#doublemint

[dandyads]

Wrigley’s Doublemint Gum, 2001

[floridaboiler]

source - https://twitter.com/wendeeluvz

[atomic-chronoscaph]

[ashyblondwaves]

Applying BenGay to my neck before I slide into bed is such an aphrodisiac.

[orangetintedglasses]

And how are things going with the doublemint twins over there...?

One of them is definitely taking the 'fight' part of Belial's declaration more seriously than the other. With the cage as a shield, Vash is trying to avoid getting completely clocked by an angry Remade.

⭐ + 🌒 // - "What is wrong with you, stop it...!!"

The both of them shout, though it's obvious who's doing the pleading, shoving the cage between himself and another blow. The thing is getting dented to hell, but Remade isn't backing down.

⭐ + 🌒 // - "That monster said fight for the right to this body. I'm not going to let Nai's effort go to waste...!"

[14eliho]

Wrigley's doublemint in China

jasmine tea, rose mint, cherry blossom white peach

[horrorshow]

Hey, I appreciate you giving me a little quality time with the Doublemint Twins. Yeah, no problem.

SUPERNATURAL 3.01 The Magnificent Seven

[kilianromero]

Wrigley's Doublemint Gum (1939)

[deathblacksmoke]

Dramamine—Part 5

Interlude: Nick & Jazz

Pairing: Nick Ruffilo x OFC (Jasmine/Jazz)

Series Summary: Cynical, brooding bartender Nick meets too-earnest, pretty boy singer Noah when The Rabbit's Foot starts hosting an open mic night.

!!!PLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS!!!

CW: motor vehicle accident, description of major bodily injury, character death, self-harm/violence, deeply painful angst

*Content warnings will be updated by chapter*

Word Count: 1.9K

Taglist: @concretenoah / @ladyveronikawrites / @circle-with-me / @darksigns-exe / @xxrainstorm / @monotoniscreaming / @agravemisstake / @iknownothingpeople / @cookiesupplier / @jiizzy / @bngurngheart / @signs-of-ill-portent

Let me know if you'd like to be tagged in future fics!

Author's Note: I'm so sorry please forgive me 🤍

dividers by @cafekitsune 💐

2017

He hears her before he sees her—the boisterous sound of her laughter echoing through the record store. It brings a smile to his face, widening further when he looks in her direction to find she’s alone at the small book display, flipping through one and laughing to herself. 

He feels so typical and uninspired when he thinks it, but he’s sure she’s the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. She’s remarkable, but so effortless, too, in sweatpants and sneakers and a long black pea coat, long dark hair splayed messily over her shoulders. He longs to know everything about her, but averts his eyes instead, returning to his browsing.

Their paths converge some time later in the rock section, right around the ‘M’, and he feels like a creep when he can smell her—like dove soap and doublemint gum. There’s a warmth radiating from her that he’s unsure if he’s imagining, but it heats his skin when they reach for the same record and her hand brushes against his own.

She pulls her hand back quickly like she’s been caught doing something she shouldn’t. He takes the opportunity to pick the record up and turn to face her. She looks to her feet with a small smile before glancing back up, a blush painting her cheeks a pretty shade of pink.

He wants the record, but he’s never been one to deny a pretty girl.

“You can have it,” Nick tells her, holding the vinyl out. She takes it from him gently, like it’s a trick he’s playing and she has to be extra careful. “If you tell me about your favorite song.”

She rolls her eyes and he's sure he’s in love with her. He has half a mind not to call his mama and tell her all about her future daughter-in-law once he leaves here this afternoon. 

It’s not a trick question. He really wants to know.

“It’s not a trick question,” Nick says. “I really want to know.”

She tilts the record forward to look at the track listing on the back. He worries for a moment that he caught her buying a gift for a friend—she doesn’t give a fuck about Modest Mouse, and she doesn’t want to be bothered by this weird man in the record store when she’s just trying to enjoy her Saturday.

“Okay, don’t judge me,” she starts, and Nick settles immediately, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. “I know it’s a boring answer, but I really like Dramamine,” she continues, scanning Nick’s face for a response. He nods, prompting her to keep talking. “It’s like finding a photo of an old friend you haven’t spoken to in years, or accepting death, or lying on the floor of your childhood bedroom, or—” she pauses, shaking her head and laughing to herself. “Have you ever noticed how it actually sounds like motion sickness?”

He hadn’t noticed, but as he plays the song to himself in his head—she’s a smart girl.

“That’s my favorite, too,” Nick settles for instead, holding out his hand to her. “I’m Nick.”

She takes his hand readily, smiling softly at him. “Jasmine.”

It suits her.

He lets her buy the record, allowing himself to be delusional and deciding it’ll just become part of their shared collection one day anyway.

He leaves the store with something much better—her phone number. He calls his mom to tell her all about it on his walk home.

2019

“Can you stop unpacking and come relax with me, please?” Nick asks.

She’s been running around the house for hours, trying to get everything in perfect order. Their house.

She floats through their new space so beautifully. He can’t wait to share everything with her—a kitchen, a bathroom, a closet, a bed. He can’t wait to wake up next to her every single morning, even the early ones. No more goodbyes on Sunday evenings.

“Hold on, Nicky, I’m looking for something,” Jasmine responds. Nick props himself on an elbow, laying on his side and admiring her as she digs through boxes. When she finds what she’s looking for, she makes a pleased little sound that cuts straight through him, speeding up his heart rate as he smiles at her. “Here it is. Remember this?”

He told himself he would make it part of their shared collection one day. 

“Yeah, Jazzy, I do,” Nick responds, chest tightening pleasantly at the memory of that cold Saturday afternoon in his favorite record store. “Put it on and come lay with me, honey?”

He curls around her when she joins him in bed, resting his head on her soft tummy. She runs a hand through his hair and he closes his eyes. He feels himself slipping away to sleep as the song plays, her fingers stilling in his hair, no doubt exhausted herself. The hand moves to his cheek and he can feel her warmth radiating through the both of them. He wraps himself around her tighter, getting as close as he physically can.

Traveling, swallowing, dramamine—

He never wants to be anywhere but here, with this girl who makes him feel so safe. He wants to keep her safe forever, too.

2021

He’s getting a little tired of these double shifts—coming in at open and staying until close. He comes home bone-tired, sleeps for a few hours and does it all again. It’s agonizing, made even more so when he remembers that he’s done it to himself.

He feels bad for Jazz more than anything. He knows that she’s been feeling neglected, and he wishes he could tell her why. He always tries to reassure her, but he isn’t so sure it helps. It’s only for a little while longer, though. He’s almost where he needs to be.

He got his shift covered tonight. He feels too guilty to leave Jasmine all alone for dinner for a 5th night in a row, so he has Jesse coming in for him at 6.

I’m off at 6 tonight, Jazzy. What do you want to do for dinner?

It’s close to time for him to leave when he gets the chance to look at his phone again.

Won’t be home for dinner, sorry.

It’s a tone so unlike her that his stomach twists uncomfortably. He doesn’t blame her—Nick shouldn’t have expected her to be home by herself on a Saturday night without knowing ahead of time that he’d be home early.

He should have told her earlier on, but he wanted it to be a nice surprise.

He was looking forward to a night in with her, and with the promise of no Jasmine when he gets home, he almost wants to call Jesse and tell him nevermind. They haven’t had quality time in what feels like ages—he feels so guilty. Their house feels empty without her.

His heart drops into his stomach when he steps through the front door of their home, finding it half empty.

Almost as if Jazz had taken all of her things and left.

He stands paralyzed in the entryway for a long while, pointedly avoiding the handwritten note he sees lying on the coffee table. Somehow, he thinks this would hurt a whole lot less if he didn’t understand why she would do it.

It seems unlike her to leave without warning, but he can’t begin to imagine how she’s been feeling. An unintended consequence of working so much to save up for them is that she’s been left so alone, and he wishes he’d thought of that. He wishes he had listened to her when she asked for him to cut back—that they were doing okay right now—but he put too much faith in how much she can take.

She’s so strong, but she shouldn’t have to be.

His instinct is to call her, but he should hear her out first. He trudges into the living room and picks up the note. The words he finds written in her pretty scrawl make him ache.

Nicky, I know I shouldn’t do it like this, but I know I wouldn’t be able to go through with it face to face. I love you, but I deserve someone who puts me above working themselves sick. When you’re ready for that, you can let me know. Love, Jazz

He looks to their listening setup, their vinyl collection thinned significantly, with one glaring exception. Sitting atop the turntable is the Modest Mouse record, their record, as if she’d played it one last time trying to change her mind and left anyway.

It’s hers. He wanted her to have it. She should have taken it with her when she left.

She shouldn’t have left.

His mind swims when he tries to decide what to do, whether to call her now or give her time. If he calls now and begs for her to come home, she isn’t going to buy it. She’ll think he’s panicking and feeling rejected and he doesn’t mean it.

But he does. He needs her home.

He has his phone in his violently shaking hand, about to press the call button, when another call comes through.

“Mrs. Pierce, hi,” Nick says, voice cracking embarrassingly. “Is Jazz with you?”

“Sweetheart…” Jasmine’s mom starts, the only thing he truly processes before there’s a whooshing in his ears and his entire world shatters.

She tells him that Jazz has been in an accident. She didn’t make it.

It’s worse knowing that she didn’t die instantly. He thinks of his sweet girl, crushed and terrified, and it takes all of his strength to stay upright. He wishes it had been him.

Mrs. Pierce extends her apologies as if she isn’t going through worse, losing her daughter so young. Nick promises to visit her tomorrow and when he hangs up the call, his head pounds and his vision narrows.

He can’t keep himself from doing it when he screams at the top of his lungs, a blood-curdling OH, FUCK no doubt reaching the neighbors’ house—the police will be here any minute if he keeps this up. He smashes his phone, grabbing anything he can reach and smashing that, too. 

This is Jasmine’s house. She is what made it a home, and if she’s wrecked, so should the house be.

His fist meets the brick wall of their living room time and time again until his fingers and knuckles are bloody and mangled.

He doesn’t have the wherewithal to wonder how many stitches he’ll need. He has nowhere to put all of the anger he feels and will continue to feel as long as he has to live with the knowledge that he could have prevented this.

He should have told her that he had his shift covered tonight and would be home early to take her out for a nice dinner. He should have told her that he was working so many doubles to save for the engagement ring he knows she’s been eyeing, the pretty emerald cut garnet ring with the white gold band.

She would have told him to cut back, that she doesn’t need anything fancy. He knows her well enough that he should have known that, but she deserves the best.

She would have been home if he had just fucking told her. She would still be here.

He stares at his hands, sure to scar and decides it’s what he deserves. He’ll never let himself be happy again, because he promised to keep her safe and she can’t be.

[likeadeuce]

Tashi Duncan Does Not Believe in Participation Trophies (WIP Wednesday)

Art stood ten feet away from Tashi, leaning against his ridiculous ragtop Jeep in the otherwise empty parking lot of the Mason, Ohio, Applebee’s, when he said that he wanted to kiss her.

Tashi understood. It was up to her to close this space between them, to reassure him that no other man’s ghost lingered in the gap. And it didn’t. Art had made it clear to her that night: he and Patrick had no friendship left to betray.

She walked to Art, and she kissed him. He kissed back, slow and easy. He tasted like mint, and now she remembered he had put in a quarter and taken two of those swirly hard candies from the dish at the pay station, then unwrapped and crunched them both when she said no thanks. Art was an infamous gum chewer; they used to joke about all the endorsements he’d get from Wrigley. By now, he’d usually have two sticks of Doublemint in his mouth . He’d been thinking about this kiss. Tashi smiled against his mouth. He introduced some tongue, gently. She probably tasted like lite poppyseed salad dressing. Art obviously didn’t mind.

(Maybe Wrigley would be a good endorsement for him. She’d have to ask if he’d tried. Something healthier than Doublemint though, sugar free, and it would help save those pretty teeth.)

And then his hand was up her skirt, palm cradling her ass, fingers finding the inside of her thigh. She was both surprised and not by Art moving so fast. As she ground against him, encouraging the touch, she'd already started framing it as a funny story for Katerina, who had a husband in Romania and lived for tales of what she thought were Tashi’s carefree American-girl exploits. He was asking permission to kiss me and then he was fingering me while the Applebee’s guy dumped the trash out. Yes, of course, I fucked him. She understood for the first time that she was definitely going to.

[nerdieforpedro]

Just like the Picture

Dieter Bravo x gn reader

My entire masterlist and blog are for readers 18+ MDNI. I do not consent to my work being used in AI, recommended on TikTok, borrowed or plagiarized.

Summary: Moving into your new apartment went well. Your new landlord seems pretty chill. You see him a lot though, why is that?

Warnings: Non-consensual voyeurism, masturbation (mentioned but not in detail), edibles, weed use, erotic paintings, food mention

Word Count: 936

Notes: Written for the Roll-a-Trope Writing Challenge presented by @burntheedges . I have it in just under the wire. 👀 I wasn’t not sure I’d be able to write something or not, but I’m glad I was. My trope was “landlord Dieter” so here we are. Not beta-ed, I dunno what I wrote so all mistakes are mine.

Main Masterlist/ Dieter Bravo Masterlist/ Writing Challenges

Dieter sometimes wonders how exactly he ended up staring at his media setup in his office. His apartment on the top floor is one of the penthouses that allows for more room. He has four different screens, all active and his gaze is switching between them. He’s sitting in just his robe, rolling some special herbs and spices into his usual blunt. His favorite show is about to start.

You.

It was an easy deal to strike with his cousin who needed a few hundred bucks as his car always stays in the impound. Dieter told him not to ask any questions, just install the cameras and show Bravo how to access them. He did, his cousin had his money and Dieter had the set-up complete. The only reason Dieter gave as he knew his cousin may blab to someone about the cameras being installed, was that the apartment you now reside in was a model apartment to show potential tenants. It took Dieter’s cousin off his scent and it took months before Bravo would finally rent that unit out. 

You moved in six months ago, one of Dieter’s last move-ins. He gave you a tour of the building, amenities, and the unit himself. Usually, he leaves the office manager to do the tours, but they always make sure to at least introduce new tenants to Dieter before touring them. He quickly told him that he would handle things from here. A piece of gum was popped into his mouth as he offered you one as well. You giggled and took a stick of Doublemint from him. His palm touched the small of your back as he led through the building. You’re so comfortable with him, you really shouldn’t be but Bravo is grateful. That way, he won’t feel bad about his late-night viewing. 

Dieter Bavo made sure to be there for the day of your move-in, assisting where he could and providing jokes where he could. He bought lunch for you, some burgers, fries, and a lemonade. Eating on your new leather couch, Dieter finds himself to be enamored with you. He’s thankful he didn’t see anyone move in with you and no other names on your lease besides yours. He leaves and bids you a good evening, though he’s glad to be taking the elevator up to his apartment to view more of you. Over the first month after you’ve moved in, Dieter notes that you have a routine after you get home from work:

Watching you move around your apartment, drop your work bag and keys. 

Sit down to read. (That’s your third book this month. Maybe he should read while you’re at work. What book is that?)

Watch TV later. (Changing the camera angle he can see what show you’re watching, the Glenn guy is everywhere. Dieter has stubble too, maybe not as much, but enough to give a good burn.)

Undress and apply your lotions after your shower. (In retrospect, maybe he should have put one in the bathroom, but he wasn’t sure if his cousin would be able to find one of those waterproof cameras. Maybe he’ll rub that decadent cream on your legs and back one day too.) 

Pulling out your special bog of toys. (Investing in a quality bag to store your nightly enjoyment in is self-care as far as Dieter is concerned. He may need to check out that brand of lube, he’s heard about it, but hasn’t bought it because he’s familiar with the one he uses.)

In the second month, Dieter now not only masturbates watching you but also thinks about whether you like edibles. You’ve commented that you’re not a fan of smoke, no matter cigarette or weed. He could offer you some edibles to try out though, fruit flavors to start. Bravo makes it a point to ‘run into you’ around the building. At the pool, workout area, and mailboxes. You comment that see him often and maybe you should have lunch again, this time you’ll buy. Dieter insists that you don’t and more burgers are had, in his apartment. It’s an open concept, has a lot of light and you see his easel near one of the windows. 

Dieter’s too busy sipping his lemonade and trying to figure out if he’s going to offer grape edibles or apple flavor. He hears you gasp and ask, “What is this?” He now recalls what’s over there and scratches his exposed belly as he stretches an arm upward.

“What I imagine you to look like when you come. What do you think?” Bravo smiles as he walks over to you. Your eyes are fixed on the incomplete painting. The furrow of your brows, placement of your legs, and the surrounding color match those of your sheets, how would he know all of that?

“It’s fairly detailed. You even got my mole and my scars, those edibles help with that?” You both laugh and you take one apple and one grap from Dieter’s palm, chewing them both. 

“Maybe. No other questions thought, most would have a different reaction to this.” His surprise has you walk over to the couch and lie across it. It’s bizarre for sure, but endearing in a way. Plus the toys are only getting the job done but so well. Bravo moves his way over and stands before the couch above you, his breathing quickening as a bulge forms beneath his pajama bottoms. His large palms land on your thighs as he bends down to eye level with you.

“Wanna see if you can have me make that face for you Dee?”

[70s80sandbeyond]

Vintage 80s Wrigley's Doublemint Gum Commercial (1987)

[sgtmickeyslaughter]

WEEKLY TAG WEDNESDAY

happy wednesday everyone! thanks for tagging me @lingy910y @energievie @creepkinginc @heymrspatel @thepupperino

Name: gigi

Age: 24

Astrological sign: such a virgo i was born on the first day of the season, right on time

Upon which continent do you reside: north america

Tell us how you're feeling right now using 3-5 emojis: 😴☁️🧿

What's your favorite flavor of gum? wrigleys doublemint

What's the last movie you watched? the little hours, it was very funny but not what i was expecting

What was your worst subject in high school? biology and chemistry, i liked the big ideas and theories but could not care less about the minutia

What's the job you stayed at for the shortest period of time? in highschool i worked at this coffee shop opened by this greek couple who were like, we want to pay everyone fairly which was great but then hired about ten more people than they needed so we all got fired about 3 months in

What's your favorite thing to do at an amusement park? im very scared of rides but i used to love the big swinging thing when i was young and fearless. ive actually never been to an amusment park, just my hometowns county fair so i loved the livestock show, art show, and good food

What condiments go on top of the perfect hot dog (meat or plant-based)? the works

Cincinnati chili, thoughts? hmmm dont really know what that is, i dont like chili usually but i do love obscure regional american dishes so ill say neutral thoughts for now

Do you sleep with a plushie? i have a few stuffed animals, a couple bunnies and a teddy bear and i sleep with them when im sad

How do you feel about thunderstorms? i like them from a distance, when they start doing a little too much i get nervous

What's the last animal you touched? i saw my dad's dog when i was out west last week, she called me the devil to my face for not letting her eat garbage from the ground!

Grab the nearest item with words on it that ISNT a book and tell me the final word: sennelier (watercolors)

Have you ever forgotten to do an assignment until the night before its due? no, see question 3

@iansw0rld @mmmichyyy @spookygingerr @mickittotheman @jrooc

@ian-galagher @mickeym4ndy @doshiart @gallawitchxx @mickeysgaymom

@softmick @deathclassic @blue-disco-lights @em-harlsnow @mybrainismelted

[duffertube]

Steven Garrick And His Party Twisters - Come On Everybody Let's Twist! (1962)

1. Psychoanalytwist

2. Sister's A Twister

3. Intimitwist

4. A Twist Of Lemon

5. Ten Cents A Twist

6. Astrotwist

7. Strictly Informal Twist

8. Don't Holler On Me Twist

9. Thou Shalt Not Untwist

10. Doublemint Twist

11. Chalah Twist

12. Scientwist

Source: Internet Archive

[gillianthecat]

Workplaces in QL Shows

Step by Step got me thinking about the types of companies that get used as the settings for Office Romance in QL, and then by extension, what kinds of work characters do. I've only included ones where the job or the workplace is somehow part of the story or is a setting (so jobs the characters had as background info don't count). I didn't include censored BL because I feel that setting plays a different (more prominent than usual in BL) role in those types of stories. I didn't count university students doing school projects, but did include teenagers actually working. This is only the list of shows I've seen or know enough about to make as guess, so a lot are missing. Please add on, or make corrections! Titles with an asterisk * are included in multiple categories (leads had different jobs, or one job fits both categories). Titles in (parenthesis) I've only watched a part of, but enough to determine what work they did, titles in [brackets] I haven't seen so I'm going off what I've read.

(updated 1/7/24 with shows some new shows and some old ones I've seen since first posting. still not a comprensive list.)

Marketing/Advertising Office

🇹🇭 GAP

🇹🇭 Step By Step

🇰🇷 The New Employee

🇰🇷 Roommates of Poongduck 304

🇰🇷 All the Liquors *

🇹🇭 [Check Out]

🇹🇭 [Paint with Love] *

Graphic Design Office

🇹🇭 Bed Friend (or is it also marketing?)

🇹🇭 Middleman's Love

🇯🇵 Senpai, This Can't Be Love!

Architecture

🇹🇭 Big Dragon

🇹🇭 Love in the Air *

Game Design

🇹🇭 A Boss and a Babe

🇰🇷 Our Dating Sim

Other/Business Empire/Generic Office setting (or I never figured out what they did)

🇯🇵 Old Fashion Cupcake (i never figured it out)

🇹🇼 We Best Love 2 (some tech thing?)

🇹🇭 To Sir With Love * (business empire)

🇹🇭 Cutie Pie (business empire)

🇯🇵 Cherry Magic (stationary company, iirc)

🇹🇭 Cherry Magic

🇹🇭 Love in the Air * (some sort of business empire?)

🇹🇼 [Be Loved In House: I Do] *

🇰🇷 [Love Mate]

🇰🇷 Naked Dining *

🇯🇵 Doublemints *

🇯🇵 (Ossan's Love) (real estate)

🇭🇰 [Ossan's Love]

Law Office

🇹🇼 Plus and Minus *

🇹🇭 Laws of Attraction *

Restaurant/Coffee Shop/Bar

🇰🇷 Ocean Likes Me *

🇰🇷 Choco Milk Shake

🇰🇷 The Tasty Florida

🇰🇷 (Unintentional Love Story) *

🇰🇷 To My Star * (1 & 2)

🇰🇷 All the Liquors *

🇰🇷 Happy Merry Ending *

🇹🇼 [Be Loved In House: I Do] *

🇹🇼 Plus and Minus *

🇹🇼 [My Tooth Your Love] *

🇹🇼 [DNA Says Love You]

🇹🇭 [Coffee Melody] *

🇹🇭 [Moonlight Chicken]

🇹🇭 [What Zabb Man!]

🇻🇳 [You Are Ma Boy]

🇻🇳 [My Lascivious Boss]

🇹🇭 Laws of Attraction *

🇹🇭 (Bake Me Please)

🇹🇭 [609 Bedtime Story] *

🇹🇼 [VIP Only] *

Other Shop/Service

🇯🇵 Minato Shouji Coin Laundry (laundromat)

🇹🇼 Plus and Minus * (dry cleaner)

🇹🇭 Love in the Air * (mechanic)

🇰🇷 [Oh! Boarding House]

🇹🇭 [My Ride] * (moterbike taxi)

🇰🇷 Naked Dining* (grocery store)

🇹🇭 Pit Babe (race car team)

Artist/Artist's Shop

🇰🇷 (Unintentional Love Story) * (ceramics)

🇹🇼 [Be Loved In House: I Do] * (jewelry/metalworking)

🇯🇵 Utsukushii Kare Eternal* (photographer)

TV/Film/Idol Industry

🇹🇭 War of Y

🇹🇭 [House of Stars]

🇹🇭 [Show Me Love]

🇰🇷 (The Director Who Buys Me Dinner)

🇹🇭 (Vice Versa)

🇹🇭 (Love Stage)

🇯🇵 (Love Stage)

🇰🇷 To My Star * (1 & 2)

🇹🇭 Lovely Writer *

🇰🇷 Individual Circumstances *

🇹🇭 [Paint with Love] *

🇯🇵 I Became the Main Role of a BL

🇯🇵 Utsukushii Kare Eternal *

Music/Idol Industry

🇰🇷 Happy Merry Ending *

🇰🇷 Ocean Likes Me *

🇰🇷 [Wish You]

🇹🇭 [Coffee Melody] *

🇻🇳 [You Are Ma Boy]

🇯🇵 Kabe-Koji-Nekoyashiki-kun Desires to be Recognized *

🇹🇭 [609 Bedtime Story] *

Journalism

🇯🇵 Candy Color Paradox

🇯🇵 My Personal Weatherman *

Publishing Industry/Writers

🇰🇷 Happy Ending Romance

🇰🇷 Individual Circumstances *

🇯🇵 The Novelist/The Pornographer series

🇹🇭 Lovely Writer *

🇰🇷 [First Love, Again]

🇹🇼 [VIP Only] *

Manga/Manwha Artists/Illustrators

🇯🇵 Kabe-Koji-Nekoyashiki-kun Desires to be Recognized *

🇰🇷 Oh! My Assistant

🇯🇵 Jack o' Frost

🇯🇵 My Personal Weatherman *

Medical

🇹🇭 (Dear Doctor I'm Coming for Soul)

🇹🇼 [My Tooth Your Love] *

🇹🇭 [Manner of Death]

🇹🇭 [Physical Therapy]

🇹🇭 (My Ride)*

🇻🇳 [Mr. Cinderella]

🇻🇳 [Want to See You]

🇹🇭 [Triage]

🇹🇭 [Sky In Your Heart] *

Mafia/Criminal Underworld

🇹🇭 KinnPorsche

🇹🇭 [Love Syndrome]

🇹🇭 [Unforgotten Night]

🇹🇭 [Chains of Heart] *

🇹🇭 [3 Will Be Free]

🇹🇭 [Golden Blood]

🇹🇼 [HIStory 3: Trapped]

🇹🇭 Never Let Me Go (debated whether to include these children, but ultimately decided they work. still unclear on whether it's mafia or a legit business)

🇹🇭 To Sir With Love *

🇯🇵 Doublemints *

🇰🇷 Long Time No See

🇹🇭 (My Dear Gangster Oppa)

Sex Work

🇹🇭 [Playboyy]

🇯🇵 The Shortest Distance is Round

Debt Collection

🇹🇭 [Even Sun]

🇰🇷 [You Make Me Dance]

Park Rangers/Teachers (the "Other" category, but that's what's in it so far)

🇹🇭 [1000 Stars]

🇹🇭 [Sky In Your Heart] *

🇻🇳 [TienTai Bromance]

🇹🇭 [Chains of Heart] * (this is based on the MDL synopsis, so I don't know if it's accurate, but I was so tickled to have two shows in the park/forest ranger category I had to include it)