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razertail18 · 8 months ago

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Miguel O'hara and daughter! Reader

I dunno why, but I'm an absolute sucker for Miguel O'hara and daughter!reader(its platonic, I can't stand incest)

My head just thinks of all the possible angst it has. One of these days, I'll finally be able to find the time to write other fics and this one in a proper way and just a rough idea!

~~✨💗🎀💗✨~~

You always love your papa, Miguel O'hara, but it's painfully obvious how he has been lacking recently. Well... As recently as the past few years.

Ever since the start of high school, Miguel has been absent in some events of your life.

It started when he would be late from picking you up from school, you would stay up late just to wait for him to come home, forgetting your traditional daddy-daughter sunday bonding time.

You didn't mind it at first until he stopped taking you out to celebrate your achievements, more specifically, every time you won a medal or got first place into any academic competition(specifically math and science).

Yup... You were a genius like your papa but he didn't send you to any gifted schools. He thought you deserved a normal childhood.

It was back in grade 9 where you won in an international math competition and won a gold medal... Like... Shock! Biggest achievement yet.

You already called Miguel about it and you just straight lied to him that all you got was a participation award. You were planning on surprising him, you take pride in the fact that you are just like your papa.

You went home with a medal in your hand and a bunch of empanadas on your other.

You wait.

And wait..

Oh, look at that it's 12:00 am. You could always skip school the next day...or technically today.

4 am and no calls... Is he... Okay?

And then Lyla pops up

"Oh, Lyla? Did papa have another all nighter at Alchemax?"

"Look, kid... I'll be honest with you... Miguel... He won't come back for a while."

"What?! Why? But... He said that he'll be here, besides, we always celebrate after I-"

"Y/N. I'm sorry, really, I am. And I'm sure your father does too."

You don't know why but you swore the way she gritted her teeth. Is that possible for holographic AI?

"Anyway, congrats, kid. I know it's just a participation award but, heck, you were against international kids. The best of the best. I mean, competing against hundreds of students in more than 20 countries. That's wild-"

"It's actually gold.

"What?"

"Won first place... I... I just wanna surprise, papa... But, um, thanks anyway..."

After that, it just got worse month after month, year after year. You are used to being alone now. Sometimes Tio Gabriel is there to take care of you. Lyla helps you to keep yourself sane.

While Miguel might still live at your house, it doesn't feel like it.

"I'm busy right now, hija."

"I'm sorry, biscotcho... Maybe some other time."

"Y/N, please! I am tired, I just need some peace at the moment."

Excuse after excuse. That's all you get.

There are the occasional times he did spend time with you that you both enjoy

But it got butchered when you were 15.

He was just gone. For months.

Tio Gabriel had to move in with you.

"Mig- Your papa is just busy. He's, um-"

"I get it... He's busy. What's new?"

Gabriel could see just how you were struggling to keep it together. He knows how close you and Miguel used to be.

Gabriel was debating on whether he should tell you that it was because Miguel had an accident that made him half-spider, half-human.

That Miguel became Spider-Man, a figure you slowly idolized and internally wished he'd be your father instead(Ironic, I know), that's why he's late.

That Miguel is out there saving the multi verse.

That Miguel does love you.

Granted, Gabriel didn't know that Miguel ditched you and him to live happily in another universe where he doesn't bear the burden of being Spider-Man.

After months, Miguel came back. You didn't recognize him at first.

His hair is unkept, dark circles under his eyes, more agitated, he's depressed. It's Miguel alright but a shell of your father.

It was one night where you found out the truth when a strange portal appeared and a few...Spider-Man or Spider-Men? Women? Cat? Spider-People.

Along with them is the Spider-Man you were familiar with. There's that skull shaped spider in his costume.

You were trying to get a closer look and caught them on camera. You didn't expect them that your Spider-Man would reveal his face

"P-Papa?"

After that you started digging deeper, snooping around Miguel's things and researching about Spider-Man in general.

You were fangirling at first until you realize that's the whole reason why he had always been so absent

You were furious. You don't know whether to shout, cry, punch, wail, or anything to let your bottled up emotions out

You hated him.

He left you to save other people. He abandoned you to be a superhero. And he didn't tell you! He lied to you.

Did Lyla knew? Of course she does. And tio Gabriel, he might as well have.

Would he really abandon his child to just play the hero...

You wanna tell him.

You were already walking down Miguel's office until you heard him talk about some anomalies and how these villains keep taking up his time.

"I shocking swear, Miguel, you get to see these villains more than you get to see your own daughter!"

"Several universes depends on it! You think I have enjoyed doing this for the past several years, Gab?!"

So the villains get more attention than you, huh?

Maybe it's time to have that so-called 'Bad girl era' that almost every teen goes through. But how...

You huffed as you landed on your bed filled with Spider-Man comics from the Golden Hero era as part of your research. And then you saw a particular villain in one of the pages.

"I'm a genius, right?... How hard could it be to pull off Doc Oct's metal arms... Besides... Nueva York still hasn't had a version of him. It's about time for one."

You immediately got to work. You had experience when it comes to robotics and tech, thanks to Miguel since he introduced you to it.

Miguel and Gabriel thought of nothing about it when you requested several metal parts and wires. It was not uncommon for you to mess around making robots.

The other materials that will gather suspicion, you have to buy it yourself or steal it.

You did feel bad for stealing but you love that adrenaline rush in your blood as you almost got caught and ran away scot free.

You made some changes to the original idea of Doc Oct's metal limbs. You read something about an inhibitor chip and there's no way you are implanting a chip in your body.

So you have to work your way around it. There's also something about an A.I., a huge no for you since you learned the hard way that you are still beyond mastering it.

So you just went with the voice command and controlling it manually.

At first you only have two limbs and the other pair was only used after you got the handle of it.

"Soooo... What crime should I do first... I don't exactly wanna hurt people. I just wanna fight pap- I mean, Spider-Man but how..."

You walk through the city carrying that heavy ass backpack containing the metal arms while looking where to cause crime.

Then you saw how a bunch of the policemen were abusing their power...again. And you look back at the police that was parked just near you.

"Hello there..."

It took Miguel by surprise when he saw a clip sent by Lyla about some weird Doc Oct wannabe making a ruckus in Nueva York about...destroying police cars and the police department? Odd.

Nonetheless, Miguel is pissed and was forced to fight the new villain any way whom he had found to be annoying.

"What in the shock are you achieving in destroying cars, Doc Oct?"

"Ummm, don't you think Doc Quad fits better... I only have, like, 4 metal limbs. But it makes me sound like a body builder.

It was strange how much you enjoyed causing mayhem or was it because Miguel's focus is on you. Regardless, your 'villainy' continued on for months.

You never hurt innocent people. More like an inconvenience to everyone in the city and just being a stupid teen who thinks there being bad but cool.

Of course, Miguel hated you. You were there being a distraction to his responsibility of keeping the multi verse in tact.

Strangely enough if there were any anomalies in Nueva York, you were the one to fight them off and the Spider-People sometimes just needed to pick them up to send them back home.

And as time goes on, you actually manage to strike a peaceful conversation with Miguel and some of the other Spider-People like Peter B. And Gwen(if they were around Nueva York) if you weren't feeling like being a menace.

"I'm just saying, Miguel. Your Doc Oct could be a great member in HQ. Just think about it." Gwen is trying to convince Miguel, she sort of made a weird friendship with you.

"She's practically harmless." Peter added.

"Uhuh. I think flooding the streets of Nueva York, releasing several animals free in pounds, painting government halls in rainbows, cleaning the river while tossing the thrash back in front of company's headquarters, and destroying police property is pretty harmless.

"Sounds more like an angst teen to me. At least, she never tried killing you." Peter joked.

He did give it some thought. Maybe you are a teen behind that black mask and shades you always wear but he couldn't really know.

Except for one particular event.

It was your sixteenth birthday. Miguel promised to make it special for you since you never got the quinceañera he promised you before.

You didn't really care you just wanted the whole day with him.

You didn't go to school that day only spending the day with Miguel.

This was it. Your prayers have finally been answered and then- oops...

Miguel left you in a diner while taking lunch to 'go buy something' and he didn't return.

Everything is turning out so well. A bed in breakfast, giving you tons of hugs and kisses from your papa, letting you pick out a new dress, and watching that new monster movie you've been waiting for about some overgrown lizard.

You knew he had been called to his 'job'. That is more important than you. Than his own daughter.

You left the dinner as you ran back to your home. You don't wanna cry. Not this time. Your heart is burning with all the rage and pain of his neglect over the years.

When Gabriel saw your tear-stained face, he already knew what happened.

He was ready to hear you breaking down in your room but he didn't expect to see your bedroom walls breaking down with tentacle claws visible through the smoke and rubble.

"Y-Y/N?" Gabriel didn't wanna believe it. But he saw you put on that mask and the shades that Doc Oct always wears.

You refused to listen to anybody as you thrashed everything that comes in your way. And you went directly to the electricity company and turned the lights illuminating the city night off.

You thrashed the broadcast and signal of the city (a/n: how do you even describe that)

No electricity, no signals, everything is off. You hoped that the HQ Miguel is in is affected as well.

You got bored as you ruined the streets, letting your anger out in the destruction you havoc.

Now...where was that HQ located? You swore you saw it in your father's plans.

Okay. Plan B.

Time to pay a visit to your papa's office.

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A/N: might continue it as an actual proper fic but I really wanna write the reader as a villain. I know it's such a mess but way too sleep deprived but I might continue it later

#atsv miguel #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel x daughter!reader #daughter!reader #platonic relationships #platonic #angst #hurt/comfort

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consumedbyfeels · 6 months ago

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Ashes to Ashes Spoilers

Okay so I am not okay after "Ashes to Ashes"

spoilers below

First off I love how proud Buck looks when Tommy gets his award.

And go Chim put Gerrald in his place, Also I hate him but you have to admit "I heard you got your wings" was a clever way to insult Tommy, it doesn't even sound inherently like an insult so A+ for creativity even if you are being a dick.

I just love the Gerrald a man who is playing prejudice bingo and winning had to watch a gay man, a bisexual man, a hispanic man, a asian man and a black lesbian receive awards and play nice and be professional while doing so, He must have hated every moment and I love it.

LEAVE HENREN ALONE!!!! WTF they are best parents Mara could have and they were so close to being family. I know they are going to fight like hell for her and the firefam with be with them every step of the way, but damn that women has it out for Hen and she has the power to make her life hell. I hope they can win but I'm scared, that is a powerful enemy to have.

Also Buck being a good friend to Eddie about the whole Kim thing and being supportive but also lowkey knocking sense into him. I have to admit my favorite part is eddie being confuse whos at his back door and even more confused when it's buck who asks if he can come in as if he doesn't have a key and barges in whenever he wants.

Eddie confronting his feeling over Shannon and finally getting closer is going to be great for him after it blows things up a bit. Marosal and Chris could not have had worse timing but it'll end for the better I believe. I just wanted to give Eddie a big hug in that scene, I was about to start crying with him. Poor baby.

Also bobby telling Buck he knows Tommy is a good man because they haven't had to talk about it is amazing. We love a supportive dad.

Athena honey, "there is a part of you I could never touch" ouch. My Bathena heart.

Nooo Bobby better be okay, I just know the next episode is going to be heartbreaking.

You can see Amir getting angry as he looks at the photos. Bobby is going to blame himself and that's going to spiral into something bad. Athena's going to blame herself because she asked Amir to come over and everything and now Bobby is hurt.

Also where is Harry during the fire? May is probably at her place but Harry was staying with them. I'm guessing he wasn't there cuz neither of them went all Papa/Mama Bear but I'm gonna need confirmation of this fact pleas ABC.

I hope Bobby lives and stays at the 118.

They really set up for all kinds of heartbreak in this episode. There was a lot packed into this week.

Why is everything but Tevan and Madney a dumpster fire holy shit, I am not okay. Don't get me wrong I am happy Tevan and Madney are thriving they deserve it but damn,

If you need me I will be consoling my broken heart by reading/writing Tevan fics.

#911 abc #consumedbyfeelsposts #bucktommy #evan buck buckley #tommy kinard #buck x tommy #911 buck #henren #chimney han #buck and eddie #911 eddie #911 spoilers #kinkley #bathena

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satchelov3298 · 1 year ago

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A future letter, to my Daughter.

……..

YOOoooooOooOooO!!! :)

To, my Zen Ben.

how are you, my love.

I hope the world isn’t treating bad out there.

And if it’s trying? I hope you’re giving it a run for it’s money ya digg lol

Zen, it’s your first birthday today.

It’s my daughter’s first birthday.

I never even thought I’d ever even be saying those words, without me having my Grammy first.

But Allah, has plans for us we never know about it.

Your Mena used to always tell me that.

But I got my awards; I got my acknowledgment; I got my chance.

And I did damn good, with it.

The awards; whether I got them, didn’t get them…not of that means more to me than you.

Not of that means, more to me than seeing you outgrown me.

seeing you do more than me.

hearing about you seeing more than me.

learn more, love more, live more, experience more, accomplish more than me and your mother combined. that’s what I want for you.

To be the best you can be at any time you can be.

Even when you’re at your lowest, when you nowhere to turn, no more real friends, when you feel like me or your mother don’t understand you, when you don’t understand yourself, when your dreams aren’t coming true, when that stupid boy tries to break your heart (and daddy breaks his jaw)..whatever it is that ever makes you feel like you’re aren’t good enough; that’s when you use what you can use to dig deep inside yourself and push thru whatever obstacle is in your way.

That’s being the best you can be at any time.

I don’t want you feel like you can’t ever be you.

Like you can’t be unsure of things, like you have to everything figured out.

Because you can be and you really don’t.

Most of the best things in life come out of patience, love and one good “you know what, fuck it..let’s just do it” moment.

That’s how you got here.

So be gentle with you. The world won’t be.

Be content with yourself and admire the idea of growth and progression.

Those two things will always keep you getting better in any aspect of life and that’s what you need and should want.

A solid foundation is a rarity these days.

You prolly like “bruh 🙄 my daddy talk so much”

….

Ion care!

I love you and I want you to be more prepared for the world than I was.

Especially with you being a girl.

Cause, I don’t know what that feels like.

As a human being with some sort of spiritual conscious, though, I must give you the tools and advice I learned while down here “in school”.

It’s not that bad tho.

I know you’ll fucking crush this.

I’m not dead yet and I’m not dying no time soon….but

When the day does come..and you’re old enough; I want your mother to play some videos of me for you, so I can kinda get used to my voice…then I want you to read this so I can always be here for you and you can always hear me talking to you, walking with you, whenever you need it.

Whether I’m dead or alive

near or free

rich or poor

you’ll always be more baby girl and I’ll be your papa bear, forever more.

happy birthday zen a’irie hall-collins 🎈🎉

“zen ben”

08/15/22

#Spotify

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gruviafan-forever · 4 years ago

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GRUVIA WEEK- DAY III

"DISCOVERY"

When Gray had reported the drone issues to Erza and Mr Dreyar, the agency was in fix about who could be going to this extent to know about one of their actor's personal lives.

"Looks like there are still some reporters who believe that photos stuff,"

Makarov said while rubbing his forehead.

"But Master didn't we announce it's just a hoax that should have calmed everyone down" Erza reasoned.

"That's not the case, Erza. It's more like these people are working to uncover Gray's secret and create some scandalous sensations"

Makarov said and tried calling his grandson, Laxus Dreyar who works in the police department.

After informing Laxus, Makarov seemed to have calmed down. That's when Erza informed Gray's decision to unravel his marriage.

"It's high time. However, it's a good decision" Makarov said with a smile.

He knew how hard Gray has worked for these four years to shape his career.

"Let's hope it goes accordingly. Tell Mr Jason to come and meet me. He needs to prepare an article about this and publish it the very next day of the award function on Sorceress Weekly. Also, I need to talk with Gray tomorrow, do inform him, Erza" Makarov informed.

"Yes Master," Erza said with a smile.

NEXT MORNING

Gray got ready for the upcoming event and told her he could come late at night so that they don't wait for him for dinner.

"Yes, Gray-sama. Today I was planning to take Yuki to the park so that she could play with kids of her age. But after what happened yesterday, I decided not to," Juvia said and was adjusting Gray's coat.

Gray began to ponder before he spoke again, "I know it's not right to keep her inside the house and deny her playing freedom. But the situation calls for it, we have to bear for a few more days, Juvia."

He said confidently and kissed her forehead.

It was still 9 AM and Yuki was still fast asleep. So the couple had time for themselves to enjoy their company.

"Sure Gray-sama. You take care. Don't go getting rigid suddenly. Be smiling and welcome your fans warmly. It's because of them you have gained this popularity, remember that Gray-sama."

Juvia lectured her husband like every time any event comes up.

"Yes, madam"

Gray rolled his eyes and smiled at the end. At times, she treated him like a child which he secretly liked.

"Good boy, now get going. I have a lot of chores to do today. If possible, can we go to the supermarket? They're few things which we need to purchase." Juvia consulted him.

Gray agreed and told them to be wary of their surroundings.

"Don't let Yuki wander off on her own. She's such a ball of energy. I know she is a bit difficult to control but look after her. I will take my leave, bye, wifey."

Gray leaned forward to kiss her lips and got one in return.

After bidding bye to her husband, Juvia got freshened up to kick start her day before her daughter woke up.

Soon Gray reached the mentioned location, he was escorted by his manager through the back exit.

"Good morning, Erza"

"Happy morning, Gray. How's Juvia and Yuki doing?"

"Oh, they are doing great. Did Mr Dreyar say anything about the issue?" Gray questioned her.

"Yeah… he wants to meet you after this event. So get ready for that."

Erza informed them and soon they reached the main cabin where every celebrity under the Fairy Tail banner was present.

They greeted each other before Gray went to his friend, Natsu Dragneel and his girlfriend, Lucy Heartfilia.

They bumped their fist and the first thing Natsu asked about was Yuki and Juvia.

Almost every single member of Fairy Tail knew about him so it was not a piece of surprise news for them.

"They are good. Juvia's been calling you two for dinner. Why don't you come by one day? And you too, Erza. Come with your boyfriend."

Gray teased the red-haired woman who had the courtesy to blush on hearing about her love interest.

"Sure, we will come by, once we get to enjoy some free time,"

Natsu said and Lucy nodded in agreement.

That's when Gajeel decided to enter their group. It had been three years since he joined Fairy Tail after his Phantom Band got disbanded.

It was Juvia who proposed Gajeel join this big agency. Gray had spoken about this to Mr Dreyar on his girlfriend's insistence.

Mr Dreyar readily agreed after seeing his performance, ever since, then, Gajeel had been performing for this agency.

His popularity soared after his debut. Gajeel was very much grateful to both Gray and Juvia.

Gajeel had insisted Juvia continue being his lyricist but she denied it as the agency had appointed their best Lyricist, Levy McGarden to aid her best friend.

Juvia knew Gajeel was smitten by her and didn't have the heart to the third wheel behind them.

Moreover, things happened which made her quit the part-time job which she was doing.

"Yo guys, it's been a long since I saw you all in existence. How's everything going on?"

Gajeel greeted and began with the conversation.

Gray greeted him back and soon everyone started to discuss the event and its aftermath.

It had been a month since Gray and Juvia had levelled up their relationship.

Gray's first tv drama shooting has been wrapped up. In a few more episodes, the drama reaches its conclusion.

For now, Gray enjoyed his free time before the shooting for the next drama commences.

The last two days were hectic for both of them as the agency had ordered Gray to move out of that lodging apartment to other high society flats which they had arranged for him.

This move was taken to avoid fans and reporters gathering around his place and prevented them from invading his privacy.

Juvia was sad hearing this news as now she will be left alone in his apartment.

Even her best friend had moved out to give privacy to her and Gray, same was the case with Gray, Natsu had moved out a couple of months as soon as he signed up for his first tv series.

Juvia tried to remain bold and not to tear up but nothing could get past Gray's eyes.

"Juvia"

Gray pouted, she was not paying attention to him and was just staring blankly at his shirt.

To remove her from trance, Gray hugged her from behind which startled her.

"Gray-sama"

"Oi!! What's with the long face? I have never seen you thinking like this. Are you perhaps trying to ditch me?" Gray teased her and kissed her neck.

Juvia turned around and hit his chest, "Don't joke like that. You know how much I love you. Stupid Gray"

Juvia sounded serious especially when he heard her calling him 'Gray'.

She never called him by name without a suffix. That's when he noticed she was crying.

Gray began to fidget and cupped her face, "Hey dear, what happened? Why are you crying?" He asked her worriedly.

Juvia began to wipe her tears off but it never stopped until she told him the reason.

"I feel we will stay apart, Gray-sama, emotionally too. I'm scared that I will be left all alone once again in my life. Of course, I'm being clingy on you but I couldn't help it."

She conveyed her feelings and hugged her lover tightly.

Gray felt happy that she opened up her fear. Even he didn't want to move away from her and from the morning was thinking of asking her to move in with me as his fiancee.

Yes, Gray wanted to marry her and have a lovely life with her. He knew from these 7 months of dating, that she was born for him and he for her.

He was going to propose to her tonight but it looks like the plan needs to be executed at the moment to make her feel assured of their relationship.

"Juvia, I.."

Before Gray could say anything, Juvia fell unconscious in his arms. He tried to wake her up but it was futile.

He carried her to the bedroom and went out to call a doctor from a nearby clinic.

Once the doctor had come and checked her up, Gray felt relief that she was alright and nothing to worry about except...

"WHAT??" Gray shrieked.

"Yes, Mr Fullbuster. Your girlfriend is pregnant. Congratulations, once Juvia wakes up, give her the medicine and go and visit the gynaecologist, they will guide you from there."

The doctor left him after advising him how to take care of a pregnant woman.

Gray couldn't believe what was happening at the moment. He had mixtures of thoughts and emotions.

But predominantly, it was happiness. He is going to be a father, that too really soon. He was going to lead a happy life with his beloved.

Soon, he was going to have a family which he and Juvia were denied from starting, this brought him happy tears and thanked the Gods for such a second chance.

Now all he hoped for was Juvia to feel the same as him.

After 30 minutes, Juvia woke up from her sleep, the first thing she saw was Gray resting beside her.

Juvia smiled at him and ruffled his hairs and that's when she noticed the ring on her finger.

She couldn't believe her eyes and closed her mouth with her palms to avoid shouting.

Slowly, Gray woke up and saw his girlfriend's surprised expression which brought a smile to his face.

"Well, calm down, Juvia"

Hearing his voice, Juvia pulled him into a hug and shouted 'yes'.

Gray chuckled, " I didn't even ask you yet"

Juvia began rubbing her face against his and kissed his forehead,

"I will marry you, Gray-sama."

Gray kissed her lips, "I was actually planning to do it tonight after dinner but here, I'm asking you 'Will you marry me?' "

"1000 times Yes… I'm waiting to live my life with you, Gray-sama…"

"So do I, dear"

Gray kissed her again.

Once their adrenaline has calmed down, Gray slowly broke the news.

"You know what, I found out something. Can you take a guess?"

Gray asked her while squeezing her palms.

Juvia wondered what it could be and accepted her defeat. Now she was curious what this could be.

"We are going to be parents. You are pregnant, Juvia. You are gonna be mama and I'm gonna be papa."

He said with a big smile and kissed her palm.

Then, he told her everything from the moment she fainted to till doctors departure.

Juvia was shedding happy tears and caressing her flat tummy for now. She was going to be a mother, she was going to have her own family now which she longed for since her childhood.

"Are you happy, Gray-sama?"

She wanted to know his feelings.

"My happiness goes beyond this world. I'm happy that we are gonna start be a family together. Juvia, let's get married tomorrow."

Gray shared his piece of mind.

"Thank you for sharing the same feeling as mine, Gray-sama. I love you a lot." Juvia said earnestly.

The very next day, they got their marriage registered in an office. Gray casually informed the recent events of his life to friends and Mr Dreyar.

They were shell shocked yet wished them both happiness enough for their life ahead.

That's when Mr Dreyar had told him to hide this news from the public as Gray was still a budding artist and this could hamper this growth.

Juvia agreed and supported this decision and even convinced Gray to agree with this. It's after sorting out these issues they finally went to their new home.

#gruvia #gruviaweek #gruvia week 2021 #gruvia week

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madeofitzits · 5 years ago

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In honor of the impending return of Brooklyn 99, here are 99 reasons that...

1. He was precocious enough to know, at 5 years old, that he wanted to change his name (x)

2. He has a bunch of nicknames: Sandy Amberg, Young Sandwich, etc. but the most endearing one is 'Droidy', his family's name for him (x)

3. He is still super close friends with people he's known since: Elementary School (Chelsea Peretti) (x)...

4. Junior High/High School (Kiv and Jorm) (x)

5. … Summer Camp (Irene Neuwirth) (x)

7. ...and Film School (Chester Tam) (x)

8. Before he met Joanna, he dated other famous ladies but - out of respect - he never discussed it/them (x)

9. He loves turtles and tortoises. When he was a kid, he had a pet turtle that he named 'Squirt' because the first time he held it, it peed on him. His Mom, Margie, accidentally killed Squirt when Andy was at Summer camp... (x)

10. … Maybe this is why, when shooting 'Popstar', Andy fell hard for Maximus (Conner 4 Real's turtle). He says they "had a good thing going" and that he wanted to adopt him. In the end, he decided against it because there are a bunch of coyotes in his neighborhood and he was worried the little guy wouldn't be safe. (Popstar: DVD Commentary)

11. Speaking of his Mom, despite being a super private person, he appeared on 'Finding your Roots' so that he could help her track down her birth family (x)

12. When he succeeded he cried (although we never got to see it on camera) (x)

13. That's because, like all good boys, he loves his Mama which is why - as part of the same episode - he said "My mom is basically the kindest person I know… and many people would corroborate that" (x)

14. Andy's Sisters, Hannie (Johanna) and Darrow, used to make him wear diapers and put his hair in pigtails until he was 5 years old. He says he didn't mind because he just liked that they were paying attention to him (x)

15. That's why he sees his identity in comedy as being 'America's kid brother'. When he was young, he would annoy his sisters until they laughed and he claims to have been replicating that approach to entertainment ever since

16. Although a bunch of his characters have 'Daddy Issues', Andy definitely doesn't. He's super close with his Papa (Joe) and has said "he's a good man" and "the best Dad in the world" (x)

17. Joe was Andy's youth soccer coach and in one scene in 'Hot Rod', Joe's favorite photograph can be seen in the background. It shows a very young Andy posing with a soccer ball, after "scoring the winning goal against Mersey" (x)

18. He's been a loyal Golden State Warriors fan since he was a little kid, living in Oakland (then Berkeley) and, in 2010, he correctly predicted that they would "win a Championship in my lifetime" (x)

19. The proceeds from his Umami Burger ('The Samburger') went to a deafness early detection program in Berkeley. This cause is close to his heart because Margie uses hearing aids and used to work in the special needs program, teaching deaf kids (x)

20. He, Kiv, and Jorm have made multiple donations to their old school district, including $250 000 to its theater program (x)

21. On the subject of The Lonely Island; Andy always goes out of his way to make sure that everyone knows how much he owes to his buddies. For instance, he told Marc Maron, during his WTF appearance, that "I get a lot of credit for what Kiv and Jorm have done" (x)

22. He makes this face when he knows he’s said something naughty…

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23. During his 'Wild Horses' appearance, he said that he can't watch scary movies because they freak him out too much. He told 'Complex' that he's still scared of 'The Shining' (x)...

24. … Similarly, when he was at UC Santa Cruz he worked at the Del Mar movie theater and he had a hard time coping with screenings of 'Species 2' (x)

25. He fell in love with Joanna, the moment he met her, when she greeted him by addressing him as 'Steve the C**t' (x)

26. He listened to 'Ys', everyday for a year, before he and Joanna started dating (x)

27. He bought the original portrait that was used as the basis of the cover art for 'Ys' and gave it to Joanna as a Christmas present, so that she could hang it in her music room (x)

28. He loves birds and goes hiking and birding with Joanna (x)

29. Every new comment he makes about Joanna becomes an instant contender for 'most beautiful thing a person has ever said about their spouse' (x)

30. For example, he readily admits that Jake's iconic heart eyes are the result of him thinking about his amazing wife (x)

31. There are many stories about how incredibly romantic Andy and Joanna's wedding was and Jorm has said that it featured "the most magical vows I've ever heard" (x)

32. The Newsombergs now live in Charlie Chaplin's old house (x)

33. On the Emmys Red Carpet (2015), the year he hosted, they took a momentary break from posing for the world's press to whisper 'I love you' to each other (x)

34. At last year's Vanity Fair party, Andy carried Joanna's purse for her so she could grab a snack (x)

35. He was a semi-permanent fixture in the audience for her recent run of shows for the 'Strings/Keys Incident' tour, even officially confirming his status as the 'President of her Fan Club' (x)

36. He used his Golden Globes monologue to call out the government for framing and murdering the Black Panthers (x)

37. On the Carpet for the Guy's Choice Awards, he called the event "a ridiculous farce", adding that "men already have it so easy - it's insane that there's a show that celebrates them". That makes sense when you consider that he, Kiv and Jorm have made an entire career out of parodying toxic masculinity (x)

38. He once said that only "idiot-ass men" think that women aren't funny (x)

39. He’s been wearing glasses since 7th Grade and he has the most heartbreakingly cute habit of nudging them up his nose, (especially when he wears his Sol Moscot frames) (x)...

40. ... and of rubbing his eyes under them (x)

41. He barely ever wears glasses for roles but he also avoids contacts (because he doesn't like touching his eyeballs) which means he's almost always 'acting blind' (x)

42. He has worn his glasses in character a few times - as 'himself' ('Lady Dynamite'), as 'Paul' ('I Think You Should Leave') and during a very small number of SNL sketches (e.g. during his one appearance in a 'Gilly' with Kristen Wiig) (x)

43. He can't tolerate glare and when that makes him squint it's a sight that's too cute for words (x)

44. He owns about six outfits and has been rotating them for well over a decade (x)

45. He barely ever breaks during shooting/while performing, so when he does it's aggressively adorable. (x), (x)

46. He's a grown ass man who persuades people to come with him to the bathroom because if he goes by himself he'll get lonely (x)

47. He didn't announce he was leaving SNL, until after his last appearance, selflessly choosing not to detract from Kirsten Wiig's huge and emotional send-off (x)

48. He undertook a quest to smell like Lorne Michaels (x)

49. He's ageing like a fine wine (x)

50. To protect their daughter's privacy, Andy and Joanna never announced that they were expecting. They've never released their little girl's name or date of birth and most news outlets still report that they became parents in August 2017 (even though that's inaccurate) (x)

51. Although he's careful not to talk about his daughter often, sometimes he can't keep from gushing about her. For example, when asked about his first year of fatherhood he said: "It’s been the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Just like a beautiful, incredible dream. It has surpassed every expectation I ever had. It’s definitely been very blissful" (x)

52. After their daughter was born, Andy and Joanna spent the first 40 days at home with her (in a practice known as 'confinement'). He's described it as being "a really special time". (x)

53. Andy is famously mild-mannered but, when asked about what triggers his 'Dad claws', he admitted that if anyone attempted to touch his daughter, without permission, he'd "probably sock them hard in the face"…

54. ...Characteristically, he went on to add that he hopes that never happens, since he hasn't been in a fight since 6th Grade (x)

55. Cyndi Lauper was his first celebrity crush and he plays her record ('She's so unusual') for his daughter all the time. (x)

56. His is the very definition of a precious laugh (x)...

57. It's made even more wonderful by the way it makes his voice go high-pitched (x)

58. … and the way it causes his eyebrow to rise involuntarily

59. It's impossible not to smile at his impression of his Mom (x)

60. And laugh at his impression of John Mulaney (x)

61. He was so convinced he wouldn't win the Golden Globe for Best Actor in a Comedy or Musical, that he didn't prepare a speech. Instead, as he explained to David Letterman, he "just went… and started drinking". The resulting list of improvised 'thank yous' was perfect in every way (x)

62. As producers, Andy, Kiv and Jorm have given life to some amazing projects ('Alone Together', 'Brigsby Bear', 'I Think You Should Leave')...

63. … and gone out of their way to support women in comedy ('Party Over Here', 'PEN15') (x)

64. As well as being a comedy legend, he's a super-talented dramatic actor, who gave the performance of a lifetime in 'Celeste and Jesse Forever' but, after the movie wrapped, and it was time to do press for it, he was straight back to goofing around (x)

65. His lip bite should be illegal (x)

66. Even though he wears the same vanishingly small number of outfits, over and over, he has a vast collection of the most excellent socks (x)

67. He always gives 'editing notes' during his own interviews (x)

68. He has a super sweet and sincere way of thanking interviewers when they compliment him (x)

69. He adjusts his hoodie constantly (x)

70. The two most perfect Jake laughs in b99 are actually real Andy laughs 'https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=W38A_xuXaeg https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=sVm9nYrTWRQ

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71. Virtually everyone who has ever worked with Andy has talked about what a wonderful person he is. This explains why so many of them have been involved with more than one of his projects (x)

72. It's not only his colleagues who talk about what a delight he is (x), (x)

73. This lovestruck fool wore his own wife's merch when he went out to dinner (x)

74. No one else uses the word 'dinky' quite like Andy (x). The same goes for 'snacky' (see point 70)

75. He does this with his tongue (x)

76. He still likes to play soccer but his eyesight is so bad that he has to keep his glasses on for it

77. When he lets his gorgeous floofy hair grow a little it sits perfectly over the arms of his glasses (x)

78. He gifted the world with Jakey's little curl (x)

79. At the James Franco Roast, he couldn't bring himself to be mean to anyone except himself (and Jeff Ross, a little!) (x)

80. In fact, he's always been willing to laugh at himself (x) and he still is (x)

81. He changes b99 scripts to make them more feminist (x)

82. Despite their humble insistence that they just benefited from 'good timing', the reality is that Andy, Kiv and Jorm (along with Chris Parnell) revolutionized digital media, when 'Lazy Sunday' popularized YouTube, increasing its traffic by 85% overnight (x)

83. He once attended the Vanity Fair party because his Mom told him to (x)

84. He has an amazing way of subtly but firmly shutting down inappropriate questions, like when this interviewer suggested that Holt being gay was something that could have been played for laughs https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=idQsYQfkR5o

85. He auditioned for SNL at the same time as Bill Hader. Hader thought he'd blown it because Andy had a bunch of props and Bill had none. In the meantime, Andy thought he'd blown it when he saw Hader and realized 'this guy doesn't need any props' (x)

86. His bromance with Seth Meyers is one for the ages (x)

87. Every single second of this video is proof of why Andy, Kiv and Jorm deserve the world (x)

88. He once dragged Mulaney up on stage for SNL Goodnights, even though writers weren't allowed to join in (x)

89. He has a hilarious phobia of pooping anywhere except his own bathroom (x)

90. His beautiful, beautiful, face: His smile (radiant), his eyes (caramel - hella disarming), his ears (adorably asymmetrical), his nose (perfect), His chin (the dimple… *swoon*), his jaw (could cut glass), The 'Sambeard' (another amazing layer of pretty) (x)

91. His body: His butt (x), his thighs, (x) his soft lil tummy (The ‘Sambelly’) (x), his hands. (x), his arms (x), his hips…

(Gif credit: @amystiago /@badpostandy on Twitter)

92. All signs point to the fact that, like Jake, Andy uses his glasses case as a wallet (x)

93. Jake's "cool-cool-cool-cool-cool-cool" is an irl Andy-ism that the writers worked into b99 scripts. What's even better is that Joanna does it, too (x)

94. He has a really good arm and is low key competitive, which is super hot https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=e32K_nBDy3Q

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95. He's one half of the cutest Red Carpet pose of all time (x)

96. He barely ever seems to get mad but if angry Jake is anything to go by, maybe he should... (x)

97. He's a huge nerd, who geeks out over GOT, LOTR, 'Star Wars', 'Alien(s)' and anything relating to time travel (x), (x)

98. He has a gorgeous speaking voice, especially when he’s tired or a little sick. (Bonus points for any time he uses the word ‘correct’. See point 30) (x)

99. He’s still so committed to his b99 fans and fam, even after all this time and is as excited as the rest of us that...

#99 reasons to love #andy samberg #brooklyn nine nine #b99 #a masterpost for the best boy there is

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headfulloffantasies · 4 years ago

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Birds Fly the Nest

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Jim Gordon faces the unquenchable interest of the Gotham’s rogues into the romantic life of his daughter

Jim Gordon heard that the Batmobile had soundproofing. That once a villain sat secured in the backseat, Batman drove in brooding silence. Gordon’s police cruiser was not the Batmobile.

Harley Quinn warbled into her hundredth verse of “One Million Bottles of Beer on the Wall” as the car sped towards Arkham at increasing speed. Montoya had a lead foot at the best of times. With a crazy clown singing off key in the back? She became a NASCAR racer.

Gordon twisted in his seat. “Can you please stop?” He ground out at Quinn.

The clown grinned manically. “You’re no fun. I’m entertaining myself.”

Gordon rubbed his aching temples. “If I tell you a story, will you be entertained enough to shut up?”

“Yippee!” Harley bounced and clanked her handcuffs together. “Story time!”

Gordon cast his mind for anything at all to chatter about. “So, my daughter,” he starts. “Brought a new boy home last weekend.”

Montoya met his eye in the mirror. Gordon grimaced.

He continued. “This kid is perfect. Like a glossy magazine, you know? Firm handshake, scholarship awards, good job, good family. But something about him felt odd. You know when you meet someone and you know they aren’t being genuine? And I think I’ve met him somewhere before. So I look him up. He’s a circus freak. Used to perform trapeze with his parents until they got murdered.”

Montoya raised an eyebrow. Harley gripped the caging between her and Gordon, utterly rapt.

Gordon swallowed and went on. “I like the kid, really. But what kind of guy can go through his parents’ murders and still be okay? Something has to be wrong with him, right? How can I let my girl keep seeing a guy like that?”

Harley hummed. “D’you want my professional opinion?”

Gordon faltered, forgetting that Harley had once been a renowned psychiatrist.

“I think,” Harley said. “That Papa Bear is too protective of his little girl. You gotta let a gal have her space. My daddy didn’t let me date. Not one boy ever looked at me my whole life living under daddy’s roof ‘cause they knew what daddy’d do to them if they tried.” Harley sighed. “I ran away from home, did you know that? I wasn’t there when mama died. And I missed daddy’s passing too. You gotta keep those ties if you don’t want to regret them.”

Gordon suddenly viscerally remembered that Harley’s father had killed his wife and gotten the electric chair for it. He swallowed hard. “Right. Thank you, Doctor Quinzel.”

“Oh sugar, call me Harley,” the clown laughed. She rattled the caging. “Are we there yet? Nine hundred thousand ninety- nine bottles of beer on the wall-,”

Gordon groaned and buried his head in his hands.

As the arresting officer, it fell to Gordon to interrogate Harvey Dent once he’d been cuffed to the table in police headquarters.

Gordon set a cup of horrid cop coffee in front of Dent and took his seat across from the gangster.

“Harley says your daughter’s stepping out with some circus freak,” Two Face sneered.

Gordon slumped in his seat. What had possessed him to tell Harley Quinn, gossip extraordinaire, about Barbara and Richard?

“I remember your little girl,” Dent said. “You still keep her photo on your desk?”

“Of course,” Gordon snapped.

“You ever lie to her, Jim?” Dent asked in a low growl. “She ever lie to you?”

A shiver ran down Gordon’s spine. His mind flashed to purple bruises and shoddy excuses. “I don’t want to talk to you about Barbara, Harvey. Let’s talk about your attempted robbery.”

Dent grunted. He leaned his elbows on the table. “You gotta be two-faced about men seeing your girl,” Dent advised. “Smile when she’s in the room and give him the what for when she’s not around.”

“Thank you, Harvey,” Gordon said. “That’s very insightful.”

“If you don’t, he’ll get the idea no one’s watching,” Two Face went on. “Think he can get up to something, if you catch my drift.”

“Harvey,” Gordon forced his voice to remain even. “My daughter is a grown woman. I’m not sabotaging her relationships just because the guy is a freeloader.”

“Freeloader?” Two Face laughed. The sound rasped between the halves of his ruined face. “You let your girl go out with a tramp?”

“No,” Gordon corrected himself. “His family has money. He doesn’t work. He has a trust fund or something.”

“That’s worse,” Two Face hissed. “Nepotism. Elitists!”

Gordon abandoned Dent to his rant. He got up and walked out of the interview room. The door shut on Dent’s shouting.

Honestly, it was Gordon’s own fault. He leaned against the side of the police cruiser while he and Montoya waited for the arresting officer to bring Catwoman out of the museum. He complained to Montoya while they waited, not taking note of the approaching feline criminal with her escort.

“This is the third time we’ve scheduled dinner with Richard, and he bailed every time. Last time, he got called into work. Tonight it was a family emergency. What did I say the first time was?”

“Food poisoning,” Montoya responded automatically.

“Sounds like a jerk,” Catwoman purred.

Gordon spun around. The arresting officer loaded the lady in her black catsuit into Gordon’s car. Gordon shot Montoya a panicked look. She returned a face that said “You started it.”

Gordon got into the passenger’s seat hoping against hope that Catwoman wouldn’t feel up to chatting after her disastrous encounter with Nightwing.

“Tell me more about Richard,” Catwoman suggested.

Gordon groaned. “I regret every word I’ve ever spoken with Harley Quinn.”

“So do I,” Catwoman grinned. “But tell me more anyways.”

“I’m not discussing my daughter’s life with criminals,” Gordon said resolutely into the windshield.

“You’ll tell Harley, but not me?” Catwoman pouted. “I’m hurt, kitten.” She leaned forward. “I’ll tell you this for free. Any man who can’t be bothered to meet his girlfriend’s parents is a cad. Break them off now.”

“I said,” Gordon repeated. “I’m not discussing this with you.”

Catwoman hissed. If she could, Gordon bet she’d dig her claws into his neck. Instead, they drove on in silence.

Gordon placed a hand on a cuffed Edward Nygma and guided him into the back of the police cruiser.

Nygma flashed Gordon a grin over his shoulder. “Riddle me this, Commissioner. What has two sides and has everyone in Arkham talking?”

“What the hell, Ed?” Gordon rubbed his eyes. “I don’t even want to guess.”

“Spoilsport,” Nygma pouted. “I’ll tell you, but only because I am also curious about this scoop. Everyone wants to know about your sweet daughter’s trashy boyfriend.”

It’s like playing that stupid telephone game, Gordon thought. Nothing he said came out right on the other end. “He’s not trashy, Ed. He’s bougie.” Gordon preened at his correct use of the hip word Barbara had taught him.

Ed scoffed. “A classist? You allow your daughter to date a class traitor?”

Gordon leaned his head against the car door. “I don’t want to get into it, Ed. I’ve had a long night.”

“So have I,” Ed shrugged. “Batman kicked my face in and I’m going back to prison. But your little story is much more interesting.”

Transporting Poison Ivy gave Gordon the creeps. She was a literal walking biological weapon. The faster he could get her to Arkham, where they knew how to deal with her, the better. Gordon flipped the sirens on and stamped on the gas. They tore through Gotham, just Gordon and Ivy in the police cruiser.

“So,” Ivy purred from the back seat. “I hear there’s another ginger causing you trouble tonight, Jim.”

Gordon’s hands flexed on the steering wheel. “I’m not talking about it with you.”

“I would never let my daughter date someone I didn’t like.”

“You don’t have a daughter,” Gordon reminded her.

“But if I did-,”

“Heaven forbid it.”

“James, that’s unkind,” Ivy pouted.

“Shove it where the sun don’t shine,” Gordon ground between his teeth.

“Do you fear losing your daughter to another man?” The Scarecrow’s soft voice rose the hairs on the back of Gordon’s neck. Gordon gripped the steering wheel tighter. It was a long drive to Arkham. He’d rather nip this conversation in the bud.

“No,” Gordon bit out.

“Really?” Crane hummed. His handcuffs clinked together. “It would be normal for a man of your position and power to fear losing control of a loved one’s life. Especially one who has been dependent on you since her birth. You raised her. She’s your flesh. Yet she deigns to place her life in the hands of another man. Does that not scare you?”

Gordon ground his teeth. He didn’t answer.

“From what I hear,” Crane continued. “Your daughter’s new man has more money than you’d ever make. More prestige.” He paused. “And more trauma. Does it not scare you to think what kind of monster lies under his skin?”

“He’s not a monster,” Gordon insisted.

Crane chuckled. “We’re all monsters, Commissioner.”

Gordon swallowed hard.

“I’m shocked you let her date him.”

Gordon slammed on the brakes. Traffic screeched around the police cruiser. Gordon spun in his seat. He stuck his finger in Crane’s face. “Listen up. I want you to deliver a message down your Arkham grapevine. Word for word, got it? My daughter is her own woman. She makes her own choices. I am not her keeper, her warden, or her owner. And if even one of you could get it through your fat skulls that people are not puppets to control, then I would weep for joy.”

Gordon got the call just as he was leaving the office. Victor Zsasz was terrorising Nightwing and Batgirl downtown. Gordon grabbed his coat and raced for his car.

He arrived just as the ambulance pulled up. Gordon’s stomach dropped. Zsasz had a terrifying body count under his belt. If anyone needed the ambulance… Gordon shuddered. He unclipped his gun, ready to storm the building.

The door flung open. A hogtied Victor Zsasz tumbled down the stairs into the street. The other officers on the scene swarmed him, shouting and making the arrest.

Gordon looked up. Batgirl stood proudly at the top of the steps, her hands on her hips and chest puffed out. She noticed Gordon standing there watching. She waved him over.

Gordon trudged up the steps. A dark smear of blood stained Batgirl’s purple sleeve.

“Commissioner,” Batgirl saluted Gordon.

“Good work,” Gordon said.

Batgirl swallowed hard. “I need your help. Quietly.”

Gordon agreed without thinking. “What can I do?”

Batgirl grabbed his arm and pulled him with her back into the building. She led him through a series of business offices into a janitor’s closet. Even in the dark, Gordon noticed the drops of dark liquid on the floor.

Batgirl pushed aside a rack of cleaning supplies.

Nightwing slumped against the wall, his legs spread over the floor. He clutched a wound in his side bleeding all over his uniform. He didn’t look up when Batgirl knelt at his side.

Gordon cursed. “Is he-?”

“He’ll be okay,” Batgirl promised.

Gordon wasn’t so sure. The blue bird emblem on Nightwing’s chest hardly rose at all with his breathing. An overwhelming amount of blood pooled underneath him across the linoleum floor.

Gordon reached for his radio to call the EMTs in. Batgirl snagged his wrist.

“He can’t go to a hospital,” she said.

“But-,”

Batgirl interrupted. “If I can get him home, he’ll be fine. I need your help getting him to the Batmobile. Please.”

Gordon nodded. He passed a shaking hand over his brow. “Yeah, alright.”

Gordon crouched and lifted one of Nightwing’s arms over his shoulder. Batgirl kept her hands pressed against the bloody hole in his abdomen. Gordon couldn’t stop his mind from swapping the young man with Barbara. What if it was her bleeding out on the floor? Would he so callously help a vigilante sneak her out the back door to receive questionable medical assistance?

Together they half carried Nightwing out to the alley behind the building. The legendary Batmobile sat purring on the asphalt. The chrome gleamed under the streetlights. The canopy of the Batmobile slid open when Batgirl pressed her hand to it.

Gordon grunted as he helped lift Nightwing into the passenger seat. The kid roused enough to meet Gordon’s eye through his mask.

“Hey, Mister Gordon,” he said.

“It’s Commissioner to you,” Gordon grouched good naturedly.

Batgirl hopped into the driver's seat.

Gordon reached out and squeezed her shoulder. “I’m proud of you,” he said.

She quirked a smile. “Thanks Dad.”

He wished fervently he could hug her right now. But Gotham had eyes everywhere. He settled for another squeeze of her caped shoulder. “Just take care of your boy. Tell him this isn’t an excuse to miss Sunday dinner.”

Barbara’s laugh as she drove off was worth it.

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nonsensicalobsessions · 5 years ago

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A Symphony without Strings, Coda

Author’s Note:

In music, a coda is a passage that brings a piece (or a movement) to an end.

Charles Burkhart suggests that the reason codas are common, even necessary, is that, in the climax of the main body of a piece, a "particularly effortful passage", often an expanded phrase, is often created by "working an idea through to its structural conclusions" and that, after all this momentum is created, a coda is required to "look back" on the main body, allow listeners to "take it all in", and "create a sense of balance."

(Charles Burkhart is an American musicologist, theorist, composer, and pianist. He holds the title of Professor Emeritus in the Aaron Copland School of Music, Queens College, and the Graduate Center, City University of New York.)

The above has been lifted shamelessly, word for word, from Wikipedia. It explains succinctly and gives authenticity to my decision to not give this last* view into Merry and Tom’s life as an epilogue.

I thank every one of you for reading, commenting, reblogging, and privately reaching out to me, letting me know how this idea of mine connected with you. Saying “thank you” is so inadequate, but it is all that I have...

Thank you-- NonsensicalObsessions.

You know the musical drill by now.

Trigger warning: Leukemia

Selection the First: https://youtu.be/6n5YH1Y0rHE OR https://open.spotify.com/track/4iFjfJGjqh6ixgy6vFCjAk?si=3p7hx-6jTeq7vKiA4PHZaQ

Merry celebrated the first official anniversary of her remission by finally giving in to Tom’s quiet but persistent pleas to marry him:

“Tom, you know I love you, and that’s never going to change. I’ve added your name to Liam’s birth certificate, you are legally his father. He is now William Thomas Skye Hiddleston. Why does this mean so much to you?”

“Why do you keep refusing me?” Tom countered, as they walked hand in hand, following Liam who still wanted to feed the ducks, although he had grown so much he was no longer as concerned if they were greedy.

“Because I don’t understand! You have me. You have Liam. What difference does it make?”

“Because I want to make you mine, in every possible way I can. Because I want to tie you to me with another string, my darling. Yes, Liam now carries my name...and I want the world to know Meredith Yvette Skye, renowned musician, conductor, aspiring composer, and leukemia—”

“Stop,” Merry interrupted him sharply, and placed her hand over his mouth. “I’ve told you, Thomas! You simply cannot say things like that! I know what you were going to say, and you just...can’t.”

“Is that what this is all about? You’re afraid to marry me because you’re afraid of a relapse? Merry.” His face was reproachful.

“I don’t want to make you a widower, Tom.”

“Merry. Whatever the future holds, we can’t change a thing...but we can be happy now. In this moment. Darling, please...will you agree to be my bride? Say you’ll be my wife.”

When she didn’t immediately refuse, as she had done countless times before, Tom stopped in front of her, and saw her torn expression. Slowly, he got down on one knee, and pulled out of his pocket the box he kept on his person at all times, in readiness for the moment when he finally wore her down.

“My sweetest Mozart...will you marry me? Please say you’ll honor me, and be my wife.”

The sun caught her hair, short, but still a riot of curls, a much darker red than before, but still created a halo around her head. “Yes, Tom,” she answered with a smile at last. “Yes, I will marry you.”

“Papa? What are you doing?”

Liam watched his father slide a ring onto his mother’s finger, oblivious to the crowd of onlookers that had gathered and were taking photos, cheering and shouting out congratulations.

“Something I should have done a long time ago, son. Are you ready to go home?”

“Uh huh. I ran out of bread. Greedy ducks.”

The three of them walked home, Papa Bear, Liam, and Mama, animatedly discussing what would be for supper.

“We need to text Luke,” Merry sighed.

“Why bother? I’m sure he already knows,” Tom replied cheerfully.

Merry sighed, and reached for her phone, but before she could even reach it, Tom’s began to buzz like a hornet.

“See?”

Merry celebrated the second official anniversary of her remission by holding a small benefit concert in New York for Sloan Kettering, to benefit leukemia research. She hand selected the musicians, and was surprised by the interest generated. She had to find a larger venue twice.

Merry celebrated the third anniversary of her remission by being the soloist for Aiden’s wedding to Catherine Walsh. Aiden never expected to fall in love. In fact, he never had moved out of the small, unusual family home, even as Tom and Merry’s relationship became more solid, her health continued to improve, and she and Tom even wed in an very small, private ceremony. He was simply too bonded to Liam, and Liam to Aiden. Both Merry and Tom would never have countenanced trying to weaken or break their tender connection, and would have fought anyone who would have attempted to do so.

As Liam was now in school, Aiden was free to do as he liked during the school hours, and decided he wanted to pursue teaching at the same school Liam was attending, as there was an opening. Once there, he fell head over heels—literally—when he was knocked over by a choir director who was overloaded with stacks of music.

Liam was too old to be a ring bearer, but just perfect for standing alongside his beloved mentor and handing him the rings at the appointed time. The best man, Tom Hiddleston, thought this was completely appropriate.

Merry celebrated the fourth anniversary of her remission by forcing her beloved husband into taking a much needed vacation. He had been working a crushing schedule for the past year, and she had had enough of being apart from him. While she was very understanding and patient, and wanted to see him take the roles he desired, the projects that meant the most to him, and was fiercely proud of the honors and awards he achieved, she was also very frustrated with seeing how depressed Liam was with his Papa’s continual absences, Tom’s persistent weary appearance on their frequent video calls, and her trying to juggle Tom’s schedule with Liam’s schooling and her occasional guest appearances with different musical groups and working on her own compositions. Tom was aghast when he realized how badly his son was missing him, how thin Merry had become trying to keep everyone happy as well as worrying about everyone but herself, and even how he wasn’t taking the best care of himself in the absence of his doting wife. When he saw how wan Merry was, he actually became frightened and insisted on her scheduling an appointment with Kelly as soon as they left their island retreat. Kelly saw through Merry’s new tan immediately, and ran every test twice.

To Tom’s immeasurable relief, Merry still showed no sign of the leukemia having returned...but he felt Kelly’s eyes on him, mutely judging him for allowing her to become so worn down. A few casual statements about “the price of success” and “the value of family” and he could scarcely lift his head from the shame.

When the appointment was over, Merry teased Tom, “I told you I was fine, worry wart. I was just tired, that’s all.”

“That flu you battled didn’t help. You dropped weight you could ill afford to lose,” Kelly mildly reminded her, and Tom winced imperceptibly, even as he turned to face his wife.

He smiled, and kissed Merry. “You are worth everything to me,” he answered honestly. “It was worth the peace of mind, to have Kelly take a look at you.”

“Merry, why don’t you stop by the music room, and I’ll let everyone who is ambulatory know you’re around for a quick few pieces, if you’re amenable,” smiled Kelly.

“Of course,” agreed Merry. “I’ll go freshen up and meet you there.”

Once she was gone, Kelly dropped the affable expression and simply...looked at Tom.

“Music room? That’s new,” Tom said, hoping to stall the inevitable.

“No, it’s been around for about a year now. You didn’t know about it?”

“Should I have?”

“Considering it was your wife’s idea, she spearheaded the fundraising, organized the purchasing, and wrote the philosophy and goals behind it, I would think so, yes.” Kelly stood and looked at him, her face blank. “I’m disappointed in you, Tom.”

He reared back as if he had been slapped.

“Do you have any idea how lucky you are? How phenomenally blessed? That woman is a walking scientific breakthrough. They are citing her case and will be for years to come. Do you know what the average survival rate was for adults with ALL? Only 25% to 35% of adults were able to live five years or longer. And when she came to you, Tom, she was already at year four...on experimental trial, conceivably her last chance. Do you even remember what poor condition she was in, or have you blocked that out already?”

“I remember,” he answered tonelessly.

“I would almost rather you had forgotten. It would make the condition that she is in now easier to understand.” Kelly sighed. “I know, I know you have amazing opportunities. I know too that she makes it easy for you to forget. But I didn’t think you’d be this complacent. I truly didn’t.”

Tom remained silent, just ran his fingers along the underside of her desk.

“Just stop and think about what success really means, Tom. And what you really need to be happy.” Kelly stopped. “But I’m up on my soapbox again. Come see what your wife has been up to while you’ve been away. I am not denigrating your work. I know you make millions of people happy. That is important. Please don’t think I am unaware of it.”

She guided Tom to an area he had never had a reason to visit, and as he approached, he heard laughter, music, and squealing of children.

“You know Merry, she’s never happy if she can’t be making music,” Tom remembered Aiden saying once.

He walked into an area that looked like a scene from...well, a movie.

The walls were a combination of windows to let in natural light, and whimsical murals of sheet music, with happy, smiling quarter notes, half notes, rests and treble clefs and sharps... there was a piano, and stringed instruments hanging carefully from the walls, with sign up sheets for lessons...headphones with beanbag chairs and recliners, for anyone to just lie back and enjoy listening...Merry was seated in the center, with a cello, and a group of children running the gamut of ages, with a handful of adults, some clearly patients, some visiting family members.

Merry was being hit with a deluge of questions, but as Tom looked about, he saw a plaque on the wall that simply read, “The Music Room” and underneath in a smaller font “Where words fail, music speaks: Hans Christian Andersen”.

Tom deliberately remained in the back of the room. He did not want to be noticed. This was a place where people, young and old alike, came to find some healing in music. His beloved wife had arranged for this temple to be erected, and now, she graced it like the goddess she was. Far be it from him to distract the devout.

He smiled as he heard the clamor for her to play, and she laughed and agreed to play for awhile. He leaned against the glass, angling himself so he could watch her in the reflection as she tuned the cello quickly and began.

Not surprisingly, her first piece was a rollicking jig that set the youngest set dancing if they were strong enough, and those that felt they were either too tired or else too grown up just laughed and clapped along. Tom smiled as he looked at his shoes, wishing for his spoons. Such was the joy she inspired.

Her second was a waltz. He actually turned and caught her eye, surprised. His heart and conscience tugged at him, as he wondered when was the last time he had danced with his wife. He’d forgotten. Listening to her lilting notes, he was drawn with the strong urge to whisk her up and begin dancing with her himself, remembering how he would do so as Liam would laugh and laugh as he did so.

The third was soft, and gentle, but not melancholy. He saw where she deliberately chose selections that would not leave anyone’s spirits feeling lonely, or anxious. A wave of love crashed over his heart. She knew grief, abandonment, and weariness, and was making sure that in this place, she would not add these burdens to her small audience.

“All right, last one,” she said. There was a small outcry of “awww”s and she rested on her cello for a moment as she confided, “I don’t know if you are aware of it, but I was treated here too...just down the hall there. Yes, it’s true,” she added when there were a few that expressed their surprise. Merry was not in the best of shape, maybe, as Tom looked at her with his eyes newly opened with guilt and a strong resolve to make sure she became stronger and sleeker under his loving, watchful gaze...but she was here.

“Like all of you, there were days I felt sick to my soul...so tired, and just over it all...but then I would hear this song, and I would find enough encouragement to pick my head up, and keep on keeping on. I’m going to share it with you, and I hope it helps you when you’re feeling like you need a pick me up. If you know the lyrics, sing along, all right?”

Tom was intrigued. Merry had never mentioned any of this to him...

Before she started, she dragged over a wooden box that held a collection of musical toys, and winking at one of the kids, quickly rigged it into an impromptu...foot powered drum?

Merry, what are you up to?

Once again, he caught her eye, his eyebrow lifted in blatant curiosity. She simply gave him a small grin, and began.

He fell in love, all over again:

Selection the Second: Reader’s Choice: Instrumental--https://youtu.be/rYQLXeDZ3lw OR https://open.spotify.com/track/3eAYt2sZZSyqBM2LllwPJg?si=Px-xv-uPTHyAq7LbiucFwQ

OR Vocals https://youtu.be/xo1VInw-SKc OR https://open.spotify.com/track/37f4ITSlgPX81ad2EvmVQr?si=shhYva9cQUmuIjMWJn_igQ

Like a small boat

On the ocean

Sending big waves

Into motion

Like how a single word

Can make a heart open

I might only have one match

But I can make an explosion

And all those things I didn't say

Wrecking balls inside my brain

I will scream them loud tonight

Can you hear my voice this time?

This is my fight song

Take back my life song

Prove I'm alright song

My power's turned on

Starting right now I'll be strong

I'll play my fight song

And I don't really care if nobody else believes

'Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me

Her voice started off alone, quiet but sure, but then another voice picked up, and then another. Her foot was keeping time fiercely with her makeshift drum. Children were jumping and dancing. Adults were standing and swaying, some with their hands over their heads. Some had tears on their faces, others were laughing, still others were singing with triumph written all over their faces. By the end, Tom saw everyone was singing, including Kelly, who was taking turns dancing with different patients and family members. The music was more than just notes, it was a manifestation of the spirit of everyone present, refusing to bow to the odds, defying weakness and pain and suffering.

She turned to Tom once when she sang,

And all those things I didn't say

Wrecking balls inside my brain

I will scream them loud tonight

Can you hear my voice this time?

He saw the memory of the pain in her eyes, all the nights she couldn’t sleep, and her mind must have gone round for round, all the words she wanted to say, but never had, second guessing herself, playing the “what-if” game...he mouthed, “I love you,” to her, and saw a smile fill those same eyes, and promised himself he was going to make sure tonight her eyes held nothing but joy.

When the singing stopped, Merry looked at everyone present and repeated, “Cause I know I’ve still got a lot of fight left in me...and so do you.”

Oh yes, my Mozart. You do. And I’m not going to be complacent anymore.

Selection the Third: https://youtu.be/8L-Bk28Ra6Q OR https://open.spotify.com/track/1iyMfyCRzkcW3x7CGEckgY?si=rIf8VY5BQiislFRKsJ3Z8g

Merry celebrated the fifth anniversary of her remission by participating in the third annual benefit concert for Sloan Kettering. What she had begun to celebrate her second anniversary had grown so huge she was unable to continue it on her own, and gratefully turned the entire thing over to the New York Symphony’s auspices.

It was an extremely emotional experience for her. Not only was it what many saw as a coveted milestone, (although there was a lot of debate as to whether five years was the milestone or ten, to be considered as “cured”), but Merry, absolutely quaking and gripped with stage fright for the first time in her entire life, stepped in front of the New York Symphony Orchestra to conduct her own composition, A Symphony with Strings, in C.

She was repeatedly asked about the quirky title, “Don’t all symphonies have strings?” which led her patiently answering, repeatedly, how “strings” referred to a metaphor about connections, and how certain themes began in the opening, then changed, grew and matured throughout the composition, just as in a relationship.

The fact her main “string” had a name—William Thomas—she kept to herself.

Tom was the only person that asked what she considered the real question:

“Why C major?”

It was after the performance, and the after parties. Merry was lying down on a massive hotel bed, hair (glorious once more) spread across a sinfully decadent pillowcase, a cool cloth across her eyes. Tom had all the lights off, and the drapes open, so the lights of the city skyline were visible. Aiden had Liam with him and Catherine two floors down, so they could enjoy being blissfully, unapologetically nude after enjoying their own after-after party.

“Because I wrote it.”

Merry’s voice was lazy and content.

“That is...as clear as mud.”

“Well, darling husband, I guess if you had written it, it would have been in the key of E...? Or maybe G...” she yawned. Her head was aching as she was coming off all of the champagne she had consumed. “Drink more water,” Tom ordered her as he refreshed the cloth, “and try explaining that one again, please?”

Merry rolled over to her side, arm extended, as she gratefully accepted the facecloth.

“C for Chai, Tom...rather than Earl Grey.”

Merry celebrated the sixth and seventh anniversary of her remission quietly. She and Tom had settled down in a lovely neighborhood in London. Tom had decided he was going to do more theater, and if and when a project came along he simply could not turn down, he did his level best to either take his family along, or else manage his time away so there were plenty of opportunity for visits. Gone were the months and months of time spent apart. No one was happy, and Tom recognized no role, no award, was worth losing so much time with his family. He would never forgive himself if a movie, or a play, caused his family so much grief. Nothing was worth it.

Liam, like his mother, was an extremely talented musician. Merry never pushed Liam beyond his capabilities, nor beyond his passion. She also did not try to teach her son, rather acted as his confidante, advisor, and above all, his doting and loving mother...who still would take no excuses for rudeness or poor behavior.

Aiden and Catherine remained in the States, and it was a painful wrench when the odd little family separated themselves by an ocean. However, between daily video calls, incessant texting, and frequent visits, the pain was eased. Aiden knew he and his family was always welcome at the Hiddleston home, which was really by extension his home. He remained close to Liam, and his role segued into that of a loving older brother, rather than father figure. Liam kept in daily contact, as did Merry. Tom also blew up his phone on a daily basis. Aiden never felt as though he had been cut off or evicted...and when his own family began expanding, Liam was thrilled to finally have little “cousins” to love and boss as often as he could.

Merry never again went back to conducting. She knew in order for her to regain her edge, she would have to put in massive amounts of time and practice. Even six and seven years after her battle with leukemia, she still revisited Sloan Kettering on a regular basis. Every time she bruised, Tom’s face paled, and any illness, weight loss or fatigue meant an immediate trip to the doctor. Merry’s love for music was still keen, and she played the cello, the piano, and the violin more often than she did anything else. After her symphonic debut, she was approached to compose for a variety of reasons, but she refused most of the commissions, choosing to write only when she felt moved to do so. She was just as focused on her music, and as unfocused on anything else that wasn’t her family. She still needed to set multiple alarms at times, and while she didn’t need as many sticky notes around the house as she did as when Tom first met her, both Liam and Tom knew frequent reminders were often a good idea.

Merry celebrated her eighth anniversary by making the conscious decision not to celebrate her remission anniversaries anymore. Rather, she would celebrate every single day as exactly for what they were: gifts she would enjoy and cherish, for the rest of her life, however long it may be. Counting days was restrictive. Who did that?

Encore:

Tom had just won his first Academy Award for Best Actor.

He was frozen in his seat. Cameras around the world saw his stunned expression, how his PR agent and longtime friend, Luke Windsor, physically grabbed and pushed him towards the stage.

He accepted the coveted trophy and hugs from the two presenters, and stood by the microphone.

He licked his lips, the ran his hand through his hair repeatedly.

“Um, wow,” he managed, to applause and laughter.

Finally, he opened his glasses as he took a folded piece of paper form his sharply tailored tuxedo jacket and began:

“In light of my history of speaking of the cuff for long periods of time, you will be happy to know that my long suffering agent, Luke Windsor, stood over me and made me write this out in advance, even as I whined it was unnecessary, because there was no hope of my winning. He timed me and everything...and my son, Liam Hiddleston, is currently tracking me with a stopwatch. Keep me honest, Liam.”

Cameras panned to a handsome young man, who smiled, rolled his eyes as only a preteen can, and made a, “get on with it,” hand motion as he kept his eyes trained on his watch. More laughter erupted throughout the famed theater.

Tom was perfect. He thanked everyone, in his precise and eloquent fashion: the cast, the crew, the writers...he then thanked his mother, and his sisters.

“Doing all right, Liam?” Liam gave him a “thumbs up.”

At this point, Tom tore his notes up, and Luke audibly gasped. “No, Tom. No. Nononono...”

“Liam...I’ve done a lot of things before I saw you for the first time...and while I am proud of them, they don’t hold a candle in my heart compared to that one moment. The best thing I can hope to do with my life is make you proud of your old man, because the best and most important role I’ve ever gotten is being your Papa.” Tom’s voice was becoming markedly thicker, but he was still able to continue speaking. “I am going to stop embarrassing you now...No I’m not. I love you, son.”

Cameras flashed back to Liam, who was blushing, and grinning, even as he kept making his, “keep going,” hand signals, faster now.

“And now...to my beloved Merry. My wife.” Tom took a deep breath. “Darling...words cannot begin to say how much I love you, so I am not even going to try...” Tom’s voice failed him for a moment. “You are always in my heart...I knew this project was going to be challenging, filming half a world away, but I had no idea, I couldn’t know, Mozart, I didn’t...” Tom’s voice failed him again. The silence in the theatre was so complete, the microphone picked up his intake of breath as he tried again. “You made me into a better man, just by being in my life. You showed me what success truly is. You set the standard for grace, courage, and strength...I could go on and on, but our son is letting me know I’ve run out of time, and that’s the crux of it, isn’t it? So, all I can do for now, is this.” He pressed his lips together into a thin line as he looked upwards from the podium, then blew a kiss out into the sea of lights and faces, because the one face he wanted to see was not there. His voice cracked as he concluded, “You have my heart tonight, tomorrow, and for all time. My God, how I love you, Merry. Thank you.”

The theme music for his film that accompanied his exit off the stage seemed less brassy than usual. After the world, let alone the entire auditorium, witnessed Tom Hiddleston break down so profoundly as he professed his love for his wife, it would have seemed somewhat in questionable taste, even for Hollywood.

Luke was pulling his hair as he was waiting for Tom behind the curtain. “Why, Tom? Why did you do it? You had a perfectly good speech...why did you tear it up?”

Tom was wiping his face with a damp cloth someone had handed him. “Because it didn’t begin to say what was in my heart, Luke! It felt wrong! It was wrong!” As he spoke, his eyes kept darting around wildly. “What’s wrong with speaking what was on my heart?”

“Because, my dearest, you kinda made me sound like I was dead,” Merry answered apologetically. She wrapped her arms around her husband, resting her head against his chest as he firmly gathered her into his embrace. “Between Luke grabbing you and pushing you onstage before I could even give you a kiss, and then another person taking my hand and rushing me backstage...I feel as though I missed the overture and the finale!”

“Darling, I had no idea this film was going to stress our family as badly as it did. You never even told me how ill you were with the flu...Kelly just looked at me, and I realized how far I strayed from my promises, to you and Liam both...Christ, Merry, if I’d lost you? No award would ever make up for that. It would all be ashes in my mouth...”

“But you didn’t lose me. You finished an important work, Tom, with an amazing cast, that is all waiting to celebrate with you...now go on, you silly puppy. You worked so hard. Go play. Meet with everyone who is waiting on you.” Merry stood on her tiptoes and kissed her husband on the lips, her eyes shining with love as she patted his chest.

She was unaware their photo was being taken as she did so, his arm around her waist, her hand over his heart, and the captions all were a variation on the theme:

“A tender moment shared by Academy Award Winner Tom Hiddleston and his wife, classically-trained musician Meredith Skye-Hiddleston. Hiddleston sang praises to his wife, affectionately nicknamed ‘Mozart’ in tribute to her many musical talents, in his acceptance speech. Later in the evening, Skye-Hiddleston wryly commented, “There is a reason Tom needs to stick to the notes as they are written. He’s not ready for cadenzas just yet.”

So Merry, Liam, and Papa Bear?

They lived happily ever after.

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Symphony Season Ticket Holders: @jessiejunebug @alexakeyloveloki @scorpionchild81 @tinchentitri @theoneanna @o-sacra-virgo-laudes-tibi @blacksuitofdoom @mishaandthebrits @wegingerangelican @rjohnson1280 @ms-cellanies @noplacelikehome77 @villainousshakespeare

* simply because Aiden has quite politely asked his side of Chapter 7 be told. We shall see.

Dedicated in loving memory of Christine. Your fight song will never be silenced in my heart...but my God, I miss you so much.

#tom hiddleston #a symphony without strings #tom hiddleston rpf #tom hiddleston x ofc #tom hiddleston angst #tom hiddleston x oc #look Christine I did a thing #Nonsensical Writes

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SPEECHES MAMA 2020

Mnet Asian Music Awards 2020

The 2020 Mnet Asian Music Awards (MAMA) was held online on 6 December. BTS won eight awards at the event, as well as being recognised as one of the ten . Translations of their award speeches are below. Videos will be added to this page as they begin to be uploaded by the official channel. The award names are linked to the relevant tweet thread.

Best Dance Performance

JM: ARMYYY! RM: Whoo hoo! JM: We’ve been able to meet in this way once again. First, we thank ARMY greatly for giving us such an award. And to Teacher Son Deuk, Byungwoonie hyung, Sungwoon-nim, Gawon-nim, the performance team, thank you to all of you. And honestly, our bodies need to be in good shape to be able to perform well, so we thank the hyungs of our conditioning team. Honestly, the reason we pursue great performances is to showcase a good stage, and the reason we pursue a good stage is so that we can allow the fans who cheer us on to delight their eyes and ears, so today too, with many of these artists having prepared such great stages, the reality of being unable to face you is honestly a bit of a shame. But despite this, for cheering us on, we thank you. We hope that a time where we can see each other face to face comes quickly. We thank you always for cheering us on, and we’ll be a BTS that continues to work hard. RM: SUGA hyung, get better soon! J: You have to come for us to be able to showcase a true performance!

Album of the Year

JH: Papa Mochi! RM, V: Hey, Corden! JM: Woo ow! Everyone, ARMYs, thank you so much! Some of you may not be aware, but SUGA hyung is currently recuperating, and because you gave us such a great award, he’s briefly dropped by. (holds up phone) Hello? SG: (laughs) Hello? Can you hear me? Can you hear me JM: We can hear you! SG: I’m currently also watching it through live broadcast. I want to convey my thanks to the ARMYs who gave us this Album Award, and to be able to receive it once again after last year – this is the most beloved album of the year, right? We worked hard preparing for it in America before bringing it back here, and many people loved it so we were thankful. And especially to hear that it’s ‘Album of the Year’ – I’m seeing it now too, and it really does good. Ah (laughs). I want to stand on stage, and I’m working hard at rehabilitation, so don’t worry too much, everyone. People around me are contacting me to say they’re enjoying MAMA right now, but they were saying that even though I’m not there (laughs) So, though it’s a little embarrassing, my heart is with you, everyone, so I want to say that I’m thankful. ARMY, I love you! BTS: Whoo! SG: Ah, ah. This was BTS. 2, 3 – BTS: (bows) Thank you, ARMY! RM: Thank you for the first ever untact speech, SUGA hyung!

Worldwide Fans‘ Choice

JH: Wow, worldwide! V: Worldwide~ (brings Jin closer) JK: I will first begin the award speech by conveying our thanks to those more precious than any other, our ARMYs. Thank you so much, everyone. (bows) There was a period of time when we only had passion, spirit, and resentment, but then we met you, and through you, we were able to learn of sincerity, hearts filled with a variety of emotions, and love, and awaken such feelings within us. And that was delivered – delivered to us – and by being able to learn of this, I believe we were able to deliver our sincerity to a greater number of people. And I believe it is through the repetition of this, and the great synergy this achieved, that ARMYs all over the world were able to recognise us. So we thank you so much, and for spending your precious moments with us, thank you so so much. ARMY, please make sure to be happy, and it’d be good if we could continue to make a lot of good memories together. I love you. (ENG) Thank you! BTS: Thank you ARMY!

Best Music Video

JH: Whoo! Music video! J: Yeah~ V: Yes, hello, ARMY. We received the Music Video award! Woohoo! J: Wow! V: Thanks to our ARMY, many people watched our music video. And to the directors who shot this great music video – Director Lumpens-nim, Director Hyunwoo-nim, the directors, lighting directors, etc – all the directors who worked hard for our video, as well as our staff and Big Hit family, thank you so much. And our new Director Jungkook-nim shot ‘Life Goes On’ so well, I want to convey my thanks to Director Jungkook-nim too. (JK salutes from the side) V: We finished this year with ‘Life Goes On’, and next year we plan to come bearing an incredible music video, so please await it eagerly and in the future, we will be a BTS that only delivers love to you. Thank you. (bows) BTS: Thank you! JH: (ENG) Congrats, Lumpens! J: (ENG) Lumpens, thank you! RM: Lumpens!

Worldwide Icon of the Year (Daesang) (Note: RM gave this speech in English.)

Best Male Group

J: Yes, hello, we’re BTS. I believe it’s thanks to ARMY that we’ve been able to receive ‘Best Male Group’. Honestly, because of COVID-19 this year, many of our plans fell to pieces, and we too felt melancholy and hollow, but thanks to the cheers of ARMY, ‘Life Goes On’ and ‘Dynamite’ was able to be released. I want to convey our thankfulness to ARMY, for being our motivation and our driving force so that we’re able to continue, and since it is a ‘Best Group’ award, I want to thank my members for doing so well without any problems, and to SUGA, who is watching this over tv broadcast, you’re our member too, so I want to congratulate you too. ARMY, thank you! BTS: Thank you ARMY!

Song of the Year

RM: Thank you so much. There are so many things I want to say, and they’re not well organised in my head, but I’ll still try to speak each and every word calmly. MAMA was actually the only award ceremony we were not invited to at our debut, and so we had really wanted to come, and it was the award ceremony we envied, but with time passing, we’ve been able to receive such big awards for consecutive years, so it’s deeply moving.

To tell you the truth, ‘Dynamite’ is a song that came to us like the first snow in these tragic circumstances when we were having to take steps back. It’s a song for which we too did not expect to receive this much love.

Honestly, in a period that is so difficult for everyone, our hearts felt heavy and uncomfortable at times for it could feel as though we were the only ones to bring good news. However, honestly – (laughs) I really hope that my clumsy sincerity can reach you – we, at times, worry whether it is possible for us to encourage others to tread well, as the places we tread are through song and dance, with [tracks] like ‘Dynamite’ and ‘Life Goes On’ – and yet, even then – for we believe there are many people who wouldn’t be able to undertake what they usually do, and therefore wonder whether it’s right for us to say such things – and yet, even then – because we are people who sing and dance, please tolerate us as we say things like “let’s still love a tomorrow that comes searching”.

We’re sorry, and we’re thankful. And so, saying these words is saddening, joyful, and difficult, but still, time goes on, tomorrow comes, and the morning finds us, so it’d be good if, with a resolute heart and a smile, you could see it in front of us. Just like the explosiveness of ‘Dynamite’ or the confidence of the guitar melody of ‘Life Goes On’, we will tread here with our two feet, and as BTS, will work hard to live out our lives, making music and performing. Your great love is more than we deserve, and we are so thankful. It’s an honour. Thank you. (bows)

Artist of the Year

JH: Now … First, ARMY!

J: ARMY!

JH: Are you watching? I want to express how thankful I am to our ARMYs who have watched this [award ceremony] until such a late time, and really, (lifts award) through the weight of this award and the time that it is, I’m realising that it’s this time of year again and that we’re at MAMA once again.

Honestly, coming to award ceremonies every year and being able to show ourselves to you and receive so many great awards is such an honour. Well, lots has changed, but I believe that our hearts, hearts recognising this to be an honour, have not changed.

Honestly, every time we grow to reach another level, the words we hear most often are about how incredible our fans are. I want to take this moment to confirm once again that all we do on this stage, such as sharing acceptance speeches and performing, is all thanks to ARMY.

And, honestly, though it’s a little embarrassing to say in daily life, I want to take this moment to repeat – as Jin hyung did earlier – to our members, the protagonists of this ‘Artist of the Year’ award, that, this year, due to these friends, due to this team, it was possible for me to not be sick, lonely, or melancholic. I want to say once again that you worked really hard this year, and that I love you.

And, I’m not sure if he’ll be watching right now, but our SUGA hyung, it’d be good if you could make a complete recovery soon and be together with us on stage. You need to be here for this ‘Artist of the Year’ award to shine more brightly.

RM: That’s right. JH: I’m so so thankful and I love you all. Thank you. JK: Yoongi hyung has received an award!

JM: And to our staff, our Big Hit family – we need to be so thankful to so many people – our family, our friends, our fans. As Hobi hyung stated, this year has somehow, in some fashion, gone by. It feels as though we’ve pushed through this year, working hard; it feels like it’s flown past to the point I can barely remember any of it, but also like it’s crawled by. I don’t know what to make of it. It’s been complicated; I’ve been happy, sad, angry, felt as though things are or are not remaining.

But despite this, we survived and protected the things important to us, and I want to say to you that just like we lived through this year, we will press forward in the same way with you next year. I’m always thankful, and I love you. (bows)

V: What I want to say once more is our protocol team, our manager hyungnims: for waking us up, for cheering us on, for feeding us, and when we’re done, for saying that we’ve worked hard – the managers and staff who are the nearest to us, we’re thankful, and thankful again.

RM: Thank you, we love you! JM: ARMY, thank you! JH: Thank you! JM, JK: I love you! JH: Let’s finish off our year well~ J: Shihyukie hyung, thanks!

Bonus.

Best Collaboration: IU’s ‘eight’ ft. SUGA Best Executive Producer of the Year: Bang Shi Hyuk Best Producer of the Year: Pdogg Best Video Director of the Year: Lumpens Best Art Director of the Year: MU:E

These translations are also from WISHA from her Wordpress account @doyoubangtan She does many translations for everything BTS.

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Abroad Pt 15

(Chris Hemsworth x Reader)

Summary: Being the Hemsworth Kids’ Nanny, you were vowed to keep it strictly professional for their sake, but do the stolen glances go unnoticed between you both?

Word count: 6k

Warnings: none

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How was it possible that days could feel as if they move so impossibly slow, but way too fast? Maybe it’s when you know you have an obligation, but dread doing it. Ty was coming, should be landing in a few hours with Chaz and his girlfriend Emily. Bri wasn’t coming until tomorrow, school always keeping her company instead. And tomorrow morning, he would be here. The early landing time was less than convenient, but it’s what you get for living in the no man’s land. The nature and ocean views, the weather, the kind locals were all well worth the long proximity from the land of the free.

The silent prayer you breathed for a night completely free of children was in the midst, thank the lord for adults. So much was happening. The calendar on the fridge was scribbled with the weight of the next few days so the stressing idea of keeping up with all the information was off your shoulders and on to the paper. It had become a life saving device in the past year and it was used more than you had ever used a calendar before.

You had taken to cleaning the house this week. Each day a new focus. The warming weather was perfect for open doors as the kids spent time on the porch and in the yard while you glanced through the windows. It was hard to get much done, the week not being nearly long enough to try to clean with three children and other plans and basic needs to fit in as well.

With only a few hours till they arrived, you took to the last but not least of the rooms, the living room and kitchen. You banned the children from entering the house. No footprints until it was dried.

India was the best helper with cleaning surfaces while the boys were put on duty to make sure their toys were up in the playroom were they belonged. Cleaning could be made fun, you always enjoyed it a bit too much. It was slightly because it was something that always calms your nerves. Having a clean room, a clean house was something that you were always able to have control over. It makes you feel accomplished at the end of the day, knowing you did something productive when it feels like you are wasting your days away.

You wouldn’t trade the three kids in for the world, but when they are the most interaction you get for so long, it becomes hard to see past the parenting. Viewing the big picture was difficult. The loneliness that was there with open arms was constantly on standby. Though the three kept you more than busy, and there was always more chore like things to do, you felt… bored, suffocated maybe a better term.

It was hard to have them three by yourself. The energy that has to be mustered up to go on a simple grocery trip with the three of them by yourself was more than anyone probably would think about. The paranoia you feel while they start to jump in the pool with the warming weather, or explore the ever changing sea floor as the waves crash just barely to their waist was almost suffocating without being awarded another set of eyes and ears.

It was hard.

That is why the days to follow were to be savored, every minute. You made Ty cancel the VRBO. Maybe it was because you got it from your mother, but you were not going to allow them to not stay at the house with you. Chris agreed, you can always make enough room.

“Does your brother miss you? Is that why he wants to come see you?” India’s curious voice turned the direction of your thoughts that had a tendency to flow freely while cleaning. They were all excited to meet them, at least you figured. They constantly talked about them getting here, but it could definitely have been born out of curiosity.

“I think he does miss me. I miss him. But you know Papa is also coming tomorrow?” You sprayed the counter tops while she wiped them down for you.

“Yes I remember,” you could almost hear the eyeroll, good thing she wasn’t looking at you. Between being antsy and the excitement for him to come home, you were sure you were more excited than she was.

It wasn’t more than two hours later before you hear the security system chime that the front gate had been opened. Sasha and Tristan jumped from the countertops and abandoned their stations where you had them squeezing lemons into a pitcher for fresh lemonade.

“Hey Indy will you grab the curly noodles from the pantry and dump them in that pot? I’m gonna open the garage for them.” She silently listened to you while you practically skipped to the garage door and pressed the buttons. The boys jetted past your legs in the doorway and met the car service in the driveway. Zero shyness from both of them as they jumped on their heels and pulled open the back door to the car. You were not too far behind them, bear hugging your brother as soon as he opened the passenger door. The boys little voices were questioning the other two as they tried to prove their strength, amid the driver pulling bags from the trunk.

“You didn’t have to get us a car service,” Ty’s complaining was open while you followed him to the butt of the car. “We could have Uber-ed or something.”

“The drive is merely two hours, you are not gonna find an uber for that. Plus Chris did this, not me. Well, I’m sure Gen did but whatever. I am just so glad you are here!” You threw you arms over his shoulders again. You were going to smother him while he was here, no getting away now.

The little boys did their best to help the big boys, toting a backpack each up the stairs to the loft instead of the suitcases.

“What time is Bri coming tomorrow?” He was almost fidgeting in place at the thought of being on the same island as her. She had not been back at all, only a cell phone screen to visit through. Though it still was weird to think about it, you felt for him, knowing what it was like to be so far away.

“She’ll be here tomorrow afternoon sometime. So just make yourself at home, really! I’m sure the kids will give a little tour of the place.” They followed you into the main room, finding India manning the kitchen, carefully stirring the noodles on the stove.

Hearing Emily ask her what she was doing, and starting a little conversation with her was sweet. She was excited to have another girl in the house, even if for one night. Indy already planned to get her nails painted and do a face mask, as if you didn’t do these things for her if she asked. The excitement of having new bodies in the house to warm up the atmosphere had affected all the four of you, especially with the awaited arrival of the man himself.

When dinner was finished, the party took to the patio while the small three jumped in the pool. Each with a drink of choice, freshly made lemonade was not to go to waste, or so your excuse explained. It was a sorry one, definitely, but the wit disappeared merely four weeks ago.

This was the first time in a while that joy really made an appearance in your mood. Joy that sprouted from more than precious moments with one of the kids or a long sought after phone call every night. Some would last for 2 or 3 hours, others a mere 15 minutes. But sitting among the few that really tread up on your homesickness, filling the nooks and crannies of your life here was what made it so great. You listened as they told you of things back home. They listened as you talked about what has been going on here, which wasn’t much, but they seemed fascinated by the life you seemed to lead anyway.

It’s true what they say about taking things for granted, such as living by the ocean and claiming that if you did, you’d be at the beach every day. Once or twice a week maybe if the time allows, but regardless, they entertained you with comments of jealousy.

Laughter filled the patio air for almost an hour past the kids bedtime, riding up on your own fatigue. You dismiss yourself from them to put the kids in bed, fairly sure the company could stand their own, enjoying the salty evening air as you once did.

Sweet comments of the sooner they sleep, the sooner they would wake were exchanged, and bedtime went smoother than you could have imagined. By the time you padded down the steps to the living area, all three were coming inside, ready to sleep themselves.

It was a full feeling to see them in the house, to see them in such a close proximity to you. It felt complete be around them, having other adults around.

They retired to bed only a few minutes later, all trudging up the stairs while arguing who gets the bed and who gets the couch, Chaz won that ordeal, only for tonight at least.

Cleaning up the kitchen seemed a breeze. There was the dishwasher loaded and an eye catching to the calendar until you remember you didn’t get a call tonight. Though you knew it wasn’t because he forgot, but he was on his way to you.

Practically skipping to his bedroom, washing your face and brushing teeth before realizing your clothes were in your closet. Across the house. Upstairs. Hemm, shame.

Good thing you had a plethora of tees to choose from in the closet. You pulled a random Emery Surfboards t-shirt from the hanger and slipped it on.

The clock on your phone was almost taunting. 5 hours till he lands, but then of course the travel time to get to the house from the city. You set an alarm for 6 AM, sure that would give you thirty minutes to make yourself feel alive enough to put on pants and meet him when he comes in.

It was so past your normal bed time you knew as soon as your head landed on the plush pillows your brain would be out like a light. And you were right, the cleaning, the excitement of having new guests in the house wiped you out.

The dead of sleep was roused away when you felt the mattress dip a bit. Your eyes remained closed knowing the alarm hadn’t gone off yet. The haze of the blankets shuffling was drawing more consciousness to the surface.

“Sash you promised,” you grumbled into your pillow. They all agreed no more climbing into bed with you, he wanted to be a big boy, show Papa he was a big boy for when Chris comes home.

Sasha was the sweet one, he had grown to like to play with your hair to lull himself to sleep on the rare occasions that you allowed it and stayed with them for a nap, so it didn't seem out of the ordinary for fingers to find your hair. You ignored it until it was deliberately brushed away from your face and a deep voice chuckling brought your senses to a 100 on the dial.

“Promised what?” You pushed up on your elbows so fast, darting your head toward his voice and finding him staring down at you with an amused look. The bright light coming from the windows as well as Chris sitting with one leg on the bed was a clear notice that you didn’t wake to the alarm. Checking the time was on the backburner, not waiting for a second longer to embrace him.

You stood tall on your knees and crushed his shoulders under your arms, feeling as if clean air had entered your lungs for the first time in so long. His hands folding behind you sought for a rush of waterworks to your eyes. Four weeks was too long.

You pulled away from him so he could sit fully on the bed, his back leaning against the headboard before you took it upon yourself to invade his space again and smothered him. You kissed him to your hearts consent. His facial hair was the longest you had seen it. Un trimmed, shaving gone out the window as if he hadn’t touched it in four weeks.

“Does this mean Thor gets rid of that nasty beard?” You pulled your lips from him just barely, enough to gaze over his face. Your fingers smoothed over it while his eyes scanned you, so close to him and admiring it.

His hands ran up your back, picking at his tshirt you had stolen. “I cannot confirm or deny that.” He joked. His lips pressed to yours again, his arms savoring the feeling of you in them. Your response was enough of an answer for him to know you liked it, hands planted on his face. It felt so forgein to touch. Rough, scratchy, arousing.

The time relished together could have gone on for hours, but you both ended laying and scrunching the covers on the bed. You finally pulled them up over you and fixed them.

“Are you tired? Did you sleep on the plane?” You evened out the pillows behind you both and settled for checking the time on your phone. 8AM.

“A little.” How could he sleep now that he is home and lying next to you.

“I’m sure everyone in the house will be sleeping in. The kids went to bed late, and Ty, Emily, and Chaz were up even later after their flight. And I already told Indy’s teacher that she wasn’t coming in today.” You were about to tell him that he can sleep for a few hours and that you will keep the kids out but he was watching you, and by the look you knew he wasn’t listening to a word you were saying. He was watching you talk. Your voice catching a chipper ring when you mentioned Ty. You were the head of the household 100% in his eyes. You knew what was going on 24/7 and never strayed from it. But how could you.

“Are listening to me?” Your eyebrows furrowed.

“I love you, but no I wasn’t listening. I don’t want to sleep, how could I when you are sharing my bed with me,” he knocked your arm from underneath you, pushing you to the mattress, “for the first time in four weeks?” He loomed over you, catching a spark in his eye, a devious one at that. “Especially since you blew me off on my last night home.”

Oh right.

He lowered, pressing kisses to your jaw, your cheeks, your ears until you pushed back on his shoulders. Now or never.

“Wait,” you breathed out to him. His hand settling to cradle your head, wondering what on Earth was worth stopping him right now. “Wait.”

“What, Princess.”

“I have to tell you something.” His eyes looked back and forth between yours, watching your features harden, eyes go wide with worry.

He threw his thoughts to the back of his mind weeks ago. But hearing your tone was enough to draw them back to the surface, feeling his face grow hot. He sat up watching you follow after him, but he never strayed his looks away from you. He couldn’t even if he wanted to.

Though he sat patiently and painfully still, waiting while you eventually directed your eyes away from him, he couldn’t blame you for whatever you were thinking. He wanted to grab your shoulders and lean you back against him but he didn’t know if he should just leave you be for the moment. He almost started to speak before you but left the moment for you to take. As the air shifted between the two of you, it nearly confirmed it for him, but to be wrong was something he did not want to feel the aftermath of.

“Come here,” his hand pat against the sheets. Before you could think you turned and laid into his arm. He shuffled back down and placed your arm around his torso. Comfort for the win.

The silence floated by, the clock ticking in his mind. Screw it.

“Princess.”

“Hmmm.” His hand pressed your chin to look at him, doing so reluctantly.

His thumb ran over your check before he spoke, “Tell me.” It was just enough level of authority you needed to quit mewling.

“Im pregnant.”

And his eyes didn’t skip a beat, “I know.”

“You what?”

“Well I thought, and then I didn’t. And then I was convinced otherwise. But, I knew. I did.” You tried to sit up but he didn’t allow it, you huffed and stilled.

“What? How?” You shook your head to yourself. There was no way Bri told him. For a second, maybe you thought he saw the tests upstairs, but they were in the bathroom trash can. He didn’t go in there that morning, did he?

“Well check one was when you started getting sick. Two, was when you came back from the grocery store acting weird. Three, was when the boys told me on our call two nights in a row that you were crying that day. I didn’t know why. They said your feelings were hurt, but they never said anything else, and you never mentioned it. So I didn’t. I didn’t want to be wrong and risk throwing it out there.” He stopped and gave you a moment to speak but you couldn’t. It was easier to process things silently, which he respected and knew that’s how your head works at this point, but he really needed you to say something.

Your look was lowering from his face, while your eyes were cast to the wall, you were not looking at it. Thoughts were jumbling and you were trying to file them out, which gets spoken first? You spent weeks dwelling on saying the two words to him when he already knew? It was all those jumbled questions and prompts that were banging around, colliding and fighting for their shot for an answer.

“What are you thinking about princess?” His hand brushed over your hair, pulling it back off your shoulders.

You, me, work, money, traveling, the kids, bedrooms, my life, your life, our life.

“You.”

“Why me?” He took the acknowledgement that you were not going to ask the questions and say the things you wanted to say. He tried to answer everything for you all in one. “I love you. So much that it scares me. What happens to you, happens to me. Okay I see you upset and my entire body feels the need to lurch itself in your direction till you smile. Does that even make sense? I don’t want you to ever feel like you need to be scared to tell me something.”

“Now this? It’s not a mistake, my love for you is not a mistake. But whatever you need me to do, I want you to tell me. If you want me to- to- to stay here with you. I will do that. You want me to move to the states, or new house, or just- just tell me what you are thinking, please.”

“Chris,” he was speaking fast, trying to get it all out. You should take notes. Your soft voice was such a stark change from his own that was growing in volume. “I want you to lay back down and try to sleep before everyone wakes up. I want you to,” deep breathe, ignore the nagging in your brain, “to tell me that you are not upset with me, and then I want you to be excited. Not for me, but for the little 12 week old bean that decided now was their time.” He kissed your head and mumbled ‘of course’ to you, and maybe himself while shuffling lower so he could actually lay in the bed.

“Really?” He asked you when he settled. Your blank look was one of waiting for him to specify what he was talking about. “12 weeks already?” You nodded, a long sought after real smirk made its way onto your face.

12 Weeks, already.

“If you are going to make me stay here, you have to stay as well.” To say you weren’t planning on getting breakfast ready for the house would be a lie. You laid back down and savored the morning until chaos would ensure with an awake and lively house. “So you and a baby huh?”

“Yea, me, you, and a baby. And three other children.”

“Who knows?” 12 weeks did seem like a long time. Four weeks of knowing and not telling him. He didn’t show any signs of resentment for not knowing for so long, so you brushed it off.

“Just Bri. But I want to tell Ty while he’s here. And I think I want him to be here with me when I tell my mom, my dad too.” His hands ran up and down your back. The buzzing of the fan and the warm light from the windows created such a serene first morning back home. Maybe his gentle hands and shallow breathing was enough to lull you back to sleep for a while.

“I guess that means I need to savor my time with you and the new one before I’m killed.” Touch left your back and snaked to your front. The forgein feeling of his hand resting there was odd, but not unwelcome. “Wow.” There wasn’t much there yet obviously. Just enough to make it look like you were pretty bloated on a normal day.

You rested one of yours over his. “What do you mean killed? You are bigger than Ty.”

“Not by much, but he’s younger. Most likely faster. And he knows how to weaponize a baseball bat.” Your laugh cut him off. It was a real one, one that needed to come long ago and you couldn’t help it. “You are laughing but I’m serious.”

“Sure, sure. I’ll protect you.” You both laid talking. Staring at the ceiling for another hour before you both quieted your voices, hearing the bedroom door opening.

Little fingers around the door handle pushed it open slowly as if trying to stay quiet. Sasha’s head peeked forward through the doorway and as soon as their eyes met, his little feet were running to jump on the bed. You smiled watching Sasha cling to him like a koala. It was so precious.

It wasn’t maybe 20 minutes until the other two came in at the same time. You slithered out of the room to make your way to the kitchen, pulling on shorts from yesterday. You tried to listen for any rustling upstairs but there was not a single noise yet.

You scanned the fridge and pantry for the groceries you went for yesterday, should have thought of what to make before hand. You pulled out eggs, sausage, and fruit - good enough.

Soon as pans started making noise and the smell of breakfast starting wafting through, the house started to liven up. The three kids ran back up stairs to put real clothes on and Chaz came down offering to help. He says the other two often value their sleep over food anyway. You waved him towards the cabinets where he pulled out plates and set the table with silverware.

Chris came out not too long after with wet hair, smelling fresh. You heard them greeting each other behind you while pulling down a coffee mug. “Oh no princess I can’t-”

“This aint for you,” you look over your shoulder at him. You nudged your head towards the pantry, “Your shakes are in there.” He winked, walking past you. You figured he was going to be back strict while filming anyway.

“And that is why I love you.” His hand lifted under his grey shirt that you were wearing, brushing over your abdomen, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek as he passed. The growing hair on his face tickled and had you blushing, shying away from him. Chaz sputtered out something about going to wake them up, quickly flying up the stairs away from you both.

It wasn’t long after breakfast that Chris had convinced both boys to try to surf. At first they were reluctant, afraid of failing, but he led them both to the garage where he had all his boards placed on the wall. Telling them to each pick one and go get a suit on.

You and Emily walked out the back door, ready to spend the day at the water, the kids pushing past you both racing to run in.

“This is going to be so entertaining.” Stepping down from the porch, the guys round the side of the house, each carrying a board. Emily laughed loudly next to you while watching Chaz try to hold the board in a way that was hopefully more comfortable.

“It’s not my fault I’m short!” He yelled at her, shuffling the board above his head while walking through the grass, trying to keep up with their strides.

Chaz got up easily, finding his balance as if he had done it before. Though he didn’t move much, he rode the wave all the way in. Chris stayed shallower with them for a while trying to get Ty to steady himself. He was never one for skate boarding or paddle boarding, this was the reason. Ty stayed in the shallower waters refusing to give up while Chaz followed Chris out deeper. You both watched them from the shore, the swell approaching them faster than Chaz was ready for and he missed it while Chris was on his feet in half a second.

They were out there for so long. The boys had buried your feet in the sand and then started drawing pictures on top of them. “India can you go get me the beach bag from the porch? We need more sunscreen, you know Papa, he probably didn’t put any on.” She darted back through the sand towards the house. Oh, to have that kind of energy as an adult.

Ty came in, dropping the board in the sand and taking a seat upon it. “I did good there for a second! Did you see it? Did you get it?” He reached his hand out for the phone to examine the videos you got of him repeatedly slipping off the board. You snickered at him as he flipped through them. “Shut up, I doubt you could do better. Let me see you get out there.”

“Oh no. I’m good right here.” Emily took up to the challenge, dragging the board to the water. Chaz and Chris started to wade in when they saw her walking towards the water with it. Before they could get to her she was already up on a shallow wave, jumping off the board afterwards.

It wasn’t long after until Chris was trying to drag you into the water to try it yourself. The peer pressure was there but before stepping into the water, but away from the others you turned to him. “I’m scared, don’t tell Ty but c’mon. I’ve seen you come in with scrapes from coral on the floor. Bruises.” He pushed your hands down from pointing all over the place.

“Dont worry about it, there isn’t coral this far up, just rocks. You don’t need to go out there on a board anyway.” You loved the ocean, yea. But you still hid the fear of stepping on something or something getting you. He ought to remember that at least.

“Stay there with me,” you muttered to him, reluctantly dragging the board forward while he picked his back up from the sand.

You let him lead, following him in. Your steps were almost calculated, careful. You loved the ocean, all its contents fascinated you to no end. You loved seeing something new every time you sought out for it. Almost never the same thing twice. But you had no desire to deliberately hurt yourself, or come out bearing scratches and scary encounter stories as he has done many times.

The water flushed against your shoulders when you told him you didn’t want to go farther. He balanced the board under his arm while you pulled on to it, carefully planting yourself on your knees. You smiled at him, feeling the water move under you while you kept the balance with the palm of your hands. “Woah,” you muttered under your breath to yourself. Ok, now was the time to quit being a scaredy cat.

You sat, bending your knees into the water while he propped up on his. You held on to his hand, pulling him so he didn’t float away from you. “No reason to be afraid, if you fall off you are just falling into the water.” He looked out behind, watching the movement while you flicked towards the beach. Ty was posed with a phone in his hand, waiting expectantly for you to bust your ass.

“Is this okay? Y’know- for me?” You couldn’t help but ask. You didn’t know the answer.

“I promise. Now listen,” he felt his hands across the water. “When it comes in you need to keep up with it, paddling. If you fall behind you’ll miss it. You know it’s time to settle your feet when the board can keep up with the wave by itself.” You nodded, watching the water too, though you didn’t exactly know what you were looking at. “You’ll have to be quick on your feet. We are shallow enough that you can just ride it in if you can keep your balance.”

“Ok, ok.” You took a deep breath, rolling your shoulders.

“When I say we need to go, we have got to go. Okay? No hesitating or you will miss it.”

“Ok!” There was going to be no hesitating coming from you, you were now on a mission to do better than you brother, which should not be to hard from the looks of it.

“I’m going to paddle a few yards away.” You let go of his hand while he laid forward on the board and pushed away. He tossed a thumbs up from a good distance, screaming at you to make sure you can hear him. You nodded, laughing at him. What a child.

You watched the expanse behind you, starting to recognize the swell of the water. You heard him yelling at you, “You see it?”

You gave him your thumbs up, turning back to look at it. Taking a deep breath, pep talk time. You could do this. All you had to do was get your feet under you at the right time and the rest should be easy.

“GO!” his voice ticked off your ears and your body sprung into action. Your arms pushed through the water, ignoring the sting of saltwater in your eyes. You eventually felt the pull of the water do the job for you. Lurching you forward with it. You planted your hands firmly on the sides and pushed off the board. Your feet were on it, they were placed awkwardly, but they were flat. You slowly tried to straighten up against the tug and pull of the water underneath you, your abdominal muscles pulling overtime to keep the balance.

“I’m doing it,” you whispered to yourself. Your eyes were cast downward watching the water, you started to lift them, catching up to the shore. “Im doin’ it!” You screamed at them, your brother had both hands in the air watching you.

Turning your head to find Chris was a mistake, as soon as you did so the board flew from under you and you splashed backwards into the water, your ass hitting the sea floor from how shallow it had become. You stood straight up, the water was patting against your skin just below your waist while you screamed at Ty. “I did it you sucker!” He shook his head and tossed the phone back it the bag. Ha sucker.

“I wanna go again!” You yelled at Chris. He waved you out, walking deeper as well.

You had about three good runs with Chris until it went downhill. You over compensated for trying to get your feet in a better position and tipped right off the board, the wave ended up flying over the top of you but you were able to catch your groundings before it sent you spinning under the surface. You came up gasping for air, coughing from the burning salt in your throat and clinging to the board. The wrap around your ankle was sore from just that one fall, you couldn’t imagine how Ty beared it for so long.

You hopped on the board again waving at them that you were okay before paddling yourself back out to do it again. You turned your back to them and pushed yourself back out there. You were going to master this, had to at this point. You got yourself situated deep enough, a minute passing till you could see it coming. You glanced forward at Chris but he wasn’t far out enough to catch this one. You decided to go for it without him. At this point in the game you were sure you could tell when to start pushing through the water to gain speed.

All was well when you could feel the board catching on the water and you were ready to prop yourself up. It wasn’t until you had your feet underneath you that you felt the board lagging, being drawn back instead of thrust forward. You pressed your hands up off the board, trying to measure the balance when it pulled back from under you.

Panic surged through you, your shoulder breaking the surface first. The rush of the current sent your legs over you, spinning under the water. You broke the surface after the wave passed you, shuffling to get your feet on the ground while catching your breath. Your luck was being tested, placing you at the perfect depth for the waves to white top. You urged your legs forward to get to shallower water but was dragging backwards already from another swell. The wrap around your ankle adding to the weight of the pull. You were so focused on getting to the board to hold on to it, hoping it would keep your head above the water so you could catch your breath that you didn’t hear the others yelling to check on you over the sound of the water. Just before your hands could reach it the wave crashed again, thrusting under the surface. The board was pushed forward before you could sink below it and it clipped you in the head before the wave crashed over you again.

You could feel your lungs begging for air, begging to be drawn to the surface again but your arms felt so heavy. Your feet pushed off the ground just as the water calmed again for a moment causing you to break the surface. You gasped, pulling at the strap around your ankle to rip it off. Your feet were starting to lose their footing again while you ripped it apart. You had no time to examine your surroundings before the wave pushed you forward.

Your chest felt heavy, too heavy to take a deep breath before ducking your head under. The board came flipping through the water with nothing to hold it, to keep it contained and it swept across you again, effectively knocking you hard enough for your eyes to black out.

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noelacciari · 5 years ago

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alright this is kinda bad but I'm gonna ask anyway. so I'm a new/casual hockey fan and this girl I'm friends w is super into hockey and I'm kinda having to bluff my way through convos rn so could you give me a basic summary of the roster and stuff pls :)))

okay babe, so this is how we’re gonna set this up for you… personality quiz style. (also wait I’m assuming you mean Bruins so. im very sorry if this was about another team lol)

Step 1: pick your star

- Do you strive for perfection? Do you look for stability in a relationship? Can you appreciate a good beard? Do you need a perfect man to project all your feelings regarding men onto and then you never have to even look at another man in real life? Then Patrice Bergeron is the guy for you. He’s perfect. Like legit. Has been nominated for the Selke Award (best defensive forward) approximately a gazillion times, eventually they’re going to change it to The Bergy. Gorgeous play maker, dominate on the face-off circle. Quiet leader in the room. A pillar of the Boston community. The only person who can tame Marchand (we’ll get to him later). Every person in New England is AT LEAST 30% in love with him, regardless of sexual orientation. (I’m not even kidding). Future Hall of Famer. Without a doubt. (Forward (Center), #37, first line)

- Do you enjoy carbs? How about charming smiles? Do you enjoy men who toe the lines of fashion? Do you like a show, flashy lights and stunning tricks? Do you like people who make you smile, no matter how bad your day is? Then David Pastrnak is your man. Better know as Pasta (said with a deep Boston accent), he’s been tearing up the ice from the moment he arrived in TD Garden. A member of the Best Top Line in the League (alongside Bergeron - and that other guy who we will get to later). His goals are always absolutely nasty, just. Sexy, sexy hockey. Off the ice he’s sunshine personified, known for his chipped tooth smile, wearing checked suits and floral shirt, and just being generally the best. (Forward (winger), #88, first line)

- Are human sized chipmunks something you think would be pretty cool? How do you feel about Long Island? Would you think it’s funny if a guy who was a star player on a Boston team dated the daughter of a Pittsburgh coach? Do you think it’s even funnier if a guy who tweeted “I hate the Bruins” then proceeds to get drafted by them? Then Charlie McAvoy is your star d-man. At the ripe old age of 21, Long Island native Charlie McAvoy already carries a huge chunk of responsibility on the Bruins defense core. A future leader for the team (captain. imo), Charlie puts up incredible minutes, and is the perfect complement to his d-partner Zdeno Chara (we’ll get to him too). Also known as Cheeks (on tumblr) or Mac (by his teammates), Charlie isn’t afraid to throw his weight around on the ice, and he looks good doing it. Dude is a Bonafide Stallion. (Defense, #73, 1st Pair)

Step 2: Pick your Dad

- Are you vegetarian? How do you feel about EXTREMELY tall men wearing easter bunny onesies? Do you prefer to bike to work instead of taking the train? what about pigeons? If you consider pigeons friends, then Zdeno Chara is your new dad! (Boogie Woogie Woogie). You know how Bruins fans like to say - Don’t Poke The Bear? Well Big Zee is that hypothetical bear. Our beloved captain and father earned himself quite the reputation on the ice, known for his hard AF slap shots and even harder punches. Clocking in at 6′9″ and 250lbs, Zad is still a beast at 42 years old - and he apparently has no plans to retire. While his age doesn’t appear to be slowing him down on the ice, Zee has shown his softer side off the ice with his inspirational and extremely cute Instagram. He came into Boston in 2006 and was named Captain upon signing, and has forever changed the culture of the Boston Bruins. Chara facilitates an inclusive but hard working locker room, and his legacy will live on in Boston long after his retirement. (Defense, #33, first pair)

- Are you a dog person? Also are you American? Those are really the only 2 qualifications you need to chose David Backes as your dad. Although some of us older folks like me (at the stunningly old, reaching retirement age of 26) might consider Backes to be more of a daddy, the majority of Bruins tumblr view him as their Dad. Common nicknames include Dadkes and Papa, and his effect on the team after being brought back into the line-up during the playoffs has endeared him to fans. While his deal is… not great (he’s expensive!!) and he hasn’t performed up to how much money he’s paid, it’s clear that he’s a leader on the team. The young guys look up to him, and the older guys respect him, and that’s what we’s appreciates ‘bout him. Also. He LOVES animals. Backes and his wife Kelly (who have known each other since kindergarten how cute is that shit) have their own charity that helps animals!! (Forward (Winger/Center), #42, currently 2nd line)

- Were you really into magic as a kid (or currently)? Have you always gravitated to your one friend’s dad who was super quiet but super smart and taught you how to play chess at that cookout one time? Then your new dad is David Krejci! Sometimes called The Wizard, Krejci is known to make magic happen on the ice. Between no-look passes and somehow being able to know exactly where his wingers are going to be before they even know, tbh. Krej is probably the MOST underrated player on the Bruins, but he’s always dependable, and always seems to be there when you need him. (Forward (Center), #46, 2nd Line)

Step 3: pick your weirdo

- Have you never eaten a vegetable willingly in your life? Do you consider yourself a chef - specifically for children? Do you think getting your teeth knocked out is fun and exciting? Then Jake “JD” DeBrusk is the dude for you! Goofy AF off the ice and a sniper on it, Jake is extremely worthy of being your chosen weirdo. He has a lucky winter hat named “tuukka” that he’s been wearing all playoffs, and he might only have one brain cell but we love him for it. At one point called a draft bust, Jake has been proving himself to be an elite player, and has been a steady winger for Krejci all season. Plus. He’s cute af. (Forward (winger), #74, 2nd Line)

- Is getting under other people’s skin one of your favorite activities? Do you like to piss people off by being better than them at everything? Does licking someone’s face in the middle of a hockey game seem like a Good Idea to you? Back in step number one did you chose Patrice Bergeron as your Lord and Savior? Then Boston’s favorite Pest - Brad Marchand - is the guy for you! Brad started off as an undersized fourth liner, and has worked his way up to one of the top scorers in the league. Outside of Boston he’s probably the most hated player in the NHL - earning himself a reputation for being a pest (at best), and sometimes being dirty (at worst). This year we are proud to announce that he did not get suspended once! Though he did come in just short of 100 Penalty Minutes. Marchy was our top scorer this year, and has become an integral part of this team. (Forward (winger), #63, 1st Line)

- Are you secretly an arsonist? Are frogs your favorite animal? Do you have a crush on that Pretty Jock that’s in all your classes and sometimes smiles at you in the lunch line? Then Danton Heinen is the weirdo for you. Danton has been a quietly steady performer for the Bruins this season, spending time on the top line with Bergeron and Marchand when Pasta was out. He’s growing into quite the play maker, and he’s known for making good decisions on the ice that lead to goals. Danton also happens to look like a frog, which is an important character trait imo. He’s a tumblr favorite, but he’s a good person to like even in real life, because he makes an impact on the ice. (Forward (winger), #43, 3rd Line)

Step 4: chose your conventionally attractive white boy

- OKay we’re not doing the questions thing because judging by your ask you may not even be interested in men so i’m just going to dive straight into the description. He’s tall with a strong jaw and perfect curls and pecs of a God. Charlie Coyle is a Weymouth, MA native who Boston brought back home at the trade deadline. He’s been a bit of a hero this playoff run, and he looks damn good doing it. The B’s have been searching for a good 3rd line center, and Charlie has filled the role perfectly. Personally, I am deeply in love with him, in case you could not tell. (Forward (center/winger), #13, 3rd Line)

- an integral member of the Bruin’s all important Line 1A (aka the 4th line), Sean Kuraly has got it all. Piercing blue eyes? Check. Perfectly highlighted hair? Check. Cute little chin? Double check. Though he’s been photographed wearing jorts and an open flannel shirt with nothing underneath it, Sean is still a certified Babe. He’s been Klutch in every playoff run he’s had with the B’s, and is the scoring force behind the 4th Line’s brawn. Not to mention, his signature celly is a leap from the ice! (Forward, (center/winger), #52, 4th Line)

- Brandon Carlo… how do I begin to explain Brandon Carlo? Brandon Carlo is flawless. He has two bible tattoos and a designer bulldog. I hear his hair is insured for $10,000. I hear he does Tri-City Americans commercials… in Washington. His favorite movie is Miracle. One time he met David Backes on a plane… and he told him he was pretty. One time he punched me in the face… it was awesome (’cause he missed). In all seriousness though, Monte is a hardworking, defensive defenseman, who has really shone this season. He doesn’t show up on the scoreboard often, but he makes it really hard for other teams to get goals. Even though he struggles to score empty netters... he’s still a babe. (Defense, #25, 2nd Pair)

Step 5: Chose your shorty

- If you’re thinking - wait, shouldn’t Marchand be in this category? Isn’t he the smallest guy in the World? Then Torey Krug is the Short King for you. An ELITE offensive defenseman, Torey is absolute dynamite on the ice. In game 3 of the Stanley Cup Finals Torey made history by becoming the first Bruins player ever to record 4 points in a stanley cup finals game. Krug is quick on his feet and can snipe from the blue line, but isn’t afraid to lay down the law when he needs to. Notorious for loosing his helmet so he can show off that flow, Torey also has a bulldog named fenway and a BABY on the way. (Defense, #47, 2nd Pair).

- Is talk shit, get hit a favorite saying of yours? Can you appreciate biceps the size of your head? Then Noel Acciari is your man. He might be short but he’s built like a tank, and he uses that bod to plow through guys on the ice. Noeldozer is known for laying down the cleanest hits, and we love when he takes out the trash! The Rhode Island Native got married last summer, and has a golden retriever named Thor. His mouth is currently fucked right up but I promise he’s actually kinda pretty. (Forward (winger/center), #55, 4th Line)

- Are you one of the apparent hoards of people that think a Boston accent is sexy? Could you get into a guy who says the fuck word on live television? Are collarbone tattoos a thing you admire? Do you like sexy, tough little son’s of bitches? Great! Matt Grzelcyk is the little guy for you. A BU grad who’s become a cornerstone of the Bruins d-core, Grz is a tough little cutie who works hard and gets shit done. More of an offensive defenseman, Matty G has been there for the team even when all of our other defenseman were injured. His Dad has worked at the Gahden for like a million years, and playing for the B’s is a dream come true for Matt and his family. He got taken out in Game 2 of the Finals, and the Bruins are currently seeking revenge. Dude’s got a good beard going too. (Defense, #48, 3rd Pair)

Step 6: Pick your goalie

- As much as we love Jaro, there’s only one goalie you need to know about when you’re learning about the Bruins... 2 U’s 2 K’s 2 Points... Tuukka Rask! The clear MVP of the Playoffs this year, Tuukka has been a brick wall in the net for the B’s. He’s known for being quick tempered and a little... wild, at times, having been caught on camera beating the shit out of a bunch of milk crates and on time brandishing a skate blade at the refs like a knife. Though some fans seem to never forgive Tuukka for the B’s loosing the 2013 playoffs, around these parts we love and respect and rely on his prowess in the net. Off ice, he kinda looks like the grinch (and knows it), though apparently Bergy thinks he looks like Harry Styles (i wish i was kidding). He’s also got 2 adorable little girls! (GOALIE, starter)

So now you’ve got 6 guys that you know about, right? I would pick 1 or 2 of those to be the ones you pay attention to. Listen for headlines about their goals/play, if you’re watching games, look for their numbers on the ice. All you gotta do is be able to say “Wow did you see that Coyle goal on Saturday night?” and all of a sudden you sound like an expert! (This works even better of you choose a guy not from the first category).

If you have more questions about specific players or lines, feel free to reach out! I know not a lot but I know many people who actually do know things lol

(Also to any of Bruins tumblr who made it this far, I KNOW i’m missing your faves okay. Wagner, Clifton, Nordy, MoJo, Moore, and half the providence roster deserve a spot on here. But I’ve already written too much)

(Also Also, special thanks to Lil for helping me with Monte’s description)

#boston bruins #this was a labor of love #look i know not everyone will agree with my categories but i was trying to be succinct #mine #mine:bruins #anonymous #beth's got mail #bruins

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tuttle-4077 · 8 months ago

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2024 Papa Bear Awards Nominees

Sorry. I'm a little late posting these on tumblr (but not too late!). The Nominations are in and we've tallied them up. So hold onto your hats and give us a drumroll!

Best Short General/Comedy

A Deserved Gift (Guess Who) Cardinal Rose

A Time to Move On (Guess Who) Sierra Sutherwind

Exit, Pursued By A Bear pronker

Little April Showers (Guess Who) Fear-Of-The-Cold

Marya's Meta pronker

Sergeant 'Don't You Sass Me, Hogan' Wilson whatisthismandoinghere

Soundtrack to a Seance (Guess Who) Khebidecia

What to Do When You're in a Crunch (Guess Who) GrrraceUnderfire

Best Short Drama

Different Dangers by ami_ven

Graveyard Shift by she_elf4

How Long in this Hellhole? Captain Thunders

Spring Flowers (Guess Who) Tuttle4077

The Queue (Guess Who) Abracadebra

Unfair PicassoPenguin

War Is Heck Abracadebra

Well and Truly Got Cardinal Rose

Best Medium-Length General/Comedy

A Brother's Bond by PicassoPenguin

Autumn Winds by Fear-Of-The-Cold

Drop Bears by dust on the wind

Once Is Enough by Abracadebra

Operation Mother Hen by Tuttle4077

The 2023 Short Story Speed Writing Challenge: Bedside Manners by dust on the wind

The Mission Briefing 2023: Carter Writes a Letter by mrspencil

Yoga session by Deepbluethinking

Best Medium-Length Drama

Ashes by LightShiner14

Cracking the Vault by Sierra Sutherwind

Decoration Day by Abracadebra

Heroes by Sam Worth

In Too Deep by Crystal Rose of Pollux

Mama Bear by PicassoPenguin

Of Defectors and Strawberries by Hochstetter'sLady

The Majors Malaise by Vintronics

Words of a Wise Wilson by whatisthismandoinghere

Best Long Story

Card Games, Vampires, and A Very Late Letter by TheSailingRabbit

Hogan's Heroes: Will the Fake Colonel Hogan Please Drop Dead by Basketballgirl Kaitlin

Klink's Brother by Sam Worth

No Rest for the Weary by Frau Wilhem Klink

The Things I Do for This Bloody War Effort by Frau Wilhem Klink

The Winds of the World by Fear-Of-The-Cold

Uneasy Company by dust on the wind

Best Challenge General/Comedy

A Brother's Bond by PicassoPenguin

A Gathering of Friends Old and New by TheSailingRabbit

A Snippet by Captain Thunders

Gone Without a Trace: Uncovering the Truth behind the Missing Mug by Sierra Sutherwind

Klink's Brother by Sam Worth

No Rest for the Weary by Frau Wilhelm Klink

Once Is Enough by Abracadebra

Operation Mother Hen by Tuttle4077

The Murder That Never Happened by Khebidecia

The Pigeons Strike Back by TheSailingRabbit

Yoga session by Deepbluethinking

Best Challenge Drama

Cracking the Vault by Sierra Sutherwind

Focus by TheSailingRabbit

Heroes by Sam Worth

In Too Deep by Crystal Rose of Pollux

The Winds of the World by Fear-Of-The-Cold

Uneasy Company by dust on the wind

War Is Heck by Abracadebra

Best Story Based On an Episode

The Assassin by lonewolfette9846

The Well by lonewolfette9846

War Is Heck by Abracadebra

Heroes by Sam Worth

Decoration Day by Abracadebra

Drop Bears by dust on the wind

Best Crossover

Enfilade (xMarvel), by pronker

Support Operations (xCaptain America/Marvel Cinematic Universe), by ami_ven

The Abyss Raid (xRat Patrol), by TheSailingRabbit

The Daybreak Raid (xRat Patrol), by TheSailingRabbit

The Sheeps Clothing Raid (xRat Patrol) by graveyardnuggets

The Watchtower Raid (xRat Patrol), by TheSailingRabbit

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peakyblindersbitch · 6 years ago

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Synopsis: Alfie is living the dream. He is married to a beautiful woman,with a beautiful little girl. He makes more money each year than most people will see during their entire life, and has created an empire. But he’s still learning t deal with domestic life.

Pairing: Modern!Alfie x Reader

Warnings: None

GIF Credit: Google

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“Fuck off. Maybe you should sleep at work again.” I whisper, shutting the door in my soon to be ex-husband’s face. His work kept him preoccupied for the majority of our daughter’s life. Every single birthday, awards ceremony, or football game, she had been left to ask the same question: Where’s papa? The first time that I heard this, the innocent words broke my heart, but after the thirtieth time, I found myself speaking the same words on repeat. Papa is at work. He’ll be home tonight. He promised. It was a well intententioned lie, no different than Santa or the Tooth Fairy. I curse to myself as I stomp into the kitchen, reminding myself after the fact, that our daughter, Charlotte is fast asleep in our bed upstairs, no doubt tamgled in the rag she refused to throw out: her blankie. I pour myself a large glass of wine and take a seat on the leather couch, petting Cyril’s coarse fur. “What are we to do boy? Your father is so busy, it just hurts my heart. I want to be with him, the way couples should. It sometimes feels like we aren’t even married.” I confess to the animal, wiping a single tear from my cheek, and setting down the glass on the coffee table as I hear a tap at the glass door across from me. I slowly approach the sound, opening the curtains slightly, to see Alfie standing there. A sheepish smile rests on his full pink lips, and a single flower in his hand, while he once again taps his cane on the glass pane. I unlock the door and open it, allowing him shelter from the harsh wind and bitter cold.

“Fuckin’ hell, my own wife, tryna kill me. How’ll you and our daughter like it when I don’t got any fingers or toes? Speaking of, how was the ceremony? Straight A’s, yeah? Fuck, sure doesn’t get it from me.” He winks, attempting to be charming enough to make me forget my rage. My heart warms slightly at the mention of our daughter, and while I’ve forgiven him and let him into our home, I’m still ultimately pretty angry. I turn on my heels and head up the stairs, and into our bedroom. I slowly open the door, and shut it behind me, sliding the small lock into place, and sliding into bed. I smile a little at the sight of the ragged greyish material draped over her small body, and my hands reach over to Charlie to pull the fallen comforter up to her chin, before staring up at the ceiling and trying to fall asleep.

My thoughts wander to Alfie, of course. He’s my husband, the man I chose to spend my life with, despite numerous other men competing for my affection. He had been the kindest, funniest, and most attentive of any of the men I had dated, and I had fallen in love with both his caring nature and crude sense of humor, and in all honestly, the fact that he was well endowed. Of course, I would never willingly separate from Alfie, but the idea of having a divorce has popped into my head on more than one occasion. He had broken our daughter’s trust too many times. Too many broken promises to both her and myself. He isn’t a bad man, he’s quite the opposite, the kindest and most giving man I’ve ever met, but he can’t seem to find the time to tear himself away from his precious work and give his family a single night. As I think, tears form in my eyes for the second time tonight. If Alfie and I were to get a divorce, what would be the consequences? Would Charlie be left wondering why her parents separated? Would she blame herself? Surely it would impact her emotionally, just as it had when my parents split nearly two and a half decades ago, when I was no older than her. I don’t want my daughter, our daughter, to go through the same pain I did, so I make a promise to myself. We will make this work. For her, even if we never feel the same intense love we had when we were first married, we can make this work. With a idea in my head and strong will in my heart, I finally fall asleep. My mind drifts into dreamland, and the dreams are out of sequence, in different times and different places. Even my appearance changes as though I’m different people all at one time. The only constants are Charlie and Alfie. I wake to Charlie’s cold feet on my side and I groan quietly, opening my eyes to the bright stream of light entering through our opened window. I bring myself to my feet, the floorboards beneath my feet creaking under my weight. I lift my pink fuzzy robe into myself and take a look at Charlie. She’s still sleeping, blankets covering nearly half her face. I smile to myself and exit the room quietly, walking down the stairs. I’m surprised when Cyril isn’t there at the stairs to greet me, to barrel at me with the force of a seven foot tall, three hundred pound man, as Alfie and I had always joked. I wearily continue down the stairs, to see Cyril laying in his bed, head rested atop his large paws, and a sad expression on his face. As I continue towards him, I get a good view of Alfie. He’s sitting up on the couch, eyes red and puffy. I move towards him and he picks up the laptop that had been resting on the wooden table, opening the screen and passing the device to me. That’s when i know he knows. The google search ‘divorce lawyers in london’ is shown on the screen, and before I can speak a word, Alfie cuts in.

“Is that what you want?” He asks, voice staying steady as he gets the words out, and from his expression alone, I know he’s about to break down.

“Alfie- I-“ I start, and find myself at loss for words. I so want to explain to him that the search was a something I had half thought at about midnight after a bottle and a half of Rosé.

“I asked you a question. Is this what you want? Why didn’t you tell me? You know I won’t fight if you really want this. I just want to make you happy.” He says, head falling into his hands. I want to run over to him and embrace him in a bear hug, tell him that I didn’t mean a thing by that, and I love him more than I can express, but I can’t.

“It’s not what I want Alfie. I love you, but this might be what I- what we need. How many birthdays have you missed? All of them. Every single one! You didn’t see her first word or her first step or her first day of school!” My voice gets louder as I finish my statement, not caring about waking our daughter.

“You think I chose to do that? That I wanted to stay away from my wife and my little girl? You know me a lot better than that pet, you know I love you both more than anything in this world, but my work is important. How do you think I bought this house for us? What about that rock on your hand there? You think I just pull millions of dollars out of my ass?“ He asks, rising to a standing position and towering over me.

“Alfie I don’t want to fight. This is all that happens when we see one another. I don’t think I can make this work anymore. And don’t you dare think I’m pulling this to get any of your money, because frankly I don’t give half a shit. I want my daughter to life a better life, and maybe if we split that will happen for her.” I say, sitting at the kitchen table with my head in my hands.

“Get the papers then darlin. I’ll sign em but I sure as hell won’t let you take my daughter away from me.” He says, following me and placing a firm hand onto my shoulder.

“Papa!” The little girl runs down the stairs and embraces her father’s leg. His tired eyes gaze down at her and I can tell that it takes all of his strength as he picks her up with a smile plastered on his cheeks.

“Darlin! Your mother and I was speaking about taking you somewhere special to celebrate your grades. Such a smart little girl, just like mama.” He kisses her cheeks and he giggles in delight. I stand to make us both coffee and rest my head on the hard wood cabinets

“Alf, let her get dressed before you start on that.” I call over to my husband, pouring the black liquid into two cups as he sets her down and she runs back up the stairs and into her bedroom. He follows me into the kitchen once again and stands just behind me.

“I want to make this work baby, I don’t want a divorce. Just seeing our daughter, she’s so beautiful and perfect, and you know what? We created her together when we were in love and I want that love back. I’ll sign anything if you really want it but know I don’t want to leave you both. Please, think about it darlin.” He says, placing a kiss behind my ear and grabbing a cup off coffee with cream.

I nod my head in response and look back at him. “Alfred, I want to fall back in love with you. But I need you to do one thing for me, please. Don’t leave us for days and go out with those bimbos. Just stay home with us and be a normal husband and father.” I say as I place A kiss to his lips, the first one in months. He nods eagerly in response and pulls me to him once more, kissing my lips as eagerly as ever.

“Let’s make this work.” I grin as our lips separate for a brief moment. Alfie only nods in response, resting his chin atop my head.

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#alfie solomons #peaky blinders #alfie solomons one shots #alfiexreader #modern peaky blinders #modern alfie solomons #peaky blinders imagines #alfie solomons imagines #tom hardy imagines #tommy shelby imagines #michael grey imagines #alternate universe #alfie solomons au #peaky blinders au

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elizas-writing · 6 years ago

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Animated August, Day 4: An American Tail

Don Bluth, what happened in your childhood where you depict most cats roaring like bears? You alright, buddy?

Anyway, while The Secret of NIMH was a success among both the box office and critics, it didn’t pack as much punch to launch Bluth’s new career off the ground. Thankfully, that day came a few years later when in collaboration with Steven Spielberg, they released An American Tail.

This was a phenomenal film at the time to keep animated films in the spotlight, and it even surpassed Disney when they were still in their Dark Ages. It made more money than The Great Mouse Detective-- which premiered just four months prior--, and it got a shit ton of recognition at awards shows, mainly for the song “Somewhere Out There.”

I actually had a couple of the sequels on VHS when I was younger, but for some reason, I never had the original film. I don’t know why, but it was one of those staple animation films which slipped past my childhood. I knew the basic plot, but didn’t actually see it until last year. Better late than never, cause goddamn, Bluth knows how to throw the punches.

A Russian-Jewish mice family, the Mousekewitzes, have to flee after the Cossacks and their cats burn down their homes. Like many mice throughout Europe, their next destination is America which promises freedom, prosperity, and best of all, no cats. However, while en route to America, the young Fievel Mousekewitz is washed overboard during a storm and lost at sea. He eventually reaches the shores of New York City while his depressed family try to start their new lives. Encountering all sorts of colorful characters and realizing there are still cats in America (oops, Papa), Fievel sets off on a journey to reunite with his family and help other mice find their voices in this new world of freedom.

In hindsight, it’s probably a good thing I didn’t see this movie when I was young, because god DAMN is it emotional torture-- Keep in mind, I couldn’t watch The Lion King without sobbing over Mufasa’s death every fucking time until I was 7-years-old. It’s bad enough that a vulnerable child is separated from his family and taking the world practically on his own to find them again. But the following hour is just a massive tease. It has so many scenes where they’re only feet apart, but they JUST miss each other because they don’t take the extra second to look up. And when they finally reunite, it’s pure catharsis; I want to just cry in joy and relief for this family.

What makes the emotional tease worth it is how it establishes the familial connection. They’re only together for about 20 minutes at the beginning, and as expected, it’s basic family life pulling through hard times and preparing to start anew. But it hits so much harder after Fievel is separated, and you see the reactions. The parents, particularly Papa Mousekewitz with some killer voice acting by Nehemiah Persoff, are absolutely heartbroken, already accepting that Fievel’s dead and in denial of any possibility of him being alive. They’re so torn apart because they love him so damn much. Meanwhile, his older sister, Tanya, remains optimistic that he’s still alive, which is best highlighted with the song “Somewhere Out There.” Even though the singing’s not that great, it makes up for it with the passion and connection between the siblings, making it a very touching song.

I think in any other film, Fievel would just be another annoying cutesy kid, but give his circumstances, you understand his desperation to find his family, his willingness to trust total strangers, and how much he misses them. He faces a lot of scary shit, but he can be quite fearless and determined when he needs to. And he’s pretty clever to come up with plans to save the day.

This is also one of Don Bluth’s most heavy-handed films with the context of late 19th-century immigration. He doesn’t hold back for a moment in making these parallels. No joke, the film opens with the freaking Cossacks raiding a Jewish village. It dismantles the idealized American dream and showcases that corruption knows no international borders, whether among mice or cats. With that comes reinventing what the American dream is and reevaluating prejudices and priorities, the former best seen through Fievel’s friendship with the cat Tiger, voiced by Dom DeLuise-- he kinda plays him similar to Jeremy in The Secret of NIMH as this big goofball, but thankfully has more narrative purpose than just the comic relief.

Some might find the subject matter and depressing tone too much for the kids, and they may not get the historical parallels. I can’t deny that it is an emotional roller coaster, even in my 20s, but hey, how is that much different than some of the scary, depressing, and/or fucked up shit we saw in the next decade with the Disney Renaissance films? It’s a lot to handle in one movie, but it’s worth it to get to the end no matter how many times I watch it. That intense catharsis is an experience few films obtain, and it’s one of the biggest emotions to expose to children while they’re still growing. Even if they don’t get the big historical context, they can still pick up the importance of family and never giving up on them, even if all seems hopeless.

The animation, once again, is beautiful. The characters and their struggles are compelling. The environment is as delightful as it is dangerous. The songs are catchy. And the story and emotional progression gets me every time. It’s certainly a film I won’t forget to show my kids, and one of Bluth’s best for a reason.

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miraculousandbts · 3 years ago

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V | A Friend For Tannie

Summary: After coming back from a short trip to his hometown, Taehyung finds his baby Yeontan upset and lonely. And then he decides that whining about getting a new dog to his hyungs will be a good idea.

Pairing: None

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: Uh…I don’t think there are any. But yeah, this one is basically terrible. I’ve portrayed a grown man like he’s a five year old 😅 "Jin hyung!" Taehyung followed his oldest hyung like a puppy, while the elder ignored him again and kept on dusting the table. "Jin hyung, please?" Seokjin turned around to go to the kitchen, but all he saw was Taehyung making an adorable pouty face. "Pweashe?"

"Why don't you ask your parents?! Why do you keep following me?!" Seokjin just glared at him, went to the kitchen, and started cleaning the cabinets. "Because Tannie lives with us!" Taehyung was still hoping his baby voice would melt away his hyung's heart, even though he knew that they had been living together for more than a decade, which meant his aegyo did not work on any of the members, only A.R.M.Ys.

"No means no! We have enough pets as it is, and Tannie is as mischievous as you are, which is a lot to handle!"

"But none of them except Tan live with us. Come on hyung, please!" Seokjin started ignoring him again.

A couple of hours ago, he had returned from his short trip to Daegu. He had decided to leave Tannie there, as he was only going for two days. When he came back though, he found the little dog just laying there doing nothing with glossy eyes. He figured that he couldn't ask the members to keep doing their jobs and keep Tannie company. He knew his little furry friend was his responsibility.

That's when he got a genius idea, at least in his eyes. Just get Yeontan a friend! Instead of resting and relaxing like he should have, he had been following poor Seokjin since then. Half an hour ago, Seokjin had finally had enough and resorted to ignoring him. Taehyung was hellbent on getting a new puppy though. He pouted an left the kitchen, while Seokjin sighed and shook his head, knowing he's going to Namjoon.

And he was right. Taehyung knocked on Namjoon's door. He heard a faint 'come in' and went in. "Namjoon hyung, I have a request. Please please please say yes!" He clasped his hands together, only to get an eyebrow raise in return. "I'll listen to your request, but shouldn't you be sleeping? You returned two hours ago."

"Forget about it. I was thinking...shouldn't we get Yeontan a friend?"

"A friend for...Yeontan?"

"Yes! I promise he or she'll be good, I'll take the responsibility, and I'll train it too! Just please!!!" He clasped his hands, squeezed his eyes shut, and stretched out his 'please' a little too much. His body language was an example of desperation. "I don't have a say in this. While I won't mind another dog here, the ultimate decision goes to Jin hyung."

"Argh!" Taehyung cutely whined and slid down the bed. He sighed and left the room, leaving behind his hyung who was wondering why he suddenly wanted a friend for Tannie. Taehyung decided he'll keep bugging Seokjin until the elder agrees for another dog.

After another hour of Taehyung irritating Seokjin and the latter feeling like pulling his hair out in frustration, entered Jungkook, along with Hoseok. They were just chatting, and then they saw Taehyung sitting on the chair with a pout yelling, "Please! Please! Please!" while they're eldest hyung looked like he was regretting his life decisions. Both of them raised they're eyebrows at the scene in front of them.

"What's going on?" Hoseok asked, interrupting Taehyung. "I want another dog, but hyung won't let me!" He whined.

"Can a person sleep in peace?" Came a new voice. Everyone turned to see a half asleep Jimin standing there with an annoyed look. "Can a person work in peace?!" Yoongi appeared from nowhere behind Jimin and gave them a glare. "I just want a dog!" Taehyung did not want to throw a tantrum at this age, but he was seriously considering it. Hearing all the commotion, Namjoon came out too.

"Why do you suddenly want another dog? Tannie will be jealous." Jungkook decided to take the reigns in his hands. It was the first time someone had asked the reason for this. Taehyung had not bothered telling anyone why he suddenly felt like getting another dog. "A dog? What about Tan?" This question cam from Jimin, who was suddenly interested, all thoughts of sleep long gone.

"When I returned, I found the usually super excited Yeontan laying down going nothing with glossy eyes. I'm his father, I know he was lonely. I can ask you guys to do what you're doing and also look after him." He waited for some kind of response from the members, but he got none. He was getting sick of whining like a kid, and that's when he decided, if the members didn't want a dog, he won't get one. But that doesn't mean he was happy with the decision.

Tannie was like his baby, he couldn't bear the thought of him being all sulky. He sighed dejectedly, checked on the little guy who was sleeping peacefully, and stormed out of the house.

*****

Taehyung was tired. All day he had just begged for another dog without resting after coming back from the trip, and now that he took an hour long walk in the park, all he wanted to do was go to sleep. With that thought in mind, he started trudging home.

He turned the doorknob, and heard laughter ringing from the hall. And then he heard small happy barks of his baby. He furrowed his brows in confusion and went to see what was happening.

The sight that beheld him melted him. All the members were sitting on the floor in a circle, while Tannie was between them running from member to member. Jimin threw a tennis ball to Yoongi, and Tannie followed the ball. The little guy looked so happy that Taehyung just stood there with folded hands leaning against the doorway with a gentle smile on his face.

It was Jungkook who noticed him first. "We thought you needed some alone time, so we didn't bother calling you. But Tannie was missing his papa." Is the first thing he said to him. All the members turned around and gave him award winning smiles.

Hoseok said, "You know, all you had to do was ask, instead of throwing a tantrum like a kid." Yoongi threw the ball to Hoseok, "Tannie is family, not just a pet. We'd happily look after him while you would be away." Yeontan followed the ball and jumped in Hoseok's lap, while the latter kept the ball on the floor and played with him.

Taehyung sighed. Hoseok was right. Taehyung wasn't a kid anymore, he was an adult. He should've thought about the situation before taking any stupid steps. All he got of out this was being tired as hell, and his eldest hyung probably being mad at him.

"Jin hyung?" He asked quietly. "Hmm?"

"I'm sorry. For annoying you. I should've thought about this beforehand." He apologised.

"It's okay. You are like my younger brothers, and it's my duty to take care of you and handle your idiotic ness. But yeah, it would've been nice if you did think like an adult. I believe in forgive and forget...and I hate pointless arguments."

Taehyung smiled and went to back hug Seokjin. He was happy that Tannie got a family, instead of a friend.

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dancingarchitect · 7 years ago

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There have been times when I’ve wondered if Black Thought should be in the running for #goat emcee. This video is one of those times. 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I come home chasin’ good for nothin’ half cousins and then walk in the crib to the smell of crack cookin’ she was introduced to that substance abuse or some of the strongest drugs that the gov’ment produced look, I even got excused by the principal My story is out of the dub dub interview I seen some ice cold summers, hot winters too I never thought I’d win Grammy awards with the Roots I never thought I would be getting’ long in the tooth My OGs told me “boy, you better go and live your truth” I am a walking affirmation That imagination and focus and patience gets you closer to your aspiration and just cuz they give you shit don’t mean you have to take it My words capture greatness sworn affidavits Yours truly the celestial being You stay seein’ pulling up in a fresh European High steppin out of it dressed to a T And not another got more soul, unless you Korean (!!!!) 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So we saw you pumpin’ that Earth Wind and Fire body ya Cool the Prada Dakar la Merino hard body up You seen another rapper cleaner, mami prolly not How it feel to be the best that did it I’ll admit it I’m visiting from planet bring these niggas down for minutes And y’all know I’m exquisite Wicked as Wilson Pickett The sickness I exhibit I’m too legit to quit it I don’t fake it til I make it, I take it to the limit and break it Never tentative when I’m bad I represent it A feeling just like chases Been a million places Conversation is how beautiful my face is People hated on how sophisticated my taste is Then I pulled up on these motherfuckers in a spaceship Panther mind I’m made of elements you can’t combine I’m at a level of intelligence you can’t define Einstein, Shakespeare, Voltaire, Tesla Recording artist slash psychology professor I preach for the east Never fold under pressure The beast from the east and I glide like Clyde Drexler Eyo my new name is Eighty Five Exes cause I’m the rap game certified specialist When I was reckless I was worried ‘bout the guest list I’m helpin’ rappers everywhere fulfill a death wish Yo Flex, I’m glad we made contact My nigga also know, this shit for combat Brain matta contain too much data I tell a story like fingerprints and blood splatter

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