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itsallyscorner · 3 years

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Still got some nerves?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tom’s Instagram Story:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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foodbytesback · 4 years

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The Rise and Fall of Bon Appetit

Sometimes life comes at you fast. Sometimes, that means stories in the food industry break in such rapid succession that you have no time to blink in between. Sometimes, it means someone found out about something racist you did a few years ago. What happens when it’s both? Ask the fine folks at Bon Appetit.

In recent years, Bon Appetit made a name for itself, rising from the ashes of dying print media, through its Youtube channel featuring a diverse cast of personalities. But over the course of this past week, many of the publication’s executives have been found to foster a toxic workplace culture, rife with racism, sexism and homophobia.

Before I get too deep (because this is going to be a long one), I feel the need to point out that while this story’s breaking happened to coincide with Black Lives Matter protests across the country and gained traction from people’s outrage towards inequality, the events that have unfolded should not be blamed on “cancel culture,” “political correctness run amok” or any other reactionary dismissal of critical thinking. Adam Rapoport didn’t lose his job because Black Lives Matter, Black Lives Matter came to be because of the damage that many in positions of power like Rapoport have done in both mainstream media and society as a whole.

[Also, yes, there are going to be a lot of links to Instagram posts that have been screenshotted and uploaded to Twitter. Clearly the real takeaway from this debacle is that I need to get an Instagram account. Also also, thanks to Tumblr’s new rules about offsite links, you’ll have to go to my main site for the full receipts.]

Preamble

Shortly after the killing of George Floyd, Adam Rapoport, Editor-in-Chief at Bon Appetit, wrote an editorial highlighting some of the coverage they’ve given to black chefs. Many criticized this as being superficial and performative, with others saying that BA has, on numerous occasions, shut down articles relating to black culture for not being “trendy” enough or otherwise was discriminatory towards black employees. (Also, the repeated use of “uprisings” instead of “protests” seems a little suspicious.)

An article from Eater criticized the role BA played in the appropriating and whitewashing of many cultures’ ingredients and cuisines (gochujang, Aleppo pepper, and sumac seem to be some of BA’s favorite ingredients) that had become prevalent in food media in recent years.

While it’s a fairly minor offense in comparison, it may also be worth bringing up the time Rapoport accidentally called Priya Krishna “Sohla,” the name of his other Indian employee.

Monday, June 8th

Food writer Tammie Teclemariam posted a screencap of an Instagram post made by Rapoport’s wife, which depicted the two of them donning Puerto Rican stereotypes as Halloween costumes, brownface and all.

Many were quick to declare their outrage and demand that Rapoport either resign or be fired. Meanwhile, Sohla El-Waylly, one of the leading stars of the Youtube channel, was one of the first BA employees to speak up, and disclosed that this kind of behavior was just the tip of the iceberg. She said that BIPOC workers have been paid disproportionately for their work, including not being paid a per-video commission that the white stars of the Youtube channel receive.

Molly Baz, one of the aforementioned white stars, announced that she would no longer make videos for BA until all of El-Waylly’s demands were met. One by one, their white coworkers chimed in in agreement.

Former staff photographer Alex Lau also wrote an extensive tweet thread about his experiences at BA, including how he had futilely tried to fix the system from within.

By the end of Monday, Adam Rapoport had resigned from his position as Editor-in-Chief.

Tuesday, June 9th

Since Rapoport’s official resignation did little to fix many of the systemic problems in place at BA, many began to turn their attention to other senior members of the staff.

Some came for Andrew Knowlton, the Restaurant Editor, for behaviors such as gaslighting an employee for trying to bring up racist practices in the offices.

Others called out Matthew Duckor, a VP at Conde Nast and BA’s former “Head of Video” (Did a 3 year old come up with that job title?), for a series of old racist and homophobic tweets. He tried to apologize by saying that he was young and didn’t know any better at the time, but many were quick to point out that he was, at the youngest, 20, aka for all intents and purposes An Adult when he wrote those tweets.

Tammie Teclemariam returned to ask current and former BA employees to DM her information about Duckor that they didn’t want to go public with themselves, ranging from his hand in the aforementioned pay disparity to making inappropriate comments towards women.

Teclemariam also did even more social media muckraking and found that Drinks Editor Alex Delany had once decorated a cake to look like a Confederate flag, while others found things like a Vine where he says the f-slur and some questionable comments about women on this Tumblr. He later deleted his Tumblr and Twitter, and issued a cookie-cutter apology on his Instagram.

She also vague-tweeted that Brad Leone, one of the most beloved stars of the Youtube channel, is “possibly not a great guy,” but later added, “don’t fret.” At that point, some began to accuse her of just trying to stir the pot.

Ultimately, Matt Hunziker, director and camera operator for Leone’s show, reported that the higher ups were ignoring the situation regarding the pay disparity, and that they were not “learning and growing.”

Wednesday, June 10th

By this point, journalists were able to do more thorough investigations and put together exposés that were more than a blurb about an accusation followed by a nut graph.

Business Insider published an article where they interviewed 14 current and former BIPOC employees of Bon Appetit. In addition to information already discussed above, it also described events such as an incident where several BIPOC staffers were told they weren’t allowed the test kitchen. (Carla Lalli Music, the Food Director at the time, would later defend her stance in the affair on Twitter.) Ryan Walker-Hartshorn, a black woman who served as Rapoport’s personal assistant, recalled that she would often spend her day doing menial tasks like polishing her boss’s golf clubs or trying to teach his wife how to use Google Calendar. In another incident, Knolton called Rick Martinez a “one trick pony” for only developing Mexican recipes, which is what he was being forced to do so BA could tout “diversity” bonus points. Martinez would also say that the magazine under Rapoport’s tenure “went from old and irrelevant and white-washed content to young and trendy white-washed content." (Martinez would also upload a more graphic description of the treatment he received to his Instagram that same day.) Later that day, Business Insider would also report that Duckor had left the company.

Vice would liken Rapoport to Michael Scott from The Office, but noted that that kind of bumbling, endearingly insensitive bad boss archetype isn’t as charming in the real world where real employees are being affected. Parallels were also drawn between the Youtube channel and The Office itself, stating that the “quirky workplace” facade put on in the videos helped hide the more sinister practices that lurked beneath the surface, and that the notion that they were “one big family” often pressured BIPOC into doing more than their fair share for the greater good.

Jezebel showed email transcripts where Rapoport argued the semantics of having his costume be called “brownface” when he wasn’t wearing makeup, and had to be explained to, like a child, that the term refers to the racist caricature and not the literal act of putting brown makeup on one’s face. What a douche.

Bon Appetit published an official apology on their site, a whole two days after the controversy began. Many believed that their empty promises of “learning from their mistakes” were a day late and a dollar short.

Meanwhile, on Twitter, former BA writer Alyse Whitney said that senior editor Andy Baraghani had, on several occasions, used his influence to undermine her efforts. Whether this had to do with racism, sexism, or just Andy being petty is up for debate, but still constitutes as unprofessional behavior to say the least.

Thursday, June 11th

As interest in the story seemed to wane for many in the industry, Claire Saffitz, arguably the face of the Youtube channel, released another statement on her Instagram. She said that her relative silence was due to taking time to find the right words, and that the same-old promises to “learn and grow” that most had been giving felt empty and performative. Unlike many of her white coworkers, she directly apologized for being complicit in the toxic environment and for not using her status to try to leverage even pay for her BIPOC coworkers.

Another BA Youtube personality, Amiel Stanek, also released a statement in response to BA’s official press release, where he demanded Conde Nast to stop avoiding action by setting vague timelines for changes or making excuses for not giving BIPOC workers raises like “the money just isn’t there.”

Associate editor Christina Chaey also opened up about her experiences with being pushed into more and more videos to “diversify” them- all without compensation.

Friday, June 12th

The biggest scandal of the day was that, as Teclemariam predicted, Brad Leone is possibly not a great guy. A leaked screenshot of an Instagram DM showed him making callous, almost Trump-y comments regarding El-Waylly’s demand for better pay. He also allegedly said that if Delany were to be fired (as of that day he had been sent on leave), he would quit.

Saturday, June 13th

The New York Times published an article suggesting that the issues prevalent in BA’s management may go all the way to the top of Conde Nast. Highlights include Chief Executive Roger Lynch chastising the whistleblowers within the company for raising their concerns in such a public manner and an account of an incident where he gave his black assistant a guidebook on how to speak “proper” English.

The Sporkful released a special episode of their podcast containing interviews with several current and former BA BIPOC workers. Nikita Richardson divulged that after she was laid off, a story she had already done all the leg work for was picked up and credited to Amanda Shapiro, a white staff writer who is now acting Editor-in-Chief in lieu of Rapoport. Sohla El-Waylly confirmed that the self-congratulatory editorial Rapoport wrote in the wake of George Floyd’s death was the real beginning of the end, and that the racist photo was just the final straw. She also described a company-wide Zoom meeting held after the photo began to be spread around where Rapoport issued a half-hearted apology, and began talking about how he would “fix the brand” before El-Waylly demanded he resigned. Furthermore, she revealed that after her Instagram posts began circulating rapidly, Duckor had offered her a new contract with increased pay, but she is refusing to sign it until all BIPOC have received similar compensation. She also said that she had a hand in the wishy-washy statement that BA had published on Wednesday, and said that it originally had taken much firmer stances on the issues but their PR office made them tone it down. Also, she commented that Leone, for the most part, just seemed like she “genuinely think[s] [that he] just found out racism is real.” Ultimately, she was glad that the story was getting as much coverage as it was, since it made her feel that her voice was finally being heard.

Sunday, June 14th

Baraghani released a statement on Instagram apologizing for his behavior, saying that trying to achieve his personal goals in BA’s toxic, competitive environment made him lose sight of solidarity with his fellow BIPOC.

While that may seem like the end of the story for now, it’s important to note that, even with the resignation of two executives, nothing has truly been done to fix the systemic problems at hand.

#bon appetit #adam rapoport #matt duckor #alex delany #sohla el waylly #molly baz #carla lalli music #andy baraghani #brad leone #clair saffitz #amiel stanek #tw racism #tw homophobia #tw sexism

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its-chelisey-stuff · 3 years

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I watched “Imitation” and it was surprising (... okay, I loved it!)

Full disclosure: If you haven’t the slightest interest in kpop, not even in the drama or juicy gossip that produces, this won’t be your thing. I know it’s not a drama for everyone. Stop reading. Just know that OTP (and most characters) had a happy ending but there was a bunch of drama to achieve it. Typical. And a death may or may not have been in the mix.

Well well well... I'm pleasantly surprised, that's the perfect three word review for this drama. It would seem that when those little projects that come out of nowhere and you have no expectations about, turn out to be even a little big good, they made the strongest impression. And this drama is up there in my top 3 of favorite dramas of the year, it has my heart.

Yes, it was about kpop idols and 90% of the cast was made of idols (even one from the very first kpop gen hahaha), yet the acting was decent (and from some, truly great), yes sometimes it got a bit cheesy and silly and yes, there was a ton of drama concerning fans, reporters, dating scandals and bad and greedy CEOs of entertainment agencies BUT it was also sweet, really romantic, funny, lively, full of music (I'm OBSESSED with the last OST which was sung by the whole cast, it makes me FEEL things) and dancing, it had lots friendship and found family AND at times, it was heartbreakingly tragic.

I think this drama tried to tell the audience two important lessons, worthy of mention: the first, work hard for your dreams, don't give up on them but also, you never know what opportunities might come your way that could end up changing your direction and perhaps make you chase something that you never thought you would, so persevere, breathe and hang in there just a bit more; the second, one that we all know if you have a little bit of sense and even if you are mildly informed about the k entertainment which is that idols are just people(most of them teens when they debut some not even 18) who want to and deserve to have a pretty f-ing normal life, so f-ing let them! the consequences of putting these youngsters over a pedestal are catastrophic and there are real life, heartbreaking, examples of this.

Main characters

Ryok: the Golden Boy of kpop, from the most popular boy group, also a an actor (a decent one? Idk they never said). Perfect in every single aspect, except when he is nice to girls who aren't his fans, then they will crucify him. SUPER clumsy whenever his crush is nearby and does something he finds cute, otherwise super cool and chill. Also great at pining for his crush. A romantic, which means he chose the worst career path. My favorite character.

Maha: A bright and optimistic girl with a strong might of perseverance in going after her dreams. Loves dancing. Very sweet and very tiny. Despite appearances, she's not a pushover or weak FL. And that's why I loved her.

Yujin: Second ML by the book. Became an idol because he was pursuing FL (who in turn was pursuing ML). The only reason why I never hated him is because he was a great friend, knew he wasn't doing anything healthy and decided to end his one sided love and opened his eyes. Two words: Character development *chef's kiss*

LaRiMa: A soloist. A Queen. At the start, it looked like she was the typical and mean second FL. But she wasn't, and I adored her for that. She had a heart of gold. She deserved the world, and she knew that so she made decisions accordingly (a Queen chases no one, least of all a man!) lol best character in the drama and my second favorite character (sorry Maha!)

Also starring: The members of SHAX (the leader, SF9′s Hwiyoung, the maknae from Ateez and the funny guy who spoke random english) the group of Golden Boy. Tea Party members (bffs with FL, Riah and HyunJi), Maha’s group. Sparkling members (the very angry and frustrated leader and two members of Ateez whose names I don’t know), second ML group. AND in the longest and most important cameo (ala Go Kyung Pyo in My roommate is a Gumiho) SF9′s Chani, a former member of SHAX, who disappeared into thin air one day.

The story

On paper it doesn't sound like anything groundbreaking (and tbh it really wasn't lol): a story about idols who willingly chose their career path, trained for years while underage, got treated like products by ugly men in suits and realized it kinda sucked, especially when you don't become a hit group and have to protect your personal life like it's a dirty secret that could damage your image and maybe end your career this is why I said it’s not a show for everyone. But this drama is what Dream High 2 (2012) wanted to be and never could in the aspect of actually making you feel something for these idols and the situations they were facing while loving the musical side of the show and making it all believable.

Even if it's not exactly about teens in high school sort of thing, it does give you the same hopeful and uplifting feeling of a coming of age story, especially because the characters are still youngsters trying to be happy and realize their dreams for the future.

You can just stop reading here if you want to go watch the drama with no spoilers. And if I haven’t convinced you despite not being appalled by kpop themed dramas, then I guess you should keep reading lol or trust in my taste and judgement when I say the story is worth it (but to be fair the first two eps are a bit slow).

The romance (super spoilery!)

At the core, this show was a love story. What started the plot is the fact that main couple reunite in the same work field as idols, and they actually met and befriended each other years ago; so being older and able to spent more time together brings them closer to finally accept and give into their feelings, but soon enough their relationship becomes a ticking bomb threatening their careers and then this big mystery of how and why SF9' Chani disappeared and abandoned the group becomes really important in the last third of the drama

Because once upon a time, Chani had a gf but she was still a trainee so once their love was exposed (the truth of who exposed him is devastating) and their respective companies threatened them, it all becomes too much too fast and with seemingly no other way out, the girl makes a terrible decision, that ends up changing the lives of most of the characters.

I’m sure this is from a bts but their chemistry was really good and sweet. Also, height difference to die for!!

Yet, there is a happy ending for main couple but it's only achieved after certain people learn from their mistakes and support Ryok and Maha, which makes it clear that no matter how in love and willing you are to face adversities for and with your loved one, you still need a support system (and maybe the right people in a position of power) because sometimes two against the world isn't as romantic as it sounds, but sad and lonely.

And the main reason why I loved this is because of the way the show drew a parallel between the two most important couples in the story and tells the audience “had it been even a year before, under different circumstances and less luck, had they had no friends and no people to support them, main couple would’ve ended in the same tragic way” and I think that is a haunting realization. That also makes you appreciate things.

*cries* they were adorable

The bad (spoilers!)

I do wish this drama would’ve elaborated on some bits that were really worth diving into, or that it would’ve shown how some things came intro fruition instead of just skipping it and showing rigth away the outcome of conversations that were never had or reunions never shown. It is clear to me that they wanted to make the drama longer and could have told a better story had it been a 16 ep show.

Basically yes, the main story, main romance and side couples' arcs got resolved but ugh a list of plot holes:

Why was LaRiMa so obsessed with Ryok for half the drama? The minute the girl knew he was dating someone he truly liked, she gave up right away, so I gotta believe the only reason she didn’t quit on him before, is because he did gave her a reason to hold onto him. Perphaps they dated before? Or maybe they like each other at one point? I can only do fanfiction in my head to explain this.

Why was the angry leader of Sparkling such a bitter bitch? How did he end up in another company?

I wanted to see SF9′s Chani reunion with his ex-members from SHAX. It NEEDED to happen. At least they showed Chani with Ryok (which was really emotional) but arrgh.

Also, Chani deserved a kneeling apology from SHAX leader, I mean, come on!!

If everyone knew about Maha and Ryeok at some point, they needed to use that. You can’t just have a bomb like that in your drama and not use it. Is a principle of storytelling. You can’t just have the thing that your main characters fear the most, in your hands, and do nothing about it. But I guess it was not done because of lack of time.

Also, they never showed how they announced their relationship. Instagram post? Company statement? An exclusive to Dispatch? And how did the fans took it?? Answers, drama! Damn it!!

Final thoughts

Despite its many flaws, I loved it. It had heart. It seemed low budget and even more so due to the fact that it was done in the middle of the pandemic and a big part of kpop are the fans and concerts, you know what makes it all the more big and shinier. But the drama people and the actors put effort into it, and you could tell (and the fact that there were also original songs and choreographies made for this drama amazes me, and that they chose to promote the drama by having some of these fake groups perform on actual music shows). So there you go, I wholeheartedly recommend it.

Before I finish, let me just say that the actor who played Ryok is a REVELATION in my eyes.This boy needs to stay in dramaland and get more main roles (and after some research I’m happy to say that he is thriving!!). Also, he has great timing for comedy. The actress who played Maha elevated the quality of every scene she was in. (Not for nothing she was God in DAYS). Jiyeon (LaRiMa) was excellent. It really showed at times that she’s not only an experienced idol but also an experienced actress. The contrast with most of the cast was noticeable, sadly. The drama wouldn’t have been the same without these three.

Also, watch AND listen to the last OST sung by the whole cast here. Beautiful song that just makes you cry if you’ve seen the drama.

#imitation #lee jun young #jung jiso #jiyeon #jeong yunho #kbs imitation #kdrama #kdrama review #i wanted to tag all actors but omg that's a nightmare #they're too many

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So Himchan is going to jail, or well..he was...but the court suspended his sentence to give him time to try to receive forgiveness or some bs. 🙄 I’m not entirely sure if that means he’ll be arrested if she decides not to forgive him or not, but pretty sure he isn’t going to be forgiven since according to an article on naver his lawyer has filed for an appeal. So not sure what will happen between now and whenever the appeal process is over. *sigh* This man seriously believes he’s done nothing wrong.

Anyway...I wanted to just...post about my feelings on this whole thing. I was honestly relieved when I saw he’d lost..and was sentenced. (Tho again there’s that whole suspension thing) It’s nice to finally have an answer, even though a declaration of innocence wouldn’t have changed my view on him much anyway. His “implied consent” defense is what made my mind up about the situation in the first place. Even if by some plot twist her story was debunked(since he only admitted to some of the touching and not to the extent she claimed), I’d still be looking at him like...”so you still didn’t have clear consent tho....”.

There’s also the fact that this man was active while still in the middle of his trial... He actually tried to restart his career back in Dec. 2019. He ran off to japan and had a fanmeet, even was set to perform at a concert(didn’t happen because of covid), and tried to crowdfund a photobook. (With some ridiculous tier prices like one thousand usd ridiculous.) Then he was silent for awhile before posting an “apology” on Instagram and then becoming active again. I put apology in quotes because...Iunno...I found it sorta manipulative and he really just painted himself as a victim. I also think it was really misleading because so many fans didn’t even realize he was still on trial. Someone started a rumor that he had been cleared and that the female was suspected of blackmailing like 6 other people? It’s like they took the fact that he accused her of blackmail and twisted the story and blew it up and people were taking it as fact.

One thing that really makes me angry is the fact that while the other B.A.P members were trying to keep silent about him publicly and be distant from that situation, he just decided that he’d tell all his fans that they’re so close and hang out. These statements obv spread which put a giant target on the boys backs to receive hate. At one point the boys were all bombarded on social media with fans demanding they speak up about it. Zelo of course saw and spoke about his feelings.

I just don’t understand, if Himchan truly cared about the boys, how he could put them into a situation to receive hate. I don’t like the fact already that he was trying to start his solo career mid trial, I think it’s gross, but to try and drag the members down with him on top of that just infuriates me. Also! The victim, like imagine how she must have felt suffering through this long trial but seeing him out and about having fanmeets and releasing music like nothing happened. It’s such a slap on the face, it’s like he doesn’t care at all. I just really feel like we started to see Himchan’s true colors through all of this, a selfish person who cares for no one but himself.

To think even now that he’s been ruled guilty, he still has people that are blindly supporting him. Either refusing to believe he’s guilty...or the “I’m disappointed but I believe he can change and become a better person” camp. Look...I too would like to believe that he could learn and grow....but I don’t see how he’ll ever grow with the fans he has. They excuse everything he does and don’t hold him accountable at all. When he got a dui it was “oh it’s just a widdle mistake” or they blamed it on his mental health and just brushed it off. Now they’re doing the same. The only thing support has done for Himchan is make him believe he can get away with everything. I also...I just don’t believe he deserves to have a platform at this point. If he wants to grow and become better than let him do it away from the spotlight because the time for Himchan as a celebrity is over.

Like I said at the start though, he’s apparently filing for an appeal so doesn’t seem like he’s very remorseful. He believes he was in the right, and I hope my gut feeling is right and he’ll lose the appeal. The court said she had enough evidence against him so yea...still it’s another several months to a year waiting.

One thing I do wanna say though, the rest of B.A.P deserve love and support. I know some fans want to speculate on their personal feelings toward Himchan and criticize them for potentially not cutting him off immediately. I think it’s valid if you move on from them quietly(out of worry they may be friends bts) but I’ve seen some act like they’re just as guilty as Himchan which is wrong. I’ve seen people claim they support him, which is so far from the truth. It’s possible some members were still in contact with him at some point, but they have never promoted his activities or spoke up about his situation and tried to claim he wasn’t wrong. Honestly within the last year the boys have shown to just continually grow distant from him, despite him claiming otherwise. Also dear god Daehyun holding up 6 fingers as a hint for bap in a game of charades isn’t support. B.A.P had 6 members at debut it makes sense. You can acknowledge that a member was involved without actually supporting them in the present. I just felt the need to say that cause the poor boy had dumb people dragging him over it. 😩

It’s a little all over the place...but that’s my thoughts. I have some other opinions that I don’t feel like posting, but if anyone wants to discuss you can send me a message.

#Himchan #B.A.P

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High Ground - Olli Matela FF part 3

Hiya, Once again back with another part. Enjoy. Really enjoying where this is going. lol

The next morning Sara woke up to the noise her manager was making. “What do you think you’re still doing in bed?”, he almost screamed at her and she immediately got up from her bed, grabbed her stuff and went to the bathroom to take a quick shower. Over the years she learned that it was better to obey him, than make him angry.

After Sara was ready they went back to the rehearsal room Blind Channel occupied. They all were already there. Sara couldn’t help but to sneak a shy smile at Olli, which he returned. Nobody seemed to notice their little exchange.

“So today we have a lot of work to do!”, Niko announced and the all got to work. While Tommi was trying out different type of beats, that would suit the song, Joonas playing the guitar and Olli playing Bass, Aleksi tried to record Sara, Niko and Joel doing their vocal performance. It was harder than she imagined. She also did a bit of harder music but she couldn’t scream like Niko could. Joel on the other hand was a very talented singer with a rough yet smooth voice. It was a pleasure for her to be working with such talented young men.

After another two hours of just trying out everything they once again became hungry. Why were they always hungry? The boys agreed that they should go and get some food, leaving behind Sara, Olli and Tommi who wanted to work on their technique a bit more. After five minutes Tommi decided he needed to go outside to get some fresh air, which resulted in Olli and Sara being alone in the room. “I really enjoyed our conversation last night”, he confessed to her and shyly looked away. Sara couldn’t help but blush at his comment. She too enjoyed their conversation. “Me too”, she admitted and looked straight at him, which made him look at her too. “Do you maybe want to go out tonight? We could go to a bar and just get to know each other?”, he asked her and she could see the hope in his eyes. How could she say no to that? She quickly nodded.

Right as Sara was about to say something the other boys returned again. “We brought a lot of very unhealthy food!”, exclaimed Joonas and seemed to be very proud of himself. Seemed like he was the reason they got fast food. Sadly Sara wasn’t allowed to eat that. She didn’t have a fast metabolism and was only allowed to eat junk once a week and she did that the day before.

“Thank guys, but I’m not really hungry”, she apologized to the men and sat down on the couch, took her phone out and answered a few comments on her Instagram account. “You sure? The food is delicious”, Joonas tried to persuade her, but she didn’t budge. She couldn’t afford to make her manager even more angry than he already was with her. She overslept this morning, and he hated nothing more than people not being on time. She didn’t want to risk it. She once again shook her head no and just focused on her phone.

After they were done with rehearsal, they all went home. It was a tiring day but Sara was very nervous for her date with Olli. Could she even call it that? Was it a date or just a nice little get together like friends do?

She decided that she didn’t mind and just got ready in her hotel room. She quickly took a shower, and styled her short hair, put on black skinny jeans and a red crop-top and voila, ready she was. she texted Olli on Instagram, that she was ready and where she should meet him. It didn’t take him long to answer. He told her, he would be picking her up and that they would go to a winebar.

Olli didn’t let Sara wait too long, because after ten minutes he was there already, looking like a snack with his black button down shirt and black jeans. She suddenly felt underdresses, which she told him. “No don’t worry about it!”, he reassured her. “You look perfect!”, he complimented her and only after it was out did he realize what he was saying. They both started to blush. How could two adults be so shy around each other?

They started their walk to the bar and talked about how much they loved music. “So you know what has been bothering me the whole day? You said you weren’t hungry when we ate our lunch, but that cant be”, he said and all the color drained from Sara’s face. She couldn’t tell him! Was the only thought crossing her mind. “No everything’s alright. I just have those days, where I don’t eat a lot”, she brushed it off. “As long as you are in the mood for wine, then I am happy”, he said and Sara in her thoughts gave herself a highfive for dismissing the guy.

They arrived at their destination. It was a cute little bar with vineyards swinging around the door and rustical wooden patterns everywhere. Sara already loved it from the first moment. They walked in and Olli was greeted by the, what it seemed like, owner of the bar. “Take a seat at the back!”, he said and Olli softly grabbed her hand and led her to a secluded area, where they could watch the whole location, but no one would be able to see them. “So what wine do you drink?”, the owner asked them and they both gave their orders. While Olli ordered himself a redwine, Sara stuck to her Rosé.

They started talking, and they both couldn’t stop staring at the other person. Was that how it felt like to be really attracted to someone? Sara thought to herself. She dated before, but she never felt like that. And it scared her that it took the man in front of her only a few sentences to make her feel all fuzzy.

“I am really sorry to interrupt your little date here, but we are closing in five minutes”, the owner came back with an apologetic look on his face and Olli and Sara looked at each other witch surprise faces. Were they here for so long? They paid their bills and left the bar, not without Olli grabbing Saras hand once again. She could feel an explosion in her stomach. “Should I bring you to your hotel? Or do you maybe want to come over to my place and we can share a bottle of wine there?”, he asked her and she agreed to the later.

After a five minute walk to Ollis apartment Olli let them in, and they took the elevator to go to his flat. “I only have red wine, if that’s alright with you”, he called out from the kitchen and she shouted back that it was fine. His apartment was decorated really nicely. The colors were very basic black and white but it suited him perfectly. Olli came back with two glasses and another bottle. “You don’t have to stand here all lost, you can sit down”, she wasn’t about to be told twice and sat down on his very comfortable couch.

They talked some more. About their nicknames, which flower they wanted to be and what pets they always wanted, sooner or later, they both didn’t notice they drifted of to sleep in each others arms.

They both would have slept longer if it wasn’t for a phone ringing, and oh did Sara know that specific ringtone, which never meant any good. Her manager always texted her, he only called when there were very urgent changes in her schedule or when she fucked up.

And fuck up she did this time.

#olli matela #blind channel #blind channel imagines #blind channel fanfiction #niko vilhelm #tommi lalli #joel hokka #joonas porko #aleksi kaunisvesi #alex mattson #high ground ff

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Summer’s Almost Over (So Come Spend it with Me)

Day Twelve, Side A: Exacerbate

read it here on AO3!

Blaine Anderson’s never been lucky in love.

His first crush was in third grade on Jim Hawkins from Treasure Planet. Oh he’d almost burned the DVD out from watching it too much. His crush ended when his brother accidentally broke the disc and Blaine couldn’t watch the animated teen anymore. Plus, all of the other little boys were crushing on girls, ones that were real and not animated. Most importantly they were girls. So he put crushes on the backburner for a while.

His next crush was in seventh grade, on Joey Partmon. Joey was new from Texas, which may have well been a foreign country to him and the other private school kids Blaine went to school with. He was tanned under his school mandated uniform, with dark freckles and floppy red hair. Blaine loved his deep southern accent and the way he twirled his pencil around in his hand when he was bored. They weren’t close, Blaine wasn’t outgoing enough to say ‘hi,’ and Joey moved away that summer. But he did dream about kissing him on more than one occasion. That’s when he realized he was gay.

Freshman year’s candidate was Ryan Night.

He went to a public school then. He and Ryan were the only two boys in their choir, which already put a huge target on their backs, not to mention the fact they were both gay. Blaine still doesn’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse, but he was able to hide it. Ryan wasn’t as lucky. But it didn’t matter, they were friends, brought together by this horrible thing they had to deal with. The whole situation turned into something beautiful. So when Blaine asked Ryan to homecoming, he expected everything to go fine.

He’d be proved wrong, of course. So he took a break from crushing for a little while. In fact, he took a break on everything, for about a year.

Everything was different when he came to Dalton. The kids, the students, the zero tolerance bullying policy. It all kept him safe. So he joined the Warblers and became their leading man, not because he was gay or straight, but because he was good. They kind of idolized him, and he suddenly had this giant group of friends. That’s when he met Jeremiah.

Maybe it was because he was finally out and proud, but his crush on Jeremiah felt so different. It was almost like love. He was older and wiser than Blaine, and so so cute. And as the days ticked on and the boy was all he could think about, he decided he had to do something, and he had to do something big.

Safe to say that totally backfired. Blaine promised himself to never let a crush get that serious again, not until he was sure. And that plan had worked, until now. Because he met Kurt Hummel.

They actually met at NYADA, at a Midnight Madness competition.

Blaine had been dragged there by his friend Leslie, who wasn’t actually a singer but a dancer, she just liked drama. So he went, dressed in sweatpants and a Dalton hoodie, and sat in the back. The whole place was honestly just a giant fire hazard, and the heat from the candles was making him sweaty. They were waiting on someone apparently. Rachel Berry, the senior who had won last year. Blaine knew she had a reputation of being a diva, but good Lord she was taking forever. The crowd of theatre geeks was becoming antsy.

“Wait!” The door opened and shut in a swift motion, blowing out a few candles by the entrance. The young man’s chest heaved, like he had just run all this way. “Rachel’s out sick. But I’m here, I’ll do it in her place. The dim light blocked out most of his face, but Blaine could see the outline of him; slim and tall with a smile that lit up the room. Was it weird to be attracted to a shadow?

The moderator nodded. “That’s fine, Kurt, we just need someone to challenge you,” he said. Kurt stepped into the ring in the center of the room and took Blaine’s breath away.

It had to be illegal to look this good at twelve in the morning. Whereas everyone else was dressed in casual clothes and pajamas, Kurt wore tight jeans and a cream sweater so soft Blaine wanted to reach out and touch it. His pale skin was painted tan from the candlelight and his hair stood so high and perfectly coiffed on his head Blaine was sure it must have taken hours to fix.

“I’ll do it,” Blaine offered, cringing at himself when every pair of eyes turned to him. He could have smacked himself in the forehead. He didn’t come here to compete, he didn’t even come for the drama. He was going to horribly embarrass himself and be forced to switch careers. Slowly and on shaky legs, he made his way to the center of the room.

Kurt smirked and said, “You’re going down.” But his eyes were gleaming with mischief. Blaine almost smiled himself, but the moderator whispered that Kurt will go first and Blaine could sit back down. The song is announced, or whisper-yelled, to be “On My Own” from Les Mis.

The music started and Kurt took a moment to close his eyes, drinking in the silence before performing. And then he sings. He floated atop the song like a leaf across water, dipping in and swirling through the melody. He sounded like he might cry, and Blaine felt a tear threatening to slip out of his eye. That’s when he knew he wouldn't win. Emotional ballads had never been his thing. And when only fifteen people gathered on his side of the room and waved their hands in silent applause, he didn’t care.

“Hey, Blaine is it?” Kurt asked when Midnight Madness had ended and students poured out the doors and back home or to bars. Blaine’s eyes went wide. Leslie spotted his fear and left without him, blonde braids swishing behind her. He was going to kill here.

“Yeah,” he replied, breathily as he turned around and finally got a good look at Kurt’s eyes. Icy blue and gorgeous, Blaine felt stripped down under his gaze. “You were really amazing, I mean obviously since you won but…”

Kurt bit his lip to hide his smile, and Blaine guilty pocketed the moment for a later time. “Thanks, but you were great too. I couldn’t imagine being a freshman and being able to sing like that.”

“Ah, I’m actually in my third year,” Blaine said, rubbing at the back of his neck. It wasn’t his fault, he didn’t do too many extracurriculars at NYADA, not any he imagined Kurt would also be a part of.

“Oh! I’m so sorry,” Kurt apologized, face flushing pink. “Um, I was wondering if you wanted—”

“I should go,” Blaine interrupted, feeling more and more embarrassed as this whole ordeal went on. He honestly just wanted to go home and forget the whole thing even happened.

Kurt actually looked a bit upset for a brief second, but he caught himself quickly and went back to his bright smile. Props of being an actor. “Right, well, it was nice meeting you, Blaine.” He nodded and walked off and out of the glass double doors.

This time, Blaine did smack himself on the forehead. He was so stupid. Kurt was going to ask him out, wasn’t he? Or at least for coffee, everybody drinks coffee super late. He trudged out of the doors and down to the subway, trying his best to not think of himself as a total screw up when it came to love. But he did check Kurt’s Instagram on the ride home. Just to look.

“I’m going out! It’s my grandmother’s birthday and she misses me,” Leslie said even though Blaine already knew she was leaving. The red party dress he helped pick out popped against her dark skin.

He closed his journal and glanced at his roommate.“Tell her ‘happy birthday’ for me!” Leslie just kissed his cheek in response and shut the door behind her, leaving Blaine alone for another quiet evening.

It was finally summer, another year of college completed. Blaine had decided to stay in the city instead of going back home like a lot of students did. Not that he didn’t enjoy Ohio or his parents, he just didn’t feel like the cold small talk that would follow him the entire summer. The only thing he missed was the weather. It was a scorching summer this year in New York City, and Blaine had always preferred the cooler months. The whole city felt as though it had been placed in a boiling pot, and Blaine and Leslie spent most of their days inside at work or avoiding the heat. Their nights were spent partying on Leslie’s part, or curling up to watch a movie for Blaine.

If he were being honest with himself, he had no idea what he was going to do after college. Being a Broadway actor was no guarantee, if he would even make it there. He had heard of graduates from NYADA, bright eyed and filled with dreams, fizzle out like burning stars and end up in jobs that they didn’t even major in. Blaine couldn’t end up like that, he’d be proving his dad right.

So he had a moleskine journal filled with songs. The kind of music he sang in the shower. Poppy love ballads and short and brash breakup songs, even though he had never been broken up with before. The other people who had ever heard them were Leslie and Will, an ex-fling who he had mistakenly let get closer than he should have.

A set of sharp knocks at the door snapped him out of his thoughts.

“You have keys, Les!” Blaine yelled but got up anyway. She probably forgot her keys. The knocking didn’t stop until Blaine swung the door open, gaping at the sight.

“Hi,” Kurt gasped, looking just as surprised as Blaine probably did. His hair was dripping wet, and he had...shower shoes on?

“Are you okay?” Blaine asked. “How do you know where I live?” He ushered Kurt inside.

“I don’t, and I am,” Kurt said, running a hand through his hair. “I saw Leslie leave and asked if she could help me and she said her roommate was home? I didn’t know you two lived together…” He glanced around their living room.

“Oh, we’re not dating, I’m gay.” Kurt’s eyebrows knitted together, that wasn’t what he was asking at all. What was it about this guy that turned Blaine into a complete idiot?

“Um, what did you need help with?”

“My shower isn’t working, and I have a date in an hour,” Kurt groaned. Blaine tried to make his heart stop freaking out at the mention of a date. They hadn’t spoken beyond Midnight Madness, save a nod in the hallways on the off chance they passed each other. “Can I use yours, please?” He pouted and poked his lip out, as if Blaine wouldn’t have said yes before.

He gulped. “Yeah, yeah. Of course.” He squeaked despite his best efforts and led Kurt to his bathroom. At least he didn’t have to worry about it being dirty. Leslie was a bit flighty, but they both shared their germaphobe tendencies.

“You just turn the water on like this.” Blaine twisted the knob left then right until it clicked to get the water to the hottest setting. When he turned back around, Kurt had already taken his shirt off. Blaine’s mouth went dry. When his biceps flexed when he moved to unbutton his pants, Blaine covered his eyes and shut the door as fast as he could, not wanting to further exacerbate the situation.

He was almost at his room, ready to bury his head into his pillow and just scream, when Kurt knocked on the bathroom door and said, “Stay?” So soft and barely loud enough over the rushing water that Blane just had to stay.

“I’m here,” he smiled and slid down the other side of the door until he was sitting. “What’s up with your date?” he asked, trying not to sound so bitter.

Water splashes the ground and Kurt yells through the door, “Oh, some guy kept asking me out, for like months. And I eventually just said yes.” Blaine heard a groan from inside the bathroom, and ignored the way all the blood rushed to his face. And other places.

“Do you even want to go out with him?” He didn’t mean to be nosey, truly. But the way Kurt described him, the guy kind of sounded like a dick.

It was a moment before Kurt responded. “I guess. It’s been a while since I’ve been on a date, so…” There was a soft click and the water stopped pouring.

��I get that. I’ve actually never had a boyfriend before, so the only dates I’ve had are usually followed by a messy hookup,” Blaine said. He didn’t know what it was about the whole ordeal that made him want to spill all of his secrets out. His head eventually caught up to what he said though. “Sorry, that was inappropriate.”

“Come in here.”

Blaine shook his head from the narrow hallway. “No, no it’s, that’s–”

“Blaine. Come inside.” Kurt’s voice was deep and stern, but when the door opened, he was laughing softly. Blaine thanked God he was dressed, because he was totally prepared to faint if he wasn’t.

“I have a deal for you,” Kurt said, drying his hair with a towel. “If my date goes terrible, I’ll call you. If it goes well, I’ll still call you.” He grinned and handed Blaine his phone.

It was crazy how contagious his smile was. Blaine felt his lips tug upwards as he typed a smiley face next to his name. “What’s in it for you?”

Kurt rolled his eyes with that same smile on his face and took his phone back. “Getting to hear your voice, or course.” He squeezed past Blaine, who’s limbs had temporarily planted into the floor. “Thanks for the shower, Blaine.” He winked, freaking winked, and Blaine heard the door shut softly behind him.

He smiled alone to himself in his foggy bathroom and turned his ringer all the way up.

#spaceorphan’s sophisticated challenge: exacerbate #tan lines and tan hands #glee #blaine anderson #kurt hummel #two shot #klaine fanfiction #i’m back to writing oblivious blaine #my specialty

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terreisa · 4 years

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Love Down the Line: Chapter 5

The last thing Indie musician Emma Swan needs is a gigantic wrench thrown in the workings of her biggest tour to date weeks before its launch. When her backing guitarist that caused the problem says she has the perfect solution Emma is skeptical but left with little choice but to accept. Unfortunately she isn't really prepared for said solution to be former Rock Star and leading man of Emma's teenage fantasies, Killian Jones. With no other options and a month of performing across the country ahead of her Emma just hopes she doesn't come to regret letting Killian onto her stage and into her life.

Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, AO3

~*CS*~

Cincinnati, May 12th

“Emma, sweetheart, how’s the tour? Are the fans nice? Have you been able to go sightseeing anywhere?”

“Are you getting enough sleep? You didn’t on the last one and you were basically a zombie when you got back. Did you pack that melatonin I dropped off? What about your meals? You’ve been eating something green everyday right?”

Emma rolled her eyes at Mary Margaret and David’s unending questions. While they’d never formally adopted her they were as close to having parents as she was ever going to get. She absolutely loved them but sometimes they drove her nuts with their worrying.

“The tour is going pretty good and the fans are great as always. No sightseeing since this is the first day of rest we’ve gotten so far and I don’t really feel like leaving the room. I packed the melatonin and I’m getting as much sleep as I can and I’ve eaten green things. Sour apple rings count right?” She stifled a laugh at David’s spluttering and Mary Margaret’s attempts to calm him. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Tink’s been on a health kick lately and has been making us drink these smoothie things with more vegetable juices and leafy greens than frozen fruit and Killian refuses to eat fast food so we’ve been stopping at actual restaurants or he’ll cook for us on the bus.”

At the mention of his name Killian popped his head through the doorway that connected their rooms. One of the greatest perks of having him on the tour was no longer having to share one room with both Ruby and Tink while Will got an entire room to himself. Of course Will hadn’t been as enthused about having to share for once.

“Need something, Swan?”

“Oh, that’s very thoughtful of him. You have been trying to be friendly with him, haven’t you? I know you were hesitant at first but Ruby has nothing but nice things to say about him and he’s been through some tough times.”

“What’s he been cooking? And what kinds of restaurants? Some of those places can be just as bad as fast food and he might not know it.”

Emma was extremely glad that it was only Mary Margaret and David that were on speaker. Though she wouldn’t have put it past Killian to have heard everything they said with the way they were just shy of yelling into their phone to make sure she heard them. As it was he could probably tell they were talking about him from the heat she could feel in her cheeks and ears. She waved him off from her spot on the bed, turning slightly so he could see the phone she was holding. His eyebrows shot up before silently apologizing and ducking back into his room.

“You guys really need to chill out. Everything’s going great, Mary Margaret, and it’s early enough that we’re still getting along. And please stop analyzing what I’ve been eating, David, you’re a sheriff not a nutritionist.”

They both hemmed and hawed but it had been that way since she’d started going further than fifty miles outside of Storybrooke to play her music. At first it had been annoying and unwelcome until she’d realized that that’s what people did when they cared about someone. The Nolans were second to none when it came to worrying and being overprotective out of love.

“Then, as a sheriff, is he being respectful? And I don’t just mean with you and Tink. He’s not trashing hotel rooms or causing disturbances in the cities you’ve been playing at has he? I’ve read about some of the trouble he’s gotten into-”

“David, you didn’t!”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Online, stuff online!” David corrected impatiently. “I’m not going to illegally pull a file on someone, no matter how much I want to.”

“So you’d rather rely on gossip sites?” Emma hissed lowly, not wanting Killian to overhear any part of her conversation at the moment. “I thought we’d agreed to not look at those after that one article made you both join Twitter just to berate the author and the site.”

“Hey, now, I got rid of it after that,” Mary Margaret said defensively, “I’m only on Instagram now.”

“I only promised to not look at stuff about you,” David grumbled. “A man with a very public history of causing trouble joins the band on only the good word of one person? I have the right to be concerned.”

She bit back her sigh of frustration. As much as she didn’t like David’s attitude she couldn’t help but understand, seeing as she’d felt almost exactly the same way in the beginning.

“Yeah, you do, but I’m not too worried about it and you shouldn’t be either. You should be more worried about what Ruby’s going to do to you when I tell her you don’t trust her.”

Their twin gasps had her grinning.

“That’s cold, kiddo,” David grumbled.

“Just like your lasagne will be once word gets to Granny,” she said, snickering. “Look, everything’s going great and will keep going great unless you keep sending bad vibes my way.”

“Bad vibes?” Mary Margaret asked with a smile Emma could hear in her voice.

“Yup, the baddest of vibes, ones where I end up with laryngitis or the bus gets a flat in the middle of nowhere or my guitarist breaks their hand and can’t go on tour. Oh wait, that’s already happened.”

Killian took up space in the doorway once again, his eyebrows high on his forehead. She shook her head at his unasked question but didn’t shoo him away again.

“According to Ruby it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to her and that it could be the best thing to happen to you. She has been very forthcoming about what Killian going on tour with you might end up becoming,” Mary Margaret said smugly.

“Wait, what do you mean?” David asked confused as Emma scrambled to end that conversation before it started.

“Would you look at the time? I gotta go!”

“Emma, sweetheart-”

“I’ll call you guys in a few days. Love ya, bye!” With a huff she ended the call and dropped her phone onto the mattress, knowing she’d only postponed the inevitable gossip session Mary Margaret wanted to have with her. She looked at Killian, who was still lurking in the doorway, “Yeah?”

“Not to be nosey-”

“But you’re going to be anyway,” she groaned, “You heard your name and you’re curious.”

He chuckled and strode into her room, settling himself on Tink’s bed, leaning back against the headboard, “You would be too. Especially when you have a tenuous hold on a gig and the person who decides your fate has mentioned your name and then not long after is discussing ‘bad vibes’.”

“You think too highly of yourself,” she said dismissively. “I was talking to Mary Margaret and David about how terrible your cooking is and that it’s been giving my stomach bad vibes.”

“You’re a terrible liar, Swan,” he said with a shake of his head, “If I recall correctly you had three servings of last night’s fare.”

She rolled her eyes, “Just replenishing the reserves I used up during the show, Jones. The stir fry wasn’t that special.”

“I see,” he said seriously, rubbing his hand thoughtfully over his chin, “I guess I’ll strike it from future meal options, wouldn’t want you to have to force yourself to eat it before complaining about it to others.”

“That’s not-” she huffed, knowing he’d called her bluff, “Whatever, you know it was great. That’s what I was telling them. David was all upset that I might not be eating what he considers a balanced diet.”

He chuckled, “And the bad vibes?”

“They worry too much and I basically told them they’d be jinxing me if they kept it up. I don’t think Mary Margaret believed me and I know neither of them will relax until the tour’s over,” she sighed, flopping back onto the mattress and staring at the ceiling.

“Is this the same David that inspired you to learn guitar?” Killian asked casually but she could hear the hesitant caution in his tone.

“Yeah, him and Mary Margaret, his wife, kinda latched on and never let go, not even when-” she paused, still unwilling to share her whole messed up story with him, “things got really rough for me. They’re pretty much my parents in every way without actually being my parents, including getting all up in my business and then nagging me about what they find. You know how it is.”

“I wouldn’t, actually,” Killian said softly. She sat up on her elbows and he gave her a self-deprecating shrug, “Mum died when I was eight and my father left when I was ten. Spent a few years living with a distant cousin until things got straightened out.”

She blinked at him in shock. Not once, in any interview or magazine profile had that part of his childhood been discussed. They had only ever mentioned where he’d gone to school before he’d dropped out when the Realm of Jewels started getting big. At the time, when she’d been devouring every piece of media she could when it came to her favorite band, she hadn’t paid attention to that lack of detail. It hadn’t mattered then and while it still made no difference to her it did go a long way in explaining why she felt like she had known him for years instead of weeks.

“You, uh, got adopted then?” She asked hesitantly as she sat up, needing to know if he’d had the same heartaches as her or if he’d been one of the lucky ones.

“Er, not as such, no-” he looked up at the ceiling, his Adam's apple bobbing as his hand rubbed at the back of his neck, “First my brother was granted civil rights for adolescents, essentially cleaving himself out from under the burden of our father. Once he proved he could support not only himself but me as well he became my legal guardian. He had just had his seventeenth birthday the week before.”

“Seventeen?” she breathed, “And you were fourteen.”

His head snapped back down, his eyes wide and his voice a little unsteady, “You really must have been quite the fan if you still remember that bit of trivia.”

“Maybe I was,” she said softly. She dropped her gaze to where her hands were balled up into tight fists in her lap, “Must have been nice. Living with someone that actually wanted you.”

“It was but then there were times where it wasn’t,” he gave a deep sigh and when she looked up he was staring down at his own hands as they played with denim over his knees. “Liam had been my hero my entire life just being my older brother. When he became my guardian I felt as though I had to push myself into perfection to live up to what I thought he expected of me. I’d already started drinking by that point but it didn’t truly become a problem until I was sixteen.

“I knew Liam was disappointed but he had no idea how to help me and I’m not even sure I would have accepted it had he offered. Instead he proposed a compromise of allowing me to play with his newly formed band if I curtailed my drinking substantially. It worked, for a while at least. I’d been playing for quite some time on my own but with the camaraderie of the band and the discovery of actually enjoying writing songs I found an outlet for all the feelings that I’d been trying to drown with the drink. For the first time since Liam had assumed my guardianship I felt as though he was my brother again, not just my beleaguered caretaker.”

Emma wasn’t quite sure what to say to that. She didn’t want to inadvertently come across as judgmental by commenting about his drinking but she would have given anything for some relative to have saved her from any one of her foster homes and done whatever they’d ask in gratitude. Though, when she thought about it, Mary Margaret and David were practically the next best thing and she’d given them plenty of teenage attitude at the time. Especially when it came to the year she would give anything to forget.

“Did he throw a fit when you decided to quit school for the band?” She asked, hoping to steer the both of them into less painful and mine filled waters.

He looked up with a small grin, “It was his bloody idea. Liam didn’t want to leave me to my own destructive devices and since the band had been steadily building momentum he was loath to relegate shows to only weekends and holidays while I was in my final year. He put it up to a vote with the others and they agreed. And since I didn’t have a licence yet and therefore couldn’t do my share of the driving I spent my time on the road reading anything and everything I could get my hands on. I’m fairly certain I got a better education that way than I would have otherwise.”

“So is that why you guys were the Jolly Rogers first? A bunch of pirates driving all over England to pillage seedy pubs for fame and fortune?”

“Something like that,” he chuckled, his grin widening.

She grinned back, feeling somewhat proud that she’d been able to somewhat keep herself from completely depressing him with her curiosity. As much as she’d obsessed over him when she was younger she was surprised by how much she actually didn’t know about him, even though she’d just berated David for taking gossip as truth. There was a part of her that itched to know more about him, the real person and not the persona she and millions of fans thought they knew. Their little chats on the bus and in the small bits of down time just weren’t enough and suddenly she had an idea on how to fix that.

“Alright, where to Jones?”

“Er, what?” He asked, his confusion at her non sequitur furrowing his brow.

“I’ve never been to this city before and I know you have so you are now my de facto pirate tour guide.”

“Swan,” he sighed, though his smile was growing by the second, “I’ve only been here twice and both times I only had a few hours to explore, which back then was usually as many bars as I could get to before sound check. I’m probably the last person that should be leading you around this fair metropolis.”

“Too bad-” she jumped up off the bed and began looking for the shoes she’d kicked off as soon as they’d walked through the door earlier that morning, “Google ‘things to do in Cincinnati’ and pretend that you know what you’re talking about. Then I’ll pretend to be impressed like every other time you think you’re being all too cool for school and worldly.”

“Too cool for school?” Killian repeated incredulously. “What are you, twelve?”

“Twenty-eight,” she said absently, grinning triumphantly as she extricated one shoe from under the desk and spotted the toe of the other poking out from under the bed Killian was sitting on.

“Twenty-eight and apparently have no idea how to stroke a man’s ego so he’ll want to do ridiculous favors for you,” he muttered.

She looked up at him sharply and got an eyebrow wiggle in return. With a huff she sat back on her bed to slip on her shoe, “I don’t need to stroke a man’s anything to get him to do stuff for me.”

“Oh, really?” He asked incredulously. “And what pray tell do you do?”

Gladly rising to the challenge she straightened from her bent position she subtly arched her back and blinked owlishly at him, nearly grinning in triumph at the way his mouth parted slightly and he sucked in a breath. She did let a small smile grace her lips as she pointed to the shoe under the bed.

“Can you grab that for me first?”

He nodded, a little slack-jawed, and as soon as he bent over the side of the bed she relaxed her posture. When he came up with the shoe she was waiting with her hand out, her brow raised and a shit-eating grin all in place. At his look of indignation she kind of wished she’d had her phone ready to get a picture of it.

“That’s- that’s bloody manipulation, that is!” He spluttered, slapping her shoe into her palm.

“Ooo, someone’s got their panties in a twist. All I did was ask you to get me my shoe,” she said innocently, putting the shoe on. “Come on Tour Guide, show me the good stuff.”

“Unbelievable,” he growled, but he was shaking his head and smiling. He stood and moved back to his own room, shouting through the open door, “I expect you to pay for whatever unique culinary delight we’ll inevitably be trying. Fool me once, Swan.”

“Shame on you,” she cheerfully called back.

Making sure she had her phone and room key she shot off a text to everyone who needed to know where they were going. It was a request from Regina that she had chafed at and ignored at first, until she began being recognized in the streets and the paparazzi had started following her around. After one incident that had had her holed up in the backroom of a used bookstore with a dead phone, no one’s number memorized and a show that had been only a couple of hours away Regina had put it in her tour contract that she had to be in contact at all times. She still chafed at practically being under her manager’s watchful eye like a toddler but she and Regina both agreed that it was better than being saddled with a handler instead. At her insistence Ruby, Tink and Will were also in the group text so Regina wouldn’t try to hound them about her whereabouts thinking they could be hiding her.

Her phone chimed as she debated whether or not to put on a sweatshirt or her leather jacket.

Rub a dub: you know you could leave me out of this now right?

and ease up on the guilt trip I’m taking you on? no way! She responded, deciding on the sweatshirt and tying it around her waist.

Rub a dub: jokes on you, girly, i’ve got a front row seat

to what? She sent, suspicious and wary about what Ruby could mean.

Rub a dub: if you’re asking you’re not ready to know yet.

Emma glared at her phone for a moment before sending multiple texts demanding Ruby to explain herself that all went unanswered. She growled in frustration and turned to glare at Killian who was once more leaning on the door jamb, chuckling.

“Ruby’s being an ass,” she gave as an explanation, shoving her phone in her back pocket. Then she got a good look at what Killian was wearing, “Is that a Reds hat? I thought you didn’t know the city that well. Why do you have a hat for their team?”

“Oh, you’re a big baseball fan then?” He asked, clearly surprised.

“David is, I’m more of a fan of the way the pants fit. Plus the Reds had that jersey with no sleeves last year. Arms like those tend to stick out in a girl’s memory,” she said dreamily, remembering just how well the players wore those particular jerseys. Then she mentally shook herself and nodded at the hat, “You didn’t answer my question.”

His lips quirked in amusement, lightly touching the hat’s bill and then the sunglasses that she hadn’t noticed hanging from his shirt collar, “I’ve found that it’s the easiest way to blend into the crowd. When we were at the height of… everything it was hard to even step out of the hotel without getting mobbed. Liam discovered, quite by accident mind you, that people didn’t expect to see us dressing ourselves down and to be fans of the local sports teams. Unfortunately it means I have a wide array of ball caps that one would consider quite a collection if they weren’t solely for a practical use. If I had a choice I would have donned the hat from Pittsburgh but I’m not quite sure what rivalries are predominant in this city and I’d prefer not to be verbally insulted over the wrong choice.”

Emma gave a surprised laugh. Just minutes before they’d been having a somber conversation that could have dragged the rest of the day down. Instead they were joking around about baseball and overzealous fans.

“Should I put on some super elaborate disguise too?” She looked up at him with a teasing grin. “I could get a wig or maybe some of those glasses with the fake nose and mustache attached.”

Killian snorted, “As entertaining as that would be I think you’ll be fine, love, as long as you don’t wear the red leather.”

Feeling offended for half a second she begrudgingly agreed with him. Her red leather jacket was her signature look, she’d worn it for all three of her album covers and went out on stage wearing it for the first half of the show. It was as much a look as it was a kind of armor, one she’d been wearing for much longer than she’d been famous for it. Having Killian tell her not to wear it, no matter how practical the advice was or that she’d already decided on a sweatshirt, had her suddenly feeling vulnerable.

“Do you… um, do you have a hat I could borrow?”

He looked at her for a moment before nodding and moving back into his room. She followed, shoving her hands in her pockets to keep from hugging her middle to keep herself steady.

As much as the room was identical to hers and Tink’s, the boys’ room looked like a tornado had run through half of it. There were clothes strewn across the far, unmade bed, a rifled through duffle bag under the window, and a tray of mostly-eaten room service food on the desk. In sharp contrast the closer bed was tidily made, a small orderly stack of books and notebooks on the bedside table closest to it. Killian was sorting through one of the drawers of the bureau near the foot of it.

“We’re staying for one night and you put your stuff in the drawers?” She asked incredulously, moving closer to his nightstand to see what books he was reading.

“If it makes any difference-” she looked over at him and saw that he had the bill of a red hat clenched tightly in his hand as his gaze darted between the nightstand and her, “I only unpacked enough for the two days we’re here. Er, looking for something, Swan?”

“Just wanted to see what you were reading,” she said cautiously. Feeling that she’d accidentally hit on yet another touchy subject she stepped back and waved her hand towards the bureau, “But that’s not important, you really took the time to unpack stuff for only two damn days? Do you also set all your stuff out on the bathroom counter with a ruler to make sure it’s all lined up perfectly?”

“Do you want to stand here nit picking my travel habits or do you want to go explore the city?” Killian asked pointedly, stepping forward and holding the hat out to her though she could see the tips of his ears turning pink.

“Fine, let’s go-” she grinned, grabbing the hat. Catching sight of the logo on the front she held it up with a sigh, “Really? Red Sox? Is it because I’m from Maine?”

“Would you rather wear the Yankees cap?” He challenged.

She shuddered, adjusting the snaps so it’d fit, “Never. David would kill me if I was photographed in it and I’d never be allowed to step foot in Storybrooke again.”

“Do you have a preference then?” He looked back at the drawer, “As I said I have quite the array.”

“This is fine,” she said, trying to sound like it was a burden when she really didn’t care. Grinning she put on the hat, pulling her ponytail through the opening in the back. When she looked at Killian for approval he was watching her with a half grin on his face, “What? Did I somehow put it on wrong?”

“Nothing of the sort, Swan,” he said softly. Then his grin widened “Shall we?”

“Lead the way, pirate guide.”

What followed was a day unlike any Emma had ever had on a tour before. They roamed the streets of the city with Killian making up facts about the various things they saw and their history as she egged him on, resulting in ridiculous stories that had her laughing until she was crying. To her delight they ended their excursion sitting in the upper tier at a Reds game, thoroughly enjoying themselves as just two faces in the crowd. Though, when it came time for the kiss cam she found she was surprisingly disappointed that the camera hadn’t been trained on them. It wasn’t until they’d returned to the hotel and spent an hour moving back and forth between each other’s rooms before parting ways for the night that she figured out what Ruby had meant about having a front row seat.

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By Chance Chapters 9-10

A misunderstanding gone viral puts you on BTS’s radar, which leads to a series of events that finally culminate with you meeting them for the first time.

✚ Pairing: Sub!BTS/Female Reader ✚ Word Count: 2.8K ✚ Rating: M ✚ Warnings: None. ✚ A/N: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of my imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Read on AO3 / Chapters 1-4 / Chapters 5-8

Chapter 9: The Guests

"Do you already know which artist is performing that day?" Your friend asks over the phone while you eat your toast with one hand and hold a script with the other. Reading it doesn't need your full attention, and based on what this movie seems to be about it doesn't look like it deserves it anyway.

"No, not yet." You reply absentmindedly, taking another bite of your toast while seriously contemplating just giving up on this script halfway through reading it. You doubt it's redeemable at this point. "It's in like a month anyway. They said they would tell me first before announcing it, though."

"This is so exciting!" She almost squeals, and you close the script before throwing it in the trash. You lost count of how many times it was written that the male protagonist couldn't keep his eyes from your cleavage. "I can't believe you're hosting again. I've been waiting for this to happen for years!" You can't help but laugh at her dramatics.

"It feels as surreal as the first time, honestly." You eat the last bite of your toast and pour yourself another glass of orange juice. You did enough freaking out to last a lifetime when you hosted the show for the first time a couple years ago, so this time you're excited but definitely not on the verge of a nervous breakdown like last time.

"Who do you think will be performing?" She asks, and you realize that you hadn't thought about that at all. "Oh my god what if it's BEYONCÉ?" She damn near screams that last part, and your brain immediately screams NO at that. You're still embarrassed at what happened last year, and you don't know when you'll be able to face her again without feeling mortified.

"Who knows?" You quickly reply. "Maybe it'll be like Ed Sheeran or something."

"Maybe." She responds, way less excited than when she thought Beyoncé was a possibility. "Anyways, tell me when you know, okay? My break is almost done so I gotta go."

"Will do. Bye, love you!"

"Love you too, bye!" You hang up and stretch your arms over your head, already feeling stressed.

What if it was Beyoncé? It would be the third time you see her and even though she was incredibly lovely when you apologized and explained what happened the first time you met, that did nothing to erase the embarrassment you still feel today. You don't really think she would perform in a regular episode with you as the guest either, but now you can't help but feel anxious about it.

They said they were going to tell you who the artist was in the next few days, so for now all you can do is wait and try to not overthink too much.

Easier said than done.

Three hours ago, taking a nap because it was raining and the temperature had dropped just enough for it to be perfect for sleeping had seemed like a great idea. It's not the first time you do it, the day called for it, and since you didn't have to work today it was okay to relax and rest for a bit considering that in a couple days you'll start shooting again.

Completely harmless.

Except it wasn't.

You wake up thanks to some very loud thunder, and you snuggle deeper into your covers to continue sleeping. Another thunder disrupts you again, so you decide to look at the time and see if it's even worth it to try and sleep some more. But instead of being greeted with the time once you turn your phone on, you're greeted with 50 missed calls and texts from over 30 conversations.

"What the fuck?" You mumble to yourself, rubbing your eyes to try and see a little better.

Around 30 of the missed calls are from friends, and the rest are from your publicist and agent. You scroll down the conversations until you reach the message you got first, and the name makes you think you might understand what happened.

SNL Producer.

2 hours ago.

Hello [Y/N]! I'm just writing you to let you know before we post it on social media, that the musical guest on your episode will be BTS. See you soon!

Well, now you have no doubt that's definitely it.

You read through the messages as fast as you can and manage to reply to several before you're interrupted by your publicist calling.

"Hi, sorry. I was taking a nap." You quickly say.

"Don't worry, I just wanted to let you know that the internet exploded two hours ago."

"Because of BTS?" You ask, pulling the covers off of you and sitting on the edge of your bed. "That's not news, it happens every other week."

"Well, yes, true—" She agrees. "—but we don't care about those times, we care about this now because it involves you." She pauses for a second. "Check what I just sent you." You remove your phone from your ear and put her on speaker before opening the message notification.

It's the screenshot of an Entertainment Weekly tweet.

Exclusive: @BTS_twt and [Y/N] will finally meet and we couldn't be more excited

4,5K replies, 190K retweets, 380K likes.

"How the fuck did that get so many likes?" You blurt out, eyes wide. Your hear your publicist laugh heartily.

"It's more now, actually. The screenshot is from 10 minutes ago. And it's because BTS retweeted it."

"Oh, right." You say, shaking your head at yourself. You should've known. "That makes sense."

"It would be even better if you had a twitter account yourself so you could retweet and even send them someth—"

"My mental health." You interrupt her, rolling your eyes as you fall back again on the bed. You've lost count of how many times she's tried to have you make new accounts already. "Remember how I had to start taking antidepressants because of social media?"

"Right, yeah. The mental health thing." She sighs. "You could always have someone manage them instead of yourself, you know."

"Yeah, and then I'd be constantly checking what's been posted and what people have replied to every post." You hate talking to her about this, because even though she's great at her job and mostly understanding, she still complains about what a loss it is that you're not on Instagram and Twitter.

"Fine. I'll drop it." She pauses for a second. "Anyway, the reason why I called is to know how much do you know about these guys."

"I know a bunch of their songs. I've been listening to that song they did with Nicki, Idol— it's so catchy and the video is so random but so great." You conveniently leave out the detail that the reason you like the video so much is because they look beautiful in those suits while simultaneously looking like the cutest human beings on Earth with their other colorful outfits— especially in those sweaters with cartoon characters and the ripped jeans. "I actually watched a bunch of their music videos back when the whole behind the scenes stuff happened." Moments from their Blood, Sweat and Tears music video pop into your mind, but you immediately redirect your thoughts elsewhere. That video makes you feel way too many things that you should not be feeling while talking to your publicist. "They're so talented." You quickly add, sincerely. "I was thinking about watching some interviews soon to see what they're like. I haven't really watched any of that."

"Good! I was going to tell you to do that. These guys are like a publicity machine. If they approve of you, their fans will like you."

"Weeell..." You say, grimacing a little. You're not so sure about that. "Either that happens or they see me as a threat to them and decide I'm not good enough to be near them, and get a hashtag calling me a demon trending first worldwide."

"Well, based on the replies to that tweet I think many of them are excited. The international fans at least, I don't know about their Korean fanbase."

"And also, do not call them a publicity machine. They're actual people, you know." You sigh. "And that's not the reason why I will try to know more about them. It would be disrespectful to meet them without knowing anything about them. And please, stop seeing artists as only publicity opportunities. I told you I hate that!"

"That's literally my job, love. And whatever your good person reasoning is, I don't care. Just do that." She pauses. "And now I have to leave you, because unlike you I actually have to work today. See ya." She hangs up before you can say anything, and you take a deep breath.

She can be a goddamn handful, but even when she acts without emotions she always does things the way you want them and is very accommodating. She's good at her job.

You finally get out of bed and walk to the kitchen, where you left your laptop. But before you can do anything, you have an incoming FaceTime call from your best friend. She must've just read your reply to her 50 angry texts because you didn't tell her who the guest artist was going to be on your Saturday Night Live episode before the rest of the world found out.

"Heeeeeeey." You say innocently once her face appears on screen.

"Why didn't you tell me?! I had to find out on Twitter!"

"Okay, to be fair, you found out before I did. I was dead asleep when the producer texted me." You leave the phone standing against a glass of water and open your laptop. "So I had no chance to tell you before they announced it."

"Ugh, fine." She groans, rolling her eyes. "Anyways, are you excited?"

"I haven't had a chance to feel anything. I woke up to a thousand texts and calls and then my publicist called me." You open Youtube and start typing BTS to see what suggestions pop up first.

"Oh right, cause you went viral again. People on Twitter lost their shit over it."

"Yeah but they always do when BTS does something so it's not like it's new." You reply, a bit distracted.

BTS on crack?

"Okay, yeah. That's true." She agrees. "What are you doing?"

"Homework." You reply, scrolling through the endless results you got after clicking BTS on crack.

"Alright then, keep your secrets." She jokes, shaking her head. "I have to go anyway, I'm going out tonight." You blow a kiss in her direction.

"Have fun!"

"I always do! Bye!" She hangs up as you open a video titled "bts being crackheads for 5 mins straight".

You only need to watch a couple minutes to realize what type of videos these are. You have seen a couple of yourself that are edited similarly, but they were titled "[Y/N] being chaotic in interviews" and another one about you being extra— and you'd thought they were very funny.

A recommended video catches your eye, because it has hundreds of thousands of views.

RUNBTS 1-23 Best Moments

You have no idea what it is, but judging by the amount of views and the tiny amount of dislikes, it must be something good.

Time to start watching.

Chapter 10: The Surprise

"Do you think he will be angry at us for keeping it as a secret?" Hoseok asks, ear pointed at the bathroom door. He's doing his best to listen if the shower is still running, which means that Jungkook is not coming out just yet.

"No, he'll be too excited to be angry." Namjoon replies, waving his hand dismissively. "Jimin, don't blurt it out as soon as he comes here." He warns him, and Jimin looks completely shocked, not to mention offended. He searches for the support of the other guys with his eyes, but he finds that they're all looking at him the same way Namjoon is.

"What? Me?" He asks, pointing at himself. "Why me?"

"You're a terrible liar when you're excited about something." Taehyung says, and Jimin just stares at him with an angry pout.

"I'm not." He says, crossing his arms.

"You are." Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok and Jin say at the same time. Jimin refuses to dignify that with an answer, so he just stays silent with his angry pout still in place.

"The shower stopped." Hoseok says suddenly, craning his neck to listen better— and everyone goes silent. Not too long after, they hear it opening and Jungkook comes out drying his hair already dressed for bed.

"What's going on?" He asks, stopping suddenly when he sees them all standing there in the most suspicious way possible.

"Nothing!" Jimin suddenly says, way more excited than they had told him he was allowed to look.

"Jungkook, when did you say [Y/N] was going to be on SNL?" Hoseok asks, trying to not give himself away with the tone of his voice.

"April 13, why?" He continues to dry his hair, looking at the boys with narrowed eyes. He doesn't know what they're trying to do, but based on that question it seems like it has something to do with you. Maybe they want to watch the episode with him, since they're going to be in America by the time it airs anyway.

"So, we didn't tell you this before it was truly confirmed because we wanted it to be a surprise..." Namjoon starts, and Jungkook stops his movements.

They can't be telling him what he thinks they're telling him, right?

There's no way.

"But we'll be performing on SNL on April 13." He finishes. The towel drops from Jungkook's hands, and he just stares at them with no clear expression in his face.

"I thought he'd be more excited." Taehyung whispers in a confused tone to Namjoon, who lifts up a finger in response, signaling for him to wait.

"Give him a sec—"

"WHAT?!"

After a lot of happy screaming, a half an hour long videocall to his parents and a big glass of warm milk to calm him down, Jungkook is finally sitting down on the couch with the rest of the boys so they can explain how things went down.

"Jimin-Hyung, I can't believe you didn't tell me." Jungkook says, shaking his head with a surprised smile.

"We wanted to keep it from him, too." Yoongi says. "But he listened to us talking about it and we had to let him in."

"It was really hard to keep it a secret!" Jimin complains. "Because I was so excited. But I did so well, didn't I?" The rest don't really pay attention to him, except for Namjoon, who nods and gives him a thumbs up. Jimin isn't pleased with so little praise, but he takes it anyway. It's better than nothing.

"Ah, I'm so nervous." Jungkook says, unable to stop himself from grinning even though his face already hurts from smiling so much. He brings his knees up to his chest so he can hide his face in them, suddenly blushing. Even after he explicitly heard you talking about them, you still feel so far away from them that it almost doesn't feel real that they're going to meet you in a month.

"She already said she wanted to meet us—" Jin adds casually, and Namjoon has to hold back a sigh of relief because he's finally talking about you without getting nervous two seconds later. "—so you've got nothing to worry about."

He's come a long way since his confession a few months ago— even if Namjoon and Yoongi are still the only ones who know about his secret— and that lifts a huge weight from Namjoon's shoulders. It means that it's less likely he'll become instantly flustered the moment they see you for the first time, because if Jin gets nervous because of you in front of the cameras, everyone will notice and then talk about it— and Namjoon is sure that is the last thing Jin wants.

It doesn't take them long to realize it's futile to try and talk about the logistics of their performance with Jungkook right now, because he's barely paying attention to them. His grin has remained steady and unmoving from the moment they told him they would perform on the same day you're hosting, and they know it's going to continue that way for the next few days.

He'll be able to focus again once the initial shock passes and he finally realizes that yes, this is actually happening.

They are going to finally meet you.

Long after everyone has gone to bed, Jungkook lies still awake in bed, fully aware that he's not sleeping any time soon. He's still feeling giddy with happiness; he can't believe that they're going to actually meet you, and in a place where they will actually get to spend time with you, at that. He will get to talk to you, to actually be close to you and maybe, if he's lucky and brave enough, he might even get to hug you.

He'd fantasized about maybe seeing you in an awards show one day, but this is so much better than anything he could've imagined.

April 13 can't come soon enough.

Thank you so much for reading! Comments, asks, whatever you like is more than welcomed!

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twokinkybeans · 4 years

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Stark On Ice Chapter 3: 7 A.M.

7 A.M.: “Seriously, another romantic song? What the fuck, Steve.”

Peter bites down his bottom lip at Tony’s snarky reply to the song reveal. It’s Monday morning, and they’re discussing their plan for the upcoming week. They’re looking at their seventh show already and from now on they’ll have to perform two choreos rather than just one. It’s safe to say that Tony is stressed. He’s tired. Tired of the intensive training for a sport he’d never done in his life. Tired of the country’s eyes on him. Of course, he’s used to being in the center of attention, but never before had his sexuality been such a hot item. Peter knows how much pressure there is on him right now, and he doesn’t really blame him for feeling on edge. However, he will not allow the man to scold their friend and coach just like that. “Tony, come on, it’s-” “Oh,” Tony waves his hand dismissively. “Shut up.”

What?

Peter scoffs and raises from his seat. Tony’s lips part and Peter can see the regret crossing his face. He feels bad for the man, but he’s not going to let himself be treated this way. He doesn’t want to practice lifts when the man is this tense. So he grabs his bag and sighs. “Alright, then. Go home, take care of yourself. I’ll see you tomorrow.” “Wha-” He hears Tony’s dumbfounded voice behind him. Peter simply ignores it and lets out a small breath when the door falls shut behind him. He almost feels guilty about walking away without saying another word. Without giving Tony a chance to speak.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow they’ll discuss it properly.

He heads towards the rink downstairs and smiles at the familiar, comforting cold when he steps inside. It’s not like Tony is the only one who’s made sacrifices to participate in the contest. It’s been too long since Peter just… Skated. No choreo, no teaching, just flowing wherever the music takes him. Since it’s only 7 am the rink is still nearly empty. Peter sits down at one of the benches and slides his feet inside the skates. He doesn’t even bother taping his ankles the way he usually does to protect his skin. He won’t be on the ice too long anyways. He- “Hey, Pete.” Peter turns around and is surprised to see MJ standing on the ice and leaning on the edge of the rink. “Hey hey,” he replies, forcing a smile on his lips. He enjoys seeing her, but somehow the little incident with Tony has crept under his skin. “Trouble in paradise, huh?” “Ugh, Tony’s a genuinely nice man, but he’s awfully stressed out and taking it out on Steve and me.” “So you left?” “Mh-mh.” “Cool. That’ll do him some good. Now get your ass over here and skate with me.”

Peter smiles and gets up, letting his worries glide off his shoulders when he feels the smooth ice allowing him to slide across. This is where he belongs most. This is where he feels free. MJ grins and grabs both his hands. She too is meant for figure skating. Her grace, her passion, her- Peter frowns and tightens his grip on her hands a little. His head snaps up worriedly. Her fingers are rough and chafed. And thin. “Michelle,” he breathes quietly. The girl freezes right where she stands, and he feels the tension rising in her body. “Peter, it’s nothing I swear.” “Then how did you know what I was gonna say?”

MJ presses her lips together and pulls her hands back. She crosses her arms in an attempt to hide them. Peter takes a quick glance at her body and feels panic rising in his chest. He hadn’t been paying attention. Hadn’t seen it coming. Her thin frame is showing more bone than it usually does. He spots how she tried to use a thicker pair of leggings to cover it up, but he knows her. “It’s…” MJ sighs. She knows that he knows. “It’s not as bad as it used to be.” Her voice is small and defensive. Scared. Peter’s heart tugs at his chest and he bridges the gap between them. MJ relaxes slightly in his hold. How hadn’t he seen it earlier? “Has anyone… Said, y’ know, stuff to you?” Peter asks carefully. MJ shakes her head right away. “Not directly. It’s...” Her voice trails off, and she stares at her toe picks. “YouTube is different than national television. People have strong opinions. If they don’t like Clint, they hate me. If they love Clint, they hate me. I… My thoughts… They try to come up with a solution on how to fix that.” “Em…” “Peter, please. Don’t worry about it too much ‘kay? I’ve already told Pep. She’s getting me a referral to Dr. Banner again.”

Peter stares at her in awe and tears cloud his vision. “I am so proud of you,” he chokes out and hugs her again, more tightly this time. She’s been struggling again, but… She spoke to her coach about it. Pepper is fantastic, she’ll definitely make sure MJ gets the care she needs so much. He feels her smile against his cheek, and he sighs. It’s not the first time she’s struggled with food. It’s hard, in the ice skating world. Most skaters have… a handful of bad habits to cope with the stress of upholding their physique and nailing every performance. Peter has a bad habit of not taking good care of his blistered toes until he literally can’t walk. Sometimes, he pulls an all-nighter just to watch stupid movies on Instagram or TikTok or whatever, because the thought of laying down in the dark by himself is too much. It’s not right, but… He thinks he’s still doing reasonably well. Not aiming for the Olympics definitely helps. The thought alone has him shudder.

MJ nudges his side, and the movement has him break from his string of thought. “Wanna skate together?” MJ’s posture stills show how uncertain she feels, but her eyes light up at her mere suggestion, so Peter can’t say no. He never could. Not his skating partner and friend. “Of course, I… Did you eat this morning?” MJ presses her lips together again, but nods. “I… Yeah. I did. Not much, but enough to train. I promise.” “Good. Alright, let’s go through Watermelon Sugar?” “Ohhhh yes, I’d love that!”

Breathe me in, breathe me out, I don’t know if I could ever go without.

After an hour of training, Peter called for a break. In all honesty, he just didn’t want MJ to overtrain. He invited her into his little studio for a second breakfast instead. She’s seated at his kitchen table now while Peter preps their meal. “So about you and Tony-”

Her sentence is cut off by Peter’s phone vibrating on top of the kitchen counter. Incoming Call: Tony Stark. For a split second Peter debates whether he should ignore or pick up. He low-key wants to hear what Tony has to say. He taps the green button and brings the phone to his ear, sliding his other hand through his hair nervously. “Hi, Tony.” “Peter, hey.” Quiet. “Thank you for picking up.” “Yeah.” “I… I am sorry about this morning. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you,” Tony whispers. “Or Steve, of course.”

Peter frowns a little, but a smile creeps onto his face. He honestly hadn’t thought that Tony Stark would apologize this soon. “Mmmh, apologies accepted, Tony. Thank you for calling me. I’m sorry too, I probably shouldn’t have left.” “Would… Would you be up for a cup of coffee later? My treat, of course.” Peter eyes MJ real quickly. The girl, who has already figured out what’s happening, waves her hand quickly. “Go!” she mouths. Peter grins. “Yeah, sure thing.” And feeling a little bold, he adds. “Only if you come to pick me up in one of your fancy cars personally.” Both MJ and Tony snort in unison. “Deal.”

Peter sips his mocha latte and groans quietly when a dot of whipped cream sticks to his upper lip. He sucks his lip into his mouth and sighs contently. Only then he realizes that Tony is watching him. Peter blushes, and-

Oh god. He blushed. He blushed. Nononono-

“I, eh,” he stutters and puts the mug down. He wants to say something but he has no clue what. He can’t shake the feeling that the way they’re hanging out now very much resembles a date. God, especially since MJ showed him this… fanfiction thing earlier this morning. He’s heard of the phenomenon before, but never in his whole life did he think that one day people would be writing about him. MJ told him ever so seriously that she had, in fact, read some of them, and she’d been gushing about this Superhero AU where Peter is a kid with spider powers and Tony a mechanic that built a metal suit to fight off Earth’s greatest villains. As she explained the plot, Peter had to admit it did sound rather creative. No clue why someone would give him weird insect powers, but if it works, it works, right?

It’s just that he… He never quite realized how smitten he is with Tony until MJ quoted a love scene, causing Peter to feel this stab of jealousy in his chest because fiction-Peter could have Tony, and he couldn’t. So now, with Tony watching him like that, it seems like a slight overload of his senses. It has him paralyzed. Good or bad, he hasn’t figured out yet. Thank God it’s Tony who breaks the silence between them.

“I wanted to apologize for earlier today, Peter. I’m not sure what came over me, I… I panicked.” Tony sighs and stares at the floor. Peter’s earlier worries moving to the back of his mind. He feels they’re treading on thin ice. “Y’know Peter, my dad… He was very much against homosexuality. Always warned me. Threatened me. I know he’s not here to judge me anymore but… It feels wrong that the entirety of the US knows now… It’s- I don’t-” Tony can’t seem to find the right words and he casts his eyes down. His fingers curling around the ear of the mug a bit too tightly. His knuckles white, other hand pressed into the wooden table. Peter swallows. Carefully, he reaches out for Tony’s shaky hand. “Hey,” he whispers. “I’ve got you.”

Tony lifts his head slowly at those words. Peter’s heartbeat picks up rapidly when he sees Tony’s longing, no- yearning stare. Could this mean… It feels far too intimate and yet not close enough where their hands are touching. Peter slowly curls his fingers to drag the tips across the back of the man’s hand. Tony clears his throat. “I…” his voice sounds squeaky and tense. “It feels wrong that the entire US has seen how I fell in love with you, and I barely even registered it.”

Peter can’t seem to breathe anymore. He blinks. Once. Twice. Did Tony really just say that? He feels sweaty, hot all over. Flustered, confused. He opens his mouth only to shut it again and blows his cheeks up- a stupid nervous tick. Tony’s hand twitches underneath his own, and then the man tries to slide it back. “Peter, I’m so sorry, I thought maybe-” Peter grabs Tony’s hand more tightly. “ Yes. ” Peter rushes as he suddenly finds his voice again. “Tony... Yes. I feel the same way.”

Both men stare at each other intently. Their hands painstakingly close, yet they both press into each other a bit more. Peter’s gaze drops to Tony’s slightly parted lips. Oh, how he wants to kiss him. How he wants to feel the rough stubble against his cheeks. He wants to taste the dark, bitter espresso lingering on the man’s tongue as they breathe into each other. When Peter looks up, he can see the exact same thoughts crossing Tony’s mind and he gasps. The older man groans and pulls his hand back quickly.

“We can’t. Not… Not in here, Peter.” “Too public, I get it.” “Yeah.” “I-” Peter’s voice is cut off by the sudden loud ringtone playing from Tony’s phone. The man curses under his breath and grabs it from the table. “Shit, it’s Happy. I gotta take this one,” Tony apologizes, and Peter nods. The boy leans back in his chair and licks his lips absentmindedly as he gestures for Tony to pick up. He doesn’t quite follow what Tony says to his assistant. Chauffeur. PA. Whatever Happy’s function is. All he sees is how Tony’s expression darkens and he knows it’s not a good sign. Tony rambles on and then ends the call. Peter tilts his head. “You have to go, don’t you?” Peter sees the way Tony’s expression falters and sighs when the man nods. Confirming his suspicions. “I am so so so sorry, you have no idea how badly I want to stay here, with… With you.” Tony’s voice sounds so soft and gentle, and a downhearted smile tugs on his lips. Peter wants to bridge the gap between them and kiss him anyways. Make him stay. But he knows that Tony runs a business. If it’s important, it’s important. “Go. We have time.” “Yeah,” Tony breathes. He leans forward again and quickly squeezes Peter’s hand. “We do.”

Peter watches how Tony grabs his jacket and gives him one last dazzling smile before hurrying out of the little cafe. Peter huffs a bewildered breath now that reality crashes down on him. He smiles into the distance as he picks up his mocha latte and chuckles to himself when he realizes he’s counting down the hours until tomorrow morning, 7 am. That’s when they’ll see each other again in the rink. He smiles when he realizes that their song is, indeed, yet again, a romantic song.

I been tryna call I been on my own for long enough Maybe you can show me how to love, maybe

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#adult peter parker #starker #stark on ice #figure skating au #peter parker #tony x peter #peter x tony #tony stark #fanfiction #fan fiction #fandom #fanfic #fan fic #marvel #mcu

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iwaswritingmywayout · 4 years

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BTMH: Chapter 7: Angry Russian

Music was playing in Minako’s ballet studio, Okukawa Minako Ballet, as Y/N was hunched over, one hand over her heart, the other on the barre.

“Maybe he just wanted an excuse to take a break,” Minako said, her arms crossed.

“Please, don’t say that. That’s what I suspect too, but…” Y/N said. She didn’t want to think about the fact that she truly could just be Seonghwa’s excuse to take a break from skating, and that when the season finished, he’d return to Russia and she’d be alone all over again. To be honest, that thought really scared her. She was finally close to Seonghwa, and she had a chance to end up with the guy she was interested in, even if it was very far away, and very small, but it was still a chance.

“You decided to keep skating, didn’t you? You need to take advantage of Seonghwa! Okay, let’s get you slimmed down!” Minako said before doing a twirl and lifting her leg into the air.

“O-okay,” Y/N said.

‘Minako is a ballet instructor. She used to travel the world as a dancer.’

Y/N was seen running up the steps to meet Seonghwa and Makkachin at the top. When she got there she had sweat on her face, and was breathing heavy. That had been her fifth time running up the stairs.

‘When I was younger, I spent more time in her ballet class than at home. I even started skating because Minako urged me to.’

Y/N was jumping up and down a wooden bench, as Seonghwa sat on the other side. The bench was surrounded by beautiful cherry blossoms, and it was a pleasant distraction during the exercise.

‘She always cheered me on, but she likes to meddle, too.’

Y/N jumped into a crouch on the bench before sitting down fully.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Seonghwa asked.

“No,” Y/N responded.

“Any ex-boyfriends?” Seonghwa asked.

“N-No comment.” Y/N stuttered out.

Seonghwa moved closer to her on the bench. She sweat dropped again. ‘Is he being flirty, or is this his personality? I really cannot tell anymore,’ Y/N thought to herself.

“Let’s talk about me! My first girlfriend was—” Seonghwa started before getting interrupted by Y/N.

“Stop!” Y/N said frantically, waving her arms.

Seonghwa put his head down in his arms and sighed, defeated. It was quiet for a bit until Makkachin decided to bark, which caused Y/N and Seonghwa to turn around.

“Y/N, what’s that castle over there?” Seonghwa asked.

“Oh, that’s Hasetsu Castle. Inside is ninja house,” Y/N said, the last sentence being said in English.

“Really? Ninjas?!” Seonghwa said in English.

Seonghwa rushed over to the castle, before handing his phone to Y/N so she could take a picture of him in front of the castle. He held Makkachin while holding up a peace sign.

“Hasetsu Castle! Let me see! Let me see!” Seonghwa said as Y/N handed him the phone.

“Who’s that good-looking foreigner?” A person said.

Seonghwa posted it onto social media. “Hashtag “#ninja”! Yes!”

Due to Seonghwa adding the location to his picture, it confirmed that Seonghwa really was becoming Y/N’s coach. Articles and twitter posts started to pop up, all featuring Seonghwa and Y/N.

Back in St. Petersburg, Jongho Plisetsky was on his phone, scrolling through social media. His cat, Putya (Puma Tiger Scorpion), was resting on his chest. He saw Seonghwa’s post pop up on his feed and he furrowed his brows, starting to get angry.

“Hasetsu Castle? Does he want to become a ninja or something? I finally found you. Just you wait, Seonghwa,” Jongho said.

Hiroko opened the front door of Yu-topia Katsuki, and Mari followed her. They were shocked to see several reporters crowding around the front door.

“Is it true that Seonghwa is here?” A reporter asked.

“Comment, please!” Another reporter said.

“Can we share a bath with him?” A stranger asked.

“It’s been a long time since we had so many customers,” Hiroko said, a small smile present on her face.

“Seonghwa’s here, right?” A reporter asked.

“Excuse me! We’d like to film a special feature!” Another reporter said.

“Wh-what the hell?” Takeshi said.

“I want to learn how to skate, too!” A stranger said.

“Me, too!” Another said.

“Oh…” Takeshi said.

Meanwhile at Ice Castle Hasetsu, Seonghwa enter with a bluish-gray sweatshirt and sweatpants.

“Oh my god! He’s super hot!” A stranger said.

“He’s really good-looking,” another said.

“C-can I take a photo with you?” Another asked.

“Please let us interview you!” A reporter said.

“Apparently Seonghwa’s at Ice Castle.” Someone said.

“Oh, wow!” Another person said.

Y/N had been exercising a lot, jogging, doing ballet, doing crunches, and carioca.

A week later, Jongho landed in Hasetsu.

“Wow, creepy!” Jongho said, before taking a picture of an ugly pig that he saw. “Crap, no! If I post this, Yakov will know I’m here!”

Jongho continued to walk, making his way though a market. “Seonghwa’s been uploading tons of pictures with this city tagged… Hey! Where’s Seonghwa?! Seonghwa!” He shouted. He continued to walk and he saw a black sweatshirt with a tiger wearing a bow-tie on it. “Wha- My god…” Jongho took his sunglasses off. “That’s awesome fashion!”

Jongho, being Jongho, had to purchase it, and then put it on right after. He couldn’t resist taking a photo and posting it on Instagram. A few moments later, he received a call from Yakov who saw it.

“Jongho! Why are you in Japan, too?!” Yakov shouted.

“Oops, you found out?” Jongho said. He held the phone away from his face as Yakov started to shout at him.

“You know how important this time before your senior debut is, right?!” Yakov said.

“I told you! I’m not coming back to Russia until Seonghwa makes good on his promise!” Jongho said, hanging up the phone. “That geezer’s such a nag! I have my own plan, okay?”

Jongho continues to walk, looking down as he drags his suitcase behind him, he smiled a little and looked up.

“Where am I? Seonghwa!” Jongho said.

This got the attention of an old man fishing at the side of the road. “Oh? Are you a fan of Seonghwa’s? There’s a skating rink below the castle. Try there,” the old man said, pointing down the road.

Back at Ice Castle, Axel, Lutz, and Loop held back a crowd of fans from entering Ice Castle.

“Come on, let us watch!” A fan said.

“It’s reserved, and it’s a private practice season! Go home!” The triplets said.

Jongho pushed past the crowd and the triplets, rolling his suitcase behind him.

“Hey, you can’t go in there!” Lutz said.

Jongho turned around and the triplet’s mouths dropped.

“Huh?” Jongho said.

“Jongho Plisetsky!” The triplets said.

“He’s the junior world champion,” a fan said.

“Seonghwa’s inside, isn’t he?” Jongho asked.

“Come in, come in,” The triplet’s said.

Meanwhile, Y/N jogged up the stairs, breathing heavily. When she finally made it to the top, she ran past axel, lutz, loop and jongho, slamming her arms against the door and letting out a sigh of relief.

“Finally here… I’m exhausted,” Y/N said, still breathing heavily.

“Y/N…” the triplets said.

Jongho stood where he was, trembling.

“Y/N…” the triplets said again.

“Hey, get this! My weight’s back to what it was before the Grand Prix Final!” Y/N said happily.

Axel, Lutz, and Loop were pointing to Jongho who stood behind him, but Y/N didn’t notice because she wasn’t facing him. Jongho was standing there, a dark shadow cast over his face.

Y/N clasped her hands together, smiling widely. “Now I’ll finally get Seonghwa’s permission to skate!”

As Y/N pushed the doors to Ice Castle open. Jongho basically yelled, before sending Y/N flying back with a hard, back roundhouse kick. Y/N bounced off her face, smacked into the front desk, and fell flat onto her back with her arms splayed out. Jongho then stepped on her face with a yellow-and-black tennis shoe.

“Ow!” Y/N shouted, very loudly.

Her shout was loud enough that it made Seonghwa stop skating. “What happened?” He asked, stepping out of the rink, putting his blade guards on, and walking to the front are.

Jongho continued to grind his shoe on Y/N’s face.

“It’s all your fault. Apologize!” Jongho said.

“U-Uh, sorry, sorry?” She said. ‘Why is he here? And why’s he furious at me?!’ She thought to herself.

The triplets decided to take pictures instead of helping her out.

“Hey, pig!” Jongho said.

At that point, Seonghwa had made it to where they were but Jongho didn’t realize it. Seonghwa crossed his arms and looked at Jongho in a disapproving way.

“Ow! That hurts! Stop!” Y/N said, starting to tear up. He was really hurting her. He was a lot stronger than her and he was stepping on her really hard.

Seonghwa felt very bad, he could tell she was in a lot of pain just from the way she spoke. Her voice kind of cracked, like someone does when they are trying not to cry.

“Fatso! Pig!” Jongho said.

“Jongho, take your foot off of her face,” Seonghwa said.

Jongho glared at Seonghwa. “Oh, so you can come to Japan to coach her, but when I get angry that she took you away I’m the bad guy?” Jongho said angrily.

Y/N was just sitting on the floor, not even sure what he was talking about. “What?” She asked.

“He promised me first that he’d choreograph a program for me. What about you?” Jongho said.

Y/N wasn’t even sure what was going on. She didn’t know how such a young man can contain so much anger.

Y/N put a hand on her face, wincing when she felt the part he rubbed his foot on. She knew she’d develop a bruise there. She always did bruise easily.

“Huh? We haven’t gotten to talking about programs or anything yet,” Y/N said.

“Huh?” Jongho said, stomping angrily. “You make him take a whole year off, and to do what?”

Jongho walked closer to her, and she walked back, holding her hands up.

“Isn’t getting him as a coach enough? As if a girl who sobbed in a hallway at the Grand Prix Final can change at all just be getting Seonghwa as a coach!” Jongho said, mocking Y/N.

Seonghwa was shocked. He had no clue her performance at the Final upset her so much that she cried. She must have been so disappointed in herself, especially after seeing everyone talk about whether she was going to retire or not. He shook his head before returning back to the ice rink, starting to skate the short program he was going to use that year.

“I don’t really get the whole picture, so you should ask him yourself,” Y/N said.

‘Seonghwa came all the way to Hasetsu because he wanted to. Just to become my coach,’ Y/N thought.

#born to make history #ateez x reader #seonghwa x reader #xreader #yuri!!! on ice

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sandriinehebert · 4 years

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say hello to my (revamped) little friend :)))))

lea michele has been my idol and source of inspiration ever since i was 11 years-old. i looked up to her and loved her and supported her. i met my two closest friends because of glee and lea. she’s the reason i got into glee, and glee is the reason why i decided to join roleplay years ago. i owe so much to lea. that being said, i do not support, condone or accept her alleged behavior. i knew about her being self-centered and difficult to work with, but i never thought i would log online some night searching for instagram photos for sandrine and find out all of that. i was reading the twitter thread all night long and watching a decade of my life disappear before my eyes. i know my feelings are worth nothing and are completely irrelevant & meaningless compared to the gravity of the situation that brought out all of these allegations. i also want to point out this is not a representation of mine or sandrine’s views on racism, bullying, performance activism or politics.

one of the first things that came to mine was sandrine and this group. i never bragged about being original, so it should come as no surprise that sandrine took a lot of characteristics from lea. her bubbly and lively personality, the tiny but mighty energy, the italian family background, the singing part, the cooking, the love of beauty, everything from her looks to her voice, it screams lea michele when i think about sandrine. changing her faceclaim was not an easy thing to do, because it implies changing this character i cherish with all of my heart. anyway, here’s a list of things that will change about sandrine from now on / things that will stay the same.

changes:

the faceclaim. lea is sephardi jewish (of turkish and greek descent) as well as italian. try and match that, it’s hard. plus, finding someone who is as expressive and joyful as sandrine is difficult too. i decide to use demet özdemir (who’s of turkish, bulgarian and german descent from what i read). compared to lea, i don’t know anything about her whatsoever. i lurked through gif tags and photos and she seems promising. if i don’t feel good using her, i will change to leighton meester and review, once again, the family background. (shoutout to lina for helping me, a true life saver!!!! <3)

alessandra “sandrine” serafina hébert. her last name changes. it is no longer lombardi, but hébert. (pronounced eh-bert in english, or hey-ber in french because the t is silent, i did some genalogy research and the surname hébert was, in some parts of the province, adapted from german so it fits with demet).

her age. sandrine is 30 turning 31 in september instead of 33 going 34.

her parents’ name. i will not redo the whole family post i did ages ago, but they all get a change of name and history. adamo is now only adam, and he’s 33 instead of 35. christian hébert is her father and monica evans is the mother. corinna remains corinna. christian’s father’s last name was actually esmer, but he changed to hébert when he moved in order to try and fit in the community. the whole italian family storyline goes in the garbage bin, but since, historically speaking, traditional quebecer values are not that different from family, food and making babies, i’m good with that! i am absolutely not familiar with turkish and canadian history & relations so i have a lot of research to do there just to feel comfortable with this. i knew more about italo-québécois from school and from writing a paper about this community, hence why i felt no discomfort using cultural and historical aspects in sandrine’s story. montréal has the second largest turkish community of canada from stats i found, so, still, it’s not completely off either.

her career in ice skating / the reason she quit. sandrine will still be a successful figure skater who was amongst the best of her province, but i’ll twist things up. i won’t have her quit at 18, rather at 20. because (drum roll) i will give her a love interest. she started doing couple figure skating competitions at 17 and fell in love with her partner. they dated for three years, that innocent first relationship kind of love and he broke-up because he felt like he was too young to commit. hence why she still believes no one will ever love her as much as she loves them.

her timeline will go like this: at 20 she quit ice skating and dropped out of university. from 20 to 24 she stayed at home in montréal with her parents. from 24 to 26, she was roommates with adam in boston. and from 26 to now, 30 going 31, she is living on her own, running her salon in devinstone.

what stays the same:

lea’s voice is sandrine’s voice. when i write dialogues (which means 99% of all of my replies bc i can’t write), i hear lea’s voice. sandrine’ voice and singing voice will remain lea’s. that is unfortunately something i can’t let go of.

she’s still lea’s height even if demet is 5″7.

she still has 2 of lea’s tattoos: the coffee mug and the musical notes.

she’s still a beautician. that does not change one bit! she still loves cooking. she still loves being annoying.

i will not delete any posts from before. i have so many faceclaim posts and instagram photos queued that some might slip away but those, i will delete them if i notice they get posted on accident. my queue has over 40 posts so it glitches and doesn’t always show me what’s in there.

everything else. she’s still the reincarnation of poppy from trolls, anna from frozen and pinkie pie from my little pony. big dumb dumb energy and all!

a faceclaim change should not be that big of a deal. but i’m a big baby who adored a celebrity for so long and i’m learning a hard lesson right now. i will proceed to changing her icon, theme, url, and to send a whole new biography to the main in the next couple of days. the main will also be contacted when they’ll come back to tumblr. since i don’t have discord, i couldn’t contact them sooner. i need time to process everything and to change sandrine’s muse without losing it. thank you for reading all of this and i am truly sorry if me using lea michele as a faceclaim ever offended any of you. i owed all of you an explanation and an apology as to why it takes so much time to change everything (idk who sent me this anon about me having to change my faceclaim but i was aware i had to do so since the moment i read the first tweets so i hope you didn’t worry about that too much). again, i’m sorry. stay safe, ily guys! <3

#biography.#devinstone.ooc

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jukeboxjulian · 4 years

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( TOM HOLLAND / CIS MALE / TWENTY FOUR / HE/HIM/HIS ) i always seem to run into JULIAN EVANS at jukebox records. i’ve heard that if the REGULAR CUSTOMER had to choose one go-to record, it’d be SAVES THE WORLD by MUNA and that they can be CARING but also kind of SHY. for some reason, they always make me think of FINGERS CALLUSED FROM GUITAR STRINGS, TOO MANY SCARS TO COUNT, and THE TOO GOOD TOO PURE FOR THIS WORLD CINNAMON ROLL MEME. — ( alyssa, 27, pst, she/her/hers )

hi everyone!! I’m alyssa and I am super super new to tumblr rp... as in, this is my first time ever roleplaying on here in a group (eek)! I’ve been roleplaying for over 15 years now (seriously) and am usually used to forums and 1x1, so I’m excited to try something new :) I tend to write a LOT - as in if you don’t shut me up, I will give you thousands and thousands of words for replies hehe. anywho, julian is one of my favorite muses ever and I’m so excited to bring him here!! without further ado, here is my sweet baby angel precious baby panda, julian!

TW: child abuse, domestic violence, and alcoholism.

background | past & present

julian was born julian tyler evans on march 28, 1996, in santa barbara, california, to claire evans and dylan porter. if you ask him, he’ll tell you he has one parent - his biggest inspiration and his role model, claire. julian inherited all his best traits from claire: his kindness, his determination, his passion, and his ability to care for everyone and anyone. as a pediatric nurse, claire worked long hours throughout the majority of julian’s childhood, but still managed to stay exceptionally present in her son’s life and parent him through a tumultuous relationship.

dylan is out of the picture. julian has a few happy memories with his dad prior to the age of six, but the majority of their relationship is mired in trauma. dylan always had problems with alcohol, even prior to having julian, but those issues worsened when he lost his job in the early 2000s. seemingly overnight, the dad that julian once knew vanished. what started as a loving father-son relationship turned into a twisted game of cat and mouse, and julian found himself walking on eggshells in his own home. more often than not, julian spent his nights covering the bruises and scratches dylan gave him earlier in the day. julian and claire quickly became ER regulars, and he learned to sew his own stitches before his fourteenth birthday.

the abuse julian endured forced him to turn his pain and doubts inward. the overly happy and energetic child version of julian disappeared, replaced by a cautious and quiet boy who didn’t dare rock the boat for fear of retaliation. throughout his difficult childhood, julian found solace in one thing - music. as the son of two musicians, julian learned guitar and piano before he learned to form proper sentences. a natural knack for the craft led julian to pick up bass, drums, and production at an early age (though guitar and piano are still his first loves). the majority of julian’s high school years were spent locked in his room, perfecting one beat for several hours or layering vocals late into the night.

his best friend, danny, is perhaps the only thing that kept julian’s head above water throughout his childhood. julian and danny met in the orchestra room in middle school when neither of them had friends to sit with at lunch. the two boys became best friends instantly and helped each other through their childhood struggles - danny helped julian survive his dad’s abuse and julian provided danny with a safe space after coming out to his homophobic parents.

julian and danny moved to san francisco for college. it was there that they met zoe and kevin through an on-campus a cappella group. the four bonded immediately through a cappella and now play together in a band (and live together as roommates). you can catch them playing gigs around town, and you’ll probably catch julian outside the venue two hours later having in-depth conversations with every person who showed up for their show. the stage is the one place where julian comes alive - he’s a natural performer and sheds his shy persona easily when he’s in his element.

outside of the band, julian works as a second grade teacher, and occasionally works in the stacks at the local library during the summers to make extra money. he adores children and spends most of his free time coming up with lesson plans and songs to teach his kids in an engaging way. adorable elementary school teacher by day, hot musician by night: the julian evans story.

personality

julian is the definition of the “beautiful cinnamon roll, too good, too pure for this world” meme. he cares deeply and intensely about the people he loves, and he’s the most loyal friend you’ll ever have. julian is the friend who will hold your hair back while you puke. he leaves granola bars in his roommates’ cars when he knows they’re not eating enough. he goes out of his way to care for everyone he meets without expecting anything in return.

with that being said, julian is a bit of a doormat. this largely stems from his history of abuse - he’s used to thinking that things are his fault, and that it’s easiest to accept the blame and not rock the boat, even when he’s in the right. he’s the guy who won’t mention that the waiter got his order wrong at a restaurant because he doesn’t want to make them uncomfortable. you could shoot julian in the heart and he would apologize for bleeding on your clothes.

julian prefers lyrics to discussions. he’s a producer and a songwriter above all else, and he finds it much easier to express his feelings through music than through conversation. when his back’s against the wall - when he’s experiencing intense ptsd or anxiety or sadness or anger - he locks himself in his room and writes music.

as someone who craves deep, lasting connections, he isn’t one to have lots of acquaintances or fair-weather friends. he can count the number of close friends he has on one hand and he likes it that way. it’s hard for julian to open up to people initially, but once you get through his quiet exterior, he’ll let his guard down and stick with you no matter what.

in terms of romantic relationships, julian is tragically heterosexual. like in his friendships, julian is the type of person who wants a long-term, stable relationship. since his childhood, julian has always been a hopeless romantic, constantly searching for the girl who will finally make him understand the love songs he’s listened to his whole life. he’s painfully shy, which means he has a hard time approaching girls he’s interested in, and most girls don’t take the time to crack through his quiet exterior. with that being said, the girl who does end up with him for the long haul is in for a very loving relationship.

headcanons

around his friends, julian is the quintessential chaotic aries. he WILL set the kitchen on fire because he moves too quickly while cooking and will try to do backflips in the living room just to prove he can.

julian is a fantastic cook and a terrible baker, because he gets too distracted to properly follow directions. he’s also been a vegetarian since he was 13. his favorite food is his mom’s eggplant parmesan.

he has a small garden on the balcony of his apartment, where he’s trying to grow vegetables and flowers. he says hi to the bees that show up every morning and has names for all of them, even though he can’t tell them apart.

julian loves his music more than anything and tries to form deep, lasting connections with the fans of his band. he remembers every person he’s met and always tries to connect with people, even though it’s a bit draining for him as an introvert. he’s terrible at social media and has no idea how to work instagram live, but tries to do it anyway to connect with the fans.

julian will listen to anything and everything - kpop, death metal, folk, rap, the works. he drives his roommates up the wall by blaring music at all hours of the day.

he has a pit bull named belle that he adopted from the shelter. she’s his best friend. he also has four aunts, and was basically raised in an intersectionally feminist sex-positive witch coven. yep.

producing is julian’s biggest passion, followed closely by songwriting. he produces all of his band’s songs and enjoys collaborating with others on production. it’s the one area where he feels confident enough to be himself.

for someone so shy, julian is super comfortable with his sexuality and won’t stand for toxic masculinity. he and danny used to do drag, but he hasn’t had a ton of time for it recently. he is also very confident in the bedroom, which surprises a lot of people. hehe.

julian is a boxer. what stemmed from a need to defend himself turned into a genuine passion - it’s easy for him to turn his brain off and focus when he’s working out. that being said, you’ll only find him at the gym in the wee hours of the morning, when he doesn’t have to be around too many people. he is an introvert, after all :)

julian is dyslexic and has pretty terrible vision, so he needs glasses. he usually wears contacts, but the first girl to tell him she thinks he looks cute in his glasses will steal his heart.

#jukeboxintro #( intro )#sorry I wrote so much there is SO MUCH to julian u guys will see #eeeeep

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fortheheavenssake · 4 years

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💟💟 PG MM Anon(II) 💟💟 Interpretation Collection - 7

43. June 10

MM ANON … Gone……………everything is now B&W…………… “ but’ tomorrow is another day”………… “ but old thing, I look like bloody Bela Lugosi” ………… “ shutup Philip”……… “ just Take the bloody picture “.………”they’ve hardly ever been on a train William “………… “ yes , they’d be very excited 😜 “ ………… 🎼we’re all going to the zoo tomorrow 🎼…………… she lies for exposure……… yachting’ secret exposure !! …………… this time it’s explosive!! ………… “ great scoop Beth.”

*Entertainment purposes

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU DEAR MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

JUNE 10/2020. RIDDLE #43

Gone…….everything is now B&W…………… “

OUR WORLD HAS COMPLETELY CHANGED. I DO NOT HAVE TO TELL YOU THIS, YOU ALL ALREADY KNOW THIS.MANY ARE ARE FEELING IT, FEAR, ANXIETY, WHAT HAPPENS NEXT? GONE, IN A FLEETING MOMENT, BOTH SIDES OF THE ATLANTIC. STATUES HAVE BEEN DESECRATED AND TAKEN DOWN. OR WORSE YET A LONDON BASED AMERICAN MUSEUM COORDINATOR HAS TWEETED WHAT CHEMICALS TO USE TO DESTROY STATUES AND THE LIKE. OK WHERE WILL THIS GO? THERE IS NO GREY ANYMORE, ITS AS CONCRETE AS IT GETS BLACK AND WHITE. BUT LIFE IS NEVER SO SIMPLE. LIFE IS NUANCED WITH A ZILLION SHADES OF GREY.

“but’ tomorrow is another day”…………

THE LAST LINE IN GONE WITH THE WIND, AFTER RHETT BUTLER SAYS TO THE GORGEOUS VIVIEN LEIGH PORTRAYING SCARLETT OHARA, FRANKLY MY DEAR I DON’T GIVE A DAMN. CONTROVERSIAL LANGUAGE AT THE TIME. THEY TOOK FOREVER TO CAST THE ROLE OF SCARLETT BECAUSE THE BOOK WAS SO POPULAR THEY NEEDED AN ACTRESS THAT PEOPLE HAD ENVISIONED.I USED TO HAVE THE MOVIE POSTER THAT I BOUGHT AT AN ANTIQUE SALE, NOW I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT HAPPENED TO IT. SHE SHRUGS HER SHOULDERS AND SAYS AH WELL TOMORROW IS ANOTHER DAY. GREAT FILM. IN NO WAY GLORIFIES THE OLD SOUTH. SHOWS HOW CUNNING AND RUTHLESS FEMALES HAD TO BE TO SURVIVE.

“ but old thing, I look like bloody Bela Lugosi” ………… “ shutup Philip”……… “ just Take the bloody picture “.………”they’ve hardly ever been on a train William “………… “ yes , they’d be very excited 😜 “ …………

PHOTOS RELEASED TODAY ARE MARVELLOUS, NOT TAKEN BY CATHERINE BUT BY STEVE PARSONS. THIS TOOK PLACE DURING THE PHOTO SESSION. HIMSELF THINKS HE LOOKS LIKE THE FABULOUS BELA LUGOSI. CLASSIC HORROR STAR FROM THE 1930’S. HMTQ IS HAVING NONE OF HIS BEHAVIOUR TODAY. TYPICAL HIMSELF JUST TAKE THE BLOODY OR IS IT F****** PICTURE🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂.

HMTQ IS TALKING TO WILLIAM, ANTICIPATING THE ARRIVAL OF THE CAMBRIDGES. THE CHILDREN HAVE NEVER TAKEN THE TRAIN. I AM CERTAIN THEY WILL ALL HAVE LOTS TO TELL GAN GAN AND HIMSELF. WILLIAM IS CHERKY IN HER WINKY REPLY THAT A TRAIN RIDE IS MORE EXCITING THAN TIK TOK OR WHATEVER THE YOUNG ONES FANCY.

🎼we’re all going to the zoo tomorrow 🎼……………

CLASSIC CHILDREN’S SONG. I BET EVEN LITTLE LOUIS WILL BE ABLE TO TAKE PART IN THE BIRTHDAY TIK TOK PERFORMANCE FOR THE BIRTHDAY GENTLEMAN. HOW I WOULD LOVE TO SEE THAT VIDEO💜💜💜💜💜💜.

she lies for exposure……… yachting’ secret exposure !! …………… this time it’s explosive!! ………… “ great scoop Beth.”

WELL WELL WELL, WE ALL KNOW MADAM IS A LIE MACHINE. CONSTANTLY GRINDING THEM OUT. SOMEONE HAS BOTTEN INTO WHAT FORMERLY HAS BEEN SCRUBBED OFF HARD DRIVES, THE INTERNET. OR IS SOMEONE TALKING, A CAREFULLY CURATED SOURCE? SOUNDS LIKE THIS TIME IT WILL GO PUBLIC AND IT WILL BE EXPLOSIVE. EVERYTHING IS EXPLOSIVE THE LAST FEW WEEKS. SO WHO IS BETH THAT GOT THE GREAT SCOOP, MEANING A GREAT STORY FOR PAPERS OR OTHER MEDIA IE ONLINE OR MAGAZINE. ELIZABETH HOLMES HAS BEEN WRITING ABOUT THE ROYAL FOR YEARS. SHE ALSO SPENT A DECADE OR SO WORKING AT THE WALL STREET JOURNAL. I WONDER IF THIS IS THE “BETH” IN QUESTION WHO MAY HAVE SUSSED DETAILS ABOUT DINO YACHTING EXPLOSIVE DETAILS.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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44. June 11

MM ANON …… dib dib dib……… one metre before July …………care-ing monarch online ……… 🎼What picture,what a photograph 🎼………… DOC museum of photography ? ………. Columbus falls……… “ I shall insist it’s the best TTC old thing “ …………a trace race. ………… Sunday Balmoral?? ………… “ plenty of fresh air for them” ……… “ in the lodge” ……… “C&C can stay here” ……………” your good at this zoom lark old thing “…………… “Group Of eight, a dinner party “

*Entertainment purposes

✝️✝️🌈🌈🌈💟💟THANK YOU DEAR MM ANON💟💟🌈🌈🌈✝️✝️

JUNE 11/2020. RIDDLE#44

I CANNOT BELIEVE IT IS 44 RIDDLES ALREADY!☺️

dib dib dib……….

DIB DIB DIB IS DO YOUR BEST. BOY SCOUT CODE. ROBERT BADEN-POWELL STARTED THE WELL KNOW ORGANIZATION IN 1907. THERE IS A STATUE OR A SITUE REALLY, YOU CAN SIT NEXT TO IT IN POOLE. THERE WAS REAL CONCERN THAT PROTESTORS WERE GOING TO DESTROY IT. I POSTED THAT EARLY THIS MORNING HOW THE LOCALS STOOD UP AND AROUND HIM PROTECT8NG THE STATUE. NOW THE COUNCIL HAS PROVIDED SECURITY UNTIL IT CAN BE REMOVED. HOWEVER, AN ONLINE PETITION HAS ALREADY 15,000+ SIGNATURES TO KEEP IT. TIME WILL TELL. THE PROTESTORS HAVE A PREMADE LIST OF STATUES AROUND THE WHOLE COUNTRY. THIS HAS BEEN RESEARCHED FUNDED AND PLANNED FOR QUITE SOME TIME.

one metre before July …………

THE HOPE AND PLANS ARE , ALL THINGS BEING EQUAL AND THINGS CONTINUE, THAT PHYSICAL DISTANCING GUIDELINES WILL DECREASE FROM THE TWO METRE IT HAS BEEN TO REDUCED TO ONE METRE BY JULY. OH WON’T THAT BE MARVELLOUS. THEN 🤗 HUGGING.

care-ing monarch online ………

TODAY HMTQ AND THE PRINCESS ROYAL HAD A ZOOM MEETING CALL WITH HEALTH CARERS, THE EFFORTS OF VOLUNTEER WEEK. IT WAS HMTQ’S FIRST ZOOM CALL MEETING. THE CARERS WERE EXPECTING PRINCESS ANNE AND WERE BEYOND GOBSMACKED DELIGHTED THAT HMTQ WAS THERE AS WELL! JUST IMAGINE THAT! BIG EXCITEMENT FOR SURE.

🎼What picture,what a photograph 🎼………… DOC museum of photography ? ……….

OUR CATHERINE HAS BEEN SHOWING US SOME OF THE PHOTOS IN THE VARIOUS PRE DETERMINED CATEGORIES, FOR THE HOLD STILL, PHOTO EXHIBIT. IT IS TO DETAIL HOW ENGLAND HAS DEALT WITH THE PANDEMIC FROM DIFFERENT VIEWPOINTS. THE TIC TAC TOE ONE THROUGH THE GLASS WINDOW WITH A CHILD PLAYING ON ONE SIDE AND A SENIOR ON THE OTHER IS VERY TOUCHING. THERE IS STILL TIME TO SUBMIT SHE SAID YESTERDAY. THEN THE TOUGH JOB OF PICKING THE 100 PHOTOS FOR THE EXHIBIT. I HAVE SAID THIS BEFORE, I HOPE THEY MAKE IT INTO A BOOK.

Columbus falls………

ANOTHER VICTIM. THE STATUE OF CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS IS BOSTON WAS BEHEADED LAST NIGHT. NO RESPECT. WILL THEY GUARD EACH PUBLIC PLACE IF POLICE ARE DEFUNDED? THE MAYOR HAS ORDERED AN INVESTIGATION AND DISCUSSIONS ON WHETHER THE REMAINING PART SHOULD BE REMOVED.

“ I shall insist it’s the best TTC old thing “ …………

TWIN TRACK CANTILEVER RAIL TRAVEL. HIMSELF IS INSISTING THIS IS THE BEST WAY TO GO TO BALMORAL. CAR TOO LONG, PLANE TOO SHORT. PLUS SHE HAS HER OWN TRAIN!

a trace race. …………

IT IS HARD TO KNOW THESE DAYS IF YOU ARE REFERRING TO THE U.K. OR AMERICA. I SHALL PICK THE U.K. ON MAY 29/2020, , U.K. LAUNCHED ITS TEST-AND-TRACE SYSTEM. EVEN PEOPLE WITH NO SYMPTOMS AT ALL WOULD HAVE TO QUARANTINE FOR 14 DAYS. SAID TO BE VOLUNTARY BUT IF PEOPLE DID NOT COMPLY THEY COULD BY LAW BE MADE TO COMPLY. AS OF ONE HOUR AGO, AN ONLINE REPORT SAYS 31,000 CONTACTS AND 85% OF THOSE HAD BEEN CONTACTED TO ISOLATE AND 8,000 HAD GONE ON TO TEST POSITIVE FOR COVID-19.SO IT REALLY TRULY IS A RACE TO TRACE.

Sunday Balmoral?? ………… “ plenty of fresh air for them” ……… “ in the lodge” ……… “C&C can stay here” ……………” your good at this zoom lark old thing “…………… “Group Of eight, a dinner party “

THE BEST PART OF MY DAY, FOREVER ALWAYS DEAR MM ANON💜💜💜. HIMSELF AND HMTQ IN THE SITTING ROOM. THEY ARE NOW BINGE WATCHING, MY SUGGESTION OF BOARDWALK EMPIRE. FOR THE CLOTHES AND MUSIC ALONE ITS FABULOUS. SOUNDS LIKE THEY HEAD UP TO BALMORAL ON SUNDAY. LOOKING SO FORWARD TO THE CAMBRIDGES COMING, PLANNING STUFF THE LITTKE ONES TO DO.ENJOY ALL THINGS OUTDOORS. SOUNDS LIKE THE CAMBRIDGES WILL STAY AT THE LODGE. CHARLES AND CAMILLA ARE COMING AND THEY CAN STAY RIGHT IN BALMORAL PROPER. HIMSELF IS GIVING HMTQ GOOD COMMENTS ON HER ZOOM MEETING, HER VERY FIRST. WHAT A MODERN QUEEN WE HAVE!! DINNER PARTY OF EIGHT OK LET’S SEE HMTQ, HIMSELF, CHARLES, CAMILLA, WILLIAM, CATHERINE, TWO MORE?? HARRY AND ????😁😁😁😁

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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45. June 12

MM ANON …… my BFF , sacked……… mr President,welcome ……… on mental health ‘ goal……… “they’ll still turn up old thing “………… “ they won’t see anything Philip “ ……… Boris,incandescent!! ……… “🍕 Pizza night children “………… “ thecrown old thing “ ……… “ NO!!” ………… “ we haven’t finished peakyblinders” ……… “ bloody brummies” ……… “ PHILIP!!………… Sydney ‘ we’re out of your refreshment sir “ ………… WHAT!!

*Entertainment purposes

✝️✝️🌈🌈🌈💟💟THANK YOU DEAR MM ANON💟💟🌈🌈🌈✝️✝️

JUNE 12/2020. RIDDLE#45

my BFF , sacked………

WELL WELL WELL, THE SWORD OF JUSTICE HAS BEEN WIELDED, AND SHE DID IT ALL BY HER OWN ARROGANT SELF. MADAM’S BFF JM, I KNOW YOU ALL KNOW THIS ALL SO I WONT GO INTO EVERY DETAIL. BUT ALAS POOR 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂I CANNOT HELP MYSELF, YOU SEE GOD GAVE US FREE WILL, SHE MADE HER OWN CHOICES. SHE CHOSE TO GO AFTER A FELLOW FEMALE CANADIAN, 🇨🇦, WOC, RELATIVELY UNKNOWN, SASHA EXETER. HEY DEAR, LADYKINRANNOCH, YOU HAVE BEEN THINKING EXETER IN YOUR RIDDLES, HERE IS GODS SENSE OF HUMOUR AND AFFIRMING YOUR INSTINCTS THAT EXETER WOULD PLAY A MAJOR ROLE!!!! THE COURAGEOUS BLOGGER WENT PUBLIC, GOT A FAUX WRITTEN SM APOLOGY FROM THE WOKE JM LOOKING AFTER HERSELF. LITERALLY MINUTES LATER JM MESSAGED HER ABOUT “Liabele suit”. I GUESS THAT IS A NEW LAW 🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂. SO SHE WENT PUBLIC AGAIN, SASHA I MEAN, SHOWING THE MESSAGE THE TIME OF IT AND CORRECTING QUEEN JM ERROR ON LIBEL. WELL SINCE THE, JM HAS BEEN SWIFTLY DROPPED BY EVERYONE. NO MORE PUBLIC SHOWING OFF, HER INSTAGRAM FOLLOWERS DROPPING LIKE FLIES. YESTERDAY I SAID MADAM WOULD GHOST HER. CHECK THE DM. SHE HAS DISTANCE BUT ONLY IN PUBLIC. WHAT KIND OF TOMFOOLERY IS THAT? HOWEVER THEY HOLD MANY SECRETS BETWEEN THE TWO. ITS COMING RACHEL, TICK TOCK. CLOCK 🕰. I WONDER IF SHE HAS BLOCKED HER ON HER PHONE 📱?

mr President,welcome ………

NEXT WEEK POTUS IS HAVING HIS FIRST RALLY IN TULSA, OKLAHOMA. A STATE WHERE HE IS VERY POPULAR. THERE IS A DATE IN AMERICA AND ACTUALLY A HOKIDAY IS SOME PLACES CALLED JUNETEENTH, I HAD NEVER EVER EVER HEARD OF THIS BEFORE BUT IT IS ON THAT DATE. THERE WAS THE END OF SLAVERY CENTURY OR MORE AGO A VIOLENT MASSACRE TOOK PLACE. ESPECIALLY IN THE SWIRLING GLOBAL TIME THIS WOULD BE SEEN BY MANY AS NOT A GOOD PLACE AND TIME. HOWEVER HE IS BEING WIDELY AND HIS SUPPORTERS ARE WIDELY ENCOURAGING HIM TO COME. TIME WILL TELL.

on mental health ‘ goal……… “

THIS COULD GO ANYWHERE. BUT ESPECIALLY NOW, MENTAL HEALTH IS LOW ON THE RADAR DESPITE ALL THE GOOD WORK DONE. HEADS TOGETHER FULLY PUT SUPPORT BEHIND BLM ON JUNE 2/2020 BUT THAT HAS BEEN LOST. ONCE THINGS SETTLE DOWN, WE WILL BE NEEDING MENTAL HEALTH FORMAL AND INFORMAL HELP. BY THE WAY, THERE STILL IN A PANDEMIC. CASES IN THE NORTHWEST AND SOUTHWEST AMERICA ARE INCREASING VASTLY IN THE LAST TWO WEEKS. PROTESTS IN ENGLAND, WATCH FOR CASES TO SKYROCKET WITH THESE PROTESTS.

“they’ll still turn up old thing “………… “ they won’t see anything Philip “ ………

WORRY BY HMTQ, HIMSELF REASSURING HMTQ. SHE IS SO WORRIED THE CAMBRIDGES MAY NOT BE ABLE TO COME,DUE TO THE STATE OF THE WORLD. HIMSELF REASSURING HER THAT THEY WILL BE SHIELDED FROM THE NEDIA BY THEIR PARENTS, AND ARRIVE SAFELY AND SECURELY.

Boris,incandescent!! ………

SO MUCH FOR THE PREVIOUS PLANS TO HAVE THE SOCIAL BUBBLE INCREASE THIS WEEKEND. THE WORLD IS ON FIRE, QUITE LITERALLY IN SOME PLACE. THE WORD INCANDESCENT , MM ANON, IS PERFECTO, TO DESCRIBE BOTH HIS RAGE AND THE FIRES, MAYHEM, ANARCHY TAKING PLACE.NOW A CURFEW IN LONDON. HIS PMSHIP HAS FACED SO MUCH DIFFICULTY. COVID, HIS COVID NEARLY DYING, CAME BACK TO WORK SO SOON, THE DOMINIC CUMMINGS CONTROVERSY WHICH SEEMS YEARS AGO NOW, THE PROTESTS MAYHEM, DESTRUCTION , ERASING OF HISTORY. BY THE WAY, RACHEL, YOU’RE ERASING FROM PHOTOS , IN BRITISH HISTORY IS ALREADY IN PROCESS. THE LEGAL PART IS IN PROCESS. TIFK TOCK. CURFEW, STATUES BOARDED UP AND METAL SHIELDS AROUND THEM, TWO SEPARATE ROUTES FOR PROTESTERS TOMORROW IE BLM AND THOSE THAT WANT STATUES PRESERVED AND WANT THEIR VOICES HEARD. MARCHES CANCELLED FRIDAY BUT SATURDAY TWO SEPARATE ROUTES WILL BE POLICE CONTROLLED SND NO VIOLENCE WILL BE TOLERATED. EXPECT HUGE CROWDS AND A HUGE POLICE AND POSSIBLE MILITARY PRESENCE TO MAINTAIN CIVILITY.

“🍕 Pizza night children “………… “ thecrown old thing “ ……… “ NO!!” ………… “ we haven’t finished peakyblinders” ……… “ bloody brummies” ……… “ PHILIP!!………… Sydney ‘ we’re out of your refreshment sir “ ………… WHAT!!

WELL SEEM THE CAMBRIDGES HAVING PIZZA NIGHT AS SO MANY DO ON FRIDAYS.

WINDSOR CASTLE SITTING ROOM. HIMSELF AND HMTQ ARE DISCUSSING DVD’S. HEY I TOLD YOU YESTERDAY THAT THEY WERE BINGE WATCHING BOARDWALK EMPIRE PER MY SUGGESTION. WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT?? SYDNEY, SYDNEY YOU ARE IN TROUBLE WITH 💜💜PG💜💜😁😁😁WHERE ARE MY DVD’S😁🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂. I KNOW THE UK IS IN DIFFERENT DVD ZONE BUT YOU MUST HAVE ALL THE ZONE DVD PLAYERS RIGHT??

WELL HIMSELF ASKS IF SHE WANTS TO REWATCH THE CROWN BUT SHE REMINDS HIM THEY WERE STILL ON PB BORROWING FROM CATHERINE’S COLLECTION. HE IS MUTTERING THE NICKNAME FOR THOSE FROM BIRMINGHAM, WHERE PB TAKES PLACE BASED ON A BIRMINGHAM STREET GANG IN THE EARLY 20TH CENTURY.HMTQ DOES NOT LIKE THE USE OF THAT TERM SCOLDING HIM. OH MY STARS, BEVVIE TIME AND THEY ARE OUT OF BODDINGTONS😮😮😮😮😮😮😮 🍺 🍺 🍺. NOW THIS RIGHT HERE IS A NATIONAL EMERGENCY FOR HIMSELF.

PLEASE STAY SAFE AND CALM DEAR HMTQ AND SIR, MANY ARE DEEPLY IN PRAYER 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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46. June 14

MM ANON …HMTQ was social distancing ……… beautiful in blue……… “ amazing bloody parade “…… to Broach the subject …… “ you looked magnificent old thing”. ……… KHAN GET IT RIGHT …… a WEE disturbing …… hugs 🤗 not bugs……… the China syndrome ……… open market 😱😱😱………… won’t ring Beijing …………… “ Ahhh, Sydney, you refreshed the refreshments “ ………” ignore him Sydney “………… “ I found an old vidio TTC , 1975 Old thing, our favourite hits” ……… “ those were ones days” ………” we looked the mutts-nuts old thing

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✝️✝️🌈🌈🌈💟💟THANK YOU DEAR MM ANON💟💟🌈🌈🌈✝️✝️

JUNE 14/2020 RIDDLE WAS FROM JUNE 13/2020

RIDDLE#46

HMTQ was social distancing ……… beautiful in blue……… “ amazing bloody parade “…… to Broach the subject …… “ you looked magnificent old thing”. ………

THE PARED DOWN TROOPING THE COLOUR WAS MARVELLOUS. HMTQ WORE AN OUTFIT FOR THE THIRD OCCASION, LAST WORN WAS BIG BROO HAHA IS IT GREEN IS IT BLUE. I SAY SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL IN EITHER COLOUR, MM ANON IS SIDING WITH BLUE. SOCIAL OR PHYSICAL DISTANCING WHILST SEATED FOR SURE. I THOUGHT WHEN THEY WALKED BACK INSIDE THERE WAS NOT QUITE TWO METRES APART BUT HEY SHE IS THE QUEEN!!! HOW GORGEOUS DID SHE LOOK THOUGH, MY MY MY. I HAVE THE PLEASURE OF OWNING THE VINTAGE BOOK, QUEEN ELIZABETH ll JEWELRY COLLECTION BY LESLIE FIELD. I GOT IT FOR MY BIRTHDAY LAST YEAR. IT WAS PUBLISHED IN 1987. IT CONTAINS SO MUCH INFORMATION AND PHOTOS. I KNOW MANY OF YOU REMEMBER THIS BECAUSE I WENT ON AND ON ABOUT HOW EXCITED I WAS AT THE TIME.🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂. THE WELSH GUARDS WERE ON DISPLAY, AS TRIBUTE TO THEM, SHE WORE HER WELSH GUARDS LEEK BROACH. NOTHING EVER EVER GETS LEFT UNDONE BY HMTQ. I AM CERTAIN IT WAS A BLESSING HAVING ANGELA KELLY WITH HER AT WINDSOR WHILE ISOLATING. SHE IS HER EVERYTHING GO TO, DRESSER , SHOE WEARER INNER, 🤣🤣🤣🤣NEW WORDS. ANYHOW I ALSO HAVE THE PRIVILEGE OF HAVING ANGELA KELKY’S MOST RECENT BOOK. A GIFT AGAIN FOR CHRISTMAS.

KHAN GET IT RIGHT …… a WEE disturbing …… hugs 🤗 not bugs………

DESPITE THE BEST EFFORTS THERE WERE SOME VERY SCARY MOMENTS IN THE U.K. VARIOUS CITIES CONTENDING WITH BLM, OTHER GROUPS AND THEN THE FAR RIGHT,FOOTBALL HOOLIGANS, EDL, ENGLISH DEFENCE LEAGUE AND OTHERS. THE OFFICIALS HAD DONE WELL TO CREATE BARRIERS AND DIFFERENT ROUTES FOR OPPOSING GROUPS BUT THE RAGE AND ANGER CAUGHT THE POLICE IN THE MIDDLE. I SO SO HATE SEEING BENDING OF THE KNEE. THIS POLICE SHOULD NOT BE REQUIRED TO GET ON THEIR KNEE EVER!! I BEND MY KNEE FOR NO HUMAN, CHRIST AND GOD ALONE, TO MY DEATH. THE CURFEW OF 1700HRS OF COURSE WAS NOT COMPLIED WITH. SO MUCH CRITICISM OF LONDON’S MAYOR KHAN. I FEEL LIKE SINCE HE HAS BEEN MAYOR HE HAS BEEN CRITICIZED GOING BACK TO HIS RESPONSE TO THE FIRST LONDON BRIDGE TERROR INCIDENT AND MANY SUCH THINGS SINCE THEN. I MUST SAY HE CANNOT GET IT RIGHT AND I AM EXTREMELY GLAD THE PM HAD STATUES PROTECTED BECAUSE I CAN SAY WITHOUT A DOUBT, I DO BELIEVE SOME WOULD HAVE BEEN DESECRATED OR DESTROYED. THIS IS SO UPSETTING.

I INCLUDED HUGS NOT BUGS IN HERE BECAUSE THERE WAS NO PHYSICAL DISTANCING AT ALL, LOTS OF SCREAMING, BLOOD, ETC, VERY FEW MASKS, NONE ON POLICE OFFICERS AND CERTAINLY ABSOLUTELY NO HUGGING. THIS IS A CESSPOOL FOR THE CORONAVIRUS TO LIVE, THRIVE AND SPREAD.

the China syndrome ……… open market 😱😱😱………… won’t ring Beijing ……………

GREAT MOVIE BUT THIS IS , SADLY, NOT A MOVIE. THE LARGEST MARKET IN BEIJING HAS BEEN CLOSED DOWN AND LOCKDOWN HAS BEEN IMPOSED AFTER COVID-19 DISCOVERED. THIS IS SO SCARY BECAUSE TIL NOW THE ONLY COVID IN CHINA WAS IN WUHAN , AT LEAST THAT IS WHAT WAS TOLD. WUHAN WAS SHUT DOWN BUT SOMEHOW IT STILL SPREAD ALL THOSE MONTHS AGO. YEAH BEST NOT RING BEIJING JUST NOW, THEY HAVE A MAJOR CRISIS. HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN THERE? AS CASES IN THE UNITED STATES SOUTHWEST AND FLORIDA INCREASE, THERE IS TALK OF THE SECOND WAVE OR THAT BEING PART OF THE FIRST WAVE. OH DEARIE ME.

“ Ahhh, Sydney, you refreshed the refreshments “ ………” ignore him Sydney “………… “ I found an old vidio TTC , 1975 Old thing, our favourite hits” ……… “ those were ones days” ………” we looked the mutts-nuts old thing

OH DEARIE ME, THANK GOD SYNDEY FOUND SOME BODDIES FOR HIMSELF😁😁😁😁😁😁 CRISIS AVERTED!!! HMTQ TELLS SYDNEY TO IGNORE HIMSELF’S COMMENTS. SOUNDS LIKE HE FOUND AN OLD VHS OF TROOPING THE COLOUR FROM 1975. GREAT MEMORIES, FAVOURITE HITS AN D THOSE WERE THE DAYS, A LINE TO MEAN REMINISCING BUT ALSO A TV SHOW, GREAT SHOW. DID YOU KNOW ARCHIE BUNKER, ALL IN THE FAMILY WAS AN AMERICAN REMAKE OF THOSE WERE THE DAYS?? I DO NOT HONESTLY KNOW WHY OR HOW MY BRAIN STORES THIS INFORMATION BUT IT DOES COME IN HANDY😁😁🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂. HIMSELF COMMENTING HOW THEY LOOKED, I THINK MUCH BETTER THAN HIS THOUGHTS. HE IS QUITE THE GENT,🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂🥰🥰

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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47. June 14

MM ANON …… Adeleville……… Westfield?? ………… Charlottes delivery …………… 🎼grab the cash with both hands🎼………… another scam charity …………… she’s a race… ist ………… she publishes the book ………………… we will destroy her, we have the tapes…… “ no more Mrs, nice ma’am!! “ ………… “ ones gloves are orf Christopher ………… “ it was a very good year,old thing “.

ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY

✝️✝️🌈🌈🌈💟💟THANK YOU DEAR MM ANON💟💟🌈🌈🌈✝️✝️

JUNE 14/2020. RIDDLE#47

Adeleville……… Westfield?? …………

SIX BLOCKS OF SEATTLE HAVE BEEN TAKEN OVER BY A VARIETY OF ANTISOCIAL INDIVIDUALS THE AREA WAS CALLED CHAZ, CAPITAL HILL AUTONOMOUS ZONE, NOW IT IS CALLED CHOP, CAPITAL HILL OCCUPIED PROTEST. SO MAYBE MADAM HAS SOUGHT SOLACE IN AN AUTONOMOUS TERRITORY ENTITLED ADEL WITH ADELEVILLE OR WESTFIELD WITH KANYE AND KIM K🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂. MADAM HAS SWITCHED HARD FROM THE ARCHEWELL FOUNDATION TO FOCUSING ON SUPPORTING BLM, WHILE OF COURSE STILL GIVING 110% OF HER ATTENTION TO COVID.

Charlottes delivery ……………

ONE OF MY FAVOURITE COSMETICS LINES IS CHARLOTTE TILBURY. I HAVE SO MUCH ITS CRAZY!!! SHE HAS BEEN PURSUED BY MULTI BULLION DOLLAR COMPANIES AND SHE HAS A COMPANY WORTH ONE BILLION AND A BIT, WHICH SHE OUTRIGHT OWNS 50% OF . SHE HAS FINALLY SOLD TO AFTER WEEKS OF SPECULATION TO PUIG, A SPANISH COMPANY. I AM SO EXCITED FOR HER. SHE WILL LIKELY CONTINUE GREAT CREATIVE CONTROL. THIS IS PUIGS FIRST VENTURE INTO COSMETICS. WOWZA ALL IN FOR OVER A BILLION POUNDS OR DOLLARS. I PRAY QUALITY DOESNT CHANGE AS SO OFTEN HAPPENS WHEN BRANDS ARE SOLD. SHE HAS SUCH A LOYAL FOLLOWING I KNIW GIRLS ARE ALREADY STOCKING UP ON HER MAGIC CREAM BECAUSE THEY ARE AFRAID THE FORMULA WILL CHANGE. CONGRATS CHARLOTTE!!!! https://www.glossy.co/beauty/what-puigs-acquisition-of-charlotte-tilbury-means-for-beauty

🎼grab the cash with both hands🎼…………

CHA CHING CHA CHING. MM ANON I HAVE BEEN WAITING JUST WAITING FOR YOU TO RETURN TO ONE OF YOUR FAVOURITES, PINK FLOYD, MONEY. SMASH AND GRAB. ANY AND ALL THINGS TO GET MONEY. NO LIMITS AND LINES , ANYTHING, DO ANYTHING FOR MONEY, POWER AND PRESTIGE. THIS DESCRIBES MADAM ABSOLUTELY TO A T. CHA CHING. I CAN HEAR THAT BASE LINE AND THE CASH MACHINE SOUND FROM THE SONG AS I TYPE THIS.

another scam charity ……………

MADAM HAS SAID NOW THE ARCHEWELL FOUNDATION WILL BE PUT ON HOLD UNTIL 2021. CAN YOU RUN A FOUNDATION IN AN ORANGE JUMPSUIT? THERE HAS BEEN WORD IN A ARTICLE TODAY THAT MADAM IS STILL MOST DEFINITELY INVOLVED WITH SMARTWORKS. HOW MANY PIES CAN YOU HAVE YOUR FINGERS IN? SW, MM, BLM, SUSSEX, ARCHEWELL, COVID, MERCHING, AND EVERYTHING ELSE WE HAVE NO KNOWLEDGE OF, BUT BET YOUR BOTTOM DOLLAR THERE IS A WHOLE LOT MORE!!

https://www.thesun.co.uk/fabulous/11861898/meghan-markle-prince-harry-archwell-delay-black-lives-matter/

MADAM HAS NOW STATED THAT HERSELF AND HARRY😂😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣, WILL FOCUS ON BLM AND COVID. TELL ME WHAT SHE HAS DONE FOR COVID? FAKE DELIVERIES BY HIRED ACTORS. WOW HOW DEDICATED YOU ARE RACHEL. SO STARTING A BLM CHARITY, WHERE WILL THE FUNDS GO, WHO WILL MONITOR ETC ETC ETC??

she’s a race… ist …………

JM HAS COMPLETELY LOST EVERY SINGLE THAT SHE FEEDS ON, PUBLIC ATTENTION, INSTAGRAM, GMA, CITYLINE, ETC ETC AND SHE DID IT ALL HERSELF. STORIES ARE COMING OUT OF THE WOODWORK FROM MODELS, PROFESSIONALS, WOC, HOW SHE TREATED THEM COMPARED TO WHITE WOMEN. SHE ALLEGEDLY HAS HAD A CONTINUED PATTERN OF THIS. SO SHE IS SCREAMING HER BEST FRIEND IS A WOC AND SHE HAS WATCHED HER BE TREATED IN A RACIST MANNER. YEAH RIGHT ESPECIALLY HARD TO SEE SINCE MADAM LEGALLY ON PAPER HAS SELF IDENTIFIED AS WHITE, AS CAUCASIAN. WOC ONLY ONCE IT WAS USEFUL AFTER JOINING THE BRF. BUT SHE NEVER REALLY TRULY JOINED THE FAMILY. JM’S REPUTATION IS IN THE GARBAGE AND IN THIS SEASON THERE IS NO COMING BACK FOR HER. I HOPE BEN HANGS ON TO MORNING CANADA AND ETALK. HAVE NOT HEARD A PEEP FROM HIM. GOOD THING DADDY IS A BILLIONAIRE EH JESS?? HER PARENTS ON THE FRONT PAGE OF THE DM WITH THE CHILDREN. SHE IS AT HOME SCREAMING, DRINKING PINK WATER.

she publishes the book ………………… we will destroy her, we have the tapes…… “ no more Mrs, nice ma’am!! “ ………… “ ones gloves are orf Christopher ………… “ it was a very good year,old thing “.

HMTQ AND HIMSELF MEETING OR PHONE WITH LG, LORD CHRISTOPHER GEIDT, ABOUT WHERE THINGS GO NOW. IF SHE , MEANING MADAM PUBLISHES THE BOOK, MIO AND DURAND WROTE, THEY WILL CRUSH HER WITH THE TAPES THEY HAVE. LG NO MORE MR NICE GUY MEANING THE GLOVES ARE OFF, THIS IS THE ENDGAME NOW. HMTQ SLYLY SAYING IN THE FIRST PERSON AS MONARCHS SPEAK, STATING CLEARLY HER GLOVES ARE ORF, CHEEKY WAY OF SAYING OFF. SHE IS READY TO RUMBLE. ENOUGH IF FLIPPING ENOUGH. GOOD ON YOU MA’AM. IT WAS A VERY GOOD YEAR IS A CLASSIC SONG. AND THE LINE FITS BECAUSE FINALLY SEEING THAT SEAHAG WHORE WILL FACE JUSTICE AFTER DRAGGING THE ENTIRE FAMILY, COUNTRY, COMMONWEALTH, ROYAL LOVERS THROUGH ABSOLUTE HELL, AND OF COURSE OUR HARRY. OH I CAN HARDLY WAIT FOR THAT DAY. WE HAVE JM DEALT WITH PUBLICLY NOW SHE WILL FACE WHATEVER LEGAL ISSUES ARE TO COME. SYDNEY BRING THE DRINKS PLEASE, A TOAST IS DEFINITELY CALLED FOR 🥂 🍻 CHEERS.

✝️✝️🌈🌈🌈💟💟PG💟 💟 🌈🌈🌈✝️✝️

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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48. June 15

MM ANON ……… Shetland lift-off……… LIZA with a ‘ don’t know em……………” it’s shopping Jim, but not as we show it……… “ matter of fact it’s all dark” …………… first jet easy ………… Brexit,old white guys drinking a lot. …………… a moment of reckoning ……… a virtual Wimbledon?? ………… Catherine to the rescue …… “ Ahhh , a relaxing night old thing “ …………… “Sydney’s provided a new box set” …… “Boardwalk Empire” ………“ bit violent old thing” ……… “ Epic Philip!!”…… “ones usual Sydney “………… “great!! No bloody tic toc.

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✝️✝️✝️🌈🌈🌈💟💟💟THANK YOU DEAR MM ANON, THIS IS AN ESPECIALLY MEANINGFUL RIDDLE FOR ME, I THANK YOU FROM THE TOP OF MY HEAD TO MY TIPPIE TOES FOR INCLUDING BOARDWALK EMPIRE💕💕💕💕💕💕💟💟💟🌈🌈🌈✝️✝️✝️

JUNE 15/2020. RIDDLE#48

Shetland lift-off………

SHETLAND ISLANDS WAY WAY IN THE NORTH OF SCOTLAND. AMAZING TODAY FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME, A ROCKET WAS LAUNCHED THERE SUCCESSFULLY. I NEVER EVEN KNEW THERE WAS SUCH A PROGRAM THERE. THE SKYLARK NANO ROCKET WAS LAUNCHED FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES. GATHERING DATA OF A METEOROLOGICAL NEED, GATHERING DATA ON WIND PATTERNS. I THINK LIKELY FOR FUTURE WIND FARMS POSSIBLY. SKYRORA IS BASED IN EDINBURGH. IMAGINE THAT! 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

LIZA with a ‘ don’t know em……………

RUMOURS HAVE BEEN SWIRLING, HEAVEN ONLY KNOWS WHY BUT THAT MS MINELLI HAS BEEN CHUMMING WITH FAKE HARRY AND MADAM, AS IF!!! WELL TODAY, LIZA CAME OUT CATEGORICALLY PUT THAT LIE TO BED STATING COMPLETELY NO TRUTH TO IT.

“it’s shopping Jim, but not as we show it……… “

MM ANON LOVES THIS STAR TREK REFERENCE OF DR MCCOY TALKING TO CAPTAIN JAMES T. KIRK IN THE SCENE OF THE FILM SEARCH FOR SPOCK, WHEN THEY FINALLY FIND HIM, IT IS SPOCK, BUT NOT AS THEY KNEW HIM TO BE. STORES OPENING IN THE U.K. FIRST TIME SINCE LOCKDOWN. LONG QUEUES DUE TO THE RESTRICTIONS IN PLACE. PHYSICAL DISTANCING, CERTAIN NUMBER OF CUSTOMERS IN A STORE BASED ON SIZE ETC.

matter of fact it’s all dark” ……………

PINK FLOYD SONG ECLIPSE. MM ANON, FAVOURITE BAND, YOU HAVE USED THIS SONG PREVIOUSLY. Matter of fact, it’s all dark. The only thing that makes it look light is the sun.

HOW WE ARE PERCEIVING WHAT IS HAPPENING WITH ALL THESE RIOTS, PROTESTS, ANARCHY IN AMERICA. THERE IS LOTS OF DARK. BUT FAR FAR FAR MORE GOOD. GOOD IS ALL AROUND US. GOOD IS HERE ON TUMBLR. GOOD IS EACH OF US CARING FOR ONE ANOTHER. WE HAVE TO SHINE OUR LIGHT WHERE WE ARE.

first jet easy …………

EASY JET FLEW ITS FIRST FLIGHT IN ELEVEN WEEKS TODAY. MASKS WERE MANDATORY, NO ALCOHOL SERVED. A SMALL FLIGHT OF 51 PASSENGERS FLEW FROM GATWICK TO GLASGOW. I RECKON THAT IS A VERY VERY SHORT FLIGHT. THE CREW AND PASSENGERS WERE ALL CHUFFED😁😁😁

Brexit,old white guys drinking a lot.

CLUBS AND INSTITUTIONS IN LONDON AND ENGLAND ARE SEEN AS THUS. PRIVATE ALL MENS CLUBS OLD WHITE WEALTHY MALES DRINKING AND SMOKING CIGARS, NO WOMEN ALLOWED. I CANNOT RECALL THE CLUB NAME BUT THERE IS ONE WHERE ALL THE MEN ARE CALLED THE SAME NAME. A RETURN TO THE WEALTHY PALE MALE AND STALE AS MADAM WAS SO DESIRING TO HAVE. WAS THAT THE HOPE OF MANY TO BRING ENGLAND BACK TO THE WAY IT HAS BEEN FOR CENTURIES?

…………… a moment of reckoning ………

WE TRULY ARE IN A GLOBAL MOMENT OF RECKONING. THERE IS SO MUCH PENT UP RAGE AND THE LOCKDOWN JUST FUELLED IT. LOST JOBS, LOST PEOPLE, FEAR, JUST THE PERFECT STORM. THERE WILL AT SOME POINT NEED TO BE SOME DIALOGUE AND DISCUSSION AND A LOT OF LISTENING AND ACTUALLY ALL SIDES HEARING WHAT THE OTHERS ARE SAYING. AT THIS POINT IT SEEMS BURNING DOWN AN INNOCENT RESTAURANT IS THE THING TO DO AFTER A POLICE INVOLVED SHOOTING AND DEATH. MORE LOST JOBS. INNOCENT RESTAURANT OWNER AND WORKERS. THIS MAKES NO SENSE. TAKE YOUR OWN STUFF INTO THE STREET AND BURN IT IF THAT IS YOUR THING.

a virtual Wimbledon?? ………… Catherine to the rescue

OUR CATHERINE, THE DUCHESS OF CAMBRIDGE IS THE ROYAL PATRON OF WIMBLEDON. SHE ALSO LOVES PLAYING THE GAME AND IS VERY GOOD AT IT. IS SHE COMING UP WITH SOME IDEA IN STEAD OF THIS YEARS MISSED WIMBLEDON. VIRTUAL MATCHES?? EVEN JUST A FEW MATCHES FOR FUN, OBVNOT FOR THE TITLE. PEOPLE COUKD WATCH FROM HOME OR ON THEIR DEVICES. I THINK THIS WOULD BE MARVELLOUS. YET AGAIN, CATHERINE, THE WOMAN WHO CAN DO IT ALL, WHILE IN HEELS, TO THE RESCUE!!!

…… “ Ahhh , a relaxing night old thing “ …………… “Sydney’s provided a new box set” …… “Boardwalk Empire” ………“ bit violent old thing” ……… “ Epic Philip!!”…… “ones usual Sydney “………… “great!! No bloody tic toc.

OH I AM ECSTATIC, SYDNEY YOU FOUND MY BOARDWALK EMPIRE DVDS YAY!!!THEY FINALLY ARRIVED!!! THE MUSIC, SETS, CLOTHES AND THE STORIES AWESOME. SO BACK IN THE SITTING ROOM OF WINDSOR CASTLE. NO NEED FOR A BIG FIRE, ITS NICE AND COZY. HAVE WE GOT A FEW CORGIS TONIGHT SNUGGLING ROUND?? HIMSELF LOOKING FORWARD TO A RELAXING NIGHT BINGE WATCHING WITH HIS 🥬 CABBAGE🥰🥰🥰🥰, HMTQ. AT LAST SYDNEY HAS FOUND AND PUT IN BOARDWALK EMPIRE. HEY SIR, NO MORE VIOLENT THAN THE SOPRANOS AND MUCH MORE DELIGHTFUL TO GET LOST IN THE ERA. SOUNDS LIKE HMTQ IS QUITE ENJOYING IT, I KNEW YOU WOULD MA’AM, THE 1920’S , MUSIC, ALL ORIGINAL FROM THE TIME, REAL LIFE CHARACTERS, SO SO WELL DONE. SYDNEY TAKING BEVVIE ORDERS AND THERE WILL BE NO CHANGE, GIN AND DUBONNET AND BODDINGTONS!! HIMSELF QUITE CHUFFED FOR A NIGHT WITHOUT TIK TOC🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂😂MM ANON, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW IT TOUCHES ME THAT YOU WROTE IN BOARDWALK EMPIRE.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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49. June 17

MM ANON …… “she Ascot nothing on me” ………… para-thanks William ……… PC , LOST weight??…………Oxford,Oxford ……… STIR-oid ………U-Turn dinner …………… falling tragedy ………… the Paris peasants are revolting ……… ……… “ we can still dress-up cabbage 🥬 “ ………… “Anne, my yellow ensemble”……… “Sydney ‘ a photo”………… “that’s a keeper, old thing” ……… “ here we go , tic-toc, the three of them” ………… “O, and Catherine!!” ………… “ ehhhh, And William “ ………… “ make it a double Sydney “…… “ how entertaining Philip “

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I honestly thought I had posted this already……I have to find a better system….I will start dating it….

June 16 Tuesday

✝️✝️🌈🌈🌈💟💟THANK YOU DEAR MM ANON💟 💟 🌈🌈🌈✝️✝️

SORRY I AM A DAY LATE KIDS I HAVE PICKED UP A COLD AND IT HAS TAKEND ME DOWN.

JUNE 17/2020

RIDDLE#49

“she Ascot nothing on me” …………

DESPITE ASCOT BEING VIRTUAL, PEOPLE STILL DRESSED UP AT HOME. I AM CERTAIN HMTQ WAS THE FINEST OF THEM ALL, NO DOUBT!! NO MADAM TO TURN HER BACK ON HMTQ!

para-thanks William ………

PC , LOST weight??…………

Oxford,Oxford ………

STIR-oid ………

U-Turn dinner ……………

falling tragedy …………

the Paris peasants are revolting ……… ……

THERE HAVE BEEN RIOTOUS VIOLENT PROTESTS IN PARIS LAST WEEK AND SOUNDS LIKE THIS AS WELL.ANY EXCUSE FOR A PARTY SOME SAY.

… “ we can still dress-up cabbage 🥬 “ ………… “Anne, my yellow ensemble”……… “Sydney ‘ a photo”………… “that’s a keeper, old thing” ……… “ here we go , tic-toc, the three of them” ………… “O, and Catherine!!” ………… “ ehhhh, And William “ ………… “ make it a double Sydney “…… “ how entertaining Philip “

DAY BACK AT WINDSOR CASTLE. DESPITE ASCOT BEING VIRTUAL, THE DM YESTERDAY WAS FULL OF PEOPLE DRESSED UP AT HOME. HIMSELF USING HIS PET NAME, ONE OF THEM, FOR HMTQ, ASSURING HER THEY CAN STILL GET DRESSED TO THE NINES TO WATCH HER HORSES RACE. SHE HAS THREE OF THEM, I WAS GOING TO REMEMBER BUT ALAS I HAVE NOT. SOUNDS LIKE HMTQ HAS RANG ANNE AND WANTS TO WEAR YELLOW!! NICE BRIGHT SUNNY CHOICE. SYDNEY PLAYING CATHERINE BEING THE OFFICIAL PHOTOGRAPHER AND THE PHOTO TIRNS OUT WELL, ITS A KEEPER MEANS EXACTLY THAT. GETTING ALL WOUND UP AS THE FIRST OF HER THREE HORSES RACE. I WONDER IF CATHERINE AND WILLIAM ARE TIK TOK OR VIRTUALLY WATCHING AS WELL ALL DRESSED UP? SURE SOUNDS LIKE A SKPYE OR SOME SORT OF HELLO. DOUBLE BE VIES AND A GREAT TIME WAS HAD BY ALL

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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50. June 17

MM ANON … Goal no goal, offside!! …………red zone……… rear ended,whoops!! ………… saliva sample ………… another rally?? …………… a £ 900,000 paint job. ………… madam NYC incognito …………ZOOM to William ……… mutant outbreak confirmed ……………… NDA bombshell. …………joining the UN? …………… Chile lockdown ………”how many episodes old thing “ ………… “ yes , that Nucky chappie is a tad violent” ………… “ she’s meeting at Wimbledon “……………… “ Nanny’s taking them to the zoo”

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June 17/20

✝️✝️🌈🌈🌈💟💟THANK YOU MM ANON💟💟🌈🌈🌈✝️✝️

JUNE 17/2020. RIDDLE#50

KIDS I WILL TRY MY BEST BUT OBHAVE A HEAD COLD STUFFED UP FEEL LOUSY SECOND DAY HERE SOOOOOTRYING MY BESTEST FOR YOU ALL💟💟💟💟💟💟💟

MM ANON

… Goal no goal, offside!! …………

ASTON VILLA WINS OVER SHEFFIELD UTD IN THE FIRST PREMIER LEAGUE MATCH TODAY . THERE WAS A TECHNICAL MALFUNCTION OF SOME SORT AND A GOAL WAS DENIED. LOTS OF ANGRY FANS FOR SURE. AM I WRONG OR ISN’T ASTON VILLA GEORGE’S FAVOURITE TEAM? I AM PRETTY SURE IT IS WILLIAMS FAVOURITE.

red zone………

I DO NOT BELIEVE THE U.K. IS IN THE RED ZONE OF COVID. THERE ARE CERTAINLY PARTS OF AMERICA AND THE WORLD SPIKING. MM ANON, THESE DAYS I FIND IT EXTREMELY CHALLENGING TO KNOW IF I SHOULD GO U.K., AMERICA OR ANYWHERE ELSE WITH YOUR CLUES. . NOT COMPLAINING AT ALL. I LOVE THE CHALLENGE AND LADYKINRANNOCH ALWAYS GETS EVERY POINT SO I CAN COUNT ON HER WHEN I DO NOT GET IT. AT LEAST THE READERS GET INFORMATION.

rear ended,whoops!! …………

A FEMALE WAITRESS IN LONDON HAS HAD TO ENDURE HAVING HER BOTTOM SLAPPED BY THE CHEF. HAVING NO RECOURSE, SHE, TOGETHER WITH FRIENDS HIT THE CHEF WHERE IT HURTS, REPUTATION AND MONEY. THEY HAVE GONE ONLINE AND GIVEN HIM BAD REVIEWS!! HE FINALLY SETTLED, SHE GOT £90,000!!! SETTLEMENT!!

saliva sample …………

THE OTHER DAY, THERE WERE FRIENDS PICNICKING IN THE PARK. ONE OF THE THUGS, AS THE GROUP WALKED ACROSS THE GRASS PAST THEM HAULED OFF AND HUCKED A NOOGIE AT HER FACE. DISGUSTING AND CANNOT BLAME RACE AS BOTH WERE CAUCASIAN. ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING “SALIVA SAMPLE”. DM HAS THE VIDEO!

another rally?? ……………

AS I MENTIONED THE OTHER DAY, POTUS WAS TO HAVE A RALLY IN TULSA ON FRIDAY. HE HAS ANNOUNCED, OUT OF RESPECT, HE WILL HOLD IT THE FOLLOWING NIGHT TO RESPECT THE MEMORIES OF JUNE 10 AND THOSE AFFECTED BY IT. THE ELECTION IS IN NOVEMBER HE HAS TO DO HIS RALLIES. KIDS THIS ARENA HOLDS 18,000 SEATS. THERE WERE OVER ONE MILLION TICKET REQUESTS, OVER ONE MILLION!!! THAT SHOULD TELL YOU A LOT ABOUT HOW WELCOMED HE IS.

I REFUSE TO USE THE WORD RALLY FOR PROTESTS, MARCHES OR RIOTS. ARE THERE MORE OF THESE TO COME?? OF COURSE THERE ARE. THE DA IN ATLANTA JUST HELD A LONG PRESS CONFERENCE, I WATCHED IT, DETAILED INFORMATION. THE OFFICER WHO KILLED MR. BROOKS HAS BEEN CHARGED WITH EVERYTHING UNDER THE SUN AND HIS PARTNER HAS TURNED STATES EVIDENCE. APPARENTLY THE FIRST TIME THAT HAS HAPPENED IN FOURTY CASES IN THAT STATE. THEY DESCRIBED BEHAVIOUR THAT I HAD NO HEARD ON THE NEWS. I AM NOT REPEATING IT HERE SUSS IT OUT ON YOUR OWN, ITS EXTREMELY DISTURBING BEHAVIOUR ON THE PART OF BOTH BUT ESPECIALLY THE SHOOTING OFFICER.

a £ 900,000 paint job. …………

BANKSY DID A PAINTING AFTER THE GEORGE FLOYD MURDER.

POWERFUL PIECE. HOWEVER, I AM WONDERING IF THIS COST IS THE COST OF CLEANING UP THE DAMAGE OF THE MARCHES AND THE BOARDING UP AND SECURING UP OF THE MANY STATUES WILL EQUAL £9,000,000.

madam NYC incognito …………

HAS MADAM BEEN SPOTTED OR SEEN IN NYC?? I HAVE NOT SEEN THAT BUT WHO KNOWS SHE HIRED HERSELF AN ACTRESS BEFORE.

ZOOM to William ………

SOMEWHERE SOMEONE UNKNOW SOURCE HAS TWEETED OR TWIITTED OR WHATEVER SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORM THAT HARRY HAS BEEN ZOOMING WILLIAM. NO CONFIRMATION OF COURSE, SO OBVIOUSLY NOT A RELIABLE SOURCE. HOWEVER, IN THIS CASE I 109% BELIEVE IT!! ZOOM, MOBILE, FACETIME ETC ETC ETC.

mutant outbreak confirmed ………………

THERE HAS BEEN A BREAKOUT OF COVID-19? IN BEIJING OR HAS THERE HMMMMM??? IT APPEARS THE VIRUS HAS YET AGAIN MUTATED, ACCORDING TO CHINESE OFFICIALS.AND THEY ARE BLAMING THIS OUTBREAK ON EUROPEAN SALMON!!!

NDA bombshell. …………

PRESIDENT TRUMPS NIECE, MARY, HAS WRITTEN A TELL ALL BOOK. APPARENTLY SHE SIGNED A NDA BACK IN 2001!! NOT TO TALK ABOUT HER RELATIONSHIP WITH HER UNCLE DONALD. I GUESS MAYBE SHE FORGIT ABOUT THAT OR THE PUBLISHERS DIDN’T KNOW?

“Mary Trump will release ‘Too Much and Never Enough: How My Family Created the World’s Most Dangerous Man,’ on July 28, according to her publisher” DAILY MAIL

WELL HE IS TAKING LEGAL ACTION TO PREVENT THE BOOKS RELEASE SCHEDULED FOR JULY 28/2020.

joining the UN? ……………

IS THIS CHAZ OR CHOP WANTING A SEAT AT THE TABLE WITH THE ADULTS NOW?

Chile lockdown ………”

COVID-19 CASES AND DEATHS HAVE SPIKED IN CHILE AND ITS OVER 200,000 CASES NOW. THEY HAVE STERNLY EXPANDED THE LOCKDOWN AS OF A FEW HOURS AGO.

“how many episodes old thing “ ………… “ yes , that Nucky chappie is a tad violent” ………… “ she’s meeting at Wimbledon “……………… “ Nanny’s taking them to the zoo”

MEANWHILE BACK AT WINDSOR CASTLE, HMTQ AND HIMSELF ARE CONTINUING BINGE WATCHING BOARDWALK EMPIRE. NUCKY THOMPSON WAS THE MAIN CROOKED POLITICIAN MOBSTER AT THAT TIME IN THAT AREA AND THE ENTIRE SERIES REVOLVES AROUND HIM, HIS LIFE AND THE GOINGS ON THEREIN. YES LIFE WAS EXTREMELY VIOLENT HOWEVER WATCH THE NEWS AT LEAST THEN, THE MOBSTERS HAD SCRUPLES NOTHING LIKE TODAYS INDISCRIMINATE VIOLENCE.

SOUNDS LIKE CATHERINE IS MEETING AT WIMBLEDON TO CONTINUE ARRANGING SOME SORT OF VIRTUAL TENNIS/WIMBLEDON. MEANWHILE 🎼THEY’RE GOING TO THE ZOO ZOO ZOO 🎼 😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣NANNY TAKING THE TRIO OF CAMBRIDGES TO THE ZOO.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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51. June 18

MM ANON ……… “NEVER………… “ ………” mon dieu” …… 🎼some sunny day 🎼……… “ good to meet again Mr President “………air corridor ……… “ to be honest,he was an obnoxious old bastard” ……… world beating 🍒……… non app- licable …… “ Bolt-hole. ………… self interest ……… BOE- more money!! …………… pepper sprayed……… “ O Philip, it’s the last one “……… “Always Downton Abbey old thing”

*Entertainment purposes

Thursday June 18

JUNE 18/2020

✝️✝️🌈🌈🌈💟💟THANK YOU DEAR MM ANON💟💟🌈🌈✝️✝️

RIDDLE#51

ANOTHER RIDDLE WITH LOTS!!! OF CLUES THAT COULD GO ANY DIRECTION. TODAY I AM GOING TO STICK WITH THE U.K.

I DO WANT TO ADD, FROM YESTERDAY, THE BOOK BY JOHN VOLTON I THINK IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN THE ONE I REFERENCED. THE FORMER NSA HAS WRITTEN A TELL ALL WITHOUT COMPLETING THE CIA AND DOJ CLEARANCE PROCESS. THEREFORE CLASSIFIED INFORMATION IS IN THE BOOK TO BE RELEASED TUESDAY. LATE LAST NIGHT THE DOJ FILED AN INJUNCTION. I HAVE NOT SEEN THE NEWS TODAY. HE IS IN A WORLD OF TROUBLE BECAUSE HE HAS LEAKED THE BOOK ALONG WITH ALL THAT CLASSIFIED INFORMATION.

OKAY, ON TO TODAYS RIDDLE.

“NEVER………… “

NEVER UPPERCASE, I AM THE ONLY ONE THAT USES UPPERCASE NORMALLY SO THIS IS OF EXTREME IMPORTANCE. IT IS THE FIRST CLUE, NEVER? IS THIS HMTQ, DUE TO COVID WILL NO LONGER BE ABLE TO GREET FOREIGN LEADERS AND CHARLES WILL HAVE TO ASSUME HER ROLE THERE? I HEAR WINSTON CHURCHILL UTTERING HIS FAMOUS LINE, “WE WILL NEVER SURRENDER” I THINK THIS IS THE MEANING. YES THINGS WILL CHANGE AS TIMES ALWAYS DO. BUT NEVER SURRENDER TO MOBS, ANTIFA FASCISTS, AND THE LIKE. THE GENERAL PUBLIC FEELS THIS WAY.

“ mon dieu” ……

EN FRANCAIS , en français, TRANSLATES TO MY GOD. WHO IS EITHER SAYING THIS IN SHOCK OR REACHING OUT TO GOD. I BELIEVE THIS IS REFERRING TO THE WWII ANNIVERSARY OF THE FORMATION OF THE FRENCH RESISTANCE TO THE NAZIS. READ THIS LITTLE LINK…..

“LONDON — French President Emmanuel Macron marked Gen. Charles De Gaulle’s famed World War II appeal to resist the Nazis on Thursday in a special ceremony intended to invoke the deep friendship between the longtime allies.

Macron traveled to London to mark the day that De Gaulle delivered his defiant broadcast on the BBC 80 years ago, urging his nation to fight on despite the fall of France.

“Your nation spearheaded the liberation of the world. It erected, against Nazi barbarism, the most beautiful of the ramparts: that of unity and fraternity,” Macron told Prince Charles. “The United Kingdom gave Free France its first weapon: the microphone of the BBC.” FROM WWW.SPOKESMAN.COM

🎼some sunny day 🎼………

WE JUST ALL SANG THIS A FEW WEEKS AGO COMMEMORATING THE WAR ANNIVERSARY. DAME VERA LYNN SANG THIS SONG THAT BECAME A NATIONAL THEME SONG THAT BUOYED A NATION AT WAR. SAD NEWS TODAY THAT SHE HAS PASSED AWAY TODAY. ANOTHER LEGACY, I HOPE SHE IS REMEMBERED. RIP DAME VERA✝️✝️✝️😞😞😞

“ good to meet again Mr President “………

FRENCH PRESIDENT MACRON HAD AN OFFICIAL VISIT TO LONDON. AS HMTQ IS STILL AT WINDSOR, PRINCE CHARLES DID THE MEETINGS IN HER STEAD AT CLARENCE HOUSE. IT IS LIKELY THAT HMTQ MAY NOT BE DOING ANYMORE OF THESE DUE THE AGE AND RISK. IT MUST BE DRIVING HER FRUSTRATION LEVEL. BYT MAKE NO MISTAKE SHE IS STILL RULING.

air corridor ………

THE TERM AIR CORRIDOR OR TRAVEL BRIDGES ARE BEING USED TO DESCRIBE PLACES THAT ARE SAFER TO TRAVEL TO WITHOUT QUARANTINE IN ORDER TO HAVE PEOPLE TAKE SOME VACATIONS A BREAK FROM LIFE ESPECIALLY NEEDED NOW, THERE HAS BEEN TALK OF HUMAN BUBBLES WHICH STARTED LAST WEEKEND IN THE U.K. THERE ARE COUNTRIES WITH LOWERS CASES IF INFECTION OF COVID-19 LIKE PORTUGAL. THERE IS TO BE A LIST OF COUNTRIES RELEASED.

“ to be honest,he was an obnoxious old bastard” ……… REFERRING HE WAS, SO THIS MAKES ME THINK IN THE PAST TENSE. SO IT IS SOMEONE WHO LIKELY PP KNOWS OR HAS DIED.

I THINK IF IT WAS DEATH IT WOULD BE WORDED DIFFERENTLY. I FIND A FORMER CONSERVATIVE LEADER, LORD HAGUE BEING VERY CRITICAL OF BORIS JOHNSON AND SIDING WITH FORMER LABOUR LEADER TONY BLAIR, HIS IDEAS OF MASS TESTING FOR COVID, BETRAYING THE CONSERVATIVES PLAN. HE HAS OTHER IDEAS REGARDING THE SAGGING ECONOMY. BUT IT SEEMS HE HAS ABANDONED THE PARTY HE ONCE LED. I COULD BE WRONG. I FOUND SEVERAL DEATHS, ONE IN APRIL OF COVID, A LORD BATH AND AN FORMER CONSERVATIVE MP JOHN MAPLES, 69. NEITHER FITS.

world beating 🍒……… non app- licable ……

THE NHS TRACK AND TRACE APP FOR COVID-19 BECAUSE WHICH WAS PROMISED IN MAY, TO BE FANTASTIC AND ALL THINGS AMAZING, AND TO HAVE BEEN READY BY NOW. BUT IT IS STILL FRAUGHT WITH PROBLEMS NOW IT IS BEING BLAMED ON APPLE, BECAUSE THE APP DOES NOT WORK ON IPHONES!!! THE TITLE OF THE ARTICLE HAS CHERRY SO I THINK MM ANON MIGHT HAVE LITERALLY BEEN CHEEKY. SO I SEE NON APP-LICABLE MEANING THE APP STILL NOT WORKING AS PROMISED OR FULLY IN USE.

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-8435323/Delayed-NHS-tracking-app-SCRAPPED-completely-ministers-blaming-Apple.html

“ Bolt-hole. …………

BOLT HOLE IS A BRITISH TERM USED FOR A SMALL PLACE TO JUST GET AWAY TO IN A RUSH HENCE THE TERM BOLT AND HOLE. HOWEVER IN TODAYS WORLD MOST BOLT HOKES ARE MASSIVE COUNTRY HOMES FOR THE WEALTHY. THE SUSSEXES ALLEGEDLY HAD A FARM IN THE COTSWOLDS NEAR HER BESTIE VICTORIA BECKHAM. THEY WERE SAID TO BE VERY CLOSE AND SPEND LOADS OF TIME TOGETHER. ANOTHER OR LIE. SO WHOSE BOLT HOLE IS BEING REFERENCED HERE? THE BECKHAMS HAVE BEEN IN A LEGAL ROW WITH THEIR NEIGHBOURS REGARDING THEIR LONDON MANSION TODAY THEY LOST THE COURT DECISION.

I DO THINK HARRY HAS A BOLT HOLE WHERE HE HAS BEEN SPENDING A LIT IF TIME. WHERE IT MSY BE I WILL, NOT SPECULATE.

self interest ………

THIS CAN BE SEEN AS POSITIVE OR EGOIST. THE BLM CAN BE SEEN AS POC ADVOCATING FOR JUSTICE AND THEIR SELF INTEREST , THINGS THAT ARE VITAL TO THEM, THEIR ISSUES AND SURVIVAL. THE EXTREME ARE PEOPLE LIKE MADAM OR JM, WHO LIVE AND BREATHE ONLY SELF, WHATS IN IT FOR ME? MADAM IS NOW IRRELEVANT BUT STILL BREATHING PR. JUSTICE IS CLOSE. JM HAS BEEN SHUT DOWN ALL BY HER OWN EGO AND BEHAVIOURAL CHOICES.

BOE- more money!! ……………

THE WORLD, DUE TO LOCKDOWN IS RACING RAPIDLY TOWARDS RECESSION. AMERICA HAS BEEN STRONGLY REOPENING BUSINESSES AND THE ECONOMY AND JOBS NUMBERS ARE RISING RAPIDLY. COVID IS A KNOWN RISK. BOE, THE BANK OF ENGLAND, TODAY ANNOUNCED THEY HAVE “PUMPED” ANOTHER £100,000,000 YES BILLION POUNDS INTO THE ECONOMY, YIKES!! CAN YOU PRINT SOME FOR ME TOO?? 😁😁😁

pepper sprayed………

WELL I CANNOT FATHOM ANYONE SPECIFIC, MM ANON YOU ARE TOUGH!!! ARE YOU GETTING HELP WITH THE RIDDLES? MAYBE NANNY ANON AND QUOTE ANON ARE PITCHING IN AND INCREASING THE DIFFICULTY OR MAYBE IT IS JUST MY BRAIN 🧠. PEPPER SPRAY IS NOT LEGAL HERE, MANY CARRY BEAR SPRAY. IT , ALONG WITH TEAR GAS, RUBBER BULLETS ETC ARE CONSIDERED NON-LETHAL METHODS LAW ENFORCEMENT CAN IMPLEMENT IN DEALING WITH ROWDY CROWS. THIS HAS BEEN USED EXTENSIVELY DURING THE LAST FEW WEEKS. BUT MM ANON IS REFERRING, I BELIEVE TO ONE SPECIFIC INCIDENT OR PERSON, WHO THAT IS, I CANNOT FIND.

“ O Philip, it’s the last one “……… “Always Downton Abbey old thing”

ALAS A SHORT ONE BUT A GOOD ONE. THEY HAVE FINISHED MY BOARDWALK EMPIRE, YOUR MAJESTY, I DO HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE AUTHENTIC MUSIC AND COSTUMES. HIMSELF SUGGESTS THE EVER ALWAYS WATCHABLE DOWNTON ABBEY. I HAVE THE DVD’S BUT I MUST SAY I WAS VERY DISAPPOINTED IN THE FILM, ESPECIALLY THE END WHERE THERE, TO ME, SADLY WAS A VERY UNNECESSARY PLOT TWIST. REALISTIC MAYBE BUT EMOTIONALLY UNNECESSARY.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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Do I Know You?

Jisung was tired.

He’d been up most of the night working on a new song, completely forgetting that he’d switched shifts with Hyunjin and would now be working mornings at the coffee shop.

The mornings were a lot busier than the mid-afternoon shifts he was used to working, and even though he’d downed four cups of coffee, by the time the end of his shift was drawing near, Jisung was practically the walking dead.

“Jisungie?”

Jisung lifted his head from his cupped hand where, no, he had not been napping, and blinked at the boy in front of him.

“I didn’t know you worked here!” the boy gasped, obviously thrilled to see Jisung.

Jisung stared at him, his sleep deprived brain failing to put a name to the smiling face in front of him. But the boy clearly knew him, so Jisung did his best to lace familiarity into his voice as he answered, “Ah, yeah, I just switched shifts. I used to do afternoons.”

The boy pouted slightly, “No more Hyunjinnie in the mornings then?”

“Nope, sorry.”

“That’s okay,” the kid offered Jisung another bright smile. “I get to see you now.”

The more Jisung looked at him, the blanker his mind went. He couldn’t conjure a name and, if he was being honest, he didn’t even recognize his face. And he had a great face. Jisung was sure he would be able to remember a face like that, even when he was half dead.

“So, um, what can I get you?” Jisung needed to get the boy out of here before it became obvious that he had no idea who he was.

“Just a medium iced Americano please.”

Jisung tapped it into the register and then, feeling guilty about not recognizing someone who very clearly knew him, deleted it, “It’s on the house.”

The boy withdrew the hand that had been holding a few bills out to Jisung and raised his eyebrow, “Really? Are you sure?”

“Of course,” Jisung hurried away from the register and quickly made the drink, pressing it into the boy’s hand when he returned. He noticed that there was a slight tinge of pink to the other boy’s cheeks as he took the drink, and the smile he offered Jisung this time was a bit softer, a bit more intimate.

“Thanks, Jisungie.” He took a sip of the beverage and gave a little wave as he backed out of the small cafe, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” Jisung nodded. “See you tomorrow.”

When Minho collapsed into his seat next to Woojin in their morning lecture, he dropped his head onto his friend’s shoulder and moaned, “I’m the dumbest idiot on the planet.”

Woojin didn’t disagree and Minho lifted his head slightly to glare at him. Woojin rolled his eyes and took the bait, “Okay, fine. What happened?”

“Jisung happened!”

Woojin blinked at him, “I’m gonna need you to elaborate on that one.”

“So, you know Jisung, right?”

“I do not know Jisung,” Woojin said slowly. “I have heard of Jisung. He makes music with Chan sometimes.”

“Yes, right, him,” Minho was now sitting up fully, his head no longer on Woojin’s shoulder. He looked frenzied as he attempted to explain. “I saw him tagged in a photo on Chan’s instagram once and he was super cute so I kinda went to his instagram to look, just the once, and before I knew it that turned into looking at his instagram all the time and checking his twitter and listening to the music on his soundcloud…”

“You’ve been stalking him, is what you’re trying to say.”

Minho smacked him on the arm, “Not stalking! Just checking up on him. Occasionally. Okay, more than occasionally. Quite often.”

“Continue.”

“So I went to the cafe that I go to literally every morning, except Hyunjin wasn’t behind the counter today. Jisung was. And I maybe sort of forgot that I don’t actually know him. And I said his name. Out loud. To him. In a very excited tone.” With each word, Minho sunk further and further down into his seat, nearly on the floor as he finished, “So then I had to act like I actually knew him, because why else would I be enthusiastically yelling his name in a coffee shop? He went along with it and was really friendly, but I could tell he was trying to place me and coming up blank, but I couldn’t just be like haha sorry you don’t know me, I’ve just been stalking you on social media for three months, don’t worry about not recognizing me.”

“So you are stalking him.”

“Shut up,” Minho grumbled. The professor entered the classroom and Minho sat back up, pulling out a notebook so it looked like he was actually do something. He spent the whole class with his earlier interaction with Jisung on a constant loop in his head. The more he went over it, the more he cringed.

He was such an idiot.

“Hey, Hyunjin, how well do you know the regulars?” Jisung’s shift was finally over, but he had some information to gather before he could go home and crash. “Like is there anyone you know by name?”

“A few people,” Hyunjin finished tying his apron around his slim waist and glanced at Jisung. “Why?”

“There was a guy today,” Jisung fiddled with the strings of his own apron. “He knew your name. So I thought maybe you might know his.”

“What did he look like?”

Jisung had always been awful at describing people and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to force an image of the boy into his head, “Um, really pretty. With brown hair and a little freckle on the end of his nose. He was wearing a striped button down.”

“Minho.”

“Minho,” Jisung rolled the name over his tongue. It was common, but unfamiliar in his own life. He didn’t know any Minhos.

“He is into dudes, if that’s what this is about. I also happen to know that he’s single.” Hyunjin ran a hand through his hair and jerked his thumb towards the front of the cafe, “I have to get to work, but if he comes in tomorrow, I say go for it.”

“That’s not why I was asking,” Jisung called after Hyunjin as he left. It wasn’t, but it was helpful information nonetheless. Maybe Jisung had met him at a bar once, or a club, or a party thrown by mutual friends. Jisung’s memory was awful when he was drunk.

Even though he was still unable to place him, at least he had a name to go with the face now.

Jisung was wide awake and ready the next morning when Minho wandered in. It was fifteen minutes into the start of Jisung’s shift and he hadn’t expect to see the other boy so soon, but he was happy he wouldn’t have to spend the whole rest of his shift on edge, waiting for him to come in.

“Good morning, Minho!”

The shock that rolled over Minho’s face had Jisung wincing. Clearly his performance yesterday hadn’t been as convincing as he had hoped. Minho must have realized Jisung didn’t recognize him.

“Same as yesterday?” Jisung chirped, wondering if he should apologize now for not recognizing the other boy. He decided not to. Not until he figured out how he actually knew him. Then he’d set things straight. “Medium iced Americano?”

“Yes, please.”

Jisung made the drink and slid it across the counter to Minho, waving away the bills when Minho tried to pay. He still felt guilty.

“You can’t keep giving me free drinks, Jisungie,” even though he was protesting, Minho put the money back in his pocket anyway. “You’ll get in trouble.”

Jisung just shrugged, “It’s okay. You can start paying again tomorrow.”

Minho took a small sip from his drink before he gave Jisung a slight smile, “Thanks.”

Jisung bit down on his bottom lip and came to a decision. Maybe if he talked to Minho enough, he’d get a clue as to where he knew him from, “I’m glad I switched shifts. Since it means I get to see you now.”

Minho choked on his drink, coughing loudly as Jisung scampered around the counter. He placed a hand on Minho’s back and rubbed soothingly, concern flooding his eyes as the other boy tried to get his breathing back under control.

“Sorry,” Minho gasped, voice raspy from his fit. “Went down the wrong way.”

“No worries,” Jisung removed his hand and stepped back. “You good?”

Minho nodded, clutching his coffee close and staring at Jisung with an expression the barista was having a hard time reading, “I’m good, yeah. I, uh, I have to get to class.”

“See you tomorrow.”

Minho’s cheeks were red as he parroted the same words back at Jisung before turning and practically sprinting out of the cafe. Jisung watched him go, lips pursed.

He still didn’t have the faintest clue how he knew him.

Minho was warming up, his hands gripping the foot of the leg stretched out in front of him, when Hyunjin crossed the studio to come sit beside him.

“So,” Hyunjin dropped into a butterfly, his forehead touching his feet, “did Jisung ask you out today?”

Minho switched legs and watched a deep blush work its way up his face in the mirror, “What? No, why would he do that?”

Hyunjin sat back up and shrugged, crossing one arm across his chest and hooking his other elbow around it, “I don’t know. He asked me for your name yesterday. I figured he wanted to know cause he had a thing for you. I told him to go for it.”

“While your attempts at playing matchmaker are appreciated, I’m pretty sure Jisung does not have a thing for me.” At least that explained how he knew Minho’s name this morning. “What did he say about me? When he asked?”

Hyunjin switched arms, “He said you were pretty, had brown hair and a little freckle on your nose. And that you were wearing stripes.”

“He said I was pretty?”

“He actually said really pretty, but I didn’t think you needed that much of an ego boost.” Hyunjin spread his legs and held his hands out to Minho, waiting as Minho copied him and grabbed them. They took turns stretching. “I didn’t have a lot of time to talk cause I had to get to work, but I told him you liked dudes and that he should totally go for it. Maybe he’ll ask tomorrow.”

“I don’t think he’s going to ask me out,” Minho released his hands from Hyunjin’s and stood up, rotating his torso as he did. “He just wanted to know my name because I knew his.”

“He might ask you out,” Hyunjin stayed on the floor. “He’s bi.”

“He’s not going to ask me out,” Minho hurried across the room, dropping down by his bag and taking a long swig from his water bottle .

“Not with that attitude he’s not,” Hyunjin called after him.

“Earth to Jisung,” Chan waved his hand in front of the younger boy’s face and he startled, blinking back to reality. There was a concerned look on Chan’s face, “Is everything okay? You’ve been really distracted tonight.”

“Yeah, sorry,” Jisung ran a hand through his thick blonde hair, sighing as it flopped back over his forehead. “Just got a lot on my mind.”

“Anything you want to talk about?”

Jisung considered it for a second. Chan was extremely friendly and outgoing, and seemed to know almost everyone on campus. It was possible he’d met Minho at one of Chan’s parties. At the very least, it wouldn’t hurt to ask.

“Do you know a guy named Minho? Brown hair, freckle on his nose, likes to wear stripes?”

Chan nodded, “That’s Lee Minho. He’s a junior. Dance major. Is into dudes, if you’re interested.”

“Why does everyone assume I’m trying to get in his pants?” Jisung huffed. “Do you know if we’ve ever hung out? Like at one of your parties or something?”

Chan gave him a weird look, “How would I know if you’ve hung out with Minho?”

“I don’t know,” Jisung turned back to his laptop and the song they’d been working on. “Forget it.”

“Why are you asking?”

Jisung spun his chair back around, “I switched shifts at the cafe where I work. Now I do the mornings. And he came in the first day and called me by my name and clearly knew me. But I can’t remember ever meeting him. I don’t want to hurt his feelings by letting him know that I have no idea who he is, so I’ve been trying to figure it out on my own, but I haven’t come up with anything. I probably met him drunk at one of your parties and forgot about it.”

“Maybe,” Chan turned his attention back to his own computer. “I’ll ask him. I won’t let him know that you can’t remember, but next time I see him, I’ll find out.”

It had been two weeks since Jisung switched to morning shifts, and Minho still wasn’t used to the bright happy smile that greeted him every time he went to get his coffee. Surprisingly, Jisung was still playing along, acting as if he actually knew Minho. They actually begun chatting a lot and sometimes Jisung’s banter even crossed into the flirty zone. He was comfortable around Minho as if they were actually acquaintances and Minho wondered how much of it was just an act. Minho kept the act up on his end as well, too embarrassed to tell the boy that they had never met before that first morning at the cafe. He was honestly hoping he would never have to explain.

Minho was on his way back to his apartment after his morning class when an arm fell across his shoulders, “Long time no see, mate.”

“Hey, Chan.”

Chan’s eyes dropped to the half empty coffee cup in Minho’s hand and he hummed lightly, “Is that the shop where Jisung works?”

“Yeah.”

“How do you know Jisung anyway? We were hanging out, working on some music the other night, and he mentioned that he’s been seeing you a lot now that he switched shifts. He never told me how you know each other though.”

Chan’s arm suddenly felt very heavy and Minho laughed, hoping it came across as breezy and casual, “We just know each other from the cafe.”

Chan frowned at that, his eyebrows drawing in, and Minho knew. He knew Chan knew that wasn’t true. Jisung must have asked him to fish around.

Luckily Chan didn’t question him and Minho ducked out from under his arm as the cafeteria came into view, “I have to go, sorry. I’m meeting some of the dance guys for lunch.”

Chan nodded, but Minho could tell his mind was a million miles away. Cursing himself for being stupid enough to yell out Jisung’s name that first day, Minho pulled out his phone and started searching for other coffee shops in the area.

He could never go back to the one Jisung worked at. Not if he wanted to keep any of his dignity.

Since the day Chan had informed Jisung that Minho said they met at the cafe, Jisung hadn’t seen Minho around. He’d stopped coming in every morning and Jisung was confused.

Why was Minho saying they’d met at the cafe, when he’d clearly known who Jisung was before that first morning? Was he embarrassed about where they’d met? Had they drunkenly made out at a party and he just didn’t want to admit it to Chan?

When Hyunjin came in to relieve him, Jisung figured it couldn’t hurt to ask, “Has Minho been coming in during your shifts? I haven’t seen him in a few days.”

Hyunjin shook his head, “He’s been in class, but I haven’t seen him around here. Maybe he’s cutting out coffee.”

“You have class with him?” Jisung hesitated, chewing on his bottom lip as he thought. “Could you ask him something for me?”

Hyunjin shrugged, “Yeah, sure.”

“Ask him if he’ll meet me here. Tomorrow morning, around the time he usually comes in for coffee. I’m off tomorrow.”

“I knew you wanted to ask him out! I told him!” Hyunjin looked triumphant. “I told him so many times.”

“I’m not...whatever. If that’ll get him here then, yeah, sure, it’s a date.” Jisung scribbled his phone number on a napkin and held it out to Hyunjin. “Give him this too.”

“You guys are going to be so cute together,” Hyunjin reached out and gave Jisung’s cheek a pinch before taking the napkin. “I’m thrilled.”

“Don’t get too excited, he might not show.”

“He’ll show,” Hyunjin assured him. “He was very interested in the fact that you called him pretty.”

Jisung threw his apron at Hyunjin, “Why did you tell him that?”

Hyunjin ducked out of the way, laughing, “He wanted to know what you said about him. So I told him.”

“No wonder he stopped coming here,” Jisung’s lips drew down into a pout. “Between you and Chan, he obviously knows I’ve been asking around about him. I scared him away.”

“Don’t worry, Sungie,” Hyunjin leaned over the counter and ruffled Jisung’s hair. “You’re too cute to resist for long. He’ll be here tomorrow. I’m sure of it.”

Minho took a deep breath as he stood outside the cafe, smoothing his hands over the navy and red striped shirt he was wearing. When Hyunjin had told Minho that Jisung wanted to meet him, he thought the other boy was messing with him. But then he’d presented Minho with Jisung’s number on a napkin, a small heart drawn next to the digits. When Minho had texted it to confirm it was actually Jisung, he’d received a pouty picture of the younger boy and a proclamation that he’d missed him.

Minho couldn’t ignore those puppy dog eyes and he’d agreed to meet with Jisung. He’d been up all night, trying to come up with a good reason for how he knew the other boy, but the more he thought about lying to him, the more his gut twisted. He didn’t want to out himself as a weird stalker who’d been pining over Jisung for months, but to just dismiss it off-hand with something as simple as ‘we met at a party’ seemed so wrong.

Jisung deserved the truth.

When Minho finally worked up the nerve to push into the cafe, he saw Jisung already waiting for him in the corner, two iced Americanos on the table. He glanced up at the sound of the bell and a smile overtook his face when he saw Minho.

Jisung stood up, waving wildly, as if the cafe wasn’t tiny and Minho might actually miss him sitting there. He looked adorable, dwarfed by the large pink sweater he was wearing, and Minho wanted to cry. Hyunjin had been unclear if this was actually a date or not, but if it was, Jisung certainly wouldn’t be asking him on a second one, not after he found out about Minho stalking him on instagram. The happiness that was currently filling his eyes would be replaced with disgust once Minho revealed the truth.

Minho crossed to the table and was immediately engulfed in a hug, sweater paw covered hands wrapping tight around his body. Minho hugged him back, hooking his chin over Jisung’s shoulder and relishing in the opportunity he never thought he would get.

“Thank you for coming,” Jisung pulled away, his hand trailing along Minho’s hip for a few seconds before he withdrew it completely from his body and re-took his seat. “I wasn’t sure if you would.”

“Of course I came,” Minho grabbed the coffee, just so he would have something to do with his hands, and took a sip. “Why did you think I wouldn’t come?”

A dusting of rose colored Jisung’s cheeks, “I thought I scared you away. I know you know I’ve been asking around about you.”

Minho blinked, feeling guilty. He had never meant for Jisung to take his disappearance as something his actions had caused, “I’m sorry for making you think that. You didn’t do anything wrong. I don’t mind you asking about me.”

Jisung took a deep breath and focused his gaze on his coffee. He looked embarrassed.

Minho reached out towards Jisung’s side of the table, his palm up, “Hey, whatever you have to say, don’t be nervous. I won’t judge you.”

Jisung glanced up through his lashes, offering Minho a small smile before he slid his hand into Minho’s own. After a few beats of silence and one more deep breath, he spoke, “I’m really really sorry. But I can’t remember how I met you.”

Minho’s hand tightened against Jisung’s and the other boy looked up, nerves in his eyes. He tried to inch his hand away and Minho wanted so desperately to grab it and never let him go, but he knew once he revealed his truth, Jisung wouldn’t want to be touching him anyway. So he let him withdraw it and returned his own hand to his lap.

“That, um, that’s not your fault either.” Minho just had to say it and get it out of the way. There was no use in dragging it out, “We never actually met until that first day you were working the morning shift. I, um,” Minho focused his gaze on a scratch in the wood of their table, “I saw you tagged in a photo on Chan’s instagram a few months ago. And I thought you were really cute. So I kinda kept checking all your social media accounts. When I came in here that day and saw you, your name just came out. I could tell you didn’t know who I was, but I had to act like I knew you or out myself as a creep, so I just went with it. And you were so sweet for playing along.” Minho was scared to look up and see Jisung’s reaction. Instead he stood, “I’ll go now. I’m really sorry.”

“No!” a hand wrapped itself around his wrist, the small fingers drowning under a long pink sleeve. “You don’t have to go.”

Minho risked a glance at Jisung and saw he was staring at him, cheeks still beautifully rosy. He didn’t look horrified, so Minho slowly returned to his seat. Jisung’s fingers drifted down from his wrist to Minho’s own and the younger boy laced them together, eyes locked on Minho’s.

“You were so excited to see me. That first day. No one’s ever said my name like that before. Like seeing me was the best part of their day.”

“Seeing you always is the best part of my day.”

“I felt so bad,” Jisung’s eyes flicked down to their entwined fingers, a small smile on his lips. “For not knowing you. You were so nice and so beautiful and so happy to see me all the time, I felt like such an idiot for not being able to place you. I could tell you cared about me just from the way you talked to me, and I wanted to remember who you were. I wanted to know what kind of history we had that made you so thrilled to be around me.”

“No history,” Minho laughed, wincing a little at how self-deprecating he sounded even to his own ears. “Just my weird creepy internet crush.”

“This is our history now,” Jisung gestured around the mostly empty cafe. “And we have a fun story for when people ask us how we got together.”

“Everyone’s gonna think we’re idiots.”

“We are idiots,” Jisung grinned, leaning across the table. Minho laughed and met him halfway, his free hand coming up to cup Jisung’s full cheek as they kissed softly.

When they pulled apart a minute later, Hyunjin was standing by the table, his hand over his heart and a fond smile on his lips, “I knew you two would be beautiful together. What did I tell you, Jisung, the first time you asked about Minho? I told you to go for it. And, Minho? What did I say when we talked about Jisung? I told you he was going to ask you out. I did this.”

Jisung balled up his napkin at threw it at Hyunjin, “Yes, you and your lazy ass refusing to wake up for the early shift did indeed do this. But that’s the only time I’ll say it, so take whatever satisfaction you get from that and leave us alone.”

“You’re welcome,” Hyunjin sing-songed, before sauntering back behind counter.

“Yeah, yeah, thank you, Hyunjin,” Jisung muttered under his breath before returning his gaze to Minho, a massive smile spilling across his lips. “Kiss me again?”

Minho leaned in, but the second before Jisung’s mouth met his he pulled back, laughing at the high pitched whine that escaped Jisung’s lips, “Does this mean I get free coffee again?”

“You’ll have no coffee and no kisses if you keep this up,” Jisung puckered his lips and Minho laughed again, softly caressing Jisung’s cheek with his thumb.

“I can’t risk that,” he agreed. He dropped a quick kiss on Jisung’s warm cheek before pressing in and whispering against his mouth, “But if I have to choose to just one, I’ll take the kisses.”

#minsung #han jisung #lee know #kind of a coffee shop au #but totally in the coffee shop #one day I'll write a full coffee shop au #i hated the story i posted yesterday so i felt the need to write something else and get it posted asap #i like this one a lot better

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Oh, How the Mighty Fall [In Love] CHAPTER THREE (Ben Hardy x OC)

CHAPTER ONE, CHAPTER TWO

Lily Anne Mercury is brought in to help with Bohemian Rhapsody at the request of her Uncle Bri and Uncle Rog, and along the way, she might meet someone to share her life with. The only problem with this is that while their friends and the world can see that they’re perfect for each other, they’re going to be fully blind to this for a while.

DISCLAIMER: I’m fully aware that it would’ve been physically impossible for Jim and Freddie to have a child even with this method during the time they were alive, but the idea of Freddie as a dad and the idea of how his child would turn out to be was just too sweet for me to not write. I’m also aware that I have 2 more fics in progress and I must make a masterlist, but as I’ve previously stated in other fic disclaimers, I am technologically challenged and quite overwhelmed at the moment. I apologize for this, because you all deserve the best from me, and it may take me a while to get to a place where I feel comfortable enough with the quality of everything to produce it. I do have a problem with being a perfectionist when it comes to my work, but I’m working on making that better.

TW: discussion of body issues? this chapter is pretty tame to me so idk if i should even mention it but oh well.

The next day, it’s time to shoot Live Aid. Lily Anne drives back to set in her more practical G Wagon, smiling as she pulls into the parking lot and spots Roger exiting his blue T-Bird. She shakes her head as she exits the car, walking over to the man.

“Remember what you said to me when I drove here in my Rolls Royce, Uncle Rog?” she asks, crossing her arms.

He nods, shrugging. “It was completely impractical. I said that I should take that car for myself if you didn’t treat it better.”

She nods, and points at his Thunderbird. “I could say the same for your T-Bird, Roger. You probably shouldn’t be on the road anyways, you’re so blind and deaf!”

Roger scoffs and shakes his head. “I’m fine, Lily. Don’t be a wanker.”

She shakes her head, becoming more animated. “No! No, you’re not! That T-Bird isn’t safe in your hands, and not to mention it would compliment my orange one quite nicely.”

He raises a brow and crosses his arms. “You’re serious about this, aren’t you, Lily?”

She nods, raising her chin. “Fully.”

Roger thinks for a moment before nodding. “Alright, I’ll make you a deal. If you can perfectly recreate my drum solo from Rock Montreal 1981, you’re allowed to take the car. If not, I get your precious Rolls Royce.”

Lily Anne nods, thinking over his terms. “Deal. How long do I have to learn the drum solo?”

Roger grins. “You have to do it at your concert tonight.”

She bites her lip and shakes her head, holding out her hand for a shake. “You’re a bloody wanker, Rog.”

Roger shakes her hand, grinning. “Say goodbye to your favorite car, Lily Anne.”

“Don’t be so confident, Roger!” Lily shoots back as he walks away, sighing and running a hand through her hair.

Joe comes up next to her, raising a brow. “What just happened?”

She looks at him and sighs, “I’ve just bet my favorite car on my ability to play the drums well enough.”

Ben walks up with Gwil and his interest peaks. “What drum solo do you need to do?”

She looks at Ben with fear in her eyes. “Rock Montreal. 1981.”

Ben’s eyes widen and his jaw drops. “Dear god, Lil. You’re going to lose that fucking car.”

As Lily Anne begins to freak out, Gwil rests a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t listen to him, Lily. You can do this.” He crouches slightly to be more level with the short woman. “Look at me, alright?”

Lily Anne looks up, visibly freaking out now.

“Take a few deep breaths, and just… there. That’s good. Breathe.” Gwil coaches Lily Anne until she’s calmed down. “Who taught you how to play the drums?”

“...Roger,” she says, looking down. “He was a shit teacher. Kept all the best secrets to himself before I pried them out of him…” Her eyes widen. “I know his best kept drumming secrets. I can identify them when he plays.”

Ben looks at her and smiles. “Then you have a chance!”

She grins back at the blonde and nods. “Yes. I have a chance! I’m going to study the fuck out of that footage if you don’t mind. Have fun getting into hair and makeup!”

Lily Anne begins running to the trailers, but stops when Lucy comes running after her.

“Lily, wait! I don’t need to film today. Let’s work on it together, alright? Then, we can take a ride in your new car once you get it,” she says, catching her breath.

Lily Anne grins. “Of course! We can do that tonight, if all goes well.”

Lucy’s eyes go wide. “What’s going on tonight?”

Lily Anne shrugs. “A small concert with my band. It’s going to happen in a small pub that we first started at on campus.”

Lucy is speechless for a moment. “Can… can I come?”

Lily Anne bites her lip, looking down. “I mean… I see no reason why you can’t, I just… I feel like by taking you all to a concert right after inviting you to my house is sort of narcissistic, and I don’t want to give the wrong first impression.”

Lucy shakes her head, holding Lily’s hand. “No, not at all! Are you kidding me? We had so much fun at your house, Lily! We’d love to see your show as well.”

Lily looks up at Lucy with a light in her eyes. “Really?”

Lucy nods, grinning. “Of course!”

Lily grins, nodding. “Then everyone is invited! I’ll make sure there are enough seats booked for everyone.”

Lucy nods, squeezing Lily’s hand. “Never feel self-conscious about what you have, alright? We care so much about you, and as your friends, we want to see what you’re proud of and celebrate your achievements with you, alright?”

Lily nods, giving Lucy a hug. “Alright. Thank you, Lucy.”

A few hours later, Lucy and Lily Anne have figured out the way to play the drum solo, and they’re called in to watch the Live Aid filming. The girls smile and wave as their boys get into character, and Lily Anne puts a hand over her heart when Rami blows her a kiss as Freddie. It’s truly touching to see such a good portrayal of her father.

When they film Live Aid… wow. It’s so good, and the boys are so in character that it feels like Lily Anne is actually in Wembley Stadium watching her father and his band perform. They do the whole 20 minute set, and when the director calls for them to cut, Roger and Brian shower the boys in praise, grinning at them.

“Great job, boys! That was fabulous. Very accurate. Great energy, everything was just perfect!” Brian exclaims, looking at the men as if they were his own sons.

“The music sounded great, the choreography was spot on… I think that’s as good as it can get, boys,” Roger adds, on, high fiving Ben.

Brian turns to Lily Anne, and frowns. “Lily, why are you crying? Is something wrong?”

Lucy wraps an arm around Lily Anne’s shoulders and the whole cast immediately turns their attention to the silently crying woman, who shakes her head.

“N-No, nothing’s wrong. It’s just…” She wipes her eyes with the sleeves of her leather jacket. “Ignore me, please. I’ll get it together.”

Roger helps Lily onto the stage, where Ben immediately shakes his head and walks towards her.

“It’s alright that you’re emotional. Could you just tell us why?” he asks gently.

Lily Anne smiles tearily. “I know it sounds stupid, but I just realized--” She sniffles again. “That’s the closest I’ll ever get to experiencing Live Aid, and out of all the concerts I wish I could’ve seen my dad in, that’s got to be number one on my list. It was lovely, guys. Really, truly, it was absolutely perfect. I loved every minute of it, and I know Freddie and Jim did too.”

Brian and Roger smile as Joe hugs Lily Anne, and the whole cast goes in for a group hug. The Bohemian Rhapsody family is truly coming together, and everyone is crying now, because this is such a unique and moving experience.

“You’re all so good,” Lily Anne croaks out. “This is going to be an amazing movie.”

When the group breaks apart, Lily Anne sniffles and wipes her eyes.

Lucy smiles at her, finishing wiping away the tears from her own eyes. “When is your concert tonight?”

Lily looks up at her. “Ten. It’s a really late concert, but I’ve secured tickets for all of us, and I plan on doing the drum solo for Roger’s Thunderbird, so if you’d all like to see that go down, I’d like if you could all come.”

The cast smiles and nods at Lily Anne’s offer.

“Of course!” Gwil says. “That sounds like a very fun concert.”

“You’ve got to have moral support for when you attempt that drum solo, don’t you?” Joe adds, grinning.

Roger scoffs and laughs, and the cast turns to him. “You’ll never get the drum solo right, Lily. Never. You might be good--”

“Of course I’m good, you taught me!”

“--but that was a struggle even for me. Good luck, Lily!” Roger says before leaving, revving his engine so they can hear the car.

Brian smiles and shakes his head. “I’m going to get some rest before the concert. Keep practicing, Lily. You can do it,” he says, winking at Lily Anne.

She grins. “Take a video of his reaction when I bang the gong.”

Brian nods and leaves, waving goodbye to the cast.

Lily Anne looks back at the cast. “I’m winning this goddamn car. That smug wanker won’t know what hit him.

“B, what should I wear? The leather skirt or the acid-wash denim skirt?” Madigan asks, holding up the options to her wife, who’s taking pictures of their cat. “Bronwyn! This is more important than updating Lillian Weiss’s Instagram story!”

The androgynous looking woman turns to see her wife and grins. “Well, if I had my way you’d be in that lovely latex skirt that really shows off your ass--”

Bronwyn dodges a Doc Marten tossed at her face and raises her hands in surrender. “Alright! I’ll stop. I like the denim with that top.”

Madigan smiles innocently and blows a kiss to her loving wife. “Thanks, babe! I’ll wear the lace underwear you like so much underneath it.”

Bronwyn grins and runs a hand through her short blonde hair, sitting on their bed. She loves her wife more than anything.

“Babe, what did I do to deserve you?” she asks, closing her eyes.

“You ate me out really well!” Madi calls back from the closet.

“I know that, but why did you stay, even after we were kicked out of our parents’ houses?” she continues, turning the conversation more serious. “I mean… I’ve put you through hell and back, babe.”

Madigan exits the closet (hehe) and sighs, sitting beside her wife and holding her hand. “B, look at me.”

The Welsh girl looks up at her lovely wife, raising one hand to play with her long, ginger locks.

“I got you kicked out of your house as well, baby. We both put each other through hell. But we had to walk through the fire to get to where we are today.” She waggles her ring finger, which has a sparkling diamond on it. “Happily married, and about to be together for… Jesus, for 12 years.”

Bronwyn smiles and kisses her wife’s hand. “It’s been a good long time, hasn’t it?”

Madigan kisses her wife’s forehead. “It sure has, love. Now c’mon, we need to get to rehearsal.”

Bronwyn adjusts her button-down before leaving with her wife, heading over to the pub.

Lily Anne is pounding away at the drums, already sweating as her bandmates enter.

“Oi! Hands off my drum kit, Mercury,” Madigan demands, heading towards the stage. She frowns in confusion when she sees a gong. “We don’t use a gong in any of the songs we’re doing tonight. Why is it here?”

Lily Anne looks up and puts down the drum sticks. “Sorry, Madi. I just… I made a bet with Roger.”

Madi nods, still confused. “Alright. What’s the bet, and how is this relevant to you destroying my drumkit?”

Lily Anne stands up and adjusts the gong. “If I can do his drum solo from Rock Montreal in ‘81, I get his blue Thunderbird. If I can’t… I give Christine to the blind old bat.”

Bronwyn goes on stage and raises a brow. “That’s a ballsy bet, Lily. I certainly hope you can follow through. You love Christine!”

Madi sighs. “You’re going to lose her, Lily. That’s one of the hardest drum solos in rock history! Just because he taught you doesn’t mean that you can do it.”

Lily Anne raises a sheet of paper her and Lucy have written on, smiling. “Here’s all the combinations Roger uses in it. He never said I couldn’t have a reference.”

Bronwyn and Madigan smile at their friend’s antics, and shake their heads.

Ezichi walks in wearing a very revealing outfit, and Bronwyn lets out a cat call to the lady as she begins tuning her bass.

“Damn, Zich! Whose pants are you trying to get into tonight?” the bassist calls out, grinning.

Madi and Lily Anne’s jaws are practically on the floor, because this is a thirst trap of an outfit.

“Well, the BoRhap cast is coming, and there was this one man who I found to be fine as hell, so hopefully his,” Ezichi explains, uncasing her guitar.

Lily Anne sighs heavily and shakes her head. “Ezichi, Gwil has a girlfriend. Also, don’t take advantage of me getting some new friends just so you can shag one of them.”

Ezichi raises a brow. “Is he in a stable relationship with her, or can that be changed by long distance and busy schedules?”

The couple of the band cackles and Lily Anne lets out an annoyed screech of Ezichi’s name.

“Ezichi, no! Don’t be a homewrecker! Especially not with Gwil! He’s so sweet, he doesn’t deserve that!” she exclaims, wringing her hands in frustration.

Ezichi shakes her head. “I don’t want him just because he’s pretty! I spent some time with him, and I can’t remember the last time I met someone so genuinely kind. He’s amazing, Lily.”

Ezichi has never talked about anyone this way before, and Lily considers the situation. They’re both gorgeous, kind, and talented. Their children would be supermodels. Ezichi is loyal to the end, and Gwil deserves someone like that in his life. They would be a good match.

Lily nods, smiling. “You know what? I think you two could make a great couple.”

Ezichi grins brighter than the sun. “Really?”

Lily nods again and turns to Bronwyn and Madigan. “Once you meet him, you’ll see what I mean.”

Bronwyn and Madigan shrug, taking Lily’s word. They’ll make up their minds on their own, but they trust her judgment. Despite Lily’s many mishaps and personal errors, she’s always been fairly correct when it comes to other peoples’ relationships and her readings on potential love interests.

Lily Anne takes the microphone in her hands and begins moving across stage, examining how much space she has. She sits on a speaker and leans against the wall.

“Ladies, what Queen song are we feeling for tonight?” Madi asks, twirling her drumsticks.

“Something from Queen or Queen II, definitely,” Ezichi comments, gleaning nods of approval from Lily Anne and Bronwyn.

“Doing Alright is a good option. That or Liar would be fantastic, I think,” Bronwyn adds, smiling.

The band turns to Lily Anne for the final say. She smiles at her friends and sits up.

“Doing Alright. This is a good night, we should play a happy song to accompany that,” she explains.

Everyone gets ready to practice, and music rings out throughout the pub.

The BoRhap cast files into the front of the bar, where there’s a table reserved for them. Brian, Roger, Anita, and Sarina get their own table in a less crowded area of the bar. The cast orders pints of lager and Joe hastily adjusts his Yankees cap to hide his hair.

Ben smiles at the sight of Joe adjusting his hat. “What’s wrong, Joe? You weren’t uncomfortable with us seeing your perm.”

Joe frowns and presses his lips together in a thin line. “It wouldn’t be bad if it could just wash out.”

Lucy snorts and shakes her head. “I can’t believe you didn’t know that perm stands for--”

“--permanent. Yes, I know now, Lucy. Thank you for the reminder,” Joe snaps, huffing.

Gwil bites back laughter, shaking at the effort. Rami is doing the same, shaking his head.

“You’re all awful,” Joe says as he gets his lager and takes a swig.

The lights dim and the stage lights turn on, and the curtain on the stage rises to reveal Lily Anne and the rest of Room 301. The cast begins cheering as the band waves and receives the love from the audience.

“Hello, lovies!” Lily Anne shouts, gleaning a rowdy applause from the audience. “How is everyone? Ready to bring back rock and roll, my darlings?”

The applause is even louder, and she grins, spotting the cast and waving.

The girl raises her arms and hushes the audience, smiling. “Thank you all for your ears. I just want to say that it means so much to Room 301 that everyone is here tonight where this band had its first performance, because we really did start from nothing, and everyone should pay homage to their roots. That’s what our latest album is about, and it was well-received, so we figured we’d do well with this concert. Actually, I forgot how much I missed the smaller crowds.”

“I love you, Lily Anne!” a fan shouts, and Lily Anne blows them a kiss before laughing.

“Enough talking. Let’s start the show, yeah?” The crowds are screaming. “Madi, take it away!”

The show begins with a very aggressive drum solo, accompanied by a guitar duet before Lily Anne begins singing, draping herself over equipment, the floor, and her bandmates. The whole stage is utilized in different ways, and it all accommodates the woman’s writhing body.

The next song begins with a beautiful piano melody, which Lily knocks out of the park before the lights flash and she’s leaning against the instrument and watching Ezichi pour her heart and soul into her guitar solo.

Gwilym is watching this with an amazed smile, and Ezichi notices this, which seems to help her performance. Lily raises a brow at her guitarist and continues singing, twirling around stage and grinning at the audience below her.

Ben is entranced by Lily’s performance. It’s so interesting to see the character she plays on stage. If he hadn’t heard her story, or saw a moment of vulnerability from her, he could see how people believe that Lily Anne Mercury is simply a diva who consistently puts on a show and doesn’t have problems. This version of her is enchanting, but he personally prefers the one who lets people in, and lets herself be vulnerable.

She’s pouring every ounce of her energy into keeping up this facade of playfulness and flirting, but he knows that she must be exhausted. It takes a lot to keep up such a high level of energy. He understands why she turned to drugs in order to keep it up outside of the stage. If this is her usual energy level on stage, it’s no wonder she began to burn the candle from both ends to sustain it.

Before they know it, Lily Anne is pausing the performance, smiling into a microphone.

“Okay, okay… this wasn’t planned, but this morning, on my way into work, I made a bet with my uncle. If you didn’t already know, he’s a right wanker, and his name is Roger Taylor.”

The crowd goes crazy, cheering along as the spotlight moves to Roger, who waves at everyone.

“He was riding in this lovely blue Thunderbird, and when I did the same in my Rolls-Royce, he said he should take it away from me for mistreating it. However, when I called him out, he decided to give me a bet. I had about eight hours to learn his drum solo from Rock Montreal, which is one of the hardest in rock n’ roll history, and I lose my baby Christine if I don’t do it perfectly tonight. However, if I do it correctly, I acquire his Thunderbird. So now, I will attempt this drum solo, and I would appreciate everyone’s positive energy.”

With a cheer, Lily Anne goes back to the drumkit and takes a moment to compose herself before beginning the drum solo as Roger listens back to it and compares the two. The room stays silent as she continues, sweating buckets. Rami grips Lucy’s hand because he’s just so stressed watching this all go down. She grips it right back, and Joe holds onto Ben. Everyone is just incredibly stressed out.

Then, it happens. Lily Anne bangs that fucking gong, and the room erupts into applause. The whole cast fucking yells at the top of their lungs, Roger’s face deflates, Brian gives Lily a standing ovation, and the woman flings her arms into the air, embraced by her band.

“I can barely feel my fucking arms, but I don’t give a shit!” Lily Anne cries out, laughing. “I get that beautiful blue Thunderbird!”

Ben grins, watching as Lily Anne continues the show with a smile that isn’t holding anything back. She’s just fully engulfed in her music, and expresses her joy in a way so pure and raw, and she’s letting herself be vulnerable in the music, which, as far as Ben can tell, is where she finds hardship once she’s off the stage. She doesn’t just open up to anyone.

If that’s true, and Ben has a feeling that it is, why did she open up to him? What makes him so special that she felt comfortable telling him about her overdoses and time in rehab? That’s so deeply personal, and even though they haven’t known each other for long, she feels comfortable telling him all these things.

He’s pulled out of his gaze by Joe nudging him as Lily Anne smiles at the audience, waving at her friends.

She sits at a piano and clears her throat, smiling. “Now, I think it’s only appropriate that we end tonight with a Queen song. We started this tradition during our first concert when my father requested that we do it in memory of Freddie. We performed Love of My Life, which is the only song I will not do nowadays because I don’t like to end Room 301 concerts in tears.” She smiles at her now hushed audience. “You’ve all been a great audience, darlings. I love you all, and appreciate your support so very much, sticking with us despite all the time we’ve made you wait for new music. Now, we’d like to end the night with All Dead, All Dead.”

Lily Anne begins playing the piano, and Ben can’t tear his eyes away from her. Even while sitting down at an instrument, she commands the attention of the entire room. Her emotions are amplified, and everyone can feel her pain and hope as she crones out the lyrics to the song, which are about longing, but also knowing that despite their physical presence being gone, the ones we’ve lost never really leave us.

He feels a tear beginning to form, and sees that the entire table is blinking and wiping their eyes. Lily Anne’s dedication to her craft shows, and it makes itself clear in the tears of the people all around the bar.

Someone raises their phone light and begins to sway, as a homage to Freddie, and the rest of the crowd joins in. Lily Anne looks out and blinks, a black tear streaming down her face as she smiles. She is truly touched by the energy of the audience. Once the song is over, she sniffles and wipes her eyes.

“What did I say about crying?”

The audience laughs, applauding.

Lily Anne shakes her head. “No. We need something to pick us up before we go. How about…” She turns to her band. “Don’t Stop Me Now?”

The audience cheers and the band gets ready to play, and Lily Anne grins, performing the hell out of the upbeat number. She bows with her band as it ends, and leans into the microphone one last time.

“Take the correct Uber home, and assist any drunk people back to their cars! Nobody in this audience is becoming a damn statistic, do you hear me?” She smiles as she hears applause. “Goodnight, London! Room 301 loves you!”

The curtains close, and Lily Anne goes back to change with the rest of the band in their changing room.

Bronwyn is already reaching for her sweatpants and hoodie, and Madigan takes out a makeup wipe, scrubbing the dark smoky eye and maroon lip color off of her face.

Lily Anne immediately takes off her platform boots, tossing them to the side and rubbing her eyes. “Great show, ladies! I love you all, and the audience seemed to as well.”

Ezichi is wrapping her hair in a bonnet and leaning back in the chair. “You did great, Lily. It was an amazing show.”

Lily smiles, wiping away her eye makeup. “You know what, guys?”

Everyone in the room turns to face her, and she smiles tearily.

“I feel like Jim was watching us from his table.”

November, 2008

Lily Anne, Ezichi, Bronwyn and Madigan take the stage for their first concert. They’re nervous as hell, and don’t know how the crowd will react to their set. They’ve performed for their friends, and for Jim, and for Brian and Roger, but those are all people who like them. They’re biased and don’t want to hurt them. What will an audience of drunken college students with no filters think? They’ve heard they can be brutal.

The girls crowd together behind the curtain, holding each others’ hands.

“Alright. We’re about to perform for the first time,” Lily Anne begins, taking a deep breath. “We can kill it. We just need to let the music do the talking for us, okay?”

The girls nod, and Ezichi speaks up. “We have amazing stuff. We know that. If we perform well, people will know that we’re a serious group, and not just some teenagers with instruments. We know what we’re doing.”

Madi smiles. “We managed to please rock legends with our music. There’s no reason why we can’t please drunk uni students.”

Bronwyn grins. “Let’s kick ass.”

The girls huddle together, squeezing each other before heading out on stage.

Lily Anne looks out at the bar, half empty since it’s too early to warrant people coming in yet. She sighs and frowns slightly, her hands shaking. This all stops when she spots her father sticking out like a sore thumb in his wool sweater, sitting at a table with a pint of lager and a warm smile. She waves to him, grinning.

Jim gives her a thumbs up and mouths ‘you can do it.’ The girls sigh in relief, and Lily maneuvers the microphone, which squeaks.

“S-sorry about that, everyone. My name is Lily Anne, this is Ezichi, this is Madigan, and this is Bronwyn. We’re a band called Room 301, and this is our first performance, so please be kind,” she says with a nervous laugh.

The bar-goers look unimpressed, and she carries on.

“Alright, we’re going to start with something we wrote, and we’re very proud of it.”

The band begins playing a song that starts like a ballad, but grows to be something so much more. Lily Anne’s voice cracks, but she quickly regains her composure and begins to sink into the song, letting herself go.

Slowly but surely, the bar-goers have gravitated to the stage, and Lily Anne is controlling the crowd, moving in ways that feel natural and prompted by the music, and swaying to the beat. When she hits a high note, the people cheer, and the adrenaline that runs through her body is the best feeling she’s ever experienced.

She looks into the audience, and Jim is sitting there, looking up at his girls with so much pride and love, and it invigorates them.

“This next one is a faster number, and from the way you’re all behaving now, I’m guessing that you’ll like it!” Lily Anne exclaims, prompting the audience to scream.

The show goes by quickly, and at the end, she smiles and sits at the piano.

“Now, we have one more song left, but we didn’t write this one,” she says, and the audience quiets down. “Don’t be discouraged, people! It’s a good song by a band called Queen.”

The audience cheers again, raising their arms up. Lily Anne grins, and begins to play Love of My Life. It’s dedicated to Freddie, and as she begins to cry singing it, she looks out to see Jim wiping away tears from his eyes. She sniffles and continues, letting the tears flow down her face and neck.

At the end, she smiles and closes the piano, wiping her eyes.

“That seems like a good way to end the night, yeah?” she asks, looking around at the crying audience members. “This was Room 301, I’m Lily Anne, and I hope you all have a great rest of your nights!”

The crowd screams as the band goes backstage, and they collapse into one another, hugging each other tightly and sobbing. That was an amazing first performance, and they’re so overwhelmed by the positive response they got.

“I love you all so much,” Lily Anne sobs, hugging her friends.

That night, they go back to Garden Lodge and curl up on the couch watching shitty movies, and Jim gives them tea and biscuits to reward them for their stellar performance.

Lily Anne is almost asleep on the couch when she stirs due to Jim turning off the TV. She lets out a little noise of confusion and her father shushes her, tucking her back into her blankets.

“Dad?” she whispers, looking up at Jim.

He looks down at her and smiles. “Yes, love?”

“Did you like the performance?” she asks, smiling.

He nods, grinning down at her. “It was lovely, Lily. I loved it. Your Papa would be so proud to see you work the stage like that.”

Lily Anne smiles and closes her eyes. “Good.”

Jim kisses her forehead lightly. “Goodnight, love.”

Lily Anne falls asleep smiling, curled up with her friends on her couch.

Lily Anne smiles as the blue Thunderbird pulls into her driveway, watching as her uncle exits the car and looks sadly at it. She walks forward and grins, looking up at her uncle.

“You’re the one who offered this bet, Roger,” Lily says, shrugging. “This is all your own doing.”

The man sighs and looks down at the young woman. “I know, Lily. I’m sad to give it up, but I’ve got to admit, you did very well. I’m proud.”

She smiles at her uncle, squeezing his hand. “Thank you, Uncle Rog. I learned from the best, after all.”

Roger ruffles her hair before beginning to walk away, dejected. Lily feels a pit of guilt in her chest and sighs, running a hand through her hair.

“Roger, stop!” she exclaims, catching the man’s arm.

He turns to face her and raises a brow.

Her head slumps forward and she shakes it. “I… listen. I feel bad. You look so sad… you know what? We can share. It stays in my garage but if you want to take it for a ride…” she shrugs. “Go ahead.”

Roger grins, hugging the girl. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to follow through, Lily.”

She huffs, hugging him back. “Wanker.”

Inside the house, the band is lounging around, talking with their new friends, and clicking well. The band likes the cast. Bron and Madi have a close eye on Ezichi and Gwil, watching how they interact. They like the dynamic, and like most times, Lily appears to be correct about the match.

All they have to do now is sit back and wait for it to happen.

Lily walks inside, checks on her guests, and then pops back outside, lighting a cigarette. Ben soon follows, sitting next to her on the bench next to the koi pond like before.

Lily smiles at him, leaning back against a pillow on the bench. “Just so you know, I don’t intend to spend another four hours out here. I got bitten up by a bunch of bugs last time.”

Ben laughs, lighting his cigarette and shaking his head. “Nah. Maybe just thirty minutes this time around.”

Lily looks back at the pond, taking a puff of her cigarette. “Any grievances you want to air out? This is apparently a very good place to do it.”

Ben shrugs, breathing out smoke. “Nothing comes to mind at the moment. Give it some time, I’m sure something will come up.”

Just in that moment, Lily Anne’s phone buzzes and she picks it up, seeing a notification from twitter about Room 301’s concert.

SINGER LILY ANNE MERCURY SPOTTED WITH EASTENDERS HEARTTHROB BEN HARDY

Lily lets out a groan and shakes her head. “Ugh. Disgusting.”

Ben turns to look at her. “What is it?”

She hands him her phone, and he rolls his eyes at the headline. “That’s bollocks. I hate twitter.”

She takes her phone when he hands it back to her, looking up at him. “Why do you hate twitter in particular? It’s not the only site that thrives off of bullshit rumors.”

Ben sighs, looking down and rubbing his temples. At this, Lily Anne lets out a breath and begins to freak out.

“If that’s the grievance and you don’t want to air it out, I won’t force you, Ben.”

Ben shakes his head and looks over at her, taking a drag of his cigarette. “No, no. Don’t worry. I should talk about it. Talking made you feel better, didn’t it?”

She nods, looking at the pond. “It was very therapeutic. But don’t feel forced to let it out.”

Ben waves a hand dismissively. “I want to let it out, just give me a moment to collect my thoughts.”

Lily Anne nods, waiting patiently for Ben to collect his thoughts.

When he sits up and takes a deep breath, putting aside the butt of his cigarette, she hands him another one from her pack, which he takes and lights.

“Well, earlier on in my career, I was instructed to make social media accounts to stay relevant, gain fans, get more high profile roles, you know how it works,” Ben begins, looking forward.

“I was told the same thing. I’m assuming you made a twitter?” Lily Anne adds, looking over at him.

He nods, taking a deep breath. “I made a twitter, and I made a horrible mistake by checking the hashtag with my name.”

Lily Anne lets out a groan. She has a feeling she knows where this is going.

“The tweets I saw… the majority of them were just talking about my outer appearance, praising my body, but not acknowledging that I’m a damn good actor as well. My body isn’t all that I have to support my career.” Ben is becoming agitated, and Lily Anne rests a hand on his arm. “It became overwhelming, and the tweets got to my head. I began to think that maybe I was just a piece of meat for people to stare at, like they had said online. I began to absolutely loathe myself, and I could barely look in a mirror without feeling horrid.”

Lily moves closer to Ben, frowning. “Did you delete the app soon after?”

He nods, looking over at her. “Yes. My manager was incredibly mad at me, and didn’t listen when I tried to tell him why I was so uncomfortable. Then, he booked me a photoshoot that he said would really put me on the radar: a nude photoshoot.” Ben blinks back tears. “I’d never felt so objectified and worthless in my entire life.”

Lily Anne moves closer, holding one of his shaking hands. “Is this movie bringing back those fears, Ben?”

He nods, wiping his eyes. “Sometimes I think-- and I know it’s horseshit, but it still bothers me-- that I was only casted because I’m pretty. People won’t look at this movie and think about my acting, but my appearance. Apocalypse didn’t help with that either. My character ended up being an underdeveloped rebel with wings,” he continues, his voice cracking. “What if my career just ends up being me looking pretty on a screen for people to objectify?”

Lily Anne wraps an arm around his shoulder, trying to calm him down. “Hey, hey… it’s alright, Ben. I can assure you that for this role, you were chosen for your acting abilities. I helped Roger make the final choice.”

Ben sniffles and looks at Lily, green eyes damp. “You did?”

She smiles kindly at him. “I did, and in my opinion, this movie will help you get closer to being the kind of actor you want to be.”

He smiles, wiping his eyes. “I-I’m sorry about the tears, I just… I worry about this stuff. A lot.”

Lily Anne shakes her head, handing him a tissue. “It’s alright. Your worries show that you’re not willing to settle for anything, and that kind of determination will bring you where you want to go in your career. People who settle are temporary. The ones with ambition are the ones who stand the test of time.”

He nods, leaning back and taking a drag of his cigarette. “It doesn’t always seem like that.”

Lily Anne nods. “I know. I thought my competitors in the early 2000’s would be around forever, and Room 301 is one of the last rock bands standing. All you have to do is wait. Father Time will do the job for you.”

Ben looks over at her, brows raised. “How can you be so calm about this kind of thing? Aren’t you scared of fading into the background?”

She scoffs and looks over at him. “Of course I am! I can’t support this lifestyle with inheritance alone. I need to make money to keep this level of luxury going. But if I could go to rehab twice and take a hiatus and despite all that my band is still a household name, I’m fairly certain that I’m going to be fine. We’ll all be fine in the end.”

Ben nods, taking in what she said. “Sometimes I forget that you’ve been through so much,” he says, shaking his head. “Tonight, on stage… I’ve never seen anyone sustain that much energy for so long. It was like watching a different person.”

Lily frowns. “Is that a bad thing?”

Ben shakes his head vigorously. “Dear God, no! Not at all. It’s great. Your stage presence is amazing. I’ve never seen anything quite like it. But if I didn’t know you, I would never guess that anything bad has ever happened to that girl in her life.”

Lily shrugs and smiles down at the koi. “I guess I’m a good actress, then.”

Ben smiles down at her. “You could make some good money on the screen if this whole rock star thing doesn’t work out.”

She grins up at him. “Coming from a talented actor like you, that means a lot to me.”

Ben smiles, and the pair sit in silence, finishing their cigarettes.

Joe looks out the window at the pair, frowning. “They baffle me, they really do.”

Ezichi looks up from the card game she’s playing with Gwil and Rami and raises a brow. “What baffles you about them?”

Joe turns back to his friends, wringing his hands. “They’re so clearly into one another, and so good for one another, and they’re so clueless about it all!”

Gwil rolls his eyes, putting down a card. “They just met, Joe. Give them time before calling them clueless.”

“But they’re soulmates, Gwil! Soulmates! How do you not see it?” The man bounces onto the couch next to Gwil, insistently nudging his way into the man’s personal space.

Ezichi shakes her head. “I’ll know if she likes him before she knows it herself.”

Rami frowns, slapping down a card. “How would you know that?”

Ezichi smiles, putting down her last card and winning the game. “She gets this look in her eyes, this really sappy, disgustingly vulnerable look. You’ll know it when you see it.”

They smile and look outside the window before going back to their usual business before Ben and Lily notice.

It’s only a matter of time before they see that look.

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