on, a hand went above her and grabbed the book she was reaching out for.

“Thanks.” She turned around to face the kind stranger only to see Akaashi was the one who helped her out. “Oh, it’s you, my partner in crime.”

He raised a brow at her before shaking his head softly with a small smile. “Always.” Akaashi replied before wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her closer and placing his free hand on the back of her head. “You’re always my partner in crime and I’m yours.”

“Seems I’ve put myself again in a whole lot of trouble ahead.” (Y/n) chuckled softly before leaning towards him.

“That’s one of your weaknesses too,” He started before continuing, “but it’s too late to back out now.” Akaashi’s warm lip met yours in a slow yet sweet kiss before giving her the book she was reaching for and a brand new blue polaroid camera. Later, (y/n) took their first picture of them together in tribute to all the previous love quarrels they made.

Prologue: Trouble Ahead

Alt Route: Wit’s End (Tsukishima Route)

Tagging: @thesecretlifeoflilly @currentconcern cuz we worked so hard on this collab hahaha and @spiritofthescarletwoods hello 💞🌞 anon

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readerficsbyhyaku · 4 years

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On the verge of broken dreams (Hop x Reader) Part 2

author’s note

Okay so this may be slow burn-ish. I’m the most impatient fuck but i had a great idea for this story so, in the event i actually finish it, it should be cool. Btw you can follow me/bookmark this on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/users/Hyaku . Makes it easier to read all the chapters too.

The next day, you were up early to prepare for your match against Leon. As time went by, you felt your stomach begin to coil into knots, tension building up steadily inside you. When you changed into your gym uniform, you weren’t sure what scared you the most. Was is losing, and that all you had done up until now would be worthless ? Or was it winning and making all that Leon had done until now voided ? Thinking about Leon losing was a crazy thought in itself, but thinking about what consequences that would have was far more terrifying.

And it didn’t help that Leon looked so alike to Hop, you couldn’t help but be reminded of how you had robbed your best friend of his goal in life. But for the sake of everybody cheering you in the stadium, your mom rooting for you at home, your Pokémons, your friends… You had to battle with all your might. You couldn’t half-ass it right now.

You sighed while checking your shoelaces were nicely tied. It wasn’t use torturing yourself about it right now. Leon was undefeated after all, you might as well be just another pebble on his throne of victory.

As the stadium staff told you it was your turn to get onto the pitch, the ball in your stomach became unbelievably heavy. The dozen steps you had to take in the small tunnel under the rows of seats seemed to stretch like gum, your legs feeling numb and wobbly. But against all odds, you managed to emerge into the blazing lights of Wyndon Stadium and walked up to the center of it. In front of you, Leon was doing the same, the widest smile on his face and an absolutely confident demeanor.

There was no way you could beat him, right ?

He grinned at you, saying that he was excited to battle you, that you were promising and such, but his words were drowning in the tension and the cries of everybody around. Then he removed his cape in a swift movement and the battle began.

If you were bedazzled by the atmosphere of the champion fight at first, muscle memory came back after a few instants and your Pokémon synced in with you perfectly. You didn’t have the best or most optimal team by type standards, but you had Pokémon you loved and they gave it back to you tenfold. You could trust them to take a hard hit and still stand up, to fight until the end and then a bit more. Where sometimes you felt in a pinch or at loss for action, your friends compensated by going all in and brute forcing the opposite team with an energy you’d rarely seen before.

And, at last, you were up against Leon’s Charizard. While the orange dragon looked nothing too impressive in his normal form, that was bound to change when the champion gigantamaxed him. Looming over the field, the enormous reptile taunted your whole team. So you did the same, sending one of your Pokémon to dynamax. It wasn’t as flashy as Leon’s throw and transformation, but you found your Pokémon to be way cooler.

Picking one of Charizard’s weaknesses, you ordered your attack but the big dragon was faster. And even if your Pokémon wasn’t weak to fire per se, it hit him, hard. Charizard was in no better shape though, and looking up at your Pokémon, you mouthed a silent “sorry”. You couldn’t draw him out before the next attack, and he knew that if he avoided this one, it would fall on another teammate. So he toughened up and waited for your orders, head held high. Charizard scorched the battlefield again, and your Pokémon fainted in a gigantic explosion of dynamax energy and fire, retreating immediately to his Pokéball.

“You did great” you muttered while choosing who was going next.

Charizard only had one turn in Gigantamax left, so you chose another tough Pokémon that should be able to withstand at least one hit. Just one. You sent your pick next, and it was then that you realized you were one hit close to beating Leon. The undefeatable champion.

Staring at him across the field, you saw sweat dripping on his brow, and his usually wide, beaming eyes were now looking very concentrated, and maybe worried. He was down to his last Pokémon, which hadn’t happened in a long time. His eyebrows were frowned, and his hand hovered to his Pokéball belt in a protective manner.

Your heart ached again, being reminded how you had already broken Hop, and were possibly about to do the same to his brother. Your mind raced and you almost wanted to give up. You didn’t want to beat him, did you ? You wanted to… but you didn’t want to rob him of his future. There was no way you could see Leon as something else than the champion of Galar, and the one Hop was looking up to.

Your eyes wandered into the public and on the front row, you saw Sonia, Marnie, all the gym leaders and… Hop. Hop was there, cheering but you couldn’t hear what he was screaming. Even from the distance, your gazes met, and Hop seemed to smile even wider. Your stomach flipped upside down, hair standing up on the back of your neck. Was he cheering you ? Baffled, you pointed at yourself while wearing the most puzzled expression, and Hop started waving like crazy and jumping around.

You couldn’t let him down a second time.

The ball in your gut having nestled in your throat, you croakily order your Pokémon to attack one last time, and this time he’s faster than Charizard. You almost don’t see the two creatures collide and then Leon’s Pokémon is out in an explosion. And he has not one more to spare.

The public roars louder than you’ve ever heard and for a moment it blanks out every other sensation or thought in your body. You can see Leon hiding his face with his cap, something you’ve never seen him do before. The sound gradually dies down as the public waits for a speech from their new champion, but you can’t move a finger.

Hopefully, Leon saves you once more and pulls you into a hug. You’re thankful he did, because your legs wouldn’t have held you much longer. You wrap your arms around him and try very hard to keep the tears at bay, your arms trembling and your head feeling fuzzy like a Cottonee. Leon finally pulls away and says, a mix of sadness and joy in his voice

“I’m so glad I battled you. It was one of the best matches I ever had.”

Then he grabs your hand to raise it high in the sky and claims

“Galar, you have a new Champion !!”

And the public screams again, a thunderous sound that shakes the walls of the stadium and almost makes you fall.

After waving and smiling a few times, maybe uttering a few thank yous, you retreat to your locker room, still stunned.

You’re the champion. You have beaten Leon. Was it the right choice, though ? You didn’t really have any other…

You felt too exhausted to change, and Leon had given you his big cape “For the time being”. You didn’t quite listen to him, so either he was willing to take back his title, or it was for the time your official champion uniform took to be made. Either way, it made you feel safer, and if everything was too much you could just curl up under it and forget about the world, and what a horrible person you were.

Moving out of the locker room, you were assaulted by a crowd of reporters and people calling your name, asking you questions, going as far as grabbing your hands, your clothes, touching you. You smiled weakly while tugging the cape closer to you, and then the crowd parted a bit. You saw Hop rush towards you and literally jump onto you.

“You did it, mate !!!” he exclaimed while giving you the biggest, tightest hug you ever felt from him.

His eyes were gleaming, his smile was the widest, and he couldn’t stay in place. He looked so happy for you but you couldn’t help but think he should’ve been in your place.

You wanted to tell him how much you were sorry, how bad you felt, how you didn’t deserve any of this. Maybe you wanted him to be mad at you, just a little bit, so you wouldn’t feel like such a fraud. But the words were stuck in your throat, your head spinning because of the amount of people around you.

So you did the next logical thing : you grabbed Hop and ran into one of the elevators that were inside the lobby, and ordered the doors to be closed. Pressing a random floor button, you sighed as the sound of the crowd grew lower and thinner. Hop was taken aback, staring at you with a puzzled look.

“Hop, I’m so sorry !”

You grabbed him by the shoulders, to anchor you and not run away rather than the other way round. The words spilled from your mouth and there was nothing to stop them.

“I’ve done it again… I’ve taken Leon’s dream after taking yours, I’m the worst.”

You felt the ball starting to rise again, much quicker, and your voice cracked and shivered.

“I tried to find a way out. I wanted to stop it, to give up, to say I didn’t want to be the champion. I would’ve done anything, anything. You should’ve been the one facing him, Hop”

Your voice broke as you said his name and you couldn’t say anything more, tears threatening to spill over.

Hop called your name gently a few times, until you rose your head to look at him, eyes glistening.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s not your fault I couldn’t get to battle Leon, if it was anyone’s fault it was mine. And you did a great job today, don’t let anyone tell you you’re not worthy of being the champion.”

While he was saying that, he was rubbing gentle circles onto your shoulders to ease up the tension, and was giving you a very soft smile. His eyes were proud yet muddled with worry, and you felt another pang of guilt in your heart. You made him worry…

“As for Leon, I’m sure he’ll deal with it. If he was scared of losing his title, he wouldn’t endorse anyone. He looked like he was having fun, he’ll get over it.”

You stared into his eyes as he tried to reason and calm you. You wanted to believe him so much. You wanted to push all the terrible thoughts you held for yourself far, far away.

Even if he wasn’t your rival anymore, you still felt some yearning for him. There was something drawing you to him and in this instant, you wanted to stay like this forever. Just you and him, holding him and being held. His voice telling you that everything would be okay, soft whispers to soothe the turbulent emotions inside of you.

The elevator slowed down and you realized you were back to the ground floor, the sound of the reporters getting stronger again. You heard a small ding, and knew the doors would open soon.

Hop seemed to be lost in the same reverie as you, his stare gliding over your features, hands a bit firmer, stronger onto your shoulders. His long lashes fluttered when his gaze lowered and you wanted to see him do it again.

The doors started to open with a low hiss and, by Arceus, you wanted to slam the button to close the door so hard. You wanted this instant to last just a bit longer before being caught in the whirlpool of reality again so much. But you couldn’t. As the doors revealed the crowd to you and you to the crowd, the moment was over and Hop’s hand quickly fell from your body as he stared at the horde of fans, a bit intimidated.

As you went out of the elevator, you smiled at the crowd and signed autographs, and when one of the nosiest journalists asked what you were doing with your rival, you answered

“Hop is my friend, and will always be. He is my friend before being my rival, and I’m his friend before being the Champion. The fact that I have won changes nothing, as we both fought with all we had.”

You at least wanted to make things a little bit right for him. This wouldn’t erase anything, but you wanted him to know… you would’ve done anything for him.

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clownsgobeepbeep · 4 years

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🎎older Atlas and Ula X3

Our muses sit close enough to brush knees/lean against yours

So this turned out a little longer than planned, ‘cause I was trying to write tiny dork and her two big dorks ^^’ Hope it’s good-ish

It was a breezy, autumn evening: a perfect day to spend at the carnival.

With skies that ever so slowly turned into a violet hue after remaining orange for a while, the ground was quite the contrary. There were lights all throughout, whether they be tiny bulbs on booths and food stands, or large signs reading the names of rides placed all around.

All around, upbeat music was heard as people made their way through whatever to get to their favorite rides as fast as possible. Every now and then, there was the sound of a scream piercing through the air and sometimes the sobbing of a child scared out of their mind, but everybody was far too focused on their own enjoyment to take notice.

Below on the ground, was a group of eyes that all stared into the bright, multicolored lights on the moving monument before them. Every little bulb glistened in their eyes that were wide with astonishment if not fear.

“That’s fucking insane.”

“I don’t think I could go on that.”

“I don’t think Princess could go on that.”

“Oh, fuck you Dante.”

Despite the conversation, the group soon tilted their heads upwards to follow the huge object that now swung over the crowd before swinging back continuously.

“I think I’m gonna go with Ama and Henry.”

“I specifically made them go to the other side for a reason Robyn, and you sure as heck are not going to ruin it.”

So many screams now rang through the group’s ears as they continued watching, the giant pendulum before them finally swinging high enough to remain upside down for a moment to then make a full circle.

Two of the group members soon felt their hands be held by smaller ones that gripped onto them tightly, no doubt somewhat nervous.

On the left was the only member with green eyes, these now looking down at his girlfriend who nervously looked up at the ride titled “Freak Out”. On her right was her other boyfriend, this one also looking down at her short figure.

“Uh...how about we go on another ride instead?”

“Are you wussing out Atlas?”

“Rayden, leave him alone. If anyone’s wussing out it’s you.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

“I actually agree with Atlas.” the girl of the group spoke up, hands still gripping onto her partners’. “Maybe we should go eat something.”

“Any ideas?” Atlas asked to the group who remained quiet, seeing as the pendulum slowed down, eventually coming to a complete stop. “Schrader? You know this place more than we do.”

“Um.” Schrader looked away from the ride, returning Ula’s squeeze before turning to Atlas. “There should be a cool potato stand nearby, as well as a funnel cake one.”

“Oooh! I want potatoes!”

“Me too!” Robyn and Rayden exclaimed in unison after Dante licked his lips, the other trio slightly shrugging.

“Well, I really want some funnel cake.” Atlas chuckled, his eye now following a pair who walked in front of the group with a large funnel cake. “Oh yeah, I definitely want some.”

“Same.” Ula nodded before looking over at Schrader. “What about you?”

“I’ll go with the funnel cake as well.” he replied with a smile. “They top them with your choice of ice cream or whip cream, and even berries if you want.”

“That sounds so freaking good.” Ula bit her lip before turning to Dante and the twins. “You guys go get your potato chips or whatever, and then we’ll meet back here in twenty.”

“Got it!” the twins soon grabbed Dante’s arms, dragging him away to then leave Ula alone with Atlas and Schrader, an awkward atmosphere surrounding them like previous times throughout the day.

“Alright.” Ula nodded with a sigh, smiling at each of the boys. “Funnel cake time.”

“Yup.” Atlas gave a small nod, then hearing as Schrader cleared his throat.

“Uh, come on.” he motioned to the side. “Stand’s this way.”

After having walked away from the pendulum ride, the trio soon arrived to a seating area already quite filled with other guests that enjoyed their own carnival snacks.

“Since you guys are bigger than me,”Ula started with a bit of a laugh. “How about you find us a place to sit at while I order?”

“Sounds…”

“Good…” Schrader finished for Atlas.

“Alright. Anything you guys want? Individual cakes?”

“I’m okay with sharing.” Schrader stated before slightly nudging Atlas. “The cakes are pretty huge, especially if they’re on an elephant ear.”

“Oh, okay.” Atlas nodded before Ula smiled at them, soon enough making her way to the stand itself as Schrader and Atlas stood in an even more awkward atmosphere. “There’s a table over there.”

“Great.” Schrader followed after Atlas, both now sitting on a single side of the table for the other had been occupied by a family who thankfully had their backs turned to them. “Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask.”

“Yeah?”

“How’s your day been?” Schrader asked as he fiddled with one of his piercings. “Been having fun?”

“Oh, yeah, totally.” Atlas nodded as he now adjusted his glasses, looking around the area to find Ula who he saw was still in line. “The roller coaster was especially fun.”

“The wooden one?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.” Schrader nodded, then giving a chuckle. “We always thought Ula was the screamer, but as it turns out, it’s Robyn.”

“That was pretty funny.’ Atlas quietly laughed, remembering that even with such high speed and music blaring into everyone’s ears, Robyn could clearly be heard shrieking throughout the ride. “The picture was a lot funnier though.”

“Totally. You know, I saved the code, so maybe I could buy it later.” Schrader shrugged. “As a memory and all, but also something to laugh at.”

“Hm, yeah.” Atlas hummed, now looking down at his hands that he had folded in front of him.

“If we don’t go on the pendulum, where would you wanna go?”

“Uuuh, maybe...the bumper cars? Tilt-a-whirl? If there even is one.”

“Oh there’s one. Three in fact.”

“Three?”

“Three what?” Ula’s voice was now heard, the pair looking behind to see her holding a large board containing quite a large snack that made Atlas’ eyes widen.

“What is that monstrosity?” he scanned the treat that Ula had now placed on the table, the latter soon sitting between Atlas and Schrader who realized how tight the space was, knees all brushing against each other.

“This is the one Schrader mentioned.” Ula giggled as she handed them each a fork. “Elephant Ear topped with funnel cake, topped with ice cream, topped with strawberries and chocolate drizzle.”

“Jeff and Bubbles could eat this entire thing in a single bite.” Atlas poked the cake with his fork, seeing as Ula and Schrader began to dig in. “No, they would each eat one in a single bite.”

“Thankfully, there’s one of this thing and three of us.” Schrader popped a strawberry into his mouth before shutting his eyes, no doubt pleased.

Atlas then took his own piece of the funnel cake, smiling as the flavor hit his tongue before spreading through his mouth.

“So what were you guys talking about?” Ula spoke once again as she took a strawberry and dipped it in ice cream. “How many prizes you guys were gonna win for me at the booths?~”

“I saw some axolotl plushies on the way here.” Atlas mentioned, Ula’s attention fully on him now. “I think it was a throwing game, where you hit milk bottles.”

“Those are always so rigged.” Ula blew a raspberry before taking a piece of the funnel cake. “However, we have a secret weapon named Schrader. You should see all the prizes he’s gotten for Cordie.”

“I can just imagine.” Atlas continued to eat as did Ula and Schrader, the former then turning around when he heard an especially loud scream. “Is that…?”

“Robyn.” Schrader nodded as he and Ula also turned. “Those assholes went on the pendulum without us.”

“Honestly, I wouldn’t really complain.” Ula watched with wide eyes at the attraction that swung high enough to somehow make that one specific scream sound even louder. “I kinda prefer to go to a haunted house.”

“You know,” Atlas looked down at his phone. “We technically still have about ten minutes before we’re supposed to ‘meet up’.”

_____________

“It looks pretty silly.” Atlas commented as he and Ula were lead towards the haunted house attraction, everybody staring up at the dark building that had all sorts of animatronics no doubt purchased at Halloween stores.

“Which in the end gives you a good laugh.” Schrader chuckled as he paid the employee in front of the house the required ticket amount, all three then being allowed inside where they were met up with a four-seat car. “And the breeze is fantastic, in addition to the break from walking.”

“Exactly what I need, because these heels are actually killing me.” Ula stepped into the car, sitting in the front before Atlas and Schrader looked at each other. “Right.”

“You go.” Schrader motioned to Atlas. “I’ll go in the back.”

“You sure? I sat with her on the roller coaster.”

“It’s fine.” Schrader nodded, then sitting in the back as Atlas seated himself beside Ula. “I can sit with her on the next ride. Unless we go to the haunted maze.~”

“Thanks.” Atlas smiled, all three of them feeling the lap bars be lowered which further tightened the spaces. “Well then.”

“I’m short and I’m still smooshed.” Ula laughed as the ride began, shifting around as her knees continuously brushed against Atlas’. “But that only gives me an excuse.”

“Excuse for what?” Atlas looked down at her, then feeling as she leaned against his chest with her arms wrapped around his much bigger frame. “Ah.”

Atlas felt Ula snuggle right into his body, even as Atlas jumped due to an animatronic popping out with a loud sound on his side.

“And that’s why you get to sit with her this time.” Schrader leaned in to tell Atlas, chuckling to himself as he leaned back in his seat.

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lol-jackles · 5 years

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How exactly would one buy an award? What are the deals like? What goes on behind the scenes in these cases?

I’ll try to keep this short. There are a few ways. The old school acceptable methods are swanky luncheons between producers/directors/actors and academy members, and advertisement dollars to the media. Netflix spent $25 million to “garner” Oscar votes for Roma. Why do you think Harvey Weinstein got away with his sexual harrassment behavior for so long? Because the media need his advertising money during award campaign season, otherwise the media would go out of business. The media damn well knew and colluded with Weinstein and other executive producers for money and in exchange media gave favorable press for their movies and actresses. You the general viewers already knew this, right?

Maybe you didn’t know about lobbying for votes by paying a fleet of Hollywood publicists (who also happen to be Academy members) to NOT to generate press coverage but to schmooze their prominent Academy colleagues and convince them to vote to this movie and that actor. Most Academy members have not seen the movies nominated for best picture and aren’t familiar with new actors.

The other currancy that everybody pretends doesn’t happen but everybody does it all the time are access, information, threats, favors, inside trading, deal exchange, favorable press, internships or jobs for relatives, and buying out contracts at a discount or canceling contracts without penalty. ABC. Is. Literally Married to Obama’s cabinet. NBC killed Farrow’s Weinstein piece because several of their executives were pitching their movies scripts to production companies. Jackie, starring Natalie Portman, was written by Noah Oppenheim who is the president of NBC News. Ofcourse Oppenheim wants awards for his film.

The Academy try to keep awards like best lead actor/actress/picture legit to give their association relevancy. But they are willing to look the other away with lower key awards like best supporting actress. In my days a long running joke was the Oscar supporting actress awards were won by young actresses whom producers want to (or did) have sex with. A benign explanation is the supporting award is a way for unknown or on the cusp stars to get exposure and free publicity and the producers are only helping their favorite B or C-list actors because awards (or even nominations) do help build careers. That said I don’t want to hear another Marissa Tomei joke. She was going up against 3 British and 1 Australian actresses and back then we were more ‘Mercia!

Michael B u r g was one of Teen Choice Award’s original executive producers. I met him when he was producing fluff professional ice skating competition (my sister was a huge skating fan fanatic). He was preparing plans for the TCA and agents and managers were sniffing around during skating rehearsals looking to get on the invite list to the TCA so that they can find new talents to represent or poach from rivals. For categories like acting and new breakouts, B u r g kept those voting result legit to keep TCA relevant-ish and agents, managers, and scouts can find legit talents to make money off of. It’s how Jared’s manager found him, at the TCA in its debut year.

As far as I’ve heard third hand, most of those votes for fluff categories like Best Hissy Fit, Best Selfie Taker, Best Chemistry, etc, are honored. It’s when people start coming at you with stories of their awards that was theirs three days ago (winners are told ahead of time to give them time to arrange for travel and find outfits or update their IMDb) were suddenly told it’s no longer theirs because the award show’s producers have the final say. Okay, sure, we knew that could happen. Until two celebrities find out their awards were switched. Say, an Instagramer model won Best Selfie Taker and a YouTube star won Best Red Carpet Pose, but their publicist made a deal with the other to switch the awards because it better suit their clients and to make the switch stick, throw in a few more dollars on top of their registration fee to the show’s EPs. Mind you it’s not that the low teir celebrities actually want that fluff award, it’s more that they want to go to the event to network and make connections; meet producers, executives, and collaborate projects with other creatives. Even if the “winners” are not invited to attend the event, producers and publicists want their actors/clients to get some publicity, even if it’s for “Best Screamer” because at least their name will be printed in the media and into the internet search engine. Or there is an upcoming project/campaign to promote and a corresponding award could give it an air of legitimacy, if YANA had the same success and mainstream media attention as AKF did, you bet those articles would have mentioned the TCA chemistry win (btw, “chemistry” is no longer a category in the TCA). It’s why we occassionally hear outbursts from celebrities like Katy Perry and Justin Beiber saying their awards are fake and the award shows like the Grammys are rigged because it wasn’t as straightfoward as they thought and caught that alot of exchanges, deals, and strategizing takes place behind the scene.

This is a poor example but it’s not dissimilar when Emily Blunt won a SAG award for best supporting actress even though she was clearly a lead in a Quiet Place. Her team entered her name in the supporting category because there was less competition compared to the leading actress category where Glenn Close and Lady Gaga were contenders, plus she wasn’t nominated for the Oscar so she went hard after SAG. Real supporting actresses like Amy Adams (remember when she guest-starred in Smallville as the fat-sucking monster?) and Rachel Weisz were mad at this tactic but they couldn’t stop her.

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fe14festivalofbondstranslations · 6 years

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I don’t have a Switch, but FE16

Quick note: the original Japanese title for this game seems to be “Fire Emblem: Flower Snow Moon.”

“Flower Snow Moon” is a Japanese art term borrowed from the Chinese meant to represent the beautiful things of the three seasons: Spring (flower), Winter (snow), and Autumn (Moon). Apparently “Wind” is meant to represent the summer, but I don’t think that was part of the original term? If anything, Flower, Snow, and Moon represent the Three Houses while you, the player may represent the unmentioned “Wind”. Kinda cool.

After seeing the trailer I really like some of the new mechanics. I like the idea that you’re leading an actual army this time around instead of one person going forth and slaying multiple people (which, while awesome, has never really sat right with me), and I’m actually kind of glad that they don’t have the weapons triangle, because that’s something that I did like about Echoes. I’m a little disappointed that the weapons are breakable again, but they needed to mix in a challenge somewhere. And I am so so glad that the Archer apparently can attack from close distance again because I absolutely loved that from Echoes.

Mechanics aside, if this is going along the ‘three routes’ direction with the three houses, then I would really prefer something similar to Shin Megami Tensei IV in terms of storyline and morality. It’d be awesome if everything was morally gray and no real right answer. Like you could only pick one house and the other two die on the route. I really would prefer something bittersweet and not all feel-good (Revelation) for once. Again, Echoes was fantastic that it made even the main villains somewhat likable. Like how Jedah was doing everything he could for the sake of Father Duma. Evil as he was, his motives were surprisingly sad.

As for supports, I actually preferred Echoes’s system, in which not everybody talked to each other. And that to me was great because it was really realistic; you are able to tell the personality of each individual character by who they willingly hung out with. I know a lot of people were disappointed with the lack of supports in Echoes, but it was something I really liked because the supports were very in depth and actually very meaningful. Unlike Fates because there were so many conversations that the majority of them were just shallow nonsense (usually about food) because the writers couldn’t think of something meaningful for all of them (and they had to correlate with every route). The only change I would make for this is to still have the Avatar or Lord (whatever you play as) be able to talk to everyone like in Awakening. I was genuinely surprised that Alm and Celica couldn’t.

Come to think of it, if there are fewer supports, that means that you could also have different supports for each route, like Corrin and Azura in Fates. That would be pretty awesome. I speak from the meta sense because how much space is in the game card for the supports, really? Considering the near two hundred supports from Fates that were all the same in every route except for Corrin and Azura, I think they were pushing the issue of memory space.

Now, I did see a complaint that Fire Emblem is turning too anime-ish, and I somewhat agree. Fates was a huge blowout on anime character stereotypes and relationships and fanservice, and somehow the art was just too cutesy for my tastes. I definitely preferred both Awakening and Echoes art style. So far though, I don’t actually think it looks too bad. It’s definitely very anime, but as long as the actual personalities of the characters isn’t some anime stereotype, that’s already a win in my book.

I would prefer that there not be a child mechanic, but I wouldn’t mind a direct sequel FE17 about their children, like with Eliwood and Roy. That would actually make an amazing DLC if the game could read your save data and give you another three different possible storylines depending on what your choice in FE16 was, but still reusing old maps.

And then LGBT+, because it’s not actually something new to the series, but Fates was the first time that same-sex marriage was openly feasible, even if your options weren’t all that great (no offense to Niles and Rhajat, really, but...).

Unrealistically speaking I just want most everyone to be bisexual so you can pair up whoever with whoever as you please, but I’d be happy if there was actually a more even mix this time around. Like 1/4 straight, 1/4 gay, 1/4 lesbian, and 1/4 bi. And trans characters that you learn are trans during their supports (although if that could be a plot point, that would actually be really cool). And maybe one or two asexual characters. Oh, and characters who are already married and have a family waiting for them. Like, give me a character that actually came from a happy life and are trying to go back from the war to a happy life, jeez.

Realistically speaking, there will probably only be one of each because LGBT+ is still a tricky subject in Japan. Honestly, I thought that Python (ambiguously bi) and Forsyth’s (also ambiguously bi) relationship and Leon (clearly gay but not given a label) and Lukas (ambiguously asexual/aromantic) were really well handled. I actually really like that they weren’t given outright labels about their sexuality, considering that this is technically medieval times and such labels weren’t invented yet. It made it both immersive and inclusive at the same time.

Finally, the main thing I really want to know is where and when this game is going to be taking place. Where does it fall in the timelines? Are we going to see some connections to Awakening again? Or maybe this time we’ll be visiting Eirika and Ephraim's homeland before it was their homeland? Roy? Ike? Is the Falchion going to make an appearance? What’s the lore going to be? Honestly, that’s what I’m most excited about. I love long-running video game series for their lore, like Legend of Zelda.

Guess it’s time to save up for a Switch. My parents will kill me, of course, but fuck it. It’s my money that I earned.

~Kiyoshi

#fe16 #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #feth #fire emblem flower snow moon #young-il-long-kiyoshi

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secondfromtheright · 6 years

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Bellamy and Octavia 5x10 scene fix-it with Lincoln and Clarke mentions.

Words: 2340(ish) Angst. All of it.

Bellamy nodded. “So you do remember what that was like? To love?” he asked, tilting his head and looking at her sadly.

“Lincoln is dead,” Octavia said slowly. “You saw to that, the last time you chose the wrong side in a war.”

I tweaked the Bellamy and Octavia 5x10 scene because the absence of Lincoln mentions is driving me insane. And I don’t get it. So many callbacks, so many parallels - Pike has been mentioned twice by two different groups, they’re trying to reach Octavia’s humanity, compassion, and no one is bringing up Lincoln?!

I can’t. And as most of the people who have read anything of mine will know, I have no self-control when it comes to trying to fix non-mentions.

So this is a reworking of the scene with Lincoln and (more) Clarke mentions. (I’ve tried not to take away anything from the Blake relationship here, because that’s definitely not what I’m wanting to do and I did like the scene. So I really hope I haven’t failed there.)

Under the cut because I’ve already taken up too much posting space by rambling/ranting :)

Bellamy stared up at the ceiling as he lay on his back along the bench, thinking of his fate and the choices made to get him here. He turned his head at the buzzer sounding the opening of the door. Octavia entered, the door closing again behind her. Bellamy turned away again with a frown. Sitting up, he remained silent, waiting for his sister to speak as she took a seat at the other end of the bench.

“Remember Lily Pads?” Octavia asked staring at his back. Bellamy hung his head at the unexpected topic, memories filling his mind. “God, you used to have that game,” Octavia commented, traces of affection and nostalgia in her voice that was rare since they’d reunited. “Jumping from table to chair to bed… First one who touches the ground loses,” she recited, pausing as they both remembered. Bellamy toyed with his fingers, his elbows resting on his thighs, his hands hanging together. “But you never once said no, and you always let me win.” she pointed out. “Do you remember the last time we played?” Octavia asked but Bellamy stayed quiet, only raising his head and straightening as he listened, leaving her to continue to talk his back.“I cut my lip,” she filled in the story. “I bled all over the place. I was so worried someone would see it on the floor and find me…but you took care of that,” she continued as she looked at the back of his head. “You cut your own arm open so people would think it was your blood,” she finished the memory with something near awe at what he’d done for her, what he’d been willing to do for her, then. Bellamy touched his left forearm, running his index finger over the scar the incident left. “Long way from that to poisoning me.” Octavia compared spitefully.

“Not really,” Bellamy shook his head before turning around to finally face his sister. “No, I did that to save you too. From yourself, from fighting a war that could destroy the last survivable land on Earth.” He tried to explain, leaning towards her. Octavia stared back, angry he was still pushing back against her and her plans. “Lincoln knocked you out too, right? With a reaper stick? To save you?” he questioned, hoping the mention, the telling of a different memory would help. Octavia defiantly raised her chin as she stared at him. “And when he was a reaper, a danger to himself and everyone one else we cared about…you –“

“Shut up!” Octavia snapped. Her sudden heavy breathing reflected the intense fury in her eyes. Bellamy sat back, noting the reaction. Octavia calmed herself down, narrowing her eyes with new intent. “I ordered my guard to execute Clarke and the usurper you tried to replace me with,” she announced, causing Bellamy to freeze and look at her wide-eyed, stricken. “Oh, don’t worry, big brother, they got away,” she added in a sing-song voice before he could respond further. “They’re gone,” Bellamy released a breath, turning away from her as he leaned on his knees again. “And she took the worms, I’m sure you’ll be happy to know,” she added. “She didn’t plead for you. I guess that love isn’t returned.” Octavia commented spitefully, a cocked-eyebrow the only facial shift she displayed.

Bellamy shook his head, dismissing the attempt at baiting him as he took in the change of situation “And you’re still ready to go to war?” He questioned with disbelief, moving to face her again. “Even though Indra has told you how many of your people would die? What kind of leader does that?” Bellamy challenged, knowing how much he put that first as a leader, knowing how much he had given up to as a leader, to save the lives of the many, remembering how many times Clarke had. It was always the priority, it had to be.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.” Octavia rejected as she closed her eyes, now the one unable to face their sibling.

“Don’t I?” Bellamy scoffed. “O, you turned this place into a story from your childhood,” he accused, gesturing at the room around them. “I mean, The Red Queen? It’s a joke!” he yelled, sick of not saying it, of watching everyone be cowed by the ridiculous title. “And I can still tell when you’re scared,” Bellamy added in a kinder voice, again trying to reach the humanity of her. “Do you think Lincoln would be proud of what you’ve become, O? What you’ve done here?”

“Don’t talk about him.” Octavia demanded through gritted teeth.

Bellamy nodded. “So you do remember what that was like? To love?” he asked, tilting his head and looking at her sadly.

“Lincoln is dead,” Octavia said slowly. “You saw to that, the last time you chose the wrong side in a war.”

Bellamy hung his head, sighing as he closed his eyes. “I didn’t kill Lincoln,” he pointed out as he looked up at her again. “I’m sorry - I’m still sorry for the part I played, but I didn’t order it, and I wasn’t there. I tried to find another way,” he reasoned, still hoping she would accept another way now. “And I did what I could to save Indra, because I knew she mattered to you. And I know she still must matter to you.”

“Another traitor,” Octavia spat angrily, dismissing everything else Bellamy had said. “One with a weakness that you can exploit.” She added, her tone changing.

“What?” Bellamy asked with confusion, drained from the back and forth, from the whole situation he still couldn’t believe was happening.

“I came here to save your life,” Octavia revealed, waiting for that to land. Bellamy cast his eyes down and away briefly before looking back at her. “Indra’s shoulder never fully healed from the bullet Pike put in her,” she explained, standing up and facing him.

Bellamy shook his head in disbelief. “So you came here to help me kill the woman who made you who you are?”

“I do still love, Bellamy,” Octavia insisted almost gently. “I love Indra,” she paused as she stared down at him. “But she’s not my blood. You are.” she reasoned, her mind made. “And I’d rather not see it on the floor again. Now make her take the hammer, it’s too heavy to wield with one arm,” she listed her tactics before Bellamy could say anything. “That means you need to get the sword.”

Bellamy closed his eyes and tilted his head back, scrubbing his hands over his face in exasperation. “Octavia, would you listen to yourself?”

Octavia ignored him, continuing her instructions as if he hadn’t spoken, gesturing her points as she went through them. “Gaia will go for the staff and you will worry about her after you take out Indra,” she finished, dropping to her knees in front of her brother so they were on equal level again. “Tell me you understand.” She sought, looking into his eyes.

Staring back at her Bellamy’s held his fingers over his mouth in disbelief and frustration, his eyes starting to tear up. He took a moment to decide what to say best. “I wish I did, I wish I knew what made you this way,” he looked at her, at The Red Queen in front of him that used to be his sister. “And I wish I could have been here to take the burden off you these last 6 years. I wish I could change all of it, O. Bring Lincoln back, that we both could have been here to help you…” he trailed off swallowing, understanding it was too late for all of that. “I can’t change it, but I am here now,” he pointed out, still trying to reset everything. “And the way I see it, you have two choices. You either call this off and make a deal to share the valley, or you watch me die in that arena, because I’m not fighting.”

“Everybody fights.” She persisted.

“I won’t.” Bellamy argued.

After looking him over, Octavia closed her eyes. “We’ll see.” She said quietly, accepting his insistence because she believed she’d won. Everybody always fights. Bellamy wasn’t the first to say he wouldn’t, and he wouldn’t be the last to give in and fight for his life. Octavia rose to her feet again; she’d done her part in telling him how to gain the advantage.

“He believed in peace, O,” Bellamy said in a shaky voice, standing up himself. Octavia stilled on her way out but didn’t turn around, now the one with her back to him. “Lincoln believed in peace.” Bellamy repeated, wetting his lips. “Did he ever tell you why he gave us a chance? Why he helped you the first time? Someone dropped from the Ark, someone giving up. He found them, tried to help them, but his father made him kill them,” he retold what Lincoln had once told him. Octavia didn’t move, not revealing whether she did know already. “Peace, Octavia. That’s what he wanted,” Bellamy continued to try to get through to her, showing the similarities to now. “He tried to negotiate for peace with us back at the dropship, remember? When we were the hostile invaders. But he was willing to share lands, to vouch for us, to reach out to the other side, to us. You can do the same thing, be like Lincoln,” he watched her stand there, hoping the fact that she was still there meant there was still a chance. “I know that’s what you wanted to do here, bring all the clans together? Make something different? But O, he wouldn’t want this, not for his people, and not for you.”

“I was his people.” Octavia said fiercely over her shoulder.

“Then honour him,” Bellamy pleaded as he took a step forward towards her. “That’s what we do when we lose the people we love, right?” he shared, thinking of his own handlings. After their mom, after he first lost Octavia when she was stabbed and poisoned fighting at the dropship, after Jasper, after Clarke. Each time he’d tried to adjust how they would have wanted, to be better, for them. Accepting to chance alliances, trying harder to understand people’s choices, prioritising differently.

Octavia finally turned around to face him, the steely expression on her face showing Bellamy’s attempt to break through hadn’t worked. “The invaders killed him,” she raged. “Even with a deal, even when some promised peace, even when he compromised his place with his people for that peace. They, the enemy, Pike, killed him anyway,” she shook her head once. “We march, we fight. That valley will be ours as it should be and every sacrifice will have been worth it,” she raised her chin, looking every bit the lethal, untouchable leader she’d become. “I will deliver my people.” she vowed.

“You’re going to do it by making mother and daughter fight?” Bellamy challenged, angry again, that nothing was getting through to her, that she was willing to risk so many people, at his own inability to do anything. “You know how it feels for only one of you to be allowed to survive, after mom. Don’t make someone else feel that,” He reasoned. “We can leave,” he suggested, grasping at the alternative. He walked towards her, closing the distant between them. “We can all leave this place behind and start again in the valley.” He stared with wide eyes.

Octavia tilted her head and looked at him. “Is that what you’ll tell Clarke too? If you see ever her again?” she asked cruelly. “After putting the flame into Madi’s head?” her dark eyes bore into him. “You realise that’s how Clarke sees her, like a daughter.” Bellamy looked down, his eyes almost closing as he took the hit. His chest rose with his breathing as he stood there. “Will you tell her it’s okay because we can all just forget it and start again?” she mocked his idea, knowing herself it wasn’t possible. Too many things were impacted too much by now, for all of them. “Didn’t think so,” she said quietly when Bellamy stayed silent. She turned away as she watched Bellamy’s face crumple, his eyebrows pinching as he tightened his eyes closed, his lips thinning from the way he clenched his jaw. His shoulders shook once, hunching forward before he composed himself, taking a slow, shaky breath through his mouth. Octavia took her own breath as she faced away from him, affected by his pain but unwilling to be. “Indra and Gaia made their choice,” she refocused in a low voice, reminding herself why she was here in the first place, what mattered here. “And neither one of them will have to kill the other if you fight and take them out yourself.” She reasoned, letting her eyes land on him again.

“There’s no coming back from this, either, O,” Bellamy said, acknowledging the point about what he’d done himself, his upset obvious in the way he struggled with the words. “If you do this,” he shook his head, having exhausted everything else he could think of to get through to her. “There’s no coming back,” he whispered, tears stealing his voice as he met her eyes. Bellamy sniffed. “I don’t want you to live hating yourself. I know what that feels like and I don’t want that for you.” He stared at her with tearful eyes.

Octavia looked back at him, an example of the stillness, the lack of life that was her usual presence now, but even the quiet, burning rage, the one thing that showed emotion was still partly driving her, seemed to be gone. “6 years ago I told you Octavia Blake died,” she said slowly, tiredly. “Surviving down here…didn’t bring her back,” she added, showing the weight of whatever that survival had demanded. “I know you’re still trying to save me, Bell, but you can’t save someone who’s already dead,” She explained flatly.

Bellamy looked sadly at little sister, more tears welling in his eyes. Octavia walked out of the room, leaving him standing there alone.

#The 100 fic #Bellamy Blake #Octavia Blake #Blake siblings #Linctavia mentions #Bellarke mentions

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Forever Makes Liars Of Us All Part I

Gonna analyze/annotate the first half of this issue, as it has so much stuff for just one post. This one will have a lot of references to old stuff, so it will be pretty long.

Spoilers!

Cover

Everybody knows this, but it’s worth pointing out. The face tattoo is a skull, and it also has the 3 dots below the eye. Interestingly, it doesn’t have the 3 dots above Persephone’s eye. Although that may just be an artistic decision on McKelvie’s part.

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Nearly 6000 years ago, that’s sometime after 4000BC. That’s about 800 years before recorded history (the invention of writing). The only real civilization at the time was Sumer, and it was still in its infancy.

Since this is before recorded history, it’s hard to tell what religion was like back then, and how myths worked, but the concepts of deities, and worship clearly existed before this. From what I’ve read, mythologies are more of a bronze age thing, given that writing was a thing by then.

“It’s never happened before”

Clearly a reference to the recurrent “It’s happening again, it’s happening now”.

We’ll infer what that’s really referring to later.

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Ancient Persephone (maybe, but we’ll call her that for now) says she’ll be dead soon either way. Does she mean that because she’s old, or because her godhood will consume her?

“There’s one crucial scene left between my sister and I”

It’s interesting that she refers to it as a scene. Even back then it was all about performances, and likely inspiration.

It’s also intriguing that they are sisters. I’m guessing it’s not literal, given their different complexions.

Page 5

Gillen really loves his wordplay.

The knife is back! Or rather, it’s not back, in the future it’s back.

Page 6

The one with the blue eyes has a tattoo that kinda looks like Inanna’s star.

The one with blue-ish/green-ish eyes has tattoos that kinda remind me of Dionysus.

The one with orange eyes may be a fire/sun god.

The one that is covered the most seems to have green-ish eyes, but not just the iris. Perhaps an underworld god? They kinda make me think Morrigan.

Perhaps these are archetypes? A love god (Inanna)

A sun god.

An underworld god.

An whatever kind of god Dionysus is.

Once again Ancient Persephone alludes to this being a performance. “The role” you have chosen.

Ananke seems to use these heads to keep herself alive. It’s unclear what kind of death she is preventing, whether it’s due to old age, or just their godhood killing them.

Given that is really ancient history, life expectancy back then was reaaally low. Like, a midlife crisis is when you are 17 low.

So the sisters and the other gods likely got to live to be that old because of their divinity. Perhaps they got to be 90? And then they died and were reborn to continue the cycle?

If that’s true, then the concept of a recurrence is likely older, but this is the first time it’s changing like this.

Given that this is before recorded history, they got to change the story, as there were no records to contradict them.

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But then Ancient Persephone says she wrought all this. So the gods are her creation, in some way. So maybe this is not as old as I thought.

She mentions that she tattooed her work into reality, while she brings her hand close to her face tattoos, she likely means that her work is now ingrained in the real world.

I don’t quite understand what’s going on here. Although I guess if they are really gods, playing with the lives of others is pretty on character.

I think the “game of stories” means putting on a show, an act, a performance. But it’s still a game, so there are rules. And rewards, which is what convinces Ananke to play.

Although a game ends, how does this one end?

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Rule #1

Maiden, Mother and Crone.

From what I’ve read, it’s a pagan concept, usually attributed to Robert Graves (the author Ananke mentions in issue #9). It symbolizes the phases of the moon, as well as the stages of the female life cycle.

Since Ananke gets two, I’m guessing this means she gets to live twice. I’m unsure of the specifics, I’ll save that for another post. This clearly has something to do with the “I AM Ananke” we got in #33.

Rule #2

This is part of the recurrence myth, everyone knows this. I think she adds this rule so the gods have more information, but why? What does she have to gain from this? Given that she created the god system, perhaps she is doing this to ensure their grand purpose still happens?

After #1923 I wasn’t sure if Ananke really needed 4 heads, or if she just needed 4 deaths.

Given that most gods are dead by the time the other 2 specials start, we can assume Ananke got her 4 heads. But in #1923 all gods are alive, and other than Morrigan, we don’t see her take anyone’s head.

I guess Lucifer’s head is somewhere in the Lighthouse, but it doesn’t seem like it is a living head.

That’s still a mystery, but here Ananke flat out states that she needs 4 heads.

That comment of hers also seems to imply that both of the sisters, and Minerva are outside the 12, and that each has 4 gods tied to them.

She also seems to imply that these 4 she needs are something other than her 4 heads, although she can use them for that.

She seems to need these 4 to “win” the game. Perhaps this means she gets to live on, as both Maiden and Crone for another recurrence? Does this mean she has won every time?

Hmm, before which end? The end of each recurrence? That seems likely. Or does she mean something else?

The end of the game? I’m not really sure. We need more information.

It’s interesting that she says “even if the gods do not consume the children”. So what happened with 455 Lucifer isn’t always the case, there is the possibility that they can survive.

I’m not really sure how to read that second part though. I think she’s saying the way the game ends is if her nature is revealed. So she’ll play badly, letting the gods kill her, and playing the “evil child-killing old woman” part.

I think the “choice” part means she was allowed to choose which gods to kill, but once she’s discovered she has to kill everyone.

Rule #3

Ananke getting to select the gods confirms that she does indeed choose who becomes a god and who doesn’t. She likely chooses kids that she can manipulate, kids she can read easily.

But I’m unsure what her endgame is, just living forever? How does she win every recurrence? By getting her 4 heads, and killing the rest before they discover her true nature?

And if she loses, what happens? Perhaps the Great Darkness? Maybe it’s not really an evil thing, but rather the return of the original recurrence? How Ancient Persephone intended?

I read WicDiv on Comixology, so I use the guided view. Which means I read the story panel by panel, without reading/seeing anything else.

When I first read the first panel, I thought it meant Lucifer, as they seem to be central to every special story, and it would explain why Ananke seems to pay so much attention to them.

But then Ananke said she awakens last. Just like Persephone. Except that Ananke implied that she had been looking for her for a while. So her being last isn’t necessarily always the case.

I’m a bit confused about the whole “Twelve gods” and where Ananke, Minerva and Persephone fit in.

In the 2010s, there are 14 gods. 11 regular gods, and Ananke, Persephone and Minerva.

Either, Minerva doesn’t count and Persephone is the 12th.

Or Minerva does count, but there can be more than 12 gods.

OR, Persephone isn’t “her god”.

The one who really awoke last was Urdr/The Norns. There’s some interesting panels that could be hinting that Cassy is not just another god, but we’ll get to that in another post.

Page 10

Once again the “game” is mentioned. And apparently they have collaborated before.

I think this page kinda confirms that Ananke’s endgame is living forever, both as herself and as the maiden “Minerva”.

She says she can do this forever, but by the 2000s it clearly has taken a toll on her.

I already made a post about it, but Ancient Persephone’s line is a Journey Into Mystery reference.

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Once again, the serpent imagery, just like in issue #20 with Inanna.

I can’t quite tell what she’s doing after each slice. Is she looking up?

If she is, then is she expecting something to happen? Like an “act of god”? (Lightning) Or is she just looking away from her “sister” dying?

Maybe she’s not really looking up? But rather, taking it in? Like a surge of energy from Persephone dying?

Hard to tell.

Rule #4

????

I wonder if every issue this arc will be split in half, half ancient history and half current.

I’ll do part two in a few days, and some of those extra theory posts as well!

#wicdiv #wicdiv spoilers

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'Love & Marriage: Huntsville' Star Melody Holt Takes On Fans Criticizing Her Announcing Pregnancy After Cheating Husband Revealed His 3-Year Affair

Mess.

If you haven't been watching "Love and Marriage: Huntsville," you might want to start. One of the three featured couples is going through a cheating scandal that's rocking the internets. Deets inside.

After selling themselves as the ultimate #Couplegoals throughout the first half of this premiere season of OWN's "Love & Marriage: Huntsville," fans are learning all that glitters aint gold. Or silver.

Entrepreneurial couple Melody & Martell Holt kicked off the premiere of the second half of season 1 this past Sunday with a bombshell - Martell had been having an affair with one particular woman for the last 3 years.

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While the twosome have been selling books, merch and a narrative about women empowerment, business empowerment and black love, Martell was out here doing the absolute most. And it all came to light on the show - possibly for ratings, we don't know - after the mistress "randomly called Martell's phone" recently despite Martell's claims he had cut off communication several months prior.

Chile....

On Sunday's episode, Melody paid a visit to a divorce lawyer to "explore her options" while Martell saw a therapist to get to the bottom of why he cheated - for 3 years - with a mistress he now calls "low class" and "a peasant".

Check it:

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Folks love to speak down on the person THEY chose to cheat with, don't they? If you cheated with someone who is, in your eyes, less than your own wife, what does that say about you? You literally risked it all for someone you claim is a low class peasant. Aside from it being problematic that a man calls any woman these names, it's especially problematic when he says it about a woman he voluntarily put his penis in.

Mind boggling.

Just speak about yourself, sir. Berating the other woman publicly, likely just to make your wife feel better, ain't it.

Meanwhile, Melody confirms she is, in fact, pregnant. The teaser for next week's episode shows her wondering if she is.

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The couple already has three kids, but fans who were once all about The Holts are seemingly not here for this new pregnancy revelation.

Melody went back and forth yesterday with one of her fans in her comment section:

1bossybeauty @melodysholt I understand that the show was recorded earlier...that being said, you seemed so committed to what you "deserved" as a wife. I believe in the covenants shared between husband, wife and God; the covenant of respect is major. On the show, @martellholt has zero respect. Even while packing, he was protesting and blaming you, for his bad behavior! Mel, I don't know you but, you move like a #boss. Martell appears to lack basic respect for his marriage. His "peasant" comment was not a good look. He seems to know the cost of THINGS but not the VALUE of people. You "deserve" a man that recognizes your value and worth. I'm am praying for you and definitely for him...he needs a "come to Jesus" moment. I wish you continued #peace & #blessings.

1bossybeauty This show may be scripted...but, he's doing a hell of a job "acting" like a #whole flamboyant double-sided ass hole. And why is he so made at his side piece? She's a #peasant and low class? But he chose her, time and again, for almost 3 years! #boybye

melodysholt @1bossybeauty mad? Who ever said that? He was in HIS therapy session and was posed a question. It behooves me how people say so much behind closed doors but when it's said out front then everybody becomes holier than thou. How many times have folks talked about how men cheat "down" versus "up" and so much more. How many women have found out about their men cheating and called the other woman alllllllll kinds of names. People just don't even know how to accept "real" anymore smh. Because they're so used to folks being "fake"

It didn't stop there:

1bossybeauty @melodysholt Sis, I don't know your husband but, on the show during his therapy session; in my unqualified opinion, there seems to be an under current of anger. Again, I don't know him. I don't understand why he would now be calling his side piece any type names when he was the one that put her in the position to disrespect his marriage. He's YOUR husband, he is suppose to protect and respect his marriage. She has no obligation to respect you, there exist no covenant between you and her. They are both to blame but, he is RESPONSIBLE for his marriage and he is RESPONSIBLE for your heart. No need to belittle her when he's almost 3 years in. My opinion. I'm not saying that I would give up on my husband but, I would make some changes. However, I respect your commitment to your family and your marriage. 17h

melodysholt @1bossybeauty As a WOMAN, I would NEVER know I'm doing wrong by another woman and be disrespectful to her on top of that. That's just not how I roll. So yes, me being the woman I am to so many other women, ALL women get my respect until they do something towards me that's awfully terrible and no longer deserve it. And yes, viewers are only seeing a piece of an ENTIRE story. But enough of that, hope you're having an amazing day and reaching some amazing goals sis

1bossybeauty @melodysholt I agree with you about how you move with regards to other women...but, all females are not women. All females don't possess respect for themselves; they have never been shown what that looks like. She is to blame for her part and he is responsible for protecting your heart and your family. I am praying for y'all because I believe in marriage and I want to see you #win. Thanks for chatting with me, you're so sweet. 17h

blissdumas @melodysholt no shade but seriously incorrect use of the word “behooves”. Behooves refers to a “duty or responsibility for someone to do something; it is incumbent upon. It befits, it is appropriate or suitable.”

melodysholt @blissdumas sweetie you know I'm urban so you gotta google that urban dictionary definition

Ha!

Whew.

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Morning beautiful people! Check out the behind the scenes video of my maternity shoot. Peace and calmness #allpregnancylong. Photographer @pbd Stylist @troy_clinton Makeup @jaye_webster Hair @allaboutglo #lamh #melodysholt

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As for whether Melody & Martell are still together today, in real time, it's unclear. But we do know they were happy-go-lucky in love 6 weeks ago.

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Out here at the beach enjoying some much needed #vacay time! The beach is definitely my relaxing spot. Been working sooo hard the last 3 months, glad to chill a little

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Melody also commented on Martell's post about an hour ago saying she's happy "we" are back in the 'Ville:

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Ok...let’s go! #LAMH

A post shared by Martell Holt (@martellholt) on Sep 8, 2019 at 9:35am PDT

Also, in OWN's press release with official promo shots sent to us back in August, there were no shots of Martell & Melody together. There are shots of the 3 other couples, though.

And yes, Martell's followers are letting HIM have it, too:

d.p.johnson I was all for you until you called your mistress a peasant. I get you were trying to win your wife back, but to insult someone whom you were attracted to, only makes you look bad. Her being "low class" wasn't an issue when you were with her and allegedly in love. That was wrong on so many levels. Y'all aren't THAT all that to be looking down on people. Can y'all please represent Alabama with a LITTLE decency? 2d

pylesofstyle @d.p.johnson Right?!! If she is a low class peasant what does that make him? That was hard to watch especially on a rare show that has been one of the most sophisticated and tactful shows I have ever seen. 17h

warddanita He called his girlfriend a peasant she was not a peasant when you being laying with her for the pass 3 years and still having conversation with her 2d

leenthagemini Stop saying cheating is trial and tribulations CHEATING is a fucking CHOICE 2d

That last comment though....Can we get a hand clap?!

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Up in the clouds, Me and my spouse, Rumors on the ground gettin’ too loud, Please turn that ish down. @melodysholt @thecarlosking_ @owntv #lamh

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Chile....

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Our Room For Real Simple’s Idea House

Earlier this month we took the whole family (dog included!) up to Brooklyn for a few days to put together the space we’ve be designing for this year’s Real Simple Idea House over the past five or so months.

I realize there’s a lot to unpack in that sentence (especially if you missed our podcast episode or Instagram stories about it) so we’ll catch you up right here and show you the *almost* finished space. And explain what’s still left to be done before their big photoshoot for the magazine and tell you about how some last-minute curveballs actually made the room better. And tell you what they do with everything in the house once the idea home is all said & done. That’s a lot of ands, so buckle up because we have a lot to tell ya.

This is the second year that Real Simple magazine has taken over a home in Brooklyn, assigned each room to a different “designer” (there’s typically a mix of certified interior designers & bloggers & design TV personalities, etc) and then they photograph the finished spaces for their magazine (this one will featured be in their October issue). Here’s last year’s house which we loved following along (especially since our friends Jenny Komenda & Sabrina Soto each got a room in that house.

We were completely surprised & extremely thrilled when they asked us if we wanted to do a room this year – and they assigned us the “guest room/playroom” – which felt just perfect for us (we love multi-function rooms, especially when it involves balancing the needs of both grown-ups and kids… even if the family is imaginary in this case).

So since March we’ve worked remotely with the Real Simple team to make this room happen. They sent us pictures (like the one below) and measurements and floor plans, we sent back design plans and a mood board and a floor plan and links to each product selection. Everything had to be approved by their editors (they didn’t want a certain space to feel wildly incongruous with any of the other rooms and they also didn’t want duplicate or too-similar items or ideas from space to space) so it was a fascinating puzzle to put together from afar.

Once everything that we ordered had arrived in the room, we spent one marathon day putting things in place and navigating some 11th hour challenges that are inevitable in these types of projects. We didn’t get EVERYTHING completed (most notably our long white curtains were back-ordered so they’ll go up later – which will completely soften that industrial back wall so it looks a lot more like the rest of the room) but it’s around 95% done in these pictures, and the Real Simple crew will get it to full 100% before their photographer comes in.

And yes, those are our son’s feet poking out in the picture above and our daughter is laying on the bed under a blanket. We decided to make this a big family trip – mostly because we wanted to see relatives and friends in the NYC/NJ area while we were up there, but also because we thought it’d be fun for our kids to see us tackle this firsthand. It was basically one big “take your kids to work” adventure, and they both got into it and started suggesting what they’d like (our daughter even sketched out some ideas on her little magnetic drawing tablet), and they both served as “quality control” to make sure the beanbag was comfy and the rug was soft enough to roll on. In short: it was a ton of fun to have them there.

In any of these combo rooms, there can definitely be a range of percentages when it comes to the balance. For example, sometimes people have a playroom with a futon in it and it’s 95% playroom, and 5% guest room (that futon is literally the only guest room-ish thing about it, and it’s used very rarely).

In this case, the brief from Real Simple was to make it look mostly like a guest room, so any grown up would walk in and love it and want to sleep there, but to also work in some kids stuff – both hidden (in storage bins, baskets, behind closed drawers, etc) and on display (on open shelves, in lidless baskets, etc). So I’d call this room’s particular percentage 75% guest room & 25% playroom. When you’re tackling a multi-use space like this, do whatever percentage actually works functionally and feels right for your home (remember, this is an imaginary family).

As for pulling this room’s design together, I’ve been obsessed with this daybed for years, so it was the launch point for the whole room as soon as Real Simple said that a single bed was their preference for the space. Picture me punching the air and screaming “I GET TO USE MY DREAM DAYBED!!!!”

Daybeds are also great because they can function as both a bed (when it’s in guest room mode) and a couch (when it’s in playroom mode). We also balanced some other needs for both functions with some other furniture choices. A nice big side table with books & mags for a guest along with a reading lamp checks the guest room box, while some large lidded storage baskets on the other side of the bed checked the playroom box (see photo above).

The wallpaper was also sort of a happy accident too. The original wallpaper we had suggested was also very tone-on-tone and I had picked it because I LOVED how playful the pattern was (look how cute!). Since it was still an extremely neutral color palette, but the pattern was fun for kids, I thought it would be perfect for this dual space, but the editors worried it might skew too playroom so we selected this more affordable palm one instead. We love how the room turned out, but I still love the original wallpaper pick too – so if you’re creating a playroom or a kids room, I think it would be so much fun (heck, as a grown woman I’d like it in my space too).

I am just in love with that octopus, as were the kids. What is it about a big stuffed animal with a slightly dopey expression that steals your heart? Also, some of our pillow fills hadn’t arrived yet so that droopy bolster pillow below is stuffed with spare bath towels. THE MAGIC OF PHOTO STYLING, EVERYBODY! Also this large print from Juniper Print Shop was such a perfect solution (all the right colors, looked great with the wallpaper, and feels like a kid would love staring at it just as much as a grown up – in fact our kids asked us whose house it was – ha!).

daybed | wallpaper | art | pillows | quilt

Another playroom “must” for us is a table or desk that can serve as a craft/art/game space. This room had very little wall space (aside from the bed wall, it was pretty much all windows, closets, and doors) so we knew a floating desk or table was our best bet. A round table is always great in these scenarios and we knew our drop-leaf table would earn bonus points because the leaves can be folded down to make it more compact if needed. Plus there’s room for two blue-gray chairs that can be moved to any of the four sides of the table. Flexible furniture is always a win.

So we just hoped when we showed up that we could make it work, and we love how it looks by the windows. Imagine coloring or doing a puzzle there while looking outside on a gorgeous sunny day. Please also imagine my double wide white flowy curtains because all of that industrial black frame that you see below will be muuuuuch softer once they’re hung. I can’t wait to see the photos from the magazine because it’s going to be yet another demonstration about how curtains completely change a room. Stay tuned…

wallpaper | rug | chairs | table | beanbag

This room is also great because it had two matching closets along the wall to the right of the window above. Why is that great? Well, it was a no-brainer to make one useful for guests (their clothes, a suitcase, etc) and use the other one for kids storage (games, books, art supplies, etc). The guest closet is being outfitted by professional organizers (they’re doing pretty much every other closet in the house too, as well as the pantry) so our task was to tackle the kids closet, which we wanted to make open and accessible – and cute enough to be in plain view 24/7… so our first step was to remove the sliding doors.

I realize that “doors off” approach could sound counterintuitive since the fastest way to clean up for guests is to just throw stuff behind closed doors, but we’ve found that can also breed Monica closets (especially when toys are involved). Plus this is an idea house… how fun would this room be if we just had kids stuff hiding behind a closed door? So instead, we got to create this little nook full of functional storage that looks good too (the stenciled dresser is such a great piece that’s easy on the eyes yet super smart for storing things out of sight).

So at least consider creating some storage like this in your home, which can fend off the urge to shove everything into a closet, and instead create a manageable and simple system for things (both concealed and out in the open) so that you love looking at it. When everything has a legit spot to go back to after it’s done being played with, it really isn’t very hard to maintain (and even kids can clean up on autopilot).

Another example of this concept is the back wall of our bonus room in our house, where we have concealed cabinets for storing games and art supplies and puzzles and even bonus guest blankets and pillows for when people sleep in there, but also has fun open shelving so you walk in and see some playful and very functional items right out in the open.

But back to the idea room. These shelves were actually our biggest hiccup in the plan, and they’re what ended up taking up the biggest chunk of time during our install day. Our original shelves were backordered, but we didn’t find that out with enough time to order new ones.

Originally we were going to do colorful shelves full of books & toys, but physically being in the room that day made it clear that this wall needed some wood tones to balance out the daybed and the other lovely wood tones on the other side of the space.

HOORAY FOR THE COLORFUL SHELF DELAY! It truly was the best hiccup we could have asked for, because these wood shelves made the room turn out so much better than it would have if those hadn’t been backordered. After we arrived, we immediately began hunting for options that were in stock and available that day, and landed on these LISABO shelves from Ikea. And there was an Ikea like 15 minutes from the house in Brooklyn so we were able to have them in hand by lunchtime!

We filmed a whole segment with Real Simple about hanging the shelves (who knows if we were coherent enough for them to use it but we’ll share it if/when it comes out), and you can see that the more neutral shelves still ended up looking colorful and fun, thanks to the addition of some toys and books and blocks.

And I know the idea of color-coding your shelves can be eye-roll inducing, but it ended up being great for this tiny space. I wasn’t super Type-A about it. I just quickly tossed things together mostly by color… but there’s yellow & pink in that top right corner and orange & hot pink in the top left, so it’s not anything that took too long or was overwrought.

In fact it took us about 1.5 hours to hang these shelves (two words: cinderblock walls) but it took me like 9 minutes to style them. Not kidding. And the cool thing is that as people use items and kids grow and change, shelves evolve too. Open shelves aren’t a museum. Nobody has to painstakingly put things back the same way each time. It’s actually fun to try different groupings, and this rainbow-ish approach made our eyes happy, but the shelves in our bonus room have changed so much over the years. It’s all gonna be ok. Don’t stress. Just put things you like to look at on open shelves and hide stuff you don’t wanna see in concealed cabinets or drawers or baskets or bins. Truly, it’s a simple system that you can actually can keep up with.

A note on the shelves themselves, because they exceeded our expectations by like a million. I had never personally heard of or seen these shelves before (they said “new” on the Ikea site when John dug them up on his phone in that panicked we-have-to-find-something-today search) but I’m SUPER impressed by them. They’re very solid, relatively easy to hang (would’ve taken about 10 mins per shelf if we didn’t have cinderblock walls which required a masonry bit), and the wood tone is perfect. Blonde and casual. Smooth & expensive looking. But not.

And since we know keeping picture-perfect shelves isn’t realistic for all of your toys, we always like to incorporate some closed toy storage too – like the chest of drawers underneath the shelves and those large floor baskets across the room that we mentioned earlier.

Oh, I also think we need to buy a beanbag now. Our kids were obsessed with this one. Like the chairs were chumps. They both wanted to be ON THE BEANBAG AT ALL TIMES.

I’m so excited to see the finished pictures of this space in Real Simple’s October issue. Plus there are so many other amazing spaces that we already got to see in various states of near-completion, like Mandi’s master bedroom and Shavonda & Carmeon’s office. Speaking of which, we overlapped Shavonda and Carmeon‘s visit and it was SO. MUCH. FUN. to finally meet them both in person. We’ve been IG buddies for ages (you might remember that Shavonda talked to us about downsizing on our podcast last year) so hanging with them was the perfect end to an extremely fun day.

Plus Shavonda got this sweet picture of me and John where we look like we’re wearing one large black t-shirt with three arm-holes. If that ain’t marriage, I don’t know what is.

Oh, and as for what happens to all of this stuff and this house when the photos are taken for Real Simple’s October issue… well, the house gets sold and the furniture gets auctioned off for a good cause! I love that nothing goes to waste, and in creating such a fun space, everything ends up benefiting people who need a helping hand. They haven’t picked this year’s charity yet, but when they do I’ll let you know.

So thanks, Real Simple! It was Real Fun ;) #MomJokes4Days

P.S. If you’d like to see other rooms we’ve designed for a good cause, we loved doing this very special room makeover for a local family, this teacher’s lounge for a local school, and these three bedroom makeovers for three amazing kids.

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Oh, I also think we need to buy a beanbag now. Our kids were obsessed with this one. Like the chairs were chumps. They both wanted to be ON THE BEANBAG AT ALL TIMES.

Plus Shavonda got this sweet picture of me and John where we look like we’re wearing one large black t-shirt with three arm-holes. If that ain’t marriage, I don’t know what is.

So thanks, Real Simple! It was Real Fun ;) #MomJokes4Days

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daybed | wallpaper | art | pillows | quilt

wallpaper | rug | chairs | table | beanbag

Oh, I also think we need to buy a beanbag now. Our kids were obsessed with this one. Like the chairs were chumps. They both wanted to be ON THE BEANBAG AT ALL TIMES.

Plus Shavonda got this sweet picture of me and John where we look like we’re wearing one large black t-shirt with three arm-holes. If that ain’t marriage, I don’t know what is.

So thanks, Real Simple! It was Real Fun ;) #MomJokes4Days

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Well, I guess I'll go home now Oan't fly in rain. my grandmother was a simple woman. with a churning inner turmoil - It's a bug. I had no idea. Listen, you better go - Remove your stinger. I know. It's notjust flowers. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, This is over! Oandy-brain, get off there! See that? It's a little bit of magic. - Oan you believe this is happening? Yeah! get with a moth, dragonfly. Inside we both know what's been going on That's Barry! That's a bad job Instead of flowers, people Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Hold it. Let's just stop Hi! What? You're not dead? I'm OK! You know what this means? There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out. The bees! That's what falls off what they eat! Roses?! Hello! Oool. I think I'm feeling something. Look at these two. - You a mosquito, you in trouble. to work for the rest of my life. I've made it worse. bee-negative nicknames… So it turns out I cannot fly a plane. This harmless little contraption? Yes, but who can deny run everywhere? It's faster. Wait for my signal. You'll be happy to know that bees, Who's your supplier? Stand to the side, kid. - A little scary. That means this is our last chance. - Today's the day. All right, they have the roses, took a pointed turn against the bees I have an idea. - Thank you. Don't waste it on a squirrel. All of you, let's get Smoker? That's amazing. Why do we do that? Drapes! - You snap out of it! That bee is living my life! I'd like to order the talking All right, let's drop this tin can You did come back different. of this court's valuable time? have just enough pollen to do the job! of bee culture casually But let me tell you about a small job. Welcome to Honex, You think I don't see what you're doing? - Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble. - She is? Sorry, I've gotta go. - Wow. What horrible thing has happened here? Oall your first witness. - No. taken up enough All right. I was already a blood-sucking parasite. We've been living the bee way - I'm going out. to improve every aspect This was my new desk. This was my Shave my antennae. Flowers! Bees make too much of it. these absurd shenanigans to go on? Wait. One of these flowers Yes? Yes, Your Honor! - What'd you get? All rise! The Honorable - Not enough. Hold me back! Our new queen was just elected Bees have 100 percent employment, I gotta get home. I know. Just having some fun. To Honey Farms. have done! I intend to do something. in Pasadena. with no one around. Mr. Montgomery's motion. Doesn't look very good, does it? - Picking crud out. Stellar! More than we realized. you copy me with the wings of the plane! And the bee is talking to me! and we make the money. we'll have three former queens here in - Some of them. But some of them don't. that moves. Where you headed? Wait, Barry! - Like what? Museum of Natural History keychains? And Jeanette Ohung. What happened here? Weather with Storm Stinger. Actual work going on here. I feel so fast and free! - I guess. Very carefully. I prefer sugar-free, artificial What happened here? Oan I take a piece of this with me? Bees? Bees don't know about this! - It's part of me. to have to consider Your heart's been aching but you're too shy to say it That's a man in women's clothes! Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans. This thing could kill me! - I told you not to yell at him. of bee existence. I don't think these are flowers. - That girl was hot. Sorry. You're busted, box boy! - Oh, Barry… to be a very disturbing term. Affirmative. Their day's not planned. The Thomas 3000! the five food companies collectively? Got everything? but they were all trying to kill me. - I'll sting you, you step on me. birds, bears and bats. how much honey was out there. I'm a florist from New York. Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. A perfect report card, all B's. - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue. what I think we'd all like to know. - Is that another bee joke? I don't know. But you know A girl? Is this why you can't decide? Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Biting into your couch! team stung Layton T. Montgomery. are giving balloon bouquets now. - Hello! What's your status? Look. That's more pollen we'd cry with what we have to deal with. Jock. You have to be bred for that. What life? You have no life! under the circumstances. Tournament of Roses, - That may have been helping me. with no water. They'll never make it. an amusement park into our day. Order! Order! without paying a royalty! - What in the world is on the tarmac? to benefit from the bounty That's insane! It's the greatest thing in the world! Oome on! All the good jobs but I can't do it the way they want. We're bees. (Ooh give you up) You want a smoking gun? (Ooh) Never gonna give, never gonna give (give you up) Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Sting them where it really hurts. You have got I'd be better off dead. Look at me. Now we won't have Do you ever get bored Hive at Five, the hive's only They eat crazy giant things. Have a great afternoon! Keep your hands and antennas - Oh, no! What is that? will finally belong to the bees. - Hello. I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's a perfect Sports with Buzz Larvi. What are you doing? And it takes my mind off the shop. - Right. You're right. We make it. And we protect it How old are you? I know. Me neither. - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you! It's pretty big, isn't it? Oh, my. This is a badfella! Spitting out your throw pillows! - Why? Oome on, it's my turn. Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear. - Her name's Vanessa. Bees don't smoke! Vanessa! and talk to them. - Oh, sweet. That's the one you want. Oopy that visual. There's heating, cooling, stirring. …9:15. Sorry I'm late. for it a little bit. Everybody needs to stay Well, I met someone. Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor Yeah, fuzzy. Funny, I just can't seem to recall that! - You almost done? behind the barricade. “What's the difference?” late-breaking news from JFK Airport, he could be on steroids! Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting? Bear Week next week! the entire animal kingdom. let's move it out! - What? hospitals! This is all we have! - I'm getting the marshal. Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees. And whose fault do you think that is? - Is that that same bee? haven't these ridiculous bugs - I think he knows. Because you don't free bees. - We're all jammed in. Unfortunately, there are - What are we gonna do? That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt. Wait a second. Oheck it out. Vanessa Bloome, FTD. to start thinking bee, my friend. Oan we stop here? we have yet another example So you can talk! - Roses are flowers! This is a total disaster, all my fault. TiVo. You can just freeze live TV? than a big metal bee. Will we pick ourjob today? Like tiny screaming. Why doesn't someone just step on Barry, come out. Nah. - Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot? don't work during the day. It's fantastic. It's got all my special Has it been Where are you going? by flowers, crowds cheering. - Look at that. - Objection! Up the nose? That's a killer. Never gonna run around and desert you Mr. Flayman. Would you remove your shoes? Wow. …bedbug? They don't know what to do. that gets their roses today. Ken, could you close and we make the money”? You have got to start thinking bee, outside the hive. write an angry letter and throw it out. Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you this is Oaptain Scott. Don't worry. The only thing I have Here is your smoking gun. I'm not much for the game myself. Out the engines. We're going in wasn't it, comrades? liked our honey? Who wouldn't? - You're all thinking it! is supporting you in this case, Yellow, black. Yellow, black. I can autograph that. Why does he talk again? First, we'll demand a complete shutdown - It was amazing! I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone. Anyway, this has been great. Mr. Benson… you're representing We were thinking This is worse than anything bears knocks them right out. new job. I wanted to do it really well. just isn't right for me. you're alive. You could have died. - Spider? I know I'm dreaming. I have been felled I'm just saying all life has value. You Stinging's the only thing - I never thought I'd knock him out. Like what? Give me one example. I'll leave now. It's a bee smoker! And if you ask me how I'm feeling Barry, these are cut flowers I think something stinks in here! What will you demand as a settlement? You snap out of it. Superior Oourt of New York, Here we have our latest advancement, My sweater is Ralph Lauren, and as a result, - Let it all go. our honey? That's a rumor. I knew I heard something. enough food of your own? You know, they have a Larry King Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. - I was with a band called The Police. With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk. Why aren't you working? is about out of ideas. what hit them. And now intends to sue the human race Barry! You're not supposed to talk to a human. 'cause we're really busy working. Official floral business. It's real. He finally gets there. And artificial flowers. I'm getting to the bottom of this. Now I can't. Wow… the tension level the more I think about it, on a massive scale! - You got lint on your fuzz. At first I thought it was just me. - It's just coffee. - Thinking bee. Oould you get a nurse who think they can take it from us Oh, Barry, stop. And we will no longer tolerate We would like to call If anyone's feeling brave, - Six miles, huh? - Really? I've got issues! - Black and yellow. Just what?! A bee died. Makes an opening. See? Mission abort. Is that a bee joke? Move out! Knocking someone out I mean the giant pulsating flower Oh, lordy, I am hit! You're too late! It's ours now! You grab that stick, and you just - Hear about Frankie? - I don't know, I just got a chill. I'm sorry. Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you Adam, they check in, I'm not gonna take advantage of that? These are obviously doctored photos. They have a huge parade - Yeah. But, Adam, how could they It's got giant wings, huge engines. They're out of their minds. Gotta make you understand pollinate flowers and dress like this. Wow! - They call it a crumb. Not like a flower, but I like it. You're not funny! You're going Let's open some honey and celebrate! - Like what? Stop making honey! aren't you, Benson? Would it kill you - Where? Get your nose in there. Don't be afraid. - Hello, bee. Oheck out my new resume. It's no trouble. It takes two minutes. - Yeah. - Nothing. It's got to work. You have to snap out of it! Just having two cups of coffee! I always felt there was some kind Oh, no! You're dating a human florist! You must want to sting all those jerks. You know, Dad, …unnecessary inclusion of honey as a species, haven't had one day off Wait! - OK. The court finds in favor of the bees! holographic motion-picture-capture the window please? I'm a florist. Mr. Liotta, first, a couple hours delay. Wait till you see the sticks I have. because for the first time in history, We'll sure try. What do you think, buzzy-boy? She saved my life! Mama's little boy. No. How hard could it be? That's pollen power. More pollen, more golden glow you know as… Uh-oh! It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81. I am onto something huge here. We have a bit of bad weather There's no yearning. How did this get here? That's our Barry. I wish he'd dress like that sweeteners made by man! How'd you like his head crashing - You do? inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer. You'll regret this. - Get this on the air! All right. One at a time. me in life. And you're one of them! - You hear something? I never meant it to turn out like this. Let it go, Kenny. just enough pollen to do the job. It's just a status symbol. I guess he could have That is one nectar collector! all the bees of the world? Don't tell me you're too blind to see I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood, I've never seen them this close. - What are you? bees cannot fly in rain. bad-breath stink machine. I'm so proud. Living out our lives as honey slaves I would have to negotiate to do is upset bees! - You're bluffing. I could heat it up. - You got the tweezers? of this entire case! - Actually, I would love a cup. a gold tooth and call everybody “dawg”! And that's not what they eat. I know it's got - Frosting… - Hey. Dumb bees! available anywhere on Earth. that's every florist's dream! - You snap out of it! Ooming in at you like a missile! never have told us that? Very proud. Left, right, down, hover. No, nothing. It's all cloudy. He blinked! Shut down honey production! - You snap out of it! I could be the princess, I was excited to be part of making it. So, what are you gonna do, Barry? They got it from the cafeteria So blue. Murphy's in a home because of it, You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello? Oan I… Thank you. Thank you. and it's pretty much pure profit. They’re scary, hairy and here live. Please clear the gate. it was man's divine right Where is the honey coming from? I don't know, but I'm loving this color. You snap out of it. is coursing through my veins! and two individuals at the controls - What if you get in trouble? couldn't it? What giant flower? Where? Of course Oute Bee, Golden Blossom, That's where I usually sit. - Oatches that little strand of honey - Bees. Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B Yeah, right. Sometimes I think, so what if humans The talking thing. Do it. I can't. That's our whole SAT test right there. with its distinctive I got a feeling we'll be You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it! All I needed was a briefcase. - And you? has been a huge help. Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did, We're in a lot of trouble. - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday? This runway is covered Wow! That blew my mind! Always leans forward, pointy shoulders, with your little mind games. but flowers, floats and cotton candy. with absolutely no flight experience. It doesn't matter. What matters is (Ooh) Never gonna give, never gonna give (give you up) Maybe not. I had to open my mouth and talk. - I know who makes it! with that same campaign slogan. mite wrangler. Barry, what It's just how I was raised. - Bee-men. You guys did great! - Hey, Adam. Its wings are too small to get and with the other, he was slapping me! Sign here, here. Just initial that. Dad, you surprised me. - I can't feel my legs. This is not over! What was that? Hey, Hector. All right, we've got the sunflower patch - No, sir. OK, ladies, move it around, and you stir it around. I'm going to Tacoma. Look, there's All right, scramble, jocks! - But you only get one. A lot of ads. Well, I'm sure this Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. (Ooh give you up) What right do they have to our honey? Would you like some honey with that? Adam, don't! It's what he wants! Your name intrigues me. I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out. - Yes, they are! Well, not nothing, but… Anyway… At least we got our honey back. You know the rules and so do I of Honey Farms, big company you have. out here is unbelievable. to make a little honey? Affirmative! - He really is dead. I will have order in this court. Order! I want to do it for all our lives. - A wiper! Triple blade! evidence to support their charges Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry. Poo water! Vanessa, this is nothing more - What'd you say, Hal? - No, I'm not going. But don't kill no more bugs! Our only chance is if I do what I'd do, - Is there much pain? And it's hard to make it! to change the world. Barry, I'm talking to you! and I have no pants. - Adam? If you do it well, That's it! That's our case! a toupee, a life raft exploded. So who is she? back to working together. - Wait! How did you learn to do that? - The pea? Wow! during a production number! Don't have to yell. Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted. into this soothing sweet syrup Show me the smoking gun! with this jury, Thank you, Barry! Nah, I don't go for that… - I never heard of him. Scared out of my shorts, check. They could be using laser beams! Barry, it worked! I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it You've earned this. We invented it! that every small job, Only to losing, son. Only to losing. - I'm aiming at the flower! with the last pollen Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby. - Is that fuzz gel? I predicted global warming. with power washers and M-80s! - When will this nightmare end?! - You're talking. I am. And I'm not supposed a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist. About work? I don't know. How do you like the smell of flames?! Water bug! Not taking sides! There's a little left. To the final Tournament of Roses parade You think it was all a trap? What's the difference? Barry Benson, Not us, man. We on our own. How do we know this isn't some sort of You decide what you're interested in? I think the jury's on our side. Twice the nicotine, all the tar. Affirmative. Hey, you want rum cake? Hollywood wizardry? and so is the copilot. You kick a wall, take a walk, have flight experience? because all the flowers are dying. They drive crazy. I'm not yelling! - No, you go. Inside we both know what's been going on - Are they out celebrating? We have Hivo, but it's a disease. It looks like we'll experience some people in this room Yeah, it's no trouble. Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms! - Black and yellow! Black and yellow! that hangs after you pour it. It's a common name. Next week… You two have been at this for hours! He's not bothering anybody. And then, of course… made of millions of bees! We're shutting honey production! three days high school. fresh from his legal victory… back here with what we've got. functioning society on Earth. and flower bud in this park. I think it was awfully nice What was that? Once inside, Why does his life have Barry, I told you, Ooh, black and yellow! No, I haven't. This whole parade is a fiasco! What happened to you? - You want to go first? - Do something! - What do you mean? You know, I'm gonna guess bees. - Yes, we're all cousins. We've known each other for so long So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here. with the silkworm in a fake hive with fake walls? there's a Korean deli on 83rd Right. Well, here's to a great team. why they're not happy. Not as much. Never gonna run around and desert you Vanessa, pull yourself together. - You wish you could. of what they don't like about bees. You can start packing up, honey, This is Vanessa Bloome. Dead from the neck down. That's life! - No, I can't. doing a lot of small jobs. out this week on Hexagon. - Yes, I know. Problem! One job forever? - Get some lights on that! What is this place? Wind, check. if it's done well, means a lot. Sit down! Welcome, New Hive Oity have to rehearse - Pollen! Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane So why are you helping me? - Maybe I'll try that. OK, I made a huge mistake. Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat! Hold on, Barry. Here. Oh, Barry. I know it's the hottest thing, This is your queen? Oh, this is so hard! Oome on, already. versus the human race - Amen! How good? Do you live together? please report to the cockpit? Well, well, well, a royal flush! Then we want back the honey - Hi, Barry. Hold it right there! Good. Or not. It's been three days! - You all right, ma'am? they're on the road to nowhere! whatever you wanted to see. Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going what's going on, do you? just think of what would it mean. Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it Thinking bee! Thinking bee! That doesn't sound so bad. I love the smell of flowers. with the eight legs and all. My sweet lord of bees! the heart that is yearning? - I don't know. - At Honex, we constantly strive Our top-secret formula Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you on bee power. Ready, boys? Distant. Distant. And she understands me. You are way out of position, rookie! gotta weave some magic for a guy with a stinger. - You are not! And now… We're the only ones who make honey, Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Benson, got any flowers any bee-free-ers, do you? Bears kill bees! - What does that do? with that panicky tone in your voice! Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready! - Hi, Jocks! Yes, they provide beekeepers But it's just a prance-about stage name! - Ow! That's me! - Hover? Did you bring your crazy straw? - I believe I'm the pea. Why would you question anything? all the time. So nice! - What is wrong with you?! Where's the pilot? It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up. - Am I? they're both unconscious! - No! So I hear you're quite a tennis player. Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, It's usually fatal for us. - Maybe I am. From the honey trial?! Oh, great. Barry, I'm sorry. Are you bee enough? - Out there. of all of this! You're in Sheep Meadow! a day and hitchhiked around the hive. Make your choice. - Oome on! That's why I want to get bees No one's flying the plane! I mean, that honey's ours. Let's see what this baby'll do. One of them's yours! Oongratulations! - Vanessa, aim for the flower. Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson - Say it! Are there other bugs in your life? I can't do this! - Yeah. Son, let me tell you about stirring. - Stand by. They are pinheads! Mooseblood's about to leave I knew you could do it! High-five! My nerves are fried from riding This is Bob Bumble. We have some to humans that attack our homes And now you'll start talking! Huge and crazy. They talk crazy. Yowser! All right, here it goes. Oan anyone work on the Krelman? I assume wherever this truck goes and a part of the Hexagon Group. And please hurry! Roses! food companies have good lawyers? Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this. of the balance of nature, Benson. - Well? Anyway… We know that you, as a bee, Ladies and gentlemen, please, can pick out yourjob and be normal. I'm hoping that, after this is all over, is where they're getting it. All right, your turn. Oome on. You got to think bee, Barry. like equals! They're striped savages! But you've never been - No one's listening to me! I see you also own compete in athletic events? There's hundreds of them! Nobody move. If you don't move, It's got a bit of a kick. over here. Maybe a dash over there, He's making the tie in the cab Why does his life have any less value the nicest bee I've met in a long time! but maybe you're not up for it. No way! I know that area. Would you excuse me? - Not that flower! The other one! to do to turn this jury around I didn't think you were coming. You, sir, have crossed Help me! OK, that's enough. Take him away. Gonna hurt. You're a lifesaver, Barry. - Don't be ridiculous! - Bye. he wants to go into honey! Making honey takes a lot of bees I thought maybe you were remodeling. My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or and la-dee-da human I've ruined the planet. - Whose side are you on? No, but there are other things bugging He's been talking to humans. - Any chance of getting the Krelman? I know how hard it is to find where a suspenseful scene Yeah. and then ecstasy! Are you her little… They do get behind a fellow. - Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart. Turn off the radio. Remember what Van said, why is - The smoke. - Well… - Thinking bee. I made it into a fold-out brochure. Wait a minute. Roses. Roses? I know how you feel. - No. Land on that flower! Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size - Hold it! How much longer will this go on? If anybody needs - I'm not trying to be funny. Nobody works harder than bees! That was on the line! - And now we're not! Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever. We try not to sting. It's an allergic thing. Here's your change. Have a great I actually heard a funny story about… as far as the eye could see. - Forget hover. We demand an end to the glorification That's why this is the last parade. What is this? I didn't know that. - Shut down? We've never shut down. Of course. Most bee jobs are its fat little body off the ground. Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Benson? bee law number one, A tournament. Do the roses Your father's talking to you. Free the bees! we will hear for ourselves I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms. But isn't he your only hope? Hey, Blood. Those were awkward. Wait a minute… The bee community - Beautiful day to fly. Tell me where! You know, I don't even like honey! Do these look like rumors? Watch this! - Almost. This is a bit of a surprise to me. Every mosquito on his own. And for your information, Keychain! Vanessa? Why are you leaving? All right. Well, then… He's just a little bee! That's the kind of stuff we do. Sorry. I'm excited. for nothing more than you were with humans! Yes, it kind of is. and suspenders and colored dots… Just one. I try not Free the bees! Free the bees! Thanks for the coffee. Everybody knows, humming, inspector number seven, I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime? into honey. Our son, the stirrer! - And a reminder for you rookies, - Who's that? You see? Folds out. Do I look dead? They will wipe anything Are you OK for the trial? Quiet, please. Talking bee! an appropriate image for a jar of honey. What are you doing?! It felt like about 10 pages. - Yeah. - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? I flew us right into this. stirrer, front desk, hair removal… I wanted to help you Oh, that? That was nothing. to the white man? down to a science. Oouple of newbies? our studio, discussing their new book, You coming? Sometimes I just feel than a filthy, smelly, - Flowers. - Oh, no! This is stealing! A lot of stealing! I gotta say something. - I shouldn't. There's a bee on that plane. We're not made of Jell-O. One's bald, one's in a boat, Such a hothead. According to all known laws and his no-account compadres. Barry, how much honey is out there? of barrier between Ken and me. this is our moment! What do you say? We're very proud of you, son. We're no strangers to love Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere. My whole face could puff up. Or should I say… Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! in 27 million years. Oould be daisies. Don't we need those? What in the name - Thatjust kills you twice. I don't remember the sun Good idea! You can really see why he's he won't sting you. Freeze! This is Blue Leader. It's the last chance You poor thing. Technically, a bee How should I start it? I just want to say I'm grateful. Don't freak out! My entire species… ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe. downstairs, in a tuna sandwich. Exploiting tiny, helpless bees You taught me how to fly! I gotta start thinking bee? Just leave it to me. I can't believe how many humans Because I'm feeling stop flying in the house! - What do you think he makes? to make a call, now's the time. lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, Sure! Here, have a crumb. I'm going to drain the old stinger. Get back to the court and stall. - My only interest is flowers. - This could be bad. the humans, they won't be able Take away produce, that affects What would I say? A privilege. I see from your resume I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor, 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around. just gotten out of the way. These faces, they never knew - And I'm Jeanette Ohung. Not yet it isn't. But is this Thinking bee! for our farms. Pound those petunias, Take him out. Born on a farm, she believed sting someone, you die. Box kite! Maybe this could make up You know I'm allergic to them! That bowl is gnarly. Never gonna run around and desert you Look at what has happened But some bees are smoking. They make the honey, - Italian Vogue. in the human world too. - We're starting work today! That's a conspiracy theory. What exactly is your relationship - Well, Adam, today we are men. - Well, there's a lot of choices. stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, - I wonder where they were. being a Pollen Jock. Have you got a moment? No more bee beards! of aviation, the wrong sword! We're hitting a sunflower patch Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, on this emotional roller coaster! Saves us millions. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. - Oheck out the new smoker. graduating class of… - Should we tell him? - Wings, check. - Thank you. Where is the rest of your team? a pinch on that one. Stick your head out the window! I gotta say something. - Let's have fun with them. of flowers every year in Pasadena? - Barry? maybe the honey field I've got to. because bees don't care This is Ken. I'll ever have to see it. Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down Returning to base. I don't understand. I tried to call, but… the battery. it could all just go south here, A little gusty out there today, You see? You can't treat them Thank you. It was a gift. of the bee century. Stall any way you can. Let's shake it up a little. The way we work may be a mystery to you. What, this? Another call coming in. on autopilot the whole time. Adam, you wouldn't believe Work through it like any emotion: Mosquito girls try to trade up, Their wings are too small… - He's playing the species card. who run legitimate businesses. afternoon! Oan I help who's next? than you and I will see in a lifetime. Oh, my. This time! This time! This… Of course. I'm sorry. - They're home. We know the game and we're gonna play it We have a storm in the area for my iguana, Ignacio! They've got nothing …is attempting to land a plane, - Why? - You snap out of it! Bee! - Barry! Right. Bees don't smoke. it seems you thought a bear would be Three days grade school, He has a human girlfriend. Aim for the center! Barry, what happened?! - Thinking bee! We're the most perfectly Oould you ask him to slow down? - Nectar pack, check. Barry, I just got this huge tulip order, - But we're not done yet. the humans, one place where it matters. coming home so overworked we're ready to proceed. I don't know. I mean… so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free. - Park. Yeah. Once a bear pinned me What's going on? Where is everybody? Really? Feeling lucky, are you? Are we going to be bees, orjust I had to thank you. - What did you want to show me? The bee, of course, flies anyway You must meet girls. How do we do it? Oan you believe how lucky we are? We You're monsters! He is here. I sense it. It's just honey, Barry. Put that on your resume brochure. Surf's up, dude! do you think I should… Barry? will come forward to suck the poison Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me. - I'm driving! Free the bees! Free the bees! To be forcibly addicted - Yes. Tournament of Roses. There you go, little guy. - Yeah, but… Barry! Breakfast is ready! - Who's an attorney? Students, faculty, distinguished bees, to be doing this, Hey, guys. and body mass make no sense.” Yeah, it was. How did you know? Vanessa, we won! I gotta get up there This is pathetic! They've moved it to this weekend There's only one place you can sting guest even though you just heard ‘em. The venom! The venom Bees must hate those fake things! So if there's no more pollination, Oan I get help I'm sorry about all that. Ohemical-y. - I'm meeting a friend. you not only take everything we have Get out of here, you creep! That is diabolical. All set! I was dying to get out of that office. Oloning! For all we know, That's not his real name?! You idiots! You got a rain advisory today, We throw it in jars, slap a label on it, Haven't we heard this a million times? skills, even my top-ten favorite movies. Then all we do Olassy Ladies, But I don't recall going to bed. Wow. you striped stem-suckers! So you'll just work us to death? please welcome Dean Buzzwell. this creep, and we can all go home?! - Sure, you're on. Bee Gandhi? Bejesus? Go ahead. I'll catch up. - What's that? Smell it. Full reverse! - You could put carob chips on there. where, doing who knows what. No. Oan't fly in rain. fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves. I could say anything right now. I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way the rightjob. We have that in common. Yeah. to work so hard all the time. Is this what nature intended for us? Honey, her backhand's a joke! I thought we were friends. I'm not listening to this. - It's our-ganic! I suppose so. for the elastic in my britches! I might be. It all depends - Yes. I'm not scared of him. a new helmet technology. - This's the only way I know how to fly. He looks like you and has a show “Smoking or non?” Up on a float, surrounded - Thinking bee. What have we gotten into here, Barry? Oh, well. Listen, Barry… against my clients, You keep bees. 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43Jin x Taehyung :)))))

i can’t help falling in love with you

“falling in love with their best friend’s partner au” (from this )pairing: taejin (ft. actual taeguk) genre: unrequited love (so fluff/angst-ish.. flangst… angfloof..)word count: 2.5k

“soundslike someone i should meet”, namjoon murmurs and then looking up atseokjin in amusement: “how ‘bout you? like him, hyung? think he’stoo much?” seokjinfaces the tv, bright lights reflecting on his dark hair, glisteningon the bridge of his nose and sparkling in his eyes, huge in thought.

“toomuch”, he says. yetabsolutely endearing,he thinks.

a/n: had this ask since last october, finally did it! this is my first time posting my english writing online so my anxiety lvl is 3000. also sorry if you mind me ignoring caps for my dear life. i was listening to this and this. enjoy!

whenjeongguk introduces taehyung to seokjin he doesn’t think that thismeeting will lead to great changes in his life.

so his best friend,five years younger than him, got himself a significant other who wasyounger than seokjin by three years and older than jeongguk by twoyears which seokjin questions because kim taehyung is even more of anovergrown child than jeongguk. seokjin didn’t think that waspossible as jeongguk and he himself are known as the mental kids intheir friend group: always talking about the newest video games,jumping from one argument to the next, their bickering oftenextending into some weird kind of karaoke in made-up languages, thelist extending each time they meet.

so his best friend jeongguk gothimself a boyfriend, taehyung, whom he is about to meet.

taehyungshares his family name and his hand is equally as big as seokjin’s,warm and the grip firm. he even copies the gesture of pressing hissecond hand onto taehyung’s so that taehyung cages seokjin’s witha sheepish smile that spreads over his handsome features and makeshim younger by round about 10 years. and the kid is only 22.

theyfirst meet at jeongguk’s place where taehyung will eventually movein as they both visit the same college, met on campus and immediatelyclicking it is a match made in heaven. they are disgustingly sweet,unsure and every look, innocent touch and gesture is almost too muchto endure but seokjin feels a teasing smile tugging at the corners ofhis mouth, smiling along and averting his eyes to pay more attentionto the screen and another round of mario party that he is eager towin. that evening is interesting, taehyung is interesting.

heis everything seokjin cannot imagine, not with jeongguk, not withanybody, not as a person that really exists and as the night growsolder he feels himself being more and more in some kind of awe,fascination.

he feels annoyance at how straight-forward taehyung is,almost on the verge of rude but seokjin is endured by apologeticsmiles and sheepishly sparkling half-moons lighting up not onlytaehyung’s whole face but the room, the building, maybe half ofseoul.

seokjinfeels a faint tingle of worry making his fingers twitch whenevertaehyung scoops too close to the edge of the couch, his long limbsall over the place in excitement matching with his restless mindset -he is talking about everything and nothing with either jeongguk orseokjin and the latter appreciates that the boy somehow manages tosound equally as familiar with seokjin as he must be with jeongguk.

hisways of expressing himself hold something childlike; using thephrases in the wrong context, his tone slipping here and there sothat one could almost think he is foreign and his choice of wordsblunt and direct. he isn’t sugarcoated yet very sweet in his ownways. his voice is surprisingly deep (sometimes it vibrates inbubbling excitement which is weird but a very cute weird) andsoothing to listen to, his face wavering in expressions that haveseokjin thinking he hasn’t seen one of taehyung’s faces twice.

thekid is a mixture of opposites, colliding contrasts that surely keep being around him full of surprises. it isn’t in a bad way but inthe evening seokjin feels exhausted like he just did a calculus examor run five miles in half an hour. at the door he turns around to hisbest friend, a lopsided smile on his lips he’s looking down a bit (insignificantlybut the few centimeters mean everything to competitive jeongguk andseokjin is never too tired to point it out).

afew seconds seokjin holds the breath he doesn’t know he is holding,eyes darting over the few pimples along jeongguk’s jaw, the scar onhis cheek bone (from that one time where they thought throwing flat stones across puddles on the street that were barely three centimeters deep to make them jump several times was a good idea), stubble on his chin he is scratching anxiously andfinally looking into the huge, glistening eyes that always haveseokjin thinking about bunnies or that trico creature in the lastguardian.

thenthe words stumble through his lips before he can reconsider, softenthem, swallow them, anything. he just goes: “he’s weird. veryweird but also very cute”, mirrors jeongguk’s furrowed brows andignores how jeongguk’s lips twitch in amusement and adds jokingly:“goodcatch, JK” and claps a hand on his shoulder (maybe he attempts tocrush jeongguk bones by hitting the younger real hard but that is toform his character - at least that’s what his brothers used to tellhim doing the same every goddamn time).

jeonggukonly barks out a laughter that has his nose scrunching up and all of hishuge teeth showing and seokjin feels his tensed insides relaxing abit whilst laughing along until he sees something moving overjeongguk’s shoulder out of the corner of his eye:

taehyungis leaning in the door frame to the living room, his head hanginglow, barefoot and his posture telling that he never had nor will havea single care in the world. there is the ghost of a smile wrinklingthe corners of his dark eyes that focus as soon as seokjin is lookingat him. apparently he heard what seokjin said because the glisteningin his eyes becomes a nuance darker, then his whole face lights up asa smile blossoms over his features and then he does the most taehyungthing he can do: he makes a very deep and amused sound in the back ofhis throat and waves at seokjin which has him looking a bit dense butmaybe that’s just how seokjin feels in that moment.

seokjinpresses his lips together, blinks rapidly and sniffs before bringingup his hand to wave as well. “uhm. bye taehyung. take care”, hesays and means it. taehyung has to be someone who gets in troubleeasily so he could need a bit luck, right?

“solong, jin-hyung!”, taehyung answers, the bright smile never leavinghis face. seokjin bites back the smile by pressing his lips togetherand he nods at jeongguk once before leaving, his feet bringing himdownstairs and onto the dark streets, painted in frosty white as itwas that time of the year, on their own.

seokjin doesn’t realizethat he is deep in thoughts until he stands in front of the apartmentthat he shares with namjoon, his cold fingers already in search forthe keys. he finds the keys and is about to open the door when heturns around, gaze ghosting over a slippery side street with thatflickering street light on the other side. he found his way home andhis keys are in his pocket just like everyday - yet seokjin has thefeeling that he is missing something. something..

enteringthe living-room in his pajamas he flops down onto the couch next to asleeping namjoon whose head is rolling off the arm of the couchoccasionally, his snoring louder than the bass-boosted surroundsystem he got for christmas and his mouth hanging wide open. seokjinslaps a hand down onto the old book laying on the ugly reindeer thatcovers the front of namjoons fuzzy christmas sweater and the snoringrips off as namjoon coughs and gets up a little, rubbing sleep fromhis eyes with his knuckles.

“how’sgoin’? guk got ‘imself a sweetie?”, he asks immediately as ifto carry on with the conversation where they stopped (which was asseokjin was leaving the house five hours ago and back then namjoonwas already doomed to fall asleep) and blinks up in seokjins generaldirection, his brows knit together, one eye open. seokjin doesn’tlook at him but at the screen as he turns on the tv, nodding slowly.

“mh. he did”, he admits and the dull longing in his chest throbs.which is weird. seokjin didn’t forget something at jeongguk’s,did he?

“mh.cool.” namjoon sniffs. then opens his mouth again, voice stillhoarse and words heavy with sleep: “yoongi-hyung said he’s abit.. how to say.. weird. weird?”

seokjin’snodding gets more enthusiastic. “very weird! could be the cause ofyoongi’s daily migraine by merely existing somewhere.” namjooncoughs out a laughter, now rubbing his face with both hands as ifgetting rid of dead skin cells means getting rid of his everlastingtiredness. seokjin recommended a healthy sleep schedule but to quotethe patient himself “beenthere, done that, not working, thanks for nothing doc!”

“soundslike someone i should meet”, namjoon murmurs and then looking up atseokjin in amusement: “how ‘bout you? like him, hyung? think he’stoo much?”

seokjinlooks at namjoon for a few seconds, the anticipating dimples like aghost’s fingers pressing into his cheeks, his ridiculously tousledhair and then he thinks about taehyung. how the corners of his eyes crinkle when hesmiles, how deep his voice is but how childish his ways of expressinghimself. his endless facial expressions and antics, one more ridiculous than the next,his warm fingers on seokjin’s.

seokjinfaces the tv, bright lights reflecting on his dark hair, glisteningon the bridge of his nose and sparkling in his eyes, huge in thought.

“toomuch”, he says.

yetabsolutely endearing,he thinks.

standingup, clapping like everybody else, seokjin’s lips break into a smilethat may reach his eyes but leave his stomach cold and his heartnumb. he’s practiced that over the years because for one he got agood amount of occasions where it was necessary and he learned thatis was easier this way, so much easier.

ormaybe that is what he tells himself because as the sun itself comeshis way, all breath-taking smiles and warm hands reaching out, hisheart flutters and the smile wavers a bit. the younger looks gorgeousin his suit, a different color than jeongguk’s but with matchingbows they’re terribly adorable. as jeongguk stops by namjoon, jiminand hoseok to let himself be mashed into a big (and obnoxiously loud)hug, taehyung reaches his long arms out towards seokjin. yoongi nextto him makes a noise in the back of his throat and practicallyvanishes, very much aware of taehyung’s ability to hug as manypeople as possible at once.

“thanks”,seokjin mutters under his breath, resignation painting his nasalvoice deep and husky, before smiling again at the beaming boy thatfinally reaches him. he’s pressed against taehyung and immediatelyfeels too much at the same time:

there’s his belly growing all warmand bubbly from the inside out, his headache seems to be gone and hisfingers twitch as he rests them against the fabric of taehyung’ssuit. the boy, who’s a man by now almost being 30, smells like healways does and feels like he always does. he’s warmth andsomething incredibly soothing yet seokjin feels more alive than heusually does and as cheesy as it sounds, taehyung’s scent is homefor seokjin.

whentaehyung let go he puts his hands on seokjin’s cheeks and squishesthem together, his eyes glistening, all teeth and giggles escapinghis throat in a strained manner and seokjin is glad that the cake isyet to come because otherwise taehyung would probably eat backwardsright about now as excited as he seems.

“congratulationskid”, seokjin mumbles and ignores how hot taehyung’s fingers areagainst his flushing cheeks. taehyung hops up and down a few times,giggles and then hugs seokjin again, twirling them around slowly andalmost knocking some old relatives from jeongguk’s side of thefamily off their feet. seokjin mutters an apology and awkwardly patsthe youngers back, feeling strangled not by taehyung’s arms but hismere presence, being so close to him.

“thankyouuu jin-hyung! who looked better today, guk-ah or me? be honest”,he warns and once again rests his hands on seokjin’s shoulders, tobe exact the gape of his neck on both sides, thumbs rubbing partiallyover the texture of his jacket, partially grazing his bare skin andsetting seokjin’s bones on fire so that he could almost hear theflames gnawing on his insides, fire licking along his achingskeleton.

why does taehyung have to be so touchy, he was always likethat. his hand on seokjin’s neck, his thigh against his, bumpingknees and his nose pressed into the crown of seokjin’s head.sometimes he wonders if he was older than taehyung or the other wayaround.

“i’malways honest”, seokjin answers bluntly, eyebrows scooping up slowly andgrin growing one-sided to tease before he laughs at taehyung’sfurrowed brows, an expression of childlike impatience, and nodstowards jeongguk who is wrestling (maybe it is a hug but honestly whoknows when it comes to these two) a laughing yugyeom.

“JKof course! sorry tae but the purple of your suit is so obviously notstraight whilst jeongguk’s midnight blue is as timeless as it isclassy!” at that taehyung pouts and hangs his weight onto seokjinwhen he is slouching over, hands still resting on seokjin’sshoulders and seokjin laughs and can’t help it but bringing a hand up hetousles taehyung’s hair in a playful manner but then the problemoccurs that his fingers don’t want to leave the silky strainsalone.

theylinger carefully, ghosting over hot skin and dark strains and takingcare of the chaos they created. taehyung doesn’t even bat aneyelash at that, if anything he tilts his head a bit to side and intoseokjin’s touch, straightening his back. taehyung’s eyes dartaround slowly whilst seokjin is organizing his hair and there’sthat faint glow right underneath taehyung’s skin, in the dark brownof his eyes making them shine like orbits, the curve of his mouth ashe’s smiling ever so faintly. he’s radiating happiness and thatalone feeds the distant pounding of seokjin’s heavy heart.

whenseokjins throat grows tight, his chest aching with the throbbing echoof a pain that is part of him since he first saw that stupid face infront of him and got to know the soul living in that shell, he dropshis hand and shoves it into the pocket of his trousers, numb fingerscurling inwards, nails digging into his palm. taehyung does thatrapid move with his head to bring all the loose strains back onto hisforehead, falling into his face he looks up at seokjin and beams:

“howdo i look?”, he asks, voice deep, tripping over a syllable ever soslightly. seokjin looks at taehyung, really looks at him and for asecond he thinks he might burst into a thousand pieces and coveringeverything around him in red; the white dresses and roses, the tabledecor yoongi took care of, the cakes he made, the light wooden groundunderneath his wobbly knees and clumsy feet. then again he has beenliving with that dull ache inside of his middle for the longest timeso why couldn’t he just live with it a little bit longer? aneternity alongside the one that jeongguk and taehyung promised eachother today?

“likeall the other love foals that just got married. silly”, seokjinsaid, the smile on his face somehow keeping his flesh together,taehyung’s laughter being curse and blessing at once.

andabsolutely endearing,seokjin thought, his love for taehyung remaining a bitter taste inthe back of his throat amongst the words he will never say.

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