#either way i'm assuming it's 'january' as in 'first week of january')

[to-be-a-dreamer]

Chandler knows this but I am going to fistfight Samuel Dalton Reich in a Denny's Parking lot if we don't get some kind of Fantasy High: Junior Year promo content soon I am losing my mind please Sam just let me see my favorite losers again I will take a singular screencap to hold me over

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

No ghostface. Mindy invites reader and the whole group to spend the weekend at their family’s cabin in the woods. No mansion cabin, something small. That means your ex, Chad, is also going to be there. Him and Tara spend a lot of time together so you assume they’re a thing and Chad knows that you have a new boyfriend, but you broke up with him a few days before the trip (said another girl’s name in bed or something equally shitty) and Mindy insisted you come so you wouldn’t be sad in your dorm

Request: all weekend. You can’t sleep on the first night so you get up and end up alone with Chad in the kitchen and…things happen

Two longer requests in the same week? Am I back? (I'm trying to get through the requests I got in January first, be patient with me!)

Warnings: 18+, mention of cheating, p + v, public sex (kinda but not really)

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‘’Out of the way! I really need to pee!’’ Mindy shouted, keys in hands and making a run for the door. 

You chuckled at her antics. A part of you was questioning if she actually had to pee or if it was a trick to get away from unloading the car.

Chad unlocked the trunk and you ducked under his arm to grab your bags. 

The cabin was nothing fancy like you see in movies. Just a regular family cabin — small and cozy. Mindy said their grandpa built it in the 70s, which explained the retro ambiance. Everything was mismatched, yet went perfectly together. 

To avoid any bickering, the sleeping arrangements had been settled before arriving. The cabin had two bedrooms — one of them had two single beds — and a pull-out couch. Mindy and Anika were taking the master bedroom, you and Tara the twins' old bedroom, and Chad got the short stick and had to share the pull-out with Ethan. They were roommates, so it wasn’t weird. 

It was already late afternoon when you got to the cabin, so you didn’t have much time for anything other than unpacking before getting started on dinner. 

‘’Where’s Chad?’’ Ethan asked, not seeing him in the kitchen. 

Mindy, who was chopping potatoes, rolled her eyes. ‘’Probably hiding to get away from helping make dinner. He always does it at home. He mysteriously disappears, then ‘surprise’ he’s back when all the chores are finished.’’ 

‘’You’re wrong, babe,’’ Anika chimed in, correcting her girlfriend. ‘’He left to get some wood with Tara.’’ 

Of course he went with Tara. 

After dinner, you went to your room to change into pajamas. While looking through your bags, you realized that Jason’s bracelet broke and had fallen from your wrist, mirroring the state of your relationship. In a few weeks, you would have found it funny, but for now it only brought tears to your eyes. 

Fuck. You promised yourself you wouldn’t cry on this trip.

As if she knew, Mindy popped in the doorway. ‘’What’s taking you so long, we’re— Are you crying?’’

You wiped your face, erasing all traces of incriminating tears. ‘’No.’’ 

‘’Liar.’’ She sat beside you on the bed and pulled you in a hug, knowing all about Jason. ‘’Stop thinking about him and come watch a movie with us. Uncle Randy had the best collection of VHS tapes,’’ Mindy said, trying to get your mind off him. ‘’I’m sure we can find one where the cheating asshole gets his head chopped.’’ 

A small smile drew on your lips. You couldn’t ask for a better best friend. 

*

You turned over and tried to fall asleep for the fifth time, but it was pointless. All you could think about was Jason and that girl from Phi Iota Mu. Pushing the quilt to the end of the bed, you got up and walked as quietly as you could into the kitchen, trying to not wake anyone.

‘’Can’t sleep either?’’ someone whispered. 

Startled, you cursed under your breath. ‘’Are you trying to kill me?’’

Chad laughed. ‘’Can’t handle a little jumpscare?’’ He was leaning against the counter and snacking on the home-made cookies Anika had brought. ‘’Want one?’’ 

You accepted the cookie, breaking off a piece but not eating it yet. ‘’Why are you awake?’’ 

‘’Ethan moves a lot when he sleeps,’’ Chad explained, scrunching his face in annoyance. ‘’He kicked my back three times with his knee and elbowed me in the face. I don’t know how I’m gonna put up with him all weekend.’’

You glanced at the couch where Ethan shifted underneath the blanket like a sleeping restless child. ‘’Why didn’t you ask to share with Tara?’’

A frown creased your midnight partner’s face. ‘’Why would I want to share a bed with Tara?’’ 

You shrugged, avoiding eye contact as you continued to eat your cookie. ‘’I don’t know. You’ve been spending a lot of time with her. I assumed that—’’ 

Chad sighed, interrupting and correcting. ‘’There’s nothing between me and Tara,’’ he said, his eyes on you like he was making a promise. ‘’It’s not like that. We’ve been friends since we were kids — she’s like family.’’ 

You nodded, continuing eating your cookie in silence in the dim light of the overhead stove light. 

Minutes passed, neither you or Chad talking. Surprisingly, your mind didn’t drift where it shouldn’t. It was peaceful. 

Until the silence was broken.

‘’I didn’t want to ask while the others were there, but I know something is clouding your mind. We’ve dated long enough for me to know your body language. I’m probably not the person you’d choose to confide in, but if you want to talk, I’m here.’’ Chad’s gaze softened as he looked at you, making sure you knew that he meant it. 

When you think of a person to pour your heart to, your ex boyfriend is not the first one in line, but the ache within pushed the words past your lips. ‘’You were right about Jason.’’ 

Then, tears started flowing.

It didn't take long for Chad to understand. 

Without saying a word, he stepped in and pulled you into a hug. It’s been months since he held you like that, yet your bodies still molded perfectly together. You rested your head on his chest, letting the tears flow freely as they wetted his shirt. 

‘’I should have listened to you,’’ you cried into his chest, guilt and regret filling you although you weren’t the one who cheated.

You thought Chad’s warning about his teammate’s antics was him being jealous, that he had said this so you wouldn't get with someone else. Maybe a part was, but Jason had a reputation for cheating on his girlfriends. He bragged about his hookups in the locker rooms and at practice all the time.  

Chad loosened his hold and lifted your chin, using his thumb to wipe your tears. ‘’Next time I see him, I’ll—’’

‘’Please don’t,’’ you said, teary eyes looking up at him. ‘’It’s gonna draw attention to the situation and I don’t want to become a campus gossip. I just…want to forget him.’’ 

Although he really wanted to punch right now, he respected your wish. Nothing was said about not giving him a nasty glare at practice on Monday, though. 

‘’I can help you with that.’’ Seconds after the words were out, Chad’s eyes widened when he realized how it sounded. ‘’Shit, not— I mean watching movies or going for a walk, not…sex.’’ 

You could see the embarrassment on his face, truly not meaning to say that. 

What if you were interested in this method? What is it that they say again? The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. 

You wouldn’t get with a stranger — Tinder hookups were always disastrous. But Chad didn't sound like a bad idea. He was caring and generous in bed, you always loved how tall he was and how he would manhandle you. He also had a very nice body. 

‘’What if that’s what I want?’’ You moved your hand up his chest, your eyes catching Chad’s. 

‘’A-are you sure?’’ he asked. He would never take advantage of your vulnerability to satisfy his dick. 

You nodded, reached the back of his neck to pull him down to your level. ‘’I’ve never been more sure of something.’’ You ended your sentence with his kiss, bringing his lips over yours.

The next minutes were a mess of kissing and fumbling with clothes while trying to be as quiet as possible. It wasn’t easy when Chad’s thick fingers were pushing in and out of you at a toe-curling pace, but the walls of the cabin were thin and Ethan was still sleeping on the pull-out couch…literally a few feet away. 

He bit back a groan when you squeezed his fingers, your arousal covering them as you gripped and mouthed at his shoulder, trying to muffle any sounds. Being quiet during sex was never something you mastered. 

‘’I almost forgot how tight you feel,’’ Chad hissed, replacing his fingers with his cock and slowly filling you up.

You crushed your lips together again, your hands exploring his arms, his neck, his back, his shoulders as he began to move his hips, drawing gradually out of you and inching smoothly back in over and again. It was a frustrating pace — and felt more like making love than casual sex —, but fuck it felt good. 

Chad truly was a good lay. 

Soon enough your legs began to ache from the height difference, but he gripped your thighs to hoist you up. You wrapped them around his waist and the slight change caused Chad’s cock to hit deeper, eliciting a moan from you which you prayed no one heard. 

Once Chad came with a choked noise of pleasure, he set you down on the counter and you stood there for a moment, catching your breaths. 

‘’What’s the asshole’s name again?’’ 

You giggled against Chad’s chest, feeling your mixed cum leak from your pussy and onto the counter. ‘’I don’t know… Felix?’’ you said, mistaking Jason’s name on purpose. 

—

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[syrena-del-mar]

Examining the Use of Movie Posters in Dead Friend Forever, Episode 8

So, for the past few weeks I've been paying attention to the different movie posters in Non's room and we finally got a clear shot of the posters in Episode 8! A big thank you to @lukaherehelp, @slayerkitty, and @fiction-is-queer for helping me identify, track down, and discuss all the movie posters and their possible significance.

Before we jump in, I think there are some interesting trends that have come from the chosen movie posters that have been plastered on the walls. First, all the movies either have kids dying or kids involved in some capacity. Second, two of the posters were in Spanish (does this hint that New was in a Spanish-speaking country?). Third, several seem to be in the horror films. Fourth, most seem to take place out in nature (a la cabin in the woods.)

El Fuera de la Ley -> The Outlaw Josey Wales (1976)

Interestingly enough, Clint Eastwood's The Outlaw Josey Wales is the only legitimate poster that I have been able to find that Be On Cloud has chosen to use. I'm attributing this to mainly be due to American copyright laws.

For those that aren't familiar with U.S. copyright laws or just copyright laws in general, the law protects any tangible, intellectual property. Under the Copyright Act of 1976, as amended in 1978, any work that is made for hire, the copyright endures for a term of 95 years since its first publication. Movie posters do fall under this category. But this term of 95 years only took effect starting from January 1st, 1978, meaning that any work prior to this amendment was still controlled by the 1976 act. Under the 1976 act, the initial term of copyright was 28 years from the date of publication or registration. After the initial term, it could then be extended for 67 years for a total 95 years, but the copyright holder would need to actively extend the term. The Outlaw of Josey Wales came out in 1976, and assuming that the did not pursue copyright for the next 67 years, the copyright term would have ended in 2004. Meaning that Be On Cloud would be able to use the original movie poster without having to pay for the right of use.

Now onto the actual relevant portion of the plot. Josey Wales, a Missouri farmer, seeks revenge after his wife and son are murdered by pro-Union militants led by Captain Terri. Refusing to surrender to the Union, after the war, he ends up with a bounty on his head. Captain Terrill hunts down Wales and opens fire on him. Struggle ensues, Terrill draws out his sword and tries to kill Wales, but instead Wales take control and forces the blade through Terrill's chest and finally avenges his family. There is still a bounty for Wales, but locals cover him and tell the Rangers that came looking for him that he had already been killed. Ultimately, Wales has found his peace and rides off in the sunset, while you're left being unsure whether he survived or died of his wounds.

Now, I'm thinking this is where we're heading for the ending. After it's all said and done, I think this may play out in two different ways: either we'll never really truly find out whether Non made it out alive or we'll never know who the actual killer is. Either way, with the ending of The Hidden Character and coupled with the ending of this movie, I really think we're heading towards the direction where we're going to end up with a rather ambiguous ending. And if Non is confirmed dead, will it be Phee to be the last one standing after having avenged him? If Non's the writer and Phee is the killer, by Non's new storyboard and following Wales' story, he would.

La Madre: Love Never Dies -> Mamá : El Amor De Una Madre Es Para Siempre (2013)

‘Mama’ is a supernatural horror film that follows two young girls, Victoria and Lilly, who disappeared the of their parents' deaths but are later found abandoned in a forest cabin after 5 years have passed. They are taken in by their uncle Lucas and his girlfriend Annabel, but strange occurrences reveal the presence of a malevolent entity they call "Mama." As Annabel struggles to bond with the girls, Mama becomes increasingly possessive and dangerous, threatening their safety. Annabel offers Mama her lost child's remains to soothe Mama's anger but Lily's call interrupts, leading to Mama's return as she attempts to take the girls. Victoria chooses to stay with Annabel, and Mama and Lily fall off a cliff, before becoming spirits that turn into moths. At the end, you see one of the moths land on Victoria, likely showing the Lily would always be with Victoria.

Now at first glance, I thought this was just in reference to Non's tumultuous relationship with his mother, which I'll get to that in another meta, but the more I think about it seems like it parallels the corruption of innocence and the monstrosity found in humanity. In ‘Mama’, the corruption of innocence occurs not only to the children but actually to Mama herself. She becomes a malevolent entity after the loss of her child and becomes obsessed with the sisters in a twisted form of motherly love. Meanwhile, Non's life is irrevocably altered by the actions of the THC gang. They initiate the beginning of Non's life imploding on him. He's rendered a victim of relentless harassment and violence. The psychological and physical trauma that the THC gang put him through eventually breaks him and what little of his sanity that he had left. They destroyed him, intentionally. There’s no true remorse from any one of them, sans (maybe) Jin. Monsters do not always come in the shape of supernatural entities and the THC gang has proven that. They relentlessly tormented Non, manipulated and exploited him for their own gain, while showing little regard for the life that they, quite literally, traded in return for their own success. They may be haunted by te supernatural, hunted by a killer, but they were the first monsters.

"A ghost is an emotion bent out of shape, condemned to repeat itself, time and time again until it rights the wrong that was done." This quote comes directly from the movie and really sums up everything that the THC gang has been living and fearing. Non's movie is has come full circle, it's finally being performed the way he wrote it. There's no more hijacking of his film and changing the ending depending on who is skimming through the script. Instead, who ever is laying out these murders is fixing the changes made and following what Non wanted. And if he gets his way, nobody is going to survive this time around.

Considering the ending once more, it's going to be interesting if the DFF's ending parallels Mama's. If so, who is going to be the hypothetical sacrificial lamb? Will it be Phee? Tan? White? Or, has it been Non this whole time?

Whisper (2007)

Quite frankly, I'm not familiar with this movie at all, but I'm going to do a quick recap from what I could find online. In "Whisper," Max Truemont and his fiancée Roxanne seek a fresh start by opening a diner, but face financial obstacles. Max agrees to join his former partner Sydney in kidnapping 8-year-old David, son of a wealthy woman, for ransom. After the abduction, tensions rise among the group as suspicions emerge, exacerbated by David's ability to manipulate minds. It's revealed that David's mother is the mastermind behind the plot, claiming David is a demon with mind control powers. She urges Max to kill David, but she dies by her own hand when he refuses. Max ultimately kills David, unintentionally causing Roxanne's death in the process.

I think the obvious parallel here is the kidnapping that occurs. Yet, in 'Whisper', trust and betrayal are central to the plot where Max places his trust in Sydney only to betrayed when loyalties are questioned. Meanwhile, Non gets dragged into the movie by Jin, the one who places himself to be the friendliest of the group and is the only one that seems to want to have Non around. Out of everyone, Jin appears to be the closest to Non. Hell, in the present Tee even states that if Non were to visit anyone after disappearing for so long, it would be Jin. But we know that's not true, arguably the biggest betrayal comes from Jin. First, he films him getting sexually assaulted. Second, he lets Non get kidnapped by Tee and Top. Thirdly, he completely lies to the police officer about not knowing what happened to Non and actively frames Non as a promiscuous kid that ran away with his teacher. Jin was actively a bystander to Non's torment. Both narratives highlight the fragility of trust and the consequences of betrayal.

With that, ‘Whisper’ also revolves around the consequences of Max's actions. Max's decision to participate in the kidnapping of David set off a chain of events that screws up his whole life, quite literally causing the death of his fiancée. Here, Non's choice to continuously get involved with the THC gang really was the beginning of an end for him. Same with the decision to repay Por with the mafia's horse accounts... his choice to fix a problem with another problem shaped what little future he had.

Rivarium -> Vivarium (2019)

Again, this is another movie that I had to research. In "Vivarium," the concept of brood parasitism is starkly depicted through the introduction of a cuckoo bird. Gemma and Tom, a young couple, become trapped in a surreal suburban neighborhood called "Yonder" after being led there by a mysterious real estate agent. As they struggle to escape, they discover they are part of an experiment conducted by an otherworldly entity, with a strange child named "The Boy" at the center. Ultimately, the film concludes with The Boy assuming the identity of the dying real estate agent Martin, perpetuating the cycle of captivity and manipulation.

‘Vivarium’ explores the theme of cycles and repetition, as Gemma and Tom find themselves trapped in a seemingly endless loop of confinement and captivity. Despite their repeated attempts to escape, they always return to the same house, number 9, mirroring the cyclical nature of brood parasitism found in nature. Non finds himself in the vicious cycle of abuse and retaliation, where every time that he tries to fix one problem, he gets in another. No matter what he tries to do to dig himself up from his hole, it only leads to further escalation and harm to himself. @lukaherehelp and @fiction-is-queer made good points that in this case, Non is the 'bird' that the 'cuckoos', the THC gang, used for their own benefit. And now that Non is gone, the loop restarts, only now it’s Phee and Tan’s turn to infiltrate the group that has caused Non’s ruin.

The Devil (2010)

Now, this is the only movie poster that is not found in Non's room, but is actually located in Jin's.

‘The Devil’ revolves around five strangers that become trapped in an elevator. As they struggle to escape, it becomes apparent that one among them is the Devil incarnate, manipulating events and tormenting the others with a series of disturbing manifestations. Meanwhile, outside the elevator, a detective investigates the strange occurrences, gradually piecing together the connection between the trapped individuals and the sinister presence haunting the building. As the situation inside the elevator becomes increasingly dire, the characters are forced to confront their darkest secrets and sins, each suspecting the others of being the Devil in disguise. Once they deny their sins, the devil is able to claim their soul. The Devil is unable to claim the last survivor's soul, because Tony confesses and repents for having killed a family in a car accident and fleeing the scene.

This one I find to be incredibly interesting, because I can't help but wonder if this is foreshadowing Jin's journey. To gain forgiveness, you first have to admit your faults. Jin has to first acknowledge the harm he has caused Non, since he constantly postures himself to be the 'nice guy'. Now the question is will he continue to be a coward and deny that he had any part in Non's disappearance, in Non's mental break down, or will he 'confess his sins' and face the consequences of the reality that he helped create?

Final Thoughts

If you read all the way through this... first off, thank you, because this might just be my longest meta.

I might just be reading way too into this show and maybe they just needed movie posters to demonstrate Non's interest in filmmaking, but Be On Cloud is known for paying attention to their minor details. Plus if Non's t-shirts can speak, why not his movie posters? Especially when they gave us such a clean shot of the foreground in today's episode.

Everything beyond The Outlaw Josey Wiles is pure speculation, since there's no exact movie poster that I could find. It’s going to be interesting to see if DFF's ending mirrors any of the endings in the referenced movies.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Not sure if you're actually interested in talking more about this, but I'm jumping in anyway because I relate so hard to being confused about the spiderverse timeline. Not only did everything about the society and Miguel happen fast, but a bunch of other stuff don't add up either? Like.

The first film takes place in early December 2018 according to Miles' test (if we can trust that? It does snow several times) and Peter's headstone, and Across takes place less than a year and a half later... or in July 2023 according to the bodega's security cameras?

Also, the news anchor says Peter was 26 when he died, but the headstone says 1991-2018. Then his birthday was in mid to late December? And he died right before it? That's sad. Oh! Speaking of birthdays: Miles asks why he can't go back to Brooklyn middle school. Soo... he's 13 (which the art book claimed, I think??) and skipped a grade? Is his birthday also late in the year? It has to be imminent if he can be 15 in a year and four months.

And Mayday! Babies typically start crawling at 7-10 months. 9 months of pregnancy + 7 months of living baby = 16 months, or a year and four months! MJ must've gotten pregnant immediately after she and Peter B reconciled. That's effecient of them, but I guess she'd waited long enough.

If we disregard the security cams, it's actually April-ish 2020. How long has Gwen been with the society? She says "a few months", yeah? If that's the truth, it must be between two and five months, because Jess' belly was noticeably big in the prologue, but she's yet to give birth by the end. So! Gwen joined in December or January? Maybe February? That's winter. Is it common to be dressed in shorts, tights, and sweater but no coat in New York during winter? Because that's how she's dressed. And the people around her are wearing t-shirts.

Gwen and Hobie has been on "a couple dozen" missions together. That's at least 24, if he meant that literally. Nearly one every day for one month. But it can't have been continuous because he's got shit to deal with in his own dimension in between. How do they manage their time? Do they have a schedule? And this has less to do with the timeline and is really something that just hit me:

Did Miguel deliberately gather all those spider-people to intimidate Miles with? Because HQ is teeming with spider-people doing mostly nothing (and that's only in the lobby). Don't they have villains to catch at home? I'm picturing Miguel sending a mass dm to everyone about how he needs them to come in and act natural – they have a 15 year old that has to be put in his place!

All this to say: I don't think you're dense about this. I think it's the writers that can't math.

BRUH ACTUALLY DEADASS

HOW LONG HAS JESSICA BEEN PREGNANT??????

Because her pregnancy and Gwen's time there PLUS pavitr joining in under six months is SO JARRING AND CONFUSING.

I assumed Gwen was with them for like 6 months, but that seems way too long so maybe 3? And we can (generously) say Jess was maybe 5-6 months pregnant? So okay, she's about to give birth.

And as someone who lives in NY, nah Winter here is a good 40F(4C) here or lower - even spring you have to wear a hoodie and it's like 60F(15C) until July so I don't know when they recruited her tbh

But for some reason I always assumed that Gwen joined before Pavi did, but I guess not?? But Pavi had only been Spider-man for six months? So did they recruit him right away or was HE the 'new guy' before Miles???? And why would they recruit him right away?

Yeah and with Hobie's work schedule - like I'm assuming they don't go on missions only together because she knows Pavi and LOTS of the other Peters, so either shes going on other missions with other people too- meaning Gwen has done a couple dozen with Hobie and THEN some, or she has a lot of time between missions to meet a lot of Peters around campus.

But then that adds up to like 50 something missions. Unless anamolies are happening every single day, that's still 10 weeks, five days a week - at the least.

And they have training rooms!! So i'm assuming Gwen didn't start going on missions right away with the way Miguel was treating her - so what the hell?????

It's like....

If MJ got pregnant right away, at the same time Miguel got the watch - how long did it take him to meet Peter B.??? Was Peter B the first one he met? And how long did he know Peter B before he lost his daughter? Mind you - all in under a year or so. How long was he with his daughter?????

This makes NO SENSE. NO SENSE WHATSOEVER

And also to answer your last point:

Personally I think, yes Miguel actually made a concentrated effort to do that.

I wrote about it in my Hobie dialogue break-down - but the entire Spider Society scene was propaganda meant to intimidate Miles. Hobie even points this out, telling Miles 'propaganda bro'.

Their watches can take them anywhere - Jess goes to the bridge in Mumbattan. But when they need to see Miguel, they make Miles look at the all (trained) Spider-people. Then they take him to the prison area, then the go home machine. They could've just teleported into Miguel's lair, but instead Miguel made them do this whole tour (things Hobie and Gwen have seen), before meeting Miguel.

In my opinion Miguel absolutely planned that, theres no other reason for them to have been there and for the three of them to have to walk through all of that.

They even make them go to the food court for Miguels empanada like how petty can Miguel be lol He literally just wanted to scare Miles

[project-sekai-facts]

Well just based on the news I think the February lim slot has to be a unit event unless they don't care about finishing the rotation before 3.5. January lim could go either way, but because of WxS World Link, that only leaves January lim, February slots 1 and 2, February lim, and March slot 2

Haruka is guaranteed to be one of the perm February slots. Honami could either be January lim or February 1. I think Ena is more likely to be the February lim than Toya is, especially given how the MV types line up. I mean they could do three 3DMV unit events in a row (with a mixed event in there somewhere) since the last 3DMV would end up in March if they do that, but it feels a little more likely they'd do the double 3DMV events and then the next 2DMV. Ena also hasn't had a lim banner with her as the focus (all of her unit events and both of her mixed events have been perms)

I don't know. WxS World Link kinda messes everything up, and the lim schedule is a mess

okay so first off after the stream it occurred to me that i did a big stupid and Honami 4 cannot be the lim banner this month. Lol. Because that would've required them to announce 3 event songs this wandasho channel.

So Toya4 is Toya/Kohane/An lims end of february. Calling it now. Ena I have my doubts about because you could do Ena/Mafuyu/Kaito because both girls are desperate for lims and n25 kaito will be the next vsinger lim, but considering Mizuki has never been rateup on an Ena unit event and also has the most lims in the game right now, I think a Ena/Mizuki rateup for ena4 is most likely.

I will admit I'm still very stuck on things. At the very least it's pretty much confirmed that Hona4 is slot 1 and Haruka4 is slot 2 for february.

Given Emu skipping the rateup she should've had on the current event i'd say she's most likely to be the lim event (plus i think it's too close to akito's last lim when lots of characters have gone nearly a year w/o, and kanade is capped on 4* cards rn). If we look at the characters who need a lim within the next 4 lim events, we have Toya, An, Ena, Mafuyu, Honami, and Emu. Emu already has been featured on mixed events with Ena, Honami and Toya, and we can rule out An based on the likeliness of Toya4 being lim. Emu/Mafuyu works, since they have an established connection, and n25 kaito should be the next vsinger lim and he works with mafuyu.

Also I've seen multiple JP specs that Akito will be the 3.5 event, which makes a lot of sense now that i think about it. it's either kanade, emu, or akito, and miku usually has a 4* on the .5 events. out of those characters, two of them already have a lim miku for their unit. so you could do something like, akito/miku and then maybe ena? i know she was lim on last year's .5 event but there's that 12 month limit thing that's been pretty consistent. plus, pre-established connection. honestly you could probably put Honami on there too because she has a connection to Ena.

then kanade perm mixed after 3.5 god knows who the cards would be on that.

it's patchy, but here's a visual demo of what i'm thinking rn. with this i'm also assuming Ichika/Saki 3.5 fes and Tsukasa/Emu summer fes. mainly based on the fact the WL gacha will end only 8 days before 3.5 (minori and shiho could get away with it because they at least had two weeks between cards). also saki will need a lim more than emu by that point under the assumption that next event is emu.

[morningstarbee]

I'm thinking about the timeline of the show and how confusing it is

When I'm writing fic and trying to establish a base timeline to branch off of or find places to fit in "missing scenes", I always have some trouble.

Like we know definitively that Season 2 takes place over 3 months.

We see the flash forward to Mizumono, then this transition card, and then cut to a scene of Hannibal and Jack talking about Will being in the BSHCI.

And we also know that Season 3 spans nearly 4 years.

Will wakes up in the hospital after Mizumono, we get this transition card, and then see him in Italy.

All the Season 2a stuff happens, and then we know Hannibal is in prison for 3 years before TWOTL.

But like...what about Season 1?

Season 1 starts in either late-summer or early-fall. In 1x1 Aperitif when we first see the Hobbs house in Minnesota, the trees are still green.

By 1x3, when Abigail wakes up and they head back to Minnesota, the leaves are turning red and orange and all over the ground. They're also wearing sweaters.

1x4 Oeuf, the Lost Boys Case takes place over Christmas/New Years. There's not really any snow yet, but everyone is wearing coats and scarves.

By 1x8 Fromage, it's snowing in the Virginia/Maryland area. It's not covering the ground yet, but it's there.

By 1x11 Roti, the snow is pretty deep.

It's still snowing by the end of the season, when Will gets arrested.

BUT HERE'S THE PROBLEM

It's sunny and the snow is melted while Will is in the BSHCI when we see him in 2x1 Kaiseki.

And by 2x4 Takiawase, during the Bee Lady Acupuncture case, it's Autumn again.

When Will get's released in 2x7 Yakimono...it's snowing again.

And you think, oh that makes sense, why is that a problem?

Season 2 takes place over 12 weeks. It can't be winter AGAIN in only 3 months right??? Obviously, the real explanation for this is like,,, filming schedules and shit right? But it's always confused me.

Like is there a time gap between season 1 and season 2? That's the only way I can think to explain it. I always thought that Season 2 picks up right where Season 1 left off, that Will was only in prison for a couple months at most, but there has to be a gap.

If we're generous and say Season 1 ended around the end of winter, and that when Will get's released, its the very beginning of a second winter...

There has to be over a 6-month gap between the end of Season 1 and the start of season 2. Which means Will is in the BSHCI for at least 6 months before his trial (yay American justice system)

So the timeline I would assume

Season 1

late-September/early-October 2012 -> February/March 2013

(4-6 months)

Season 2

I really don't know...Most generous guess I can give is like

November 2013 -> January 2014?

(3 months)

Season 3

With all the traveling and time skips it's hard to tell but

September/October 2014 - December 2014 for Season 3a

Then after the time skip

Season 2b takes place sometime around 2016/2017.

(3 years 8 months)

BUT LIKE YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN RIGHT?

The timeline is kind of confusing, and I guess is mostly meant to be vague.

[jackiebrackettt]

Prime Defenders Timeline (as of s2ep15)

before we start - this is using Southern Hemisphere seasons specifically Australian timing wrt schooling - this was likely not intended but makes the most sense with what we've been given. ALSO this is all speculation and headcanon - which is why i specify as of s2ep15 because it could be decanonised later. i also might be missing out on some information that ruins this because my memory is shit lol

under the cut bc it's a little long!

Pre-Canon:

December 2141--February 2142 -> Dakota dies and gets his powers

it's mentioned that he died sometime during summer and this is southern hemisphere summer. due to the fact he spent time training (and likely could've been in some kind of coma wrt the procedure) it makes sense that he's had his powers for roughly a year rather than only a month

there's the issue of his disappearance from school and people not really pointing that out but that's just something we'll have to take as he gave an explanation for it. idk how it works in american, but in australia schools are generally not split up as middle school versus high school (although some schools split secondary and senior-secondary but that's generally diff campuses rather than diff schools) which explains why people are already familiar with him and why he's well-known as the captain of the soccer team despite potentially missing a year

July 2142--October 2142 -> William dies and gets his powers

seems to be general consensus that william hasn't had his powers for as long by the start of the season - based on the fact he's not very used to them and likely had to get out of Deadwood fairly quickly due to the monster attacks. since he mentioned dying at 16 and that he turned 18 during the ten month gap, he couldn't have died past october (more on this later, but essentially he would've been 17 by october) and anywhere earlier than july seems too soon

issue of this is i'm not sure whether it was mentioned that he also died during summer or if i'm mixing that information up with something else - but we can always say it took them a while before they realised the monster attacks where connected to the wisps and that since he doesn't like his powers he never tried to get used to them -> putting his death sometime around February but as early as December

December 2142--Early January 2143 -> The Prime Defenders is created

Dakota's first death anniversary is either during this time or about to pass! also his 17th birthday :]! Vyncent arrives in Prime (and apparently joins the prime defenders later than william and dakota but it was definitely somewhere around this time)

Dakota mentions a couple of times in season 1 that they have "only known each other for a couple of weeks". this makes me more likely to assume that they met sometime around late december, but he also could be minimising the time to prove a point because he usually says this when he wants to know more about them shrug. either way - it likely wasn't any earlier than december or late november. dakota has had his powers for roughly a year and william has had his for roughly three months

Canon: (set in the year 2143 - source)

Late January 2143 -> Season 1 Starts + They Start School

it's mentioned that this is the start of the school year and pretty much all australian schools start their school year sometime in late-january. the events of season one take place over one-two weeks. dakota's death anniversary has likely passed, but could still be in the next month

Late January/Early February 2143--October 2143 -> Ten Month Time Gap

during this time william turns 18 - which is why his death couldn't be anytime after october, as that is the latest possible point that his birthday would be and he died before his 17th birthday. which also means his death anniversary was during this time

the ten month time gap was specifically mentioned to end in october (/november?) because grizzly didn't want dakota to turn 18. this is why season 1 is likely set in january. i think his birthday is canonically december 31st (at the very least, sometime in december) and he didn't age during season one or the ten month time gap which is why i don't believe season one could've been set anytime earlier

this is why i'm using australian/southern hemisphere time measurements - not only do the seasons line up, but the school year start time with the ten month gap does as well (plus the legal drinking age is canonically 18 lol)

October 2143--November 2143 -> season 2 starts + where we are now

william's been dead for just over a year! dakota's 2nd death anniversary is also likely coming up! william is 18, dakota is still 17 with his birthday in roughly two months. vyncent's age is funky because elf years + prime and fauna have different calendars i'm fairly certain. i imagine he celebrates his bday whenever the new year starts OR based on when they went to fauna he found out how much time passed there and tries to work out when his bday would be in prime

Final Notes:

again - this is all speculation and headcanon, and based on the council's history of just saying shit it could all be thrown out of wack - especially as we get more info on william and dakota's backstories. BUT if anyone has any sources for the above information could you please send it to me and i'll edit the post with a link to it (which also means please check the original post to see if there's any updates on that - idk how readmores work and whether edits will carry over regardless of reblog version)

also please please ignore any typos or missed words i am trying my best but i am typing this very late at night for me

[azikarue]

2023 Fic Recap

Little late with the recap this year, but it's still January, right? For now?

Going into 2023, my goals were to 1) update "Bliss", 2) participate in MayBlade, and 3) work on/finish some WIPs. Poor "Bliss" is still waiting for its chance, but two out of three isn't bad!

I'll ramble more at the end of the post, but here's a recap of everything I posted in 2023.

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A Kiss for Luck

Summary: Before his crucial battle against Mystel, Max takes a moment to center himself. He wasn't expecting company. Set in my Saint Shields in G-Rev AU. Pairing: Max/Mariam Chapters: 1/1 Words: 1,855 Rated: K+

This fic was the first of six short oneshots I wrote to commemorate Valentine's Day. I did something similar in 2021, where I wrote a handful of Max/Mariam kisses and published them during the week leading up to Valentine's Day. When I was planning my writing for 2023, it felt like something fun to tackle again, and it gave me a lighthearted and relaxed start to the year writing-wise. So, I ignored my entire list of goals and wrote this (plus the next five) based off of six kiss tropes. I chose a different pairing for each.

For this one, I indulged myself doubly by starting with Max/Mariam and by setting it in my Saint Shields in G-Rev AU. Ever since I started pondering this AU, the moment in this fic is one that I knew had to happen. I'm sure the Saint Shields would have a lot to say about BEGA. I'm also sure that Mariam would remember the lessons she learned from Max and would be happy to throw them back in his face when he needs it most. And I love the excuse to visit early Max/Mariam days, even if it's in an AU setting. I write so much about them as adults that it always feels refreshing to write a little closer to their roots. This one holds a special place in my heart.

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A Kiss on a Scar

Summary: Every mark on Tala's body has a story and Julia does her best not to ask questions. She doesn't always succeed. Pairing: Tala/Julia Chapters: 1/1 Words: 1,883 Rated: T

When I chose this trope, I knew exactly which ship I would write for it. I was glad to have more practice with these two after writing them for a couple of my MayBlade 2022 chapters. For some reason, I tend to shy away from any member of the Blitzkrieg Boys when I write. I think it's partially because they have such a strong fan base and I'm never sure how my personal image of them will rate. Honestly, I've spent so many years in the fandom focusing on more underrated characters that I'm not even sure I have fully developed ideas for the Blitzkrieg Boys. Tala/Julia feels more niche, though, like it's a safe place for me to play around in.

While writing this, I was a little unsure on characterization. Namely, how much Tala would share without prompting and how much Julia would prompt him. I think there's still some gaps in Tala's character arc between seasons that I need to fill in mentally. He's very open with Tyson when discussing BEGA and Boris. I can only assume that's some combo of righteous anger and maybe therapy? Or just figuring himself out now that he's free from Biovolt's clutches. Julia is a bit of a mystery, too. Mostly, I worry that I'll end up writing her too similarly to other female characters on accident. Reading this fic back, I don't dislike the way I wrote them. And it was a stage in their relationship that I hadn't written before this point, so I enjoyed it a lot!

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A Kiss with Red Lipstick

Summary: Usually Queen has more fun at Enrique's family parties. But she usually doesn't have to go out of her way for his company or spend the night stone cold sober either. Pairing: Enrique/Queen Chapters: 1/1 Words: 1,784 Rated: M

This chapter was just me writing for me. I was pleasantly surprised when it got more than a single note when I posted it on Tumblr, because I know this is such a random ship with an, arguably, even more random interpretation. These are the two I write about when I want messy drama and chaos. Red lipstick kisses feel very messy and chaotic, so here we are.

This falls into the same story line as the last Enrique/Queen fic I wrote. It was fun building upon that idea.

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A Kiss at the Beach

Summary: Salima gets caught staring. It lands her in deep water…so to speak. Pairing: Ray/Salima Chapters: 1/1 Words: 1,180 Rated: T

I'll never turn down the chance to write some cutesy Ray/Salima. I imagine the two of them traveling around together a lot, living an almost nomadic lifestyle between tournaments or stops home (to White Tiger Hills or Salima's apartment). It's always a treat to indulge in that line of thinking, especially for a sweet moment like this.

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A Kiss to Shut Her Up

Summary: Mariah has a talent for uncomfortable conversations. Rick's working on his strategy for getting out of them. Pairing: Rick/Mariah Chapters: 1/1 Words: 1,253 Rated: T

This was one of my favorites when I wrote this series, and I still love it a year later. At the risk of sounding like a broken record, I love writing Rick and Mariah's dynamic, especially from Rick's in-denial, grumpy point of view. He's a fun character in general, and I love how Mariah is the perfect person to keep him on his toes. And I had the line about her climbing him like a tree in reserves for what feels like forever, so it was nice to finally give it a home.

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A Kiss for the Winner

Summary: Tyson wins another World Championship and Hilary needs a minute to process his reaction. Pairing: Tyson/Hilary Chapters: 1/1 Words: 1,987 Rated: K+

I remember agonizing over this fic because I didn't want Tyson or Hilary to feel out of character. I've written a fair bit of TyHil since then, so I think that worry has subsided somewhat, but it was VERY REAL when I wrote this. I think the fact that the fic centers around a disagreement added to that anxiety. Arguments can be tricky. I didn't want it to feel like they resolved things too quickly to be believable or that Hilary's feelings were dismissed. In the end, I'm very happy with how it turned out.

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Subtly Sweet

Summary: When Hilary's computer crashed, she hoped work would be a distraction. Instead, she has a run-in with a vending machine and finds an unlikely hero in Tyson. Now if only he wasn't such a royal pain. Pairing: Tyson/Hilary Chapters: 1/1 Words: 4,320 Rated: K

I have this fic to thank for being able to tick my "work on/finish some WIPs" box in 2023. Very grateful to it for the feeling of accomplishment it gave me. 😄

For a fic that was sitting as a WIP for a year, it cleaned up nice! As a WIP, it was mostly dialogue with some vague outlining that I'd started, then left hanging. Sometimes pinpointing the perfect dialogue to take a plot from Point A to Point B can be a struggle, so when I reread my notes, I knew I had to take advantage of a good thing while I had it. The phone call scene wasn't originally included, and I remember doing a healthy amount of tweaking to get it right, but once it was there I couldn't imagine the story without it.

Fun fact: The original spark of an idea for this fic came from a conversation with RedWheeler literal years ago. I can't remember if we were discussing TyHil specific songs, but "Tangled Up In Me" by Skye Sweetnam came up and I couldn't get the thought of Hilary kicking a vending machine out of my head. Also, how is that song 20 years-old already?

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Life in Color

Summary: A collection for MayBlade 2023. Pairing: Multiple Chapters: 31/31 Words: 65,225 Rated: Varies (everything from K to M)

The pièce de résistance of my year. 💎

I, once again, did not finish my MayBlade entries on time. Unlike my first try, I accepted the fact that I would fall behind ahead of time. I think it made me feel much less stressed overall, but it also might have contributed to me falling behind faster than before? It's a double-edged sword. I know that I was in a better place for this round than I was when writing "Just A Moment", though. Life was much more balanced and I gave myself time to rest and recoup in between chapters, as needed, rather than spending all hours writing, editing, and falling asleep on my keyboard.

I'm very proud of this collection. I love challenging myself to write about some of my favorite, underappreciated characters alongside some of the characters more typical to my fics. I think I said this last year, too, but I love to see which chapters people like best and how it can vary between FFN and Tumblr. Sometimes I'm surprised by how things play out. Like, I was very shocked that the first chapter was so well-received on Tumblr, seeing as it focused on the Saint Shields. I'm sure it was because it was Day 1 of the event, but it was nice to know that some of my favorite characters got their time to shine. That was the case for more than one chapter, and I'd write a slew of notes on them all if it wouldn't make this post way too long.

All in all, I saw more engagement on "Life in Color" versus "Just A Moment" and I'm so grateful to anyone who read or interacted with it in some way! 🤍

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As I reflect on 2023, I can acknowledge that I took some positive steps forward in my never-ending quest for balance.

I'm teaching myself every day that it is okay to let go of things without guilt and pick them back up later. I can't be everything or do it all 100% of the time, and that's all right. It doesn't have to be all or nothing, and I can start things without having any idea of when I'll finish them. I can take a break from things that aren't serving me or causing more stress than I can handle. I can choose myself first and follow my whims. I can log off and be present.

In 2024, I don't know what my fanfic uploads will look like. I'd like to update Bliss and work on more WIPs. MayBlade is up in the air. I love participating, but it always turns into a bigger production than I bargain for. I may just need to participate differently, if I choose to do so.

September thru December are notoriously busy months for me, with May and June getting honorable mention. I'm not saying I'll be totally absent those months. Just putting it out there for me, so I know to go easy on myself. If I do nothing but read and take day trips and spend quality time with the people (and animals!) I love during that time, then it will be a year well spent. 🤍

As always, thank you to everyone who has interacted with any of my uploads this year and to the people who cheer me on and feed my fandom fire. I appreciate this little circle of the internet so, so much, and I hope 2024 brings only the best to you all! 🥰

[epickiya722]

Those are questions I can answer! Somewhat.

One was how did he even managed to get some info? Did Skeptic help him or did he do it himself? 1) Unknown! Current hypothesis is that Dabi tried looking into Hawks, found his "lack of existence" hella sus, decided to take a break to bully Endeavor, found "Ending" who was released from prison, who also happened to be an Endeavor fanatic who just so happened to be present during Takami's arrest. I assume he was passionately ranting about the first time he saw Endeavor's flames fight "the thief with red feathers" and how it inspired him to become a villain, and that was enough for Dabi to get curious. Skeptic could've hacked into the HPSC database because surely they'd have a record of all ProHeroes right? But this creates more issues because they erased Hawks' name, they sure as hell wouldn't have records of his mom, so I'm assuming they instead tried following money trails, paychecks from Hawks' agency to his mom's place? We don't really know who was paying for everything, when Hawks was younger it could've been the HPSC, but now I assume it all comes from his paycheck. Tbh I find this whole thing flimsy, Hori was all "Dabi just somehow did it" and expects us to magically he believe he found Hawks' mom's house. Because I think Hori ran into some issues with that plot, I highly suspect he had to find a hasty way to wrap things up and that's a whole separate post if you wanna hear my complaints.

That leads in to how much time he spent finding the information he did because that is some confidential stuff? 2) Oh, absolutely. He has nothing to track because Hawks doesn't even have a birth certificate. He has no legal identity. Removing "Takami Keigo" was more of a formality, cutting off his mind's connection to the name. Following my theory, I say around January to early March is about the time frame for it. Tomie fled at an unknown time before the end of the war, which was last week of March, but since Dabi had his video done for awhile, (everything else was hastily edited in later on the way to the battlefield) I wanna say it could've been earlier in the month? Regardless, within that time frame.

Another is wouldn't that be some information that the Commission would have locked up tight so that no one could access it? Is Skeptic (or Dabi) really that tech savvy or is someone in the Commission is actually worse than what we are lead to believe? 3) See above. Don't think Dabi knows about the HPSC truthfully, he never mentions them. Either because he doesn't want Hawks being seen as sympathetic, or he just doesn't know or care, cause yeah his story would be another way to shatter hero society, but...it doesn't suit the narrative Dabi was going for. Which is a whole other essay.

Another question is did Dabi do research on the other Pro Heroes or did he not care to? 4) Didn't care to. He doesn't actually care about the other Pros. Only Endeavor. He says as much, that "I'm not saying that everybody has to be pure and selfless, just you." He targeted Hawks to get at Endeavor, he realizes Endy cares about him. Says, "This is my present to you Endeavor" when he mentions doing research on Hawks. In the same way he calls bringing Shouto's corpse as "a present" for dear old dad. And I suspect he wants to the public to think that "if Hawks, a hero, killed someone because of his upbringing by a villain for a father, then Dabi, the son of a hero, having killed all these people, must have also been influenced by his hero of a father...but hero? If Dabi turned out this way, how bad is Endeavor?" He's actually implies that really hard too. Pretty much states it out right. I could point out every piece of dialogue but this is getting long lol.

If he did, did nothing strike him as worth enough to disclose to the public? How about Miruko? Knowing her backstory, he didn't think to disclose that? 5) See above. Fatgum actually fought in underground rings too, but Dabi has no grudges against them, nor does he actually care for "please think for critically!" he likes to act like a concerned whistleblower, but Endeavor is his only goal. This whole disaster that ruins the ProHero profession ruins the "hero" Endeavor by default and places the blame on him. It's that association again. He was all, "Even Endeavor's friends, like Hawks are bad!" So I'm assuming this could also partially be his reasons for trying to criticize all heroes in his video, ruin his old man's job fully, no leeway. If they hate the idea of heroes so much, no chances left for Endy, just their hatred for this failure, and when that didn't happen, he's seen thinking to himself, "so I didn't go far enough heh."

Anon, you didn't have to take the time out to answer these questions! You really didn't!

But I really appreciate it anyways and those answers are really thought out and put together!

[moononastring]

I love Gigi’s Tea Time and I’m actually in need of some friends to talk to so I hope you’re cool with me just word vomiting at you for a minute.

Me and my friend Matt have known eachother since we were 14 and we’re 27 now so it’s been a long time. We went to school together, worked together for like 8 years, he lived with me at one point for a few weeks because he was in a rough spot and now we’re work out buddies.

We HAVE NEVER been more than friends EVER. We started losing weight together in January and both have lost over 70 pounds and we’re looking good feeling good all that jazz.

He asked me to go to a wedding with him a few months ago and it was today and we went. I was assuming as friends because in all this time we’ve never so much as like thought about kissing or anything. Yeah we hug but I hug all my friends.

I know most of his family and we were all talking and his mom comes up and is like I’m so glad you guys finally got together. When I say I almost spit my drink out I literally started choking. I explained we were just friends still and apparently he was telling his family we were together. I confronted him about it and he didn’t even deny it and told me to my face that he had always thought I was the “perfect girl for him” but he just never found me attractive until now. This wedding was over an hour away from home so I just sort of let it simmer and tried to just brush it off. But now that I’m home I’ve been like sobbing for an hour because not only was that just heart breaking to me but also I feel like I just don’t even want to be friends with someone I really cared about and it sucks so bad. I just want to know if I’m over reacting because it just felt so mean to me and like our whole relationship has been… idk: like I was so good personality wise and now that he finds me attractive he thinks he’s entitled to me? Idk I’ve just never been more upset at something someone has said to me and he didn’t even think it was wrong. 😭 He tried to kiss me at the wedding and when he dropped me off at home and I just avoided it and now he’s texting me asking me what’s wrong and I don’t even know how to respond 😭 like do I explain hey you’re an asshole? Do I just let it go? Ugh.

Oh darling, I'm sorry the night didn't turn out the way you expected it!

First of all, congratulations on that weight loss journey! That's a huge deal and you casually said it like over 70 pounds isn't a massive achievement! I hope you're feeling your healthiest yet and feeling amazing in your body!

Second of all, you are not overreacting. I'm sorry that he said that to you. It was very unkind and rude. Your feelings are absolutely valid and I'm always going to tell anyone in a situation like this — that this is something you want to hash out.

You've been friends with this person for SO long and clearly, he's been a good guy for all the time you've known him. Because of that, I think it's a situation that deserves an explanation. For your sake first, I would encourage you to have a conversation only to clear things up and figure out boundaries for this friendship. He needs to understand why what we said/did was wrong and how it hurt you. He made a decision about the two of you without including you in it, which was very bold and disrespectful. He never asked you out? You two have never discussed anything about being more than friends? Why does he think that it automatically means you're together? He's making moves on you without once discussing it or asking you if this is what you want. He needs to take several steps back because it seems like he crossed the line with you.

I obviously don't know either of you personally and you'll know him and the nature of your relationship better than I ever would but I think in order to see how you feel and where you stand in this friendship moving forward, a conversation is necessary. Some guys really are that dumb and if he's been a part of your life for this long, it needs to be explained. I don't recommend over text. If you're up for replying, tell him y'all need to talk about what happened today because you ended the night feeling unhappy and unsettled. From there, see when you feel comfortable talking about it with him. Don't wait too long to talk it out because it'll fester.

But more importantly, don't you dare let his lack of tact/brain make you feel any less amazing about yourself. You are amazing on the inside, and you are amazing on the outside. Just because HE happened to realize NOW that you've been attractive all along, doesn't mean anything other than he's been blind lol.

Again, I'm sorry what he did/said made you feel this way. You're doing amazing and you seem like such a great friend to him. Let yourself process how you feel for the rest of the night and even tomorrow then address it. If it made you feel like this, it's not something that should be brushed under the rug.

Feel your feels my darling but then set him straight when you're feeling calm and ready to talk it out.

I heart you bby <3

[allthemusic]

Week ending: 14 January 1954

Our first chart week of 1954 - I don't know what happened to the week ending January 7th - and it's a three-song week! What a good start for the year. I'm intrigued what the British public were listening to, in the 1954 post-Christmas slump, so without further ado:

Rags to Riches - David Whitfield (peaked at No. 3)

This song starts, and I think I know it? It's a Tony Bennett original and there's an Elvis version, apparently, and I can only assume it's from that, but it doesn't seem to be one of Elvis' more popular songs, so it's a bit of a mystery why I know that, to be honest. I'm not an Elvis fan by any means. Either way, it was a pleasant surprise, as the song started.

Unfortunately, there aren't a whole lot of other points in David's favour here. It's not that the song is bad - quite the opposite, it's perfectly competent and enjoyable - but it's not very memorable, and David's delivering it in his usual slightly operatic, carefully enunciated style.

The sentiment is pretty sweet, I guess? If David's love would only pay him attention, he'd go "from rags to riches", metaphorically speaking, and "though my pocket may be empty / I'd be a millionaire". So far, so good. Okay, it's a bit cliché. But I enjoy a song that's about love trumping material concerns - call me a sap!

The line where David asks "Must I forever be a beggar / Whose golden drеams will not come true / Or will I go from rags to riches / My fatе is up to you" is a bit of a turn - he's putting a bit of pressure on his love, there, in a way that I don't generally care for. I don't know, it just feels a bit manipulative, and also very grandiose. Fortunately, the moment doesn't last long, so I can't get too worked up about it.

There's a nifty kind of almost-Latin Bolero-like rhythm on parts of this. It never quite manages it, but it's approaching something interesting, especially on lines like "tell me you're mine ever more", and in the little instrumental breaks. It's not much, but it keeps things fresh.

And then we get one of the Big Old Endings that David is so very good at. It's big, bombastic and jarringly loud, and this song, like most songs, doesn't need it. Sigh. "My fate is UUUUUUUUP TOOOOOOOOO you" indeed.

Blowing Wild (The Ballad of Black Gold) - Frankie Laine (2)

I had to check, at first, that I hadn't already covered this song. But no, that was the very similarly titled Where the Winds Blow. That was an interesting enough song, and this is cut from a similar mould, on the surface - a Western theme, with lots of plot-relevant drama, pounding drums and backing singers imitating wind.

The film this is from is also called Blowing Wild, and it sounds wild. Our main characters are Jeff and Dutch, two wildcatters (aka people who go around digging for oil in areas not known to have oil) who get entangled with two different women in a small Western town. There are bandits, oil wells blowing up, gambling and murder - Marina, in particular, the woman who's namechecked in the song, apparently kills a man by pushing him into machinery, and then is killed in an oil well explosion. Yikes.

Frankie, given this, sings with an entirely appropriate level of drama - which is to say, he hammily oversells the whole song. It's very, very dramatic, lurching from grand statement to grand statement, all over this big pounding drum beat and these dramatic horns.

It begins with an exhortation to the beloved Marina, but the singer is apparently torn between her and his need to find oil: "Marina mine / Set me free from black gold." The image of oil itself as a grasping, sinister presence that you need to be freed from is powerful.

Except it then seems like Marina's not exactly a much healthier alternative for Frankie? She's described as a sort of sinister presence throughout, and compared to a spider: "I was caught in her web / Just like the spider catches the fly". Yikes.

In fact, Frankie then declares that "I must leave her or die". Double yikes. Clearly not the most stable or healthy romance for Frankie.

And then, as suddenly as all that got set up, we end, with a bunch of backing singers pretending to be the wind. Which worked really well in Where the Winds Blow, but just sounds a bit silly in practice here. I don't know it it's because the "wind" goes up and down more? It sounds like the sort of noise you'd make if you were pretending unconvincingly to be a ghost. The overall effect is very much reminiscent of "Marley and Marley" from the Muppets Christmas carol, which I don't think helps this song.

Admittedly, the rest of the instrumentation is pretty effective at creating a tense, obviously Western atmosphere, full of menace. Which is all a Western theme needs to do, strictly speaking.

Overall, it's just a bit of a chaotic mess, though. You can't follow the story, it's not quite clear how or why Marina's meant to set Frankie free, and the instruments often overpower the singing, a bit. Plus those very silly ghosts at the end. Dramatic, but a bit too much - Where the Wind Blows is superior in just about every metric.

Cloud Lucky Seven - Guy Mitchell (2)

Hey, it's the ever-unreliable Guy Mitchell, whose songs I regularly enjoy and/or loathe! He must be the most-featured artist so far, or at least one of the most-featured artists, and I do feel like I'm getting quite a good feel for him, for better or for worse.

Thankfully, this is Guy in his chirpier, light-hearted mode, and he's even left the period-associated racism/misogyny at home, which is nice for once!

There's some super 1950s vocal harmony in the background of track, which I also really like, especially with all the "ooooh"s. It's tight and fun, and very vintage.

Lyrically, it's a very happy, simple song, the main idea simply being that when you're in love, "you're walkin' on cloud lucky seven". The backing singers particularly love this idea, and chip in regularly with a repeated cry of "lucky seven, lucky seven".

I particularly enjoy the development in the second verse, as Guy desribes the process of falling gradually in love, and how "When you meet someone new, / You're on clouds one and two" but how "As you see more and more / Of the one you adore / You're on clouds three and four / And bells are ringing". We then proceed through all the levels of falling in love, before - you guessed it - you end up back on Cloud Lucky Seven. It's cute, and I enjoy the acknowledgement that it's a thing that develops, and not love at first sight. I don't know, it feels a bit more nuanced and mature than some songs have been - for all that this song is a piece of sugary fluff.

I also appreciate the bells that come in - I'm a sucker for the trope where songs mention an instrument and then you hear that instrument playing, and church bells are rarely a bad addition to a song. They give it that sort of more epic vibe, and here, they're also brief enough to add some interest without outstaying their welcome. We get a similar thing happening later with a glockenspiel, too, but it's different enough not to feel repetitive. Nicely done.

This song is a guilty pleasure, because it's really very sappy, but it is quite a fundamenally likeable golden retriever of a song. Nobody's claiming it as a lost classic, but it's nice enough.

Well, that was about what I expected. I've got a decent sense of what to expect, with all three of these acts, and boy did they deliver here. Exactly the songs I expected to hear, kicking 1954 off well. Nothing stunning, but nothing completely dire.

Favourite song of the bunch: Cloud Lucky Seven.

[anovel70]

January 2023 review

My life can now be summarized into work, Crossfit, and prostitution. I'm only enjoying one of the three.

Work is getting worse by the day. So much to do with no trainings on how to do it all.

I'm trying to get my PE for work so I can get another job, possibly in addition to the jobs I already have. I'm only working for the money and I don't care about company goals or values unless there's a benefit for me, such as business travel or opportunities to make more money.

It's frustrating because I messed up the relationship I had with my 2017 employer. I got fired just because I had one bad day. I was frustrated at the fact that I was almost two years out of college and still making $15/hour rather than a $60,000 salary. I realize that just because I have two jobs paying $80,000 now, that nothing could ever change the fact that no one wanted to hire me in the first place. I'm always the last pick. I should've had my PE done in 2020, not 2023. It just makes me really sad that I could've switched over to becoming an actuary much earlier if I had better social skills and luck.

I'm trying to build my body at Crossfit so at least I can say I tried to be what girls want me to be. I'd like to at least have another girlfriend before I turn 30, if not a wife. When I was little, I had a dream that I would end up married and have a few kids, because that's what was ingrained in my head. I didn't know that I was actually supposed to be attractive myself. If they told me it was this difficult, I wouldn't have lived for so long.

In February, I'd like to get more involved in stocks and study more on Exam 9. I might be taking Exam 6, just to try as well, since I'll have access to study materials for free. I'd like to get these two exams done in May, and Exam 8 and MAS II done in October, which leaves me with only Exam 7 to attempt, assuming I pass them all. I'm not planning on doing studying much longer since I want more money, which means more time with prostitutes.

For travelling out of the country, I'm thinking Japan and Europe in the same trip, then maybe Canada. In 2024, I'll do India and Europe, then maybe Mexico. Then in 2025, I'll use the first few weeks to travel to Canada or Mexico, any country close to the US, before my passport expires. Then that'll be it forever.

Because of my lack of social skills, it feels like gaming and writing down my feelings are the only things that comfort me. However, I'm not even good at either. It does seem like my life needs to end ASAP, but I want to experience prostitutes all over the world first. It's probably a waste of money, but it's the only thing that would make me happy in this world. No one wants to be my friend, no one wants to be my girlfriend. I'm not getting married. I have no future and I don't find anything in the world that's worth living for. I'm sure its been this way since 2008.

[joziebee]

Re: USMNT Out of the World Cup

I haven't found a way to balance this and the UAC account being logged in at the same time in multiple places so I'm just going to post whatever I would've posted there here from now on, apologies for that. Also, this one is long, fair warning

How quietly did a four-year saga end yesterday. Surrounded by friends at someone else's apartment in a game not all that climactic nor competitive but not all that much of a humiliation either. Kind of feels like this was an inexperienced and not deep enough team that ran into a much better team right as the fatigue of four matches in a two week span set in.

One of the best and worst aspects of international soccer is how little time we get with the team. It's the closest thing to the old college football 11-game seasons we get in professional sports, with such limited exposure, we have to appreciate everything we get. I probably watched every USMNT match from Couva to yesterday and I have vivid memories of each of them and how they hit me in the stage in my life in which I found myself.

I keep thinking of watching the friendly against France in 2018 under Sarachan in which we drew the future World Cup champion on the TV in the liquor store I worked at in that interim period between college graduation and graduate school when I was so ungodly lonely and bitter about where I was. I'd like to say I learned something there, something about choosing to take a meaningless game as meaningful, and applied it to that ennui period, but I can't say I did, I don't think I ever applied that lesson until last year.

I keep thinking of being with the AOs in State Farm Stadium in Glendale for that domestic friendly camp in January 2019, first game of the Berhalter tenure, seeing so many MLS players that I figured would have so little stake in the future of the team. Interesting what became of them - Walker Zimmerman, Djordje Mihalovic, and Christian Ramirez each scored in that match, three guys with completely different career trajectories (Walker started at the World Cup, Djordje was on track to make it had he not been injured, Ramirez has performed well in Scotland but not well enough to break through the logjam of striker mediocrity). Zack Steffen, who I think most people figured would be on the 2022 roster at that point in 2019, started the match, and Sean Johnson, who I think most people assumed wouldn't be on the 2022 roster at that point in 2019, was subbed on. Dan Lovitz, Sebastian Lletget, and Jonathan Lewis all saw time before they became vilified at different points over the ensuing three seasons for different reasons. We left there feeling like the future was bright, but not necessarily because of what we saw in there.

July 2019 there was the Gold Cup final against Mexico, which ended 1-0 after a bad giveaway by Michael Bradley in one of the last appearances he'd have for the team. It was in that game that I became a fan of Wes McKennie, who didn't have the ballyhoo of a Christian Pulisic at the time, but showed so much leadership and tenacity for such a young player. One of the team's future leaders came into his own right as one of its veterans kind of left in disgrace, but by the end of the game it was clear that this team had a lot of growing they needed to do. I watched it alone in my apartment in San Diego, still exhausted from the USWNT match and celebration that morning, a total contrast from the struggle to find space in a soccer bar in North Park that had accompanied that match. I wouldn't struggle to find space to watch the USMNT until about Summer 2021.

There was that Nations League loss to Canada I half-watched on my iPhone at work. All I really remember was Christian getting subbed off in the second half and grimacing on the bench. That was huge for Canada. I think at that point I'd already sent off what would become the application that would put me in Canada in September 2021, so I watched them closely from that point as well. In a weird way, that Canada team was the one thing I used as a touchstone for any sort of Canadian identity I ever tried to hold. When they beat Suriname in mid-2021 to qualify for the Octagonal, I think that was the closest I ever came to really seeing myself as ever accepting Canada. It was a folly from the beginning, that brief period of graduate school I spent in Waterloo from September to December 2021, and I really learned to disdain a lot of Canadian (or maybe specifically Ontarian or Kitchener/Waterloo) culture, but I identified with that team finally coming into its own like that. I wish I'd been able to find new success and validation in Canada like they did.

They played Wales in that empty stadium in Austria in November 2020. I started my first shift at the grocery store/bar in Shawnee that day. The head bartender, David, was a huge soccer fan. He'd keep one of the TVs on TUDN for Liga MX matches and put on college soccer games whenever they were on. I wish I'd befriended him more, I liked the guy, and I see that same sort of connection to the sport within myself. I found myself genuinely happy by myself at a Creighton-Butler women's soccer match in Omaha a few weeks ago. There is something about this sport that I love regardless of who's playing, these brief moments of brilliance regardless of the level. There was some of that in that Wales friendly. It was the first USMNT match in several months, and the first time I ever saw Yunus Musah, who impressed me even from across the dining room as I struggled to learn the Point-of-Sale system. It was that game and the subsequent friendly later that week in which I realized how much I appreciated this team in that domain of 'normalcy', or whatever that was during that time. We played in a little empty stadium in Austria, you could see a waterslide jutting out of the building behind it. That era sucked, undoubtedly, but watching this young team develop made it feel like there was a future worth looking forward to.

I watched the May 2021 Nations League Final from my apartment in Olathe. The first competitive match in front of a crowd in years. I cried at the end. I didn't even see it coming, I was so intensely connected to that game and finally seeing this team win a meaningful competition like that, after all of 2020, after the failures of 2017-19, there was some catharsis that just flowed out of me.

In July, there were three Gold Cup matches played in Kansas City. I went to two of them, the first a drubbing of Martinique in which Sporting KC's own Gianluca Busio, in I believe his final match in Kansas City, got his first assist with the United States. Daryl Dike and Nico Gioacchini looked like future stars that night. Then, for the first time in my life as a fan, we struggled to find space to watch the ensuing final group stage match against Canada. The game was sold out on that Saturday, we had to stand on the concrete at the back of the Cauldron, and even though we sort of shambled through the match and were outplayed by the Canadians, it was a 1-0 USA win and I got so, so very intoxicated that day and felt like I was going to get motion sick in the back of Mike's car on the drive back home. That was such a fun day, one of the first in which I got to be surrounded by humanity for a common cause like that since the lockdowns and I really cherished it in the moment. I've been so good at not taking that for granted anymore.

That first qualifying window in August 2021, first on the road at El Salvador, then at home versus Canada, then on the road at Honduras, spanned a very strange week of my life. The 0-0 draw with El Salvador I watched on my laptop via Paramount Plus in a hotel room in Detroit, planning to cross the Canadian border the next day. The 1-1 draw with Canada I watched on my desktop from my dorm room in Waterloo. The days in-between were spent in a weird cyclical purgatory of driving around Detroit finding the proper type of COVID test to get the right results and upload them to an app in order to enter the country. I had the thought, on the third day and my second stop at the border entry point, that if they turned me back around for some reason that I'd drive down to Nashville for that game and ultimately go back home to KC the next day, accepting that the whole venture was fruitless and using those failures as bad omens. I was a little disappointed to have successfully crossed as I watched that match by myself from my little dorm room. The fact that it was a disappointing 1-1 draw was probably something of an emotional salve for me, I think if we'd won I would've developed some intense yearning from seeing the fans in Nashville celebrating and it might've been really bad for me with regards to my mental health.

The home qualifier versus Jamaica I watch on a United Airlines flight back from YYZ during reading week, the Costa Rica home qualifier I watched from my parents' living room in Overland Park. The home win over Mexico was one of the few happy memories I had in that stupid dorm room. The home win over El Salvador I watched on my laptop from the library of the college where I work about a week after I picked up working there again. The home win in Minnesota over Honduras was one of the first games I watched from my apartment after I moved in. There was the Panama win which cemented the qualification, a match I watched from my futon, which spawned a rambly post not unlike this one on my personal site.

And it all led up to the past two weeks. Four matches, only two of which could I watch live, only one of which was a win. Sort of an anticlimax, which I guess is what I knew was coming. It was something I would bide my time imagining during my worst moments, the ones in which I would just try to envision a life in which I was happier, a life I felt was worth being there for. It wasn't a big part, but it was on the list of reasons not to give up, and nearer the top than many others. I am glad I stuck around to see it. I am glad I was able to see this journey come to an end surrounded by friends, each of whom I'd reconnected with over different spans of time leading to that point.

I had not considered what the feeling of getting knocked out would be like. I only thought about that opening game and the joy of seeing us on that international stage once again. This is frustratingly measured. I am not beating my fists against the floor nor am I walking around as if nothing happened. I've been disappointed, and I'm not sure that I'm going to watch any more of this tournament now that we're out of it (not that I was watching that much of it beforehand). Regardless, another journey, much like the one that I suppose began in late 2017 and ended yesterday, begins today. I will mourn the last one's ending and appreciate just how much it meant to me, and I will ensure I live every moment of this next one with as much of the lungs flooding and blood coursing that it deserves. As we sing -- "where you go, I'll follow"

[leefics]

1 | truly

part of the truly, madly, deeply series!

excerpt | you catch feelings for your senior's roommate but unfortunately, he doesn’t seem to feel the same way.

pairing | jimin x architect!reader, highschoolsunbae!hoseok x highschoolhoobae!reader

genre | slight fluff, angst

warning/s | non-covid AU, drinking

lee's notes | another request <3 also, i tested out a new writing format i thought would suit this kind of story so i hope you guys like it!

word count | 5.2k words

go to | home / m. list / faq

Your feelings for Jimin were almost instant, as though they were always there from the moment you two had first seen each other.

JANUARY 5, 2019.

When you first met him, snow was falling outside.

Hoseok had invited you over to the dorms, insisting that he needed to treat you to celebrate the big job offer you had gotten. You bought cases of beer and and a box of chicken on the way, together with a rather late housewarming gift for the rest of the members.

"Come in!" Hoseok exclaimed, happily leading you in through the front door.

He walked you straight into his room and helped you out of your thick winter coat before excitedly cracking open 2 cans of beer. He assured you that all of the members were out on their day-off, and that you two wouldn't need to worry about anyone intruding.

He was proven wrong; however, about 2 hours into the little celebration you two were having. You had just grabbed a chicken drumstick from the box while Hoseok raved about a new dance trend when suddenly—the door opened.

And there he was.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, I didn't think you guys would still be here." Jimin said, his expression nothing short of apologetic.

Hoseok quickly shook his head, giving the younger a reassuring smile. "It's alright, Jimin-ie. We were just talking, anyways." He said before briefly glancing toward you. "Oh, have you met my former school hoobae? You guys are the same age."

Upon hearing his remark, Jimin glanced towards you, tilting his head to the side before giving you a smile. "Oh hey, I'm Jimin. Hoseok-hyung's bandmate and roommate."

You smile back and wave, “Hi, I’m (Y/N).”

Little did you know.

MARCH 23, 2019.

When you first talked to Jimin alone, you had just gotten a new haircut.

It was only a few weeks after you first met that you came back to the dorm to spend time with Hoseok. You walked in and politely greeted all of the members before making a beeline for Hoseok's room—expecting only him to be inside. But when you walked in, you were met with Jimin instead.

"Oh, hey." Jimin said as he gave you a small wave from his bed.

He was wearing a white tee shirt and a black pair of shorts, sitting atop his bed with his phone in his hands. He seemed to be resting before you came in, making you feel almost guilty for interrupting.

You waved back at him, flashing him a small smile. "Hey. Sorry—I didn't mean to barge in, I just assumed Hobi-oppa would be here."

This made Jimin chuckle and shake his head. "It's okay, he told me to expect you anyways. He just ran out for awhile to grab some stuff at the convenience store, but he should be back soon." He responded, shrugging at you.

"Oh—alright then."

When he saw that you remained by the door, he cleared his throat before nodding towards Hoseok's bed. "You can sit there while waiting, if you want. I'm sure he wouldn't mind." He added, motioning towards his hyung's bed.

You blinked and nodded, closing the door behind you before walking towards Hoseok's bed. You awkwardly sat down, glancing downwards as you felt the mattress slowly sink beneath you.

"Nice hair, by the way." Jimin suddenly said, surprising you.

"Oh."

The two of you had only met twice beforehand, with both times being rather brief. So, you didn't think he'd notice. But either way, you were slightly flustered upon hearing the remark.

You cleared your throat, the tips of your ears turning a light shade of red. "Thanks." You responded, giving him a small smile which he returned.

NOVEMBER 17, 2019.

When your feelings for Jimin first began to develop, you were all watching a movie.

By this time, it was almost normal for him to join you and Hoseok during your little hangouts at the dorm. The two of you were steadily getting to know each other better, and before you both knew it, a friendship was slowly forming between you two.

For this specific occasion, Hoseok suggested that you three watch a movie—which was ironic, considering he ended up needing to suddenly excuse himself mid-movie.

"I just need to take this call then I'll come back right away, okay?" He said, ruffling your hair.

You simply smiled and nodded, "No problem, oppa."

You watched as he walked out of the room, waving at you and Jimin before closing the door behind him. As you diverted your attention back to the screen, you suddenly flinched upon feeling your phone vibrate. You sighed and checked it, frowning when you read the message.

"Everything alright?" You suddenly hear Jimin ask.

You glanced towards him and nodded. “Yeah,” You responded, giving him a tight-lipped smile. “Just don’t really feel like dealing with work right now.”

Jimin frowned in concern upon hearing this, scooting a bit closer towards you. "Is something bothering you? You can talk about it, if it helps, I won’t judge." He said in a gentle tone.

You sigh at this, placing your phone face down on the bed before turning towards him. You purse your lips, trying to think of how to start. “It’s just one of my team members—he keeps rejecting my ideas just because I’m younger and have less experience.”

As you explained, you neglected to notice the way Jimin’s eyebrows furrowed as he listened, the concern evident in his expression.

“—and, it’s getting kind of tiring, honestly.” You continued with a sigh. “I mean, working in this company had been a dream of mine since I was in high school. But, if all the people I’m going to work with act the way he does, then I don’t think it’s a job meant for me.”

Jimin’s eyes widened at your last remark, quickly shaking his head. “Hey, don’t say that,” he said, lightly nudging you. “Hoseok-hyung always talks about how great of a talent you have, and you shouldn’t let that go to waste just because someone doesn’t want to treat you right.”

As you listened, warmth bloomed in your chest at the sincerity in his voice, his words being exactly what you needed to hear at that moment.

“—besides, you’re a great person, (Y/N).” He added, giving you a small smile. “I mean, I haven’t known you for too long but from what I’ve seen so far, you seem like such a hardworking and diligent person—someone they should be happy to have on their team.”

When he finished speaking, you let out a sigh and glanced toward him, giving him a sincere smile. “Sorry, was that too much?” He asked with a laugh, making you chuckle and shake your head.

“No, it was good actually. I really needed that.” You responded, the smile on your face still lingering. “Thank you, Jimin—really.”

He sighs in relief at this, letting out a chuckle as he nods. “Well, I’m glad I was able to help, (Y/N).” He replied, giving you a smile.

You smiled back, watching as he returned it before looking away to check his phone as it buzzed.

And for the rest of the night, even as Hoseok came back, you couldn’t let go of the warmth you felt in your chest when Jimin comforted you.

DECEMBER 31, 2020.

When you realized your feelings for Jimin were genuine, you two were dancing together.

Hoseok had invited you to the company's New Year's Eve party—saying that you shouldn't need to celebrate the holidays alone. But during the party itself, you remained on the side of the room, silently watching as everyone danced and celebrated in the middle of the room under the bright lights and loud music.

“You can join them, you know?” Jimin suddenly said with a laugh, walking up next to you.

You glance towards him before letting out a soft laugh, playing with the bottle of beer in your hand. You shook your head and took a sip before replying. “I’m not much of a dancer, really. I think I’ll stick to sketching designs.” You responded, crinkling your nose at him.

He chuckled at this and nodded in understanding before taking a chug of his drink as well. “Well, at least Hoseok-hyung seems to be having fun.” He joked, gesturing in front of him.

Hoseok stood far in front of you both, evidently the star of the floor as everyone danced around him. You let out a laugh at this, shaking your head in disbelief.

You glance towards Jimin, a small smile gracing your face as you tried to ignore the way warmth began to spread in your chest upon seeing him smile. "Y-You can dance pretty well though, what are you doing here?" You asked, inwardly cringing at the stutter in your voice.

Jimin simply shook his head before turning towards you. "Well, I would but, I think I'm fine staying here with you instead." He responded, shrugging.

You let out a breathy chuckle at this, taking a big swig of your beer. There was no denying the fact that your heart sped up at his choice at words, despite the nonchalance in his tone.

It was mostly moments like this that you wondered—what if he felt the same way? That, you two actually had a shot? But, at the same time, what if Jimin just acts the way he does because Hoseok knew you? That all the signals were just in your head?

The realizations made you let out a soft sigh as you cast your eyes downward, making Jimin glance towards you. He looks at you worriedly, putting a hand on the small of your back.

“Hey, are you okay?“

Your breath hitched as you feel his touch and you nervously glance towards him. "Y-Yeah, sorry. I was just thinking." You responded, praying he can't sense the slight stutter in your voice.

To your relief, Jimin simply smiled back and nodded, patting your back before pulling his hand away to take a sip of his beer. "Well, if you ever need to talk to someone, I'm here."

You smiled at him and nodded back, "Thanks, Jimin."

After a few seconds of silence, he playfully raised his bottle towards you, making you let out a laugh as you clinked your bottle with his. The two of you take big swigs of your beers, feeling the slight bitter taste on your tongues.

"Jimin-ah!" Someone suddenly exclaimed, his voice barely above the loud music playing in the room.

You and Jimin both glanced forward to see Hoseok waving at you two, a big smile on his face. He jogged towards you, putting an arm on your shoulder.

"What are you doing standing here? You should go join us!" He told Jimin, giving the man a playful nudge.

The younger laughed and shook his head, taking another sip of his beer. "I don't know, hyung. I'm having a bit more fun just watching." He teased, making Hoseok roll his eyes and laugh.

"Come on, when is it ever a party if The Park Jimin doesn't grace us with his presence on the dance floor?" He said, causing Jimin to smile sheepishly.

He glanced towards you before looking back towards his hyung, a teasing smile on his face. "Fine, I'll go if (Y/N) goes."

Hoseok looks slightly started upon hearing this, glancing between you two before letting out a chuckle. "Well, what do you say, (Y/N)-ie?" He asked, patting your shoulder.

"Oppa—I don't dance." You responded with a laugh.

Hoseok huffed and shook his head, not taking no for an answer. "Come on, just this once." He said in a pleading tone.

You glanced towards him and then moved your gaze to Jimin, seeing the expectant look on his face as he gives you a smile. After a few moments, you sighed in defeat before nodding.

"Fine." You mumbled, biting back a smile as you hear the two roommates let out cheers.

Hoseok puts an arm around Jimin before pushing you both to the dance floor, letting out a laugh. "Well, go on!" He teased, watching the two of you with a smile.

You stood awkwardly as everyone around you began to dance, Jimin staring at you in amusement. He gently grasped both of your hands in his before swinging you from side to side, smiling as he hears you let out a giggle.

"Just let loose!" He exclaimed over the music, nodding at you encouragingly.

You laughed and continued to hold his hands, letting him lead you through the song with big smiles on both your faces. As you two danced, Hoseok watched, a happy glint in his eyes as he sees his two younger friends bond.

Meanwhile, you unconsciously bit your lip in nervousness as you both moved, the quick beating of your heart getting increasingly difficult to ignore. But Jimin, seemingly unfazed, simply grinned at you, continuing to dance with your hands in his.

And as he continued gazing in your direction gleefully, you can't help but smile back at him, the warmth swimming in your chest.

That night, you realized you that definitely felt something for him—and you weren't quite sure what to do about it.

MARCH 4, 2020.

When Hoseok figured out your feelings for his friend, you were both sitting in his studio.

He was editing a demo for an original song he had written, while you had been sketching some new designs for the company. After a bit of silence, you heard Hoseok pause the music, causing you to glance towards him.

"I have a question." He said, turning his chair toward you.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, clueless as to what he was going to ask. "What is it?" You asked, putting your pencil down.

Hoseok awkwardly cleared his throat, leaning back into his chair. "I want you to answer me honestly, okay?"

You hesitantly nodded, looking at him expectantly. When he sees your response, he props his hand under his chin and stares straight toward you.

"Is there something going on between you and Jimin?"

Upon hearing his question, you suddenly choked on air, your eyes wide. "Uhm–no? What made you think that?" You asked once you recovered, disbelief in your tone.

Hoseok shrugged, slightly amused at your expression. "I don't know, you guys seemed pretty close during the New Year's Eve party." He said. "—and I don't know if you've noticed but you two have been pretty touchy with each other as of lately."

Your cheeks turned pink at this at his words, quickly recalling the last movie night you had with the members.

Jimin had insisted on sitting next to you, saying it was simply because you two both enjoyed the same popcorn flavor. But throughout the movie, you couldn't ignore the occasional glances he would give you, together with the several moments his hands would brush against yours.

"I don't know what you're talking about," You simply mumbled, avoiding eye contact. "Besides—why would Jimin ever date someone like me?"

The words slipped out of your mouth before you could help it, making you inwardly cringe. But Hoseok is quick to refute your claim, nudging your knee with his.

"Yah, don't put yourself down like that," He said, frowning. "Jimin should count himself lucky to know someone like you."

He observed your reaction, quickly catching the slight sadness in your eyes, making his frown deepen. The gears slowly shift in his head and his eyes suddenly widen.

"(Y/N), do you like him?"

You sighed at his question and looked at him, about to deny it until you realize your expression practically gives it away. Hoseok reads your face and gapes at you, surprise in his eyes. "Oh my god, you do like him."

He watched as you wince at his conclusion before glancing towards the ground. "Is it that obvious?" You asked, playing with the hem of your hoodie.

Hoseok's eyes soften at your tone, rolling his chair closer to you. "Not really? But, I don't know—would it really be that bad?"

You sighed and shrugged, finally having enough courage to look at him in the eyes. "I guess I'm just kind of tense," You say. "I mean, we only began to get really close recently and I don't want to scare him away by telling him."

Hoseok nodded understandingly, leaning back into his chair. "But, you'll never know how he feels until you tell him." He says, as though he knew something you didn’t.

You huffed at this and nodded, "I know, I guess I'm just not ready yet." You responded.

Hoseok sighs at this, choosing to simply respect your decision. "Well, whether or not you decide to do it, I'm here if you need me, okay?"

You smile at Hoseok's remark and nod, thankful to have a friend like him.

DECEMBER 9, 2020.

When you finally confessed to Jimin, the two of you were walking by the Han River, watching as the sun slowly began to set.

A significant time had passed since your conversation with Hoseok, and you couldn’t help but think of what he said every time you would see Jimin.

This time though, it was a little different.

He had texted you a few hours before, asking if you were free to spend some time with him alone. He seemed pretty upset when he messaged you, so you couldn't help but stop what you were doing to accompany him.

"This feels nice," Jimin said, stopping in his steps as he faces the water.

You smiled and nodded your head, halting in your steps to stand beside him. The pair of you took a seat on a nearby bench and stared into the water, a comfortable silence filling the atmosphere.

"Are you feeling better? You seemed pretty down earlier."

Jimin hummed at this and slowly nodded, glancing towards you with a small smile. "Yeah, I am. Thank you for agreeing to come with me."

You smiled back, happy to know he seemed okay. "No problem, Jimin. I’m just relieved to know you’re better.” You responded, leaning back against the bench with a sigh.

As silence once again takes over, Jimin lets out a sigh as he leans his head back as well. "To be honest with you, the members were just a bit too much today. So, I just needed to kind of get away from everything.” He explained, staring towards the sky.

You nodded, glancing towards him. "Do you want to talk about it?"

He sighed, unconsciously playing with his fingers. "It’s not even that big of a deal honestly, I don’t know why I got so worked up.” He said, biting his lip.

You look at him, giving him an encouraging nod to continue.

“Joon-hyung brought up how the management is thinking of making us go on tour again.”

Upon hearing his words, your expression falters. Jimin notices this and lets out a sigh, shaking his head.

"I mean, don't get me wrong—I love seeing our overseas fans. But, we're on the go all the time." He said in an exasperated tone. "I haven't even gotten around to meeting most of my old friends from high school—let alone be able to message them."

You frown at this, placing a comforting hand on top of his. Jimin smiles at you gratefully before glancing back forward, watching the water as he continues.

"I've also just been having so much fun spending time with people outside the industry—people like you." He admitted. "And if I do leave the country again, I'll lose contact with everyone and it'll be like I didn't make any new friends in the first place."

He finished with a huff, his hand still in yours. Meanwhile, you looked at him, slight warmth in your chest as what he said began to sink in.

"That must be really hard," You mumbled, slightly turning toward him. "I never realized that would be a problem you guys experience, but it's completely valid."

Jimin nodded at this, giving you a small smile before you continue.

"But look, as hard as it may be, friendships are meant to be strong—no matter the circumstances." You said. "So, even if you're abroad, if your relationships really are solid, then you shouldn't have a problem staying in contact with them."

You let out a chuckle when you finished talking, playfully giving Jimin a nudge. "I can even text you every day if it helps." You teased, smiling when you see Jimin let out a laugh.

"Really?" He asked, a big grin on his face.

He playfully nudged you back, making you let out a laugh as you nodded. "Of course."

You both smiled at one another, Jimin's fingers slowly interlocking with yours as the color of the sunset reflects on your faces. You feel thankful for the pink color of the sky, as it perfectly hides the just as pink tint on your cheeks.

As you felt the warmth spread through your body, you awkwardly cleared your throat and smiled at Jimin, pulling your hand away. His smile slightly falters for a second when you do, but he immediately covers it up as he purses his lips.

"Everything okay?"

You smiled and nodded, reaching behind you to unravel your scarf. "Yeah, it's just getting a bit warm." You said, huffing when you realized it seems to be stuck on your necklace.

Jimin quickly noticed your issue and moved closer to you, reaching behind your neck. "Here, let me help." He said, unclasping the necklace.

You both smiled in triumph when you successfully separate the scarf from your neck, your necklace still in Jimin's hands. But as he moved to give it to you, he suddenly hesitated, looking as though he was thinking of saying something.

As Jimin remained deep in thought, you tightly clasp the scarf in your hand, a whirlwind of thoughts also occupying the space in your mind.

Everything was perfect—you two were alone, it was peaceful, the weather was good. Was it a sign?

You bit your lip anxiously, weighing all of the pros and cons in your head before you once again recall what Hoseok once told you.

"—you'll never know how he feels until you tell him."

Jimin snapped out of his thoughts before you did, wiping his clammy palms against his coat before turning back toward you. As he moved to give you the necklace, he noticed the distracted expression on your face.

"(Y/N), you good?" He asked, playfully waving his palm in front of your face.

You snap out of your trance and look towards him, gazing straight into his eyes. Jimin blinks moving one of his hands towards his right cheek,

"Is there something on my face?" He asks, wondering why you were staring at him so distractedly.

Then a second passes, and two.

Before suddenly—

"I like you."

The words slipped out of your mouth before you could even process it. Your eyes travelled to Jimin, immediately spotting the shock in his expression.

"I-I'm sorry." You quickly said, standing up abruptly. "You don't need to say anything. I'm sorry—it just came out of nowhere." You mumbled, biting your lip.

Jimin continued to stare at you in surprise, standing up after you do. "(Y/N)," He mumbled, his voice unreadable.

You couldn't tell what he was feeling, but the small frown on his face was enough for you to know how he felt.

"I should go." You quickly said, biting your lip.

You grab your purse from the bench, silently cursing as you already feel the tears prickle your eyes.

How embarassing.

You sharply inhale and turn towards Jimin, forcing out a small smile. "Thank you for tonight, I uh—I had a great time." You said, stepping backwards.

"—and I'm sorry if I ruined it."

You quickly walked away from him after you were done saying goodbye, unable to stay any longer.

As you left, Jimin blinked in shock, watching your back as it grew further and further away from him, your necklace still dangling from the palm of his hand.

DECEMBER 28, 2020.

When you next saw Jimin, it was the same day you bought yourself a new car.

By this point, it had been almost 3 weeks since your accidental confession to Jimin. "Please just give me time. I promise I'll give you an answer." Was what he texted you the exact morning after your confession.

You couldn't help but go through all the lengths to avoid him after receiving the text, unable to scrape the memory of his shocked, sad face from your mind.

Yet here you were, in front of the Bangtan dorm, a day after Hoseok had invited you to come over. You told him about what happened a few days after it did, and he immediately expressed his sympathy toward you.

But when he found out you were getting your new car from the dealership right by his dorm, he managed to convince you to come over—saying the other members missed you and that Jimin wouldn't be there anyway.

Just drive-by and pick me up. You can't avoid my dorm forever. You recall him saying, a sigh leaving your lips.

You hesitantly rang the doorbell to the house, backing away slightly when it opens. But when you see who's inside, your eyes softened, a small smile gracing your lips.

"(Y/N), I missed you!" Namjoon instantly exclaims, tackling you into a hug.

You laugh at this and hug him back tightly before pulling away, the smile on your face widening. "I missed you too, oppa. How have you been?"

Namjoon smiles and leads you inside the house, closing the door behind you. "I've been good. Just the usual." He responds, causing you to let out a soft chuckle.

At least the others seemed to not have changed.

"Oh! Hobi's in his room, by the way." He said, assuming you were here to visit him.

You smiled at Namjoon gratefully and nodded, thanking him before walking out of the living room towards the stairs.

As you walked up the familiar set of stairs and arrived in front of the familiar door to Hoseok's room, the heaviness in your chest became increasingly difficult to ignore.

But you took a deep breath, telling yourself there was nothing to be nervous about. You bit your lip and twisted the doorknob open, heart immediately dropping at the sight in front of you.

Hoseok is nowhere to be found.

And on the other side of the room was Jimin, on his bed with an unfamiliar girl seated on top of him. They seemed to have pulled away from each other just as you opened the door, their ruffled hair and unbuttoned tops both being tell-tale signs.

When Jimin's eyes land on you, he quickly pushes the girl off of him and onto the bed, standing up. "(Y/N), it's not what it looks like—" He said before you quickly cut him off as you leave and shut the door.

Your chest is suddenly unbearably heavy, the pain from seeing Jimin with another girl suddenly being too much to handle.

Of course.

He didn't actually need time—he just needed an excuse to reject you.

The thought had tears spilling out of your eyes, the palms of your hands beginning to tremble as a sob almost leaves your mouth. You quickly walked down the stairs and towards the hallway, thankful to see that it seems to be empty.

But as you walked up to the door, you hear a voice that immediately makes you stop in your steps.

"(Y/N)," Jimin said, his voice almost sad.

You hesitated before turning around to meet his eyes, not bothering to hide the tears that glide down your cheeks. Jimin sees your face and sighs, standing still.

He breathed in, eyes landing on you one last time before they moved to the ground.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled, his voice trailing away.

You swallowed at this and looked away, biting your lip. You take a deep breath, gathering your emotions before you looked at him one last time, a sad smile on your face.

"I'm sorry too." You croaked out before turning around and leaving through the front door.

And for a brief moment, as you left, you hoped that he'd run after you and tell you to stop.

But he never did.

So, when you walked back into your car and finally felt the tears continuously fall down, you couldn't help but let out a sob as you felt your heart crack into two.

You sobbed, and sobbed, the tears from your eyes spilling onto the material of the brand new car seat below you.

And then, you felt your phone buzz beside you.

Your heart stopped as you hesitantly checked it, hope slowly rising from the bottom of your stomach.

But it quickly dissolved as you read the message, another feeling forming in your stomach instead.

Mr. Dae: Hi (Y/N), I hope you're doing well. This is kind of sudden but, would you be willing to come to my office within the hour? I'd like to discuss an offer with you. Specifically, one that involves a three-month job in Italy.

You almost let out a chuckle when you finish reading the message, dropping the phone onto your lap as you closed your eyes and leaned your head back in disbelief.

Timing. You think. Such a funny thing it is.

FEBRUARY 4, 2021.

When you last saw Hoseok, you were boarding for your flight at the airport.

“Do you really have to go?” He said with a frown, watching as you brought your luggages out of his car. “You know, Bang’s been wanting to renovate the BigHit building for awhile now. Maybe I can get him to contact you about it instead.”

You laughed at this and shook your head, “I’ll only be gone for a few months, oppa. It’ll pass before you even realize.” You replied, giving him a small smile.

Hoseok huffed in defeat, helping you close the trunk before walking you to the airport entrance. “I’m just sad, you know? You literally just moved to Seoul less than two years ago and now you're moving away again?"

You frowned at this, turning towards him. "I know, oppa. But I just can't pass on this opportunity, you know?"

When you finally met with your boss, he told you all about the offer—his words still as clear as day. "A client in Italy saw your blueprint and was impressed. He reached out to our Europe office and wants to work with you." He explained, watching as you stared at him in pure shock.

You recalled the memory, watching as Hoseok simply nodded and let out a sigh.

"I'm going to miss you, (Y/N)-ie." He said, a pout forming on his face.

Your heart warms at this, a pout also forming on your face as you tackle Hoseok in a hug. As much as you'd hate to admit it, you were definitely going to miss him too.

"I'll call you every day." You mumbled, tightening your grip around him. "I'm gonna miss you too."

Hoseok smiled and hugged you back, sniffling. "I'm holding you to that." He joked, causing you to chuckle.

As you two pulled away, your eyes quickly widened as you see a tear leaving his eyes, another chuckle leaving your lips. "Yah! I'm not moving!" You joked with a laugh. "It's not like we won't see each other again."

Hoseok pouted and stared at you, playfully punching you in the chest. You stared at him in disbelief, unable to help it as a tear comes out from your eyes as well. "Oh come on, now you're making me cry!" You exclaimed, wiping your eyes.

He laughed and wiped his eyes as well, "Look, just promise me you'll stay safe, okay?" He said, giving you one last smile.

You smiled back, holding back any other tears threatening to fall as you nod. "You too, oppa." You replied, patting him on the back.

He led you to the entrance, pausing when he sees it’s time to leave you.

“So this is it, huh?” You mumbled with a chuckle as you glanced toward him.

Hoseok simply sighed with a smile and gave you one last hug before pulling away.

“Go kick some European architect ass.” He said, making you let out a laugh.

You smiled one last time before walking past the guards by the entrance, turning around to face him. “I’ll call you as soon as I land!” You exclaimed, waving at him.

He smiled and waved back, motioning for you to walk. “Yes, now go! Before you miss your flight!” He responded.

You grin and nod, waving at him one last time before beginning to walk around the terminal, finding your designated airline crew.

And about an hour later, as you sat in your airplane seat watching as your plane slowly left the ground, unconsciously overlooking Jimin as he stood in front of your door, two cups of your favorite coffee in his hands as he hoped he wasn’t too late.

[libraryofloveletters]

Love Delivered To Your Doorstep

Evan Buckley x Reader

Warnings: fem!reader, mentions of cheating, break ups and killing/serial killers. (<in a joking context) 

Category: fluff for the most part. 

Word Count: 3.9k

Author’s Note: Doesn’t follow canon, it has a little of buck begins in there but it doesn't follow a strict timeline. It also is written like Buck moves to LA and has his apartment from the moment he moves there while trying to figure out what he wants to do. 

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Texting and calling was never your choice method of communication. 

Letters had always been more of your thing. 

Truthfully, they hadn't been your thing until your boyfriend moved halfway across the country for university. The two of you met in high school, freshman year and became inseparable since. Growing together and promising to always love each other no matter what -you always knew that couldn't be true but it never stopped you from telling him. 

When he told you that he was going to be applying to UCLA during your senior year of high school, it came as a bit of a shock to you. The plan was always going to college together, get engaged when you were done school and then married with a house by 30. 

You held out the hope of that being possible until the day he showed you his acceptance letter. 

You were incredibly proud of him but it was real now, he was leaving. 

You watched him pack up his entire life and uproot himself from New York and moved across the country. You sent the first letter to him at what was supposed to be his apartment. 

September 30th.

‘Hi baby! 

Just writing to see how you're settling in. How’s UCLA ? Have you gotten a chance to go around and get to see the place ? I know you’re there for school but you've got to live a little too. Hope your neighbours are sweet, your mom told me it’s a pretty nice place and it’s got a good view, sounds like your type of place. Hopefully I can come visit you soon. 

I started my classes last week. My chem professor is a pain in my ass already, he expects us to read an entire textbook in a week - well not exactly an entire textbook but you get the point. My biology professor is a sweetheart, she showed us pictures of her kids and talked about them for an hour, I didn't realize being a mother was so interesting but she was cool. Also showed us a video of an appendectomy that one of her colleagues performed last week. How are your classes and professors ? 

Did I mention I bumped into Sam at the grocery store ? Yeah, he’s back and he’s not fine to tell you the truth. He seemed like he was ready to snap but that might just be my judgment. He said to tell you hello if I spoke to you so- hello :) 

I’m going to sign off here, I know this one is short but I don’t have much to update you on. Life’s been pretty dull without you. Hope you’re having fun out there, soaking up the sun for me.

Write me back soon, I love you. 

Yours always, y/n’

You mailed the letter the next day, a few weeks had passed before you received a letter back. Except this letter had a different sender name but the same address.

October 22nd. 

‘Hi y/n,

This isn't your boyfriend. (I'm assuming that’s who you're writing too based on the context of the letter) I’m Evan, I live in the apartment you thought belonged to your boyfriend or maybe you got the address wrong, I’m not sure.  I know you were waiting for an update on all these exciting things that are happening at UCLA. I do not go to UCLA nor can I update you in anything exciting that’s happening there, sorry.

Anyways, the reason I'm writing you back is because I figured you’d want to know that this isn't the correct address and the person you were looking for isn't here before you send another letter and get no response. I was debating if I should have even written you back, but here I am, writing you back. 

Your professor for chem seems like an ass to be honest (hope that’s not rude) and your biology professor sounds great, is she hot by the way ? because bonus points for that. Anyways, are you studying medicine ? I'm guessing yes because of the classes you're taking. I'm thinking of signing up to become a first responder but I haven’t decided yet on what yet or if I'm actually going to do it. Anyways, good luck on your classes and the shitty chem professor. 

Hope you find your boyfriend (again, assuming) 

Peace out, 

Evan.’

To say you were shocked would be an understatement. How could the letter you sent to your boyfriend’s apartment belong to someone else ? Why was there someone else living in his apartment ? You dug through your apartment, searching for the paper he left you with the address, you finally found it buried in a drawer.

The address on the paper was identical to the one that Evan sent to you and to the one you sent prior to that. Either your boyfriend was lying or you were losing your mind. 

November 4th. 

‘Dear Evan, 

I'm sorry that I sent the first letter to you and as you guessed, I was looking for my boyfriend who seems to be a bit MIA right now. His mother says that’s the right address and the place that she helped him move into. So I'm not really sure what’s happening there. Anyways, sorry for unloading all of that on you. 

To answer your question, yes, I am studying medicine and no, she isn't hot. My bio professor is a 65 year old woman who loves her college aged kids very much. If that’s your definition of hot, then yes - she's got milf status

Have you decided yet if you’re going to sign up to be a first responder ? That’d be pretty cool. Imagine all the girls swoon over you and how many girls you’d pick up just for being a paramedic or a firefighter. 

Wait, are you into girls ? Or guys ? You know, whoever you're into, just imagine how many of them you’d pick up. 

Also, you’re not a murderer or anything right ? because I rather not answer questions when the police come asking about why I've been sending letters to a serial killer. 

Anyways, signing off for now. 

Yours always, y/n. 

ps. if you do end up bumping into or meeting a guy that looks like my boyfriend, (tall, brown hair, brown eyes. he’s got a pierced ear and a little butterfly tattoo by his collarbone- though not sure why or how you'd see his collarbone) let me know or tell him that his girlfriend is looking for him.

Double ps, what size shirt do you wear ?’

Buck laughed at your absurd question. A person he didn’t even know was asking what size shirt he wore. The letter was set on the coffee table with the rest of the mail, getting buried under all of the stuff he had on there. It was almost the end of December when he realized that he hadn't written you back yet. 

December 21st. 

‘Hey y/n, 

Sorry I've taken so long to get back to you. Things have been hectic over here. I’ve been doing some ‘soul-searching’ - I guess you could call it that and honestly, I don’t think if this whole first responders thing is for me. 

I tried out bartending or well, the technical term is mixologist and I’m liking it so far, I think i’m going to stick with it for now. 

How have you been ? How’s school ? Surely, you’re on break for the holidays right about now or at least when you get this letter. I hope that you're spending the break doing something fun. 

I’m not going to make this very long, I’m sure you’ve been busy with whatever you’re doing right now. 

Also, I’ve been meaning to ask. Have you located the mysteriously disappearing boyfriend yet ? I haven't seen anyone that fit your description. 

well, that’s not true- I did and just to be sure I asked to see his collarbone, he looked at me like I was a mad man so I guess it wasn't him ? 

Anyways, I hope you have a good holiday and you're probably gonna get this sometime between holidays, so merry belated (?) Christmas and happy New Years y/n. 

Peace out, 

Evan. 

ps. medium or large, depending on what it is. Hopefully that answers your question weirdo.’

January 13th. 

The morning of the 13th, he went down to check his mail. A box was there with his name on it, the return address was one he had only seen on an envelope. The box returned upstairs with him, setting it on the counter before opening it. 

Upon opening it, there was a letter and some colourful tissue paper with what seemed like a sweater under it. He opened the letter first.

‘Dear Evan, 

Happy New Years! How was your holiday going ? Did you do anything fun ? 

I’ve been good and school is good too, I'm almost done my first year, isn't that crazy ? Just a few more months to go. 

How’s your job as mr. mixologist going ? I'm sure you’ve met some wild people and heard some interesting stories. 

As for the boyfriend situation, that's over. I’m not surprised to tell you the truth but it still kinda sucks. Anyways, so what happened was that his older brother had come home from college last year and brought a friend with him. She went to the same school as his brother but transferred to UCLA- anyways long story short, they hooked up while he and I were still together and he moved in with her after his mom helped him move into the apartment I thought he had. 

But! I’m single and chilling now so it’s all good. (bonus, she cheated on him and left him so yeah) 

I got you a little something for Christmas and as a “sorry for unloading all my boyfriend drama on you” present. I was in the gift shop and it made me think of you. Do you celebrate Christmas? I forgot to check oops. If you don't, count it as a just a “sorry for unloading all my boyfriend drama on you” present? 

I got a large because I wasn't sure if it would fit. I hope you like it. That’s all for now.

Yours always, y/n.’

He unwrapped the tissue paper to see a blue sweater with the letters NYU on it. He smiled, he assumed that’s where you went. It was sweet that you took the time to get him something, even if it was a by the way thing. Not a lot of people would send something to a person they had been talking to via letters and halfway across the country. 

February 12th. 

2 days before Valentine's Day, your least favourite holiday of the year. You weren't looking forward to watching all your friends going on with their boyfriends and girlfriends. The mail had arrived while you were out, you picked it up and headed in. There were two envelopes with your name on it,  a plain white one and a red one. The red envelope was more squared than rectangular, you assumed it was a card- both had the same sender name. 

‘Hey y/n!

Thank you for the sweater, it was nice of you to think of me and get me something. I didn’t know we were doing gifts or I would have sent you something as well and yes, I do celebrate Christmas. 

My job as ‘mr. mixologist’ was going well until I quit. It just didn’t feel like the right fit for me you know ? I'm going to see what else is out there for me. 

Sorry to hear about your boyfriend, he seems like a douche. Who would cheat on you ? You seem great I mean at least you are on paper (did you get my joke, it’s hard to tell) 

Also, remember how I was thinking I might actually give that first responder thing a try? Imagine me as a firefighter, that’s pretty cool right ? 

So I kinda did a thing and signed up and then I got in. I started two weeks ago and it was kicking my ass at first but I've gotten a hang of it and things are going pretty well. There's three other Evans in my class so everyone calls me Buck-I kind of like it. 

The other envelope, hopefully you opened this one first, is a little something for you for valentines. Hope you like it. 

Peace out, 

Buck’ 

The red envelope was on your lap, you pulled the edges carefully not wanting to rip it. Inside was a plain white card with bright red letters that made you laugh. The cover read ‘I’m not sick of you yet!” Opening the card, a $20 fell onto your lap. There was a little message inside that went along with the cash. 

‘Since we aren't together and can’t spend valentines together, there’s some cash to get yourself a box of chocolates and a teddy bear. Happy Valentines Day y/n

Love, Buck.’ 

You smile, this was the first time that Buck had signed with ‘love, buck’ it had always been ‘peace out, buck.’ You tucked the card into the drawer, one you didn’t use very often so you knew it’d be safe there. 

*4 years later*

A few weeks had passed since Buck had last heard from y/n. His last letter to her was at the end of June, telling her all about the day he had spent at Hen and Karen’s. He always described every little detail so vividly that it made her feel like she was there with him- but it was now July, end of actually and moving into August. 

4 years had blown like nothing.

It felt like just yesterday he got the first letter in the mail. 4 years and they still had no idea what each other looked like but they knew every intricate and intimate detail about each other, their lives and the people in it. 

Y/n and Buck had grown rather close over the last few months- more than they already were. Y/n just went through a pretty shitty break up and Buck wasn't exactly big on relationships as of right now. 

He had just gotten home from work, his keys set on the counter when he realized that he forgot to check his mail. Stepping back out, there was a woman in the hallway and boxes scattered across her, leading into the apartment down the hall. 

She must be his new neighbour.

He wanted to go over and introduce himself but she was busy telling the movers where to set her couch so he decided that he would check the mail and then introduce himself when he returned so he did just that. 

Except, she was still busy. 

She leaned against the wall, watching the movers move what looked like a coffee table. She glanced up to see Buck walking by, she smiled and he returned the smile. 

Buck reaches his apartment, the mail in hand and steps in. He sorts through the pile, bills, ads, coupons and no letter from y/n. 

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Your new apartment was a mess. You decided it was time for a change. You applied to a few hospitals after your break up and the one in LA hired you. So you dropped everything and moved- no family, no ties. 

A fresh start. 

It was a nice neighbourhood and the building was quiet. The neighbours you met were pleasant and welcoming. When you were having the furniture moved in, there was a blonde man who smiled at you and you assumed he lived in the unit down the hall because that’s where he stepped into. 

It was almost 11pm when you finally sat down. You had been on your feet all day and just wanted to eat something. The box with the dishes was beside the couch, you pulled the tape off and opened it. There was an envelope sitting on top of the stack of plates. 

Buck’s last letter to you. 

You must have tossed it into the boxes while packing and you forgot to write him back. Tumbling through the boxes, you find a sheet of paper and a pen from your bag. Sitting on the floor, the paper resting on an unopened box, you begin writing. 

‘Dear Buck, 

I’m sorry I've taken so long to get back to you. I quit my job, and uprooted my entire life. The break up sucked major ass as you know, so I decided it was time for a change. 

Guess where I decided to go ? 

Did you guess yet? 

No, not Canada, why would you guess Canada ? 

LA! 

Yeah, isn't that crazy that I ended up here of all places? Maybe we could get together one day (if you haven’t turned into a crazy serial killer that is.) 

Anyways, that’s why I've taken so long to write. I was packing when I got your letter and I tossed it in a box and just found it again. Anyways, I hope you’ve been good, how have things been at the station ? 

I promise I'll write again with more details soon, I just have to get settled in first. 

Yours always, y/n.’ 

Folding the paper, you slipped into an envelope. The address being scribbled into the back of the envelope. You were about to seal it when the building number caught your eye. 

It was the same number as the place you moved into. The same address, the building number, the same floor. 

The unit number was the only difference. 

There was no way you moved into the building that Buck lived in. 

You knew the address felt familiar when you saw the listing but you didn’t think anything of it nor did it occur to you that you knew the address. 

Stepping out of your apartment, looking at the number on the room and back down at the envelope in your hand. Buck’s apartment was down the hall. 

Part of you just wanted to mail it and keep things as it was but another part of you wanted to meet him, to see what he was really like in person. So there you were walking down the hallway at a quarter past 11 in the dead of the night to meet a man you had been sending letters to for the last 4 years. 

The end of the hallway, you stared at the black wooden door in front of you. Your brain weighing the options right now: he’s a sweetheart and welcoming and makes you feel comfortable or he’s a weird guy who’s been lying to you this whole time and you told him everything about you and now he’s going to kill you. 

Before you could register what you were doing, you knocked on the door. 

Glancing down at yourself, you were wearing a pair of old shorts and a t-shirt from high school that you found in a drawer while packing. Not an ideal outfit, maybe he’s sleeping and you can go home and change- the door opened, a man wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt stood there. He looked like he had just woken up. 

“Sorry, did I wake you?” 

“It's alright,” he yawned, his hand covering his mouth as he blinked away a few tears. “What can I do for you ?” he leaned against the door. 

“Um, this is an odd question-” you shifted, glancing down at the envelope in your hand. “Are you Buck ?” 

“I am, who are you ?” 

“Y/n.” 

You had never seen a man wake up that fast, he seemed surprised, confused and concerned all in one. “How- uh, are you- What ?” he mumbled. 

“I found your letter in the box after I moved, I moved into the apartment down the hall” you point to your left, Buck sticks his head out of the doorway and looks at the door you were pointing to. You were the woman in the hallway that he saw earlier, he knew you looked familiar. 

“I just wrote your letter and I noticed that the addresses were the same, just a different unit number so I decided to come check. Sorry if I bothered you, we can talk another day- it’s late and you probably have work” “Would you like to come in?” he opens the door a bit more, looking to you for an answer. 

“Um, okay sure.” stepping in, you can’t help but glance around. The apartment was similar to yours, the layout was a bit different though. “Can I get you something to drink ? Coffee, water ? A beer ?” he rounded the kitchen counter, you took a seat on one of the chairs by the counter. 

“Water’s fine, thanks” 

He reached for a bottle from the fridge, sliding it over to you. You gave him a smile, he leaned against the counter and was now looking- studying you. 

“I know we’ve talked to each other for 4 years but this is kinda strange” you chuckled awkwardly, Buck can't help but smile. 

“Yeah, it is, isn't it? but can I ask why you moved to LA?” 

“Well all of that was in the letter” you slide the envelope across the counter and he picks it up, opening it. Giving him a few moments to read, you watch his expression like you were hoping for some insight as to how he was feeling or what he was thinking. He let out a laugh, “how’d you know I'd guess Canada ?” you smiled at him, a small wave of relief washing over you for some reason. “Lucky guess I suppose” 

“Do you-” “What are-” the sentences cutting each other off, the two of you awkwardly smiling at each other. “You first” looking at him, he hums. 

“Do you have work tomorrow or are you busy ?” His eyes meet yours, you found yourself leaning forwards towards the counter- towards him. He made you feel comfortable, you’d go as far as to say safe, in a way you’ve never felt before. 

“No, I don't start until the 21st. Why ?” 

“I was thinking - if you're not busy and if you want to, of course. Maybe I could take you out for breakfast and I could show you around ? Or lunch or dinner ? Whatever works for you actually” he rambles, fiddling with his fingers to avoid eye contact. 

A small laugh slips past your lips causing him to look up, his brows furrowed as he studies your face, looking for an answer. 

“Breakfast sounds good, what time should I be ready for ?” 

“Uh, is 10 okay ?” he asks, you nod. “I’ll be ready for 10 then.” 

“Okay, I'll pick you up” he smiles. 

“Buck, we live in the same building.” 

“Oh right,” he chuckles, “well I'll be by yours at 10 then” the two of you smiling at each other. 

“Okay.” 

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Bang Chan

° You owned this special and locked diary for years, where you kept all your bottles up emotions and feelings in.

° One of those feelings evolving your long time crush on Chan, including the words 'Sexy, Cute, Inspirational, Hot, Prince, and A Literal Angel' all in quite a few pages. Luckily your now long time boyfriend has never seen these fangirl/boy paragraphs.

° Chan was all of those words, no doubt about it. But it is still hard to look at those paragraphs without cringing at how desperate you sounded in your mind.

° Chan however apparently loved your affectionate paragraphs, flipping through the pages as you walked through his studio door. Your heart sank as pure shock and terror rushed through your veins. No one wants their private thoughts to be read.

° The tips of Chan's ears were firetruck red, as a beaming grin flashed towards you. You noted that he read through the entire diary, knowing all the dreams and wishes you had that involved him. No skeletons were left in your closet anymore, it was bittersweet.

"So you really think I'm an angel who is also the sexiest person on earth?" he teased, cupping your face in his palms.

"Well duh, but you can't tell me you didn't think anything like that towards me-" You defended, cut off by his sweet kisses.

Lee Know

° Minho found out about your true feelings towards him while reading some song lyrics you wanted to show 3Racha.

° He needed to know who you loved and admired so dearly after reading this, constantly by your side questioning anything he could. After literal weeks of conspiracy, you couldn't take his suspicion anymore and admitted everything.

° You are now much more secretive with your songs that you've written, but that won't stop Minho from looking everywhere he possibly can. He is determined to find them.

° After so many large steps that were taken in your relationship, he wants to see how you truly felt throughout them. From the first date, first time, to the promise ring he fave you last week. Minho wants to say it's to tease, when it's truly because he loves you.

° He loved the way his stomach did kart wheels as his heart fluttered when he first read your words. He hasn't felt that amazing feeling in a while and needs to re live it, luckily for him he noticed a place he has never thought of checking.

"So kitten, you really want to marry me don't you?" he commented, a soft smirk across his glowing features.

"Why wouldn't I? You're you. And how'd you find those?!" you replied, tone changing as you saw how many he actually had.

Changbin

° Changbin was struggling to create a new song, he seemed to accidently make similar beats and lyrics to their past hits.

° You would sometime write up different songs when you were bored, but you never showed them to anyone thinking they weren't great. But Changbin looked in need of some type of inspiration, so you brought out your journal and placed it infront of him.

° His expression was unreadable, either about to thank you for the amazing inspiration or laugh at your cheesy words. You just wanted him to say something.

° Changbin began to smile shyly, showing you a page he just read over. That page happened to be the most recent and the one you completely forgot about. It was a draft about 10 different ways you could tell Changbin that you loved him.

° You really wanted it to be special when you would say it to him, but luck didn't seem to be on your side that day. You were at least glad that he was smiling, showing positive signs that he isn't feeling awkward or doesn't feel the same way about you.

"I love you too my adorable bean." He chuckled, pulling you into his lap as he held you close to his racing heart beat.

"I'm guessing he new comeback is going to be a love song now?" you teased, burrowing into his soft black hoodie.

Hyunjn

° Your relationship use to be a cat and mouse situation, one day you two were best friends and then the next you two were rivals.

° Your anger and frustration towards one another was simply a way to hide your true emotions. Both of you found each other attractive in and out, but were too stubborn to confess. That is until he walked into your room and pressed you up against the wall.

° Your rivalry left out the door once you started dating, the only ounce of it was left in the small playful bickering and teasing. Which happened every day of the week.

° You walked into the dressing rooms, noticing Han and Felix giggling as your presence became known. This wasn't a usual giggle of theirs, something was going on. You knew that for sure once you saw the way Hyunjin presented himself.

° A sly smirk across his lips as a couple crumpled peace of paper were in between his fingers. His steps were long and powerful, as he held his head up high while nearing you. This usually meant he found something to tease you with.

"I didn't know you liked me for five years, coming up with so many cute pet names if we ever dated." He teased, hiding his blush.

"First of all, you went through my desk without asking me. Second of all, I am whipped for you dumb dumb." You replied.

Han

° You weren't a very vocal person, having trouble expressing your thoughts and emotions through words everyday.

° That reason alone is also why people think you and Han are a perfect match. He helped you come out of your shell and be comfortable in your own skin. All of those actions sent your heart into a frenzy, finding there way into pages filled with emotion.

° Han knew about your habit of writing cute quotes on your palms and arms, or just randomly taking out your journal and starting a new page.

° He respected your privacy even if the temptation of knowing every little thought you have was very very strong, he held back and let you write in peace. However, when you dropped your journal without knowing. Han held it and the temptation took over.

° As you had a chat with Seungmin, he turned around from your eye sight and flipped through the pages. Many of them expressing how much you love him and how much he helped you without him even knowing. This effected Han immensely.

"Hannie are you crying?" you questioned, noticing the forming gloss over his sparkling chocolate orbs.

"Yeah, but it's happy tears. I just never knew how much you cared about me, and it makes me feel important." He explained.

Felix

° You cannot hide anything from this adorable koala, he knows you too well and can find anything you've hidden from him.

° You learned this the hard way when you asked him for help when forgetting where you left your journal, panicking since the last place you saw it was at Minho's. Felix knew you usually placed it near your bed and assumed it to be under the covers.

°His assumption was spot on, but you had no idea that he had found it yet. Felix took this advantage to skim through a few pages, smiling at the sight of his name in the book.

° His name was mentioned ever since the day you first met, January 7th 2017. He was written as this attractive aussie that had your knees weak, he laughed silently at the realization that you fancied him since the first day you met. He loved it.

° Felix walked out with the navy blue book tight in his grip, his ears a bright shade of red. You knew he must've read some sort of page about him, but you weren't nervous about it. It couldn't have been anything more cheesy than what you say on dates.

"I can't believe Han knew about your crush on me that entire time." Felix chuckled, shock filling his expression.

"And I can't believe you never knew how much I truly admired you." You teased back, kissing his freckle speckled cheeks.

Seungmin

° Seungmin met you at a library, you were working on a soft poem about not being able to find the right person.

° That whole meeting seemed like something right off of a romance movie or fanfiction novel. Writing about giving up on love as an amazing guy happens to cross paths with you. But both of you laugh at the whole cliché nature of your meeting.

° Seungmin loved how you wrote, taking him into the story each time. He felt so special whenever he found something referring to your relationship, feeling fuzzy inside.

° He liked to bring some of your poems on tour with him, reminding him to stay strong when being away from you. Letting him know that you'll always be there for him when he needs you, even if you are both countries away from each other.

° Felix once found his stash of poems that you wrote, he never teased him on it but would still smile excitedly at how sentimental Seungmin was becoming. Seungmin knew he was becoming cheesy and mushy, he hated yet loved it.

"Do you know how much you have effected me?" he questioned, tracing the curve of your jaw with his thumb.

"Or maybe you have an addiction to me, ever think of that?" you responded, smiling widely as he rolled his eyes at your words.

Jeongin

° You worked under JYP entertainment to help create songs for different groups, Jeongin noticed you during his break.

° You rarely got to work with Stray Kids since they made 99% of their own songs, but that didn't stop Jeongin from trying to get to know you. It worked in his favor, since you began to develop a living in him after two months of hang out together.

° Jeongin likes hearing certain songs you create or in the process of being created, cheering you on and telling all of his members when you created a song.

° He liked to give you the credit and appreciation you rarely get, most of the credit going towards the artist who performed the songs you created. Jeongin wanted to let you know how proud he was of you daily, even if you got shy from it.

° Whenever you showed him different samples of songs you were working on, he'd dance in his seat with a beaming smile. Even when you were tired and wanted the day to end, his admiration and addicting smile would make your mood change instantly.

"I am just worried because JYP has been pretty harsh on the past few songs." You sighed, tired and frustrated.

"He literally wrote a song about women's butts. I'm pretty sure you're more talented baby." He reassured, patting your head.