#i dont want to have to get apple tv

[murderousrobot]

ummm.

[crunchycrystals]

i think sitcoms should bring back theme songs

[cosmal]

hey! i saw you have your requests open so i wanted to req a james or remus x reader where she goes off on a tangent about something she loves and then cuts herself off because she doesn’t think he’ll want to hear about it, and he is just very kind and explains that he likes to hear her talk and doesn’t find her annoying? i’m talking to a guy rn and he’s so nice but recently he dismissed a topic i’m really interested in (inadvertently i think) and i felt so silly for even bringing it up :’) ik james or remus would be so comforting!!!

it’s okay if not though! i hope you’re having a beautiful day 💞

ramble

summary james lets you ramble about your favourite tv show

content james potter x fem!reader

note men just dont get the point, do they!!!! fuck him. thanks for the req though lovely <3

You've managed to steal James away. A moment where you've worked the courage to talk to only him, not talk to him through other points his friends have made. It's just you and him and he's asked you about your favourite TV show.

"So, they're about to release a new season," you say. Your hands are talking more than your mouth is. Pointing and waving around to get your point across. "And," you think you should pause to take a breath but you don't, "and she's back."

"Who?" James asks you. He sets his drink down to fold his arms across his chest and leans in.

"Veronica!" you say excitedly, eyes creasing with pleasure. You're radiating excitement. "She's not dead. She was just missing, trapped somewhere. I’m not sure yet, the trailer doesn’t show much. How cool?"

James nods and hums and then his name is called out from across the lawn. You think it's Sirius. James doesn't pay him any mind.

"And then there's Alexander," you're talking quietly now, still just as excited, "her lover. God, he's been looking for her for centuries. Romance isn't dead."

You pause to take a breath but mainly because Sirius is still trying to gain James's attention. Standing by the fire bucket with a bunch of sticks in his hand.

"Sorry, one moment," James says, soft smile and apologetic eyes, and turns to face his friend. He's got his hand on your knee. "What?"

"Do you wanna roast marshmallows?" Sirius asks and can tell James is incensed. He has it in him to look sheepish.

"What? No, I don't, Sirius." You've never heard James get angry at Sirius. You think you might laugh but feel worse because it's because of you. "Can't you see I'm talking?"

"Whatever," Sirius grumbles.

James turns back and looks like he's about to apologise again. You beat him to it. "Sorry, James." You turn your head and feel yourself heating up. "Shit, sorry. I've started rambling again. You can go see your friends."

"What?" James' face softens and it hits you right in the chest. He's still got his hand at your knee. He squeezes it when your face ducks down. "No, ignore Sirius. He's being his usual annoying self."

You bite your lip and still feel bad. You've sat here and rambled about a TV show he's unfortunately had the displeasure of asking you about. "He's your friend."

"He's a dickhead," he grumbles but has it in him to smile. You know he doesn't mean it. They're basically like brothers; you've only known James for a few months.

"You can go roast marshmallows if you want." You feel stupid when you say it. There's the tiniest bit in you that hopes he doesn't want to. By the off chance he doesn't, you promise to shut up.

"I don't want to roast marshmallows. I couldn't think of anything worse." James laughs and grabs his empty cup. Your breathing jumps. "Hey, let's got grab another drink and you can tell me more about this show, yeah?"

You blink at him. "Really?"

James stands and holds his hands out. You stare at his arms, where his biceps strain underneath his white button-down. He's gotta be cold. "Yeah, what were you saying about Alexander? Centuries? That is romantic."

You think you beam. You know you look like an idiot. Smiling up at him until your cheeks apple. You try to tamp down the way he's making you feel but fail immensely. He looks at you with all the patience in the world until you snap out of it.

You take his hands and think being here is warmer than the space around the bonfire. "Totally romantic," you swoon. A little too dramatic. You feel worse when James guides you through the swarm of people in Emmeline's backyard. He wraps his hand around your elbow. "I envy their relationship. I mean, who can say the love of their life searched for them across time and space for hundreds of years?"

James starts to pour your drink before his. You'd told him once, an offhanded comment weeks ago, your drink of choice. He apparently remembered. "Looks like I have a bit of competition.''

"Yeah?"

James nods and hands you your drink. Stronger than usual. You don't mind, you might need it. "I've gotta lift my romance game," he says. "Gotta impress you somehow. I don't know how to time travel but I'm a good hand holder."

You giggle and let him take your hand. "I don't think you'll need time travel, James."

He doesn't. He lets you ramble all night.

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

Daily OFMD Renewal Tasks - Updated 01/31/2024

Hey all! These were starting to get a bit big for the Recap, so I'll link here instead. I'll keep this updated every day so feel free to reference back here and I'll link to this inside the Recaps.

==Things to remember==

Keep it positive! We are wooing them!

Only address one platform at a time!

Make it personal! Tell them why you want to be on that platform (inclusivity, diversity, other shows that are similar, etc)

“It’s okay to reuse some content with new tags but try to space the posts out a couple hours so they dont stack up on top of each other in hashtag very obviously.” -Jac

==Today's Hashtags==

#AdoptOurCrew

#SaveOFMD

#FinishOurStories

==Platforms to Reach Out to==

Netflix

AmazonPrime

AppleTV

If you reach out on the social medias, you can cater to individual mission statements per platform.

Cheat Sheet Below provided by @aproperpirate on Twitter

If you wanna talk about the shows creativity, feel free to reference Ra Vincent's site, he was the Production Designer for OFMD. Great inspiration and pictures to use to show off to the networks.

It's also helpful for Amazon to show them the international reach

== Vote on the Queerties! ==

You can vote once a day!

Best TV Comedy

Best TV Performance

== US Social Media For Each Platform ==

Instagram:

Netflix @netflix

PrimeVideo @primevideo

Apple TV @appletv

Threads:

Netflix @netflix

PrimeVideo @primevideo

Twitter:

Netflix @netflix

PrimeVideo @PrimeVideo

Apple TV @AppleTV

Facebook:

Netflix @netflix

PrimeVideo @PrimeVideo

Apple TV @AppleTV

==Daily Helpful Tasks:==

1. Push That Petition

2. Fill out Feedback forms:

Make sure to request Our Flag Means Death on all the platforms, and indicate why you like the show (if that's an option) and keep it positive. Source: @Lcmwriter100 on Twitter

Netflix

AppleTV - looking for an example letter? Check out @saltpepperbeard’s post

AmazonPrime

For Amazon Prime - Courtesy of @yougotofast over on twitter.

Existing Prime subscribers, you can access a Suggestions/Feedback form on the Prime Video app in the Settings > Help & Feedback section. The form is automatically tied to your Prime account, not sure if that makes any difference compared to anonymous feedback.

3. Platform/Article Engagement

HBOMax

If you still have HBO Max, please still go ahead and stream Our Flag Means Death, it keeps up engagement and numbers.

Search Our Flag Means Death on Netflix

If you have Netflix, after your search, stream the first title that comes up for a few minutes.

Article Engagement - Source: @candiedsilkmoth on twitter

@itsmfgames Has been kind enough to be keeping up a running list of Articles about the campaigns -- so if you have the time and want to go catch up on some articles, please checkout the guide below and visit this google doc for the list!

4. Make Calls

Contact Netflix and say why you love OFMD

You can call them at (844) 505-2993 as well and let them know about a hoard of pirates looking for a new home. You're welcome to try their toll free number as well (888) 638-3549

5. Daily Link Clicks to keep up engagement

Our Flag Means Death Wikipedia Page

Google Search for Our Flag Means Death

Google UK Search for Our Flag Means Death

Our Flag Means Death IMDB

Current @renewasacrew Daily Links:

Tumblr

Twitter

Instagram

For Industry specific help see @TheCozyPirate on Twitter as well. I will try to include any pertinent information in the Daily Recap or here, but if you have twitter they're a great resource

== RADIO! ==

Some awesome new suggestions from @AdoptACrew Check out the thread here. Link to the NPR suggestion site: Here

=== Staying a Polite Menace to Max ===

For those of you who are still up for it-- We are still contacting Max and Commenting on their posts. Thank you @asgardian--angels for the reminder! I'll update this section with more details tomorrow once we have some more.

Current focus with Max is less requesting Renewal and more to Expressing Disappointment about them cancelling marginalised Stories (OFMD, Rap Sh!t, etc), specifically to give them bad PR.

We're still letting Casey Bloys and David Zaslav know no peace.

As usual please be polite, we're not letting max off the hook, but Monday there will be a news article coming out regarding this (Source: Jac (@TheCozyPirate) on Twitter))

==Media Resources (Pics, Gifs, Vids)==

Gifs, Pics, and Videos to use: show clips to use Src: @havethisonelife

Our lovely @kiwistede made some great custom gifs you can use to tweet and message the platforms with. Check out their tumblr here

== Stats ==

Some Cool Stats you can use:

==Infographics==

Some folks like infographics instead of text so here's some stuff for you! Courtesy of @edandstede on Twitter

I have a limited amount of pictures I can put on one post so here is a google drive with more: Google Drive

==Other ideas for engagement:==

Courtesy of @sandwrite2 on Twitter

[tsukishimasbaby]

Saw a post about you wanting welcome home requests. Dont know how old it is but.

What would wally be like as a CG???

Feb,20,2024

Caregiver Wally Darling!

A/N: OMG YAY!!! I already have a shorter more general version of this on my blog, so I’m gonna repeat myself a bit here, but that’s okay because I love this man and I really wanna talk about him.

He is such a good caregiver, I think. Like…he struggles a bit at first but he eventually gets the hang of it and does really well!

I mean. He is quite literally the host of a children’s TV show. He knows how to take care of and entertain kids.

He likes taking you out on little play dates and adventures. One of his favorite things to do is take you to the park, and you often see Julie and Sally there, so you play with them a lot. :)

He paints you a lot. You’re his muse. ❤️

Speaking of painting, if you’re down for it, he’d be happy to paint with you! Finger paint, watercolor, anything! And if not, that’s okay too! He’s fine with just using you as inspiration.

He actually made a deco paci for you one time (if you use pacifiers)! It was for your birthday. You have loved and cherished it ever since.

If you ever draw or color something for him, it immediately gets hung up on the fridge or on a wall somewhere.

He does better with calmer littles. If you’re like me and you get very sleepy randomly or very easy, he has no problem with cuddling you while you sleep if you want. He doesn’t try to sleep with you; because he can’t, and his “I’m sleeping” chant gets a lil annoying.

Barnaby is Wally’s go to babysitter, as you probably expected. Barnaby is basically your uncle. He’s the cool, fun uncle who loads you up on sugar before sending you back to your parents. And that is exactly what he does!

He is VERY cautious and protective. He baby proofs the hell out of everything.

He also does most things for you. You need to tie your shoes? He’s got it! Wanna refill your sippy cup or your bottle? That’s his job, sweetheart, don’t worry about it.

He will love any nickname you give him, “dad/daddy/dada”, “papa”, “baba”, etc.

He loves them all.

He canonically goes limp when you hug him but I’d like to think that he eventually gets the hang of it and becomes a really good cuddler. 😭

He has so much apple juice. And apples in general. Does not understand apple pie or anything with apple filling in it, though…where are the apples…where did they go?? 😥

His voice is super monotone and his face kinda is too, so he actually does super well with autistic littles. Cuz like. He gets it. Also I know Wally isn’t CANONICALLY autistic but. Erm. Yeah he is. In my mind he absolutely is.

He doesn’t do too well with tantrums. He’ll try his best to calm you down, but if that doesn’t work, he usually has to call Barnaby for help. He always feels so bad, though. He’s your caregiver, he’s supposed to know how to help…

All in all, 10/10 caregiver. Would recommend.

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: "Happy Holidays/Merry Christmas. I love you."

Pairing: Vil Schoenheit x GN!Reader (with background RookVil x GN!Reader)

Genre: Heavy Angst, proceed with caution

TW: Major character death, suicide, heavy drinking.

AN: Its my birthday! I dont know why, but i usually feel terrible on my birthday, so I gave you guys the option of choosing between a happy fic for today, or an angst. You chose angst, so here we are. Please exercise caution before, during and after you read. If you or someone you know is having suicidal thoughts, please get in touch with professionals. You are loved, and will be missed, so please take care of yourself. If at any point you feel like stopping reading, please do. Your mental health comes before anything else. I hope you enjoy... Merry Christmas to everyone!

Vil sat down on his couch, sinking into its warmth with his fifth glass of wine in hand. Once upon a time, he would have frowned upon doing something like this. He was a notorious lightweight, and despised the headache that accompanied him on the day after.

But now, the pleasant buzz that the alcohol created in his mind was a welcome distraction.

Vil's gaze fell on the TV remote. He reached for it and switched it on, it's artificial light casting on his face and lighting up the otherwise dark room.

"And in other news, acclaimed actor and director Vil Schoenheit announces his retirement from the entertainment industry at the fairly young age of 34. A public statement was released earlier this month by his agency, right after the release of his latest film, 'Eternity'. This news has come as a shock to many of the star's fans, but-"

Vil tuned out the TV as the newscaster spoke of how well his last movie was doing in theatres and how everyone wished him well in the future. Words blurred into sounds and the TV screen into colours as he took another sip of his wine, closing his eyes as he tipped his head back on the couch.

His phone vibrated inside his pocket. Removing it, Vil saw a message from Epel.

Merry Christmas. Hope you're having a good time. Mawmaw asked me to send you this pic, and told me to invite you to Harveston sometime for some apple pie.

Underneath it was a picture of Epel and his grandmother in their kitchen, both holding a plate of said apple pie in their hands.

Vil smiled, then decided to check his other messages. A voice message from Jack wishing him Merry Christmas, a whole paragraph of text courtsey of Rook, and many more messages from his coworkers and acquaintances. He replied to every one of them, answering each with a thoughtful message that somehow his alcohol-addled brain could type coherently.

As lilac eyes wandered over his chat log, they caught one last message. It was from his manager. Or, well, ex-manager.

Vil.

In all the years I have spent managing young actors, I have not seen one as talented and dedicated as you. Not many spend their time honing and perfecting their craft as you do. It is a shame to see you leaving the spotlight so soon, but I know this is something you have needed for quite some time.

Take this time to take care of yourself, Vil. (Name) would have wanted you to. Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year.

Vil stilled as he read the last few sentences. "(Name)...".

The moonlight painted a solemn scene as it fell on the lone man, coloring his blonde locks an enchanting silver as he picked up his wine glass. He gulped the drink in one go, the slightly bitter liquid burning his throat in a familiar manner as he placed the glass on the coffee table.

Vil smiled, then tried to stand. The five glasses of wine had begun showing their effect, and he had to lean against the armrest of the couch to stop the world from spinning in front of his eyes.

Slowly, he made his way to the master bedroom. Upon reaching, he walked over to the bed, forgoing his usual skincare routine in favour of tucking himself in.

Vil sat upright in bed, eyes trained on the lone flowerpot kept at the windowsill. The lilies stirred ever so slightly under the light breeze coming in through the open window, as though shivering under the weight of his gaze. Gaze filled with profound love, and sorrow, and resolve.

"(Name)..."

Vil's voice was not more than a whisper, yet that one word uttered from his lips seemed to fill the silence that shrouded the room. He took a shaky breath, hand closing around the bottle of sleeping pills he had on his bedside table.

The clock struck twelve from somewhere within the house, it's soft sound echoing throughout. Outside, Vil heard cheers coming from people who were spending Christmas with their loved ones.

He looked back at the red lilies, and smiled. A genuine, unpracticed smile that had not seen the light of day ever since the love of his life died.

"Merry Christmas (Name). I love you."

Rook was a hunter, through and through. He prided himself on his observation skills, on his judgments. Usually, he could see things coming from a mile away.

He did not see Vil's suicide from a mile away.

The blonde haired man was one of the first to be informed of it, and also the one to whom most of his possessions were bequeathed to.

Rook did not care much for most of the things Vil had left him. He had also left him with a hole in his heart, and a permanent pain in his soul. Yet, as he gazed at the flowerpot with the red tulips in it, and the matching one with white magnolias beside it, he could not blame Vil.

Calloused hands trembled as they caressed the petals of the flowers. It felt almost sacrilegious to touch, as if the pure flowers were taunting him for the blood that stained his hands.

Tears dropped down onto the silky petals, clinging to them like drops of fresh dew. Rook's hands slid down to touch the flowerpots, where the letters engraved spelled out the names of two people he thought of as the very epitome of beauty.

The lilies grew on the essence and memory of (Name) Schoenheit, and the magnolias welcomed the ashes of Vil Schoenheit.

Red lilies: Eternal love and passion

White magnolias: Nobility and Purity

Masterlist...

[meandmy100blanketsagainstheworld]

hello guy with the most danny pudi photos on pintrest ever

WHATS THE MOST GENDER PHOTO YOU HAVE OF DANNY PUDI !??!?!??!

I need a photo of him that screams gender thanks bbg

LOVE THAT I'M THE GUY WITH THE MOST DANNY PUDI PHOTOS

i chose a couple (a lot) for you cos i seriously could not narrow it down

under the cut cos seriously. a lot

these are both photos of brad. obviously. the second one is from s1e8 'Brendan', but i cant remember the first one off the top of my head lol oops

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abed's outfit in s3e17 of community, 'Basic Lupine Urology'. i dont have much else to say but every time i watch this episode i get INSANE gender envy

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another abed one! s1e3 'Introduction to Film', i think this look is so underrated tbh. the green blue flannel. the cigarette. the headphones. askjhdskhds

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danny pudi as brett in The Argument (2020). his suit is sooooo. it's available to watch on amazon prime or to rent on apple tv apparently? havent actually seen this one although i have heard that there's some pretty serious racism towards the end which is obviously not great, so just a brief tw for that

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these are both from this uhh?? interview?? about his short 'Running'. his HAIR

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danny pudi in The Tiger Hunter!! according to wikipedia it also stars parvesh cheena (good friends with danny pudi and plays zack in mq!) again i havent seen this one but again tw for racism (based on what i've heard). if you still want to see it you can rent it on apple tv

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i have more!! putting the rest in a reblog cos tumblr only allows ten images

[warsamongthestars]

ONTO TBB - POST-SERIES

I am going to need to sit down, and go through all of the show, and I hope to (energy providing). Mostly to make a review, or series of reviews. Produce a few what-ifs. Someone might want the fanfic inspiration.

( I hope, I'm not going to promise because I am bad at energy, and I'm not going to promise things until I can actually deliver. So let's just say I want to do it, but we'll see if it happens or not. )

Look, I still dont' want to rain on people's parades this close after the Finale, so read at ye own risk. Lots of critical down below.

I would call the TBBshow a waste of time. But its not a waste of time, the reason being is that, I have dedicated an enormous amount of energy, to tearing this show into pieces. It soothes and enflames the rage that lies in my heart.

( Remember, I do love Star Wars, and I love the Clone Wars. And Anger and Fury are what happens when something you love, or something you cherish and care about, gets hurt very badly. And I find that the TBBshow is both the weapon and wound. But its a weapon I can turn against itself. And it is a wound I can remedy. )

Now for my bit thoughts on the finale, and bit thoughts on the show itself.

They're just big bits, because when I want to really tear into the little issues of this show, I will go molecule-by-molecule, atom-by-atom when I do.

I am going to be the fucking Saturday morning cartoon villain, with suit and cape and evil laughs, about it.

So...

One). Fifth Enhanced Clone and Omega wasn't it, remember? You remember that from the first Finale?

I remember. The show didn't.

I 'd like to think it was Emerie. It points it that. But even now, I have doubts.

Because what was the point.

They oh so twittered about Emerie, and that didn't end up much--and I'd know because the biggest TBB Fans here haven't talked jack about her. That's how good her character is.

Just listen to the silence and all those crickets.

Two). Remember how this was supposed to be the Republic becoming the Empire?

They didn't act like it, did they. You could place these scenes in the Clone Wars, and y'know, it would not only still make sense--it would be more pointed on how the Republic had always been the Empire underneath.

Because you don't get the evil of an entire instellar Empire out of nowhere. That just doesn't happen in stories that have any depth.

If it does happen, you're reading a kindergarten story then.

( ... Frankly the kindergarten story would prolly tell it better, honestly. )

THree). They killed Tech, and CX-2 meant nothing.

You can't tell me they didn't have time, because they spent 3 seasons bullshiting and then at the last minute went "Oh shit, we're supposed to have a plot! Uhhh THORW SOMETHING AT THE WALL AND WE'LL SEE WHAT STICKS"

They knew full well how much fucking time they were alloted, because TV time always allows at least 3 seasons unless you have fucked up that royally.

It is by Contract. They Knew, and they still Bullshitted.

They murdered Tech for Shock Value. Oh someone is going to say "But George Lucas didn't Like Tech--so it made sense to kill him!"

I know they're going to say it.

If they didn't want Tech, then they shouldn't have created him. If you didn't want the Apple Pie, you shouldn't have made the damn Universe. When you introduce a vital character, a main character, people are going to care about them, especially upon character development.

So when you kill that character for Shock value, and then made that value meaningless by lack of conversation and perceived impact, then all you've done is spat in the face of everyone who cared about him--who might've identified with him--or felt that they needed a fictional example of grief--or fucking hells, just WANTED TO HAVE CHARACTER IN YOUR FUCKING CHARACTERS.

Tech was the point where my fires started. He was the point, where I realized, there was no hope in this show. Can't repair the character dynamics, can't do anything of significance now.

And by their refusal to allow the characters communication and grief, they stamped Tech into the dirt by the heels of their imperial boots.

CX-2 had all this development, for fuck all. What was the point of the CXs if they weren't going to do jack with them.

Four). Spent an awful lot of time shitting on other ideas.

Every possible guest character that could appear, did appear, and it took away from the story. Worse, it took away from Authors, and Game Makers, and spat all over them with a "Haha this is OUR CANON NOW!"

Cid lost her appeal. Because it was an episodic format, and the series did not stick to an episodic format. Would've been a great minor villian, too fucking bad though.

Phee was a phenomenal character (even if I don't care for Indiana Jones / Lara Croft archetypes), and she didn't go anywhere. She stood nearby Tech, gave him a pet name, and that's it. They wasted her.

( I would say that the shippers went too hog wild--but shippers have always been hogwild. To say that they're overdoing it, means they've been underdoing it. They will go hogwild for "Nameless Twi'lek in Background". That's the beauty of the shippers. Keep shipping folks, the Empire can't take all of us out. )

They killed Scorch. Scorch, from Republic Commando, is dead now. You remember that happy go lucky guy? The one who wanted to go back for Sev?

( HE WAS MY PARTY MEMBER, GODS DAMN IT. I PLAYED THE GAME WITH HIM. )

Well. He can never go back now.

( From the bottom of my gamer heart--I felt like this was the greatest Fuck You of all time. Tech's death was already unforgivable, but this? This is as if you just executed Carth Onasi in front of me. )

( The only way they could've done worse, is if they had made a poor copycat of the deathstar as some star destroyer with a rip off of Darth Revan except he's like, the grandson of Darth Vader or something. And he like, murdered a lot of Jedi again, because they wanted to rip off the prequels... )

Why is VENTRESS EVEN THERE.

Why did we need KANAN AGAIN!?

Oh look, Rex, and... Clones... Fucking wonder what's going on there. I can't imagine that the sequel of the Clone Wars would have anything to do with Clone Wars maining Clones. Can't imagine why they might've been important for the Star Wars audience. They're just CLONES AREN'T THEY ITS NOT LIKE THE AFTER EFFECTS OF THE CLONE WARS WOULD HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH CLONES.

Completely dissed the Chip plot, for victim blaming, and all the victims paid for it. In fact, they even villianized the victims and punished them dearly. Through execution, or dismemberment.

And they just straight up murdered every villian they could get away with, for... no reason. It wasn't satisfying. It was bullshit.

The sheer audacity to fuck Echo up. He was our Audience Surrogate, on par with Ahsoka, and THIS IS WHAT THEY DID TO HIM? Made him a bit player in his own show?

Only gave Fives, one of the most important people of Echo's life, a mere throwaway mention.

Not gonna get into what they did to me boys the Bad Batch, because we'd be here all day. And I've got other things to do.

And finally, because this made me rage so fucking hard.

FIVES) The Spoken Message "Now we can be who we want to be!"

...

ARE YOU FUCKING FOR REAL. WHAT IS THIS SHOW'S MAJOR MALFUNCTION.

The Entire Point of the Bad Batch, was that they were already being who they wanted to be or who they were, since their introduction in Clone Wars. They were Unique Nonstandard Clone with Unique Abilities and excellent character (In the Clone Wars)

And suddenly the show wants to say "Oh by they weren't really being themselves--"

They didn't set that the fuck up. The TBBShow, spent the last 3 years fucking around in the ether. They had plenty of time, and they squandered it, and then they rushed jobbed like kids on final group project day.

If the "Good Soldiers Follow Orders" was the set up, then that is akin to saying "Oh don't worry about being drugged into doing something you didn't want to do, you can learn from the experience of having all your choices forced from you and against your consent, and be better from it!"

We can even take in-story!

They spent, so much time, never once talking to one another, about one another, setting up jack all. In fact, vast majority either followed Hunter's lead or ignored him, and left the Camera--there has never been any "Oh we can be who we want".

Unless you're Omega. And y'know, I tots watched a show called the Bad Batch, because I was totally clearly there for an original character not apart of the Bad Batch.

At the end of all it, I have to ask... what... story were they trying to tell exactly?

The show didn't dedicate itself to anything. It spent so long avoiding dedication that it robbed all impact, and left a constant sense of tension in every episode.

It didn't dedicate to a story. Oh it dedicated to the Rush, the New AND SHINY CONTENT--but that's it. Honestly, if they wanted the feeling of rush, they should've just dedicated themselves to Youtube Shorts, Vines and Tiktok.

I'm not here for the rush of content. I'm here for a fucking story, with characters. I have games that are decades old, I have the original Han Solo Trilogy, far before that fucking film.

And I go back, and I reread and replay, because I fucking love them. And that's what you do with something you love, you return to it constantly, its not a Fad that passes once the rush stops.

But I can only go back to the TBBshow, to take what little is good, And destroy the rest, and plant garden above the ashes.

(There are things good in this show that I want to drag out into the light and into better things. And I know, plenty of people have found that good too, and they have done the same. The sheer dedication of interpretation is a beautiful thing. )

There is no Replay Value here. By all accounts, they turned this into a throw-away show, that I guarantee, in about six months, half the fandom is going to be gone from because there's no substance here.

( I'd be shocked, but also not shocked, if it isn't, but I'm not hopeful here. )

And I'll guarantee to you, my audience, that I am going to be here with a never ending coal-fire in my chest.

Because as a lifetime Star Wars fan, from birth and unto where ever the end of my journey is, it has me--it can have my Love, or it can have my Never Ending Rage, but it has me regardless.

ADDENDUM

There are other things, believe me, I am not finished, but I wanted to get the big points down and out, to air my grievances. Twas an emotional response of sheer fucking unbelievable rage. The fires of mustafar would mean nothing in comparison to fires that lie inside. ( i'm in my darth vader arc. )

This hasn't been a waste of time... But fuck it was a Waste of Story and a waste of characters, and I will never forgive the TBBshow, for the fact that the Clone Wars lead me to love, and the TBBshow lead me to antagonizing rage.

The TBBshow story should've been a tragedy. That would've set some things to rights. If they had just, killed the team, and finally made the Empire into the tragic but villianous threat it really is, then that would've at least, made up for somethings. It wouldn't have fixed the show--S1 and S2 are still bad and no amount of good endings will fix that--but it would've been an anchor for it.

[spidergutz-writes]

What are some fluff hcs that you have for any and all of your handsome boys?? How would you spend a day with them? What are dates each of them would take you on?

meadow! Your spoiling me with all these delicious and amazing ideas!!

I’ll actually probably make this in 2 or 3 parts just so I can fit all mah bois :) (if requested, I will also add in some of my favorite gals!)

RED GUY:

Hand holding to the max!!

could be watching the most horrific thing unfold infront of him, and his hand would still be slotted in with yours

making dinner? He’s holding your hand.

watching tv? He’s holding your hand.

sleeping? Yup, he’s holding your hand!

he's a very shameless person when it comes to the softer things in your relationship

will not hesitate to pull you into his lap for cuddles.

also won’t hesitate to cling to you on every part of the day.

your cooking? Well so is he, now.

he loves cooking with you. It’s just so…normal.

normality is not something he experiences a lot, so even when you two are doing simple and mundane things, he enjoys it to the fullest :)

bro's sense of humor is so bad, but it gets to the point where it’s so ungodly terrible, that it becomes funny.

“Hey...what do you call a prisoner walking downstairs?”

“i dunno..What do ya call 'em?”

“..a CONDESCENDING… :D”

he thinks he’s funny, so please laugh :((

dates include him and you cooking a dessert of some sort.

his favorite is making apple cobbler pie with you :3

often you’ll end up with flour hand prints on your ass and some whipped cream on your nose.

he's just a silly guy doing silly things with his ooohh sooo silly partner!!

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JIN BUBAIGAWARA: (what? He dies? No. No he doesn’t. Not here. He lives. That’s the reality we have here. Deal with it. Go argue with the wall idc.)

my sweet sweet baby boy. Where should I start?

okay, before he overcomes his trauma:

Took his mask off infront of you once, and now he can’t stop.

hes addicted to how you kiss his scar

how you coo at him and tell him he’s so handsome 🥺

Will fight for you if it’s serious. He’s still scared he’s a clone :((

will stand up for you tho

anyone says anything bad about you? He’s cursing them out while his alter ego is making weirdly terrifying threats.

”YOU GOT SOMETHING TO SAY, HUH?” “I hope you sleepwalk into oncoming traffic...” “DONT YOU FUCKIN SAY ANYTHING ABOUT MY PARTNER” “I hope everyone you love leaves you.…”

Dates consist of you two sitting on top of rooftops while having a picnic. Talking shit, cuddling, and eating.

you two end up falling asleep in each others arm a lot, admiring the sunset or the moon.

he is a human heating pad. Like seriously. You don’t need a blanket when he’s around

Loves lying on his back with you laying on his chest :)

is a little shy :(

Thinks you don’t want others to know you two are a thing :(((

but when you hold his hand in public or in front of the league? He melts.

When you first kissed his lips over the mask in public? He cried a little

tears of joy :)

can’t cook for shit. That man burns water.

don’t ask me how, but you tasked him to make breakfast one morning, and a fire broke out.

there was also mayonnaise on your ceiling. Again, don’t ask, not even he knows.

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Simon Riley "Ghost" (this motherfucker doesn't die either. if anyone tells me otherwise, meet me at the Arby's parking lot at 6, BECAUSE I WILL FIGHT YOU)

oh my lawdy lawd. he is just SO FINE, WHERE DO I EVEN START??

this man has issues. he's really touch starved, but doesn't know how to accept any light touches.

he might shy away from your light advancements, because he's so used to any physical bringing harm or ill intent towards him.

but when you kiss his cheek, and hug his (slutty) little waist, he folds like a lawn chair on a hot summer day.

will scream, cry, throw up, roll on the ground, and promptly die if you ever serve him tea in a bowl (the French do this.)

likes to go to the gym with you. he loves to see you work out iykwim.

Ghost has never been a man for soft things, but he Isn't Ghost with you. With you, he's Simon Riley, a man who longs to have a sense of normalcy, a man who wants to take you out to nice restaurants, and a man who wants to bend down on one knee for you, and ask that burning question that lays in the back of his mind 24/7

he wants to do all of those things, but its going to take time. his insecurities tell him you deserve a man who can do more for you, but as always, you wash those thoughts away for him.

for now, his dates consist of concealed places, like the safety of either his, or your home, where he can take off his mask, safely. sitting, watching movies, drinking wine or scotch, and cuddling.

He's a big advocate on "actions speak louder than words" so he doesn't say "I love you" too often, but when he does say it? you better get the tissues. because he only says it during a really vulnerable moment of his, like when he's calming down from a PTSD induced flashback, or a panic attack, or when its late, in the middle of the night, when he knows its just him and his demons awake, with you sleeping soundly in his arms.

believe it or not, THIS MAN CAN COOK-

listen, i know he's British, and i know he's in the military, but that man just radiates "I'll make you a five star meal before i snap your neck"

he is a god when it comes to making steak. give him a basic ass steak, some spices, and a few other side ingredients and he'll give you a true taste of heaven. A taste of heaven from a man from hell.

we love him all the same though <3

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holy fucking hell this took WAY too long, and I took some extra time on Ghosts.

as always, any type of constructive criticism is appreciated, no matter how harsh or small it is <3

[imlivinginyourtrashcan]

Hi hello im a dirty American heres some friendsgiving headcannons for the sp character

Cartman:

That man aint bringing shit

Only there for the food

The type of mf to steal ingrediants while youre cooking something

Dives RIGHT for the pumpkin pie

Nobody is happy

He denies it but its do obvious hes stealing shit 🤬

Does not wait for a toast

Bro just dives in

Getting seconds, thirds, fourths

When hes done theres no left overs

If he were to bring something id be pie

His moms recipe

BUT THIS LITTLE FUCK EATS IT IN THE CAR

Kyle:

Sometimes hosts the friendsgiving at his house

Brings the sparkling grape juice/apple juice

And also the Kosher things

Only has one helping, tries to get leftovers for the family or for kenny

Helps his mom cook when hes hosting

Setting the table always

Tries to toast but ends up yelling at Cartman for eating before hes done

Helps Ike pack for those little kindergarten thanksgivings?

Yknow when you dressed as a pilgrim and ate food?

Was I the only one who did that??

Stan:

He panicks and brings what he can find

"Hey dude! What you bring?"

"Uhhh... leftover mash potatos?"

Hes TRYING

Downing the sparkling juices like no tomorrow

The eggnog too

Cartman encourages it

"CHUG CHUG CHUG"

Watching the football game

RESTRAINS himself when it comes to food

Like, he wants it but knows Kyles gonna be pissed

Plays catch with everyone else

Or pingpong

Doesnt give a fuck about the Macys parade

Kenny:

Brings canned stuff he got from the food drive

Like cranberry sauce

Sneaking leftovers for his family

Plays catch with the boys

Died from a football lodged in his eye

Oh and from the

"Macys parade"

Incident

You dont want to know

Butters:

Brings the sweet potatos

Suggest christmas music/movies be played

Cartman called him gay immediately

So that got shut down

Brings the extra pies and everything since Cartman eats his

Lover of cranberry sauce and other things most people hate on thanksgiving

"Oh that was good! Could I have more please?"

"Butters what the fuck who likes CRANBERRY SAUCE???"

"I do!"

Doer of the toast

Often gets hit in the face when they play catch and cries

Can't stay for long cuz his parents are strict but hes there on video call rest of the time

Craig:

The type of mf when you ask what he brought he says

"My presence"

MF-

No!!!

You need to bring FOOD

They have to kick him out

He comes back with bread rolls or crackers, cheese and olives

So hes aloud back in

Doesnt care abt the parades or catch or anything

Just kinda there for Tweek

If someone asks him to do sonething he'll do it though

Hes limited by meals thanks to his braces

He doesnt care

Thats future craigs problem

Flips someone off if they beat him in a sport

Or flips off the tv when someone does something stupid in football

Has restraint when it comes to food

Bro will just wait

Wait

Wait

Wait

And then devour his plate in seconds

Tweek:

Brings homemade cider or pumpkin spice

Panicked the whole time

Hiding upstairs half the time

At least until food

He looks like a sopping wet cat

Doesnt really eat that much

Convinced the food is poison

Dont try to reassure him either he doesnt trust you

Has to check a million times though

"Is this poison???"

"No???"

"GAHH!! I dont believe you!!"

Leaves after feasting

He can only handle so much

Arrives super late too which is ironic

Jimmy:

Brings the food over and makes a puns

Like puts devil horns on eggs

"Jimmy what is that?"

"D-d-d-deviled Eggs"

Bro is telling thanksgiving jokes every second

Does the toast some years

Its like a stand up comedy routine tho

He lets you eat during that

Sneaking food

Mischievous little bastard

Puts on family fued when he realizes the boys are too pissed at football

Also has brace limits

But does he follow them ever? Nope

Drinks sparkling juice from a wine glass

Able to keep the party going for a WHILE he has ENERGY

Card playing KING

Winning at Crazy 8s left and RRRRIGHTTTTTT

Clyde:

Brought mac and cheese

Either that or bread

Food sneaker

Thinks hes good at sports

Hes not

He gets hit in the face so often

And cries

Tried Tweeks coffee

Started coughing and gagging immediately

Hes a picky eater im calling it now

Like will not eat if he doesnt think he'll like it

Me too Clyde i get it

Likes the Macys parade

Fucking weirdass

Arrives a bit before Tweek but is still late

The mf to get seconds

Wont eat before the event either

Saving his stomach for yum yums

Tolkien:

Also hosts

Helps his parents with food

Makes the dinner table look like a whole buffet

When hes not hosting he brings stuffing or some expensive good food

Or like

Homemade dip?

Casserole?

Idk

Seems like itd change every year

Great at sports

Helps clean up too

Toasts sometimes

Very generic toast

Doesnt seem like someone who has much to say

[onwardevan]

My bsf’s Manager (Alex x y/n)

Warnings: uhhhhh grinding? Slight smut, smut lead up, idk if there’s anything else.

I sat at my house, watching tv like I always do. Well I was more interested in the FaceTime with my bsf. She was telling me all the drama at her new Job. I dont know what it’s called I just know it’s this random porn store?

“Yeah, my manager, whose name is Alex, I think he’s your type?” She said.

“Whats he look like?” I asked.

“Uhm I don’t… I have a picture of me and him! Let me send it hold up!” She said.

I waited for it to send until I finally got it. He was pretty attractive?

“Yeah, he’s also got a nice voice that I think you’ll also like.” She teased.

“Okay okay, y’all are gonna have to come over some time so I can at least know him a little bit?” I laughed.

“Oh you’ll get to know him. You’ll get to know him well…” she smirked.

“Okay. Well I’m gonna go cause I gotta shower, I’ll call you later though okay?” I said.

“Awwww, bye girl, hope you like the pic I sent.” She said and winked before I hung up.

I smiled before I got up and went to go shower. While I was in there Amy kept blowing up my phone, I didn’t know until I got out though. When I got out I saw messages on messages about her manager.

‘I TOLD HIM ABT YOU AND HE SAID HE WANTS TO MEET YOU!’

‘HE THINKS YOUR PRETTY’

‘WERE HANGING OUT TN, SO GET READY!!!’

WHAT. I start d freaking out looking for something to wear. I needed something that was gonna make me look sexy, but not like I was trying.

I landed on a satin pajama set.

I then sat in my bed and did alllll my skin care. I didn’t wanna seem Ashy infront of my man?

After I did all that skin care I sat in my bed and waited for the ‘I’m here’ text. I waited 5 fucking minutes.

“Heyy!” I opened the door. I wanted to scream when I saw him in real life. He looked like an Angel.

“Hey!” Amy winked at me after seeing what I was wearing.

“Hi!” Her manager smiled and looked me up and down before going to my living room.

I sat and we started talking about our lifes. I was bored, really bored. But then Amy (being a good friend) got up.

“Oh yeah, I’m gonna go get my jacket I left here hold on. You said it was in your room right?” Amy asked. At first I didn’t get it, but then I did.

“W- yeah, it should be by the foot of my bed.” I said.

“Great!” Amy smiled and went to my room.

“So uh… how are you?” I asked.

“I’ve been doing good? What about you?” He asked.

“I’ve been alright? Did you like the cookies I made, cause you have some on your face..” I laughed.

“Wait really, where?” He asked as he frantically wiped his face. I took this as my opportunity.

“Right here.” I got up and acted like I was wiping a crumb off his face. We were inches apart.

“Uhm…” he said.

“Fuck it.” I said before I kissed him.

His wasted no time in kissing back. I crawled forward and into his lap so that I was more comfortable. Then I placed my hands on the back of his neck as he placed his on my waist.

We continued to make out for about 2 minutes. I felt his very obvious bulge and slowly ran my hands down his body until I reached it. His breath hitched as I started to rub his bulge. He breathed out heavily and pulled away, looking down at my hand.

“F-fuck…” he sighed and squeezed my waist.

It seemed he had completely forgotten about Amy. And thank god cause she had left around 1 minute into our make out.

He threw his head back against the couch, his eyes shut tightly as his jaw went slack. I wasn’t paying attention to that though, I was paying more attention to his adams apple as it bobbed with every moan he let out.

He let out a loud moan and instantly sat up, grabbing my wrist making me stop.

“What? Did I do something wrong?” I panicked.

“No,not at all! But what about Amy… isn’t she in your room…” he said.

“Oh. No, she left a while ago.” I said.

“Good.”

[berriesandjunnie]

❝ want me ❞

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° synopsis so i’ll be everywhere you’ll be and i’ll go anywhere you want me. ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° genre & tags fluff / non-idol!au / somewhat mutual pining / definitely pining of some sort besties / very soft scenes of angst / best friends to lovers / slight insecure reader / this will come as a surprise when you get to his part but junhui is not a love interest / sexual topics (just conversation and gyu + reader awkwardly in an adult shop) ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° pairing mingyu x afab!reader ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° w.c 4.5k words

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° author’s note inspired by ‘want me’ by baby queen; synopsis is lyrics from the song. anyways i cant have another bias, gyu.

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You’d spend all day admiring him if you could without seeming like a literal psychopath outside of your daily schedules. Your best friend and housemate Kim Mingyu worked in a fancy suit and tie store you’d already expressively said was way out of his league - in the politest way, that is. In your eyes, Mingyu should have followed his college passion of fashion design yet he was spending his day greeting men with more money than him and showing them different coloured blazers. Yourself on the other hand had found yourself working at a local florist shop after you dropped out of college early. It was owned by a college senior who’d already graduated - Wen Junhui and you’d acquired the job through a close friend of yours, Lee Seokmin. 

“What’s for dinner?” Mingyu commented as he kicked off his shoes, following you as he stretched his shoulders while you shuffled your coat off.

“Why don’t you cook for once?” You scoffed, looking over your shoulder at him as you walked through the entrance of your house together. Mingyu huffed, his suit blazer folded over his arm and a few buttons of his dress shirt were undone. Clearing your throat, you turned back around and flopped onto one of the couches in your living room.

“Y/n, I literally cooked last night,” Mingyu whined, placing his blazer on the back of dining chair before he sat on the other couch, “if you don’t want to cook we can just order food.”

You pursed your lips, folding your arms across your chest and he flicked through the TV menus using the the remote. Unfortunately you could still catch the way his arms flexed when he moved or the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he gulped thanks to the muggy heat in the house out of the corners of your eyes and you loathed it. This was supposed to be anything but a crush - he was your best friend. The two of you joked that little college love affairs never made it far but it was like the trope was spiting you. Quietly, your phone pinged from your jean pocket and you pulled it out. 

seokminnie: when is our next delivery boss junnie: tmrw boss junnie: why boss junnie: what have u done seokminnie: i DID NOTHING seokminnie: i feel betrayed seokminnie: anyways we got a semi decent order from some guy wanting to ask a girl out boss junnie: love how you call it semi decent seokminnie: well he’s supposed to be bringing a small gift tomorrow morning before he goes to work for us to put in the bouquet seokminnie: he wants it after his work tmrw y/n: seokmin do you know how to send things in one message seokminnie: don’t sound so middle aged y/n we’re in our 20s y/n: if it means you put coherent sentences together, i’d even let you call me a karen boss junnie: who is even scheduled for shift tomorrow y/n: not me chief seokminnie: me and heeyoung i think boss junnie: i’m coming in just to make sure you two dont fuck shit up seokminnie: yknow i’m starting to doubt if you like me

“Work group chat?” Mingyu quipped as you threw your phone down onto the couch beside you, tilting your head back as you tried to relax for a few moments.

“Mhm,” you hummed, not opening your eyes as Mingyu made a soft noise, “what are we ordering?”

“Well I was about to ask you that.” Mingyu chuckled and you grimaced, chewing the inside of your cheek as you raised your head and grabbed your phone. 

“You choose, I’ll be in my room so call me when it’s here.” You sauntered to your room, not pausing to even see if Mingyu would argue your sudden disappearance as you shut your bedroom door with a sigh. 

Things shouldn’t be this difficult, you thought as you fell onto your neatly made bed, ruffling the sheets. Yet you knew you were at Mingyu’s beck and call without him even acknowledging it and you had been for years. He could have told you to move out this morning and you’d be gone in a heartbeat if that’s what he wanted. 

-

You sang softly to your music as you cleaned the house’s kitchen that you shared with Mingyu. It wasn’t overly messy but there were empty takeaway containers everywhere and some still had leftovers in that you would sort into tupperware for tonight’s dinner. Seeing things all over the counters frustrated you but it was a rare sight, Mingyu was a good hand at keeping the house in tip-top condition if you hadn’t already. Your phone’s notification sound interrupted the song playing momentarily and you groaned, hoping they weren’t calling you in to help with this bouquet order.

seokminnie: yah y/n y/n: no i’m not coming into work seokminnie: rude i don’t need you anyway seokminnie: but thats not why i’m here boss junnie: long story short, y/n your mate mingyu? y/n: what about him? boss junnie: is he seeing someone? seokminnie: she must be so pretty to get mingyu’s attention seokminnie: mr fashion expert

You held your phone away from your face, your hand shaking slightly as you looked around the kitchen and tried to process Junhui and Seokmin’s interrogation. Was Mingyu seeing someone? He would have told you but putting a gift in a bouquet of flowers would be definitely something he would do, he’d expressed he liked the idea in the comments of one of your instagram posts showcasing an example of said bouquet idea. 

Clearing your throat as if they were expecting a response in person, you lifted your phone again. 

y/n: idk he hasnt mentioned anything y/n: bet he chose nice colours tho

You put your phone down on the counter once more, leaning back beside it as you stared at the white lights in the ceiling and swallowed a suffocating lump in your throat. Maybe you’d fucked up the chance to finally be honest with your best friend and that thought was eating you alive. Not only that but Seokmin was right, she had to be pretty in order to get the Kim Mingyu’s attention - you’d long learnt that he was not only picky with most things but also his partners. 

-

Mingyu came home slightly later than expected after he’d texted you to eat the leftovers without him. He carried this big beam on his chiseled face and radiated the most excitable aura as he entered the house, shuffling his extra items of clothing off as he made his way to where you sat in the living room. You glanced at him before continuing to paint your nails.

“I guess she liked the flowers?” You commented as you set yourself to focus on your task at hand. Out of the corner of your eyes, Mingyu faltered in the doorway and paused.

“How did you know-” Mingyu began to question as if you’d been stalking his date, causing you to cut him off.

“You went to my work place, Gyu. You expect Junhui and Seokmin to forget who you are when you literally live with me?” You quirked a brow, raising your head to look over at him. His face fell from its beam.

“Sort of,” he whispered, clearing his throat as he slowly moved to sit on his couch as he noticed the tense aura you’d created, “look I was going to tell you, y/n but you know how my past dates have gone and I didn’t want to say anything until it was a positive conversation.”

“You don’t have to tell me, you know?” You sighed, finishing your nails as you admired them slightly, putting the nail polish down carefully. Mingyu frowned, leaning forward as he rested his elbows on his knees.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” Mingyu mumbled, his eyes glancing over your form as you sat in a pair of clean silk pajamas that still smelt of fresh cotton and laundry detergent. He looked over the yellow nail polish you’d chosen and the iced coffee you had sat on the coffee table in front of you or the way you had your crocheted blanket his friend Minghao had gifted you for Christmas over your legs that he bet you’d shaved. He knew your routine well, he knew fresh silk pajamas meant you’d shaved because you loved the feeling it had on your skin and bedsheets. 

“Nothing, Gyu,” your voice was meek and quiet as you hung your head low in nothing but disappointment towards yourself, “I hope she treats you better than the last.”

-

boss junnie: y/n are you okay y/n: why are you texting me outside of the gc boss junnie: is it illegal??? y/n: if i say it is will you delete this convo boss junnie: i’m just trying to check on you omfg boss junnie: you called in sick but i know damn well it aint your hayfever y/n you work in a florist all year around y/n: gyu never told me he was talking to someone y/n: idk its stupid jun boss junnie: you still like him? after all these years boss junnie: damn y/n y/n: told you it was stupid boss junnie: ill be over in five

A soft noise came from your throat as you placed your phone down on the bed beside you, laying back down on your back as you sighed. Junhui was stubborn but he also knew you well for some reason, you’d considered Seokmin leaking your secrets but you weren’t interested enough to interrogate either of them and certainly not now since you’d been keeping yourself in your room rewatching your favourite TV series ten times over. Call it stupid, you’d reckoned since you wasn’t even dating Mingyu in the first place but this felt like heartbreak. 

When another text from Junhui confirmed he was outside your front door, you slowly emerged from your bedroom quietly, listening to the mellow sounds of female laughter and Mingyu’s voice downstairs. A heavy lump formed in your throat and you hurried down the stairs, bee-lining it straight for the front door as you unlocked it and was met face-to-face with Junhui, who held a bouquet of baby’s breath mixed with roses. Your eyes fell to the bouquet and you cracked a soft smile, not missing Mingyu’s voice in the background as he stated “that’s my housemate, y/n.” 

“Come in, do you want a drink?” You asked quietly, stepping aside for the tall male who simply showed his teeth in a grin, shaking his head.

“Don’t worry, let’s just get you back to your room.” Junhui murmured as he slipped out of his canvas shoes. You let out an affirmative nod and turned on your heel, heading straight for the staircase and ignoring Mingyu’s calls for you in the living room as Junhui followed closely. 

To Mingyu, he sat looking over his shoulder at the doorway since he knew you had no choice but to pass it if you’d headed to the front door. Mingyu assumed you’d ordered takeaway but he wanted you to quickly meet Jisoo - and he also wanted to see your face since you’d seemed to have avoided him as of recent. But all he got in response to his calls of your name was your figure saunter by, wrapped in your comfort blanket as you didn’t even acknowledge him and eventually, the tall figure of Junhui following behind you with a bouquet of your favourite flowers in his hands. 

Mingyu cleared his throat, pretending that he wasn’t lowkey pressed over the situation but he was in fact wondering why Junhui was here at ten o’clock at night and especially with a bouquet of your favourite flowers. Turning back to Jisoo, who was cuddled up to his side, he smiled sweetly - “she must not feel well, I’ll get her to meet you another day.”

With Junhui on your heel, you shut your bedroom door and let out a stressed sigh, falling to the carpeted floor with your blanket still wrapped around you - turning you into a swaddle of fabric on the floor. Junhui sighed, pouring some of your water from your bottle into your favourite vase that had been empty for a few months before quietly arranging the bouquet he’d brought you. 

“What gift was it?” You uttered in a hushed voice from your gremlin form on the floor. Junhui made a noise, raising a brow as he turned to face you.

“Hm?” He tilted his head, his hands still dandily working on the flower arrangement he was creating.

“The gift Mingyu put in that bouquet,” you exhaled, finally raising yourself to shuffle over to your bed, “what was it?”

“If I tell you will you stop asking questions for the rest of the time I’m here?” Junhui finished his arrangement, sitting on the edge of your bed gently as you made a gentle noise, “I am here to distract you after all - but it was a bracelet.”

A sickly smile crossed your face as you nodded, further wrapping the blanket around you as you laid down and brought one of your teddies to your chest. You couldn’t help but reminisce all the times Mingyu would window shop jewellery with you and you wondered if he’d gotten a bracelet you pointed out once. Junhui shuffled to sit beside you, his back against your headboard and his lanky legs stretched out before him as he grabbed your TV remote. 

“I was watching something.” You mumbled into the fabric around you and Junhui scoffed with a laugh.

“For the hundredth time? You could quote that by now,” Junhui mused and you narrowed your eyes up at the older male, who simply smiled down, “is your playstation connected? You wanted me to do a full playthrough of Resident Evil 7 for you because you’re too coward.”

“I’m not a coward,” you quickly interjected, somewhat offended by the male, “but yes it’s connected... thank you.”

Junhui brushed back the blanket covering your head to stroke unkept hair from your face with a faltered smile. You cracked one back, your lips chapped and slightly busted from where you had chewed them. 

“Of course, y/n, now come on.” At his words, you shuffled to rest your head on his lap, still a little swaddled by your blanket and a teddy tucked into your chest as you watched him play. Junhui would occasionally stroke at your head, slowly brushing it with his fingers during cutscenes and what not. 

-

You were slowly overcoming Mingyu and his new partner and Junhui kept you plenty company, even bringing takeaway some nights when he came to play horror games for you to watch because like he said, you were too coward to play them yourself - yet you still brought them knowing Junhui would happily play them for you. Eventually you returned to work, tending to the flowers as Seokmin and Junhui bickered behind you. 

You were too lost in your own thoughts to acknowledge what they’d started bickering about this time, still debating how pretty this girl must be to have Mingyu so set on her. She must be so much prettier than you, you thought and proceeded to sigh. It hadn’t been long since you’d even had a dream where Mingyu had called you pretty and stupidly, your dream self had told him he was wrong. 

“Y/n?” Seokmin whined, as if asking you for an opinion on their argument. You raised your eyes, glancing between the two men. Junhui quirked a brow before laughing.

“She hasn’t a clue what’s going on...” Junhui teased and you rolled your eyes, continuing to cut the stems on today’s delivery. You shook your head.

“No, I don’t.” You mumbled, not catching the frowns that fell onto the two men’s faces.

-

❝No offense but it makes no sense You're in her bed then you're driving home and playing my cassette Because you want me and you just don't know it yet❞

Humming to your music, you scrolled through the Spotify app on your laptop whilst you laid on your front, kicking your feet in the air mindlessly. Your eyes fell to the sidebar which showed what your friends were listening to and Mingyu was active, listening to the playlist you’d made for his car. You remembered begging him to let you make a playlist that you could play in his car and he was so reluctant but he grew on it. It surprised you that he was listening to it right now. You paused, recalling that he was going out with Jisoo today. Was he driving with her?

-

Slowly you began to come to terms with the situation. You shouldn’t be sulking in your room and avoiding Mingyu after all the years he’d been your best friend simply because of your own pathetic obsession with unrequited love and guilt of a missed chance with him. Sitting on your couch in the living room, you sipped your iced coffee as you thumbed through social media on your phone. 

“I’m making steak tonight,” Mingyu called as he kicked shut the front door, causing you to lift your head as he appeared in the entrance way, “my treat.”

He grinned, his hands carrying flimsy plastic grocery bags that looked like they were just about to rip. 

“Should probably put them down,” you gestured to the bags in his hands which caused him to hesitate as he looked down at them, “before you’re scrambling to pick up onions.” 

Mingyu laughed awkwardly, nodding as he disappeared as quick as he had appeared. You listened to the rustling of the grocery bags fade into the kitchen before you let out a melodramatic sigh. 

-

❝Be my guest, go on and waste your life inside her bed now I bet you get bored having sex Because you want me and you just don't know it yet❞

How the fuck you’d let Mingyu drag you into this shop, you had no bloody idea. In fact, you could barely drag him into it on a good day so now the roles were reversed you didn’t quite know how to process it. You flickered your gaze to Mingyu’s furrowed brows as he examined the multiple toys in front of the two of you. You were keeping your distance, just in case the staff assumed you were the girlfriend at hand here. 

“Y/n help me,” he whined softly, turning to look at your stiff posture as your eyes widened, “why are you girls so difficult to please?”

“Maybe it’s down there,” you scoffed, gesturing to his crotch and Mingyu pouted, jutting his lower lip out in offense, “I don’t know. Has sex really got this bad with her?”

Mingyu sighed, standing straight once more - causing the male to tower over you again. One of your hands propped itself on your hip as another one stroked the silk material of a blindfold, not that you were debating it but you certainly had a thing for silk and it was heavily reflected in all of your pajama sets. 

“I think, yeah,” Mingyu mumbled, tilting his head back and giving you a chance to examine that sharp jaw he’d refined with his gym obsession recently, “I guess I’m a little bored. Maybe she is too, but I just don’t seem to be doing anything right.”

“That doesn’t sound healthy for either of you.” You quipped, quirking a brow as you turned back to the toys in front of you. Recently every time Mingyu spoke of Jisoo, something negative was admitted. She was spending more time with her friends than him now, so he was seeing her less and now this. 

Mingyu made a soft noise of acknowledgement, grabbing your wrist and leading you out of the stuffy store. 

-

gyu: r u awake y/n: what do you want y/n: you’re not having my leftovers gyu: seriously y/n gyu: can i come to your room gyu: i’m on my way home rn y/n: are you driving?? y/n: wtf gyu y/n: you should have fucking called y/n: fine you can come to my room y/n: drive safe asshole

Mingyu’s knock on your bedroom door when he arrived home was almost mute but you still managed to hear it over the lowered volume of your TV, playing a video game playthrough you’d started in placement of missing Junhui’s gameplay - he said he’d start uploading some to youtube if it appealed to you though. You called Mingyu in, watching as he appeared in the slither of your door and shut it behind him. His eyes were red, his tanned cheeks tearstained and his hair a ruffled mess as you quickly sat forward.

“Gyu?” You whispered, knitting your brows together as you beckoned him to your bed from where he stood awkwardly by your door. He sauntered over, not uttering a word as he sat down on your plush mattress and sniffled softly.

“We should have seen the signs,” he laughed with a voice crack, a sickly smile on his face as he fell back on your bed and stared up at the ceiling, “she was cheating, y/n.”

Your face fell as you crawled across the bed to his side, resting your legs by his head so you could lift it gently onto your lap. Mingyu’s teary eyes fell to your figure above him. You cupped a hand to his face, frowning as you wiped a tear with your thumb.

“I’m so sorry, Gyu,” you choked out apologetically and he shook his head a little, leaning slightly into your other hand as it ran through his fluff of hair, “it seemed so good at the start too.”

“Too good to be true apparently,” Mingyu mumbled, one of his clammy hands reaching up to cup your hand on his cheek. It suffocated your skin in heat but you didn’t mind, “maybe it’s for the best I don’t date.”

You scowled, shaking your head as Mingyu’s other hand raised to rub his eyes, an exasperated sigh leaving his body as his chest rose and fell to calm his crying. 

“Of course not, don’t be so stupid,” You scolded him, almost tempted to flick his forehead like you always did, “you’ll find someone Gyu.”

Every part of you wished it would be you, now that the deities above seemed to have opened a new chance for you to admit a year long obsession with your best friend but you held your breath, mentally shaking the thought from your head. Mingyu needed time and he needed you - as his best friend. His eyelashes fluttered shut and you hummed.

“Go get washed up and changed into something comfy, you can come watch playthroughs with me,” you stroked his cheek once more before you pulled away from the male, watching him rise to sit as he let out a soft yawn, “you can fall asleep in my bed if you want, I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“Don’t be so stupid it’s your bed,” Mingyu scoffed, glancing over his shoulder at you before turning away, “actually, y/n, is it okay if we cuddle? You don’t have to-”

“Of course Gyu,” you cracked a smile at his request, watching his eyes light up a little as he looked over at you again, “now go on, you stink and I’m not cuddling you while you stink.”

-

❝So I'll be everywhere that you'll be And I'll go anywhere you want me Yeah, I'll go anywhere you want me Want me, want me if you want me❞

“Good day at work?” Mingyu chirped as you slid into the passenger seat of his car, your thighs already sticking to the leather seats in the South Korean heat. You let out a groan as you buckled your seatbelt in. 

“I swear there’s too many wedding anniversaries recently - who even chooses summer to get married?” You whined as Mingyu began driving, listening as he laughed at your complaints.

“Plenty of people, y/n, it’s nice weather.” He rolled his eyes, tapping his fingers on the wheel as you sat in traffic. You huffed, puffing your cheeks out. 

“Yeah, well it’s stupid,” you threw a tiny tantrum as you folded your arms across your chest, looking out of the car window, “I just want to run a bubble bath and chill.”

“About that,” Mingyu hummed and your eyes narrowed in his direction instantly, “ayo, lay off the daggers young lady, I just want to take you to the beach.”

You furrowed your brows momentarily, debating whether you should complain about Mingyu’s nice gesture but you ultimately decided to keep your mouth shut. Anyway, where ever Mingyu was you wasn’t far behind, so if he wanted to go to the beach than so be it. 

By the time the two of you arrived at the coast, the sun had began its darkening red fade into the horizon, reflecting into the waves as you slipped off your sandals and wandered in the sand barefoot. Mingyu stood beside you in the shallow water, his socks and shoes beside yours not that far behind you in the sand. 

“It’s so pretty.” You whispered as you let the breeze blow your hair and pleated skirt lightly, hugging you in light evening warmth. Mingyu hummed in agreement.

“Just like you.” He mused and you tensed, your body still as you debated whether this was the dream you’d had all those months ago. 

“Yeah right,” you laughed lightly, a little awkward as you tried to process his compliment, “nothing beats the beauty of the sunset.”

Mingyu rolled his eyes with a scoff you barely heard over the sound of the waves. 

“You’re so stubborn, you know?” Mingyu huffed and you opened your mouth to bicker at his statement but he continued speaking, leaving you to close your mouth, “How come you’re always on my mind? Ever since we were in college, I see you in every girl I try to date and even when things go south you’re always by my side to do whatever stupid request I think would comfort me. Even after all this time you’re by my side. Then it hit me - with Jisoo, maybe I wasn’t that heartbroken because I never truly found interest in her because the whole relationship I was thinking about you, why you’d been avoiding me and if you was okay. I saw you everywhere.”

The breeze suddenly stung at your eyes - at least that was what you was blaming as you became teary. Your teeth tugged at your lower lip, still somewhat smiling as Mingyu let out a loud sigh as if he’d just released years of pent up emotions out. Slowly, you looked up at him, catching him already looking down at you as the cool water splashed at your feet. 

“Of course I’ll always be by your side,” you whispered, a tear rolling down your rosy cheek, “Anywhere you want me, I’ll be there, Gyu.”

“Is it too bold if I want you under my arm, y/n?” He mumbled, taking a step closer to your body and sheltering you momentarily from the breeze, “please give me a chance.”

You nodded, tip-toeing to kiss him but he’d already leaned down, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist as if he would lose you if he was any looser with his grip. But you wasn’t going anywhere, for as long as he wanted you. 

[cupoftaae]

Forever And A Day (KTH x READER) series ♡ Epilogue .....

Summary: your lifelong friend is forced to face his true feelings for you once he breaks the number one rule of becoming friends with benefits: dont fall in love. He knows he loves you, but you on the other hand need more convincing of the most important thing: the right decision.

Genre: fwb. Roommates, friends to idiots to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, the whole 9 yards tbh.

Pairing: taehyung x female!reader

rating: 18+ (minors dni!!!)

A/n- this takes place years after the previous chapters.... I hope you enjoy it m'loves.

-Nini

Taehyung was your one true love.

And that was always so obviously apparent to onlooking eyes.

"my love...I don't think those are for you to pick-"

"shhh" Taehyung reached up and grabbed another apple from the tree, tossing it into the bowl he carried in the other hand.

You two had recently made an expensive upgrade from your small city apartment in Busan to a small cottage house in Gwangju.

Your mothers health had not been the best within the past year, and it became difficult to travel over to her so often, so Taehyung made the decision to move closer for convince, now she was more accessible.

He also appreciated the smaller atmosphere of the country side, he actually had a yard now, which he was going to take advantage of immediately.

You've only been in the new house for a month and a half and he's already burning bridges with the neighbors, who are a much older couple and dont seem too pleased with the idea of 20 something year olds living beside them.

"didn't they "accidentally" mow over your new flowers?" tae points out, as if its some competition with the 62 year old husband next door.

"he apologized" you cross your arms, watching your boyfriend pick from their fruit trees.

"we need a fence" he suggested, proudly showing you the bowl of fruit. "what? you are upset?"

You raise an eyebrow as he stands beside you.

"we can make apple pie, baby!" he smirked and walked to the side, entering your house as you giggled, following behind. Apple pie does sound convincing, you have to admit.

He walked to the kitchen and placed the bowl down, smiling at you as you picked up Yeontans toys scattered around the living room. "you know.." he adjusted his farmers hat that he insisted he bought so he fit the role of the town, "im gonna build you that porch swing you always wanted"

"yeah?" you giggled, listening to his voice from the other room.

"and I'll build you a nice white wooden fence around here.." he points out the window, "so we can have all our privacy, and then I'll build you a treehouse, so when we have kids we can hang in there and we can paint it and-"

You hug him as you walk into the room, taking his hat off as you put it on yourself. "youre so caring and considerate, my love"

Taehyung blushed and hugged you back, "because I love you"

"i love you too, country boy" you poked his chest, smirking. "and you know we can build the tree house now, why wait for kids? we can have fun in there I think. Put a tv up, snacks, pillows-"

"I dont think thats a good idea" he raised an eyebrow

"taehyung we arent gonna have sex in the tree, stop it" you giggle, looking at the apples he picked. "what time do we need to leave?"

He turned to look at the clock, "um, in an hour"

"oh shit, Im gonna go get ready now"

"you do that, lil lady" he teasingly smacked your butt as you left the room.

Taehyung informed you that he was taking you out on a small date tonight, but refused to disclose exactly where or why.

It was not often the two of you got to go out together anywhere, He had to transfer jobs when you both moved, meaning he went from a college art teacher, to a full time elementary school art teacher, which was in his words, "more enjoyable then teaching college kids".

Meanwhile, you were lucky enough to join the arts and culture center as an activities director, meaning you helped out plays and performances as well as acting in them. It wasn't too different from your job in Busan, the only real change is the people you worked with were much younger and around your age, which helped make you feel more comfortable.

bottom line, You and Taehyung were working all the time every day, leaving weekends the only time for you two to be alone. So when he told you he had something planned, you didnt want to question it too much, instead, you wanted to appreciate it.

A while later, you both had hopped into the car, he drove to the unknown destination while you put lipstick on in the overhead mirror of the passenger seat.

"please dont hit the pothole, I want to look good not like a clown" you mumble, lining your lips with the dark red coloring.

Taehyung giggled and looked over, "you do look good, baby, seriously" his hand rested on your thigh.

"did I overdress?" you look at him, "you wont tell me where we are going so I assumed to wear something sort of nice?"

He nodded, "you look amazing, not overdressed, promise"

You trusted his word as you pulled into the parking lot of a restaurant that reserved near a small lake, it really was beautiful, and for someone who grew up near the area, you've never seen or heard of this place before.

The sky became dark as you two walked in, he smiled and made sure to hold your hand, his cologne creating a comforting aroma for you.

"hi! reservation under Kim" he mumbled to the woman as she checked the laptop.

"for 3?" she looked up

"yeah" taehyung glanced at you nervously as you raised a brow.

"three?"

You followed the waitress to a window seat where you were met with your mother sitting, she had a wide grin plastered across her face as she saw both of you two.

"mom?" you giggled, running over to hug her as she sat in her wheelchair

Tae smiled softly as he stood behind you, a hand on your lower back before he hugged your mom too. Once you both sat down, you stared at taehyung waiting for an explanation as to why, although a pleasant surprise, your mother was here on date night.

He cleared his throat, "I just thought we could all use a night to just sit down and eat without having to worry about cooking" he smirked, your mother trying to hold in her giggle as she agreed, "yup"

You seemed confused, you didnt mind cooking a dinner for everyone if she wanted to come over to your house, but you suppose its the thought that counts.

Throughout the meal, you all shared small conversations that seemed casual, other than the fact your mother and taehyung kept sharing similar glances, making you suspicious.

"is there some kind of joke I dont know about?" you suddenly spoke up, pouting as you took a bite of potato.

"no baby, why do you say that?" he asked, reaching to hold your hand

"dunno.." you shrug, looking around.

Taehyung began to grow more nervous and fidgety as the night went on, even more so as you excused yourself to use the restroom.

Your mother put her hand on his back, whispering, "dont be nervous, taehyung, youre giving it away you know" she laughed

Taehyung ran his hands over his face, "ahh I know but...what if she-"

"she loves you, she wouldnt have put up with your shit this long if she hadnt"

"true..." he chuckles , sitting up as you return to your seat.

"lets order dessert" your mother suggested, making you nod and smile

"good idea, do you guys wanna get the ice cream float and we can all share it? its pretty big.."

Taehyung was suddenly too anxious to even speak casually as he looked at you "yeah, sounds good." he spoke flatly, his eyes drawing to the live band that sat across the room you were in. He smiled and got up, walking over to them as you and your mom discussed dessert.

"hello, do you take requests?" he whispered, hopeful.

"we do!" the man cheerfully replied, taking his earpiece out so he could here the young boy. "what would you like to hear?"

Taehyung looked back to make sure you werent paying attetion, "well...um, do you guys think could play this?" he showed him his phone

Return to me, Dean Martin

That song held a certain significance in yours and Taehyungs relationship.

every couple had a song, and that just happened to be yours.

He had a deep love for music from the 50's, constantly playing vinyls throughout the house that echoed most nights as you came through the door after a long work day.

You loved to consider Tae a classical romantic, the kind to make you a cd with all of his oldies on his after you two get into a fight, which he's done before.

Taehyung returned to the table, smiling at the dessert on the table as you lifted the spoon to his mouth, "taste it baby, its so good"

He chuckled, taking the spoon and wiping his lips, "that is good my love"

He reached out to hold your hand over the table as you began talking, your mother couldn't help but tear up at the sight of how much love was budding between her daughter and this boy so obviously.

The current song playing through the restaurant came to an end, and taehyung nervously swallowed his wine, his foot bouncing not going unnoticed to your eye.

The gentle instrument began, alerting you immediately as you stopped mid-convo with your mom to look around, gasping, "tae! its our song! they are playing our song!"

Return to me Oh my dear I'm so lonely

He smiled gently, looking across at you as your face lit up. God, you were so beautiful. "yeah, it is..." he mumbled, eyes only drawn on you.

Hurry back, hurry back Oh my love hurry back I'm yours

you turned to your mom to explain how you and him always hear this song on the radio, like it follows you everywhere.

"lets dance?" he gently nudged your hand, nodding towards the center of the room where much older couples swayed slowly in the dimness.

You blushed, "now..?"

"why not, baby?" he took one last sip of his wine, hoping to gain any courage he could as he stood and grasped your hand, slowly leading you away from the table to the floor.

Your mother pulled her phone out and filmed, if you werent so caught up in taehyung right now you would have noticed her not-so-slick grin.

His hands rested on your hips, pulling him closer as you looked up at him, blushing once more.

"why you always so shy, baby?" he whispered, nudging his nose against yours.

"im not" you reply, giggling

"mm yeah you are"

You shook your head, swaying with him slowly as you rested against his chest. In that moment you heard his heart beating rather quickly.

"why is your heart beating so fast?" you whispered, closing your eyes."

For my heart wants you only Hurry home, hurry home

"is it?" he played dumb, resting his head against yours.

The softly played music and warmness of his body against yours made you almost forget where you were. You didnt care if people stared, you felt so in love in this moment, and almost protested for another song as it came to a close.

Retorna me Cara mia ti amo Solo tu, solo tu, solo tu, solo tu Mio cuore

Taehyung took a deep breath and exhaled, spinning you around slowly as he looked at you, in a way youve never seen before.

"taehyung?"

He smiled gently, the instrumental playing in the back as the floor cleared out.

"Y/N" he whispered, grabbing your hand as he slowly sunk down to one knee. Your heart froze, hand covering your mouth as you immediately caught on.

"y/n"....he looked up at you with eyes so nervous yet hopeful, you wanted to cry out of the amount of love you had in your body for this boy. "I...Ive loved you for so long, you are my other half and have always been. Without you, theres no way I would be here today as the person as I am, you make me a better man, and I cant imagine going a single day without you beside me" he was now crying as he spoke, the entire room watching with careful eyes, "we know eachother better than anyone, and all I want to....all I want to do baby is love, and spoil, and take care of you for the rest of our lives. Let me make you mine, forever, my beautiful girl" he whispered as tears of your own fell.

Suddenly his previous behavior made sense, watching him reach into his back pocket to pull out the small black box.

As a little girl, you dreamed of this moment, the moment someone will love you enough to offer you their life and promise to treat you with care. You began to fear that moment would never come, but now as you stand here with the love of your life, looking at you so passionately with the ring in his hand as he patiently waited for your response,

It was straight out of a fairy tale.

"will you marry me, beautiful? and let me pick apples for you for the rest of time?"

You giggled, wiping away your tears as you nodded quickly, "y-yes, yes! over and over again, yes" you have him stand so you can kiss him, the room erupting in applause as you do so.

He kissed you deeply, pulling away and pressing his forehead to yours, "I love you..."

"I love you too.....so much"

You watched as he slid the ring onto your finger, making everything seem so real. "oh, wow...this is so beautiful" you sniffed, leaning against him as you looked at your hand.

"yeah? you like it baby?" he smiled, kissing your head, "im glad"

You made your way back to the table to hug your mom, who, by the way, was an absolute mess.

"I filmed it all" she spoke, wiping her teary eyes.

"were you behind this, mama?" you giggled, kissing her cheek as she nodded, "you know I always am"

You looked at taehyung as he sat with you two, nodding.

"about a month ago after we moved here, I spoke to your mom about me proposing, and she gave me her blessing under one condition..." he trailed off

"that im here to see it" she finished softly, making you smile sadly.

"oh mama..." you sniff, hugging her again.

Your mothers health has taken a turn for the worse recently, leaving things a lot more difficult for you. Time and life is never a given, so for taehyung to go out of his way to make sure she was here to see such an important moment, knowing how much it means to you, made you love the man even more....if that was possible.

"thank you" you whispered to tae, looking at him with teary eyes.

He wiped them softly, kissing you delicately. "My baby, I love you so much"

Once the night was over, you and Taehyung were sat inside of your house once more.

It felt different, like someone flipped a switch and suddenly life was a lot brighter. You still had your entire future to see, and now taehyung has just promised to be there with you, and to share each beautiful moment. Things could not have been lovelier.

"I cannot wait to be your wife"

"and I cannot wait to be your husband"

You giggle, brushing his hair back with your fingers as your eyes glued onto his, the bed was warm, large blankets covering your bodies.

"I seriously.....dont know what I would have done without you. I never assumed I would marry my best friend" you whisper, thumb brushing his cheek. "Im lucky enough to have known my person my whole life"

He smiled warmly, palm placed on the back of your hand. "we dont have to worry about what ifs, or ever fear being lost again, yeah? I'm never gonna leave you"

You kissed his nose before nuzzling into his neck.

"I adore you...and I cannot wait to see all of the adventures life has in store for us" he mumbled, rubbing your back.

"I cant wait either....i just hope everything goes smoothly"

"oh things will be crazy, we attract crazy" he teased, earning a laugh from you, "but we can handle it.....we always do."

"yeah, we do" you whisper, looking down at the shiny ring that now sat proudly on your finger.

it symbolized a new chapter in your life, and God, you were so ready to enter it headfirst with Taehyung. Through thick and thin, you were his.

Let the story begin.

A/N-

AHHHH im kind of sad this is over, I apologize if this is rather short, but I wanted to keep it quick and sweet because I didnt want to add too much plot into the finale. There will be a drabble series following their life coming soon, I already planned it out and im so excited for it! Thanks again to my amazing followers who read my chapters weekly and support me, I love you all so much and I hope we can all have this experience with future works I put out.

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[bbakizz]

sleeping with the enemy by tv girl

soukoku

i could explain how each and every line is exactly like them but im eating rn

okay im done eating ill explain it now!!

okay so obviously the 'enemy' is chuuya because dazai works w the agency n chuuya works w the mafia. so yeah dont go sleeping with him!!!

'i know we said we be true' they expected that their partnership would last until they died [till death due us part theyr literally married], unfortunately it did not :(

'i know you're stranded in the forest if you don't, abandoned if you do' my interpretation of this is that if chuuya was to stay with the mafia, he'd be stranded in the forest [after the battle with lovecraft] and if he joined dazai, he'd be abandoned by his family [the mafia] for a second time.

dont go sleeping with the enemy!!! its a very bad idea!!!!!

erm im not sure about 'if my imagination is getting ahead of me' and 'then let it be known that i can't make it alone' but im sure someone can think of something???

'so get down and stay perfectly still' reminds me of that scene in stormbringer just after adam esplodes guivre and he reawakens where dazai tells chuuya to keep his head down bc guivre reacts to emotions.

'bite down on your cyanide pill' dead apple.

'there's things that you swore you'd never do but you will with the enemy' i like to think of this as dazai not acting like the average teenager when he was in the mafia because he needs to appear emotionless [this was taught to him because of one, mori ougai] to be a successful mafioso, but he would act like a normal teen whenever he was with chuuya.

once again, DONT GO SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY!!!!!!

'then everybody gets to be a hero' no fucking clue, but it could have something to do with the fact that oda showed dazai the light and chuuya cudv been shown the light [murase :((] so they both wudv been ""heroes""

'can ya hear me, are you alive? do you know that there's a war?' chuuya talking to dazai when he was inside that,,, weird circle ability thing during dead apple.

im not gonna say it again, i think you get the point.

'dont forget that we were comrades till the end' call back to earlier w the whole 'till death do us part, we'll always be partners' thing. they were comrades till the end :(((

'they only wanna make love but this is war' they were born extremely unlucky. its like they were doomed to be on opposite sides. fate is like "yeah, yall gotta meet again!!!" but they keep meeting when theyr on opposing sides.

'and the good guys always win' i like this bit cus the 'good guys' are the agency and i want them to always win. but i dont want all the mafia members to die because that isnt exactly a win. anyways, the agency always win cus theyr the good guys.

LAST BIT!!! [this took longer than anticipated]

'so dont kick while we're dragging you home' could be like, when they first meet at fifteen i bet chuuya was pissy as hell when they were 'dragging him home' [first bringing him back to the mafia after the sheeps betrayal]. theres probably a better explanation than that but im a little dumb.

'quietly reciting your loyalty oath' maybe this could be chuuya reciting his loyalty oath to the mafia, whether it be during stormbringer, where he was planning to ditch the mafia after learning about his past, or after dazai defected, he was probably suspected of aiding his escape n all that shit, so he was reciting his oath, and trying to convince the mafia that they were more important to him than dazai was. [hes trying very hard to convince himself thats true]

'knife at your throat uncomfortably close to the enemy' gee, i wonder. could there be a moment detrimental to soukoku history, where one has a knife at the others throat, and they are, consequently, 'uncomfortably close'? not ringing any bells?

OKAY IM DONE NOW. case in point, soukoku is very tv girl coded and they both mean a lot to me.

[madsworld15]

Stop Trying to make Buddie a thing! It's not gonna happen! The show said so many times its not gonna happen, stop referring to people who dont ship buddie as mentally ill, its rude and not true, not everyone has to ship the way you ship, stop telling people 2 men just cant be friends, men can have male friends and not be gay. stop harassing the writers, creators and actors of 911 into giving you Buddie, its not going to happen. If you want Buddie write fan fiction, and stop accusing them of queerbaiting, not everything is queerbaiting, we get it you want representation, you have plenty of it on TV, including 911, not everyone has to Bi or Gay, I am sorry you feel like there is not enough of it on TV. YOu alll need to learn to get over it and either stop watching the show or just move on and realize BUDDIE IS NOT A THING! Also your apple podcast rating is 2.5 and I wonder why!

I normally don’t respond to these kinds of asks, but you know what I feel this needs to be addressed.

Your first point, I never called anyone mentally ill for not shipping Buddie. I’m not sure where you got that information. Everyone is more than welcome to ship what they ship.

Secondly, Tim Minear is not a reliable resource on what will or won’t eventually happen on the show. Before Buck’s bisexual awakening in 7x04 he adamantly stated that Buck and Eddie weren’t queer. He’s a politician. He knows how to say the right things to keep the most people happy without giving them too high an expectation. Aside from that “the show” used to be run by Fox who strongly limited what people could or couldn’t say.

Also, to that end for the longest time this show did feel like it was queerbaiting because of the intentionality behind every moment Buck and Eddie shared. Now I can gladly say I was wrong and it was just a long game set up for Buck’s coming out.

Third, there is not nearly enough representation in the world if I’m still getting angry asks like this all the time. Until people can be kind to one another and stop asking “why does it always have to be gay?” Then we will never have enough representation.

Finally, I don’t care what my rating is on Apple Podcast. I do my podcast to have an outlet with my friends to talk about a show we love.

Buck will forever be canonically bisexual. Stay mad.

[beansnsoup]

Nikko x fem reader

The reader is leias sister there very quiet and moves like a shadow they dont like to socialize mostly speaking in a word or sentence or two that is till the summer her sister wanted to stay at there grandparents the reader didn't want to stay but her parents said it be good for her to socialize with normal people instead of just them so after a week of almost giving red and kitty heart attacks after showing out of nowhere they send her to the basement for some much needed socialization with people her own age much to her and Leias annoyance that's when she meets Nikki the only one there person with some sense in that basement in the readers opinion the two start to talk and the reader develops a cush fast on Nikki but knowing she has a bf hides it and avoids the basement and Nikki like the flu until the end of summer where the two talk after Leia talks to her other friends

Ty for giving me sm to go off of!

Cruel Summer With You

Nikki x fem!reader

fandom- That 90s Show

Summary- You very quiet and composed, not that you didn't want to be social, you just hadn't found the right people, or person.

Warnings- fluff, angst?, self-doubt, og storyline might be a little rewritten for the plot I'm going for, lmk if there is anything else

Note- Originally, I was going to title this bad idea, like the girl in red song, then I wrote a line with cruel summer in it and i was like 'light bulb' and changed the title.

You sat on the couch, catching up on your Saturday morning cartoons, it was really like every other morning. You never had any plans, and if you ever made any, you made them on slow days when the public didn't want to go out. Yet, it was the start of Summer, so everyone was out and about, you chose to stay inside your own amazing home to avoid any sort of danger, that was your common excuse.

All of the sudden your mom comes into the living room and turns down the volume of the TV, you throw your hands up and look up at her offended. Leia walks up next to her, smiling, what has she done?

"How do you feel about doing to Grandma and Grandpas for the summer?" Your mom starts off, Leia starts mouthing for you to say yes. You loved your grandparents, but you knew why your mom was asking you, her and your dad thought you didn't get out enough and needed some social encounters that weren't just family.

"I'm not too keen on the idea..." You replied, sitting up from your position, Leia sighed, "C'mon! We could live a summer like all those teens in the movies that go around doing stuff with their friends and go to parties." Your mom looked at her, "Not like we're going to be doing partying, drinking, and drugs..." Leia laughed nervously and quickly looked away from her mom.

"Well, Leia has asked us if you both could stay there for the summer, and me and your dad think it seems great," As if on que, your dad walks into the room, "We think it'll be good for you Y/N, for you to, I don't know, live a little." He adds, you look down at your feet, you hate how they all cornered you in this situation, it wasn't fair.

"I guess."

Leia smiled, hugged you, and then quickly ran upstairs to start packing, "We'll start heading there tomorrow, get packed please." Your mom informed you as she kissed your forehead. You grabbed the remote and turned the TV back up, this was going to be a very cruel summer.

-

You grabbed your bags and walk downstairs to the car; you stuff it in the trunk with Leias stuff and get in with them. You pull out your Walkman and put in you Nirvana cassette, they were the only band that didn't back stab you with a bad album or song, except Fiona Apple, but she isn't a band.

You finally reach your grandparents house, your parents hop out of the car, your mom starts grabbing stuff while your dad just heads inside. Leia gets out and follows him in, you grab my bags so your mom doesn't have to carry as much.

Your grandma takes her attention away from Eric, "My girls!" She runs to hug you both, giving you both kisses, "I baked some cookies, your both welcome to as many as you like." She tells you both, you follow Leia to the kitchen, grabbing one of Grandma Kitty's famous chocolate chip cookies and stuffing it in your mouth, it was just what you needed after that 3 and a half hour drive.

"I'm gonna go shoot some hoops." Leia tells you, running to grab her ball from the living room, then running straight back to the kitchen. You were better inside, you sat down at the table, later joined by you Grandpa Red, he grabbed the paper that was sat next you.

"So you're both staying for the summer?" He asks you, you just nod as a reply, he let's out a huff, "You won't have to worry about me, grandpa." You knew exactly what he was huffing about. He's always complained about how terrible your dad was in his teens, especially during the summer when he was joined by all his friends.

"And why's that?"

"I'm not planning of loly gagging this summer, I need to catch up on summer reading. Leia, on the other hand, wants the full Point Place experience."

He sighs, patting you on the shoulder, "Help me out with her, I don't want any more kids filling up my basement."

-

"You can use our basement as much as you want!"

"Kitty!"

"Thank you grandma!"

Leia drags you downstairs to the basement, "This is going to be awesome. Think of all the hang outs we can have down here, they boys." The last part made her smile, but it made you cringe. You've never had any romantic feeling towards anyone, you just never found your person you guessed, that's what people you tell you when you didn't have a date for the school dances.

You sat yourself down on the couch with the box of record you found in the corner, they were all your dads, you only figured that out due to his name being written on the cover of most of them. You were about to put on the Queen album you found until a group of people burst through the door.

Wonderful.

"Woah, who's this?" A guy with a short middle part asks Leia, "My sister," She's cut off by another girl, "leave her be Jay." He threw his arms up in surrender and walked off to sit on the arm of the couch. You look over in the direction of the person that literally saved your life to find probably the prettiest girl you've ever seen.

She's wearing a pink outfit, has a perm, and a crazy beautiful smile. She sends you a wink before sitting down next to a bigger boy with fluffy hair, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Once they're all occupied you sneak your way upstairs trying not to get noticed, and thankfully nobody did.

You walk upstairs to the spare bedroom that used to be you Aunt Loris, you could tell by the way it was decorated, she still had most of her stuff here too, mainly skimpy sets. You made sure to change the sheets when you came to their place, even though you grandma insisted that she washed her and your dads' sheets before the two of you got here.

You plop down on the bed, you're practically sulking, this summer had already gotten invaded by a bunch of lunatics, well, except for her. She saved you from getting viciously flirted with by the weird guy you sister seemed to be weirdly warming up to.

You honestly couldn't stop thinking about her, but you knew talking to her was out of the question. Staying locked up in you aunts old room seemed like a better summer than you embarrassing yourself in front of a freaking goddess.

-

It had been about a week or two since you've been staying with your grandparents, and honestly it was growing on you, Point Place wasn't terrible if you knew what you were doing. You went downstairs to make yourself a sandwich, you hadn't eaten anything all day and the hunger was making you go insane. You opened the fridge causing you Grandma to jump and swing a punch, thankfully it only ran into your hair,

"Oh, my Lord, Y/N! You need to stop doing that!"

"Doing what? I'm not scaring you guys on purpose."

"Your grandpa nearly assaulted you with a beer bottle yesterday, dear, I think you need something else to keep you occupied, sometimes we forget you're here."

No matter how much that stung you knew she was right, you had barely seen them, and the only time you did it was kind like a surprise party for them. You were scared your grandpa was going to die from a heart attack one afternoon due to you "sneaking" up on him.

She hands you a bag of chips and send you down to the basement, "Talk to them dear, you might like them."

You walk down the steps, they're all laughing, sitting on the couch while watching cartoons. You hand Leia the bag and sit next to her, they go silent for a bit until Leia breaks it, "Guys, this is my sister, Y/N." Then she begins to point everyone out, "That's Gwen, her brother Nate, there our neighbors. That's Nates girlfriend, Nikki, him over there, that's Ozzie, and him, he's Jay." They all wave at you as their name is called while you just smile back.

"So," Gwen begins, "Why haven't you come down here before?"

"Just been busy."

"During the summer?" Nate asks you, Nikki slaps his arm,

"Some schools do that type of messed up stuff, I'm being trampled in college stuff right now."

You smile at her, turning to face the TV, everyone else follows suit and starts what they were doing before you came in. You glance over to Leia who looks a little irritated, you wait until later in the night for everyone to leave to ask her why though, not wanting to cause a scene.

First Ozzie left, then Jay, Nate and Gwen got called home, but Nikki said she'd meet him there later. Leia left the two of you alone to go throw away the trash and rinse the dishes from earlier in the evening.

"So, how are you liking Point Place?" Nikki asks you, all you can do is shrug, you feel like you heart rate has gone up to 5000 BPM. She lets out a giggle, "Cmon! there has to be something."

"To be honest with you," you start, "I haven't really explored it, I've just been stuck up in my aunts old room reading things for school, snooping through her stuff, and when Leia is out or down here with you guys, I snoop through my dad's stuff since she's in his room."

Wow. That's the most you've ever talked to a person that isn't your family, you barely know this girl, but you want to tell her all of your deepest secrets.

"How about this? I'll tell Nate I have a study group tomorrow but instead I'm taking you out to tour the best spots in town." She offers.

"You'd do that for me?"

"Duh! You seem awesome, you just need to get a little out of your comfort zone." She checks her watch, "Oops, gotta run, I need to run to Nates to tell him about my study group, and he's my ride home."

She starts to run off but stops and turns back around, she grabs a pen off the side table and runs over to you, "Write your number on my hand so you'll know when to be ready tomorrow." And you do just that, but instead it's your grandparents house phone number.

-

You walk outside to find Nikki waiting for you in her car. You didn't tell your grandparents or Leia that you'd be going out today, it's not like they noticed you when you were home.

"Hey, good looking." She greets you,

"Hey." That's all you could muster out,

She starts by driving you to The Hub, the both of you go in and get an ice cream to share, and if you're being honest, it was the best ice cream you've ever had. Maybe it was because you were sharing it with someone that you felt genuinely comfortable with.

You both head out side back to her car, she starts driving you to the woods,

"Is this the part where you kill me?" You ask her, she laughs at your joke that you personally thought wasn't that funny, but hearing her laugh at somthing you said felt nice.

"Nope. I'm taking you to the famous water tower, don't fall down though, I don't want my family to get sued."

You smile and nod. You both hop out of the car; she grabs your hand to aid you to the direction of the tower. You feel your face lose feeling and your stomach drops, honestly, you've never felt this way before about a person, it was weird.

She starts to climb up the water tower and you follow her up the ladder when there's a comfortable distance.

"Isn't just a perfect view?" She asks you,

You're looking off into the distance, then you look over to her, "Yeah, it is."

You both sit there in comfortable silence, nothing could ruin this moment, you look over to her again after a few minutes, she's distracted by the wind causing the trees to move in a gorgeous motion. Then it hit you,

You've never had any interest in getting a boyfriend, Leia talked about it all the time, it always made you have nasty taste in your mouth.

Maybe boys didn't spark your interest because of girls were what you always wanted, you just never figured it out yet, if you're being honest, you always had a sort of crush on Jasmine while your sister was fawning over Aladdin.

Nikki was your Jasmine.

You quickly looked back towards the trees, hoping she didn't catch you staring.

-

"Are you going to go down today?" Your grandma asked you, you shook you head. She put her hand up to your forehead to check for a fever then kissed the top of your head, "Just let me know if you need anything, okay?" You nodded.

She walked out of your "bedroom," leaving you to wallow in pity all by yourself. Was something wrong with your mindset or something? Why were you feeling this way, it felt wrong, but you knew that it was right and would make you happy in your mind.

The only problem was that Nikki probably didn't have this same "mindset," not only that, but she had a boyfriend. You didn't want to be a homewrecker, especially to someone you've grown so close to. You hated avoiding her and everyone else, but you didn't know what else to do.

This is not how you wanted to spend the last 2 weeks in Point Place, yet you knew you couldn't bring yourself to go down to that basement and look at her. Not that she was a bad person and spread a rumor about you, you just didn't think you could hide your feelings well in front of her and everyone else.

Your mom had called later that day, you guessed that your grandma told her, "I really hope you get better hun, that really sucks." You mumble a "Mhmm" into the phone as you stare off through the window, you catch a glimpse of Nikki and Nate leaving, your mom starts talking again you can't help but accidently tune her out.

His arm is around her waist, he's holding her close to him tightly. You couldn't help but wish that was you, she's laughing at him and pushing him away as he smothers kisses all over her face. Then she looks up to your window, you feel your heartbeat speed up and your stomach drop.

She smiles and waves at your window, you send a lazy wave back, she blows you a kiss before walking away with Nate over to his house.

"Y/N?" Your mom says, knocking you out of your trance, you were hoping that she wasn't doing that for a while, "Yeah, Sorry."

"I should let you go, you probably need some sleep."

You both exchange your goodbyes, and you hang up the phone, putting it back on the receiver.

You didn't know how long you could keep this going.

-

It was the last day of summer break, honestly it wasn't as bad as you thought it would be. Everyone is saying their goodbyes, mainly to Leia, you're just inspecting. Nikki comes up to you, "Can we talk?" Your face loses feeling while you nod, you feel like you're going to throw up.

She drags you behind your grandpa's garage, "I just want to let you know I had a great time this summer, hanging out with you though, may've been my favorite."

You smile, "Mine too, I'm sorry I was so distant, I was just figuring things out." You hated how this was most likely going to be the two of yours last interaction.

You don't really know what to say after that if you're being honest, she looks like she's examining you.

"Can I kiss you?" She asks you, you nod fast, this was your first kiss.

It was warm and it felt comforting in a way, it couldn't have been better. She pulls back, "Oh my God."

"What? I'm sorry." You instantly apologize,

"No. It's all good." She pulls out a pen and writes her number on your hand, "Call me."

You nod.

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OMGG this took literally forever, i hope you guys like it! Some of it is kind based on my struggle with identity, but instead of Jasmine it was Ursula, Mulan, Roxxane from the goofy movie.