#minimitchell

[henryspearl]

still feels so surreal that this little meet up in london with @minimitchell happened last night. after three years of being friends, talking and chatting ballum, we were finally able to do it face to face and it was so much fun😅

hope you enjoyed your time in london, nina and hope you had a safe trip back home! until the next time…🥂

thank you ballum for bringing us together<3

[leximitchells]

[loveisonlyforthebrave8]

smash therapy

a coda for this evenings ep (25/02/2021)

prompt: callum gets ben to let his aggression out, smashing something at the arches or something.. maybe he gets just a little turned on by it...

for @minimitchell I hope this is what you wanted!

“Ben, will you just calm down, yeah?”

“Calm down? Calm down?!” Ben spits, absolutely raging as he paces back and forth in the Arches, running his hands through his already messy hair. He eventually stops, pointing back towards The Vic with a strong finger. “Because of that box dye blonde and her wannabe gangster boy toy we’ve just lost a shit tonne of money, Cal. I just wanna go back in there and smash his smug fucking face in.” Ben’s red face puffs out in anger, continuing to pace around the small space. He spots a solitary hammer laid out on the table and his fingers twitch to pick it up and storm back over there.

But luckily Callum knows exactly how he gets when he’s in a mood like this. He picks up the weapon himself before Ben can get to it and eyes it studiously.

“You’re mad, right?” Callum says randomly, and Ben scoffs at him, as if the past ten minutes haven’t happened.

“No shit, Sherlock.”

Callum rolls his eyes at the sarcasm. “Right, well, I’ve got a bit of a mad idea- if you’re up for it?” He says, tapping the hammer against the palm of his hand like some schmuck with a plan. It quietens the buzz in Ben’s ear slightly. His fiancés adorable idiocy will do that to a man.

Ben crosses his arms over his chest and nods for Callum to continue, his interest definitely piqued.

“Well, seeing as you can’t just go smashin’ people’s heads in without being arrested again, why don’t I take you somewhere you can get your anger out without hurting anyone?” He swings the hammer above his head, like some sort of ridiculous imitation of the hot blonde god man from that movie Callum forced him to watch the other night. Ben smiles despite himself, though the anger stills simmers in the pit of his stomach. He sighs loudly, hiding his face in both hands.

“I can’t just go swannin’ off right now, I’ve got to fix this mess and-”

“The deal is over, Ben!” Callum says, with a strict tone of authority in his voice that rumbles through his chest. It stirs something hot (definitely not anger this time) between Ben’s thighs, but before Ben can comment on it Callum continues talking, “You’re just gonna have to accept it and move on to the next dodgy deal. There’s always something else on the horizon. You’re a Mitchell, after all.”

Ben hears what Callum’s saying, but it still doesn’t help his current mood.

“You’ll be a Mitchell yourself soon enough.”

Callum smiles shyly, like the reminder of their upcoming nuptials is making him hot under the collar. Ben likes the different sides of Callum. He’s always so reserved in public, playing into the nice guy act that’s been laid at his feet. But Ben knows there’s a switch inside his man that when flipped, can turn from kind and sweet, to forceful and authoritative. He doesn’t see that side often, prefers his goofy sop too much, but every now and again Ben loves it when Callum takes control. He needs that Callum now, so he indulges whatever plan Callum has in store for them.

“Come on then, lover boy. What’s this mad idea of yours then?”

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They drive for about thirty minutes, give or take, out of town. Ben can’t tell where exactly Callum drives, but his man seems to know exactly where he’s going so he doesn’t question it.

Eventually they arrive, as the sun starts its descent for the evening making a pretty picture of gold and red in the sky. It distracts Ben enough that he doesn’t notice Callum has parked them up on the side of the road.

When they step out of the car Ben is still just as confused as ever before. He can’t see anything other than an old abandoned railway carriage and some scrap metal. There’s literally no one around for miles and barely even a streetlight in sight. He turns to look for Callum with a furrowed brow.

“Is this it?” He says, to which his man pops his head out from behind the boot of the car with a smirk and a double eyed wink and chucks him some safety goggles he must have nicked from the Arches. Ben is still none-the-wiser as he examines the goggles, like they’re about to sprout wings and take off.                      

Callum chuckles at him, and once he’s secured his own goggles onto his face he outstretches his hand for Ben to take. Ben follows suit with his own goggles and grips Callum’s hand in his.

“Come on.” Callum says pulling him along, still smiling his megawatt smile, which continually thaws away at the cracks in Ben’s ever diminishing anger.

Eventually they make it to the other side of the tracks where Ben spots a line of abandoned cars; some smashed to bits and others still intact, but mostly it’s all just junk that not even a mechanic as good as he is could salvage.

“Babe, are you gonna tell me why you’ve dragged me half an hour out of town to some abandoned railway track with cars you know full well ain’t worth anything?”

He watches Callum bend over (sneaking an eyeful of arse while he can) to see that he’s picked up what looks like a rusty crowbar, which he passes to Ben. He then takes out the hammer he’d stashed in his pocket from earlier, his weapon of choice apparently.

“Stuart and I used to come ‘ere when we was kids. Whenever things got rough at home he’d bring me here and we’d take our anger out on the cars instead. There’s loads more now, though. Not been in years.” Callum looks wistfully over at the cars for a minute, caught in a memory, before turning his full attentions to Ben. “If you want to smash something, take that,” He eyes the weapon now in Ben’s hand, “And smash some windows. It’s pretty therapeutic.”

It’s not the worst idea in the world, Ben thinks, but it’s not something he’d have chosen for himself. He’s willing to give it a go, though it does help when Kheerat’s smug voice rings through his ears, ‘oh, sorry- is this where I’m meant to be scared?’

Ben doesn’t know what comes over him after that, as the red mist descends. He can’t hold it in any more as he takes a deep swing at the nearest car. He screams into the force of it, taking pleasure in the way the window makes an almighty crack before shattering under the weight of the metal.

Ben takes a few more swings, getting more and more into it as he goes, not even realising that Callum is just standing by and watching his display of outrage.

After a few more swings, and some satisfying shatters he pulls back to catch his breath, glad for the quick reprieve. But as he does he senses Callum’s presence behind him, when suddenly he’s being spun, shoved and full body slammed into the framework of the car and Callum’s rough lips are crashing into his before he can even get a word in.

The adrenaline zapping through Ben’s veins forces him to push back into Callum’s body as he dexterously twists them so that Callum’s spine is now backed up into the car, crowbar long forgotten, as he paws at his fiancés clothes and attacks his neck with razor sharp teeth, latching on and creating a whopping great bruise just shy of his collar line, one Callum will be shyly explaining away for the next few days.

“Jesus, Cal-” Ben pants as he pulls back with a deep groan. “What’s gotten into you?”

Callum sinks further into the car and runs a shaky hand through his now floppy hair, panting against Ben as he persistently grinds against Ben’s thigh.

“You just looked so hot when you really got into it. I needed to get my hands on you.” He breathes out bashfully, a hint of pink lining his cheekbones and the tips of his ears.

“The bad boy thing really gets you all hot and bothered, dunnit?” Ben chokes out a dark chuckle, absolutely delighted, and not entirely surprised at the turn of events. “So this here, tonight, wasn’t really about me, was it? You just wanted to watch me unleash the beast, huh?”

Callum lets out a hot breath of laughter at the phrase, but he’s shaking his head in response.

“Bet you feel better now though, don’t ya?” Callum says, daring him to oppose.

And Ben lets that sink in. He really does feel better. The anger from earlier is completely wiped from his system. All he wants now is to take his horny fiancé home and show him how bad he can really be.

“Thanks, babe,” He says gratefully, “you always know what I need.” Ben kisses him softly before sneakily urging his thigh a little higher up Callum’s leg to emphasise the endgame in sight. He pulls back, “Now it’s my turn to give you what you need.”

They race each other back to the car and into the back seat.

All that can be seen in the lingering darkness of the evening, with not a streetlight in sight, is the silhouette of a bobbing head, and the not at all subtle rocking motion of a car.

A successful evening all round.

[eastendies]

For @minimitchell, ta da, I was your secret Santa! You said you were a fan of soulmate aus so I hope you like this!! It was a lot of fun to draw!

@ballumsecretsanta

[babygirlgalitzine]

'just thinking about ben buying callum roses' NO LUCY BUT he had to have a bouquet like that made! just imagine him ordering all these roses (he wants only the best ones of course) and the florist asks about the occasion and ben is all shy and smiley going 'they're for my boyfriend. gonna ask him to marry me' it's all i keep thinking about honestly

honest to god i just...cannot get over this ever

[botheredbuck]

we do like daran (at least i do). he wrote i smell queer, their 2nd kiss, the pam eps for example. he always writes them a bit cheeky and he loves an innuendo i noticed

ahhh yeah honestly i do like the way he writes them, starting to think we could do with a bit of cheek especially given the angst-fest we got next week! (not that im complaining lmao) - thank uuu for this lovely!!

[buckandballum]

💙 BLOG APPRECIATION DAY 2020 💙

@minimitchell (AO3)

First of all, I love your icon. Frankie is a queen and i’m so so happy that we will see her again when ee comes back.

I also absolutely love your fics. You’re such a talented writer and i’m so glad you are sharing this talent with us. I have read all of your fics and I love them so much. I’m such a sucker for fluff and you really are the queen of fluff 💙

One of my favourite fics is for a moment i am what i never was because i loved the idea of Callum being insecure for once. I really like the way you write Ben and Callum because your characterisation is always on point. Their interactions and conversations always feel very real. I also really appreciate that you always refer to them as soulmates in your fics 🥺

I really can’t wait to read more of your fics because I just know they will be as beautiful as the ones you have already shared with us.

Furthermore, I really like the things you reblog. I also love reading your tags because they’re so funny and relatable. Also, thank you so much for reblogging some of my gifs and drawings. It really means the world to me when people like and reblog my stuff 💙

You’re one of my favourite blogs on here and I hope you never leave the fandom 💙

I’d like to end my post with a drawing for you because when i clicked on your blog, and saw your blog title i just knew i wanted to draw this scene. It’s not my best drawing but I hope you still like it! 💙

All my love,

lisa 💘

[sunsetsover]

'which makes me wonder if it was actually phil doing it for sharon' YES! please die on this hill with me. it's my number one theory right now

omg lemme come over there and join u bc honestly i like the idea of sharon doing it herself but her and phil have been acting sus for WEEKS and she has at least a partial alibi bc she was at karen’s but if she had been planning all of this for weeks/months bc of what dotty told her abt denny?? bc dotty leaving after barely being on screen after the big reveal is also sus. so it would make sense if sharon and phil had some kind of plan to bump off ian and then get the pub as revenge for what he did to denny !!!!