#in a true Stan Lee fashion

[hughungrybear]

In true BBS tradition, P'Aof changes his Twitter profile pic 😂😂😂

#my school president #my school president ep 10 #in a true Stan Lee fashion #aof noppharnach #cameos

[moonjxsung]

GIRL THE BINNIE THOUGHTS ARE STRONG

Like changbin just gives me the BIGGEST boy best friend vibes..

Sfw side he would go shopping with you, video games with you...yall literally do everything together, late night walks, your shoulder to cry on at wtf o'clock, you'd pull pranks on each other ALL the fucking time, he'd 10/10 always sleep over at your place bc it got too late and he'd take the couch to give you space. But then one night he finds himself in your bed bc "It's comfier" and he just refuses to leave and so do you (it's your before anyway) so now you just have this arrangement of going to sleep in your bed together and no one bats an eye....until the feelings develop

NOW THIS IS UP TO INTERPRETATION

but nsfw binnie would either slowly start getting more touchy and grabbed with you, lingering hands and lingering looks, if yall went clubbing he'd be pulling you closer and chasing other guys away by "mistake"....guess too many guys didn't like him around and thought he was your boyfriend...not his fault though....

NOW I SEE THIS GOING 2 WAYS

1. You get into an argument with him for always cockblocking you and he quips back with "because it should be me fucking you instead"

Or 2. The cliche movie night with your best boy and yall get extra cuddly until he's pulling you into his lap and grabbing your ass and tips while grinding up into you, please touch him he's been waiting so long AAH OKAY CLEARLY THIS IS MY FAVOURITE THOUGHT 🤣 like idk how buff this man is he's the biggest babie but uses his strength against you so much and is so cocky about how dumb you (me) go for him 🤣

Despite being the ultimate lee know stan binnie is my biggest wrecker and I brain rot over him so much

Pic for....brain food? 🤣

OHHHH MY GOSH BESTIE…… I hope you know I LITERALLY just queued this in my requests for a oneshot bc ??? HELLO???? The part about the bed PLEASEEEEE it would start so platonic too!! Like he would be so cute in his little pajamas whining about how “your apartment’s too cold☹️” so he’d make a literal NEST with your pillows and blankets and the two of you would be giggling so hard and it would just become an everyday thing somehow 🥺 and then at some point he showers at your place after the gym and comes out shirtless and you’re like??? 🫣 And he’s SO into teasing you about his muscles “go on, you can touch them if you want…” and even though you guys are still friends at this point- the sexual!! Tension!!!! At some point you start getting jealous of him bringing up random girls when he’s talking and he gets even more teasing about it “aww are you jealous or something? If you wanted me all along you could’ve just said that” but you’re so stubborn and headstrong that’s it’s always “NO I just don’t like her, duh”. And then it snowballs until he’s the one getting jealous… someone getting a little too close to you at the club, someone asking for your number when the two of you are out together. And at some point, you deny him the chance to stay the night because you’re completely set on bringing home someone from the club “Changbin, you can’t really stay the night tonight…” and with a gesture to the sleazy guy you’re all over he gets LIVID at the thought of someone else fucking you in your bed, in the spot he usually occupies. So he makes a scene, in true Changbin fashion, and he’s loud and rude and you’re angry that he’s cockblocking you like this when he’s always bringing up random girls and talking about all of his sexual endeavors?? Cue to crying in a taxi on the way home and yelling at him in your apartment. Where he completely shuts you up with a kiss and fucks the shit out of you in your bed, beside your little collection of plushies and pillows he’s so kindly gathered for you. Railing you into the mattress until you’re a drooly whimpering mess “is this what you want? Why didn’t you say something earlier? God you take me so well, baby, it’s always meant to be us. Now be a good girl and give me another one.”

Anyways. All this is to say I agree and Changbin request lined up. Ty bestie 🤭🫶 ILYYY

#I NEED HIM #ask #request #changbin #skz smut #stray kids #skz #stray kids hard hours #CHANGBIN ONE CHANCE PLEASE #the cockiness would be so hot ugh #the tension leading up to the sex… would be unreal

[whitegownsandflowercrowns]

The Characters of 2023

It’s time to talk about…The Characters™️. They shall be graded on a scale of “get behind me” to “I’m getting behind you”

HONORABLE MENTIONS:

Belinda (The White Lotus)

The only unambiguously decent person at the resort (who stayed longer than an episode, sorry Lani) and just the absolute best who deserved better. GIVE HER HER OWN WELLNESS CENTER GODDAMMIT. Scale: GET BEHIND ME

Ellie Williams (The Last Of Us)

Precious, hilarious and ferocious.

SCALE: While I could technically get behind her, I’ll have her get behind me in order to spare her trauma.

Misty Quigley (Yellowjackets)

She has never done anything wrong in her entire life (she has committed multiple murders and was a horrible person even before the plane crashed). But it’s fine, we love her anyways.

SCALE: I’m getting behind her 100%.

TOP 10

10. Quinni Gallagher-Jones (Heartbreak High)

Deserves better, the sweetest, I love her so much.

SCALE: GET BEHIND ME

9. Peter Gordon (The Power Of The Dog)

The second that Tumblr discovers this movie (highly recommend by the way) it’s all over. I need people to join me in understanding the power of Peter Gordon.

SCALE: I’m getting behind him. Easy.

8. Laura Palmer (Twin Peaks)

Absolutely tragic, could have been saved by listening to Preacher’s Daughter, has the best theme. Of course I love her.

SCALE: GET. BEHIND. ME.

7. Dale Cooper (Twin Peaks)

Fictional husband. Absolute king. Get this man a cup of coffee immediately.

SCALE: He’s an FBI agent, so I should probably get behind him.

6. Armond (The White Lotus)

An icon, a legend, and the moment. No one is doing it like him, and no one will ever do it like him again.

SCALE: Honestly we’re probably on the same level. We’ll fight Shane together.

5. Mrs. Lovett (Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street)

Served (both literally and figuratively) at unprecedented levels. Absolutely horrendous in the most amazing way. I am a stan forever.

SCALE: Probably getting behind her.

4. India Stoker (Stoker)

She has the best fashion sense and was always true to herself (even if true to herself meant…well, the movie). Love her.

SCALE: I’m getting behind her.

3. Laura Lee (Yellowjackets)

The human embodiment of Sun Bleached Flies. Sweet sweet girl, was not built to survive Yellowjackets and deserved better.

SCALE: GET BEHIND ME. DON’T GO ON THE PLANE.

2. Alicent Hightower (House of the Dragon)

Come season 2, everyone has their (genuinely awful) character that they will be defending to the death. She is mine. Do not come to me with Alicent slander; I will justify it.

SCALE: Young her needs to get behind me, older her and I are probably on the same level.

Helaena Targaryen

Who else? Love absolutely everything about her. I’m dreading Season 2, but in my mind she’s away from King’s Landing, happy and safe with her babies. She is The Character.

SCALE: GET BEHIND ME, I WILL BE SEEING THE REST OF THE CAST IN COURT

#the character ever #my favorite characters #belinda the white lotus #ellie williams #misty quigley #quinni gallagher jones #peter gordon #laura palmer #dale cooper #armond the white lotus #mrs lovett #india stoker #laura lee #alicent hightower #helaena targaryen #the white lotus #the last of us #yellowjackets #heartbreak high #the power of the dog #twin peaks #sweeney todd #stoker 2013 #house of the dragon #whitegownsandflowercrowns 2023 media wrapup

[waterfire1848]

Dear person, youre on fire I freaking love your Azula / Azutara posts! Funny, adorable, angsty headcannons go!!!

Here's a few Azula prompts / questions. You don't have to answer (any or all) just throwing them out there if you want XD:

Azula (and Azutara) stans, what are some headcannons:

-Azula's humour?

-Azula big-time nerd? (Sokka friendship?)

-Azula raised as a soldier in a hardcore military family / environment?

-Azula growing up basically surrounded just by old people? (Lo and Li? Her vocabulary? Hobbies? Mannerisms?)

-Socially awkward Azula? (We know she can talk smooth as a lawyer and schools adults twice her age, but let her talk casually with people her age... its gonna be bad. The Gaang and or Mai and Tylees reactions lmao)

-Azula's friendship with Mai and Tylee? (Outside of the toxic time where they were all forced into the war pls)

LOVE your blog, your posts make my day.

❤🍎

Thanks for the ask!

Thank you so much! I’ve been having such a bad day and this really helped!

I will always answer Azula/Azutara prompts and headcanons.

- (Azula’s humor) Azula has a different style of humor I think. She lived her life in a military setting with Ozai as a dad so I wouldn’t be surprised if she thinks things like falling on your face are hilarious. Remember when Zuko laughed at the pirates getting their ship stole? That would be Azula’s whole sense of humor.

- (Azula big time nerd) 100%. She was just never allowed to show it because of Ozai, but after the war she infodumps about her latest mystery novel to anyone who will listen. While she healing a lot of that falls to Katara.

( Azula raised as a soldier in a hardcore military family / environment) - This could actually make an interesting modern AU now that I think about it, but it's still true. She grew up under her father's belief that she was going to be the next Firelord so she had to know military strategy, how to move troops, how to talk with enemies or other military leaders, etc. She and Sokka would be best friends after the war.

(Azula growing up basically surrounded just by old people? (Lo and Li? Her vocabulary? Hobbies? Mannerisms?)) Would this mean that she knows all the slang Aang uses. Like everyone else is confused when Aang says words like hotman and hotwoman but Azula responds correctly and confuses everyone. She might have a secret hobby that relates to her spending time with Lo and Li (I don't know what though).

Socially awkward Azula? I was just talking to @akiizayoi4869 about this! Katara, Suki and Toph would be shocked by Azula's lack of social understanding, but eventually (after laughing) they'd help. They would also be the ones to suggest Azula might be bad at flirting with guys because she likes girls (a relatively new concept to Azula, Mai and Ty Lee because they grew up in a nation where that's outlawed). Extending on that, Azula also doesn't know how to do some simply things like putting her hair up. Katara and Suki teach her how to do it in Water Tribe and Earth Kingdom fashion and Ty Lee teaches her the top knot.

Azula's friendship with Mai and Tylee? Since you specified outside the war....they do reconcile after Azula starts receiving treatment. At first she yells at them and doesn't even believe they're there, but after a few visits they start talking. Ty Lee is the first person who gets Azula to actually laugh. When Azula returns to the palace, Mai is waiting for her with cherry mochi. When Izumi is born, Azula is the first one (even before Iroh) who gets to hold her.

I'm so happy to hear that! I'm not kidding when I say that this really made my day. Thank you!

#ask #azula #azutara #ozai #zuko #sokka #aang #katara #suki #toph beifong #mai #ty lee #izumi #iroh

[rowrowknowa]

ABOUT ME :D

Basics

✮ name - you can just call me E

✮ age - 23

✮zodiac - can you guess?

✮ gender - i use she/her pronouns, but don't mind being referred to with they/them and use of pretty much any gendered words (bro, dude, man, boss buddy, sis, girl, etc) doesn't bother me [[[dont call me sis if ur not black tho]]]

✮ mbti - ENFP-A consistently for the past 6 years (was INTP-T in HS)

✮ studies - huge into science ask me what kind; i also like music theory/history, art history, philosophy

Interests

✮ games - nintendo fan (no matter how much they piss me off). love pokemon, fire emblem (obsessed with fe3h), zelda, animal crossing etc. HUGE sonic the hedgehog fan

✮ anime - too many to make an exhaustive list without forgetting some. obviously my favorite is One Piece (i think my favorite show in general). i started watching it when i was like 4 with the 4kidz dub and here i am almost 20 years later still going oda and i locked in fr. also love attack on titan, naruto, death note, fairy tail, jjk, knb, hxh, black butler and so many more this is stressing me out trying to think of what ive watched so im gonna stop... ask me about what i've watched lets yap

✮ non-anime shows - gotta big ups to ATLA a modern masterpiece of western artistry. don't ask me about the live action bc i don't wanna talk about it. same deal here i cant think of all of them without short circuiting but top of mind i LOVE the good place, scandal, htgawm, grey's anatomy (before it crashed out), bridgerton, BREAKING BAD (not caught up in better call saul), superstore, vincenzo, crash landing on you, goblin, anything with gong yoo and/or lee dong wok in it tbh, strangers from hell, bad and crazy, attorney woo

✮ used to be super into marvel and the mcu (and i know thats a thing people say but it was so so bad for me) but its not what it used to be and also i think i started outgrowing it once my media literacy improved its ties to military propaganda couldn't be ignored lmao (also sabra being in the mcu is sosososo crazy) .. some of the comics still bang tho i wont lie

✮ music - not to be one of those "oh i listen to everything" people as a cop out but i truly do listen to so much disparate types of music *insert laugh crying emojis* but my overall favorite genre is jazz, i love 70s-00s black american music so much (i was a 9 year old motown stan it was so serious to me), love afrobeats, amapiano, baile funk, r&b, rap (meg thee stallion is literally my wifey), pop, country, classical, VIDEO GAME OSTS (in true sega stan fashion) -- recommend me your favorite song!

✮ kpop - a separate bullet because i know where the overlap in interests comes in lmao. honestly ive fallen back from kpop a bit, not as into it as i was like even 6 months ago but groups that i still actively follow and listen to are ateez (ot8 but strong swing for mingi) and nct. also know alot about bts, txt, seventeen, exo, and shinee if you ever want to chat about them, but i listen to mostly individual songs from them and other groups and don't follow their releases

Where is E in *insert work here*?

✮ pls i hate all spoilers but these are the ones i strongly care about pls take note pls :(

One Piece: ep. 1031 ... i avoid catching up because i get sad when there's no more to watch

FE3H: Finished Golden Deer and Blue Lions, please don't tell me anything about the Black Eagle story line

[leejungchans]

— juliet on kingdom (episode 7).

juliet’s masterlist

from may 13’s episode

note: read the tweets from the bottom up 💕 keep in mind that this contains spoilers in case you want to watch the episode first :3 more under the cut bc this gets LONG ahjdhwjd 😔

— juliet’s outfit;

disclaimer: the blurring of faces in my outfit collages is in no way meant as a form of disrespect, the sole purpose is to put the focus on the hairstyle and there is absolutely no ill intent. thank you for understanding!!

so everyone really kinda freaked out last episode

bc they didn’t see juliet in the previews for the unit stages

she wasn’t with jongho, eunkwang and seungmin

nor was she with 3racha and joong

so that would leave the performance unit right??

atinys were desperately zooming into screenshots of the performance unit stage for any sign of our girl

and found nothing :(

even in the preview that came after the first one, she was nowhere to be seen 😔

eventually some people started theorising if it was bc mnet didn’t let her participate for whatever reason

and the truth is...drumroll please 🥁

SURPRISE

the boys sent her to be in the rap unit with joong 😋😋

mnet just didn’t show her scenes in the first two previews (like they did with minhyuk)

but she was in the previews where they went to jyp 🥺🥺

she was paired up with jisung for the 120-second interview :3

just two shy besties uwu

“why? why are you laughing?” jisung whines, “and right after you looked at my face too!”

juliet continues to laugh, hiding the lower half of her face behind her hands. “sorry, sorry, i’m not laughing at you, i promise!” she says between giggles, “i just didn’t expect us to be so nervous.”

“ah, i get shy around new people, more than what people would expect. so that’s kinda why i’m a bit awkward right now.”

“i’m like that too, but i thought we became closer friends during the sports day filming! i’m hurt!” she says, placing a hand over her heart.

“no, no, no!” jisung defends, waving his hands frantically, “we did! i’m still shy, i guess.”

“not shy, not me!” juliet sings in response, doing the hand movement in the choreography of itzy’s song.

stunned into silence by the sudden reference of his label-mates, jisung blinks at her owlishly before a loud ‘pft’ sound emits from both of them, and they dissolve into giggles once more.

“okay, okay,” she says, sobering up a little after a few seconds. “we need to do this seriously. no more being awkward! awkward is just a mindset.”

jisung’s eyes widen. “woah, you’re right. we won’t feel awkward if we just tell ourselves that we’re being cool.”

she nods approvingly. “exactly. we are cool.”

“okay then, let’s go!” he shouts enthusiastically, earning muffled snickers from the other members who are sitting off-screen.

juliet and jisung go quiet again from his outburst. she even tried to bite the inside of her cheek to stifle any laughter, but her efforts are futile as they both promptly collapse to the ground in a fit of giggles.

“i-i don’t think we can do this,” juliet wheezes to the cameras, clutching her stomach as tears gather in the corners of her eyes. beside her, jisung isn’t faring any better as he attempts to catch his breath.

off-screen, changbin playfully complains, “yah! what are you two doing? you’re supposed to be doing an interview!”

when she entered the jyp café with joong and minhyuk 3racha was like omg hiiiiiii

no one was happier than chan to see her 🥺

AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE OI OI OI

3racha made her, joong and minhyuk sing their orders 💀💀

minhyuk: juliet your ears are so red lmao

juliet: [quickly untucks her hair so it covers her ears] do i really have to do this? 😭😭

chan: yes you do bestie 🤩

“[sighs] americanoooo~ joha joha~”

hongjoong: [cringes but also uwu bc she’s his baby]

3racha: kqjejwjdnsj awwww

minhyuk: ohhhhh~ cuteeee

smh juliet stop (unintentionally) collecting men 😔

okay but changbin treated them all with his jyp artist points 🥺🥺🥺 changbin best boy

juliet, to chan: i’ll come next time to use up your points 😼

minhyuk: me too!! juliet let’s go together!!!

yeah she malfunctioned for a second bc The™️ lee minhyuk just said that and he was her celebrity crush for the longest time pls

she is the most successful melody 😔

she was so excited when they all went to chan’s studio

“ohhhHhh so this is the famous chan’s room 😼 honoured to be here mate”

pls they named themselves 6racha and were literally just having a blast in the studio 😭😭😭

minhyuk: your voice sounds so different when you rap!!

juliet: really? 😅😅 i didn’t really notice

minhyuk: yeah it’s cool :]

okay but when they went to jypbob for lunch

she was so amazed by all the food

“😮😮😮 THIS ALL LOOKS SO GOOD WTF”

the Jeekies™️ making their debut on national tv

yes both jisung’s and juliet’s 🥰🥰

she was so shy when the others in mayfly came to watch rap unit’s rehearsal 😭😭😭

also everyone in the mayfly vocal and dance units went ❓❓❓ where is juliet????? shouldn’t she be here??????

felix: where’s my bestie :(

no lixliet for the unit stages 💔

wooyoung/jongho: oh she’s in the rap unit :D

“WDYM SHE’S IN THE RAP UNIT??????”

okay but as much of a power move this is, she was also so so so nervous

like, the most nervous she’s ever been on kingdom

bc she’s going to be performing with so many incredible rappers, juliet knows that she really has to give it her all to keep up with them

so she was Big Stressed™️ and not in a fun way

it was more of a “oh god what if i’m way too far behind and the difference in skill is so obvious that i cost our groups points????” way

but in true queen fashion, she definitely killed it during rehearsals and everyone in the unit reassured her that she had nothing to worry about 🥺🥺

move over round 2 juliet bc if you thought that was the last we’d see of rapper juliet, you have a big storm coming 😼😼

she rapped with hongjoong before he joined changbin, then rejoined the performance to rap with chan!!

aussie line stans are well fed ✨✨

girlie was collecting everyone in the audience 😼

pls but ateez was so proud of her bc they knew how stressed she was about this performance 😭😭😭

she was so relieved when mayfly won that she teared up before being pulled into the group hug :(((

“i’m so relieved by the results,” juliet says to the cameras during their backstage interview, the other members in the rap unit nodding in agreement. “we all had a lot of fun preparing for this performance, and i’m just really proud of us.”

“wait,” minhyuk says, tone laced with concern, “are you tearing up? why? we did well!”

hongjoong, sitting in the back row, reaches forward to pat juliet on the shoulder comfortingly as she goes silent to suppress the tears. “she was really stressed preparing for this performance, so she’s a bit overwhelmed right now,” he explains for her.

juliet inhales deeply before saying, “because our unit has so many great rappers, i felt burdened because i was scared that my rapping wouldn’t be up to par with everyone else’s. but everyone was so encouraging and kind, and it really helped me push through the pressure, so i’m very thankful.”

“ey, you did so well,” jisung says enthusiastically. “we never worried about your performance!”

now that their rap unit finished performing she could sit back and enjoy the other performances!!

she was mesmerised by it’s one’s dance unit bc their performance was so beautiful

she said :OOOOOO

then came mayfly’s dance unit!!!!

“MAYFLY LET’S GOOOOOOOO”

pls she was their biggest hypewoman 😭😭😭😭

literally screamed during san and felix’s part

then when wooyoung and felix did the stunt????

she lost her SHIT

the way mnet cut from chan’s worried “felix?” to juliet’s “FELIXXXXXX :D” 😭

“YEAHHHHHHHHH MAYFLYYYYY!!!!”

pls she was so so proud 😭😭😭😭😭😭

in conclusion mayfly are besties now ❤️❤️

— fan reactions;

a/n: hello is everyone okay because I AM NOT 💔💔 all the stages from today were so so good and i’m so proud of all the units 🤧🤧💗 i NEED the studio versions of all the songs from today <//3 (and from round 2 too 😭) also lemme know if you’d like to see the full version of jisung and juliet’s 120 sec interview!! 😋 (though i’m prolly gonna write it anyways whdjwhs) your feedback and support means a lot to me so tysm!! 🥺❤️

#misc.juliet #kingdom.juliet #ateez 9th member #ateez ninth member #9th member of ateez #ateez oc #ateez addition #ateez imagines #ateez au #ateez female oc #ateez female addition #ateez female member #kpop oc #kpop addition #kpop female oc #kpop female addition #idol oc #idol addition #female idol oc #female idol addition #kpop imagines #idol imagines #idol au #kpop au

[adiarosefandoms]

Stephen Sondheim

I am a very young person who enjoys typically older art, so when I make a RIP post it’s usually years after the fact. The only fandom person that I ever loved and mourned in real time was Stan Lee, but checking my Instagram feed I saw that Katherine McNamara had a new post. One in memory of Stephen Sondheim.

I am a musical theater girl at heart. Andrew Lloyd Webber, Johnathan Larson, Stephen Sondheim, and Rodgers and Hammerstein were all names I heard before I turned ten. My first Sondheim experience was watching the West Side Story movie which he wrote the lyrics of, but I would go on to be exposed to and fall in love with Sweeny Todd and the Demon Barber of Fleet Street, Into the Woods, Assassins, and more.

What theater fan hasn’t heard of Sondheim’s legendary work? Who hasn’t listened to Rose’s Turn or Finishing the Hat? And it seems like there is never not a revival of A Little Night Music playing on Broadway or the West End.

Stephen Sondheim passed away today, November 26, 2021, at age 91. Both a composer and lyricist, he defined Broadway bringing in wit, warmth, and wisdom. Bringing to life original stories as well as reviving and putting a brilliant spin on age old classics, and Sweeny Todd, we will never be able to sing enough praise of Sondheim for all he brought to the stage.

Everyone knows that music has power in itself and in the way it affects us, and musicals have a way of taking that even further. Taking a full story and cast and advancing it in the span of two hours through music. Sondheim’s compositions fill souls with this surge of emotion and effervescence while his lyrics enchant us with choruses filled with symbolism in a gorgeous poetic fashion.

He was a true artist who’s work and memory will last at least three-fold his span. A writer, a musician, and all around genius whose work spanned genres and artforms. As an aspiring author and lover of both generalized music and musical theater, Sondheim meant a lot to me and he meant a lot to the world. Best wishes and deepest regrets to his partner, Jeff Romley. Rest in peace Stephen Sondheim. We love you.

“Sometimes people leave you halfway through the wood

Do not let it grieve you,

No one leaves for good”

-Stephen Sondheim

#stephen sondheim #RIP stephen sondheim #broadway #musicals #composer #lyracist #a little night music #into the woods #writer #musician #gypsy #we love you stephen sondheim #sondheim

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

Top 5 Most Hated Characters

As y’all can see, this week’s T5F is a request sent in by anon. I picked it because I guess at the time I thought it would be fun to explore some of TWDG’s least popular, and most hated, characters while also taking into account characters that I can’t stand. 

These are characters that the vast majority of us don’t like or downright despise for many different reasons. None of us are going out of our ways to defend most of these bastards, and anyone who is I get the impression they’re doing so for the sake of being Different™... though while looking around for info about these characters and what people were saying about them, I did find myself in some odd places.... come across, eh... odd fanart. 

But I guess this is the part where I say this is all in good fun and if you happen to be a legit stan of any of these people, that’s cool. Maybe you can answer some of my questions as to why??

5. Nate 

Okay, when I said that I found myself in odd places, it turns out that Nate actually has a bit of a fanbase. It’s not big or anything, from what I can tell, but big enough for me to question why because I was under the impression that we all agreed that this dude sucks.

Seriously, I would’ve put him higher on this list if I hadn’t discovered this handful of people making fanart for him and claiming him as a comfort character. While I find that an odd choice, you do whatever makes you feel comforted, y’know? Just would like to understand why. 

As for the rest of us, he’s terrible. Every time I go back to 400 days, he’s someone I never look forward to seeing. I’ve even tried not getting in the truck with him while playing Russell’s story, but in true Telltale fashion, you’re forced to drive along with this creep. 

Red flags start going off when Russell’s sharing his story about his previous group, something you can tell left some trauma with him, and Nate is just weirdly fixated on the girl Russell liked. Like yeah okay dude, I get it, it’s the apocalypse and you haven’t had any action for a while but oh my god. 

Then the whole walker thing that almost gets Russell chomped is annoying. Oh, and how could I forget about how it’s implied that he attacked the old couple before and was there to finish them off, which he does no matter what and it’s not great. 

Hell, he even uses the line Russell gave him but it’s worse because crazy eyes. And if you don’t say anything, Nate murders them right there without a thought and then continues to be a real creep. Fuck this guy. 

As the wise Eddie once said, “I don’t what that guy in my life, man!” 

4. The Stranger

Hey, have I ever mentioned how much this dude sucks? 

I don’t even have to tell you why he’s on this list. We all know the obvious reasons-- manipulated and kidnapped Clementine, which caused Lee to get bit by a walker and fucking die. No one here is white-knighting for this dipshit. 

Sure, it sucks what the Stranger went through. He lost his family and that would be enough to drive anyone up the wall. I mean, just look at Kenny. But this dude, okay. Look. Listen. I can only feel so bad for you when you lost your son on a hunting trip that your wife told you not to go on, then when you went looking for him, you literally left the car unlocked and running for anyone to come across. Then you come back and gasp. So your wife leaves you for being a moron... then when you find her dead, you cut off her head and keep it like a damn bowling ball because...??

At least that’s what I get from it. The writers probably should’ve done a better job with explaining what the hell happened but y’know. 

That’s not the only reason no one likes this guy. Oh no, you also add to the pile that the Stranger himself is dull. As a character, the dude is just.... boring. And I get that’s probably what they were going for with the whole “I’m just a guy, but you ruined my life and made me this way.” 

However, when you set him up the way you did with the talks over the walkie and the stalking, I was expecting a bit more personality outta this loaf of soggy bread. But no... boring yet crazy. Interesting combo and I’m afraid it doesn’t work. 

3. Larry

Larry?? On a list of most hated characters?? Nooo...

Yeah, surprise. Larry also sucks. Stop the presses. 

Larry is a pain in the ass to deal with for two episodes, constantly belittling the people around him and treating his daughter like shit. Oh, and don’t forget how he behaves towards Lee even if you try to be as nice as possible. Nope, he doesn’t care, he still thinks Lee is garbage and will continue threatening to reveal Lee’s secret to the group. Who cares if that could fuck up the dynamic and endanger the group? Larry sure doesn’t. 

Until the very end, this dude is just a splinter in the foot. By the time you get to the meat locker and he has a heart attack, you’re not gonna save him because you think he’ll be better if he survives. No, you’re attempting to save him for Lilly and Clementine’s sake, and if you don’t even care about that, you siding with Mr. Family Man to smash his head in. 

Not only is he a soiled diaper, he also don’t have much personality outside of asshole. He has maybe two moments where he’s shown to be just a bit chill? I mean, Lilly tells us that he has a lot of pain and that’s why he’s like this.... but that doesn’t excuse his behavior. 

Oh, and can’t forget that apparently he was obsessed with Lilly leaving the lights on so he let the power get cut, so Lilly couldn’t eat ice cream and had to let her hair air dry like a heathen. Unforgivable. 

So yeah, fuck Larry. 

2. Troy

Ugh, Troy. Fuck this guy. 

No really, out of all TWDG characters, this dude and my #1 pick are my most hated. Can’t stand Troy and the only reason I didn’t do a tie for #1 is because for a split second, Troy does show a tiny bit of humanity when Carver is beating down Carver, but blink and you’ll miss it.

Which had me a little concerned to find a handful of posts about having crushes on Troy and drawing fanart but.... again, I guess you do you? And if you can, please explain why because I honestly don’t understand. 

Just looking at the screenshot of him annoys him. He’s got one of those punchable faces, y’know? 

Anyway, when playing as Clementine, I’m always worried that he’s gonna pop up outta no where and grab her by the neck like he does later in ep3, even though I’ve played s2 a bunch to know that he’s not going to. 

But hell, he doesn’t need any excuse to smack anyone around, and there are a handful of times he can really hurt Clem depending on her choices. 

Not great, dude. 

Can’t say I’m too sorry that Jane shot your dick off. 

1. Badger

Yeah, you guys remember Badger. Y’know.... the man who murdered Mariana then laughed about it, claiming that he enjoyed watching her head explode and would do it again and again if he could? 

That’s what puts him at #1. He may not have the most screen time like Larry or Troy, but when he is around, he’s fucking awful.

He gets joy from killing Mariana, like it’s some sort of sick thrill for him to go around murdering children and other innocent people. 

Remember Francine? Caught her and used her as bait to try and get Javi to come down, and even went as far as to have some fingers cut off. Like, he gets off on destroying people, entire communities.

Shit, he seems to even get off to his own beat down. 

He’s fucking gross and outta everyone on this list, I haven’t found a single person being like “Yeah, he’s garbage but I like him kinda?” like no, you’re such garbage that even the Different™ crowd don’t want you. 

Fuck Badger. 

By the way, if you’ve never had Conrad kill him in your game, I suggest looking it up. It’s pretty good. Gives Conrad a little bit of closure after what happened to Francine, as well as give Javi some closure for Mari’s murder. 

Not a single soul wept for you, Badger. 

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Dishonorable Mentions

-Joan. She’s boring, forgettable, and no one is out here gushing over her because most of the time, we can’t even remember her name. -Danny from Vince’s story in 400 Days. Y’know, the dude going to prison because he was convicted of SA. I’ll never understand why people go with him over Justin. Justin sucks, too, but not the same level Danny does.  -Lilly in S4. Ugh. That’s a whole other topic for another day. -Arvo, though I guess he has a bit of a following, too

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Well there ya go. Do you agree or disagree with any of my choices for this list? Or have anything to add? I’m always down to chat.

Have any suggestions for future T5F’s? Feel free to send ‘em in! :D

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Next week’s T5F Top 5 BROTPs

#twdg t5f #twdg clementine #twdg lee #twdg kenny #twdg lilly #twdg larry #twdg jane #twdg troy #twdg russell #twdg nate #twdg aj #twdg #twdg joan #twdg danny #twdg arvo #twdg conrad #twdg javi #twdg mariana #twdg badger

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ethereal — ltm (m).

summary: you had been a trainee at sm entertainment for all but two months when, in the most cliche fashion, you spilled your coffee on lee taemin. immediately the two of you hit it off and started dating. when he brings you into his dorm for the first time, things get heated.

warnings: smut, oral (female receiving), handjob, slight thigh riding, virgin!reader, softdom!taemin, slight mention of eating disorders, and cute shit

a/n: so like, this is based off of my exo 9th/13th member story on wattpad, and i don’t stan shinee, so i apologise if any characters in the story are unrealistic to their personality… i just had my oc’s first love be taemin. finally, this is my second time writing smut, and the longest on i have written. ion even have experience in this shit yet here we are. you’ve been warned.

“Come on,” he whispered, grabbing your hand.

It was almost midnight, and the halls of SM were empty, other than the two of you. You had just finished up practicing when your boyfriend appeared out of nowhere. The two of you had been dating for nearly seven months, and so far you had been pretty successful keeping your relationship a secret. If someone were to find out, it could mean the end of Taemin’s career and you being kicked out before you had the chance to debut. Neither of you wanted that, yet you couldn’t seem to keep away from each other.

“Where are we going?” You whispered quietly, holding back a giggle as he lead you down the halls. Your Korean had gotten substantially better, thanks to Taemin and your own hard hours of studying, and it was something you were quite proud of.

“It’s a secret,” he replied over his shoulder, a playful smirk on his beautiful lips. You bit your own to hold back a smile.

The two of you arrived in front of a door. Taemin released your hand to shuffle around in the pocket of his gray sweatpants for a few moments as you watched him, somewhat confused. His face lit up suddenly, and he pulled something out with a triumphant grin.

Keys, you realised. This was his dorm.

You nervously grabbed his arm before he could put them in the door. He halted his movements, turning to look at you as if you were his world. Your face turned red as you stumbled over your words, but finally managed to get something that you hoped sounded like: “What about your Hyungs?”

Taemin gave you an amused smile, hand brushing against your cheek. You couldn’t help but lean into him, craving his touch. “They are all currently going to dinner at some bar. I told them I already ate, which is true, as I heated up some leftover noodles earlier.”

“Oh,” you stated dumbly, not knowing what else to say.

Your boyfriend chuckled, his hand leaving your cheek as he turned away. Taemin unlocked the door, and allowed you to enter first.

You couldn’t help but gasp.

“It’s so big,” you said with wide, admiring eyes.

He rose his eyebrows at this. “Big? Is yours not the same size?”

You looked at him incredulously, giving a somewhat sarcastic laugh. “Our entire dorm is the size of this room alone.” Taemin didn’t seem too pleased with that, but didn’t voice his opinion.

“Would you like a water?”

At the mention of water, you suddenly noticed how scratchy your throat felt. So, you nodded vigorously. “Yes, please.”

When he was gone, you took it upon yourself to sit down on the couch in front of you. You glanced down at the white coffee table, noticing the small piece of paper lying untouched. It had been written on, though most of the words were scribbled out. Your eyebrows furrowed, wondering who wrote it.

You’re so pretty, don’t you know?

But ------ now you’re my girl.

You’re a flower with green leaves and raindrops.

I drink you in, feel you. But whatever I do, I’m still thirsty.

You jumped as Taemin appeared in front of you with a glass of water in his hand. “Here you go, pretty girl.”

Smiling gratefully, you took it from his hand. By the time you finished drinking, over half of the glass was emptied and your boyfriend had sat down next to you. You sighed as your throat cried out in relief, setting the glass down on the table. You looked at him, only to see him staring at you already. You swallowed, biting your lip. “Thank you.” You soon got distracted by the bookshelf to the right corner, on it standing one of your favorite books. The Little Mermaid, however unconventional, had been your favorite book ever since your baby sister died all those years ago. Only, it wasn’t the traditional disney fairytale, but the darker version of it.

You stood, ignoring the look of confusion your boyfriend gave you, and made your way over to the bookshelf. Standing on your tippy-toes, you reached up for the book, huffing when your fingers fell short. You heard Taemin chuckle from behind you.

“You’re so short, it’s adorable.”

“I’m only four inches shorter than you,” you rolled your eyes playfully, despite knowing he couldn’t see it. “Besides, I’ll grow,” you added, defensively.

“Doubt it,” Taemin muttered. You went to throw him a glare over your shoulder, but your breath hitched in your throat, suddenly feeling the need to drink the rest of your water.

Your boyfriend had leaned back on the couch, arms on either side of him. His legs were spread, almost lazily, and you couldn’t help but wonder how good his thighs would feel against your core. You couldn’t stop the small noise that escaped the back of your throat.

When his lips quirked upwards, you turned back around, hiding your heated face.

“W-Why do you have The Little Mermaid?” You asked in a small voice, trying to distract yourself from your dirty thoughts.

“Jonghyun-hyung’s older sister got me into it.”

You gasped as his lips grazed the back of your ear and his arms wrapped around your midriff. A shiver ran through your body as his fingers traced along your skin, before he pulled away to turn you around. You stared up at him, swallowing nervously. His lips were positioned in a soft smile, but his eyes were portraying something else. They were dark, gleaming like a starved lion.

“What?” You whispered, voice small. You were afraid if you talked any louder your voice would crack. “She likes this stuff?”

Taemin nodded, beginning to back you up against the wall.

“Sodam-noona loved fairy tales as a kid according to Jonghyun, but the darker versions make her nostalgic.”

Your back was fully pressed against the wall at this point, your boyfriend staring down at you with his arms next to your head. You remained silent this time, unable to form words. He cocked his head to the side slightly, as if he was waiting for something. It was then that you realised that he was waiting for your permission.

“Please kiss me,” you whimpered.

Within seconds, his lips were pressed against yours. He started slow, something you always adored about him. Taemin was never one to force, or to pressure. He let you go at your own pace, only doing things that you were comfortable with.

It was you who made it heat up when your tongue swiped against his lower lip in a teasing manner. He growled lowly, suddenly lifting your thighs off of the ground. You couldn’t help but moan against his hungry lips, allowing his tongue to slip inside of your mouth.

You let out a startled gasp/moan (you honestly couldn’t tell the difference) when Taemin’s hips suddenly thrusted against your core. He pulled away with wide eyes, setting you gently back on the ground before backing up away from you.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” he frowned. “I didn’t mean to take it that far. Fuck.”

Taemin began turning away from you with his hands clenched tightly into fists, but you grabbed his arm before he could get too far. He stopped, watching as you gently pried his nails away from the palm of his hand and brought it to your lips. You kissed the front of his wrist, then his palm, then his knuckles; all of which were feather light. You heard him take a shaky breath, eyes closing for a moment before he fixed them on yours.

“It’s okay, Taem.” You said softly. “I want this. I want you.”

For a heartbeat, it was silent, but then he nodded slowly. You waited with baited breath as he stalked back towards you again, but didn’t hesitate to wrap your arms around his neck when his lips engulfed yours for the second time.

This kiss was hungrier, rougher, faster than the first one. It stole your breath yet gave you life. It made you want to push him away for air yet pull him even closer. Your hands crawled under his shirt, fingering at the indents of his abdomen and smiling when Taemin released a moan against your lips. His lips left you for a brief moment so you could rid him of his shirt, but as soon as it was off, they were back on yours, Taemin pressing himself against you.

“Jump,” he mumbled, and you immediately did as he asked. Your boyfriend caught you at the vertex, and you felt him start walking. You didn’t know where, and you didn’t care, you were too caught up in how good his skin felt against yours. Taemin carried you into what you assumed to be his bedroom (how embarrassing would it be if it wasn’t) and placed you gently on the bed, climbing on top of you.

Taemin kissed the corner of your lips, your jaw, and your throat. You whimpered as his tongue found a particularly sensitive spot at the base of your neck, tilting your head to give him better access. You felt him smirk against your skin as he nipped at you. He pulled back to look at you, a loving smile gracing his lips. You nearly moaned at the sight alone. God, you loved this man.

His fingers gripped at the bottom of your t-shirt, tracing your skin delicately and gently. He looked into your eyes again, making sure you were positive you wanted this. “Please,” you whimpered, lashes fluttering.

That was all it took for him to pull the shirt over your head, leaving you in only your sports bra. You mentally cursed at yourself for not wearing something sexier, but Taemin didn’t seem to mind. He kissed your lower stomach gently as he pulled your leggings down your legs. You sucked in a breath as you felt your stomach erupt with butterflies at the thought of being bare in front of him; in front of anyone for the first time.

Noticing your insecurity, Taemin pressed his lips against the top of your forehead. He didn’t say anything, and he didn’t have to. Just that had comforted you alone. He then kissed you on the nose, causing you to giggle and scrunch it up. Finally, your boyfriend pressed a kiss onto your lips as he lifted your bra up over your shoulders then over your head.

You resisted the urge to cover yourself as his eyes raked over you, before returning to your eyes. “You’re ethereal,” Taemin ran his thumb over your lips as you bite down on it gently, removing it from your teeth’s grasp. “And you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you smiled softly.

He returned it, before moving back down the bed. Taemin placed himself eye-level with your panty-covered cunt, glancing back up to see you watching him with hooded eyes. He kissed your inner thigh gently as his lips made their way toward your core, before he placed an open-mouthed kiss directly where your clit was covered with material. You moaned softly, feeling even more of your wetness pool out.

Taemin hooked his thumbs into the waistband of your plain black panties, pulling them down your legs in one fell swoop. He took your right foot in his hands, pushing it up in the air, and began trailing his lips down the inner portion of it. You shifted in anticipation as he grew closer to you heat, placing your leg to rest on his shoulder.

When your boyfriend’s lips wrapped around your clit, you couldn’t help but clench around nothing as you whined loudly. He sucked on it experimentally, gaging for your reaction as his tongue swirled around the rosey bud. Your mouth fell open and you threw your head back into the pillows, silently pleading him to do more.

Taemin hummed around your clit in amusement, the vibration sending shockwaves through your body. You released a cry as his tongue circled your little hole and suddenly pushed into it, unfamiliar with the delicious sensation.

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned. You could feel him smirk slightly against your heat.

Your fingers found their way into his hair, tugging as he tongued at your soaked cunt. He groaned against it, another shock of pleasure running through you.

“So sweet, Princess,” He moaned. Your boyfriend brought his thumb up to your clit and began rubbing in fast, methodical circles, perfectly in sync with the thrusts of his tongue into the wetness of your pussy.

A knot in your stomach forming told you you were getting close. It felt so good, much better than anything your own fingers could ever do for you. Your whines and moans of pleasure became more frequent and higher pitched as you got closer and closer to the edge. Taemin, noticing this, sped his administration's up to have you reach it sooner.

And reach it you did.

Your vision went black as your mouth fell open in a silent scream, your legs squeezing Taemin’s head as they shuddered delightfully. He rode you through the entire thing, flicks of his tongue sending waves of pleasure through you even after your vision returned to you.

“Okay?” He asked softly, pecking your lips lovingly.

You moaned lowly at the taste of yourself, nodding your head quickly. “Perfect.”

Taemin grinned, trailing his hand over the expanse of your bare body. The feather-light touches had you shivering in pleasure, and you moaned out his name. “Please. I want you, so, so bad.”

His breath hitched as he searched your eyes for any sign of hesitation or doubt, thumb pulling at your lower lip. You couldn’t help but pull it fully into your mouth, sucking on it gently.

“Fuck,” Taemin growled, unable to stop his hips from slightly thrusting his crotch against your thigh. Your eyes widened at how big he felt. “You drive me crazy, Princess.”

He pulled away from you so he could pull his sweatpants and boxers off, stepping out of them and leaving him bare before you. You sucked in a breath as you eyed his length, wondering how that thing could possibly fit into you.

Swallowing thickly, your nervous gaze returned to his eyes as he climbed back towards you, hand caressing your bright red cheeks. “Are you sure? I don’t want to seem like I’m forcing you to do anything with me here, love. I want this to be your choice.”

“Yes,” You answered, without hesitation. “I want it to be with you. Only you.”

A look of pure happiness spread across his godlike features, and Taemin pressed his lips to yours as he lined himself up with your core. His kiss was gentle, full of love, and you felt your eyes tear up with emotion.

“I love you,” You whispered, looking into his eyes as your boyfriend rested his forehead against yours.

“I love you,” Taemin whispered back, eyes shining.

He began pushing himself in, slowly. Your breath hitched at the uncomfortable feeling, though it was in no way painful as the girls in your dorm had told you it was. Taemin stilled as he bottomed out, and you knew it was taking everything in him not to start moving.

“You can move,” You said finally, breathless as you basked in the scent of him.

Taemin kept his eyes locked with yours as he began to pull out slowly. Once the tip of his length was the only thing left inside of you, he pushed himself back in with more force. You both moaned.

His thrusts were slow, the both of you wanting to savor this moment. It was passionate, heated, sweaty, the room filled with the sounds of your love making. It was as if there was nothing else that existed in the world, it was just the two of you. Forever. Nothing else mattered, but your love for each other; nothing else mattered but the feeling of his length moving inside of you, connected to each other.

You wrapped your legs tighter around his waist, moaning especially loud when he hit a certain spot inside of you.

“Taem, right there. So good. God, please don’t stop,” You whined.

“Youㅡ You’re so tight. Fuck,” He groaned against your lips, and you moaned breathlessly.

You felt yourself getting closer as his thrusts became faster, unable to stop your eyes from rolling into the back of your head in pleasure.

“Open your eyes, Princess. I want to watch you fall apart.”

It was hard, but you managed to meet Taemin’s eyes as he continued to fuck himself into you, pussy squelching each time he was all the way in. “Cum for me.”

Your vision went black, ears ringing and muscles spasming. You didn’t even know if you moaned as loud as you thought you did, but you wouldn’t be surprised if the dorms lined up in this hall could hear it. Taemin held onto you tightly, head falling to your neck as he continued to help you ride out your orgasm.

As soon as you came down, he pulled out. You frowned, reaching for him as he moved away from you. “You didn’t cum.”

He shook his head softly, brushing his hair out of his eyes. “It’s okay, love. This was all about you.”

Your eyes narrowed stubbornly, struggling to sit up and crawl towards him. Your boyfriend’s eyebrows rose as you straddled his thigh. “That’s not fair for you, and you know it.” You took his swollen cock in your hands and his nose flared as he inhaled sharply. You giggled slightly as you began to stroke him, slick with your juices. “Let me take care of you, baby.”

You kissed him deeply as you run your hand over the entirety of his length, swiping your thumb over his leaking slit. Taemin moaned against your lips, and you smiled, pulling away to kiss at his throat. You nibbled when you found his sweet spot, pulling at the skin of his neck as your moved your wrist in a wringing motion around his cock.

“Fuck, you’re going to kill me someday.”

You couldn’t help but smirk proudly as you pulled away from him slightly. You traced the dark veins of his cock, other hand gripping onto his thigh as you grind yourself down on the one you are sitting on. Taemin twitched in your hand, reaching up to grab your free hand and lace it with his.

Hot white strands of his cum shoot onto your hand and stomach as he lets his head fall into the crook of your neck, grunting loudly. You realise how sore you are already as he pants, hair falling in front of his eyes as he looks up at you.

“I love you.”

Taemin’s lips quirk upwards.

“I love you, too. Let me get you cleaned up.”

Knowing he wouldn’t take no for an answer, you nod, leaning back into his pillows. You close your eyes as you feel him leave, a large smile appearing on your lips. That was amazing, especially because it was with him. Your heart fluttered with giddiness and you resisted the urge to giggle happily.

Your eyes opened again as Taemin entered the room again with a wet wash rag in his hand. You watch him lovingly as he carefully cleans the remnants of both of your releases off your thighs and hand. When he is finished he leaves again, this time more briefly as soon as you are wrapped up in his arms, back against his stomach.

The two of you lay there in silence. It was in no way awkward, but instead it was comforting.

It’s broken by your stomach.

Taemin pulls away and you sigh, knowing the lecture that’s coming.

“When is the last time you ate?”

You turn so you are facing him.

“I had a banana this morning.”

Taemin frowns, shaking his head. “You can’t keep doing this, love. You need energy.”

You look down, knowing he’s right, but not wanting to agree. SM employees told you that you needed to slim down before you could debut, so you went on a diet. Normally you wouldn’t care, but this was your dream. To debut, to be an idol, admired by many.

“I’m going to go make you a sandwich. Please stay here and rest.”

You would’ve protested, but he quickly shuts you up with a kiss. You pout to yourself as your boyfriend leaves his bedroom. “No fair.”

Despite your annoyance, you can’t help another smile blossoming upon your lips. Lee Taemin was ethereal.

And he was yours, just as much as you were his.

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Favs of 2020 (Girls edition)

A/N: This is just personal opinion, everyone has the right to disagree. Also all title tracks are linked 

Guys version

TOP 10 OF 2020:

1. It’z Me - Itzy (Wannabe) 

All I can say is you’re lying if you don’t think this is song of the year. Everyone and their momma and their momma’s momma did the shoulder move because it’s iconic. ‘Wannabe’ was the first Itzy song I instantly fell in love with and well. I still listen to it daily. It makes me feel good and I have adopted Itzy this year. ‘That’s a no no’ is my favorite b-side on the album. 

2. Not Shy - Itzy (Not shy) 

It’s rare that a group will be on these lists twice in a row but what can I say, 2020 is the year of Itzy. I absolutely hated this song at first, but now it’s in my head everyday all day. I love the dance, the song and the music video soooooo much. Itzy really just did that this year. My favorite b-side off the album is ‘iD’ or ‘Surf’. 

3. New Rules - Weki Meki (Cool) 

Weki Meki haven’t made a song I don’t enjoy yet. However this song really influenced me to stan fully. ‘Cool’ makes me want to walk down a runway and then kick someone’s ass too. Not to mention Lua??? The whole entire album is really good and on my list to buy soon. ‘D-day’ is my favorite b-side. 

4. Look - Apink (Dumhdurum) 

I absolutely love that Apink matured but still kept true to their style. Not switching into a different concept like girl crush. I just love the elegance. I listen to this song everytime I walk my dog... so everyday. It gives me that retro vibe but it’s not in your face about it. “Be Myself” is my favorite b-side off of the album. 

5. The album - Blackpink (Lovesick girls) (How you like that) (Ice cream) 

You either love or hate Blackpink and well I love them. This album was long overdue and that might be why I love it so much, but that doesn’t matter. I still love it. I think the girls really outdid themselves with ‘Lovesick girls’ it’s quite possibly their best title track and I adore it. I like ‘How you like that’ but was unsure when it first came out, solid pre-release single nothing more. ‘Ice cream feat. Selena Gomez’ is my favorite of the 2 pre-release singles. It’s so fresh and nice to see Blackpink do something kind of different with it. My favorite b-side off the album is ‘Love to Hate me’. 

6. Alien - Suhyun (Alien) 

When I heard Suhyun was having a solo, I thought it was going to be a ballad. Something very vocal orientated but I was so happily surprised. ‘Alien’ is a colorful, different side to her that I haven’t seen before and it was so well done. She looked so pretty in the mv, the dance is fun and makes me happy, her vocals are amazing and the styling is great. Suhyun, you did good. This solo was a well deserved one. 

7. Stay Tonight - Chungha (Stay Tonight) 

No matter how hard I try I cannot do helicopter hands and Chungha is rubbing it in my face. However, ‘Stay Tonight’ it gives me runway, high fashion, clubbing in Paris. It’s everything I love in a song. The choreography is stunning, Chungha is stunning, the styling stunning. This song is a cultural reset. 

8. -77.82x-78.29 - Everglow (La Di Da) 

I want Everglow to be superheroes or super villains in a drama or something. We know they can pull it off!!!!! Aisha, the goddess can step on me. The song is absolutely amazing, the girls are absolutely gorgeous. Not to mention the choreo??? Absolutely insane. Favorite b-side off the album is ‘No good reason’. 

9. Dystopia:Lose myself - Dreamcatcher (Boca) 

One of the prettiest mv’s ever. No but the winner for me in Boca is the mixing of sounds, the rock with that instrumental in the beginning??? The way Dami comes in is the cooles entrance ever. I can’t not sing along when I hear it. Not to mention the lyrics. Dreamcatcher isn’t scared to call out people’s bullshit. My favorite b-side off the album is ‘Break the wall’. 

10. Bloom*iz - Iz*one (Fiesta) 

This song is indeed a party. Iz*one only really have Korean bangers, not too mention their styling is some of my favorite girl group styling this year. ‘Fiesta’ makes me want to get up dance and have a good time. THis is also the first album of theirs that I enjoyed inside and out. ‘Pink Blusher’ and ‘Spaceship’ are my favorites. 

Favorite Girlgroup debut: 

Secret Number

Secret Number just had whipped from the first listen “Who Dis” is just such a good song and not to mention their vocals, visuals and dancing. I’m also completely whipped for Dita the first ever Indonesian idol (I think). Their first comeback “Got that boom” is also such a party and worth checking out. 

Favorite Solo Debut: 

Lee Suhyun

As I said before, this song made it into my top 10 and well she deserves it. Suhyun deserves it all. I love ‘Alien’ I love it soooooo much. From Styling to vibes. She also just looked so happy the whole time performing. It’s just so nice seeing her so happy. 

A/N: Keep in mind these are just my favorites, your favorites may differ as they should! Let me know what your top faves are this year!

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—the (un)holy cock-up (m.)

⟶ pairing: park jimin/reader

⟶ genre: smut, angst 

⟶ word count: 14.5k

⟶ warnings: explicit sexual content, oral sex (m receiving), dirty talk, profanity, unnecessary amount of biblical puns, some critic on catholic church, this is a heavy read be aware

⟶ summary: there is a quite long list of circumstances, with student loan and rent on the very top of it, that led you to work in the sunday’s spirit editorial department, a newspaper overally known among fellow catholic community of busan, with park jimin as your boss.

when your small cock-up goes unnoticeably out of your hand, you find yourself in a situation painted in all shades of wrong.

or, alternatively: when it’s forbidden, it tastes bittersweet.

a/n: please, before you read this: take the warnings seriously. this is not a light read, it touches some heavy and quite controversial topics. tit also involves a scene where a person in charge exhibits inappropriate behavior towards their subordinate which I do not condone, however it’s all done with consent.

ps. im really proud of this work so give me some love please:(

Fingertips typing furiously on the keyboards, sights focused on the computers’ screens, brows furrowed, minds utterly concentrated and all of this accompanied by angelic voices of various religious songs playing in the background.

This is how a typical day at Sunday’s Spirit editorial department goes by.

The newspaper is a local source of information for the catholic community not only in the city of Busan, but in the whole country. Its history starts in 70s, when Park Min-Sung with his wife started publishing the very first version of the Sunday’s Spirit, selling copies in front of churches. Young activists definitely hadn’t anticipated such a big success, especially due to hard times of the military dictatorship in Korea, but two decades later they have become one of the most affluent families in Busan. The newspaper remains the Park’s legacy till these days, being owned by Min-Sung’s son, with the original founder’s grandson Jimin as an editor-in-chief.

Sometimes you ponder how did you end up in this kind of situation. Sitting at your desk with eyes glued to the screen, working for the catholic newspaper with Mary did you know and other holy songs playing from the Spotify’s Blessed Hits playlist.

First of all, you aren’t quite a Jesus stan yourself. Not a regular churchgoer, Bible reader or a person who lives according to God’s will with Ten Commandments written on your heart and soul.

Someone may wonder, what a young, aspiring journalist like you is doing here? Yes, that’s right.

Money is the reason.

The perspectives of wealthy life as a presenter in the national television or a host in the radio were just a mirage, because after receiving your master degree in journalism you realised that, unfortunately, a bright future was bright only in your unreal dreams.

The case was simple. You needed money. Your bank account was literally screaming at you to get your shit together and figure something out before you end up under the bridge. So you started searching for a job, looking over various offers on the Internet for two weeks straight. A waitress? Nah, too clumsy for that. Jewelry seller? Definitely not, since you are a happy owner of a few pairs of earrings from etsy-like online shop that certainly have nothing to do with real gold. You were almost convinced you’re destined to be a sexworker but then you stumbled upon an offer from the Sunday’s Spirit.

It was your chance. A God himself decided to take pity on you.

In that exact moment the genre of the newspaper wasn’t important. The vision of bankruptcy was enough for you to wear knee-length black skirt, white button-up shirt and a pair of high heels you’ve never worn before and go on a job interview with plastered smile on your face, looking delightful like you have just given birth to Jesus Christ in Bethlehem.

All the Hollywood actresses could be put into shame after your Oscar-winning performance you acted out on the interview in front of middle-aged woman in checked jacket that no one wears since 90s. Your enthusiasm and assurance you live good, catholic woman’s life, along with your master degree and motivational letter (you added a quote from The Letter to Philipians at the end of it to spice it up) was enough to be accepted for the position of Ask and you shall find column creator.

The job itself wasn’t complex or tough. The newspaper on its online site has a page where people can create an account and send asks to the author of the column who responds to them. You did something wrong and you aren’t sure it should be considered a sin? Having problems with regular praying on mornings and evenings? Write to us and we will solemnly help you with the God’s blessing, it says.

This is basically how it works. Each week, the said journalist chooses the most interesting questions and answers to make an article to the Sunday’s Spirit’s next publication. Of course, you can’t answer those questions the way you would like. You must do it according to the catholic laws and God’s plan (the True God’s plan, not Drake’s). A woman who interviewed you even gave you a notebook full of already made-up responses and a list of things you definetely mustn’t write if you still want to be employed.

To be completely frank, you don’t hate your job that much. You actually feel kind of nice, helping other people with their problems. You’ve been doing this for six months now and during this period of time you got used to some things.

A ‘Jesus, I trust you’ framed picture you swore your mother gave you on your 16th birthday standing on your desk. Holy beats blasting through the speakers until you leave the office at 5pm. A big-ass cross hanging right in front of the entrance to the editorial. Lee Chin-sun, the Weekly News column author, rushing to Park Jimin’s bureau every day at different hours in her pencil skirts and high heels knocking on the floor.

There’s only the Pentecost in the middle of the office that could actually surprise you.

“Looks like our Mary Magdalene is going to Jesus cave again,” mutters Kim Taehyung, the newspaper’s main photographer, friend from your desk and, actually, the only friend you have here. Very much gay and just like you, in desperate need for money. “It’s her third visit today. I wonder what it is this time. New prayer to Pope Francis she found?” he whispers and you chuckle at that quietly, looking around if anyone pays attention to your conversation, but everyone seems busy doing their own stuff. “Maybe she’s sucking his dick right now and we all think they are playing Who said it? Bible edition,” he adds in a hushed tone.

You start thinking about it for a while. Is that really possible for someone like Park Jimin, the editor-in-chief of the Sunday’s Spirit to have a sexual relationship with his coworker? The man who has a smaller version of Pietà in his office?

“I mean look at him. I would smash that ass too.”

You roll your eyes at Taehyung words, going back to your previous task but every time you try to concentrate, the face of your boss appears in front of your eyes uncontrollably.

Truth to be told, Park Jimin was a sight.

Blond hair, always perfectly styled and simply parted in the middle, revealing his forehead. Dark, sharp eyes that seem to pierce right through your soul and full, plump lips which could only be described as kissable.

He wears only high fashion brands, wandering through the office in Prada and Tom Ford suits that hugs his sculpted body just right. You think that as for a person who never misses Sunday’s mass, Park Jimin has also nice thighs. And a fine piece of ass, as Taehyung would describe it.

Newest Rolex that costs probably more than you will ever earn in your entire life on his wrist, Mercedes who just got brought out to the international market standing on his parking spot in front of the building, an apartment in the most luxurious area in Busan.

Park Jimin inhales God’s mercy and exhales money.

You spoke to him more explicitly only once, on your first day at work. He greeted you and wished good luck, saying that everything will be fine because you know, God’s good. Since that day, Park Jimin seems out of your reach. You contact him only through email, sending articles for him to check and approve, occasionally receiving some short message from him to improve this and that. He rarely leaves his office during working hours but when he does, it’s either for business meetings outside the editorial or for a lunch at nearby restaurant.

There’s also one, special occasion, every Friday, that’s a sacred time for all the employees. The clock hits 12am and so it begins. The angelic voices stop singing and everybody shifts on their sits.

“Oh, Holy Judas. I almost forgot about my favourite part of the week,” Taehyung sighs, standing up from his desk. And by that, he means-

“Friday’s Bible contemplation lunch break, everyone please gather up at the cafeteria.” Park Jimin’s sweet as honey voice says through the speakers.

You stand up from your chair with reluctance. Taking food with you, you go to the cafeteria, following Taehyung.

That’s actually the next thing you got used to while working at Sunday’s Spirit. Bible contemplation meetings are, as you found out from Taehyung, Jimin’s idea after he became an editor-in-chief almost one year ago. Every Friday all the workers sit together, eat their lunches and listen to Jimin as he reads a certain chapter from the book with true admiration written on their faces. After that, he usually asks some questions holding a discussion among the participants who, unlike you, happily takes part in.

The cafeteria looks rather normal, like any other lunchrooms you see in offices. Painted in bright yellow colors, with a few tables and a typical kitchen set in the back. Except for one thing.

A replica of Leonardo da Vinci’s The Last Supper hanging on the wall.

You decided a long time ago that you don’t want to know how much money it cost Jimin to have something like that here.

The newspaper’s workers, almost like the twelve Apostles, sit together by the tables. Lee Chin-sun at the very front, looking completely mesmerized by today’s Park Jimin’s appearance. He’s wearing navy blue suit that Taehyung swears it’s from Hugo Boss. The place next to Chin-sun is always occupied by tall, black-haired guy named Choi Eunwoo, main graphic designer, hopelessly in love with her since his first days at work. Behind them there’s a group from emendation department, with their leader Min Yoongi and other journalists. You always sit with Taehyung at the back, near the kitchen, not necessarily paying attention to what’s happening in the front.

Jimin, as on every Friday, walks to the small podium, designed to look like a pulpit in the church and opens the Bible. But one thing is odd: Jimin ain’t no priest or altar boy himself and he certainly dosen’t look like one, flipping through the pages of what you think it’s New Testament this time.

From your point of view, you could practically see how Chin-sun sighs with content expression on her face, lacing her fingers together on the lap and straightening her back. Eunwoo, on the other hand, shifts uncomfortably on his seat, sending Chin-sun quick glances full of unspoken longing she never acknowledges, to his dismay.

Then, Park Jimin clears his throat and the whole cafeteria goes quiet.

Truth to be told, you never really listen to what he’s reading. This time is no different. You just chew on your avocado sandwich, occasionally taking a sip of coffee. Your boss’ smooth voice reaches your ears faintly but you don’t pay attention to it, focusing on eating and Taehyung’s hushed rumbling instead.

“Look at our Mary Magdalene, she looks like she might burst a nut just by listening to CEO Jesus,” he says, making you peek at the girl.

Mary Magdalene is a nickname that Taehyung made up for Chin-sun when he started working at Sunday’s Spirit, mainly because of her attitude and relationship with Jimin. It’s rather platonic, at least for now. She looks at him with pure admiration on her face and she literally melts everytime he smiles at her. But Chin-sun’s ‘stalking’ isn’t unreasonable. Her father is a well-known philanthropist in Busan. He donates catholic charities, churches and, what’s the most interesting – he has some connections with Jimin’s father, the owner of Sunday’s Spirit.

And here’s the thing: Chin-sun’s hare and hounds definitely have some hidden reason. Maybe the whole marriage thing that has become a gossip in the office is true. Which makes poor Eunwoo’s situation even worse.

“Sometimes I wonder why has he fallen in love with her in first place,” you whisper, pointing at the graphic designer. “He knows he stands no chance against Jimin.”

“What can I say, you can’t help who you fall in love with.” Taehyung muses almost poetically, shrugging his shoulders.

You hum at that, placing your coffee cup on the table and looking around the cafeteria. It seems like Jimin has ended his reading session for today and now he invites everyone to join the discussion about the topic. He flashes Chin-sun a gentle smile and you could swear the girl is biting her lip.

On the corner of your eye you see Taehyung smirking.

“What?” you ask.

Taehyung takes a sip of his coffee lazily (it’s always caramel macchiato), peering at Jimin. “Oh, nothing. I was just wondering if our boss really wants to settle not only with Chin-sun, but anyone in general,” he says languidly.

You furrow your brows. “What makes you think that? I mean, look at him. He probably waits with sex till marriage.” you snort.

Taehyung chuckles at your words. “Ah, sweetheart, you really know nothing about Park Jimin.”

“What do you mean?”

He moves closer to you, leaning towards your ear. “What I mean,” he whispers, “is that Park Jimin isn’t such a prude everyone thinks he is. At least he didn’t use to be.”

You raise your eyebrows at him with disbelief. “What? He’s secretly gay?” you mock.

Taehyung rolls his eyes. “I wish, but no, he isn’t,” he answers with a sigh. “Do you know Min Yoongi from emendation team?” he then asks, pointing at grey-haired man with feline eyes sitting behind Chin-sun.

You nodd your head. Min Yoongi is a hard to read guy. Always suspiciously silent, practically never leaves his office. Something makes you wonder how did Taehyung end up befriending him enough to casually gossip about the boss. You will ask him about this on another occasion.

“So here’s the thing,” Taehyung begins, lowering the volume of his voice. “He used to study at the same university in Seoul with Jimin. They even had been together in the fraternity. Yoongi-hyung told me some juicy details about our boss’ life back then.”

You frown at his words. “And you are telling me this now?!” you hiss.

“I found out literally two days ago!” Taehyung exclaims, maybe a little too loud, so you quickly place your index finger on your lips, shushing him.

“Fine. Continue.” you whisper, looking around to see if anyone pays attention to you.

“Well, Park Jimin used to be a trouble back then. A golden boy of his family in Busan, but a campus fuckboy and obnoxious heartbreaker in Seoul. He smoked cigarettes, drank enormous amounts of alcohol, got wasted on every weekend, missed classes and changed hair colors as often as his girlfriends. By the way, don’t you think he would slay pink hair?”

“Taehyung can you please–”

“Okay, okay. Enough thirsting over Jimesus. So, as you can see, there was no place for Sunday’s mass and Bible contemplation meetings in his life. And here’s the awaited plotwist. His parents somehow found out his son wasn’t living good catholic life on his studies and got extremely pissed off. They simply gave him an ultimatum: if he doesn’t stop his shenanigans, they will cut him off their money and they won’t make him Sunday’s Spirit heir.” Taehyung stops his rumbling for a while, letting you proceed all the bewildering informations about your dear boss he has just revealed.

Your eyes simply widen at the revelations.

Park Jimin, the man who organises Bible contemplation lunch breaks, a regular churchgoer, someone who you always thought has a cross tattooed on his back, was a playboy who slept with a half of the female community in the university?

Interesting.

“Rest of the story is simple. He changed his behavior, got a master degree in journalism and came back to Busan to work here. What is funny, his first position was the same as yours now,” Taehyung ends his story with a light chuckle. “Now you understand why it’s hard for me to believe he really thinks about getting married and having at least three kids.”

You look up at Park Jimin, who’s standing now in the centre of the cafeteria, with his arms crossed over his chest, nodding at one of the journalists words. His gaze is so intense and filled with such an authority that makes you understand why Chin-sun literally squirms when he looks at her that way.

It’s not hard for you to imagine him in much different surroundings.

Him, standing with a cup of beer in his hand in the middle of the crowd of drunken people at some frat party. There’s a leather jacket on his shoulders and he’s wearing tight-fitting pants that hugs his gorgeous thighs much better than his usual slacks he puts on every day before he sets off to work. He scans the room with a mishevious smirk dancing on his features, biting and licking his lips as he looks for his prey for tonight.

He then spots her, his pick for the night. He runs his fingers through his silky locks and approaches the girl, whispering dirty promises to her ear as he sways their bodies to the rhythm of loud music blasting through the speakers. Later that night he has her underneath him, begging him to touch her. He fucks her hard, leaving bruises all over her limp, exhausted body. There will be soreness between her thighs in the morning and a few violet love bites on her neck, a gentle reminder that all of this wasn’t just a dream.

But there’s no warm body next to her she could wake up to, no ‘good morning, baby’ or a second round of love making between the sheets. Because Park Jimin isn’t like that. He waited until her breath slowed down and eyelids fluttered shut, drifting her off to sleep. He left in the middle of the night, a cigarette caught between his swollen from kisses lips. He fumed the poison and smiled to himself, wondering what his parents would think when they found out. A golden boy of his family, future heir of the Park’s legacy, coming back from one of his sexcapeds with girl which name he didn’t even remember.

The Lord himself must have already cursed him and he’s currently planning the punishments for him in depths of Hell. But does Park Jimin look like he really care?

You stare blankly ahead, imagining those scenes in your head. You can’t help but squeeze your thighs because God, yes, Park Jimin is hot, even if he reads Breviary before he goes to sleep. What a shame he has changed. 

A smooth like honey voice pulls you out from your airy-fairy slumber.

“Miss Y/N?”

You jolt in panic after hearing your name, glancing around and praying that wasn’t the person you think it was. But this silky, melodious voice you would recognize everywhere.

God hates you though, he knows what kind of scandalous things you were daydreaming about and now it’s his time to punish you.

Looking up, your gaze settles on no one other than Park Jimin, who stares at you with his left eyebrow raised, pursing his lips. He extinguishes the aura of pure dominance around him and you involuntarily blush, squirming under his intense glare. You’re royally screwed.

You clear your throat, trying to calm down rapidly beating heart. Without success.

“Yes, sir?” you manage to answer innocently. Certainly not like you weren’t thinking about being fucked by him minutes ago. You don’t even have time to be surprised he remembers your name.

Park Jimin looks unamazed by your sweet tone; he almost seems bored, but definitely irritated. “I asked you a question and I’m waiting for your response.” he says lowly.

Fuckfuckfuck. God have mercy on you. What was the question? Shit, you don’t even know what fragment he had read before.

In act of complete desperation you elbow Taehyung for help but this little shit pretends he has no idea what’s going on, looking at The Last Supper with sudden interest.

You are purely, loyally, utterly fucked.

You adopt the most charming smile you could muster, knowing that it will have zero affect on Park Jimin and ask, “Could you repeat the question one more time, sir? I’m afraid I didn’t hear you correctly.” Jesus, when has your voice become so high-pitched?

A cruel smirks forms on Park Jimin’s lips. He shakes his head, tsking. Taehyung mutters something under his breath that sounds dangerously close to “It was nice meeting you, sweetheart.” You gulp, waiting for your sentence and hoping Pontius Pilate will be gracious to you.

“My, my,” Jimin muses. It makes you feel like a little girl being scolded by the teacher due to her outrageous behavior. You bite your lip so hard you might draw blood, waiting for your boss’ next words. “Of course you didn’t hear my question, because you weren’t paying attention to our discussion.”

In the corner of your eye you see Chin-sun shaking her head with detestation. What a bitch, you think to yourself.

You take a deep breath then, nails digging crescent moons on the skin of your palms. You don’t like being in the spotlight, you never did, but now you have no choice but face the consequences. “My deepest apologies, sir. The behavior I exhibited was highly inappropriate,” you say, bowing your head. Jimin eyes your figure from head to toe and you might actually feel his burning gaze on your skin. Your cheeks flush in crimson even more.

The editor-in-chief seems to deliberate with himself for a while, turning his head slightly to the side, not breaking the eye contact with you. Finally, after a moment that seems to last an hour, he speaks.

“I think you need a lesson that will teach you to pay attention to our weekly discussions, miss Y/N. That’s why I want you to write a 4000 words long paper about the role of Mary Magdalene in Jesus Christ’s life which we had discussed today but you, unfortunately, didn’t acknowledge it.”

You freeze. Like a scene in the movie, everything stops. The embarassement you felt earlier is quickly replaced by pure anger and irritation. He wants you to write a fucking paper? What is this? University lectures?

Never before in your entire life have you felt so humiliated. All eyes are on you; you could practically sense how they are trying not to laugh out loud. Eunwoo and Taehyung look at you with apologetic faces while Chin-sun smirks, whispering something to Jimin’s ear.

“I apologize once again, sir,” you grit through your teeth with a forced smile. Jimin nods then, not even bothering to look at you again. You’re dismissed, that’s what his behavior is saying.

“Our meeting is over, you can go back to your work.” Jimin announces and walks away from the cafeteria with Chin-sun by his side.

You wait for everyone to leave and the you let out a groan of annoyance, burring your head in your hands.

“Hey, it could have been worse. He didn’t fire you after all.” Taehyung laughs but he quickly shuts up as soon as he sees your glare. You stand up from your chair with a scowl written all over your face, and storm out of the lunchroom.

And may the God help you.

Later that unfortunate day, you sit by your desk again, scrolling through the Ask and you shall find page absentmindedly and waiting for the new asks to come. Everyone has returned to their work like nothing has happened but it doesn’t stop you from feeling all those eyes constantly on your back. Maybe you weren’t fired but the humiliation and embarrassment of being told off by your boss publicly makes you want to disappear and never show up at the editorial again.

“Y/N,” Taehyung’s deep voice pulls you out of your thoughts. You look up at him and find the man smiling at you lightly. He’s wearing a long, camel coat and a big scarf around his neck with ridiculous patterns that reminds you of Persian diwans. He places his black camera bag on the desk, which means he’s leaving the office. “I’m free of office work for today so I just wanted to say goodbye.” he explains and you just nod.

“Bye, Taehyung. See you on Monday.” you say maybe a little bit to wryly and he feels that, letting out a long sigh.

Taehyung seems to deliberate with himself for a moment before he decides to speak again. He clears his throat audibly. “And I, uhm, I’m sorry. It’s my fault that you are in this situation. I started this conversation and I should be the one writing this stupid paper for Mister Prude.”

You can’t help but chuckle at the new nickname Taehyung gave Jimin. The anger you felt before drifts away from you slowly, and you smile at your friend apologetically. “Oh, God, Tae. I’m such a bitch sometimes, sorry,” you blurt out.”I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at him. Besides, maybe that’s good I’ve got homework. I don’t remember when was the last time I wrote some-”

Your words are interrupted by a loud laugh that resonates through the office. You look in the direction of the voice just to see Chin-sun with her manicured hand on Jimin’s chest, throwing her head back from the laughter, too dramatically for your taste. She seems to have changed her clothes, a black pencil skirt long forgotten and replaced by a red, bodycon dress. Her dark hair is also styled differently, curled and loose. She looks beautiful, matching Jimin’s appearance perfectly.

“Where are they going?” Taehyung whispers to you, furrowing his brows. You shrug your shoulders, tearing your eyes of Chin-sun and Jimin. “Maybe our Mary Magdalene’s plan to win Jesus’ heart is working. Poor Eunwoo,” he sighs, looking at his watch to check the time. “Anyway, I gotta go. I have to drive all the way to some shithole near the city to take photos of an old lady who swears she saw saint Francis or other dude with halo speaking to her,” he grumbles and you giggle at his words. “Good luck with your paper, sweetheart.” he leans and places a small peck on your cheek.

“Bye, Tae.” you say, watching him leave the office right after Jimin and Chin-sun.

You let out a long, tired sigh, counting the time to leave the office and finally be back home, with a bottle of red wine and new season of Game of Thrones that are waiting for you to watch the whole week. Then, when you’re about to stand up and make yourself another coffee, a new ask pops up in your inbox with the title ‘Sex S.O.S’.

You raise your eyebrows because honestly, what kind of title is this? Curiosity wins the battle with a hot cup of an americano and you click the show more button. You put on your prescription glasses and start reading.

Dear Sunday’s Spirit editorial,

My name is Kang Seoyeon. I study medicine at the University of Seoul, I’ve got an amazing group of friends and a loving boyfriend. And here’s where the actual problem begins. I’m from the catholic family with long traditions, and as you can guess, he isn’t.

We’ve been together for almost 2 years now and since my parents don’t want me to live with him before the marriage, there’s also no sexual life between us. I was actually surprised they agreed I can date a non-religious person in first place, so the rules weren’t that horrible at the beginning.

My boyfriend always seemed to be understanding about the fact that I’m catholic and he has never had issues against it because I stated this on the start of our relationship, but lately… he’s been distant. We meet up less often and I feel like simple kissing after 2 years isn’t enough for him. I even thought about initiating something that wouldn’t necessarily involve the real intercourse but I’m too inexperienced and shy for that. We are slowly drifting apart.

I don’t know what to do. I love him so much and I don’t want to lose him just because of some stupid rules I need to follow. I’m scared he will leave me for some other beautiful girl who wouldn’t have anything against sleeping with him, especially after considering the fact that he isn’t virgin unlike me and he experienced this kind of pleasure before.

I hope you will help me.

Yours faithfully,

Kang Seoyeon.

You blink once, twice. Read the message again and then, something snaps in you.

To Hell with these stupid, old-fashioned rules straight from the Middle Ages. To Hell with celibacy till marriage, masturbation prohibition and living according to God’s will. To Hell with Park Jimin and his ridiculous moral code (and his Bible contemplation lunchbreaks).

Unofficial eleventh commandment: If a girl wants a dick, she deserves to have it.

And that’s exactly what your response to the girl is in a nutshell.

Your blood boils in your veins with anger as you’re typing furiously on the keyboard, not even bothering to check if your sudden outburst makes any sense.

Dear Seoyeon,

It’s Y/N here, the journalist who you wrote this message to.

I don’t know what kind of response are you expecting from me but honestly? If you think I’m going to recommend you some praying to Saint Rita then you’re wrong. I’m done with this shit.

Let me make this straight: if you want to fuck your boyfriend, do it. Maybe God wouldn’t approve that but don’t worry, he won’t send you to hell because of some dick in your pussy.

They are plenty of worse things in this world than having sex with the person you love. Look at me. I’m literally writing to catholic newspaper while using words like ‘God’ and ‘Fuck’ in the same sentence. And that’s not even a small piece of what I’ve done in my life.

So you go girl, suck your boyfriend off. Make him beg. He will never leave you after this. You have my blessings and Jesus is giving you metaphysical thumbs up from above. Sex is amazing thing and you don’t have to wait for it until you say ‘yes’ in front of some guy in black cassock. Just go with the flow.

 May the God help you!

Love, Y/N.

P.S. Watch out that guy. He seems suspicious. If he’s been really sex deprived for two years he will die after you give him a head.

Sent.

You exhale loudly, staring at the screen. You did that. Six months into working in Sunday’s Spirit and the time when you lost your temper has finally come. You should probably feel ashamed or have some type of conscience pangs but actually you aren’t even near this state.

Grinning to yourself, you delete the message you had sent to the girl from your inbox and check the time. It’s almost 5pm and it looks like you haven’t even realised you’re the only person at the office right now. Since it’s Friday and Jimin has already left, seems like everyone has decided to set off earlier too.

You turn off your computer, packing your things to the bag. Wrapping a scarf around your neck tightly, you leave the building, welcoming the coolness of the early Spring evening in Busan.

When you’re about to cross the street, your phone buzzes in the pocket of your coat. You stop for a moment, smiling to yourself when you read the message.

[04:23pm] from Tae: hey

[04:23pm] from Tae: i know you are probably planning an evening with mary magdalene n jesus but

[04:23pm] from Tae: wouldnt u want to go for drinks with me tonight?

[04:23pm] from Tae: same place as usual

[04:24pm] from Tae: as a wise man once said: nothing helps better for the writer’s block than vodka

[04:24pm] from Tae: so what do u say?

You don’t need to think twice when you quickly type a response. Game of Thrones and wine can wait till another time.

[04:26pm] from me: how could i say no to kim taehyung and vodka?

[04:26pm] from me: see u there

Kim’s is a place like no one other in Busan.

You wouldn’t even know about its existence if it wasn’t Taehyung who took you there first when you started working at Sunday’s Spirit, solemnly promising free drinks. Who would you be if you didn’t agree to that?

When you arrived at the bar, it eventually turned out the alcohol was costless hence it’s his family business since over thirty years and his brother Namjoon is a bartender, not because Taehyung willingly decided to pay for you.

Kim’s is located in rather industrial part of the city, sandwiched between factories and huge housing estates, not looking really inviting at first glance, but the place has its own, unique charm. There are some stories, shrouding the building’s history in mystery. Some people say it used to be headquarters of the most dangerous mafia in Busan, some even believe it served as the secret arsenal during the Korean War.

But what’s definitely true, it’s the fact that Taehyung’s parents bought this place in swinging times of 80s for a small amount of money and turned the place into disco bar which had become a must-go spot for young people in Busan.

Kim’s on the outside, with its large red neon sign hanging above the entrance, looks more like a night club than a bar, but on the inside the magic of kitschy 80s still remains the same (Taehyung swears retro is in fashion these days and that’s why he didn’t let his parents redecorate when they wanted to).

You always feel like you’re traveling back in time when you visist Kim’s.

The place is quite big, with a large dancefloor in the middle and red leather sofas strewn around the place along with the tables. Walls are made of brick and colorful, vibrant neon lights are shimmering on them. Oh, not to mention the huge disco ball on the ceiling. Everything accompanied with the quality music provided by Namjoon.

There are few billiard and foosball tables in the corner of the bar, always occupied by the same group of middle-aged men on weekdays and university students on weekends. But the thing that attract attention of the customers the most, is the bar with Namjoon behind it.

When you enter the place, you spot Taehyung and his blond mop of hair immediately. He sits on one of the bar stools, talking to his older brother. He’s wearing beige pants and floral button-up shirt that seems to match colors with his pinkish-looking drink he holds. You notice a new pair of sapphire earrings and a huge ring from the same collection on his forefinger. Classy, as always.

Taehyung grins broadly when he sees you. He puts his drink on the counter and stands up to greet you. His breath smells like strawberries and vodka when he leans to place his usual, small peck on your cheek. “Hi, sweetheart,” he says with his signature smirk plastered on his face, scanning your figure. “You look gorgeous. Last time you did this kind of make-up you wanted to get laid.”

You rolls your eyes at his words, sitting on a stool next to him. “Hi, Taehyung. Thank you for appreciating my efforts to look like a decent human being but no, I’m not planning on getting laid tonight.” you answer, waving to Namjoon who makes drinks for a group of girls a few meters from you. He smiles bashfully at you, showing his dimples.

“I’m not saying you want a fuck, calm down. I just assumed since it’s not everyday that you put eyeliner on,” Taehyung explains himself. “So let me do that again,” He takes a deep breath, placing a hand on his chest in a dramatic manner. “Y/N, you look absolutely breathtaking. I could stare at you for hours and I wouldn’t mind that even a bit. My homosexuality is at risk right now.”

You ignore his exeggarated outburst, rolling your eyes. “I’m not using eyeliner everyday because there’s something called dresscode in our work, you know?” you say. “Besides, my mum says you should look good on every occasion because you don’t know when you will meet the love of your life.”

Taehyung puts a hand on his heart and sighs with relief. “Thank God I always look good.”

You chuckle and then your eyes wander for a moment to Namjoon, who seems busy listening to whatever the pink-haired girl is telling him with polite smile on his face.

“Here,” Taehyung nudges your side, bringing your attention back to him. He hands you the same pinkish drink as he was drinking when you arrived. “Hyung told me it’s their new specialty or something. It’s called Flamingo’s Beach,” he says and you take the glass in your hand. “I have no idea what Namjoonie-hyung put here but as long as it looks good, it’s good. Cheers!” Taehyung sips his one and watches you with raised eyebrows as you’re taking a generous gulp of the drink. “And…?” he asks.

You lick your lips, humming to yourself. “Not bad. Tastes like strawberries.”

Taehyung opens his mouth to say something but he gets interrupted by his brother. “Y/N, hi. How are you?” Namjoon approaches you with two beer mugs in his hands.

His hair is back to his natural brown color now, purple strands long forgotten since the last time you saw him. It looks like he’s been working out lately, his posture more bulky and it makes his black shirt stick to his body tightly. Namjoon’s good-looking, you always knew that, but he seems to be even more handsome now.

“Hey, I’ve been good, thank you,” you greet him with maybe too much enthusiasm for your liking. You always had a weak spot for him. “How’s the bar going?” you ask.

“Busy, as you can see,” he replies, chuckling to himself. “I would love to talk to you more but I have some work to do in back room, so…” Namjoon trails off sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head with his hand.

“Oh, it’s okay. We can catch up another time.” You smile at him and you could swear his cheeks flushed.

“I’ll be going. See you.” Namjoon stammers out, not even waiting for your response before he disappears from your sight.

The pregnant silence sets in between you and Taehyung, something heavy hangs in the air and you feel it, tapping your fingers on the counter to the rhythm of one of the ABBA songs, waiting impatiently.

Taehyung looks like he’s debating with himself in his head. You narrow your eyes. He’s adopted a face you know pretty well, too well even. He looks everywhere but keep avoiding your gaze. He wants to ask you something, you’re sure of it, but he doesn’t know how.

Finally, after a moment of awkward quietness, Taehyung finally opens his mouth. “So, here’s the thing,” he starts and you wait for the bomb to drop.

Last time when he approached you like that, he asked you if you would be down for a threesome with him and some guy he met on Tinder. Your eyes almost popped out of your head when you heard his blunt proposition. You were eating lunch at cafeteria and the words casually slipped from between his lips as he chewed on his egg sandwich, like he didn’t just propose you having sex with him and instead asked for a lift to home after work.

Taehyung begged you for a whole week, pleading and convincing it’ll be fun. When you eventually agreed (sex draught make people do stupid things), the other guy didn’t show up. You ended up drinking tequila shots with Taehyung that night in his apartment, and you can’t quite recall how it happened, but somehow you found yourself unzipping your friend’s pants and the rest is history. He passed out right after he came. Now when you think about it, you feel a sudden urge to ask him if he remembers that.

You will do it next time, you promise yourself.

Taehyung though doesn’t ask you about having a threesome or robbing Park Jimin’s house this time. His intentions are pretty much different.

“See, Namjoon split up with his girlfriend few weeks ago,” he says and you prick your ears. “He’s not in good condition right now, as you can see. It was a nasty break up, he found out she’s been cheating on him,” He lets out a long sigh. You bite your lip, imagining Namjoon’s disappointed face when he discovered the truth. What a bitch cheats on someone like him? “So, I thought maybe you could… cheer him up a little bit?” Taehyung ends hesitantly, with a glint of hope in his eyes.

You frown. Cheer him up? Did he just imply what you think about?

“Look, I get it, he’s sad and angry, but what the fuck, Taehyung? What do you want me to do? Do you want me to be his rebound? Make him forget?” you exclaim. Taehyung quickly shakes his head but you don’t let him say anything. “I feel sorry for Namjoon but I’m not going to take advantage of him when he’s literally still hurt.”

“No, it’s not like that!” Taehyung rushes to explain. “Well, maybe it sounded like that but I swear, I didn’t mean that!”

“Then what should I do? Wipe his tears? Tell him a joke? Or maybe-”

“Of course he wants you to suck his brother’s heartbroken dick, doll.”

A sudden, low voice interrupts your conversation. Your eyes follow the direction when it comes from, looking to Taehyung’s left where not even a meter away a very familiar grey-haired man with feline eyes sits.

“Min Yoongi,” you say matter-of-factly.

The leader of emendation team from Sunday’s Spirit editorial raises his hand in which he holds whiskey, greeting you and Taehyung. “Hello, doll. Hello, Taehyung,” he says, not even bothering to look at you.

You elbow Taehyung searching for explanation but he shrugs his shoulders, turning to face the man as well.

“First of all, since when do you call me ‘doll’? We have never spoken a word to each other. Secondly, how long have you been sitting here and listening?” you ask Yoongi.

He snorts, smirking. “Long enough to know how Taehyung comforts his brother after break up.” he simply answers and Taehyung’s cheeks blush in crimson at his words.

“You come here often? I’ve never seen you here before,” you continue, crossing your arms over chest.

Next to you Taehyung lets out a sigh. “Yes, he does. Albeit I haven’t seen him for a while here,” You look at him in confusion. “Yoongi-hyung is Namjoonie-hyung close friend from university days.” he clarifies.

You raise your eyebrows at that. “So Namjoon went to the same school as Park Jimin?”

“Not the same. We met under different circumstances.” Yoongi cuts in.

“They’ve been together in underground rap group, or some shit. Didn’t like each other at first but eventually stuck together till the end of studies.” Taehyung ends and grey-haired man nods.

You can’t help but chuckle at that.

“What’s funny in that?” Yoongi scowls.

“Nothing. I just imagined you and Namjoon in snapbacks, rapping about the unfairness of social hierarchy,” you say, grinning at him.

“Well, you may believe me or not, but we even made a mixtape.” Yoongi reveals proudly, taking a sip of his whiskey.

Your eyes widen in curiosity. “Then what happened? Why aren’t you in Seoul now, still producing music? Why do you work in this stupid newspaper and Namjoon’s a bartender?” you ask interrogatively.

“Life happened, doll. We didn’t have enough money to publish our works so we decided to quit it.”

“Oh,” you breathe out.

You could see the nostalgia written across Yoongi’s face. You feel sorry for him, for Namjoon. Everything is always about the money. That’s why you’re working in Sunday’s Spirit even though it was never your dream in first place. Even though you have much higher ambitions than being Ask and you shall find column author.

Ever since you were little, you loved writing. You never complained, not even once, when your teachers in school assigned you to write something. They kept saying you have an extraordinary talent and it would be a shame if you didn’t do anything with that.

During your high school years, you were the leader of school newspaper’s team, still writing your own works every time you didn’t have something different to do. After that, you got to the university in Seoul, your another dream came true. You got a master degree, an apprenticeship in the Korean version of highly popular, world-widely known magazine. And then, nothing. No job applications available. No newspapers or publishing companies wanting you, dismissing you right away because they didn’t have any vacant places.

This is how Sunday’s Spirit, even if that’s not your dream job, happened. And quite literally saved your ass.

“I’m sorry.” you say after a while.

Yoongi smiles but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Don’t be. What’s in past, stays in past.” he ends the conversation, drinking the rest of his whiskey.

You find this as a perfect possibility to do what you’ve come here for: get wasted, forget about this prick Park Jimin and his stupid assignment. You turn around on your stool to face the bar again, calling for the red-haired bartender named Hoseok who’s substituting Namjoon right now. You order a round of tequilla shots and quickly pours two of them in one go.

“Easy, tiger,” Taehyung teases, still sipping his pink drink as you wipe your chin with the back of your hand. Taehyung has stated a long time ago that he enjoys only casual drinking, which makes you and you lightweightness snort at him.

“Loser,” you mumble under your breath, deep down knowing you’re oh so much going to regret this after.

You focus your attention on the dancefloor now; technicolor lights glittering as the crowd of sweaty people bounce to old Madonna hits. You feel like your spirit might actually experience new kind of awakening during the chorus in Like a Virgin. You mouth the lyrics, the vodka already half-way to your bopping head. Your drunken self almost asks Taehyung and Yoongi if they would agree to be your backup dancers.

You eyes scan the room carefully and then, you spot him. He’s sitting in the corner, his arms splayed over the backrest of the red couch. A devil himself. A black horseman of the Apocalypse. A man who looks like every girl’s next mistake. Taylor Swift’s ‘we are never ever getting back together’.

A true sin.

Jet-black hair parted in the middle, onyx eyes and lucious smirk written across his lips as he bites them purposefully. He’s wearing a leather jacket and you wonder for a while if you would find inked tattoos on his body. He cocks his head to the side, his eyes glued to the same spot as he waits for something, or rather someone.

“Who’s that?” you ask, not even hiding your curiosity at this point.

Taehyung turns around as well, his eyes glancing to the dark-haired man briefly. “Ah, this, sweetheart, is Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin’s best friend.” he says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You raise your eyebrows, watching as Jungkook’s face expression immediately changes when waitress approaches him. He says something to her that makes her roll her eyes. She tightens her grip around the tray she’s holding, asking him for his order.

“Don’t worry. You are not the only one thirsting over him. I would let him top me too,” Taehyung whispers to your ear and you flinch.

“I’m not thirsting over him! I came her for drinks, not to get laid, I told you.”

“Okay, okay, loosen up a little. Tequilla makes you aggressive. Besides, it looks like he’s got his pick for tonight.”

Jungkook stretches out his hand and fixes the waitress’ glasses that seem to rode down her nose a little. The girl frozes in place because of his action and he grins, calling her cute.

“He’s trying to ask her out for two months,” Yoongi interrupts suddenly, again. It looks like he has nothing better to do tonight. “I’m serious. He’s here every Friday. Normally, he would have given up after the second time she had rejected him but there’s might be something in this girl that makes his dick hard and his heart soft.”

Jungkook’s eyes girl’s body as she bends to pick up the glasses from other tables and maybe that’s the alcohol swimming in your veins but you could swear his face lights up when she sends him another irritated glare when he calls her name.

“Does Park Jimin comes here often as well?” you ask before you could stop yourself.

Both Taehyung and Yoongi shake their heads.

“I don’t think so. Jeon comes here because he lives nearby in this huge ass apartment complex. His father runs a chemical factory and he works there.” Taehyung explains.

Jeon? Chemical factory? Something clicks in your brain. Right, you know who his father is. The King of Washing Powder. Another rich as fuck Busan’s snob.

“God, I hate him. I fucking hate him. What a prick. Douchebag. Asshole of the century,” The string of profanities leaves poor waitress’ mouth as she walks to the counter with tray in her hands. “How’s your day, love? You look beautiful today, love. Fucking leave me alone, love!” she mutters to herself, taking the beer mugs from Hoseok abruptly which makes the bartender raise his eyebrows in confusion.

“How’s your assignment about Mary Magdalene going on, doll?” Yoongi asks then, startling you.

You roll your eyes at him. “I literally got it today, Yoongi. I haven’t started yet.” you answer, gulping another shot.

On the corner of your eye you see Yoongi’s smirking. “I’m surprised, to be honest. You aren’t the only one who doesn’t pay attention to shit Jimin’s says,” he trails off. “I work for him from the moment he started this ridiculous Bible lunch breaks and I swear, he’s never called out someone like that before.”

“What do you mean he’s never called out someone before?” Taehyung joins in curiously.

“Look, I slept through the majority of these sessions and Jimin knows it, but he has never lecture me about it,” Yoongi remarks. “Maybe you’re an exception. Or he’s become more strict because of this bitch Chin-sun.”

You furrow your eyebrows, confused. You know Chin-sun has been making heart eyes for Jimin for a long time but what why it might have an influence on his behavior?

“Lee Chin-sun? What the office’s Mary Magdalene has to do with that? Besides the fact that she’s drooling for his dick every time she sees him,” Taehyung snorts.

Yoongi chuckles lowly. “Oh, so you two really know nothing about what’s going on between them right now,”

“What’s going on right now? Spill.” Taehyung says abruptly. You sigh when you see the way his eyes flicker with mischeviousness. One thing Taehyung loves more than photography and fashion is gossiping (and dicks).

“First of all, Chin-sun is a fucking bigot. And well… she might be closer to being miss Park than we thought.” Yoongi muses.

Taehyung eyebrows practically disappear in his hairline. You’re sure you mirror his expression right now.

Yoongi asks Hoseok for another glass of whiskey and continues. “My friend Seokjin’s wife is Jimin’s personal assistant and secretary. She heard this and that, quite juicy things I must say,” he says in a lower tone, like he’s revealing government secrets to them. You lean closer into his direction along with Taehyung. “Chin-sun’s father recently bought the claims to the most popular, conservative TV station in whole South Korea. But, what is more interesting, it looks like Park senior has some shares in it as well.”

You’re astonished. You knew there’s something looming in the air but you didn’t expect this. A TV station? Even your slightly drunken brain can calculate it’s very interesting.

“So the marriage between Chin-sun and Jimin would be pretty convenient for their families, especially after considering the fact that Jimin is the heir.” Yoongi adds, gulping the first sip of his new whiskey.

“Poor Eunwoo,” you whisper to yourself.

“But why so soon? Why do they want to legalize their relationship so suddenly?” Taehyung asks.

Yoongi lets out a heavy sigh. “There’s a rumour going around that Jimin’s father isn’t in good condition right now. Seokjin-hyung mentioned something about the heart disease. So, if that’s really true, you have the answer why he wants his eldest son to settle down already. Everything’s about the money, I told you.”

Taehyung whistles. “Woah, so Mary Magdalene is really about to be CEO Jesus’ wife soon!” he exclaims, clapping his hands. “Brilliant. Finally something spicy is happening in this boring editorial.”

“I wouldn’t be so enthusiastic if I were you, Taehyung. This kind of business never ends well,” Yoongi says coldly, placing his glass on the counter and standing up from the stool. He glances at his watch and throws a few bills next to his empty glass. “I’ll get going. It was nice talking to you, doll.”

“What about me?”

“Shut up, Taehyung, you’re not pretty lady.”

“I feel offended.”

“And I don’t care,” Yoongi mutters. Maybe that was alcohol swimming in her veins but you saw Taehyung lifting the corners of his lips in amusement. Weird. “Good luck on your assignment, doll. See you all on Monday.” Yoongi glances to your way one last time, adjusting his jacket.

“Bye, Yoongi.” you wave to him and a small, even sincere smile appears on his face when he as well raises his hand lazily and leaves. “Why didn’t you tell me he’s actually nice, Tae? I was always too scared to start a conversation with him because I felt intimidated.” you say after a while.

“I’m sorry, should have I set you up for a date with him?” Taehyung mocks.

A groan escapes your lips. “Could you please stop insinuating things?”

“You need to get laid, seriously. Like soon-soon. You get easily irritated recently. You need a d i c k,”

“I don’t need a dick!”

“A cock, Y/N,” Taehyung emphasizes. “A penis in your precious vagina.”

“Shut up!”

Several shots and a few drunken dances to Cindi Lauper and Bon Jovi, you’re pretty much wasted. And maybe, just maybe, you need a dick. And Taehyung, like a dipshit he always is, thinks that’s actually funny.

“Don’t wanna homff,” you slur, supporting your weight on Taehyung’s arm that shakes with laughter at your drunken antics, as well as his whole body. “I wanna danfce witfh somebodyyy,”

“Holy Mother of Jesus, you must be really drunk if you started referring to Whitney Houston’s songs. And you smell like booze,” Taehyung mutters under his breath and you whine, tugging on his arm.

“TaeTae, Taehyungie, pffleasee, can we go back?”

Taehyung ignores your grumbling completely. He exists the bar, walking (or rather dragging) you to the cab. As he tries to push your body to the car, he sees in the corner of his eye Jeon Jungkook, standing in front of his black SUV. The waitress from earlier accompanies him as well. It looks like he’s trying to convince her to let him give her a lift to home. The girl shakes her head at first but eventually gives up, stepping into the car. Jungkook grins to himself then, clenching his fists in gesture of pure triumph.

“I fuckin’ hate Park Jimin and his stfupid newspaper,” you mutter incoherently as you bury your head in the crook of Taehyung’s neck in the back of the cab. Old, korean songs are playing in the radio when you’re driving back home. Taehyung smiles to himself, hearing your light snores. But then, he falters.

Ah, yes, he almost forgot. It is going to be a long way to the third floor of your apartment building.

Next day, you wake up in the middle of noon with raging headache and an abrupt need to throw everything up. Frankly speaking, you had worse hangovers during you university days but it doesn’t change the fact that the state you’re currently in still sucks.

“Oh, good God, what have I thought?” you mutter to yourself while standing in the shower, letting the water cool you down.

Truth to be told, a drinking escapade when you have a whole ass paper to write in two days wasn’t the smartest idea you could come up with. You know that for sure, when you’re sitting down in front of your laptop with prescription glasses on your face and a cup of tea in your hand.

There’s a blank document opened on the screen, with only your name written in the corner and the title in the middle. You feel pathetic and useless, staring at it for 30 minutes straight. If you keep sitting like this, you might actually call Park Jimin right now and beg him not to fire you due to your incompetence.

“Get your shit together, Y/N.” you say to yourself, clenching your fists.

At first you fought about making some mind-map, outlining the most important parts of your essay, as you always used to do when you were studying. But there’s a huge difference between what you’re working on right now and what you usually did during academic days. Above all, at that time you were writing about things you had more knowledge about, not about Mary Magdalene and her role in Jesus Christ’s life.

“Ah, fuck it.”

You open an online Bible page and quickly type ‘Mary Magdalene’ in browser. All fragments when she’s mentioned shows up in front of your eyes. You fix your glasses and before you could stop yourself, you whisper, “Let’s get it.”

You don’t know how much time has passed since you started reading, but when you glance a the clock it’s nearly 7pm.

You went through every single page in the Bible when Mary Magdalene appears or when for some reason her name comes up in conversations. You read two thesis in which you found quite interesting facts about the heroine of your work. Also, you watched some conspiracy theories on YouTube about her, in which people claim that she was actually Jesus’ wife. You were bewildered, even in your post-hangover state.

And after all of this researching, you have settled a plan. You’re a journalist for God’s sake, you’ve been writing your entire life and none assignment will break you. So you start typing on the keyboard, filling the blank document pages with words, hoping that Park Jimin will approve your efforts.

On Sunday, you look like a ghost.

You’re a mess, cured from hangover but still in bad shape, especially after spending the whole night writing in front of your laptop. There are bangs under your eyes and you hair looks like you could cosplay a scarecrow. Your eyes are sore from staring to the screen for so long and you feel like you might collapse anytime if you won’t drink coffee in five minutes.

In between writing next paragraphs, you answer a call from Taehyung.

“How’s your assignment going, sweetheart?”

You let out a long, exhausted sigh. “It’s fine, I guess.” you respond to him.

“That’s lovely! I knew you would slay this, babe,” you hear him saying.

“I’m not done yet, Tae. I still have like a half to write,” you mumble and then let out a yawn, closing your eyes for a brief second before you speak again. “I would love to talk to you more but I really need to get this shit done as soon as I can, so I could have some decent sleep before Monday. I don’t want to look like an old witch when I hand in the paper to Park Jimin.”

“I know, I know. You got this, sweetheart. I’m sure you will make Mister Prude’s dick hard because of this.” Taehyung assures you.

You crack a tired smile even though you know he doesn’t see you. “Thank you, Tae.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart.” he says and hangs up.

You take another gulp of your coffee and start writing again.

It’s a little past midnight when you’re, with your last amounts of force you posses, typing the last words of the paper. As you look at your laptop screen, eyelids half-closed, you dream about nothing but going to sleep.

You did that. You really did. You wrote this stupid paper for Park Jimin and you’re actually proud of it. You carefully save the document three times (to be hundred percent sure) and as soon as you close your laptop, you pass out.

Little did you know what is waiting for you in editorial in a few hours.

You stare at your reflection in small mirror you hold, thanking God that he has enlightened the person who discovered make-up. You won’t say you look stunning but, after five hours of sleep you had in last two days, you would risk it all and say you appear much more than decent looking. You’re wearing your new black jumpsuit that makes your legs look longer and you even used a different shade of lipstick, painting your lips in crimson red.

And all of this for nothing, because when you stormed into the Sunday’s Spirit editorial to give the paper straight to Park Jimin’s hands, his secretary with polite smile said he’s coming to work later today.

You pursued your lips and handed the woman your blood, sweat and tears (you’re actually sure a few tears rolled down from your face on the keyboard while you were writing it), wishing you saw your boss’ face when you place the printed pages on his expensive desk.

“I changed a little bit the topic of my work while I was outlining it,” you tell Taehyung as you both sit together by your desks later that day. “I focused more on a role of Mary Magdalene character in world ruled only by men. I showed how a powerful woman she was, standing at Jesus’s side even though the church for the centuries referred her to whore,” you explain.

“Wow,” Taehyung muses. “You turned Mary Magdalene into feminism icon fighting against patriarchy.”

“It’s not like that!” You hit him in the arm. “You may laugh as much as you want but I actually got into her story.”

Taehyung smirks. “Looks like being scolded by Park Jimin wasn’t that bad.”

You roll your eyes. “Shut up. I got humiliated in the middle of fucking cafeteria. I still hate him. And also, I don’t know what he thinks about my essay.” you say with a sigh.

“Don’t worry. He’s probably having an epiphany right now while-”

A voice from the speakers that certainly doesn’t sound like gospel choir interrupts him.

“Miss Y/N, please report to the Park Jimin’s office immadietly.”

“-or he isn’t.” Taehyung ends.

Once again, you’re frozen in place. It’s okay, you tell yourself, maybe he just wants to talk about my essay. But what if he didn’t like it? What if your sudden feminism outburst about Mary Magdalene was too much?

“Holy fuck.” you blurt out quietly.

Taehyung gives you an encouraging smile but he doesn’t look much convinced in positive intentions of summoning you to their boss’ office, he just doesn’t say it aloud. “Well, maybe it won’t be that bad! Maybe he wants to congratulate you,” he tries to comfort you, without success. You look horribly pale and scared to death.

“I repeat: miss Y/N, please report to the Park Jimin’s office immadietly.” Jimin’s stone cold voice pierce through the silence again. You shiver. The journalists in the editorial send you impatient glares.

“Whatever happens, remember that I love you.” Taehyung whispers, squizzing your hand, which makes you even more nervous. He gives you thumbs-up and you take a deep breath, trying to calm your trembling body. A whole Sunday’s Spirit team follow your movements with their eyes.

You stands from your desk on wobbly legs and walk to the door with golden sign hanging on its surface.

 Park Jimin

 Editor-in-chief

You take the knob in your shaking palm and twist, stepping into the lion’s den.

The atmosphere seems to shift when you walk into the room. You could hear your heart rapidly beating through the dead silence that lingers in Park Jimin’s office. “You wanted to see me, sir?” you ask after closing the door, subconsciously cursing yourself for sounding so weak already.

“Yes, have a seat,” Jimin says. “Give me a second. I need to finish something.” he adds when you sit down, not even bothering to spare you a look.

Jimin sits behind his desk, eyes glued to the computer screen. His hair is pushed back from his forehead, his jaw clenched. Oh, great, he looks pissed, you think to yourself.

He isn’t wearing his suit jacket like usually, which surprises you. His white shirt’s sleeves are rolled up, revealing a glimpse of veiny hands and his Rolex. This is the first time you see him like this. He looks so… unlike him.

Strange.

You use the time you have to take in your surroundings. Jimin’s office is painted in fair tone of grey. The rumors were actually right, there’s a smaller version of Michelangelo’s Pietà standing proudly on of the drawers. Behind the desk, on the wall, hangs a wooden cross with gold-plated figurine of Jesus Christ, and just underneath it there’s a framed picture of Lady of Fatima, which he once proudly showed to the whole editorial team on one of the lunchbreaks, saying his grandmother brought him this from her pilgrimage.

You focus your attention now on the wall filled with numerous diplomas and certificates, all of them signed with Park Jimin’s name.

You had read some of his works before you started your job in Sunday’s Spirit and you must admit: Park Jimin is a talented, smart journalist you aspire to be one day. It’s actually sad, you think, that he can’t pursue his career, wasting his abilities by working in catholic newspaper owned by his father. And as you know from Yoongi, his situation isn’t going to change soon. Maybe he was right after all. Money really does rule this world.

After a few minutes that seems to last forever, Jimin breaks the silence. “Do you know why are you here?” he asks, finally averting his attention to you. He stares so deeply into your eyes that you feel you might faint from the intensity of his aura.

You clear your throat, and then respond. “I do believe it’s about my paper I handed in to you this morning.”

Jimin raises his eyebrow at that. “Your paper? No, everything’s fine about it. I read it and I must say, you did a great job,” he says and you furrow your eyebrows. So if nothing’s is wrong with your essay then what does he want?

“Then… why did you call me in, sir?” you hesitantly ponder.

Jimin laces his fingers together and leans closer over the desk. “Well,” he begins, “Maybe you forgot or you really didn’t know about it, but I used to run the same column as you do now,” You nod your head, recalling what Taehyung told you recently. Jimin continues, “I was actually the one who created it. That means I am still, for this day, its administrator. Which leads to another conclusion: every single ask that is send to our editorial and your responses to them can be monitored by me.” he explains, gauging your reaction. You still don’t have an idea why is he telling you that, so you just sit still and wait.

Then, Jimin reaches for the paper that lays on the left side of his desk and hands it to you. “Could you please tell me what is this?” he asks, pointing at the paper.

You glance at it briefly. “These are the questions I got last week and my responses to them.” you reply straightaway.

Park Jimin doesn’t seem much satisfied after hearing your words. He then takes another paper and gives it to you as well. “And this particular one, Y/N? Could you please read it and tell me what is this?”

Ignoring his forego of ‘miss’, you take it to your hands and start reading.

Dear Sunday’s Spirit editorial,

My name is Kang Seoyeon. I study medicine at the University of Seoul, I’ve got an amazing group of friends and a loving boyf-

You gasp and immadietly put a palm over your mouth. Under Seoyeon’s ask there’s also, clear as day, your much inappropriate response to her. In which you persuade the girl to suck her boyfriend off.

Holy fuck. Jesus Christ. Shitshitshit!

Jimin said he monitors everything that people send to the editorial along with the responds. Of course he had to read it. Why have you been so dumb? How could you believe that simple deleting from your inbox would be enough? Why can’t you do something properly for once?

You gulp, trying not to cry because good God, he’s going to fire you. He will kick you out and write a bunch of negative letters to your future employees, in which he will explain in details how disobiedent, reckless of a worker you are.

“Did you also forget how to speak?” Jimin asks. You almost cry out right away from the coldness of his voice.

You muster up a courage and look at him, and that’s a huge mistake because as soon as your eyes meet his, you’re lost for words.”I-I don’t know what to say, sir,” you stammer out. “I have nothing for my defence. I can only apologize for my irresponsible and inappropriate behavior I exhibited.” you say, bowing your head down.

Jimin pursues his lips. He stands from his chair and walks to you, leaning his body on the desk. He takes the paper from you to his hands and starts reading. “If you want to fuck your boyfriend, do it. Maybe God wouldn’t approve that but don’t worry, he won’t send you to hell because of some dick in your pussy,“ he quotes your response to the girl and your cheeks flush in red; you wish nothing more than to disappear and never see your boss again. But he’s relentless and continues reading, spilling the crude words, humiliating you even more. “So you go girl, suck your boyfriend off. Make him beg. He will never leave you after this.“ Jimin chuckles to himself darkly and you shut your eyes. “Look at me when you are spoken to,” he demands. You quickly oblige, lifting your chin a little to meet his intense gaze. “Is that really how a good, catholic girl should act?” he asks in a mocking tone.

You shake your head. “No, it isn’t.”

Jimin clicks his tongue. “Do you think he really won’t leave her after this?” he asks out of the blue.

You furrow your eyebrows. What kind of twisted game is he playing now? “I don’t know, sir.” you answer honestly.

Jimin smirks. Devilishly, sultry and completely illegal. He then licks his lips and leans closer to you. You could swear his eyes are darken than before. Something has shifted in his demeanor; he looks daring. “Why don’t you show me then, how this poor girl should suck her boyfriend off, Y/N?” he whispers lowly.

Your eyes widen. Did he just-?

He didn’t. He can’t. Maybe you misheard him, maybe you started imagining things that aren’t real. Oh, sweet Lord, the look of absolute seriousness written on his face tells you very much different.

Park Jimin, your boss, the man who goes regularly on masses and reads Bible, wants you to give him a head. In his office.

May the God help you.

You should probably slap him in the face for his immoral proposition. You should save your dignity, leave and never come back again. But then, you clear your mind from all those twisted thoughts running through it and you realise that you’re walking on a very thin line. Line which is called unemployment and bankruptcy.

You think about your landlord who praised you recently for keeping up with rent every month regularly. You think about your student loans that you still need to pay.

And fuck, you hate Yoongi because he was damn right. Money wouldn’t buy you happiness, but it can provide you that.

That’s why you put away the humiliation, the what ifs. You shut your mind screaming at you and listing the future consequences. Maybe Jimin just tests you, but the way he looks at you denies it. He wants to see you on your knees in front of him. Perhaps he only wants to play before he fires you but you put that thought aside.

You at least need to try.

Jimin searches for any kind of protest in your eyes and when he doesn’t find it, he’s back to his domineering self. “What are you waiting for?” he asks, his voice an octave lower. “Get on your knees.”

He has a calm expression on his face and you wonder for a moment how many times has he been in similar situation before. Having a woman on his mercy and using her the way he likes. And now you know. All those stories you heard about, are actually true. Park Jimin isn’t a prude. He’s dirty.

You fall to the floor with a light whimper. Maybe it’s the last chance for you to leave, but the confidence that emanates from Jimin doesn’t falter your movements. You hate yourself for that but God, you want to see this man being a mess for your touch. Even if that’s fucked up.

And it’s wrong, so, so wrong, when there’s a cross hanging behind you, when he’s your boss who claims to be a good catholic, when you do that because you’re too afraid to lose your job. But in that moment, the morality doesn’t exist.

Jimin stands up to take his belt off, looking at you from the above as he slowly, purposefully pulls it from the belt loops. He doesn’t encourage you or say anything, he just waits. You gulp when he yanks his black slacks down, along with his underwear.

For a few, solid seconds, you just stare.

You aren’t a connoisseur of dicks. Dick is a dick, but Park Jimin’s length is just as perfect as the rest of him, semi-hard against his lower stomach. Your hands move to his sculpted thighs, running up and down, tracing the prominent lines of his toned abdomen. The muscles tense underneath your touch.

You don’t remember when was the last time you’ve gone down on someone. Maybe it was Taehyung few months ago when you were both too drunk to care? You can’t quite recall. Every move of yours is uncertain, but Jimin doesn’t mind. Maybe your uncertainty turns him on even more.

He watches as you take him in your palm hesitantly, hot and already stiff, stroking him several times until he hardens in your hand. The sight is purely erotic, filthy, and you lick your lips before placing a light kiss on his tip. Jimin hisses. That’s a warning. No teasing.

You pump him, trailing a thumb over his slit, spreading precum all over his cock. Jimin doesn’t say anything but from the shuddering breath he lets out you assume he likes it. You take a deep breath, wrapping your lips around his dick and swirling your tongue around the head.

Jimin groans, a guttural sound resonating through his whole body and you take it as a sign to continue. You ease more of him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head up and down around his length obediently. Some twisted and fucked-up part of you wants him to praise you, call you good girl with your lips around his dick and throbbing core. He does none of that. His hands tangle in your hair as he withdraws, and you know exactly what’s coming next.

It’s an unspoken question on his lips and your jaw falls slacks on command.

A forceful push of his hips and he’s burried deep inside your mouth till he hits the back of your throat. Tears brim in your eyes and you gag, breathing heavily through your nose. It hurts a little, a dull ache but the content sigh and fucked-out expression on Jimin’s face is worth it. So you let him fuck your mouth the way he wants, let him pull your hair harder, wreck you a little more. It’s so easy to submit to him, to let him overwhelm you in every sense possible.

Your eyes fall shut and Jimin stops his movements, pulling from your mouth. Drool dribbles down your chin and you wipe it with the back of your hand. Jimin lets out a shaky breath, staring down at you so intensely it makes your insides tighten, even if you don’t see him yet.

“Look at me,” he rasps and you do, how could you not. The sight of your boss’ flushed cheeks and sweat forming on his forehead will be imprinted in your mind forever.

You curse yourself for wanting him to fuck you senseless right against his deck, with a hand around your throat muffling your screams, fuck you so hard you won’t remember your name anymore, no matter how wrong it is.

“Good girl. You’re so pretty like this, letting me fuck your mouth,” Jimin nothing but purrs, filling you to the brim again, until there are tears forming in your eyes and running down your cheeks, until he hits the base of your throat again and again and you fight back choked gags every time. “Just like that, fuck-” he moans, lowly and beautifully, head thrown back and mouth parted.

He’s close, you could feel that, so you take him deep once again and when your throat tightens around him one last time, he lets out a gutural groan and comes. You swallow every drop of his bitter release and when he pulls out from your mouth, you nearly fall forward.

Jimin catches you, placing his hands on your shoulders, balancing your exhausted body. You look at him through your half-lidded eyes. He looks so young now, so innocent, his cold demeanor’s gone and replaced by pure bliss written on his face. For Park Jimin, cheeks rosy, disheveled hair and loosen tie, you would do it all over again.

He then does something unexpected. He reaches for your face, brushing your tangled hair away and placing the strands behind your ears. This is a loving gesture, something exclusive he definitely shouldn’t be doing. You’re frozen, you can’t move a muscle while he wipes your cheeks from the reminiscences of your tears. He trails his thumb over your swollen lips absentmindedly, faltering there. For a moment he looks like he might say something, but he quickly shuts his mouth, regaining his previous posture.

You take this as a sign to leave. You get up from the floor, your knees sore from the uncomfortable position you’ve been in. You walk to the mirror that hangs on the wall of Jimin’s office. You sigh, seeing your current state. There’s no way someone would believe you that you haven’t just sucked a dick.

Your cheeks are flushed in pink, there are smudges of mascara under your eyes and your lipstick is smeared in the corners of your mouth. Not to mention your hair is still a mess.

You are painted in all shades of wrong.

In the reflection of the mirror you see Jimin buckling up his belt and straightening his tie. He runs a hand through his blond locks and looks up, catching you staring at him. You quickly look away.

“Don’t worry. No one will notice anything. Everyone should be off for their lunchbreaks by now.” he says. He sounds so pathetically normal, yet there’s still a slight rasp in his voice.

You glance at the watch on your hand and check the time. It’s a little past 12. You brush your hair with your fingers quickly and proceed to leave, but you stop, remembering you have to ask about one last thing. You turn around to face him.

“Are you going to write a bad opinion about me to my future employees?” you ask, flinching at the hoarseness of your voice.

Jimin raises his eyebrows. “Bad opinion? No, absolutely not,” he answers, shaking his head. “I was never going to fire you in first place.”

You fight back the shocked expression that threatens to appear on your face. You quickly rush to leave this damn office and never look in his eyes ever again. What were you even thinking?

“And Y/N,” Jimin’s voice makes you stop with your hand hovering over the door knob. Single tear rolls down your cheek and you gulp. “I’m sorry.” it’s all he says.

You don’t ask him what he meant by that. You don’t deliberate if he was sincere or not. You leave the office as soon as you can, running to the nearest bathroom, closing the door behind you and leaning on it.

He wasn’t going to fire you. He just wanted to use you, demand to get down on your knees and please him the way he wants. It was all a game for him, and you became his plaything.

“I’m so stupid,” you mutter to yourself, burying your head in your hands. “God, I’m so stupid.”

You feel sick, used, but at the same time you can’t get away with creeping feeling that you enjoyed it, wishing he wanted you just as much as you wanted him in that moment.

You sigh, closing your eyes. You’re probably foolish for thinking it won’t have any consequences. You’re just about to face them.

The coldness of early Spring hits you when you exit Sunday’s Spirit editorial. You hug your body tighter with your coat, standing in front of the building awkwardly. You take a few deep breaths, trying to clear your mind, but nothing really works. There’s a vacant space inside your body, like your soul has drifted away and left nothing but emptiness.

You feel hollow.

You don’t know how long have you been standing there, inhaling fresh air and waiting for your blood to start circulating properly in your veins again. When you’re about to head to the underground station, on the corner of your eye you see Jimin’s black Mercedes. You probably shouldn’t stare but you helplessly do.

Probably if you didn’t, it would hurt less.

He approaches the car, looking perfectly fine as always, which you couldn’t say about yourself. And he isn’t alone.

You recognize dark curls of Chins-sun’s hair, contrasting her beige coat beautifully. The corners of Jimin’s lips lift when he sees her. You don’t know if it’s a honest smile or a forced one. You wonder for a while how does he look like when he’s truly happy. Maybe he’s happy now, when Chin-sun is by his side.

What you are really sure about Park Jimin, is that he’s a man of many maybes.

Something which definitely doesn’t look forced are his palms, cupping the cheeks of Chin-sun’s flushed face. He starts tracing circles on her skin in intimate gesture and murmurs something. Maybe he asks her how was her day. Your lips still tingle where he trailed his thumb over it bitten, swollen surface. Maybe he still remembers how they felt around his cock when he was relentlessly bringing tears to your eyes and stabs to your heart.

The way he leans and kisses Chin-sun’s cherry colored lips is purposeful, perfectly measured. Maybe he sighs into her mouth with content, a beautiful sound you have witnessed with your own ears, as you were working him to his climax. Jimin’s hands grip Chin-sun’s dark locks but it isn’t the similar manner he did to you earlier, as he laced his fingers through the strands, when you wished him to do nothing more than pull harder and harder, until the pain in you scalp was replaced by dull ache, until a whimper fell from your lips and eyes squeezed shut. He kisses Chin-sun lovingly and there’s no roughness in that. It’s gentle caresses and soft murmurs.

After a moment he breaks off, soothing his palms over Chin-sun’s shoulders. She sends him a smile and opens the passenger’s door, getting into the car. And then, when you swallow a lump in your throat, when you decide to turn around and go, run as fast as you possibly can, when you dream about nothing more but never seeing him again, you catch eyes with him.

Jimin looks pathetically apologetic. There’s something in his dark brown orbs you can’t read. Maybe it’s guilt, maybe regret. Park Jimin is a man of many maybes, yet he stares at you with expression you could only mistaken for sadness.

You wonder if he sees the way your eyes stare at him blankly. You wonder if he knows how he nearly wrecked your body and made you feel things you shouldn’t. If he hurts the same way as you do now. However, Jimin quickly diverts his head away from you, closing the door to his car behind him as well. You laugh quietly at the ridiculousness of this situation. A bitter laugh that escapes your mouth and deepen the hollowness inside you.

A hand touches your arm and you don’t even flinch, knowing already who it is.

“So you know the news,” Taehyung says, looking at Jimin’s car leaving the parking lot. How long has he been standing behind you?

“What news?” you ask, turning your head to look at him.

“Chin-sun is really going to be miss Park officially,” he replies. “Jimin proposed to her this weekend. The wedding is in may. But that’s not important right now. How’s your conversation with him, sweetheart?”

You feel sick. You excuse yourself, mentioning something about needing to catch earlier train and texting him later. Taehyung calls after you but you don’t listen. You start running.

You run until you couldn’t breathe, until there’s a soreness in your throat from the coldness of air. You run until you reach your apartment, stumbling into it on wobbly legs. Your back touches the wall and you slide off, sitting on the floor.

You don’t cry. The tears don’t strain your eyes. It’s only this damned, dull hollowness.

There’s written in the Bible that a guilty person is the one who broke God’s law, who committed a sin. The said person will be judged by their actions after their death. Because every human being has a conscience, the thing that sets the line between good and bad, so when we did something wrong, we should feel remorse.

When you sit on the floor and stare blankly in front of yourself, you know you have sinned.You both did. You wonder if he, trailing patterns of tender touches on his fiancee’s skin, feels the same as you. You wonder if guilt eats him up as much as devours you. Maybe there’s hollow ache in his chest, just like in yours. Maybe he doesn’t feel anything.

And may the God help you both find your redemption.

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[yijae]

hello!!! i’m chey and before i introduce you all to my boy yijae, i would first like to let it be known that the only form of animal crossing i have ever played is pocket camp </3 but i watch the hell out of island tours on yt so i was so excited to see this rp in the tags! you can find yijae’s profile here and his plots here and.... a mess under the cut but i’ll call it an intro

first of all:  no, his name is not actually yijae. it’s a play on his name because another romanization of the surname lee is yi, so it’s his surname + the second syllable of his given name. might refer to him as this in threads, might not, but it’s his main nickname that his friends prob use with him! he likes it a lot.

the youngest of three. was really young when he lost his parents, doesn’t have any solid memories of them so he kind of views his siblings as half-siblings, half-parents.

endured a lot of people telling him that he was lucky to have siblings to look after him and needed to behave well, show appreciation, not give them a hard time. most people who said that meant well, but it bothered him a lot bc that’s like telling a kid they can’t get upset Ever because they’re lucky someone is raising them.

anyway it resulted in him being an ass-kisser as a kid, didn’t want to give anyone (esp his siblings) a reason to view him as a nuisance / pest

developed really, really good people skills bc he was constantly looking for ways to make himself useful / valuable in some way, felt like he had to prove his worth. genuinely very social, likes people a lot so it’s whatever, really. he probably would’ve ended up developing good people skills regardless

he does have a rly bad temper tho...... beware

also has anxiety and a lot of his symptoms are the lesser understood ones (w/ the main one being irritability/anger), so mix that with his naturally short temper and he do b causing scenes and hurting feelings sometimes

literally always seen carrying some kind of bottle w/ water in it because once he starts getting overwhelmed, he starts getting Hot and it’s just.... handy to have water at his disposal whenever he needs it yk

most of the time, he’s pretty well-put together and very very smiley!!! considered the face of able siblings’ clothing shop bc he greets each and every customer with a smile. always available to answer questions, give recommendations, relay messages to his siblings or just chat! not really all that skilled when it comes to sewing or any other skills directly related to clothes (which is partially why customer service is his main duty) but if u’re in a rush, he’ll try really hard

pretty much the only thing that can make him lose his cool w/ customers is if you come in and start talkin shit about any of the items

values the store a lot, but also kind of feels like he carries more than his fair share of the weight. definitely not true LMAO but that belief makes him get annoyed w/ his siblings sometimes

if you ever come into the store at the wrong moment and find him throwing a fit / fighting with his sibling, no you didn’t <3

keeps a sketchbook full of clothing ideas. ofc he’ll never make any of ‘em because he’s not quite that crafty, but he shares them with his siblings / with other store employees to see if they’re up to the challenge. collects lots of different fashion magazines to keep up with trends or just to look at bc he thinks fashion’s neat

if he’s not @ the store, he’s probably riding his bike around either one of the islands. enjoys bike rides a ton, likes to feel the wind in his hair and nonchalantly see what’s going on outside of the shop (aka he’s nosy)

fun, but also kind of flaky??? like he’s the guy who will Definitely go to that party with you on short notice but will also call out of plans you made with him 6 months ago

sometimes he goes mia for a couple days, always has some really dumb explanation like “i was hunting for crabs and i lost track of time” or “i was attending a 4-day clown seminar” or “i was camping with my boy, bigfoot” but really he’s just been laying in his bed and trying to re-energize. it b that way sometimes

speaking of crabs... he likes them a lot! thinks they’re groovy lil’ things. ticket into his heart? crab-hunting with him!!!! he doesn’t disturb them too much, he just likes to dig them out of the sand and look at them for a minute, then let them go. he thinks they’re super funny-looking so sometimes he just... laughs his ass off as they scuttle away. some people who have witnessed this have nicknamed him The Crab Bully, but he doesn’t have any bad intentions. it’s just entertaining for him

wears glasses most of the time bc his sight is terrible. could wear contacts, yeah, but he has chronically dry eyes and artificial tears only go So Far! aka it’s more comfy to wear glasses even if they make his face look even rounder than it already is

has a slight lisp. very very slight. mainly when he has to pronounce s/th or l/r... skz stans you know what i’m talking about

fucks with his hair a lot. kind of a comfort thing, kind of a fashion thing. it’s dark blue atm, but it changes pretty frequently. he does it himself, too, so you already know his hair is fried to HELLLLLL

really social, but also might ghost you for three weeks and then resume the convo as if he never left. knows he looks like the pleading emoji (god knows he’s been told enough times) so he uses his cuteness to his advantage when he knows he’s been actin like a dirtbag. also might send funny animal vids to ease his way back into ur life

when i say he’s really social, i mean he’s really social. will talk to anyone and everyone. make eye contact with him for half a second On Accident and oh, no, here he goes. very interested in other people, wants to know everything you’re willing to share. depending on the person, this can either be really comforting or really overwhelming. u think u want him to shut up but then he shuts up and it’s like damn..... why isn’t yijae talking. that’s weird

idk... i feel like i’m leaving out some really important info but this is all i’ve got for now. feel free to ask me if there’s anything else you wanna know about him!

#would you believe me if i told you that this short compared to my usual intros

[pollylynn]

Title: Up in the Sky WC: 900

“What do you think, mutant powers or years of training?” — Kate Beckett, Heroes and Villains (4 x 02)

He feels like they are leaping tall buildings in a single bound. Together, they are leaping. He doesn’t understand it. He’s not inclined to question it—he’d be the last person on earth to look gift superpowers in the mouth, let alone superpowers shared jointly with her—but he doesn’t quite understand what it is that has moved the needle, and moved it so dramatically. He only knows they are leaping. 

She is suddenly playful with him. She has openly gawped at his Avengers #1 and let him get away with an invitation to peruse his issues at her leisure. She has tweaked him about how obvious his choice of superhero doppelgänger is, and she’s been every bit as brazen about it as she would have been six, seven, eight months ago—back when they could flirt at will and each produce a significant other to show it was harmless. 

It’s striking. It seems to happen in such all-at-once fashion that an abrupt, terrible paranoia sets in that she has a significant other she could produce, and maybe it’s not him she’s leaping with. Maybe Josh has returned. Maybe there’s a baker’s dozen of Josh substitutes in her life, and he has, once again, become irrelevant enough that playfulness and faux flirting are on the table. It’s a terrible, painful paranoia, though it’s mercifully short-lived. 

There’s too much evidence to the contrary for it not to be short-lived. She’s brittle on his behalf with Gates, and softly pleading with him to play it safe, take it down a notch. She is, from beginning to end of the whole Lone Vengeance saga, surprisingly—and . . . across-the-board—open with him. It’s not that she’s wearing her heart on her sleeve exactly, though he keeps a sharp eye out for it. 

But she listens to his woes when it comes to his daughter’s impending flight from the nest, but she kicks his ass about it in a matter-of-fact way that feels new. She declines to elaborate on how she “knows” Ann Hastings is innocent, but far from getting defensive or turning away, she faces him and leaves it at I just know—a declaration that, not seven months ago, she’d taken him to task for making about Damien Westlake. She makes a point of looking at him when she says it, of acknowledging the painful bit of shared history and showing him that he is at least partly responsible for a pretty seismic shift in her. 

On the other end of the spectrum, she now seems to be the queen of the amused, scandalized, exasperated sidelong glance as Tyler Faris’s mother rolls a cigarette between her fingers and notes they’re going to need a bigger pad if they want to have a hope in hell of cataloguing her son’s enemies. She peeks at him from beneath the hand she’s using to shield her eyes from the sudden, unwelcome sight of Tony Valtini dropping trou. She catches his eye, again and again, and he knows—he just knows—that they are newly in this together. 

It’s a novel reality that’s nearly as terrifying as it is exhilarating. He is giddy with joy over the view from the heights they’re ascending to, but in between those many moments, there’s fear. 

 He is afraid to hope. To the marrow of his bones, he is afraid, though no one can be as surprised as he is to realize that it’s fear that’s left now that most of his anger has ebbed away. Most of it. 

Those silent months without her cut deep. They surgically excised some portion of his fundamentally optimistic nature and left in its place a kind of jaded cynicism he has only ever played for effect before, and that is inclined to pipe up. It is inclined to make him mistrust her and to hate himself for the secret he is keeping. That jaded cynicism is inclined to hiss that this—all of this—is contingent on the very thing it is now his sworn duty to keep her from doing. 

And it’s true. That impossible tension is at least as true as the playful flirting, the vulnerability, all of it.

He doesn’t know what to do with that. There seems to be no viable course of action, given that Catch-22. It brings him back to earth with a thump. She doesn’t though. She refuses to. He looks to the sky, he watches her new way of moving through the world—how tentative, yet determined it is—and he feels irrevocably grounded. 

But she leaps once more—a tall, tall building this time—and she tugs him along. The two of them watch Ann Hastings and Paul Whittaker depart the scene.  The young cop and the journalist/wannabe Stan Lee do look, for wall the world, like the two of them—or some multiverse iteration of Nikki Heat and Jameson Rook, anyway.

It’s a warm, rewarding moment that turns suddenly electric, suddenly alarming as Ann Hastings lays a hungry kiss on Paul Whittaker. He feels the blood creeping up the back of his neck. He turns to her with some kind of chaotic apology on his lips. But she’s looking at him sidelong with a knowing, conspiratorial, yearning grin on her face. And they are, together, leaping tall buildings in how ever many bounds it takes. 

A/N: My leaps are not even a thing; I am stuck to the ground

images via homeofthenutty

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[near-dareis-mai]

HDM Episode 1x07 recap

Recap of His Dark Materials Episode 1x07: The Fight to the Death

SO MUCH HAPPENS IN THIS EPISODE YOU GUYS

so we start with marisa standing alone in the ruins of the abadoned Bolvangar

obligatory Ruth Wilson Scream (TM)

marisa finds the handmaiden still hanging around, for some reason

then marisa goes absolutely apeshit on her for no real reason, bc that’s just how she be

the she calms down

then we turn to lyra, who’s miraculously unharmed after falling out of lee’s balloon

she hears growling in the distance, and thinks it might be iorek

but she’s so so wrong

then we get a glimpse of what is presumably the subtle knife in action, carving a gateway to will’s world

it’s B'Oréal of course

after that short scene (I told you a LOT gets covered in this episode), we’re back to Lyra, who’s being taken prisoner into Iofur’s fortress

there's blood on the steps to the fortress, and i have SO MANY QUESTIONS like how is the blood spilled so neatly without the snow being disturbed at all??? because no way could an actual fight or killing have taken place here without disturbing all those aesthetic snowdrifts

Anways Lyra gets locked up in the fortress. In true "child of asriel and marisa" fashion, she attempts to fight her way out of the cell

pan, who has braincells which i can only presume are inherited from stelmaria instead, suggests using the alethiomtere instead

at this point, the other prisoner in lyra's cell suddenly makes himself known

he introduces himself as jotham santelia, regius professor of cosmology at the university of gloucester

lyra finds out from the alethiometer that iorek is coming to save her, but he’ll most certainly be killed by iofur’s guards around the fortress

back in lyra's cell, jotham tells her that what iofur wants more than anything is to have a daemon like humans do

this gives lyra an idea and she wastes no time in putting it into action

back in “our” world, boreal is at it again

just like will in the last episode, he’s listening to one of john parry’s interviews

now, let me just stop here and say that we're 7 episodes in and I have still no fucking clue what Lord Boreal is really up to, but the actor puts so much nuance and thought into every expression that I somehow forget this everytime he's on screen

back to lyra, she's being led to iofur's throne room 

i know these bears are supposed to be scary and awe-inspiring but THEY'RE SO FWUFFY

lyra starts off her plan with such a breathtakingly blatant lie...

... which Iorek fully believes???

lyra convinces iofur that if he fights iorek in single combat, he'll win her as his daemon

to “prove” to iofur that she’s a daemon, lyra answers a question by him that only a daemon would know the answer to, using the help of her alethiometer

she gives the right answer to the question of who iofur’s first kill was, which was his own father

meanwhile, lord boreal is off to find john parry's letters, to see if he can find something about john's real goal in them

he forces his way into the house past will’s mom elaine, and i'm already like 🔪🔪🔪

boreal doesn’t waste time getting down to business

SHOUTOUT TO MRS. ELAINE PARRY WE STAN A QUEEN

ok if he wasn't such a snake i'd almost feel bad for boreal, he just CANNOT get ANYTHING done in our world... first he has to deal with parking tickets, then he gets his car clamped, then the people he's trying to threaten actually know their rights under the law... this man is so tired

then his snake daemon decides to make an appearance

anways he leaves elaine after that, and i really want him 🗡️🗡️🗡️ for trying to gaslight her like that

then boreal goes back to his car and asks his goons to get the letters from the parry house by any means necessary

back in lyra's world, iorek finally reaches her, and lyra lets him know of the single combat she's arranged between him and iofur

off we go to the fight, and it's a sign of how into this world i'm getting that i'm seeing a perfectly normal polar bear on my screen and i'm getting uNCOMFORTABLE

so the bears both take their armour off for the fight, which I do not remember happening in the books

At first, it looks like iofur defeats iorek pretty handily

Lyra mourns her fallen friend

iofur realizes that she was lying to him the whole time

then it turns out iorek was just faking his death, and he does a suprise attack on iofur and kills him, in a scene which mostly takes place off screen for some reason

back in our world, elaine is waiting for will when he gets out of school

back in lyra's world, iorek officially becomes king of the armoured bears

Iorek leads lyra to roger, who’ll be joining her to find and free asriel

lyra checks her alethiometer and finds out that her mother is coming after asriel too...

...and she makes a decision that i truly cannot understand

then we get a seemingly unencessary affirmation from Roger, and a lingering closeup on him, for NO REASON

back to marisa

we get an incredibly uncomfortable standoff between marisa and father macphail over her joining them to capture asriel, with what i'm quite sure are supposed to be sexual undertones to the dialogue

back in will's world, they realize their home has been broken into, so will leaves his mom with his boxing coach, and heads back to their home to investigate

shoutout to the coach for just taking all of this in stride

meanwhile, lin manuel scoresby did in fact make it out the crash alive, and is visited again by serafina pekkala

she gives him back his gun, and he agrees to basically be on call for whenever lyra needs him

then we get a really beautiful scene of lyra and roger riding on iorek towards lord asriel's lab

back to will, who's at home opening his letters from his father,when he's interrupted by boreal's goons

will tries to fight one of them, and the guy trips over moxie the cat, and falls over the stairs

meanwhile, marisa is getting ready to apprehend asriel with the magisterium, and we all know the magisterium are the bad guys, so of course lord asriel is the good guy, right?

...right?

we get a quick scene of will running away from his house without even saying goodbye to his mother. my poor son :(

lyra, roger and iorek finally reach lord asriel's lab

here it comes...

Oh.

then stelmaria alerts asriel to the fact that roger is also here

corporate has asked you to find the difference between these two pictures

(there is no difference. they are the same.)

And that’s what you missed last week on How To Traumatize Your Children In Eight Easy Episodes!

#his dark materials #hdm #the fight to the death #lyra belacqua #iorek byrnison #iofur raknison #serafina pekkala #lee scoresby #marisa coulter #pantalaimon #mrs. coulter #jotham santelia #stelmaria #hdm recaps

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Squealing Santa 2k19: The Teasy Lee

Happy Holidays to @ticklishraspberries! I love you so much, I was so happy to be your Squealing Santa!

And thank you to @ticklygiggles for hosting at the end of this decade <3 much love

Also

I’ve never written for IT before so PLEASE BE GENTLE WITH ME

I never read the book, I’ve only seen the movies

I’M SORRY IF NOTHING MAKES SENSE

I TRIED

I LOVED WRITING IT THO NGL

ENJOY!

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This was the Losers Club’s first holiday spent together. They gathered at Bill’s place, everyone choosing to wear their own rendition of “ugly” sweaters. The night was winding down and they were all seated comfortably in the den, some squished onto the sofa, some in chairs, and some choosing to sit on the rug. 

“No no no!” they were all screaming over each other, but Bev wanted to get the story straight.

“Come on, we all knew you were the one getting hit on the most,” Richie brazenly said about Beverly.

“We were all losers, Rich, no one wanted to be with any of us,” Stan reminded. 

“If you think me being called a slut for my entire teenhood in Derry is me ‘getting hit on’ then you need to figure shit out,” Bev stated matter of factly, taking a strong gulp of her whiskey.

Richie shook his head, “Not what I was saying at all. But we all wanted to bang you.”

“Soho you guys are everyone in Derry, huh?”

“Rich, just shut up,” Eddie reprimanded, giving him a jab to his side. Richie jerked. 

“I’m just curious to get opinions! Clearly Big Ben wasn’t getting any back in the day!”

“Thanks, Richie,” Ben remarked with a gentle smile, sarcasm in his voice. That made Bev and Mike laugh. 

“Bill had a shot,” Richie reasoned, “And I was always out for the taking.”

Bill laughed, “Oh yeahah, with those magnifying glass lenses, you were a real catch.”

“Hey, I was skinny. I had a great sense of fashion. I was a catch.”

Now Eddie started laughing and Richie looked over, looking aghast, “Excuse me? Somethin’ you wanna say, Eds?”

“If you were a catch, then I was a fucking gift.”

“I’m real hurt, asshole,” Richie wiggled his fingers by Eddie’s neck, making the other man giggle and recoil.

“Knohock it off, dickhead!” and Eddie retaliated by rapidly squeezing both of Richie’s sides. Richie immediately backed off and his cheeks flushed pink as he laughed, barely fighting off Eddie’s hands. 

“Hey, remember when you guys first joined the club?” Stan asked, pointing specifically at Bev, Ben, and Mike, “I remember you saying that since Richie was the jokester that he would always be starting tickle fights. Like he was the big tease.”

“And it turns out he’s the biggest lee of us all,” Bev completed the rest of Stan’s point with a grin, looking over at Eddie and Richie on the floor. Eddie had stopped tormenting him.

“N-Not true,” Richie caught his breath and sat up, “I always picked on you guys and kept winning. I never let on that I liked... you know, that,” he pushed his glasses up his nose. 

“Oh no, but you trying to tickle us didn’t mean you wanted us to retaliate?” Bill added with a smirk. 

“Yeah, I was always scared to be with you when you were in a playful mood, Richie,” Ben admitted, “But it turned out you were all talk.”

Richie’s face was full-red by now, partially from the alcohol he’d been consuming all night, mostly because of all this talk of tickling. And him being the lee of the group.  

“Everyone just shut up.”

“Youhu’re also like the most ticklish, aren’t you, Rich?” Eddie was taking so much pleasure in his friend’s suffering. 

“Fucking give it a rest, guys! We get it!”

“You’re gonna get it alright,” Bev leaned forward from her place on the couch and wrapped her arms around Richie’s shoulders, since he was sitting in front of her legs this whole time. She got her arms situated and started pinching at Richie’s belly. 

“FUHUCK!” Richie exclaimed. 

The other losers in the vicinity (Ben, Eddie, and Bill), took their turns placing well-aimed pokes and squeezes to Richie’s not-so-prone body. And Richie’s body wasn’t protesting, no matter how much the insults and curses flew from his mouth. 

Richie moreso sunk to the floor onto his back and wriggled whenever the tickles landed. 

“Bill! Nohoho, don’t fucking do it, mahan! BILL!” Richie shrieked when Bill grabbed hold of Richie’s ankle and started to tickle vigorously over his socked foot. He scratched right in the arches and that started to make Richie yank on his leg for freedom. 

“Most ticklish,” Eddie said again, now fluttering his own fingers right behind Richie’s ears and on his neck.

“Biggest lee,” Bev continued the teasing, pinching up and down his ribs.

“Not so much a tickle monster,” Ben happily added.

Richie was gasping for breath by the time they were all finished with him. Bev kissed the top of his head. 

“Y-You’re... You’re all dicks...” Richie breathed out.

“But you love us,” Beverly poked her toe into Richie’s side.

Richie did. He really did love all of them. And he loved them for loving him the way he was. They gave him what he needed. 

“Who wants a top off?” Mike went around pouring the last of their whiskey into each of their glasses. 

The night went on and Richie was super thankful for his friends. Fucking crazy, lonely, lovable losers. 

#squealing santa 2k19 #It #it: chapter two #it ch 2 #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #beverly marsh #bill denbrough #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #stan uris #tickling #ticklish!richie #losers club #lee!richie