#Woo back on the horse baby lets get SAD

[mewnekoice-mecha]

Hope

@selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs

GL doing a mashup for a Project, Bungou gang hear part of it while still in the game. Play video when Part 2 is spoken. (Don't own video or other images)

It was another day for the Bungou cast. When they tune in to see what GL was up to today. Logining in they noticed that GL wasn't alone, other than her there were three males and one other female. Also, music was playing in the background, but it sounded.....off?

"Hey, what's GL doing? Who are those people?" Atsushi asked. "Not sure but whatever is going on, I think were about to get a clue." Ranpo said.

It suddenly went dark, before words showed on a board behind them. "Is this what I think,"Kunikida.

Part 2: Wild & Free (GL, Female, Male) "Huh, whatever this is, is being done in movements," Dazai speculated.

Baby, this is what you came for Lightning strikes every time she moves

We're all bored, we're all so tired of everything We wait for trains that just aren't coming We show off our different scarlet letters— Trust me, mine is better I was so much younger yesterday

You're a real life fantasy, you're a real life fantasy (huh!) But you're moving so carefully; let's start living dangerously

Deep in my bones, I can feel you Take me back to a time only we knew Hideaway, I… (I wanna feel you un—feel you under my body) We could waste the night with an old film Smoke a little weed on the couch in the back room Hideaway, I… When I'm low, low, low, low I, oh, I, oh, I Got me feeling drunk and high So high, so high (Ah Ah Ah) Oh, I, oh, I, oh, I Now I'm feeling drunk and high So high, so high (Ah Ah Ah)

Can't keep my hands to myself I thank God every day (u-huh) (My hands to myself) That I woke up feelin' this way (Can't keep my hands to myself)

"wow, this isn't just one song is it," Chuuya remarked. "This is an amazing talent."

Don't give up, I won't give up (woo-hoo) Don't give up, no no no (I won’t give up) Don't give up, I won't give up (woo-hoo) Don't give up, no no no

Cause I got that sunshine in my pocket Got that good soul in my feet I feel that hot blood in my body when it drops, ooh (I’m a cool girl) I can't take my eyes up off it, moving so phenomenally (I love cheap thrills) Hey Room on lock the way we rock it, so don't stop (I love cheap thrills) We're gonna be alright

Baby, don't you know All them tears gon' come and go Baby, you just gotta make up your mind That every little thing is gonna be alright You don't gotta go to work

Gimme the ting and make me rock in a dance (work, work, work) Gimme the ting and make me rock in a dance (work, work, work, work) Mash it up, hot step in a dance (work, work, work, work) Gimme the ting and make me rock (work, work, work) Light it up

He won't touch you like I do (Let me love you) He won't love you like I would (Let me love you) He don't know your body, he don't do you right (woo) He won't love you like I would Love you like I would You’ll never bring me down (woo)

(He) Oh oh oh here oh oh oh here (woo) Oh, baby, you should go and love yourself (oh) Like we used to do… (He) Oh oh oh here oh oh oh here (woo shit) And I can't wait till we can break up outta here ("Nah" to the "Ah" to the "No", "No", "No")

Here oh, oh, oh He better call Becky with the good hair

As that part faded, new words showed up.

Part 3: Hurt & Lost

(I) Paradise, paradise, paradise, paradise (War zone, war zone, war zone, war zone) There's no use crying about it Darling, all I know is we're hiding away from this tonight Sad song, Oh, this tonight, sad song

I'm praying to catch you whispering (Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah) No easy love could ever make me feel the same I got high as your expectations Last night, I came to a realization And I hope you can take it No, I'm too good to you

But, baby, don't get it twisted You was just another man on the hit list Tryna fix your inner issues with a bad bitch Didn't they tell you that I was a savage? Fuck your white horse and a carriage Bet you never could imagine Daddy told me “Go, go ahead now.”

[Shot gun] I know what you did last summer (ah-ah) Just lie to me there's no other (he-ey) I know what you did last summer Tell me where you've been You needed me (hoo-woo hoo-woo-woo hoo-woo) On that, it's almost shocking Gone, gone (ho-yeah)

In the night she hears him calling (woo) In the night she's dancing to relieve the pain That's why I need a one dance Got a Hennessy in my hand With you in the middle (we don't have to go out) I'm just a sucker for pain

(Oh) Soon I'll be sixty years old, will I think the world is cold Or will I have a lot of children who can warm me? (Oh) Soon I'll be sixty years old (you were so perfect) You were a, you were a perfect illusion (ah)

Ah-ah

"AH WHAT'S GL DOING," Kenji yelped in shocked, as GL was now the only person being shown, sadly smiling at the camera.

GL: True love brought salvation back into me. With every tear came redemption, and my torture became my remedy.

Part 4: Relief & Reminiscence

(Something bout you)

I hate you, I love you I hate that I love you Don't want to but I can't put nobody else above you I hate you, I love you I hate that I want you You want her, you need her And I'll never be her

This was all you, none of it me You put your hands on, on my body and told me Mmm That was what you told me

I'm giving you up I've forgiven it all You set me free

Are we out of the woods yet? Are we out of the woods yet? Are we out of the woods yet? Are we out of the woods? Are we in the clear yet? Are we in the clear yet? Are we in the clear yet? In the clear yet? Good

Can't you see there's no other man above you? What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you Hold up, they don't love you like I love you Slow down, they don't love you like I love you

I hop up out the bed and get my swag on Baby I just need one good one to stay (Ba ba ba ba ba) Hey

I'll stop time for you The second you say you'd like me too (Ah ah oh ah ah) I just wanna give you the loving that you're missing Baby, just to wake up with you Would be everything I need and this could be so different Tell me what you want to do (standing with the army)

Dark times Baby when we were young There was nothing to make believe (Bright side) And the songs that we sang They were written for you and me But yet it's everything So don't change a thing We both know what they say about us Now you need to forward and give me all the…

Work, work, work, work, work, work He said me hafi Work, work, work, work, work, work He see me do mi Dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt! And so me put in Work, work, work, work, work, work

(Woo) Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out (Woo) Are we out of the woods? Hey!

Remember when you hit the brakes too soon? Twenty stitches in the hospital room When you started cryin', baby, I did, too But when the sun came up, I was lookin' at you Remember when we couldn't take the heat I walked out and said, "I'm settin' you free," But the monsters turned out to be just trees And when the sun came up, you were lookin' at me

It was just like a song My God, this reminds me Of when we were young

If you're ready, if you're ready (send my love to your new lover) If you're ready, I'm ready (treat her better) We've gotta let go of all of our ghosts We both know we ain't kids no more

Come on, let it go (If you're ready, if you're ready) Just let it be (If you're ready, I'm ready) Why don't you be you (If you're ready, if you're ready) And I'll be me?

I'm only one (my youth is yours) Call away (wild wild) I'll be there to save the day (wild wild) (We ain't ever getting older) You're driving me wild, wild, wild (Shake, Bend and break, but I can't turn away) You're driving me wild, wild, wild (and it's driving me wild) We ain't ever getting older

It was just like a movie It was just like a song When we were young

Silence, before cheers erupted from the cast. they got so hyped they started spaming the game in text feature with gifts and outfits.

"Hey GL, you're phone is spasing out, you got a date or something," a male said, grabbing GL attention.

"No, wonder what's going on...huh what in the?" GL was shocked to see she had new gifts from her Bungou game, out of nowhere. It was a mystery.

[ken-katayanagi]

More MM! Takaaki headcannons because I can (Warnings for Series typical Violence and Death)

Once again this was inspired by Among Us games with edgy-senju who has also done art for it go give them love!

Alright actual Headcannons

I'd imagine his outfit is very close to his uniform, with the pressed shirt and nice slacks, but I think he'd sling his jacket over his back and have a police hat with the Monokuma symbol

The jacket is embrodied with the Monokuma symbol as well, but below that it has the Japanese Police logo, but with a bear head instead of the circle in the middle

He still has a badge, but it looks more like his hit list page

He slowly crushed the Japanese police from the inside out, using his association with the former prime minister to make the department lose public support and thus funding, so by the time the MDIDIHH came around the police could hardly do anything.

All Monokuma's are programmed to identify and protect Taka. Later, Mondo is also added to their protection list.

Takaaki didnt create Monokuma, and honestly doesnt care for him, only seeing him as a tool for his own gain. Their relationship is tense at best, and they're really only pulled together by the fact they seemingly want the same thing.

Takaaki attempted to recruit Taka to his cause at more than one point during the Killing Game, but he always thought his notes or videos were disturbing mockings from Monokuma.

Chihiro and Mondo were both kept alive once it became apperent that they were becoming close with Taka, Byakuka and Toko being framed as having killed each other when Takaaki just straight up shot them with the minigun.

This led to Chapter 2 being the double murder, and Celeste and Hifuimi just hammering out their issues in Chapter 3.

Thats all for now!

[juminsmysticmc]

Heyo hope your having a lovely Evening/Afternoon/Morning, I was wondering if you could write RFA+ Saeran and V reacting to there child walking in on them while doing it with Mc. I really do love all your stuff and keep up the amazing work

RFA+ Minor Duo who’s children walk in while they are having sex with Mc ( Smut, NSFW ) 

Mention of Sex, Orgasm, smutty talk 

Hello, that’s pretty nice, ahaha XD thank god it never happened to me, I think I would ever be able to look into my parents eyes but I am curious, did this happen to you guys? Tell me your opinion to this HC, I am interested what you think about it! Have a nice day!!

Jumin

The sex between you and Jumin was amazing.

He knew how to make you happy and you, to be honest, knew how to make him feel good too.

Both of you could have an intimate moment anywhere and anytime.

While Jaehee is outside working, while his father is talking to the chef at the restaurant you’re at, well, you both were rather brave.

But something you never tried was having sex during the day while your five years old son was in the room next to you.

,,What if he walks in?’’ you asked Jumin as he kissed your neck and began to massage the skin between your tights, making you moan.

,,He won’t, we will hear him… just don’t be so loud,’’ he whispered with a raspy voice as he now arrived at your panties.

,,Ah~ wait, let’s close the door…’’ you whined, but Jumin didn’t give you a chance.

Your husband lightly pushed you against his desk, making his stuff fall on the floor as he pulled down your clothes.

Your wet pussy was now naked in front of him as he kissed your vulva and stroked your belly.

,,I’m sure he wants a little sibling too…’’ Jumin said and kissed your clit, making you whine a bit louder.

Jumin grabbed your hips and put his nose on your clit as he licked your pussy, putting his tongue into you and feeling your walls.

You whined and moaned even louder, gasping for air.

You could feel him smirk against your lips and felt that you would soon give up below his touch, when suddenly, a voice came out of the direction of the door.

,,WHO IS MAKING MY MOM CRY?!’’ your five years old son screamed, making you shriek and Jumin look up to his son.

His first instinct was to hide your naked skin and so he laid his body on you, making you accidentally moan again.

,,DADDY!!’’ your son began to cry, thinking that his father would squeeze his mother.

He was indeed a mama’s boy.

You quickly pulled up your pants without your son seeing anything and lightly pushed Jumin away, approaching your son.

You took him in your arms as you moved him up and down, patting his back.

,,Mommy was having pains on her knee and so Daddy had to look there. Mommy is just a cry baby, but Daddy wasn’t hurting Mommy, yeah? Don’t cry, my baby, don’t cry…’’ you whispered and exited the room, leaving Jumin back kind of embarrassed and with a boner.

Zen

Both of you were kind of horny that night and just couldn’t stop the mood from turning sexy.

,,I haven’t touched that beautiful body of yours in a long time already,’’ Zen whispered as you felt his penis growing.

You put your hand below the blanket and began to stroke him, making him groan.

,,Me neither. I missed you,’’ you confessed, kissing his soft lips.

The romantic kiss turned out to be a kiss filled with lust and after a few moments, your tongues were dancing/ He was sucking at your lips and teasing you, making you moan against his lips.

His penis twitched at your sounds and soon Zen put his hand over yours, rubbing his hard member.

,,Me too....’’ you whined and finally smiled when Zen slipped his hand between your legs, feeling the hot dampness.

,,I love you…’’ he confessed again. He moves his body and positioned himself over you, his legs supporting his body while you still rubbed his member.

He was supporting himself with his left arm and used his free hand to stroke your soft cheek, kissing your nose.

,,Mhhhhmmm…’’ you giggled and opened your mouth slightly, wanting him to insert his tongue again.

Zen kissed you deeply again until he noticed that his chest was brushing against your nipples, making them grow hard.

He smirked as he pulled your shirt up and began to nibble at them.

,,UGH!’’ you groaned and pushed your upper body to him when he lightly bit your erect nipple.

Both of you were enjoying the foreplay when suddenly a little ,,Mommy’’ came from behind the both of you.

Zen immediately let his body fall on his left while you quickly covered up your breasts.

,,Taeyeon is scared,’’ your ten years old daughter said, holding your little daughter by her hand.

,,But you’re… busy. Come with me, Taeyeon~ah,’’ she said, turning around immediately.

,,Ahhh, I wanna have Mommy and Daddy, Unnie!’’ she whined.

Your heart was still racing. You quickly fixed your clothes and jumped up.

,,Ji Woo!’’ you called your older daughter.

,,Mommy and Daddy weren’t busy!’’ you whined and took your daughters hand. 

Zen looked at your back as you walked off and laid back in his bed, putting his hands over his face.

,,Aish…’’ he whined.

,,I don’t know if I’m embarrassed or sad…!’’ he kept whining, waiting for your return.  

Yoosung

,,It’s nap time…’’ you mumbled as you stroked your husband’s chest, making him shiver.

Yoosung looked at you with his cute puppy eyes.

You knew that he was unsure if this would be a good idea.

But there was no going back by now. You were already on his lap and you could feel that Yoosung was horny too. His member was erect and you could feel it.

His hands wandered down to your ass and massaged it as you moaned. Only he could hear you since you tried to keep it low.

,,I missed you,’’ you mumbled as you began to ride him over his pants, making his pre cum get alll over his pants with a wet spot.

You loved to know that Yoosung was horny for you and it made you so proud… so you didn’t stop teasing him.

Your lips touched his as you went to nibble on his earlobe, making him groan. He was a bit louder than you, which was something that made you laugh.

You were still riding your husband when he managed to get access to your breasts and lick at them, nibbling at your nipples and playing with them.

He inhaled your scent and kissed the same spot he was nibbling just a few seconds ago.

,,You’re so beautiful… I love you so much…’’ he smiled and kissed your lips.

While you were rubbing your panties, he opened his jeans. You were still on his lap, doing movements as if you were riding when he put up his hard member.

Your hand left your wet pussy and started rubbing him, making him cry out as you suddenly touched him.

His member was twitching below your touch.

You smiled, you loved to see it, how it reacted to you.

Yoosung put up your dress and rubbed your clit, slowly fingering you.

Your movements went quicker and your groans were filled with lust.

Yoosung lightly shook his dick a few times against your vulva before he entered your pussy, making you feel full and loved.

,,Ride me, Mc… ride me…’’ he begged you and hugged you tightly.

,,Ohi, ohi, ahh, mhhh…’’ you whined, riding him with all your passion.

,,Oh, I’m so close,’’ you gasped and kissed him, your tongue deep into his.

,,Let’s cum together. I can feel it. It feels so good….’’ he groaned and finally squirted his cum into your cunt, making you full.

His dick twitched a few times while your sex felt like it was pulsing.

However, he was still horny, and you still wanted more.

He slowly put you up, your legs now spread as he kissed your cunt and put a finger into you.

You were just about to put your head on his when suddenly you heard the door.

,,Mommy, Hyung and I are hungry,’’ your younger son said. Yoosung immediately pulled out and before you could think of something else, you let your body fall on his lap.

You looked back and smiled, ,,Mommy will cook in a few seconds. Wait in the kitchen for me,’’ you said, your voice trembling from your last orgasm.

,,Are you playing horse with Daddy?’’ your older son asked you as he also joined.

You nodded. ,,Yes, but now Mommy will cook. Wait in the kitchen for me,’’ you said and slowly went down again as you heard your sons running towards the kitchen.

,,I knew, that this was a bad idea,’’ Yoosung whined as he turned as red as a tomato.

Jaehee

You and Jaehee decided four years ago to adopt a boy and the little boy gave you everything: happiness, love, affection, something to do, and love.

But it also gave you a busy schedule.

Between kindergarten and the coffee shop, both of you had to stay prepared 24/7 for the case that someone would come to check on you guys to see if you were taking good care of your son.

Of course, it was good that they took care of it, but that way having some romantic time between the both of you was impossible.

That’s why both of you decided that tonight would be the day. You and Jaehee had planned everything.

Your son was in his bed, sleeping, and both of you were in your rooms.

The lights were dimmed, the atmosphere was hot, and both of you were wet and filled with passion for each other’s touch.

You stroked her breast and watched her nipples get erect; the little almost pink part of her body.

You smirked when you saw that both nipples were erect and looked up to her.

Jaehee blushed and bit on her lips as she waited for it, but you loved to tease her.

You stroked her vulva and observed her as she opened her mouth in an ,,o’’ and moaned.

,,Don’t tease me…’’ she whined and looked back at you, licking her lips.

You wet your lips and entangled her right nipple with your mouth, licking and flicking it with your tongue inside your mouth.  

Your left hand supported her big tit as your right one played with her body.

,,Ah, oh my God, mhhhmm…’’ Jaehee moaned as you sucked at it a bit stronger, moving her left nipple as if it was a screw.

,,Mc, let me… you too…’’ Jaehee gasped, making you stop. You opened your mouth and laid back, opening your legs for her. ,,Okay, here you are,’’ you smirked.

Jaehee was also excited. Her heart didn’t stop ricing.

With her head, she slowly went down, kissing your vulva and your lips, kissing each before she split them apart with her both fingers in order to see your clit.

,,So wet here,’’ she laughed and put her lips on it, making you go up with your hips.

,,I missed it…’’ she confessed and took a first lick, making you moan and twitch.

Then she began to suck at your clit, her hands were just about to go up when you moaned again.

At that exact moment, the door was opened.

Jaehee jumped up with her head and looked with a horrified look on her face to the door.

You turned your head around. Your cheeks were still red when you saw your son with tears in his eyes.

,,What are you doing? Mommy, are you in pain?’’ he asked you.

,,Mom, will Mommy die…?’’ he asked Jaehee.

You immediately put on your bra and went to him, hugging him in your arms while you tried to calm him.

,,Mommy was in pain but it’s better now. Mom helped me, see? I’m here. I had a… pimple there, you know? But don’t tell anybody, it’s embarrassing,’’ you said.

He nodded and scratched his head.

,,Will you come with me to make me fall asleep again?’’ he asked you.

You nodded and took him, looking back to a deep red Jaehee who also had her clothes on by now.  

Saeyoung

,,The girls are at school, Saeran is sleeping in his room, do we have enough time for a quickie?’’ Saeyoung asked you.

You looked to your red haired husband, who like always - was horny as if he never had sex before.

But there was no need to lie. You wanted him just as bad as he wanted to feel you.

,,Let’s go to our room,’’ you said and was about to leave when he held you at your arm.

,,You look sexy while you prepare lunch… I need you here and now,’’ he groaned and kissed you, pushing you on the table.

The table your family used to eat.

His own spot to be honest.

Saeyoung pulled you up and let you sit on the table, his lips never leaving your lips as your tongues were dancing with each other.

You moaned against him, making his body vibrate.

Saeyoung quickly pulled your pants and panties down and slipped his hand between your legs.

You pulled your head back and left a warm spot on his lips as you moaned.

The sudden touch made you high, high for his touch.

He smiled as his fingers made circling movements with your clit.

,,Inside, make me cum on your place…’’ you smiled smuttily.

Saeyoung smirked and didn’t think about it twice before he slipped his hands deeper, entering your pussy.

He made a movement that made you cry out all of a sudden - your G-Spot.

,,Come here, kitty,’’ he laughed and kept making the same movement, his finger rubbing you and making your walls get tighter.

,,Saeyoung, ahhh!’’ you cummed.

Saeyoung smiled as his hard dick was pressing against his pants.

He kissed you one last time before he put his finger in your mouth, opening his jeans with one hand.

However, maybe luckily, he never achieved what he wanted to do.

It took seconds for your oldest twin daughter to open the front door using the Arabic word Saeyoung installed.

With a horrified face, you watched as your girls, both fifteen since they were twins, came in and saw you.

At first they were shocked, but then they suddenly both began to laugh, shaking their heads.

,,I hope we get a new table after that! You look so weird!’’ your youngest said and ran into her room, closing her door behind both of them.

,,I- oh my god,’’ Saeyoung coughed and looked at you.

,,Our room now and later you can get a new table for real!’’ you hissed and went down off the table, cleaning your mess before you entered your room.

Saeran

Your husband was already embarrassed enough to ask you for sex, so this experience was making everything worse.

You noticed the whole day that something seemed to be wrong and in the evening, you finally made him tell you.

,,I… I… it won’t go away,’’ he whined.

,,What won’t go away?’’ you asked him with a concerned face.

He finally looked up to you, deep into your eyes and opened his mouth. ,,My boner,’’ he whispered and looked down again.

You began to laugh and looked at him. ,,Really? Saeran, you could have just told me!’’ you kept laughing and finally went on your knees.

Slowly, you opened his pants and pulled him down. Your hand was now around his shaft.

You moved your hand up and down as you observed his hard dick.

Poor him, you thought.

He was in pain the whole day…

,,Mhmm….ah..mhm…’’ he gasped.

You smiled as you saw the pre cum and finally put your mouth around his dick.

At first you took only the tip between your lips, your tongue flicked his penis as you slowly put in more and more, going deeper and deeper.

You gagged as a reaction, but began to chuckle right away.

Suddenly Saeran groaned up and came, squirting all his semen into your mouth.

,,Sorry,’’ he gasped when he saw what he did.

,,No problem…’’ you smiled and looked up, wiping off his cum from your mouth.

,,Can you… actually, you made me wet,’’ you chuckled and went up, going three steps back.

,,Y-yes!’’ he answered and bowed over you, kissing you.

Both of you finally went below the blankets and hugged each other before Saeran massaged your insides with his fingers.

,,Ah, mhh…’’ you moaned and kissed him again.

Suddenly you felt his, once again, hard dick against your leg.

He slowly moved his hips up and down and finally entered you, making you hold your breath because of the sudden thick feeling in your pussy.  

Saeran was about to massage your breast when someone called both of you. Of course it was none other than your daughter.

,,Are you cuddling? Can I cuddle too?’’ she mumbled and almost climbed on your shared bed.

,,Wait!’’ you called.

,,I suddenly want hot chocolate! You too?’’ you asked her, making her clap with her hands and run to the kitchen, giving you enough time to put on your clothes again.

Jihyun

Years went by and by now Lucy was 15.

She was a lovely girl and a brave big sister who always defended her 3 year old brother.

As her mother, you were more than proud of her.

The same was for Jihyun. He too was proud of her and happy that both of you adopted her back then.

,,Mommy, I’m going out with Noona!’’ your son said and already left, closing the door.

,,Where are they going?’’ you asked Jihyun who smiled at the now closed door.

While he was thinking about his children, he suddenly felt something on his pants.

Looking at you he noticed that you were slowly blushing.

,,You’re making the first step and are already embarrassed?’’ he asked you and laughed.

His hands softly pushed you down on the couch while he wildly kissed your lips, your hands still between his hands.

Jihyun went with his hands and lips part for part on your body, kissing every inch of skin you had and finally pulling down your underwear.

,,Lick me,’’ you groaned and looked down to him.

He smirked against your entrance and put his tongue in.

When you began to like it, his movements stopped, an action that made you whine as fresh air suddenly hit your pussy.

But Jihyun knew what he was doing and so he turned you around, making you groan as you knew what he was about to do.

His right hand explored your pussy, massaging your lips, stroking your vulva and clit.

He also shortly entered your pussy, your entrance, and made you clench against his touch.

But everything changed when his left hand slowly went to your ass.

First one finger, to make you adjust to this one thing you both did for the first time.

Then he added a second finger, and when you began to just be the moaning mess he wanted you to become he used a third one and his tongue, sending electrical shocks up to you.

,,WE ARE BACK!’’ your son called, making you gasp.

You didn’t dare to look. Not with this flushed face in that position.

Jihyun was also so shocked that his fingers were left in your insides.

,,We-Fuck!’’ Lucy said, opening her eyes widely and turning around.

She quickly got her brother and turned him around, making it impossible for him to understand what exactly his Noona saw.

,,Can’t you guys do these kinds of things at night in your own room? Like normal adults?’’ she asked you, kind of judging you..

,,What were they doing, Noona?’’ the little innocent boy asked her older sister. She looked down at him and smiled kindly, just like always. ,,They were trying to give us a lil sister or a lil brother by hugging each other tightly. Let’s go out again!’’ she said and managed to go out.

,,I hope they give us a sis!’’ your son blabbered.

,,This was- oh my god,’’ you laughed and looked at Jihyun who quickly let go of you.

,,Let’s get changed,’’ he mumbled and disappeared into his room, hoping that he would manage to calm down...

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08.05.2021// 00:45 MEST

[apollostears]

boyfriend | k. bakugo

anime: my hero academia

pairing: katsuki bakugo x black!reader

creator: maya

warning(s): swearing

headcanons on bakugo as your boyfriend. it’s a sfw vrs. there will probably be a standalone nsfw vrs. coming out soon. xx also these were not supposed to be this long💀

* photo not mine*

bakugo was not someone you really associated with.

when you first transferred, you acknowledged his presence and thought he was mighty fine, but then he opened his mouth and you were like 🤨

dealing with him takes a lot of energy and it was not energy you were willing to spend, so you kinda just avoided him.

but as usual, niggas can’t keep they mouth shut, and it wasn’t long until you had ended up on his radar.

it was after a sparring session, your first official one with the class, and that’s when he got to see you in action.

after seeing you fight, mans was hella intrigued by you.

when you first came, bakugo didn’t understand what made you special enough to join the hero course.

and since you didn’t talk to him, he didn’t bother you.

until you made your official debut and he was 🤩😯🤯

that made him want to fight you, to see who was stronger seeing as he officially saw you as a worthy opponent.

so long story short, he quickly found out why it was best to leave you alone.

by no means were you scared of him, but he didn’t know that and when he started fucking with you, all bets were off.

bakugo literally had no idea what he was getting into and he was not prepared for the moment you dished his shit right back to him.

japanese was still a little difficult for you, as you had a tendency to forget some words, but you understood and spoke it well for the most part.

and when you were hype about something, both english and japanese words would be flying out your mouth.

after he, and the rest of the class, experienced your semi-irritated side first hand, bakugo was definitely hooked.

it was like a moth being drawn to a flame, he would not leave you alone.

he would try to be subtle about it, but to you and everyone else who knew him (i.e. izuku and kiri) they knew that he had a crush.

y’all were literally day n’ night. most of the time you would be minding yo business and then here he would come, talking shit.

eventually, that changed and y’all were just talking shit just to talk shit.

atp, everybody either wanted y’all to fight or to fuck.

so how did y’all start talking??

easy. with a little game of spin the bottle: 7 minutes in heaven style.

both you and bakugo were competitive and not one to back down from a challenge.

so when the bottle landed on him, kiri knew exactly what to do to push his friend into confessing his feelings.

he said that bakugo would be too pussy to kiss you.

my god did that work.

after mina also betted against your ability to carry out the task at hand, the two of you went into the closet to prove your classmates wrong.

because you guys are psycho’s, y’all went in there angry af at each other to mask the obvious embarrassment you both were feeling.

“you’re such a fucking dumbass” you cursed, arms crossed and a glare on your face.

bakugo scoffed and mocked your stance. “me? says the one who landed on me, shithead.”

you rolled your eyes. “ain’t nobody told yo bobble headed looking ass to sit there.”

cue bakugo looking shook af because he knows he did not just hear you call him a bobble head.

after that, all bets were off.

“you know what, you got a lot of fucking mouth.”

you smirked, knowing full well he was right and that he just couldn’t handle you. “sure do. what the hell you gonna do about it?”

at the time, neither of you would realize it, but y’all were most definitely horny af.

bakugo, now closer to you and his arms uncrossed, held a devious glint in his eyes.

“let me show you.”

and BOOM! y’all was kissing.

like...KISSING!!

it was a little rough at first, with you in shock and bakugo kissing you like a rabid dog.

but once y’all got that rhythm, y’all GOT that rhythm.

the kiss was aggressive passion. like feelings of bottled up desire lit on fire (bars 🔥)

homie did a little boom boom pow on yo ass with his firecracker hands when he was caressing yo shit and that was a top tier move right there.

y’all were definitely in that closet for more than seven minutes until iida came and broke y’all up.

after that, you guys were somewhat dating.

neither of y’all wanted to admit the feelings you had for one another, so you guys just did relationship shit without the label.

kissing in private was a big one because hormones. sometimes y’all would hold hands or cuddle, but v rarely.

bakugo would always carry your bag during school and he’d also carry your lunch tray. not that you asked but he’s such a manly man that he had to do it for the sake of his ego.

instead of holding hands, you guys would link arms and you would lightly press into him. bakugo highkey liked that shit but wouldn’t tell you.

eventually, you guys escalated to seeing each other at night for longer periods and that turned into you spending the night in his room for the first time.

it was also the first time you guys cuddled frfr and bakugo ate. that. shit. UP!!

but because he’s a shy baby, he began to distance himself from you and that made you hurt ngl.

so, figuring that y’all were ‘done’ you did you and hung out with other people.

one of those people was todoroki. the two of you had a platonic relationship, but a strong bond and when bakugo caught y’all akikik’ing, he ain’t like that shit.

that was the reason why he had asked you out rather aggressively in the common area on a thursday afternoon.

once you guys had officially established your relationship, it was like nothing ever happened. he was still carrying yo shit and kissing you in private, but the vibes were different.

the two of you were more gentle to each other.

more loving.

he was still an asshole and you as well, but in an endearing way. bakugo became more open to loving you and more open to claiming you.

he would mainly call you ‘his girl’ or ‘his person’ (you let him watch GA one time and that was the outcome) when referring to you in person to someone else.

gone with your actual name and in were those nicknames. you’d call him ‘su’ ‘katsu’ ‘suki’ ‘honey’ (if you want something) and ‘baby’

bakugo would crucify you if you called him by his real name and vice versa.

your man is a lowkey spoiler. meaning, he spoils you on the low low and in a very subtle way. you don’t really like people buying you stuff nor are you the type to ask anyone for anything, so bakugo does what he needs to do without your permission.

he doesn’t make a big deal about it, but whenever it’s your time of the month and you feel extra shitty, he dials back on being an asshole a bit. or he’ll use his palms and pop little firecrackers on your stomach/lower back to help with cramps.

if you wearing his clothes helps (even if it actually doesn’t and you just say that just to get them) he’ll let you wear his stuff, no problem. he tried to get them back once when you were done but you almost bit his hand off so that didn’t work.

he hates whiners, but he loves when you whine for him. whether it’s for attention or for cuddles or kisses, he lives for it because period you is the only time he’s gonna see that shit. once you’ve figured out that you can get away with mostly everything if you whine, you start doing it a little more when you’re off your period.

besides being on your cycle and taking care of you, bakugo does little acts of service for you as well.

being black in a country that is predominantly not black, is hard and finding hairdressers is even harder.

somehow, with the help of his mom, bakugo was able to find a hairstylist that would do well when doing your hair and that was one of your favorite surprises from him.

like you deadass shed some tears and he was highkey confused but proud because he’s that nigga.

best believe he goes with you to every appointment just to make sure she don’t fuck shit up with his baby’s hair. he don’t got time to watch you cry and commit a crime.

as we all know, mans can cook. you love his food but he (and class 1-A) is absolutely feral for yours. anytime you cook, whether it’s soul food or any other type that you learned to make, he falls in love all over again.

since you love his food, sometimes he’ll make you some meals or snacks. especially if you’re stressed or sad.

this actually turned into him cooking for you + bakusqaud cause they complained about how he never cooked for them. then it turned into him being one of the cooks for the class when you guys alternate cook days.

he was pissed about it but was a little excited to A) woo his classmates and B) make sure they get the right nutrients to be strong and worthy heroes.

bakugo cares okay...

anyways...dates for y’all are planned out when bakugo takes you out, but if you take him out? he never knows what to expect.

once, y’all went to a zoo but it was a petting zoo and bakugo bought lost his shit when the sheep came up to him for food. you definitely have pictures of him angrily riding one of the adult horses.

and he totally rode the bull to prove a point. he won and you unlocked a brand new fantasy.

y’all are so in sync, it’s fucking insane.

there was one time where someone had said some slick shit to you, bakugo was not around, and somehow this man had popped up hella quick like his spidey seneses was tingling, to put that person in they place.

you were like 😦🤪

another time is when you both do/act similarly. bakugo can be v chill and reserved and sometimes you are the same way. the entire day, y’all move as if you’re one.

and honestly, bakugo loves the idea of you being a female version of him. it makes him so proud to see you act like him.

but don’t get it twisted, mans definitely acts like you too. he’s picked up a lot of terms that you use and he uses them like it’s natural.

not too much and not too little, but just enough that it fits and has the right impact everytime.

now, onto the more softer shit

i don’t see bakugo as being the type to automatically share his deepest, darkest secrets with you. nor is he the type to be openly vulnerable.

you weren’t the type either and two hard-ass people were not going to make a healthy relationship. but....shit changes.

the first time you guys saw each other’s vulnerability was when the attack against the camp happened. y’all were only dating for four months, but had started to form a bond.

you weren’t there when he was taken, having to be forced to stay in the classroom with the others. you were unbelievably worried when it was announced that bakugo was the target of this attack.

you tried not to worry because bakugo can take care of himself, but he shouldn’t have to. and after waiting for what felt like hours, you found out that they had taken him.

you didn’t remember collapsing on the floor and crying your eyes out with kirishima comforting you. every moment up until you and the others had went to rescue him, were a blur.

after you guys had got him back and after all might’s fight with all for one, you broke down again and gave bakugo a bone crushing hug.

“i’m so sorry.” you had whispered, that being the only thing able to come out of your quivering lips.

the others had continued to walk ahead to give you guys some space, but you figured bakugo didn’t want to talk since he didn’t hug you back. just as you had went to remove yourself from him, he had wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace.

“don’t be sorry shithead. okay? don’t be sorry.”

his voice was muffled a bit from his lips being on your shoulded, but you heard him and a short sob escaped your lips at the fact that he was comforting you when you should be comforting him.

but your hug was enough comfort as it allowed the boy to feel safe since getting taken and he had shed a few small tears.

after that, things were different. bakugo wouldn’t tell you, but you knew that things were different. he was more aggressive and driven to be the best, but he moved as if he had a weight on his shoulders.

you didn’t know it then, but it was guilt. guilt because all might lost his powers trying to save him because he wasn’t strong enough to get away. after finding that out, you reprimanded him so hard (lovingly).

he needed to know that he was strong but that what happened with all might had nothing to do with him. and after you all got your provisional licenses, but he didn’t? that’s when he really broke.

it hurt you to see him this upset and you knew then that you would do everything in your power to prevent him from ever feeling like that, again.

you guys really grew closer those two months. at that point, y’all really were inseparable.

okaaa out of the sad shit!

he pushes you at the same amount he pushes himself. bakugo wants you to be successful and he knows that you do as well. your ambition almost the same as his, if not higher.

you guys train together a lot after hours. most of the time kirishima joins in and that leads the rest of bakusqaud to do the same.

anything that you ask him to do, bakugo will do it. mans is so whipped for you!!

you get him to do sheet masks with you every other night. and you’ve got him on a skincare routine that was good at first, but now bad for you. because when you wanna be lazy, bakugo will scold tf outta you before you give him the pouty face. at that point, he’s washing your face for you and wrapping your hair up as you fall asleep in his arms. 🥺

bakugo is definitely on your ass about your hair. especially if he paid for it? oh yeah baby, you keepin that shit in til he sees it getting raggedy. but he actually loves being apart pf your wash day routine.

you didn’t have to teach him, he just observed you and one day, when your arms were getting tired, he casually swooped in with a kiss of his teeth and did your hair.

you absolutely went to sleep and the sight alone caused bakugo’s heart to melt. that was one of the times he knew that he loved you.

speaking of love, there were several times bakugo knew that he loved you but he didn’t say it.

he knew that he loved you when you made him breakfast one morning over the summer, during the time he was working himself in the ground to get his provisional license. the bright smile on your face gave him energy despite being drained. that was one time he knew.

the second time was when you had met his mom. y’all were dating for seven months at the time and you really wanted to meet his parents. so, with a permanent scowl on his face, he took you and it was something.

“oh suki look at you!!! you were such a smiley baby!! why you so grumpy now?!” you cooed, gushing over the baby picture of him at ten months.

bakugo frowned, sitting across from you with his dad on the other side of him. “i’m not grumpy.” he gritted out, looking like a complete grump.

“he wasn’t always this way. katsu used to be a very happy baby. you wanna see him at his second birthday? oh it was so cute!” mitsuki exclaimed, flipping the pages in the book to get to where she needed.

seeing you bond so well with his mom made bakugo feel some type of way. despite their dynamics, he respected his mom and definitely held her in a high regard. that was the second time.

and the third time was on your one year anniversary.

it was something simple seeing as you had started your period that same day and were feeling like absolute shit. you felt so bad for being the reason why you guys had to stay in, but bakugo wouldn’t hear it.

“but suki we could go out and sit on the roof!” you whined while simultaneously curling into him for comfort.

just from that action alone, he knew you wouldn’t have the strength to actually move around just to go on the rooftop. your body was hurting and you felt like you could die, no way were you moving.

“relax princess. no need to get your blood rushing anymore than it already is.” bakugo teased, a knowing smirk on his lips.

with squinted eyes, you pinched the skin on his ribs causing him to flinch away from you. “fuck you katsuki.”

“love you shithead.”

*record scratch, pause* wait what?!

bakugo looked calm af but on the inside, mans was wilding. he deadass couldn’t believe he said that shit. like who tf?

you had a look of surprise and awe on your face. completely taken aback by his abrupt confession that you couldn’t really process it.

but you definitely felt it.

with a smile and kiss on his cheek, you drew even closer to bakugo and nuzzled into his side. “love you more suki.”

yeah...he definitely loved you

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Hello! I’m wondering what your take is on Dear Friend (and especially “I’m in love with a friend of mine”?) I find the song a little confusing, and I’ve read a lot of different interpretations. I really love your films and I know you’ve done a lot of research, would love to know what you think. Thanks!

Thanks for your appreciation, anon!  I love Dear Friend and am happy to share my thoughts on this haunting, mournful, mysterious song!

I’ll be the first to admit the lyrics are confusing (like so many McCartney songs!), mostly by virtue of the fact that Paul uses “friend” twice in a row.  Are there two friends, or only one?  By using the word “friend” on top of each other as he does, it suggests either a single friend (the titular “Dear Friend”) in two situations OR two friends, in separate/competing situations.

Dear Friend, throw the wine 

I’m in love with a friend of mine 

Really, truly, young and newlywed

Of course, everyone is entitled to their own opinion, interpretation, fantasy, etc.  and no one but McCartney himself can definitively declare precisely what he meant with this song.  But it’s my opinion that Paul was saying the latter; that he is in love with his friend and new wife, Linda.  This is my conclusion after having deeply researched this period extensively for TWO documentary series (McCartney (2020) and Understanding Lennon/McCartney), an opinion that obviously no one is required to entertain and anyone is free to discard.  But for those who are interested, I’ll share my reasoning below.

Firstly, this is NOT an attempt to disprove that Paul was ever in love with John or vice verse.  They both used this term publicly and therefore probably/possibly did privately with each other as well.  But Paul’s statements in April, 1970 pretty clearly spell out the situation:

“Personally, I don’t think John could do the Beatles thing now. I don’t think it would be good for him.

John’s in love with Yoko, and he’s no longer in love with the other three of us. And let’s face it, we were in love with the Beatles as much as anyone.”

So John and Paul were “in love” (with each other as people, or the Beatles as a concept, or Lennon/McCartney as a team, etc) for a long time.  But by 1970, they both have new spouses and new lives and are following different paths.  Here’s a brief recap of the events that led to this statement:

In a now-famous meeting in September 1969, John told Paul that he was leaving the Beatles and wanted a divorce.  Whether this was an idle threat designed to scare/hurt Paul, or a real desire on John’s part is open to interpretation, but Paul, for his part, took it seriously.  

Allen Klein asked John not to go public with his decision to leave the group and John happily and uncharacteristically agreed to sit on this “news” indefinitely.  Paul subsequently disappeared for 6-8 weeks, mourned the loss of the band privately in Scotland, and then began working on his first solo album. Communication between John and Paul fell apart at that point, and John began a campaign of maneuvers - possibly engineered or facilitated by Klein - to bring Paul back into the Beatles’ fold and force him to submit to Klein’s management and John’s leadership. Backed into a proverbial corner by John, George, Ringo, Yoko and Klein, Paul played the last card he had: he quit.

In April 1970, Paul made the split official (deliberately or accidentally? YMMV) with the release of his first solo LP, and attempted to finalize the divorce with an uncooperative John for the remainder of the year. As is pretty well-documented, Paul tried for a quick and amicable split, requesting a release from the Beatles’ contract. But after John was unresponsive and Allen Klein advised him to set duplicitous legal traps that would prevent Paul from separating from the Beatles, Paul (as advised by his lawyers) decided to sue for divorce by the end of 1970.

By 2020, even the most casual Beatles fans know two basic truisms: 1) that Paul loved John always and 2) that Paul didn’t want the band to break up. Of course there’s more to the story than just that. We have also been told repeatedly that John “left Paul,” but this is not the whole truth either.

Essentially what John did was yell “I’m breaking up with you!” and then block the door every time Paul tried to leave.

As late as September, 1971 John is still saying publicly that he hopes Paul will return.  

Int.: Let's talk a bit about Paul's aversion to Klein. From what we've read it seemed as if this wasn't there in the beginning, even though Paul wanted the Eastmans to run things. But it came on later as things progressed. And yet despite this, we gather that Klein was still hoping that Paul would return to the group.

John: Oh, he'd love it if Paul would come back. I think he was hoping he would for years and years. He thought that if he did something, to show Paul that he could do it, Paul would come around. But no chance. I mean, I want him to come out of it, too, you know. He will one day. I give him five years, I've said that. In five years he'll wake up.

[Narrator voice: Paul did not came back.]

Yes, Paul loved John.  No, Paul didn’t want the Beatles to break up.  

But when John said he wanted out, Paul took him seriously, respected his decision, never made a single attempt to woo John back and showed up 6 months later with a moving van and divorce papers.

When you hear Dear Friend out of context -knowing only that Paul loved John and was sad after the breakup- it’s not wholly unreasonable to think maybe Paul was declaring his eternal love for John here:

I’m in love with a friend of mine really, truly, young and newlywed

But when you experience Dear Friend in the proper context, that interpretation sounds less and less likely.  Here’s Paul:

April 21, 1970

“I’m not blaming her. I’m blaming me. You can’t blame John for falling in love with Yoko any more than you can blame me for falling in love with Linda.

We tried writing together a few more times, but I think we both decided it would be easier to work separately.  I told John on the phone the other day that at the beginning of last year I was annoyed with him. I was jealous because of Yoko, and afraid about the break-up of a great musical partnership. It’s taken me a year to realise that they were in love. Just like Linda and me."

Summer 1970

Paul writes John a 12-page letter requesting that they “let each other out of the trap.” John’s response was a picture of himself and Yoko with a balloon drawn above his head saying “How and Why?”

Paul responded: “How? By singing a paper that says we hereby dissolve our partnership. Why? Because there is no partnership.”

April 16, 1971

PAUL:  “We used to get asked at press conferences, 'What are you going to do when the bubble bursts?' When I talked to John just the other day, he said something about, 'Well, the bubble's going to burst.' And I said, 'It has burst. That's the point. That's why I've had to do this, why l had to apply to the court. You don't think I really enjoy doing that kind of stuff. I had to do it because the bubble has burst-- everywhere but on paper.' That's the only place we're tied now.”

Nov 11, 1971

MM: But John said to me that what you’d done in bringing the [court] trials up and everything was what they all wanted, that you’d just done it a lot earlier than they would have done.

PAUL: Well if that’s true, well… well, come on! That’s – see, I’ve told you… The joke is, though, that we don’t have to do trials. It’s not necessary. If the four Beatles signed a bit of paper, or even ripped the old contract up and said, “This contract is no longer valid, we all hereby said it, we all legally direct the shareholders…” the whole thing, to wind it all up, we could do it. And if that’s really what he wants, he could do it this minute. [snaps fingers]

Furthermore, Paul was deeply in love with Linda during this period, as reflected by: the songs on both McCartney and RAM, the testimony of those around them at the time and by Paul’s own recollections.  The first few years of Paul and Linda’s marriage was their honeymoon period, their era as newlyweds.  It was certainly an awful time for Paul in many respects:  the business battles of the Beatles were excruciating and extremely stressful and the loss of his three best friends was heartbreaking. Furthermore, the rock press had largely turned against him (sometimes viciously so), and John & Yoko (and Allen Klein) were painting him as a traitor to the counterculture and a villain for destroying the Beatles with his granny music, giant ego and overbearing personality.  Paul and Linda were extremely isolated, partially by choice and partially by force.  

But even though this was a terrible time for Paul in many respects, he was extremely happy with his new family.  He later described this period with Linda as one of the happiest periods of their life. Paul has said numerous times Linda (along with nature and horse-riding) brought him out of depression after the Beatles ended and gave him the strength to push forward with his solo career, at a time when many were rooting against him (and a literal cult was forming that claimed he was DEAD and had been replaced by an inferior imposter- let that sink in for a moment!).  He has been consistent about it over the years, and reiterated it as recently as 2020:

UNCUT: Tell me about the guy in the photo n the McCartney sleeve.  He looks happy. 

PAUL:  I was really happy, yeah.  The Beatles had become such a business machine, and with the arrival of Allen Klein the whole thing, every day was very unpleasant. 

UNCUT: So there you were on the farm, finding solace in a new family... 

PAUL: Yes. I had a little place in Scotland.  So we just went out there. “It’s so remote, no one can be bothered trekking all the way up here for a meeting.” It was a good period. We grabbed our freedom- you know what, we seized the day! Also, I had a new baby; I’d not been a father before, so I was very happy.

In December of 1970, John gave his infamous Lennon Remembers interview to Rolling Stone.  According to the liner notes of the Wildlife reissue from 2018 (and confirmed by the timing of the demo), Paul composed Dear Friend in reaction to John’s comments in that interview (not How Do You Sleep, as is commonly believed).  But he sat on the song for awhile and didn’t record it until late 1971 (for inclusion on Wildlife).  Judging from the tone of Too Many People and other songs on RAM, Paul’s initial sadness, confusion and disappointment gradually morphed into (or perhaps swung back and forth between) anger and defiance, accompanied by a taunting and/or gloating tone.  Having gotten Dear Friend out of his system, it seems it simply didn’t fit thematically on RAM. Perhaps after the release of HDYS, Paul was deflated and despondent enough to return to Dear Friend?  Perhaps Jealous Guy tempered or calmed Paul’s anger?   

Or maybe it was just a genuine attempt to turn the heat down.  We know that immediately following its release, John and Paul agreed (seemingly at Paul’s insistence) to quit bickering in public.

In any case, Dear Friend is a complex songs with a spectrum of emotions. Unlike Jealous Guy it is not apologetic; it’s mournful but also incredulous and slightly accusatory.  Paul appears to be calling John’s bluff:  Do you really believe all the bullshit you’re spewing?

Are you a fool, or is it true?

The John Lennon of Lennon Remembers is without hope or faith, denouncing everything he ever believed in and everyone he ever trusted -with the notable exceptions of Allen Klein, Phil Spector and Yoko.  Paul clearly loves John and hopes to salvage their relationship, but Dear Friend was written at a time when John was being manipulated and exploited by people he later admitted were misplaced “daddy figures.” While Klein and Spector turned out to not be the most reliable friends to John, Paul certainly seems to know and understand John’s vulnerabilities and motivations better than most.  As he sings in the demo:

Are you afraid?  Or are you blue?

So why does Paul mention that he’s newlywed and in love with Linda? Firstly, because he is, and he wants to celebrate with his best friend. We know Paul’s desire was for the two couples to make peace and be friends.  Pour the Wine.  Clink glasses and celebrate their new marriages together.

PAUL: Dear Friend was to do with John, a bit of longing about John. Let’s have a glass of wine and forget about it. A making up song. (July 2001).

This is precisely what the two couples did in December of 1971, immediately following the release of Wildlife.  

JOHN: We were both nervous, the four of us were nervous. I hadn’t seen him for a long time. I’d spoken on the phone [with him]. Uh, it was alright, you know. It was alright.

This is precisely what happened again throughout 1974 (with John & May Pang this time around), which John affectionately called their “Beaujolais evenings.”   

Admittedly, It may seem odd for Paul to mention that he is happily married (and in love with another “friend”) in a make up song to John.  Until you think about the romantic tension between John and Paul and Paul’s bold public recognition of it with this statement:  “It’s taken me a year to realise that they were in love. Just like Linda and me.” Paul acknowledges here that John is in love with Yoko and wants John to acknowledge his love for Linda as well.  

In Dear Friend he’s communicating that there is nothing to fear; they are secure in their respective marriages, there is no need to be hurt or angry or jealous anymore.  We’re no longer partners, but we can still be friends.  “Let’s have a glass of wine and forget about it.”  A softer, gentler version of: Wake up, John. It’s over. Sign the fucking papers already.

So I think of Dear Friend as an olive branch, but not the groveling type some apparently do.  And I most definitely do not think it was a signal to John that Paul was still in love with him, despite being newlywed to Linda. 

I suppose it might seem a bit brutal for Paul to be singing about loving someone else in a song to John (although he’s done it before and I think John has done the same).  But I honestly think it is something Paul believes John needs to hear and accept at this point; that he is “really, truly” in love with Linda and that he’s not about to divorce her or run after the first “blonde with big tits” as Allen Klein so charmingly suggested. 

By September 1971, John still hasn’t seemed to accept Linda, or Paul’s relationship with her:

John: Paul always wanted the home life, you see. [... long, rambling story about being terrified when Paul got a job in 1961 and for a second looked as if he might abandon John and the group] 

 All the other girls were just groupies mainly. And with Linda not only did he have a ready-made family, but she knows what he wants, obviously, and has given it to him. The complete family life. He's in Scotland. He told me he doesn't like English cities anymore. So that's how it is.

Int.: So you think with Linda he's found what he wanted? 

John: I guess so. I guess so. I just don't understand . . . I never knew what he wanted in a woman because I never knew what I wanted.

With comments like this John seems (IMO) to be twisting himself into knots trying to rationalize Paul’s choice of Linda, practically wondering aloud what could she give him that I couldn’t?  He still seems unwilling to face or accept what Paul begrudgingly accepted and admitted years before: that his partner fell in love with someone else.

Here’s 76 year old Paul reminiscing about this tender, bittersweet time in his life, happy and in love with his wife and young family and simultaneously in deep pain over losing his dearly beloved best friend:

I remember when I heard the song recently, listening to the roughs  in the car. And I thought, ‘Oh God’. That lyric: ‘Really truly, young and newly wed’. Listening to that was like, ‘Oh my God, it’s true!’ I’m trying to say to John, ‘Look, you know, it’s all cool. Have a glass of wine. Let’s be cool.’

“Let’s be cool.”  Not “Please take me back,” not “Ignore my just-for-show marriage, I’m still in love with YOU.” To me, Paul is saying “I’m really, truly in love with my friend and new wife, can we please just be happy for each other? It’s all cool.” And for the record, I don’t find this sentiment any less loving on Paul’s part because I don’t think Paul being in love with his own wife (which he was), detracts from his love for John in any way. Again, I agree that the lyrics are slightly ambiguous, and perhaps this is meaningful too.  It could be that the lack of hard boundary between the two friends (John and Linda) reflects how much Paul loves them both; they certainly aren’t positioned as opposites (i.e. I love her but I hate you). Instead they’re both part of the imagined celebration; Paul wants them all to share the wine together- and he wants them to tolerate (love) each other. 

I think the traditional narrative doesn’t account for all of this because the traditional narrative does not acknowledge that John has any feelings for Paul in the first place. How in the world could Paul be asking John to “be cool” and accept the new situation when John didn’t even care about Paul in the first place and had been trying to get rid of him for years?  This perception - of John gleefully blasting Paul with HDYS and Paul replying that he’s in love with John - has taken hold in many minds and has picked up a lot of steam in recent years with so-called “jean jackets” because they fundamentally believe that Paul’s love for John was one-sided. They cannot comprehend that Paul would ever tell John to “cool it” or back off in any way (even in 70-71) because they take the surface story at face value:  John dumped Paul for Yoko and heartbroken Paul spent the rest of his life desperately trying to win John back. This is the narrative depicted in virtually every book I’ve read. My analysis is based on my own research, not this narrative.

I would invite readers of this post to watch (or re-watch) ULM (particularly volume 3 ) for a more comprehensive study of John and Paul’s relationship.  

Lastly, after doing my own independent research for McCartney (2020), I found that the Paul McCartney described by the musicians and collaborators in Paul’s life was dramatically different from the person depicted in books like Man on the Run. My films are free from narration and commentary; I rely on first-hand interviews and information from the people involved, and in my opinion there is a great deal to be learned about Paul from the way he relates to others, especially through music. And although the McCartney series is about his solo career as opposed to his Beatle career, I would definitely recommend it to anyone who is interested in Lennon/McCartney for the insights they could gain. 

Thank you very much for this ask- hopefully there aren’t too many typos!

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Woo! this took longer than expected. I’m super sorry, school has been piling up so maybe promps will come every week or two. Thanks for your patience and support :)

anwyas, lets get into this!!! I‘ve been excited for this prompt, a Sambucky Sleeping Beauty AU. There’s just so many places to go with this. So without further ado:

Bucky Rose

a Sambucky Sleeping Beauty AU

“In a far away land long ago lived a King and his fair Queen. Many years had they longed for a child and finally, their wish was granted.”

People came from near and far to celebrate the birth of the child Alaric, their heir to the throne. Everyone except a certain brunette who lived deep in the forest and was discarded by all but one.

So the party was held, people came bearing gifts, and so did three fairies, who gifted beauty, curiosity(that hopefully led to smarts), and-

BANG! With a neon flash and a swift ‘whoosh’, the air staled and breaths were held. Maleficent, the horned fairy in the woods, stood before the kingdom. She chuckled, maleficently.

“Ah yes, so sad my partner couldn’t make it today. Alas, I see neither of us even got an invitation?” She feigned a pout at the king.

“You and your… your… you’re not welcome here!” The king stuttered out.

Maleficent scowled for real now, turning her attention to the baby. “Ah, how cute,” she said in a tone that in no way alluded to ‘cute’. “A sweet little boy who will one day become king. Say, do you expect any heirs?”

The king growled back at Maleficent.

“Anyways, gift time!” Maleficent cackled.

Before anyone could say a word, she looked at the baby and pointed a long, slender finger at the child.

“You may flirt but you shall never find a girl who you love as she loves you! Hah! And when you turn 16, you shall prick your finger on a spinning wheel and fall asleep until a true love's kiss, blah blah blah. Okay well farewell everyone! Good luck!” She smirked, winked, and then she was gone.

Murmurs scattered across the room. How was a true love supposed to awaken the prince if the prince would never love a girl? The king was horrified. No wife meant no heirs that weren’t out of wed-lock. He would have no bastard as an heir.

The queen took his arm. “Dear... what are we to do?”

The king nodded solemnly. “It is horrible, I know.”

“If he sleeps for so long he will practically be dead!” The queen cried.

“Oh, right. That,” the king replied. His mind was still focused on the whole ‘no-wife’ part.

“Perhaps Maleficent is trying to kill him... oh this palace isn’t safe anymore Stephan!” The queen realized. And with that, the baby Alaric was hurried out of the palace in the middle of the night to be taken care of by 3 peasant women in the woods. Even his name was changed to Bucky Rose, so Maleficent wouldn’t find the boy.

~•~

For all his life before the slumber, Bucky Rose had wondered. He was inventive as an infant, a curious child, and turned out to be quite the troublesome teenager.

His days has been long, yet limited to the small square of woods he lived in with his three godmothers. So whenever a fair maiden were to waltz into his neck of the woods, he was indeed very inquisitive.

But, like the curse had stated, he loved no girl like she loved him. And he never did. He had talked to his god-moms about it, and all they did was shake their heads, for they had no answer to give him, only the fact of the spell.

Bucky soon taught himself the word ‘loophole’. It came with a boy his age, a childhood friend, who had grown big and strong, a proper farmhand, maybe even a soldier. Bucky had loved no girl, but Bucky had loved Steve in a much grander scale than mere friends would.

When he had told his god-moms, as he told them everything, they had realized that this was what the curse meant. But they were happy that Bucky had found love in his heart. They knew he was not incapable of love, for he loved them so, but they were glad to know his heart reached out to another, and perhaps he wouldn’t be so alone.

But when Bucky’s life turned up-side down, and when he pricked his finger on the spinning wheel at 16, Steve had left for a girl in town, one by the name of Peggy.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. How exactly had the prince pierced his flesh to a spinning wheel? Well, let’s start one day before his 16th Birthday...

“I shall make a cake!”

“And I’m making a royal coat!”

“And I’m using magic because I know neither of you are useful without it!” Merriweather shouted at them.

“No! Magic!” The two shouted from below.

Bucky, leaving the hassle of the house as if he has heard nothing, called out his departure to his godmothers.

“Be back by lunch dear!”

“I will!” Bucky shouted back, then ran out of the house with the hope of picking some berries in the woods, but also the hope of seeing him again. He sighed as he walked through the pathway, bouncing around through the forest, humming a happy tune. He would be 16 tomorrow, and his godmothers seemed to be making a great deal about it.

Bucky wandered around the forest, thoughts of Steve’s pure heart and charming smile warming Bucky's heart more than a thousand hugs would.

A splash cut through Bucky’s thoughts like a falcon diving into water. Bucky swiveled around, speed-walking towards the pond. Steve never fell in the pond. So who…

A young boy had fallen into the pond, his horse on the side of the water’s edge.

“Who’re you?” Bucky asked in an accusatory tone.

The boy looked up, dark eyes wide. He was young, dressed propper, had deep brown skin, and was not in a good mood. The boy glared at his horse. “Samson! What was that for?”

The ‘Samson’ in question just nickered. Bucky looked the two up and down.

“What are you two finely dressed gentlemen -gentlehorse in your case- doing out here?” Bucky asked.

“Well what does it look like we’re doing?” The boy snapped back. “We‘re stuck with having to go to the prince’s Royal sweet 16!”

Bucky was shocked by this. “The prince is turning 16? But we don’t even know who the prince is!”

The boy rolled his eyes. “Yeah well that’s why it’s stupid. I don’t even wanna be here. Some guy I don’t know is getting a birthday party and didn’t even have cake.”

‘This boy is quite… interesting,’ Bucky thought, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow at the kid. “Look, it’s gotta be fun, I mean it’s a Royal party! You’re lucky you even get to go. What are you, a prince?”

The boy nodded. “That’s Prince Sam to you!”

Bucky scoffed. “Yeah there’s no way I’m calling you that. Come on kid, let’s just get you to the palace and then go get ready to celebrate a birthday party.” He offered a hand, and Sam took it, standing with a huff. Soon he was on his way, Bucky wondering how strange the boy was. ‘He’s just a rich kid, whatever.’

Bucky sometimes wished he could be royalty. Especially with his birthday lying on the same day as the prince, it was getting annoying having to squish down his hopes. He was adopted, and the king and queen knew who their son was. Anyways, he had Steve. That was enough. Even if Steve didn’t show up today.

~•~

After an early celebration of cake, presents, and lots of laughs, Bucky’s godmothers suggested they go for a walk. The evening sun was appearing, the lovely color grazing over the castle in the background. It really was a lovely sight.

“So… where exactly are we going?” Bucky asked.

His godmothers exchanged a glance. “We’re heading to the palace. To celebrate the prince’s birthday tomorrow,” was all Merriweather said. Flora and Fauna shot her a glare.

“Oh,” was all Bucky said. He was hoping to spend his birthday with his godmothers, or at least go somewhere fun for his birthday, but the stupid prince had to have his birthday on the same day as Bucky, so Bucky tried to suck it up as he frowned at the grass between his toes.

“Bucky...” Flora looked at Fauna as they tried to raise Bucky’s mood, but stopped short. Any more, and he would know.

Any more, and his life would change.

Any more, and he’d know before he was supposed to.

Any more, and-

“What’s with all this tension?” Merriweather groaned. “Bucky, you’re the prince!”

---end of Part 1

that was part one! I hope you peeps enjoyed! Stay tuned for more :)

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Wolf!Seong Hwa continuation to the Wolf!Ateez Reaction to the daily life with their pregnant mate

warnings: strong language, daddy kink, arguments, discrimination

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Seong Hwa quickly realized that you actually went home, your old one. After the encounter at his family he thought you would come back quickly and talk it out with him - but you didn’t.

Two weeks passed and his wolf was restless and heartbroken at the distance between the two of you. He wanted to protect you, hold you again in his arms - the only place where you were safe.

Deciding he should just apologize and get this over with he texted you that he was sorry and you should come back. What he didn’t expect was that you totally ignored him which may had hurt his pride but he wouldn’t admit that.

He knew you turned out to be a stubborn mate but this was enough. Seeing you with one of his friends Kang Yeo Sang together at a local cafe he literally wanted to rip of told boy’s head. He caught you laughing while patting your tummy with his pups in front of another male wolf. No sign of sadness or guilt in your face.

He decided to wait after the two of you went your own way again and with a loud bang he pinned him against the wall around the next corner. Yeo Sang first wanted to turn and get into fight with whoever tried to attack him out of nowhere but when he sees that it’s the famous Park Seong Hwa a knowing smirk escapes him.

„Park, what a pleasure to see you here.“

„Shut it you rag. Do you even know who you’re messing with?“

„I don’t know what you’re talking about. Did I anger you or something?“ Seong Hwa‘s fist collides with the surface only mere inches next to Yeo Sang’s porcelain like face and the boy gulps.

„What were you doing with my mate? Looking at her all lovely or what? I suggest you better not touch what’s not yours or I swear you’re in for it Kang!“

Yeo Sang shudders at Seong Hwa‘s outburst and backs away more into the wall behind him.

„Fuck, Seong Hwa! You say this but don’t even take care of her!“

„Who are you even to-“

„She’s sad and told me everything.“ The black haired wolf takes a step back and frowns at the younger boy.

„Good for you. Take care of your own business and let me deal with my female.“

„You’re not really good at it ya know... She isn’t answering your texts, right? For me it seems like you made no process at all since - since how long are you separated now?“

Seong Hwa was definitely getting more frustrated with the situation. He didn’t like others getting into his business but his wolf urged him to hear the younger one out.

„I - what even is this?“

„Well, the famous Park Seong Hwa doesn’t know how to get his girl back.“ A sly chuckle leaves Yeo Sang‘s lips which earns him a deadly look by the older one.

„And you know how or what?“

„Oh yes of course I do. Well, simple texts won’t do it but every decent person would know this.“

„Listen, I have no time for this bullshit.“

„Gosh, Park! How long do we know eachother? I remember the old you who did anything to rebel against his parents and always dreamt of a mate like (y/n)! You told me once you would find her you would cherish her like no one else but now you’re playing marionette for your family.“ He definitely needed some time to register Yeo Sang’s words fully.

„I don’t understand her.“

„Then try it.“

„I did.“

„Try harder. I know you’re something like the heartthrob of our pack and well off but you should also realize that sometimes it’s needed to take others‘ feelings in consideration although you might not understand them.“ Yeo Sang rolled with his eyes.

He was right. Of course he was that little shit.

„Whatever.“ Yeo Sang clicked his tongue and turned around to leave the boy to his own thoughts.

„I am convinced you will know what to do. Think about your pups and (y/n), there’s not much time left and they need a father as soon as possible.“

Seong Hwa was so blinded by his own ego that he didn’t even think about your situation and condition at all. Soon the siblings would come and he suddenly felt very small and embarrassed. He decided the only right thing to do would be to talk with his parents and get some things clear.

Unfortunately just the next day when he was about to drive to his family‘s house a call reached him from the hospital.

„Oh, you’re the father Mr. Park? I know your parents!“

„Ah, yes. Could I please see her now?“

„You mean them, right? Your mate already gave birth to the twins and everyone’s doing good.“ She gave Seong Hwa a reassuring smile and although he was very happy about it the thought about them not calling him sooner left a bitter aftertaste.

Slowly he opened the door to your room and the first thing he saw were two boxes next to a bed where two babies were peacefully sleeping. Seong Hwa‘s dark orbs shined in awe when he got closer to them but before he could observe them more your horse voice reached him.

„Seong Hwa?“ You looked awfully pale and very exhausted which drove Seong Hwa‘s wolf crazy. His nose was buried in your neck quickly and you also found yourself enjoying the close approximation to your mate. Nothing could break a bond.

He leaned back and searched your face and eyes that held deep thoughts in them. „Are you ok?“

You nodded at him and smiled shyly eying your two pups next to you. His gaze also fell on them and he took a seat on the bed starting to caress your hair.

„(y/n) I am sorry. Everything I’ve done. I am deeply regretting not being by your side earlier.“

„But now you’re here. That’s what matters.“

„Yes, but I want you to know that I will talk to my p - “

Before he could finish the sentence his parents bursted through the door leaving his mother searching the room frantically for her grandchildren.

„Oh my god! Here they are! Look, my babies!“ Your mate sensed your discomfort at his mother‘s loud voice coming from you being still very weak.

„Mum? Dad? I didn’t know you already have permission to visit...“

Without looking at their son or daughter in law more closely they emerged the boxes and threw their full attention at the two small babies.

„Mrs. Jung informed us. She’s working here and called at us they came.“ He should’ve guessed something like that.

Seong Hwa recognized you squirming next to him because of his parents getting way too close to your children. For wolf parents the urge to protect their pups is very strong and his parents were far too early here destroying the calm atmosphere that just settled down after the birth.

„Maybe you should come back the next days. (y/n) is very exhausted and we have to look when we’re able to get out of the hospital and to our home with them.“

„Are you joking? They’re definitely coming to our house. You two are a very unsteady thing right now.“

That let not only drive your wolf crazy but Seong Hwa‘s, too.

„We’re the parents, mum. They’re coming to us.“

„But (y/n) is back to her parents house and you have to work which leaves your home empty - which is legally only yours - so it does only makes sense if they’re coming to us.“

„Are you joking?!“

Seong Hwa‘s dad rolls with his eyes at your form. „Well, you can take the girl with you but two of them are too much for someone like you and especially alone.“

„Stop!“ Seong Hwa stands up and his eyes change their color.

„This is definitely enough. (y/n) is coming back to our house and our children will come to where they belong. I should’ve listened to my mate earlier. You two are only interested in our son because of finally having an heir! This is sick and with your actions I will make sure the next time you get to see them is when you are ready to love our daughter as equally as our son!“

His parents took a step back clearly shocked and your mouth is gaped open.

„Seong H - “

„No, mum. Get a hold of yourself and you may can see them again. Start respecting me and my family and especially you as a female yourself should now that it’s discrimination at its best!“

„I am not discriminating anyone!“

„You may not realize it yourself, you two, that’s why I am telling you. Now do us a favor and get out of here.“

Shocked and at a loss of words his father takes his mother‘s hand and they leave the hospital room.

Seong Hwa turns around eying his family with an embarrassed expression.

„Good they didn’t wake up... Sorry, I didn’t want to get so loud.“

„I am glad you did. Mr. Park Seong Hwa - I am proud to have you as my mate and father of our pups.“

You smiled at him feeling more secure than anytime before. Seong Hwa was a man and a father that could protect his family even if it was his own family that was the danger.

„I took way too long to realize what is really important and right but with you at my side I know I can be better. You’re the strong one, my love.“

„Cheesy - but I like it. Now come here and give your new mommy a kiss.“ You winked at him and a chuckle escaped him. He leaned down and gave you a longing kiss.

„(y/n), please don’t say that again. You’ll forever be my babygirl.“

„Fuck, this doesn’t feel like the right time now.“ You were laughing uncontrollably and totally unaffected by Seong Hwa‘s stiff composure.

„You’re weak now but when we’re back home I will take care of you.“ His orbs couldn’t get any darker and you felt yourself leaning more into the mattress because you exactly knew what he was talking about.

„I missed you and I love you, (y/n).“

You smiled at him.

„Shit!“

„What’s wrong?“

„We still don’t have names for them...“

„Hm, as long as we don’t name him something with Yeo or Sang I don’t care.“

„Really? I thought about Se Yeon for her and Ji Sang for him.“

„No. Every other name but nothing that includes parts of this one.“

„What about San A and Woo Jin?“

„It’s getting worse.“ 

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[the-fiction-witch]

Play Time

REAL LIFE: SCANDAL COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: FUNNY

"What the fuck has my Channel become?" Y/n asks behind the camera as Thomas sat in his tall actors chair with Newt written on the back of it, he leant on the table drinking from a bottle of cheap vodka

"Us getting drunk and making poor decisions" He answers

"Yes. It is" she laughs sitting beside him "Do you remember what w are doing?"

"no!"

"Why not?"

"You didn't tell me" "Yes I did I text you" "I only read up to come over and get drunk with me"

"Okay so what happened is I went to a toy store and basically anything that was on the shelf that was like a mystery surprise thing I grabbed and now we are drunk and going to look at them" she explained

"why drunk though?"

"Because I thought that we pretty much before children when we are drunk so... then we are the target audience"

"Ages five and up. And very drunk adults" He laughs

"Exactly" she smiled "how drunk are we?"

"Uhhh four beers, a bottle of rose, two little like travel whiskeys and this much of a vodka" He says showing the vodka bottle

"wanna see what's first?"

"Yes! Because I was told there was one bought especially for me?"

"There is" she smiled grabbing something "first the things that infuriate me so very much" she says throwing a Lol ball across the table

"Oohh these things that make you so very mad"

"they do, Becuase... Plastic waste"

"did you just pick one at random or did you get like a witchy feeling about the one you picked?" he asks

"No I just grabbed one off the shelf and the lady at the till thought I was crazy for spending. No joke over fifty pounds in a toy store this morning"

"May I open it"

"you wanna open it?"

"I have been given a toy, I wanna open it. I don't like the mystery" He says

"Okay Thomas you can open this one" she laughs

after five minuets of destroying plastic there was a horrifying glittering doll

"I hate this so very much" He answered

"do you not like it?"

"No, it's a naked child, with very inappropriate clothing I would not like a child wear this outfit, its glittery as all hell. the plastic make me so sad Because its so much waste for such a shit thing"

"and now you see why I hate them

"I do. I understand now and I will join you in this hatred"

"It is not dolphin friendly"

"No it is not! not dolphin friendly. and I don't wanna hurt the dolphins"

"So out of five uuuhhh play times how many play times do you give it?"

"Minus one. it has angered me" He says

"Minus one. first one and we are already in the negatives"

"what's next?"

"Pokémon"

"woo! Pokémon"

"Its a little terrarium with a Pokémon in it and we don't know who we will get"

"who can we get?"

"Uhhh... Just the Eveelutions" she says

"Ohhh, awww they're so sleepy" He says "You can open this one. Because you will get more joy from this then I will"

"You know me so well Thomas" she smiled taking the box and ripping it open "See Japan! they understand the minimal plastic needed for these items" she explained

"You and fucking plastic. God damn hippie"

"You are also a hippie"

"I am, partly because I feel bad for the turtles and the dolphins and seals, you showed me that video of the turtle with the straw up his nose and I was just as hippie as you"

"That video has turned so many people"

"It has, I had a sad time though" he says

"what happened? tell the story while I construct this toy"

"I went to a family wedding my cousin was getting married, and I ended up at some point sat chatting to my eldest cousins little girl, and she sat down with me in her little dress and she said 'Tommy do you know what the most eivl thing in the world is?"

"Ohhh child"

"Yeah, the thing is you have to be so careful when a child asks you that"

"Becuase your just like the things I could tell you little girl"

"The things you don't know"

"Ohh child you don't know"

"You don't know child. Ohhh baby there are things I could say to you that would ruin your whole life." He says "So obviously I said nothing and went No no what's the most evil thing"

"what did she say?"

"she just looked me dead in the eye and said. Plastic"

"Plastic?"

"Yeah, and she like sat talking to me for like a good twenty minuets about plastic waste, waste ending up in the oceans, seal life destruction, Massive company's polluting, Green house gases, fossil fuels, House hold carbon footprints"

"... I wanna hang out with her"

"But all of this is coming out of a fucking adorable little blonde five year old, in this cute little pink flower girl dress"

"Why was she so mad? I mean I love the Ephusiamum and I adore that she's mad but... how did this happen?"

"I don't know, but somehow she knows. and she is pissed."

"Little girl gonna come curb step a bitch if you don't think about the turtles" she laughs "Is this the same little girl who found out about Santa?"

"Yes!"

"Ooohh I saw that. that was horrific. who was it who told her it was your uncle wasn't it?"

"Yeah, he let it slip one Christmas eve that Santa wasn't real and... he said that to a four year old."

"It didn't go well"

"Who did you get?"

"Normal Pre evolved eve"

"Awww that's cute though I like that." He smiled "Evee's sleeping on a little pillow"

"It is cute, I will point out this was the second cheapest thing today"

"I want more of these"

"They make more with like regular Pokémon, I've seen a bunch with like the various game starters"

"I could get a scorebunny"

"You could. You love that dam bunny"

"I do, he is my boy"

"I have not yet found one with cubchoo, But I did see a mimiku and I also love him" "You do, because you feel bad for him"  

"Next before this is just a video of us looking at Pokémon"

"Yeah we should, what's next?"

"We have a tiny Minecraft figure"

"Tiny Minecraft man, Or lady"

"Or animal. I just noticed there is animals too"

"Ooohh. Can I get a bee? I like the bee's?"

"No.. you can get a horse though"

"I don't wanna horse" he whines

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Chapter 66 - SBT

Here it is!

The morning was cold and crisp. Thank God for that scarf and beanie. He had stolen it, like everything else, unfortunately. But he didn't have any choice. 

The campfire had died overnight, as it usually did. He revived it and warmed up his hands. Those mittens weren't good enough. He should go and find proper gloves with fingertips. His teeth chattered and his stomach growled. Time to find some food. 

"You stay here, I will be back shortly." 

He received a nod for an answer and he headed deeper in the forest. Most of the trees had lost their leaves but the forest was so dense that one could still progress quite stealthily. He walked until he spotted a rabbit, maybe a hare. 

"Ah…" 

He pulled the rifle he was carrying on his back and readied it, reloading it slowly and silently before screwing in the suppressor at the end of the barrel. He went down on one knee to take aim and didn't fail. The rabbit fell limply to the ground. He went to retrieve it and walked back to his camp. 

"I am back. This should feed me for the entire day. You still have your own food." 

He cleaned the rabbit, skinned it and gutted it before cutting the different parts neatly. That knife had never been that handy. He had breakfast with one leg and a bit of the rabbit and then laid down to take a nap in his shelter. 

"Wake me up if anything happens." 

Again, he was answered with a nod and laid on his side watching the day pass before he fell asleep.

His days were extremely uneventful. No one came around these parts to pass by, especially now that it was winter, and so he felt like he owned the entire forest for himself. His pass times included carving wood, sharpening his blade, throwing it at tree trunks and talking to himself and his horse. 

Yes, the horse was the only company he had, and he had stolen it too. Everything he owned he had stolen off of people who had come earlier in the year. May it be for a hike, a bit of hunting, fishing, anything that could be done around these parts. And in more than a year, he had amassed quite the collection of objects. He had everything he needed. He even had a game of cards, he just missed someone to play with. 

When he woke up from his nap, he decided to go on a walk with the horse. He hopped on his back and off they went, marching slowly. After more than a year living there, they both knew the forest by heart so the thrill of discovering new paths didn't exist anymore. They languidly walked through, under the dark spiky branches, and that's what they would spend their time doing. 

This time of the year, the forest was dull and sad. Life seemed to be taking a break, dormant. The horse was taking his time, enjoying the view, his hooves crunched on the dead leaves on the ground. The squirrels were away, birds hardly chirped. The silence was deafening and made the man reflect on himself. He detested that. 

Living like a hermit in a forest wasn't something he had chosen by free will. Circumstances had pushed him to do so. He had to live far from the eyes and ears of men, so he returned to nature. It reminded him of darker days of history, during the war. Only now, he wasn't wearing the uniform, he wasn't obeying anyone's orders, he was no one, and had returned to the state of dust. His hair had grown, his beard too but he could at least keep it to a reasonable level with the knife.

For how long? He himself didn't know how long he had to keep living this way. It had been more than a year already and he wished he wouldn't have to drag it for a decade. Again. 

Another decade of trying to pause time. You can't pause the passing of time. Time does not care about you and however you choose to spend it. Time passes.

And it was a torture. For he was stuck there with this horse. He couldn't go anywhere else. Trying to escape would get him noticed and that was the last thing he needed. The plan was to vanish. But this time, Houdini should not reappear. Even though he craved to, he shouldn't because it would not only put himself in danger, but also, the life of the man he wanted to reappear for. 

God only knew how that man had spent his year. Maybe he had forgotten, and moved on. Maybe he had learnt to live again, find something to do and keep his days busy. Maybe it was now a story of the past, or maybe he even managed to laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. 

But for the hermit, it was no laughing matter. It was actually his reason to open his eyes and break his dreams of the night. Those dreams were something. They were the only times where he could see him, the man who mattered. He would see him, hear him, touch him even. He would have conversations with him, he would woo him all over again, let his fingers run through his long, brown and wavy locks of hair… 

Those dreams were a torture. But each day he would wake up and try to swallow it down, try to not keep track of the number of days - 487 - that had passed since that last kiss. And he wondered. When he had said "Please, forgive me.", did that man in the end forgive him indeed? If he hadn't forgiven him yet, would he in the future?

And what had become of their baby? Did she miss him? If she were to see him again, would she recognise him? How did she grow up? What did she look like now? Hopefully she was grown up and well. He knew she would, he had trusted that man with her and he knew how good he was. 

The hermit crossed a thin stream of water and the horse stopped to drink. He wasn't far from another camp. He might spend the rest of the day and the night there. He waited for the horse to finish and they carried on. When they found the other camp, the afternoon was half over. Thank God that forest spread wide… 

The hermit covered the horse with a blanket and sat down to start a fire. The temperatures started to drop. When the flames were going steadily, he decided to have a bit more of the rabbit. He grilled it and ate it slowly while humming to himself. When he finished, he looked at the sun setting. 

There were days where he would like it, not anymore. He knew what the sun set looked like too much. The view was sickening. It reminded him of his solitude. He abhorred it all and sighed. He did his ponytail again and decided to lie down and sleep through it.

But of course sleep didn't come. Even if the sky was turning darker and darker, his brain was running fast, spinning like a wheel with a mad hamster. He tossed and turned under his tent, left and right, under the duvet. He added more and more layers to prevent the cold draft from slithering it and licking his face with its ice tongue. He tried his best and his hopes died the moment he realised that his campfire died too. 

"Merde…"

He sighed and threw the blankets away. What should he do then? Well, maybe taking a walk would help. He stood up, wore a poncho on top of his winter clothes and exited the tent. The horse neighed when he passed next to him. 

"I am off for a walk, that's all. You may sleep if you want. I don't know how long I will be." 

And he left the camp, the rifle on his back and his blade in his inner pocket, as always. He walked under the full moon and between the naked trees, slithering through. There wasn't any wind whatsoever and the forest was asleep. He stopped. He knew it in his guts. He would not sleep. 

"Et merde."

[And shit…]

He went back to his camp and took the horse with him. He was mad at himself, at his loneliness, the solitude gnawing him on the inside. They went on a large forest way that had been formed by countless people walking on it before him. He aligned the horse straight. 

"Au galop!"

[Gallop!]

The horse obeyed instantly and raced on through the forest. The hermit bent forward and held on to him. The cold air whipping his face did exactly what he wanted. It made his eyes water and tears streamed down his face. The first one was always the hardest to shed but the ones after came more and more easily. 

He hated himself. He hated himself with a passion. He wished he could punch himself, make himself eat his teeth, ask the horse to trample him with its heavy hooves! He couldn't live with himself!

The fool! He thought that revenge would bring him some peace but no! It didn't do anything but bury the rest of him alive! Revenge had not put any part of him to rest. 

He was eaten out by both regrets and remorse. There are things that he should have done and said as much as there were things that he should not have done and said. 

Maybe that last kiss was too much. Maybe that last goodbye was not enough. 

He pushed the horse to race against his own fury, galloping violently on the floor of dead branches and leaves. 

But soon, the horse tired out and slowed down to a gentle trot. The hermit was out of breath without uttering a word or running himself. 

Ha, maybe now he was tired enough to find sleep.

"Allez, on rentre." 

[Come on, let us go back home.]

The horse slowly turned. 

"Attends."

[Wait.]

From the distance, the hermit could see the lake. There was a fire there, he could see the orange spot glowing in the infinite dark blue scenery. If there was a fire, there was someone and possibly resources for the hermit. 

"Allons jeter un oeil." 

[Let us have a glance.]

The horse headed for the lake slowly. As they got closer and closer, the hermit frowned. He heard some noises. They weren't voices… It was different, more… woody? 

He stopped and dropped off of his horse when he was close enough to observe the campfire through the scope of his old rifle. He lay on the ground on his belly and scoped in. 

The fire was reasonably small so the hermit guessed it was only one or two people there. He saw some skewers and fish heads. That was a lot of fish for just one or a few men…! But what on Earth were they doing at night in winter there? 

The hermit dragged the scope around and saw the silhouette of a man sitting on a chair, giving his back to him and facing the lake. The sounds became clearer but the hermit wanted to be sure. 

"Reste ici. Je reviens."

[Stay here, I will come back later.]

He walked low, close to the ground, as silently as possible, getting closer to the man giving him his back.

Mon Dieu… 

It wasn't noises. It was… music. 

The hermit lay down and scoped again. The man sat on the chair was waving gently left and right, to the music of his saxophone. Oui, it had to be a saxophone. It was hidden from the hermit's view but he did have quite a musical ear. 

And the music was pleasant. He recognised it and found himself humming along as he watched the musician play to the lake. What was it called that song again…? Ah, oui, Killing me softly… 

"I heard he sang a good song,

I heard he had a style,

And so I came to see him, to listen for a while

And there he was, this young boy, a stranger to my eyes"

On top of the song being quite slow, the woodiness of the saxophone, the breathiness of it gave the performance a very mellow tone to it, very melancholic. Add to that the full moon, the infinite black sky and the reflection of the silver moonlight on the lake ... The atmosphere was more than magic.

"I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd

I felt he'd found my letters and read each one out loud

I prayed that he would finish, but he just kept right on"

The man had quite the talent…! The hermit stayed stuck there, an eye on the scope and his head swinging left and right. His lips finally yielded to the temptation. After all, he had been a singer in a previous life…

"He sang as if he knew me

In all my dark despair

And then he looked right through me 

As if I wasn't there

And he just kept on singing

Singing clear and strong"

The hermit removed the scope from his eyes and put the rifle away. He propped himself on his elbows and held his head, tilting it left and right in rhythm, slowly. 

Ah the lake was lucky to receive such a performance. The hermit was used to the odd campers with a badly tuned guitar and awful pop songs. But this, this was different. A saxophone? And the nuances…! It took the hermit to an earlier life, short hair, clean-shaven, three-piece suits and crates of admirers' letters… Singing to a crowd which loved the emotion he put them through with his voice alone, when he was really only singing to one person, one man, the reason his heart beat for. 

"Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life with his words

Killing me softly

With his song"

He closed his eyes and smiled, even though he didn't realise it. Music was a merciless mistress. She was one of the few people who could entirely bewitch him and make him almost forget his own self. And just like that, he was back to being the classy, arrogant man, wooing men and women alike… 

The musician stopped and it pulled the hermit out of his day dreaming. He distantly heard him talk but didn't see anyone else around. He grabbed the scope to confirm and yes indeed, there was no one else. The man was talking to himself then. Not that the hermit would judge, he was talking to his horse…

By the way, he should get back to him and go for at least a nap. He went back to his faithful companion and as he hopped on his back, he realised that he was still humming to himself. Such a beautiful song that was, hm? 

They trotted back to the camp and the hermit sank in his tent and in his bed. But the unexpected performance did keep him up a bit more. Could he hope for more impromptu concerts like these? He hoped the musician would stay a few days. It would be a good change of routine for him. And for the resources? Bah, the hermit would leave him be. As long as he provides good music, he shall not steal anything from him. Let that be the poor tip he would offer him. 

Needless to say the hermit was not carrying a single cent. Not that he didn't have money. He had quite a bit of it. But accessing it meant going to town and giving his name, thus blowing up his cover. Non, he couldn't have access to money and he couldn't buy anything, which was why he was reduced to stealing. Him who could afford the best of dwellings, the feasts of kings and the clothes of princes, he had to steal. He took no pride in it, neither did he feel ashamed of it. He never stole to sell it again or gain any personal wealth. Everything he stole he needed, even this horse. 

"Bonne nuit, l'ami." 

[Good night, pal.]

Hm. The horse. It didn't have a name. Why? Because anything the hermit named disappeared off his hands. So he stopped naming whatever was of value to him. It was better that way, it was safer. He had stolen it off of a group of people touring the area on horseback. It might have been his biggest theft yet. And he pulled it off with such ease…! 

That was the stuff of stories. But no one was there in the tent to listen to it. No one, especially not the one he craved and dreamt to sleep with. He had done it, a few times. He would entangle his limbs with that tall man, he would let himself be loving and vulnerable, maybe even silly. He was head over heels for him. The hermit sighed. Hopefully that man was doing well. Was he gone to bed? Was he asleep? Was he dreaming or having nightmares? 

The hermit sighed and curled up in his bed. He closed his eyes.

"Bonne nuit, mon amour."

[Goodnight, my love.]

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Real to Me (A Sanders Sides Princess and the Frog AU)  Prologue

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Summary: Virgil Bast grew up in a poor neighborhood in New Orleans, learning from his family’s work ethic and never once slowing down from the day he could get a job of his own. He’s always been kept company by his best friend, Patton La Bouff, son of the richest man in New Orleans. 

Prince Roman of Maldonia has always been surrounded by praise, money, and almost anything he could ever want. Prince Remus, on the other hand, has never really been what you might call the pride of Maldonia. 

And the Shadow Man has only ever wanted to punish those who’ve done wrong, helped along by his Friend on the Other Side.

Relationships: Platonic moxiety, eventual prinxiety

Characters: Virgil, Patton (eventual Roman, Remus, Janus, Logan, C!Thomas)

Warnings: None for this chapter! (There will be eventual unsympathetic Janus and Remus, but they get redeemed. There will also eventually be racial prejudice, but no slurs or physical violence.)

Word count: 1644

A/N: Hi, I’d like to preface this fic by saying that I’m not black. Although I am non-white, I also don’t have the same experiences as black people do and therefore cannot do their stories justice the way that they can. 

I really debated on how best to write this au, because I want to give the best representation that I possibly can, and I even considered just scrapping it. However, I was really excited about it, and in the end I wanted to provide what representation I can, because as a racial minority myself, I know that some representation (so long as it’s accurate) is better than none at all. 

There are no internal monologues about being black in this story, because I don’t know how that would go. I also realize that not all black people share the same exact thoughts/opinions and since I can’t use my own personal experience with racism for this, I figured it best to leave out the internal aspects of it altogether, so that I don’t misrepresent the black community. There is, however, some racism aimed at some of the characters by others. This is something I felt like I could accurately write about, having witnessed and experienced racism myself. The racism is there, presented, and condemned, but I don’t offer much more than that. Discrimination on the basis of race and/or color is something that too many people have faced, and I felt that it was too important to leave out of the story altogether (especially considering it’s part of why Tiana struggled to get her restaurant in the movie itself).

If you made it this far, thanks for reading!! This is something I’ve worked hard on, and I really hope you enjoy it! This first chapter is going to be mostly characterization and setting up the rest of the story, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! 

Without further ado, I give you Real to Me!

“Just at that moment, the ugly little frog looked up with his sad, round eyes and pleaded, ‘Oh, please, dear princess, only a kiss from you can break this terrible spell that was inflicted on me by a wicked witch!’”

Virgil felt Patton lean over to him to loudly whisper, “Here comes my favorite part!” Virgil mentally prepared himself for what he knew was coming next.

“And the beautiful princess was so moved by his desperate plea that she stooped down,” Patton was leaning in now, “picked up the slippery creature,” Virgil was leaning away, “and kissed that little frog!”

Pat gave a squeal of delight and grabbed the cat that was walking by, squeezing it so tightly its eyes seemed to pop out. All while Virgil was dramatically sticking his tongue out as far as he could.

That was one thing about his friend that Virgil would never understand. How could Patton possibly think that the story was anything but unrealistic and unsanitary? The princess could’ve contracted some disease! Or maybe the frog was lying and he wasn’t even a prince?! Who came up with those stories?? He needed to have a talk with them.

“...and they lived happily ever after!”

He heard Patton sigh with delight before looking at Virgil’s mama with pleading eyes. “Will you read it again Mrs. Bast?”

“Sorry, honey, we’d better be heading home,” she said with a kind smile. “Say goodbye Virgil.”

“There is no way I’d ever ever EVER kiss a frog. Yuck,” Virgil ranted as he gathered his things from around the room.

“Even if he turned into a prince after?” Patton asked.

Virgil nodded hard. “Especially if he turned into a prince. Princes are just rich boys who do nothing all day but ride on their horses and dance with pretty ladies. I’d have to do all his work for him!”

“Nuh-uh!! Princes are brave, and polite, and after you’re married, they only dance with you!” Pat defended.

“You don’t kn-!”

“Evening Eudora!” Patton’s daddy called as he turned into the room.

“Daddy! Daddy!” Pat jumped up and down excitedly. “Look at my new dress!!” He twirled around to show off the fluffy, sky blue gown Eudora had sewn for him.

“Why, I’d expect nothing less from the finest seamstress in New Orleans!”

“Well thanks, Mr. La Bouff,” Eudora Bast replied. “Sorry to leave so soon after seeing ya, but we’d best be heading out now.”

Virgil vaguely heard Mr. La Bouff give his well-wishes to his mama as Pat was walking over to say, “What if the prince wasn’t lazy and boring? Would you marry him then?”

“I’d only marry him if he wasn’t just some prince in a book,” Virgil stated matter-of-factly. “He has to be a real person that I can talk to.”

“Well duh, silly! You can’t marry a book!” the blond boy laughed.

“Virgil! It’s time to go home baby, your daddy should be home by now,” Eudora called to him.

He ran over to where his mama was standing in the wide, elegant doorway and shouted, “Bye Patton!”

“Bye Virge!!”

~

Virgil always liked the ride home. He could watch the other people on the tram, and wonder what they’re like, and stare out the window at the fuzzy streetlights in the distance. Plus he got to lean his head on his mama’s shoulder and feel the tram rock side to side. It made him feel safe. 

When they got near their neighborhood, Eudora whispered, “Go ahead and pull the cord.”

Virgil waved goodbye to the driver as he hopped off the tram and onto the sidewalk. He looked up at his mama as they walked down the street. “Why does Pat wanna marry a prince so bad? He’s already a prince, pretty much.”

“I don’t know sweetheart.” The lights made his mama’s face look so warm. “Maybe he wants to make it official. You could ask him sometime.”

“No,” Virgil said thoughtfully, “I think I’ll just help him find his prince. Oh! That can be his birthday present this year!!”

Eudora laughed lightly and smiled down at him. “I think that’s a great idea, hon.”

Voices rang out from houses along the streets, and Virgil could see families laughing together through some of the glowing windows. The two of them stepped up to the old, brown house and the door that creaks when you open it. As soon as he stepped inside, Virgil smelled the most amazing gumbo in the world, the kind only his daddy could make. He could almost taste it in the air. That, in combination with the yellow light coming from the kitchen and his daddy’s heavy, brown coat draped over the living room chair made Virgil feel like there was a fire in his chest, the kind that you have at Christmas. 

“Daddy! We’re home!!”

Mr. Bast looked over his shoulder at the two coming inside, and smiled big. “Hey, Virge! I’m almost done chopping veggies, you wanna help me finish?”

“Yeah!! Can I taste it?” the boy asked as he dragged a chair over to the old stove.

“I’d be hurt if you didn’t,” James joked, helping him up. “How ‘bout you put these peppers in?”

After they’d let the ingredients stew in the pot for a while, Virgil put the wooden spoon to his mouth and his daddy asked, “How’s it taste?”

“Hmm…” Virgil tapped his chin a bit before quickly sliding to the floor, running over to the cupboard, and grabbing a bottle of tabasco. He dashed back over to the pot and shook in some of the sauce. “There! Try it!” The curly-haired boy handed the spoon over to his dad. He laughed as his daddy made a big show of tasting it.

“Mmm, now that has to be the best gumbo I ever tasted!” James grabbed Virgil under the arms and swung him to the ground. “Why don’t you go with your mama to call the neighborhood over? I’ll grab the pot.”

Virgil slid out of his daddy’s arms and nodded before running to the door. He flung it open and shouted as loud as he could, “Hey, everybody! I made gumbo!!” His mama reached where he was standing on the porch and stood behind him proudly, while the neighbors greeted him with “Woo! That smells good!” and he replied with “I made it almost all by myself! My daddy helped a little though.” Mr. Bast spooned out some gumbo into everyone’s bowls, and one by one they picked up their spoons.

It was quiet for a little, the kind that happens when your family’s sat around the table and it’s been a long day, but now you get to eat something and it barely even matters what it is because you’re all eating it in the same place at the same time. Then, though, people start saying things like “Mm-mm-mmm!!” and “this is fantastic Virgil, you must’ve gotten your daddy’s talent.” He could barely stop smiling long enough to chew. (His mama didn’t say anything about chewing with his mouth closed.) (This time.)

~

That night, when Virgil snuggled under his covers, he was smiling. He felt his mama sitting down on the bed by his feet. James was standing right next to her.

“You know the thing about good food?” Virgil looked up at his daddy. “It brings folks together from all walks of life. It warms them right up and it puts little smiles on their faces.” He tapped Virgil’s cheeks when he said it. James pulled a piece of paper out of his shirt pocket and showed it to Virgil, a drawing of a beautiful golden room with fancy tables and soaring ceilings. There were lots of people in the picture, musicians and waiters and diners with nice clothes and big feathers. “When I open up my restaurant, I tell you, people are going to line up for miles around just to get a taste of my food.”

Virgil sat up at that. “Our food.”

“That’s right, baby. Our food,” his daddy laughed and handed him the picture. The boy held it gently in his hands, like it was the most precious thing in the world.

Suddenly, Virgil got up and said, “Oh, look!” He stared out the window.

“What is it, hon?” Eudora craned her head to see what he was looking at.

“Patton’s fairy tale book said if you wish on a star, it’s sure to come true!”

James smiled at him and said gently, “Well, you wish on that star. You dream with all your heart. But remember, Virge, that star can only take you part of the way.” Virgil looked away from the star and back at his daddy. “You’ve got to help it along with some hard work of your own, and then, yeah, you can do anything you set your mind to. Just promise me one thing.” Virgil held his eyes. “That you’ll never, ever lose sight of what’s really important. Okay?” He nodded hard, twice, just to be sure his daddy knew he was serious. 

His mama reached over to rub the tight black curls on his head. “See you in the morning, baby.”

“Get some sleep,” James told him.

“G’night,” Virgil whispered as he snuggled deeper into bed.

When the door closed, he hopped up again and went to the window. He could still find the star he had been looking at earlier — it was the brightest, and almost in the very middle of the sky. Almost like it was standing on a stage, waiting to be seen. Virgil closed his eyes and held the drawing to his chest. “I wish, I wish, I wish…”

Rrrrrribbit.

Virgil slowly turned to see the frog on the windowsill. 

If he screamed, it was nobody’s business. (His mama and daddy were lucky enough to enjoy his company that night.)

~

A/N: Ok so I realize that it’s a lot of just quoting the movie, but I liked the way they set it up so I figured why fix it if it’s not broken right? But from here on, the characters deviate more from those of the movie, so the dialogue will be a whole lot more of my own :) it’ll be a lot more interesting next chapter, I promise. (And Virgil will be grown next time.)

Taglist: @prinxiety-shipper101 @meowthefluffy

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BEANSONBREAD AWARDS 2020 - BEST SONG

AWARD NO.3 - BEST SONG OF 2020

PAST WINNERS

2019 > Weyes Blood ‘Andromeda’ (see full list HERE)

2018 > Let’s Eat Grandma ‘It’s Not Just Me’ (see full list HERE)

2017 > Richard Dawson ‘Ogre’ (see full list HERE)

2016 > Solange ‘Cranes In the Sky’ (see full list HERE)

2015 > Kendrick Lamar ‘The Blacker The Berry’ (see full list HERE)

2014 > FKA Twigs ‘Two Weeks’ (see full list HERE)

2013 > Oliver Wilde ‘Perrett’s Brook’ (see full list HERE)

2010 > Untold ‘Stop What You’re Doing (James Blake Remix) (see full list HERE)

2009 > Joker - ‘Digidesign’ (see full list HERE)

2008 > Lil’ Wayne - ‘A Milli’ (see full list HERE)

2007 > Panda Bear - ‘Bros’ (see full list HERE)

2006 > Hot Chip - ‘Over And Over’ (see full list HERE)

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RULES - A maximum of THREE tracks from any one artist. Songs can be tied in the same position.

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*SPOTIFY PLAYLIST WITH (ALMOST) ALL THE TRACKS*

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THE RUNNERS UP (in alphabetical order)..

100 Gecs, Count Baldor, GFOTY ‘Stupid Horse (remix)’

645AR ‘Bible And A K’ 

A.G. Cook ‘Silver’ 

Alabaster DePlume ‘Whisky Story Time’

Amaarae ‘Hellz Angel’

Arca ‘Time’

Arlo Parks ‘Black Dog’

Ashnikko ‘Daisy’

Blackpink & Selena Gomez ‘Ice Cream’

Cardi B & Megan Thee Stallion ‘WAP’

Caribou ‘New Jade’ / ‘Home’

CHAI ‘No More Cake’

Chloe x Halle ‘Do It’

Clipping ‘96 Neve Campbell’

Cornershop ‘St Marie Under Canon’ / ‘No Rock Save In Roll’

Crack Cloud ‘Favour Your Fortune’

Dan Deacon ‘Become A Mountain’ / ‘Sat By A Tree’

Darkstar ‘Jam’ 

Dean Blunt, Joanne Robertson, Vegyn ‘Troll’

Deerhoof ‘Future Teenage Cave Artists’ / ‘Sympathy For The Baby Boo’

Dirty Projectors ‘Overlord’

DJ Douggpound ‘Creamed Popcorn On The Cob’ 

Dorian Electra ‘Sorry Bro (I Love You)’

Doves ‘Prisoners’

Dry Cleaning ‘Scratchcard Lanyard’

Dua Lipa ‘Hallucinate’

Fenne Lily ‘Alapathy’ / ‘Solipsism’

Fiona Apple ‘Shameika’

FLOHIO ‘Unveiled’

Gerard Black, Rozi Plain, Jamie Whitby-Coles 'Beiggy'

Giant Swan ‘Silkworm’

Good Sad Happy Bad ‘Blessed’ / ‘Star’

The Go! Team ‘Cookie Scene’

Grimes ‘Delete Forever’

Gupi & Fraxiom ‘Thos Moser’

HAIM ‘The Steps’

Happy Spendy ‘Feelings 2’

Hen Ogledd ‘Trouble’

Hot Chip ‘Worlds Within Worlds’

Janelle Monae ‘Turntables’

Jane Weaver ‘The Revolution Of Super Visions’

Jay Electronica ‘Ghost Of Soulja Slim’ / ‘Shiny Suit Theory’

Jessy Lanza ‘Anyone Around’ / ‘Lick In Heaven’

Jpegmafia ‘Bald!’

Kayla Painter ‘Prey At Night’

Kelly Lee Owens ‘Arpeggi’ / ‘Melt!’

King Creosote ‘Susie Mullen’

King Krule ‘Stoned Again’

Lambchop ‘Reservations’

Laura Marling ‘Strange Girl’

The Lemon Twigs ‘The One’

LICE ‘Conveyor’ & ‘Arbiter’ 

Lil B ‘I’m Kanye’

Lil Uzi Vert ‘POP’

Little Simz ‘Might Bang, Might Not’

Magdalena Bay ‘Story’

Marie Davidson & L’Œil Nu ‘Renegade Breakdown’

Michael ‘Sole Trader’

Mogwai ‘Dry Fantasy’

Moses Sumney ‘Virile’

Mumble Tide ‘Love Thing’

Nadine Shah ‘Club Cougar’

Noname ‘Song 33’

The Orielles ‘Space Samba (Disco Volador Theme)’

Oro Swimming Hour ‘Cold Tangerina’ / ‘Crocodile’

Park Hye Jin ‘Like This’

Pa Salieu ‘Betty’

Paula, Povoa, Jerge ‘Primavera’

Pet Shimmers ‘Thawed Out Plainclothes Demon’ / ‘Snake Eats A Lady’

Phoebe Bridgers ‘Garden Song’

Pictish Trail ’Bad Algebra’

Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs ‘Reducer’ / ‘Rubbernecker’

Planet 1999 ‘Replay’

Planningtorock ‘Jam Fam - Chanel Show Version’

Poppy ‘Fill The Crown’

Pottery ‘Texas Drums Pt. I & II’

Pozi ‘Whitewashing’

Princess Nokia ‘Green Eggs & Ham’

Remi Wolf ‘Woo!’ / ‘Photo I.D’

Rico Nasty ‘IPHONE’

RMR ‘Rascal’

Run The Jewels ‘Yankee And The Brave (ep.4)’

SAULT ‘Stop Dem’ / ‘Wildfires’

Scalping ‘Deadlock’

Sega Bodega ‘Salv Goes To Hollywood’

Sleaford Mods ‘Mork n Mindy’

Soccer Mommy ‘Bloodstream’ / ‘Crawling In My Skin’

Spectres ‘Tanning The Albatross’ / ‘On Nepotism’

Sufjan Stevens ‘Video Game’

SZA (feat. Ty Dolla $ign) ‘Hit Different’

This Is The Kit ‘Coming To Get You Nowhere’ / ‘This Is What You Did’

Thundercat ‘Black Qualls’

Tierra Whack ‘Peppers and Onions’ & ‘Dora’

Tim Heidecker ‘Come Away With Me’

Tkay Maidza ‘Shook’ / ‘Grasshopper’

Urkt ‘Rich Now’ / ‘Sour’

Warm Digits (feat. Rozi Plain) ‘Everyone Nervous’

Wasuremono ‘Big Big Smiles’

The Weeknd ‘Blinding Lights’

Wesley Gonzalez ‘Wind Your Neck In’

Wharfwhit ‘Bangers’

Willie J Healey ‘Fashun’

Working Men’s Club ‘White Rooms And People’ / ‘Valleys’

Yard Act ‘Fixer Upper’ / ‘Peanuts’

Yves Tumor ‘Kerosene!’

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THE TOP 70 SONGS OF 2020

70. Black Midi ‘Sweater’

69. 645AR ‘Sum Bout U (feat. FKA Twigs)’

68. King Krule ‘Alone, Omen 3’

67. Savage Mansion ‘Weird Country’

66. Pet Shimmers ‘Madonna’s People’

65. Daniel Blumberg ‘Teethgritter’

64. Katy J Pearson ‘Take Back The Radio’

63. A.G. Cook ‘Oh Yeah’

62. Kelly Lee Owens (feat. John Cale) ‘Corner Of My Sky’

61. Moses Sumney ‘Me In 20 Years’

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60. Alexia Avina ‘Fit Into’

59. Kero Kero Bonito ‘Fortune Teller’

58. The Avalanches feat. Blood Orange ‘We Will Always Love You’

57. Yaeji ‘Waking Up Down’

56. Black Country, New Road ‘Science Fair’

55. These New Puritans ‘The Mirage’

54. Clementine March ‘Le Continent’

53. Shygirl ‘Freak’ / ‘Leng’

52. Ed Dowie ‘Robot Joy Army’

51. Pa Salieu (feat. Mahalia) ‘Energy’

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50. Office Hours (Tim Heidecker, Fred Armisen & Daniel Cupps) ‘Brick By Brick’

49. Gorillaz (feat. Peter Hook & Georgia) ‘Aries’

48. Amaarae ‘Fancy’

47. Alabaster DePlume ‘Visit Croatia’

46. Pictish Trail ‘Fear Anchor’

45. Yves Tumor ‘Gospel For A New Century’

44. Dean Blunt ‘As Long As Ropes Unravel Fake Rolex Will Travel’

43. Oneohtrix Point Never ‘I Don’t Love Me Anymore’

42. Thundercat ‘Dragonball Durag’

41. Kero Kero Bonito ‘It’s Bugsnax!’

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40. Perfume Genius ‘On The Floor’

39. Dua Lipa ‘Levitating’

38. Rina Sawayama ‘Comme Des Garcons (Like The Boys)’

37. Pozi ‘The Nightmare’

36. Jockstrap ‘Acid VAPOURWAVE rap RMX’

35. Magdalena Bay ‘Airplane’

34. Arca & Rosalia ‘KLK’

33. Squid ‘Sludge’

32. 100 Gecs feat. Charli XCX, Kero Kero Bonito, Rico Nasty ‘Ringtone (Remix)’

31. Bonnie Prince Billy ‘In Good Faith’

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30. Good Sad Happy Bad ‘Shades’

29. Charli XCX ‘Claws’ / ‘Forever’

28. Bill Callahan, Bonnie Prince Billy, Dead Rider ‘Our Anniversary’

27. Pictish Trail ‘Lead Balloon’

26. Jockstrap ‘The City’ 

25. Oneohtrix Point Never ‘Auto & Allo’

24. Katy J Pearson ‘Hey You’

23. Self Esteem ‘Favourite Problem (Alternative version)’

22. Tim Heidecker ‘Nothing’

21. SAULT ‘Free’

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20. Moses Sumney ‘Cut Me’

19. Shygirl ‘Slime’

18. Charli XCX ‘7 Years’

17. Rina Sawayama ‘XS’

16. The Flaming Lips ‘Flowers Of Neptune 6’

15. Wesley Gonzalez ‘Change’

14. Perfume Genius ‘Describe’

13. Dorian Electra (feat. Village People & Pussy Riot) ‘My Agenda’

12. Crack Cloud ‘Ouster Stew’

11. The Flaming Lips ‘Will You Return/When You Come Down’

10. Dorian Electra ‘Gentleman’

9. Tim Heidecker ‘Property’

8. Tara Clerkin Trio ‘In The Room’

7. Planet 1999 ‘Party’

6. Phoebe Bridgers ‘Kyoto’

5. Laura Marling ‘Held Down’

4. Crack Cloud ‘Post Truth’

3. The Flaming Lips ‘At The Movies On Quaaludes’

2. Oneohtrix Point Never ‘Long Road Home’

1. Jockstrap ‘Acid’

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more underrated fics?? already read the ones suggested and they were great😭❤️

aye sure! you can also check out our hidden gems tag where i post underrated or unknown fics!

Comical Love by Mtvalexis

AU: Liam owns a comic book store and Geeky Zayn kind of falls in love with the ownerOr(Liam likes nerds named Zayn)

Year 2112 by natallijean

Welcome to the future, where Liam is a 21st century nerd, Louis is Louis, and Harry and Zayn are almost human.

I’ll never know the answer by bradfordswoody

Zayn doesn't think he's smart but Liam believes in him.

you're the missing piece i need by californiall

no one really knows why it happens but tattoos just randomly ink themselves onto peoples skin and sometimes they mean a little more than you think

You Made me Love You by asherly89

Liam goes to the same coffee shop every day because the most beautiful person he's ever seen, Zayn, works there. He finally works up the courage to talk to Zayn and finally one day asks him out, but Zayn says no...so Liam decides to woo him. It works, but Zayn's still hiding a part of his life from Liam. Zayn doesn't want to get hurt and Liam shows him he won't so finally Zayn tells him the big secret...he's a father, of a baby, a cute one at that. Liam of course falls in love with both Zayn and his son.

Cafe on The Corner by luckoftheirish (luckyirish418)

This story was inspired by the following AU prompt where Zayn works at a coffeehouse and Liam is an avid youtube poster. Zayn decorates Liam's cups and when Liam finally notices, romance ensues.

Farm Days by StoryAnonGuy33

"I said watch out, Liam I called your name like five times" He stated regaining his breath. Liam was confused, was it horse poop? Looking down, Liam saw a cluster of flowers growing out of the dirt."You need to watch where you're going" Zayn stated lightly as he went back to his work, leaving Liam a little dumbfounded."Great, he's good with animals and loves nature" Liam mused

Or where Liam spends another summer at his Aunt and Uncles farm. Hoping that Zayn, the new farmhand, would notice him in a different light.

Good Love is on the Way by liamsfreckles

Chewing on his lip, he opened up twitter and uploaded the photo of the letter:

@zaynmalik - help me find the lovely person who sent me this siiick birthday note! Thank you for the birthday love! xo

Within seconds of pressing tweet, the message had hundreds of RT’s and he giggled to himself. He was still so surprised people followed him - anywhere. He’d been a huge recording artist for years, but still felt very surprised with how many people supported and loved him.

Rhino stirred next to him, stretching his body out before resting his large head against Zayn’s knee. He leaned down to kiss the top of the dogs head, wrapping his arms around the not-so-little pup. ‘Think we’ll find our Cinderellie?’ He murmured into Rhino’s neck, before untangling himself. ‘C’mon pup, let’s get you walked…’

Forget Me Not by loveandbeloved

Liam and Zayn are best friends who act like a married couple but in actuality aren't even dating. One day, Zayn gets into an accident and wakes up in the hospital with amnesia, but when Liam tries to explain their life to him, Zayn assumes they are dating. Things escalate until Liam has to decide to tell Zayn the truth or pray that his memory never comes back.

Or: an amnesia fic that's way less angsty than most.

What Can Make Me Feel This Way? by milehighziam

If anyone had asked Zayn the morning Liam had proposed what he planned to do in the future, the answer would be simple. Get back into music, maybe continue his literature studies, see parts of the world he never had the pleasure to see.

But now, about 14 years later, Zayn could proudly say that this is his future.

Or, Zayn reminisces on his engagement to Liam, their wedding, and the births of their children.

hey there, sunshine by Anonymous

Zayn gets hit with a spell that causes the weather to change with his emotions.

(even when I messed it up) There You Are by rosegoldhl (Rosegoldhl)

“It’s so cold,” came a deep voice from his right.

Zayn snapped his head towards the source of the melodic sound, his heart wildly rabbiting in his chest. Liam Payne, firefighter. That’s all he knew about the boy with the kind brown eyes and pretty lips, who had moved to the apartment next to Zayn’s a few months back. He had dug that info from the mailbox downstairs– it was a low moment, he could admit that, but he didn’t do anything illegal, just slightly creepy.

“Maybe you ought to wear something then,” Zayn remarked, nodding towards Liam’s bare chest as he let out the smoke he had inhaled.

There you are, and I run. by SpookyFaces

There is something surreal, something head-spinning about a thought of ruling the world. Or, at least, an underground world of the city. And Liam has been fighting hard for years to get on top of every single asshole around him, to kneel everyone under his gaze. A few corpses, drug deals and robberies only helped him on his way.

But then, under the dull lights of street lamps, he stumbles upon something that changes his perspective of life. Somebody , with sad eyes and an urge to die, who manages to soften his stone-heart and crawl inside of it.

And maybe Liam realizes there is only one world he needs to rule. The one he found in honey-colored doe eyes. His own world.

obsessive and compulsive by hellothebrave

Liam is the only beautiful thing Zayn has gotten stuck on.

Unfathomable Distances by chasingxrabbits

A Skyrim AU where Liam is the reigning prince of Falkreath hold. Zayn is one of the palace guards. When Liam's best friend and Thane to the hold, Louis, contracts a mysterious illness, Liam is left with a choice. Does he leave Falkreath City in search for a cure, and who could (or would) ever accompany him on such a tumultuous journey?

Temptation by froot

Zayn likes pugs and Liam is whipped.

Long As There Are Stars Above You by alienharry

"There's a meteor shower tonight, actually. Thought this might be something you'd like."

Zayn watches Liam for a moment, takes in his soft grin and honest eyes. He's nothing short of breathtaking on a normal day, but when he does these small simple things, Zayn's head gets a bit fuzzy with it. "This isn't a date, you know"

"I'm aware,” Liam laughs.

"Just making sure."

If Zayn were ready to start dating again, he'd want this. He'd want nights alone on the roof and sharing takeout. He'd want the bookstore dates, silent films, watching meteor showers on the roof and teasing each other until they're both giggling. And he'd want it all with Liam.

This isn't a date, it can't be, but God does Zayn wish it was.

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Zayn's just finished his undergrad and is ready to stop messing around with strangers and get more serious about his studies as he prepares for his dream job. No relationships, no sex. Which is harder than it sounds when Liam Payne comes into his life.

[bambyeol]

Beats.And.Melody (B.A.M!) (p.2)

pairing/s: band! park jihoon x oc  genre: angst, fluff, music (band) characters: kang daniel, ong seongwoo,kim jaehwan, bae jinyoung, park woojin, lee daehwi, yoon jisung 

prompt: why were you crying over a pop rock party song?

previous : part 1 // part 3

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“Oh yes that’s good.” Jinyoung turned his head towards her while the four of them were bundled together in the music room, each respectively practicing their own instrumentals. Once in a while, Jinyoung and Woojin would stop and sit with them and listen to her progress.

She was a naturally shy person and had limited number of friends in school. It didn’t help that she just transferred in their school during high school when most of the students had their own set of friends whom they found during middle school, so she enjoyed interacting with the boys. 

“You’re a prodigy, Riseul-ah” Woojin hung his arm on her shoulder, and she smiled meekly as she shook her head. “It’s thanks to Jihoon.”

“No, you’re seriously scaring me with your progress. You might just replace me in the band, you know.”

“Is it compliment-giving day? Wow, Jinyoung you’re the best. Really, you play the keyboard so well.” Jinyoung tapped his own shoulder and recited his words. Jihoon and Woojin threw the empty food wrappers and bottles to him. “This is why you don’t have a girlfriend.” Woojin dissed.

“And you’re a redhead mistaken as a pyramiding scam by women.”

“Points to Bae Jinyoung.” Jihoon couldn’t contain his laughter and so did Riseul. “Riseul-ah, I thought we were a team!” Woojin feigned disappointment and moved away from her. She tried to woo him back by stretching her arms and inviting him for a hug.” Oh, you’re cut with your red hair. Don’t listen to him, Woojinie~” she pitched her voice higher than usual like an adult consoling a baby.

Woojin was about to hug her back when Jihoon leaned on her chest and wrapped his arms on her waist, and stuck his tongue out to Woojin. Jinyoung casually snapped a picture of the two without their notice.

“Anyway.. Have you decided about the tune already, Riseul-ah?” Woojin cut their horse playing. Riseul was entrusted by all of them with the melody of the song because they needed to compose a song that would fit her voice and at the same time be unique, While they always performed lively and fast-paced songs, Riseul couldn’t seem to bring forth the same effect Jaehwan pulled off, and she was well aware of it.

“About that... I thought if it would be alright if we could stray from the usual style you guys did? I mean... can we try something like soft-rock?” She raised her forefinger and expressed her opinion. The three of them nodded with interest. “Also, I thought that it could attract the audience because most bands would stick to upbeat style, but if we start our song with a mellow sound and then gradually build up until the chorus..”

“Then it goes like BAM!” The three chorused, and Riseul clasped her hands when she was affirmed that they got the concept. “Right? It’s like the band’s name. The tune goes like this..”

Riseul hummed a slow, lengthened and rising melody, and sustained the tempo while humming it in a tone that fit her soprano voice then the beat fastened and Woojin grabbed his bass and strum one low chord. “This is lit!” Jinyoung couldn’t hide his awe. He rolled his hand and covered his mouth.

“That’s the tune you’re always humming.” Jihoon bent further and craned his neck to gaze upward after she finished singing. Woojin and Jinyoung were too busy rejoicing in the background. Riseul shrugged her shoulders, “I modified it a bit, but yeah.”

“It’s a pretty melody. Feels nostalgic,” Jihoon complimented and turned away to diss the two that he wasn’t able to catch the sad smile that landed on Riseul’s face.

“Yeah. It is.”

“Ri. Ri. Ri. Riiii” Younchul repeated and repeated until Riseul finally turned, annoyance still visible on her face and a cluck on her tongue as she pushed Youngchul’s face off her shoulder.

She was pissed. And sad. And confused. It was a swirl of emotions inside her at that moment, but she knew she shouldn’t be angry. Still. She couldn’t hide it, or even begin to understand that response she should project.

“You didn’t tell me,” the words venomously left her mouth with a sharp feeling. Youngchul just smiled at her, and massaged the lines on her forehead. “It’s nothing threatening,” he assured her, and the lines burrowed further on her forehead, glaze reflected on her eyes.

“Nothing threatening?” She spat out with disbelief. “Youngchul, you fainted! You were shaking and running out of breath. And I didn’t even know you were sick for a long time now. I didn’t even know you weren’t allowed to be exhausted. Youngchul, why didn’t you tell me before?” Riseul frowned and wiped the tears on her eyes.

She felt betrayed, and incompetent. She didnt understand the extent of his condition, but remembering all the days when she dragged him to accompany her, or to exercise with her, or to go on an adventure with her. It hurt. It hurt to know that she placed his life in danger for so many times, and she wasn’t even aware of it until it was too grave.

“I didn’t want you to know, Riseul.” Youngchul replied softly. “I told them not to tell you. You were the only one who didn’t need to know.” She sobbed and Youngchul hugged her.

“I wanted to be normal. Everywhere, they were careful around me, like I was a ticking bomb. But, when I was around you and we’d just do things like every normal child would. Play in the sandbox, get scraped knees, argue over the smallest things. Of course, I wouldn’t want you to know.” He massaged her knuckles popping out because of her clenched fists and kissed them.

“You’re not dying right?” She asked while crying and it was a stupid, insensitive question really, but she wanted to cling to that affirmation that came out of Youngchul’s mouth. 

“Yah! What’s with that. Of course, I’m not.” He stretched out his pinky and interlaced it with hers. It was a childish thing that they didn’t grow out of.

“Promise.”

Two weeks has passed since Riseul agreed on becoming the substitute vocalist, and their practices were going smoothly. She was halfway through learning the chords of the song, and the others were busy in properly mixing the instruments. They had a talent where they knew how to accentuate the instruments needed for a certain part of the song. Seongwoo liked to call it musician sense, one that would come naturally to her as she continued learning, he said.

They were all busy cleaning up the practice room and polishing the instruments. “Hyung, do we have a practice on Saturday?” Jihoon asked. Riseul’s ears perked. Seongwoo shook his head. “That’s good. Let’s go to the water park that day?”

“Why? Something happening that day?” Woojin’s and Jinyoung’s eyes lit up, and their hands stopped from wiping the floor. “You can’t have forgotten that it’s Riseul’s birthday that day, right?” Jihoon glanced at Jinyoung and Woojin who pointed to each other to act like they didn’t forget.

“We were just about to say that!” Woojin shook his hand in the air. “You guys didn’t tell me!” Seongwoo touched his chest to feign hurt. “Well?” Jihoon turned his attention to Riseul with expectant eyes, but she shook her head with a sad smile.

“Uhm, I’m sorry, but can we celebrate it on Sunday instead?”

“Oh, that’s okay too. You had a plan already?” Seongwoo broke the heavy feeling from Riseul. She nodded and bowed apologetically. “I’m sorry, Riseul. I tried making plans...” Jihoon pouted and Riseul flicked his forehead.

“What’s with that? Don’t try to act cute with me.” She laughed as they faced each other while locking her gig bag. “Oh, it didn’t work?” Jihoon sent her a wink this time. Riseul smacked his eyes with her palm and covered it.

“Not today, wink boy.”

Birthday. The special day of every person, and people specially children want to spend it alone because people are specially kind to them on that day. They get whatever they want, no matter how ridiculous it was. Parents pay huge sum of money to make that day perfect. She never really understood that while growing up because she spent them all with Youngchul. 

Even the money she received would be halved with Youngchul, and even if she tried to hide it from him, he’d be informed by her parents. She spent that special day with someone else all her life, so it felt strange to celebrate it today. She paced back and forth inside her mind about what she should do, but she only found one resolution.

“In front of your apartment.” Daniel texted her. She opened the door and stepped out of her apartment, the gig bag hanging on her back. “Let’s go buy flowers on the way,” she reminded Daniel and he nodded with a soft smile.

The four band members were walking on the shopping district when Jihoon caught a glimpse of someone walking with a guitar case on his back. Instinctively, he turned his head to the direction of that person hoping to see Riseul. Instead, he saw a tall, lean man with pink hair carrying the bag which he swore was Riseul’s. His eyes landed on the person beside him and immediately recognized her.

They were by the flower stall, the young man pointing to several flowers and Riseul adding several others. When the florist finished arranging the bouquet, the pink haired man gave it to Riseul and she smiled and smelled the flowers. The man adjusted the straps of the bag, and his eyebrows furrowed.

Riseul didn’t let others touch her guitar bag. At least, she didn’t let Jihoon touch it when he offered to carry it for her becase he didn’t carry anything that day after practice.  He always noticed her guarded attitude towards the guitar, and he knew it held sentimental value to her that’s why it confused him how that man she was with on her birthday casually adjusted the straps.

Woojin turned to him when he noticed that Jihoon stopped walking. “Gonna buy something?” Jihoon swiftly turned his head and shook his head. Woojin tried to peer where he was staring, and Jihoon pushed him to walk forward and joined in the conversation again, only glancing once or twice back to the direction of the two.

“Let’s hurry up. I’m hungry.” 

Riseul and Daniel reached their destination by dusk, the sunset’s orange hue about to disappear from the horizon. She immediately ran towards his grave and set up the candle, the bouquet and their gifts. She bent her legs until she was face to face with his tombstone and she wiped away the dust that formed on it.

Daniel bent down too and on his hands was a lighted birthday cake, and Riseul began clapping. “Happy birthday to you ~ Happy birthday to you ~ Happy birthday, dear Youngchul ~ Happy birthday to you.” She blew the candle with the numbers 2 and 0.

Closing her eyes, memories of their birthdays together flooded her mind.

At sixteen, the second birthday they spent in the hospital but not because of upset stomach from too much watermelon. Youngchul’s heart was beginning to fail. They escaped the hospital to light up handheld fireworks on the empty lot beside the hospital, the lights illuminating the cold and dark lot.

“Youngchul-ah!” The nurse shouted from the entrance of the hospital, and they quickly looked at each other and stomped on the fireworks. Youngchul dragged her towards the nurse and they apologized with little sincerity. Of course, they received scolding, but when they reached the hospital room, they laughed it off.

“I told you we should have just lighted the fireworks here,” he stood on the empty space inside the room and grinned. Riseul threw him a pillow which hit his head.

At eighteen, they spent their birthday in Seoul because Youngchul was advised to be sent to a better facility. Another birthday spent in the hospital as he was getting more frequent attacks. 

“You wouldn’t believe what I just saw! Youngchul storied. “They were the best out of everyone in that room, Riseul. And their band name is BAM! They fit their band name, their performance was like BAM! It was like thunder from the first beat. You’ve gotta visit the Underground.” he swung his hands animatedly as he gushed to her about it.

“Bam!” He jolted back when she mimicked the sound he made as she pulled out her gift. “Happy birthday, Youngchul.” she kissed his forehead.

“God, that’s not good for my heart.” 

She sat on the grass and Daniel handed her the guitar Youngchul previously owned. “Hey, Youngchul. You suck.” Daniel greeted his younger brother. He was so used to teasing Youngchul. “You said you’ll compose your own songs, but Riseul managed to pick up the tune you made and provide an accompaniment for it in 2 months.” 

Riseul strum the guitar and hummed along. There was no lyrics in it, but Youngchul always understood. They needed no words - from beginning until the end. There was Riseul, the brave, and Youngchul, the courageous who like their names resonated with each other.

Maybe that’s why it scared her to face the reality without him.

He was her Youngchul.

He was her courage.

She stopped strumming midway through the song, and scratched her head. “Ah. I still haven’t learned the other parts of it, Youngchul. I met a lot of good people this year. Daniel-oppa keeps worrying about me these days, so please tell him not to and that he should focus on finding a girlfriend instead. I asked Jihoon to teach me how to play the guitar, and it’s fun. I became friends with Jinyoung, Woojin and Seongwoo, and we’ll be performing this song in two weeks. That day, I hope you listen to me.” She pressed her hands together and prayed.

They stood up and left the cemetery but Riseul couldn’t help but keep looking back to Youngchul’s grave as it got farther and farther from her.

“Are you sure you can take the train alone? Also, I’ll be sure to watch the competition.” Daniel hung the guitar bag on Riseul and patted her head. “I’m 20 now, remember?” She joked and he ruffled her hair with a warm smile she was used to seeing.

“You’re still a kiddo for me.” He waited until she boarded the train and he waved her off before he proceeded to his own business. Riseul then walked towards her apartment and was surprised to see Jihoon by the bench before their apartment complex. 

He was busily looking at the sky with his hands on his jeans, and right foot crossed on the other. “Jihoon?” Riseul squinted her eyes to check as she approached towards his direction that was directly in front of her apartment complex. He greeted her with a wave and bent to remove something from what seemed to be a large paper bag.

When he turned around again, there was a cake sitting on his palms with lighted candles.She couldn’t hide her surprise as she looked around to find the other band members who must have probably hidden themselves to surprise her. “I know we’ll see you tomorrow, but I thought it’s still better to celebrate on the day of your birthday. Also, the other guys had other plans, so I came here as a representative.” He walked towards her because she stopped moving when she tried to find the others.

The candle illuminated Jihoon’s face whose gentleness delivered a strange sense of comfort.

“Happy birthday to you ~ Happy birthday to you ~ Happy birthday, dear Riseul. Happy birthday to you ~” he sang to her and tears couldn’t help but fall from her eyes. She tried wiping them away but they kept on pouring, and she saw the panicked expression on Jihoon’s face.

“Ahh -- did I do something wrong?” His frantic movement and heavy breath blew away the candles. “Ahh -- the candles. Oh no, wait, let me just light them up again.” she held onto the sleeve of his shirt and shook her head as she wiped the tears with the collar of her shirt.

Jihoon sets the cake onto the nearest bench, and outstretched his arms. Without thinking about it, she rushed into his arms, and wrapped her arms onto his waist, leaned onto his chest and listened to his heartbeat. A slow, steady and rhythmic beat. Gentle and light like how he plays his guitar.

He hummed the birthday song while he rubbed her back as she cried. “What do I do? I don’t know why you’re crying.”

“Just felt weird to hear you singing that song for me.” She replied, her words softened because of his shirt. “That’s what you told me too when I asked why you cried back then. You and your cryptic explanations.” He pushed her gently away from him, and raised her chin by his hand.

“Since I blew that candle, that means I get to make a wish right?” Riseul continued to wipe her tears with a laugh. “What’s with that?” Jihoon squeezed his eyes shut as he thought of something and opened them again.

“I wish that the next time Riseul cries, they would be tears of joy.”

part 3 !

Jesus, I typed this whole part because Tumblr was being a bitch again and does not accept me copy pasting from my document. 

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[wonderfulworldofwinchester]

Whole New World

Sam x Reader

Request: Um a topic you can write is The reader is way shorter then Sam but then while hunting a witch their bodies get switched, and Dean can’t help but laugh at how they struggle with their newfound height, or lack there of.

WARNINGS: Bit of Language. Some teasing. Blacking out?

A/N: This is another oldie that I am revisiting as a part of my Redo Rally. 

The last thing you remembered were some muffled latin phrases and a hideous laugh as the with disappeared, then everything went black. 

                                                         * * * “SAMMY!… Y/N!” you could hear Dean shouting somewhere near you. Opening your eyes and blink the blurriness away, you were hit with utter confusion…. Dean leaned over what was most definitely your body. Your mind immediately starts trying to process the sight. You must be having one of those ‘out of body experiences’ that people talk about. Yes that’s it. that’s whats happening. You sat up to attempt a better view and Dean turned around. “SAMMY!” he said moving towards you. You looked behind you  thinking that Sam was surely somewhere in the same direction as you. Just then you felt Dean grab your arm. “Sammy… Sammy. You ok? " Frantically looking around and realizing your proportions are way off. "Dude youre acting really weird. What did that bitch do!”

“Dean? Y/N?” You were hearing your own voice. This is weird. You made eye contact with yourself. immediately both of you guys’ eyes widen. “SHIT!” You say realizing what had happened. 

Dean still looked vaguely confused, then it hit him and he started to chuckle “W-wait a minute… You two switched bodies?” Now he was full blown laughing. 

Damn even in your body Sam could give an expert bitch face. “Shut up Dean. Lets just get out of here and figure out how to undo this.” 

As you started towards the Impala Sam was falling behind and you and Dean kept looking over your shoulders at him. It was kind of amusing at his attempt to walk in your body, although you were probably a sight too, trying to manage a body almost twice your size. “God, how do you keep up with us with these little legs. guys I can only walk so fast” 

“welcome to my world Sam” you laughed. Your ride on your high horse was cut short when you couldn't figure out how to fold this ginormous body up into the Impala. Eventually, you thought you'd had it, only to find out the hard way you didn't. "Goddammit!" You muttered, hitting both your head and your leg simultaneously. "I'm sorry, you were saying, Y/N." Sam said between laughing fits. "Oh shut the hell up!"                                                         * * * The next couple of days were filled with many long hours looking for a cure,  many frustrations, and a whole lot of cursing as well as laughter from a very amused Dean. 

“Dammit!” Sam shouted followed by an exasperated sigh. he pulled out a chair and climbed up on it trying to reach a book in the bunker’s library. “Stop laughing Dean!” 

“Bitch” “Jerk”

Meanwhile you were actually enjoying the advantages of being able to reach things. The three of you sat at the table searching through every book possible. You were  midsentence in one of those books when you heard grunting “Ugh I can’t reach anything” you looked up to be met with the sight of Sam practically climbing on the table to reach another book. At this point you were sure Dean was going to pee his pants he was laughing so hard. 

The whole time this had been going on, Dean had been getting a kick out of teasing Sam. He always had a new nickname to call him by such as 'shorty' and 'short stack’. he was constantly taking Sam’s stuff and holding it out of reach. 

You would walk by and tell him to stop saying “its not nice to tease people about things they cant control” 

“But this is the only time I can do this kind of stuff. This is the first time in like forever that I’ve been taller than Sammy” 

                                                   *  *  * Everything started to get blurry again and then went black. When you opened your eyes you realized you were in a completely different part of the bunker than when you blacked out. Looking around in confusion you wandered out into the hallway and ran smack into Dean’s chest. "Hell yes! woo im back baby! You did a celebratory dance down the hallway and saw Sam waking up. “Its over Sam! were back!” You hugged his neck.

Dean just rolled his eyes as he walked away “Well the fun’s over for me”

“Jerk” You and Sam sad in unison. 

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132 Thoughts I Had While Watching the PLL Finale

OMG Bridget Woo LOL nice throwback 

This is like a dream sequence or someone’s imagination, right?

Definitely has to be Mona’s imagination.

Lucas WTF 

Ha the girls don’t seem the least bit enthused with him “Hey Lucas” 

"Remember when we used to look up murder weapons, indistinctive traits of psychopaths exhibiting signs of hyper-reality disorder” IM YELLING 

JENNA! BITCH YOU IS BLIND WHY ARE YOU RIDING A HORSE?

I low-key love all of the truth tea they’re spilling, even though it’s not real 

HA I KNEW IT WAS MONA’S CRAZY ASS

So Mona gets to know who A.D. is first? 

OMG THEY ALL DID THE SHHHH  

Aw Ezria y’all are cute. 

YASSS ARIA OWN THAT UGLY CRY 

OMG EMISON TWINS FUCK THEY’RE SO CUTE 

Lily and Grace are such sweet names 

DOMESTIC EMISON!!! HEY NOW HEY NOW THIS IS WHAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF 

MAMA PAM YES 

Melissa and Spencer getting along? Ehhhh idk about that 

OW MY SPOBY HEART 

Oh my god she re-bought his truck? I love Spencer so much. 

Hey that’s Marlene’s son!

ADDISON YOU BITCH STFU 

Alison would END YOU 

Who bullies someone just because they’re deaf? 

And there’s Jenna tapping along… 

OH YES END HER JENNA  

Lolololol she became a life skills teacher I love it 

Haleb is still cute even when they’re fighting 

MONA’S BACK YES 

Of course she would be obsessed with game shows 

Spencer’s love for interior design making an appearance, I love it!

SPALISON IS SO CUTE 

Aria’s dress here is really cute! 

"Wait for it”  

Lol but I could so see them all going on a group honeymoon to Paris together 

Oh shit where’s Mona? 

"That’s exactly why we eloped." Only in Rosewood y'all 

This scene was all Ian haha 

They’re such a cute family OWW MY HEART 

MELISSA???  

Ella could take down Diane in a SECOND  

Love me some Spanna!  

EMISON IS ABOUT TO GET THEIR SEXY ON 

LOL everyone casually sneaks off to go have sex and then there’s just Spencer and Toby 

THEY’RE PLAYING SCRABBLE FUCKKKKK

Damn Ezria get it. Nice throwback to 5x05 with Aria pulling the sheets over her! 

JESUS EMISON LET ME BREATHE 

Emily has that sex hair right now! 

"I’m trying to get pregnant” “You’re scaring my ovaries” Oh Hanna.  

MELISSA STOP BEING CREEPY 

OH MY GOD IT'S HAPPENING. SPOBY PARALLELS TO 1x19 OMG 

Aria baby what’s wrong? 

OF COURSE IT’S MONA UNDER THERE 

So now Mona’s working for A.D.? 

Aria I’m so heartbroken for you baby!!! (ALSO IS THAT THE SONG FROM THAT SUPER SAD SCENE IN SEASON ONE AHHH THE FEELS) 

LOL Mona you sly bitch 

Uhhh Spencer what are you doing? 

ARIA APOLOGIZING FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO HAVE KIDS IM SOBBING 

HOPE BREEDS ETERNAL MISERY OMG 

Oh Hanna baby what is you doing?  

Byron you big softie! 

Poor Ella, but THE WINE MOMS ARE BACK YASSSS 

OH MY GOD THEY’RE DISCUSSING HOW THEY GOT OUT OF THE BASEMENT LOLOLOL 

Toby and Emily are such an underrated friendship 

WOAH WAIT that girl is Maya’s niece? HOW SWEET 

Spoby I miss you so much 

LIMERANCE  

Ah looks like the Wine Moms had a fun night 

Ezria stop fighting right this second YOU'RE GETTING MARRIED 

THIS EMISON PROPOSAL GOT ME CRYING AGAIN 

“You wanna make a baby?” OMG STOP THEY'RE SO CUTE 

SHIRTLESS TOBY MAKING A COMEBACK

FUCK ME UP this is so hot!!!! 

UH SPENCER, weren’t you just with Toby doing the sex? 

Oooh that’s the song that played when Spencer was sitting outside of Toby’s apartment crying her eyes out back in season 3! 

MONA OMG. I do love the parallel to 2x25 though with that slap  

FUCK FUCK FUCK I KNEW IT!!!! TWINCER IS REAL BITCHES!!!! 

Emison is 500% done with Mary’s shit lol 

Ohhhh this is how Wren is connected to this shit show 

ALEX DRAKE 

Of course he ordered a vodka soda  

“It’s a lot to process, would you like a sedative?” YES PLEASE  

Spencer wants to fuck this bitch up so badly lololol 

Oh jesus she’s going to become Spencer? What a twisted sister! 

I KNEW THAT SCENE WITH HANNA AND THE ONE WITH EZRA AT THE AIRPORT WAS OFF. I didn’t catch the one where she was looking through the family album though and GOD DAMN IT THAT WAS HER KISSING TOBY IN 6x20 AND HAVING SEX WITH TOBY IN 7x18 

Like Mother Like Daughter BROOOO 

Damn Alex is just batshit crazy and I’m kinda loving it. 

I do feel bad for her though. 

Woah hold up this bitch had Wren shoot her so she’d look EXACTLY LIKE SPENCER, like down to the scars she has. Damn she’s committed, I’ll give her that. 

SHIT SHE REALLY IS INSANE SHE TURNED WREN INTO A DIAMOND 

Awwww Aria looks so beautiful! GIRL I’M CRYING TOO 

 I’m gonna just pretend like that’s all of our girls taking that selfie 

HOLY SHIT WREN IS THE BABY DADDY 

NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR LUNCH MARY 

That’s actually so sad about what Alex’s parents did to her. I get why she’s so angry, she’s had a miserable life. 

Mary really does love Spencer  

OH GOOD SHE REMEMBERS THAT SPENCER CAN PICK LOCKS  

Aria baby noooo don’t cry 

I figured that Alex had Ezra… 

Do-it-yourself dungeon I’M YELLING 

Lol the look on Spencer’s face says “Bitch stop copying me” 

Ezra must feel like a dumb dumb now 

Oh so Alex shot Spencer, intending to kill her and take over her life but Mary saved her. Alright.  

Alright that’s kinda cute how Alex and Charlotte bonded 

Alex, Wren, Charlotte, and Archer were a SQUAD 

Uh Charlotte, the only really terrible one is Peter Hastings! 

No wonder Alex was so pissed when Charlotte was murdered, she was the only real family she had ever known. 

UGH I’m just gonna pretend this is Team Sparia 

Uh-Oh the horse knows it’s not really Spencer 

Of course Jenna could SMELL that Spencer wasn’t really Spencer 

Alright so these dummies have been trying to figure out who A is after all these years and they just immediately get it right now? That was so easy and ironic thing is that they didn’t have Spencer to help them figure it out.  

Mary ships Spoby and I’m living for it 

Damn Alex, psychotic much? 

I always figured it was A.D. who bought Toby’s house 

RUN BITCHES 

Alex with that hatchet is giving me “The Shining” vibes lol 

HOLY SHIT IT’S THE DOLLHOUSE 2.0 

EZRA YOU GOOD THERE HOMEBOY?! 

Oh my god Alex copying Spencer like that gives me the creeps 

TWIN FIGHT 

God dammit WHICH ONE IS SPENCER? 

AWW TOBY YASSS BABY YOU REMEMBER HER FAVORITE POEM 

OH MY GOD THIS WEDDING IS SO CUTE I CAN’T BREATHE 

Look at the babies! 

MARLENE KING OMG she did the Shhh and everything  

My babies happy… I LOVE THIS SONG 

Aww Hanna’s pregnant!!! 

STOP THIS LAST OT5 SCENE IS TOO MUCH FOR MY HEART TO HANDLE RIGHT NOW 

Ok Mona having a doll shop in France is literally the cutest thing ever 

She totally should’ve ended up with Mike though TBH 

BROOO Mona literally won the game I’m so proud of my child 

YOOOO THIS IS SOME SHIT OUT OF THE TWILIGHT ZONE. HAVEN’T YOUNG GIRLS IN ROSEWOOD LEARNED NOT TO HAVE SLEEPOVERS ON STORMY NIGHTS? 

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Thoughts about Ruler: Master of the Mask, Part 10

(Note: This entry is going to be longer than the usual incoherent or coherent posts I've had. I'm still digesting all the feelings I have for this episode because wow, RMOTM actually had the potential to raise the bar.)

 I must be a sadist. I watched The Throne last Tuesday, then I watched today's episode. I've mourned Yoo Ah In's Sado, now I mourn for Yoo Seung Ho's Lee Seon (albeit for a short period of time).

The episode last night depicted a good picture of the main theme of this show imo, power, which fits just right as we move headfirst to the climax of the story.

(I’ll be a decent person for once and put this expand post thing here because this entry has more spoilers than I think should be spilled).

Dae Mok proved to be the best villain out of all in the show as he nitpicked on all his enemies. In one swoop, with the fake King's help, he managed to get absolute power within the court and in extension, Joseon. He loves (with whatever is left of his blackened heart) his granddaughter, as we've seen throughout the series, but will not waver in the name of his organization. He tortured the true king with his lover and his most loyal friend, knowing that beneath the regality, he is simply a man who protects the people he care about. I could already feel the satisfaction of seeing him dead when this series ends, in whatever form it will reach him. Props to Heo Jun Ho for being very, very effective on his role.

I feel bad for the queen dowager, but then again, the better villain always prevails. I will miss her being at the top of her game. Kim Sun Kyung is becoming one of my favorite actresses to watch in her generation, second to Jeon Mi Sun.

Hwa Goon actually gained my sympathy this time as her grandfather forced her to bend to his will. I liked the interaction she had with her father, that the latter's love always prevails. They gained my sympathy because beneath all the bullshit they experienced from the head of their family, they never lost the ability to care for each other. I still dislike her for forcing herself to the true king (especially at this episode), but actually felt sad at the idea that she would surrender everything to him. I'll discuss more on the true king later. For now, it will suffice to say that had the true king held hands with Pyunsoo Group by marrying Hwa Goon, it will only ruin them both. I hate her for slapping Ga Eun because the latter has no idea (again, who’s fault is this?) because she had no fucking right. Who set the ball ralling in the first place? Huh? (slaps Hwa Goon because you need to wake up too girl!!) But what takes the cake for me was when Gon lied to Hwa Goon for her sake! And how it breaks Gon to betray his master. Why did the writers fucking threw their pairing aside?! (screams) And when Hwa Goon actually pressed the sword on Gon's neck with the latter remaining steady on his resolve! What a parallel with our main leads. Had the writers went this way, I would have liked Hwa Goon more (even just a smidge of it). Anyway, thumbs up to Kim Seo Kyung for portraying Gon this way, worming in my heart after that fucking Hyun Suk betrayed us all. In the case of Yoon So Hee, she has her moments, but she still feels exhausted to me when she gets angry (except for that scene with Gon). I would have wanted an extra oomph from her, because Hwa Good could have been more likable on my part had she brought the same degree on intensity as the other leads.

The one receiving my ire once more (Actually, not just ire. I want so bad to slap him. I want to inflict physical character on him fucking asshole.) is the fake king. YOU FUCKING POSER GET OFF YOUR FUCKING HIGH HORSE AND FIGHT ME!!!!! (screams) He became a corrupted, guiltless puppet whose selfish intentions ruined the lives of those who actually care for him. FUCK YOU FAKE KING. Just when we thought he was in the right position to help the true king and his lover, jealousy takes over. AIN'T GONNA TAKE MY BABY GIRL'S HEART BASTARD. I hate him so much right now I want to run a sword through him, harakiri style. He fails to see how he would never win Ga Eun's heart. He actually had the nerve to console her after telling her of the true king's "death". FUCK YOU UGH DIE!!!!! In terms of acting, Kim Myung Soo actually played his role fine. While not to the level of his true counterpart (discussed later), he actually managed to bring about this rage within me (for his character).

(Pauses to take a deep breath)

Now, let's go to my babies because HOW DARE YOU WRITER-NIM HURTING THEM GAAAAAAAAAAAH (slaps left and right).

Let's start with our beloved Chung Woon. It's about damn time he confessed to Ga Eun that she was the one to behead her father. (I want to slap the true king for prolonging everyone's agony, but I'll let it slip this time because because because!!! You'll see later.) Can you see how understanding Ga Eun would have been had the truth been told to her all this time? (glares at writer-nim) The fact that she actually comes with Chung Woon proves that. Also, his bromance shone again in this episode, when Dae Mok used him as another bait for the true king to join Pyunsoo Group. WHY DID YOU DO THAT AHHHHHH WHY DID YOU BLIND MY CHUNG WOON! But maybe it is fitting for his guard career to end like this, his blindness as the price he paid for going with the late king's orders. But goodness, who will save the day now?

Another good thing in this episode was how Woo Bo bounced back to his usefulness being a true king's man. The subtle communication he had with the fake king provided him with the answers he needed, and I'm so damn excited for him to execute a plan of action versus Pyunsoo Group. By being fired, so to speak, Woo Bo was placed in the right position to sequester the loyal followers of the true king during his time as the chief peddler. Remember what the true king/chief peddler asks in return, the loyalty of the people he aided as he trained to become who he has been right now? This is the perfect time to call on them. And thank you, Park Chul Min, for being our endearing drunkard. I look forward to your "mental" battle with Dae Mok.

And now. MY BABIES. (hugs YSH and KSH)

 I'll start with the true king because damn Yoo Seung Ho, you're giving me a run for my money. This time, we see the true king fight Pyunsoo Group not as a leader, but as a lover. Do I hate him for it, for letting his emotions get the best of him? At first thought, I would have. That's reckless. That's insane. That's not worth it. (This is me speaking with my mind over matter perspective.) But then, watching the entire episode, facing Pyunsoo Group is some sort of rite of passage not just for him, but for Ga Eun as well. I like how dignified he carried himself at the beginning, and how Dae Mok broke him little by little until he was left with no other choice but to relent. He was a gentleman to Hwa Goon through it all, and his standing by his principles and his heart only made him shine all the more. He wouldn't take Hwa Goon because he was a decent person who wouldn't bring about that sort of pain even to his worst enemy. He wouldn't take power that was stolen or taken by spilled by blood. He would not be seduced by power, especially when it stemmed from evil. He would not ascend at the expense of other people, and that's what makes him a good person. I think that is what makes Hwa Goon not appeal to him, because at the core of her kindness towards him is the selfishness that would always be a step away from topping over the edge. We could hate him for his decisions, but we couldn't fault him for wanting what's best for those around him.

And when Dae Mok blinded Chung Woon and he suddenly screamed "Master Dae Mok!" Oh my gosh. I love watching the true king break down. So in character, so true of his vow as the leader of his people.

As a lover, he demanded respect for Ga Eun when she was unceremoniously dragged by Dae Mok's men because in his eyes, she is the rightful queen to his king. He would put her safety first, whether or not he knows that the odds are against him. He would risk his neck if that meant she would not be involved anymore. He took the poison to save Ga Eun, which was his initial intention. At this point, if it were any other actor/person, I would be screaming at how stupid he had been, but YOO SEUNG HO DAMN. He made us feel the depth of his love for the woman who always had his heart, and like any sucker for undying first loves, I succumbed to the storm of emotions brewing within me and cried my heart out.

And Han Ga Eun, the most powerful pawn in the show. The bait to both Lee Suns. The subject of hate and jealousy of Hwa Goon. This episode is another revelation to her, an extension of the trauma-inducing exchange with the true king. Finally, she asked the truth about her father's death to the right person. Finally, she held her own to Hwa Goon face to face (When she was slapped, I was like "Oh no you didn't!" Then when she stopped the latter from slapping her again, I was like "Yeah show her!"). Seriously, Hwa Good had no right after all her actions. Gets Ga Eun's father killed now this? Ha! Going back, I hate the fake king continued to appeal to her by using their old friendship. (One of these days, someone should hand me that asshole's ass.) Now that she would be concubine to the fake king, she would be in the perfect position to make things work for the good. Even if she thinks the true king dead (saving the best for last), I really, really hope they make the best use of her, as the last piece standing. Come to think of it, the queen is the most powerful chess piece right? I shouldn't but I am anticipating some showdown with her on the lead. She is the only hope of the "light" side with everyone thinking the true king dead. From what I could see, she is the best bet of the inner court with Mae Chang and the Chief Eunuch as her guide.

And lastly. Gosh. I know the mourning is short lived, but oh my gosh, did Kim So Hyun and Yoo Seung Ho make me cry like a baby. On the verge of taking the poppy wine, Ga Eun tried to prevent the true king from drinking the poison. The way she told him she would not forgive him for wasting her father's death, then the way she called him His Majesty and telling him that she already knows the truth (I really hate the writers right now for this torture, but I'll take what I can get.) Her desperate cries. Lee Sun calling her "Ga Eun-ah". The moment it hits him that she knows the truth.

The small smile he gave her before drinking the poppy wine (thinking about this scene makes me teary-eyed ugh come on). That small smile reminds me of that scene in Goblin wherein Kim Shin finally defeated the ghost of his enemy and realized that Eun Tak will be safe even at the cost of his immortal life. Here we have two men realizing that they finally get to do something good/save the women they love.

The way Lee Sun fell. The way Ga Eun held the sword to push it out of her way to hold Lee Sun. And that heartbreakingly sad confession. "From the first time I saw you, with all my heart, I loved you." His hand fell. Silence. That look of disbelief in Ga Eun's face. Then her cry. While Lee Sun's body was being carried away, the desperate way she tried to go after him.

WHY OH WHY IS THIS SCENE TORTURING ME

(Also, wow YSH and KSH. WOW. With Dae Mok clapping, you'd think he's clapping for the performance of the two rather than his victory.)

And her disbelief when the fake king confirmed (!!!!!!) that the true king is dead. "I still have so many things to tell him!" Reminds me of that scene in Moon Embracing the Sun when the court members stopped Yeo Jin Goo from running after Kim Yoo Jung as she was banished from the palace when she was cursed upon the request of the Queen Dowager. KSH gutted me.

I cried a lot. I'm so, so exhausted.

Anyway, to close this unbelievably long post, I think what appeals to me about RMOTM is the fine line power creates between good and evil. That the characters who are naturally good remain incorruptible makes me root for them all the more, good writing or not. RMOTM showed us the extremes these characters are willing to take to achieve their ultimate goals.

So to you who reached the end of this post, congratulations. I hope you don't feel as tired as I am composing this.