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maxismatchccworld · 3 years

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Patch Notes

Update 9/7/2021

PC: 1.79.93.1030 / Mac: 1.79.93.1230

Console: Version 1.47

Hello Simmers!

We hope you are well wherever you are in the World.

Today, we have a special kind of update! As you now know, this is our first update that fully focuses on a previously released pack, giving it new life if you will. Today is the day for self-care for and with The Sims™ 4 Spa Day!

Spa Day is all about relaxation and getting some well-deserved personal Sim time and wellness. With this update, we are adding some features that will help enhance this wellness experience that we hope you enjoy.

Along with these enhancements, we were also able to fix a few issues that were live and needed some care.

Thanks again for your continued support and feedback!

Chaus!

-SimGuruRusskii

What’s New?

Spa Day Updates

Everyone deserves more time to refresh and more ways to renew! In this update, we added the following:

Three new Aspirations and a new Trait

The path to wellness is long but well worth it! Sims can now opt for three aspirational paths to achieve their own Zen:

Self-Care Specialists - For those Sims who would like to monetize their love of fitness and wellness.

Inner Peace - For the Sims that want to achieve ultimate harmony and learning tools to mitigate their negative emotions.

Zen Guru - For the Sims that want to share the power of wellness with the world…the whole world, for real. They also focus on seeking to train their successor to pass the knowledge along.

In addition to these new Aspirations, we added a new trait for those Sims that require a bit of extra work to keep their needs… properly aligned. High Maintenance will allow your Sims to experience mindful tasks that can help their sense of wellbeing. No trouble is trivial, no need is too much.

You can find these new Aspirations and the new Trait in Create A Sim. And don’t forget the Spa Membership included with these Aspirations - it’s a steal!

Manicures and Pedicures

Some people like having a massage to decompress - a valid option… pretty sure I need one - but my favorite thing is manicures and pedicures! Hear me out! There is something so relaxing about choosing your design, color, shape, and having someone prettify (yes, it is a word… to me) your nails with the utmost care. Now your Sims can get these nail enhancements or graciously give them to other Sims. You can choose a design, a shape, and voilà! Your Sims’ nails will be as fabulous as they feel!

And if you don’t want to get your nails done by a professional- tight budget, totally get it - Sims will have access to the same options in Create A Sim that you can instantly apply to your Sims nails - it’s like insta nails!! You can pick from a variety of swatches with color combinations, designs, or just a solid color for each fingernail. You can also choose a variety of one solid color choices for your Toenails. You can find them in the Accessories category in Create A Sim, where you will see a Fingernails and Toenails sort with the options.

We want to highlight that in this upgrade to Spa Day we have a design from the wonderful Ebonix that is featured in Create A Sim! Ebonix is a super talented Sims Creator, and we are happy we can feature one of her designs and share it with everyone.

About Yoga and Meditation

Yoga Classes can now take place outside of Spas and Gyms! You can hire a yoga instructor or teach your own class from the Instructor Yoga Mat. Speaking of teaching, Sims can also lead Guided Meditation sessions from Meditation Stools. Oh, and I don’t want to forget to mention that Children are able to practice and teach both Yoga and Meditation as well!

New Objects, Facial Masks… Oh my!

As part of this update, we also added a few new objects and swatches in Build Mode, these include a new luxurious massage table and a massage chair that can also be used for manicures and pedicures for a full relaxation experience. And as an added bonus, there is a new portable massage chair and table, so your Sims can give massages, manicures, and pedicures on the go to earn some Simoleons.

Besides these, we added as part of your Sims’ self-care routine the ability to purchase and apply Facial Masks. They come in a variety of benefits and designs; for ease of access, we recommend having in your preferred lot the Doc Sweet’s Luke-Warm Mini Dispenser. This mini version of the original refrigerator can hold your favorite beverages in a compact space, but as an added benefit, Sims can purchase Facial Masks from it. By the way, don’t forget to try the new Cucumber Power-Sip and cucumber slices for a tasty snack! Also available with this update.

Base Game Updates

For those who don’t own Spa Day, we wanted to give you a treat as well. For Base Game Simmers we added the nail options for fingernails and toenails in Create A Sim for you to enjoy. Same as mentioned previously, there will be choices under the Fingernails and Toenails sort in Create A Sim, there will be a variety of solid one-color nails and color combination nails available for the Base Game itself.

Bug FixesConsole

We fixed an issue in which some of the controls when players are in the Game Options menus were a little off, it should work correctly now.

The Sims 4

New games should no longer experience the automatic generation of empty households, and the ensuing save size increase and performance lag that this causes. The team is still investigating how to safely fix existing saves that have this issue.

We fixed an issue that affected Custom Content Chairs that when slotted with certain objects it created Sims routing issues.

Sometimes, in certain saves, Sims would lose their names when visiting some Lots - most notoriously the Goth’s Lot but it could happen anywhere. If a Sim has no name… does that Sim exist? I can assure you that the Goths were not involved, but this issue should no longer occur.

Ever had the need to order food or drinks but you just couldn’t be bothered? Been there, however the issue of Sims and NPCs not being able to order food and drinks autonomously has been fixed. Order away!

Have you noticed that your Sims had been doing Fitness things or Dancing if they Disliked those things? Strange no? It should no longer happen as long as they continue to Dislike them of course. As a note, unfortunately (for those affected), Sims are subject to choose music they Dislike still from any stereo so they can still torment other Sims (and Simmers) around them.

We fixed an issue in which the Mega Window (Double Budget Grand Deluxe DeLite) in build Mode was missing a few swatches and displayed them as empty.

Let’s talk about Unibrows! Are they in? Are they out? No matter, every brow is welcome! We have fixed an issue that didn’t make the thicker unibrow available for female frame Sims and that didn’t make the thinner unibrow available for male frame Sims. So all the unibrows for both frames!

Did you ever notice an invisible slot under the All of the Things table? We sure did, and while I think that if it is called “all of the things” it could have all the things, everywhere… I guess? This was not acceptable so we fixed that.

Get to Work

The hairstyle yfHair_EP01TwistLow has been tagged correctly in the Updo Hairstyle category. Is it still an Updo even if the bun is low and not up high? These are the questions I ponder sometimes.

Eco Lifestyle

If you noticed the Community Voting Board missing from venues across packs in Build Mode, never fear. It has been found and should be safely back in Build Mode.

Dream Home Decorator

Ever had such good-looking décor that you can’t just sleep because you have to look at it? As much as we want your Sims to love their décor and their style, we thought it was a bit too much that they would not sleep and just look at it, so this should no longer happen.

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mego42 · 4 years

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Shamelessly stealing @foxmagpie’s monthly rec thing without the ability to get my life together to do these on a monthly basis so, seasonal recs! So excited to see if I manage to do this again with anything remotely resembling consistency but i’ve been keeping the notes for approximately 43 years (or since ~september, whatever that means) so by god i’m gonna use them.

found my thrill - s_t_c_s / @sothischickshe

Turner POV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

guys turner is SO OBSESSED with Beth and Rio

both canonically and in this fic

it’s gr9

also features a weirdly soothing and relatable cord untangling moment as a metaphor

truly disturbingly relatable turner pov tbh

relentless boomer disdain, always a plus

led to the creation of this monstrosity, not sure what kind of a monster would do that

War In My Mind - mintletters16

Backread!!!!

post-213, gorgeous character study

guaranteed to make you feEl stUfF

I really love the like, cyclical, fractured pattern of Beth’s internal monologue, it gives the whole thing a really affecting at times dreamy, at times haunted vibe

the end twist is *chef’s kiss*

mourning bells - Ejunkiet / @ejunkiet

Backread!!!!

Later s2 era, Rio’s at a funeral, gets drunk and calls Beth

V short, kind of…..mmm, not sweet, but almost? Idk

It’s got a wistful sort of almost/i can be quiet with you vibe that i go extremely bonkers for

delinquents - foxmagpie / @foxmagpie

Lol are any of you actually not reading this yet?

g o d ch 8 where do i start

First off how ABSOLUTELY VERY DARE for the tragic angst that is delinquents!beth boland. This poor baby, this precious bean. MUST PROTEC

SHE’S TRYING HER BEST AND I LOVE HER

zero percent deserves dean’s clammy hands, no i have not forgotten, tattooed on my brain, will never forgive

I also love love love love LOVE the ruby/stan subplot happening

(and ruby’s mom!!!!!) (seriously though you write the best moms)

oh god and baby beth starting to have confusing feelings about rio?????? *chef’s kiss*

p sure i was just like, straight screaming the entire end of the chapter

the dugout is like, pure serotonin

I can’t even talk about the closet

tHe teNsiOn

thank you i will take eleventy billion

don't give it a hand, offer it a soul - medievalraven / @medievalraven

am a desperate heaux for any fic that features rio and mick friendship

you are all incredibly shocked i know

still would not be mad if this swerved into rio x mick fake dating but beth x rio is cool too i guess

Speaking of things i am a desperate heaux for: DIANE!!!!!!!!

and DATING ANNIE???????????? Blessed

honestly this fic is worth it purely for the assertion that mick watches queer eye

Why don't we go to Venus? - watermelonriddles / @bensonstablers

another grief study!

apparently i was working through some stuff in september, idk, that was like 4 years ago

considering it’s the premise of the fic, i don’t think it’s a spoiler to say this fic is canon divergent and working with the premise that rio killed beth in 302

he is uh, not coping well

extremely haunted you might say

lots of marcus and rhea which is a delight!

rhea is to good for him tbh

i said what i said

truly top notch dream (nightmare?) sequences

the conversation at the end is extremely uncalled for

drop the game - Ejunkiet / @ejunkiet

Backread!!!!

Am going to die mad Beth and Rio didn’t hook up in 211 but luckily this fic scratched the itch

(temporarily, it’s a fairly permanent itch)

Bonus rec: missing scene series i wanna do bad things to you featuring 2x02 and 2x04

Viva Voce - zetuslapetus / @querenaxx

Whoops we woke up married Vegas shenanigans!!

So cute!!!!! So sexy!!!!!

What more do you want?

am desperately obsessed with how beth can’t help stalking rio

feels right, feels organic

this makes me feel a lot of stuff about how they could be without their canon garbage between them

🎶 we could’ve had it aaaaaaaaaaall 🎶

you showed me colors (i can't see them with anyone else) - gild_fire / @gild-and-fire

really into the use of color to illustrate beth’s emotional state, i feel like there’s a word for that but idk what it is

UNIMPORTANT

really nice job capturing beth’s inner vulnerability balanced by her outer stubbornness

am DESPERATELY into Mick playing matchmaker

more please???????

Both Sides of the Law - JoeyLee / @joeyjoeylee

LAW SCHOOL AU! I suuuuuuper love Beth and Rio here (alt pov!! a gift!!!!) I love how initially prickly they are, I love how it’s evolving into a grudging respect, I love how INCREDIBLY AND HILARIOUSLY OBSESSED WITH EACH OTHER THEY ARE and neither one of them seems to see it

listen I know we’re all already foaming at the mouth over this one but as it’s gonna go down as one of my all time favorites it bears repeating/rereccing

cannot stress enough how masterful the use of POV is here, both voices feel completely true and distinct and I love how the alternating chapters revisit, reveal and emphasize pieces of each other

i can’t talk about this fic without hyperventilating

I LOVE IT SO MUCH YOU GUYS

the slow burn is going to ACTUALLY KILL ME

rip, no regrats

Earned It - wakeupflawless / @wakeupflawless

spanking

that’s it that’s the pitch

H O T

living for beth’s exit in the first chapter, rio and i are both incredibly into it

second chapter also features violently possessive Rio who cannot deal with anyone messing with his girl so if that’s your thing boy howdy get on it

shake, baby, shake - openhearts

backread!!!!!

according to my bookmarks this was a reread but ???????

must’ve read it in the fugue state that followed reading for a moment we were strangers which is gr9 and I believe I have recced it before. If not, horrible oversight, reccing it now

beth and Rio POV lead up to the bathroom break, beautifully done, low-key feel bad reccing it bc the end point of both chapters makes me want to throw things but it’s super worth it for the tEnsiOn. ENJOY

What the Sea Wants, the Sea Will Have - flashindie / @pynkhues

I’m assuming all of y’all are already reading this

If not OH MY GOD FIX YOUR LIVES

P I R A T E A U

I’m sorry maybe you didn’t hear me piRaTE aU

meticulously researched, brain-meltingly vibrant, already painfully sexy slow-burning PIRATE AU

god where to start okay so first off, the world-building here straight up breaks my brain, sophie’s put in the work and it SHOWS

second, the atmosphere. i’m generally a pretty like, vague mental picture sort of reader but the sensory detail here grabs you by the throat and like, forcibly hauls you in whether your brain’s wired that way or no

and hey speaking of throats if you, like me, go a little funny about the knees at the idea of beth holding a knife to rio’s throat (he’s fine, calm down), there’s a v excellent beth-in-a-barrel moment for you

oh christ and the sexy tension

it’s gonna be a race to see which slow burn takes me out first, this or law school

Stunner - foxmagpie / @foxmagpie

Another high school AU, this time with baby Rio absolutely head over heels for his older sister’s bff

stunner!Rio has an emotional earnestness about him that I feel like delinquents!Rio has already outgrown and it’s so SWEET I can’t get enough

Desperately cute!!!!!!

alL he waNts iS foR beTh tO bE hiS girL

also unreasonably angsty???????

ANN ARBOR IS NOT THAT FAR MEGAN

A Heart's A Heavy Burden - tooshyforthis / @bathroombreaks

Howl’s Moving Castle AU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love Howl’s!!!!!!!!!!!

perfect opp to roast Rio for being a Dramatique Heaux

and it’s gonna be 9 chapters?????? H Y P E

author’s note boldly presumes I did not know I needed this AU when the reality is I did in fact know I needed this AU, I just wasn’t expecting anyone to deliver

so blessed

author also claims to not be team nose stud and yet it features prominently in all its magnificent glory

what is the truth dot gif

A Bit of a Stretch - septiembre / @septiembur

SO????? CUTE?????????

would be on this list for Rio calling Beth E alone tbh

really really really really really love this Rio POV of being settled into a relationship with Beth

It manages to be sweetly domestic af while still holding the edge that makes brio brio which is a neat trick

@septiembur may be a witch

beth’s approach to getting rio to do yoga with her is hilarious and exactly right, canon-typical amounts of subtlety

1000000/10

Post Break-Up Sex - femalegothic / @bethsuglywigs

stg this was called Hit Shuffle

no matter

h O T

with a side of damn i’ve made some questionable choices in my life haven’t i introspection

(no regrats tho)

(esp not with this fic)

not the point of the fic by a long shot but i’m also extremely obsessed with Weed Eddie, so real

She drains my soul... she drains it not - niham87 / @niham87

ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED WITH THIS CONCEPT

am a complete sucker for paranormal world building that satirizes bureaucracy

Is that a trope? If so that’s my favorite

I did it. I’m picking a single favorite. You know what that is growth dot gif

ANYWAY i love the concept, i love the humor, i love beth instantly clicking with annie

I love her and mick’s sort of grudging professional courtesy

Love beth as a champion of environmental responsibility and all of the underworld being like …...okay??

cannot wait to see where this goes

Nine-Tenths - riosnecktattoo / @riosnecktattoo

*INCOHERENT PTERODACTYL SCREECHING*

sometimes i think about rio putting beth’s hair in a ponytail and have to go lie down

science please explain why this rUinS mE

wait hold on i skipped ahead

HEY KIDS DO YOU LIKE UNBEARABLY CUTE DOMESTIC TENDERNESS

opens with rio sleepily holding beth’s hand to his heart so that’s the kind of thing you’ll be dealing with

uGH theY’RE sO CUTe

idk why precisely but rio adding hair ties to his bracelet collection is my undoing every time

Missed Call - foxmagpie / @foxmagpie

Rio doesn’t come home from a job when he’s supposed to. Beth (and I!!!!!!!) slowly loses her mind

Truly a masterpiece of rising tension

Will literally never forgive her for calling this light angst

I was SO STRESSED OUT

The first person to point out there was an author’s note at the beginning I obvs didn’t read is getting blocked

crush - foxmagpie / @foxmagpie

Listen even though this is centered around two OCs, they are OCs FROM a (n iconic) brio fic AND Beth, Ruby and Rio all make cameos (I mean, Rio’s pretty present since he lives in Mar’s mind rent free bc they are THE SWEETEST MOST ADORABLE BEST OF FRIENDS so idk if i’d call it a cameo but whatever)

and even if it didn’t feature any official GG characters I’d still rec is bc that’s mY SON AND this fic is TOO CUTE

I have so many feelings over mar and rio growing up and not knowing how to cope with girls becoming a Thing in their life and how it affects their friendship and mar feeling left behind but (SPOILERS) at the end of the story rio starts feeling that too and it’s so poignant knowing how that’s going to continue in delinquents

while mar may be my son, i also claim elena’s #1 stan status

before you’re like meg you’re only reccing it bc it’s a bday present ask yourselves do i really strike you as the kind of person that wouldn’t be equally obnoxious about this either way?

truly cannot fathom how hard i have fallen for these OCs i don’t normally do that

@foxmagpie is definitely a witch

The Ottoman - Niham87 / @niham87

look i will be the first to admit that i don’t go near as bonkers over the ottoman line in 308 as y’all do

(don’t get me wrong, i love it!!! I love that he laughs and i love that she’s pleased it just doesn’t hit my lose my whole mind button like idk, the dubby or the 306 convo, idk why)

BUT i v v v much love the context this delightful Rio POV pwp gives it

am also absolutely feral for 209 missing scene fic

and anything that captures the complexity of Rio’s s3 feelings for Beth and how twisted they’ve become

so this scratches a bunch of itches, is what i’m trying to say

Bet On It - zetuslapetus / @querenaxx

*INCOHERENT PTERODACTYL SCREECHING*

That’s what my brain does when I think about Beth and Rio meeting in ch 1

am DESPERATELY OBSESSED WITH the tension between the two of them in this fic

I love how it plays with the ways they have to rely on but don’t trust each other

plus FAKE DATING and BED SHARING (fair warning hasn’t happened yet but the set up is there)

originally supposed to be 2 chapters, already up to 4, prayer circle it goes on forever

do you like drugs (tonight) - s_t_c_s / @sothischickshe

v important focus on hydration, other fic should take note

extremely about the use of cut to and then flashback to enhance the ‘we were on drugs’ vibe

speaking of, beth and rio absolutely would take ecstasy to prove they are fun bc they are the exact kind of idiots that would peer pressure themselves

so glad beth kept her purse, got a bit stressed there for a second, clutches in that kind of circumstance are A Risk

not that i would know

FLAWLESS USE OF VOICEMAIL TBH

really love the ongoing denial that they are remotely into each other while proceeding to demonstrate how they are in fact, extremely into each other, great vibe

rio dances

I know my brain broke too

mmmm bacon

Navigate A Broken Path - flashindie / @pynkhues

*INCOHERENT PTERODACTYL SCREECHING*

I have a long standing tradition of getting unreasonably obsessed with side characters so i’m not like, entirely surprised by how obsessed i am with both Mick and Mary Pat but i never in a million years considered them as a ship

AND Y E T

they fit????? so perfectly?????? It’s amazing how she developes them individually enough that i look at them together and think ah yes this makes perfect sense for both characters

and they’re such an amazing foil to Beth and Rio?

can ships have foils? do i know what a foil is?

unimportant

GUYS you dON’T uNDERStAN d

hell i don’t understand

how absolutely very dare you make me care about YET ANOTHER set of gg ‘verse children

do not read this fic if you have no interest in feelings you zero percent asked for

wHA t hAPPeNED iN aLASkA?????????

A Moment’s Silence - femalegothic / @bethsuglywigs

*makes sign of the cross*

y’all are gonna make me rediscover religion

extremely appreciate the author’s note approach to backstory top notch prioritization

listen it’s basically 3k of beth deep throating rio idk what more you need me to say about it

it is…..good stuff

bless the kinkmeme or fest whatever we’re calling it

praise - civillove / @blainesebastian

I mean you had me at “three times rio calls beth a good girl and one time he really means it”

ephemeral rio

I left that note for myself in here in the middle of the night and haven’t the foggiest what i was thinking but i stand by it none the less

okay okay i think i know what i meant, this fic (as do all of my fav civillove brio fics) has this sort of like, liminal, in the quiet moments feel to them that makes the moments and feelings somehow feel like i’m catching a glimpse of something secret and precious???

idk i just really like it okay

Heart and Soul - riosnecktattoo / @riosnecktattoo

oh look more unbearably sweet domestic tenderness, this time to music

thank you ma’am for my life

rio remembers beth used to play piano and gets her one and revoltingly cute shenanigans result

also hilarity

and sexiness

this fic has it all, truly

shout out to mick who sees no reason to keep rio’s feelings to himself

good girls tumblr fic - prettylittlementirosa / @hypermania

cheating and reccing a whole series

It’s my list and i can do what i wanna

stop crying about it, it’s four fics and they’re all AMAZING absolutely impossible to pick a fav

truly flawless characterization, next level ability to capture evocative mood, cannot get enough

three’s a crowd: who knew ballroom dancing while dean watches and grinds his teeth could be so sexy

(trick question everything about that premise sounds A++++ and boy howdy does it live up)

feel it on the way home: rio tries to break up with beth, it goes about as well as you’d expect

(thE angSty tenSioN)

i want to play the game: [from the floor] i’m still not ready to talk about it

(rio/turner, missing scene, 10000000% a taste of what went down in that hotel room)

june after dark: pitch perfect annie pov, really really love the take that Annie is the baby whisperer, can’t fully explain why but it feels incredibly right

(ANNIE X NANCY COULD WORK SO WELL YOU GUYS)

#fingers crossed these links are right i did not double check #i like to live on the edge #truly mind boggling amount of fluff on this list i surprised myself on that one #no i will not at any point get my shit together enough to write out thoughtful commentary this is a shit posting blog first last and always #fic recs #gg fic #nbc good girls #i'll come up with a tag for these if i ever do them again #check back 37 years from now #or ~~~~~~march #whatever that means

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heartsywritesthethings · 3 years

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Kageyama with Plants: The Plants

Okay. So. I do not have all the characters that I want to have plants, assigned to plants, yet. Now, I decided I wanted symbolism for what character's got which plant, but that's not necessarily how Kageyama picks them. So really this has zero plot basis and is wildly unnecessary. I just wanted it. Note: the symbolism listed is not always the entirety of the symbolism, but just the parts that apply. Some parts are well thought out, some are vibes, some are funny.

Spoilers for the manga through the time skip! (Not on match outcomes.)

But here's what I have so far:

Iwaizumi-senpai: rainbow pincushion cactus. Symbolizes protection, warmth, endurance, support. Iwa was a good senpai. Provided support and protection. And created him warmly. Vibes with the endurance and strength of a cactus. Also spiky and pretty.

Oikawa-senpai: venus flytrap. Symbolizes strength, persistence, eccentricities, and new opportunity. Oikawa is an incredibly strong player, a real threat. His persistence is a large part of who he is as a player, but has a tendency to lead into overworking. He's a bit eccentric. He is. Oikawa absolutely looks for new opportunity, he moves across the world to play for another country's team because it is an amazing opportunity for him. Also, when a Venus flytrap fails it tends to sulk for a bit before resetting. Dramatic. But always resets. Ready to try again.

Kindaichi-kun: lucky bamboo. Symbolizes renewal, strength, growth, facing conflicting forces, seeing past fear, peace and chaos bringing about change. Kindaichi and Kageyama have a complex interesting relationship throughout Haikyuu. There's a renewal to their friendship. Change from their fight. Facing conflict. Coming together stronger for it. They both have so much growth that brings them to renewal and peace.

Kunimi-kun: spider plant. Symbolizes mindfulness and renewal of connections. Kunimi is a very mindful player, keeps his stamina in mind and plays the long game. Then of course the renewal.

Daichi-san: weeping fig tree. Symbolizes leadership, unity, prosperity, knowledge, and the link between human and spirit. He's our captain, gotta rep those leadership skills! Unites the team. Helps them prosper! Daichi has been putting in effort from his first year to get the practice and time that his team needed even before he became captain. He led the crows to prosper with their unclipped wings. And having died, he really does connect the human and spirit. Tobe fly.

Suga-senpai: african violet. These symbolize loyalty, protection, admiration, connections. Kageyama absolutely 100% admires Suga. Suga is so loyal to this team that he told the coach to bench him if that's what he thought was best for the team. I love him. Anyway. Connections? Suga connects with his team and his spiker really well and helps teach that to Kageyama. Also, Suga would protect. Chaotically. But still.

Nishinoya-san: scarlet star. This symbolizes protection, success and passion. He's Karasuno's guardian. That just screams protection. Also. He gets the scarlet star cause he's the star. It's mostly green with one little upward spike of red that reminds me of his hair.

Ennoshita-san: baby rubber plant. This is a ficus, same as Daichi's plant. So has a lot of the same symbolism of leadership, unity, understanding. It's just the junior! Ennoshita definitely gets extra points on the understanding front with his understanding of Yamagucchi's feelings and standing in to relay that to Coach.

Hinata Boke: golden pothos. Fun fact, this is my favorite. I have a fake one. ...I think. Symbolizes determination, perseverance, a relentless attitude to chase one's dream. Try to tell me Shoyo doesn't complete embody those qualities. This plant is used to shield negative energies and this sunshine boy does the same. It climbs, which is perfect for how high this shorty can jump. Additionally, when this plant is in a hanging planter, it symbolizes reaching new heights. Pretty solid choice, I think.

Saltyshima: queen's tears. The name alone just makes it hilarious, okay? Also, please know it can be called the Friendship Plant. These two are absolutely friends, but still assholes to each other. This symbolizes respect, success, passion. It can grow alongside others. Also it's rather demanding with it's conditions. I think it nicely represents Tsukki's growth and how he found passion alongside the others. With a little bit of attitude.

Coach Ukai: fiddle leaf fig. Symbolizes understanding, unity, knowledge, leadership. All qualities of coach. A given really. A a bonus this plant has been used to roll cigars. So it fits.

Yacchan: maidenhair fern. This symbolizes hope for future generations, confidence, and fascination. The plant itself is rather delicate and small. Yachi is small and a bit delicate in that she's nervous and easily frightened at first. But she's fascinated by the game and how much everyone on the team works and gains confidence in herself in her place in the team. And as a first year manager? She is the hope for the volleyball team in future years.

Akaashi-san: monstera. Symbolizes respect, honoring elders, and suffocation. (Don't ask me how that ties in with the other two, I don't know.) Kageyama respects Akaashi. For sure. And he's one of his senpai. Also the suffocation bit is funny considering Akaashi helped Kageyama not choke and suffocate at the training camp.

Kuroo-san: kentai palm plant. Symbolizes honor, protection, truth, warmth, aspiration. He's pretty honorable in always helping his volleyball brethren. With defense being Nekoma's biggest strength, protection was a necessity. He is honest, perhaps to a fault. He told Tsukki point blank that he was going to fall behind if he kept dragging his feet. (He's also a sweetheart who wanted to apologize.) He's got aspirations for his own team and his friends' teams. Also this plant has a LOT of deficiencies of different elements that it then needs special soil for so it can get those necessary elements, but just seeing so many elements listed just made me think science. Lemme just break out the periodic table song.

Kenma-san: parlor plant. Symbolizes androgyny, vitality, protection, and means "on the ground." Kenma has vitality, not in the physical sense, but certainly in mental vigor. He's Nekoma's brain! Keeping the protection for Nekoma's defense, of course. With defense being their strength, Nekoma (and Kenma) tend to fight on the ground more than in the air. Also it reminds me of his gravity rant.

Hoshiumi-san: creeping fig. Literally means "good things come in small packages" and "little power house." That's our favorite seagull. Also symbolizes understanding and knowledge. Though he's a bit impulsive and with a quick temper, it's his perceptiveness that always sticks out to me. Being able to recognize that Hinata can likely truly see the whole court in that split second of spiking. Being conscious of how others view him and using it to his advantage. When to go for a hard spike versus a block-out. Also these plants can climb and BOY does he have hops.

Romero-senpai: corsage orchid. This symbolizes admiration and inspiration. Romero is a volleyball player they all watched and admired growing up. It fits. Also originates from South America, which works nicely as Romero's home country is Brazil.

Those still undecided: Kyotani, Asahi, Tanaka, Kinoshita, Narita, Yamaguchi, Takeda, Kiyoko, Ushijima, Tendou, Bokuto, Aone, Chiyaga (plant will be named Broccoli Jr), Atsumu, Sakusa, Komori, and the fan who gives him a plant.

I know he has not interacted with all of these characters, but the point is I want him to and so I will make it happen. I think they'd have fun dynamics.

#kageyama with plants #kageyama tobio #haikyuu #I wasn't kidding when I said I have THOUGHTS #and too many #I have put too much effort into this #but please enjoy the fruits of my pointless labor #if anyone has questions by all means hit me up #this is my last big spam post about it (for now)#I still have a filled note in my notes app of just stream of consciousness regarding this #seriously tho why is this what I'm doing when I do not know plants

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thesunnyshow · 4 years

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Name: Rach

Writing Blog URL(s): @dreamystuffers

What fandom(s) do you write for? Mostly BTS, SKZ, and NCT but I’m looking into branching out more in the future

Age: 18

Nationality: Chinese-Canadian

Languages: English, French, Cantonese, Mandarin, (learning Korean)

Star Sign: Aries Sun & Moon, Taurus Venus

MBTI: I/ENFP-T (it changes between I and E a lot)

Favorite color: Purple and/or mint green!

Favorite food: Neoguri

Favorite movie: Your Name

Favorite ice cream flavor: Mint chocolate!

Favorite animal: Alpaca

Coffee or tea? What are you ordering? Iced americano or caramel macchiato (coffee). If I’m at home, I’ll normally just make jasmine green tea.

Dream job (whether you have a job or not): Something involving music that allows me to impact others in a positive way.

Go-to karaoke song: The Ballad of Mona Lisa - Panic! At The Disco

If you could have one superpower, what would you choose? Telepathy!

If you could visit a historical era, which would you choose? I’m honestly not great at history so I’m not sure.

If you could restart your life, knowing what you do now, would you? More music stuff.

Would you rather fight 100 chicken-sized horses or one horse-sized chicken? One horse-sized chicken.

If you were a trope in a teen high school movie, what would you have been? Band geek and Student Council President.

Do you believe in aliens/supernatural creatures? Not really.

What are some small things that make your day better? Watching the SKZ Fancy stage.

Fun fact about yourself that not everyone would know? I have a Hello Kitty keyboard that I use regularly and one time I brought into work and the IT guy laughed at me.

When did you post your first piece?

Probably three years ago in 2017?

Do you write fluff/angst/crack/general/smut, combo, etc? Why?

I write fluff, angst, and crack cause they’re fun. I don’t really have much experience (or more pleasant experiences) with sexual stuff so I’m not really comfortable writing about it.

Do you write OCs, X Readers, Ships...etc?

I write xreaders and occasionally ships.

Why did you decide to write for Tumblr?

I remember @inktae opened up SFWBangtan ages ago and I thought she was the coolest person ever so I wrote something up to fill the network criteria and just kept writing.

What inspires you to write?

Reading other people’s works and seeing stupid stuff in real life.

What genres/AUs do you enjoy writing the most?

Hanahaki AUs.

What do you hope your readers take away from your work?

Nothing much really. I just hope they enjoy it and that it stays in their mind for a while. A reblog with some screaming in the tags is always nice too.

What do you do when you hit a rough spot creatively?

Nap or sing karaoke at an obnoxiously loud volume.

What is your favorite work and why? Your most successful?

My favourite work is ‘things you said at 1 am’ from my things you said series. It’s really angsty but it’s short and well-written. It got me a lot of my first real feedback on this site and it holds a special place in my heart. My most successful work is ‘can I kiss you’ from my 100 ways to say I love you series. Admittedly, I didn’t spend a lot of time on that so it’s slightly discouraging to see 200 notes on this fic and maybe max 150 notes on my much longer fics.

Who is your favorite person to write about?

Mark Lee!

Do you think there’s a difference between writing fanfiction vs. completely original prose?

Fanfiction requires less character building in a sense? You have a person with real personality traits to base things off of. I’ve never been a good original prose writer anyways.

What do you think makes a good story?

Characterization and a good plot.

What is your writing process like?

Sometimes I outline my fic and then fill it in but most of the time I just write out the dialogue and then I add in descriptions and other things.

Would you ever repurpose a fic into a completely original story?

I don’t think I would.

What tropes do you love, and what tropes can’t you stand?

I love anything to lovers but mostly friends to lovers! Also, domestic AUs and proposal AUs. I can’t stand yandere aus. They creep me out. I’m sure there are other tropes I can’t stand but I can’t think of more off the top of my head.

How much would you say audience feedback/engagement means to you?

The whole world. I do a lot of stuff outside of Tumblr and writings isn’t really one of my passions. It’s something I do for fun. Seeing the lack of interaction between readers and content creators nowadays is really discouraging. A lot of people just like posts and move on and like, that’s cool. You know someone read it, but you don’t know what they thought of it or if they liked it. That part hurts a lot, especially when a lot of time goes into creating content and you get minimal interaction in return.

What has been one of the biggest factors of your success (of any size)?

I think joining networks and having good mutuals. Also, learning how to better utilize the Tumblr tagging algorithm between different fandoms haha.

Do you think fanfic writers get unfairly judged?

Definitely. Writing is writing no matter who you’re writing it about. Some people can’t seem to grasp that for some reason.

Do you think art can be a medium for change?

Of course! I originally wanted to go into music for university because I want to create art that provides comfort for others. If you look at the history of art, you can see different artists expressing themselves and the environment around them in different mediums.

Do you ever feel there are times when you’re writing for others, rather than yourself?

I definitely write for others rather than myself. I normally create graphics/gifs and songwrite for myself. Whatever I write to post on here is more to keep myself busy so I’m not particularly attached to it.

Do you ever feel like people have misunderstood you or your writing at times?

Not really. I don’t really write or post anything that could be misunderstood in that sense.

Do your offline friends/loved ones know you write for Tumblr?

Some of them do. They don’t really care. I get teased sometimes but for the most part we all read some fanfiction so it’s no big deal.

What is one thing you wish you could tell your followers?

Hello! I love all of you! Please interact with me more because I need constant attention and affection and also I’d love to get to know all of you better! Thank you for supporting me throughout all these years on this hellsite.

Do you have any advice for aspiring writers who might be too scared to put themselves out there?

Just go for it! Tumblr is basically a giant void anyways. There’s nothing to lose so just put yourself out there because it’s easier to take something down than to constantly think about that “what if I’d posted this?”.

Are there any times when you regret joining Tumblr?

Absolutely. At times it takes a toll on my mental health and I constantly feel like maybe I should be doing something else that will bring me more satisfaction. I have a lot of amazing mutuals though and they make everything much better haha. (Shoutout to all my mutuals and everyone in BTS Fic Hub and BTS Smut Hub)

Do you have any mutuals who have been particularly formative/supportive in your Tumblr journey?

I think I mentioned @inktae earlier. She’s the one who got me to start writing and putting myself out there which I’m eternally grateful for. @taekemeaway who was my first push into making gifs and colour palettes and even made me one of the admins for @yoonkooknetwork (Lex if you see this I love you!!). @tenkkum is one of my oldest mutuals haha. Our chaotic ‘02 line energy combined is a disaster but he’s been with me basically every step of the way. We even established a network together @starryktown (shameless plug but apply and also apply for @nctcreations LOL).

Pick a quote to end your interview with:

“I know your future will bloom into something much bigger and magnificent.” - Kim Namjoon, Dear Class of 2020 Commencement Speech

BONUS ROUND: K-POP CONFIDENTIAL

#@dreamystuffers #thesunnyshow #featured author #bts #nct #stray kids #episode 39

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aliciameade · 5 years

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A Thousand Cuts

Title: A Thousand Cuts Author: aliciameade Rating: M for alcoholism and angst Pairing: Beca/Chloe Summary: Beca doesn't realize she needs to get her shit together until it's too late, or, my take on a prompt I was sent to write something based on Taylor Swift’s “Death by a Thousand Cuts.”

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My heart, my hips, my body, my love / Trying to find a part of me that you didn't touch

Gave up on me like I was a bad drug / Now I'm searching for signs in a haunted club

Our songs, our films, united, we stand / Our country, guess it was a lawless land

Quiet my fears with the touch of your hand / Paper cut stings from my paper-thin plans

My time, my wine, my spirit, my trust / Trying to find a part of me you didn't take up

Gave you so much, but it wasn't enough / But I'll be alright, it's just a thousand cuts

“You don’t mean that.” Beca’s voice cracks over the words; she’s moments from crying and she knows it.

Chloe’s already crying. “The hell I don’t.” Her voice is steady despite the tears. Her jaw is set, the muscles in her left cheek tensing with how hard she’s clenching it.

“Where am I supposed to go?” That’s when the first tear finally hits Beca’s cheek. They don’t stop after that and she doesn’t bother trying to wipe them away. “I don’t know anyone else here!”

“That’s not my problem.” Chloe walks away so abruptly, steps so heavy it makes Beca jump. She’s digging through the trunk that sits at the foot of their bed and pulls out Beca’s duffel bag to toss it onto the bed. “Pack. And get the rest of your shit out before the end of the month whenever I’m not here or I’m throwing it all away.”

Beca’s sure this must be what it feels like for the earth to swallow one whole. Her world’s been ripped out from beneath her feet.

The thing is, it’s her fault. She can’t argue that it’s not. She could have tried harder, not allowed herself to grow complacent. Chloe was someone who loves with her entire being, every inch of her soul. And Beca adores her. Loves her. But she has struggled to keep up with just how much Chloe needs from her in return for all the love she gives Beca. Truth be told, it’s scared the shit out of Beca since the day they exchanged their first ‘I love yous.’ She had even prefaced her confession by saying she will probably mess it all up.

Fucking self-fulfilling prophecies.

“I’m going for a walk,” Chloe says as she pushes past Beca more physically than necessary. “Don’t be here when I get back.”

When the door slams behind her, Beca fights the urge to crumple onto their bed and weep. They’d just made love on it this morning and she thinks if she touches it, it may burn her flesh.

Instead, she grabs the bag Chloe threw onto it and starts stuffing clothes and toiletries into it. Her head pounds and her chest aches with the need to sob but she won’t give this tiny apartment, their first home together as a couple. She fills the bag until she can’t zip it and throws her laptop into its case to swing them both over her shoulder.

On her way out the door, she rips a photo of the two of them in front of their Christmas tree last year off the fridge—not to destroy it, but to stuff it into her bag.

She wonders if Chloe will even notice it’s gone.

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Beca takes the train into Manhattan. Brooklyn feels too small, too familiar. She wants the city to swallow her since the earth only pretended to. She doesn’t have a single New York-based contact in her phone except for the ramen house Chloe and she love and the main number for her office. She doesn’t particularly like her job and has made no effort to get to know anyone there.

In the future, she’ll realize this could be a theme in her life.

She ends up at a hotel by Union Square. She can’t afford it. It’s nearly $200 for the night and it goes on an already precariously charged-up credit card. She’ll move to a hostel tomorrow; tonight, she needs privacy and space and the freedom to have the breakdown she’s been staving off for the two hours it’s been since Chloe told her it was over and threw her out of their home.

Once she gets to her room, she drops her bags on the floor and immediately throws up.

It’s the longest night of Beca’s life.

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She doesn’t get the rest of her belongings back. She’s living in a hostel in a room she shares with five other people, at least one of which is new every night. She has to wait her turn to use the bathroom and to shower and most of the time, there’s no hot water.

The good thing, she supposes as she tries day after day to find a single good thing in her life, is that at $35 per day, she can actually afford her room and board and even feed herself twice a day and keep her phone bill paid.

Thank God for ubiquitous free WiFi.

But that one good thing, just keeping herself in room and board, doesn’t do anything to outweigh all the bad.

She hasn’t spoken to or heard from Chloe in two months. There was no final warning about coming to get her belongings or they’d be trashed. Chloe hasn’t checked in with her a single time.

Not that Beca’s reached out to Chloe either.

She’d thought escaping Brooklyn would help protect herself. Far from away all their usual haunts, she would be safer from the constant reminders of all the moments she and Chloe shared in the year-and-a-half they spent living together there.

Instead, she’s faced with bigger reminders in Manhattan. So many date nights spent there at restaurants and concert venues and theatres and sunset strolls through parks.

“Oh, my gosh, baby, this is so romantic, we have to take a selfie,” Chloe said as she grabbed Beca’s hands to spin them in a circle that almost had Beca tripping over her own feet. “Wait, no! Excuse me, sir?” Chloe asked a passerby. “Would you take our picture, please?”

“Sure,” he said as Chloe handed him her phone. “Tell me when.”

“Just take a bunch,” Chloe answered before Beca had even had a chance to weakly and pointlessly protest the impromptu photoshoot.

Then they were kissing on Gapstow Bridge with Central Park and the New York skyline behind them and Beca forgot why she would ever want to protest such a thing.

She can’t even walk through Times Square without her eyes pricking with tears at the memory of Chloe dragging Beca up the red stairs in the middle of a snowstorm to take a selfie at the top while they kissed wearing beanies and scarves and gloves.

The photo came out looking like they were in a snow globe and felt as magical as it looked. It’s saved in her favorites on her phone, but she refuses to let herself look through that album.

Even when she’s alone at night in a strange place that is her home but feels nothing like it, Chloe is everywhere. She can feel her phantom arms around her waist to pull Beca back against her to settle into sleep. In the shower, her hands travel over her body and she remembers all the times and all the ways Chloe has touched her here, and here, and here.

Alcohol doesn’t help, though Beca gives it her best shot.

It leads to her waking up in the beds of people whose names she only sometimes remembers.

A man she goes home with makes her leave when she won’t stop crying when he tries to touch her.

A woman she goes home with spends the night holding her. They even have sex, finally, in the early hours of the morning. But all Beca can think about is how it’s not right. How she isn’t Chloe and she doesn’t know how to touch Beca as Chloe does. It does nothing to help Beca forget or move on. In fact, it only makes her miss Chloe more.

She stops trying to escape into other people and goes back to drinking alone. It’s cheaper that way, too, which is a nice bonus. One bottle of whiskey runs her $40 which gives her far more drinks for her dollar compared to going to bars.

Eventually, she finds someone in need of a roommate through a coworker and she has a room to herself in Washington Heights. Her roommate is nice, a few years older than Beca, and works for the city’s child services department. She’s a good listener on the rare occasions Beca confides in her when her emotions become too much to take alone.

It turns into a relationship of convenience. They both acknowledge that’s what it is and that they’re setting themselves up for disaster if (when) it ends because someone (Beca) is going to have to move out when things become too messy.

But until that happens, it’s nice to feel at least somewhat normal again. She doesn’t feel like she’s ready to fall apart if someone looks at her the wrong way on the street.

She still thinks about Chloe at least once every minute when she’s conscious.

And usually, even when she’s not.

She knows she’s fixating. It’s too hard to not spend as much energy as she can berating herself for messing up and losing Chloe. It’s delicious torture to hate herself so much and replay the details of every moment of their relationship and pick out every time she fucked up and think about how she could have done it differently, how she would do it differently if she had the chance.

What’s most irritating of all is that there is no one singular cataclysmic event she can blame. It was her series of micro-aggressions, so seemingly small (to Beca), that piled up until replying to Chloe’s multi-scroll-long text message telling Beca that she needed more from her with “k” got her thrown out on the street.

And she knew—knows—she deserved it.

She wishes she could go back in time and slap herself and tell her to get her shit together before she loses the best thing to ever happen to her.

But she can’t. She keeps drinking and it’s never enough to forget Chloe.

Eventually, her behavior lands her out on her ass again, but this time, she expects it. What girl wants her not-girlfriend crying about her ex every time they have sex? At least there’s a discussion first and she’s allowed a couple of weeks to find a new place to live.

A year has passed since she fucked up her relationship with Chloe but, somehow, she’s managed to get her professional life into something resembling moderate success. She’s surprised when she downloads bank statements at the balance in her account to have when she goes apartment hunting. She’s done nothing but pay rent to her now-ex-roommate and buy what few things she’s needed to get by (mostly alcohol). She thinks she remembers an email from HR about a bonus or royalty payout around Christmas…?

It affords her the ability to get her own apartment, a one-bedroom in Harlem.

It also affords her the freedom to indulge in all her vices without someone passing judgment. She can drink herself to blackout. She can have anonymous sex. She can cry until she’s sick or lay on the floor and stare at the ceiling all night in a drug-and-alcohol-induced stupor. None of it really matters, anyway.

She fits right in with the people she’s finding herself forced to be around more often. She gets wasted with colleagues and A-listers under the guise of networking. She impresses men with her ability to out-drink them despite her stature. And if one of them offers cocaine? She can be the last one standing in the early hours of the morning.

She prides herself on her endurance, though not more than she prides herself on the fact that no matter how hammered she gets, not once has she drunk-dialed Chloe to beg forgiveness.

She hasn’t dialed her at all, for that matter.

She’s never apologized.

She wants to point out that showing up at her former apartment building when it’s dark and the streets are empty repeatedly pressing the buzzer for what used to be her apartment is not drunk-dialing nor drunk-texting.

“Hello?” Chloe’s voice crackles through the shitty speaker and Beca slumps against the wall next to the metal intercom at the sound of it. “Is anyone there? I swear if you kids are pulling this shit again, I’m calling the cops.”

Beca laughs to herself, memories of a group of teenagers that roams the neighborhood raising havoc of the relatively painless variety. Things like Ding Dong Ditch and hiding delivered packages from their recipients. It always infuriated Chloe and made Beca laugh and tell her to calm down, they’re just kids and they could be getting into much worse kinds of trouble.

She considers continuing to ring the buzzer just to keep Chloe on the line; it’s been so long since she’s heard her voice. Maybe she could just sleep on the building’s stoop?

She’s still thinking about it when she hears the familiar squeak of the door opening.

“Beca?”

She wonders if maybe she finally passed out to slip into dreamland because Chloe’s standing in front of her in plaid sleep shorts and Beca’s favorite vintage David Bowie tee.

“Hey, babe,” she slurs.

“What are you doing here?” Chloe takes half a step out of the door and starts to reach for her but stops short. “Are you drunk?”

“What if I am?” she says as she pushes herself away from the wall to stand upright again, though everything feels like it’s tilting. She points. “That’s my shirt.”

Chloe crosses her arms over her chest as if that will hide it. “I asked what you’re doing here.”

Beca has to think hard. She doesn’t remember how she got to Brooklyn. She doesn’t know what time it is. “I’m tired,” she answers. “I came home.”

“You don’t live here anymore.”

“I didn’t say I live here. I said I came home.” She tries to walk forward but trips and finds herself caught by Chloe before she hurts herself. “Cat-like reflexes,” she says with a chuckle before catching the scent of the laundry detergent and lotion Chloe always uses and the tears come out of nowhere.

She’s vaguely aware that Chloe’s helping her walk and it’s up the stairs and into the apartment they once shared, not out to the curb.

The last thought that passes through her mind as Chloe helps her into what was always Beca’s side of the bed is that even through her blurry vision she can see a picture on the refrigerator. A copy of the same photo she’d taken with her the day Chloe had thrown her out, placed in the exact place the original had been for so long.

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She wakes to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. Her head throbs but not too painfully; she rarely gets hungover these days. She knows where she is. She knows the feel of the bed, the softness of the sheets, the scent of breakfast and the sound of the quiet tings and thuds of cabinets opening and closing, of plates, mugs, spoons, and knives.

She doesn’t want to open her eyes. Maybe if she pretends to be asleep she could stay there all day without having to be embarrassed by her actions. She can just hold onto this unexpected return to a past life for a few more minutes before it’s ripped away from her again.

She starts when the sound of a mug being placed on the nightstand near her head comes unexpectedly.

“Morning,” Chloe’s quiet, husky morning voice whispers as she sits on the edge of the bed next to Beca.

Beca grimaces and pulls the covers up over her head. “No.”

“I have to go to work.” Beca didn’t even think about the fact that it was a weekday. Her own schedule doesn’t conform to the typical Monday-through-Friday model. “But I’m going to call out sick for the afternoon and come back at lunch.”

Beca slips the covers down until they’re under her chin. She knows she looks like shit but Chloe looks more beautiful than she remembers her.

“You can stay here until then. Help yourself to breakfast. We’ll talk when I get home, okay?”

Beca just nods, afraid that anything more than that will wake her from whatever dream she’s having. She feels Chloe’s hand on her leg, a brief touch before she’s leaving too soon.

Beca watches her gather her things and leave the apartment, locking it with her keys.

She knows she should go back to sleep. Sleep off the last bits of the drunkenness she can still feel swimming in her. But she’s been thrown back into her old life, her old home, and like so many mornings, Chloe’s just gone to work after making coffee for Beca.

Slowly, she sits up to take in her surroundings. The small studio looks much like she’s remembered it. There’s a lot more of Chloe in it now, though. More photos of her and friends Beca’s never met. The band posters Beca had insisted on putting up have been replaced with generic canvas prints from Target that feature the Eiffel Tower and a recreation of a poster for la tournée du Chat Noir avec Rodolphe Salis. It makes her smile; Chloe’s always had an obsession with Paris and it had only gotten worse after they went to Denmark—but not France—in college.

Driven by her roiling stomach she forces herself out of bed. When she stands, she has to do a double-take looking down at herself. She’s not wearing the clothes she’d left her apartment in yesterday. She’s not even wearing pants. Her legs are bare and she plucks at the shirt she’s wearing to see it’s one of her old concert tees.

A memory flashes of last night, of Chloe in the doorway wearing Beca’s shirt.

It makes her feel lightheaded and she reaches for the coffee Chloe’s left bedside before crossing the room to the kitchen. Everything’s still in the same place and it’s mindless yet spine-tingling to go through the motions of finding something to eat in that room just as she’s done countless times in the past.

She plops down at the small table that she once imagined proposing to Chloe over on a Sunday morning over a cozy winter brunch they prepared together and is about to dig into her bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch that Chloe miraculously has on-hand despite claiming to hate it when she freezes, spoon halfway to her mouth.

On the clothing rack in the middle of the room, the one they had to fight over for valuable space, hang all of Beca’s clothes she’d left behind when she was forced to flee.

Her chair screeches as she pushes it back to rush over and quickly flip through the blouses, pants, and dresses she hasn’t seen in more than a year. She tugs open the third and then fourth drawers of the dresser they shared to find them both still stuffed full of underwear, bras, socks, tank tops, shorts, and Beca’s beanies and gloves she’d really missed that winter. She drops to her knees and reaches under the bed to find the sharp plastic edge of a storage bin and pulls it out. All her shoes, still in their place.

If not for the changes in decor, she would believe she never left. Nothing has changed since her last morning with Chloe.

It’s overwhelming. Chloe had threatened to throw everything away if Beca never picked it up. Beca never did, but Chloe didn’t follow through.

Her head swims and her eyes prick with tears. She thinks she might be sick from the rush of emotions and adrenaline; Chloe hadn’t tossed their life in the trash even though she’d tossed Beca to the curb.

She isn’t sick, though. Instead, she strips off her shirt and crawls into the bathtub and turns on the shower to sit under the spray and cry.

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Beca’s heart races when she hears Chloe’s keys in the hallway seconds before they rattle in the lock. She watches the door open slowly, Chloe peeking in carefully until they find Beca sitting at the table.

“You’re awake,” she says as she enters with less care now that Beca’s not asleep. “Did you find something to eat? I brought lunch just in case.”

Beca’s eyes drop to the bag in Chloe’s hand; there are familiar round plastic take-out containers stacked in it and Beca doesn’t have to ask to know it’s from the ramen place they frequented. “I did, yeah.”

Chloe sets the bag on the table and Beca watches her take off and hang up her coat. When she turns back around, she pauses. “Oh.”

Beca wonders what she’s looking at until she realizes it’s Beca’s clothes. “You didn’t throw my stuff away.”

Chloe takes a break as though she’s about to speak but instead she sighs and says nothing in reply as she sits down in her chair to Beca’s left and starts unpacking the lunch she’s brought.

Beca catches her hand when it’s busy setting up soup and sides and Chloe’s entire body seems to flinch, but she doesn’t pull her hand away. “You didn’t throw me away, did you.”

Tears are welling in Chloe’s eyes when they meet Beca’s but she still doesn’t speak.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Beca rushes when she realizes she’s the one who has to do the talking. “But I do. Will you hear me out? Give me ten minutes. Five.”

“Okay,” Chloe says quietly as she pulls her hand back to resume passing out utensils.

Beca waits until she’s finished, until Chloe’s no longer distracting herself with busywork and her eyes land on Beca nervously so she can finally say, “I’m sorry, Chloe.”

The End

#bechloe #bechloe fic #bechloe fanfic #fanfic

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iamliberalartsgt · 4 years

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Hi! I’m Josette, and I’m a 4th year Public Policy Major and International Affairs Minor. I’ve loved my time at Tech for many reasons, but a big part is the location. Of course, COVID-19 has made it much harder to explore the city, so I often find myself reminiscing about my favorite places in Atlanta. Think of this as a list of things to look forward to once conditions are safe!

Things to do

There are tons of things to do in Atlanta when you’re not in class or doing homework. One of my absolute favorite spots is Piedmont Park. It’s the perfect place to take a walk, have a picnic, or enjoy a festival. BONUS PERK: In public policy we have a capstone course where we do research for a client. My client is the Piedmont Park Conservancy! Only in Atlanta 😊.

There are also some hidden spots around Midtown. For example, the Federal Reserve has a museum in its Atlanta branch just north of campus. I visited it last year, and it’s impressive. The whole thing is interactive, you can watch the money machines, and it’s free!

Just south of campus, there’s plenty to do as well. The Georgia Aquarium, World of Coke-Cola, Center for Civil and Human Rights, SkyView Ferris wheel, and Centennial Olympic Park are all about a 10-20 minute walk from my dorm. Some of them have great student discounts or are free on your birthday. Another bonus, the Center for Civil and Human Rights was my polling place, which made voting easy! I could walk there, vote, and be back at my dorm in half an hour.

If you’re adventurous, getting familiar with MARTA, Atlanta’s public transportation system, is a must. The light rail system can take you north to the High Museum of Arts and Lenox mall or south to the airport for easy flights home. There are two stations near Tech, Midtown and North Avenue stations, so you’re never too far. Plus, the Tech Trolley will take you to the Midtown station all day.

Caption: Enjoying the Midtown sign after a day at the High Museum of Art!

Events

Because Atlanta is a big city, there’s always events going on. Tech’s very own Student Center Programs Council puts on events all year. Some of my favorites are the GT Six Flags night, GT Night at the Georgia Aquarium, and the Homecoming concert (all of which have reduced ticket prices). There’s also a ton of concert venues near campus, and a lot of artists include Atlanta on their tours. If you’re into professional sports, Atlanta United, the Falcons, and the Hawks all play close to campus, and the Tech baseball team plays at the Braves stadium about once a year. Atlanta has also hosted big events like the Superbowl and the Olympic Marathon Qualifiers. Of course, there’s tons of festivals and parades too!

Places to Eat

If you’re a foodie, I have good news for you. Atlanta has delicious and authentic restaurants for all types of cuisine. You can always go to Tech Square and the surrounding area, which features cheap but tasty counter-service places. There’s also some great restaurants on the west side of campus, including a ramen shop, popular brunch spots, and gourmet ice cream. Walk south of campus, and you can visit Broad Street, the Atlanta business world’s lunch spot, with unique mom and pop counter-service places. If you or a friend have a car, you can venture out to Krog Street, Sweet Auburn, or Ponce City markets for trendy food and boutique shopping. For nights when you have a little extra time, I highly suggest making the 20-30 minute trip up to Buford highway for authentic foods from all over the world.

Caption: Watching the sunset from the Beltline near Ponce City Market during the annual Lantern Parade!

A note on Safety

You may be worried about the safety of a school in the center of a big city. But Georgia Tech’s campus is really insulated from the rest of Atlanta. The campus police department is friendly, approachable, and always around if you need help. Around finals season, they give tired students rides home from the library. Our blue light system means you can see an emergency call box from anywhere on campus. In my four years at Tech, I can’t remember a time I felt unsafe on campus. Off-campus, of course, be safe, travel in groups at night, and stay alert. But honestly, my experience has been really positive.

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cup-half-full-of-anxiety · 5 years

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Taron Fic - Working Title (Chapter Three)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Authers Note:

I promise a title will come soon, not sure why it has been so hard for me to come up with one for this. I’ll also be updating again in the next couple of days. I have chapter four done and since my family is going to be in town for the Thanksgiving holiday so I will be busy but I want to give you lovelies a little some some early.

A little Taron in this. More in the next chapter.

The next 4 days flew by with the wind. Eleanor had pouted when Adelaide first sat her down and told her she would be going away for work for a little while. It had been a year since she had had to travel for gigs. Most of the productions she had been lucky enough to be a part of were in California.

“I don’t want you to go” Eleanor’s lip quivered as she finally stood in front of her mom, saying goodbye at LAX. Adelaide knelt to her level.

“I know Little Bird but remember what I told you” She gave a squeeze to the teddy bear Eleanor was clutching, trying to get her to look at her. The toy she had made for her out of an old t-shirt before she was born held the little girl’s attention.

“You are going to stay with Gran for a few weeks and then you guys are going to come be with mommy” She reminded her.

“Why can’t I just come with you now?” Elea rubbed her eye sleepily; it was far too early for her liking.

“Because Darling, mommy has some adult things she needs to take care of before you come out” Adelaide kissed her forehead.

“I promise we will talk every day; we can facetime at night so I can read you a bedtime story. Then, before you know it you and Gran will be in London with me” She smiled reassuringly as she wiped the few tears from her daughter’s cheek.

Adelaide stood up to hug her mom.

“Thank you for everything”

“I’m always here for you my Little Bird” Margret gave her a tight squeeze.

She quickly checked her watch.

“I should get going” She said, giving one last hug to the two most important women in her life.

“You be good for your Gran” She kissed Eleanor one more time and headed to check-in.

Adelaide has made the flight from both LAX and Detroit Metro Airport to London more times then she can count but no matter how many times she did, her stomach would always end up in knots over the whole thought of flying over the ocean so once she was old enough to she took on her mother’s pre-flight ritual. 2 bloody Mary’s at the airport bar. Lucky for her all those flights also awarded her the luxury of having access to the Virgin Air upper-class lounge, she had herself tucked into a comfy chair in the corner of the lounge, drink on the table next to her and her laptop out going over files Tilly had emailed her in regards to the make-up department.

Mockups and ideas for the outfits for the productions. Digital renderings of how they wanted Taron to appear to age. He would start playing Elton at the age of 17 and into his early 40s. She jotted down her ideas for some of the looks that came across, she couldn’t help but laugh as she imagined Taron in some of the costumes.

She kept Tilly updated during her hour-long wait to board her flight. Tilly let her know that Matthew had announced to the crew yesterday that she had joined on to the production. She had to wonder if her name had gotten back to Taron, how he felt about her joining on but then Tilly told her that Taron had been gone for the week working on some last-minute stuff for the Robin Hood film he had coming out soon. She was almost relieved he didn’t know yet.

“Now boarding flight VS5178 Los Angeles to London-Heathrow Departing on time at 8:34”

Downing the last of her bonus third bloody Mary and feeling good, Adelaide packed away her laptop and made her way for the gate.

Just a little over 10 more hours and she would be back in her second home.

Tilly unsurprisingly showed up to Heathrow with a giant sign that read:

‘Welcome home from rehab

It works if you work it’

“I really should hate you” Adelaide laughed as she hugged her best friend a little tighter than necessary. She even received a few pats on the back and a thumbs up from a few random strangers that had read the sign.

“You should but you just can’t” Tilly smiled in return.

“Let’s get your shit and get out of this bloody zoo” She flung Adelaide’s carry on over her shoulder and began marching in the direction of the baggage claim.

After a game of real-life Tetris, all of Adelaide’s bags were packed into Tilly’s car. It was bad enough having to pack for a few months’ worth of life but also having to pack all her make-up and supplies she brought to every film she worked on made it even harder.

“I am so happy your Gran is bougie enough to have an elevator in her house. There was no way I was carrying any of this upstairs” Tilly joked as she slammed the trunk closed.

The 40-minute drive to her Gran’s home in Chelsea was filled with laughter and singing. No matter how long the two of them were apart, once they were back together it was like no time had passed.

The girls stopped off at Starbucks for some energy. They knew the adrenalin they were feeling from being reunited wouldn’t last long and neither of them was the perkiest of morning people. After 2 elevator trips, the bags were in and Adelaide and Tilly plopped down onto the plush couches.

“We have to go shopping” Tilly said as she adjusted herself on the couch, her legs dangling over the armrest, a throw pillow under her head.

“For what?” Adelaide asked as she laid in the same position on the oversized chair, sending a text to her mom.

Made it to Grans. Call me when you wake up <3 -A

It was only 1am in LA so she knew a reply wasn’t coming anytime soon.

“We need to get you an outfit for the cast and crew mixer this weekend”

“What are you talking about? We just brought up 6 suitcases, 4 of those are filled with clothes, shoes, bags and accessories and my personal make-up, thankfully I have extra work supplies here or I’d have another 2 bags. Why on earth would I need to go shopping?”

Tilly gave her a ‘duh’ look.

“Cause we need to go find the perfect outfit to show off those hot mom-curves you have now so we can get you and your man back together” She said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Adelaide sat up in the chair and looked at Tilly.

“Tilly that’s not why I am here. Would I be happy if it did? Yes, but I am here for Eleanor. I am here to finally tell Taron the truth. Outside of making money to support my daughter and our life, this is not for me.”

“And I respect that, but please let me just have one night to have my ‘Parent Trap moment’ as you put it the other day. You’re doing this whole thing for them. Let me do this part for you”

Adelaide gave her best friend a very annoyed mother look, but she gave in.

She throws her hands up.

“Fine”

How could she say no to shopping with her fashion-forward friend?

Giving in is how she found herself, 2-days later standing next to the bar of The Sky Garden in a peony-print long-sleeved mini dress, a black clutch in hand and a pair of black Jimmy Choo’s that helped show off her legs and bum, Tilly’s favorite of her physical attributes as she always made sure to remind her.

She was waiting for Tilly to make her way back from the restroom while she waited on their drinks. She messed with her naturally wild curls that now hung tamed just below her ears, her brown roots fading to blonde ends. Her makeup was flawless as always, eyebrows arched for the Gods’, the smoky green eye shadow matching the green in the flowers on her dress also brought out the green in her eyes. Her lips painted in a matte taupe color, she was not a conceded person, but she knew she was beautiful, she had worked hard for it and she took pride in making herself look good.

Having been at the party for close to an hour now, Adelaide had met a few members of her make-up team; everyone was so welcoming. She had been introduced to Jamie Bell and Brice Dallas Howard. She hadn’t seen Richard yet but him she knew from meeting through mutual friends in LA when she was first getting back onto the scene. They had kept in mild contact.

The venue for the party was incredible, the 38-story building showed a breathtaking view of the city. The Sky Garden took up 3 of those story’s, overlooking the River Thames. It was magical but the anxious feeling clawing at the back of Adelaide’s mind kept her from fully enjoying everything. She knew Taron could show up at any minute and she was trying to prepare herself for that.

“Hey Ladie” She jumped slightly when Tilly tapped her shoulder. She turned around, taking in Tilly and the man standing next to her that she knew from photos to be Dexter Fletcher the director.

“I wanted to introduce you to Dex before everything gets too crazy tonight” She laughed.

“Dex this is Adelaide DeFay, one of my oldest mates and the best make-up designer I know. Ladie, this is Dexter Fletcher our fearless leader”

“It is an honor to get to work with you Mr. Fletcher. I am a fan of your work” Adelaide put her hand out to shake.

“What’s this mister bit?” Dax asked in his gravelly voice “Mister is my old man, I’m just Dex here. It is lovely to meet you darling” He took her hand, giving a firm shake before pulling her into a hug.

His ringing cellphone pulled him away.

“Oh, it’s our leading man” Adelaide froze when Dexter looked at his phone, he was none the wiser. “If you’ll excuse me ladies. Must see what has the boy held up.” He said before answering the phone.

“T!” he greeted as he walked away.

“I need to go outside” Adelaide said quickly, grabbing her clutch and leaving Tilly and their drinks behind.

She stood looking over the side of the balcony, hands grasping the railing. She took in a deep breath in through her nose, holding for a 3 count and breathing out for a 5 count. She needed to get her thoughts under control. When it felt like her heart was beating at a normal rate she turned around, seeing Tilly had made her way out, sitting at one of the tables with their drinks.

“Figured you might need this” She said as she gestured to the forgotten Gin and Tonic.

“I think a joint might help more” she joked.

“Ohh a joint. It has been years since I smoked weed. I think it was back when you were working on Guardians, that lighting guy from California had it. Man, those were the good old days” Tilly reminisced.

“If we knew then what we know now”

They fell into a comfortable silence, but it only lasted a few moments. Sudden cheers from inside pulled their attention. Everyone began to gather, facing the elevators, blocking both Tilly and Adelaide’s view but neither of them needed to see to know what was going on.

Taron had arrived.

The panic rose again in Adelaide.

“I can’t do this” she said suddenly. She stood up, her eyes wildly looking around for a way to exit but unless she had a parachute stashed in her clutch the only exit was blocked by the exact reason she wanted to leave.

“I can’t do this” she repeated.

Tilly stood in front of her, one hand holding her shoulder, the other on her cheek making her look her in the eyes.

“Yes you can. Breathe with me”

Tilly had worked Adelaide through plenty of panic attacks over the course of their friendship, she was one of the only people that knew how to bring her back when everything else seemed too much. Her and one other person but for the past 5 years, that person has been the main cause of them.

“Breathe in 1-2-3, breathe out 1-2-3-4-5. Repeat. Breathe in 1-2-3, breathe out 1-2-3-4-5”

Tilly spoke softly

“Remember you are doing this for Eleanor”

“Breathe in 1-2-3, breathe out 1-2-3-4-5”

Her breathing finally leveled back out

“I don’t know what I would do without you” Adelaide finally felt like she could speak again.

She pecked Tilly’s lips

“Thank you”

“I am going to go in and get us both another drink” Tilly told her “Do you want to come in and get some food or are you fine out here?” She asked.

“I am going to wait out here” She answered but her attention had been pulled. Tilly watches as Adelaide’s eyes locked on Taron’s frame when he came into view. He was dressed so handsome in what looks like navy blue pants and blazer with a white button-up, the top few buttons were undone. He looked as amazing as ever.

Adelaide watched him as he weaved in and out of the crowd. She couldn’t help but smile as she watched him smile, listening intently to each person that he talked to. It was one of the characteristics she had fallen in love with. Taron knew just how to make someone feel like the center of the universe.

She gasped when his eyes suddenly swept the balcony as he moved to another group, he looked right at her for a moment then moved away, she turned away quickly before she saw him doubletake, but he shook his head.

Just another moment of wishful thinking on his part. 5 Years and he stilled looked for her face in the women around.

When Adelaide turned back, he had already moved on. Lost in the sea of people.

She jumped for the second time tonight from Tilly tapping her shoulder.

“Hey Frogger, need another?” Tilly teased

She thankfully accepted the drink.

Taron stood talking to Jamie and Richard for a moment. A drink hanging loosely in his hand. It had been a great night. He really was excited to get the ball rolling on filming. He had put so much work into this project already, he couldn’t wait to show the world, but he also wanted it to last forever.

“Croatia may be one of the most beautiful places I have gotten a chance to shoot” Richard added to their conversation.

“Ah I haven’t been there yet. Would love to vacation” Jamie said, “Didn’t you film some of Robin Hood there mate?” he asked Taron

“Yeah, it was bloody cold while we were there, but it was beautiful” he answered just before his attention was pulled away. He watched as a curly head of hair made its way through the crowd from the bar and out the revolving doors onto the balcony. It was the second time he had been drawn to her; he didn’t catch her face this time though.

“Oh no, blokes got eyes for the new head of make-up” Jamie joked as he nudged Richard and pointed out toward Adelaide.

Taron watched her walk up behind another woman, when the woman turned around to accept a drink from her, he saw that it was Tilly. He hadn’t bumped into her yet tonight. He was excited to be working with an old friend on a project that meant so much to him. It would make things more relaxing to have as many people he cared about around him.

“Oh yeah, that’s Adelaide. She just signed on a few days ago” Richard filled in the blank and Taron’s blood ran cold.

“Adelaide?” he asked, his voice sounding miles away.

“Yeah, Adelaide DeFay. She’s an amazing make-up artist. You should introduce your self at some point tonight” Richard said.

“Yeah. Introduce myself. Ha” Taron mumbled as he walked away from the guys, his body on autopilot as he made his way to the balcony.

Richard and Jamie were left puzzled.

Tilly’s smile dropped as she looked over Adelaide’s shoulder, Taron stepped out of the revolving door onto the balcony, his face as if he just saw a ghost.

“Doll?”

Tilly moved like lightning, grabbing Adelaide’s glass as it slipped from her hand at the sound of his voice.

“Is...is that you?”

Chapter 4

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todaysbiggesthits · 4 years

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The Exam

Best Music Moment of 2019

BC: Three straight hours of this

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in my Chapman Ryder Cup match with Code -The Robert M. Chennault Playlist in my Ryder Cup match with Laser -Vampire Weekend's "M79" with Parks and Rec theme interlude in Pawnee Peytonville with my babe -Late night music game with JD and Chaps this Fall -My kids competing for best air guitar solo to Daft Punk's "Digital Love" -The Stones soundtracking Raceday morning with Counterfeit Kenny and the Kennel Boys

Codem: -Picking up the keys after closing on #our house and listening to Arden's dreams for the pad while listening to the songs that brought us together in the first place. -Perched in the balcony of Park West watching Chromatics live and in person. -The Chapman format playlist that Brendon and I put together. It was just one song on repeat. Xtal - Aphex Twin -Plugging in my klipsch's for the first time in the new house to listen to elliott smith on the day of his death. the sound of his discography wafting throughout the whole house was a true delight.

Bronco: My 6-year-old discovering Green Day. My 9-year-old discovering Metallica. Both discoveries have awakened something in them that is hilarious and awesome to behold. And seeing Tool was pretty flaming awesome.

JD: March: Realizing I’d never heard this Stones song, nodding along to the opening riff, and exploding into my biggest laugh of the year at the first line.

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June: The Joni Mitchell performance in the Rolling Thunder Review documentary on Netflix. June: Catching the Thom Yorke Anima short film at the IMAX theater on the Upper West Side. July: Code and I getting a perfect 99 score on the greatest rendition of “Emotional Rescue” karaoke you’ll ever see. October: Playing the music game WAY too deep into the night with BC and Chap (look for the next day’s hangover on my worst moments list).

Chap: Patrick Stickles singing "I'm sorry dad no I'm not making this up" to his dad in the audience.

Nasty: Listening to music at BOB. Nothing but jams that whole weekend. Driving in with Laser - GOOGLE MUSIC JAMS. Trip to the casino - JAMS. Hanging out on the deck - JAMS. Driving to the course with Blazer Black - Fuck Buttons - Sweet Love for Planet Earth aka JAMS. In the cart with Code - JAMS. Driving Chappy and Sfreddo to the rental car - JAMS (but quietly).

Larse: Greta Thunberg speech dubbed to metal

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Best Shows Seent in 2019

Nasty: The Killers @ Summerfest. Hot Fuss will always be an all-time favorite album and Mr. Brightside is the best pop song of our lifetime, IMO. Also, my wife loves them which is about the only band in middle of the venn diagram.

Larse: The Lonely Island at Summerfest

BC: Dead & Company

JD: 1. The Rapture at Music Hall of Williamsburg 2. Viagra Boys at Bowery Ballroom 3. The Strokes and Parkay Boys at the All Points East fest in London with drunk lads screaming along to the guitar parts 4. B Boys at Union Pool 5. Titus Andronicus at Bowery Ballroom 6. Avey Tare at Market Hotel 7. Tame Impala at MSG 8. Weeping Icon at Elsewhere 9. Priests at Elsewhere

Code: interpol - chicago theater illuminati hotties - hideout it looks sad - subT downstairs robyn - riviera steve malkmus - art institute eleventh dream day - hideout colleen green - sleeping village swearin' - lincoln hall surf curse - subT shura - the bottle

Chap: TA was the only show I saw. It was great!

Bronco: All of them. They were each great in their own way. Aside from Tool I was able to interact with the band members at each of the shows. One I didn't have a ticket for and scored one at the door. One was in the tiniest venue I've seen a show at. One had a surprisingly entertaining opening act. And Tool surprised me with how much I enjoyed an arena show despite being so far away I couldn't see the facial features of the band members. And there was SOOOOOOO much weed being smoked in the Garden that night. And I was with a few good buddies. And I was able to sell my fourth ticket for twice what I paid, simulatenously covering me and my fourth friend who had to bail because his life sucks because his wife sucks.

Confession of 2019

Nasty: I consume more music at my cushy, suburban OrangeTheory workout classes than in my own free time. S/O to Coach Vanessa for having some Girl Talk on her playlists.

Codem: i had more fun listening to stuff that i already knew about than stuff that was coming out.

BC: I saw a Yacht Rock cover band and didn't hate it -I succumbed to social pressure and saw DMB -I didn't realize until the last minute that my favorite album was released in 2018 (Wild Nothing). Removing it greatly reduced my loyalty to my list.

Bronco: I'm losing my edge. I enjoyed way more lady singer bands this year than in any other year.

Chap: Couldn't get my shit together on the tracks list so just posted a random playlist

Larse: Not really a confession but more of a TIL (today I learned), but Raphael Saadiq was an original member of Tony! Toni! Tone!

Biggest Disappointment of 2019

Bin: The National @ Summerfest. From the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel "the frontman was completely detached, even confessing at one point that he was excited to get back home to his family. The result was an incredibly depressing show — which, given the band's dour songs, is really saying something." ... Huge Bummer.

BC: Didn't see nearly enough shows with nearly enough of yous

Chap: Sturgill Simpson... unlistenable!

Bronco: Baroness.

Laser: Modest Mouse opening for The Black Keys

Code: i was really messed up by dave berman's passing. i had tickets to see him play at the end of august. it was going to be my first catching him live and in concert. i had waited for this moment since i picked up american water back in 2003. two weeks before he was supposed to come through town, he up and died. also, much less of a bummer, the chromatics show in miami that Arden and i were going to attend got canceled two days before the show.

Most Overrated of 2019

Nasty: Kanye's shoes

Chap: LEGACY! LEGACY! – Jamila Woods seems to have been highly regarded? Not my thing

BC: FKA Twigs

Bronco: Baroness.

JD: Big Thief

Code: cancel culture

Larse: Mayor Pete

Make it Stop 2019

Chap: In my house, the Nutcracker Suite. It's great, until the 300th time that day.

Nasty: Cage the Elephant (but children, instead of elephant, and in real life, not the band)

BC: Lizzo

Code: lizzo

JD: Memes

Larse: Trump

Bronco: News

Biggest TBH Regret of 2019

Chap: Can't seem to get to more than one show per year; Jessica Pratt in a church by my old place

JD: Missin’ dat Pratt yet Nick!

BC: Should've listened to the Kanye album. Should've spent more time with the Deerhunter record.

Rotty: Skipping CHVRCHES at Summerfest

Code: another year with no fog party

Nasty: Not going to Indy 500. lol jk.

Bronco: I didn't buy tickets to a few shows I would've liked to have seen. One of them I went to the venue and didn't get in. That bummed me out, but I crossed the street and had a few beers by myself for good measure, so it wasn't a total loss.

Detective Murtaugh of 2019

JD: Everything.

Bronco: Shows that don't start until 10pm. That Girl Band show nearly wrecked me.

Chap: How much I loved Bruce Springsteen's adult contemporary western-themed old-man album.

BC: The ten seconds I lasted with 1000 GECS

Nasty: For the life of me - I cannot figure out how to operate the "play next" queue on these apps.

Laser: Lizzo at Summerfest - lot of younglings running around; people were racist towards Lizzo's security guards, she vowed not to come back to MKE, one of the most segregated cities in America :(

Resolution for 2019 Status

Laser: — How It Went: Who can even remember this shit...I'm sure it was that I'd do better at keeping track or listen to more shit people suggest and I'm sure I failed.

BC: Listen to one new album a week; reboot the Classic Album Review Club How It Went: Noooot toooo gooooood

Code: catch ovlov, pictureplane, washer, chromatics, EMA and colleen green live this year. How It Went: i saw chromatics and colleen green. last i checked .400 gets you into cooperstown.

JD: Greater consciousness of how I’m using my attention - an ineffectual and meaningless protest of the ways the world is burning down in pursuit of it. How It Went: Not bad! I especially nailed the “ineffectual and meaningless” part.

Chap: Learn Piano; Guilt Joe Dons into finally inviting me to a concert. How It Went: Learned some piano but got to busy for it... Couldn't guilt JD to invite me anywhere but I DID invite him to a show! The same one I went to! With him!

Bronco: Read more 'classic’ books. I didn’t read many of them, even in school (especially in school? Never could read a book I was told to read). But I’m leaning in the sci-fi direction of 'classics’. I just read Dune this summer, and wrapped up Fahrenheit 451 the other day. I’m feeling an unexplained need to beef up my nerd credentials and this seems the way to accomplish it. How It Went: Nope. Fell back in to zombie-apocalypse genre series that I've been reading for a while. But I am currently reading arch-nerd Neal Stephenson's "Fall; or, Dodge in Hell". It's almost 900 pages, I feel like I've been reading for months now, and because I'm a stupidly slow reader, I read only before going to bed, and can only make it 10 minutes before falling asleep and hitting myself in the face with my phone, I'm only 25% of the way through. But man is it painting a creepy yet eerily plausible scene of the near future. Guy just knows how to write.

Nasty: Hope last year I was smart enough to leave this blank. (editor’s note: [removes shoes, pets cat, puts on slippers, retires to favorite easy chair, sips martini, slowly pulls reading glasses out of cardigan pocket, dusts them off, loads todaysbiggesthits.tumblr.com, scrolls to ‘Resolution for 2019’] “Nasty: I’m sticking with it - get to NY for a show with JD.”)

Resolution for 2020

BC: See Phish in 2020

Codem: i'm making it easier this year. catch ovlov, washer, EMA and colleen green live this year. bonus points: see dom's much anticipated return to the stage.

Bronco: Build a vinyl collection. I know I dumped on Brendon for suggesting he press copies of Carpet Affair, but my kid's getting way into music and listening to it on his own (via Alexa in my bedroom which is super fucking annoying), so we're getting him his own record player and I think it's going to be a cool activity to go record store diving for whatever classics we can scrounge up.

JD: Get to more shows. Take more aimless strolls spinning tunes.

Bin: Send an email about music on the TBH! thread.

Larse: None

Chap: Eh I'm cool

Most Anticipated of 2020

Code: my man dom said that he is coming back to the world this year. i have to believe that he'll keep his word. i'm thinking 2020 is going to be the year for chromatics' Tommy.

Chap: TWOD, Perfume Genius, Jason Isbell

BC: Huey Lewis and the News, Tame Impala, Run the Jewels

Bronco: Kvelertak and Mastodon, maybe some surprise extra Tool material?

JD: Working Men’s Club

Nasty: Spotify getting Jay-Z's catalog back.

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A Night at the Ballet

To: @soliloquy-of-nemo

From: @teyriantimelord10

My Romanogers Secret Santa gift for @soliloquy-of-nemo, who asked for a ballet!AU in which Natasha is a Prima Ballerina, Tony is her patron, and Steve is Tony’s lawyer. Enjoy!

A Night at the Ballet

“You have to come out with us,” Tony practically begged. “These are the best seats in the whole theater and you’ve been killing yourself for months over this case. Consider it a Christmas bonus!”

“I can’t, Tony. I have too much work to do for the next hearing,” Steve replied bluntly as he finished putting the rest of his files back in their correct folders.

“Come out with us tomorrow night or you’re fired.”

Steve slammed his briefcase shut and gave Tony a death glare that they both knew could break a hostile witness in half, but the billionaire only took a sip of his whiskey and smirked back. The Rogers Law Firm had been partnered with Stark Industries since before either of them were born, but this was not the first time the CEO had threatened to find new legal council if his favorite lawyer didn’t lighten up. After a few minutes of staring each other down from across the desk, Steve finally sighed in defeat.

“Fine,” he relented. “I will come out with you for one night, but then you have to promise you’ll let me keep my head down and get work done until Christmas.”

Tony grinned.

“Scouts honor.”

***

Steve never really felt comfortable wearing a suit, which was one of the greater ironies in his life. They felt too tight, too constricting, too immobilizing. Though the discomfort kept him on edge, it also kept him sharp and driven. The sooner he finished up in court or at the office the sooner he could get to the boxing gym where he really belonged. His idea of a fun and a relaxing night usually entailed old t-shirts and well-worn sweatpants… not an evening affair that required a tuxedo. As the car Tony had sent for him pulled up to the theater, the man himself was already waiting for him at the front steps with Pepper on his arm. They were both exquisitely dressed and, unlike Steve, appeared to be at total ease.

“Good to see you, Rogers,” Tony greeted. “You know, Pepper and I were beginning to wonder if you would actually show up or if I’d need to start headhunting some fresh meat.”

“We’re very happy you’re joining us,” Pepper corrected, subtly elbowing her fiance in the ribs in a futile attempt to remind him to behave. “Tony has been a patron of the New York City Ballet and several of its principal dancers for many years now.”

“It’s just to make sure we get the good seats,” he said with a smirk.

Though Steve didn’t actually see it happen, he was pretty sure Pepper stepped on Tony’s foot, and he couldn’t help but grin. There was an art form to keeping a Stark in line and Ms. Potts was a master craftswoman. As promised, they certainly secured the best seats in the house. Not only did the three of them have the centermost orchestra seats, but every row in front of them was completely empty, even though the rest of the theater was packed as tightly as the venue would allow. He wondered if Tony had bought all those empty seats just to keep his line of sight open, or if he simply gave the dance company so much money every year that they simply did it out of courtesy. Whatever the case, Steve couldn’t deny that if ever there was a time to be dragged to his first ballet performance, this was it.

“Have you ever seen Balanchine’s The Nutcracker?” Pepper asked from across Tony as they settled in.

Before he could answer, the lights dimmed and preemptive applause rolled down from around them. The stage came alive with dancers of all shapes and sizes, in colorful costumes and ranging movements that made Steve’s head spin but also captured his every attention. It only took a few songs for him to understand why his best client loved the company so much, with each dancer portraying a mastery of the human body that almost seemed impossible, most of all during the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy (he checked the program to make sure of the name). The redheaded woman who played the titular role was breathtaking to say the least. Poise and grace seemed to ebb from every inch of her with every twist and turn. She jumped and twirled and stepped all over the stage without a single hair falling from place or her enchanting smile dropping even for a second. Everything about her took his breath away, and Tony noticed.

“Natasha Romanoff,” he whispered in Steve’s ear. “I saw her perform in Moscow with the Bolshoi three years ago and paid for her to transfer to New York. Best of the best; legs for days and nothing but charm.”

Steve didn’t reply. At least, not until the dance was over and there was no risk of him missing a single second of her performance.

“I don’t know what you paid, but she’s worth it,” he finally answered after the applause died down, his own hands probably the last pair still clapping.

Even through the dim lighting, Steve noticed a certain spark suddenly illuminate Tony’s eyes and the man quickly took out his phone to send a few texts. That could only mean trouble

***

“Ah, Ms. Romanoff!” Tony called with a wave that had Steve whipping around in his chair.

Sure enough, walking through the restaurant coming toward them was the gorgeous ballerina they had just seen on stage two hours ago. Though wearing a reasonably casual black dress and face washed clean of the heavy stage makeup, she still looked exquisite. Steve, Tony, and Pepper all rose from their seats as the waiter brought over a fourth chair without being asked. She shook her patron’s hand cordially and hugged Pepper like a friend before turning to Steve.

“Natasha, this is Steve Rogers. His law firm is the exclusive legal partner of Stark Industries and he is the best of the best,” Tony introduced.

Without breaking eye contact with the dancer, he slyly turned up one corner of his lip in Steve’s direction and he felt the tips of his ears flush. No. No, no, there was no way Stark could set him up with a prima ballerina from the Bolshoi. Right? The woman turned her attention to Steve and he hoped she couldn’t see the nerves ready to burst and explode all over Tony.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she said steadily in surprisingly flawless American accent. “Mr. Stark has told me a lot about you in the last few hours.”

“The pleasure’s mine, ma’am,” Steve replied as calmly as he could, even as he saw Pepper and Tony exchange smug glances on the other side of the table.

As they all settled back into their seats and the waiter poured Ms. Romanoff a glass of wine, Steve tried to think of any conversation topics that could even remotely ingratiate him with the woman sitting to his right. She and Pepper began chatting almost immediately, discussing Ms. Potts’ latest news from the Stark Industries and new programing coming up in the ballet. He appreciated that Tony always had his best interest in mind, but this was a little extreme, and more than a little outside his comfort zone. His history with women had not been impressive to say the least. With the exception of a British woman he met in law school who ultimately moved back home after graduation, every girl he tried to go out with either only cared about the superficial or became completely disinterested after the first date. How Tony possibly thought he could hit it off with one of the most accomplished dancers in the New York City Ballet was a total mystery.

“Tony, I could really use some air. Will you take a walk with me?” Pepper suddenly asked, bringing the conversation to a halt.

“Of course,” he answered, and winked at Steve as soon as he was out of Ms. Romanoff’s line of sight.

The following few seconds of awkward silence were suffocating.

“Mr. Stark says you’re one hell of a lawyer,” she finally said. “And that you aren’t afraid to argue with him when you think something the company has done is unethical.”

Her voice was so soft and smooth, mirroring the way she moved on stage. Steve tapped his left foot anxiously.

“I got into the field to help people. I’ve known Tony since we were kids but I’m not going to let him take advantage of anyone else’s work.”

Ms. Romanoff cocked her head with a smile before taking a sip of her wine.

“You have conviction… I like that,” she hummed. “Most lawyers I’ve been set up with will do anything for a dollar.”

Steve felt all the blood drain from his face. God damnit, Tony! He told her this was a date?! He was going to kill him. Kill him and make it look like an accident. She must have obviously noticed his distress, because she let out a laugh and draped a hand over his shoulder.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Steve. Pepper explained that this wasn’t your idea. I was interested in meeting the man who isn’t afraid to talk back to Tony Stark.”

Something about her touch and her laugh melted the tension from his shoulders. Despite the awkwardness Tony had imposed on the situation, he suddenly felt very at ease.

“Ms. Romanoff, I-”

“Please, call me Natasha.”

***

Steve let out a silent sigh of relief that he was the first one to wake up, because the sight before him when he opened his eyes was a vision he wouldn’t trade for the world. Morning light poured into his bedroom from the half-open blinds over the windows, casting golden stripes over Natasha’s sleeping form. Her hair looked like shined copper where it was splayed over the pillowcase, contrasting sharply with the deep blue of the sheets that were tucked around her abdomen. She was still on her side, allowing him to see the expanse of her skin and delicate features of her face bathed in the morning glow. Her expression could only be described as serene. He propped himself up on one elbow to get a better look at the woman next to him. A part of him said he should have felt embarrassed or ashamed. His whole life, he’d been nothing but respectful and patient, never having the wherewithal or inclination to bring a girl home after the first date. But the voice of dissent soon fell silent as Natasha began to stir. The moment was too… too right. Too perfect to spoil with past expectations.

“Good morning, handsome,” she murmured without opening her eyes, her hand still gently finding his cheek. “No regrets this morning, I hope?”

Steve leaned over and planted a kiss on her forehead as her eyelids fluttered open. God, he loved her eyes.

“Not a single one,” he whispered back.

Natasha sat up and smiled, pulling the sheets a little higher up over her chest and she settled against the headboard. Steve decided right then he’d do absolutely anything to see that smile again and again.

“Good, then you can make me breakfast,” she said with a playful smirk and gave him a light push toward the edge of the bed. “Nothing too heavy, I to be at rehearsal in two hours.”

Steve walked around the bed, messily pulling on his pants as he went, to the other side where Natasha still resided comfortably. He kissed her once more, this time on her lips with a deepness he hoped resonated with her as much as it did for him.

Just this one time, he owed Tony a thank you note.

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Unique Places to Get Married in Maryland - A Guide

One of the hardest things to do when planning your special day is to spend hours scouring the internet looking for a unique, classy, and un-used location for your wedding. I've spent the past two days in searching for that oh so elusive perfect spot. I'm going to save you all the trouble I went through and compile all the spots I found through obscure Google searches and message boards and put these locations in one place. Welcome to your one stop shop for unique wedding locations all over Maryland. For your convince I've put them into genre such as "Castle Theme", "Relaxed Theme", etc. so if you're really in a knot, you don't have to spend your whole day looking when you could be finding the perfect pair of shoes to go with your dress. Here we go:

Castles:

Cloisters Castle: This private home that was commissioned and completed in a twenty seven year span screams with uniqueness. From the exterior built of Butler gold and gray stone, gables taken from a medieval house in France as well as medallions from a 16th century Venetian home, it's a work of architectural brilliance. Located in Luthersville, MD this venue is surrounded by sixty acres of trees and a lovely garden. Its insides are furnished with authentic medieval pieces and antique furniture. The fireplace was even commissioned to be built from an antique chest carved with Renaissance figures. Famously, it was the site of actor Will Smith's and Jada Pinkett's wedding in 1998 but that hasn't put a damper on the delightful and unforgettable atmosphere the house creates. Either the outside or the inside can be made available and there is only one event per day, allowing your day to be uninterrupted in its magic. The fee for rental allows for up to ten hours on the grounds and more time can negotiated through the contract via an extra hour's fee. The venue comfortably fits 175 guests and as a bonus the staff acts as your wedding planner directing set-up, timing, and valet parking.

Maryvale Castle : Functioning as a preparatory school, Maryvale Castle boasts huge grounds complete with wedding chapel if the bride doesn't envision herself walking down the castle's much talked of grand winding staircase. Built in 1917 in Greenspring Valley, MD, this treasure houses an oak-paneled Great Hall, a solarium, and a bridal suite. A stone manor house sweeping off in both directions takes its influences from Warwick Castle in England with its Gothic arched windows, port cochere, and imposing gray towers. A rental agreement includes four hours of time which includes the rehearsal time and full use of the property. However, because it is still a working school, hours on the weekdays are more restricted than weekends. With an indoor guest capacity of 125 people and an outdoor capacity of 200, this venue is worth the strict appointment-only tour.

Mansions:

Montpelier Mansion: A mansion straight out of a Jane Austin piece, this brick Georgian structure sits on seventy acres of land flanked by dogwood trees. Built between 1781 and 1785 this national historic landmark is open to the public for tours and festivities and once housed George Washington and his wife Martha. It is also home to an uncommonly found 18th century summer house which is beautifully preserved. The maximum capacity inside and outside is somewhat small, eighty-five guests total, but the unique floor plan with crown molding and period furniture lends itself to an opulent and old-fashioned charm all its own. For people set on a Sunday wedding this venue isn't for you as they don't allow rentals on Sundays, however, having free reign over this delicate place is well worth the date change. Located in Laurell this mansion radiates country elegance akin to many a bride's favorite novel, complete with circular stone driveway.

Glenveiw Mansion: Situated in Rockville, MD as part of a Rockville Civic Center Park the house is within the neoclassical tradition sporting pillars and an infinite number of beautiful black shuttered windows looking out over the lawn. The dining room is veiled in class and luxury as are its floor-to-ceiling dark paneled wooden walls and long oval windows. The conservatory shines with old-fashioned chandeliers whose light bounces off the Italian green marble floors. The rest of the house is touched with intricate details pertaining to the period in which it was first built housing a number of turn of the century, one- of- a- kind antiques sure to make any wedding memorable. Maximum capacity for this venue is 225 guests and amount charged allows for two hours of set-up and one hour of clean-up. Some strict drawbacks to possible brides are the impossibilities of seated dining, no cooking allowed on-site, and no red-dyed beverages of any kind.

Stronghold Mansion: On top of Sugarloaf Mountain in Dickerson, MD the completely white mansion with pillars and latticed widow's peak lends itself to the country simplicity surrounding it. The straight lawns emphasize the well designed rock walls that glide around the property housing a variety of elegant but simple flora and fauna normally seen in a country garden. The shimmering, circular lake to the side of the house has large willow trees surrounding it and making a path towards the house itself where the architecture inside matches the outside in its refined gentile decor. A standard contract allows for 7 hours and includes set-up and clean-up times. . Additional hours can be negotiated. Maximum number of guests in attendance is 200 and the rental includes 40 by 57 inch tent over the patio and can be added on to encompass the lake area as well. Parking is limited as there are only 85 spots available and clearly marked by the owners , small shuttle buses are permitted.

Liriodendron Mansion: An 1898 ornate masterpiece encompassed by a landscape dripping with flowers, this antique summer home in Harford County leaves nothing unchecked in your imagination. Whether it's the Grecian old-world architecture built around intricate carvings, urns of flowers and stone pillars, or the wisteria vines that form a canopy over the porch for a otherworldly rehearsal dinner, the house is awash in magic all its own. The Palladian styled mansion reminds guests of a fairyland surrounded by woods and fountains with a variety of romantic stone sculptures throughout the grounds. Maximum capacity is 150 guests outside, 100 guests inside with seating and there are plenty of guests parking. The renter has a choice of 6.5 hrs on weekdays where as on weekends they must choose between both rental times and party times in a wide selection of choices. Wedding rehearsals are extra payment as well as table and chair rental fees, but this is no different from most other venues.

Tudor Place: This home to Martha Washington's late granddaughter, Martha Custic Peter, is bursting at the seams with rich history and warm, comfortable elegance. The house itself was built in 1805 by Dr. William Thorton who was also famous for building the first United States Capital and The Octagon building in Washington, DC. Inside the house there are over one hundred objects belonging to George and Martha Washington and it's all been documented in an archived collection of letters, diaries, books, and photographs. As far as guests, the mansion can hold up to 35 guests for a wedding ceremony and for parties over 35 guests they must pay extra. This venue is for ceremonies only and the reservation includes an hour block of time for that ceremony. They also have their own on sight photography for a fee.

Ceresville Mansion: With a variety of ceremony options to suit any bride as well as an in-house consultant to coordinate everything smoothly, this Mansion comes with superior services. Whether the perfect wedding uses their white Grecian Pergola surrounded by dogwoods in bloom, or the terrace climbing with Ivy and backlit with candles shimmering over the reflecting lily pool, it will be something to remember. The white and black sweeping Cape Cod style home was built in 1888 alongside rivers, hillsides, and a ten acre meadow also open for events. Much of the original architecture as well as the antique furniture and fireplace are still the same as 1888. This venue has everything covered in the rental fee from seven hours of event coordination to all the outside details a catering company would normally provide like linens and a dance floor. Every Thursday evening they also offer an unusual wedding discount for those on a budget and cut the price nearly in half for the same services as a Friday or Saturday wedding event. The venue can provide for up to 200 guests and also gives a complimentary list of Food and Beverage minimum pricing so it is free of confusion and out of the way.

Inns and Taverns: Flower Wall Rental Los Angeles

Slades Inn and Tavern: A Victorian dream painted in lively light blues and dark blues, this Inn sets itself apart with two matching circular turrets, high brick chimneys and a white wrap-around porch that Anne of Green Gables would envy. The laid-back romantic space is in Fredrick, MD a few minutes away from Baltimore. The land is dappled with greenery and horses while the exciting night-life and history of the city are in close proximity. Enjoy an easy day as all the guests are accommodated with places to stay after the reception and perhaps even stay past the ceremony for a honeymoon to enjoy hot air ballooning or a carriage tour. From beginning to end of that extraordinary day, Slade's takes care of everything from "his and hers" massages, bridal party hair and makeup sessions, as well as brunches and teas. Indoor buffet seating is for 100 guests whereas larger parties can be accommodated with tents for seated dinners and dancing for up to 150. Once the party is over, guests too busy having fun can tumble up to their rooms leaving the bride and groom clear and free of worry.

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(1/11)Oh my gosh yesss I'm glad that you like long messages too because I talk way too much 😂 (And yeah about my friend and just hanging out w/ her more that's exactly what I was thinking 😂) It's actually kind of funny bc just yesterday I was hanging out at her house and her younger brother needed to go to Walmart and I was like 'I've been meaning to go to Walmart, I'll take you' and ofc since I have a bluetooth radio adapter the whole drive I had my Spotify going with some quality k-bops, lol

2)And as we were driving I noticed him kind of jamming and I was like 'Oh my god Mickey do you actually like this???' And he was Like 'yeah, these are some good bops 👍' I was shooketh. I had to go home before I had the chance to show him any music videos but he says he's open to watching some with me next time I see him. One way or another I'm going to turn someone in my social circle into a kpop fan you mark my words ☝ and then maybe we can team up and try to work on his sister some more 😂

3)I only started first getting into kpop last June so I'm still very new, but it's definitely super frustrating how so many ppl act like it's an inherently bad or cringey genre of music just bc it's kpop! The stigma is ridiculous! I also started out with BTS (lol) and since they're pretty popular in the US at least I was able to be like 'See, this isn't just a niche thing, lots of people know abt and like this group' but of course my dad still says 'Just cause it's popular doesn't make it good'

4)And I'm like? You're a band teacher, you of all people should understand that music doesn't have to be in your native language (or even have lyrics) in order for you to enjoy it, but go off I guess... It's the same with one of my college friends. They make fun of me for liking kpop but this is coming from some who still treats March 22nd (the day My Chemical Romance broke up) as a day of mourning. Like, no tea no shade no pink lemonade, MCR was a good band nothing wrong with liking them.

5)But like if you're 22 and you still haven't grown out of your emo phase do you really have room to pick on other people for their music taste? 🤷 Anyway that's the person who follows my main that I didn't want to know I had a kpop sb. I think I made it around July. Tbh it was pretty dead for most of 2018. But like I said I've started using it way more since I recently revealed that it exists, lol. Especially since that good good Astro cb 👏💗😩 But honestly Astro is such a blessing

6)Idk how I lived so long w/o them. When I first got into kpop I was planning on just sticking to BTS since the reaction to me being into kpop was so volatile. I was like 'I'm only into one group, ppl already are negative about me liking kpop so I'm just gonna stick to this and not become a full on multifandom fan' and then in Nov I accidentally let myself fall in love with Monsta X and that plan was foiled. And realizing I wasn't gonna be able to stick to just one anymore opened the floodgates

7)And I was like okay in that case, let's just start getting into *all groups* Lol. My story of getting into Astro was actually bc of my best friend's roommate (can you tell I have like one friend and my whole social circle kinda revolves around her? Lol) so this roommate when she heard me being sad about having no kpop friends was like 'oh hey, I'm kinda into kpop' and it turns out she didn't like very many groups and was one of the ppl who blah blah BTS is overrated, which ya know isn't ideal8)But I was just really desperate to have someone to talk about kpop with. And Astro was her favorite so I was like, okay I'll get into them so that I have something to talk about with her! So I started watching some videos and I fell in love with them pretty much instantly! And I was real excited bc #1 now I can talk about kpop with someone! And #2 this group is actually amazing? Bonus! ... And then they got in a big fight about their living conditions and the roommate ended up moving out RIP

9)So that didn't work out, lol (Your story about finding them during that internship sounds amazing though! Haha) But yeah, so this is my first cb too! And although I love them w/ my whole heart and would have loved to have them in my life even sooner what an amazing cb to be your first! The concept was wonderful, the album was excellent, the visuals were to *die* for. They worked so hard and I'm so proud of them and I'm so happy we got to see their work come to fruition and get them a win 🤧🤧

10)The dance practices though? You're so right omg 💗 Me and my Rocky bias *fully* understand 😂 All of them are such good dancers?? I never fail to be impressed. Of course you know who I always end up watching tho 👀 lol (̶i̶f̶ ̶I̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶h̶a̶l̶f̶ ̶a̶s̶ ̶p̶r̶e̶t̶t̶y̶ ̶a̶s̶ ̶R̶o̶c̶k̶y̶'̶s̶ ̶f̶o̶o̶t̶w̶o̶r̶k̶ ̶I̶ ̶w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶a̶l̶m̶o̶s̶t̶ ̶a̶s̶ ̶p̶r̶e̶t̶t̶y̶ ̶a̶s̶ ̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶e̶y̶e̶s̶.̶.̶.̶)̶ ̶ I also love how at the end they always pause all dramatic for a minute and then start screaming 😂

11)It's like? Amazing talent *and* dorky personalities? What more could you ask for? Lol. In regard to your last question though Unfortunately I also won't be able to see them 😔 I live in the smack middle of the US and since they're only going to coasts all of the venues are way too far away to get to. Esp since it's the school year and I can't skip class to drive cross country for a concert much as I'd like to (Holy lord I talked over twice as much?? Why am I like this?) Talk again soon! -ASA

Okay SO I’m very sorry I haven’t had the time to answer everything until now bc I’ve been busy studying for midterms and also I was a lil trashy today since my uni closed bc of freezing rain so I slept in but I’m glad that FINALLY everything got sent like damn tumblr you really don’t want us making friends huh.

Yessssss I love the feeling of seeing someone else also get into the same interests! I’ve been pretty lucky in the sense that I grew up around mostly other asian americans, so kpop was never something that was considered super “weird,” like some people were into it and some weren’t but even if you weren’t you still would’ve been familiar with the more popular groups from when you were younger. Even now, I have a bunch of friends also into kpop (one of them is even my roommate) so tbh I was definitely the one in my friend group late to the party aha. Even my university hosts kpop nights at our bar and I’m pretty sure we have a kpop dance team as well? So tbh if I met someone new there’s probably like a 50% chance they’re into kpop or at least listen casually.

Tbh I used to be a little bit judgy too but moreso because of the obscene amount of money I’ve seen some of my friends spend (no joke one of my friends has spent probably like $500+ on Loona stuff in the past month and a half and another friend bought like 5 copies of the same album for herself like damn idk how do you have that much money).

I also really don’t like it when people bash other people’s music tastes, since I feel like it’s something so personal? Idk but for a long time I used to be really self conscious about sharing my music with other people and even now I feel like that sometimes. For me after getting into BTS I kind of expected to get really into other groups since I was in Korea anyway and I was already listening to a lot of other artists casually. For me it started with NU’EST (fell for them immediately at the same concert that I saw Astro at) and then after was Astro, and then I just started slowly getting into other groups after that (even though I haven’t totally been able to get into Got7′s music they’re SO funny and I just kinda fell for their personalities you know).

I honestly think that they did such a wonderful job with this comeback too! I like seeing their concept evolve and mature but they’re not straying too far from their original cute concept so I feel like it’s a nice middle ground that’s very unique to them, you feel? Also I feel like the visuals especially and the execution of the whole plant concept was just done so well?? Even my friend who’s not in kpop was like “k idk who they are but that was the prettiest music video I’ve ever seen”. What are your favourite eras and songs? For me I’d have to say either the Spring Up or Baby era BUT right now my favourite song is probably Again/Should’ve Held On though tbh my mood and my tastes change like every few weeks loool.

I have no idea why I tend to be most attracted to the dances rather than vocals or rap (maybe has to do with the fact that it’s something I’ve always wished I could do but have always been bad at lmao). But Astro’s stood out to me for the exact same reason! I just thought it was so funny seeing them all break character at the end because you really get to see how hard their choreos are and you get a glimpse of their personalities like damn, how can you not stan these dummies?

That’s really unfortunate that you won’t get to see them either :/ They’re also coming to the closest city to me but it’s on a Tuesday, but I *hypothetically* looked up flight prices and tried to see if I could get away with just missing a day of classes if I flew back in the middle of the night since I have some friends who did the same thing and drove down to Buffalo but I seem to have underestimated the size of New York State LMAO. But apparently my university’s too far from the airport so it’s “not realistic” (and also I’m hella broke from travelling to Taiwan and Japan while I was in Korea but that’s a minor issue ig). I hope we do both get a chance to see them live though! Who knows, after the success of this comeback I’m expecting a lot more cbs and world tours out of them ;)

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Ok so 2018

2017 was pretty awesome, and 2018 had a tough act to follow. But honestly it was a great year as I was able to knock out some bucket list items. Let’s break it down and recap:

Portland: AJ’s birthday had the schmooters take Portland. Pretty cool to hit some vineyards with Ashley's fam, and then explore Portland a bit with the crew. But really as always its the hanging out that highlights the time (and bangers go whole song)

Milwaukee (2x): completing out my hydraulic training were two early trips to Milwaukee. I had the pleasure of seeing my first snowfall which was cool. Also had a grand time continuing to explore the area and fall more in love with the place. Unfortunately getting food poisoning the second time, I couldn’t take full advantage of the second trip, but nonetheless I got my certification and grew fond of a new city.

Bok tower: For my birthday we went to Bok Tower gardens, a small gem in between Tampa and Orlando. Serene place and something a little different than the usual fare or Orlando or Tampa

Tail of the dragon: this was a special trip, as this is sort of a US mecca for driving enthusiast. I went on the road trip with a few friends in a few cars, and i was glad i was able to bring the Miata. While the tail of the dragon is fun, long, and concentrated, really that whole area had many great roads, and to me a lot of better (albeit short) stretches. Definitely a cross off on the bucket list.

Vegas: Vegas is as wild as they say it is. I spent this trip with the wife, revolving around the Life is Beautiful festival, with NERD and Florence + the Machine as the main draws. I’ve always wanted to see NERD live, and my wife made it happen. Other star parts of the festival was Sabrina Claudio, which i did not know of until i looked up who else was on the schedule. I’m glad i stumbled into her. And the rest of Vegas was wonderful, and had way too much fun. That’s all i can really say.

New York: it’s been a long time coming, for a place i think of sometimes as a second home of sorts. Thanks to Jenny for hosting us, we were able to sneak in a visit before the end of the year. With a mix of seeing old favorites and some new (including a brief taste of Queens living), it is wonderful as always. Went to the Historic Museum to catch the Harry Potter History exhibit, showcasing notes and sketches from JK Rowling. Right after the exhibit, on a whim Hasan Minhaj tweeted a last minute link to a Q&A session he was doing THAT NIGHT in NY. I was originally bummed we would miss the live taping of his Patriot Act show, but this was one of those few moments where great things just fall into your lap, and so we got the chance that evening to see him in person. We also saw Karen, an old friend we always try to find a way to catch up whenever we are in New York. Although brief, New York will always have our hearts, and we feel welcome there each time.

Local highlights:

Megacon/Holiday Matsuri: My first anime expo in a long time (actually my second only i think) , and first time at MegaCon I had a wonderful experience with an old hobby of mine. The main takeaway was meeting Alyson Tabbitha, who i follow on IG because of her unbelievable transformation as Gal Gadot’s Wonder Woman. She’s really kind. Which inspired me to try to Cosplay, which I managed (the week of) to build up a costume for Holiday Matsuri. I made a quick costume of Joker’s school uniform from Persona 5. Bought the pants, but modified a turtle neck sweater and blazer. Chose a more subtle route so that it can be worn on other occasions and not instantly be looked at as a character. Alyson was there as well, and unfortunately i did not have the patience or time to wait in her very long line. But that’s ok because it led to a very nice conversation with someone in the bus. I may not be a devout fan of the genre but I’m glad i went out of my way to enjoy one of my life long hobbies out in public.

Baby goats: this year we did Baby goat yoga! I can tolerate yoga enough to partake in this class, and it is well worth it. Feeding baby goats and having them stand on you while you downward dog is too fun. This, along with the dolphin experience below, are fulfilling tastes of wanting to be a zoologist.

Pride yoga: this was a pretty cool opportunity as we got to get onto the Orlando City stadium pitch to do yoga. A very unique experience and being able to see what it’s like to be on the pitch looking up into the stands is really fun.

Falcon heavy rocket launch: Ashley gives us a great opportunity to see rocket launches on center, and this one was one of the coolest. The largest rocket Space X launches, this was a pretty big spectacle. The neat part was the re entry landing, watching two small rockets come barreling down to earth, only to elegantly land side by side. Sci-Fi for real.

KSC tour: More perks, we did a KSC tour of the grounds. Being a Hydraulic/Mechanical engineer, I can really appreciate some of the ground support equipment and facilities on site, as I find it pretty bonkers to think the kind of engineering that goes on to create such unique and just straight up big machines.

Beyonce/Jay-Z: bucket list for Ashley was to see Beyonce, and to team up with Jay-Z was an added bonus. OTR II was a pretty good album too, so we splurged on the tickets and got some pretty decent seats to the stadium. We had a fun night listening to some great music. And it was clear that night Beyonce is queen.

In the Heights: I’ve been thinking I don’t have theatre in my life as much as I’d like to, and the chance came up to see a well known play be shown at the local Orlando Shakes theater. A great play by Lin Manuel-Miranda, and in an intimate venue as Orlando Shakes it was top notch time.

USA Womens soccer: Watched the US Womens National Team play in Orlando for the She Believes Cup. I’ve been following the team for a few years now, and thankful to be able to support near by. They deserve a lot more respect by being a dominant representation of the US. 2019 brings the Women’s world cup, and look forward to continuing to cheer them on.

Discovery Cove: Another bucket list item, to be a Dolphin Trainer. This was my first answer to the “what do you want to be when you grow up” question as a kid, and up to this year I never even touched a dolphin. Well my (amazing) wife granted my life long wish and we went to Discovery Cove where I had the ability to live out my dream and not only pet the dolphin, but tell her tricks and take a ride/swim in the cove. This place was actually pretty fun, as they have many other attractions (swimming with fish and manta rays was really fun) and unlimited food and snacks.

Lantern Festival: Initially thinking it was hokey (especially after the amount i paid to do it) it was well worth doing. I knew Ashley has wanted to light a lantern, so the event came up a ways out from Orlando. Although the event could have had a little better coordination as it wasn’t as nice as their PR video, it was still a spectacle to see the hundreds of lanterns continuously lift into the air. As this event neared the end of 2018, we reflected where we were and where we planned to be.

Heat games: Dwayne Wade’s “Last Dance” we got to see him twice in a week: in Orlando and in Miami. I’m really loving these Vice jerseys, and it’s nice to pay respect to the man who has been integral to our city.

Christmas/New Years fam: Writing this post late (post-2018) I can also add in the crazy last weeks I’ve had, as it was pretty much non-stop from Christmas weekend through New Years weekend. My family, Ashley’s family. Ashley’s Family friends, my family’s friends, our college friends, Ashley’s aunts and uncles. Every night was another party. Every day was a lunch to catch up. Truly blessed to have so much family and friends to be in close proximity, honestly it was a very concentrated dose of the people that you grew up with that really make the holidays so memorable.

That’s pretty much it. I was looking at the previous year, and I don’t think I mentioned that the Disney B250 was completed, a very special project and milestone that really my entire engineering career has led to this pinnacle. well in 2018 production has been completed. It isn’t perfect, and if I did it again I have a lot more knowledge under my belt to tackle it better, but nonetheless I will always be grateful and appreciative of the project, and may never get over how cool it is to see it running in Disney. I can only hope it lasts just as long as the previous set of Tram pullers.

Random honorable mentions:

Discovery of Brambleberry Ice Cream. Initially in Atlanta during the Tail of the Dragon road trip. But then the wife finding it at the local grocery, blessing. Summer as an ice cream flavor

Pan roast at oyster bar: a gem of a meal for 2018, found in Las Vegas. debatable as the best thing i’ve eaten in 2018.

Marie patties: This was a small mom and pop Jamaican patty bakery near my house that we would always go to growing up while my mom shopped at the oriental store, or after we would get haircuts. The best tasting patties I’ve had, and certainly unique to any others. As time goes on, the mom and pop get old and therefore retired the place. With a stroke of luck we stopped by during one of our trips to Miami as we usually miss the opportunity to, and they were only a couple weeks from closing up. Sad to see such a staple end, and a small reminder nothing lasts forever, and some things don’t last a lifetime.

Hmm...I also beat Persona 5. I don’t think the group can match the hijinks of Persona 4, but otherwise a great game, and one I cosplayed. Plus Joker for Smash, cmonnnn.

I think I’ll end it here. Although not as crazy as last year as far as trips (although we still took a good amount this year) I have to say I crossed a lot off my bucket list this year. And of course I have to thank my wife for all of it pretty much, as she looks out for me way more that I realize. I hope in 2019 I can return the favor and realize some of her goals too. This year I will be turning 30, and ending my Twenties. A remarkable decade of my life, and to think back on that will have to be saved for another time.

Thank you 2018, you’ve been kind.

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Short: Momzilla (Part 3)

“After spending months living out in L.A. you really learn to appreciate New York so much more. It’s been good to be home, honestly.” Robyn curled her toes in the warm water and blissfully sighed as she stared across the nearly empty nail salon while Monica sat along side her. Rather than having her manicurist Kimmie come over to the house and do her nails, she decided to go and have an outing with her long time friend at one of their favorite spots in Brooklyn. It allowed her to get a bit of fresh air on one of the cooler days out of the week and to give her Bentley a drive since she hadn’t been in it in quite some time.

“What’s so bad about Los Angeles? I love it here too, but I don’t mind L.A. at all honestly. Mike and I have discussed moving out there on a number of occasions but we’ve also discussed moving back to North Carolina too. Either way, New York is always a sure thing for us.”

“I just don’t like the vibe out there. It’s such a big place and yet it’s such a small world. Everyone knows everyone. Everyone is fucking everyone. I swear there’s a ten to one ratio when it comes to women and the celebrity men they fuck. You literally have women who have all fucked the same guys and they hang around one another in the same circles. I’ll never understand it. Everyone’s a vulture and an opportunist without a care or a concern for any damn body. I don’t want to be around people like that. I don’t fuck with that Hollywood scene which is why I don’t take on too many movie roles. I know Cole loves to work out there and I make the sacrifice for him, but living there is and will always be a hell no for me.”

“Does it have anything to do with Lisa?”

“Not really. I can’t run from women who have or want to fuck him. You know? I just can’t. If that’s the case I’d be running my whole life from place to place to place. There are barely any places on this planet where I can go to without there being some woman who has either had him, almost had him, or has dreams of having him. I hear the wildest shit and see women doing the craziest things to have the slightest chance to get backstage. I’ve walked out to see women who have made their way near the tour buses and they literally walk around trying to figure which one is his. I’ve seen women offer pussy to stage hands, venue security, the fucking doorman, and anyone else just to get to him. They don’t have any regard for me or what he has at home which is why I can’t really stress myself over women of the past and the ones who would do anything to have him now. I’d go insane.”

“He doesn’t give a damn about that though. Whether you’re there or not, he shows up to the venue, does his soundcheck, relaxes on the bus, works on music, eats, goes to the dressing room, calls you if you’re not there, talks to you until it’s time to perform, does the show, and he’s right back to the bus. I’ve watched him do it night after night when I fly out to visit and hang around.”

“I know.”

“And when you’re there, he’s at his happiest. I see it all over him and the way he moves. It’s not easy being away from home, especially when the people you love most are there waiting for you, so I know for him it’s special to be able to travel with his family along side him. He’s all about you and the kids when you’re there. It urges him to go even harder when he’s on that stage because truly has his biggest fans out there cheering him on. You don’t need to see or worry about any of that shit you just spoke on because you’re all he wants. Despite everything that has happened, you’re all he wants.”

“It took me quite some time to realize that, with reason, but I know Mo.”

“So what’s up? Why aren’t you two on speaking terms?” She had a conversation about her chosen distance from him upon her return to New York and it has remained as such since she’s been in town. Though it’s only been three days, much hasn’t changed from the hostility while she was in Los Angeles. With much argument involved between her mother and the occasional words from her mother-in-law, the children were left there with them as they pleaded and she went to New York to officially close on an office space for her corporation and imprint. Having a breather within the walls of the home she missed so much was an added bonus. Though the silence is eerie and the bed is missing the warmth of the man who owns the other side of it, it’s still home and it’s been pleasant to be there. Though she didn’t have much of anything to say to him while preparing herself to head to the East Coast, she did answer his phone call when he flew to Houston for the first date of the Dollar & A Dream Tour. The conversation was as brief as she needed it to be and yet more than enough to irritate him to the point of him hanging up before the argument budding between them worsened. This morning, she woke up to the feel of him flopping down on his side of the bed. His greeting was faint as his head crashed into the pillows and the warmth of his body radiated against hers as he pulled the covers over himself and fell into slumber within minutes. She didn’t even have a chance to greet him in return.

“I don’t want to call myself needy but maybe that’s the place I’m in right now. It goes beyond him missing the premiere. That hurt me but I think I’m in this place of just wanting his acknowledgement as my husband. I hate when we’re in a place of work feeling like it’s coming first and that happens a lot. I try to control it on my end because I know how it makes him feel, but there are times when I feel like he starts to slip up with making sure that he controls it on his end. Missing the premiere was apart of it but sometimes it goes deeper than that. I miss him so much and it’s weird because he’s right there. I miss him even when we’re on tour because the time is so split up. He’s working, he’s creating, he’s figuring out logistics, and making adjustments. For most part, I try to stay out of his way. I know what it’s like to be under pressure to make sure everything goes smoothly and he’s doing that night after night for months. I get it. On top of that, we have kids and I don’t get much of a break. I love them more than life itself but sometimes I need a breather and I don’t get much of that.”

“Have you told him this is how you feel?”

“No, because I don’t know how to nor do I want to sound needy. He’s been asking me what I want and what he needs to do going forward to make sure I have that but I don’t want much. I just want him to know that sometimes mommy needs a day to do something like what we’re doing right now and I need him to be there for me when I need him to. I’m not even being picky and saying when I want him to, but just when I need him to. I wanted my husband there on my big day and I felt like he wasn’t proud of me because he wasn’t.”

“And you still haven’t told him this?”

“No. I left it up to him to understand my emotions without needing the words. He apologized but that was just one part of it.”

“Who do you think he is? Miss Cleo? Say it. Everything you just said to me, you could have said to him as soon as you were feeling it. That man is not going to call you needy. You’re just asking for some time to yourself and some time with him for yourself. You’re not asking him to move a mountain. Tell him. Communication is key and closed mouths don’t get fed. That’s what my mother always tells me. Right now, the only emotion you’re giving him is anger and hostility. He’s reading it and I’m sure he understands it, but you’re resistant. This has been you since I’ve known you. You’re stubborn.”

“I am not.” Her denial even amused her. Stubborn is at the top of the list when it comes to her personality traits. Though she’s gotten better with it, it’s still apart of who she is and how she conducts herself.

“Girl, bye. You’re the most stubborn person I know. You’re sitting here telling me you miss your husband and yet instead of being home with him, you’re here with me getting a mani and pedi because you’re trying to stick it to him. Stubborn. Funny as hell, but stubborn. Talk to him though and if he doesn’t listen I’ll knock him upside the head myself.”

“You and I both.”

“Oh no, please. I don’t think his mouth can take another one of your punches.” Though she snickered along with Monica, Robyn couldn’t help but to think back on the day she put her hands on him. What felt like a justified punch then is cringe worthy to hear about now. While his words were vicious, she could have handled it much better and has known better ever since. Today, a knock upside his head would mean a scolding that would throw him off track or aggravate him a bit.

“Are you going to the show tonight? Please tell me you’re coming.”

“Yeah, I think I’m going to go. Your husband texted me a little while ago playfully threatening me that I need to be there and I don’t want to miss out on hearing him perform those songs. It’s Friday Night Lights. I’m not missing that.”

“Good! Get cute and come out to rock out with your hubby. Maybe we can all go out for drinks after it.”

“Fair enough. I could use a great cocktail or two.”

“Mr. Shaw and I are taking a trick to Jamaica for a couple of days before the tour resumes. I could use it after spending so much time out in London working on my Missguided collaborations and he loves it out there, so it’s a win win.”

“Baby making for the win. Jaxton needs a playmate.”

“We’re working on it. You could always be working on a playmate for him your damn self.”

“Oh, please. This mama barely has the time to fit in a pedicure on her schedule and you’re trying to have me walking around here with a big ol’ belly in the process? Maybe a little later, but not right now.”

“I think the timing is on point for Mike and I. We’ve talked about it a lot, but we both feel ready now. We’re in a place where we feel comfortable enough with balancing one another, a child, and work. It too a while to get there, but we’re alright now.”

“Yeah, I think you two are in a great space for children. I’m excited for yall. You know I’ve been waiting on this. You two are my favorite couple of all time.”

“Yeah, you’ve been saying that since high school and I’d always tell you that you and Cole were mine.”

“Even though we weren’t a couple.” Robyn shook her head at the sound of Monica’s laughter. If you let their friends tell it, they were a couple since birth. They all truly believe that they were destined to be with one another from the point of conception.

“Oh yes yall were. The only person in denial was you. You were in denial, so he had no choice but to pretend like he was as well, but we all knew the deal.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Now look at all of us. We’re successful, married, making babies. It’s wild because it actually happened. When you think about a lot of the stuff we used to speak on and dream about, you being the one who did it quietly by the way, it felt like pipe dream and yet something attainable. It’s damn breathtaking to realize that we’ve done it and it happened along side the people we always deemed to be family. I think about that a lot. I remember when I fell in love with Mike and despite the little things that we’d go through, I would alway hope that he’d be my husband in the future no matter where we went in life. When the modeling was taking off, I worried a lot about us but we held on tight and we continue to do so. I never wanted to do life without him or you or J. So, I cherish my blessings. Shit could have gone way left, you know? It felt like it was shifting that way when you left but God works harder than we ever could. He knew that we all needed you.” The silence that fell between the two friends was a sentimental one. The flutters within Robyn’s heart intensified at the brief reflection she had on their experiences over the years.

“Are you trying to make me cry or something? Sheesh Mo.”

“No. I’m just letting you know that I love you. We love you. We’re here whenever you need us Rob. Often times, you tend to move around like you’re in this world alone and I understand where that comes from, but I just want to remind you that you’re not.” Once their hands met, they laced their fingers together.

“I know and I love you too.”

The silence inside of their plush penthouse was unexpected and yet appreciated. She mentally prepared herself to see and hear a ton of men sounding like a stampede moving throughout their home in preparation for the hectic show tonight. Instead, she found the centerpiece of it all still stretched out and sound asleep in their bed with his mouth slightly ajar and his head meshed into her pillow. She kept the quiet going as she returned downstairs and made her way into the kitchen to prepare lunch for him and a chicken parmesan lasagna for dinner. In the midst of preparing the chicken for the dish, she prepared a turkey burger and her homemade seasoned steak cut fries that he loves so much. If she didn’t feed him, he was sure to stuff his face at some random fast food restaurant on the way to the venue.

“Hey.” Though he wasn’t sleeping anymore, he was still lazily slumped across the bed with his phone placed beside him. Had it not rang, he absolutely still would have been sound asleep. The grogginess was all in his facial expression.

“I made you some lunch. I don’t know if you want it now or want to wait until you’re fully up to have it.”

“I’ll take it now. I don’t want it to get cold. Thank you Baby Girl.” The sight of his bare chest caught her eye and she instantly, she pulled her lip in-between her teeth at the sight. His laziness when arriving home caused him to not look for anything to sleep in. As she lifted the covers to get out of bed hours ago, the only thing that covered his frame was a pair of black Polo boxer briefs.

“You’re welcome. Tired huh?” While she placed the tray over his lap, he nodded his head in response to her question.

“Super fucking tired. We were going back and forth with a bunch of venues over here up until the moment I got on stage last night. I wanted to give the people this type of experience in a bigger venue so that I could fit more people inside. It fucks with me when people come out and they don’t get a chance to rock out after spending all of those hours outside, but none of these venues trusted it. They’d heard about it before and talked about their fears of chaos and kept nicely shutting me down, so I don’t have much of a choice other than to do it at Irving Plaza.” Without any hesitation he reached for the fries and stuffed two of them into his mouth. “These shits are so good.

“Well you tried. That’s what most important. I know what these Dollar and A Dream experiences mean to you and the fans. I know it gets even harder every time you do them, but what matters is you still do them. You still get in touch with the people. You still give them these moments where they feel like you’re still their favorite guy that they’re rooting for. That makes it all the more special no matter what, so don’t be upset. It’s going to be incredible tonight. Everything is going to be alright.”

“I know I hurt you by not coming to your premiere and I regret that so much. I think about it a lot and it fucks with me because no matter what the consequences may have been, I should have gone, because there’s no greater disappointment in that type of situation than disappointing my wife. I love what I do, but none of it is more important than you and our kids. It’ll never take precedence over my family. I apologize again now and will continue to do so however many times you need me to, so you can understand that I mean it.” His sigh influenced her to inch closer to the bed.

“I never said that you didn’t mean it. I just need adjustments. That’s all I’m asking for. You see how you’re tired? It happens to me too. You often time need space for your own creative outlets or just to get yourself together and so do I. I know you’re working right now so I can’t expect what isn’t realistic or fair to you until this tour wraps up, but just understand that I need you and as this family expands, my expectations and needs from you are doing the same thing. Much like I have to adjust to your life, schedule, and whatever it is that you need, you have to be able to grant me the same courtesy.”

“I know. Just give me until the end of this tour and I’m all yours. I promise. I know you think my promises are empty, but you have my word. As soon as that Homecoming wraps in the Ville, it’s us and the kids.” Despite the truthfulness within his tone, most of his statements went into one ear and right out of the other. Jermaine has talked himself into and out of so many situations that has gone on between the two of them. Talking is his expertise and it’s literally his job to have a way with words to draw people in and leave them hanging onto every syllable that comes out of his mouth. Words mean nothing this time around. If the actions don’t follow then they’re nothing more than empty thoughts and promises right? Right about now, he could promise her the heavens and it would hold no weight. If he truly means it, he’ll show her when the tour is over.

“Enjoy your burger. I have to finish cooking. I’m making chicken parm lasagna. I just need to finish the top layer and put it into the oven.”

“You should come back up here when you’re done with that.”

“For what?” The sly smirk on his face and the way he patted the bed was silly enough to earn a chuckle out of her. Of course that’s what it would be for.

“Oh, I see.” Her eyebrow raised as he ran his tongue over his lips. The playful shaking of her head instantly made him laugh in silliness and excitement for his request.

“You want me to start taking your clothes off now?”

“No. I’ll be back.”

“Nah. Nah. Take something off now so that I can know for sure you’re coming back up here.” Her laughter of disbelief meshed in with his.

“You cannot be serious right now. Where am I going? I’m coming back.”

“Take the shorts off.” While playfully rolling her eyes, she kicked her PUMA slippers off to the side, unbuttoned and unzipped the denim shorts she went out in earlier, and allowed them to fall to the floor to reveal barely there lace that worsened his lust.

“Happy?”

“Hell no. That lasagna can wait.” His reflexes were swifter than her own. Before she could take a step in the direction of the door, his arm lunged for her own and he pulled her onto their bed. Her squeals of excitement were heightened at the warmth of his body as it eventually hovered over her own. As their eyes met, familiar sparks and chills ignited every single aspect of her body in a manner that has yet to falter since her first encounter with him. In just that instant, she fell even deeper in love with the man she had vowed her to love to long before doing so under the oath of God. For every single man she called out when conversing with Melissa, there would have been a pending failure awaiting whatever journey she took with them. The love she developed for one man is once in a lifetime and embedded into the deepest root of her soul. No matter what decision she makes, it’s beyond her at this point. No matter what happens between the two of them, it will always run that deep.

“I love you so much.” She didn’t get a chance to respond. His lips meshed into her own and her caramel thighs wrapped around his waist in a hunger she hadn’t even realized she was feeling. Her hands slowly ran down his bare back and she drew him closer to not only intensify his sensual kiss but most of all to entice him to remove both barriers separating them from being one. Foreplay would have to wait for the second round that she’s hoping for. Once his long fingers locked into the thin straps of her thong, the sound of his iPhone ringing halted their actions.

“Has to be Ib.”

“Ignore it, please. Please?” She pressed her lips into his again and he obliged her kiss and pleading.

“We have to be quick.”

“That’s fine.” Yet again, he began the task of pulling the racy material down over her thighs and succeeded with his mission. As she reached for the Polo boxer briefs covering his lower half, the sound of his phone filled the room again and a sigh instantly spilled from her lips. Guilt filled his form as they listened to it until it finished and yet seconds later, yet another call followed.

“Just answer it. He’s not going to stop calling.”

“I’m going to make this up to you tonight baby. I promise.” With his phone in his hand, he disappeared into the bathroom leaving her to lay there in frustration with hormones that were raging beyond her control. Every angry thought is what slowly but surely brought the natural high he caused back down to the ever confusing earth. She then recovered herself and returned to the task at hand in the kitchen. Their words for the next hour and a half that he was within their home were as brief as she needed them to be. He was far too busy wrapped up in the details of the evening and her mind was purposefully elsewhere. His words of love and yet another promise to make things up to her was their last exchange as he rushed out of the door with a plastic bowl filled with the lasagna she prepared for him more so than herself. She was met with the silence of their home yet again and this time, instead of bringing her peace, it triggered an eerie discomfort.

The sound of her metallic ankle lock Tom Ford sandals transitioned from a faint patter against the pavement to a sharp clack as she trekked through a long hall to reach the backstage area. While reading herself, she thought the sequins covered couture Schiaparelli dress was far too much for a overpacked Hip-Hop show, but she couldn’t pass up wearing it because she looked damn good in it and if she did decide to go out for drinks, it would serve it’s purpose. Rather than wearing her hair loose, she pulled it back into a tight long ponytail and allowed the dress to be the statement piece.

“You’re really going hard with your First Lady status, I see. You’re trying to look like royalty while standing up there in that balcony and watching your man, huh?” She texted Ced to meet her out back to escort her inside since she didn’t have a pass and he’d been cracking jokes ever since. If it’s not him, then it’s Mike doing it.

“Not really.”

“Or you’re trying to have him rushing to get off of that stage then huh?”

“No.” Neither one of those things were on her mind but she’d take his masked compliments either way.

“First Lady. What’s really hood?” The aroma of kush and the multiple stenches of men moving around filled her nose. With a nod of her head, she chuckled at Ron’s greeting and waved.

“How are you?”

“Shit, I can’t complain.”

“I didn’t think you were going to show up Mrs. Cole.” Her once relaxed expression contorted into an automatic frown at the sound of the man’s voice who she’s been at a quiet war with for years. Despite both declaring they have a mutual love and respect for one another, she can’t help but to believe Ib hoodwinked her to appease his business partner and best friend.

“I’m sure you didn’t want me to.” In an instant, his head jerked back and he frowned his face up at her words. Instead of furthering her response to worsen the confusion filling both Ron and Cedric, she reached for the handle of Jermaine’s dressing room.

“He’s in there with Jay, Ty-Ty, Jay Brown, Joie, and some other folks. They came through.” Whether she read into it the wrong way or not, the manner in which he said it immediately threw her off task. Rather than twisting the knob, she stepped away from what he made sound like some exclusive club that she could never be apart of and walked off. She’d seen him perform in the venue twice before so it wasn’t difficult to find the balcony on her own and her preferred seat of choice. It’s where she remained, even as her presence caused quite a bit of a stir as the doors opened.

“Why are you up here alone?” Mike’s lips met the side of her face and he flopped down in the chair along side hers and passed over a red cup filled with some sort of alcoholic concoction he crafted. Many of her drunk nights are credited to him.

“This is where I’ll be sitting either way, so I figured I might as well come up here and chill out.” “Mo’s about to come up here. She was looking for you. I think she called you but you probably didn’t hear it because of the music.”

“I didn’t. I’ve had my phone in my clutch bag this whole entire time. What is the superstar up to?”

“Cole? He’s sitting in his dressing room talking to Jay and them. We found out they were coming just a couple of hours ago and had to end up scrambling to make accommodations for that. I think they’re going to sit up here where you are.”

“Should I move?”

“What? Hell no. Shit, you’re more important than they are. If you got here after they did, I’d make those niggas move.” His endearing response earned prompted her to place a kiss on his cheek.

“That’s why you’re my brother.”

“You coming to Atlanta with us? You might as well since we’re going to end up back in L.A. for the final show of this little run.”

“I don’t know. We’ll see. I’m enjoying being home.”

“I hear you. At least we still have a little over two weeks off until we start the final leg of the tour. After Jamaica, I’m chilling at home for one of those weeks for sure. Yall still going to Tahiti?”

“No.” There’s no point in doing that. If anything, Disneyland with the kids and possible some other place they’ll enjoy needs to be added to the agenda. It’s summer and Yari needs a bit more fun outside of traveling with her dad all over the place. “Yari wants to go to DisneyLand so we’re going to do that and maybe a zoo or aquarium. I thinking the San Diego Zoo. There’s also the National Air and Space Museum. She’s mentioned it, so I’ll see if we can get out to D.C. to see it.”

“Aw. You’re such a mom.”

“Shut up.”

“Maybe we can meet yall out in D.C. for that one. Let me know. I’d do the drive out there for that.”

“Will do.”

“Let me get back downstairs before Ib’s nagging ass calls me. I’ll sneak up here once that nigga hits the stage. It shouldn’t be much longer.”

“Alright.”

Monica eventually did join her but so did all those who were occupying Jermaine’s time in his dressing room. With respect, they acknowledged her presence with hugs and words of praise just minutes before the man of the hour took the stage to further excite the eager audience. Despite releasing it for free out of sheer frustration about not having an album out and to feed his growing fanbase, Friday Night Lights stands as one of the most classic projects of his career thus far and the response to it was evidence of that. A ton of songs were records made inside of his bedroom and without the production of major producers. He simply put the pen to the paper and expressed some of his most creative, vulnerable, and powerful thoughts and turned it into a project for the ages. Those that fell in love with it fell in love with him even further. It was the project that solidified Robyn’s contemplation to return to the states in search of him. Though she’s seen him perform a few songs here and there during the promotional run before and after the first album, there’s nothing like seeing him run through the tape it it’s entirety. She hung on to every lyric he rapped and every moment he stopped for a breather and talked about the journey it took to get to the tape. His raw honesty, genuine appreciation, and humility hadn’t changed since the world began to discover who he is and it stands as a testament for why every face watching him tonight would leave tonight championing for him even more. Though he’s a superstar, it still feels like he belongs to them and is that best kept secret that everyone loves to talk about and take credit for putting people on. It was a show that anyone who calls them self a fan wouldn’t have wanted to miss and it felt exactly the same for her. The nearly hoarse voice as she walked down from that balcony with was a clear sign of that.

“It’s always nice to see him perform the new shit, but it’s damn good when we get some nostalgia, right?” Robyn snickered at Monica’s tipsiness and nodded her head in agreement. She only took a couple of sips of the one drink Mike handed to her and that was enough to know if she finished the rest, she’d be wobbling around here.

“Right.” Though the hall was packed with people, she remained posted up against the wall observing the activity. She hadn’t even noticed the other well known attendees who decided to come out and support since he was performing in their native state. Aside from them were the most famous radio personalities and journalists looking to capture just a couple of minutes of his time for a few words to put in an article or on a YouTube channel. Missing was Jermaine, who ducked into his dressing room and closed himself in to cool down from the performance and gather his thoughts. If you weren’t someone of importance to him, even catching the slightest glimpse of him as he exits the venue might not be possible.

“He keeps fucking asking where his wife is.” Robyn turned in the direction of Ced’s voice and the frustration within his expression nearly made her laugh.

“I walked all around this place looking for you and you’ve been standing here the whole time?”

“I saw you walk past.” She just didn’t know he was in search of her.

“He keeps asking for you. Why you out here anyway?”

“Just enjoying the atmosphere.”

“Enjoy the atmosphere where he is because if he asks for you one more time, I’m probably gon’ punch him in his chest.”

“She’s been with me. We’ve been hanging out all night.” Monica sipped her drink yet again without any regard for the slight slur in her response and playfully bumped Robyn with her hip.

“Are yall drunk?”

“She is, I’m not.”

“I’m not drunk either, at least not yet. Now when we go out after this, I can’t make any promises.”

“I’ll be back. Hold the wall down until I return.”

With her only being inches away from the door, she simply swung around Monica, walked a couple of steps down and quietly stepped inside of the dressing room. It was easy to tell he hadn’t moved from his seat on the couch since flopping down on it and the smile on his face as Ib hyped him about the results of the show was priceless.

“Finally. I’ve been looking for you all night. I finally caught you standing up there in the middle of the performance. Damn you look good.” A complain, observation, and compliment all in one breath. Only Jermaine.

“You knew where I’d be. The show was incredible.”

“Yeah?”

“Of course. It’s always amazing to see you get out there and perform the records that you created while on the grind. You’re always grinding but that was so much different. I just enjoy seeing you in that type of element and so close to the people. It’s priceless. The most amazing part is you only charging a dollar for people to watch you pour your heart and soul out onto that stage. That’s a show I would have paid thousands to watch.”

“Thank you baby.” His smile widened and she gave him a nod to assure him that she meant every word.

“You’re welcome. I loved it. I hope Scott got a lot of footage.”

“We’re recording every show and we’re going to use it for a future project that we’ve just about closed on with HBO.” Ib chimed into their moment and though she didn’t bother turning in his direction, she was considerate enough to listen.

“That’s amazing.”

“Baby, Miguel is in the city and he’s doing a midnight showcase for his new album. A few of us want to go. Come with me.”

“Sounds nice, but I can’t. I have some things to do.”

“At this time of night? What could that be?” Though it was late, in her field there is no particular time that work stops and the same could be said for his.

“I don’t want to get into all of that right now, but I really do have something to handle tonight.”

“Come with me, please.” His puppy dog eyes had no affect on her decision.

“I can’t.”

“Well then I’ll come with you.” That’s the last thing she needed or wanted.

“That’s not necessary, go and enjoy it with your friends. You worked your ass off tonight, so go and have a nice breather. Have a drink for me.”

“I’d rather have one with you.”

“Next time.”

“Or you can just come with us tonight? It’s fucking Miguel. You love him.” Us? Hearing that Ib would be in attendance was the final nail in the coffin on that decision.

“I’ll see him another time. I’ll be back in a minute. Mo’s waiting for me.”

“Baby Girl. Will you ride home with me first? I want to talk to you.”

“I’ll be right back.”

It’d been the first time in a long time that she actually told him a bold faced lie. She didn’t return. Her exit out of the venue was just as quiet as her entrance. Her choice to drive made it easier because she didn’t have to wait for a driver to return to pick her up nor did she have to wait for a security escort. As fans were still filtering out of the venue, she was riding off into the night in her Bentley. Her only stop was at a Wine and Spirits store for a bottle of her favorite red wine and her choice to enjoy it while sitting on the floor of her of brand new office space made it merry. While staring out at the breathtaking views of Manhattan, she didn’t mind toasting to herself and celebrating what will soon be the space where she continues to build upon her resume. Though it’s empty, she filled it with hopes and aspirations. Not only will she continue to change her own life, but this will be the place that’ll change the lives of many others.

“Hey Edward. I apologize for calling you so late.” Her long time lawyer’s chuckle eased her nervousness just a bit. He’s never gotten a call from her past five in the evening but the questing burning the tip of her tongue couldn’t wait.

“I was awake. What’s up Robyn? What incredible idea are we going for next?”

“It’s nothing business related. I just have a question. I know this isn’t really your field but I figured you may know a bit about it. Again, it’s just a question. I’m only curious.”

“I’m listening.”

“How do you file for a legal separation in New York?”

“Uh…” The hesitance in his tone seeped out quickly. “It depends. There are two ways to do it. You can file a separation agreement in which both parties involved are willing to do so or if it’s just you alone without a willing spouse, you have to file for a summons with a complain for judgement of separation within the court. Is this hypothetical situation mutual?”

“Um…probably not.”

“Well then you’ll have to do the summons. Here’s where the difficult part comes in. You have to ask the New York Supreme Court for the judgement of separation by filing a complain for divorce and then a summons is issued for your spouse to appear in court. From there, it’s the court who decides upon the terms and conditions of the separation. Now, the only way you’ll actually win a separation is if you’re being physically or mentally abused to the point of your well being and life being unsafe to be within the presence of that person. Uh, there’s abandonment or neglect of care and support, whether it be for you or the children. Of course there’s adultery and it had to be within four or five years of the starting lawsuit for the judgement of separation. I believe it’s five. And then of course, if your spouse has been in prison for three of more consecutive years after the marriage began. If you’re not going through any of those problems, then it’s going to be difficult but I can get it done and if not me, I can call up Laura Wasser. She’s a good friend of mine and she knows this process quiet well.” She’d heard of the Disso Queen and her reputation in the celebrity world. Name a celebrity divorce and her name is somewhere in the mix. Calling her also brings about a ton of publicity that Robyn would literally meltdown over. The last thing she’d ever want is the public in the midst of her issues, especially with Jermaine.

“I see.”

“Are you sure this is just a question? I’m here to help.”

“It’s just a question.”

“Well, there are a ton of resources that you can seek before taking things that far. In this hypothetical situation, start with a conversation and maybe some counseling.”

“Sounds fair enough. Thank You.”

“I’m here if you need me. Are you okay? Safe?”

“Absolutely.”

“Jaxton?”

“He’s great.”

“Alright. Well I’ll give you a call in a couple of days.”

“Alright. Have a goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

With the tingle of the red wine trickling down her throat, Robyn’s bitter sigh filled her space.

#j cole fanfiction #j. cole fanfiction #rihanna fanfic #rihanna fanfiction

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Hwang Hyunjin :: Soulmate AU!

>>Genre: Soulmate! AU // Fluff

>>Member: Hwang Hyunjin

>>A/N: None [request box open] Stray kids m.list // Ya’ll I’m sorry this isn’t as cute as the Chan one I wanted to get this out before I go back to school but I still hope you enjoy it//

>>side note**: Lyrics are from ‘Bruno mars finesse remix ft cardi b’ (if ya’ll eff with this song I love you)

•Everyone was born with a necklace with a watch pendent on it

•The watch only stopped when you were to meet your soulmate

•Alongside when you and your soulmate touched for the first everything stops for a moment with the exception of both of you being able to speak and move

•You were always a fan of the idea of soulmates

•The idea of it just seemed magical especially when you heard your parents story of how they met

•It could practically beat any disney princess movie ever

•So to say that the idea of soulmates weren’t lingering in the back of your mind was a lie

•You weren’t particularly anxious in middle school to find your soulmate but when highschool came around you could say you were a lot more…per say anxious

•Especially with being a JYP trainee

•Some nights while you trained you wondered if your soulmate was going through the same thing or was busy studying for finals

•Other times your soulmate never entered your mind once

•It was coming closer to monthly evaluations and you could say these were most definitely one of those times your soulmate barely was on your mind

•You spent late nights in the practice rooms and studio to practice your dance and rap/singing

•and today was one of those nights

•You sighed staring at the mirror in front of you before wiping off your sweat, your dance partner long gone

•If you couldn’t get this dance down there was no way you would get passed monthly evaluations and therefore be dropped

•Starting up the music again you started from the top

•Soon afterwards a small frown decorated your lips as you messed up on the same part of the choreography once again

•”Need help?”

•You jumped at the sudden voice and glared at the older male who smiled in amusement clearly satisfied he had scared you

•”That wasn’t funny Hyunjin.”

•”It was to me atleast.”

•You rolled your eyes and straightened up before walking to the laptop

•you showed Hyunjin the part and he quickly caught onto the concept of how the moves went

•trying out the move a couple times himself he called you over and helped you step by step through it

•and in 10 minutes max you had learned the part

•”thank Hyunjin.”

•he hummed in reply while waving goodbye before heading out the door

•you watched with a small smile as he left

•if there was one thing you hated more than anything was your small crush on Hyunjin

•knowing that he could or couldn’t be your soulmate broke your heart at the slightest

•and unknowingly absolutely no skinship became an unspoken rule between you two

•it wasn’t like you wanted it to be that way you were just afraid of the truth

•shaking your head you got up from the floor and practiced a little longer to ensure Hyunjin’s help wouldn’t go in vain before heading off to go back home

•And days like this repeated till it was monthly evaluations

•It was the night before the monthly evaluations and you had decided to stay behind a little later to practice a little longer

•”Knock knock.”

•Your eyes met Hyunjin’s eye through the mirror

•”Hey, I know you’re kinda busy practicing and all but mind if I steal you from practice?”

•He didn’t even have to say his full sentence the shy smile he was giving you was enough to make you say yes

•”Sure where to?”

•”Just the cafe nearby.”

•”Do I get to see kkami?”

•With a playful eye roll he told you to hurry up before he left you behind

•In which you did because Hyunjin was a boy of his words

•Once at the cafe Hyunjin had managed to make your heart flutter once more

•”How did-?”

•”Now what type of side hoe bestie would I be if I didn’t know your favorite drink?”

•”Your unbelive-”

•”Unbelievably amazing I know.”

•Staring at Hyunjin in complete awe you wondered just how he had managed to be the guy that stole your heart

•But just as quickly as the thought came so did Hyunjin leaving your side

•abandoning your thoughts you quicken your pace and followed the boy to his apartment

•as comfortable silence hung over the both of you, you couldn’t help but steal glances at Hyunjin

•One question always lingered in your mind about Hyunjin but you could never bring yourself to asking

•”Take a picture it last longer.”

•”Shut it.”

•With a chuckle he unlocked the door of his apartment allowing Kkami to greet you

•taking your time to greet the pup you ruffled Kkami’s hair before standing up to follow Hyunjin to his balcony with Kkami following suit

•Taking a moment to appreciate the sight of Hyunjin as he leaned over the edge admiring the view up from his apartment before joining after him

•”are you nervous?”

•”for what?”

•”tomorrow?”

•”Yeah…But I’ll know you’ll do amazing Hyunjin. Stray kids fighting!”

•Despite Hyunjin chuckling at your sudden outburst of encouragement something felt off to you

•”You alright?”

•It was an innocent question but before Hyunjin could process the words in his mind they slipped out

•”What do you think about soulmates (y/n)?”

•”U-Uhm… I think they’re nice…Almost fairytale like?”

•”Have you met yours yet?”

•”No what about you?”

•”I haven’t either.”

•For a split second it felt like the world had stopped around you when your eyes met Hyunjin’s

•And you barely noticed him slowly leaning in till his warm breath brushes against your skin

•”H-Hyunjin.”

•Snapping out of his own phase he pulls away muttering a sorry underneath his breath

•”I-I’m gonna head to bed you can sleep on my bed I’ll sleep on the couch.”

•And with that he left you

•dumbfounded you stayed outside to cool down a bit

•even afterwards when you were laying in his bed by yourself you couldn’t bring yourself to sleep

•But the next day you both acted like nothing had happened

•sure the atmosphere was probably 5x tenser than the the normal chill silence you both could keep

•But it was better then ignoring each other

•it was the day of the monthly evaluations anyway so you both had better things to worry about

•well…more like you had more things to worry about

•you had just reached the venue and you were already going nuts about trying to find your dance partner

•”Hey Jeongin do you know where my dance partner is today??”

•”No I haven’t seen him sorry Noona.”

•And if your partner had sense your panic your phone instantly vibrated in your pocket

•Sorry I’m telling you so late right now… but i’m sorry I’m dealing with family problems

•Just like that your heart sunk

•Not only had your endless hours of practicing gone down the drain

•But now you had to find out how to make the song a solo dance

•You were practically a nervous wreck, occasionally nipping at your nails with your restless eyes watching the other trainees perform their stages

•”hey are you okay? And where’s Sejun?”

•”He couldn’t make it family problems.”

•You could barely manage to get the words out you were speaking so fast as the anxiousness presses heavier

•”i…I know the dance?”

•”Yeah but aren’t you performing with your group?”

•”There’s a performance in between ours. I’m not gonna let you go up on that stage alone, what type of friend would I be?”

•before you could even protest he was smirking waving goodbye as he went up on the stage

•and if you had thought the other performances had gone by fast it was like his want by in a hot second and you were standing there with him

•the music started and you both began to dance

•Ooh, don’t we look good together? There’s a reason why they watch all night long all night long

•Hyungjin raises a brow in amusement at lyrics of the song

•his hands centimeters above your waist, while your hands rested nearly around his shoulders before you spun away before he could inch up your body any further (Yo it’s hard to write the dance but it’s like that part in really really by winner where the the girls like with the boys and their hands go around their arms while they sorta wave their bodywards??—I’ll just stop)

•Yeah, I know we’ll turn heads forever (forever) So tonight, I’m gonna show you off

•as you “walk” away from Hyunjin he’s quickly by your side again his arm hovered over your shoulder as he followed your steps back towards the center

•(I’m stopping with this trying to make a choreography y’all it’s late)

•the dance was filled with so much chemistry even the audience was at their edge of their seats

•like literally the whole time they were wondering when you’d both just kiss or be in each other’s arm that’s how much the chemistry was

•Fellas, grab your ladies if your lady fine Tell her she the one, she the one for life (woo)

•and just like the audience had wanted Hyungjin finally grabbed your hand and pull you in his chest

•and just like that time slowed for the both of you

•only bright love struck smiles filling both of your faces

•We out here drippin’ in finesse (we drippin’ on them)

•and the dance continued perfectly the atmosphere light and filled with love

•In a rush Hyunjin pulled you off the stage with him before enveloping you into his embrace a kiss coming along with it

•in which you happily returned

•”you know I always knew there was a reason why you’d always pop up at the perfect times”

•because I kinda rushed this one I SHALL SPOIL YOU WITH CUTE BONUS

•Any chance Hyunjin gets he will dance with you because he just loves the feeling he gets

•especially when the chemistry builds up and then he finally haves you in his arms at the “killing part” of the choreography because it remind him of the day he officially knew you were his

•he also lowkey loves to sneak little kisses when he thinks no one’s looking

•kkami is your guys little child okay don’t fight me on his

•literally dumped teacher Changbin for you to help him with rap

•highkey still a savage even while dating you

•”your canceled sorry I don’t know a (y/n) my soulmate is Coca Cola oppa.”

(I’m sorry this was trash i might redo this one if I get a chance)

#hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #hyunjin scenarios #stray kids fluff #stray kids fanfic #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines

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