#and i stand by that i rewatched it last week and it slaps

[goldenkid]

'voyage of the damned is bad' well you may have me there. i will not lie you might be objectively correct. but have you considered that it's the best ever and is actually so very iconic

[starsandhughes]

u said blurb day and i heard u loud and clear

blurb of sissy missing jack and he’s sappy abt it bc sissy always seems to miss quinn more

The Ducks had yet to play the Devils this season, so it has been four months since you officially have seen Jack. You were with Trevor in Anaheim the last month of the summer, and Jack didn't exactly have time to drop everything and stop by. The Canucks had played against the Ducks at home a couple of weeks ago, so you've seen Quinn already this season. You always miss him, but you and Jack have both been so busy that even talking to each other hasn't been as frequent as it used to be.

You were laying on the couch scrolling through videos of you and Jack this past summer from your camera roll. You've already rewatched the video of you two doing the tortilla challenge three times and every time you couldn't stop laughing at Jack's face after you slapped him.

"What's got you so giggly?" Trevor asked as he entered the living room. He leaned over the back of the couch for a kiss, so you tilted your head back for a quick one.

"Videos of me and Jack this past summer," you replied. "We've barely talked because our schedules haven't been lining up."

"Aww, is my baby missing her twin?"

"Yes, she is as a matter of fact! Really bad, too!"

"Then it's a good thing that I just happen to know he's not doing anything right now," Trevor said smiling. His smile grew even bigger when he saw you light up at this new information.

You immediately pulled up facetime and called Jack. He picked up on the first ring, and you gasped with the sudden joy you felt seeing him.

"What's up, Sissy?" Jack answered the call.

"Nothing much, I just really miss you," you said earnestly.

Jack gave you a pout, "I miss you, too. I can't remember the last time we've gone this long without seeing each other."

"I'm not sure that we even have," you said sadly. "I hate it. Ditch your team and come over."

"I wish," Jack laughed. "We play the Canucks in two weeks. We'll see each other then."

That was still way too far away, in your opinion. You dramatically made that clear to Jack, but in all honesty, you were trying not to cry. Jack always sees through you though.

"Hey, it'll be okay," Jack cooed. "We have a five-day home stand next week that ends with us playing the Canucks. How about I fly you to Jersey for that week and a half?"

"Really?!" you asked excitedly.

"Yes, really! It starts this Saturday, so I'll book your flight for Friday. How does that sound?"

"Perfect!"

[whatdudtheysay]

|Open relationships| PT.2

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Getou Suguru x Afab reader (fem reader)

Ackkak I haven't written in so long and was gonna do a toji fic to come back but decided to do another part as requested by @cutehobii ❤︎v❤︎

Was gonna make this short but ended up getting longer.(not proofread)

Part 1

Cw - sex, spanking, slighttt angst (not too much), creampie, pussy slapping, throat fucking, nicknames (princess), slight degradation (slut), swearing, kinda cheating??, Unprotected sex, creampie

Outfit inspo

Getou thought you'd have learnt your lesson of being jealous after he reassured you a week ago but you were still salty

. Every Time you tried to lay beside him at night you'd always remember that girl he was with which just made you annoyed.

So you did the most logical thing.

Usually you'd both tell each other if you were gonna sleep or talk to someone random but this time you decided to get a little payback.

"Might be staying at Gojo's if I get too drunk." Getou huffed, pulling a shirt over his built body. "That ok?"

You just shrugged from your place on the bed lightly biting on your manicured nail whilst scrolling through your tiktok for you page. Getou had a weird feeling that you were acting off. Whenever he said he was going over to a friend's house for the night you always got clingy. Sticking to him like a cute koala and whining that you wanted him to spend the night with you. Only now, you were dismissive and not giving him the usual attention.

Getou however just pin pointed it to the fact that you were still a bit annoyed about last week and brushed your behaviour off, grabbing his phone from the bedside table.

"alright. I'll be going now. Bye baby," Getou announced, leaning over you to place a soft kiss against your cheek.

You hummed lightly, watching him leave your shared room. After you heard his car pulling out of the driveway you immediately got up, stripping off your (Getou's) sweatshirt to quickly get into the shower.

You ran through your skincare routine and lathered yourself in Coco buttercream and oil, dressing yourself in a pretty lingerie pajama set you originally bought to surprise getou with (before he pissed you off). Then when you were finally done and smelling amazing, you clambered onto your shared bed and reached for your phone.

You looked through your contacts, smirking to yourself when you noticed one of your prior male encounters was online. Just as you were about to text him, a call came in from Getou.

After hesitating, you answered the call, minimising the screen to you were still able to text your previous one night stand.

"Hey baby," getou greeted, music in the background indicating that he'd definitely got to Gojo's.

"Mhm, hey Getou." You answered, fingers tapping against the screen to continue texting.

"You okay?"

"Of course," you sighed, smiling to yourself when the guy you were texting to confirmed he'd be over later.

"Alright. Just checking in. You seemed....pissed."

"Not anymore. But listen, I gotta go. Text you later."

And with that, you hung up.

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Getou didn't hide his visible confusion, staring at his now, black screen, not even noticing Gojo walk over to him.

"You look stressed, want a beer?"

Getou just shrugged and shook his head.

"Dunno. Feel like somethin's off."

Gojo lightly tilted his head, still clueless.

"Y/n's actin' off." Getou finally sighed, making gojo let out an 'oohh' sound.

"Cause of the party?"

Getou nodded, staring at the movie that played in front of him.

"Well did you apologize?"

That question made getou ponder. He hadn't apologized. Not once. He just believed you'd get over it like previous times.

"No?"

Gojo grimaced. "Well that sounds like a you problem." He concluded, reaching forward for the snack tray he'd put on the coffee table.

Getou suddenly got up, taking the jacket he'd lazily slung against the couch upon entry.

"Hey- where are you goin-?" Gojo asked. "You'll miss the movie."

"I'll rewatch it later," getou dismissed, leaving Gojo's place to quickly get to his car.

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"Mmm, right there," you gasped, digging your nails into his hair. You looked down at the random guy laying beneath you, your panties pushed to the side whilst his fingers were knuckle deep into your cunt whilst his lips were attached to one of your breasts, rolling your nipple between his teeth.

As much as you were trying to enjoy this, it was hard. He didn't know your spots. The ones that had you seeing stars, the ones that had your thighs trembling and tears prickling at your eyes.

Despite this, you were still so close to cumming but you knew you'd need much more to reach your high. You looked down at the man beneath you, pushing him so he was flush against the bed, a hand moving to readjust your top.

"I'm ready now, want you to fuck me,"

Just as he was going to say something, your phone began to buzz from its position on the bedside table, Getou's caller ID catching your attention.

"You gonna answer that-?"

You shook your head, hushing him. "Ignore it."

He hesitantly complied, about to pull his underwear down but got stopped by the room door opening.

Both of you froze, in an equal amount of shock as you stared at Getou, his large frame slightly blocking out the light from the hallway.

"What the fuck is going on here?" He asked harshly, cutting through the thick silence.

The guy underneath you had completely turned pale as he looked between you and your 'boyfriend'.

"Isn't it obvious?" You questioned in a cold tone. "Now can you leave? I don't barge in on you when you fuck random people."

You planned on continuing after he left but part of you knew that was impossible now that getou was here.

His jaw clenched and his gaze fell to the guy beneath you.

"Get the fuck out. Now."

You grumbled when the guy underneath you lightly pushed you off and quickly scrambled for his clothes, trying to ignore the daggers Getou was giving him.

Your prior one night stand quickly left after getou gave him little to nothing space to escape unharmed.

Getou's cold gaze then turned to where you were still lounged on the bed, an annoyed pout on your lips as your brows knitted together.

"What's your problem!?" You finally blew up when you heard the front door open and slam shut.

"My problem!? My problem is that you bought a random guy to fuck over to our house!"

You got off the bed straightening your silky lace top.

"That's kind of how this relationship is supposed to work?" You laughed sarcastically, folding your arms.

"Funny cause you were supposed to let me know?" Getou argued back, closing the distance between you.

You scoffed. "Funny cause you didn't let me know when you were with that girl."

"I didn't even fuck her," getou tried to reason.

"Oh, so it's suddenly not a problem since you didn't get to third base?"

Getou just sighed, still annoyed at your behaviour but he couldn't be mad. Even he knew he was being hypocritical.

"Listen. I'm sorry, ok?" Getou finally apologized, making your brows raise ever so slightly. "Should've told you about the girl and I shouldn't have gotten that mad. I'm sorry baby."

You stared at him blankly, successfully fighting off the small smile of victory that threatened to break way.

"Okay."

"Okay?" Getou questioned.

"Okay."

You walked past him into the conjoined bathroom ready to take a shower and go back to bed, Getou trailing after you like a lost puppy. You moved to get your stuff out for when you finished showering, the sticky reminder of your unreached high against your panties reminding you of what Getou had ruined.

You glanced in the mirror to see Getou already staring at you, his hands moving to wrap around your waist.

You didn't react to this, instead reaching for your toothbrush. Your movements stuttered when you felt Getou's hand slip down to your panties, making you look at him. His eyes were skilled on your ass, rubbing his growing bulge against it whilst his fingers rubbed against your clit.

"Getou." You sighed shakily, trying to move away from him.

"What?" He questioned, still rubbing at your sensitive clit. "Think you could wear this new set just for him?" Getou questioned once more, his voice laced with slight disgust when mentioning the guy you'd been with before.

"Funny how you're jealous-" You were cut off with a slight moan from Getou's hand dipping further, pushing through your soaked folds to enter your entrance.

Getou just clicked his tongue, not wanting to admit how jealous he did feel when he saw you sat on that guy's lap, all pretty and wearing a sexy set. It should've been him. And your annoying quips didn't make anything better.

"Know what?" He hummed, leaning against your ear, lightly biting on the shell of it. "Should train that throat of yours again."

Fear built rapidly in your stomach as getou dragged you back into your shared bedroom, pushing you to the floor whilst he stood in front of you, taking off his belt which he placed on the bed, a little hint that it'd definitely be used later. He then quickly pulled down his jeans and boxers, his hard cock coming into view, your eyes staring up at the tip, saliva already building in your mouth.

You wouldn't mind Getou throat fucking you if it weren't for the fact that he was huge. His cock was heavy and long against your throat, making it the biggest challenge for when you tried to suck him off.

You leaned forward but Getou's hand on your head stopped you.

"What do you say?"

Your face grew warm, avoiding his gaze as you sighed.

"Please can I have it?"

Getou would've preferred you to look at him but decided to be nice, instead, nodding his head. You didn't waste another second, leaning forward to take his thick cock into your eager mouth. Getou groaned, his head tipping back lightly, a large hand moving to push your head deeper.

Your gags made Getou's hips snap into your mouth. You'd only just started to endure the brutal pace but your throat was burning and your eyes were stinging. But Getou paid you no mind, using your throat as he wanted to get himself off, his hold on your hair tightening which caused your scalp to burn.

Luckily, you could tell he was getting close, probably due to the lack of you both sleeping together. So you decided to push through, relaxing your throat as far as you could to let Getou push deeper.

After a few more deep thrusts, you flinched at the sudden hot ropes of cum shooting against your tongue, your brow twitching as you let him roll his hips into your mouth, only pulling out of you when he knew his orgasm was over.

You quickly swallowed the thick load, greedily taking in air afterwards. Getou helped you up onto the bed, kissing you softly despite the fact that you'd just swallowed his kids.

"My pretty princess." He mumbled lightly. He was about to kiss your neck but saw dark bites already there.

Getou's brow twitched. "Fucking bastard."

You raised a brow, looking down at the marks on your shoulder, leading up to your neck.

"What?" You questioned.

"Don't wanna see you with him anymore. That final?"

"Why not?" You questioned, moving your hand up to take out the tie he'd put in his hair, long strands of black hair falling over his face.

"Because. I'm the only one who can mark this pretty body up. You're mine."

A choked gasp left you as he returned to your neck, biting over the former marks more roughly, licking and sucking your sensitive skin, tracing over all the bites the guy prior had left.

"If you don't want any other guy marking me-" you voiced through little gasps and whimpers. "Let's stop this open, ah, relationship shit."

Getou's ear twitched lightly as he moved to press you against the mattress, his hands pulling off your soaked panties, letting them drop against the floor. His eyes raked over you once more before he tugged off his shirt, discarding it without a second thought.

"C'mon, Suguru."

Getou's eyes flickered to your pleading ones at the sound of his name, his cock twitching harder. All you got from him was a slight hum, something he did to let you know he was listening, his hands moving up to your lace shirt, pulling it over your head to reveal your breasts to him.

You watched as he grunted at the sight of light bite marks over your areolas, reminding him of that guy once more.

"Suguru-"

You whimpered a little too loud for your liking when Getou roughly palmed one of your breasts, applying a deliciously painful pleasure whilst his mouth went to take your nipple into his mouth, sucking harshly. Getou's free hand then moved between your legs, spreading them further to gain access to your clit once more, rubbing harsh circles against your aching bud.

"Suguru, mm, are you even-" you moaned loudly when his fingers sunk into you once more, scissoring in and out of you with a fast pace, easily hitting your soft points.

You could no longer speak, all the stimulation making your back arch up to him, a hand weaving into his hair to tug at it whilst your other gripped the sheets. Getou released your nipple that now had a deeper shade of red on it, making your breast feel numb.

"Fuck, already soaked my hand." Getou chuckled, pulling his fingers out of you to show you his hand glistening with your slick. You were surprised when his hand suddenly slapped down against your cunt, making you yelp, an addictive pain running through your clit, making you throb and clench around nothing.

Shamelessly, you rolled your hips up. "Please, Suguru, need to cum so badd."

Getou laid another harsh slap onto your cunt, making your eyes water. Despite the harsh treatment, it only fueled your orgasm more. Just one more slap would send you over the edge.

Unluckily for you though, Getou could tell you were just about to fall over and come undone, instead pushing his fingers deeply into you, curling right up against your sweet spot.

That was your breaking point. You let out a loud moan, releasing into his palm as your eyes rolled back, your tongue lewdly lolling out at the amounts of pleasure shooting through you.

Getou helped you ride out your high until you slumped against the bed in exhaustion, squirming under him when he gave you a few last pumps.

Finally, he retracted his fingers, letting himself have a taste of your honeyed arousal, moaning just at the taste of your essence.

The sound of getou shuffling on top of you made you refocus, looking up to see Getou towered over you. Before you could speak, he grabbed you by the hand and turned you over so you were on your stomach, easily lifting your hips up and forcing you into a difficult arch.

"Gonna fuck this pussy so good. You'll only be able to think of me." Getou huffed, tugging your arms behind your back so he could wrap them in his belt, tightening it until the leather dug into your arms.

That was the mini warning you got before Getou bottomed out in one thrust, making your eyes widen suddenly, eyes rolling back as he began to thrust roughly, not giving your poor pussy a chance with his only task being that he wanted to annihilate your little hole.

"Shit, you're sucking me in, you must love this hm?"

You groaned, balling your hands into fists against the cool sheets.

"Because I just came, you asshole-" you cursed, your sentences coming out slightly broken up due to the rough backshots he was giving you.

"Came or not, your pussy's lovin' this. You were gonna let that other guy enjoy this?" Getou groaned, letting his hand slap down against your ass, making you cry out.

You would've snapped back at him but it all felt so good that you couldn't stop moaning even if you wanted to.

"Cat got your tongue princess?" Getou asked, suddenly stopping which made you whine.

His hand moved to grip at your hair, tugging you up against him.

"Answer me, slut." Getou murmured against your ear.

You shook your head quickly. "No, please just lemme cum again," you begged, your head becoming mushy.

Getou pushed you back against the bed, forcing you back into that arch before continuing his brutal pace on your cunt.

"Haven't even made you cum again and you've already gone dumb. Such a slut for me. My dicks got you thinking with your pussy hm?"

You nodded quickly, pushing your hips back the best you could to match his thrusts even though you knew the ache you'd feel tomorrow would be more than painful.

"That's fucking right," getou groaned, hips stuttering at your hole suddenly clenching around him. "All mine, right?"

Your logical thoughts would be to question that but instead you just nodded, not even able to properly comprehend what he'd just asked.

Getou snapped his hips against you harder, grunting and moaning along with you, despite your sounds being louder. He just hoped you both wouldn't get noise complaints from your neighbours.

Getou's hand moved to rub at your clit, making you writhe underneath him.

"Fuck, Suguru, I'm gonna-" you tried warning him through shallow pants and moans. "Somethin's gonna-"

Getou caught onto your hint, thrusting deeply into you further before pulling out to rub against your clit. Your body shook as you squirted against the sheets and Getou's hand, tears finally falling as you buried your face into the bed.

Getou however, didn't stop rubbing against you, amazed at how much you'd came, his eyes focusing on the last bits of squirt that came out of you, then at the large damp puddle on the sheets, he was surprised he hadn't came just from the sight alone.

"Fuck, that was so hot baby."

You huffed deeply, even more tired from before. Sadly you weren't done. Getou pushed himself back into your sopping cunt, making you cry out once more.

"Shhh, it's ok, love, fuck, it's ok." Getou hushed you, pounding his cock deeply into your warm walls, chasing after his orgasm as your walls hugged him nicely.

You gripped the sheets tightly, biting into the pillow to muffle your sounds as Getou used you like a toy.

"Shit," Getou cursed speeding up his already fast pace, his nails digging into your waist, threatening to break skin.

Finally, he pushed his hips flush against your ass, his cum filling you up. You shivered lightly, making Getou moan, his hand rubbing your ass soothingly.

You finally moved from the pillow, glancing back at him to see he was still fully sheathed inside you as he leaned over to grab your phone, easily unlocking it.

You were a bit confused but this dulled when you saw him turn the flash on, making you blush, burying your face back into the pillow as he recorded you.

Getou pulled out slowly, recording the way thick loads of his cum poured out of you and slipped down your thighs.

He finally ended the video, putting your phone back onto the table before turning you over so you were once again laid on your back, staring up at him.

Getou relished in your aftermath, enjoying your new bite marks, your tears, the sweat on your body, his cum buried deeply in your womb. It got him hard all over again.

"Getou..." Your voice made him look back up at you. "Will you at least consider it?

He shook his head, making your hope die down.

"No need. I've already made my mind up." He concluded, letting himself slide back into you with ease. "You're all mine now."

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Tysm for reading and sorry for taking such a long break just been busy with exams 😭😭⚰️ - A/n

[gibblegabber]

guys i really don’t think i can make it further than this

VI: YEA!!! YEAAAAAAA!!! ok I didn’t realize til rewatching it but it wasn’t the fourth one it’s the SIXTH one that’s my favorite. by far. this movie slaps. the concept is good. cera’s um… cousins? are so cute. and then they’re not in the next movie for some FUCKING reason. the lone dinosaur song is SOOOOOO GOOOOOD. it was my fav as a kid and i used to change the lyrics to whatever my obsession of the week was. like i think one week my favorite pokemon was articuno so i sang “the lone articuno”. kids’ brains are weird especially mine. anyways. I really think they nailed the plot here. pacing good (which they normally suck at), saurus rock breaking and causing bad luck was a neat concept, doc(?) saving littlefoot a bunch of times, the whole like…here’s the superhero idea but for dinos in a world long before superheroes idk man I liked it. it’s good. 12/10

VII: aaaaaand this one sucked so bad I couldn’t even watch it. six came out in 1998 this one came out in 2000 and the difference is INSANE. same director but doesn’t feel like it. pacing garbage. petri needs to shut up for 5 seconds ffs. the villains and conflict are obvious. the start and title of the movie sets you up to be interested in the rock and they only really get back to the rock in the last 10 minutes. they are a little self aware here like they poke fun at ducky’s speech patterns and stuff. music absolutely abysmal. I’m sorry but HOW do you go from an absolute banger to this. AND WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED AT THE END. WERE THEY ALIENS???? WHAT— maybe I missed something bc I spent the movie on my phone I was so bored. but WTF. 2/10

don’t stand by I don’t wanna watch anymore but my husband peeked at future plots and says I HAVE to watch until at least the 10th movie

[dramallamas]

Rewatching Beyond Evil and I’m taking (somewhat) unserious notes! Enjoy my brain worms.

Episode 1 || Next Episode

Ooooo dead body

Mad to think that when I first saw Jihoon’s actor he was playing a bully. This is a complete 180 and he does both roles well.

Intense middle aged running with intense music

(Spongebob style) Flashback~

Ah a church. You will never catch me there

The song they’re singing is oddly fitting to the theme of the show sans the whole God thing

We don’t stan Dongsik slander in this household.

Lee Dohyun <3

The signs in this flashback. The shot of the guitar pick, Kang Jinmuk being seen a lot but in the background, Bang Juseon being rude to Dongsik, Dongsik telling Yuyeon to leave at night (aka he had “motive”) etc

Lee twins crumbs I love it.

The cold filter when Dongsiks mum finds yuyeons fingertips nice touch

The title being “(to) Appear" mwah nice

Love the shots of how everything is “worse”when we transition to Dongsik now

Oct 11 2020 remember that me

HERE HE IS ITS JUWON

Dongsik saying stop in english <3

Pls the dramatic slow mo 🤣

Dongsik is a true justice/law upholder. Never letting things slide if its wrong. He and juwon are alike in that sense.

“Many a mickle makes a muckle” netflix what does that mean???? Like i get it but ive never heard that saying in my life

Everyone turns to see Juwon par Dongsik… that is until he speaks.

Juwon judging people and things right off the bat. Bro is not amused.

Technically Juwon is higher rank than Dongsik because Dongsik is assistant inspector and Juwon is flat out inspector

Dongsik immediately knew something was up as soon as he heard who Juwon’s dad is.

Juwon’s first impression of Dongsik is that he is intelligent and follows the law like rulebook when dealing with people (ofc he also thinks he is a murderer and should avoid someone like him and has already decided he hates his guts)

The tension starts as soon as Juwon drives past Dongsik. They immediately are making notes on each other

YOO JAEYI MY GIRLBOSS BELOVED. She is so much more clever than people give her credit for.

Jeongje and Dongsik being best friends…

OH JIHWA ^^

I love the manyang crew interactions.

“He’s not my type” not now… but he will be. you have no idea whats coming for you, Dongsik

Ew Hna Kihwan

I love these dinner scenes with Juwon. They so clearly reflect him and his attitude at the time as well as his relationship with his dad as well as how they change over the show.

아버지 and not 아빠 really emphasises the father-son relationship they have (or lack thereof)

Their first interaction and they already dont like each other.

Everyone sucking up to Juwon and trying to work with him and hes like yeah… no. Y’all are weird.

THEN GETS OFFENDED WHEN DONGSIK SAYS HE DOESNT WANNA WORK WITH HIM LMAOO

so hes like… two can play at this game bitch and calls Dongsik a nutjob.

Their reaction when Sangbae pairs them up is top tier

Juwons inner thoughts: “Day one… fuck my life”

Dongsik started teasing Juwon off the bat

They both have a super impressive memory wtf

“There are no secrets in this town. You are always being watched by someone.”

Dongsik nags Juwon about his aggressive driving and immediately drives aggressively because he can

Ah the reed field…

Juwon traipsing through the mud was me last week when I had to walk home (our area flooded)

We dont give the score for this show enough credit its so good like

“Why did you just stand there when a gust of wind was coming? You’ll learn once it slaps you in the face.” Metaphorrrrrrr

Juwon is already accusing Dongsik like 40mins into the ep like damn

Fresh out the shower dongsik is so yes.

Juwon in that white jumped is also a yes.

Mate respectfully I don’t think you got how relationships work. “People at my school or in my hometown want to be my friends by showing me unwanted kindness or attention. But at get-togethers they all talk about what I have or my connections. They gossip and laugh about it. In the end they all come to me for favours.” Dongsik is right in asking “Is it that simple?” Because it isn’t. (I will make a full post about this omg)

“What could you possibly have that makes you think you are the most important person in the universe?” THE MEANINGS OMG

Man gets so offended when people are like you have mysophobia then ends up roped into a get together.

Juwon trying to text a fake excuse to get out of the get together is so me because I have done that (its the anxiety for me)

Juwon is so awkward bless him.

“You’re supposed to stay glued to your partner all day, and know the colour of his underpants.” Dw Jihoon Juwon will learn ;)

Everyone clapping for Jinmuk and calling him the most important guy in manyang…

Juwon not liking his dad being brought up and Dongsik joking about it to diffuse the situation and also poke at Juwon

All important scenes happen when it rains.

Juwon quickly learns to not believe what dongsik says half the time XD

“I don’t want you to like me.” “It’s up to me to like someone or not.”

“Leave before you get caught.” What interesting phrasing Dongsik

Ah yes the Juwon and Hyeok brother dynamic. I find it interesting and think its an underrated Juwon relationship.

Hyeok trying be Han Kihwans son and Juwon is like “dont. Trust me.”

We mention Dongsiks wall of notes and stuff on the Yuyeon etc case but we dont talk about Juwons enough. Mf has two. Two fricken boards. One he makes in his closet (?) above his computer and the other next to his bed.

The! Score! Ugh im a lover

It takes a whole day to get to the reed field this time??? Cause he arrived in the morning (i assume) at the police station and then the sun is set by the time he gets there. I think he may have procrastinated bc of the mud or he actually arrived in the afternoon and the sun sets ridiculously early in late october?

Juwon getting jumpscared by Dongsik again XD

I love how this episode brings us full loop to the start of the episode but includes Juwon the second time to add fresh perspective and the aftermath.

Juwon’s step back and shaky hand is a give away that he knows her and Dongsik immediately picks up on it. Yet Dongsik tells Jihoon to leave knowing this must be a secret.

And Juwon doesn’t miss a beat when Dongsik says its a woman. They’re both one upping each other all the time

We give Juwon shit for constantly grabbing juwons collar/shirt but Dongsik did it first! (And it was hot because he smooths out Juwons shirt after) Juwon just copied and repeated.

And Dongsik quickly realises why Juwon is in Manyang and decides to just play with him and be a little shit.

Mate you guys are at the first ep and already in each other’s faces

Ok fin see you next episode ^^

[nerdforestgirl]

Note: I didn’t do the whole Fluff Crawlspace thing this year, but today is still the 13th anniversary of the introduction of Amy Farrah Fowler. I don’t expect anyone to actually read this, but I still wanted to mark the occasion. Here’s one for old time’s sake if I still have any Shamy followers here.

Sheldon was sitting in his old apartment, playing video games with Leonard, Howard and Raj for their monthly video game night. He missed the place more now that he lived a few miles away in a house with Amy, but unlike Leonard and Penny who had a second bedroom for their son, Sheldon and Amy had to move as soon as they saw that second pink line on Amy's pregnancy test.

Still, he had this place. Where he lived for years with Leonard and then later also Penny. It didn't really feel like home anymore, but the comfort was still nice. Especially when things just seemed like they wouldn't stop changing. In the years since he won his Nobel, he and Amy had moved, had their son Leonard, and written a book together. It was a lot to happen in just four short years, but at least Sheldon still had his friends and his wife.

Speaking of his wife, Sheldon looked down at his watch. It was ticking close to nine.

“Oh, crud!” Sheldon said to no one in particular.

“Language, Sheldon,” Penny teased from the floor where she was playing with her son. They were working on a Duplo Lego taller than the boy.

“Sorry,” Sheldon said. He hated cursing in front of the kids. “Amy is going to kill me. The Last of Us starts in ten minutes, and the bus ride home will be nearly twice that long.”

“So? She doesn't like your nerd stuff,” Penny pointed out.

“She's really come around on many of my favorite shows. She insists on watching both The Last of Us and The Mandalorian every week,” Sheldon explained.

Howard, Raj, and Leonard all started laughing.

Sheldon looked around at his friends who all seemed to be laughing at him. He didn't understand what he said that was so funny. It was true that Amy had never been particularly into his interests, but she did enjoy both shows a great deal.

“You know what they say, if your girl watches The Last of Us and The Mandalorian, she's not your girl. She's Pedro Pascal's girl,” Leonard explained.

“No,” Sheldon argued, but it was true that those were the only shows that Amy enjoyed watching with him now. Plus she had recently suggested that they rewatch Game of Thrones. “No,” Sheldon said again in realization. Then he got up and ran down the stairs to catch a bus home. The elevator, broken for so long, still worked after being repaired. Sheldon just didn't have time to wait for it.

When Sheldon got home, Amy was creeping out of little Leonard's room. She must have just gotten the baby to sleep, so Sheldon pulled Amy away from the baby's door. He had spent enough sleepless nights with Leonard that even he would slap himself across his face for waking the boy.

“What's up?” Amy asked.

“Are you in love with Pedro Pascal?” Sheldon asked.

Amy let out a sigh and pitched the bridge of her nose. “Sheldon, I have never met Pedro Pascal,” she reminded him. She never knew where something like this came from with him.

“You didn't answer the question,” Sheldon said.

“No. I'm not in love with a man I've never met in my life. I'm in love with the crazy one standing in front of me now. You know, my husband and the father of my child,” Amy said.

Then it came back to Sheldon in a flash. The conception of said child. It was right after Sheldon came home from Comic-Con. When he was dressed as Din Djarin, the character played by Pedro Pascal. He came home that night, and Amy couldn't keep her hands off of Sheldon.

“The Mandalorian fathered my child!” Sheldon accused with a finger pointed at Amy.

“Sheldon, look at me. You fathered Leonard. He's your son. What has gotten into you?”

“The guys said that you only watch The Last of Us and The Mandalorian with me because you love Pedro Pascal,” Sheldon finally explained.

That was something that Amy could finally understand. And it wasn't exactly false. Amy had had a bit of a thing for Pedro Pascal since he was Oberyn Martell in Game of Thrones. That didn't mean she was cheating on Sheldon. As far as her husband went, it mostly meant that she wished he'd grow a mustache. She wouldn't leave Sheldon for a movie star.

“Sheldon, he's a handsome man. So are you. Don't you ever want to watch something because someone in it is attractive?” Amy asked as she gently rubbed her husband's arm. Then she remembered who she was talking to. The only person on the planet she had ever heard him express attraction to was her. It made her feel a little dirty thinking about that because Sheldon was a lot of things, any loyal was number one.

“Can we still watch The Last of Us? I'm actually invested in the story now,” Amy said. The characters were facing a pretty big cliffhanger, and the previous week had mostly been a flashback. Amy really needed to know how it all ended.

“Yes,” Sheldon agreed. Mostly because he wanted to keep watching. Unlike Amy, he knew what would happen next because he played the game. He still wanted to watch it play out on screen.

“Good. And he's not more handsome than you,” Amy promised, but she had her fingers crossed behind her back. She didn't quite believe it. It was still what Sheldon needed to hear.

Two months later, Amy and Sheldon needed to fly to New York for a meeting about the paperback version of their book. Originally only Sheldon was going to go, but Leonard and Penny offered to watch Leonard. They insisted that Sheldon and Amy needed a couple days away with a big comfy bed, plenty of sleep, and maybe a few other things together. And what better place than where Sheldon and Amy spent their honeymoon.

“That guy looks like Pedro Pascal,” Amy muttered to Sheldon as they waited for their plane to New York. It wasn't exactly uncommon for them to see famous people in the first class lounge the publisher paid for, but Amy only thought the man bared a passing resemblance.

After their minor fight, Sheldon had mostly not brought up Pedro Pascal or her possible attraction to him after that. He just wouldn't allow them to make love after watching anything he was in. That was fine with Amy. Fungal zombies didn't exactly put her in the mood anyway.

Sheldon looked at the guy for a moment, but didn't say anything to Amy. Instead, he got up and stomped over to the guy Amy thought looked like Pedro Pascal. Amy was alarmed, so she followed him.

“You stay away from my wife,” Sheldon said in a firm voice as they got closer.

Amy realized in horror that the man she thought looked like Pedro Pascal was Pedro Pascal. She slid behind Sheldon in complete embarrassment, but she also pulled on his arm. Anything to get out of this situation.

“Excuse me?” Pedro Pascal said. He had been minding his own business up until then, and he was sure he had never seen this man before in his life.

“You stay away from my wife,” Sheldon repeated.

“Sheldon, we really don't need a headline saying Nobel Laureate fights Pedro Pascal at LAX,” Amy reminded him. Sheldon still often forgot that he was a public figure now. It didn't matter much in their normal life, but the press would eat this up. Plus, they might both have tenure now, but that didn't mean they couldn't be fired for something completely off the deep end like fighting one of the most famous men in the country at the airport.

Sheldon looked down at Amy and nodded. After a moment, he turned back to walk to where they abandoned their bags before they could be reported as such to security. She could still talk a small amount of sense into him on occasion, and Amy said a quick prayer of thanks that today was one of those times.

“I'm really sorry, Mr. Pascal. My husband and I are actually big fans. He just knows that I have a little bit of a crush on you. I don't know what got into him,” Amy lied. She knew full well that what got into Sheldon was Sheldon.

“Is that guy really a Nobel Laureate?” Pedro Pascal asked Amy.

“Yeah. We both won the Nobel Prize in physics a few years ago,” Amy said with a small smile. She thought about asking for a selfie, but she had already taken up enough of Pedro Pascal's time. She rejoined her husband, and worked to distract him until it was time to board their flight. She prayed they weren't sitting anywhere near Pedro Pascal.

A couple nights later, Amy was snuggled up to Sheldon's side watching one of those late night TV talk shows. They only watched them when little Leonard was having trouble going down to sleep because they were on late and Sheldon refused to have a TV in their bedroom. However, there was a TV here in the hotel room for Amy to flip through channels. She stopped when she saw a familiar face on the screen.

“And it turns out both he and the wife are Nobel Laureates, I swear to God,” Pedro Pascal said to the host.

“Oh no,” Amy said. Then she saw her phone light up. The name of the caller was President Seibert.

[disabled-dean]

Tell me about s6 WIP? Currently in s6 on my rewatch

Ooohokay the premise is that Dean becomes convinced that Cas is watching him during s6 while he's living with Lisa, so he starts like, pointedly acting out to prove how good and fine he is and amazing his life is. So like, he finally gets out of bed and showers and cleans his room and goes shopping to start- like see I'm not depressed I'm doing great fuck you. And then he starts crafting all of these heavily romantic moments with Lisa to be like, my suberban fever dream IS perfect actually thank you for asking.

Meanwhile Lisa is totally oblivious to the fact that Dean thinks they're dating (because he's just like, some guy she let stay in her guest room) and is like, going on dates and having girls nights and living her best life.

Eventually, Lisa is like, "Sweetie I'm so glad you're doing a little better, maybe i's time to talk about what comes next." 

And Dean is like, "What do you mean what comes next we're in love" 

And Lisa is like, "Are we?" 

And Dean has to face what love actually means to him- and it's NOT the performative, bringing home flowers and mowing the lawn type situation he has going on with Lisa.

Cas on the other hand totally falls for it and eventually shows up pissed like, why the fuck are you rubbing this in my face?!

And then I'm assuming they have a dramatic realization of mutual pining. Here are some excerpts:

But Cas can’t be watching him, because he’s off somewhere saving the world. Which is fine with Dean. Let someone else do it for once. He rolls over and goes back to sleep. 

Something tugs at him, pulls at the back of his mind, tugs him up and out of sleep until he’s blinking filmy eyes against the thin yellow sunlight. Because if Cas *is* watching him, then he sure as shit isn’t watching him sleep. He sits up, ignores the painful twist at the small of his back, throws the covers off of his legs and hauls himself to his feet.

. . . .

He has dinner waiting for Lisa when she gets home.

“This is very sweet, but I already ate. The girls and I got dinner after class.”

“What?”

“Dean,” she says, carefully like she doesn’t know how to break it to him, “you haven’t gotten out of bed for the last few weeks, I thought-”

“I’ve gotten out of bed!

Dean sits and eats dinner alone. He’s glad Cas probably isn’t watching, so he probably isn’t seeing this."

. . . .

"Lisa pauses at the foot of the stairs, keeping her balance with her hand on the railing as she toes into her heels. Her long brown hair falls soft over one shoulder.

"I'm going out actually, but that sounds fun."

Dean slaps his hands on the tops of his thighs,

"Great," he says, with forced gusto, "I'll watch Ben."

Lisa gives him a funny look,

"Ben is with his grandparents," 

Dean frowns. Ben was definitely here when he got here. He's got a distinct memory of him running into the livingroom on that first night, Dean slunped over on the couch with his head in his hands. The next week is something of a blur, but he thinks he saw him in the kitchen once, right after, and later in the yard fucking around with some of the other kids from the neighborhood.  But since then… he rubs at his aching forehead. 

"Dean?" Lisa has abandoned her heels and has come to stand before him. Dean doesn't recognize her perfume. 

"Yeah," he says, forcing a smile onto his face. He drops his hand back to his side with a small shake, "You look nice."

Lisa frowns up at him, 

"Are you feeling okay? Maybe you should lie down."

[infinite-wanders]

20, 21, 25, and 26

20: A song that has many meanings to you

Fast Car - Tracy Chapman

The storytelling in this song is timeless and relatable as something I had experienced myself. It's bitter-sweet and healing depending where you are in life listening to this song.

I remember listening to the original with my parents when I was young. If my life was a tv show, this song would have been played in yhe background as foreshadowing. Fast track to 2014 hearing Jonas Blue's cover and it's just uplifting nostalgia. Skyway's 2015 cover [titled: Back in the 80s this song ruled] on repeat healed me like Blink 182 headlining Coachella.

21 : A favorite song with a person’s name in the title

Unsaid Emily - Luke Patterson / Sunset Curve (from Netflix's Julie and the Phantoms)

Honestly, it's a damn shame this show did not get renewed for a second season. The music and acting was brilliant and just 😘👌

I sobbed so hard when I first heard this song, and I still tear up after my 100th rewatch of JATP.

Special mention to Helena by MCR. I saw them again last month and Gerard still slaps my emo heart.

25: A song by an artist no longer living

Talk You Down - The Script

I'm honestly still so devastated of Mark's passing this week. Such talent and so young. He wrote so many of my favourite songs.

I've seen the Script live that many times I almost needed a third hand to count. They never miss. I'll always hold onto those memories and feelings, and so grateful to have met him.

Rest in peace, Mark.

26: A song that makes you want to fall in love

18 - One Direction

This song just makes me nostalgic and still brings all the warm and fuzzy that you feel when falling in love.

I remember 2013, standing on the concert floor for 1D. 18 started playing as we waited for the boys and all the fans started singing along, and it's a feeling I won't ever forget. Also, I've known my partner since highschool and been married for 8 years now ❤️

[ncityrave]

Operation: First Kiss

Pairing: Mark Lee x Fem Reader

Genre: Super fluff. Little bit of first kiss angst. Some interaction between Dreamies and 127.

Synopsis: Mark turns to his friends for help to build up the courage for his relationship's first kiss.

Warnings: A little bit of cussing.

Word Count: 4.4k

Masterlist

A/N: I had so much fun with this and I think I may have went overboard but oh well HNGGG based off this req ☺️

Friday nights brought you bliss beyond compare. It meant no work, sleeping in the next day, and movie nights with Mark. With your legs stretched across his lap, his fingers lazily drawing lines along your skin, you couldn’t think of any better way to relax into the weekend.

So, as The Proposal played on your television screen - and even when this was the nth time the two of you had seen the film because he insisted on rewatching the romantic comedy - contentment was all that filled your mind.

As the film comes to an end, Mark looks over to check the time on his phone. “Woah, okay it’s getting late. I think I should go,” he says, setting your legs aside and standing up. Nodding, you join and walk with him to your door to say your goodbyes.

“We still on for next week?” he asks, turning around and looking at you.

You let out a hum, pursing your lips. Acting as if it was taking some serious mental power to answer his question. “That depends, can I pick the movie next time?” you laugh at him.

“I thought you liked The Proposal,” he pouts.

“I do! I do, really. But I’m one watch away from being able to recite the entire thing by heart. Plus, I heard The Conjuring 3 is pretty scary and I’m in the mood for a good scare,” you reply, reaching up to hold his face in your hands.

“Babe, if you wanted me to cuddle you, you can always just ask,” he smirks over at your flustered face.

“You wish. I can take care of myself, thank you very much,” you answer back, playfully slapping his cheek.

“Okay, if you insist,” he says, lifting his arms up in defeat.

A comfortable silence engulfs the space between your two bodies. You’re the first to speak up, simply saying, “Well, good night, Mark.”

“Good night. Sleep well, Y/N.”

The two of you beam at each other and while you were contemplating whether this was finally the perfect moment to seal the relationship with a kiss, alarms were going off in Mark’s head.

Mark was quite literally running around panicked circles in his mind. The two of you had been dating for around 3 months but were yet to have your first kiss. It’s not like he didn’t like you - quite the opposite, actually. But for some reason, he had been having a hard time building up the courage to do so.

This was his first real relationship since becoming an idol, so even when he put up this smooth and chill act for the public, he was still your average 21-year-old struggling to initiate intimacy with the girl he had started to fall for.

Does she want me to kiss her? What if I'm reading the signals wrong? Oh God, what if she thinks I'm a bad kisser? What happened to the Mark that was flirting with her literally 5 seconds ago? Dammit, Mark. Make a move!

Mark notices you start to lean in, eyes trained on his lips. But at the last second he pulls you into a sudden bear hug.

You freeze in his arms, eyes wide in shock. This was definitely not what you were expecting. You wrap your arms around his torso and give in to his hug anyway, albeit feeling stiff in his arms. As you pull back and smile up at him, you couldn’t help but notice the flush starting to form across his face.

“Well, um, yeah. Good night. I’ll text you once I’m back at the dorm.” He reaches an arm out to pat you gently on the head. The two of you stand there awkwardly before he starts stepping away from your doorframe, waving a small goodbye.

The last thing he sees before your door closes is the way you cock your head in confusion as to what just happened.

Nice going, man.

“Hey, lover boy!” Johnny exclaims as Mark walks into the dorm room. “How was it?”

“It was good, yeah. We had fun. Watched The Proposal again, spent some time alone together.”

“Oh. Alone.” At that, the older male suggestively wags his eyebrows over at Mark.

“Hyung, no. Gross,” Mark says with a scowl on his face. All Johnny does is laugh, walking over to hang an arm around Mark’s shoulder and drag him into the living area.

“What’s going on?” Doyoung asks as he hears the two enter the common space. He sits with Haechan, Renjun and Jaemin playing what seems to be Uno. “Oh, hey Mark.”

“Mark just got back. From a movie date. With Y/N,” Johnny announces and at that, all heads turn to him.

Haechan is the first to get up, sprinting over to where Mark and Johnny stand. He grabs Mark’s face and starts moving him around, inspecting his neck and collarbones. “I’m just checking to see if the make-up artists need anything extra to cover up soon,” he comments. Mark lifts his arms to shoo the younger male away, face contorted in a grimace.

“Haechan, nothing happened. We just watched a movie!”

“That’s exactly what someone who just didn’t ‘just watch a movie' would say,” Haechan responds, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yeah, you can tell us. It’s not like nothing’s happened between you two. You’ve been dating for what? Three? Four months now?” Renjun pipes.

Mark lets out an exasperated sigh. “We watched a movie, we were huddled together on her couch -”

“Oh, huddled together. Sexy,” Jaemin exclaims.

Mark looks over at him pointedly before saying, “And that’s it!”

“Oh, not so sexy.”

“Give him some space. He can manage his own relationship, right?” asks Johnny. Mark stays silent, looking down at his feet. The air in the room changes and everyone can sense he’s keeping some vital information about his night with you.

“She tried to kiss me and...and I chickened out.” A collective gasp is heard around the room. Johnny steps back to get a good look at Mark, brandishing an expression that could only be interpreted as “are you sure?”

Mark continues on with the story, he’d already dug a hole for himself might as well keep going. “Hugged her instead and patted her on the head. Who the hell pats their girlfriend on the head?”

“Same question,” remarks Renjun.

From across the hallway, a figure can be seen walking towards the common area. Jaehyun appears with a confused look on his face, clearly not expecting such commotion to be happening this late into the night. “What’s going on?”

“Mark hasn’t kissed Y/N yet!” screams Jaemin.

“Really?”

“It’s really not that big of a deal.” Mark walks over to sit in between Jaemin and Renjun, hands over his face to hide his embarrassment. The others follow-suit, huddling around the young boy as he tries to recollect his thoughts. He knew it wasn’t the most ideal situation to be with someone for so long yet not have even had one kiss.

“Damn, Mark got no game,” Renjun jokes from where he’s seated.

“And you do?” Mark snidely comments.

“No, but that’s beside the point,” the younger one quickly retorts.

“For real? Like not even a peck?” asks Jaehyun and Mark simply shakes his head in decline, visibly troubled. The others wait for him to continue on with the conversation, leaning in towards his direction as if he was about to share some deep, dark secret.

“This is going to sound really corny but, I’ve been trying to wait for the right moment and - and, I don’t know. I think I’ve been waiting too long.” Mark looks up to find 6 pairs of eyes on him. Might as well invite the rest of the group into this little emergency meeting, he thinks to himself.

“Maybe you just need to practice. Do you wanna practice on me?” Haechan says, jokingly leaning in before Mark shoves his face away.

“Dude!”

“I was only trying to help!” Haechan exclaims, slumping back into his seat.

“Mark, how much do you like this girl?” Doyoung quietly asks, feeling sympathy over the predicament his younger friend had found himself in.

There was no hesitation in his voice as he replied, “So much, hyung. I know this is my first relationship in a long time, but that’s exactly why I didn’t wanna screw things up with her. She’s in my mind all the time and I want to - I want to...ugh! I want to make things right with her. I think she thinks I don’t like her because I basically avoided her kiss like it was Covid. I’m so stupid.” He looks up at them for the first time since sitting down, eyes practically begging for help.

“Okay,” Johnny says. “When’s the next time you two are seeing each other?”

“Next week, another movie night.”

“Perfect! That’s more than enough time.” Johnny calls over Jaehyun and Doyoung to his side. The three huddle over, whispering amongst themselves. The younger members all look in confusion, attempting to catch on to whatever plan the older males were devising.

“Whatever it is you three are talking about, I already don’t like it,” Mark remarks, eyebrows scrunched together. Johnny, Jaehyun, and Doyoung turn back to face everyone else in the room. It’s Jaehyun who steps forward first, clasping his hands together and clearing his throat as if preparing for a grand presentation.

“Mark Lee, you may have no game -”

“Hey!”

“But!” he interrupts, index finger sassily raised. “At least you have us to help you,” Jaehyun gestures towards everyone in the room.

“Hyung, I don’t remember agreeing to take part in this,” Jaemin comments.

“Irrelevant! We’re going to need all the help we can get.” Johnny steps up, Jaehyun and Doyoung giggling from behind him. “I announce that ‘Operation: First Kiss’ shall commence.”

The week had passed by in a blur and Mark had a couple of hours to spare before he’d eventually head over to your apartment for the usual movie night arrangements. Well, Mark and his six other bandmates had a couple of hours to spare before the usual movie night arrangements.

After the young boy had opened up about his “relationship issues,” his friends were pretty adamant in helping out. Maybe a little bit too adamant.

Operation: First Kiss consisted of two ridiculous - but according to Johnny, necessary - phases.

The first involved Haechan, Renjun, and Jaemin helping Mark put together an outfit that he could wear for the night, because according to the older members: “nothing attracts girls to their boyfriends more than looking suave!”

Mark heavily opposed though, claiming that an outfit change wasn’t necessary for a simple movie night, especially when the two of you have traditionally spent it in loungewear.

“Is that what you think? That your first kiss is ‘simple’?” Jaemin accuses.

“What? No! Of course not,” Mark says back.

“Then let us do our job!” Renjun exclaims, dumping a pile of clothes in Mark’s arms and shoving him back into his bedroom to change. In the end, the four boys settled for a combination of khaki pants, a white graphic tee, and a dark green bomber jacket. Aside from that, his friends had even worked meticulously on his hair and even his choice in perfume.

The second phase involved Johnny, Doyoung, and Jaehyun sitting the rapper down to run through do’s and don'ts for the night that awaited him. “Overwhelmed” was an appropriate term to describe how he was feeling at the moment.

“First thing’s first, you have to make sure your breath is fresh. You don’t want to ruin a romantic evening because your mouth smells like a dumpster,” Johnny says, pulling out an unopened pack of Tic Tac and sliding it into Mark’s hands.

“You two are watching a movie, so make sure you get real close to her. Really set the mood, you wanna cup her face before swooping in,” Doyoung remarks.

“But don’t just grab her face, do it really gently,” adds Jaehyun. “And don’t just force the kiss, lean in slowly so it’s super romantic.”

“Go easy on the tongue!” Johnny comments.

“But also not too easy,” Jaehyun notes, winking subtly over at Mark’s direction.

“Have you thought about how long you want the kiss to last?” Doyoung questions, to which Mark widens his eyes as he shakes his head.

“Does that matter?” he asks.

“Of course it does!”

“He can just wait for Y/N to pull back for extra measure,” Mark hears Jaehyun say.

“Good idea, initiate the kiss but make her lead it so you don’t overload her.”

Mark isn’t sure where the conversation has gone as he zones out. Worry starts filling his chest as he ponders over the insane amount of rules he has to remember for one kiss. Then again, it wasn’t just one kiss - it was his first kiss with you.

“I’m really nervous,” he blurts out and the three of them turn over to him, noticing how he’s cowered into himself.

“Hey, man. Don’t worry about it. You like her, she likes you. That’s all that matters,” Johnny says, reaching out to pat him on the shoulder, offering him a small smile of comfort.

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. I can do this,” Mark whispers quietly, more to assure himself than his friends.

The night had finally settled onto the city and Mark had an hour before heading to your place. He found himself seated in front of Haechan, who was working overtime to style his hair.

“This is worse than working with our stylists,” he grumbles as Haechan tugs on his locks, working in the wax in an attempt to make Mark look presentable.

“Gee, Mark. You’re so grateful! It’s absolutely not an issue that I’m spending my Friday evening with you, this pot of hair wax, and your bleach-fried head.”

Before he could bark out another comment, Jaemin rushes into his bedroom. He holds with him an obnoxiously large bouquet of flowers, beaming down at the two other boys as if he discovered the secret to all Mark’s problems. “Here,” he says, shoving the bouquet into Mark’s arms.

“Thank you?”

“You’re welcome,” the other replies, nodding as if he was so pleased with what he had done.

“Jaem, what the hell is this?” Haechan remarks, staring down at the assortment of flowers.

“Flowers, Haechan. Not that I’d expect you to understand the inner workings of true romantics.” He winks down at Mark, nudging him slightly.

Just as Haechan is about to catapult the pot of wax he had been holding towards Jaemin, the three boys hear a phone ring. Looking down, Mark notices it’s coming from his phone - and it was you calling.

“Shhh! Shut up!” Mark exclaims, jumping from his seat to grab his phone and answer your call.

“Mark?” he hears you say.

“Y/N, hi. What’s up?”

“Oh, nothing. I’m at the family market right now and I just wanted to ask if you prefer white cheddar or barbecue popcorn for later,” he hears you let out a small laugh from the other end.

“Honestly, whichever you like. I’m good either way,” he says, smiling to himself.

“Okay, white cheddar it is! See you later,” you cheerily say.

“Bye!” he replies before dropping the call. It takes a while for him to realize what your call meant. It meant you were getting ready for the movie. It meant that movie night was nearing. It meant that he’d eventually have to go to your apartment soon. It meant that tonight, he might actually get to kiss you. “That was Y/N.”

“Oh, God. It’s happening! It’s really happening,” shrieks Jaemin, grabbing Haechan by the shoulders and shaking him.

“Jaemin, relax! You’re making him panic!”

“What’s going on?” Renjun peaks his head into the bedroom, confused by the noises emanating from inside.

“Is it getting hot?” Mark asks, fanning himself. “I think it’s getting hot.”

“Is this about Y/N?” Renjun asks, walking towards Haechan, who seems to be the only calm one in the room.

“She called and he spiralled.” The two look over at Jaemin, who was trying to calm down their older friend. Renjun walks over, slightly nudging Jaemin to the side before grabbing Mark’s cheeks, forcing him to look over at his face.

“Calm down! You got this, okay? The clothes, flowers, and hair are just extra little pieces to the plan because she has made it very clear that she’s into you. So, are you gonna make it clear to her that you like her back or are you going to keep her on the edge?”

Mark falls silent, allowing his mind to soak up what Renjun had just told him. It dawns on him how right his friend is as he realizes that the right clothes, the right flowers, the right moment won’t matter in the end. What mattered was he was completely enamored with you and he needed to make that clear.

As Mark reached the door of your apartment, he felt all the jitters he had been trying to keep down resurface, spreading through his chest and rising up his throat. With a shaky hand, he lifts his fist to knock on your door. It’s now or never.

“Oh!” you exclaim as you open your door, clearly not expecting to see Mark in a full outfit and a bouquet in his arms. “What’s this?”

“Nothing, just uh - just wanted to look swaggy?” It comes out more like a question than a confident statement, but all you do is smile at him.

“I’m afraid I didn’t get the memo that we were doing swaggy tonight,” you say, stepping aside to allow him in.

“Don’t worry, you’re always swaggy.” You laugh at his comment and Mark walks in, setting down the bouquet on your small kitchen table as you approach his frame, hugging him from behind. He melts into your embrace, hearing you...sniff him?

“Are you wearing a new cologne?” you ask, nose still pressed against his back. He gently untangles your arms from around his waist, turning to face your perplexed face.

“Yeah, do you like it?”

Instead of answering, you let out a series of sneezes. Your boyfriend is quick to grab some extra tissues you had set aside on your table, handing them to you. He sees you struggling to keep down the sneezes, face turning red and eyes watering slightly.

Great, the night hasn’t even started yet and I’ve already messed it up. Mark thinks to himself. You untangle yourself from him to blow your nose into the tissue.

“Sorry, I’m just not used to the smell. But it’s lovely, don’t worry!” you reason out, wiping away any residue of snot on your face.

“Babe, I’m so sorry. I can wash it off, if you want.” He rushes to your kitchen sink, dragging the sleeves of his jacket up to wash away the cologne that had triggered your allergies.

“No, it’s fine. Don’t worry, it’s just a couple of sneezes,” you exclaim, rounding the corner to tug at his jacket, away from your faucet. “I like it, don’t worry.” All you do is giggle at your boyfriend’s antics. “Let’s go watch that movie, yeah?”

Mark visibly relaxes, nodding in agreement as he trails behind you towards the living room.

“Are we still doing Conjuring 3?” he asks, settling himself on your couch. You turn to him, excitedly nodding your head as you connect your laptop to your television.

“I asked a friend to download it for me because you know how I am. I can’t Torrent to save my life,” you say, laughing as you turn back to see Mark had been smiling at you. “Let’s just hope the quality isn’t too bad.”

“You could always just, I don’t know, buy the film?”

“Mark Lee, I thought you knew better than to expect me to be anything less than a criminal,” you respond, finding your place beside him. Mark lifts his arm to give some space for you to cuddle, knowing very well that even if you recommended watching a horror movie, you’ll eventually end up looking for something to cover your face with. In this case, it was his chest.

The movie drags on in a spur of demons, ghosts, and Ed and Lorraine Warren attempting to solve whatever creepy haunting was taking place. Not that Mark could pay attention to that because he was too busy hyping himself up on the inside to finally swoop in for the kiss.

Come on, Mark. You can do this.

He looks down at you, with your eyes trained on the television, never even sneaking a glance up at him. Then, he peeks down further, to where you’re biting your bottom lip so hard in anticipation that a jump scare could pop up next that it’s turned slightly swollen and sports a faint flush.

His hand itches to take hold of your chin, turn you towards him and lock your lips against his. As he’s about to do so, a demon pops up on screen causing you to let out a sudden shriek and jump onto his lap.

“Fuck!” you exclaim, clutching your hand against your chest, feeling the banging of your heart against your ribcage. Realizing how you reacted, you hid your face in your hands, laughing at the fact that a fake demon face had frightened you so easily. “I’m sorry,” you giggle. “I can’t believe that scared me so bad.”

Meanwhile, Mark is very much annoyed by the fact that he just got cockblocked by a horror movie. Regardless, he pulls your body closer onto his lap, circling his arms around your waist.

“This is on you, you wanted this,” he laughs along with you.

“Okay, yeah, fair enough.” Arms come to circle around his neck, bringing you even closer against him. His steady breathing calms you down once again and the two of you continue on with the film. You settle in his arms, allowing your body to mold into his.

Soon enough, the credits roll and you reach out to lower your television’s volume. You turn back to face Mark, and the two of you fall into a comfortable silence. Looking over at him, you admit to yourself that loungewear or swaggy-wear, as long as it was Mark there with you, your nights would always end in sweet fulfillment. You see him stare at you, raising an eyebrow.

“What?” he asks, reaching out to pull you back down onto his lap.

“Nothing. You just look very cute with your swaggy-wear.”

“Swaggy-wear, huh?” he chuckles, leaning his head down on your shoulder. Your hand comes up to cup his cheek as you look down at him.

“Your words, not mine.”

Just like last week, a stillness fills the room as the two of you stare at each other. This time though, not an ounce of doubt enters Mark’s system. The energy in the room shifts, your eyes locked on his face, his on your lips. The two of you lean so quickly that your foreheads accidentally bump against each other.

You move back, holding onto your temple. A laugh escapes your lips and Mark joins you shortly after, clutching onto his own head.

“When they said love is pain, I didn’t expect it to be so literal,” you comment, making Mark laugh even harder.

“I’m sorry, come here,” he says, gently grabbing your head to bring you down towards him, planting a soft kiss on the area that had started to redden from the impact. “Better?” he whispers against your temple.

All you do is hum, nodding slightly. Mark continues to place small pecks along your forehead and starts moving down to plant more on your nose, your cheek, and the side of your mouth.

Everything that his friends had said to him leaves his mind. There was no worry over his breath or how to initiate the kiss. In the moment, he just wanted to feel you against him. When words couldn’t explain what he felt with you, he wanted his actions to be enough. He wanted his kiss to show you.

“Can I?” he asks against your lips. It’s barely above a whisper, but you hear it anyway and it makes your heart flutter and cheeks heat up. The things you would do to capture this moment in a frame and keep it with you for the rest of your life.

“Please.”

Mark lurches forward, gently capturing your lips against his. His hand finds itself against the curve of the back of your neck, bringing you impossibly closer to him.

His senses are filled with you and only you. The faint taste of your chapstick and the white cheddar popcorn lingers on your lips. The smell of the cologne you loved to wear overrides his senses; if he could, he would stay in this moment with you until time ends. His hand slips under your shirt to feel the warmth of your waist, soothing over the skin as if to reassure himself that this moment was real, that this wasn’t just some blissful dream.

Meanwhile, you couldn’t help but completely melt under his touch. Your hands come up to his neck, gently rubbing at the soft skin. As cliche as it was, it almost seemed as if time had completely stopped to accommodate this one moment, bodies and lips glued against each other. If it weren’t for the fact that you were sitting comfortably in his lap, your knees probably would have given in to the burning affection and love that you felt in this one kiss.

The two of you pull back to breathe, still entangled into each other. His hands smooth down the curve of your back, bringing you into a warm hug.

“Are you going to pat me on the head after this?” you joke. Mark chuckles and you feel the vibration of his laughter against your chest. He simply shakes his head, leaning back to look at you before landing one final kiss on your lips.

As the two of you relish in the post-kiss euphoria, Mark couldn't help but think that he’s going to need to seriously thank his friends for this as soon as he arrives home.

© NCITYRAVE. All rights reserved.

[landinoandco]

Our Love is a Game

Lando Norris x Reader

Request from @jamieeboulos

Warnings: pinch of fluff, cute ending because they are the best

Word count: 2.7 k

Requests are open :)

It all started with a phone number, an innocent exchange that would subsequently change the world you knew; mostly for the better. When you had met Lando, as far as you were concerned you had just met a 21 year old who lived in London and had a passion for cars. How wrong you were. It was only when things started to get serious that he sat you down and explained everything that came with being a formula one driver; more importantly the fandom that he was involved in. 

You had always been a private person and admittedly this piece of information almost broke your relationship but after some time to think you had decided that he was worth it all. You both decided it was a better idea to keep your relationship as quiet as possible - you took every precaution to make sure you stayed a stranger to the fans.

For the past 2 years, you thought you had managed to stay clear of the cameras, the photos and the twitch streams but it wasn’t until a fan-made compilation caused your world to spiral out of control. 

You and Lando were out for a run, it was a part of your morning routine - a great way to start the day and it was time that you two could escape the motor sport world and act like a normal couple without worrying about who might be watching. It was time you both valued and appreciated. On this particular morning, Lando had decided to add to his Instagram story, a short video of his morning adventures - the mist still hanging around the trees as you ran under a heavily graffitied bridge, the early birds song chirping animatedly. At the time you didn’t think much of it as you were too busy tying your hair back up to notice. 

It wasn’t until you got home and looked at his story that your heart stopped, rushing over to the kitchen island you placed your phone down and ran your fingers through your hair. It was a blink and you’ll miss it moment but in the corner of his video - the last millisecond before it ended - there was a flash of a purple top (the purple top you had been wearing) and a swish of brown hair as you chucked it back up into a ponytail. 

“Lando.” You called out, trying to keep your voice as calm as you could. You didn’t know why it had affected you so much - or why you were so desperate to keep your identity a secret. It wasn’t like you wanted to hide your relationship; you were the happiest you ever had been, everyday was exciting and offered new prospects - it was more that you were so used to being in this bubble with Lando, the idea of it bursting seemed rather unappealing. Usually you didn’t care for how others saw you but seeing some of the words that people used to describe him, it would be enough to trouble even the thickest of skins. 

Lando’s close proximity broke your thoughts as he stared down at your phone, pausing on the flash of brown and purple. “I am so sorry, love.” He almost whispered, his eyes widening at his carelessness. He picked your phone up to take a closer look. 

“It will be alright, won’t it? I mean, it’s a blink and you’ll miss it.” You had said, more to reassure yourself than Lando. He didn’t answer, anxiety building in the pit of his stomach because he knew exactly what he had started. 

The fan-made compilation didn’t go viral until a few hours later - as it turns out that flash of purple was the perfect cherry on top of an unappetising cake. Lando was sat on stream - not that this was out of the ordinary and Max had decided to join him, leaving you alone to rewatch Friends for the umpteenth time. 

The pair were sat reacting to videos on YouTube when a clip of a seal swimming into a shoal of fish started playing - the amusing part was that they kept quickly dispersing away from the seal in question. Unsurprisingly, they laughed and Lando spluttered: “This is me trying to find a girlfriend.” What the fans didn’t know was the apparent irony of that sentence and this was what caused the major meltdown; whilst Lando and Max were busy crying with laughter - that chat had filled up with the same link and references to the video you would be redirected through. 

Max was the first to stop laughing, tapping Lando on the shoulder as he pointed at the chat. Hundreds of the same message filled the screen: “That’s not what this compilation shows.” “Lando, what are you hiding from us?” “Lando and Max laughing knowing very well he has a girlfriend.” 

“Chat what on earth are you waffling on about.” Max chuckled uneasily, looking at Lando out of the corner of his eye. Lando sat with a forced smile, his nostrils flaring as he continued through the comments. He could only let out a tense laugh as he swallowed thickly - his throat feeling suddenly dry. You were still sitting, completely engrossed and unaware that Lando Norris was now trending on twitter. 

Max had come up with an excuse to end the stream not long after, Lando uncharacteristically quiet. His thoughts were with you in the other room, had you seen it? Did you know? How would you react? He felt as though he had lost all control, like he had failed you entirely - all he wanted to do was protect you yet he was the one to screw it up. 

“Hey,” Max nudged his shoulder, “It was bound to happen at some point. Let’s go and see if she’s seen it - if not then -” He took a deep breath, “We will watch it together. We need to know what we are working with here.” Lando nodded, unable to reply, his body went into automatic pilot mode and too quickly he was standing facing you. 

Pausing the tv, you looked at Lando - his jaw tightened and facial expressions set as though he had just seen a ghost. “Is everything ok?” You asked apprehensively. 

“There’s something you need to see.” Max reached for his phone, pushing Lando onto the sofa. You offered your arm to Lando, pulling him into a hug. Max pulled up the video and pressed play. A tense atmosphere held the room hostage - breath restricted and gazes fixed onto the tiny screen in front of you. 

It started with a clip from this year’s Goodwood - Lando preparing to drive his last hill climb - you remembered it well, a McLaren hat placed on your head mainly to cover your identity; knowing that there would be more than a few fans around. The clip moved to 3 separate stills - all of you in your McLaren hat. One with your back to the camera, you hand placed around Lando’s waist, the other two a side profile as you spoke to Max. 

The reaction was immediate, you slapped your hand to your mouth, Lando looked horror-struck and Max was watching you carefully. 

The video moved on, this time a clip from the quadrant video where Niran trains like Lando for 24 hours - Lando and Niran were in the kitchen preparing to eat their breakfast when once again the video moved to stills. This time they were of your reflection in the oven - holding the camera. You had thought at the time, if you were behind the camera it would stop every chance of you accidentally being caught on camera. Apparently not. 

The video had moved on again, this time to stills of Lando arriving on track - of course there was no way for you to get on track without being photographed and you were fine with that because you would just arrive after Lando either with Jon or Charlotte. Photos of you arriving with Jon and Charlotte flashed up - with them you were just another member of staff but put with those other stills and it really did yell out that you and Lando were romantically involved. Finally the flash of purple from Lando’s story. The game was up. 

“Oh my-” You stuttered as the video came to an end. Fortunately your Instagram hadn’t been shown but judged by how skilled you knew the fans to be - it would only be a matter of time. “I feel sick.” You admitted, wiping your hands across your face. Lando still hadn’t said a word, staring blankly at the floor. Max was the first to come up with something logical, turning to you and Lando. 

“It will blow over.” He started, “The fans will soon lose interest and move onto the next big headline. We just need to ignore anything we see regarding the subject.” He moved his attention to you. “Maybe avoid social media for a few days. Let everyone cool down -” Sensing your means to interrupt, he held his hand up. “I know you shouldn’t have to and I know none of this is fair but unfortunately people have no boundaries and believe because it’s on social media it is their business. If they were in our situation, I’m pretty sure they would be the first to complain. Let’s just go along with it for now. It will give you time to think about what to do next.” 

Lando cleared his throat, pulling you closer into him. “I’ve failed you. All I wanted to do was protect you.” At this, Max got up and left. 

Shaking your head, you pressed your lips to his forehead. “You could never. Think about how long we kept it secret for. Besides, until we announce or admit anything - it isn’t confirmed.” You offered, trying to soothe his worries. He nodded, still not convinced. 

“Our love is like a game and it’s not a game I enjoy playing.” He croaked, lacing your fingers together. 

“I know, Lando, I know. Let’s let everything calm down and then we can think about what our next step is.” 

Weeks later and it was the night before you were due to leave for your summer holiday. You would be spending it with Lando and some of his friends and family. Due to the current pandemic, it had been so long since you had been away - even if it was a bigger group of you going; you were still looking forward to spending that quality time with Lando. 

Max had decided to take himself and Tom off to the streaming room - leaving you and Lando to sort out the remaining items you needed for your time away. 

“I have a present for you.” He said suddenly, his hands behind his back. You beamed, taking a step closer to him. He shook his head, “If you want it - “ He pointed at his lips. 

Rolling your eyes, you pecked his lips then held out your hands like a child. Lando chuckled, “Close your eyes.” Hands still outstretched and eyes closed, you waited for Lando to present you with your surprise. He grasped your left wrist and attached something to it - “No peeking.” He added. A moment or two later, he dropped his hold of your wrist and said: “You can open them now.” You could hear the smile on his lips. You opened your eyes and looked straight to your wrist - he had given you a pink watch. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked up at him, his eyes twinkled as he then pointed to the orange watch on his wrist. 

“Watches?” You asked, confusion laced your tone. 

Nodding, he said, “We all have matching watches but in different colours - they are for our holiday away.” 

You gave him a lopsided grin and wrapped your arms around his neck, “I love it. Thank you.” 

In the streaming room, Max was having to ignore the majority of the comments because they were all asking the same thing: “Who was the girl from the compilation.” He was trying his hardest to keep moving off the topic, instead showing off the watches - it had been his idea, blue for him, orange for Lando, a child’s watch for Tom and a pink watch for you. He had listed off all of the colours and said who they belonged to: “And then pink-” He paused, mentally face palming. He looked over to Tom for assistance - he hadn’t meant to say pink at all. “And pink is for someone.” He cursed his poor excuse but as if by magic - Lando walked through the door. 

Distracting the stream from his slip up. 

Croatia was a dream come true, the hot summer sun on your back and the time to just relax and recharge. Days spent with Lando sunbathing on the boat or stuck in a tense game of Uno. Not being the only female was brilliant as well - as they got to go off and not feel guilty about leaving you on your own. 

Currently, you and Lando were standing in each other's arms - the afternoon drawing into the evening as the sun began to set. You had your arms around his neck and his arms were around your waist, sighing contentedly you broke the silence: “This is nice.” He pressed his lips into your hair, a sign that he agreed with your statement. In that moment, it was just you and him - everyone seemed to disappear from around you and all worries vanished. It was the simple yet affectionate moments that had always meant the most to you. You felt as though you could relax every muscle in your body, listening to his steady heartbeat - you wished for this moment to never end, to forever be in his arms and to not worry about who sees you there. 

Ever since that compilation had been made, the thought had been on your mind a lot. Were you ready to go public with Lando? At the end of the day you were both happy and surely that was the most important thing. 

Later that night, you were sitting eating your meal when a phone was handed to you, displayed on it was a picture of you and Lando - in each other’s arms. 

Instantly you knew what this meant, looking at Lando you were met with the same expression. He did as well. 

You and Lando had decided it was time to announce your relationship, there was no point sneaking around anymore if people knew and were looking out for you. You had agreed that the best way to do it was if you joined him in a stream, that way they got to know you a bit more for who you were. 

“Is it ok to feel as nervous as I am?” You asked him, pulling up a chair beside him. He was setting up the stream, two mugs of tea placed in front of you. It seemed completely unnatural to sit facing the camera. 

“I mean, this is kind of a big deal so yes I would say, it’s completely natural for you to feel nervous.” He reached for your hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of it. Nodding, you took a deep breath. 

“Ok. I’m ready.” You said, your heart beating at a million miles an hour. The corners of his lips turned up, leaning in to leave you a kiss on the lips. 

“I love you and I’m so proud of you.” He admitted quietly, as though you were the only person in the world, his eyes flickered with complete adoration. 

“I love you too. Now, shall we start it?” 

Lando went to press the start stream button but paused. He turned back to face you, his eyes wide and offered an apologetic smile. 

“What did you do?” You asked, a smile toying at your lips as you had an idea of what it might have been. 

“Stream, meet my girlfriend.” 

He had already started it...

[orionsangel86]

SPN Conspiracies - Applying Logic to Chaos

Its been over 2 months now since the Supernatural finale aired. I am still so angry, hurt, and confused by it and I don’t think I will ever get closure unless someone like Andrew Dabb, or Jensen Ackles, actually opens up and gives us an explanation that makes sense.

What annoys me most right now is people trying to gaslight fans into believing that we should accept the narrative we have been given at face value: That the finale was always planned to be that way, that Destiel was never on the cards, that there was no Network interference, that the only changes made were due to covid and were minor at best.

This harmful gaslighting is FALSE.

NO ONE KNOWS THE TRUTH OF WHAT HAPPENED.

Look, I don’t agree with some of the crazier conspiracy theories. I don’t believe that there was some huge campaign among the CW Network execs to remove anything remotely gay out of homophobia. I don’t believe that the finale was changed because of some desire to make it into a Walker promo. I don’t believe that the finale was really bad on purpose in protest by Dabb for not getting to do an ending he truly wanted. I don’t believe that Dabb left us smart fans a bunch of secret messages in the finale to hint that he was on our side all along and that everything was fake.

I do, however, believe that all of these conspiracy theories have some elements in them that are plausible. At least, more plausible than the bullshit narrative mentioned above that some people are pushing in some desperate attempt to defend the Network (which imo is really strange behaviour anyway - why would anyone care about a TV network with a history of terrible behaviour?!?)

We have facts, based on information provided before the covid lockdown, which for some reason, people like Misha have since backpeddled on. So let me try to outline some of the information that makes no sense.

Below the cut I go on a deep dive into the conspiracies and statements I have heard about the SPN finale and try to make some sense of this whole fucked up situation. It gets long.

1. “Cas was never gonna be in the finale”.

False: We have many fan accounts of Misha confirming that he was filming the finale. We have video evidence of Misha confirming he was going back to film the finale after the lockdown. We have confirmation from fans in Misha M&Gs from March that he had about 5 days of filming left.

We also had fan accounts of discussions with Alex Calvert (I think) where he confirmed the final shot of the final episode was all four of them though I would LOVE if someone can find a source for this.

2. Okay, Misha was gonna be in the finale, but only as Jimmy Novak

False: I heavily side eyed Misha when he said this. But I think I can come up with a plausible explanation for it. Per above, Misha was supposed to film for 5 days. This does not align with the half a day he described of filming as Jimmy Novak. My own belief is that after Cas was cut from the finale (for whatever reason we don’t know) someone (probably Jensen Ackles) put up a fight and complained that Misha should be there for the final episode. The writers probably tried to come up with a way to bring Misha back without having to deal with Cas, and pitched the idea of Jimmy Novak being in Heaven. Misha, obviously annoyed about this, turned this stupid pitch down.

3. Destiel was never a thing, never planned, never part of Dabb’s ending. Bobo and Misha pushing the confession was the part of the season that was Wrong.

False: We have a SPN writer on record saying that Castiel’s confession was the first thing written for Season 15 when the writers returned to the writers room. If it wasn’t planned, why was it the first thing written, why does it align so well with the rest of season 15? Look I know some people either a. hate destiel and refuse to see it even if it slaps them in the face, or b. have major heteronormative goggles on, or c. are just homophobes in denial, but 15x18 fits in perfectly with the narrative of season 15. Everything Cas says, everything that happened in that scene was so in character it just works. It fit. If you just rewatch the season whilst applying some critical thinking skills and pay attention to the narrative and character arcs, trust me, the confession fits in with pretty much every other plot point, and character story in the season.

Also: We have known for a while that the network did market research into Destiel, wanting to know if it would go down well or not. They were well aware of its popularity and considering it. Where would this have come from if not pitched by the showrunner? Dabb must have at least been considering it. If you take all of Dabb era into consideration, starting with mid season 11, all the way through the season 12 build up, season 13 grief arc, and then Bobo’s Destiel break up arc in late season 14, early season 15, it is clear that there was some toing and froing on the issue of Destiel, but ultimately, I still believe that Dabb was on board. He wrote 13x01 for christs sake. No way he wasn’t taking it seriously.

 4. It’s always been about the brothers. The finale just stays true to what Supernatural is all about.

*rubs temples* Fundamentally FALSE: The show has time and again reasserted the message of “Family don’t end with blood”, as well as the messages of AKF and YANA. Sam and Dean may be at the heart of the show, but a heart can’t exist without a body to support it. Without bones, and lungs, and blood, and muscles, and a BRAIN. The finale abandons the shows core messages. It forces the characters back into their season 1 characterisations and the whole thing becomes hollow and souless. But I’m not here to complain, I’m here to lay down the facts. Dean’s heaven was supposed to be surrounded by loved ones right? We know OG Charlie Bradbury was gonna be in his Heaven, we also know CAS was gonna be in there. So this idea that the finale as it currently stands was how it was meant to be is wrong. Dean was supposed to die and reunite with his found family and loved ones. This alone would have been a far better ending than the one given. Do I think this was solely a covid issue? Fuck no.

The randoms that WERE in the finale are proof alone that they could have got people in and quarantined. We also have several actors on record saying that they WOULD have quarantined for the finale had they been asked to return but they WEREN’T.

Lies have been told. Samantha Ferris and Chad Limberg have confirmed that we have been lied to about the original plans for the finale.

This alone is proof enough that there is more plausibility in some of the conspiracy theories than any bullshit narrative some people are pushing in defence of the barbaric mess of a finale we were given.

So lets address some of the conspiracy theories now:

Conspiracy No.1: The CW Network reviewed Supernatural during the covid break, and due to homophobia, refused any Destiel arc that wasn’t already filmed, shut down any potential reciprocation from Dean, and forced Dabb to change his finale.

I don’t think this is entirely what happened. But I do think it is very strange how there is a such a huge disconnect particularly in Dean’s characterisations between what had come before the lockdown, and what came after. The one fact we have here, and please someone provide a source if you can find it because I know there is one, the finale script was still going through changes up to only 2 weeks before it was filmed. We know that there was some weird editing in 15x18 (which was still in post and uncompleted before lockdown) and we know from Jensen’s own mouth that there was more to the confession scene on Dean’s side that was cut. We also know that this isn’t the first time that Destiel heavy moments have been changed in post - the prayer scene is another big scene that went through a lot of changes and Bobo fought to have his script play out the way he wanted it.

There are certain things that in my own opinions, are basically true of SPN which I have put together from years of keeping one eye on the writers room, the network, and all the various comments made. My opinion is this:

The writers room has always been split on Destiel. Some writers heavily supported making it canon, others did not care, or were against it.

The Network considered it over the course of several years, did market research, green lit it, then changed their minds, possibly several times over the course of Dabb’s era. Destiel was pitched to the Network early in Dabb era.

The crew on set were also split. Some people heavily supported it, and worked to assist the reading, whereas others did not care/did not support it. The same can be said for the editing room.

Bob Singer supported the subtextual homoeroticism, but never supported bringing it into text (this is an opinion, but I think it aligns with everything we know about him.) IMO Bob Singer also supported subtextual homoeroticism between Sam and Dean - the guy is gross is what I’m saying. He isn’t exactly a progressive person.

Fun fact - a while back our old enemy Sera Gamble went on a Twitter rant about writers rooms and the ways a script goes through changes. I don’t think this was in relation to the SPN finale wank but she basically inadvertantly confirmed that the Network can step in and make sweeping changes to a script if they want to and if they decide they don’t like the direction of a story. Sera Gamble confirmed this as a fact.

Now. I’m not saying that this is what the CW did with Destiel. I just think its very strange how pre lockdown, the last thing filmed is a heartfelt homosexual declaration of love between Dean and Cas, and we have a finale script that Misha had not seen, but knew that he was meant to film as Castiel for 5 days (5 days on set is over half of an episode as far as I know). Then all of a sudden, Covid happens, and Cas is cut from the finale completely, a desperate attempt to bring Misha back only as Jimmy Novak takes place, which Misha rightly refuses, leading to a finale which makes zero sense narratively and appears in every way completely and utterly butchered.

The only explanation provided by anyone involved is that Covid meant changes had to happen - but that covid didn’t change the actual story at all.

But this makes no sense because we know that Cas was cut from the finale. This is FACT. Do not let anyone gaslight you into thinking otherwise. Misha was preparing to quaranting to return to set as Cas post Covid, so whatever happened to cut Cas from the finale, it wasn’t Covid.

I’m gonna have to Occum’s Razor this and say that the most logical explanation here is the one that is most likely true. Someone got cold feet with the Destiel story, and to prevent any possible interpretation that included Dean reciprocating, any hints of Destiel were removed from the finale script, including Castiel’s whole appearance.

Now, this isn’t me saying I think that Dabb’s original finale was full of Destiel love confessions and a homosexual kiss or whatever, but I am asking you all to really think about it and ask yourselves WHY Cas would have been totally cut from an episode he was supposed to be in at LEAST half of? 

We will probably never know the real reason Cas was cut, but he WAS cut. I’m not saying it was all homophobia, but some fuckery went down.

Conspiracy No. 2: The CW Network changed the finale to make it into a Walker promo because they only cared about raising up Jared and not Jensen and Misha as they were losing them anyway.

I don’t agree with this in terms of the finale being butchered solely to make it into a Walker promo. There are however moments in the finale that are clearly supposed to be Walker Easter Eggs and added to excite fans of Jared/Sam in particular such as Sam’s gratuitous and unnecessary topless scene, as well as the call on the “case in Austin”.

I will take this moment to say something pretty damn controversial though.

*Deep breath*

The fact is, Dean Winchester has been the “lead” character of Supernatural’s narrative for years now, with Sam often being sidelined and not given great storylines himself. Even in Season 15, right up until the finale, I myself felt bad for Sam sometimes because so much of this show has become all about Dean. Jensen Ackles is clearly the better actor when it comes to emotional story arcs, so the emotional heart of the story has most often leant on him.

So you can understand my confusion, when this is turned on its head in the final episode, to make Sam carry all the emotional weight, and have the most lines/screentime, and story resolution (even if his story resolution was just as crappy as Dean’s).

If we pretend that Destiel is not a thing, and ignore Cas’s confession, the story change in the finale from Dean focus to Sam focus is still rather suspicious. Again, I’m not saying I completely approve of or agree to the conspiracy theory that Walker influenced the butchering of the script, but I can believe that perhaps a note went down from the CW to someone like Bob Singer, to emphasise Sam/Jared more than they perhaps would normally, because the CW wanted to shine the spotlight on Jared to raise excitement for Walker.

I can also believe this note might have said something like “we wanna cater to fans of Sam/Jared the most - don’t do anything to piss them off.” but now I am getting into my own conspiracy theories so by all means dismiss this as me being bitter.

Conspiracy No.3: Dabb purposely made it bad, as a secret message to Destiel fans that he had been silenced, by layering meta clues into the episode that he knew fans would notice.

I doubt this one is true. Though some of the theories are quite compelling. The old vampire silent movie theory for instance starts off quite well, but loses me the moment it brings up Urban Dictionary slang.

Sometimes I have just had to accept that Supernatural is a bad show that is sometimes accidentally a masterpiece. However, some writers really did go That Deep with their stories - anything by Ben Edlund or Steve Yockey for instance, their episodes are meta masterpieces with a hundred different layers of beautiful subtextual storytelling and are a joy to analyse. Bobo Berens has certainly done some A+++ work especially now we KNOW that he was working hard all this time to bring Destiel to canon text (so any analysis of Destiel in the subtext in his episodes is very accurate). There have been many other key elements analysed over the years which have been confirmed true. Cas’s death in Season 12, Dean’s time as a demon in season 10, Season 11 ending in unity of dark and light, these were all plot points predicted by meta writers just by analysing the narrative. Sometimes the writers really have been very smart and they do add things to the show to aid us in our meta.

Richard Speight Jr for instance, confirmed that SPN has a visual library that the production team use to give clues and hints in the narrative. Pizza, for example, always means a lie has been told. Whenever Pizza is being eaten or even just mentioned on screen, there is dishonesty in that particular moment.

The beers also have a very specific message and the one thing I can’t let go about the finale, was that Dean was drinking El Sol beer. The beer his dad gave him, that was terrible.

El Sol has been used in the show to indicate something being wrong, a fake reality, or another lie, for the longest time. It is the beer of deception.

The fact that in the final episode of this entire show, Dean is in Heaven, supposedly at peace, and then he gets handed an El Sol beer to drink? Thats a HUGE red flag for any meta writer watching who can read SPNs visual library.

If they had given him the Margiekugel beer of family then it would make sense. Dean is in Heaven, with Bobby, his family, at peace. Margiekugel should have been the beer of choice. But nope. El Sol. Something is wrong.

I don’t know if it was Dabb, or Singer, or some disgruntled ADs and crew members who added these elements into the finale, but their very presence confirms some message of Wrongness.

I could go into a huge rant about Vampire Mimes not making sense and the very glaringly obvious symbolism of cutting out peoples tongues too, but that is high school level film analysis. It’s obvious. It means to silence someone. There is validity in interpreting this as Dabb saying he was silenced. I don’t know how true it is, but i can’t 100% dismiss it, because as I said, this is high school analysis levels of obvious subtextual storytelling.

So in summary, whilst I don’t think that Dabb intentionally went out of his way to sabotage his own script, and leave a breadtrail of secret messages for savvy fans to put together to confirm that he was silenced by an evil network into not getting what he wanted... I do think that there is validity in questioning these odd choices for the finale. Cutting out tongues? Vampire Mimes? El Sol beer?

The evidence is somewhat compelling is all I’m saying. I don’t believe the full conspiracy theories, but as I have said many times before, some fuckery went down.

So What Do I Believe?

That some fuckery went down and whatever company line they are pushing is bullshit.

I believe that the original script included Cas (since thats fact). I believe that the original script probably always had Dean dying on a vampire hunt (due to Jensen’s issues with it and in particular, his sarcastic comments about vampires in the past year or so which in hindsight are hilarious and prove he never really came to terms with Dean’s idiotic death). I believe Dabb’s original script was some less crappy version of what we got, which potentially included showing Jack rescuing Cas from the Empty and resolving the outstanding Empty plot points (potentially this was actually a 15x19 plot since Mark P commented that his final scenes were supposed to be with Jack and Cas), had Cas reunite with Dean in Heaven and had them have a discussion about Cas’s confession. I believe that there was probably a lot of back and forth over how to handle that with some people wanting Dean to obviously reciprocate and others believing they should keep it ambiguous. I believe that Dean and Cas would have reunited with Charlie Bradbury, and Bobby Singer, and possibly others (though if this was the case it must have been very early on since no one ever looped in Sam Ferris, Chad Linberg or any other Roadhouse people).

I believe that Sam’s ending probably didn’t change much, but I do feel that initially they were planning on him ending up with Eileen, because it is the only thing that narratively makes sense. Cutting Eileen and giving him a blurry wife is something I won’t ever understand and Jared’s bullshit explanations are quite clearly pulled out of his ass to appease bronly types. I believe the reunion on the bridge would have included Cas and Jack, with a final shot of all four of them together, at peace (as this aligns with Alex’s comments from around a year or so ago that the final shot was all four of them). (I also am not sure it was always supposed to be on a bridge since the foreshadowing in an earlier episode showed Dean, Cas and Sam all in the Roadhouse together).

I believe that script went through countless changes and redrafts, and not even production people or the types that some fandom people claim as their “sources” would even have seen those early scripts, since even Misha never saw it. I believe that these rumours of Dabb never having Cas in his finale and ignoring all Destiel elements likely come from people who only saw later versions, weren’t party to network discussions and felt bitter about the final scripts they did see (being the crappy butchered one that was ultimately filmed). Those “sources” are now spreading rumours to discredit Dabb.

I obviously believe Dabb is a weak ass pushover who either didn’t care enough to fight back, or gave up since he’s been stuck with fucking Bob Singer on his back for years, but I will NEVER believe he didn’t care about the DeanCas love story, because he has been one of the few writers who has championed for it for years. You can’t look back at Dabb’s episodes in earlier seasons and claim he didn’t care. Dabb was a writer whose creative ideas were beaten out of him by an unforgiving Network only concerned about where their future money was coming from. Do I think he gave up too easily? Yes. But I also have one other huge reason for not believing the bullshit about Dabb being this anti-Destiel villain.

Bobo. Because if Bobo truly believed Dabb was gonna fuck that up at the end, I don’t think he would have given us Cas’s love confession to begin with. If he had known it was gonna end like that, I think he would have reconsidered, because had Cas not confessed his love, I don’t think he would have been cut from the finale. Bobo - a gay man, would not have wanted such a horrible message for queer fans being put across in the show he worked so hard on. He started writing that confession scene the day they returned to the writers room. Dabb would have been there, would have seen what he was writing, probably discussed it with him, after all, other episodes were written with the confession in mind. No way was Dabb planning to fuck up the ending knowing what Bobo was giving us. Nope.

Something went very wrong over lockdown. Someone, somewhere up the chain of power caught wind of the confession scene in 15x18, realised that it demanded a resolution which would make Dean Winchester, their protagonist, queer, and pulled the plug. I believe this did not come from a place of homophobia, but of bad business sense.

The CW is constantly trying to win the approval and attention of the one demo group that they seem to fail at getting the most: young straight men. Supernatural was one of their only remaining shows that appeals to young straight men, and Dean Winchester is more often than not the fave character of those young straight men who project onto him. Making Dean Winchester, established Han Solo of Supernatural, queer and in love with his best friend in the finale would have come across as a betrayal to those young straight men. The CW probably feared they would lose that demo group for good, and with a show like Walker starting soon with Jared at the helm, they couldn’t take the risk.

Hence there was probably a whole bunch of back and forth script redrafts with the Network, with Dabb and Singer fighting to make a finale that would appeal to everyone. There was most likely no way that they could bring Cas back without addressing what had already been filmed, because any resolution of that plot would either a. make Dean queer, or b. address it awkwardly by having Dean reject Cas (this storyline would probably have been slammed by critics worse than the finale because it meant addressing it. It might have got the attention of LGBTQ activist groups and caused a bigger shitstorm than what we got). The best option was therefore C. Bury it and Cas, pretend it never happened. Never address it again and distract Dean with other things. Hope that Destiel fans will accept no answer from Dean as ambiguous enough to imagine a future reunion rather than shutting it down with a rejection, and still keep hold of the blissfully ignorant heteronormative straight boys so they can carry over to Walker when it starts.

I also believe (controversially probably) that there was concern that any resolution of Dean and Cas would have overshadowed network darling Jared Padalecki. If Dean and Cas had come together in the finale, with a very clearly textual homosexual reunion, then that would have been all anyone talked about. The reviewers, the critics, the audience, everyone. It would have been nothing but Dean and Cas (and look, if they did think this, they were right, Destiel trending over the US ELECTION.)

So what is the network to do, when they are losing the two stars who would get the most attention from this storyline? The one star they were holding on to and getting his own show, relegated to third place in the finale of the show where he was first on the call sheet? Nope. That’s pretty unacceptable. Even without Walker I can imagine people at all levels side eyeing the Destiel thing over the years. This IS a show about two brothers, and their relationship should be the core relationship, we can’t have one brother pushed aside in the finale to make way for a queer relationship that will get all the attention instead. It was never gonna get approved for this reason ALONE.

At the end of the day, if I look at it from a business perspective, it makes far more sense that the CW shut down Destiel, rather than “oh Dabb never cared and ruined it because he’s an idiot.” The writers cared, and had built on that story over years. But their mistake was leaving any Destiel resolution to the finale. If they had instead gone and got Dean and Cas together in early season 15, then they could have ended it in a way that satisfied everyone. Destiel wouldn’t have threatened pulling focus away from Sam and Dean, and the show could have gone out on a high.

When I lay out all the conspiracy theories, and line them up next to the cold hard facts, the conspiracy theories in some way or another, make more sense. To believe the company line, the narrative we have been fed, is to ignore your own eyes, ears, and memories pre March 2020.

All I’m asking people to do is take a look at the show, the narrative presented in the show, and the information presented above. I’m not telling you to believe what I’ve written here, half of which is just my own opinion. I’m asking you to ask yourselves if it makes sense to you. Because it sure as hell doesn’t make sense to me. I don’t think I’ll ever be satisfied.

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DNP Rewatch: Trying To Bake My Birthday Cake WITHOUT A RECIPE

Date video was published: 01/30/2020 (X)

DNP Main Channel Rewatch: 407

A solo-Phil baking video. This was a fun video idea for him! There are some fantastic videos from 2020.

0:02 - Phil did upload this on his birthday! This year has my favorite birthday photo of Phil. They did lots of celebrating around it, as Dan mentioned in his tweet, including seeing Dear Evan Hansen, bowling, a Egyptian museum exhibit (1, 2, 3, 4) and games (1, 2) with the Lesters, mini golf, and board games. He really did do all the things across a couple of weeks, haha.

0:09 - awww. and the the #content call-out 😂

0:27 - “maybe I do” ...alrighty then

0:31 - actually acknowledging that! I do miss the energy from joint baking videos...maybe there’ll be another one someday

0:52 - “whack that in your mouth” erm.

1:10 - this does seem somewhat complicated

1:17 - foreshadowing!

1:29 - Phil’s thinking a little too much about that “another bodily function” sure 😳

2:03 - love that Phil gestures with his whole body when he does a standing-up video

2:23 - he’s figured out step 1! without having to commit to an ingredient

2:34 - 300 C is very hot 😨

2:49 - still delaying committing to a first ingredient, lol

3:08 - “who knows what the eff a gram is...” well the scale would... 😂

3:31 - he bleeped a “bitch”. sometimes he bleeps that and sometimes not

3:45 - that is adorable

3:50 - his brain jumps around so much, but then he does try to logic it

4:05 - there’s some Bake Off knowledge coming through. he’s very excited about that idea

4:14 - Phil...Phil why. the “yes” annotation

4:29 - lots of sugar there

4:44 - Phil’s annotations are hilarious

5:07 - they used the electric mixer for the last Easter baking...did he forget

5:18 - he’s wanted to do an egg since the start

5:21 - “enjoying my own crack” ...I have no words 😳

5:32 - not sure about that logic

6:02 - Phil’s energy is all over the place in this video

6:14 - love that THAT is what he’s concerned about ruining it

6:42 - that is a big cake tin

6:54 - immediate regret...yeah

7:14 - he still loves a slime video, apparently

7:20 - not enjoying that, thanks

7:35 - lmao at the voice-over

8:09 - very optimistic there

8:19 - he’s so indecisive! 

8:49 - turning it down was a good choice

9:07 - another actual baking thing he knows; that’s good

9:23 - panic! I feel like I would be so nervous about the camera every time but I guess he’s used to it

9:49 - ass shot

9:51 - so impatient! what is he doing 😂

10:04 - dramatic oven opening

10:15 - somehow he managed to bake it pretty well

10:20 - “you’re gay!” I love it

10:34 - more impatience! also...what is going on with the magnets in the background 👀

10:47 - LMAO, the reveal. somehow it didn’t look that flat when it was in the pan

11:24 - just sugar to put on top of the sugar

11:52 - cute! he loved that fish

11:58 - he is really having to squeeze that...why is he biting it at one point?!

12:10 - “should I do it sensually?” christ ...and then the slapping it

12:38 - I love that he just had fun with the decoration

12:51 - they just added more sugar I’m sure

13:05 - it’s thicker in the middle than it is on the edges

13:10 - also, just eating cake with his hands apparently

13:23 - “like eating a cushion” does not make it sound good

13:27 - it did turn out, maybe better than expected!

13:46 - love that he moved the painting to put it in the background here too 😂

14:16 - he is so upset that the sprinkles didn’t work

14:36 - how does he know he did not measure at all

14:52 - “I had the feeling in my water” ...what.

15:09 - even Phil doesn’t know what he’s saying some of the time

15:34 - he’s watched enough Bake Off to get the method somewhat correct!

16:05 - random noises, yikes

16:17 - they did end up eating the whole cake!

16:37 - another quite long endscreen

This is such a great video. Sometimes Phil’s videos make me want to shout through the screen at him, lol. Although the chaos is very entertaining!

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29 + 1 (Part Two)

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰: In which Seokjin is the Devil from The Devil Wears Prada, Taehyung is your work Jesus and Jimin is your handsome successful brother.

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: seokjin x reader (squint harder than before for taehyung x reader) 

𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: slice of life; ceo!seokjin; a dash of enemies to lovers au 

𝔴𝔠: 7.6k

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: language; a plethora of drunk people, maybe a sext, and a ton of lying (possible implication of impending smut?!) 

𝔞/𝔫: this part came out longer than i thought it would be but *shrugs* feedback and thoughts always welcomed. enjoy (:  𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔯: DailyHive is real; this is not associated with it 

part one || part three 

The bright pop music that is blaring from the speakers does little to slow your animated talking. Bodies are packed into the small local bar, and students on summer break fill booths and form a snake of impatient, drunk (and horny) people. A slow trickle of the brazen has started to fill the dance floor as the evening morphs into the night.

  You whip your hair into a ponytail and dab at the sweat that is beading your forehead. You definitely should have worn that sleeveless top rather than this thicker t-shirt dress.

  “So, is he like your sugar daddy or something?” Taehyung asks, “Also drink.”

  Friday nights were usually spent at home, snuggled under the blankets in your pjs binging another rewatch of Friends. After work today, you could no longer hold onto your secret and invited Taehyung out for drinks. His girlfriend, Fei, was supposed to join but had been held back for overtime.

  You tip the shot back with no chase.

  “You’re a monster,” he comments as he bites into his lemon piece.

  The two of you had made a bet at the beginning of the evening: you each chose a pop song and each time it played, the nominee had to take a shot. That was your fourth of the night, and to say there was a bit of a buzz is an understatement.

  “It’s all throat technique, Tae,” you say with a bit of a slur, “Hit the back and swallow. No innuendo intended. Also, why the hell haven’t you had any to drink?”

  “You picked ‘Peaches’ for fuck’s sake.”

  “I told you I don’t listen to pop music. It was the first one playing.”

  “And shouldn’t that have told you something? Justin Bieber of all people?”

  “Shut up. It’s your song.” You nod at the pink-faced barista for another round. She slaps your order in front of the two of you without so much a glance.

You don’t even know what song is playing, but you feel quite satisfied watching Taehyung make a face as he downs it in one go.

  He clears his throat after the liquor has burned its way down to his stomach. “Back to my question: is he your sugar daddy?”

  You bark out a laugh. Was he? Perhaps the fact that he paid for fancy meals at lunch? Those have been his one o’clock meetings for the past two months.

  “I don’t know. I’d rather he buy me a car or pay my rent if anything. A casual 1k a week wouldn’t be so bad either. We just sit in his office and eat in secret, Tae. He’s ‘training me in the art of culinary cuisine’. I think it’s just so I don’t embarrass him by stuffing a shrimp cocktail up my nose.”

  “You do know – ”

“Yes, I know. And I would never. It’s a metaphor. It’s just that the position ‘intern’ is quite loosely defined at DailyHive, don’t you think?”

  Taehyung rinses his mouth with water before speaking. “So let me get this right. Mr. Kim calls you into his office, says he’s going to take you as his guest to the biggest tech event of the year, treats you to lunches and doesn’t ask for anything in return? No secret midnight meetups or shady business deals…”

  You shake your head.

  “Damn,” Taehyung says, resting his arm on the bar table, “Forget sugar daddy. He’s just daddy.”

  Sticking your tongue out, you gag visibly at his comment. “Do not ever call him that again, Tae; ev-er.”

  He laughs and watches you pensively. After a moment’s thought, he says, “Nobody has ever called me Tae.”

  “What do they call you then?” you reply, wrinkling your brows together. A cute brunette across the room catches your eyes and for the briefest of seconds, you wonder what a one-night-stand would feel like.

  He shrugs. “Just Taehyung.”

  The brunette waves in your direction. You are about to return his wave when an equally cute brunette runs up to him. He promptly kisses her before swivelling her around to join his group of friends.

  “Sorry. Do you want me to stop? I just assumed since we were out of the office…”

Oh Fate, how cruel you are. Life of twenty cats and solidarity, here you come. Maybe dogs. You feel like you could be more of a dog person.

  “No,” he stops you, “You can call me Tae. Whatever you want.”

  You turn your attention back on the also cute brunette in front of you. In all honestly, despite his youthful god-like countenance, he looks slightly out of place at this college bar with you in his upstanding business attire and dorkishly adorable thick-framed glasses.

  “Sure. How about Tee-Tee? Or Hyungie? The TaeMan?” You wiggle your brows with the suggestion.

  “God help me.”

  The two of you clink your shot glasses together even though neither of your songs are being played.

  His Apple watch lights up to indicate an incoming message. He relays the text to you, “Fei’s done work. She’s on her way now.” You can’t help but notice a shift in his previously excited demeanor.

  You nudge him with your elbow. “Aren’t you excited? She’ll need a glass of wine or two to destress after work. I might be projecting onto you for this part, but you’re buzzed. So after we get her to unwind I’m sure the overwhelming power of pheromones will get you lucky tonight.” You wink at him to emphasize your point.  

“She’s not a big drinker. She’s probably just going to come and ask to leave in five minutes. Bars like this aren’t really her thing either,” he states. He then unbuckles his watch and tucks it away into the pocket of his pants. Undoing the cuffs of his shirt, he rolls up the sleeves and continues to regard you solemnly. “Okay, next round is one me. Are you absolutely sure you don’t want to switch songs?”

  You notice how nice, long, and slender his fingers are. Plus the thing of girls liking when men have visible veins on their forearm? That had never really caught your attention until now.

  “She’s a bit of a bitch,” you say and immediately regret, “Shit, sorry. That just slipped out. Alcohol.”

  He offers you his water to drink.

  “I mean, she’s a little…uptight at times? But people can be completely different in and out of work. I can only imagine how stressful it is in her position. Working overtime until 9pm on a Saturday night seriously sucks,” you say to try and mend your wrongdoing.

  “Fei in the office is basically Fei at home,” he says softly, “It’s always work with her.”

  “We support career-driven women, yeah?” A smile is offered from you to him.

  He finally lets out a small one and nods. Out of the blue, he reaches over and covers your hand with his. Staring intently into your eyes, he says, “I know she makes you do her reports and occupies your time to do her coffee runs as well. You can say no to her. She may be my girlfriend, but you’re technically my intern, and I will stand on your side no matter what.”

  “Um, okay. Thanks, Tae,” you say. His sincerity has caught you off guard.

  At that moment, the sound of clicking heels pierce its way into your eardrums through the noise of the even busier bar. Taehyung quickly retracts his hand.

  Fei arrives, not a hair out of place in her tightly pulled bun. Her lips are painted a striking red against the paleness of her skin, and her manicured nails dig into the forearm of Taehyung when she reaches them. Even though she is wearing an otherwise drab office business suit, the curvature of her body draws quite a few glances from the younger men in the crowd.

  “It’s like a zoo here,” she sneers, turning away from a sacrificial lamb who had been bold enough step out of his circle of friends to greet her with a sleezy “hey”.

  “Hi, Fei. Busy night?” you greet her first.

  She gives you a tight-lipped smile. “Yes. I don’t know why you weren’t there. Isn’t it the intern’s job to complete reports?”

  Again, a loosely defined use of “intern” at DailyHive.

  You return her smile with a crisp one of your own.

  She turns away from you and regards Taehyung, who looks as if he had been the sacrificial lamb instead. “Teddybear, let’s go home. You know this type of place isn’t my vibe. I’m getting a headache already.”

  You raise an eyebrow at his pet name.

  He turns a little bit pinker, if that is possible under the current alcohol-induced glow of his cheeks, and says, “Um, sure. Y/N, are you going to be okay getting home?”

  Waving him off, you show him your phone. “30% left. I’ve got pepper spray in my bag and enough booze in me to not run from a fight. I’ll call an Uber home soon, don’t worry.”

  Fei has already begun to fight her way through the squirming, dancing bodies. Taehyung glances quickly at her and turns back to you once last time. “Text me that you’re home safe.”

  “Will do, boss,” you smile at him warmly.

  He lingers for just a moment more before running after his impatiently waiting girlfriend.

  You turn back to the bar and order another beer for yourself. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is perhaps the biggest perk of being single.

...

On the opposite side of town, sinking deeply into a soft lounge chair is Seokjin enjoying a rare evening out with his best friend. He has swapped his usual attire for a more relaxed fit of a white oversized crewneck and techwear bottoms. A heavy, exorbitant fur-lined long leather coat hangs on the coat rack beside the door to their private VVIP room. He swirls his glass of Chateau Lafite before sipping delicately.

  Outside, only a handful of patrons sit quietly engrossed in their own conversations. It is a relatively empty night at the high-end lounge. A lady sings sultrily on stage with the smooth background of a saxophone as accompaniment.

  Junho has poured himself another glass while he is talking to Seokjin. Seokjin had since slightly tuned out his friend’s rather elongated rendition of another celebrity sighting to occupy his mind with another individual.

  “Earth to Jin? When did you get so lightweight since I’ve been gone?” Junho waves a hand in front of Seokjin’s nose.

  Seokjin blinks to refocus.

  “The mansion I bought last year or the one I bought last month?” he reiterates. Sensing that Seokjin truly had no idea what the topic at hand had been, he tries again.

  “Where should I do my birthday party this year, man? I thought the mansion from last year since it’s closer to the city, but I feel like it’s been reused too many times. It’s not completely furnished yet, but the property I got last month is significantly bigger and I can probably host more people.”

  “The new place then,” Seokjin answers half-heartedly.

  Junho grumbles something intelligible.

  “What did you say?”

  “Nothing,” Junho sighs, “Tell me what’s new with you. How’s that little project of yours going? I still can’t believe you won’t let me know who you’re planning to take to the Gala.”

  Seokjin had refused to release even the slightest detail about you to Junho. Letting him know that Seokjin had agreed to one of his plans would be enough to inflate Junho’s ego for at least a little while.

  “It’s been going...”

  Junho waits for more of Seokjin’s answer, but his friend’s attention has been turned to a received text.

  10:17pm “Safe and sound, Teddy Bear.”

  10:17pm “Or should I say Taeddybear? 🥴”

10:18pm “That last beer done me rael godo.”

  10:18pm “Real good**”

  Seokjin raises a brow at the unknown number. He responds back.

  10:18pm “Who is this? I think you’ve got the wrong number.”

  Junho crosses his legs and sits back with a sigh. He presses the button to request for an attendant.

  10:19pm “You know who… Anyways, I just wanted to say thank you for saying you’ve got my back. It’s definitely appreciated.”

  The response doesn’t do much except to further pique Seokjin’s curiosity.

  “Sorry,” he says, sliding his phone back into his pocket, “Rogue text I think.”

  Junho shrugs. “Is that right? Seems to have caught your attention.” There is now a manner of indifference to his voice.

  “It’s going well, by the way – answering your question. I mean, all things considered. It’s not like I have to teach her how not to stuff a cocktail shrimp up your nose.”

  His friend snorts. “I’d be concerned and against this person if it’s who you’re planning to bring.”

  Seokjin’s phone buzzes again.

  10:21pm “Pray for me when I wake up with the worst hangover of my life. I’m going to bed now.”

  A moment of silence.

  10:21pm “I hope I didn’t piss off Fei tonight for stealing you for the evening.”

  10:22pm “Okay I’ll shut up now. Please don’t tell me you’re reading this. You should be getting some 😼💦.”

  The emoji makes Seokjin choke, liquid sputtering from his lips.

  Junho cusses. He angrily dabs at the speckle of red wine that has landed on his pearly white top.

  10:23pm Download attached image. “Just in case, here’s a little something to get the night started 😉”

  “What the hell man?” Junho gets up and makes his way to the bathroom. Luckily, the previously called attendant had arrived in time to escort him.

Seokjin barely notices that he is alone in room as he taps the download button. It isn’t until he has returned home and is looking at the picture one last time before bed that he realizes who his mysterious texter is.

  The employee nametag clipped to the collar of your workday shirt hanging on the arm of a chair can only be found when zoomed in past your painted toes and naked feet.

... 

You cannot hide your nervousness when you arrive at your “lunch meeting” the following Monday morning. All weekend, you had cursed yourself for not better checking who the recipient of your texts were before pressing send. Never had you thought that in your drunken stupor you would mix up “The Devil” in your contact list with “Taehyung Kim.” Curse you and your lack of friends beginning with the letter “T”.

  You balk before, a hand poised in perfect position for a knock. Maybe he didn’t download it? And even if he did, it was just a troll feet pic. You had made sure that it was as pg-13 as possible before you had sent it.

  “Hi,” you greet sheepishly when he has given you the go to enter.

  In a smart plain blue button-up and round frames that are almost certainly for the aesthetics, the CEO of the company and your boss sizes you up and down.

  “I know we’ve gotten to know each other better these past few weeks. But you’d think it’s still common courtesy to at least make eye contact,” he says. You look at him wide eyed without a word.

  He rolls his eyes but does not gesture to your usual seat. In fact, you don’t spy a take-out container in sight. He instead stands up and picks up his phone, walking to the door. He notices you have yet to move.

  “Let’s get moving. You’ve only got a 45 minute lunch.”

  You scramble to match his speed and catch Taehyung’s eye as you grab your jacket at your desk. Taehyung’s gaze follows you as you hurry to leave in pursuit of Seokjin’s coattail.

... 

The restaurant is a popular vegan establishment with a plethora of greenery crawling up its high ceilings and a window-framed overview of the city’s skyline. Waiters and waitresses who may just as well be walking New York Fashion Week serve you brunch mimosas on a golden plate; they attentively wait to the side in case you ever run out of water.

  Common topics are rare between the two of you. Initially, you respectfully kept quiet and only answered questions when asked, but you have never been one for awkward silence. Yes, it’s awkward only if you make it awkward; there is just no denying the hanging suspense that curls your toes each time. Recently, you have started with simple inquiries regarding the company, who they might meet at the Gala and everyday mundane topics.

  “You’re probably wondering why we’re out of the office,” Seokjin says. He continues shortly after taking a bite of his meal and ignores the look of your surprise at his initiation of a conversation. “My office has been getting stuffy with the warmer weather so I thought it’d be nice to get some fresh air. How’s the food?”

You nod, making small sounds of contentment as you chew on the Avocado Lime Tartare. Mmm… tart-y.

  He takes a deep breath in, stalling the incoming conversation. “It’s my friend’s birthday this next weekend.”

  “Oh,” you say, “Happy early birthday to him.”

  “He’s my best friend.”

  “Well… An extra happy early birthday to him.”

  A sigh. “Are you free next weekend?”

  Your chewing comes to a halt and you blink once at his question. Next weekend is the weekend before the Silver Gala. It is also the sole weekend before your birthday the following Friday after the Gala. You had hoped to spend it with Taehyung and maybe even Jimin who had promised to be in town on a long overdue vacation despite your chastising to visit your parents first.

  He senses your trepidation. Quickly, he explains himself, 

“He’s having a birthday party Saturday night. He has a place about an hour north of here. I can have somebody pick you up if that’s more convenient. I don’t have a birthday present for him and thought it’d be nice for you to meet him.”

  “You’re giving him me for a present?” you ask, incredulously.

  He bites his tongue. He never anticipated how awkward this conversation could go.

  “You’re going as my plus one. He really wants to meet you; in fact, he insisted that you be there. He’ll be at the gala too. I have something else planned for his birthday present,” he adds hastily, “Besides, you’re less than qualified as a present.”

  Musing silently to yourself, you wonder if in any situation should a human be qualified as a present. Despite that, you hate yourself as you agree on the spot.

  The rest of the lunch passes by quickly in dull silence. As Seokjin pays for the meal on the company card (and hands you the receipt for reimbursement), you note that there has been no comment made on any strange photos texted to him over the weekend.

  Perhaps being nonchalantly implied as a human birthday gift to a stranger is your karma for sending weird texts to your boss.

  Seokjin stays inside the car as he drops you off at the office after lunch, already preparing for his next business meeting. You nod your goodbye and step onto the pavement through the courteously held open door of the limousine.

“Y/N, try a soft pink. Fuchsia is not your colour,” he tells you as the door is closed.  

He then leaves you standing in front of the large office doors, staring at your chipped, week-old purple toenails.

... 

“I’m not exactly expecting a package in the mail or a dress laid out on the hotel bed – ”

“You guys are staying at a hotel?” Taehyung says over the phone.

  You are standing in your bedroom, an hour before when Seokjin is supposed to pick you up as an offering to his best friend. There are two dresses laid out on your Hello Kitty bed covers: a simple black dress you had worn once when you were a little bit more in shape and your prom dress.

  “No, I’m at home. But I mean, let me play into this movie metaphor.”

  “You suck at metaphors.”

  You have your phone propped up on some pillows so that you can see Taehyung as you debate your fashion decision. He is in a relaxed white tee, hair messily framing his face after a shower and a bowl of popcorn in his hands. You watch as a droplet of water runs down his face from his still-wet hair. He nonchalantly licks it off from the side of his mouth.

  “As I was saying, it wouldn’t hurt to get me something. He made it seem like it was a big deal. Like doesn’t the male lead usually surprise the female lead with a big bouquet of flowers and this over-the-top expensive dress which she wears and makes the male lead fall head over heels in love with her?”

  He chews silently on a kernel then probes, “You want Mr. Kim to fall in love with you?”

  “No,” you hastily correct, “It’s a metaphor. I think you’re the one who sucks at metaphors.”

  There is a beep on your phone to indicate you have another incoming call.

  “Tae, I’m going to have to call you back. My brother’s calling me,” you tell him. The black dress; your old prom dress is way too early 2000s. Black never hurts.

  “Okay. Have fun tonight. Pretend that it’s your birthday party. And then I’ll meet you for brunch tomorrow, my treat? You can tell me all about it,” he says. “Also the black. You look cute in that one.”

  “My party if I was 30, rich and successful. Oh wait, I’ll have one thing in common soon; that’s a start. Thanks though. I’ll call you tomorrow morning once I get up,” you say, then switch the call over to your brother. You had missed the flush of his cheeks as you busily swipe your phone.

Sticking the prom dress back into your closet, you rummage around the meager display of shoeboxes for a pair of high heels.

  “Hey, Jimin,” you greet over the phone.

  “Jesus, I do not need to be accosted by my half-naked sister,” he yells over the phone.

  You turn rapidly, seeing that you had accidentally continued a video call from when you had hung up on Taehyung. You throw a pillow over the camera in your haste to cover yourself up.

  “I was going to ask why you’re dressed like that but on second thought, I think I’ll leave your sexual exploits as your own secret.”

  Despite how disturbed you feel about this comment, his cheerful voice makes you smile.

  “So little sis, the weekend before the big three-oh!”

  “Please stop reminding me.”

  “Where do you want to meet tonight? I just got off the plane, but I can be ready to meet in about an hour. I booked a hotel close to the airport.”

  Shit. You forgot to tell Jimin. These heels will have to do.

  “Um… I, uh…”

  “What?”

  You clear your throat and begin to undress in front of the mirror. You have a sudden conscious thought that the dusty treadmill in your living room seems to be staring daggers at your back. 

  “I’ve got plans tonight.”

  “Plans? I wasn’t even aware you had friends here.”

  “Ouch, Jimin. But yes, I have friends. In fact, I am meeting a friend for brunch tomorrow if you want to join. I’m sure he’ll be okay with it.”

  “He?” Jimin repeats, “Should I put on my big brother boxing gloves? Give him a good talking to in case he’s interested in my baby sister?” Pause. “Was that who you were calling before?”  

You bite your answer back, not feeling the need to go down that rabbit hole.

  “He’s just a friend; A co-worker really,” you say, “He’s also unavailable. And before you suggest anything, his goalkeeper is technically one of my bosses so I do not want to try and shoot past her thank you very much.”

  Jimin laughs. “I wasn’t going to suggest anything. Well if you’re busy tonight, tomorrow morning works for me. Give me a call. I’ll spend the night in watching some good ol’ Netflix and enjoy this vacation time.”

  “Sorry again,” you apologize.

  “Go out and have fun,” he says, “You deserve it.”

  The two of you finish off the call with the usual goodbyes. You have forty-five minutes to dress the part of a sparkly birthday surprise for the co-founder of the company you work for. Throwing on your favourite throwback music, you get to work.

  Once satisfied, you snap a picture and sending it to Taehyung making special care that you have picked the right individual this time.

... 

The mansion is bigger than you could have ever imagined, and the amount of people present are…

  “You’re telling me I can do whatever I want tonight,” you ask Seokjin in the car.

  There is no denying that Seokjin knows how to dress for an event. In a velvety black and white suit, contrasted by his blonde hair which he has elected to temporarily dye for the evening, he looks very much the posh CEO magazines brand him out to be. You are glad you elected for the simple black dress as standing beside this Renaissance statue in a floral pastel yellow dress would be like planting dandelions in Kanye’s sculpture garden (if he ever wanted one).

  “The majority of people won’t recognize you after tonight. They’ll also be too drunk to even register anything you tell them,” Seokjin says.

  He cannot believe that you chose a simple black dress. Did you really not own anything remotely feminine besides the most generic clubbing outfit? Even if you had wanted to make an appearance as a hooker, at least make it an expensive-looking one. Maybe he should have bought you that Versace dress he spotted in the window the other day. Instead…

  “Take this. Your earrings are too gaudy for this event.”

  You touch the sparkly black cats you have put into your ears. Their eyes are made of crystal, and you thought it looked quite fetching in the light. Opening up the box, you see a dainty elegant pair of teardrop earrings that may or may not be of real diamonds.

  “Only Junho will know who you really are and then you can enjoy the rest of your night. I don’t want you to feel like you’re being held here against your will.”

  Putting them on, you note that even this simple change in attire has elevated the entirety of your presence. You felt as luxurious as this gift.

  “Thanks, Seokjin,” you try the first name basis he had insisted upon for this evening, “Not going to lie, I had imagined that maybe you’d send me a dress in the mail or something, but this is still very nice.”

  He snorts and rolls his eyes. “Like in the movies? Please, I run a start-up company. I’m not a millionaire and I don’t think you would appreciate my handouts.”

  You don’t respond, making your second note of the night on the Prada label on the cuff of his suit. “To clarify, I don’t introduce myself as your plus-one tonight.”

  “No. I don’t want you associated with me,” he curtly states. He watches as your smirk twitches and he hits himself mentally in the head again. “It’s to protect you. There are bound to be tons of paparazzi tonight at a party as big as this. I don’t want you to find yourself in the tabloids tomorrow morning. Just be smart.”

  The car pulls to a stop after inching its way up to the front door. People mill about outside in extravagant brands, holding glasses of champagne. The man of the hour is somewhere inside the building, charming his way into new business deals as well as making new friends.

  “Stay close to me. You can leave after we meet Junho. It is his birthday after all,” Seokjin offers a hand as you step out of the car.

  You take it, looping yourself into him so that your hand rests on his forearm. You are only 13 days younger than Junho, and yet this striking contrast in lifestyle hits you like a landslide while the two of you walk up the stairs and into the mansion.

  Inside, it is dim with disco lights flashing to the beat of amped party music. Upon entrance, the two of you are offered glasses of liquor (you take a swirling iridescent drink) to which you are then ushered to where the birthday boy lounges.

  Junho has an even more youthful face than Seokjin does. Where Seokjin’s features exude class and charm, Junho appears mischievous and looks to have stepped out of every girl’s bad boy dream.

  You stop Seokjin with a tug and make him look at you. “Tell me: do I look like a passable birthday offering?”

  Seokjin rolls his eyes and pulls you along with him.

  “Jin!” Junho hollers loudly across the room when spotting his oldest friend. There is a doll-like female magnetized to his side. “This is Clara, my date for the evening.”

  Seokjin shakes her hand and greets them. The female cannot seem to pry her eyes away from this handsome new stranger. He introduces himself chivalrously to her as Junho sides up to you and grips your hands in his. His breath smells strongly of mixed drinks, and you know that in about fifteen minutes the entire night will be a blur for him.

  “You must be Y/N!” he says excitedly, “Jin didn’t tell me that you were coming! What a surprise!”

  “I am,” you greet back with a large smile. “Although I’m also surprised. Seokjin told me that you had insisted I came.”

  Seokjin grits his teeth, annoyed at Junho. Would he ever learn when to keep his big mouth closed?

Laughing loudly, Junho grabs two drinks just as a waiter passes by and hands them to you. “Insist might be a strong word,” he says, drilling another hole unknowingly, “I honestly thought I’d have to play part-time wingman tonight. But I’m glad he’s got someone by his side.” He jabs you a little too hard in the ribs. “Next week’s gala is going to be fun! Okay, now there’s only one rule tonight: there are no rules!”

  The four of you clink your glasses together, while you do your best to hide an embarrassed smile on behalf of the birthday boy.

  “You bet I’m going around as your trophy wife tonight,” you whisper in Seokjin’s ear when Junho looks away.

  He whirls around to look at you, the tip of both your noses impossibly close together. He can taste the acidity of the wine when you breath out with a wicked smile. He barely has time to stop you as you peel yourself away to mingle with the crowds.

  Seokjin is about to follow you but Junho pulls him away, flamboyantly introducing his handsome best friend to a group of international models. He turns on his brightest smile, but his heart thunders in his chest at you calling yourself his wife.

... 

You twirl around in your dress, nobody noticing the small splash of champagne on the front of it in the quickly changing lights.

  “He bought this for me last week. Says it reminds him of the first night we met. Our eyes met across the waters in Tuscany where he was on a business trip. I’ll let you on a little secret, but I was his mistress for a little while.”

  Seokjin cannot make out the words you are saying to a small but growing group of people around you. He stands across from Junho, but looks over the latter’s shoulders to watch as you do another spin.

  “A little while, Charlotte? Are you still his mistress?” an older lady with an exuberant amount of jewels hanging off her body whispers with a keen interest in your expertly spun story.

  Charlotte Dior Laurent, an identity you are pretty sure is an amalgamation of French brands from the top of your mind. You continue to personify this character however.

“Don’t worry. He’s left her since. I know I know, my friends all say the same. ‘He’s already been divorced three times. How can you be sure he won’t leave you?’”

  At this point, you are in way over your head at having told this story to at least two other groups and a multitude of other renditions to whomever you have met tonight. But there is something powerful about liquid courage as it courses through your body.

  The lady lays a hand on your arm. “I don’t want your heart to break. You are still young.”

  Looking up between the heads of your audience, you catch Seokjin’s eyes. They are fiery and it sends a strange sensation up your toes to your abdomen. You give a titillating wave at him in which he does not return.

“He says I’m special and different. How can you say no to that?” you exclaim with exasperation, fully committing to the poor damsel just oh-so in love.

  There is a look of genuine concern on the lady’s face at your statement.

  Before you can dig yourself a deeper hole, you place your empty glass on the table and excuse yourself. You do not know if it’s the drinking on a relatively empty stomach or if the room is really much warmer due to the multitude of bodies, but you head out to the balcony.

  On your way out, you notice that the clock reads twenty minutes past midnight. This gives you a shock at how fast time has passed. Perhaps you should go find Seokjin if you are to get a decent amount of sleep before meeting with Taehyung and Jimin tomorrow. Speaking of Taehyung…

  You pull out your phone and see that there are two unread messages. The first is from Jimin, confirming that he is indeed invited to brunch tomorrow morning. The second is a response from Taehyung.

  11:09pm “Wow. You have me a little lost for words. I had imagined you’d look nice in the dress but… You really are beautiful.”

  Smiling, you type in your response.

  12:21am “Thanks, Tae. You’re up late.” You take a picture of the earrings Seokjin had gifted you and attach it to the message. “What do you think of these?”

Barely have you returned your phone into your bag when it buzzes again. This time you receive an attached image. Taehyung seems to be sitting in front of a monitor, as his face glows with a blue light and contorted into a pensive furrow of his brows.

  12:21am “A little different from your usual style. Are they new? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear those.”

  12:21am “Fei’s out with some friends tonight. She likes when I wait for her to come back before I sleep. To make sure she’s safe, I guess.”

  12:22am “Pooey. I should’ve brought you as my plus-one 😩. Also, Seokjin bought them for me for tonight. He says my other earrings are too gaudy.”

  12:24am “First name basis 🙃”

  12:25am “How is your night going? Having fun?”

  You are about give Taehyung a call for a detailed recounting of tonight’s escapades when someone speaks out from within the shadows.

  “A penny for your thoughts?” He walks into the moonlight. You flush, meeting the eyes of this particularly dashing gentleman, the phonecall immediately forgotten.

  Oh, Alcohol, you make even the smartest of people do dumb shit. And right now, your effects are even worse on this idiot.

  Your mouth hangs slightly open as you watch him puff out smoke from his cigar and offer it to you. He brushes up beside you, his fingers trailing up your hand which grips the balcony. You cannot seem to break away from his gaze.

  “Lung cancer has an increasing incidence rate particularly for females due to smoking. Are you sure you want to be condoning this type of behaviour?” Seokjin interjects himself between you and your Tuxedo Mask, pushing the outstretched cigar back towards its owner.

  There is a small stare down amongst the two men before the latter quietly exits the stage. Your eyes continue to linger on him even as he walks towards another female alone in the night enjoying the outdoor breeze.

  “You’ve just ruined by chance. I could have seduced then blackmailed him with the story of his illegitimate child to play Black Widow,” you whine.

  Seokjin takes the glass that had somehow magically appeared in your hand during the short walk from inside to outside on the balcony.

  “How many have you had since we came?” he asks.

  You sigh wistfully, still in your dangerous daydream. “I don’t know. I’ve lost count.” You turn your attention back to him eventually. “What are you doing here? Did you see me with him and get all jealous, hubby?” you tease.

  He scoffs, drinking from your glass and pulling a face. Once again, there is that twist and jump within his chest, but he attributes it to whatever nasty concoction he had just ingested. He pours its contents over the railing and into whatever shrubbery lies below. “You seriously went with being my trophy wife?”

  You shrug. “Of sorts. You’d better be right about people being too drunk slash not caring about me enough after tonight to remember the things I’ve said. ‘Cuz you’ve been divorced three times, had me along with another as your mistress, I think you’ve sired a few illegitimate children and all in all, a Games of Throne life. Damn, maybe I made you a little too badass.”

  “You’re having water for the rest of the night,” he says.

  You glare at him, contemplating on making a remark about his equally flushed face but decide against it. Instead, you lean onto the balcony and give a cat stretch. A large sigh escapes from you.

  Wordlessly, he shakes off his jacket and places it around your shoulder all the while averting his gaze on the unblemished skin of your upper thighs that had been exposed from your previous movement.

  Your blood feels like liquid fire coursing through your veins. Feeling overheated even in the evening breeze, you give him back his jacket. You note his reluctance to meet you even as you throw what could be a thousand dollar jacket in the air to him. “So what’s it like to live like this every day?” you say in wonder. You feel said breeze return and lean over the balcony to catch its chill.

  “Like what?” he asks. The warm summer night’s breeze blows through, settling his hair in a childish tousle.

  “Like rich,” you say. You sigh again. “Believe it or not, I’m the same age as your birthday boy best friend.

  And everything feels absolutely unreal right now. If I hadn’t agreed to come here tonight with you, I’d probably be at another dingy bar knocking back shots with my brother and friend.”

  “Are you a secret alcoholic?”

  You glare at him. “No,” you state matter-of-factly. “As I was trying to share, this type of lifestyle is something I could ever only imagine. I’m not ungrateful about spending time with them, but at the end of the night I’d go home, sweaty, drunk and gross, and then simply pass out. My bank account might be a couple hundred bucks lighter. Come Monday I’ll be working my ass off just to earn back what I had spent. Then cue the repeating cycle.”

  Resting your chin on your palm, your other hand sweeps your hair back behind your ear.

  “It’s amazing the difference a few life choices can have.”

  Seokjin remains silent beside you. Truthfully, he is at a loss of words. The moonlight plays across your face and caresses your nose down to your lips. You are arching your back once again to pull away the soreness that comes with wearing high heel the entire night. It is just a simple black dress but on you it made you look –

  “Well, you’re Mrs. Kim tonight,” he starts.

  “Charlotte Dior Laurent,” you correct him.

  He raises an eyebrow. “Okay… Ms. Charlotte Dior Laurent. Tonight you get to live like the rich, as you’ve put it. As a rich person, what would you like to do?”

  You ponder his question a few moments for the answer. “Hmm…I think I’d like to play golf. It’s a rich person’s sport. I want to play it on a private golf course, wearing cute golfing outfits and talk about million-dollar deals with a client without a care in the world. I want to order sangria by the gallon.”

  He laughs out loud. It takes a while for him to be able to speak again, but when he does you feel as if the night has been illuminated a few degrees brighter. “I personally don’t have a private golf course, but Junho does here in his backyard if you’re up for it. I can’t promise cute golfing outfits so you’ll have to do with your wine stained dress. And if you’re really up for it I can pretend to make business deals with you, that’s my job anyways.”

  You grin, taking the hand he has offered you. “Call.” The two of you shake upon his suggestion.

As he is leads you by the hand towards the dim gates of said golf course, you tug at him gently. “There’s something missing…” you say.

  He shakes his head and pulls you back in towards the party room. 

“I’ll see what they have at the bar.”

... 

As the hands of the clock continue to spin past another hour, the summer night takes a chilly turn. Seokjin has lent you his jacket but even that cannot stop your fingers from becoming numb. Your hands shake even as they tightly hold the golf club. Seokjin watches you in silence as you prepare to hit the golf ball, a beer in one hand and a few opened bottles littered on the grass beside him. The club hits the ball with a resounding “cling” but does little in propelling it a few centimeters.

  “This one doesn’t count,” you announce, “It’s too dark to see anything here.”

  Seokjin takes a swig as you readjust your position. You sway in the wind and the last tendrils of your hair come undone in its half up half down hairdo. Your hair now whips wildly around your face when another gust blows through.

  “Shit!” you exclaim, missing the ball again. “Why is golfing so hard?!”

  You throw your club down and trudge to Seokjin. The six pack the two of you had been sharing has officially been depleted. Seokjin offers you his half empty bottle. This time, you are the one watching as he goes to your spot and effortlessly swings his target into the darkness.

  He smirks from the spot.

  You grumble. “You’ve had years of practice. Not fair.”

  “You’ve got to do better than that, Mrs. Johnson,” he says, teasing you.

  Your grumble becomes more audible. You place the now empty bottle on the ground and cross your arms against your chest. Since telling him of your other American alias from tonight, he has not ceased to remind you of your strange choice of name.

  “Just so you know, Mrs. Johnson can afford both an affair and the consequential prenup,” you huff.

  “It’s still a stupid last name.”

  “It’s an American multinational corporation with an income in the billions, okay?”

  “Keep telling yourself that if it makes you sleep better at night. Now come on, I’ve got one last ball. Take a swing.”

  Groaning, you shuffle over. You wish you had not suggested golf. You had never been good at sports anyways – bad hand-eye coordination.

  He stands beside you this time, scrutinizing your every movement with hawk-like eyes. “No, not like that,” he says, “Have a wider stance and bend your knees. Better centre of gravity gives you a better swing. Also hold it with a neutral grip.”

  You readjust your positioning following his instructions.

  “Index finger down the center. Good. And three knuckles on each hand. No, that’s two. Okay your hands are just weird now. Three. I said three.”

  “Stop standing there and show me then, Mr. Know-It-All,” you say, your patience in this makeshift lesson also coming to an end.

  He walks closer to you, reaching out for the golf club. He retracts his hands in seeing that you have yet to let go. “You got to – ”

“You can touch me. I did tell you that Mrs. Johnson can afford an affair and prenup. Besides, I’m not going to be able to learn anything if I can’t even see you in this dark.”

  He comes behind you and puts a foot between yours to guide your stance. Wrapping his arms around you, he fixes the placement of your hands to grip the shaft of the club in the way he had previously instructed.

  Perhaps it is the mixture of wine, champagne and beer offered tonight, but being enveloped in the warmth of this embrace intoxicates you. The tingles that are sent down from his soft breathing on the base of your neck, make you shake like a leaf in the wind.

He inhales the sweet undertones of your perfume. The tendrils of your hair brush against his collarbone, sending a sensual kiss onto his skin. Unconsciously, he draws you closer to him, shielding you from another gust.

“Now you just want to swing,” he says, the words a mixture of a whisper and guttural grunt. His chest rumbles with it, passing the vibration through to your back.

  You remain as still as a statue and lean ever so slightly back into him until your entire backside is pressed upon him.

  You can’t stop yourself as you ask him, “Do you want to have sex with me?”

...

[writingdumpsite]

That’s because she’s shy (g.w.)

Summary: George Weasley doesn’t think you fancy him and decides to prove his point. What he doesn’t see coming is your reaction.

pairing: George Weasley x fem!Reader

words: 3k

A/N: just something I wrote these last days inspired by some lines from one of my favourite films. yes, a couple of days ago I rewatched Pride and Prejudice for the millionth time and the scene where Darcy proposes to Lizzie hit as hard as usual.

   “Oh c’mon George! Can you please stop looking at her and listen to what I’m trying to tell you?” Fred groaned once he’s seen his twin brother staring at her, yet again. But George couldn’t help but stare at the entrance of the Great Hall. To be completely honest, he thought she was one of the most beautiful girls he’s ever met. She was talking to Hermione, too focused on her to sense his piercing eyes on her figure. Her soft features seemed even softer thanks to the light that invaded the Great Hall. Her eyes were shining while discussing animatedly with Hermione. George supposed it was something rather interesting. At some point – he couldn’t tell when, though – she has even started gesticulating.

A loud smack on the back of his head brought George back to reality. When he turned his head towards a smirking Fred he felt his cheeks reddening. Fred was not the only one smirking but Harry, Ron and Lee were there, too. The knowing looks were enough for George to be sure he wasn’t getting away with some lame excuse. But he stayed silent, not exactly knowing what to say to his friends. And now that he thought it through, what was he supposed to say? That he fancied Y/N? That seemed pretty obvious. Harry and Ron chuckled but decided not to torment him any further. Instead, they excused themselves and went to their next class.

  The silence made him feel uncomfortable but he didn't want to speak first. George sighed in relief when Lee finally decided to open his mouth. “Don’t you think it’s time to say something to that poor soul?” The boy shook his head “I don’t think she fancies me. I mean, we’ve known each other for years. All I've been doing for months now is flirt with her any chance I get.”

“Are you sure you’re flirting? Eye contact and light touches here and there aren’t enough sometimes” Lee nodded at Fred’s words. And deep down George knew his twin was right, that he should tell you instead of subtly flirting once or twice a week. It’s not that difficult. Once you find her alone, you take her somewhere more private and shoot your shot. The plan in his head, though simple, seemed rather effective.

  But she was so out of his league, even for the most famous prankster of the entire school. So smart, genuine and kind that nobody was worth her undivided attention. Her grades were stellar and the hobbies she had were unparalleled and far from George’s. She was an artist. In her free time, she was always doing something creative, like reading, playing an instrument or knitting. He knew that because he has been bothering Hermione to get to know pretty much anything he could on her .

  He didn't notice the girl turning her head towards the boys at the Gryffindor table. Y/N is quick to catch George's eyes and shoot him a gracious smile. Oh c’mon you idiot, do something. She’s flirting, she’s definitely flirting is all is repeating to himself. But before he could wave at her, she starts to approach the boys at the table, Hermione right behind her.

  “Hello boys” she greeted them with the same smile she shot George a minute ago. With that, the idea of her flirting with him faded together with his hope of being his type. Again.

He didn’t pay attention to the greetings she received and avoided the conversation she started with Fred and Lee. Until she said the word “cracker”. His eyes shot up to the girl in time to catch the remaining of the discourse. “My cousin sent me some crackers after I told him about the situation with the Umbridge. They’re nothing like yours, of course, but I reckon the pink toad knows nothing about how these muggle ones work.” The conversation went on for a couple of minutes. She told them how to use them and George found himself mesmerized by the girl’s knowledge on the topic. “I’m not a fan of crackers and I'm not going  to use them so if you ever needed them, let me know. I’ll be more than happy to get rid of them.”

She was out of sight when Fred cleared his throat and announced to his twin that if he didn’t ask her out soon, he would. George laughed at that but knew that he needed to end his agony. He spent all day pondering the options on the matter but they seemed so stupid the more he went through them.

It was at dinner that Ron suggested something interesting. “You could always try and make her jealous. You know, you could pretend to date some random girl and see her reaction”. At first, George thought it was a bad idea. He would have to convince someone to pretend to date him. But he also thought that, if the plan worked, Y/N would make a move on him, tell him that she's always fancied him. And they’d finally be together. But if that didn’t happen, if she didn’t show interest at all, that would hurt him even more. Yet, the more he considered the plan, the more he convinced himself that was the right thing to do. So the next day he asked his good friend Alicia to fake-date in front of Y/N next Monday at breakfast.

George needed to get a reaction from the girl. He wanted to know if what he felt for Y/N was unrequited ad he had to give up and forget her, or if she fancied him as well.

What he wasn’t aware of was that Y/N has fancied George for a while. Yet, if he looked for proof, he wouldn’t find any. She was pretty good at disguising her feelings as kind gestures, such as smiling or waving. She sometimes would try and speak to him alone, laugh at his jokes or ask questions if she was chatty that day. And that wasn’t flirting, was it? Plus, everyone knew she was always the quiet one who didn't mean to sound flirtatious. She was aware that she was shy and not good at showing affection to her loved ones. So, she never considered she was acting like a flirt. She was sure she was being rather subtle with her pining but she was wrong, of course. On that day, Hermione explained what she knew about flirting and dating. She resolved, what Y/N was doing was flirting, even if almost non-existent. After that, it didn’t take long for the bright witch to learn what Y/N felt for George Weasley. And that lead to hours of telling her to confess, to make a move, to make it crystal clear that she fancied the prankster. Otherwise, someone else would find a way to his heart.

The process lasted less than imagined. Only a couple of days of distracted expressions and head in the clouds. It also coincided with the weekend and Y/N was not planning on crying her eyes out because of a boy. So, she postponed the whole “profess-your-feelings-to-George” idea to Monday. She was sure that having time to let everything sink in would be good.

All weekend Y/N expected second thoughts or any other impediment to happen. But on Monday morning, there was nothing that could prevent her from her original plans. So, nervously, she got changed and mentally prepared herself to face George.

“So, are you going to do it?” asked Hermione as soon as Y/N met her in the Great Hall. “If it’s of any help, Ron and Harry told me George has been talking non-stop about you for weeks. I'm pretty sure he likes you.” Y/N smiled and tried to stay calm, but everything inside her was screaming. “I’m not sure I’m ready but I'm doing it anyway.” she stated. Then, she took a big breath a continued on a funnier note. “And if it goes wrong I’ll drown myself in the huge pile of homework we have to do”. Hermione laughed and then patted her shoulder to show her support. “I’ll be here in case you need me”. Y/N ’s face softened at her friend's words. After taking another big breath, she stepped into the crowded Great Hall.

Her eyes meticulously scanned all the faces in search of George but it seemed like he wasn’t there.That’s odd, he’s never late for breakfast she thought. Fred was already there, surrounded by everyone she could think of, except for the one she was looking for. Maybe it was a sign. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be. Maybe some kind of guardian angel was trying to send the message that it was not a good day to profess her feelings.

She went back to reality when someone lightly bumped into her shoulder. Y/N ’s eyes, until that moment, fixed on the Gryffindor table, landed on the couple who passed her. They were holding hands and Y/N couldn’t help herself imagining what holding hands would be like with George. But she didn’t have the time to indulge too much in the thought because something ginger caught her eyes. The “something” turned out to be George’s hair.

All she wanted to do was to divert her gaze, forget what she was going to do that morning. But her eyes seemed glued to the scene unfolding in front of her and incapable of focusing on anything else. The couple was now standing mere feet away from her and George was leaning in, as if he wanted to kiss the girl. In the end it was a simple kiss on her forehead but the act itself was enough for her. Y/N felt her heart sinking and before she could do anything to prevent it, tears formed in her eyes. And the more she saw, the more she wanted to slap herself. How could she be so naïve and mistake some kind gestures for interest? George was being so nice to her because it was in his nature and because she hung with his little brother’s friends a lot. How could she not see it?

She was so focused on the scene in front of her. So much that she didn’t notice the tears starting to stream down her face or George’s head turning towards her. But she wasn’t going to show him any of her feelings, so she turned around and run out of the Great Hall as fast as she could. Her run came to an end when something – or rather, someone – pulled her robes and made her turn around. Hermione was now standing in front of her, a sad expression on her face, and Y/N knew that her friend knew. She still wanted to say something, anything to try and justify her run but couldn’t. Instead, she felt her cheeks turning even redder and new tears forming. She had no idea how it happened but a moment later, she felt Hermione's arm around her. And as her head fell on her shoulder, she started sobbing.

Where did it go wrong? Were they happy tears or sad tears? You idiot, obviously they were not happy tears. George couldn’t shake Y/N ’s tear-stained face out of his mind. He wasn’t expecting this reaction. He didn’t do anything completely wrong, either. He didn’t snog Alicia or proposed to her in front of Y/N , he simply kissed her forehead. That meant nothing, either for him or for Alicia. He did what he did to prove his point that Y/N didn’t fancy him. To get a reaction, to see what she felt. He was so sure she would understand that and make a move, it didn’t matter if good or bad.

“So, how did it go?” asked Ron when George took a seat next to him. Across from him, Fred and Lee stopped planning their next prank and turned their head to hear George. He was still studying Y/N ’s reaction, pondering words as not to sound more confused than he already was. “I didn't think I'd made her cry” blurted out the boy, pouring himself a goblet of juice. But before anyone could make any type of comments he added “I’m not sure if that was the reaction I was looking for, though”. “Well, now you’ll understand if she fancies you or not” stated calmly Ron “And decide whether what you’ve been doing for months was flirting or pining” added a smirking Fred.

“Excuse me?” Hermione’s voice snapped behind George. The boy went white as he realised Hermione has been there long enough to find out about the plan. One by one, the other boys decided it was best to return to their breakfasts. That left George to deal with the girl alone. He could see she was fuming so thought it best to stare at her, letting her rant about how stupid the whole idea was. “How could you do that to her? She’s a sobbing mess because you didn’t have the guts to confess your feelings. Among all the options you had, you chose to risk hurting her to not deal with your heart being broken. I wonder why she fancies you. Yes, she should have admitted her feelings for you as well, but she didn’t do something like this just to get a reaction.” The whole situation, Hermione lecturing him, made George feel like a young boy again. Always trying to defend himself when accused of something. But at that times, it never mattered whether it was his fault or not. This clearly wasn’t the case.

“I didn’t know what to do. I panicked because she’s so out of my league. And I didn’t want to make a fool of myself in case she wasn’t interested.” he tried to resonate with Hermione, wording out loud the thoughts that have been floating in his mind for weeks. But the moment he spoke, he came to the conclusion that the whole plan was stupid. “Plus, it seemed like she was completely indifferent to me and my flirting” that was his last resort. Blaming her for not noticing all along only angered Hermione more. “That’s because she’s shy. Y/N hardly shows her true feelings for me. We’ve been friends for years now and I have seen her cry only once when she got bad news from home." An uncomfortable silence fell and George could see Hermione pondering her next words. "Also, if it is of any consolation,  a couple of day ago I found out she likes you.” George stayed silent, letting Hermione’s words sink in his brain. “I really fucked up” was all he admitted before getting up and running out of the Great Hall to find Y/N .

“There you are. Ron thought you might be here but I wasn’t sure I should listen to his suggestions this time.” George has been looking all day for the girl, but it seemed impossible. She always managed to find alternative ways to go to class to avoid him but they both knew she couldn’t hide forever. When she didn’t show up for dinner, Ron hinted at Y/N ’s favourite spot. And there they were, right outside one of the greenhouses.

Y/N didn’t have the strength to find an excuse to sneak away. She was exhausted, both mentally and physically after hiding from him all day. At this point, whatever he needed to tell her, she was ready. “What do you need?” she sounded tired and even a little unpolite but she didn’t care. She forced herself to look up at George’s face. Sparkling eyes and a loving smile looking at her. George  

“I’d like to apologize for how I behaved this morning. Alicia and I are not dating, we’re just friends. I actually asked her to help me. That scene this morning was supposed to get some kind of reaction out of you, I never wanted to hurt your feelings.” he stopped to catch his breath. He’d never admit it to anyone but he has been rehearsing this whole speech all day so that he wouldn’t make mistakes. Y/N smiled and nodded weakly, encouraging him to continue. “The thing is that I like you, a lot. And I've tried so hard to make it obvious but it didn’t work. I know I am out of your league. I mean, you’re gorgeous, kind, talented and smart, but I’d be honoured if you’d go out with me”. He couldn’t believe he said that. It was a piece of cake, why didn’t he do it sooner? Silence fell between the two, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. George knew Y/N was thinking it through. He didn’t want to pressure her further and so turned around and mentally prayed that everything would turn out fine.  

“You know, it hurt. A lot. Today I wanted to tell you the very same thing you told me. But what hurt wasn’t the act itself but the fact that I thought I was late to tell you that I liked you.” George turned to face the girl, who was now smiling. “All day, I've wanted to slap myself because of that. It seemed like, the only time I decide to speak clearly about my feelings and overcome my shyness, I get there late. So, it’s me who’d be honoured to go out with you” her smile was wider now. And though it was dark outside, George saw her cheeks turn red. “Friday night it is then. It’s a date.” it was difficult to contain the happiness now. Before he could stop himself, he felt his arms wrap around Y/N’s figure in a tight hug. The girl grinned and reciprocated. “It’s a date, then” she confirmed and lost herself in George’s arms.

[letsbeoutoftouch]

Back in December 2016, during a sleepover, my friends and I decided to watch EXO's Chanyeol's most recent movie, "So I Married an Anti-Fan". It effortlessly became one of my favourite movies, so much so that I rewatch it —at least— once a year.

Therefore, when it was first announced that South Korea was going to produce a drama based on the same story, I was thrilled. The feeling only increased when I found out that the male lead was Choi Tae-Joon, whom I loved because of Suspicious Partner. Later (to be more precise, this year), I discovered that the other lead was the one and only Sooyoung from SNSD!

The drama was filmed back in 2018, and it was supposed to air a loooot sooner, but it had a few problems and it finally came out this year. Since I don't like waiting for episodes to come out each week, I waited until it finished airing to watch it... And, today, I finished it!

So, here's my review, fresh out the oven!

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So I Married an Anti-Fan is a 2021 South Korean drama, featuring Choi Tae-Joon, Choi Sooyoung, Hwang Chansung and Han Ji-Ahn. It's based on the novel "그래서 나는 안티팬과 결혼했다" (So I Married an Anti-Fan), written by Kim Eun Jun and published in 2010.

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♡ PLOT:

The story revolves around Hoo Joon (Tae-Joon), a well-known idol, and Geun Young (Sooyoung), a magazine reporter. They meet during an event, where a series of misunderstandings leads them to have a bad impression of each other.

For this reason, when Geun Young loses her job, she's under the impression that it was Hoo Joon's doing and is therefore keen on "reveal" Joon's real character. However, her retaliation backfires, and she attracts a lot of attention as his "anti-fan".

Later, a TV producer approaches them both to star in a reality show. Geun Young and Hoo Joon accept and think to give each other a hard time on set. But, as time goes by, they get to know each other better and better.

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♡ EPISODES:

It's made up of 16 episodes, running for an hour each (i.e., your typical k-drama).

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♡ CHARACTERS:

-Geun Young (FL): She's the best character, hands down (I swear I'm not being biased because I love Sooyoung).

For some reason, I've seen a lot of bad comments about this character. I don't truly understand why some people said that she didn't stand up for herself or that she was so-so, when she dealt really well with everything that had happened to her. I'd like to see all those people in her shoes—I bet they'd have cracked up quickly.

Also, she's like the least toxic character I've ever come across in a drama. She waits patiently for Joon to deal with his problems and doesn't jump to conclusions regarding his relationship with In Hyeong and Jae Joon. She lets him do his thing, is an independent woman, and tries to be as little of a burden as she can to the people she cares about. So, props to her!

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-Hoo Joon (ML): Although I overall liked his character, I admit that if I hadn't previously watched the movie, I'd probably be wary of him at the beginning. But, don't worry: as the story progresses, you get to know him better. He's patient and thinks of other people's feelings and well-being a lot (sometimes, a little too much for his own good, but he's a good boy).

I felt the need to include that there was this one scene where he acts... In a way that I didn't find appealing. Fortunately, he isn't like that all throughout the drama. Also, he isn't toxic like a lot of the male leads in drama-land. If you're wondering which scene I'm referring to, here's a spoiler: *SPOILER ALERT* When he and Geun Young start dating, they are requested to film an advertisement together. In the filming, he acts all "jealous" because the dress she was wearing was too short for his liking. I'm sorry, but she's the only one who has a say on how short a dress she's wearing is—not you, not even if you're her partner *END OF SPOILER ALERT*.

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-JJ/Jae Joon (SML): Jae Joon is the second male lead, and he was portrayed by 2PM's Chansung.

I'm sorry, but I never could come to terms with this character, not even during the last episodes. If the writers' intention was for me to hate him, they (and Chansung's acting) totally achieved that purpose.

He is incredibly selfish and keeps this attitude up to episode 13/14. Towards the ending, the story tries that the audience feels some sympathy towards him—it is shown why he acted the way he did. Nevertheless, in my opinion, while his past may explain his actions, it doesn't justify any of them. That's why I couldn't bring myself to feel sympathetic or empathetic towards him. *SPOILER ALERT* In fact, I think Hoo Joon was too nice to be there for him in the last two or three episodes. *END OF SPOILER ALERT*

He's also outright abusive. *SPOILER ALERT* I mean, he slapped In Hyeong and broke her laptop ¿?... Even though I didn't like her that much, nothing justifies that kind of violent behaviour. *END OF SPOILER ALERT*

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-In Hyeong (SFL): She's the second female lead, portrayed by actress Han Ji-Ahn.

Oh, man. I had a hard time trying to wrap my head around this character. I was just going to say that I couldn't stand her because she was always purposely putting a spanner in the works, making everyone's life difficult.

However, as I was drafting this review, I began reflecting on the character and felt sympathy for her. She was in a vulnerable place—leaving aside that she felt abandoned by her first love, she had trouble trying to make her career take off, and she was in a really abusive relationship. It could be argued that JJ and In Hyeon were both toxic to each other, but it was clear that he was the one with the upper hand (he was the CEO of her new agency, which brings a real disbalance of power).

Moreover, it was hinted several times that all she went through took a toll on her mental health (*SPOILER ALERT* she was always taking pills to calm down, and she freaking tried to kill herself!!!!!!! *END OF SPOILER ALERT*). I believe she needed professional help to put herself back together, so she could let go of her past and finally leave that abusive relationship.

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♡ COUPLES:

Since this drama mostly gravitates towards romantic relationships, I'm including this section.

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-Geun Young x Hoo Joon: They are your typical enemies to lovers.

In the beginning, their relationship was tainted by a lot of misunderstandings, which led them to hate each other's guts (but, where's the charm in a k-drama that isn't filled with misunderstandings, am I right?). Once they started to spend more time together, they began understanding each other better. In time, they were able to leave their pride aside and got rid of their prejudices (yes, the story gives Jane Austen-ish vibes, so much so that "Pride and Prejudice" is mentioned a few times).

Their chemistry was alright. I would have changed some parts of the script that made a lot of scenes to be super cringey—especially, before some of their kisses (like, what a way to ruin such an awaited moment!).

The thing I liked the most about them was that neither of them was toxic, and they knew how and when to give the other person space. They were sweet, but not unbearable sweet—just the exact amount.

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-In Hyeong x Jae Joon: I don't know if they can be considered a true couple, but I'm adding them here just to repeat that I HATED THEM TOGETHER.

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♡ SOME PERSONAL INTERPRETATIONS AND THOUGHTS:

For me, the story tries to show the two sides of the same coin: things that may seem completely different, but are essentially the same. You can see it with Hoo Joon/Geun Young, their friends, and even with Hoo Joon/Jae Joon. Of course, this could be argued—it is just my personal impression.

Also, while the drama condemns some of the toxic fan behaviour, it sometimes romanticises it. *SPOILER ALERT* one fan freaking kidnapped him, and everything was suddenly alright ¿¿ Nuh-uh *END OF SPOILER ALERT*

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♡ DRAMA VS. MOVIE:

As I mentioned above, there's a prior Chinese movie from 2016 that was based on this novel. It features EXO's Chanyeol, Yuan Shan Shan, SNSD's Seohyun, and Jian Chao.

For obvious reasons, the story is shrunk down in the movie. There are a lot of things that weren't included in the movie, other things were overly simplified, and some stuff was missing and/or changed.

If you want to have a good laugh, then I recommend you to watch the movie. It's filled with non-sensical comedy that, in my opinion, China excels at. However, if you are more inclined towards drama, then the South Korean version is the one for you (you'll laugh, too, don't worry).

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♡ SUMMARY:

This is, basically, a sweet enemies-to-lovers, famous-person-and-normal-person story. If you like any of those troupes, then you're in for a treat.

It's a really lighthearted story that will make you laugh. Don't expect a complicated plot because there won't be one. It's ideal to have a break from all those dramas where you can't miss a single detail because you'll get lost, or from those dramas which plots are so heavy they end up tiring your mind out.

I loved the cast, and their acting was great (especially Chansung's, because he made me hate his character with a passion, lmao).

ALSO, if you like Sung Hoon (My Secret Romance, Oh My Venus) like me, then WATCH THIS DRAMA, lol. He has a guest role in some episodes!

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So I Married an Anti-Fan is available on VIKI!

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If you read the whole review, thank you very much! I hope you liked it.

[spencerreidslove]

Let’s Be Bad

A/N: I was rewatching season 6 episode 13 “The Thirteenth Step” when it hit me. What if Spencer and Y/N were a crime duo being hunted by the BAU? So this idea was born. This fic is my baby and probably one of the longest things I have ever written. There is mentions of aclchol, a couple sexual themes, and normal Criminal Minds case stuff, so be aware. Let me know if you guys want a part 2 with their interrogation and stuff.

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“Buckle up crime fighters, because this one is bad.” Garcia said, standing up at the board. She clicked the remote to show a murder scene, four bodies in total, in a totally destroyed gas station.

“Not only did our bad guy murder four people last night in Chandler, Arizona, the police believe that he also did this.”

Gracia clicked her remote and the picture changed to another scene, six bodies this time, in a drugstore.

“A massacre just outside of Las Vegas, three weeks ago.”

“Three weeks is a long cooling off period.” Rossi said.

“M.O’s the same, though. All shot in the head and then all dragged into a line, store totally destroyed.” Prentiss said.

“With last night’s murder bringing the body count up to 10, the police need our help now. Wheels up in thirty.” Hotch said, standing up from the table.

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“Seriously? You want to go somewhere cold?” Spencer asked as you made your way into a small sandwich shop, just over the Utah border.

“Yes! Imagine waking up on Christmas Day to a white Christmas.” You said, wrapping your arms around one of Spencer’s.

“Where would we go that’s like that?” He asked, looking up at the menu, printed on a board.

“Wyoming. Up in the mountains. It’s nice there. We’ll get a cabin, live up there, together.”

“Alright,” Spencer said, smiling. “We’ll go to Wyoming. After.” He put one of his arms around your shoulders.

“After.” You agreed.

The two of you made your way to the counter, where a man, no older than 20 or so was waiting.

“What can I get you?” He asked, cleaning a spot on the counter.

He looked up and immediately his eyes latched onto yours.

Spencer said his sandwich order, but the boy didn’t seem to hear him. He was too busy staring at you, making you very uncomfortable.

“Hey.” Spencer said, slamming his hand on the counter. This seemed to knock the boy out of his trance.

“Sorry.” The boy said, still not taking his eyes off you.

“Take your eyes off my girlfriend and take our orders.” Spencer said, getting angrier.

“Sorry, she’s just like really pretty.” The boy said. Under his breath he mumbled, “I don’t see how she ended up with you.”

“That’s it.” Spencer said. He reached into his waistband and pulled out his pistol. Spencer quickly shot the boy in the head, and then turned to the other two patrons in the store. He quickly shot them, and then started moving to put them in a line.

This wasn’t the plan. You had only killed 2 days ago, the police would be quick to link you to this murder. But, Spencer sometimes had a temper and when it took over, there was no going back.

You pulled out your own pistol, and shot the remaining store worker who had come out from the back room.

“I’ll line them up.” You said to Spencer. “Go clear the security cameras.”

Spencer nodded and went into the back room. You spent the next few minutes lining the bodies up in a row. When you went into the back room, you saw Spencer toying with the panel that controlled the cameras.

The cameras quickly went blank, and only showed dark screens.

“I’m so glad you’re smart enough to know how to do that.” You said.

“IQ of 187 sweetheart.” Spencer said. “C’mon, let’s get going before the cops show up.”

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“Hotch!” Emily called putting across the parking lot. “You aren’t going to believe this.”

Hotch turned his attention from the local police officer to Emily.

“A witness was next door at the craft store and saw a man and woman leave the sandwich shop together a couple of minutes after the gunfire.” Emily said.

“We’re looking for a man and woman killing team?” Hotch asked.

Emily shrugged. “Apparently.”

“Another witness said he saw the back of the liscine plate from across the street.” Morgan said, coming up to the group. “He didn’t get any numbers but he saw it was from Nevada.”

“Makes sense of their first murder was in Vegas.” Emily said.

“Prentiss, make sure the witness who saw the man and woman gets to a sketch artist. Morgan, see if the man remembers what type of car they were driving, then see if Garcia can find anybody from Nevada who drives that model.” Hotch said, directing out tasks.

“Going from three weeks to a 2 day cooling period is a massive deescalation.” Rossi said. “Something in that shop must’ve set them off.”

“You said the security cameras were wiped?” Hotch asked.

“Yeah, you can’t even access them now.” Rossi said.

“Get then to Garcia, she’s the only person who might be able to get them back and working”.

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“They’ve found out that we’re a man and a woman team.” You said, calling out to Spencer, who was in the bathroom. You were laying on the bed in a random hotel, watching the news, where a blonde woman was talking about your most recent murder.

“Doesn’t matter. They haven’t linked us to the others, have they?” Spencer asked, coming out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist.

“They don’t have a clue.” You said.

“Good. For all they know we just shoot random people. They have no clue about the others.” He said.

You smiled as he came over beside you and started kissing your neck. “They’re never gonna get us.” He said.

You laughed a little as Spencer nicked lower on your neck.

“They’re too stupid to know what we’ve done.” You said. You could feel Spencer smile as he continued his kisses lower.

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“What have you got Garcia?” Hotch asked to the laptop that was sitting on a table in the local police precinct.

“Not a lot, sir. Whoever wiped these cameras is some kind of genius. It’s nearly impossible to get the footage. And I am a cyber genius.” Garcia said.

“So you can’t get any footage off them?”

“Sir, I said it was nearly impossible. I will have this footage recovered wether it kills me. Au revoir!” Garcia said, signing off.

“These sketches aren’t helpful in the slightest.” Prentiss said dropping the pictures on the table. “The witness said she only saw the side profile of the woman and the man had sunglasses on and was faced away from her for most of the time.”

Hotch sighed. “We don’t have enough.”

“Ok, why these people? Why these places? They’re clearly going somewhere, but where is that?” Morgan asked.

“We have too many questions and not enough answers.” JJ said.

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You were laying across the backseat of the car, your head in Spencer’s lap. You were drinking some kind of random alcohol Spencer had picked up straight out of the bottle.

“I can’t believe we’re here.” Spencer said, stroking your hair and looking out of the window.

“I could’ve waited.” You said.

Your car was parked down the street from your childhood home. It was your brother’s birthday and you knew he would be home. It was finally time to exact your revenge, just had Spencer did.

“Y/N, c’mon. It’ll be good for him to be gone.” Spencer said. “Plus, I get to see your childhood room in all its glory.”

You laughed a little and shoved him lightly. “You got it?” You asked.

Spencer moved as he reachedfor his bag in the front seat. He pulled out a small vile of poison. “Wouldn’t forget it.”

You slowly sat up. “We have a birthday party to attend.”

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“Oh!” Garcia cried, looking at her computer screen.

She quickly reached over and dialed for Hotch’s phone number. “What have you got, Garcia?”

“I got the footage back! It took a lot of work and a lot of trouble but I got it! It’s already sent to your tablets.”

Hotch picked up the tablet and clicked play on the video Garcia sent him. In the video, a young man and woman were walking into a sandwich shop, talking and holding hands.

“Keep an eye on those customers that just walked in.” Garcia said.

They reached the counter and engaged in a heated discussion with a worker.

“There’s no sound on the original video, so I don’t know what they’re saying.” Garcia said.

The man took a pistol out of his waistband and shot the worker, and then turned and shop the other customers. The woman reached and grabbed a pistol and shop the other employee that had come running out.

The woman began lining the bodies up while the man disappeared into the back room. The woman joined him, and then the cameras went dark.

“Garcia, run their faces, see if anything comes up.” Hotch said.

“Already on it. If they have ever been photographed, I will find their entire life.”

Hotch let out a sigh of relief.

They finally had a break in the case.

-

“I’m nervous.” You said. You and Spencer were standing on the front porch of your childhood house, waiting to ring the bell.

“It’ll be fine. We get in, act all friendly, and then we put it into their drinks, and then we get out.” Spencer said, coming over and rubbing your back.

“Alright.” You said, ringing the doorbell.

There was a moment before somebody came to the door. “Y/N?” A woman asked on the other side of the door.

“Hi, Mom.” You said.

“I thought you said you’d never wanted to come back here again?” Your mom asked.

“Yeah, well things change.” You said. “This is Spencer, he’s coming in too.”

You and Spencer made your way past your mom into the living room where your brother and his wife were sitting.

“Y/N?” You brother asked.

“Max.” You said, addressing him. “Happy Birthday.” It took everything in your power not to slap him. He was the reason for all your suffering.

“It’s nice to see you.” He said, standing up and going to hug you. You flinched slightly, but still managed to hug him back. He squeezed you just a little too tightly.

“And who’s this?” Max asked, looking at Spencer.

“Spencer.” You said.

Max sighed and shook his head. “Never one to elaborate.” He stuck out his hand for Spencer to shake.

Spencer kindly shook it back, giving Max just the slightest smile.

“Happy Birthday.” Spencer said.

You caught Spencer’s eye as Max moved to sit back down. It would be a happy birthday, just not for Max.

-

“We are looking for a man and woman killing team, they are most likely in a relationship and are on a mission.” Hotch said, standing in front of the local PD.

“At this time we do not know what their mission is, but we believe they are on a trip to reach that point. They started in Nevada, and were last seen in Utah. They could be headed for any of the surrounding states, including back to Nevada or Arizona.” Prentiss said.

“They are rapidly devolving, as they went from having a three week cooling off period, to two days. We don’t know when they’ll strike again and have to catch them sooner rather than later.” Rossi said.

“All of their attacks have been in small stores; a drug store, a gas station, a sandwich shop. We believe they choose these places due to personal connection to one. Whoever they are going after probably owns a small store.” Morgan said.

“With that in mind, we suggest all owners of small stores who know somebody who looks like this, to keep an eye out. Do not try to approach them, they are armed and dangerous.” JJ said, from her place outside, briefing the news.

“Everybody keep an eye out and be vigilant.” Hotch said.

The crowd dispersed. Morgan’s phone began to ring.

“Talk to me Babygirl.” He said, answering.

“Well, tall dark and handsome I have some great news for you. I got a hit off the faces from the security feed.” Garcia said.

Morgan put her on speakerphone and the team gathered around to listen.

“Your man is Spencer Reid. Child prodigy from Las Vegas, he graduated high school at age 12 and his IQ tests 187. He dropped out of college at age 16 due to the fact that his mother’s schizophrenia was getting worse. Reid became her full time caregiver until around age 25, when he sighned her up for a new drug test that involved her living in a new campus.

“It seemed to be working, until a year ago when the main Doctor administered a new drug cocktail that was not FDA approved, and ended up killing Reid’s mother and several other patients.” Garcia said.

“Garcia, where’s that doctor now? They might be going to kill him if they both lost a parent.” Rossi said.

“I would say yes, but it seems like they already have. Four weeks ago the doctor, his wife, and son were found dead in their apartment from cyanide poisoning.” Garcia said.

“What about the girl?” Prentiss asked.

“Her name is Y/N Y/L/N. She is from Silverton, Colorado. She was working in a casino in Vegas until around a month ago.”

“Must be how they met.” Morgan said.

“She filed several cases against her older brother Max Y/L/N for physical abuse, but the charges were dropped everytime. From the looks of her hospital records it was bad.”

“They’ve exacted their revenge on Reid’s nemesis, now they want revenge for Y/N. Garcia what’s Max’s address?” Hotch said.

“He won’t be there. On his wife’s Instagram it says they’re going home for his birthday. I’ve sent you that address.” Garcia said.

“We need to get there, and fast.” Rossi said.

-

Talking and laughing with your family for several hours was painful, and Spencer could tell. They had watched you suffer for years at the hands of your brother, and did nothing.

“Why don’t I refill everybody’s drinks?” You asked, standing up.

“I’ll help you.” Spencer said.

After you had collected everybody’s cups, you made your way to the kitchen where you filled everybody’s cups with what they had asked for.

Spencer pulled the cyanide vial out of his pocket, and put a little bit in each cup. When you returned to the living room, you handed everybody their cups and watched as they took drinks.

It would be a few minutes before the poison started to kick in, but you couldn’t wait.

After a few moments, your mom started to choke.

“What’s wrong, honey?” Your dad asked. Then he started to choke. After just a few seconds, everybody was on the floor, choking in pain.

You and Spencer quickly came around, grabbing phones and smashing them with your heels, making sure no one could call 911.

When you reached Max, you kicked his face. “That’s what you get you son of a bitch!”

You kicked him again, and again. Before you could do some more damage, Spencer grabbed your arm.

“We better get out of here, darling. We have a lot of ground to cover.” He said. You nodded and followed him out of the house, with one last slam of the door.

-

“Dammit!” Morgan said, entering the house and seeing that all members of the Y/L/N family were dead in the living room floor.

“They’ve already been here.”

“Hotch, these bodies are still warm, they can’t be far away.” Prentiss said. “We probably just missed them.”

“Hey! We just got a hit from APB, their car was seen headed twoards a hotel a few miles from here.” The local sheriff said.

“Dave stay here and figure out what happened, Morgan, Prentiss, JJ, with me.” Hotch said.

-

You and Spencer we laying on your bed in your hotel room, drinking the same alcohol from earlier.

“You were right.” You said.

“I am about most things. Be more specific.” Spencer said, taking the bottle from you.

“That it would feel good to have him gone.” You said. “I already feel twenty times freer.”

“I knew you would.” Spencer said. He placed the bottle on the bed side table and rolled ove on top of you. “I know lots of things that would make you feel good.”

Suddenly, there was a pounding on the door.

“Spencer Reid! Y/N Y/L/N! This is the FBI open the door!” A male voice called from the outside.

You and Spencer both looked at each other in terror.

Could they maybe have found us? Your eyes asked.

The door was suddenly knocked open and FBI agents were flooding into your room.

Spencer and you were being pulled apart and cuffed.

“Spencer Reid, Y/N Y/L/N, you are being charged with the murders of 21 people.” A serious looking man said.

“What?” You said. “You have the wrong people!”

“No we’re pretty sure we don’t.” A brunette woman said.

“You have to have the wrong people! We haven’t done anything!” Spencer said.

You were both being hauled up by the agents behind you.

“Anything you say can and will be held against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you.” The agent behind you said, reading off your Miranda rights.

Your eyes caught Spencer’s as you were pulled to separate police cars.

Could this really be it? You thought. It looked like it just might be.

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