#and once you found him out he’s like ‘i bet i’m more loveable now huh 😉’ while you only roll your eyes at his antics

[ninjago-bingo]

final month recap

wow, everyone.  we’re here.  we’ve made it.  we’re reached the end of our bingo time, and i’m absolutely floored by the sheer creative output that i’ve seen over these last four months.  everyone, take a moment to give yourself a pat on the back!!!  no matter if you made 1 piece or 10, there’s now a work of art out there in the world that wasn’t there before.  and truly, that’s super heccing rad no matter how you look at it.

so let’s celebrate!  for this recap, we have a total of 20 new pieces, bringing the total amount of ninbingo pieces up to 50.  in the span of four months, this little event has created 50 individual works (five of them in the last day!)  holy cow ya’ll.

i’m putting out this recap now, but don’t worry, it’s not the end yet!  any submissions made to the end of the 30th still count and this post will be updated accordingly :D

fic:

all the things i’ve never done by @sa-you-na-ra. tumblr || prompts: competition and teasing

It’s always a funny thing when the ninja realize new things about each other. Even though living with each other meant they had to see each other all day, there were still small habits or actions that amused the others.

(mod comments: all these little interactions made me smile so much :D looking forward to the rest!)

error 404: answer not found by @m-aster-of-spinjitzu. tumblr || prompt: memories

Akita and Zane talk after the battle in ‘Awakenings’. The conversation… doesn’t go as either of them expect.

(mod comments: the nuances in this fic are fantastic!  also Akita is always a win :D)

Five times kai was a good brother by @/master-of-fluff. tumblr || ao3 || prompts: nightmare and brother

I'm writing kai centric stuff again.

(mod comments: kai IS the big bro of the team!!! i support him all the way!!)

How Garmadon became a chauffeur by @master-of-fluff. tumblr || ao3 || prompt: driving

"um...Kai? Don't you think we should go Slower?" Garmadon asked nervously trying not to panick as they raced down the road at what had to be over the speed limit.

(mod comments: who let Kai drive?  no but honestly this is canon alskdfj)

little things by @/rosiehunterwolf. tumblr || ao3 || ffn.net || prompts: hugs and crying.

"Enjoy the little things in life, for one day you'll look back and realize they were the big things." -Kurt Vonnegut

Lloyd’s tired of being left behind. How is he meant to be the green ninja when he always has to work harder, train better, and wait longer to go on missions with his team? He wants nothing more than to be their equal.

At least, that’s what he thought he wanted.

(mod comments: a post-ep-18 resolution scene?  SIGN ME UP!)

Neither Snow Nor Rain by @fangirltakesall. tumblr || ffn.net || prompt: post-fight

After their return from the Never Realm and all its troubles, Zane is quiet and Nya is incredibly worried. A call to action to a peculiar sort of battle might be enough to change both of those things.

(mod comments: the concept of these two on their own mission together is just so good! excited to see how their dynamic plays out!!)

Never Put Off Until Tomorrow by @/rosiehunterwolf. tumblr || ao3 || ffn.net || prompts: video games and chores

…what can be done today, yada, yada, yada, we all know the saying. So do the ninja- when Master Wu is drilling it into their heads every minute of every day, it’s kind of hard to forget.

Naturally, it only takes them a week (and the biggest new video game in Ninjago) to do so.

(mod comments: this is so in character that it’s frustrating lol.  also Pixal ftw!!)

oh take me back to the start by @/rosiehunterwolf. tumblr || ao3 || ffn.net || prompts: comfort and 3 am

The past should be left in the past. Or, at least, that’s what Jay keeps telling himself. Nadakhan is gone. It’s not logical to still be afraid. But he is, and now everything that he left behind suddenly feels like it’s never going to be the same again.

Cole isn’t so convinced.

(mod comments: Cole is truly the man we all deserve in our lives.)

On Our Own by @redefine-your-identity. tumblr || prompt: home

It’s been a few weeks since Kai and Nya’s parents disappeared without a trace. Needless to say, they’re struggling.

(mod comments: OU C H no poor babies 😭 the relationship dynamic here is great!)

orange and gold by @/m-aster-of-spinjitzu. tumblr || prompt: cooking

...I just need more Cole and Vania content, they seem like they'd be great friends.

Basically it's just 'Cole goes to visit her there, they almost burn down the kitchen, and make way too many puns', lol.

(mod comments: I also always need more Vania content!! the puns in this were breadful!)

permafrost by @/rosiehunterwolf. tumblr || ao3 || ffn.net || prompts: loss of control and promise

It’s not like this is the first time this has happened. It’s not like none of his teammates have ever suffered this kind of guilt and pain. It’s not like Zane himself hasn’t walked through hell before and come out the other side (mostly) in once piece.

Except, this time, it is. It shouldn’t be different, but it is.

(mod comments: super sweet moment between two ninja who deserve more interaction like seriously!!)

Precautionary Tale by @/fangirltakesall. tumblr || ffn.net || prompt: protective

Fighting is different now, and Zane doesn't know why. Yes, he is titanium now, but why should that change anything? It seems to be changing everything, although is all really as it seems?

(mod comments: a great start to a zane-centric fic!  interested to see where it goes next :D)

Star-Ninja! by @rosiehunterwolf. tumblr || ao3 || ffn.net || prompts: siblings and competition 

What happens when the loveable gremlin the ninja adopted off of the streets introduces them to Starfarer comics?

Chaos ensues, of course.

stuck with you (through bright and blue) by @/rosiehunterwolf. tumblr || ao3 || ffn.net || prompt: protective

Kai only wants two things: to protect Lloyd, and to give him the best birthday ever. Unfortunately, Lloyd seems hell-bent on making that as difficult as possible. Kai’s always prided himself on achieving the impossible, but dealing with human emotions is much more complicated than beating up Garmadon’s generals or shooting enemies with fire, as he quickly learns. Movie!verse

(mod comments: happy birthday lloyd!! look at him getting the love he deserves uwu)

Take a walk in the rain. by @/master-of-fluff. tumblr || ao3 || prompt: rain

Cole had always loved the rain, the way it smelled, the way it felt on his skin, and especially the mud! Whenever it rained his Mother would put on his rain coat and boots And they'd both go out and splash around in the puddles and make mud cakes and do all sorts of things.

(mod comments: this fic made me smile a lot :D loved the way it was arranged!) 

the hues of an empty sky by @/m-aster-of-spinjitzu. tumblr || prompt: crying

Missing memories, or having two of them for one moment - not quite the same, but if there’s one thing Jay’s leant over the last few weeks, it’s that literally nothing makes sense anymore.

Or, some Skybound aftermath, Zane actually expressing emotions about his memory switch being turned off for all those years, and what was supposed to be a ‘they tell everyone about the erased timeline’ fic, but it turned into a 'two characters who barely interact on screen talk at like one am in the morning, and don’t actually tell the other what exactly they’re alluding to the whole time’ fic that I wrote at like one am-

(mod comments: Skybound resolution? SIGN ME THE HECK UP YES)

The Make-Cole-Realize-How-Much-We-Love-Him Competition by @21st-century-ninja. tumblr || ao3 || prompts: bets and competition

Jay and Kai share a horrified look.  “He really doesn’t get it,” Jay says.

Kai shakes his head.  “We need to show him somehow.”

“Show me what?” Cole asks, exasperated again.  

“How much we love you!” Kai exclaims.  “Somehow, it’s not getting through your thick skull that we want to sit next to you because you’re you, so I’m gonna have to just prove it to you.”

(mod comments: a silly little movie fic!)

twitter was a mistake by @/21st-century-ninja. tumblr || ao3 || prompts: teasing and birthday

Kai 🔥 @flaminhotninja ☑

so who was gonna tell me that Jay used to be a game show host huh

🌺✨ the Gift of Jay ✨🌺 @zaptrap ☑

Replying to @flaminhotninja

NO WHO SHOWED YOU

(mod comments: twitter was a mistake)

two halves of a broken whole by @/rosiehunterwolf. tumblr || ao3 || ffn.net || prompts: scars and post-fight

The Sons of Garmadon have been defeated. Garmadon is in prison. The city has been saved.

In the aftermath of the battle, Nya is more than ready to take a much-needed break. But the life of a ninja is messy. Recovery is never that simple. Although the wounds may have healed, the scars still remain.

Zane’s scars seem to match up, though. And maybe together, they can begin to heal.

(mod comments: aggressive care is my jam, and this is it!)

wait by @rosiehunterwolf. tumblr || ao3 || ffn.net || prompts: home and memories

Lloyd’s not so great at being patient. It’s not his fault though- maybe he would be better at it if waiting didn’t always end up being so disappointing- if people actually kept their promises. But this time’s going to be different, he knows it. His father will come back for him. And Lloyd’s going to wait.

As long as it takes.

(mod comments: baby.  baby boy.  baby.  protecc him plz.)

[popculturebuffet]

The Legend of the Three Caballeros: Mt. Fuji Whiz and Thanks a Camelot Reviews: Thank God, No Daisy (Comissioned by WeirdKev27)

Saludos amgios and welcome to the final sprint of THE RIDE OF THE THREE CABLLEROS. If your wondering if this is a bit soon.. that’s because it is. While I planned to do the episodes as is before.. this bottom half of the series so far has been so good I couldn’t bare waiting days to get to the next episode just as things are getting really good, especially after the last episode’s cliffhanger. So today, I intend to FINISH the series, with an epilogue next week for my look at the cabs as a whole via a top 12 moments list. Plus i’m already excited for the next retrospective, so there’s that. And yeah Kev’s funding ANOTHER one and you can too.. serioulsy just shoot me an ask for any solo episode or arc you wan’t covered. But now’s not the time for shameless plugs, it’s the time for adventure and to sew up a cliffhanger! So come with me after the cut for some ghouls, ghosts and arthur won’t you?

PREVIOUSLY ON LEGEND OF THE THREE CABLLEROS:

And now the conclusion...

Mt. Fuji Whiz:

First off... let’s talk about the episode titles for the series since I don't think I have yet. 

It has bothered me for the ENTIRE run of the series how terrible most of them are. There all a pun of some kind on something involved with the episode.. but out of 13 episode titles the only ones I like are World-Tree Caballeros, No Man is an Easter Island, Stonehenge Your Bets, Nazca Racing and Thanks a Camelot. And most of them fit the theme of the episode with the exception of Stonehenge: World Tree is a clever pun they couldn’t NOT use, no man fits the theme of the episode as bad as that episode is, Nazca Racing is just another good pun and fits the race at the end, and thanks a Camelot while a very simple one, fits the story of that episode, i.e. everyone's dissatisfaction with Arthur’s training. More on that later. Point is the rest are just.. really cringe inducing puns. And I do LOVE a good pun.. but that’s a GOOD pun, not obvious ones about a “pyramid life-crisis” or a play on gee whiz in 2018 for god’s sake. And the finale title is just.. really awful as they gave up entirely and named it after square dancing for HOPEFULLY no adequate reason. And look the series is a comedy first with the action second, pun titles would be fine.. their just so bad it sucks all the pun out of them. See what I did there? THAT’S a pun. And not even a great one, but it’s still better than this. It feels like the titles were an afterthought and it’s obnoxious. and frustrates me every time I have to type them out. And with only four episodes left I had to get it out sometime. 

So moving onto the actual episode we pick up with the ending of last episode: Death killing the Cabs and Team Sheldgoose. And as we see shortly. he wasn’t bluffing. We pick up with them in the underworld in a dmv line. My god.. it’s even worse of a beaurcrcy than Beetlejuice. Feldrake informs the cabs where they are and Donald, being Donald, dosen’t have the patience to wait in line with the bilions of souls down there, especially since the take a number thing gave them a number that needed to be printed on both sides.. and their at 4. Good gag though. So Donald storms out the moment he sees and exit and our boys head into the city of the Damned. Sheldgoose meanwhile decides to do his best Karen and demands ot speak with the manager.. whose another Sheldgoose it turns out. Uh-Oh.  After the credits our boys explore the city and hoping not to get hit with more ghost cards, find shelter in a little tavern owned by none other than Clinton Coot, Donald’s Great-Grandpa and father of his grandmother Elvira Coot. Clinton initally mistakes the boys for their ancestors, and is disapionted in meeting donald, but once he learns their the ones that inehreted his Cabana, he’s exastic to meet and learn about them. We also learn he had a collection of fragile frontiersman figurines.. which cleverly, are all various versions of Scrooge from life and times. His second cowboy outfit from the side story “The Vigilante of Pizen Bluff”, his prospector outfit from “Terror of the Tranysval”, his klondike prospecter outfit and him finding the goose egg nugget from “King of The Klondike” and him bitterly hauling a sack of his loot into town from the same story. Also some palet swaps of all but the last one because animation is expensive. Panchito.. destroys them all while putting down his pIzza. “NOTHINGS BROKEN”. Clinton then invites the boys to have a sip of his memories, literally he drains some out and despite their relcutance the cabs take a chug.  They reveal prettty much.. every nagging question about the cabana. Clinton, after finding out about his ancestor Duego Duck, the original cabs version of donald, Clinton traveled the world and the 7 seas, everybody’s looking for something.. and he was looking for every trace of the cabs, and their mysterious ally, who we know as Xandra. He gathered all of it, hence the massive collection of books and magical treasures in the cabana, eventually finding their hidden lair and building his cabana on top of it, founding New Quackmore with Sheldgoose’s own great grandmother.. who betrayed him and took the institute from him. His consolation prize was finding Ari and the atlas but he couldn’t open it like the boys and is curious what they found. I absolutely love this and while I feel Clinton’s history would’ve worked better as an overaching mystery, there were seeds for all of this planeted throughout the season, with Sheldgoose being in charge despite the name and Clinton being involved, Shelgoose’s mention a sheldgoose has always been president, and the tease last episode. Still would’ve liked MORE exploration and build up to this , but what we got was facenating upgrading Clinton from a footnote on the duck family tree, to a throughly loveable character: A guy who was so fascenated by his ancestor’s adventures he became an adventurer himself and who lovingly catalogued eveyrthing the guy and his friends ever did.. and had some heartrending reasons why we’ll get to. 

 As Jose leads in with not what but WHO, and likely tells clint about their adventures, a clever way to get that exposition out off screen, we cut back to the world of the living. Xandra is beating herself up, if not literally over things, and while the girls just suggest going to the underworld via zoom point, Xandra points out that won’t work. There’s only one way in: Charon, the greek ferryman of the dead.. and she realizes that’s exactly how, while the girls try a seance.  I’ll just cover the séance stuff now. The girls hold a séance to summon the boys, finding some unfinished business (A piece of said pizza) and having ari dress like a fortune teller because eh why not. There’s some good gags and stuff, but it’s mostly plot irrelvant, only hurting Panchito’s brain at first, then summoning him just as their about to fight a Tengu, with humphrey eating the pizza finsihing the buisness. Not a bad plot at all and certainly refreshing after all the Daisy nonsense last episode, but nothing really important.  Meanwhile let’s also get to Xandra’s subplot, which is both mroe relevant and funnier and again i’ll be covering all at once for convience. Xandra finds that the horn to summon Charon... is now a sax.  Huh so THAT’S what pamela anderson’s character CJ was doing when she was introduced on baywatch. 

Anyways turns out Charon’s reinvented the old boat and since Xandra’s an immortal he offers her a free ride. It’s now a cruise ship with him as the captain, voiced by voice acting legend Jim Cummings who does a fantastic job. The reasonings also brilliant: he wasn’t getting many WILLING souls with his creepy old setup, so he reinvinted things and now has a packed house, plenty of coins and a nonstop party. He even gives us an add for the buisness... this whole thing is fucking amazing and deserves to be praised and is the series at it’s best: taking something mythic and giving it some wacky but still clever tweaks. Xandra eventually gets annoyed as he isn’t going into the city so she can’t look for the cabs and takes the wheel, cursing her to be the captain now, but she just uses that to get in and finds clinton who agrees to guide her to the boys... we’ll get to where he guided them in a moment. 

And that moment is now, Clinton tells the boys there is a way out, but it involves fighting the Tengu, which is misdentified as a falcon despite, even as someone with only a surface knowledge of yokai, I knew it’s modled after a crow, or at least some versions are as it turns out.. and so is the one here so how did they screw that one up?

Point is they need to get past it, and are on a timer as when the Creepy combination of jack skeltington and that moon from Majora’s mask that’s in the sky sets and night ends, their stuck. But first they run into a guard who says they have to fill out paperwork.. and his superior is intend on that, his superior being unsuprisingly sheldgoose, who got the gig since his family runs the afterlife. Oh goodie the rich also somehow run death....

But Donald decides FUCK PAPERWORK, throws it in the air and they run for it with Sheldgoose sicing the tengu on them, which looks awesome by the way. Panchito disappears as mentioned before just as they get a plan but returns in time to free his friends and they triumph.. only for Sheldgoose to not take this lying down and summon his entire family to kick their assses. So both sides power up: having learned the trick from clinton earlier, the cabs inflate.. part of their bodies while sheldgoose forms a voltron style fusion made up of his ancestor’s heads.. with the caveman as the crotch. 

So a fight insues that’s fluid and beautifully animated, and Xandra even arrives to provide backup, with Charon relieving her because he’ could loose his five star rating. I hear you man I struggled just to get my island up to a four. So it becomes a gorgeously animated and awesome fight with Clinton joining inn, finally able to be one of his heroes. He also reitarates something he told donald, that it’s not the journey.. it’s who you take it with and part of his love of the cabs was never having companions like that. Donald takes it to heart and our heroes take their leave, Clinton finally having achieved his lifes’ work. They decide to see japan because why not. Maybe they’ll run into hannibal there. 

And to tie things off, Shelgoose and Feldrake, whose spent the etnire epsidoe still in the staff depsite being dead and...

And find.. a demonic version of Donald in a devil costume, from that short with the devil and angel Donald's.. okay I have some questions. 

He sends them back and we’re out

Final Thoughts for Mt. Fuji Whiz: One of the series best. It’s well paced, has an amazing concept and both sideplots have some form of relevance while being utterly hilarious, especially the charon one. Seriously best bit character of the series calling it now. Already headcanon him as part of the ducktales universe. Along with a lot of this actually. IT’s good stuff and despite the series falts episodes like this prove why it really needed, and still needs, a second season. 

Thanks a Camelot:

Our heroes return to the land of the living with Xandra and to the Cabana, and while Donald wants to relax a bit, Xandra being an ass shoots that down. Though her reasons are valid: Feldrake has been stepping up his game with every scheme.. which is true. HIs last two schemes, not counting his post mortem one, only BARELY didn’t kill them and actually did kill them, and him too but that wasn’t on purpose. They need some good old fashioned hero training so Xandra’s taking the to king arthur and camelot, which of course are still around, to get it and since his training involves leaving everything behind, they leave htier weapons and other stuff behind including their amulets.. which haven’t come up since but are now since their important to the finale i’m guessing and they’ve been wearing the whole time. The girls are tagging along too as they want to document things because the plot says so but their entertaining so fine and leaving Ari and the Bear to guard. And the barrier.. more the barrier.  So with our heroes off Feldrake decides they need to strike and Sheldgoose has a plan to get around the barrier to get Humphrey’s spark: hide inside a cake and have humphrey so overcome by his desire for cake he comes to them. Feldrake is unimpressed but it works.. and even better as he drags them in.. but apparently while Feldrake’s protections are keyed to our heroes bloodline.. coot’s only extneded to feldrake. Which makes sense: he was friends with a Sheldgoose and probably didn’t consider her an enemy till he’d already set the spells, and cleverly, and i’d forgotten this till writing this review: Sheldgoose has already BEEN on the Cabana grounds once and to the doorstep, in the first episode when he visited the yardsale and in the finale of the second when he showed up to give Donald his check. So the show even showed it.. we just didn’t think about it or assumed having the ring meant he couldn’t now. But nope Sheldgoose is inside and Humphrey’s knocked out. 

Back in merry old Camelot, I apolgoize for having a deficit of spamalot and Monty Python refrences, our heroes meet King Arthur, voiced by former star of said spamelot John O’ Hurley, who I was going to give a good treatment and go into his career.. then I found out he’s VERY conservative, pro trump even post riot and generally kind of an ass in how he conducts himself soooo instead a hearty

Does a good job here, still a weasel fiesta. So King Arthur trains our heroes.. via motivational statments, trust falls and what not with his knights who get the same traning, one of which is Gallhad, a frog voiced by the same guy who viced Kermit on muppet babies. Yayyyyy. The girls wonder off, finding Merlin, whose busy with spells and such and clarfying which one is which. They give him june’s phone as Merlin has a video game addiction but Arthur forbids it because well. he has a problem why wouldn’t he.  Ruined Todd Chavez’s life it did. I mean it’s exceptional now but it took a bit of living on a drunken horse with serious issues couch. 

Anyways, Donald soon gets fed up because.. hes Donald. And because.. Tony kinda leans on the more classic constantly angry donald in this one, since he DID help write the lines. It’s not BAD mind you.. but I prefer the melding of his comics and shorts self other works did, the smug ego and everyman desperation to be noticed and liked from the comics mixed with the ego but also tons of rage of the shorts. Kinda like how Daffy had his own egotistical smartguy version merged with his screwball version for the Looney Tunes Show.. which i’ve been rewatching lately. Even better than I remember, highly underated. 

My point is this Donald, as we approach the end .. isn’t for me. He’s just not as intresting as the cloudcuckoolander panchito or the smootha nd wise jose. He ballances them well, being the more direct angry one to panchito’s unpredicablity and Jose’s smooth compemplation. He’s not BAD, and i get why some would prefer this one over Ducktales, as he’s more in line with his classic characterzation.. but I just prefer a more nuanced Donald and this one isn’t it. He spends most of the series either complaning, pissed off, or pining for an ungreatful she demon. There’s not a lot of notes compared to Jose or Panchito, as Jose isn’t just a ladies man or a charmer but a fairly smart guy who has pretty damn good plans and Panchito isn’t just spacey but, kind brave and with his own moral code. They just got more fleshing out as things went and Donald didn’t and it’s disappointing. 

So Donald gets fed up with the training, and calls out it’s only motivatoinal, with the other cabs agreeing, if more tactfully, and the knights.. also agreeing, pointing out King Arthur dosen’t even do his own goofy self motivational exercises and abandon him.. at the worst possible time as the girls conjur up a super powerful magical dragon. So the knights leave him to it and Arthur is too cowardly to face it. So the Cabs do what he won’t and charge in to defend the holy grail, called the grail of immortality here for ..r easons, and fight the dragon.. and Arthur joins them, inspired to finally get his groove back and gives the knights a rousing speech and even reconclies with donald. So our heroes fight the dragon and nearly die, before the rest of the round table pitches in, and the girls find the dragons scroll and impulsively burn it.. which destorys it. So the day’s saved, and Arthur apologizes to everyone and decides to give the boys proper combat training as thanks. Also we get a really funny bit with Merlin, who throws the phone into the fire.. and much like the dragon, apparenlty it was tied to the employee who activated it because he suddenly and horrifcly burns up. PFFT. Dark but beautfiul

But of course what about the Sheldgoose subplot. Well I saved that for now to cover it all at once SO: Sheldgoose pokes around, being annoyed by a dart board of his face and what not and tries to find something to fish the spark out with... but Ari finds him and proves to be entirely useful, beating Sheldgoose down into the treasure chamber and getting inot a fight with him. Sheldgoose holds pace.. until Humphrey wakes up and with the odds against him they throw him out. Meanwhile Feldrake zaps a dog that was going to get peed on him but when sheldgoose is ejegted is surronded by dogs and clearly didn’t escape as he dosne’t want to taklk about why he smells to sheldgosoe. He is ABOUT to berate him for failure again.. but Sheldgoose points out he swiped something more important: The amulets. 

Proving once again Sheldgoose is the real power in the team. 

Final Thoughts on Thanks a Camelot:  This was a fun one. While finding out about John O Hurley was... unfortunte.. he does a decent job and the episodes a fun take on camelot with, as usual , really excellent gags, pacing and a hell of a fight scene with a dragon. Good stuff as usual

NEXT TIME; It all ends! It’s a visit to some yeti’s before one final dance betwen good and evil and one last set of episodes for this retropsective! Be ready! 

[holylulusworld]

Always the same

Request: Can you please make dean x reader, when they meet for the first time but ready is shy and awkward, but her friend is loveable. So, dean, sam, Cas, and jack pay attention to her friend rather than her. She feels sad and disappointed, but she is used to it. She didn’t cry, just smiling in pain. The reader likes dean. Dean is a gentleman to her but maybe he treated girls the same. So, she is the kind of person that walks alone and behind while they are laughing in together.

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam Winchester, Jack Kline, Castiel, OFC Michelle, Charlie Bradbury

Warnings: angst, shy reader, heartbreak, shitty friend, comforting, fluff, language, a hint of kidnapping

This is the requested sequel to: Overlooked

Charlie is alive for this story.

When Dean and you entered his motel room he got a pie out of the bag, along with two forks, bacon and pancakes.

He’s watching you sit on a chair, offering you a fork as you hesitantly take it. “Thanks.” Your voice barely above a whisper you dare not to look at the tall hunter.

You know he pities you, there is this look people give you recognizing your distress. Your brother gave you this look, and Michelle does the same.

“Why are you shy around me too? Did I do something wrong?” Dean tries to start a conversation, but you don’t know how to answer his question.

“We barely know each other. How could you have done something wrong?” Sniffling you poke the food with the fork, not hungry any longer. “Not your fault I’m plain and boring. I know that even Michelle has enough of me sometimes.”

“Hey, we can’t all be like her or me. I’m more the ‘here I’m guy’, Y/N. If you are shy, that’s okay. But don’t hide from me too, we could…” Dean can’t end his speech as someone knocks at his door, disturbing the longest conversation you had with a man in a long time.

Dean is rushing toward the door, poking his head out to see someone making his face contort in anger.

“Huh, Michelle? What are you doing here? I thought you wanted to check the location of the last murder with Castiel while Sammy and Jack go to the library.” Slightly annoyed Dean glares at Michelle, who chuckles.

“I thought we could use the time wiser. I know you and I have some chemistry, Dean. I could sleep in your room; don’t think I want to spend more time with Y/N. She’s annoying me since Tulsa with her babbling about lore or something…” Michelle smirks, sliding her fingers over Dean’s chest.

Tears well up your eyes and you believe Dean wanted to make fun of you, just like your friend. They planned this to make you feel even more miserable.

Grabbing your keys, you rush toward the door to duck under Dean’s arms, turning around you blink a few tears away. 

“You know, only as I’m shy you didn’t have to make fun of me, Dean. I got you are not interested in someone as plain as me but that’s just cruel…” Sobbing you run toward your car as Dean runs after you, calling your name.

“Y/N stop, that wasn’t a plan or something. I didn’t know Michelle would come to my room. I asked Castiel to take her with him to have some time with you.” Dean tries to stop you, but you slap his hand away, shaking your head.

“I’m shy, not dumb, Winchester. I know when someone tries to fool me. The whole evening you didn’t even look at me and suddenly you want to know me better. Shove your lies up to your ass. I knew I’m better off without you or Michelle. She only wanted to use my knowledge and strength.” Opening your door you toss your purse and jacket in.

“Y/N, please believe me…” Dean tries once again but you get into your car, slamming the door shut. 

“Oh, you should know Michelle likes to do it without a condom and had STD last month. You better be careful before you celebrate you pranked me.” Starting your engine, you drive away without looking back, not seeing Dean’s pained expression.

“Son of a bitch, Michelle! You win the prize for the worst timing like ever.” Beyond angry Dean kicks a stone before he stalks toward Michelle.

“We still can have fun, Dean. Y/N will calm and come back. She didn’t pack her stuff.” Michelle chuckles, trying to touch Dean once again.

“She already packed her stuff and wanted to leave before I invited her. Jesus, Sam was right this morning. He said you didn’t invite Y/N, even after Jack told you to do so, on purpose. You even forgot to tell her about the diner.” 

Slamming the door of his room shut Dean shakes his head, inhaling sharply as Michelle tries to win him over with dirty talk.

“I met a lot of shitty people in my life I can tell, but you beat them for sure. Get your hands off me right now. I want Y/N’s number.” Dean is holding out his hand to check Michelle’s phone for your number before he tosses it at her.

“When I’m back you better are gone, ‘cause neither me nor my brother like having bitches around.” Storming toward his car Dean deals your number but he ends up at your mailbox.

—-

“Find her, Sammy. She was so hurt…” Pacing around the room Dean looks at the laptop, hating his brother can’t find you fast enough.

“Relax, Dean. I already found her phone. We will drive to the motel and you can talk to her. Y/N is a nice girl, smart too. She managed to translate this old Greek oath for me in no time. She wasted her whole night while Michelle was partying, Dean. I hate to say it but…” Dean huffs giving Sam his best bitch face.

“I know, bitch. You told me so, Sammy. I just wanted to give Michelle a fair chance and offer her and Y/N a room in the bunker. I didn’t know she’s a bitch trying to get into my pants and leaving her so-called friend behind.” Dean is grabbing his key, rushing out of the room to drive toward your position.

“Wait for us, dude. We need to apologize too, Dean. Cas, Jack and I messed up too.” Sam is running after his brother, as Castiel and Jack watch Dean cursing in front of his car.

—-

“Where is she, Sammy?” Looking around the empty motel room Dean curses seeing your phone lie abandoned onto the nightstand. “Do you think she forgot her phone?” Sam shakes his head, sighing.

“I guess she knew Michelle would try to get her ‘research slave’ back. I got no clue how to find her, Dean. I’m sorry.” Sam looks around the room, not knowing how to help his brother he sits onto a chair.

“We can’t give up, Sammy. She’s a nice girl, tough hunter and now she lost her partner. What if anything happens to her?” Dean checks the nightstand, kneels to look under the bed, even looks behind the mirror to find any clue of your whereabouts.

“Care to explain why you look under the carpet?” Sam watches his brother, cocking a brow, as Dean robs toward the second nightstand, almost squealing as he finds a piece of paper.

“Got something!” Holding the piece of paper in front of Sam’s face, a triumphally smirk on his lips Dean points at the flyer. “Look, a Dungeons & Dragons festival not far away. I bet Y/N will be there.” Dean is proud of himself, grinning as Sam rolls his eyes.

“Dude, maybe someone else dropped this flyer. It could lie there for weeks or even months.” While Sam tries to reason with Dean his brother gives him a glare.

“Read the date, bitch. It says the festival starts today at six. I don’t think the flyer lies here for months. Get up and help me find my girl.” Dean is running out of the room, the flyer still in his hands he ignores Sam started to laugh.

“I think you got it bad, Dean.” Pointing at the flyer Dean doesn’t answer, only whistles for his brother and the angels to follow him.

“Shut up and get into the car, Sammy. I got to find my shy girl and tell her I didn’t try to trick her.”

—-

“Awesome!” The redhead you met months ago squeals, hugging you tightly as you followed her invitation. “I knew you would make it Y/N. Where is your friend?” Charlie is craning her neck, not seeing Michelle.

“We parted ways, Charlie. You know…” Sighing you toss your bag onto the prepared bed. “You were right with Michelle, Charlie. She was a bitch.”

“What? Seriously, tell me everything, girl. Let’s rip her apart and talk low about her. She was nagging about us talking about Dungeons & Dragons the whole time. I told you she’s only keeping you around for doing her research, lazy cow.” Charlie sits onto the bed, letting you warm up with her.

“I liked a guy and told her so. We met him during a hunt. He was…” Sniffling you blink a few tears away.

“Let’s say I liked him a lot and Michelle used to opportunity to make fun of me. I thought he is nice, tries to get to know me but I was wrong.” Wiping away a few tears you keep on telling Charlie what happened, and she turns pale hearing Dean’s name leaving your lips.

“Hey…” Slinging her arm around your shoulder Charlie sighs. “We are going to rock this festival as the devilish queens of Moondoor, Babe. How about you change into your costume and I check on you later?”

Walking out of your tent Charlie dials Dean’s number. Ready to kill her friend for hurting you.

—-

“Where is she? Charlie…” Looking around the field Dean tries to find you, but Charlie slaps his cheek harshly, shaking her head.

“Did you hurt that poor girl to get into that chicks’ pants? Michelle is a bitch first grade, Dean. I knew the moment I met her she is up to no good. Dude, she used Y/N as bait, let her walk into a building full of vamps all alone.”

Charlie slaps Dean’s other cheek, pointing toward your tent. “That girl likes you and….” Blinking a few times Charlie wonders why Dean starts grinning before he pecks her cheek.

“Sorry, Charlie but Sammy will explain everything. I got to get my girl…” Dean is running off, not caring he looks odd between all the LARP’er as he’s wearing an FBI suit.

“What?” Eyebrows raised in confusion Charlie looks at Sam who can’t hold back a chuckle at the sight of his brother dashing toward your tent, running two elves over as he stumbles toward his goal.

“He got it bad, Charlie…so bad…” Sam slings an arm around Charlie’s shoulders, leading her toward Castiel and Jack as he starts to tell her what happened.

—-

“There you are! Damn, girl, you are hard to find.”

Dean gulps, drinking your outfit in. You are wearing a short dress and wings. There are flowers added to the straps and all over the thin fabric. Your long hair is curled, framing your face. You even got cute elf ears.

“What do you want?” Arms crossed over your chest you glare at Dean as he tries to find the right words, but your outfit makes his heart beat faster.

“I swear I didn’t plan anything. I told Michelle to get the fuck out of my way. I tried to find you by tracking your phone.” Dean talks fast enough to make himself gasp but he keeps on going. “I found this flyer.” Pointing at the piece of paper in his hands Dean gets closer to show you his prey.

“Yeah, I lost it at the motel room.”

“I knew you would be here and dragged everyone to the festival. I wanted to make sure you know I do like you and would love to get to know you better. You know I once led the knights of Moondoor into a glorious battle and I’ll do it again.” Dean is waiting for your response, but you burst into laughter at his serious expression.

“You know that I’m one of the evil elves of Moondoor, right? I’m the one slitting the good people’s throat open, Dean.” Smirking you get closer to the tall hunter, showing him your hidden weapons and he hums in appreciation.

“I got a thing for bad girls in that case. I could help you creating fear and panic through violence on innocent elves, princesses or whatever. Let me be your trustful knight, my lady.” Dean is tilting his head before he cups your face to capture your lips in a soft kiss. “Please…”

“You barely know me, Dean…” Confused you try to tame your wildly beating heart as Dean mumbles ‘I don’t care’ against your lips. 

“Dean…”

“We hunted together for over a week and I like your style, Y/N. You are smart, caring and got a bad taste in food like me. I like you are a tough hunter but shy and want you to give me the chance to get to know you better by slaughtering innocent Moondoor citizens…” Dean smirks as you pat his chest, nodding.

“Lend me a hand, Lord Winchester. I think my sister and I can never have enough minions to help us.” Leading Dean out of the tent you smile as he takes your hand in his.

“You said Michelle shall fuck off?” Giggling you glance up at Dean.

“Not exactly but I told her to stay away and that Sammy and I do not like having a bitch around. Now let’s be bad and kill some elves…” Dean chuckles as you nod eagerly, pointing toward another tent.

“Let’s kill these first, I bet they won’t see us coming…” Sneaking behind the tent you squeal as Dean tosses you over his shoulder to run toward the Impala, growling something like ‘I’ve got this’ and ‘son of a elves bitch’ as almost the whole LARP’er community is running after the hunter.

Sam is watching the scene laughing, not knowing if Dean realized he just kidnapped a queen, and everyone is after him.

“Shall we tell him they won’t stop till they got hold of her?” Charlie chuckles glancing at Dean pushing an Orc away.

“Nah, way more fun to watch him defend his prey.” Sam laughs as Dean sprints toward his brother, screaming for help as you giggle.

“Dean, let me down and they will stop chasing us…” You scold but Dean won’t have it.

“No way, Sweetheart. I will never let you down again…” With that Dean runs faster to get away from the angry mob trying to get hold of his girl.

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Malaise (Chapter 5 - The Morning After)

Chapter 1, 2 , 3, 4

Warning: Explicit content

Celia woke first the next morning. It took her a few moments to quell the panic one always feels when not waking up in your own bed. Keanu’s arm was still loosely draped over her middle and he was making funny little snuffling snores in his sleep which made her smile.

“My snoring movie star”

Her next thought was how amazing the sex had been and she put her hand down and felt her slightly tender pussy.  The soreness between her legs didn’t stop her from wanting more though but the images flickering through her brain gave her pause as well as making her horny. The soft touch of his hand on her cheek as he asked if she was OK when he entered her, the tender look in his eyes, his passionate kisses. Now, she’d said it was all about fun and he’d said that was fine by him but the truth was she hadn’t been involved in anything casual for 20 years so she wasn’t sure she could actually handle it.  And he was so sweet and funny, sexy, loveable – easy to fall for - alarm bells were sounding louder and louder as she listed his attributes.  And he was probably just acting his heart out with all those tender looks and passion – “I bet it’s like falling off a log to him” she thought. She’d come on to him, told him there was no strings sex on offer, that was probably like someone yelling “action” to him. Maybe that’s all he knew how to do, play pretend.

She was persuading herself rapidly to sneak out of bed, get dressed, leave him a note and get out of there if she could figure out the garage without him waking up, but just as she started to edge out from under his arm, he stirred and pulled her back towards him.

“hey, where are you going?” he protested, “it’s so nice and cosy under here”

“Bathroom” she said, extricating herself to his chagrin.  At least that was true, she did need the bathroom, she just wouldn’t tell him that she’d been planning on sneaking off afterwards.

While she peed, he got up too and called into her.

“do you want a drink? Coffee or a water, juice?”

She called back that water would be great then splashed her face quickly with cold water, gargled with a little mouth wash she found on the side then returned to bed.  He soon returned with their drinks, took a quick visit to the bathroom himself then settled back in beside her.

After quenching their thirst, he encouraged her to snuggle back down under the covers and pulled her towards him.

“So, err, last night was fun huh?”

“mmmmm” she concurred.  “I don’t think I could have chosen a more lovely re-introduction to sex than that!”

“Good, and on that note, do you have anywhere to be this morning, we could, errrm, have another go”

She giggled softly, looking up and seeing a mischievous smirk on his face.

“Well, I should probably at least check on the kids today, see if they are planning on being home for dinner tonight but I can stay a while, if you like”

“I definitely do like” he murmured and pulled her into a sweet kiss.  “And then maybe we can go out and have brunch, I know a nice place by the beach”

Celia’s brow furrowed slightly at the suggestion.

“Isn’t that a bit, ‘datey’?” she questioned

“naaah, it’s not a proposal or anything, well it is, I’m proposing we go for brunch but don’t worry, I just …… you’re fun, we have fun together don’t we, it doesn’t have to be a big deal”

“Ok, OK, sorry, I’m just…”

“being cautious right?”

“right”

“Come ‘ere’” he purred.  “let’s not overthink things, let’s just enjoy each other’s company, go with the flow, no strings, no pressure, OK?”

“OK”

He soon put her worries out of her mind, straddling her and starting to slide down her body under the covers

“this OK?”

“Oh god yes!” she moaned as his tongue hit its mark.

After she’d come, screaming out his name as she grasped his hair between her fingers, he crawled back up, chin glossy with her juices and a lopsided grin on his face.

“come shower with me now Celia, let me take you in there will you, please?”

She let him pull her up and drag her into the bathroom where he set the jets going.  Before they got in, he kissed her roughly and she could taste herself on his tongue, smell herself on his skin.  It set her pussy on fire all over again.

Once in the shower, he bent her over, her arms supported on a low tiled shelf in the large cubicle and pumped his fingers in and out to ready her then pushed in. He started slow but soon a hungry lust took over and he was slamming into her faster and faster whilst she shouted out at each inward thrust, gripping the tiled edge of the shelf.  As he felt himself begin to unravel, he grunted out a question

“You ready to come for me?”

“Uh huh”

“Good coz here it comes”

His left hand dropped from her breast to her clit where he gently circled it in the same rhythm as his thrusts which became suddenly faster and less controlled as he shouted out

“fuuuck yeah!”

They were both panting hard for a couple of minutes afterwards, her leaning against the shelf still and him pressing his chest against her, his arms braced slightly against the tiles so he didn’t put too much weight on her.

When they could catch their breath, he took his shower gel and squirted some into his hands and washed her lovingly.  Then they washed each other’s hair, enjoying touching and stroking without the heat of lust taking over.  And all the while she was thinking to herself

 “Go with the flow, no strings, no pressure, don’t get caught up in all his loving touches, it’s just the way he is enjoy it you daft bitch”

And all the while he was thinking

“No strings, no pressure, don’t let yourself get all carried away with her loveliness like you used to.  This is romantic fun not a fun romance”

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WANGXIAN! POKEMON AU! WANGXIAN! POKEMON AU!

Summary: Wei Wuxian is pretty sure he’s been labelled the most annoying Pokemon trainer on the face of the Earth at this point, and he intends to defend his title. He’ll start with this stuck up kid who just caught him mud-wrestling a Yungoos.

Eevee and Gengar held him back by his jacket, the little traitors. He hand raises them and this is the thanks he gets? They would allow him to be disrespected by this Yungoos without a fight? Clearly, they've been spending too much time with Jiang Cheng and his incessant nagging. Wei Ying loved his brother, but he lived his life on the straight and narrow too much--what's life without a bit of trouble?!

Trouble, this time, took the form of a thieving Yungoos taking his sandwich. 

Did he have others? Yes. Did he need that back? No. The sandwich was filthy now, he couldn't even eat it. But no little rodent was gonna steal from Wei-gege and get away with it that easily… unless his Pokemon have something to say about it.

Wei Wuxian tugged at his jacket. "Hey, come on! Heel! Sit! Lemme at him!"

Eevee shot him a truly unimpressed look and didn't loosen her jaw in the slightest. Ok, fair. Wei Wuxian has never once taught his Pokemon any commands to follow so he probably sounded like a madman screaming orders at them. But still! She understood him! He knows she did! Show some filial piety here, girl!

"Fine!" Wei Wuxian groaned, shoulders sagging in defeat. "Fine. Let me go and I won't do anything. On my honor."

This time, his whole team shot him judgemental looks. Mimikkyu even stuck his fake head out from inside the bag to judge him with beady little fake eyes. They weren't even his real eyes and Wei Ying could still feel the judgement rolling off of them!

What is up with that?! Zero respect, he gets zero respect! 

"I won't!" he insisted. "Besides, what are you gonna do? Hang onto me forever?"

Eevee looked like she was considering it, but she followed suit when Gengar reluctantly loosened her grip. 

"Thank you," Wei Ying said calmly, being the bigger person. "See? I won't do anything. On my honor, I won't."

And he really wasn't going to. He reached into his pack to grab another sandwich, to prove to this Yungoos that he wasn't any broke bitch and could afford his own food without having to steal it from unsuspecting travellers. 

...But then he heard a derisive sniff come from the Yungoos. The little creature actually scoffed at him!

"Got something to say?!"

Yungoos only sniffed again and… turned his tail at him?! Showed Wei Ying his ass-end?! Disrespected him in front of his own children!

Oh. It was ON. 

He thrust his bag at Gengar and jumped into the fray before any of his team could react.

Sorry guys, he never had much honor anyways.

---

“What are you doing?” 

Wei Wuxian freed himself just enough to look up towards the source of the question. He found a boy dressed in pure white staring down at him with a pinched expression. 

“Nothing much?” Wei Ying replied, managing to free his shoulder from the sharp jaws digging into his flesh and face slam the screeching Yungoos into the dirt. “Why do you ask?”

The boy’s expression only became more pinched. “Let the Pokemon up, please.”

Wei Ying suddenly realized how this must look from an outsider’s perspective.

“Hey, hey! Listen! He started it!” But he let the Yungoos go anyways. The little demon hissed and ran towards the boy in white who easily plucked the little creature up and checked him over. Oh sure, now it was docile. Determining that it wasn’t truly injured, the boy set the Pokemon down. 

Watching Yungoos race off, Wei Ying asked, “Hey… he wasn’t, like, yours, was he?”

The boy shook his head and Wei Ying sighed in relief. At least he could avoid that earful. Though, the boy was still looking at him like he was dirt beneath his pristine boots--which, considering the state of him right now, was kind of fair...

Well! No time like now to make a new friend, then! As soon as this boy spent some time with him, Wei Ying was sure he would be able to wipe this horrid first impression clean from his mind! 

...Which could be hard to do if the boy left.

Wei Ying hopped to his feet and gave chase. He couldn’t let this boy leave until he’d at least gotten the chance to explain! He couldn’t lose out on a potentially interesting friend because of a stinking Yungoos. He heard the pitter-pattering of little feet following after him, letting him know that his team was right behind him. 

“Hey, wait up!” Wei Ying called out. When the boy didn’t stop, he tried again. “Either you stop or I’m grabbing your perfect white jacket with my muddy, muddy hands!”

The boy halted and turned to grimace at Wei Ying. “What is it?”

Wei Ying wasted no time. “I’m Wei Ying, courtesy name is Wuxian. And you are?”

The grimace got deeper, but apparently the boy was too polite to not answer him. 

“Lan Zhan. Courtesy name is Wangji.”

“Cool name!” Wei Ying admired. “You can call me Wei Ying. Or XianXian. Or even A-Xian, if you’d like.”

The boy nodded. “And you may call me Wangji.”

Ouch.

“Lan Zhan rolls off the tongue much better!” Wei Ying pressed on, undeterred.

“Wangji is just as easy to say,” his new pal insisted.

Stingy! Wei Wuxian was sure that even Jiang Cheng wasn’t this prickly! At least his brother would try to get along with anyone who wanted to befriend him. This guy was obviously giving off some very strong “Do Not Breathe Near Me, Filthy Mortal” vibes. 

Well! Unfortunately for him, that only made Wei Wuxian more likely to suck in all the oxygen around him! Back home, they called him the world’s most loveable menace (or at least his sister had)! He wouldn’t be giving that title up easily! This boy could obviously use a friend and some lessons in chilling out and Wei Ying would happily provide them for him.

Plus, it didn’t hurt that, objectively, this was the most beautiful person he’d ever seen in his entire life. Wei Ying would like to think he was good looking for a kid and no one in his family was ugly by any means, but this guy blew them all out of the water! Skin as white as alabaster and as smooth-looking as jade! Features that looked as if they were carved by a master sculptor working on his magnum opus! Long, inky hair flowed with every step he took! Thin, pale lips with no sign of dryness or imperfection! Groomed, broad shoulders, narrow hips, long legs, tall, well-dressed! He was like a prince out of a fairytale! 

And Wei Ying bet that he’d be even prettier with a genuine smile on his face! Though, that wasn’t to say that the look of mild-disdain he was giving Wei Ying now took away from his attractiveness in the least.

He was entirely fascinating! And Wei Ying was definitely staring! 

“Well,” Lan Wangji sniffed, turning to leave yet again, “If that’s all then…”

Shit. Wait. He hadn’t at all managed to redeem himself! All he had done was give his name, annoyed the kid more, and stared at him like a creep. Wei Ying hurriedly wracked his brains for something to keep the boy around. Somehow, that translated into him frantically looking around the area looking for something more to talk about. It was then that he noticed….

“OH MY GOD! You have a Glaceon?! Did you evolve her yourself? Oh, look at her!” 

Wei Ying didn’t even give Lan Zhan a chance to respond, lunging forward and scooping up Glaceon and swinging her around, making sure to get a good look at her from all angles.. 

“How did you already get her evolved, you can’t be too much older than me! Eevee, are you seeing this? Evolve into this, she’s so pretty! Woah! Her fur sparkles! What?!”

Lan Wangji cleared his voice sharply, grabbing Wei Ying’s attention.

“He doesn’t like to be touched by strangers.”

Wei Ying felt his fingers go icy-cold. He looked down at his hostage and only caught a glimpse of Glaceon’s glare before yelping at the feeling of sharp claws raking across his cheek.

---

“It’s very minor frostbite,” Lan Zhan told him, “You should recover fully within a day. The scratches should also heal without scarring, they were very superficial.”

He was gentle as he finished applying some antibiotic to Wei Wuxian’s cheek. 

"Thanks. For bringing me to your medical bay and for the help. And sorry for scaring your Glaceon."

Lan Zhan nodded his acceptance of the apology and started to pack up the supplies. Wei Ying laughed awkwardly, never any good with silence.

"So your brother's the gym leader, huh?" Wei Ying had gotten to meet Gym Leader Lan Xichen and was embarrassed that he hadn't made the connection until he saw the resemblance between the two brothers. He had helped both boys to the medical wing when Lan Wangji had dragged a bleeding Wei Wuxian onto his doorstep. He was as kind and serene as people said he was, even if he had looked close to cracking once he'd heard the full story. 

"Yes. You are here to challenge him, correct?"

And, technically, he was right. Wei Ying and his brother had both set out to challenge trials and gyms, trying to get as many as they could. It was a trial a lot of young trainers underwent and there was no way Madam Yu would ever allow her children to skip it. If they were going to do this, they would do it right! Or so help her, lord….

But now that Wei Ying had seen Lan Xichen's lineup, he was starting to wonder whether or not he should wait. He didn't even know where he'd even begin with a Wailord, how does one take down something the size of two whole houses? That thing could fit a city on his back! The only thing he could imagine might work would be to have Pachirisu zap the water and that was dangerous on so many levels! Even Wei Ying wasn't that reckless, no matter what his reputation was! He wasn't looking to die die.  And, well, not to mention that it may not even work--Pachirisu could hardly produce a bolt that strong yet.

Of course, it didn't hurt that the longer he waited, the more time he'd have to get to know Lan Zhan, who only got more and more fascinating the less he talked to Wei Ying. And he really did not want to talk to Wei Ying. At this point, the ever-silent Lan Wangji was practically the most curious thing on the planet!

"I don't know," Wei Ying said with a shrug. "Hey, maybe I'll stick around, see the area. It's beautiful landscape and I'm something of an artist! Maybe… you could show me around?"

Lan Wangji looked like he enjoyed that idea as little as Wei Ying had expected him to. It took everything in his power to not laugh at the sour face the boy was pulling. His face could really get stuck that way at this rate!

Lan Wangji opened his mouth to--presumably to tell Wei Wuxian to get lost and die (probably in much more polite terms but with the same meaning)--when a melodious voice interrupted their conversation.

"If Mr. Wei truly is so taken by our humble little corner, you are naturally welcome to stay as long as you like. We have more than enough empty rooms in this compound," Lan Xichen offered generously as he entered the room with quiet, graceful steps. 

"R-Really?!" Wei Ying cannot say he was expecting this outcome. He knew that Gym Leader had probably found him cute enough for a kid, but not enough that he’d want to invite him willingly into his home! Expecially with how much his brother obviously hated him.

Lan Xichen nodded though. "Of course! Presuming you show me the art you produce. I consider myself something of an artist too, you see."

"Brother…" Lan Zhan protested, his voice flat and filled with disapproval, but he was silenced by a single smile.

"Wangji, show Mr. Wei around, will you? Maybe he can even help you on your task.”

"That is not necessary," Lan Zhan cut his brother off as quickly as possible, clearly trying to nip that idea off at the bud.

Too late, Wei Ying heard that.

"Gym Leader Lan, you're as good as they say! I'll be happy to share any of my sketches!" Wei Ying thanked the big brother before turning to hound his new friend (and they would be friends. Wei Ying would get to know this kid if it killed them both).

Lan Wangji’s expression couldn’t be called a sneer, per se. But Wei Ying had a feeling that it was as close as the other boy had ever gotten to sneering in his life. 

Excellent.

"Hey, I can help with your task! I'm actually pretty strong, you know. And, more importantly, I'll literally do anything! Nothing is too lowly for me, I have zero use for pride! No need to be embarrassed, just ask away! What do you need? Hey, don't ignore me! I'm saying I can help! Hey! HEY! Lan Zhan, wait for me! I'm coming too!"

Glaceon hissed at him as he made to follow Lan Zhan out the door. Wei Ying happily ignored him.

[the-council-of-new-york-vampires]

Priya and Amy being sweet to each other is so cute. I hope you continue it

Out of Character:

Definitely! I’ll continue it right now. :D

…Just wrote it and… This shit is meaningful as hell. I just wanted to write a bit, but… w o w.

It’s not so sexy, but it contains explicit language. Know Priya’s backstory, and I promise you won’t regret reading this…

It was an hour later that Priya woke up.

Amy sat by her side, smiling. “Good morning, sleeping beauty.”

Priya’s eyes widened. “It’s morning?”

She chuckled, told her, “No, it’s still evening. Then again, I didn’t know vampires needed sleep at all.”

Priya shook her head, slightly perplexed. “They don’t.”

Carefully, Amy’s finger stroked her cheek. “Do you remember what I said to you before you fell asleep?” Her voice was quiet once again.

Priya looked at her… and grinned. Even after their romantic night together, her smile had something predatory.

“I mean it,” Amy whispered.

“I appreciate that,” Priya just said.

Amy looked at her for a long time before asking, “…You don’t say it back?”

“I’m not fake.”

…She couldn’t help but feel sad.

Priya placed a hand on Amy’s shoulder and explained, unusually serious, “If I love someone, I let them know. Then again, I told you how I feel about that word. So, no guarantees.”

Amy bit her lip, nodded, understanding. “I can’t force feelings that aren’t there.”

“Maybe they’re there and I don’t know,” she said, shrugging. Priya was surprsingly cool… careless, maybe?

Amy nodded. A bit more distant than before, she stated, “I hope… Maybe you learned that sex can be intimate and gentle and not rough or degrading.”

“Amy, darling, please. Don’t think you can teach me anything about sex. I know everything.”

“But did you know this would feel so good?” With that, she had her.

“…Sure.”

Amy grinned. “What did you say about not being fake?”

Priya nudged her playfully. “Shut up. I’m the realest bitch.”

Amy chuckled. This almost felt like a relationship.

Priya admitted, “It was nice enough.”

“I will treat you gently, forever,” Amy proclaimed. “As long as you let it happen.” She said that with a certain warmth in her voice. “Because I feel it does you good.”

“You can’t do it forever anyway.”

‘As long as I love you. And that’s forever.’ Damn, how cheesy that sounded… Too cheesy to say it.

“Mortals don’t live forever,” Priya noted.

For a longer time, Amy was quiet. “I don’t even know if I’d want to get Turned. It was never an option, really.”

“Why wouldn’t you?”

Amy shrugged, remembering again just how special she felt for being able to say ‘Priya Lacroix is actually interested in me.’ “Being a vampire grants you so many perks. But there are also things you have to give up.” She thought about it, and chuckled. “You’d never understand, but… I think I want children someday.”

Priya said nothing.

Then again, Amy laughed. “I bet you hate them.”

“Mhm…”

“They don’t really go with a glamorous lifestyle,” she joked. “And you wouldn’t want to give that up.”

“I can’t, anyway.”

Amy raised her eyebrows. “Huh?”

“Have kids.”

She nodded. “Yeah.” For the fun of it, Amy said jokingly, “I bet it’s better that way.”

Priya’s stare was cold. As if she was actually offended.

When looking at her, Amy’s smile left her face immediately. “I… Sorry. That’s cruel. You could be a great mother. I don’t know you enough to judge.”

“That’s right. You don’t.” The warmth was gone. “Actually, you don’t know shit about me.”

Amy’s eyes widened. She was suddenly afraid, sad… hurt. “Priya…”

“It’s kinda funny how every asshole judges. I’m so cruel and rude and I’m a horrible person and whatnot. These people… It’s them who I’m coming for first.”

“I… never meant to judge you. I’m sorry. Hell, you might be a better mom than me. You’re loving and mature and capable. I’m dorky as hell. I don’t have half of the experience you have.”

“Mhm.”

Amy grinned, trying to bring back the positivity she usually felt around Priya. “I love how you love your dogs.”

“My dogs are my babies.”

She chuckled. “I wish I was one of them. You’re be a great mama.”

Somehow, Priya didn’t find that too funny.

Amy felt the awkwardness, the coldness betweem them. She took her oversized pullover off to reveal her body, undressed. She lied down next to Priya, the blanket covering both of them. It was quiet until she mumbled, “I could lie here with you and talk to you forever…”

“Am I that interesting?”

“Absolutely. After all, I want to get to know my future wife.”

Priya laughed…

…And Amy was glad. This was Priya’s kind of humor. Babies just seemed to be a taboo topic with her…

“Ask me something nasty.”

Amy thought… and kissed Priyas forehead. “What’s your favorite type of hug?”

Again, Priya laughed. “I hate you. You’re boring as hell.”

“I just think sex isn’t the most important thing in life.” She grinned.

“Having fun is.”

“That sounds… more acceptable.”

“Who cares? Some people should just get their heads out of their asses.”

Amy chuckled. “You know, I… I’ve met quite a few vampires. I learned that many of them are hot. I mean, let’s exclude The Baron and Lester, because they make me gag.”

“They make me vomit in my mouth.”

She laughed. “I learned that vampires must love sex, since… their senses are heightened. Things feel more intense. And that makes sense. Yet, I haven’t met a single vampire as obsessed with sex than you.”

“Pff. They’re just sneaky with it.”

Grinning, she asked, “Are you sure?”

“I guess? It’s just… You know… I collected a lot of shitty experiences regarding the topic. Then I got Turned and I thought… Time to take what I want.”

“Shitty experiences for you would be… Girls in sweatpants. Or men with average dick lengths,” she joked.

“No, like real shitty.”

It was then that Amy understood this was serious. “Oh… Sometimes, talking helps.”

“Yeah, no, nothing really helps.”

“Have you… seeked help? Talked to someone who loves you? I mean… I know it can be difficult. But it’s often for the better.”

Priya sighed. She didn’t seem particularly annoyed. Rather as if there was a heavy weight on her shoulders. One she had been carrying for centuries.

Amy pulled her close. “Shhh,” she whispered. “It’s okay.”

“I’m alone.”

“No. You’re never alone. You can talk to me.” She thought about her words, then added, “I swear, you can always fucking talk to me.” Amy meant this. Nothing more than this.

For a minute, Priya was quiet. She felt Amy’s hand caressing her back. They were naked, together, but nothing about this was sexual. She felt a weird feeling in her throat… as if she had to confess. “Fuck, Amy…”

Amy kissed Priya’s cheek, assured her, “If you don’t want me to know, I respect that. Priya… I respect you so much. It’s just that I know what it feels like to not talk about something, letting it break you. It sucks. And I don’t want that for you. Because you’re an amazing person. You don’t deserve to feel this way. No matter what people say. You’re right; they judge. And they don’t know you.”

Priya sighed. She looked at Amy, taking her head off of the young woman’s shoulder, and asked, “Do you know the sex trafficking industry?”

Amy froze. “Yes.”

“Well… I know what that’s like.”

“Were you…?”

“Yeah.”

Amy was silent. Then she said, “No…”

“Yeah.”

“Priya… I don’t want to believe this.”

She was cold as ice. “Do you think I want to believe that shit?”

Amy was in tears. “No… No… No. I don’t want this. Please… Don’t tell me that’s true.”

Priya smiled, her eyes teary. “Shit. I forgot it was that bad.”

Amy covered her face with her hand… and let the tears fall. She hugged Priya ever so tightly… and cried with her, together.

Eventually, Amy found herself on top of Priya, a blanket covering two women whose faces were wet from tears. She cupped Priya’s cheeks and whispered, “I swear… If anybody fucking hurts you…”

“So many people fucking hurt me.”

“They’re dead. They’re all fucking dead. And if not… I’ll kill them myself.”

“I went through so much shit.”

“For how long, Priya?”

“Eight years.”

“You started when you were…”

“Sixteen.”

“…I’m angry. I’m so fucking angry.”

Priya rubbed her eyes, acknowledging that her makeup might as well be worth getting ruined - just this once. “I’m not even angry anymore.”

“This is a crime against humanity. You were a child.”

“Well, I was a girl.”

“Were your parents cruel?”

“Nah… My mother tried to do everything to provide for us and stuff. Call me stupid, but I’m kinda thankful. The women in my life were strict as hell, but I don’t blame them. They went through the same shit, after all. It went on for generations.”

“And your father?”

“Don’t know who.”

“Oh… Right. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I hate him. No matter who he is, he is a fucking rapist. All of them are.”

“Maybe… Maybe he would have loved you. You’re very loveable…”

“No one loves a daughter.”

“Priya…”

“It’s true. It’s a man-made system. Literally.”

“…Damn. After all you went through… How can you look men in the eyes?”

“Honestly? I have no idea.” She laughed. “Sometimes, I call one of my toys, and I say ‘Down!’. And he looks at me all sorry and shit. And I order it again. He gets on his knees before me. And I kick his balls so good. With heels on.”

“…Ouch.”

Again, she laughs. “His screams don’t make up for what I went through.”

“I can imagine… But we live in a different system now. Men are… different.”

“‘Let boys be boys.’ God, when I hear that, I cringe.”

Amy faced the ground… and nodded. She wiped her tears away.

“One time, I got pregnant. And I thought: ‘Shit’.”

It was then that she gaped. “What?”

“You bet I had no idea who her father was. And I thought… Damn. That’s it. I’m continuing the cycle.”

Amy felt the sadness coming back up. “Was it… a girl?”

“I like to think it was.”

She thought back of their recent conversation… and it hit her. “Priya… I’m so sorry. I had no idea you were pregnant as a human.”

“Me, pregnant… You’re right, it sounds ridiculous. I wouldn’t even believe it myself if I didn’t know for a fact it’s true.”

“Did you… have an abortion?”

“Hm… More like a miscarriage.”

“Oh, shit… I’m sorry…”

“The worst thing wasn’t even that I got pregnant. The worst thing was that I actually wanted her. Not in the first place. I was at my lowest. But I got used to the thought, however that worked. I don’t know. All I know is I was ready. And then I lost her.”

And again, Amy was crying.

“I thought life fucking hates me. Life must be a man, I thought. And you better believe I hated that motherfucker back.”

Amy did the only thing that felt right. She hugged Priya, kissed her… “I love you.”

Somehow, Priya grinned. “Damn. One tragic lifestory and every bitch is at my feet.”

“Priya, I want to fight the world. With you. It’s us against the rest.”

Priya chuckled. “Are you on crack?”

For the first time, Amy laughed. It felt like medicine to a wounded soul. “I’m sad as hell, okay?”

“Time heals all wounds, I guess. At least, that’s what smart people say. It turns wounds to scars. Like, I can talk about it and… not lose my shit. I can be fine. At least, kinda.”

Amy lied down, her head on Priya’s chest. “Are you glad you spoke up?”

“Somehow, yeah. Unless you’ll choose to fuck with me up with it.”

“Never.”

“Well,” Priya said, “it’s not like I wouldn’t kill you.”

“I wouldn’t even be offended if you killed me.”

The two of them laughed.

“Priya?” Amy then asked.

“Sup?”

“Are you… often dating?”

“Not really. I mean, nothing serious these days. I have my toys and that’s it. I seek new ones, and sometimes… Sometimes I break them. But that’s all. No romance and shit like that.”

“…These days?”

“Yeah. I kinda stopped taking it serious.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. It’s like… responsibility. And… I mean, in a relationship, people are supposed to be equal. I realized that doesn’t work.”

Amy was silent. Then she said, “You’d be equal with me.”

But apparently, her voice was too quiet. Priya continued. “I really thought it could work. One time, I was at a sex party with Vega and-”

“Vega?”

“Yeah.”

“Senator Vega?” Amy couldn’t believe it.

“You’re cute when you’re surprised. Anyway-”

“Don’t tell me The Council threw a sex party.”

Priya laughed. “Ew, fuck no. It was a private thing back when we were dating.”

“I… had no idea you were dating him in the past.” Somehow, that changed her perspective. On both of them. A match made in hell.

“1920s. Wild time. Anyway. I was having the time of my life at that party. It was so good that I collapsed.”

Amy gaped. “What the hell?”

“It was great. Damn, I was exhausted. I felt high as hell. Somehow, he stood before me and I just gave him a blowjob. I don’t know if I wanted it at the moment. But he wanted, and I didn’t think. And he cupped my cheeks and pulled me close and I just did it.”

“Uh… Okay…” Another person Amy could never look in the eyes again…

“A moment later, there were a dozen guys surrounding us. And they watched us and jerked off, close to my face and shit. And I was kinda thinking ‘Excuse me??’. I tried to pull away, but he kept me in place and I could tell he was totally enjoying it. He was in control at the moment and he took advantage of me, showing off to all those assholes. And I didn’t want it. Later I realized he had made me feel the exact way I’ve felt all these years. Used.”

“…Wow. I hate him so much right now.”

“Don’t. He’s a fun guy. He was the only one who believed in me, that I could be a famous designer and shit. I owe him a lot. Plus, we had a friends with benefits thing going on for some time. I don’t hate him one bit.”

“But that’s not okay. He was putting his ego over your needs. Have you ever talked to him about it?”

“When the whole thing was over, I said I was exhausted. Seriously, I couldn’t even walk. He picked me up and drove me home.”

“And that’s it?”

“When we woke up afterwards, I told him it was fucked up. And he didn’t even know what I was talking about. So I described it and he said he hadn’t known I was uncomfortable at the moment. I told him that I was and that I didn’t enjoy it, and he apologized and said he wouldn’t have continued if he had known. And then he changed the topic, and I just took it as answer. I was okay with it. We did more fun things and never talked about it again. But it kinda stuck with me.”

Finally, Amy looked Priya in the eyes. “…I would never treat you like that.”

“You’re not a man.”

“Don’t you date women?”

“Not really. I figured dating isn’t really my thing. I think women demand more attention than men. I’m not one to give so much… rather receive.”

Amy looked at Priya in a way that expressed more than words ever could. Simply, she said, “I’d treat you like a goddess, Priya.”

After a silent moment, Priya grinned and said, “I am one.”

“You truly are… Sometimes, I look at you… And I’m just speechless. Like, how could someone be this damn beautiful? Inspirational, even.”

Priya smiled… and the predatory streak was gone. “I didn’t tell you these shit stories for nothing, Amy.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that you make me see the world in a different light. We talked… And I feel brand new. Like… There’s something I wanna try.”

Was that a hint? Amy took a breather. She had to fucking ask this. “Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

Priya was quiet. Then, she said, “Fuck yeah.”

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Not So Randomly | Part 5/5 [END]

🌟 Pairing : Im Changkyun (I.M) x Reader

🌟 Genre : Fluff, Angst

🌟 Warnings : I’m not a smut writer, but let’s say suggestive… 😏

🌟 Word count : 17.4k

🌟 Synopsis : Whenever you cross the path of Im Changkyun, that guy you hate and that hates you, it seems to be the worst day of your life. But, strangely enough, it also becomes the best and most accurate of moments you’ve ever had. So, the more you randomly end up stucked with each other, the more a question can arise : is it really chance that has something against you, or is it serendipity that drives you one towards the other?

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🌟 A/N : This is it… This is the end, this is the last part, and I myself can’t believe it. I also can’t thank you guys enough for reading until then, for trusting my writing and waiting for the next part (sorry for publishing it after so long...). You, every single one of you that has read it, are the reason I could end it proudly and with a lot of joy to share it with you. 

This is only my second work on Tumblr but my first series so I feel reaaaally emo about this now, I’m sorry, but once again T H A N K  Y O U.

Enjoy this last part as much as I have, and stan MONSTA X! #DRAMARAMA #MONSTAX1stwin #letsgetit ♥♥♥

And to finish, I wanted to thank and dedicate this part to @bang-nao​ who has been of great great support since the beginning and helped me write this fic til the end with the best words she’s told me! I hope you like the end! ♥

Disclaimer : any gifs or images used, even edited, are not mine and belong to their rightful owners!

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  Love. One word that made the kids at school frown and say "errrrk" every time they're asked if they have a lover ; the teenagers and young adults' hearts flutter, bodies energetic and minds full of questions every time they feel he or she is the one before they end up crying with snacks surrounding them or taking poor decisions to digest their umpteenth breakup ; and parents think back of the times when they went through those same crises, with a smile on their faces as they watch over the very people who gave love a whole new meaning to them.

And to you, it was a mix of all that, but without being exactly the same : from the frown you gave the first time you had realized you loved Im Changkyun the asshole ; to the craziness of your heart, body and mind every time Im Changkyun the loveable had been near you ; to the tears you had shed because of his behavior as well as yours ; to the poor decision you had made just now by panicking while you were finally sure of everything ; to the smile that had disguised your lips as you had watched him on stage, and that he had taken away the second he turned his back on you.

The music was piercing your eardrums and the neon spots were blurring your vision, but you were trying your best to focus on every single human being under your eyes to find the only one you cared about right now. However, everything in the warehouse was hectic ; the party had really started in no time, bodies already bouncing against each other and yours by the way, screams of lyrics perturbing you, and darkness reducing your chances to spot him quickly. You then decided to go upstairs, where couches and tables had been displayed for momentary pauses or peaceful discussions, hoping you'd have a better view from above as you sure could recognize that fool only from the top of his head.

He couldn't have disappeared that quickly, could he...? Your hunt for Changkyun had only begun when you suddenly heard a familiar voice above the noise :

"Looking for someone?"

You turned your head to your right to discover Gyujeong, with his elbows leaning on the fence and almost touching yours, a smile on his face. You jumped in surprise before tipping back to watch if Hwimin was anywhere near him because if that was the case, you had to run away immediately. Not now. The dark-haired guy caught the fear in your eyes that were going back and forth between him and the landscape behind his frame, and he spoke up again :

"He's not here, oh my god Y/N calm down!"

"Sorry, I'm just... Not ready. I have something to do before!" you protested over the music, your attention drown back to the crowd dancing and cheering under your feet, and Gyujeong followed your stare.

"Who was the guy you were with earlier? You seemed pretty close…" he asked and you sighed.

"I don't really know right now..." you sincerely answered.

Gyujeong tilted his head before drinking a sip from his red cup, and he shot you a curious look once you turned to him, your left side against the barrier and a sly smile dressing your lips.

"And you? Shouldn't you be with someone we both know too damn well?"

He laughed and nodded in defeat, before biting his bottom lip.

"So you caught me... I'm actually looking for her too. Great view huh?" he smiled shyly, making you laugh.

"Do you want me to call her?" You asked, taking your phone from your purse but Gyujeong placed a hand on yours to stop you.

"You're okay with this? I mean... us?" He looked at you with concern in his eyes, and you used your free hand to place it on his broad shoulder.

"I totally get why you like each other, you're exactly the same" you breathed, closing your eyes in acknowledgement. "Yes, I'm okay. I bet on you since the beginning, and I can't waste all your efforts to get to her rock-like heart now that you're almost there!"

Gyujeong laughed another time and he let go of your hand, but the smile you had shared with him instantly disappeared when you caught a glimpse of a familiar silhouette approaching the both of you. Not now.

"Hey Y/N!" his high pitched voice melted in your ears, while his shy smile brightened his cute face, and you felt your members froze in their place as he was waving at you.

Hwimin made his way between Gyujeong and you, and you saw his best friend wiggle his brows at you before he disappeared in no time, leaving you both in an awkward silence – well with background music at least but your lips were sealed – and without you seeing it coming, your blood started to boil into your veins and you felt hot flashes burning your cheeks as well as your neck. Hwimin faced you, leaning his side against the barrier as you did and you could see from the way he was looking at the dark liquid he was turning into his cup, that he was as flustered as you to be reunited after so long, after your last goodbye that had been... Well… Emotional.

"Can we... Like... Talk outside?" he suggested, brushing his hair with his left hand and you felt your heart stricken into your chest.

You couldn't prevent yourself from thinking back of those simple moments when you had been going to high school parties together, enjoying with your friends and drinking love shots ridiculously, because that's how he was back then. But as you recalled his Instagram pictures, you shook your head as you now were sure you couldn't spend those kinds of moments with him anymore. He had changed and so had you ; so had your feelings for him, yet when he landed his squirrel eyes on you, you felt chills going down your spine and your hands growing wet instantly, showing you you were affected. But in which kind of way...?

"Y-Yeah, sure..." you reluctantly answered, gulping hard as you threw one last look towards the crowd without seeing Changkyun this time too.

However, if you had lost sight of him the moment you were separated, Changkyun had never lost track of you. He was posted at the very end of the bar, right next to the stage where he had performed with all his heart, heart that was beating hardly after you had just sat on it with your attitude. And right now, he was observing you going down the stairs with some guy he quickly but rightfully concluded to be your ex, and it definitely triggered the time bomb he had in him. You were going to deal with it like that? So would he. Changkyun emptied up his drink instantly and, like the time at the pool party, he decided he'd suppress his feelings for a while by enjoying everything tonight that hadn't anything to do with you, or your eyes, or your face, or your lips he was dying to kiss, or your hands, or your body perfectly fitted for your damn outfit, or your...

 You hadn't expected to be that agitated by the return of your ex into your life, as you couldn't even reason yourself that it was just for one night at the moment. Why did it hurt in some way?

The closer you grew to him as you walked outside, the more every single one of the feelings you ever had for him started to tingle next to your unprepared heart, the souvenir of his small lips on yours suddenly the clearer it could be, those lips you were now able to see through the darkness and that finally moved once you found a quiet spot to talk around the warehouse :

"Long time no see." he finally said in a sweet voice, and your words fought in your head to get out at once.

You didn't know if that was because of the sparkling world Changkyun had left you in – despite your argument that had tarnished it –, but you found yourself thinking that he still was cute, even when you had summoned yourself to remain indifferent before you went to the party, even when you had been persuaded that your feelings for Changkyun were making you blind to anyone else's beauty anyway. How come your predictions about yourself could be so wrong? A few seconds went by and you still hadn't said anything, as you were growing close to the scary conclusion that even if it was just for one night, your reunion with Hwimin was going to ask from you a lot more effort than what you had planned.

Despite what he had done to you and how much he had seemed to change, you noticed that Hwimin still cared about you and had come to know you in his own way, as he didn't press you nor maintained his insisting look on your blushing face. Yet, he unexpectedly ran his hands through his pockets and didn't catch the surprise in your eyes when he took out a cigarette from them as well as a lighter, before he started to smoke, waiting for your answer.

"So now you smoke?" you finally spoke up, and Hwimin looked up to you with his brows up on his forehead.

"Oh? Oh I always have, I just didn't do it in front of you because I knew you didn't like it" he smiled awkwardly before breathing out some grey smoke in the air.

You didn't know if you had to feel disappointed that he had hidden such an important aspect of his personality from you back then, or thankful that he had been considerate of you doing so, so you only nodded, grimacing at the same time as the smoke came accidently right into your face.

"S-Sorry, I'll stop I-"

"That's fine, finish it" you cut him as he had bent down to crash it on the ground, so he straightened himself before putting the cigarette back into his mouth.

"So... How have you been doing?" he tried.

"Pretty fine, and you?"

"Same..."

Silence. You wanted to bury yourself into the ground, his eyes on you enough to kill you.

"Look Y/N I..."

"Don't tell me you're sorry again or else I'm leaving right now" you interfered, having had enough with his excuses as they had been the only damn words you had heard in your head every time you had thought about him.

He chuckled, throwing his head in the back before taking another puff on the thin cylinder of paper, tobacco and some other bad things for one's organism.

"I was going to say that I missed you, but I don't think that's any better now" he frankly replied and you got taken aback.

Gyujeong had warned you, when he had read the messages Hwimin had sent you, that his best friend was obviously trying to get you back, but you hadn't believed him at that time, or more precisely you had banished that foolish possibility from your mind as it wasn't logical in any way for you.

However, he had said it, with his eyes looking anywhere but you and his cheeks amazingly turning red from embarrassment, but even without this physical hint you would've known his state of mind just by his expression that was between the urge to laugh nervously and the shock from having been that honest without boundaries.

"You dumped me, Hwimin, remember? Don't you think it's a little bit late to regret and say this?" you asked, an ounce of sarcasm lacing your voice while you crossed your arms on your chest.

You needed to stay strong. To stick to what you had been saying to yourself ever since he broke up with you so you'd move on – well, had you really needed to do that little lecture? Or Changkyun hadn't he done everything himself?

"I know I know. But it takes a mistake for someone to realize things, am I wrong?" he exhaled, smiling to himself before locking eyes with you who had been looking at him stressing out ever since you had settled outside.

He marked a point, Changkyun could be the first one to testify, and so were you tonight after having been a coward, making you open your eyes on your feelings and what you truly wanted.

"You're right" you only added, waiting for him to continue – and somehow, to finish, soon, what he had to say.

"So yeah… I realized that I missed you, I missed..." he laughed, clearly getting shyer second by second and you could feel your heart melt before the sight. "I missed us." he shrugged. "I wasn't even interested in other girls you know, yes I had fun at my parties and stuff'-"

"I could clearly see that" you mumbled, cutting him off unwillingly and catching him off guard.

"W-What do you mean?"

"Your social networks tell a lot, Hwimin. A lot that I couldn't even recognize, and now that you also revealed to me you've always smoked even while being with me, I wonder if I ever knew you, at all. I wonder if the guy I dated, and ended up liking at some point, wasn't just some role you had showed off so that you could please me, because I know you liked me first. I wonder if the real you wasn't the one you are now, and maybe I don't know anymore."

"I'm still the same, Y/N, it's the business schools' life that I follow but I'm still me! I've always been true with you I swear!"

Hwimin took a step towards you after having thrown away his cigarette, and his arms extended quickly like a spasm before dropping to his sides, and you assisted to a wave of frustration drowning on him and his patience as he brushed his face with the palms of his hands while sighing loudly.

He suddenly looked… desperate.

"I know you don't believe in me right now. I… I fucked up really bad. But I swear I'm the same Lee Hwimin. I'm Hwim! And because I never felt that way with someone else before… Fuck, I missed you and I'm not here to apologize because I know you'll kill me, but to ask you to give me another chance."

You prevented your right hand to place itself onto your heart that was about to explode from its increasing heartbeat, or to maintain your jaw that could drop to your feet at any moment. How come you only met boys not only that regret passing by you, but that were also that fucking straightforward about their feelings? Shouldn't boys be the ones that don't express themselves and make girls run miles and miles after them only to have a semblance of demonstration coming from them at the end?

"I can't, Hwimin. I can't." you half-whispered.

It weirdly hurt you to reject him like that when he had just sincerely poured out his feelings for you, even more with that desperate and somehow needy look in his eyes, as you had known him to be discreet about them.

"Won't you ask me why?" you overbid, growing anxious at his lack of answer or reaction.

Indeed, your ex was just standing before you and it took him a few seconds before he nodded and smiled sadly, finally digesting the rejection after having been slapped by your words.

"It's the guy I saw you with earlier, isn't it?" he asked in return, digging into his pockets once again but more nervously this time, as he took another cigarette and lightened it faster than at the beginning of your discussion.

So he did see something… You felt short of breath all of a sudden, heat steaming under your eyelids and signaling you the arrival of tears that were, as usual, unwelcomed, so you looked up at the deep night sky to fight them back. Were they linked to your uneasiness? To guilt? To stress? Or to the souvenirs with Hwimin that kept confusing you and your decisions?

"Y-Yes."

He chuckled and the sound electrocuted you.

"I should be happy for you, that's right? I mean, I'm the one who messed up that relationship so I have no say in this" he almost said to himself, his eyes no longer looking at you as they were focusing on whatever was on the ground, and it killed you to see him like this.

You didn't blame him for dumping you with a poor reason anymore, and, as you had affirmed to Gyujeong, you still cared about him. So you started to feel bad for possibly making him think you had moved on that quickly from him, when you had left him with the image of you crying as the last one he could remember, image which was supposed to reflect how much you liked him back then. But deep down you knew, he had been some kind of rebound at first, and Solhee had told you she had warned him about it in your place ; still he had been willing to go out with you, and right now you felt bad about it. Really really bad.

"I… I just wanted you to know…" you stuttered, searching for the right words but shocking yourself for speaking up when in reality you had no idea what was going on in your busy head. "He's the guy from last summer. Hadn't it been for him, I wouldn't have been attracted to anyone else for a while. I really liked you, Hwimin. But… I think love him. He came back into my life, and he took back his fucking place, and I couldn't do anything about it."

Your ex finally acknowledged you as he heard the trembling in your voice, and the second his small and dark eyes landed on your confused face, you bit your bottom lip firmly so that the stupid tears wouldn't spill out. Shit, why were you so emotional about it? What about being indifferent? What about being disgusted of him and end up things once and for all without blaming yourself in the end?

"Hey hey hey, stop giving me excuses Y/N. And I see you want to cry you little emo…" Hwimin suddenly joked, and it magically lifted something from your oppressed chest. "I already told you, I have no say in this. I was close to you, Y/N, and even if it was just for a short moment, I still saw you were someone sincere. That guy is fucking lucky, he has no idea."

There he was. There he had been. The Lee Hwimin you had known. The Lee Hwimin you had fallen for, not deeply enough, but still. The Lee Hwimin who seemed to be a child, without anything mature nor serious about him, always telling jokes, pulling pranks, doing silly things, except when he had been with you and you only. There, in the school's empty hallways, in the streets or the parks with your hands intertwined, on his bed lying next to each other, he had been manly and had given you advices, reassured you, confessed a little bit more about himself ; he had let down his guard and had shown you he could be anything but the "cool and funny guy of the class". And there he was, being resolute but with a smile on his face, being understanding even if deep down you could guess he was hurt, being far from the party guy that had broken up to live freely. He hadn't changed.

"It's weird because I'm about to say sorry when to begin with you're the one who was supposed to be at fault" you giggled, caressing slowly your naked arms that were freezing cold.

"Then don't, I have nothing to forgive here. It's my loss lady!" he exclaimed, ending up his cigarette and this time, when he put his hands in his pockets, it was only to stay in a relaxed position that fitted well with the atmosphere that had become lighter.

You stared at him a few more seconds, making sure you had shut down every single voice in your head telling you something else than "you took the right decision, no regrets, you can feel at ease!" – lucky for you, they spoke up less than ten seconds, because your mind soon had welcomed back the memory of Changkyun rapping on stage, making your heart flutter and ache to see him at the same time. Your guilt towards Hwimin had just been put to an end and by him himself, leaving a vacant spot for the one you were feeling for Changkyun a few moments ago, that gladly took it back.

" Maybe we should stop talking already, if he sees you with me he'll-"

"He doesn't have a say in this" you quoted, making the boy in front of you laugh wholeheartedly this time. "But I'm not against going back into the warehouse because I'm going to die from cold!"

"You… You're okay for spending the party with me?" Hwimin shyly asked, his little mouth forming a round.

"Why not? We're okay now, and if I don't that means I can't stay with my own best friend because you're going to return to yours who's probably smooching her somewhere down there right now!"

You turned around and started to walk, feeling suddenly confident and a thousand times better. Now, all you had to do to finally have your life sorted out, was to find the ugly bastard you loved and clear things up, so you were growing impatient. Hwimin followed behind you, a smile now stretching his lips and if you couldn't hear it, he could feel nothing in his body but the boom of his heart against his ribcage.

"I'm fine with being friends, but if that's too selfish of me then I'm also fine if you don't want to" you finally confessed.

Maybe, you were letting yourself go too quickly ; maybe, you should settle for only making things up with your ex and not cross the line ; maybe, as most of people would say, it was a bad idea to keep him as a friend into your life ; however, your heart was telling you to at least try, the distance as a fatal argument to convince you it wouldn't be that hard to manage. Deep deep down though, your inner self was slowly admitting that you would actually like to meet with him and the potential couple from time to time, and that without feeling weird or uneasy towards each other.

"No, that's fine by me. I had prepared myself to be rejected and ask to be friends anyway, Gyujeong never ceases to blame me for having destroyed our super quartet" he sniggered and you turned your head to look at him and so did he, and in his eyes you could read his sincerity.

  ***

  You entered the warehouse and as you started to follow him towards the bar where he guessed your friends would be, you suddenly spotted your long-hunted target, still at the end of the bar, apparently talking with a group of friends – all smiles and laughs, how curious for someone who was in such a bad mood before.

"Excuse me, I have something to do, I'll be right back" you informed Hwimin who nodded without asking, and you suddenly split your duo to go past more and more people, until you finally reached Im Changkyun the magnificent, in all his beauty and sexiness that shook you to the core for the fourth time in the evening, but you hurriedly focused on what you had to tell him – those fucking things he hadn't let you earlier.

Of course he would be at the bar. The first and only time you had went to a party with him, you could clearly picture the image of him running away from you after the kiss to go drink and drink in Minhyuk's kitchen, and now you knew it had been to mop up his emotions ; so it should be the case tonight. That was his own way of brushing off everything – as a lot of good drinkers around you right now – but you needed to explain yourself before he'd be too drunk to understand, your impatient heart unable to think of letting the situation pending any longer. You just had to say it : I really really really like you, Changkyun – not love, you were still scared of admitting it yourself and when you had dropped the word in front of your ex, you had been about to die. It was going to be hard, with people surrounding you and the loud music forcing you to scream it with all your heart when all you wanted was some intimate moment with him. Anyway, no time for whims and requirements, you had to fix what you had done.

You grasped his shoulder as he was taking another drink in his large hands, not caring about his friends that glanced at you with curious eyes. Yet, you lost confidence when his own dropped on you and you saw they were as dark as ever, the smile he had given to the barman also falling instantly.

"What do you want?" he said in a monotone, his famous leveled-up chin defying you, and you felt some urge to kick him pulsating into your veins as you wished for him to throw away his cocky demeanor sometimes.

"To talk. You didn't let me finish and just went your way, that's not fair Changkyun" you exposed over the music, and you plainly caught the annoyed look that got him.

His friends beside him signaled him they were returning to the dancefloor, especially a girl who clung onto him and started to drag him gently while smiling weirdly at you – was that even a smile? You couldn't mirror her hypocrisy as you shot her an angry look.

"Excuse me but we're not done here, so could you be polite and wait please?" you asked through gritted teeth, and the girl finally let go of your hopefully-soon-to-be-boyfriend, whom eyes grew big.

"Hey, stop it Y/N!" he finally interfered, then he turned away from you to whisper something into her ear, and you swore you were about to burst.

He wasn't paying any attention to you nor what you had to say ; he couldn't even dodge that girl to focus on you, no ; oh God, how you hated the fuckboy he became every time he entered a party.

"Who's she? She's ruining your mood when we're not even started…" you overheard the words coming from her pink-tinted plum lips that brushed against his pierced ear.

"Look, Y/N, I just want to enjoy right now, let's talk later, huh? I don't want to do this right now" he spoke up without looking at you and it left you shocked, your heart blowing up and the heat of your body going past the temperature from the hottest fever you ever had.

How could he care less? Changkyun nodded at the bitch that smiled at you slyly and gave him a high five he received without great enthusiasm, but still had.

"Wow. Wow, okay Changkyun. Yeah, let's talk later, if you don't end hooking up with some girl to forget about me, like last time" you spat and you saw it rang a bell inside his seemingly empty head, as some light in his dim eyes got finally turned on.

"Don't start with this, I just want to party and we can talk tomorrow! Don't try to make me take the blame here, you shouldn't have-"

"Have a nice evening." you smiled in a chanting tone and you went past him and his chick that you caught laughing, making you want to slap her for being this disrespectful, but only after having killed him for humiliating you right in front of her two eyes.

Let's enjoy he said. You couldn't wrap your head around his capacity of leaving your relationship under a question mark when so much had happened in no time, nor how he could have been so passionate about it earlier and so laid-back right now. You were truly angry and hurt at the moment, yet you were willing to wait for him to step down from his pedestal from where he had just looked down on you and your feelings, because you still felt guilty for having angered and hurt him too first. Such a beautiful give and take.

 Nevertheless, your wish to ignore each other and spend a great night without thinking back of what happened wasn't going to last long, as soon a beer pong was organized outside by the student's association. To be honest, you were quite talented at this game – your friends in high school even called you Miss BPong – so you hurried yourself towards one of the two tables with your quartet as a team ready to challenge. However, you just had installed yourself and taken over the ping pong ball, when another group was called to face yours after having listed their team name near the student's association representative. And without great surprise now, your team had randomly ended up paired with Changkyun's, which included Hoseok, Jooheon, and also the clingy girl who didn't seem to be able to let go of the moron's arm. It made your heart sunk that he let her be, but your solid pride and the now sufficient amount of alcohol in your blood helped you smile at him who, on the contrary, couldn't hide how pissed off he became the second he heard you call for Hwimin in the crowd so that he'd get ready to play.

Oh, he didn't know what was about to happen to him. He didn't know how determined you were to make him pay right now. He didn't know the real reason behind the bright smile you gave both him and his chick, and you could clearly see in his sharp eyes that it confused the heck out of him. He immediately volunteered to face you, probably wishing it would destabilize you, when in reality it had been what you had wanted since you had spotted him in the opponent's team, so you chuckled as you caught him biting his bottom lip in anticipation. He looks so good, even when tipsy. You made the ball bounce a few times on the table, and when the representative gave the signal, you threw the little white object which landed perfectly in a cup. Your team and the spectators around you – curious students and smokers – screamed as you faked a reverence, then glanced at Changkyun who cracked his neck twice before emptying up the glass, all the while looking at you suspiciously.

Even when the players switched, Changkyun and you didn't lose eye-contact, making your heart pound hard into your chest and your body crave to go to him and steal him away, until a group of five girls approached him with smiles on their faces. Your eyes diverted towards them, curiosity tingling your insides, so you focused on hearing what they were about to say.

"Hey, we just wanted to tell you we were impressed by your rap earlier! You're sooooo talented" one of them engaged, and you could only shut your mouth and agree.

No way were you going to get jealous, because what they didn't know, was that beautiful rap had been written for you and you only.

"Oh… Thanks girls" the grey-haired moron answered while scratching his neck, sign of his intimidation, and you saw him look at you from the corner of his eye for less than a second.

"It sounded like it was for someone in particular, was it? I wish it had been for me…" another one chuckled in a way too girly tone for your taste, so you just rolled your eyes at her remark – and Changkyun gladly caught that.

At least, you could acknowledge her guts to flirt with him so openly.

"Yeah kind of, but everyone else can identify y'know it's the purpose of a song" he shrugged, straightening himself for you to witness how proud he felt right now, proud of being complimented but also proud of shoving a pin right into your face.

Seriously? You turned around to prevent him from noticing your upset expression, but luckily Hwimin made a goal exactly at the same time, helping you to smile and hide behind the victory's poker face. Changkyun was obviously analyzing each one of your actions and reactions, but you wouldn't give him any kind of personal satisfaction. So you only cheered with your team and when your turn came again, you were more than eager to make him drink and transform his fuckboy brain into nothing else but a puddle of alcohol. However, the boy knew the tricks to play on you, knew the right strings to pull at your heart, knew you were totally fond of him so as he had the privilege to shoot first at this round, he enjoyed it for taking his time in flustering you.

He first combed his hair in the back with his beautiful ringed fingers so that it would reveal his forehead – one bullet, bam! –  ; then, he dropped his suede jacket on his broad shoulders that thankfully were hidden under his turtleneck but it fitted his torso in every single inch possible – second bullet boy – ; to finally glance at your more than boiling face. And he smirked, yes, he used that killing smirk of his, well aware that his looks had been an excellent weapon to use – all kill.

Well done Changbitch, you silently chuckled as regardless of the success of his attitude, he still had acted like some hot girl appealing her charms to her target. You both were being so childish, you both were way too stubborn to let go and surrender first, but how amused you were feeling seeing him trying hard to get through your façade.

So, with his overall sexy and cocky appearance, also shooting love bullets at every girl around that had their eyes full of stars on him, Changkyun threw the ball and of course, chance decided he would make it so it would be funnier. You nodded in silence, ignoring his last look before he turned to hug his teammates and thank his "fans" that were literally going crazy over one successful shot. You drank slowly, taking time in evacuating the effect he just had dropped on you, hoping it would join the liquor going down your body.

Then again, the sweaty palms made their great return as well as the wobbling legs, because the tipsy you could only feel more attacked than usually by all his inconspicuous and indirect actions meant for you. You shot the ball a little carelessly this time, as the need to step aside and breathe some fresh air was urging you to end your turn. Yet, your talent hadn't let you down as you successfully made him drink too, earning an expression on his face that clearly related what you shared on your minds : "Excellent".

"Waaaah Y/N you're really a pro, always making it at first try!" Jooheon suddenly exclaimed and his bright smile warmed you up, as well as Hoseok's thumbs lifted up to your address.

Changkyun was also smiling at you, then Hwimin slammed his hands against yours and grabbed you by the neck to shake it, like a gest of approbation that coaches do with their best sports' element when they win. You giggled with him, ignoring the deadly stare at you coming from the other side, as you now were strictly happy to spend the night with Hwimin and his true self that always made you laugh. Like old times, like good times. Alcohol had dispelled the awkwardness between the both of you, and it was as if you had returned to high school's parties with your favorite friends, the only thing that had changed being the word "friendship" instead of "lovers" labeled on your relationship with Hwimin now.

Players switched, Jooheon taking the place to face your ex, and you finally reported your attention to Changkyun that had crossed his arms and was poking his cheek with his tongue, obviously having been disturbed by the sudden skinship and friendliness going on between Hwimin and you. You just had reunited and he could touch you like that? However, as you watched each other in silence for a few seconds, you feeling totally satisfied by him being jealous, Changkyun's heart felt at ease with him being your only source of care again. Until Hwimin marked a point and pulled you into a team hug.

"What's going on between the both of you? Even I myself can feel the pressure, it's so thick guys" Hoseok whispered to his dongsaeng, who had started to tap his feet against the ground before exhaling loudly.

"You see that guy over there?" he answered, pointing at Hwimin who still had an arm on both Solhee's and your shoulders. "That's her ex. I can't stay calm."

"Ahhhh I see... That's why you've been acting like a playboy for ten minutes straight now" Hoseok mocked him, receiving a nudge of Changkyun's left elbow. "What? Admit it! Don't worry it works, she was flustered every time!"

"Who was flustered by what?" Jooheon entered the conversation as he had left his place for the only girl of their team to play.

"See for yourself" Changkyun shrugged, designating you with a small nod of his head, and by chance you just had landed your eyes on him at this very moment, a perfect timing for Jooheon to catch you in a moment of pure weakness as you were biting your lip.

"I. See. Sexual tension in here. You're too young for this maknae!" Jooheon whined before punching him hard on the arm.

"Yah! Are you crazy?! It hurts!" he frowned while checking if you had witnessed that – but no you were talking to Hwimin once again amazing –, even if deep down he had been more attacked by the s word than by the hit itself.

"As much as it hurts me to see two young people turned on! You're not even dating yet!" his best friend replied back, making Hoseok burst into laughter.

"We're not turned on! We're not..." Changkyun mumbled in a less convinced tone, his glance still on you who were fanning yourself with both of your hands.

Are we?

 The game went on and on, Changkyun and you ridiculously pursuing your plans to destabilize each other as well as showing the other one you weren't affected at all – when in fact you both were dying to kiss those lips that met cups after cups. Changkyun felt his heartbeat increase every time he faced you in that fucking gorgeous bodysuit, with your lipstick starting to fade from the sour liquid brushing against it, but what triggered him the most was the kind of tension floating between the both of you. Sexual or not, bullshit Jooheon. He liked, no, he loved it, his competitive and manly side on the lookout, and the more his eyes landed on the proud and fiery woman you were, the more he wanted to push it further to the edge to witness what you would bloom into. He adored how mad at him you were and how swiftly you were taking your revenge right now, with a fierce look that had made its home in your eyes, a nonchalant demeanor that possessed your body moves, the smiles you were giving him ; everything that was supposed to frustrate him only stimulated him.

He, wasn't even mad anymore – did he even know in what state he was except that his body felt good with all the liquor he had drank by now? He didn't even care about your ex being here anymore, even if deep down it had reassured him to see you more into himself  than into Hwimin's presence. Just with your little game within a game, you were showing him you had a real interest in him only, and that's all that mattered to him. He could grasp your attention, as even when you were not facing him directly behind the table, he felt your stare on him – and his "fans" he didn't give a shit about but only acted like it so you would be even madder. Oh, how he loved to be selfish ; but moreover, how he loved to feel desired by the woman he loved, when he had feared you didn't want him the way he did at the beginning of the party.

   ***

   The last ball was shot, the last cup was emptied up, and with that, you linked your arms with your best friend that was drunker than you – she had started to hiccup as a hint – to go dance, because you hadn't truly enjoyed the music ever since you arrived, as you had only been going around the warehouse. As if the party had been located outside for you. You purposely didn't look back and left Changkyun behind you, still in the act of the indifferent but fatal girl ; still, your body and heart were screaming that your foolish and tensed game had almost killed them, even more than the alcohol which was finally manifesting itself. Your head was floating above your body, your vision saw brighter colors, you didn't feel the cold anymore, and the cheers on the dancefloor came louder into your sensitive ears. Thankfully though, you were not that drunk and still in control of your senses, except for the fact they were magnified.

So magnified that, twenty minutes later, when a hand closed itself around your naked arm, you instantly felt chills going up and down your flesh ; worse, when you discovered that the owner of this hand was Changkyun himself, your arm went numb. Like when you had been reunited just after his performance, some fireworks exploded into your stomach while your heart beat strongly but slowly, and you stopped dancing to face his silhouette under the spotlights.

"What do you want?" you imitated him, determined to resist a little longer to his charms because the reasonable side you were holding onto was reminding you of how cocky he had been back at the bar.

Changkyun smiled and looked up, not fully rolling his eyes, and you finally spotted something shining on his head.

"Where did you even get that?!" you shouted over the music, pointing at the fake crown perfectly disposed on his light hair.

"There's a lot of accessories in lodges you know! Didn't you see the girl who performed with that on the head earlier?" he asked.

"No sorry, I was too busy fighting then looking for your ugly ass during the rest of the concert" you replied and he laughed cutely this time, making you frown in incomprehension.

What was happening to him?

Suddenly, he bent down until his mouth was near your ear this time, and his low voice so close to your eardrums felt like white noise as you almost cringed at the sound.

"Let's go outside."

Without asking, you followed him – well more exactly he pulled you by the arm he hadn't let go of – and you went even further than where you had been with Hwimin. Changkyun leaded the way to another warehouse next to the party's, its big doors already opened and a lone spot lightning heaps of scrap garbage or whatever your eyes couldn't decipher through the night.

"Oh my gosh my ears are thanking me for this" the boy finally spoke up, his voice resounding in the whole building, and he freed you from his grasp to go and sit on what looked like the corpse of a destroyed car.

You stopped in front of the engine, too lazy to follow and you crossed your arms as you observed him starting to eat some snacks you didn't even want to know where he had found them. The picture looked surreal, and it felt like time had stopped to let you enter another place with Im Changkyun the prince ; you almost forgot about the party going on right next to you as you plunged yourself totally in the bubble you had been dying to find yourself in with him ever since your argument. Finally, the two of you were alone.

"Do you enjoy yourself tonight? Having a good time?" you asked sarcastically.

"Yesssss, and you?" he answered as mischievously as you, his head tilted on the side.

"It's not over yet you know, so what is it? I thought you wanted to party and talk to me only tomorrow" you shrugged as the munch sound of crisps in his mouth was almost as loud as the music back there.

"My stomach thanks me too I was so hungry..." he mumbled to himself in satisfaction. "Well, I changed my mind" he then answered louder, finally looking at you instead of his precious bag.

"And what made you do so?" you overbid, tapping your feet on the dusty ground as his gaze was somehow starting to make you nervous.

Nervous to finally talk it out, nervous to finally have him to yourself only, nervous to probably have to confess your feelings at any moment now. Changkyun chuckled and shoved another crisp into his mouth while making his right leg swing back and forth into the emptiness. Alright, it looked like he was willing to give you a hard time for a little bit longer.

"It's a secret." he said, placing a dirty finger over his full mouth. "Now tell me, what you wanted to say so bad, I'm willing to hear it."

Your heart went up your throat and your mouth went dry. What was clear in your mind was so hard to express vocally now that you had to ; with some beer in your organism, with his intense stare that could kill you, with the emotions you were put through every time he was near you.

"Okay hum... I... I'm sorry, for what I did earlier. But I felt uneasy with my ex being here. Not because I'm not sure about you, I am... Just because I wanted it to be a special and intimate moment, and... He didn't have to see this... Oh my god what am I even saying-"

"I got it." Changkyun spoke up in his deep voice, and he suddenly jumped off the car, landing right in front of you, without enough space to extend an arm between your two frames. "I've seen the guy too now, and honestly... I don't feel threatened in the end" he confessed – and lied – out loud, his eyes looking up as if he was thinking again about it before shaking his head from the left to the right in certainty.

Changkyun the cocky ass, never too far away.

"You're incredible" you scoffed in disbelief, and the boy laughed proudly before fixing his golden crown on his big head.

"Sooooo what you were telling me in the end is that you like me and only me right? You're finally accepting my confession that I worked so hard to write and rap for you tonight? Because you kinda left me in standby earlier and that perturbed and pissed me off y'know, you should know how it feels like to be stopped when you're about to kiss s-"

"Oh my god how come you are so talkative when you're drunk? Stop drinking and ranting and kiss me already!" you whined in frustration, cutting the speech he had delivered in a higher tone than usual and with some facial expressions you wished you could have taken a picture of.

Your little outburst made him freeze, his eyes going wide and his brows jumping up on his forehead, before they fell back to fit with a lustful gaze you hadn't expected to show up so soon. You suddenly regretted having lost your patience so fast and being so eager to feel him close, as the more he was looking through you without mouthing a word, the more you were starting to grow shy and unconfident.

"Don't you dare stop me this time. I won't survive it." he said in his lowest voice, giving you the chills and your weak arms previously crossed fell down to your sides, instinctively showing him you were not on the defensive side anymore.

And with that being warned, in the flash of a second, Changkyun's hands placed themselves in the crook of your burning neck and he gently pulled at it, until his thin lips pressed themselves against yours.

It was better than what you had ever tried to imagine when thinking about the very first kiss of your relationship. It was deep and full of passion, even more than last time when he had surprised you in the university's yard. Changkyun kissed you again and again, his breath coming desperately from his Egyptian nose brushing against your face. Oh yes, he was a good kisser, whatever the reason for it was ; he knew how to place his mouth on yours too damn well. Or maybe, it was because the kiss was from him that it felt perfect. In both ways, you were enchanted.

You weren't like the girl in dramas that stays petrified in her body and lets the guy kiss her, no ; you were more the type to turn into raging flames and allow your body to express itself ardently, consuming itself in the heat of the moment. So you suddenly wrapped your arms around his waist, under his jacket, surprising him without realizing it, and you grasped his black top harder than what you yourself had expected. You were seeing stars behind your closed eyelids, and you felt like you were transported in another galaxy where only you and him mattered, where he was the only thing you could see, smell, hear and touch ; yes, most of all touch, with his body under your fingers that was warm and securing, and that he pushed further towards yours to feel more and more of you.

Finally, he ran out of breath so he departed from you but without moving his hands from the spot they seemed to have been designed for, his thumbs now caressing slowly your jawline. He looked at your wet and glistening lips at first, wanting to print into his head this beautiful image and remember what they had felt like every time he would picture it.

"Was it intimate enough for you to like it this time?" he asked in a low and vibrating tone, and with your eyes still closed, you nodded slowly.

He gave you another kiss on the forehead, a long and meaningful one, hoping you'd feel how much he was head over heels for you. See, he had not even lasted more than 20 minutes without you in his sight after the beer-pong, your face the only thing he had been seeing and discouraging him from his initial plan to report everything to tomorrow. Finally, the both of you could be together. You and him had waited so long for this moment to come, turning around each other without ever reaching, and now that it had happened, you both felt the need to save this moment forever into your hearts and minds, so you stayed quiet for a minute, holding each other and feeling each other.

"Yah Y/L/N Y/N" he finally spoke up, his chin on the top of your head.

"What…" you hummed after having braced your emotions and caught your soul that had slowly escaped from your body to fly straight up to some kind of paradise.

"Are you trying to tear up my turtleneck or what?"

You leaned back to look at him in confusion, not even realizing your fists were strongly pulling at the fabric, sign of the rush of emotions striking your body.

"Hm? Oh shit I'm so sorry" you apologized quickly, suddenly letting go and lowering your head in embarrassment.

Changkyun finally unstuck his hands from their spot to grab your forearms, and he put you back into your previous position, all the while looking at you nonchalantly.

"I mean, I wouldn't be surprised if you had wanted to…" he said in a tone traducing his urge to laugh as well as his pride about this remark.

You pinched his back through the black pullover and he winced in pain, begging you to stop in a quiet voice.

"I think I like you the most when you shut your mouth" you mumbled through gritted teeth, shooting him an annoyed glare.

"I think I like you." he shrugged, and once again your heart sunk into your stomach, willing to abandon its role as it was asking too much effort tonight.

"You think" you insisted, unpleased with his choice of words.

"I'm sure. Now if you want me to stop talking…"

He closed his long eyes, signaling you he was waiting, and you chuckled before leaning to peck him shortly.

"Seriously?" he murmured, and then again he lifted his hands but this time to place them on your skull, entangling his fingers in your hair.

"Eager now, are we?"

"Do you know how bad I have wanted this?" he complained, his face coming closer to yours and a smile dressing his lips that yours were dragged to like a magnet.

"Shouldn't have snubbed me and you would have had it sooner-"

Changkyun kissed you sweetly this time, and you felt him smile under your mouth that was prickling. Again, he gave you more than one kiss, his head changing the sides it tilted, and you hugged him properly a second time, your hands almost reaching each side of his wide torso. You felt like laughing, as you were the happiest you've ever been in the past months since last summer. You felt complete, you felt accomplished, you felt confident ; everything with him in your life seemed right in its place, and your lips melting so perfectly against each other could testify how you had been made for each other.

"Let's stop being cheesy and return back there, deal?" Changkyun finally proposed, after having kissed your mouth then your nose one last time.

What he wasn't telling you, was that he had feared you'd have to stay into his arms all night if you both didn't separate right now. He had been so desperate to hold you, as the regrets of having gave you the cold shoulder, the fear of never get the chance to make you love him back again and not too long ago the burning desire to make you finally his, had tortured him and made the uncertainty even more unbearable.

"Lip…stick" you mumbled before lifting your hand to place your thumb onto his mouth, starting to brush it to mitigate its unnatural tint.

Changkyun smiled like a fool, his arms now resting on your waist, and when you were about to stop he bit your fingers quickly, a child's frown disguising his adorable face.

"Let go, and let's go kid" you ordered, rolling your eyes at the same time.

Changkyun opened his mouth wide and before freeing you from his hug, he pecked you once again, on the shoulder this time, leaving a burning sensation on the spot and you gasped in surprise. His satisfied look when he straightened himself gave you the urge to smack him but with a move of his chin, he indicated you the exit. Anyway, you too wouldn't have been able to let go of him had the hug and kisses lasted longer, so instead of kicking, you stole one last kiss from him and took a step back before turning on your heels.

Changkyun silently followed you and, once he caught up to your pace, he surprisingly rested his arm on your shoulders and held you close to him while walking.

"I thought you didn't want to be cheesy or clingy and stuff?" you teased, pinching lightly his hand hanging lazily before your collarbone.

"Shhht." he only answered, and you gave up, even lifting your hand to intertwine your fingers with his and you heard him chuckle like a fool.

"You like it that much, do you?" you looked up to him, and he gently knocked his head against yours as an initiative to make you turn away from him and his way too happy face. "I'll take that as a yes…"

   ***

   The last hours of the party went smoothly ; you barely left each other's side, friends and even drunk strangers around you calling the King and the Queen Dowager because of Changkyun's shining crown still on his head, and his arm that hardly let go of your frame. You danced together and, when your group of friends finally reunited, Hwimin included, you were surprised to witness a scene of both of them talking a little bit without being rude to each other, making you feel at ease and thankful. Except when Changkyun slipped into your ear a "Who is he to give me advice" after your ex had apparently told him that you were a great person and that he should keep you. However it made you laugh wholeheartedly, his childish and proud side definitely under the spotlight once his blood was twisted with alcohol.

Finally, it was time for you to return to the dorms by shuttles, and Changkyun kissed you goodnight on the parking lot as he had to fulfill his duty of best friend, in other words he had to take care of his hyungs that had went over their tolerance to alcohol and couldn't walk properly nor take the shuttle on their own.

"I'm sorry... See you tomorrow, yeah?" he had almost whispered, his hands brushing your naked shoulders and you had pressed him to go and help, because as funny as it was to see Hoseok rolling on the ground and making weird noises that were supposed to be laughs, it also alarmed you on the severity of the situation.

You arrived to your dorms alone that night, as Solhee went to an after-party with her as fresh as yours boyfriend and your ex, who you had hugged to say goodbye earlier. He had permitted himself to kiss you on the forehead, his small eyes shining under the moonlight even when they were hooded by his drunken state, and it had made your heart flutter in some way. Too many things had happened in only a few hours, too many settlings in your messy life, and separating happily from Hwimin this time finally closed the wound you still had from last time.

However, being on your own and tipsy wasn't serving your need to sleep well, as you couldn't stop tossing and turning in your bed, thinking of Im Changkyun and trying to rewind your memory to the special but amazing moment you had shared in the abandoned warehouse. You wanted to go back to it again ; you wanted to be with him again ; you needed to feel him close to you again. You had spent so many evenings under your sheets thinking of him, whether it was in your vacation house, in your hometown or in that campus' bed, but tonight it was different, as for the first time you weren't imagining things. Everything had been real, every single one of your wishes had come true, every second of the movies you had played in secret in your mind had been exploited and improved into an even more thrilling and beautiful scenario. And right now, you hadn't had enough with this short film, this preview to what waited for you after, and your body was aching to be in his securing arms once again.

As every girl has done once in her life, you picked up your phone and started to scroll down his social media, but something reflecting your screen's light on your left caught your attention, and when you turned your head to look up to your nightstand, your eyes fell on the manifold plastic cups Changkyun had offered you by now, and suddenly you remembered it. Sitting in a jump in your bed, you started to chase the one that had his phone number on it, in a rush of determination. And once you found it, you laughed at yourself, thinking : yes, and what now? What would he think if you tell him you already miss him like a fool? It's been less than an hour Y/N!

You sighed in defeat and you sank into your bedhead. You were totally head over heels for this guy. Not that it was a new fact to you, but now that he was yours properly, you couldn't get enough of him after having waited for so long. At least, it would be hard in the beginning. You smacked yourself and slid under your covers once again, but a few minutes later, you gave in.

Had he really left you on read???? You little awaken shit. You looked one last time at the contact photo you had picked on his Instagram, a ridiculously well taken selfie, and it only urged your decision. You jumped out of bed and stormed to your door, half-putting some sneakers and shoving on a large hoodie on the way, ready to go out and to his dorms by yourself. You had always wanted to sneak out of your dorm room within the curfew hours, and tonight was the perfect night as everybody was going to share and mix rooms after the party – supervisors knew better than tracking every one that was a stowaway as it would last until noon.

The hallway was plunged into deep darkness and silence, so you barely breathed and slowly walked towards the emergency stairs as the lifts were shut down for the night. You were crazy to hunt someone without even knowing if he had arrived to the dorms yet, nor where to search first, but you still felt in some kind of secret mission and your drunk self was amused. Did you even know his dorm room number? What was it… You approached the plain white door and, just as you were about to push down the doorknob to open it, you felt a pressure coming from the other side, the door opening right after so you jumped back in surprise. But the vision of Changkyun appearing behind it almost made you faint, as if you were seeing a ghost, and his jaw dropped before he covered his mouth with his hands, stepping into the hallway and getting close to you.

"How is this even possible" he asked without asking, but you couldn't answer as you still were in a state of shock.

Chance. Once again. The probability that you were going to open this exact door, at the same time, while looking for each other, was so small ; yet, it still had arrived and if you wanted to laugh at how amazingly your relationship had been built up till now, your facial expression was still frozen in disbelief. Until Changkyun laughed quietly before you, bending to put his hands on his knees that had gotten weak from the surprise, and when he looked up to you, you finally shook yourself out of your trance.

"You were coming for me?"

"What do you think" he replied, straightening himself. "You don't know which dorm room is mine, and you had finally texted me, I had to come and thank you right into your face for this accomplishment, you dimwit."

"Wait wait wait, are you hurt? Is this a bruise I'm seeing right now?" you half-exclaimed half-whispered, suddenly reaching for his left cheek that obviously was tinted in something you guessed to be close to deep red.

"Ah that…" he muttered, putting the hood of the sweater he had changed for on his head and turning his head so you wouldn't see it anymore.

"What happened after I left?" you suspected, crossing your arms and Changkyun smiled faintly, his hooded eyes looking by the window in your back.

"I don't know… It's Hoseok and Jooheon, they argued with other boys on the parking lot and I got dragged into it without wanting to and I used my fists everywhere I could" he rambled in a child's voice, making you roll your eyes.

"And ended beaten up, wow… I won't feel in security with my boyfriend, amazing" you sighed before biting your tongue.

What had you just called him? "My boyfriend"? How cheesy!

"W-What?" Changkyun asked, his eyes and mouth getting rounder.

Oups…

You cleared your throat and started to walk away, wanting to lock yourself up into your room for having been so ridiculous in no time. You had just settled like three hours ago, and there you were already calling him "my boyfriend" like a high schooler. Changkyun followed you and you heard him laugh.

"Shhht! You're going to wake everyone up!" you spat, more pissed at yourself than at him but making him pay anyway. "Oh my god you can't even walk straight!"

You stopped in your tracks to go back to him who was laughing hard at you – or more precisely at how cute you had been and how hard it had hit him – and you grabbed him by the sleeve, rushing to your dorm room.

"Ah ah ah  it hurts it hurts stop pulling so hard" he whined and you looked at him annoyingly over your shoulder. "They kicked my arm too so when you pull like that…" he pouted and you sighed loudly before the sight of the mix of a child and a drunkard he was now.

And of a man. But let's forget about this aspect for now.

You entered the small and quiet room, your bed undone as you had left it in a hurry so you pressed yourself to put the covers back into a neat disposition, before indicating the boy to sit down by a move of your head. You had been dying to be with him, but now that he was here in that little space that enclosed the both of you, you once again felt shy.

"I have to play the nurse for you once again, I can't believe it"

"Hey, I didn't ask you to, I'm fine" he retorted, sitting down on your bed until his back was reaching the wall and half of his legs were displayed on it.

"Do you want your left side to be enormous and blue tomorrow? No, I don't think so, you love your looks too damn much so silence kid" you commanded while you were looking for the small emergency kit you and Solhee shared.

Changkyun was staring at you, playing with his feet, and he felt his heartbeat increasing second by second now that there were only the both of you in a bedroom. Of course, a man was still a man, even more when he drinks, so he slapped himself internally when he realized he was thinking of his best friend's words back at the ping pong game, giving him hot flashes. You finally found the red box after having dug into Solhee's mess, and you knelt down next to him once you had turned on your desk's light.

"You have a nice bedroom" Changkyun stated out of nowhere, looking at the fluorescent stars on the ceiling and the tinsels hanging above the bedheads, and you thanked him quietly.

As you began to apply lotion on the big bruise, the boy enjoyed it for scanning your traits from the corner of his eye. You were so damn pretty. He had seen you with your morning face this summer, with your tanned skin, with make up on, and also tainted when you had cried ; now, he got to see you under some soft light, your face obviously having been washed, and he fell in love with this version of you as well. You were beautiful in every single way, and he quietly analyzed your serious face, your eyes focused on what you were doing. His cheek was melting under the painstaking and soft touch of your fingers that now were applying pomade, and it made his heart burst when you asked gently :

"Does it hurt?"

"No." he answered in his low voice that never failed to give you chills.

His biggest mistake was to let his pupils drift towards your lips, as it triggered something inside of him that made him crumple his sweatpants into his hands the hardest he could, or else he would have kissed you abruptly right now. Calm down, hormones ; calm down, whisky and beer. Calm d…

"Here, done." you spoke up, leaning back in your kneeling position.

Changkyun couldn't even thank you as he was struggling inside, his eyes on you now perturbing you so you covered your face with your hands, worried he was shocked to see you bare-faced.

"W-What? Why are you looking at me like that?" you panicked.

"You're fucking beautiful that's insane" he said in an inaudible voice, and as you were about to ask him to repeat, Changkyun gave in and he suddenly pushed himself with his two hands on the mattress so that he got close enough to kiss you.

You breathed out from relief and satisfaction, having missed his lips for hours now, and you quickly deepened it, passing your arms around his neck while he motioned your body to make you sit on his lap, his feet now touching the ground. You suddenly felt hot and hypersensitive to his presence, and when he put his hands under your hoodie and directly on your bare back, you gasped into the kiss but it didn't even disturb him. He didn't have any misplaced gesture, his hands only slowly stroking your skin and not going overboard, but this touch and the skin to skin contact was sufficient to make you lose your mind. Changkyun kissed you harder while your hands had gone up into his hair, a body talk to invite him to continue, and you felt him hug you closer than you already were – but never enough – when suddenly he stopped.

With his head leaned back, his famous leveled-up chin and his hooded eyes, the boy you liked looked at you and your flustered expression, making him smirk and confusing you even more. He then kissed you passionately another time but-

"Oh my god oh my god oh my god stop. We need to stop or else I'll end up do something I'll regret tomorrow." he breathed.

He had his forehead against yours and you could hear him inhale loudly, as if he had ran a marathon when he was only doing it to calm himself down.

"Not now Y/N. I don't want to rush anything."

You didn't know why, but some tears prickled at the end of your eyes, as you felt touched by his words. He was protecting you, him and your relationship and, even if you both wanted to go further right now, he was right ; it was too fresh and too complicated for you to go all in in just one night. You kissed him first this time before you dropped your head on his shoulder to hide your now more than threatening tears, and the betrayers went down your cheeks without you being able to stop. He engulfed you in his arms and he sighed, not aware of your wet face, closing his eyes as well and congratulating himself for this hard but manly decision. Looks like my drunken brain can work right too sometimes.

A few moments later, you still hadn't said anything and had wiped yourself without him noticing, and you stood up to drink in your bottle of water to wash the dirty thoughts of your dirty brain. Changkyun had already taken over your bed and covers, so when you approached your bed, you burst into laughter at the sight of him dying from a soon to be hangover, a frown clear on his face while he struggled to keep his eyes open.

"The ceiling's turning, huh?" you made fun of him.

And as an answer, you earned an ugly grimace from the childish side of him that could reappear even after the heated and intimidate moment you had shared.

"Sometimes I wonder how many of you are there in that big head of yours." you sighed before pushing him lightly with your feet so that he'll move aside, and the foolish prince executed himself, even opening the covers for you to enter easily.

You didn't feel weird or embarrassed to sleep with him so soon, as you wouldn't have closed an eye if tonight hadn't finished in that exact way. He welcomed you into a warm embrace and, as you now were starting to understand, he was the touchy and skinship-lover type, as he immediately put a leg over yours once you had settled your body next to him, your head on his broad shoulder. He hummed in satisfaction, closing his eyes but only for a short moment as he felt you lift your head up to look at him, so he leaned his own back a bit to mirror your stare.

"What?" he asked in a now raspy voice, accompanying his words by a light caress of your hair.

Oh God how you loved his touch and attentions. I think I love you. No : don't rush anything he said. Don't tell him now.

You only pecked his chin then his neck that were right before your lips as an answer, making him smile but furrow his brows at the same time, yet as he was too tired to bombard you with questions, he let you go this once and closed his eyes.

"Let's sleep."

And with those soothing words, you let yourself drift to sleep as well, rubbing your head a few times against the comfortable spot between his shoulder and the crook of his neck, and Changkyun held you closer to him with one last humming.

I know I love you. No : don't rush anything I said. No need to tell her now.

   ***

  Changkyun. One name that was followed by an annoying joke every time his hyungs called him ; that made his parents smile proudly thinking of the good and smart son they had raised in spite of his mood swings ; that was spoken about from groups to groups of students the day after the party, as he had marked the spirits with his rap skills. And to you, it was one name that made your heart flutter, your body stimulated, and your brain dysfunction as once it thought of him, it couldn't find anything else to focus on afterwards. One name that had made your worst and best days through almost a year. One name that you would probably associate to your first – and hopefully last – love. One name that you moaned the next morning, as you found yourself in an empty bed.

Still in the hangover's mist, you were struggling to open your eyes, when suddenly a wave of panic hit you when you realized he had left. Was it all a dream? Or why would he leave without warning? Had you done something?

However, your rushed heartbeat stopped when your phone buzzed next to your pillow, and you felt dumb as you read the name above the notification of a new message.

Always in the perfect timing, always linked in some way ; chance never ceased to surprise you. You dropped your phone on your nightstand, hurrying to wash your face and make yourself at least look decent, and in no time you were going down the corridor to the elevators. The bags under your eyes could clearly tell the world you had only slept for four hours, but weirdly enough, you felt recharged. Maybe, just maybe, it was because you had had a good night in someone's arms, a small night then becoming more than what you could have asked for. Happiness was bubbling in all your body and you jogged outside your dorms straight to the cafeteria. Oh shit, you weren't a morning person usually, but here you were floating ridiculously on an invisible pink cloud transporting you to him. What had he done to you…

"Wow, when I said as soon as you see this, I wasn't expecting you to come like five minutes after…" Changkyun remarked with a surprised tone as you sat in front of him.

He had chosen a table for two near glasses, giving a view of the sleeping campus outside, and the morning sun was gracing his tired traits, and you were glad to see the size of his wound had diminished through the night.

"But you were expecting me to accept it when it's cold? Huh huh boy, you're wrong. I'd run to sip its proper taste" you hissed and you grabbed the cup without paying attention to the inscription on it this time, too lost into your thoughts and still shook by the fact that the boy facing you was now… In a relationship with you, officially.

Changkyun scoffed before sipping on his own drink, his eyes not leaving your face while you were forcing yourself to look outside, or else he'd see how flustered you were the second he'd catch the sparkle in your pupils. A silence settled between the both of you, but a pleasant one, and suddenly, you felt fingers brushing against the back of your hand displayed on the table. You looked at it and naturally, Changkyun intertwined his fingers with yours, immediately giving you chills and you reluctantly leveled up your eyes to watch the expression on his face. It was a shy one, him too looking at your hands in some kind of awe, and when you finally enclosed the gap and shared his move, you caught the proud smile on his lips which killed you in an instant.

"You really like skinship, am I wrong?" you pointed and he glanced at you, an inkling of confusion passing his dark pupils, but it soon was replaced by something mischievous.

"Yes I do, with you, why? You liked it yesterday didn't you?"

"I did. I do..." you muttered under your breath and he nodded in satisfaction, his thumb starting to caress yours in the softest way possible, and you swore you should have prepared yourself psychologically to every single thing your new relationship was bound to imply and unlock, because right now you still were cringing internally and your body was always overreacting to him being near.

When were you going to handle it?

  ***

  A few weeks passed by, and you still hadn't gotten used to it. How was he supposed to be sarcastic when at the same time he was hugging you? Or how come he could be so manly when he had been such a teen before? You hadn't stepped down from your cloud, unable to reach the ground for a while, as Changkyun kept on pulling you higher and higher towards the pit of the Russian mountain that was your relationship. You hadn't become a cheesy lovey-dovey couple, yet you quickly grew closer to one another, constructing something intense between the both of you  – but with all the bends you had taken and chance paving your way, you knew it had been bound to unfold like that. You fell in love deeply and truthfully, as well as his own feelings intensified, so much he didn't even know what to do with them anymore. Every single minute you both spend together, he couldn't prevent himself from phasing before your beauty, and he had a hard time controlling his passionate kisses.

The first college break came by, relieving most of you that had went through exams weeks just before, tiring you to the bone and almost slurping your souls and sanity. As a remedy, Changkyun, Jooheon and Hoseok offered you to come down with them to Busan, which you gladly accepted. During the trip, you couldn't prevent yourself from thinking of how everything had started, and you smiled as you never would have thought it would end up that way back then. Right now, you were traveling down the country without your parents, for a vacation, and on top of that, with a left hand caressing up and down your thigh, when you only had the privilege of touching it to stop its loss of blood back then. Right now, the boy you had developed feelings for first was mirroring them, when he had stepped on them back then. Right now, his lips were always looking for yours and hardly stopped kissing you, when he had lived your first kiss as a penalty back then.

Finally, the blue sea came into sight as well as its iodized fragrance that warmed up your heart, and you opened Jooheon's car's window to the fullest so the wind was brushing your smiling face, under the stare of Changkyun that felt as flustered as you to return to his hometown with you by his side. He was willing to resume from scratch, to rewrite a new chapter of your story that was born right here, but this time you would meet his friends and not avoid them, you would visit his favorite places and not have to flee from them, you would enter his house he missed every day and meet his parents who had been warned and glad to hear their son had fell for "such a nice girl".

You went back to your vacation house on the first day's morning, without the boys, to settle your things in your bedroom you were glad to meet again, while at the end of last summer, you barely had supported to sleep more and more nights in there, counting the days lasting before your departure far away from Busan and Im Changkyun.

At noon, you happily reunited with Hyunwoo, Kihyun, Minhyuk and Hyungwon that made fun of their youngest friend for "having finally grown some" and "listened to their precious advices". There wasn't a minute spent without them making fun of him or taking your side when you teased him, leaving him annoyed but speechless as he had nothing to say about this : they were right. You visited Kihyun's bar and this time, you could comfortably sit at their table without receiving a deadly stare from Changkyun facing you ; no, you could see in his sharp eyes how happy he was to see you blend in well with his closest friends, sometimes even getting protective – or jealous, but he wouldn't admit it – when they got too friendly for his taste.

 But the most meaningful episode of your vacation, at least for you, was coming the next morning, as you were meeting with Changkyun before the market in the early hours, as you did back then. However, this time, you were on the side of the customers and, moreover, you were by his side not because he had been forced to, but because he wanted to. You spotted him coming from afar in the parking lot, tiredness obvious on his face, and he even had a face mask on, making you laugh at his overall appearance. The boys' reunion clearly led to a small night yesterday.

"No hot drink for me this morning? I'm almost disappointed…" you teased him once he was walking next to you, and he looked at you annoyingly from the corner of his eye, his arms up as he was stretching.

"Shut up, I'll buy you one later, it's eight in the morning, the shops are closed" he grunted and you laughed before passing an arm around his waist that was slightly showing because of his position lifting his shirt.

"But thank you for your mask, at least you know you might have bad breath because of alcohol" you laughed even harder as you knew well by now that when Changkyun was tired, he could get, well… Sensitive.

He stopped in his tracks and slid down his mask, before bending to try kissing you but you really refused, lifting up your hand to tap his mouth and faking a frown of disgust.

"Okay then."

The annoyance in his eyes became clear before he rolled them, and he then sped up with his hands still behind his head, making you chuckle at his childish and capricious attitude.

"C'mon I was joking! Wait for me!" you said in a higher tone as your laugh was twisting your voice, and you ran to catch up.

"This is so weird" he finally confessed through his mask, as you stopped before the glass entrance.

Then, he walked to the doors while your feet suddenly refused to move, your mind drifting into something nostalgic that froze you.

"What are you doing? C'mon!" your boyfriend then exclaimed in what was supposed to be an upset tone, but him turning around and extending his hand so you would grab it broke his credibility.

You obliged, hearing him grumble about how annoying you were, above the pounding of your heart into your chest that had busied your eardrums. Nevertheless, the second you stepped in the market, with its rich smells of fresh food and its bright colors, your heart warmed up and a smile graced your lips. You looked at Changkyun's reaction which was the same, as you could see only with his eyes that he was smiling, the fabric above his mouth not even able to hide it. You felt his grasp around your hand tightening, and then you walked slowly through the alleys. Some merchants recognized you and you felt touched, earning free food by the way, and you could see that it was getting Changkyun out of his hangover's bad mood. You spent around one hour and a half hanging in the market, sometimes recalling out loud what had happened between the both of you, those memories you could laugh about now, and your happiness reached its peak when you reunited with the granny that hugged and kissed you hard.

You exited the place with your stomach full for breakfast and a sensation of being enchanted. Suddenly, your boyfriend removed his mask and seized your face to pull you into a tender kiss. Nope, you still weren't used to it, as your legs almost gave up on supporting your upper body and butterflies seemed to never grow tired of flapping their wings into your stomach.

"Last time, you went that way and I went that way, remember?" he smiled, landing his forearms on your shoulders, and you nodded for him to continue. "But you never knew I always looked back at you."

Boom boom! Your heart exploded. He did?

"Are you openly telling me you watched my ass all summer long?" you joked to evacuate your… Whatever shitty emotions you were feeling right now ; you were just a mess in love.

Your boyfriend whined in annoyance, even if you spotted the corners of his mouth going up into a smile, and he put his hands into his pockets while sighing.

"I can't be romantic at all with you, I guess you don't like that." he thought out loud and you bit your lip in anticipation. "Alright let's go" he sighed again in defeat while squinting his eyes.

"Go where?" you asked.

"Wherever babe" he answered in english, using a "pet name" for the first time and your instinctive reaction was to punch him in the chest. "What? I'll stop being romantic and I'll be bold and skip steps now, deal with it, you asked for it!"

Deep down, you had liked it but you would never admit it in his face, as you already feared what would be coming from a fierce and bold Changkyun, so if on top of that he knew it worked… He'd kill me.

 You had been right to fear it, because you had triggered something inside of him he had told himself to preserve for a little while ; but when night came, he couldn't hold it in him anymore. You had met the boys in the afternoon, sitting on the sand, eating snacks and playing beach games, as the weather was still too chilly to dive into the sea.

But tonight though, was spent between Changkyun and you only, after having had dinner at his house with his parents who had been excited to see you again. Everything had went on smoothly, and after a change of clothes for your boyfriend and a digestive ballad in the streets with your hand in his, you chose to go to your vacation house which was empty, ready to welcome two lovebirds in search of peace and intimacy. You talked on your terrace before the sea, the beautiful sound making you realize how much you had missed this place, especially the stars you could see in a clearer way than up in the capital.

"I would never have thought we'd end up like this" Changkyun chuckled, then he bit his bottom lip while looking at you.

"Neither would I…" you replied, your voice fading within your thoughts.

"I'm sorry, I wished I could have realized my feelings sooner" he regretted, tapping slightly his fingers against the wooden barrier delimiting your terrace.

You eyed him curiously before shaking your head, not even understanding where this could come from.

"I like it that way" you shared. "I like that you were slow, because I can cherish everything even more now…"

Changkyun's arms went numb as your words melted into his ears, and he took a few steps towards you that was leaned against your bay window with your arms crossed, your eyes unable to detach themselves from the now dark sea that looked like a bath of ink and flakes.

"Cheesy. We're fucking cheesy that's almost disgusting" he spoke up once he was standing before you to gain your attention, and you jumped in surprise as you hadn't seen him coming.

All of a sudden, the boy placed his hands on your waist and pulled you close to him, a smirk on his lips and his gaze as deep as the night, giving you the chills even when the night wind hadn't.

"What?" you feigned indifference. "What do you want now?"

You.

Changkyun closed his eyes, signaling you he was waiting for something – always the same damn thing, the guy never had enough – and you gave him, wrapping your arms around his neck and you giggled when he started to rave into a passionate kiss once again.

"That's why I'm sorry. Because I wish I had this sooner." he whispered against your lips and you analyzed his face in backlight with the moon.

"And now you have it, so what's the problem?"

"I'm always needy, I always want more, that's my problem." he confessed and you coughed, the first word choking you and he laughed out loud, throwing his head backwards. "Had I had it sooner, I wouldn't be that addicted. I don't like being addicted to you, you know? Where's my man pride in this?"

You pinched the skin of his nape with your nails, successfully getting out of his embrace as he lifted his hands to scratch the painful spot. With your legs trembling, you returned into your house to serve yourself a glass of water. How can he have no fucking filter?

"I told you I'll be bold now, so stop being so flustered" his voice resounded behind you as he entered the living room and you turned around with a gasp, almost letting go of your glass as he just had answered your inner question.

"Did I say it aloud?" you asked, your eyes wide open while he approached the kitchen island to lazily lean his elbows on it.

"Said what?"

"N-nothing…" you answered in a quiet voice, coming to install yourself on the other side of the island and, once you had emptied up your drink in hopes to lessen the fire that was spreading within your whole body, you sprawled on the table with a sigh, resting your head on your left arm.

You had been right to fear it, as indeed, his straightforward attitude was killing you. Changkyun didn't move and only watched you as your head was right in his sight, and when the weight of his stare became unbearable, you finally looked up and asked :

"What is it this time?"

He was lucky humans couldn't read into each other's mind, because you would be more than out of step if you knew what he was thinking right now. He couldn't suppress his desires anymore, not with your lips that appealing, not with his body aching day by day to feel yours, not with your large but revealing T-Shirt that was falling a little bit too much on your chest right now, not with his hometown's marine air that made him feel at ease and confident, not with the moon's rays through the bay window plunging your house into an atmosphere that, this time he would admit it if asked, turned him on.

"Am I not allowed to stare at my girlfriend?" he complained in a lazy voice, not moving from his position with his chin resting into the palm of hand.

"Cheesyyyy" you counter-attacked, finally straightening yourself to stare at him at eye-level.

This one word, pressed his lust button. He had warned you… Changkyun suddenly retreated to walk around the island until he was standing up before you.

"What? What? What do you want?" you still were joking, or at least you were trying to because inside you were freaking going crazy from anticipation.

You both knew deep down that tonight was the night ; however, he was the only one truly ready and confident right now. You too had been fighting your inner desires lately, as an intense relation implies growing needs and desperate want to have more of the significant other, but it was so new to you. Changkyun was staring at you, all of his face attracting the few lightning in the room, and you could read in his eyes that he was about to "be bold".

"You."

Bingo.

At first, he kissed you with his traditional signature of his hands on your neck, but to your great surprise, they didn't last long as they soon went down your body to take refuge under your top. Only with that you knew what was coming next, and, wanting him as much as he wanted you, you copied him and placed your tingling hands on his bare back then on his waist, his fair skin so pleasant to touch. He was losing himself into the kiss once again, his tongue now searching for entrance you quickly allowed, and really quiet moans were coming from his mouth from time to time.

"Oh my god I love you so much" he breathed out of the blue, his mouth brushing yours all the while and you gasped in surprise.

He had said it. He had said it. You knew you had heard well. It had been so desperate, so true, so beautiful to hear, so full of passion that your body trembled in an instant and he should have felt it as he secured you more in his arms. You were definitely a mess, from the unwelcomed tears of joy accruing under your eyelids, to the fast beating of your heart, to the needy pressure of your hands into his back. You kissed him slowly and bit his lower lip before whispering shyly :

"I love you too. I love you."

And that's what consumed the remaining of "holding back" Changkyun had in him, as you had just made his mind explode into a firework kindling his body that started to scream at him it was craving to feel yours. So, surprisingly again, your boyfriend lowered himself, grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his waist, before carrying you to your bedroom, all the while kissing you until you started laughing from his struggle on the last few steps that were less controlled.

He settled you on your mattress before he towered you, each one of his elbows on a side of your head, and he stared at you through his silver hair falling before his eyes, his breathing jerky. You took his face into your hands, signaling him he had your green light as you had caught the sudden worry in his eyes, searching secretly for your approbation as he knew it was your first time. He got the alert, and with speedy but efficient moves, the boy got both of you out of your clothes. He felt his heart throb when he faced your beauty in its totality, making him so happy that he kissed you again and again, his hands moving with precautions as they were scared to ruin your perfection, making you hypersensitive and overwhelmed by his lovely and caring attitude. You were discovering his manly and enterprising self, and you were so thankful and at ease, letting him direct everything going on tonight, as you were too flustered to take initiatives.

Under the ceiling you had always contemplated on your own, every single day when you had come home from work with your heart breaking and your head full of him, your bodies became one. If you already thought your lips were made to kiss each other, you got persuaded by giving him your first time and feeling his body fit so well with yours that he was more than special. Only his wet and trailed kisses on your neck, shoulders and chest could give you chills along with burning sensations ; only his lustful but enamored stare could pierce right through you to reach your secrets, wants, and needs ; only being with him could make you feel complete. Only him could have your love, all of your love.

One last hip move and it was over, both of you panting into each other's mouths that never stopped kissing. Changkyun rolled beside you, and you turned towards him, his arm welcoming your head drenched in sweat but with an expression on its face that showed the pleasure you had felt. You placed a hand on his definite and large torso, the sensation still giving you electric shocks but that you were getting recharged from, and you both fell asleep in each other's arms, him worn out after giving you his all, and you going numb from any sensation after having been a mess of emotions during the entire act.

  ***

  Right back to where everything had started ; done. Right back to where everything had been supposed to stop : about to. You were walking next to Changkyun under Busan's sun, both of your mouths smiling after what happened last night – and this morning again… – , and he was taking you to the gigantic park and its kiosk, with a little idea in mind that you hadn't guessed yet.

"Here" the boy said once you arrived, and you stopped in your tracks in a particular spot of grass, one you could remember from the trees on its left.

It was the exact one where you had last seen Changkyun back then, when he had rejected you and whatever you were feeling at that time, in front of his friends. He was standing before you but wasn't looking at you, and you swore he could capture the sun's rays every time he was below it. His fair skin was glowing as well as his silver hair that was curling from his late shower, and you stared at him in a greater awe than yesterday, because making love with him obviously made you saw him from a different angle now.

"I remember" you chuckled, playing with the ends of your hair to hide how your hands had started to shiver without a reason you could pinpoint.

"I've taken you here because I want you to erase that fucking awful memory and replace it with this one" he confessed, still looking around.

"I can't" you shrugged.

"Can you at least try to?" he complained and you laughed.

"Then can you at least look at me, stupid" you retorted but he didn't oblige.

"Give me one more minute." he said in a resolute voice, making your eyes grow wider for a few seconds.

"That's too long!"

"Shhhht." he frowned as his head was facing the sky.

You sighed in defeat and observed him as he closed his eyes and took a deep inhalation, before exhaling quietly, and oddly your heart started to beat louder in your chest. What is he doing? Changkyun finally turned to you and he took a few steps forward, then he grabbed both of your hands that were still shaking. He looked at them and he smiled, leaving you speechless, then breathless the second his eyes plunged into yours. They were plain brown, with a tint of hazel, but they were mostly sparkling with something different than what you had ever seen, far from the indifferent look he had gave you right here last time, and you were dying to ask him to talk when-

"Y/N, I love you."

His hands were burning hot in yours, but they were no match to the heat under your cheeks. And you surprised yourself when you smiled. Yesterday, when he had said it, you had liked it but it still had been in the heat of the moment, as well as your answer. Not that it had been untrue, but you had been both so desperate to make love to each other that it probably had slipped from your mouths against your will. Now, right now, he was more than aware of what he was saying, he had even prepared himself for it, and you were so happy to hear those words. So crazily happy, that's why you were smiling right now. And that's how you could return his feelings back without stuttering, but in a clear and loud voice :

"And I love you, Im Changkyun."

Chance. One word that had so different meanings for each individual, as it could bring many kinds of memories and stories. Everything could happen thanks to chance, whether it was lucky or unlucky, whether you believed it was coincidental or due to fate, whether it brought joy or pain. It could change one's life, for the better or the worse.

And for you, it had turned into serendipity. Hadn't chance been on your side, hadn't it pushed countless of your steps into each other's life, you certainly wouldn't have realized how you were meant to be. However, you didn't care about chance anymore right now. Whether you were partners for life or simply lovebirds that were going to fly only for a while in the same direction, you believed that it was for the power of love to decide, and not the one of fate.

You, could change your fate. You, could build it the way you wanted to. You, had decided to let him in in the end. Your love, would help you to stick with him. His love, had made you the one for him.

Chance, was a word you could be thankful for. But love, was the only word that could explain why you had chosen to believe in chance and turn it at your advantage, paying attention to the boy you randomly had been encountering, instead of ignoring him.

You didn't tell Changkyun that day, that he had successfully replaced your memory linked to the park by the most beautiful thing for your brain to remember. When where you were standing had been supposed to be the last place you were seeing him and the ending picture of a summer romance back then, the three words, eight letters he had pronounced just now as well as the kiss he gave you, marked only the blooming of your relationship. And your body could testify how perfect it had become : no wobbling legs, no crazy heartbeat, no sweaty palms this time.

   THE END.

[gingervsblondie]

Blondie Meets the Boss (1939)

11:30 PM, Friday, 20 September 2019

Checked Wikipedia. This movie has the same writer, same director, and same actors as Blondie. No regenerations yet.

Welp, I checked the Wiki article for the last movie in the series, same actors still across the board. 12 years later not only was Penny Singleton still Blondie and Arthur Lake still Dagwood, but Larry Simms was still baby Alexander and the same dog Daisy was still playing their dog whose name is also Daisy. 

So uh. I mean, variety’s out the window. I have committed myself to 27 more movies with all these same people. And dog.

Guess I should stop stalling then and start the damn thing huh.

OH JESUS THERE WERE TWO TV SHOWS.

So.

So there’s 26 episodes of the 1957 series, which kept Arthur Lake as Dagwood and recast everyone else, plus a pilot with someone named Hal Le Roy as Dagwood. The 1968 series had the child actors who played Charlie Brown and Lucy in A Boy Named Charlie Brown, so as a Peanuts fan I have that to look forward to. Peanuts being a comic strip that I’ve actually read extensively. See I could’ve dedicated myself to watching every Peanuts special. But that wouldn’t be funny. Also I probably have already. That series had 14 episodes, 13 of which aired before the show got cancelled.

Which, all in all, seems… maybe do-able?

Jesus that can’t be right, apparently that’s 13 hours of Blondie.

You know what?

This might take longer than I thought.

But I can’t be defeated yet. It’s day one.

It may take me longer than I thought, but I believe I can do this. I can watch all of Blondie.

Not because I want to. Not because anybody asked me too. Not even because it’s a remotely practical thing to do.

But for the goof.

I’ll do it for the goof.

For you.

So let’s keep going, shall we?

Blondie Meets the Boss.

Once I check Wikipedia and make sure there’s nothing else.

...

Alright there’s a radio series with Lake and Singleton. It was concurrent with the movies. There’s 42 half-hour episodes. They’re all on the Internet Archive.

...Fuck. I’m sorry, I’m not committing to those right now. Eventually I’ll get to them. Eventually.

There’s some animated cameos in Popeye and things like that, I’ll skip those until I get all completionist about this when I’ve watched everything else. And there’s two animated specials that Marvel made in the 80s. Those I can watch. I can watch 2 specials.

You know, after the 28 movies.

But before the 40 episodes of TV.

And the 42 episodes of radio.

This seemed less daunting when all I’d said I’d watch was 28 movies. I mean, still daunting, but the horizon was in sight.

Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself. 28 movies. I’ll finish the 28 movies, and then we’ll see about the rest.

ALRIGHT STARTING BLONDIE MEETS THE BOSS NOW.

11:58

So if it’s still the same kid playing Alexander 12 years later, and he’s like 3 in this, that’ll make him 15 by the last movie in 1950.

I don’t think “Baby Dumpling” Alexander can be 15? Unless they go all Outnumbered with it. I’d be down.

12:00 AM, Saturday, 21 September 2019

They got a slow motion camera for this. For a shot of the dog. Not doing like a sick stunt or anything. Just a slow motion shot of the dog walking at regular dog speed.

12:02

Dagwood keeps yelling “Blondie!” in this one. Is that meant to be his catchphrase? Which he didn’t say last time?

12:03

You want to know something funny?

Before I realized what I’d done, I was entertaining the idea of watching, as a follow-up to this endeavor when I’m done with the Blondie movies, every Family Circus special.

But now I know that I won’t be done with Blondie for quite some time.

12:06

Over the summer I watched an episode or two of The Dick Van Dyke Show. I think Mary Tyler Moore and Dick Van Dyke are probably more talented comedians than the stars of Blondie, but so far the premises in Blondie have been more competent from the point of view of structuring comedy. That Dick Van Dyke Show episode didn’t have any kind of pay-off. It was weird. If I’m remembering right, the conflict was that a guy showed up and was annoying, and then at the end he left.

But on the plus side, I don’t have to watch every episode of The Dick Van Dyke Show.

12:10

Blondie just said “You’ll kill yourself!” Still concerned about ole Dick Flournoy.

12:12

ALRIGHT. I’m 7 minutes and 50 seconds in. I’m going to take a break now. I’ll finish it tomorrow. I mean what’s the rush? I’ve got the rest of my life to watch-

I’m not gonna calculate how many hours of Blondie it is in all. I’m not gonna. You can’t make me.

12:29

My dad would probably hate this thing I'm doing. He's always saying "your life is this long," and holding his two fingers up. If he goes on he says something to the tune of "if you spend this much of it on such and such…"

But on the other hand, that one AJR song said "A hundred bad days made a hundred good stories, a hundred good stories make me interesting at parties." 

Well, 28 Blondie movies make one funny statement, that being "I am Euan O'Leary, and I've seen every fucking Blondie movie." 

And I don't go to parties, so.

12:38

See I think the thing of it is: I have seen every Godzilla movie. Because I care about Godzilla. Godzilla Raids Again kick-started my love for filmmaking. Every Godzilla movie puts filmmaking as a craft on display, front and centre. And there's a magic in creating giant monsters from rubber suits and model buildings. The magic that makes filmmaking so appealing, so special to me. Suspension of disbelief.

I have no such feelings about Blondie, because I know nothing about Blondie. The Blondie movies are not particularly culturally significant. In a way I think I'm drawn to them because there are 28 of these things, and I could've gone my whole life without knowing. It wouldn't have come up. I've never met anyone who cared about Blondie, actually cared enough to know that there have been more movies about Blondie than James Bond.

And those 28 movies, I can safely bet having seen one now, are totally unremarkable. It's like how Marcel Duchamp's Readymades were objects that he was completely indifferent to, testing the limits of art by removing passion as much as possible.

Not to say I'm not passionate about watching 27 more of these movies. I relish the challenge. It's gonna be fun.

I'm thinking now I’ll just do the movies, because "I've watched every Blondie movie" is a funnier and easier to understand sentence than "I've consumed every piece of Blondie media except for the comic strip, across live action films, TV series, radio shows and animation."

Yeah. No. That's not a premise. Watching all the movies is a premise. And maybe I'll look at the other things if I'm feeling sentimental about the project and don't want it to end.

That is to say, if at the end of the 28 movies I have somehow metamorphosed into a Blondie fanboy.

Anything's possible.

1:03 PM (The next morning)

Okay, I’ve slept on it now. Time to get back to Blondie. Let’s see how Blondie in the morning compares to Blondie late at night.

1:08

Dagwood just lost his job (for the second time so far in the series.) With no bag or suitcase, he went into his office and started packing all his things into his hat.

What a loveable doofus.

1:13

Okay. So.

The dynamic of this series seems to be that Blondie wears the pants. She’s the dominant one. Whenever Dagwood’s in trouble because he can’t just explain the comedy of errors to whoever he’s in trouble with, Blondie resolves it by asserting herself.

There was just a scene where Dagwood came home having accidentally resigned from his job. Once he’s explained everything to Blondie, she takes off her frilly apron, puts it on him, and says “Whenever I’m miserable, I just take a broom and sweep and sweep! You’ll be surprised how quickly your troubles will disappear.” Dagwood looks dazed, wearing the apron and with the broom in his hand. Blondie puts on her coat and hat, walking determined towards the door to go out and fix everything. “And have a good cry, too. It’ll make you feel better.”

A while back I watched Rebel Without a Cause, the James Dean movie, which features a scene where Dean’s character finds his father cleaning up a mess whilst wearing a frilly apron, wanting to clear it away before Dean’s mother sees. And Dean reprimands him. The implication of the scene is that because his father isn’t asserting his masculinity, and because he’s letting the mother dominate him, he’s depriving his son of a masculine role model and thus traumatizing him. I found this scene pretty repulsive. It’s not just a character acting in a sexist way, it’s a deep-seeded thematic sexism on a philosophical level. It supposes not only that Dean has to aspire to be as strong as his father, and not his mother, but also that men who wear anything like this feminine apron, and it would follow any other feminine clothes, are weak, because women are weak.

Now Blondie is indisputably a strong character. And while I think the scene I just watched was meant to be played for laughs, while it’s meant to be funny that Blondie is suggesting feminine methods of coping with stress to Dagwood, she’s not wrong. “Have a good cry, it’ll make you feel better” is Blondie confidently telling Dagwood to vent his frustrations in a healthy way.

Blondie’s a fucking badass.

1:29

Dagwood’s humiliation at being emasculated is indeed being played for laughs as the movie goes on.

Blondie’s still a badass though.

1:33

Um.

1:36

Snort Watch 2019.

Somebody’s breaking into the Bumsteads’ house. Alexander says “Sic’ em, Daisy!” Daisy (the dog) walks into a cupboard. A little puppet dog hand comes around the door and closes it after her.

1:39

They’re playing up really hard how much everyone is mocking Dagwood for wearing an Apron and letting Blondie take charge. Not a fan of that. Meanwhile, Blondie has ended up getting Dagwood’s job at the office, as a result of her showing more strength and confidence than him.

I’m trying to process that.

1:44

Reminds me of that one Rocko’s Modern Life episode where Bev Bighead takes over at Ed’s office job.

1:46

More infidelity.

1:48

Fucking sigh.

I hope not all of these movies are about Dagwood accidentally looking like he’s out with other women behind Blondie’s back and then getting in trouble with Blondie over it.

1:56

Ohp. Nope. This time it’s actual infidelity. Dagwood just kissed some girl.

1:58

Apparently there were horse-drawn taxis in 1939.

Speaking of which: This movie released March 9th. 6 months to go until World War Two starts.

2:02

Blondie and Dagwood sleep in separate beds. Do any couples still sleep in separate beds? I think I’ve only ever seen that in old movies.

2:05

Dagwood Sandwich Watch 2019:

Blondie made this one. It looks like a cake.

2:06

“I’d be tempted to kill. Yes. Drown Baby Dumpling, and myself too.” -Blondie.

Y’okay there Dick? I’m worried about you.

2:11

There’s a bit where Blondie looks at a camera with the initials F. R. written on it. My mind auto-completed Franklin Roosevelt. Blondie asks Dagwood “who goes fishing and has the initials F. R.?” He says “That’s easy, Franklin Roosevelt.”

2:16

Getting film developed. That was also a thing. In the PAST.

2:18

Rotary phones.

Hell, landlines for that matter.

2:24

Dagwood Sandwich Watch 2019:

Alexander made one. It’s really hard to tell what’s in these sandwiches in black and white and 360p.

2:37

Dagwood just accidentally won a swing dancing competition by stumbling on the dance floor trying to run away.

What a loveable doofus.

2:49

Alright, one more down! Blondie Meets the Boss didn’t leave much of an impression beyond the gender politics side of it. More antics. More sandwiches. Life goes on and so does my quest.

My rating is: one Dagwood Sandwich containing a small fish and peanut butter.

Next up is Blondie Takes a Vacation. Which, interestingly enough, follows directly from the plot of Blondie Meets the Boss, which largely revolved around Blondie and Dagwood not being able to take their vacation.

Blondie Takes a Vacation released just 4 months after Blondie Meets the Boss. Which draws my attention to how quickly they cranked these out: There were 3 Blondie movies in 1939, 3 in 1940, 2 in 1941, 3 in 1942, 2 in 1943, 2 in 1945, 2 in 1946, 4 in 1947, 2 in 1948, 2 in 1949 and 2 in 1950. 12 Blondies were released over the course of WW2.

5:54

Hey remember when I mentioned that Blondie and Dagwood sleep in separate beds? Apparently they slept in one bed in the comic strip, and at the time that was shocking. Stumbled upon a list of facts about the strip while I was setting up the blog.