#also more insta stories coming as soon as I finish editing them!

[bright-molina]

Cross My Heart

Part Seven: Show day with Sunset Curve finally reveals everything. It’s about time, too.

*{lyrics are in bold italics}

It was long overdue.

Of course watching Bobby and Sunset Curve was different than watching Carrie and Dirty Candy. It was different in a good way. A way that made you feel this constant buzz of excitement as you jumped up and down and shouted along to all the songs you’d heard before.

Luke was drawn to you. He always had been. 

Even before he messaged you the first time his eyes would linger a little too long in the halls and he would ask a little too many questions whenever you came up in conversation. None of that had connected until now.

He was only more drawn to you now. 

Now as his eyes lingered again, watching you have the time of your life while he played his music. Now as he observed you shouting eagerly alongside your friends and his. Now as he felt the twisting nerves when he realized what song was next on their setlist.

Very rarely had he been nervous to play music before. He shouldn’t have been, he’d practiced this song countless times the past few weeks. They’d played it flawlessly just a few hours before. But the implications that came with finally playing it for the person it was written for were hard to acknowledge.

Hard and easy all at the same time.

It was long overdue.

“Alright,” Luke leaned forward into his microphone, a rush of shouting blending together after the one word. “I’ve been working on this one for a while now. It's about -” He looked around for a second until he found you again. When he did your gaze was already locked on him.

His smile matched yours in a heartbeat and though he was speaking to the crowd he was looking only at you. “It’s about missing someone. About wanting to be right there beside them all the time. It’s -”

Luke chuckled a bit then as he remembered every single moment you and him had shared the last few months. Messages and phone calls and coffee and music. Sneaking around and moments of doubt. Doubt that was completely gone now. 

This, what he had with you, was everything. He was sure of that.

“It’s about doing anything for the person you love. This one’s called Cross My Heart. Hope you like it.”

You were frozen in place as you let the words Luke had spoken sink in, only vaguely aware of the questions being shouted at you by Carrie and Kayla and everyone else. Before you knew it though, the lights on the stage shut off and the venue buzzed with anticipation.

The first thing you heard through the dark arena was a guitar riff start to play from the spot where you knew Luke was standing. He played on his own for a few seconds before the lights came back on right as Bobby, Reggie, and Alex joined him.

Another roar of eager shouting sounded all around you but for the first time that night you were still and silent, paying close attention to every note. Every lyric. Every look that flashed on Luke’s face as he played the song.

“So here's another day I'll spend away from you. Another night I'm on another broken avenue. My bag is ripped and worn then again now so am I, take what you wanna, take what you wanna, take what you -”

For the first time that night he stood on his own in the middle of the stage, focused completely on the song with his body pointed in your direction. He was singing to you and that was obvious to everyone there.

“I miss the stupid things,” Luke grinned as he sang, remembering every moment again. “We'd go to sleep and then you'd wake me up and kick me out of bed at 3 AM. Pick up the phone and hear you saying dirty things to me -”

Then for the first time since the song had started he was joined by somebody else. Bobby sang alongside him, a soft grin making its way onto his face too. This was long overdue. “Do what you wanna, do what you wanna, do what you -”

Reggie and Alex joined them next, all four of their voices blending together perfectly as they led each other into the chorus. “Take me with you, I start to miss you. Take me home, I don't wanna be alone tonight.”

It was easier then as Luke focused on singing to you and only you, the rest of the crowd becoming nothing but background noise. He’d gotten this far, he was positive he could get through the rest. “And I do want to show you I will run to you, to you till I can't stand on my own anymore I cross my heart and hope to die -”

You listened carefully, the grin and adrenaline and excitement returning when you heard the same notes Luke had played at the beginning repeating again. He did it flawlessly and effortlessly, his attention still focused on your reactions to the song. Your song.

“Cross my heart and hope to die,” He stopped then, seemingly without meaning to since Bobby faltered a bit before continuing with the melody Luke had been playing. “Cross my heart and hope to -”

He started moving around the stage again but still sang every word with complete confidence. The first thing he did was look at Reggie and nod, motioning for him to join him.

Your eyes were trained on each interaction, all four of them trading lines back and forth, one of them covering where the other would stop as Luke moved around to say something to each of them.

And then like nothing had happened at all Luke picked up his part again, looking briefly at the audience clapping and shouting and jumping along before finding you again.

“I wonder what you're doing. I wonder if you doubt it. I wonder how we used to ever go so long without it,” There was this intensity in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. You recognized it even through the people and the lights. “Now I know where I go, I’m coming back to you. Be where I ought to, be where I ought to, be where I -”

They played through the chorus again with the same eager, bouncing energy they had played every song until then. All four of them shared looks no one else could read, communicating the changes they were making on the spot with no hesitation.

It wasn’t until the lights surrounding the stage stilled again that it became a little more obvious. Most of the music stopped, leaving only Bobby playing a simple rhythm that filled the entire venue.

Luke’s voice rang out first. “Take me with you, I start to miss you.” Then Bobby joined him as he continued playing, repeating the same line. “Take me with you, I start to miss you.” Reggie matched the two of them next. “Take me with you, I start to miss you.” And finally Alex as he stood up from behind the drums. “Take me with you, I start to miss you.”

They kept repeating that same line as they began to clap out a beat. Just moments later that was all that sounded throughout the arena, paired only with the occasional notes from the guitar. From Bobby’s.

Luke had put his own down, taken the mic off the stand, and started walking across the stage in your direction.

You stepped forward too, slightly confused and a little concerned as to why he had stopped singing. There was no hesitation at all where there should’ve been.

It was easy jumping off the stage and maneuvering his way through the crowd. There weren’t many people in between you and him and for that he was grateful. He reached you just as the drums and bass kicked in along with the guitar again and he picked up singing again.

“Take me with you,” You couldn’t help but laugh as Luke took your hand, spun you around once, and pulled you to him. “I start to miss you.”

Luke smiled, finally perfectly content as he held you close. He could almost swear your eyes shined brighter than the lights moving behind him. Your voice speaking a soft ‘what are you doing’ sounded louder than the music. You were the only person he saw despite everyone surrounding the two of you.

The music cut out again and he sang the last repeat alone, staring at you and only you. “Take me home, I don’t wanna be alone tonight.”

He couldn’t find it in himself to leave your side. The stage was only a few feet away and the song wasn’t over but he couldn’t move. Not now.

Reggie took the lead as he sang the chorus again. He looked around for a second until he found Luke in the crowd, in his own little world with you as he went through the well practiced motions of the song he’d written weeks ago.

Bobby sang the second repeat of the chorus, pushing back a grin at the sight in front of him. He shook his head a bit as he sang before looking across at Alex first and then Reggie, the three of them sharing a silent knowledge that everything was in fact okay.

Alex sang the third repeat, each movement coming easy as he grinned. His eyes moved past you and Luke until he found the person he was looking for. When he did the two of them shared a look much like the one he knew his friends were wearing.

Luke sang the final repeat as all their instruments faded away for the last time. All that was left was him, his band harmonizing behind him, and you listening intently, finally understanding every single thing he’d been trying to say for weeks.

“And I do want to show you I will run to you, to you till I can't stand on my own anymore I cross my heart and hope to die.”

The roar of applause was deafening, especially considering where he stood on the floor beside you. Yet he heard you clearly.

“I can’t believe you,” You shook your head, taking a step closer to avoid shouting your thoughts over all the noise. “You wrote a song.”

Luke watched closely as you bit your bottom lip in an effort to hide the grin that peaked through anyway. “Did you like it?”

“I loved it,” Without thinking anything of it you brushed his hair back just as you had a few weeks ago. He leaned into you with just as much ease, as if it were as natural as breathing. Being with each other was just that easy. “We’ll talk later. Go finish your show, rockstar.”

“Later,” Luke nodded and took only a couple steps before stopping again. He turned back around to face you and paused for another moment. Then all once he rushed for you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before holding you close again. “I meant it, you know.”

You knew exactly what he was talking about. 

“I know you did,” You nodded as you stared up at him, Bobby’s voice pulling the crowd’s attention back to the stage as opposed to the two of you.

You thought of all the moments that refused to leave your head and of the feelings you’d felt while hearing the song. The one he’d written with you in mind. Your song. “I feel the same way, pretty boy.”

You’d never seen Luke’s reaction to the name up close and so when he smiled, ducked his head, and blushed furiously you swore to keep using it. This time you were the one who took his hand and pulled him along with you until you reached the stage again.

“Go. I’ll be here.”

Luke dropped your hand and pulled himself onto the stage again but didn’t move from the place right in front of you yet. His smile was brighter than it had been all night. Brighter than it had been since the last time he’d seen you. “Promise?”

“Yeah,” You nodded, more positive than ever before that this moment was long overdue. “Promise.”

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➢ One Five-Zero (m) : PJM

⇁ synopsis: You make a deal with a devil for a wild time in the middle of classes.

or 

the time when you were bored in the class and drew 150 pentagrams exactly in your notebook before a devilishly handsome man in a red suit breaks down the door of your class room and yells “wHAT the fUCK do you wANT?”

�� female reader x jimin

⇁ smut, jimin devil!au

⇁ general smut ig? oral sex (both lmao), slight derogatory language, creampie, unsafe sex (pls get a condom or some contraceptive before you do it kiddos), blowjob etc the list goes on.

⇁ lol a short PWP( 3.8k) . I saw a post somewhere on insta and wanted to write it at 1 am. Pls if you find that post because it gave me a reason to right, lemme know! I lost it sadly,

⇁ A/N: I had actually been busy writing 5 long ass story for my own joy but suddenly a small idea came to my mind after seeing a post and I really wanted to post it for y’all to enjoy. Hope you like it. PS: English is not my first language and this hasn’t been edited. I will edit it soon, but please do let me know if there is any mistakes! Also I am having issues with keep reading, let me know if you are facing some issues with it too! I don’t want to annoy some people by making them have to scroll through the entire fic. Also this is like my first fix, forgive me.

You sat in the back of the lecture hall as usual with your hoodie pulled over and your face resting in your left palm as you couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to the American History your professor was droning on about. You had a lot of regrets, one of them was choosing history but then it was your fault anyways and no one but you was to blame. 

As the professor went on, you had zoned out and doodled lethargically in your notebook with a dull red pencil that you found somewhere on the in the hallway that you pulled out to at least look like your were taking some notes in case the professor decided to look at you. However, the chances of the professor looking at you in far back of the hall were infinitesimally small since the good students that were actually engaging with the lecture content and asking questions were in the front row. You had an absolutely great respect for people like them, it was because of these people you were able to skimp out on paying attention and keeping a low radar in the classroom.

Out of all the doodles, you had taken a keen liking drawing circles and then a star in it to complete a pentagram. It was easy, no effort and quick for you to keep mindlessly doing it until the classroom ended sometimes you would shade in boxes on your notebook if it was a block paper, unfortunately it was the good ol’ lined paper, hence the pentagram. You had finished up a total of one hundred and 50 small pentagram in your notebook with that red pencil when a rather loud cracking of the door was heard, effectively pulling all of the class attention, including you, on the the door that had flown off the hinges and landed across the class room, at the windows in just splinters and large pieces of wood chunk.

However, your attention was on the devilishly handsome man in velvety crimson suit, unfortunately his beautiful face was contorted in an expression of pure anger and frustration, his fist seemed to be clenching and his eyes were dead set on you in a piercing glare, who dares to upset and making his screw up his handsome face? However your thoughts were interrupted by him “wHAT the fUCK do you wANT?”, he yelled, his loud voice reverberating your ear like a clap of a thunder and you swear you felt chills down your spine but moreover you were terribly confused. You were just admiring a masterpiece of an artwork.

You had no idea who he was other than the fact that he was extremely handsome, his hair felt like the kind you could run your hands through, his lips were plushy and kissable. But still you had no idea what you had done to constitute a rather handsome man to be yelling at you in the middle of the classroom after breaking a door with a kick. Was he that powerful?

The classroom had followed his line of vision which lead to you and now everyone had their eyes on you, including the professor, which offended you a little bit. Generally, a professor should get the intruder out but instead it seemed that the professor was invested in the drama that was unfolding right now. You weakly pointed at yourself and mouthed ‘me?’ to clarify if it really was you he was yelling at or maybe someone behind you or in front of you? Idiot, your back was to a wall and nobody was at least within few seats in front of you.

The handsome man rolled his eyes aggressively and ran his hand through his hair as he let out a sigh of frustration. Then he took large and quick strides to stand in front of you, now you were getting a strong aura from him, up close he was intimidating and there a sparkle of something unusual in his eyes. Maybe it was because he standing and you were seated and that he was actually leaning into you. You had shifted backwards until you were close to falling off the chair. Also, if you must add, he had a really nice smell of cologne coming from him and you couldn’t help but enjoy the cologne a little but until the man in front of you slammed his hand of you desk and seethed, “You. Me. Copier room now.” and with that he stormed off, leaving you with your jaw hanging wide open and your eyes blown to the size of the saucer. The professor suddenly cleared his throat and tilted his head to the direction that the man had left, signalling you to take your and go after him.

Embarrassment creeped up the back of your neck as you scrambled to pack everything, including the shitty red pencil you found and speed walked your way out into the hallways. You were utterly confused as to why were the two of you meeting in the copier room for. You would expect the conversation to be held in a cafe or hallway or even in an empty classroom as a matter of fact. You distractedly made your way to the entrance of the copier room which it was closed. You stood there, readjusting your bag strap on one shoulder and to give yourself a moment to prepare yourself to facing him again. Unfortunately, that was cut shot when the door swung open wildly and the man in front of you grabbed your wrist to pull you inside and slamming the door shut behind you. Now you were sandwiched between him, the door behind you and caged between his arms.

A small click was hear and you glanced to the source of the sound, he had locked the door from the inside- what, was that even possible? Locking a door from inside, it would make more sense to lock it from outside. Your train of thoughts were again interrupted when the man in front of you took a step back, standing directly underneath white light that hung from the ceiling. He truly was breathtaking, the red suit complimented his fair skin and his dark brown hair made him look irresistible. 

“Listen up, Y/N right?” he spoke, looking at you with his one eyebrow raised up to clarify if he had got the right person. You nodded immediately and he proceeded to talk, “You-you little-annoying piece of shit summoned me 150 times. What the fuck do you want?”

“Uhm, who are you? I’m positive that I never called you.” You spoked softly, genuinely unsure of what on earth was going on for you to receive swear words from this man’s mouth, not that it was bad at all, in fact it was fucking hot to hear that.

“Damn woman. I’m Park Jimin, the devil you were summoning with your fucking 150 pentagrams. You know just a few would have been fine, but nah you decided to go for a full fucking 150 pentagrams. Do you have any idea how annoying it is?”  The man, now Jimin scoffed, blinking several times to grasp the foolishness of this situation. Not only he had come after being called 150 times, the person who called him had no clue either.

“oh-OH.”, the realization dawned upon you when you remembered that you had indeed drawn many pentagrams in your notebook, but you didn’t actually know it was 150 times you had doodled it and you definitely had absolutely no fucking idea that it would summon an actual devil. It’s kinda nice that the devil was an eye candy though, “Right, uh sorry. Um you could go back I guess? I won’t do it anymore. Sorry for the trouble Jimin.” You mumbled apologetically, sticking out a hand for a handshake and thinking that it would magically resolve how irritating you were according to Jimin.

Jimin stared at your handshake in disbelief, most people would jump at the opportunity to get something granted or scream in fear and run away. Instead, you just stuck out a hand for a handshake and told him to go back. Instead of shaking your hand, he scrunched his eyebrows tightly and pinched the bridge of his nose, wondering what he should do with you now that you had called him 150 times for no reason. He didn’t want to go back for nothing, at least something should be done. Then he opened his eyes, and this time you swear your saw lust in his eyes.

Jimin realized that if you weren’t scared and had nothing to ask for, he could at least ask you for a favour, “Hmm, kitten how long has it been since you had your release?” he purred softly, the side of his lip slowly stretching into a smirk as he dropped the tension from his shoulder and tilted his head slightly while keeping his eyes trained on you.

You knew how this was going to play out, you gulped slightly and thoughts were whirling around in your mind. You honestly were actually considering what he was insinuating and after all it had been a while since you got some action.

“It’s been 6 months.” You replied honestly, and Jimin chuckled at the response, “That’s too long kitten, aren’t you craving for some now?”

Jimin took a step closer to you, hungrily eyeing up your body before he closes the space between the two of you. He then brings one hand to cup your face and bring it closer to his lips, the other hand snakes around your waist and pulls you closer so that his crotch was pressing tightly against you. His lips against yours were opening up the primal desires you had deep within in you and almost instantly you brought your hands around the back of his neck to play with his hair and pull him deeper into the kiss, giving into his his kiss because you honestly needed some action. Jimin grunted at your pull and pull back a little to see your face, he saw you with your eyes half-lidded and a small smile gracing your lips, with that he swooped down to capture you lips in another heated kiss. This time his hands both of his hand had move to the bottom of your shirt and tugged it upwards so that you could move back and stick you arms up while he rid of that article from your upper body.

Upon discarding your shirt, he was in awe of your breast that was still covered by your bra and he went to knead is softly over the bra, stimulating a small sight of relief from your mouth. Hearing the small sigh, he couldn’t help but get turned on slightly and that went unnoticed by you. You brought on of you hand to cup his hard on knead it gently to help him, the tent beneath his crimson pant got noticeably harder and in no time you had gotten on your knees to unbuckle his pant. You removed the belt and guided his waist backward, slightly to the left so that he could lean on the printing machine supports. You nimble fingers unbuttoned his pant, pulled the zipper down before reaching to the sides to pull down his pant completely to reveal the black boxer that had been stained slightly in a darker colour from the wetness of the pre-cum. Before you could do anything, Jimin put a hand on your shoulder, causing you to look up.

“Remove your bra sweetheart.” He played around with the strap, waiting for you to slip of the strap and unclasp it from your chest, allowing your nipple to be exposed and harden in the cool air of the copier room. Jimin gulped at the sight and then pushed your head slightly towards his crotch to get you continuing. AT first you stroked it through his black boxer before Jimin grunted, urging you to take it out. You obeyed easily and pulled down his boxer, letting it pool around his ankle, where his pants had fallen previously. His hard on finally was revealed and its length stood out impressively against his abdomen. Without further hesitation you licked a long stripe from his balls all the way to the tip. You cautiously looked up to see how would Jimin react, he had his head tipped backward, clearly he was enjoying it. You took his length in your hand, giving it a few strokes before engulfing the head of his length in your mouth. You swirled your tongue around his head, earning a small groan from his throat and then pushed in deeper.

Jimin was deep in your mouth, enjoying the warm wetness that brought pleasure in his abdomen. He could feel that he was halfway close to a release however he didn’t want it to be in your mouth. He had other plans to deal with you. Gripping roughly on your hair, he pulled you away from his and a thin trail of saliva stretched out from his head of his length to your mouth. That sight alone would have made him nut right then and there. He tilted you head upward to see your face, a rosy blush was present on your cheeks and you looked awfully fuckable. He let go of you hair and gently brought you up by holding your chin and pulling you up.

“Why? Don’t you want me to finish it off for you?” You asked, licking your lips to moisten it up. Jimin replied, trailing off slightly as he watched you lick your lips, “No… let me prepare you kitten.”

He leaned into the crook of your neck, peppering it with soft kissed before biting to create hickeys while he twirled you around so that your back was facing the copier instead of him.You gave in under his ministration and ran up your hands in the back of neck. Jimin slotted himself between your leg and pulled away to lift you onto the printer. He unbuckled your pants and roughly pulled them down and tossed it to the floor. He was thankful that you were wearing a simple slip on van that was easy to remove. Now you were nearly undressed except for the underwear that seemed to have been soaked slightly.

Seeing that Jimin was more dressed that you were, you whined lightly, “Jimin, you have your blazer and shirt on. Can’t you at least remove that for me?” You toyed lightly at the buttons of his black button up shirt. His hand coming up to hold your and and pull it away, “Kitten, are you that desperate hmm?” 

First he took of his crimson blazer and then unbutton his shirt rapidly, yanking the shirt of his upper body before tossing it somewhere in the copier room. Now you could admire how well built his body was. He indeed has abs and striking black nevermind tattoo on his ribcage, you couldn’t help but lightly glide your fingers along the words. Jimin chuckled softly at your admiration of his body, he pressed his fingers at the wet underwear of yours, causing you to shudder.

“Seems like you got wet at just sucking me off and admiring my body. Aren’t a little bit of a slut?” he continued to pressed it before deeming it wet enough to yank it down your legs to let it join the floor, his once soft words were turning filthy now and that had you yearning for mow. He now had a full view of your wet mound, he dragged to fingers across the slit before pressing softly on your clit causing you to feel pleasure to begin in your abdomen. However, it wasn’t enough to satiate you, “Jimin?”

“Yes?” He he whispered, looking up to meet your eyes, “what is it, kitten?”

“Could you just fuck me already?” You asked in you sweetest voice, however Jimin did not reel to it. Instead he slipped his finger into your wetness, enjoying the hot tightness of it as you felt it enter and stretch you a little. He pulled it out, admiring how your wet juice had coated his digit completely. Then he added the second digit, stretching you out again and feeling you twitch around his finger. His erection was growing much harder and painful for him to ignore. He was going to have to put it inside you real soon. After a few pumps he added the third digit and had his thumb circling your clit.

“Jimin-ngh please.” You bit your bottom lip hard when he started circling around your clit, the pleasure wave coming undeniably close. Jimin seemed to sense that you were close by your twitching around his digit, so he pulled it out, licking his digit clean off your juice. You couldn’t help but whimper at the empty feeling but that was quickly recovered by his mouth on you. Now he had you moaning out softly under his control. His tongue licking long stripe across your wetness and stopping at the clit to play with it. Occasionally he would push his tongue deep into you as of he was devouring his last meal. That alone brought you to the edge, moaning his name softly under breath as you tried your best to keep your legs open whilst your hand were gripping his hair. Jimin kept slurping and licking, riding out your high for as long as possible. When he came up, you could see a sheen of shiny layer of your juice coating his lip and some on his chin to which he collected with his thumb and rested it against your lip for you to suck it off cleanly.

“Now that your pussy is slick wet, you wouldn’t mind if I pounded it hard right slut?” Jimin cooed as he slipped his length with more stretch than you could handle, not allowing you to say anything as the words died in your throat due to the sensation of the stretch and him filling you up nicely.

“Fuck, look at that body of yours.” Jimin complimented you as your hard arched your back, your elbows pressing hard into the copier for some support. When he noticed that, a small idea came to his mind.

“Slut, I’m going to need to get off for a moment. Could you do that?” He smirked at you and your mind was too clouded with lust and desire to wonder what next he had up in his sleeve. All you needed was him to dick you to hell and back. Without much hesitation, you scooted off the copier with the help of Jimin holding onto your waist and then he reached out behind you lift up the scanning lid of the copier. The machine gruntled to life as the white shot shone out from the scanning glass. Jimin then turns your around and forced you to bend over, your bare breast pressing against the cool glass of the copier. Then it clicked to you what he was planning to do. It unfortunately, turned you very on as Jimin smashed the scan and print button before he rammed into you, hard this time which got you groaning contently with him filling and stretching your every time he pushed in.

The tightness of your slick brought him closer each time he thrusted in, he was now finding hard to keep up the ruthless pace he had. He was slowing down, trying to enjoy each and every thrust into you, “Fuck, look at you taking me in so well darling. I ought to fill you up nicely.” Jimin muttered in your ears to which you could only response with a weak nod.

“Uh uh, that’s not the right response slut. I can’t hear you.” Jimin slowed to an extremely agonizingly slow place to get you to respond to his needs. His panting was heaving, the skin contact between the two of you was getting slightly sticky due to the sweat. You couldn’t look back to see Jimin’s face but you could definitely imagine strands of his hair sticking to his forehead from sweat.

“Yes, please fill me up.” You gritted, somehow sounding comprehensible through all the dicking, the pleasure taking over your senses and Jimin heard it well, “Since you said it so sweetly darling.” He cooed, resuming to a slightly faster pace. His hands gripped around your waist tightly that it was starting to leave red imprints, his near was coming close and with a sharp stutter in his pace and pushing deep inside you, he finally cummed. You swear you could feel his cum painting and fill up your walls.

He simply slowed down, coming to a full stop with his dick deep inside you as he pressed both of his hands on the waist, hunching over you body slightly to catch his breath. He had to admit that it was a good fuck he had quite in a long time and looking at your heavy breathing and fucked out state, he was sure you also a good one. He slowly pulled out, watching the cum leak out your wet slick, but before it could spill out, he cupped it gently as if he was trying to contain it whilst he grabbed you underwear with his other hand and slipped it on you, “Keep in inside of you slut. If you don’t I sweat to god I will make you beg.” He whispered in your ears while he pulled up the under wear a little higher to make you yelp at the sensitivity of your clit being pressed by the fabric.

The two of you got dressed up in silence, the copier room definitely smelled strongly of sex and the two of chuckled when you both looked at each other after smelling it a bit. It was the first time you saw Jimin smile naturally and you had to admit that it was a good look on him. As you slipped on the shirt, Jimin went to the copier and picked out a bunch of paper from the tray, you had a pretty good idea of what the scanned documents were but you still were shocked when Jimin took one and flipped it around to show you how your breast on display looked like.

“I’m keeping them as a keepsake.” He winked before folding it and tucking it away in his is pants.

“Sure, take it as an apology for me summoning you 150 times Jimin.” You teased lightly, picking up your school bag and swinging it over your shoulder.

“Jesus, don’t remind me of that. Quit summoning me 100 times, just a few times will be enough whenever you need another release because darling, I am sure I do it better than anyone else you’ve had.” He leaned in and gave you a small peck before opening the door to leave. You were stunned at the fact that you were permitted to summon him anytime you desired, you wanted to ask him if there was any other ways to contact other than pentagram doodlings but by the time you ran out into the hallways to catch him, he seemed to have disappeared into the thin air. 

Looks like you’ll have to doodle pentagrams to get him to come.

[imanativeofswlondondahling]

Hidden in Plain Sight (3)- Tom Holland X Reader

A/N: This story is fun to write, but school is taking over little by little so sorry if this gets delayed more than I mean for it to be! Enjoy Chapter Three!

Word Count: 2165

Warnings: Swearing? Maybe? To be honest I can’t remember if I swore or not but knowing me I probably did. But there is mention of a killer moth so if that’s as trigger as it was when it was flying around my room then I’ll mention it here.

You had the absolute worst day. You were hoping it was going to be a good day since you had put on one of your favorite outfits to wear to work. But as soon as you got to work, everything turned into a shit show. A project you thought was finished didn’t save the last days edits, your boss got on you for something that was your coworker’s responsibility, and someone ate your lunch, which you’re not entirely sure how that happened, but it did. Add to it you have the start of what you think is a migraine, the last thing you want to do is anything work related, but because you’re behind on the project that is due tomorrow, you’ll probably be up all night working on it before going in tomorrow to continue working on it at the office. So heating up some soup to eat while you work, you decide to scroll through Tumblr while you wait for it to heat up. 

The news of Spider-Man, and therefore Tom Holland, staying in the MCU still hasn’t died down, which let’s be honest why should it? It’s fantastic news. Out of all the Spider-Mans, Tom’s portrayal of it is your favorite and you would be so sad to see him taken from Marvel just because Sony, Marvel and Disney couldn’t come to an agreement on things. It’s only been a couple days since it was announced, but you wouldn’t be surprised if this was talked about for weeks at least. You reblog a couple of photos, adding some of your usual hashtags. Honestly, you want to be distracted by asks, but you know that the likelihood that people will respond is low, plus you shouldn’t let yourself be distracted by Tumblr when you have the project due tomorrow. 

Hating seeing notifications, you click on the second icon from the right on the bottom of your screen. You clear off the notifications from reblogs and likes but notices your app is still showing a notification, on the messages side. It’s probably just from one of your friends. You flip over to the other screen and see a message from none other than Tomholland2013, who you’ve been messaging on and off over the past couple of days, ever since you sent him that edit.

You haven’t been super active on tumblr lately. Everything ok?x

Been super busy at work lol. Big deadlines coming up.

You don’t expect to get a message back since you figured from your messages where he mentioned he was in the early hours of the day while you were only in the late afternoon, that he was probably asleep since you got home later from work than you had planned. So you set your phone aside as you pull the broccoli cheddar soup from the microwave. However, you’re pleasantly surprised to see a message waiting for you when you pick your phone back up to head back to your computer to keep working.

Ah, big deadlines. What kind of work do you do, if you don’t mind me asking?x

Hm, this new tumblr friend of yours is awake even though it’s probably the middle of the night for him?

I don’t mind. I work in graphic design. Isn’t it the middle of the night for you? 

It would be if I was at home. I travel a lot for work. I’m currently in New York, so it’s only 9pm.x

But it definitely feels like I should be asleep. I’ve only been in New York for a few days and my mind is still on London time.x

What kind of work do you do? 

You set your phone down and boot your computer back up. You know you have shadows to deal with and layers to add back before even getting to the stuff you were meaning to get on today. This project was going to be the death of you. 

Tom stares at the message. How does he respond to that? He can’t very well tell you he’s an actor. That blows all of this. He likes being able to be open with you and the moment that it comes out that he is actually Tom Holland, well you might not be open with him. Could he tell you he works in the movie field without having to admit who he is? Could he play it off that he’s still a fanboy, because he will be a marvel fanboy until the day he dies, without blowing this whole thing up? There’s just something about you and being able to connect with someone who has no idea who he is that is different. 

Even on your blog today, you shared things from months ago and still reacted like it was your first time seeing them. Your whole blog just radiated positivity, even though your messages sounded like you had a lot on your plate outside of the internet world. He wants to be able to know you without the pressure of having to be, well, him. But you’re not asking him to spill everything about who he is. Just a snip-it. 

Film production. Getting ready to head off to a new project actually.x

Must be fun to travel for it. Anywhere fun?

Cleveland actually. Haven’t been there before, so maybe I’ll find something fun to do outside of the project while I’m there.x

Maybe you’ll run into Tom. He’s supposed to be there shooting a project I think. Especially if you’re also in the film industry, you’d already have more of a way into things than say I would lol 

I don’t know if I’ll have that much time off to look for him.x

Well if you happen to run into him in said little time off, tell him there’s probably half a million if not more tumblr users willing to marry him, should he be in need of a wife, husband, or nonbianary pal.

Would you happen to be one of those said half a million?x

He shouldn’t have sent it. You have been pretty good about responding, but after sending that message, he hasn’t heard from you in over twenty-four hours and he’s beside himself. You also haven’t posted on your blog. Which makes him think you’re avoiding him on the site all together, which is even worse. The flight to Cleveland, wouldn’t have been half bad if he wasn’t worried the whole time about what you might have been sending while his phone was on airplane mode. And of course the one time he would have paid any amount for on flight wi-fi, it was down and no one could use it.

As soon as the plane lands, he’s flipping the switch to connect his phone again. He needs to see if you’ve messaged back. He’s ignoring all the other notifications that pop up, looking for only on apps notifications. And while you haven’t posted again, you have messaged back. Which makes him suddenly feel like he can breathe again. 

I’m not the one who took Tom’s name on here. I feel like you might propose to Tom before I even have a chance to meet him IRL.

I don’t think I’m Tom’s type.X

And what do you think Tom’s type is? 

And it takes everything to not just describe you. It wouldn’t be hard. He had spent a lot of time deep diving through your blog. He had looked through your #me tab on your blog. It was filled with everything from selfies to posts about things you had done. And you were the kind of person that he was into. It wasn’t an only physical attraction thing. It was the things that you found important enough to post about. The little things about your day that you shared about. But instead of typing back you, Tom decides to type something different.

I think he would be into someone down to earth. Someone who is into sharing time with friends and family equally and someone who has a great sense of humor. Oh and they would HAVE to love Tessa. That would be a must.x

Wow you’ve thought a lot about this.

Do you disagree?x

Surprisingly no. But I thought you’d say something more… I don’t know physical I guess.

Why’s that?x

I don’t know. I just did.

What do you think he’d be into?x

He can’t help but ask. He wants to know what you think he’s like. There’s enough speculation out there about what he’s like, but for some reason, knowing what you think about him, it means something to him.

I would say, similar to you- family, friends and Tessa would definitely be at the top. Sense of humor would be important. I also feel like with there being so much he can’t talk about to the public, having someone he can trust with stuff would be important. I also think trust would be important so that he has a space he can just be himself too. 🤷‍♀️

Pretty spot on. All of those are important to him. He wants to ask if those things are all important to you, but asking that would come off weird, so he takes a different approach.

Honestly if I wasn’t such a div when I was making accounts I would have just made a Tessa fan blog. I’m a bigger fan of her than of Tom. x

SO TRUE. How can you not be?! She’s the purest thing in this world (sorry to Tom) and every time he shares more of her with us I melt a little.

Paddy had sent him that picture of Tessa this morning, maybe sharing it would brighten everyone’s days. Especially knowing that you were such a fan of her too. Adding the picture to his Instagram story, with a quick caption of missing this sweet girl, he quickly uploads it.

APPARENTLY TOM CAN READ OUR THOUGHTS?!

What do you mean?x

Cute Tessa content just uploaded to his Insta story. Apparently he’s away from her and missing her 😭

She’s just too pure for this world x

I needed that right now.

Something wrong?x

Work project might kill me. 

It’s due by the end of the day, but photoshop keeps crashing and I might scream. 

I’m sorry love x

I’m restarting my computer for the third time today and it’s not even noon yet. 

You know he’s English so the love thing shouldn’t throw you. Plus he’s a boy on the internet. But for some reason, it feels like something more. So instead of saying anything about it, you just keep messaging like nothing happened. A small part of you is hoping that by not mentioning it though, it might happen again.

Tom spends the rest of the day messaging you when he can. He knows you’re working on a project that has a deadline, so he doesn’t expect you to be at his beck and call. But when he gets a notification at almost eleven o’clock at night his time from your blog, he hopes it’s one of your personal posts to make him laugh. He isn’t let down.

THERE WAS A MOTH FLYING AROUND MY ROOM AND NOW I CAN’T FIND IT IM GOING TO DIE. IF IT EATS ME YOU ALL KNOW WHO THE MURDER IS

#me #killer moth #save me #if i die i leave everything to tom

He can’t help but send you an ask about it.

Tomholland2013 asked: You know moths don’t eat people right?x

Y/T/B: You didn’t see how big this one was. This one was definitely of the people eating variety with how big it was. And now it’s hiding in my room waiting for me to close my eyes and then it will sneak up on me, kill me, and devour me whole. 🖕

Tom laughs at your reply before sending another ask. Sure he could do this in your message thread, but he’s betting the asks are helping distract you from the moth.

Tomholland2013 asked: That’s a quiet defensive response from someone who is going to be eaten. If you want me to come save you from a killer moth, maybe be a bit nicer.x

Y/T/B: If you will race over here, find this moth, and release it into the wild so that it can’t kill me in my sleep I will make you as many Tom edits as it takes in gratitude. 👏😘Just come save me please. I swear I can hear him laughing in the distance. 

Tomholland2013 asked: If he’s laughing in the distance, I’ll be over to take care of him. No one gets to disrespect my favorite blog and get away with it.x

Y/T/B: Thanks darling. I really, really appreciate it. Now I must be off to hunt this moth, before he hunts me.

Tags: @serendipitous-amor​ @im-still-tryin-to-find-it​ @tomfiction4​ @im-deeply-shallow

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 232: Giant Bitchslap Arm

Previously on BnHA: Gigantomachia woke up and started ninja-running toward Aichi prefecture. Then all of a sudden we cut to Hawks just chilling on an Osaka rooftop with a bag. Everyone was like, “whoa, Hawks, what are you doing in this arc?” Hawks was all “well I’ll show you” and then he had a flashback where he fucking murdered Best Jeanist, probably, and everyone was like “um, hey, what the actual fuck” and Hawks was like “well you asked” and we were all filled with regret for having done so. Back in the Ol’ Villain City, Twice caught up with Tomura and Spinner and they were very happy to see him, and Tomura was like “so anyway we’re almost at Re-Destro’s tower and I can’t wait to fucking kill that guy” and the others agreed but they also worried that Tomura was too exhausted to keep this up much longer, and so Twice went on ahead to try and finish off RD on his own. The chapter ended up with Twice #241762-D arriving at the top of the tower to confront RD and rescue my boyfriend Giran.

Today on BnHA: Twice creates some clones of Tomura and the gang to help him out. Re-Destro then insta-kills one of the clones and tells Twice that he’ll kill Giran if Twice uses his quirk any more. He then makes his arm go all big and he just fuckin’... [gestures wildly] WHIPASH!! and just smacks them all to death, and then he goes over to where Giran is and gets ready to kill him while he and Twice are having a moment. Thankfully the not-quite-dead-yet Tomura clone intervenes, and as he fights him, Re-Destro launches into a big villain monologue about the Mother of Quirks, a.k.a. the mother of the first superpowered child to ever be born. Long story short, that baby grew up to be Destro, and his mom was all “please be kind to him and let him live in peace!” and so they fucking killed her because people are terrible. As RD is wrapping up his story and about to kill the clone Tomura, the real one reaches the tower and is all, “TOUCH!!!” This is the single most badass thing anyone has ever done, and the chapter ends with a wobbly Tomura confusedly interrogating an enraged Re-Destro while “We Will Rock You” by Queen plays in the background omfg.

(All comments are my unspoiled reactions from my initial readthrough of the chapter. I did a quick edit for grammar and clarity immediately afterward, and added one or two ETAs in the process, but aside from that there are no changes.)

so this happened again

listen here my anonymous friend, thank you for not spoiling me, but I do have to say that if your goal was to have me once again approach this chapter in stark terror, mission accomplished lol

here’s how it’s gonna go. I’ve got a mirror, and we’re gonna use it to cautiously peek around corners before clicking to the next page, and from what I understand that should protect us from being instantly killed by Horikoshi’s murderous basilisk glare. the characters, on the other hand, well...

what kind of sound effect is this

glomp glomp? are these Horikoshi sound effects? does he know his little Twice clones are making enthusiastic hugging sounds?? and yet this is oddly in character though

also it looks like he’s cloning at least one Tomura and Dabi! so that should be fun. we get to see RD presumably murder them all on this little test run, and then they’ll hopefully have a better idea of how to approach this on their second go-around

RD says he had a lot of guards down below, and he’s praising Twice’s quirk. well, his “superpower”, anyway

that was the title of this chapter, incidentally; “quirks and superpowers.” I do vaguely wonder why they’re so insistent on using different terminology for it, and I wonder if there’s an actual reason for that

anyway so now Jin is yelling at the clones that they’re clones. so it’s okay if they die and stuff. lol. I’m sure that makes them feel a whole lot better

you guys this is fucking amazing though

I wonder if this Tomura is less sleep-deprived? also, Twice duplicated the hands as well! that’s something that was pointed out to me a little while ago, back when they were fighting Gigantomachia. this actually seems a bit iffy to me now that we’ve been reminded that he needs to understand the details of something in and out before he can copy it. like, he couldn’t copy the quirk-be-gone bullets because he didn’t know how they worked. but somehow he knows how these hands work though??

or maybe he doesn’t, and these hands don’t actually work like the Real Deal hands. that’s probably the case actually. so anyways I wonder if this Tomura will act a little different. I’m probably overthinking this to the extreme lol

and Twice and Dabi are making the exact same joke I made three paragraphs earlier about “that should make them feel a whole lot better.” get your own material you assclowns

last but not least, lol at him having to reiterate his tale of bravely overcoming past trauma yet again to Compress because he missed the whole story. poor Compress, all confused and out of the loop. I wonder if Twice duplicated his robot arm. it’s hard to tell in the picture whether it’s missing or he’s still just in the process of creating it

oh shit

heh. it’s possible Jin has not thought through the potential long-term consequences of this little undertaking at all sob. but that’s a problem for future Twice! right now current Twice has more important things to deal with, like kicking Re-Destro’s ass

yeah, you see, he’s all “don’t worry about that right now” and presumably tucking that whole notion away someplace in the back of his mind to be properly fucked up by later on. as anyone with ADHD can tell you that’s clearly the best way to deal with all of your problems

-- oh shit and it looks like this particular Twice doesn’t really need to worry about that anymore in any case

what is it with people in this manga being decapitated lately. who hurt you Horikoshi

uh, so. hey

are they?? they fucking outnumber you by a ton. though as you’ve just ably demonstrated, that doesn’t necessarily mean anything

fuck. okay let’s pause this for a sec to get our bearings here. so a bunch of clone Twices have RD cornered with a clone Dabi, Tomura, and Compress, all of whom have their own quirks, but presumably weaker versions of them. they’re also each basically one hit point away from a swift death, which is definitely something to consider

meanwhile RD has just the one of him, but possesses an unknown quirk, and does not seem to be at all fazed by the current situation which is a bit unnerving. oh yeah, and he does still have a hostage, though, if the others insist on taking their sweet time to go and untie my boy Giran. yeah. so that part’s also not good. dammit Twice untie him already

SHIT

MOTHERFUCKING -- OKAY JIN, LISTEN UP, NORMALLY I’D TELL YOU TO CALL HIS BLUFF, BUT A LITTLE MOUSE (ETA: referring to poor dead Miyashita, not the anon from earlier! I only just realized how that could possibly be read as being weirdly passive aggressive or something and that’s not the case! sorry anon!) INFORMED ME THAT THIS GUY DOESN’T ACTUALLY FUCKING PLAY AROUND, THOUGH. I HAVE A FEELING HE CAN AND WILL DO EXACTLY WHAT HE’S PROMISING, SO PLEASE TAKE HIM SERIOUSLY OMG I DON’T WANT YOU TO HAVE ANOTHER FRIEND’S DEATH ON YOUR CONSCIENCE AFTER WHAT HAPPENED WITH MAGNE

sob. where’s that mirror omg

okay... and we’re cautiously clicking forward... and good, Jin looks appropriately shook

maybe a little too shook. look I didn’t mean for you to just immediately freeze and surrender though, guy

aww but Tomura’s reassuring him

yes but as I already explained, you’re all technically one love tap away from the sweet embrace of death here while he’s at full power. it’s iffy dude. idk. I really like that you immediately spoke up to comfort your bro though! the League of Gentle Hearts continues to warm my soul

oh my god but seriously look at them

even Dabi is getting in on the friendship action. even if I’m not quite sure how he intends to not burn Giran to death along with RD lol. but at least his heart’s in the right place

-- oh shit

THEY LOOK SO WORRIED OMG AND LOOK WHERE RE-DESTRO IS STANDING

A COLD FUCKING CHILL JUST WENT DOWN MY SPINE OH GOD NO I’M NOT READY FOR THIS. I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU TOUCH A HAIR ON HIS SEXY GRAY HEAD I WILL WREAK VENGEANCE ON YOU SUCH AS THE WORLD HAS NEVER SEEN, AS SOON AS I’M DONE SOBBING MY FUCKING EYES OUT

SOB I DON’T WANT TO TURN THE PAGE. THE MIRROR ISN’T WORKING. HORIKOSHI IS A SADISTIC FUCK WHO HAS NO QUALMS ABOUT KILLING OFF EVERYONE I LOVE. BEST JEANIST, GIRAN, THE DOG. EVERYONE!!

SOBBB NOOO --

WHAT THE CHRISTING FUCK

OH MY GOD NO PUT IT AWAY!! HORIKOSHI KOUHEI I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON’T STOP RIGHT NOW!! I MEAN IT YOUNG MAN!!

SOB HE’S DRAWING IT OUT FOR ALL IT’S WORTHHHHHH I CAN’T I’M NOT PLEASE WHY

FUCK YOU AND YOUR COMEDIC INSERTION OF FOUR ADDITIONAL TWICE REACTION PANELS YOU PITILESS BASTARD!!

NOOOOOOOOOOO

THE BASILISK APPROACHES, GIRAN IN ITS SIGHTS!!

OH SHIT

holy -- fucking -- I don’t even

wow

well that all went down fucking spectacularly

looooool. okay, time to move on to plan B guys. bring on the indestructible mountain man. let Tomura have his “I have an army!” / “we have a Hulk” moment

so is Giran even still alive, or did he get caught up in all of that. lol I’m just fooling. of course he’s still alive, Horikoshi is going to drag out my torture for this entire arc and make it really slow and excruciating

yeah whatever. they have a hulk. just you wait

and some of the dying Twices are glomping over to Giran to make sure he’s okay, naturally. because my feels were briefly spared for a single fucking panel and we can’t have that, no ma’am!

HAHAHA WHY

THESE FEELS, MY GOD. WHATEVER!! JUST LEAVE ME HERE TO DIE THEN!!

JESUS CHRIST, HERE I WAS SHIPPING TOGAWICE LIKE ANYTHING, AND THEN HORIKOSHI COMES ALONG ALL “BUT ARE YOU SURE YOU WEREN’T ACTUALLY SHIPPING GIRANTWICE THIS WHOLE TIME” AND FUCK ME, HE’S FUCKING RIGHT

GIRAN IS SMILING SO SOFTLY MOMENTS BEFORE HIS LIKELY DEATH, AND I’M ABOUT TO PERISH IN A TYPHOON OF EMOTION. GIRAN IF I COULD LEAP IN THERE AND TAKE THE BLOW FOR YOU I WOULD

YOU GUYS HERE IT COMES. IT’S BEEN NICE KNOWING YOU ALL. LET’S ALL HOLD HANDS AND WAIT IN HELPLESS TERROR LIKE IN TOY STORY 3

and Twice makes sure Giran’s not alone at the end though. god I’m about to lose it for real though, shit

-- !!!!!!!!!!

(ETA: lmao I love that it’s making a “TCH” sound. like that hand is so done with his bullshit.)

what THE FUCK TOMURA ARE YOU SERIOUS?!! I WAS ALL SET TO GO ALL “OH HAPPY DAGGER” HERE AND THEN YOU TURN UP TO SAVE THE DAY WHAT IS HAPPENING

WHAT IS THIS CRAZY ADRENALINE RUSH AHAHA. DON’T BE FOOLED, THAT IS RALPH WIGGUM “I’M IN DANGER!” LAUGHTER THOUGH

but wow, so yeah. feels postponed. fucking deferred, motherfucker. FIRST WE GET OUR FIGHT ON

oh hey! funny you should mention! cuz it’s just that he’s been trying to prove said worth for the last six weeks! so if you could provide some convenient way for him to actually do that, that would actually be great. Machia is a harder sell than Simon fucking Cowell, so

oh, he’s still talking

actually this is super interesting to me omg. also that’s really fucked up. poor Damien! he didn’t do anything! all he did was glow a bit, what is wrong with people

(ETA: I have been informed by many kind people that Destro is not in fact the glowy baby Damien from China lol. I got kinda mixed up there lol.)

probably cuz they killed her

yep

yeah that seemed to be where that was leading. society is predictably fucked up, etc. that poor lady

this has nothing to do with anything, but I just want to throw it out there that I would kill to read an AU with the 1-A kids set in this time period roughly 200 years earlier where they have to hide their quirks for fear of being killed over them, and they’re all just doing their best and growing up scared and traumatized and some of them are bitter at the world and others are hopeful of one day making it a better place. oh my god. “makeste, that’s just an X-Men AU” you point out and oh my god you’re right. that means it probably already exists oh shit. I need to go on another fic binge

anyway

Tomura is all “yeah I know history too” and making me feel bad. some of us didn’t grow up in this universe, Tomura

Tomura just let the man talk, I need more worldbuilding stuff for my AU headcanons

you’d think that the Army would be embracing the word “quirks”, then? this woman seems like the type of martyr figure they ought to be all over. I guess there’s more to the story and I should take my own advice and shut up and let him finish

oh

I see, so they associate the government’s use of the word “quirk” with their oppression. idk, I feel like they ought to be trying to reclaim it then. but whatever

so he’s wrapping up now

oh!!

his mother?!

DESTRO WAS THE SON OF THE MOTHER OF QUIRKS? DESTRO WAS DAMIEN?!  holy shit!!

so that means RD is descended from the original quirk bloodline! yooooo I did not see that coming at all. no wonder the rest of the Army reveres him

anyway but now the interesting part is over and he’s moving on to crazed ranting

whatever you say buddy. how did you wind up with Giant Bitchslap Arm powers if your great-great-granddad was just some dumb glowing kid though

oh now he’s getting all pompous

I’m sorry I didn’t realize having a long and tragic family history was a prerequisite for kicking ass. though if it is. may I interest you in the horrific saga of the Shimura family, though. this so-called street punk has quite his own tale of woe actually

oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit

(⚆_⚆) [sits up straighter]

AHHHH THEY’RE SAVING HIM!!

YOU GO LEAGUE!! YOU GOT THIS!!

AHHHHHHH

!!!!! THEN TELL HIM TO SUIT UP

oh shit wait I think he might be talking about Actual Tomura and not Gigantomachia! even better!!

OH HEY THAT’S A NICE TOWER YOU HAVE THERE. IT SURE WOULD BE A SHAME IF SOMEONE... PATTED IT GENTLY

LOOOOOOOOOOL YESSSSSSSSSSSS

(❛ӧ❛三❛ӧ❛)

YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!

LMAO HE’S ACTUALLY BARELY KEEPING IT TOGETHER THOUGH AND IT’S THE BEST. “WAIT... YOU’RE THE GUY... BUT SHOULDN’T YOU BE... BUT WAIT WEREN’T YOU IN...?”

SO NOW IT’S ON BOTH EYES, EH? GOING FULL RORSCHACH UP IN THIS BITCH. WELL WHATEVER. I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW I’M HIGH ON THE ADRENALINE OF HAVING HAD THE FEAR OF GOD PUT INTO ME AND BEING RESIGNED TO ANOTHER CHAPTER OF HEADS BEING REMOVED FROM WHERE THEY’RE SUPPOSED TO BE, ONLY FOR HORIKOSHI TO BE ALL “PSYCH!! I STILL LOVE YOU!” AND HAVE MR. RIGHTFUL HEIR COME UP AND FUCK UP RD’S SHIT OMG. AND I STILL SHIP GIRANTWICE!! AND GIRAN’S STILL ALIVE SOMEHOW AGAINST ALL ODDS OH MY GOODNESS

ohhhhh man. well, time to place your bets then people. who would win:

one megalomaniacal balding CEO with a giant arm who talks too much but has like an army and shit

One Sleepy Boi

hahaha. well, Tomura? time to get that worth fucking measured, then, kid

[thestudyfeels]

Why Celebrities Are Worth More Than You

Before I dive (copy that? Because this post is gonna be so deep? Edit: I’ll take Jesus and one litre of bleach, thank you) into this storm of revelations, ANNOUNCEMENT!!! This is the first post in a series where I go all in on a particular topic and dig up hidden nuggets of wisdom from it. In other words, I rant. Hard. 

Why am I blessing you with this goodness?

This entire series boils down to improving your mindset. You’ve probably heard the legend that in the Solomon Islands, villagers practiced an, ahem, unique form of logging. If a tree was too large to be felled with an ax, the natives withered down the tree by cursing it for weeks. That’s the idea behind this series: repetition. The PRIMARY reason why I win a lot, is because I am a perennial liar and I won't take a no for my dreams. If I want to have ‘x’ trait, I’ll lie and say I have ‘x’ trait till I do have ‘x’ trait.

This is also known as the Reality Distortion Field, popularised by Steve Jobs. “Steve Jobs’s “reality distortion field” was a personal refusal to accept limitations and to convince himself that any difficulty was surmountable. This “field” was so strong that he was able to convince others that they, too, could achieve the impossible. It was an internal reality so powerful it also became an external reality.” (x)

The catch? The distortion field, and mindset in general, works MAJORLY through repetition. So I don't care if you think you’re the biggest, saddest wanker around, I’m going to drum into your ears that you’re a star and trust me, by the end of this series, every constellation out there will be pining for you.

So tea, I’M ON FIRE TODAY, so if you have a coffee (tea?) to drink, some time to invest on yourself, and a sturdy ol’ cerebrum to upgrade, then join in and watch out for this series (Letters From Solomon Islands, WHATTUP) on your dashboards. My people already know that the how-to’s are clickbait anyway (Coughs, chokes on the shade.)

Why We Adore Our Celebs

The other day I was stalking Tom Hiddleston in my bathroom (please don't use your imagination) and exactly one day ago I had been stalking Billie Eilish in there (yes nosy Eric, I'm bi, but again, don’t get carried away) and there was an interview talking about her rise to fame, and THAT, fellow denizens, got me wondering: Why do we have celebrities? (A profound question Nandini, you’ve done us proud.)

Before you spit something political like “capitalism!”, put down that crochet pattern for a sec. Close your eyes (welcome to woke therapy, ayo), and I want you to envision one of your role models- the people you look up to and would DIE if you get a chance to meet them. The icons you stalk excessively on Insta and have all the notifs on for. No, Sally, your crush on Zac Efron’s abs doesn't count. Sorry to crush your hopes.

Second, consider WHY you love this person so much. It could be anyone - an actor, influencer *smirks*, singer, that hot man down the street who helped you pick up your groceries that one time because you’re clumsy- yup, anyone. Now, trap that love here, in these pages, as you read. (Oh Sally, here’s toilet paper and a cookie, stop sniffling.)

Here’s some foreshadowing: In a nutshell, ‘celebrities’ exist because the rest of us are— excuse us, politically incorrect statement coming through— losers. Or better put, because we can't become ‘celebrities’ ourselves. Don’t run in with your frying pan just yet, James, I’ll do a thorough deconstruction. Stay put and listen up:

           Look around and you’ll find that most of the citizenry is living a life for others. Whether subconsciously, or consciously, it’s as if we’re pre-programmed to imitate and copy whatever the herd is up to. “Yo, whatcha up to, Nate, you out partying? I’ll see you in ten then.” “Lol, are you living under a rock? Do you seriously not know what Uggs are?” “I mean… yeah, I hate Justin Bieber too, of course I do.”

And that's not our fault, really. Society briefs us on the ground rules of fitting in pretty early on: get good grades, go to college, try to find a nice paying job– and we do it, like unquestioning muppets helpless in its domineering hands.

Because we all know the ramifications that’ll crop up if we don’t. If anyone even dares to be a bit different, they’re freezed out and ridiculed. They’re slapped with labels such as “insane”, “naive”, “misfit”, or the best one yet - “selfish”. Selfish for living true to themselves. Selfish for hustling hard and making THEIR dreams a reality. Selfish for having the courage to put their own desires before society’s. What. A. Big. Yawn. I’m sleeping on y’all.

          And that’s precisely where celebs beat us to the finish line.

Look, these ‘acclaimed’ personalities bubble up because most are afraid to be the most bona fide and best version of themselves. It’s much easier to plop on the couch, switch on the TV, and say, “Man, I could do that any day. And prob better too,” while trying to pick up the remote control with your two toes because you’re too comfy to get up right now.

Your role models, idols, and mentors – the entire bulk of these people have a willpower and fortitude that you could only dream of. They’ve hunted down their fears and faced numerous challenges to follow their dreams. They’ve chosen to remain true to their authentic selves even under constant judgment. Sure, they were all called eccentrics and crazy at one point or another, but— ok no, (edit: wow, I had a mood swing here, lmao) they ARE eccentrics. They ARE crazy. Wild for wanting to change the world. Mad for inspiring millions of people. They’re lunatics who had the audacity to dream big, shed the shells of doubt and insecurity, and dared to live their best life.

Moral of the story is: Celebrities, pop stars, and internet personalities aren’t just people who got lucky and wealthy. They had a special kind of fearlessness and self-awareness to get here, qualities worth examining for yourself.

So here’s your mental workout for this post —

Go and ruminate deeply about what makes you love the people you admire. What do they have or do that you want as well? Is it their spontaneity? Their courage and faith? Or is it their kindness and humanity? Or perhaps most importantly, their passion? Have you fallen in love with their excitement to go to work or does your heart melt at the gratitude they show others?

Find out what it is that makes your eyes sparkle and the corners of your lips turn up when you look at them. It is easier to find what you’d love to do from what others are doing than brainstorm on an empty page. *Sally looks up from the corner* “And then what?” *Me, smiles, sensing the crazy philo rant coming ahead* “And then, Sally dear, you live.”

The next step is a big one. You do what THEY did. If they’re passionate, YOU learn to become devoted to your dreams as well. If they don’t give up, you NEVER STRAY either.

You see, we have it in all of us to become great. And we can start wherever we are. Jen Sincero, an author and coach, put it well: “It’s not your fault you’re fucked up, BUT it is your fault if you stay fucked up.” So start where you are. Start NOW. Follow the advice Will gave to Louisa in his departing letter in Me Before You (I’m a soppy romcom fanatic) – “There is a hunger in you, Clark. A fearlessness. You just buried it, like most people do… so live boldly. Push yourself. Don’t settle. Just live well. Just LIVE.”

Love, the world isn’t as scary as we’ve all grown up to think it is. Passion, kindness, faith and magic breathes among us. You’re not a loser, darling, scribble over that insult so it says “lover”, and heal, knowing that the world awfully, I give you my word of honor (still an 18th century woman, y’all), wants you to win.

And I? I’ll be right here waiting for the day when there’ll be no such demarcation of people as “winners” or “suckers”; just conquerors with big hearts and unbreakable faith, all ready to make that small life count. 

Go win.

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[littlecreepyfangirl]

the umbrella academy - a shitty review of a great show (from the perspective of a comics fan)

sorry for not posting for a long time. fuck tumblr, it was doing bad things to my mental health. i just wanted to make a little post about the show and then spam with gifs of it and then disappear again. i have a 38.8°C fever (if you're american... whatever) and i don't fucking know what im doing. fucking pardon me. i actually watched it as soon as it was released and now finished rewatching because i'm a dumbass. let's start with the fact that i love gerard way. not like in a creepy sense (he's thrice my age and i'm a lesbian), like, he's a really great writer, artist in general, an inspiring human being... ("shut up and start talking about the actual show !!!" "okay, okay") i was really worried about the show, about how they were gonna adapt the comic and stuff, im really attached to it as ive been a fan for years. and they did the source material justice. its a little less crazy, and they did some changes, but most of them are for the better. the show is crazy, but still, the comics is about 5 times more bonkers. i actually understand why they did it, the comics was 2 volumes when they started filming (it's almost 3 now, i haven't read hotel oblivion yet, once a volume edition comes out im buying it) and the show is like ten 40-to-60-minute episodes, and it's a very different medium - crazy comic book concepts don't really translate to live action very well, you can ask every anime fan about it. for example, hazel and cha-cha are pretty two-dimensional in the comics, and it works there, but something had to be done for the tv show. or with spaceboy's martian gorilla body - do you seriously imagine it being like in the original, and actually working ??? i was actually impressed by what they did in the show - it works for the story, for the medium, and for the cgi. i loved it, i genuinely loved every minute of it. the pacing and the craziness slowed down a bit halfway into the season, but it didn't bother me that much. like, once klaus went back from vietnam everything clicked again. yeah, klaus... i loved what they did with his character for the show. whoever made robert sheehan kiss a dude is a genius (no that doesn't sound right). whatever. no, like, i generally liked what they did to the characters - especially klaus and vanya. i loved how she wasn't shot in the head at the end. robert kinda played the same character he did in misfits (this is kind of a coincidence as misfits came out later than apocalypse suite), except older and more drugged, but i can't see anyone else in this role. i especially loved the last 3 episodes i loved the cinematography (i could feel a bit of wesandersonism, and it seems the most appropriate since he's mentioned in the afterword of 1st volume). i loved the acting - it was impressive how 15 or something y.o. aidan gallagher believably played an old man (after checking his insta - of course he's really fucking dead inside even for his age, he's an eco activist). he really stands out from everyone else, but the rest of the cast also did a great job - for example, ellen page as vanya is perfect. i loved the soundtrack. i'm the kind of person who only "sees" soundtracks if they are really great, and this one was (to anyone complaining that it didn't have any mcr songs - fuck off). i don't really know how to end this shitty review. i can't write reviews. i'm an atheist and i pray for the 2nd season. no, that's a bit offensive. i'm gonna rate it 8.5/10 overall and 10/10 in my heart. daredevil who ???

[your-kpopmama]

AN: Hey guys!! This chapter is written. I felt like the things that were said and done had to be written out. But I also want to place this here

WARNING: MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT, HINTS AT RAPE NON/CON, FIGHTING/VIOLENCE

I will mark the start and end of these mentions ( **** ) so if you are uncomfortable reading them, please skip past!!! If you are just uncomfortable with reading the chapter all together, please skip it! The next update will touch briefly on what happened in this one, just not as in depth. Thank you! Enjoy today's chapter!

Taehyung was a really nice guy, that was one thing you were definitely sure of. Another thing you were also sure of, what that you had put your two number one people in a lot of distress the past two weeks. You sat across Taehyung at your kitchen table in your apartment - just arriving home from getting something to eat together - drinking cups of green tea in awkward silence. Crying was not something you did in front of people you didn't know, but here you were, cheeks red and tear stained, your breath hiccuping every few seconds.

He didn't offer anymore words, he just allowed you to sit and think about what you put Jungkook and Hoseok through - not even beleiving you allowed yourself to put yourself through what you did for two weeks. ( **** )  Letting Kihyun come over and push you around and basically use you however he wanted, making sure to stay quiet through the whole ordeal and not making a single sound so you didn't alert your ever attentive neighbor. At first you didn't mind, you missed being with Kihyun in that sense, but after a week things got weird and you weren't entirely sure you liked - what he called excitement - anymore. ( **** )

When Hoseok finally sent those last series of texts, it really kicked your ass into gear. Allowing yourself to get out of bed, to take a shower and scrub the last two weeks from your body, and clean your apartment - something you hadnt been able to do since Kihyun started coming over. You were scared to text him and tell him it was over, that was the one thing you hadn't done yet. You didnt even know what to say to him, you were afraid of his response more than anything.

A small cough caught your attention - which was focused on your tea - and your eyes traveled up to meet those of Taehyung's. He offered a small smile as he leaned his elbow on the table and placing his cheek in the open palm, resting his head as he watched you for a moment before speaking, "Maybe you should message Jungkook and Hoseok hyung?" he offered gently.

Nodding your head you got up and walked to retreive your phone from the kitchen counter and walked out into the balcony telling Taehyung you would be back in a moment. Your finger was frozen over the call button for Jungkook's number, but you couldn't hit it, almost sure you would break down crying as soon as you heard his voice so instead you sent a snap to him and Hoseok, letting them know you were okay and that you wanted them to come over. They replied instantly, saying they would both be over soon.

SLiding open the balcony door you saw Taehyung slipping his shoes back on by the front door. "Ah, are you leaving? You could stay, I'll order some takeout." you offered walking towards him.

"I should probably go, let you explain to them everything that happened. I don't want to be in the way." he stated.

"You wouldn't be in the way. Jungkook really likes you, I can tell. I don't think he would mind if you were here." you continued.

Taehyung walked closer to you and placed his hands on your shoulders and smiled down at you, "Maybe under different circumstances we can all hang out again, but I think today should just be about you and Jungkook and Hoseok hyung hashing things out. Thanks for the offer though, y/n, and thank you for coming to eat with me today." his deep voice circling around you as his eyes never broke contact with yours.

"O-okay." you mumbled, his hands slipping from your shoulders before ruffling the top of your head, earning a small whine from you and a chuckle from him. "Good night, Y/N." he said softly as he closed your front door.

Alone once again in your half empty apartment, your anxiety about the boys coming over had you rushing to rearrange everything you owned - which wasn't much by any means - but it kept you busy. Another ten minutes was spent staring at Taehyung's text conversation, debating on whether or not you wanted to text him even though he just left.

Ah, what the hell.

y/n: Thanks for today. Again.

Taehyung?: It's alright. I didn't mean to make you cry earlier. I just wanted you to know how much Jungkook and Hoseok hyung care about you. It hurt me to see them like that but it also hurt me to see you like how you were too.

y/n: Hopefully we can just move past all of this.

Taehyung?: What about Kihyun?

y/n: I'll deal with him. I'm tired of letting him push me around. I didn't realize how awful I was being. I'm so ashamed.

Taehyung?: Hopegully it all goes okay. If not, you know where to find me.

y/n: Thank you, Taehyung.

Taehyung?: Tae. You can just call me Tae.

y/n: Ah...okat..Tae. Thank you.

Taehyung?: :) I hope everything goes well with Jungkook and Hoseok hyung tonight. Good luck.

You stared at your phone a moment longer, a smile on your face. Your fingers moved to his contact and edited his name.

Tae?

As you placed your phone onto the kitchen table, there were a series of loud knocks at your door. Taking a deep breath, you shuffled across the hardwood floors and pulled the door open slowly, revealing an annoyed looking Hoseok and a relieved Jungkook - despite the look on Hoseok's face, the two boys enveloped you in a bone crushing hug. Pretty soon the three of you were sobbing messes, clutching onto each other for dear life.

"I'm so sorry!" you cried into Jungkook's shoulder as both his and Hoseok's grips on you got tighter.

"You should be! You had us worried sick!" Hoseok tried to sound angry, but his tears were making it unbelieveable.

Jungkook pulled back first, holding you at arms length looking you up and down, checking your body for any signs of damages - damages that you made sure were hidden from view or had long since disappeared - to ensure you were really oaky. Once he was satisfied he pulled you to the kitchen table and forced you into the chair, leaving Hoseok to close the front door.

The two boys sat in chairs across from you, Hoseok had his arms folded across his chest as he leaned back into his chair and Jungkook had both elbows on your table with his head drooped into his hand, fingers threaded through his brown locks. No one spoke for a while, the second awkward silence of the night for you. You chewed on your bottom lip until you felt the skin wear thing and the light taste of copped filled your tastebuds, causing you to sigh and sit up, alerting both boys to the sudden change in your aura.

"I don't know where to start." you began, "I can't even formulate a proper apology because I know there is not reasoning or excuse behing why I did what I did. I know why I did it, but it doesn't seem like a good enough reason to justify it."

Hoseok took in a deep breath and rubbed his hands over his face, "Just tell us, y/n. Honestly it doesn't matter. What matters is that you're coming to your senses. JUst tell us what happened." Jungkook's head lifted a little higher, but his eyes seemed worried - worried about what was going to come from your mouth.

Nodding your head slightly you folded your arms across the table top and leaned on them a bit, your attention focused on your fingers which were locking and unlocking themselves, trying to decide where to even start. A pair of soft hands covered yours, causing you to smile, "Thanks, Kook." you said, still not looking up from your hands holding onto each other.

"Kihyun had text me, accusing me of moving on from him quickly because of that Insta post of all four of you hanging out in my apartment. I was confused why he even cared, but my mind was thinking ' hey he still wants you otherwise he wouldn't even care who you were hanging out with '.  So I asked him. He said part of him still wanted me, but the other part wanted new exciting things. So...So I offered to try..to try new things." your voice started to waver causing Jungkook's hands to grip yours tighter, silently letting you know it was okay before you started again.

"So he said he would give it a chance, to see if we could patch things up, but I had to eliminate everyone from my life. I guess i was so desperate to have him back, I didn't care. I just figured everything would go back to normal after a while and I could convince him that we could all be friends and he wouldn't have to worry about anything. He was here...every...night." you lifted a hand to wipe the stray tears that were coming down your cheeks at this point, "For the first week it was nice, being able to be with him again...and to..you know..." your cheeks were burning red hot at this point and there was a choking noise coming from Jungkook which you chose to ignore.

( **** )  "The first night we fought because I didn't want to do what he wanted to do. It was humiliating, but after Taehyung kept texting me and then knocked on the door several times, I just complied with Kihyun. I didn't want to cause a problem. The first time I was embarassed, but then he wanted to do it every night..I guess I got used to it." your monologue was interupted by Hoseok suddenly.

"Y/N...what the fuck..." he breathed. "Are you fucking telling me...are you implying what I think you're implying right now?" anger seeping into his voice.

Your head raised to look him in the eyes, tears dropping at a steady pace, Jungkook looking between the both of you slightly confused, "I'm a little lost.." he stated the obvious.

"Kookie, this mother fucker has been r-" Hoseok started to speak before you cut him off.

"Hobi! Stop! Just...just let me finish okay?" you pleaded.

"Finish? You mean there's more? There's more bullshit to this already bullshit story?"

Your eyes traveled back down to your hands - which we still in Jungkook's - and you started to speak once again. "As I was saying before...After the first week, I told him I wanted to stop, that I didn't like what we were doing. He said that was fine. He didn't come over again for a few nights then he text saying he was on his way but I told him I was just tired and he got mad. That night..." your voice cracked and suddenly Hoseok was jumping up from his chair and was suddenly yanking you up from yours, pulling you in close and hugging you tight.

"Don't...please don't finish what you have to say. I get it. I can't bare to hear you say it, it might kill me. Please." he begged, his body shaking as he cried. ( **** )

"It's not what you think, Hobi, I swear. It's nothing like that." your hands finding their way to his back to rub it gently to calm him down some. "He didn't do anything, I promise. I told him if he touched me I was going to call the police. He just...he just told me how worthless I was and that no one would ever want me again, and that I belonged to him and the sooner I accepted it, the better for everyone."

"You're not worthless and you definitely do NOT belong to him!" Jungkook shouted, suddenly standing.

"I know, I know." you looked at him and gave a small smile. "But...Hobi..there's..there's a something...something I need to tell you." you whispered.

He leaned back from the embrace and looked at you confused for a moment. "When Kihyun got up to use the restroom..his phone kept going off. So I got up to see who it was..Hobi I'm so sorry. Minha is with Kihyun. She kept asking when she could meet up with him again and how stupid you were for not knowing and..I had to tell you. I didn't know how. I'm so sorry."

Hoseok looked at you like you had grown three heads, the look on his face was enough to break your heart. He backed away, his steps slightly stumbling as he sat back down in his chair, his eyes never leaving your face. You didn't know what to do, both you and Jungkook were frozen in place as you watched realization and understanding cross his face.

A buzzing noise caught your attention, your eyes finding your phone with Kihyun's name popping up over and over again with messages. You chose to ignore them, you woud deal with him later.

The three of you sat in silence for what seemed like hours, but in reality was probbaly only a few minutes. No one dared say anything, all these secrets thrown messily on your kitchen table and three broken people trying to decide how to piece them all togehter. This wasn't something you ever imagined. Minha had been a good friend of yours, but she always made you uncomfortable, especially when her and Hoseok would come over to your shared apartment with Kihyun. Lingering stares and odd comments about how cute Kihyun was, were all suddenly making sense. How long had things been going on between them? That was an answer you really didn't want to know.

Suddenly three loud bangs pulled all three of you from your thoughts. With a frown you stood and started towards the door but Hoseok beat you to it and swung the door open.

( **fighting** ) "What the fuck are you doi-" his anger was cut off by a fist connecting with his nose with a gross crack.

You looked through the doorway and saw a pissed off Kihyun standing there, fist slightly raised with Hoseok's blood on it.

"Kihyun! What the fuck?!" you yelled, you started to head towards Hoseok but was yanked out into the hallway by Kihyun.

"That's what I should be asking. I thought I told you to drop these two pieces of shit?"Kihyun seethed, his face inches from yours.

A loud bang of a door closing pulled everyone's attention to the right, Tae stood a couple of steps away with a bag of trash in his hands and an unreadable expression on his face. He glanced slowly between you and Kihyun before he dropped his trash and began pulling his sleeves up and walking towards Kihyun, a clear intent in his steps and eyes.

His long fingers wrapped around your waist as he pulled you against him and away from a shocked looking Kihyun. Tae glanced to the left and nodded slightly as he started to back away with you slowly. Everything started to move in slow motion at this point. Kihyun followed Tae's gaze and his eyes grew about three times the size they already were. He started to back up, stumbling over his own feet as you could hear footsteps coming quick through your apartment, revealing a pissed off and sprinting Jungkook.

Kihyun turned and went to take off running but only made it to the steps before Jungkook caught up with him. Jungkook's body went completely horizontal in the air as he landed a solid kick to Kihyun's back, sending him down the first flight of steps - luckily for him it was only about five - before Jungkook's body slammed loudly into the ground. ( **end of fighting** )

In all honesty, the whole thing would have been comical, if it wasn't for Hoseok's groaning from your doorway and your heart rate speeding up and busting out of your chest with every second that passed by.

"Hey! I called the police!" a voice from down the hall broke everyone out of their daze as a girl in her mid thirties stood in her doorway with her cell phone in hand. "Is everyone okay?" she asked.

"Yes, thank you. How soon will the cops be here?" Tae asked suddenly calm.

"About five minutes. I would keep that creep on scene, he seems like the kind of loser who would try to run." the woman said.

"On it." Jungkook stated as he started to descend the stairs.

Once the police and an ambulance showed up and Kihyun and Hoseok were transported to the hospital and Jungkook was taken in for questioning about what happened, you finally allowed your body to relax. You sat beside Hoseok on his hospital bed as the nurse dressed his nose, which was broken. You had to leave the room when they snapped it back into place, the yells from Hoseok was enough to make your stomach churn.

"I think your nose might even be more handsome than before." you commented, trying to ease the tension.

"No matter what I look like, I will always be handsome." he said, eyeing you sideways.

A moment passed before you spoke again, "I'm sorry, Hobi." was all you offered.

He hummed and the room was silent until a loud succession of heels clicking on the linoleum grew closer and closer to the room. You already knew who they belonged to, you've heard the same noise many times in the past and your chest tightened at the thought of Minha being here at this moment.

"Hoseokie!" she yelled as she flung back the curtain. "Baby, oh my god! What happened?!" she cooed, coming closer with her hands outstretched to cup around his face.

"Kihyun punched me." was all he said.

"Kihyun?! Like, y/ns Kihyun?" she asked dumbly.

"No, Minha, like YOUR Kihyun." Hoseok snapped, suddenly looking her in the eyes.

Her face turned ghost white and she tried to stammer out an excuse and question him what he was talking about, but Hoseok wasn't having it. He took her hands off his face and gently pushed her back. "Get out." was all he said. "Get out of this room and get out of my apartment and get out of my life. You disgust me."

"Hoseokie..." she started to whine.

"You hear him, Minha." you said, a newfound strenght in your voice.

"You mind your own business!" she screeched.

"MINHA. GO." Hoseok yelled, his face turning a slight shade of red as he stared her down.

She turned and walked away, heading out the exact same way she came in, "Kihyun is down the hall the other way." Hoseok yelled after her. The clikcing of her heels stopped and they headed back towards the room you both her in, but she continued walking towards Kihyun's room with no hesitation.

"So shameless..." you mumbled to yourself.

The doctor came in shortly after and disharged Hoseok with a prescription for pain meds and instructions on how to care for the swelling around his nose. Jungkook showed up right after, a stupid grin on his face. After questioning him why he looked like that, he smugly said they weren't going to charge him for kicking kihyun down the stairs, but Kihyun would be charged with assault on Hoseok and if you wanted to go down and give a statement, sexual assault would be added on as well. Was that something you could claim? You consented, but only after you got tired of saying no. It was something you would have to think about.

"Let's go home, y/n." Jungkook said, wrapping his arms around you and Hoseok's shoulders.

Summary:

Serendipity: the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way. or “Hey, you’re my new neighbor and you cry every night, are you okay?”

Part 15/?

[aesarctic]

The Sun Is Also a Star, by Nicola Yoon

I finished this maybe a week ago, and it was good, but I’ve read better.

Read on Goodreads

★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆

FOR THE SUPER NON-SPOILERY PEOPLE:

This is a contemporary. If you know me, you know that I'm definitely not one for romance--not even shipping. Why did I read this? It was getting such good reviews, and maybe, just maybe, the cover was too pretty. But I gave it three stars. Many of the elements of it were excellent, but seeing as it's contemporary, I docked two stars. If you like contemporary, I say go for it. If you don't but like a different twist in writing, I say consider it. I love different writing styles, and this one didn't disappoint. Too much, anyway. FOR THE NON-SPOILERY PEOPLE (hidden for the Super Non-Spoilery People): While having two main characters, Daniel and Natasha, we see from many more points of views, and while I was skeptical about it at first, it definitely added to the book plot-wise and showing that the world is bigger than two main characters. It also has amazing representation seeing as our two main characters are people of colour, and it tackles topics such as immigration, race, ethnicity, religion, and nationality. That may sound like I gave the book four or five stars. While I'm amazed at Nicola Yoon's writing and what she was able to tackle in 344 pages (hardback, 1st edition), as I mentioned, I'm not a romance person. That plays a factor into how much I genuinely liked the book. FOR THE SPOILERY PEOPLE:

I started this book in August--not quite a year after it came out, but definitely not when everyone was on the The Sun Is Also a Star bandwagon. However, I definitely had seen and heard the hype, and I happened to own the book due to an Uppercase Subscription Box, so I finally read it. The reason I mention this is because part of my disappointment may be caused by listening to too much of the hype and working myself up before reading the book. Starting the book, besides thinking of the hype, there wasn't much for me to comment on, though I didn't like the first Irene chapter. I had previously heard that characters that weren't a large part of the story shouldn't get a point of view. On top of that, Irene seemed to be too creepy for my liking. "He was riding his shiny new bike (red, ten-speed, awesome) with his shiny new friends (white, ten years old, awesome)." --Page 12 The start was somewhere between an okay and good, but writing like this is what I like, and it instantly got me more engaged, even if I knew there was a major love plot coming. I like that it's funny, but if you want to look at it from a "the way people think of race is an issue" perspective, you totally can. The Charles chapter was disappointing in the long run. It's short--half a page--but I was expecting so much out of it. On page 256, it says, "Still, though, he does a good thing for his brother: he gives [Natasha] the number." This was the thing. This was the one great, big, good, selfless act. Sure, without the scene, Natasha and Daniel's future may have been completely altered, but it wasn't what I was hoping for. One thing that I love in any book I read is what the sibling dynamic is. Charlie and Daniel don't get along, but with one last selfless deed, I got my hopes up. I'm such a sucker for sibling acts of love. This, however, with Charlie giving Natasha the number, is completely realistic, and I do have to appreciate and give credit to that. If you know me, I also love realistic characters. Like I said earlier, I'm a fan of sort of comedic writing. While it bothered me that this scene wasn't realistic, in my mind, anyway, on pages 44 and 45, we get this wacky train conductor who is just preaching into the intercoms. It was interesting and entertaining to read. Part of me praises the book for having more realism than many of the other books I read, but the characters, in my opinion, are halfway there. Natasha is a girl of reality. She relies on facts and science for the answers to life, not considering the idea of love and fate and dreams being real. Daniel, on the other hand, is the opposite. He believes in fate, love, and destiny. While these are more fleshed out that most characters I read, most humans have a bit of both sides to them. Yoon took one side of an argument and turned it into a character. Then she took the other side and made another character: the love interest. The characters are good--they have thoughts, feelings, emotions, and actions that definitely seem more realistic that what I usually read, but it wasn't good enough, especially compared to other books I've read. Samuel Kingsley's Histories of Regrets. I don't have much to say about the first one, but the second one was a bit of a punch for me. I probably should have seen it coming, but I thought Samuel would regret how he treated his daughter and family. Instead, he regrets meeting his wife. I didn't think that was the turn it would take, but it did. It was a bit of a powerful moment for me. The third one was confusing. He doesn't regret Natasha, but he already stated he regret his family. Or just his wife? But his wife was the reason they have a family. It's a little confusing, but at least he doesn't completely want to disown Natasha. I'll take this time to also talk about A Father's History. I love that it was written like a script. It's a twist in writing, as I previously mentioned, I love that kind of thing. A thought that I had multiple times was: This is a really long day. I know that people can do many things in a day, but you can't possibly do everything Natasha and Daniel did, can you? The norebang, going out for Korean, Natasha managed to go to the museum, multiple appointments, Daniel also went to multiple appointments, they went to Daniel's parents' hair place (multiple times), and of course there was all of the smaller things, like whatever they did before they met that day, and Daniel saving Natasha's life, and going into the one store and seeing Natasha's ex. Didn't they also go out to a café? That's where Daniel had the original idea of making Natasha fall in love with him. It's a lot for one day. Speaking of one day: they fell in love in one day. I admit, this was the most non-insta-love book I've read that has insta-love, if that makes sense, but there were definitely moments where I was definitely thinking, You guys literally just met today. Slow down. (i.e. the norebang) Speaking of the norebang, I have thoughts and notes for pages 167-175. Let's just go in order. 167: "I'm going to get up and kiss her." No. Absolutely not. There's no way. This is too sudden and too soon. 169: "She's so close that I can feel the slight head from her blush." Daniel. No. "I put my hand on her waist and bury my fingers in her hair." This is way too sudden. "Anything can happen in the space between us." Anything had better not happen. "I wait for her, for her eyes to say yes, and then I kiss her." ANYTHING IS HAPPENING. "Her lips are like soft pillows and I sink into them." I don't need this in my life. "We start out chaste, just lips touching, tasting, but soon we can't get enough." You WHAT. "She parts her lips and--" Admittedly, I prefer not to read past there, as it gets too gross for me to stand. Please read at your own risk. 170: "I can't stop. I don't want to stop." Natasha, my one hope for any sort of reasoning, has abandoned me. I don't need nor want this in my life. I can't believe she's into this. 171: I stopped on this page, looked at it, wrote the word "Same" in my notes, looked at it some more, and flipped the page. 172: I'm still same-ing here, not looking at the next page. 173: I have read the page. I'm not doing well. Actually, I was in school when I read this part, and my friend looked over and said, "Your face is really pale." Maybe that's enough of a picture of my thoughts. 174: All of my faith has been lost in Natasha. 175: It's ending. I'm free. I'm safe. No more. That wasn't a fun scene. That was too fast. You guys met that day. I don't need this in my life. Soon after, on page 178, we see the line "The sun is also a star." I paused there, as I'm sure we all did, and I did not understand why that was so powerful of a moment that the book was named after it. Around pages 192-197, Natasha and Daniel have an argument about what their lives mean and the fact that Daniel postponed his interview for Natasha. Natasha is on the side that they're on this Earth to survive and evolve, and Daniel believes that everything means something and that their love is real. Personally, I stood with Natasha for this argument, but I want to point out that one of the bigger things in this book is how love happens. This book delves into the topic on falling in love. Can you fall in love? What exactly does falling in love mean or entail? This is one of the arguments where that topic was brought up. As someone who is incapable of getting crushes/having any sort of romantic relationship (welcome to my aro/ace life), I didn't care for it that much. for other people, though, I know this was a big thing. You know those books that you read at just the right time for what's going on in your life? Well, a lot of the (non-romance-y) points of this book do resonate with me, and on page 199, Daniel says, "We tell ourselves there are reasons for the things that happen, but we're just telling ourselves stories. We make them up. They don't mean anything." That, my friends, is my mindset, and seeing it come from Daniel makes it more emotional for me, just because I may not have been as fate and dream-ridden as Daniel, but I definitely did like to believe in little signs, like the songs Spotify plays at just the right time, or something falling to the floor as I'm talking about it. Really, though, that stuff is just coincidence. And sure, things happen for reasons, but those reasons are pretty scientific. Gravity causes things to fall, not fate. The book tackles being a person of colour in America in the outside world and within families. Page 234 is the start of a Daniel chapter where he confronts his Dad. His father says that Natasha and Daniel can never be, and Daniel denies it. Many things can be said about this point, but I want to take a quick moment to talk about interracial relationships. As someone who is mixed--the product of an interracial marriage and relationship--I wish for a world where people can just be with who they want (of course, not just ethnicity-wise, either.) I just wrote a college application 300-word essay on this, so I'm not going too far into depth, but it does hit me whenever someone looks down upon Natasha and Daniel's relationship. At the beginning, I didn't like that Irene had a chapter. My view, however, changed throughout the book. When Natasha saw the blue-haired couple, I was sure the next chapter would be able them, and when it wasn't, I was disappointed. I've come a long way from all of the dislike I put in my notes about Irene's chapters. There was a change in my notes, too, as I began to guess whose chapters we'd get to see. I like them--I looked forward to them. These extra chapters add something more to the book. They add to the plot and to our enjoyment, but my favourite part is that they show that the world is bigger than two main characters. These chapters show that billions of people have moments every day, at the same time as other people. For instance, we're following Daniel and Natasha, but Attorney Jeremy Fitzgerald and Hannah Winter definitely had some stuff going on in their life, too. If this was Natasha and Daniel's biggest day of their life, it was also Fitzgerald and Winter's, too. This is a fun side-note, but on page 333, Natasha mentions learning about eyes in AP Biology. As someone who is currently taking AP Bio, am I going to learn about eyes? Is this something Nicola Yoon made up, or am I actually going to learn about eyes? The ending. Natasha gets deported. They stay in touch, but long-distance relationships are hard. But then we have an Irene chapter (well, technically titled "epilogue"), and quite possibly my favourite moment in the book. We start with a kind of pick-up from where we left off with Irene. She had written her suicide note, but Natasha's "thank you" saved her life. That night, Irene listened to Nirvana, called a suicide prevention number. She went to therapy, and now she's a flight attendant. Now, she's on a plane, looking at the different passengers aboard, and she's sees Natasha. She thanks her. This is the first thing I love about this scene: Irene got to say "thank you." She had the chance to say "thank you." Daniel looks over, looks back, Natasha says her name, Daniel looks back over, says her name, and Natasha says his twice. Some believe it is fate to find the one you love. This book ends by showing that viewpoint. The entire book we're faced with wondering if it's possible that they're really in love. We get our answer here. To me, this book is a sort of "what if" book. What if you are fated to meet your supposed soulmate? I'm not good at words, and I'm not one for romance, but it was a good, fulfilling scene. Overall, I'm not a contemporary reader. There are very few contemporary books I'd reread, and this, unfortunately, may not be one of them. They hype may have been too much for me, or maybe it's just that it's a romance book, but I'm glad that there were other things tackled along with our main plot.

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About Home Flooring

When we bought the house I had zero intention of replacing the original flooring. I have, what many might call, the ‘if you can’t see it in a photo, then it doesn’t exist’ syndrome – it mostly affects life-style bloggers. When the previous owner’s furniture was in, I didn’t notice the condition of the floors.

The 2? oak flooring was 126 years old and after years of the elements, and many times being refinished it was absolutely done. When our contractor came in to quote for the job, he said, ‘there is no way this floor can be salvaged’. That was not in my plan (nor the budget). My hope had been to simply refinish them. Sand, stain, easy peasy! You may or may not be able to see in the photos but the floors are insanely bleached/dried from the sun (yes, we are doing LLumar window film to prevent this from happening to our beautiful new floors, just like we did in our old place since we loved it so much).

I felt really, really bad ripping out the flooring. They were ORIGINAL. But then our contractor (and everyone else) told us that these floors weren’t particularly unique. They were un-refinishable, replaceable 2? oak. They were also stained with cat/animal pee and bleached a lot by the sun. Fine. You don’t have to twist my arm.

I started fantasizing…. Is THIS the time that I finally have a herringbone floor? I’ve wanted one forever, but I truly think it only belongs in older style homes (70 + years) – which I finally had!! If you have a brand new home then go for a new pattern or extra wide straight planks. If you have a mid century then do something appropriate to that time period because the traditional herringbone belongs in a European style or older world style home. Brooklyn Brownstone?

I didn’t really know where to start. I had ordered a lot of flooring from BuildDirect before and their service/product had always been great. But herringbone? Surely they wouldn’t have an option. But they had one on their site, white oak, but with only one simple iphone photo that was seriously not doing it justice. I was skeptical but figured ordering a sample wouldn’t hurt. When I received it, I was shocked at how good it was. Such pretty wood, with tongue and groove connection and a great scale. Here’s how it looked, unfinished in a little moodboard we created when we started the design process.

We LOVED it. Soon after, we confirmed the order and it arrived within weeks in 3-4 weeks (the straight plank normally comes quicker, but this is made to order). Now, one thing to note is that it’s not pre-finished, in other words you have the additional cost of staining, sanding, then staining (and sanding) on-site. This really depends on your square footage but could be anywhere between $1.50 and $4.00 per square foot. We decided to go for it as we loved the look of the wood.

In it came and down it went. We let it acclimate for a week (they recommended two but we were RUSHING). If you are doing herringbone, hire a VERY good installer. Our flooring contractor was super meticulous and took a lot of pride in making sure that it was perfect. Also start the pattern the in middle of the room and work your way towards the sides.

We needed to figure out the orientation of the whole house, which isn’t as easy as you think. Sure the living room was easy but what happens everywhere else, once the angles of the walls change? We drew a map and a little guide to help us determine how it would all go down.

There were a few awkward areas where we just used a straight plank to separate the herringbone from the straight – like between the kitchen and entry.

Next we chose the stain color. We wanted it to be medium toned – not too dark. Dark could look amazing but our general aesthetic as you know is light and bright (again, it’s a So-Cal thing). In case you missed how we lightened and brought life back to the houses beams head HERE. One of the furniture carpenters we work with gave me the tip to use Bona sealant (with no color or stain) to simply bring out the color, seal it safely, without making it look darker. We sampled a rectangle on the floor – below.

And it was a unanimous and instant decision. I’m typically REALLY slow at permanent decisions like this, needing at least a few days to feel the confidence to pull triggers, but Brian, Ginny, Mel, Scott and myself ALL agreed immediately that it was perfect (I like how I pretended to make that decision by myself…..) We were right! It could have gone darker and would still be STUNNING but what can I say? I like a bright house. You’ll also notice that we put a border around the living room to add a traditional detail. It’s subtle, but a pretty way to finish it off.

I’m just obsessed. The only time we could take ‘before’ photos where the protective paper was off the floor but the furniture wasn’t in yet was the morning that we moved in, at the time of day when the sun was BLASTING. So I’m sorry it’s not more clear but over the next few months and years you’ll see ample usage of this beautiful floor.

Above and below you can see the transition where the hardwoods floors went from herringbone to straight plank. We also replaced the stairs after realizing that the subfloor was practically falling apart. It now no longer squeaks or creeks and man, now that we are living there with two kids and realize how much sound carries, I am SO grateful that we fixed them. Charlie all of a sudden insists on keeping his door open when he sleeps, and those creeks would’ve ruined my nights/life.

Now in the entry/den and upstairs we opted for straight plank over the herringbone. We were tempted to do the herringbone but honestly we felt that it should be a feature in a couple special rooms, not in the whole house. It’s not that we would get sick of it, but more like it’s so special that we didn’t want to get too used to it and have it everywhere so that we stopped noticing it. But as you can see the straight plank is just as pretty and simple. It’s white oak, practically unstained (sealed with Bona)

I love both the straight and the herringbone so much and so does every single person who comes over. This is how the master was looking after everything was finished and before we moved in. I have zero regrets with the flooring. NOT ONE. We nailed it (pun, intended) and I’m so glad that we took the risk and replaced that lovely old, falling apart wood with an even lovelier, stronger wood that will keep the house alive and sound for so much longer. Ok, here’s the pertinent information: We used: 707 square feet of Herringbone (103 in kitchen, 178 in dining room and 426 in living). We ordered 12% overage for a total of $791.84 of Herringbone for a total of $3, 674.88 (materials, not labor)

For the Straight Plank, we needed 1075 sq ft including 10% overage for the rest of the house, + 160 linear feet for the border, totaling: $3, 472.90. So how much was the labor? I wish I had an easy answer for you. It was $18k for the entire house – to demo, remove, repair all the sub-floor – which was extremely damaged and rotting, – plus install, prep, sand, stain, sand, stain, seal, etc. This included both floors and the stairs – roughly 1800 square feet. God, that’s a $10 a square foot for installation! Nuts, but definitely worth it. I loved this house before we did anything to it, but now it feels more solid and secure, not to mention bright and airy. When every step you take is creaky, squeaky and loose with nails, that charm quickly turns into worry. Now we worry no longer.

These before and afters are making me so happy. That living room is looking gorgeous (see how we refinished the faux painted beams here). You can really see some of the damage in the below pic. I would say it is a vast improvement. The entry area into the kitchen looks brand new as well. In case you missed the post where we talked about how we rearranged the layout click through HERE for the upstairs, and HERE for the main floor. The upstairs honestly looked great before. Had we been able to refinish it we would have.

But the after is nice, too  (plus we repaired all the windows so that we could actually open them!) The painted brown doors bummed me out (please note, these were PAINTED not stained) so we painted them white and the upstairs hallway looks 10 times the size.

I asked my contractor how much more installing herringbone is than straight plank and he said about 30% more labor, and if you purchase unfinished like we did then the average cost of staining hardwood is between $1.50 – $4.00 per square foot. Ultimately you’ll want to get a couple quotes to compare, but hopefully that gives you a good idea of how much replacing or installing herringbone or straight plank costs.

A huge thanks to Build Direct for gifting their beautiful wood. They were so easy to work with from start to finish and their selection, customer service and availability to answer any of my questions along the way made the process so easy. I’m happy to say that so many people have already purchased it from my Instagram’s and insta-stories and people love it. They also have just launched their new Design Center – Kitchen Edition, which is a such a great tool to help you design and build out your kitchen or bathroom in a 3D model to help you visualize how it is all going to come together. Speaking of kitchens, in case you missed the full reveal of ours, click through HERE. 

Hopefully I covered everything. In a perfect world I would have stained the wood 10 different shades for you to look at, but you can’t just use any stain on flooring and my flooring guy, however great as he was, he wasn’t interested in that homework since we had already so quickly decided on the stain. But, feel free to order extra samples and do that yourself if you are going for a different look or vibe.

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I Decided

It’s been an insane last couple of weeks.

I met one of my idols Big Sean and helped work on his interview. I went live on LA’s biggest morning radio show and started trending on Twitter and I learned a great lesson as always.

First of all, I want to apologize for missing my first week of blogs. We made it to 20 weeks straight. But I promise this one will make up for the week off.

Saturday

It’s 3:40 pm and we’re sitting in the America’s Got Talent audition room. I say we because John has been waiting in line with me since 11:00 am. Find you a roommate and friend like John and hold on to him. Especially if they love Chicken and Waffles.

Two Thursday’s Ago

I’m at Power 106 editing the audio from The Cruz Show that will go up on Soundcloud later today. I overhear a producer walk into the studio room and say

“Big Sean is coming into the studio on Monday. His new album will be out so you guys can talk about that.”

Before I head home for the day I go up to Jeff (producer of the morning show) and Cruz and say

“I’ll get you notes for Big Sean by tomorrow. Also if you guys need any help with on-air stuff, I’m always willing to help.”

My professor Jeff told me that when he first got on-air it was because he was eager and told the producer that he wanted to help out. I asked him what I should do about my situation because I want to be on air also, and he told me to just tell them. So I took his advice.

All night I stay up making interview questions for Big Sean. I have been listening to him since I was in grade 11, freshly in love and heavily chasing the rap dream. He has been one of my biggest inspirations ever since.

I print out two copies, put them in my bag and try to get to bed before 12:00 am. It’s pretty wild knowing that I will get 4 hours of sleep tonight.

Two Friday’s Ago

I get into an Uber as usual at 5:15 am and my driver tells me how cool it is that I work at the radio station. I told him I’ll be on that radio soon so he should keep listening.

I hand the paper with all of my Big Sean questions to Cruz and Jeff.

“These are great Jeremy. You killed it. You gonna be here for the interview on Monday?”

“If I can come in for it?”

“Of course.”

“See you Monday. Thanks for the opportunity guys. Love”

Last Sunday

I wake up early before the Super Bowl, which is at 3:30 pm here. It still feels weird to have a Super Bowl party during the day, but everyone here thinks it would be weird to watch it at night so I guess that is just a difference in environment. I finish writing a full page of Big Sean questions after listening to his new album “I Decided” on repeat (which I really like by the way). I send it over to Cruz and Jeff and then enjoy an incredible Super Bowl at my friend Taylor’s in Glendale. I’m still not over that comeback, but I’m also still not surprised.

Email from Cruz: “Thanks Jeremy. These are great!”

Last Monday

It’s 10:30 am. As I walk in, the other interns are gluing questions onto cue cards. The questions are the ones that I wrote!!  My questions are going to be asked to Big Sean!!!!! So I feel like I’m basically second-hand interviewing Big Sean… Right?? Or no?

Our boss asks us to fill out a sheet of paper that has the title “Intern Weekend Recap” on it. I fill it out with big paragraphs and a lot of detail. Everyone else fills it out with one or two word answers. They are all laughing at me.

“Jeremy you’re such an overachiever”

“There is no such thing as an overachiever, it just means you underestimate my ability!”

I learned that from one of Jeff’s classes where he does a weekly lesson from the late, great basketball coach and man, John Wooden.

“You’ve been waiting to use that line haven’t you? * Laughs *

I smile.

Big Sean is in the building at Power 106 for a live interview and VIP party in front of a crowd of some of his biggest fans. I see Big Sean from across the room.

“Hey What’s up Sean!?”

“Whattup bro?”

We shake hands and then keep it moving.

After the interview I tell him how much he has inspired me and thank him for everything.

“Aw man thanks for the support dawg!!! I appreciate you.”

We take a picture and I am about to leave. Jeff says,

“Jeremy, can you stay for a few minutes? I’d love your opinion on something.”

“Of course.”

I am almost late for my class at this point so I kind of have to hurry. I need to buy magazines for a project we are working on, so I walk over to CVS in Burbank, which is a lot farther of a walk than I thought it would be. I post an insta and I’m listening to “So Much More” off of Big Sean’s Finally Famous album. He raps “I used to ride to school listening to Kanye, Pharrell, Wayne.” I make my caption, “I used to ride to school listening to Kanye, Mac Miller, Big Sean.” My phone dies (I know dad, but I forgot my charger at home again…) so I set up my laptop and charge it in CVS while I wait for my Uber. I get a call from Jeff,

“Hey Jeremy, can I ask you a couple of questions about your weekend recap story? Do you mind if we talk about this on-air on Thursday?”

“That would be great. I’ll prepare it for then!”

Last Thursday

My Uber driver, like every other Uber driver who picks me up in the morning switches the radio station to Power 106 once he sees where we’re going. He asks me about my job and I tell him to keep listening because I will be live on air today!

I get to work and say hi to everyone. Jeff preps me for the on-air segment with Cruz and then they hand me headphones and I sit down in front of the mic. I am a mixture of excited and nervous but with a lot more excitement.

“We’re here live with our intern Jeremy. Jeremy you’ve got a story for us right?”

“Thanks for having me all the way from Canada! Yes I do.”

“Tell us about what happened”

I relay a story that was a mixture of multiple occasions when I have spoken with girls for sometimes hours and then they will slip into the convo that they have a boyfriend… which I’m sure a lot of you fellas have experienced. It sucks. And callers call in to give their advice to me.

Krystal Bee (the other morning show host) says,

“Jeremy, you’re trending right now!”

We go back on air. Cruz starts by saying,

“Jeremy, do you think your name is trending because of you?”

“I cannot confirm nor deny, but ladies feel free to DM me your advice”

“Shouldn’t you be getting me coffee or something as our intern! * laughs *”

“I’ve made it too far for that now, I’m Hollywood! There’s no coming back down to earth.”

I end the segment with a good one liner about how another guy took a bigger L than me and everyone in the room laughs.

Wow. I was just live on air on the biggest LA radio morning show. I was trending on Twitter (whether or not all of the tweets were about me) and I just executed in my biggest opportunity yet. Is this real life??? I used to watch this show on YouTube in my bedroom in Winnipeg.

I got to really contribute to an interview with one of my favorite artists of all-time and I got to meet him too. I really do feel like I’m living the dream. But as much as it seems surreal, it does seem like exactly where I’m supposed to be. I’ve envisioned this too many times for me to say that I don’t feel like I belong. And at this moment I Decided that I am exactly where I am meant to be.

Lessons:

Recognize that YOU are good enough. That you belong right where you are.

Being humble is always important. I always try to be grateful and appreciative of where I am. I texted Cruz right after that moment when I got home and thanked him for the opportunity.

“That was always a dream of mine. I appreciate the opportunity a lot.”

“Dude, you did a great job. Thank you!”

But at the same time, you have to make the conscious decision that you are right where you are for a reason. You are good enough to be the best at what you do, you have earned and worked hard for all of the opportunities that you’ve received, and that when your moment came, YOU did your thing and executed. No one else can do that for you. People can give you hand-outs, but if you don’t perform, then it means nothing. So I learned over these past couple weeks, that I not only belong in the position that I’m in, but that I deserve it. That I can stand with my peers and feel like I am right where I’m meant to be.

Never Stop Asking Questions or Learning

Knowing you belong and deserve success does not mean that you should stop growing or wanting to learn. I still don’t know sh*t. I am so young and have so much to learn. And I always need to sit down and remember that. Just because you have done something cool, doesn’t mean it’s over and that you’re an all-knowing powerful being. You will never be. The day you think that is the day you lose. We can all continue to learn. And I hope to be 70 and still learning something new every day. I continue to ask for advice from my mentors and questions about becoming successful and great. Keep pushing forward, always.

There is No Such Thing as an Overachiever

This is a lesson I learned from Jeff who learned it from John Wooden. People can doubt you all they want and tell you that you’re doing too much, but they are really the ones who are just underestimating your ability to achieve. If you achieved it, then you were cabable of achieving it. I thanked Jeff (Power) for the opportunity to be on-air and he said, “man, some of these interns wrote one or two word answers. You were the only one who gave me some good answers. Of course I want to talk about them.

“They were laughing at me before!”

“Let them laugh bro. You’re the one who made it on-air.”

I hope you have a great week and thank you for sticking with me and for being patient for this blog. I really hope I can continue to provide you with value and inspire you to accomplish your dreams.

Blessings and love to you.

-       Jeremy