#and saturdays are USUALLY busy but here's the kicker

[rexscanonwife]

Ugh what a fucking day....and it's only 12:40

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[snackhobi]

pairing: jimin x reader / word count: 8.8k / genre: smut, established relationship, driftracer!au

summary: Jimin’s been pretty busy recently and you’re starting to feel neglected. Guess you’ll just have to make him pay attention somehow.

warnings: sexually explicit content (NSFW), unsafe driving (back at it with the street racing), cursing, mild degradation, fingering, spanking, unprotected sex (it goes without saying but please use protection guys), creampie, controlled orgasm (delay), multiple orgasms (f receiving), dirty talk, pet names

THIS IS A FOLLOW UP TO ‘CATCH YOUR DRIFT’— please read the original first

a/n: to everyone who was asking about a cyd follow-up—here it is! it’s basically a pwp with the flimsiest of plots lmao. enjoy!! x

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“Jimin's up to something.”

“Huh?” Jungkook looks away from where he’s been fiddling with something in the Pontiac’s engine. “What?”

“Jimin,” you repeat, slowly. “He’s up to something.”

Park Jimin. Breathtaking, captivating, gorgeous Park Jimin—unstoppable in his sleek black Nissan Skyline GTR, a master in his element, relentless, incredible. Your rival and main competitor on the track. The one person who challenges you, who you measure yourself against, who you always strive to beat.

Park Jimin. Your boyfriend.

“He’s been… weird lately,” you say, uncharacteristically hesitant. 

Jungkook looks a little baffled but also concerned, eyes darting over in the same direction as yours. Jimin’s already kissed you good luck, a soft, lingering touch of his lips against yours before returning to his own car, and you’ve been watching him get ready for tonight’s race. He lounges against his black Skyline and laughs at something that Yoongi and Taehyung are talking about, looking every inch the king that he is.

Jimin is as striking and dazzling as always, jacket covered in jewels that burst outwards like fireworks, the cut of his metallic shirt low enough to reveal his collarbones and smooth skin of his chest. The only understated part of his outfit is the pair of unadorned silver hoops in his ears, simple and elegant. A gift from you that he wears every time you race.

Jungkook’s eyebrows raise a little. “What do you mean he’s up to something?” 

Honestly, being with Jimin is a dream. At first you’d been concerned that your competitive natures would clash and that being opponents on the drifting circuit would cause friction in your relationship—but it actually works out really well. Jimin makes you strive to be a better person, the best you can be, both on and off the track. You’re both as invested in giving each as much attention as you do to winning races, and the truth is that a lot of the fierceness you show on the track melts away entirely when you’re alone together: it just highlights how multifaceted and incredible Jimin is.

He’s a ruthless competitor. He’s also sweet and caring and kind and he always makes time for you. 

Or at least, he normally does.

“He keeps saying he’s busy, and he seems to be distracted when we’re together,” you admit to Jungkook in a low hush. There’s no one within hearing distance of your Pontiac but you’re still cautious. Your relationship with Jimin is well known throughout the circuit now and you don’t want people overhearing intimate details about it. It’s none of their business. “I don’t know, Kookie, it’s… it’s concerning. I guess.”

You’re usually self-assured and confident but right now you sound unsure. Jungkook’s known you for years and years and is one of your closest friends, but even so, admitting this to him is difficult—and he knows it. 

Jungkook pulls the hood of your car down, shutting it with firm hands before he leans across the metal towards you. “Have you tried asking him about it?” 

“Of course.”

“What did he say?”

“We, uh, got distracted,” you say, and Jungkook makes a face at the implication.

“Maybe next time you’re trying to have a serious conversation you shouldn’t let yourself get ‘distracted’?” He raises his eyebrows as he lifts his hands to make air quotations at you and you pout.

“But his ass is just so perfect, can you blame me?”

“Okay, that’s it, I’m out,” Jungkook says while looking pained, and you can’t help but laugh.

Later, though, when you beat Jimin in the race, he lavishes attention on you like he always does—you’d barely inched out ahead of him tonight and so he takes his time when he works you up, touch light and teasing as he runs his hands over you. Your head tilts forward as you pant, bent over the hood of his car as he fingers you open, deep and slow. Just the way you like it, even if you’re hungry for more.

“Jimin, please.” Your voice is desperate as you beg and try to rock against his fingers, get him to move faster. “I need you inside me, god—”

Your words choke off when you feel a sharp smack against the bared skin of your ass, a small punishment for your impatience. You let out a gasp that turns into a quiet moan, turning to hide your face in your elbow to try and stifle the noise as Jimin’s hands immediately soothe over the touch, soft as he rubs over your heated skin.

“Patience, baby.” His voice is low. “You’ll get my cock when you’re nice and ready. Okay?”

“Okay,” you murmur, a little breathless. “I just want you so bad.”

You’re still turned away from him but you can hear the affection in Jimin’s answer as he leans forward to kiss the sensitive skin just behind your ear. “I know, sweet thing.”

Once he finally sinks his cock into you, it doesn’t take long for him to pull you over the edge, your nails scraping against the warm metal of his car as your body goes tense and you cum. Jimin follows soon after, spilling himself inside you as you shiver and clench around him, trying to draw him in as deep as possible; no matter how many times he fucks you open it never gets old, the way you can feel his body move against yours, the way he gasps and moans as he reaches his own edge, the way he holds you close as you both go lax against each other, warm and tender.

“Are you free on Saturday?” You’re perched on the hood of his Nissan afterwards, arms curled around his neck as you pull away to look up at him. “I thought you might want to come over for dinner and a film? You can choose which one we watch, I’m not picky.”

A quick expression flits across Jimin’s face, faster than you can identify, before it turns apologetic. “Sorry, baby. I’m busy this Saturday. How about next week?”

“Oh,” you say. “Okay. Um. Do you want to… grab a quick lunch instead? Or something? When you’re free?”

Jimin turns his face into your hair, nuzzling into your scalp before he kisses the crown of your head. “I think I’ll be busy all weekend, but I’ll let you know, okay?”

You pause and try to hide the surprising amount of pain and confusion that shoots through you at his subtle dismissal, schooling your features before Jimin pulls away to look at you. “Okay baby,” you say brightly. “I hope you have a good weekend, either way.”

Jimin cups your face gently as he smiles at you, all warmth and open affection before he dips down to softly kiss you on the lips. “I will.”

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If you didn’t trust Jimin so much you’d think he was cheating on you.

You know that Jimin has his own life outside of you and you’re okay with that. You honestly are. It’s not that you want to monopolise his time, but he’s usually so willing to give it to you without you even asking—so now that it seems like he’s pulling away, it’s all the more pronounced when it happens, and you can’t help but wonder why. You’re trying not to be pushy and you haven’t outright demanded Jimin tell you what he’s so busy with; it must be important if he’s prioritising it over you and keeping it a secret, right?

Right?

You’re not needy or overbearing or clingy, but you are a tad possessive, and you can’t help but feel jealous of whatever it is that’s catching Jimin’s attention so much.

“Uh.” Taehyung’s eyes are wide. “Y/n, uh… your bra is? Kind of? Showing a little bit?”

“I know Tae, but thank you.” You take one last glance at yourself in your wing mirror before straightening up, content with how you look tonight. “I can assure you it’s entirely intentional.”

You usually opt for feminine outfits when you race, but they’re never normally this revealing; it’s borderline scandalous, really. Your bra is visible through the lace mesh of your shirt and your skirt is hiked so high it barely covers your ass, pleats fluttering each time you move. The thing that’s covering you the most is actually your pink leather jacket, but even that’s not enough to hide you from any eyes that are roving over you.

But the real kicker—the part of the outfit that would let anyone with discerning eyes know that you’re aiming for aesthetic over practicality—are your shoes. Your over-the-knee suede boots have a killer heel and they have got to be the worst things to drive with, the heels making it hard to shift your feet when you need to slam them onto the pedals, but you don’t care.

“I still think you should try talking to Jimin instead of doing… this,” Jungkook says, waving an arm at you.

“You just gestured to all of me.” You raise a perfectly shaped eyebrow. Not that you don’t always look good, of course, but tonight you’ve pulled out all the stops and it shows.

“That’s my point,” Jungkook groans. “If I nearly catch sight of your butt cheeks one more time I’m going to call the police. I’m feeling distinctly harassed.”

“You should be grateful.” You blow him a kiss and Jungkook makes a face.

“I’m going to call 911.”

“We’re not in America, Kookie,” Taehyung says. Jungkook just sighs.

Seokjin’s organised the meet at a car park in Gangnam tonight, and you watch as the lot starts to fill up, tweaked Supras and Skylines and Fairlady Zs whose engines rumble as their drivers descend into the underground level, filling the basement with noise. There are unfamiliar faces you don’t recognise, rich residents of Seoul’s most expensive neighbourhood rolling out to show off their money by way of their beautiful cars. 

You know a lot of these people won’t be racing tonight and they’re just here for the novelty of it all. Good for them. You have other things on your mind.

(If Jimin isn’t going to give you time when you want it, then you’re not going to let him take it when he wants it.  He hasn’t turned up yet but you know the second he sees you he won’t be able to keep his eyes off you—but tonight you’re not going to let him have you.)

You’re perched on the hood of your flame-red Pontiac as you wait for everyone to finish turning up, pretending to be absorbed in checking your nails as you cross your legs; you don’t have to look up to know that people are staring at you and your shameless behaviour. 

They can watch. You’re not doing this for them.

You glance up at the sound of a deep rumble, almost a purr, and your eyes widen at the sight of the next car that rolls into view. It must be the only time you’ve ever been caught off guard by an unfamiliar vehicle and you don’t even have to pretend to be overawed, breathless as you take in the gorgeous sight. 

She’s low and sleek and magnificent, stark black cut through with a thick ribbon of blood red that rises over the car's bonnet and roof, matching the crimson wheel trims and strip of colour that trails over the edge of its spoiler. The LED headlights glow white and red, crimson halo rings shimmering through the pristine and unmarked glass. She’s all smooth lines and curved edges, every contour a graceful stroke that builds up into a masterpiece, heavenly and bewitching all at once.

“Holy fuck,” you breathe, and for the first time since you started racing, you approach someone’s car before you even know who they are.

The driver is a man you don’t recognise. He’s stepped out of the car and is leaning against it casually, arms crossed and head tilted as he surveys the other motors lined up nearby, running a hand through his dyed brown hair to push it away from his forehead. He’s tall and handsome with his defined cupid’s bow and hooded eyes, and he’d almost look sleepy if he wasn’t watching you so intently, noticing your approach and keeping his eyes on you as you step forwards.

“Oh my god. A Dodge Viper?” You can’t begin to imagine the exportation costs for this thing and how much it must have cost to get the parts to modify it, let alone maintain it. (But Gangnam is an incredibly wealthy area, after all, so you’re not too surprised.)

“You like it?” The Viper’s owner tilts his head at you, a small smirk playing at the edge of his lips. “I can take you for a drive later if you’d like, beautiful.”

“Trust me, if I was sitting in this car, I’d be behind the wheel,” you say. “I bet she drives like a dream. How did you get your hands on an SRT-10 ACR? In Seoul?”

His smirk grows wider. “Brought it with me from Chicago.” He shrugs carelessly, as if it can’t have cost him a small fortune. Like the money means nothing to him. Pocket change. Holy shit. “You wanna take that seat behind the wheel to see if it suits your fancy?”

It does. You run your hands over the leather seats and tilted wheel, pretending to hide a laugh behind your hand as the driver, Johnny, leans into the car to adjust the seat for you; you spread your legs so he can reach between them to pull the bar before he can move the chair, helping you hitch it forwards so you can reach the pedals with your feet, your legs shorter than his. It’s nothing lewd but it’s undeniably flirtatious, even if you’re more focused on drinking down the car’s beautiful interior than pandering to his attention on you.

Johnny holds a hand out to help you step out of the low car and back onto your feet, taking a second to steady yourself on your heels. You’ve been so focused on the Viper that you haven’t been paying attention to the other vehicles that now fill the parking lot, but over Johnny’s shoulder you notice a car that’s as familiar as your own by now—Jimin’s black Skyline.

Your hand is still lingering in Johnny’s as you take the sight in. Jimin looks surprisingly flashy today, jewel embellished bomber jacket catching the eye, Gucci shirt tucked into leather trousers that are cinched tight against his waist by his belt, highlighting his thick thighs and perfect ass. Still pink-haired and always gorgeous. Your beautiful, charming, wonderful boyfriend.

When you make eye contact with him for the first time that night, a hot shiver shoots through you, goosebumps rising over your skin. Jimin’s lips are a firm line and his eyes are dark through the soft touch of faint eyeshadow, and he looks almost impassive, cold; even when you’d first met, back when you’d been nothing more than opponents, he’d never looked like this. 

He’s furious.

He doesn’t come over to wish you good luck today and you don’t approach him either.  Even if this hadn’t been your aim to begin with, who can blame you? You’ll work with this. Maybe it’s passive aggressive, maybe it’s petty, but if Jimin isn’t going to give you the time of day you can’t be blamed if you’re feeling starved for attention, right?

Johnny might be watching, and others might be staring, but at the end of the day you’re only ever aware of one man—and Jimin knows that. 

You’ve been driving your Pontiac for long enough that adding heels to the mix doesn’t throw you off as much as people might expect (besides, you’ve been practicing). Even so, it wouldn’t matter if they did, because you’re not wearing them to help achieve a victory—for the first time ever, you don’t care if you beat Jimin today. Not on the track, anyway. You wanted him wound up and frustrated, desperate to touch you, and it seems like he is.

It shows in his driving. He’s always a sight to behold when he races, swaying his body into the motion of his car as they dance together, every motion practiced and sure. But tonight his actions are sharp and angry. Jimin curls his Skyline into each turn, hard and fast; the Nissan almost seems to float as he pulls the steering wheel and sets the wheels at the perfect angle to achieve his drift, swinging effortlessly around the crescents of safety cones of today’s course. 

He beats you. 

And yet you’re the one who’s smiling. You step out of your car and take in his frosty expression; your heart pounds in your chest but you pretend to be unaffected, disappearing into the throng of fans who are hollering in excitement for the after party now that all the races have finished. 

“Oh, hey, Y/n!” Hoseok seems unperturbed when you loop your arm through his, staying cheerful as you latch onto him. He’s still one of the few drivers who you actually like and trust to not be lecherous towards you, no matter what you’re wearing. “Wow, you’re a lot taller than normal. Where’s Jimin?”

“Don’t know,” you say. It’s true—he’d disappeared after the race and you have no idea where he’s gone, but you know you’ll find him eventually. Or he’ll find you. You always find each other in the end. “Where are the drinks? Is there anything non-alcoholic?”

Hoseok manages to find some cans of coke, much to your delight. He tilts his own can against yours in a cheers motion as you continue to cling to him, sipping your drink, eyes scanning the crowd for where your boyfriend might have disappeared to. 

By the time your can is empty and drained of liquid, Jimin has yet to appear. You frown. It’s not like him to be gone for so long, even if he’s angry right now. You unravel your arm from Hoseok’s and pat his cute cheek as a thank you for letting you hold onto him for so long before you slip away from the after party; you’re uninterested in keeping up the facade of having fun if Jimin isn’t around. 

The elevator is deserted when you step into it, pressing the button to take you to the roof, where you’d left your Pontiac after finishing the race earlier. It’s starting to get chilly and your sheer top does nothing to protect you from the nip in the air. You draw your leather jacket closer around you once the elevator doors open, stepping out onto the rooftop and towards your Solstice. 

There are no lights up here but you don’t need any. Gangnam never sleeps, lights from billboards and skyscrapers washing over each of the buildings, and the sky is clear tonight too—the moon is shining down, silver and bright. You spot a familiar silhouette, bathed in white light where he sits atop your Pontiac’s hood, leaning back on his palms in the way he always does.

Jimin’s the only person who's allowed to touch your car like that.

You let your jacket fall back open as you approach. Jimin’s eyes flicker over to you, his face remaining hard as he watches. A cold shiver runs down your spine but you hold your ground—you’re not about to bow down immediately in the face of his quiet frustration.

Jimin’s eyes slide over you, taking every inch of you in; each part of your revealing outfit, your flawless makeup, your boots, their unnecessary heel. Even though you know he’s angry right now you can tell he likes what he sees and you can’t help but feel pleased about it. 

“Come here, sweet thing,” he says. He spreads his knees apart so you can stand between his legs, because of course you immediately comply with him; he lifts one hand off the car’s bonnet to grasp your chin in his hands, tilting your face down towards him. He doesn’t let go. His grasp is firm. “Any reason why you’re so dolled up today?”

“Nope.” You pop your lips loudly around the p. “No reason at all. Why, do I need a reason to want to look pretty?”

Jimin’s grip tightens and his eyes narrow. Wrong answer. A small puff of air escapes you, knees weak—you’ve never seen Jimin so affected by anything and you feel weirdly powerful at this realisation. There’s something thrilling to know that only you can get under his skin like this.

“Of course not.” Jimin’s voice is deceptively smooth and low, something burning in his gaze. “Just seems to me like my baby wanted everyone’s eyes on her tonight, for one reason or another.”

You stay silent. You don’t want everyone’s eyes on you: you just want his.

Jimin crooks one of his eyebrows at you as you remain quiet. He takes his hand off your chin and lets it fall, dragging it over the lace of your top, through the valley of your breasts and down your stomach before slipping under the hem, splaying his hand over your belly. You can’t help but shiver, body singing under his touch when he draws his nails lightly over your skin. The sight of his hand against you, visible through the netting of your shirt, sets the blood to rising in your veins.

“Oh? Shy all of a sudden, baby?” His eyebrow is still raised as he watches your movements, the way you react to him so easily, always attuned to his touch. “Where was all that shyness earlier, hm? You seemed so bold behind the wheel of that little Viper.”

“I was just having a look,” you say, acting a little pettish. You hadn’t been planning on letting Jimin touch you, but—but you’re so weak for him, and besides, you don’t want him thinking that you’re shying away from his hands because you’d been talking to Johnny earlier.

Jimin rises, pulling his hand from under your shirt as he does. “And everyone was looking at you,” he says. You know he can be possessive and it’s fine, because you are too, and you have no eyes for anyone else but him; normally he likes it when people look at you, because they don’t have a chance and he knows it. “Do you like it when people watch you, sweet thing?”

He punctuates this question with a movement of his hands, one coming to rest at your collarbones, the other sliding between your legs with no warning, running his fingers over the material of your underwear. You jolt in surprise, sucking in a breath.

“You want me to take you right here, hm?” His fingers are rubbing small, tantalisingly light circles over your clit, your panties a maddening barrier between your skin and his. “Bend you over and fuck you on this rooftop where anyone could see?”

Your cunt clenches, entire body going tight at the idea, and Jimin’s eyes darken when he notices. He flips your positions, and your hand fly out to brace yourself against the hood of your car as Jimin shoves the material of your skirt upwards, bunching it around your waist, revealing the scalloped edges of your skimpy lace underwear and the two tiny bows that adorn the centre line of them.

“You want me to call everyone up here? Let them see how well you take my cock?” Jimin continues to run his palms over the flesh of your ass as he speaks. He digs his fingers into your skin and a moan slips out of your lips, the pain shooting through you and dulling into pleasure. “I bet you want them to touch you too, don’t you?”

“No,” you insist. “No, Jimin, only want you—”

“You expect me to believe that you’re not a hungry little cockslut, dressed the way you are tonight, hm?”

You’re blindsided by the arousal that floods through you. You know that Jimin doesn’t think that, not really, but the way he lets the degradation fall from his lips has your toes curling.

“I only want your cock,” you say, trembling. Any rush of power you felt earlier is gone. Jimin is entirely in control now and you both know it. “Wanted you to look at me—dressed pretty for you—”

“Oh, sweet thing,” Jimin hums, sounding indulgent. “You were just feeling needy, was that it?”

“Yes,” you gasp. “Yes, need you so much.”

God. You’re so weak and needy right now, and it’s crazy how much power Jimin has over you; you’ve never been so ready and willing to surrender yourself up before, your earlier planning and resolve slipping away almost as soon as Jimin had laid his hands on you. But what you have with Jimin is built on trust, and you trust him enough to be vulnerable in front of him, to let him see how hungry and desperate you are for his touch.

Then again, he’s always hungry for you, too.

He strokes his hands down your ass and thighs before he circles his hand around your throat to pull you up. He puts no pressure behind his fingertips but you feel helpless anyway, breathless as he pulls you flush against him, your back to his chest, head tilted upwards with how his hand is resting around your throat.

Jimin’s voice is pitched low and his breath is warm against your ear as he lets the words curl out of his mouth. “What does my baby need?”

Oh, he does so love to hear you beg. Your eyes flicker towards a sudden flash of light; there’s someone using the elevator, panel lighting up, letting you know they’re on the way to the rooftop.

“Jimin—”

He presses closer to you, trapping you against your car, helpless. “If you don’t tell me what you need you won’t get it,” he says, and you shudder.

“Need you to fuck me,” you gasp out. “Need you to make me cum—need you to fill me up—want you so bad—”

“Well, why didn’t you just say so?”

Jimin steps away just as the elevator dings, doors sliding open to reveal a gaggle of people, fans crowding around a few drivers. The smile on Jimin’s face is wicked as you turn around, and you almost hate how nonchalant he looks while you’re so affected. You have no doubt the flimsy material of your underwear and the high hem of your skirt is doing nothing to hide how slick you are, so you’re grateful that the rooftop is only lit in dim light.

One of the drivers peels off from the group and you realise that it’s Johnny. He approaches you despite how Jimin wraps an arm around your waist, hand sliding under your jacket—you let yourself relax, leaning against Jimin’s familiar body, settling against him in a way you don’t even have to think about any more.

“Nice driving,” Johnny says. He hadn’t actually raced himself, but his Dodge is a powerful and vicious beast, so you’re not surprised he didn’t want to risk damaging her in the tight corners of the car park. She thrives on the open road, not indoors. “Want to put those skills to the test in my Viper?”

“She’s busy.” Jimin pulls you even closer. He has his usual mask on now, distant and aloof. You’re the only one who sees his softness, or his lust. (That’s only for you.)

“Wasn’t talking to you, man.” Johnny doesn’t even spare Jimin a glance, ignoring him despite how Jimin had beaten you earlier—he just stares at you. You can’t help but feel insulted on your boyfriend’s behalf. He’s a fantastic driver and he deserves every bit of attention that Johnny is lavishing on you.

“Thank you, but it’s true, I’m busy,” you say. Jimin’s thumb is slowly brushing up and down your side; just a small, tiny motion, but you’re hyperaware of it. You lift your hand to rest on Jimin’s chest, over the raised, glittering Roman numerals of his shirt. “Enjoy your Viper. She’s beautiful.”

Johnny stands there for a second and then shrugs. “Aight,” he says. “I will. Have a nice night, I guess.”

He wanders off and gets absorbed back into the group of people he’d appeared with. Jimin turns his head and kisses your cheek, and then your ear, dipping his head to mouth at your neck, and you grip the hand that’s resting on your waist.

“Jiminie,” you say. “We need to go.”

He laughs against the skin of your throat. He sounds smug, the desperation obvious in your tone. “Always so needy, sweet thing,” he murmurs. “Haven’t heard the saying all good things come to those who wait?”

Jimin’s making you pay for your earlier boldness and you know it. There’s an ache between your legs, one that needs to be satisfied, but he seems happy to wait, unruffled. You’re so riled up right now and he seems unmoved, even if the iciness around him has melted now.

“I’ve been waiting all night.” You squirm a little, tightening your thighs, trying to offer yourself some relief; Jimin can always turn you on so fast and you can feel a physical throb of arousal in your cunt, lips swollen, begging to just be touched.

He lets out a little sigh, as if he’s being put upon right now. You’re torn between wanting to kiss him or shove him away from your car.

“Fine,” you say, making your tone a petulant one as you turn your nose up. “I guess I’ll just go home and grab my vibrator—”

Jimin tugs you against him, his forehead against yours, staring into your eyes.  His voice is quiet but undeniable. “No, you won’t. I’m not done with you, sweet thing. You’re always so impatient.” He loosens his hold so he can pull his head away and then he’s smiling at you; there’s something behind that smirk, something in his eyes. “Come on, baby.”

He gives you no chance to question him. You drive beside him in your Solstice, trying to ignore how your skirt is hitched up and you can feel yourself dripping on the leather seat; the rumble and vibrations of your car provide the barest of reliefs, nowhere near what you really want. 

You know Jimin’s apartment will be deserted tonight, Yoongi staying with Taehyung, leaving you and Jimin alone, but he still teases you even as you step inside. You try to crowd up against Jimin, get him to touch you— you know that he wants to and he usually gives in once you’re this wound up and aching, but tonight he seems content not to. At one point you try to guide his hand under your shirt again and he grabs your wrist, giving you a look that makes your knees go weak, even if you scowl at him. He hasn’t even kissed you properly yet.

“Be patient,” he says. 

There’s a note of warning in his voice. Normally you’d be more willing and pliant, ready to listen, but this entire escapade started because you’re feeling neglected and ignored—this is just the icing on the cake.

“I have been! Come on,” you whine. “Don’t you want your reward for winning tonight?”

Jimin’s mouth is a hard line. “I’m going to claim my prize,” he says. “But it seems like you’re making this about you, aren’t you? Always so greedy, sweet thing. I guess I’ve been too lax with you, haven’t I?”

You pause. He has that look in his eye, one that you’ve started to recognise the more you see it, and you can feel your pussy throbbing when you realise that he’s starting to take complete control of the situation. You’re equals on the track, and equals in this relationship, but recently in the bedroom you’ve been giving up your position at the helm sometimes, letting Jimin control the pace.

Because you trust him.

“Maybe,” you answer, and Jimin smiles. “But you can’t blame me for that.”

“No, that’s true,” Jimin says. “That’s why I’ll only punish you for your earlier shameless behaviour, not your impatience. I’ll give you five.”

He doesn’t need to elaborate on what he means. Five spanks. Barely anything, really. You scoff. “Five? Why even bother at that point?”

Jimin’s eyes darken. “Another five for answering back. That’s ten altogether. You want to keep going, baby?”

Do you? You’re not sure. Jimin’s helped you discover that you enjoy spanking, sure, but do you really want to waste time on more spanks when you could be getting something better?

You’ve clearly been quiet for long enough that Jimin finds it concerning. “What’s your colour, sweet thing?”

A warm flush of affection spreads through your chest, the reminder that no matter what happens, you have your safewords: that even though you feel like Jimin is controlling the direction of the night, you have the power to stop it if you need to. You decide that ten is enough. “Green,” you say. “I’m green, Jimin.” 

You watch as he smiles at you, pleased, before he pulls the rings off his right hand, dropping them to the coffee table and ignoring the clatter of metal against glass. Once his hand is free and unadorned he takes a seat in the middle of the sofa, patting his thighs. “Boots off, and then I want you over here, baby.”

You shrug your jacket off and let it fall to the floor before you pull the tie-string at the top of your boots, letting them sag open before you kick them aside. You try to ignore how slick your folds feel and how wet you are as you make your way over to him, draping yourself across his lap; his thighs feel so thick and firm under your stomach, shifting forwards so that your ass is tilted up towards him, settling over his knees. You glance over your shoulder to look at Jimin but he just tuts.

“Eyes forward.”

You bite your lip but obey, facing forwards again as you stretch your arms in front of you, staring at your hands. You can’t see what Jimin is doing but you focus on the sensation of each of his motions. How he pulls your skirt up like he had earlier, how the air of the room is cool on your skin. 

You choke in a gasp when he takes the material of your underwear and tugs it up, revealing the bare skin of your ass when he pulls them tight; the pressure against your clit feels so good but it’s still not enough, even when you try to roll your hips forwards into the sensation. He clicks his tongue and then pulls them down instead, letting them settle at your knees, nothing better than a flimsy restraint.

“I want you to count them for me,” Jimin murmurs. He’s rubbing his hands over your skin, your lower back and ass and thighs, getting you ready; he swats your skin lightly a few times to get you prepared, each quick slap a glancing touch that quickly fades. “One to ten. Okay?”

“Okay.” Your voice is shakier than you thought it would be, so wound up and desperate for any sort of relief. Even though the light hits that he’s raining down on your skin fade almost instantly you can feel the coil tightening inside you, the anticipation building up, ready to burst.

The first real smack has you jolting in his lap. The pain quickly fades into pleasure and you clench your hands as the sensation rolls through you. “One,” you count as Jimin rubs his palm over your skin, soothing it.

The next smack is on your other buttock, Jimin’s flat palm leaving a stinging sensation against your skin that tingles outwards and into your core. “T-two.”

You continue to count out each smack. Jimin varies the intensity and speed of them, alternating between caressing your skin or squeezing the flesh of your ass between each one; you can never anticipate how he’s going to move, each slap against your skin a sharp pain that instantly melts into pleasure, sensation dulling and spreading into a tingling sting that settles into you.

By the time you’re ready for the last hit you’re almost sobbing with pleasure, trying your best not to squirm in his lap, trying not to think about how much you’re dripping. Jimin dips his fingers lower, glancing over your sodden folds, and you gasp out loud at the teasing, desperate for more.

“One more.” Jimin’s voice is low. “You’re doing so, so well, baby. Are you ready?”

“Yes,” you confirm, and then his hand is coming down against the swell of your ass for the final time. “Ten,” you gasp.

Jimin’s hands are all over you, stroking you, praising you with his words and touch. He turns your head towards him so he can crane forwards and kiss you. It’s an awkward position but you can’t help but lean into the kiss, the first time his lips have touched yours tonight, ample reward after the punishment you’d just taken.

“Did so well,” he praises. “How are you doing, baby?”

His hands are rubbing over your sore flesh. Your skin stings but the ache isn’t bad, although you can’t help but think that you’re not going to want to put any pressure on your ass any time soon. “I’m good,” you say. “So good. Thank you, Jiminie.”

He lets out a tinkling little laugh. “Thanking me for a punishment, sweet thing?”

You feel loose and relaxed, limp in Jimin’s lap, all the endorphins from the spanking running through your veins. “I deserved it,” you sigh.

Your head is turned to one side so you can glance at Jimin, though the angle still prevents you from seeing anything in any sort of detail—so you’re caught completely off guard when he pushes a finger into you, your lower lips parting so easily for him, and you let out a reedy cry when he presses another one in when he realises you can take it.

“You’re fucking dripping,” Jimin breathes, and you writhe as he presses in deeper, his pretty little fingers sinking so easily into your greedy cunt. You can’t spread your legs properly with how your underwear is hooked around your knees and you feel so tight around his fingers, especially when he presses a third one in, the slight burn fading so quickly into pleasure. “Oh, just look at you.”

The slick sound of his fingers thrusting in and out of you is lewd. You’re so, so wet, only growing wetter as he continues to move his hand; he doesn’t touch your clit and when you try to rock against his thighs he uses his other hand to hold you still, splaying his fingers over the heated flesh of your ass. 

He knows how hard you find it to cum without any stimulation to your clit and doesn’t touch you where you’re desperate to be touched, focusing on turning you into a quivering, needy mess in his lap. Your skin feels overheated and your nipples are hard in the cups of your bra, almost painful, and you’re so, so hungry for your release.

“Jimin, please,” you sob. “Please, please—”

He pulls all of his fingers out of you all at once. Tears of frustration spring to your eyes and you kick your feet as you clench and unclench your hands, but then Jimin is guiding you off his lap, putting his hands around your waist to move you. His hands are quick and fast as they tug your skirt down your legs, though he’s still careful to ease the waistband over the curve of your hips and ass, avoiding the stinging skin. You feel the lace of your top rip as you both hastily pull it off, but you really don’t give a shit, fumbling for the clasp of your bra as soon as you can; you’re naked and needy in front of a fully-clothed Jimin, who’s looking at you with hooded eyes as he stands.

Normally you take the time to touch him, feel his soft skin under your hands and lips, tease him and work him up with his cock in your mouth, but tonight it seems like he’s too impatient to wait. When you reach out for him he takes hold of your wrists, his grasp gentle but firm, and he guides you into the position he wants— knees on the sofa, hands braced against the backrest, looking over your shoulder so you can drink him in as he gets undressed.

First, that beautiful embellished bomber of his, carelessly cast to one side. Next, the shirt, tugged out of the tight loop of his belt and pulled over his head, revealing his beautiful chest and stomach, the tattoos you’ve grown familiar with still beautiful as ever on his skin. The belt, unbuckled, leather trousers shoved down and kicked aside, and then he pulls his socks off and he’s finally, finally done. He looks so beautiful like this, naked save for the jewellery on his body— the chain around his neck, the bracelets at his wrists, the rings on his left hand, and of course, the simple, silver hoops in his ears.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” you breathe. 

Jimin’s expression is clouded with lust but you can see how his eyes go soft at your reverent tone, and he bends forwards to catch your mouth against his again; it’s deep and slow but messy, sloppy with the desperation you have for each other. “You’re gorgeous too,” he murmurs against your lips, and you smile, leaning into him. “My pretty baby.”

One of his hands settles at the curve of your waist, and the other grips his cock, ready to press into you. You’re almost shivering, so, so ready for him, entire body on edge; you choke in a gasp when you feel his cockhead brush against your folds, the slide so wet and easy. You feel how you part for him once he breaches you, your inner walls opening for his familiar hardness, pulling him in deeper and deeper until he bottoms out.

The skin of your ass stings where he’s pressed against it, but it’s just another sensation on top of the pleasure singing through you, settling in your lower belly and between your legs. Jimin wastes no time and starts to snap his hips forwards, one hand at your waist and the other at your shoulder to give him leverage to drive into you, curving your spine as you struggle to hold yourself up— the slap of his skin against yours and the wet sounds of his cock breaching your cunt is almost deafening, but then he leans forward to hook his arm around you, taking his fingers and rubbing tight, quick circles on your clit, fingers still wet from where they’d been sunk into you before.

The noise you make when you finally cum drowns out the other sounds that have been filling the room. You cum so hard your legs shake and you slump forwards, thighs trembling as you fold your weight into your arms, ripples of pleasure skating through you from your dripping cunt, still stuffed full of Jimin’s hot cock.

Jimin slows his thrusts, though he’s still pumping in and out of you, aftershocks trembling through your body from your orgasm. He puts a hand in your hair and tugs, pulling you against him, the skin of your back pressed against his chest. “Is my baby still feeling needy, hm?”

You nod your head, still grinding back against him, chasing the pleasure of his cock shifting inside you and the ache of your stinging skin dragging against his hipbones. “Yes,” you say, breathless. “Yes, need more.”

Jimin laughs, a triumphant little sound. You’re too far gone to even feel embarrassed at how shameless you’re being right now. “I knew it,” he says. “Greedy little cockslut, aren’t you?”

You clench around him, swallowing down a moan. “Only for you, Jiminie.”

“No one else is ever going to be good enough, are they?” He circles his hips and you shudder against him at the feeling, how his cock drags against your inner walls. “No one else knows how to please my baby like I do, do they?”

“No,” you agree. “No, no one else, only you— oh—”

Jimin stays inside you as he turns you around, hands firm around your waist as he sits down and pulls you with him, seating you in his lap. You lean back against him, rolling your hips and arching your spine when he cups your breasts in his hands, kissing down the length of your neck before sucking marks into your skin. Once it seems like he’s satisfied with how clearly he’s marked you as being taken, as being his, he starts to bounce you in his lap, thick thighs cushioning your fall each time you drive your hips back down.

“Can you cum again for me, baby?” His fingers are digging so firmly into your hips now that you wonder if it’ll bruise, but you can’t help but want it, want more reminders that you’re his. Reminders of his touch. “Can you give me one more?”

“Y-yes,” you hiccup, breath driven out of you with one particularly hard rock of Jimin’s hips. “Wanna come with you, Jimin.”

You can tell when Jimin’s close to his release. You don’t need to look over your shoulder to know—you can picture the sweat in his hair, the set of his brows and the curve of his mouth as he moans. You know the cadence of his gasps, how the motions of his hips start to speed and go off rhythm; you know exactly when to let your hand fall between your legs, rubbing at your clit so that you can cum with Jimin, your entire body wound up and ready to tumble off the edge with him. He puts his hand over yours, pressing the pads of your fingers down harder on your swollen bundle of nerves as your fingers grow slick with your wetness, and you’re gone.

You hit your peak with a breathless, wanton cry, throwing your head back against Jimin’s shoulder as your toes curl and you cum again. You’re swept up in the sensation of pleasure washing through your body when you feel how Jimin shudders underneath and inside you, how your cunt is still clenching as his cock twitches, as he empties himself into you. You’ve never cum the same time as someone before. It’s almost like you’re pulling the cum out of him, drawing it deeper inside you with each wave of sensation that ripples through your core, and you slump back against him, your chests heaving as you both ride out your highs; the tremors slowly subside as Jimin strokes his hands over your skin, and you twist your head so you can kiss each other slowly, lazily pressing your lips together as you catch your breaths, pleasure from your orgasms settling into every inch of your bodies.

“My pretty baby,” Jimin says, quiet and sweet against your mouth. You smile and rub your nose against his, pressing a swift kiss to the swell of his cupid’s bow.

“All yours,” you say, leaning into the tight embrace that Jimin wraps you in.

You feel blissful and fucked out, lying on your side on the sofa to save putting pressure on your still sore ass, watching Jimin as he moves around the room. He gathers up your clothes and you see how he pauses when he reaches your boots. It’s like you both remember all at once what lead you to this moment, and you see how Jimin turns his head to you with a question on his lips—he knows you well enough to know that everything you do is thought out and measured and that there would have been a reason that you were dressed so provocatively. You wouldn’t have done it on a whim, just because you felt like it.

“Y/n,” he says, and you look away from him, suddenly embarrassed. Every touch tonight has cemented the fact that Jimin cares about you and gives you time and attention, so now you just feel like some sort of dumb petulant child who was being greedy—you didn’t think you were monopolising Jimin’s time, but you obviously are. “Why—”

“You kept saying you were busy,” you interrupt, though you keep your eyes off him, staring up at the ceiling instead. “I was just—I was just feeling neglected and I wanted you to look at me. I wasn’t trying to get anyone else’s attention, I just wanted you to want to spend time with me, because you’ve been so busy recently and you won’t tell me why,” you finish, your voice quiet. You feel silly even as the final words come out.

“Oh, sweet thing.” Jimin’s voice is warm and gentle. You glance away from the ceiling to see him carefully setting all the clothes and mess to one side, heedless of the tangle of expensive clothing, and he crouches by the sofa to cup your face in his hands. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you sigh, nuzzling into his lovely hands, into the now-familiar sensation of his fingers against your cheeks. “I was just being greedy.”

“No, you weren’t, you’re right.” His hair is mussed and his eyeshadow is smudged, as is yours, the two of you vulnerable with each other in ways you never are with anyone else. His eyes are soft and his face is open as he dips down to kiss your forehead, brushing the loose hair away from your face. “I have been very busy and I’ve been unfair by not telling you why.”

“You don’t have to,” you insist, but he shakes his head.

“I’ll be right back, baby,” he says. “Hold on.”

You watch him leave the room and pad down the hallway, past Yoongi’s bedroom and into his own, and you sit up when you see him reappear with a small collection of papers, print-outs that you try to catch a glimpse of before he spreads them on the coffee table for you to see.

“I’ve been going on apartment viewings,” he says. “I was trying to work out which place was best. What’s in our budget, where’s between my work and your garage—I’ve been trying to narrow it down.”

You stare at him, dumbfounded. He’s smiling at you in that way of his that you love so much, the one that squeezes his eyes and lets you see his crooked front tooth—the smile that drives home that Jimin is flawlessly flawed, perfect with his imperfections, overwhelming in his beauty.

“Jimin,” you breathe. “You want to move in with me?”

“More than anything,” he says. “I thought it would be nice if you didn’t have to worry about anything because I would have already done all the legwork. I wanted to surprise you.”

Your face crumples. You don’t mean to, but you can feel tears welling in your eyes; Jimin moves instantly, pulling you close to him as you try to swallow down the sudden rush of emotion, overwhelmed. You’re both still naked, your skin pressed against his as he holds you, but there’s no lust behind this touch—it’s all love and affection and you still can’t believe that Park Jimin is yours. You’ve never felt so lucky in all your life.

“You should have told me,” you sniffle. “Apartment viewings suck. I could have helped.”

Jimin laughs, a light giggle that ends up muffled against your scalp when he noses into your hair. “That would have defeated the purpose of the surprise, sweet thing,” he says. He pulls back so he can look at you, and just like when he’d seen you cry before, there’s no judgement on his face—just warm empathy and fondness. “They do suck, though. It’s taken so much longer than I thought. I never meant to make you feel neglected.”

“I was being stupid.” You huff out a breath into his face. “Like—okay, sure, maybe you weren’t spending as much time with me as you normally do, but you weren’t neglecting me. I just got so used to having you whenever I wanted you.”

Jimin smiles. He keeps hold of you, pulled close in his embrace, and you know then that you’re never going to let Park Jimin go. “When we move in, you will,” he says, and you shiver at the promise of future pleasure—not just sex, but closeness, intimacy, a promise to one another that this is going to become more.

But, like, also the sex, too.

God, Jimin is so gorgeous.

You let Jimin thumb your small tears away. You hate crying in front of anyone, hate feeling weak, but Jimin never judges you. He makes you feel safe, like you can be open with him, and you know he’ll never betray your trust. You press a kiss to his Adam’s apple before you peer at the printed sheets on the coffee table, wanting to see the fruits of his labour. “So are these the ones you’ve narrowed it down to?” Your eyes flicker over the pages. “Take me through them.”

You end up curled in his lap, looking through each of his choices together—and hey, if you get distracted by each other halfway through the selection, who can blame you?

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airplane, pt. 2 | jjk x reader chapter one: ICN --> LAX

pairing: jungkook/reader word count: 6.4K rating: 18+

genre: smut | silly smut | nonsensical smut

warnings:  criminal!jungkook, koreanamerican!jungkook, highly improbable condom placement, unrealistic use of available sex space, reality has left the chat, plausibility has left the chat

Chapter 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06

artwork by the shmexy @ppersonna​ who’s smut is even better than her art

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One day it works out too well, then the next day I’m completely screwed (I still) Who should I live as today, Kim Namjoon or RM? 25, I still don’t know how to live well So, today as well, we just go -- Airplane, Pt. 2 BTS

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Jungkook Jeon is basically your Carmen Sandiego.

You stare down at the photocopy of the state of California driver’s license in your hand, into the face of the brash little fucker you’ve been chasing across the globe for the better part of a year.

He looks barely old enough to drive.

Of course, this picture was taken years ago when he was a sophomore at Stanford. Back before he dropped out of school despite being in the top of his class. Back before he broke the law by taking six million dollars of someone else’s money, then broke his parents’ hearts by disappearing without a trace.

You should already have him in custody — and If he were like any of the other greedy assholes you usually chase, he would be. But instead, Jungkook Jeon has managed to deflect and dodge and avoid you at every turn for months.

It’s driving you fucking insane.

One time, you’d been so certain about cornering him in Argentina that you’d boarded a plane with a pair of thick-necked US Marshals and flown south. You’d had to head back to the States empty-handed and sunburnt and pissed.

The real kicker was when you’d gotten home and opened a one-line email – encrypted to hell and back – with a picture of your FBI Academy graduation headshot attached.

you’re so hot i almost want to get caught. almost.

That had hurt.

So you’d had to lick your wounds, bide your time and wait for a man who apparently didn’t make mistakes to make a mistake. And for a while, he didn’t.

Until he did.

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Agent Kim Namjoon is definitely not the pencil pusher you imagined him to be during your many phone calls and other interactions.

No, the man who meets you and your team at Incheon International Airport is what the kids these days call a snack. He is tall and broad and wears a pair of dark thick-rimmed glasses that should make him look like a giant nerd but somehow don’t.

Very, very cute.

“Welcome to Korea,” he says with an easy smile. You smile back, then clear your throat and remind yourself you’re not here to flirt with your contact with Korea’s National Intelligence Service.

Seriously.

Agent Kim’s English is immaculate – this you already knew since you’ve exchanged more than a few calls in recent weeks. He’s got his own team ready for briefing at his headquarters. After a quick drive, you’re all in one room going over the plan.

His guys have tracked Jeon to a high-end restaurant in Seoul where he’s been working for a few months. They already have a rough sketch of the area. You’re going to block off every exit, cover every angle, and make sure there’s no way he’s getting out of that restaurant without coming through one of you.

This should go off without a hitch – but then you remember Argentina and frown.

“He’s there. My guys are ready to go,” Agent Kim says, after taking a quick call on his cell phone.

It’s decided, then.

You load into black vans and take off for the west end of the city. Agent Kim drives and you have the chance to look out the window at the streets. It’s a beautiful place, you think. Agent Kim seems to read your mind.

“You should come back sometime,” he says. “When you’re not here on business.”

Sigh. You’re going to have to flirt with this man, aren’t you?

“I would like that. Maybe you could show me around some time,” you reply.

His eyes stay on the road – his hands locked at 10 and 2 – but you see the ghost of a smile pass over his lips. You smile to yourself and look back out the window.

Minutes later you’re parked outside an industrial-looking brick building. Gleaming glass-and-stone condos and perfectly manicured greenscaping confirm you are in a high-dollar neighborhood. It’s a Saturday night in a ritzy part of Seoul and you’re probably about to ruin someone’s date night.

Or maybe rescue it, depending on the date.

You stare out at the restaurant and imagine Jungkook Jeon inside, going about his life without realizing you’re here to throw a wrench into all his plans. You get a little thrill when you imagine the look on his face when he realizes the gig is up. Victory is so close you can taste it.

Agent Kim gets a call from his point man, everyone is in place.

Showtime.

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“Is that consommé? It looks like consommé. What do you think, Agent Kim?”

Jungkook Jeon looks shaken for a moment when you step in front of the table where’s he’s just laid out a picture-perfect pair of starters. His guests, a nicely-dressed older couple, also look shaken as they glance nervously between you, Agent Kim, and their now permanently off-duty server.

He straightens to his full height.

The youthful roundness of the face you’ve stared at so long in that driver’s license picture is gone. You have no idea what this guy’s been eating for the past few years, but in place of that baby-faced kid is a man, tall and broad and muscular. Tattoos you can’t make out run across his hands, up his arms, and disappear into the white dress shirt he has rolled to the elbows. His hair is on the long side, pulled back, giving you an unobstructed view of what can only be described as a perfect face. Serious, literal perfection.

Good grief.

Somehow the little shit recovers from his shock in an instant. He smirks, despite his clear disadvantage.

“I gotta say, you look even better in person.”

Oh yeah? So do you.

You ignore his opening line.

“It’s time to come home, Mr. Jeon. Pay the piper and all that.”

He has the nerve to roll his eyes and your hand itches with the desire to punch him in his stupid fucking perfect face.

“Teamed up with some Korean suits, huh?” He gives Agent Kim the once-over and apparently finds him lacking.

“Mr. Jeon,” you feign a scandalized tone. “Just how do you think I was raised? It would be downright rude to barge into a sovereign country without an invitation. Besides, Agent Kim here has been an absolute pleasure.”

You could hear a pin drop inside this restaurant right now. Every knife and fork and glass has come to rest on the fine white linen on these tables. The guests are frozen in place, taking in the strange scene.

Dinner and a show tonight, guys.

Jungkook doesn’t move an inch. You’d half expected him to just walk up, accept his cuffs and get this show on the road. But no, apparently he’s in a talking mood.

“Tell me how you found me.”

You sigh. You’re not a pair of girlfriends catching up over coffee. You open your mouth to say just that, but Agent Kim speaks up.

“We had a source come through with some very specific information on you.”

“Oh, I think Agent Kim is being far too kind,” you counter. “What he means to say is that your Korean sucks. You see, Mr. Jeon, you may look like them,” you gesture at the restaurant full of guests, “but you sound like us. Let’s just say you stick out like a sore thumb here.”

The corners of his eyes crinkle in amusement at the jab.

“I hated Korean school, you know.”

“It shows.”

He laughs.

Agent Kim clears his throat as if to remind you both that you’re not alone.

“Well this isn’t a social call, and I’m sure all these fine people would love to get back to their meals. So why don’t we finish this chat on the way back to the United States, Mr. Jeon?” you say, getting back to the task at hand.

Agent Kim signals his guys and they swoop in to put him in cuffs. He doesn’t resist, just holds out his hands and shoots you his most flirtatious smile.

“I’m going to hold you to that, Agent.”

On your way out the door, you glance over at the consommé and hope it’s supposed to be served cold.

**********************************

“What is a man who stole six million dollars doing waiting tables at a restaurant?” you muse out loud.

Jungkook Jeon is in the backseat of Agent Kim’s black SUV, looking out the window.

“I had to have some kind of story, right? Besides, I kind of liked it.”

“You didn’t get to spend the money,” you say.

“Not really,” he admits. “It’s much easier to fantasize about blowing millions of dollars than it is to actually do it.”

“Tsk, tsk, Mr. Jeon. What a shame.”

He leans forward in the backseat, hands cuffed in front of him.

“You know what would really be a shame, Agent? If I don’t get the chance to fuck you before you lock me up.”

A muscle twitches in Agent Kim’s jaw.

“Watch your mouth,” he warns, glaring into the rearview mirror. You immediately decide you like him a little stern. It’s pretty hot.

“Mr. Jeon, you and your dick will be free to do whatever you’d both like in about twenty years. That’s how this whole grand larceny and evasion thing works,” you say, ignoring the sensation that spreads across the back of your neck at his crass words.

He whistles.

“I’m really going to waste my best-looking years in prison.”

No kidding.

“Oh, don’t be too disappointed,” you say sweetly. “I hear there are a few advantages to having such a pretty face behind bars.”

You hear the clink of his cuffs and look into your rearview just in time to see him give you the finger.

*********************************

The government can be so cheap sometimes.

You’d have loved to pull right up to the tarmac at Incheon International, walk right onto a chartered plane like the Feds do in the movies. But alas, private flights are definitely not in the budget.

Instead, you have to settle for regular seats on a Korean Air flight. You’d been in touch with the airline ahead of time and they’d offered you and your team privacy in the back rows of the plane – complete with a curtain separator. You really couldn’t blame them for not wanting passengers to be greeted by a handcuffed man and his gun-toting babysitters.

Smart move all around.

Seating arrangements are decided, you and Jungkook on one side of the aisle, your two Marshals on the other. They’re both smart men, highly-skilled and boring as hell. You’d already had to suffer through their small talk on the fourteen-hour long flight here, and you’d be damned if you had to do it again on the way back.

“Are you going to let me have a drink?” Jungkook asks, as soon as you’re settled into your seats.

“Of course,” you reply, scrolling through a few emails on your phone. “What’s your favorite kind of juice?”

He snorts.

“It’s gonna be a long flight unless you play nice,” he warns.

“Mr. Jeon,” you sigh. “Shut up.”

He shakes his handcuffs.

“You could at least take these off,” he grumbles. “Not like I can walk off of a moving plane.”

“Nope,” you reply, affecting your best bored tone. You grab a magazine out of the seatback and pretend to leaf through it.

“So you want me to sit here – no phone, no headphones, no nothing – for fourteen hours?”

“Better to practice that ‘bored out of your mind’ routine sooner rather than later. I’m sure it’s gonna come in handy.”

You don’t look his way, but you can feel the glare he’s fixed on you and you have to fight the urge to smile.

******************************

The flight attendant who rolls a giant drink cart into your quiet section of this plane looks like a doll. Porcelain skin, huge eyes and the whitest smile you have ever seen.

Jungkook straightens in his seat immediately. He’s been pouting for the last hour but now he sees this dazzling young woman and his game face is back on.

“Hello,” he says, flashing her a smile.

Then he stops — seems to remember his audience — and resumes the exchange in Korean. You stare at him as he makes eyes at the flight attendant, working her with the confidence of a man who is not wearing handcuffs right now.

She blushes deeply at something he says before turning back to her cart to pour a Jack and Coke.

“Are you serious, Jeon?”

He smiles.

“You don’t hate me, right? Like, obviously I’ve pissed you off, but you don’t hate me. Because only a person who hated me would stop me from having a drink on my way to federal prison.”

You open your mouth to protest, but instead decide that he’s right. He’s a thief – not a killer for pete’s sake.

A super-hot, ridiculously charming, complete asshole of a thief who is definitely not getting under your skin by flirting with the flight attendant right now.

The porcelain doll turns back and hands him his cocktail and Jungkook winks at her. This man just accepted his drink with his hands in fucking handcuffs and this woman is blushing at him like he just asked for her number in a nightclub.

“Are you done?” you hiss.

“With what?” he asks innocently, cuffs clinking as he lifts the drink to his mouth.

“Eye-fucking the flight attendant.”

He feigns shock. “Are you – are you…jealous?”

You scoff and turn your attention back to your magazine.

He leans close.

“Don’t be jealous,” he says, blowing whiskey-scented breath into your ear. “I wanted you first. I’m only flirting with her because you’re really mean to me.”

He leans back and takes another sip of his drink.

There is something about this mischievous boy-man with the chiseled body and the smart mouth. He certainly has a charm. You’re certain he’s been able to use that charm to get out of more than a few sticky situations over the years.

“I wasn’t kidding you know,” he says. “About wanting to fuck you.”

He shakes the ice in his glass to show off that he’s already drained it and gives you another one of those self-assured smiles that’s really starting to piss you off. You drop your gaze back to your magazine.

“I’m not going to fuck you,” you state simply, pretending to have a deep interest in some blurb about face masks.

“No? Are you sure about that?”

“You are mind-bogglingly arrogant for a man who is headed to prison for the next two decades,” you reply dryly.

“Probably headed to prison,” he corrects. “Innocent until proven guilty, due process and all that. Unless things have changed? I realize it’s been a while since I’ve been home.”

You snort.

“Okay fine, you’re right. I’m headed to prison for the next twenty years which is why it’s imperative that you fuck me now. Immediately. Anything else would be,” he gives a dramatic shake of his head, “Inhumane.”

This time you can’t help but laugh and one of the Marshals across the aisle gives you a disapproving look, like he’s been forced to chaperone a pair of giggling teenagers.

You clear your throat and look back down at your magazine, force the smile off your face.

“Argentina,” you say. “How did you get out of there before I got to you?”.

The flight attendant returns with another drink and another smile for him.

“You want something, I want something,” he says, taking a long sip. “Maybe we could work something out?”

“I’m not going to fuck you for information, Jeon. All of that will soon come out in the wash,” you sigh.

“Then fuck me for charity. For good will. Fuck me because it’s the least you can do since you’re blowing up my entire life right now.”

You roll your eyes.

“You blew up your life, you idiot. You’re the one who intercepted a wire transfer and stole six million bucks. You’ve already been fucked. You fucked yourself.”

He smiles wistfully for a moment.

“Yeah, you’ve got a point there.”

*******************************

You stop him at three drinks.

His eyes have taken on a soft quality and his entire energy is a bit more relaxed with some booze in his system. It’s hard, it’s really hard to ignore how hot this man is without even trying.

But when he tries? Then it’s damned near impossible.

You check your watch. You still have seven hours to go on this flight.

“Luck,” he says, suddenly.

“Excuse me?” you say, looking up from your magazine.

“You wanted to know how I got out of Argentina in time. I was gonna make up some fancy story about how I’d figured out you were on to me and beat the clock to get away but the truth is, I was just lucky. I’d already been there too long and I was getting restless. I was ready to go.”

Hmm. So the booze has made him talkative.

“Your landlord said we’d missed you by one day,” you counter.

“Yup,” he laughs, closing his eyes momentarily as if reliving the thrill of the chase. “I used to have a lot of luck, actually. Before I ran into you.”

“Sorry about that.”

“No you’re not.”

“Fair enough,” you say and the two of you share a laugh. You open a bag of pretzels and offer him one. He begrudgingly accepts.

“Why did you take the money?”

He chews thoughtfully for a moment.

“Because I wanted to know if I could. I didn’t think I was gonna pull it off, but again, it was my luck. Once I figured out how to do it, I just did.”

“How remarkably stupid,” you breathe, a smile on your face. He smiles, too.

“Yeah, well. I said I was lucky, not smart.”

“Oh, but you are smart, Mr. Jeon, and don’t think you’ve convinced me otherwise. Your transcript from Stanford tells a very interesting story. What did your parents say when you dropped out at the top of your class and went to work at a gas station?”

The sarcastic back-and-forth screeches to a halt. For the first time, you see darkness pass over his face.

“Don’t ask me about my parents,” he says curtly. “I’ll tell you whatever else you want to know, but that shit is none of your business.”

“I’m sorry,” you say, and this time you mean it.

He shifts to his side, away from you, and looks out the window.

You sit quiet, thinking for a minute – but after a while you both fall asleep.

********************************************

You wake to Jungkook nudging you.

“Get up,” he says urgently. “I have to piss.”

You groan, trying to clear the fog from your brain and glance at your watch. Still four more hours to go on this flight.

“Like now,” he says, bouncing one leg to ward off the sensation.

You get up, stretch out, and wait for him to stand but then realize he’s waiting for you to help him since it’s an awkward fit in the seats with his handcuffs. Instead of making a snarky comment, you just offer your hand and a slight smile.

Very unlike you.

“Thanks,” he says, straightening out, stretching his legs. One of the Marshals raises an eyebrow at you.

“He has to use the bathroom,” you say, stilling the man with a raised hand when he makes to stand. “It’s alright, I need to stretch, too. I’ll walk him down there.”

The Marshal looks skeptically from Jungkook to you and back.

“It’s fine, Agent,” you say, a little annoyed. “It’s not like he can go anywhere, right?”

“Right,” Jungkook says, still bouncing that leg.

The Marshal gives you a look that makes clear he doesn’t approve, but he’s not going to stop you.

You walk behind Jungkook as he makes his way past the curtain, down the aisle and towards the bathroom. It’s a half-empty flight, and you’re glad for it when you see people staring at his handcuffs. You don’t know what’s gotten into you, but you can’t help but feel a little embarrassed on his behalf when you hear them whispering in Korean. At least you don’t know what they’re saying.

The firm set of Jungkook’s mouth makes you think he wishes that were the case for him, too.

“Just uh, give me a minute,” he says, when you reach the bathroom.

It turns out to be a lot longer than a minute.

You’re half tempted to bang on the door and demand to know why he’s taking so long. Maybe the Marshal was right to be suspicious of Jungkook. Maybe he figured out a way off this plane through the toilet.

You’re bouncing your own leg impatiently when he finally reappears.

“What took you so long?” you ask, annoyed.

“You ever try to take your pants and underwear off while handcuffed?” he asks. ��You know what — never mind, don’t answer that. You’ll start giving me ideas.”

Ah. He’s back, then.

Part of you is a little relieved to hear his smart-ass mouth again. You feel a hell of a lot less guilty around this version of him.

“Listen, I did a little recon and it’s a tight fit, but there’s definitely enough room for us to fuck,” he says, face comically serious. “And we’re running out of time for you to pull the trigger, so what’s it going to be?”

“Ugh. You’re foul,” you say, pulling a face.

“But you kind of like it,” he shoots back.

He’s right, though. You kind of do.

***********************

Clearly you’ve lost your mind.

Pheromones have short-circuited all the portions of your brain that control logic, reason, and risk. That’s the only plausible explanation for why you are slumped into your seat right now, legs pressed together tight, imagining fucking Jungkook Jeon in an airplane bathroom.

Sympathy and curiosity and more than a little horniness are making for a strange mix. You reason to yourself — as if you are actually entertaining this madness — that he’s not a convicted felon, just an accused one. There’s gotta be a loophole in the FBI handbook somewhere.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” Jungkook asks, leaning close — a smile playing over his lips.

“Shut up.”

“You are,” he whispers in a scandalized tone. “I mean with these on, I’m not going to be able to do my best work, obviously, but I’ve done more with less. Unless you want to take them off,” he says, rolling his wrists in the handcuffs.

“I already told you, I’m not taking those off,” you say sharply.

“Alright, alright. Keep it kinky. I can roll with that.”

”Shut up, Jeon.”

He gestures across his mouth like he’s zipping it shut and throwing away the key and you fight the urge to laugh.

“If I decided to fuck you, and I’m not saying I would,” you hiss, “I would have to stuff a sock into that smart mouth of yours just to not have to hear it.”

He laughs and his face looks so young and relaxed it takes your breath away a little.

“Make it your underwear and we have a deal,” he winks.

You pick up another magazine and get back to actively trying to ignore him and that annoying pulse between your legs.

*************************

Two hours left to Los Angeles.

You glance over at your guard dogs, who’ve both knocked out after a snack. One has a newspaper draped fully over his face, grandpa style.

You should have ordered a drink. You should have ordered six. That way, if you’re ever called to the carpet about the decision you’re about to make, you can blame it on alcohol-induced psychosis. Because the Marshals are asleep and you feel bad for Jungkook Jeon and he’s so hot you can barely think straight at this point. You take a deep breath and make a decision.

Fuck it.

You stand quietly, motioning to Jungkook with a finger over your lips. For a moment, his brows knit together in confusion but that look passes almost as quickly as it came. Then his entire face breaks out into a wide grin.

“Yeah?” he whispers.

“Shut up,” you whisper back, through gritted teeth.

You hold out your hand to help him to stand and when he grips it, he rubs his the pad of his thumb across your wrist. You try to ignore the sizzle of arousal he manages to drum up with that brief touch.

Quietly, you both walk past the curtain, past sleeping passengers and back to the clean but cramped bathroom where you are about to do the dumbest shit you have ever done.

You glance around at the passengers nearby and notice only one older man, eyes wide on the two of you. You shoot an excuse-me-sir-this-is-official-government-business look at him before following Jungkook into the tiny space.

You lock the door and turn to face him.

“Glad you finally came around,” he says, immediately backing you into the door. His mouth goes right for your neck and he pushes his entire body into yours in this tiny space. He is large and warm and he smells way better than he should after working a restaurant shift, being arrested, and then being jammed into a plane seat for hours.

His lips work up the column of your throat and his hands, still secured in front of him, push uselessly into the front of your lightweight wool dress. Shame, really, that you couldn’t take him out of these. You’d love to feel those hands right about now.

“I wasn’t kidding about keeping your mouth shut,” you manage to say, breathless at the feel of his mouth on your skin. “Don’t make me change my mind.”

The vibration of his laughter tickles the shell of your ear.

“I’ll be a good boy, I promise,” he says. “I just need to get my face under this dress.”

Your brain stutters for a moment, hung up on the mental image. He drops to his knees in front of you, lifts his hands to try and push up the front of the almost-too-tight garment but his handcuffs make it impossible. You graciously help him out, hiking the hem up your thighs. You’re about to work your underwear down, but he’s impatient, burying his face directly into the wet satin and inhaling deeply.

“Fuck, you smell amazing,” he groans, nosing the aching nub between your thighs. You’re glad he can’t see the way your mouth drops open when he licks out at the damp material, teasing you with the barest hint of friction.

“Help me out here,” he moans, and you do just that, sliding your panties down as best you can with the amount of space you’ve got.

At this angle, you can only get them down to your knees, but Jungkook doesn’t seem to care. He pushes his entire face into you, lips and teeth and tongue driving into you, working you with a fervor that makes your knees start to wobble. You grab a handful of his hair to steady yourself but it’s no use. Absently, you realize the tremors running up and down your body are rattling the door.

“Nice to know that mouth is good for more than just trash talk,” you tease on deep exhale. He laughs.

“Maybe some day you’ll get the chance to enjoy the full-service experience.”

“Probably not, Jeon,” you moan. “This is just a one-time favor, got it?”

All the blood in your brain has taken a dive into parts lower south and you marvel at how quickly your impending orgasm is coming on. But then, you’ve basically had about ten hours of foreplay up to this point, so maybe it’s not that surprising.

That damned door keeps rattling and you just know the little old man on the other side is probably staring it down. You’re not sure what it says about you that you think that’s kind of hilarious.

Your body jolts when Jungkook wraps his lips around your clit and sucks so hard you see stars. “You’re the one about to come on my face in an airplane bathroom,” he groans, licking obscenely between words. “So who’s doling out favors right now?”

Well, that does it.

The second he brings his lips and tongue back to your clit, you fall apart, gripping his hair so hard you’re certain it has to hurt. You pour all your energy into not screaming as your orgasm steamrolls you, and whatever energy you have left goes into trying to stay upright. Jungkook stays face-first in your heat, lapping up your release until the last tremors shake you and that goddamned door.

“Shit,” your voice is shaky, chest heaving when you finally make a sound.

“You are very, very fucking hot,” Jungkook says, breathless from where he sits on the floor. “Way too hot to be a Fed.”

You laugh.

“Well you are definitely too hot to be a criminal, but here we are, huh?”

Your eyes slide down to his glinting handcuffs, but they aren’t what’s catching your attention. Instead, your gaze heads right to the giant bulge straining against the front of his jeans. Turnabout is fair play, and you’re suddenly very eager to return the favor.

You help him stand and immediately seal your mouth to his, tasting yourself on his lips. Your fingers fumble past his restraints, underneath to where you can feel the button of his jeans and you undo it as fast as you can. He stops kissing you long enough to groan into your mouth when your hands slip into his boxers and your fingers wrap around his cock. He is hot and thick and hard in your hand. You squeeze around him, enjoying the way his hips jerk in response.

“Don’t tease,” he whines. “I’m gonna have to fantasize about this blowjob for the next twenty years.”

“I’d better make it memorable then,” you say, sinking down to your knees in the cramped space. You shove his jeans off his hips and look up at him as you gently push his boxers down and over his straining cock. His body is rock hard, lean muscle and defined lines running from his shapely legs up to his cuffed wrists and underneath that white shirt you’d love to peel off but can’t.

His head falls back the second your lips touch his swollen head. You tease it for a moment with a few quick licks, but decide this is really not the time to be dragging this out. The strangled “fuck” he whispers when you take him down fully is the sweetest and dirtiest thing you’ve heard in a while.

You manage to catch his gaze for a moment as you maintain a steady rhythm on his cock with your hands. His eyes are glassy with drinks and arousal, and you nearly have to slip a hand between your legs when his tongue slips out of his mouth to wet his lips.

He lifts and drops his handcuffs a couple of times before growling his frustration at not being able to put his fingers in your hair. You feel a faint throb of sympathy for him for a moment before reminding yourself that you literally have your mouth around his cock so frankly, things could be a lot worse for him than they are right now.

“You gotta stop,” he says, after a few minutes of the slow, wet torture. You release him with a soft pop and a confused expression.

“It’s your last blowjob for twenty years, Jeon. You want me to stop?”

“No, no,” he says quickly. “I have to fuck you. Please let me fuck you. It’s all I can think about,” he whines.

“You can’t,” you say firmly. “No condoms.”

He blows out a heavy breath like he’s thinking for a moment and there you are, on your knees in this tiny bathroom, confused as to what your next step should be.

“Look around,” he says suddenly.

“What?”

“Look – people fuck in airplane bathrooms all the time, right? It’s a thing. Maybe someone out there pulled some hero shit and is looking out for the next person.”

“This bathroom,” you say skeptically, “is the size of a goddamned shoebox, Jeon. You think we’re going to magically scrounge up a condom?”

“Just look,” he implores through gritted teeth.

“Fine,” you huff, leaning over to pop the cabinet under the sink open. You put one searching hand inside and pull out three sanitary pads that look like they were packaged in the 1970s.

He groans, frustrated.

“Hang on,” you say, jamming your hand back inside. Your fingertips brush up against something smooth and you fish it out, eyes wide with utter disbelief.

“Oh, you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” you say, more to yourself than to him.

You hold the condom packet up for him to inspect.

“Holy shit,” he breathes, cock jerking at the sight of it, like it knows he’s just hit the jackpot.

He laughs so hard for a moment you fear this entire encounter has gone entirely off track.

“My luck is back,” he declares triumphantly, finally. “Now, please hurry up and get on my dick.”

You’re shaking your head in disbelief the entire time you’re ripping the packet open, rolling it down Jungkook’s impossibly still-hard cock. He’s breathing hard, body tense with anticipation when you slide your heels off to take your underwear off completely.

“The heels,” he groans, watching as you slip your panties over your ankles. “Can you — you know…keep ‘em on?”

“Ugh, you are such a pervert,” you scold, slipping your feet back into the shoes and leaning back to line him up with your entrance. He surges forward and you moan at the stretch as he fills you entirely in one thrust.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, dropping his head into the crook of your neck, already rolling his hips frantically against you. “Shit, that’s incredible.”

And truthfully, it is. The ledge of the sink is biting into your ass with every thrust and you’re having to do most of the work given his handcuff situation but you really don’t even care because he still feels amazing like this.

He mouths uselessly at the wool covering your breasts because there’s no way to get to them. You nearly admonish him because he’ll leave crude wet spots on the fine material, but you decide against it.

“Oh, I bet you have amazing tits,” he groans, hips maintaining a steady rhythm. “Giving me something to look forward to for next time.”

“There won’t be a next time, Jeon. And there won’t be a this time if you don’t hurry up already,” you shoot back.

He laughs, a little breathless from exertion. “I’m close, I promise. Fuck, you feel so good.”

You squeeze tighter around him, push harder back against him, angle your hips a bit more to ensure he’s going to the hilt with every thrust. The guttural sound he makes in response sends a shiver up your back.

“I’m gonna come,” he gasps after a moment, mouth covering yours as his hips begin to stutter at the first ebbs of his release. Your ass is numb from the sink ledge at this point, legs tired from supporting your weight and his.

“So come then,” you tease, biting gently on the sensitive skin at his pulse point. He groans from deep inside his chest as he lets go – hips jerking as he pumps himself through it.

“Shit,” he groans, leaning on you with his full weight.

“You are crushing me Jeon,” you complain, pushing at his chest with both hands. He chuckles. “Yeah, sorry about that. Balance is a little off at the moment.”

You open your mouth to shoot another sarcastic comment his way, but there is something about the way he is looking at you right now that stops you short.

You clear your throat, uncomfortable with the tiny glimpse into whatever that was.

“Well, as much as I’d love to ruminate on how good this was,” you say, shifting your dress back down and making a beeline for your underwear, “We’ve been in here an insane amount of time already. There’s probably a line outside the door.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, a little too quiet for your liking.

So you put yourself back together and help put him back together, too.

And strangely, when you open the door to leave there is no line. But that little old man is still watching, a look of astonishment on his face as you both walk past.

***********************************

“Listen, are you sitting down right now?”

You frown at the phone display in your office because any conversation that starts with an opening line like that is headed south.

“Uh…yeah. Why?”

“Hang on, I’m coming to your office.”

Seconds later, Agent Novak bursts through the door.

“So you haven’t seen it,” he says, rushing up to your desk.

“Seen what, Novak? Spit it out,” you say, frustrated already.

“Check your email,” he says, arms crossed over his chest. He looks fit to burst with some kind of excitement and your chest already feels a little tight at whatever it is he’s dying to show you.

You click into your email to find an urgent bulletin that you’d missed because you were working on a stack of papers on your desk, not your computer. The subject line makes your heart hammer.

URGENT MEMO: Fugitive Search, Jungkook Jeon

ATTACHED VIDEO FILE

“The guy just walked out of a federal courthouse like he was on an afternoon stroll. Had on a suit and everything,” Novak says, a note of awe in his voice. “Check out the video.”

Your mouth is already hanging open before you even click on the attached CCTV footage. A camera inside the courthouse shows Jungkook Jeon walk out of a bathroom in the front lobby, dressed like an attorney, not a defendant. His long hair is cut into a more professional style, his suit covers his tattoos and he looks entirely in place.

Novak is right – he walks so casually past the guards and other visitors that no one even thinks to stop him.

“Word is, court was on a lunch break and it looks like he had everything ready to go. Walked into a waiting Uber and vanished like smoke.”

You haven’t said a word since Novak walked in with this bombshell.

You just watch the CCTV footage over and over again in a loop, willing your brain to accept what your eyes can see clear as day.

This motherfucker.

Guess his luck really is back.

***************************

[lizadoesrph]

how to: sports guide -- FOOTBALL edition.

Sports and lack of knowledge when it comes to sports is literally my biggest pet peeve in the RPC, so here is a little guide especially for those muses who play football! Please like or reblog if you’ve found this in anyway helpful! Please feel free to refer to this guide whilst making muses or college rps! Part one here. 

disclaimer: I have not, nor ever played football. everything I know is from personal knowledge with people who have as well as being a huge fanatic of the sport myself.  As well as personal experience of a college athlete.

Overall.

Football is America’s sport. let’s be real, y’all can say its baseball but you would be wrong. Okay maybe not, but football is my LOVE when it comes to sports so I am so bias.

For my babies from the South -- they will follow college football to a T! They will probably have parents who are legacies and they follow their teams. The power house conference for college football is the SEC (south eastern conference), and overall the most dominant team in recent history has been Alabama followed by Clemson, and Ohio State. Saturdays are THE game days.

For my children from the North -- this is much more about the NFL. The Dallas Cowboys are known as America’s team, however... nobody really likes them unless you’re a cowboys fan.  The most dominant team in recent history are the New England Patriots.  Game days range from Thursday night to all day Sunday to Monday night! Thursday, Sunday Night, and Monday Night are known as “prime time games”

Myself, personally, I follow both college & NFL pretty closely since my family is from the North but moved to the South when I was young. 

For those in the west, football isn’t as big of a thing as it is on the east coast -- but seattle LOVES their team. Take a quick research on the NFL team near your muse’s hometown if they are from the states!  Maybe they have family from somewhere. And.. Green Bay is more or less America’s Team (Go pack go babbbyyyy)

Positions.

Special Teams.

This is usually reserved for second strings to get reps in. I could go into gunners, and all that but... not a star position.

Place Kicker - Usually an ex-soccer player who chose football over soccer.  A very valuable asset to a team, but underrated. Can always get crowd hypes up when they make a tackle. usually the position who gets the most death threats (sorry) example. mason crosby Punter - Same with Place Kicker, can sometimes be the same person. see pat mcafee who did both in college. Usually ex-soccer player and VERY overlooked.  They are usually the holders for place kickers during field goals. example. JK Scott. Returner - can make or break a team. bringing back a punt or kickoff for a touchdown will literally create the hypest environment. example. Tyler Ervin.

Offense. 

Quarterback - 1 // yeah, yeah, yeah. there’s more positions than this, I promise. example. the goat. aka aaron rodgers. Running Back - 2 // Smaller boys, fast, and shifty.  They usually do some dirty work, but a good one is a jack of all trades -- blocking, route running/catching, and carrying.  example. aaron jones. Full Back - 1 // Bigger boys than running back and these are the unknown angels on the field.  They are usually used to clear ways for running backs and help with down the field blocks, but also used for pass protection blocks. example. danny vitale. Tackle - 2 // Have you seen the movie “The Blind Side”. this is it. They are on the outermost boys of the offensive line. ( Kinda skipping over the offensive line since.. I doubt people are gonna play as them. ) example. david bakhtiari Guard - 2 // This is the boys on the inside, on either side of the Center. example. elgton jenkins Center - 1 // Very important role, in charge of getting the ball cleanly to the Quarterback whilst also getting up as fast as possible to start blocking against lineman and linebackers. example. corey linsley Wide Receiver - 2-4 // Probably the second most glorified role depending on the team. Tall, fast, shifty, with strong knowledge to run different routes, look and track the football to catch it.  Whilst also knowing where they are on the field at all times. example. davante adams, allen lazard. Tight End - 1-2 // Very important but scarcely utilized. There are either receiving tight ends or blocking tight ends.  The best will do both and do it effectively.  As much as I hate to say it, Gronkowski is probably the best example you will find.  These are big, strong players who probably have some of the biggest loads dumped on them when it comes to expectations. example. Rob Gronkowski, George Kittle.

Defense. (the best)

Lineman -  2-4 // usually in charge of stopping the run / pushing the lineman in to put pressure on the quarterback (nose tackle) these are the big boy 300 pounders example. kenny clark. Linebacker - 2-4 // split up into outer / middle/ inside. They are in charge of either coverage or rushing the quarterback depending on the playcall. The biggest jobs of most in containing either the quarterback or running back from breaking out into a big run. These are probably some of the most popular defensive roles since they can do so much to receive recognition (interceptions, great coverage, sacks, forced fumbles, ect.) example. Preston Smith, Blake Martinez  Cornerback - 2-3 // These can probably be the smallest people on the team, but they also need to be the fastest with a really solid vertical.  There is a lot of studying that goes into this role when it comes to knowing who you are playing against. Needs to interrupt the pass, and cover your receiver well.  example. Jaire Alexander Safety - 1-2 // my personal fav. position in the game.  This used to be split in strong/free, but it really isn’t used much anymore.  A smaller linebacker -- either assist in the run defense, assist cornerbacks, or provide a safety blitz (rushing the quarterback) example. adrian amos.

( yes I listed all packers as examples except at TE bc Jimmy Graham doesn’t deserve that recognition )

Recruiting.

Recruiting in Football is WACK. You get ranked from zero to five stars depending on how good you are in high school.  Zero stars being not so great and five stars being the best of the best. Five star recruits are the most likely to go to those SEC schools.  You get unofficial offers from colleges, and you will “sign” to a school on National Signing Day when it usually in February!  This year, they have an Early Signing Day which is happening mid-December! 

As a senior in high school, an athlete is allowed FIVE “official” visits.  This is where the school will pay for everything the athlete does, and is the last attempt a college gets to convince that player to come to their school.  An official visit is usually for a recruits top five schools. 

Once you sign a letter of intent ( an official, legally binding document that says you will go to the college of your choice to play the sport (football in this case) with the amount of scholarship money the school promised to give you.

College.

If your muse makes it this far, there is a 99.9% chance football is literally their heart and soul.  Those who are at big schools probably have dreams of going to the NFL.  If this is true..... there is a 99.9% chance they don’t go to classes lmao. 

In season, they spend around 30-50 hours working out, practicing, studying film, in meetings with coaches. you will be busy. you will hate your life. everytime you don’t have class, you will likely be in the field house or hosting parties somewhere. nobody drinks like college athletes drink, trust me, I was one.

Most college football players have mandatory study hall, around 2-8 hours a week they have to check into a room, the library, or their academic advisor to make sure they are on track and eligible for the following semester.

IMPORTANT: 

College athletes have a clock of 5 years once they step on a D1 field. You are no longer eligible to play D1 football after these 5 years. ONCE you commit to go to the NFL draft, you are no longer eligible to play NCAA football. You have FOUR years of eligibility, after these four years you are no longer able to play NCAA football. This clock resets for every sport. You can play in the NFL and return to college to play college basketball.

You can receive a medical or academic redshirt. these rules are complicated, but mostly won’t matter in RP unless you want?? your character to tear their ACL. It will take a small google search, but if that is too much, feel free to message me.

[carytownva]

Carytown

Why Carytown in Richmond is a hotspot for visits

A busy schedule can leave you exhausted and may need a break to relax a tired mind. You do not have to look for antidepressants to relieve your anxiety. The Carytown of Richmond is a very fascinating place to visit and have fun.

Plan a Food Tour

Everybody loves food and besides eating as a basic need to some, it's a hobby. The food tours are planned and booked for Saturday's and Sunday's. Make a memorable visit with our ever welcoming team.

A Shopping Fan

Carytown will not disappoint you. All types of items for your loved ones will be locally available in the variety of shops in this town. For clothing then a list of shops all for you to choose. The Glassboat, Clementine, Clover, Mongrel, Philosophy is just a list of examples from a variety. Furniture shops and Arts are also in plenty in this stretch of a town.

Evening pass time and fun

Do not tolerate boring evenings while in Carytown. Visit the Byrd Theatre for the movies. Two movies every evening at affordable prices are offered. This theatre was opened in 1928 and has been functional till today. It is open every day of the week throughout the year.No remodeling has been done in this theatre apart from the usual maintenance.

Do you love sweetness?

Visit the Cupcakes if you have a sweet tooth. The Rocket Fizz will receive you warmly for sweet candies. It the sweetest experience that will leave you eager to revisit.

Is reading your pass time activity?

Chop Shey books will leave you preoccupied with all forms of reading resources. Do not hesitate it's definitely the best.

Plan a Dinner in Galaxy

This can be a busy place but a well planned midweek dinner or even a late-night outing will leave you all excited and looking forward to your next visit. The welcome here is a red carpet one.

Your love for Soccer

Your needs in love for soccer are not all forgotten. The Soccer Richmond Kickers is the team to watch in your visit to Carytown. 

Interested in beautiful sceneries?

Stroll in Byrd park or in the Maymont park for an adventure of a lifetime. The park will offer a diversity of activities from baseball, to walking in trails and even Tennis if exercise and sweating is your hobby. 

Fresh Fruits and Vegetables

Keep healthy and fit by visiting the Farmers Market for fresh fruits and vegetables. You will definitely enjoy the freshness of the variety here.

Drinking is your pass time?

Visit the garden grove for the best beverages. Make your visit to Carytown memorable and outstanding. 

Wondering on where to stay

A variety of apartments are available in a range of different prices based on your budget. The apartments are safe and friendly.

Parking while in Carytown

A stretch of free parking space is available for parking. Do not leave your means of transport in fear of straining to find a place to park. Parking will not trouble you or cost you.

Here is another place you will enjoy.

[leverage-commentary]

Leverage Season 1, Episode 9, The Stork Job, Audio Commentary Transcript

John: Hi, I'm John Rogers, Executive Producer of Leverage.

Chris: Chris Downey, Executive Producer.

Albert: Albert Kim, Writer.

Marc: Marc Roskin, Producer...and Director.

[Scattered Applause]

John: And director! Marc Roskin’s first directorial debut, ladies and gentlemen. You have directed for second unit for years for the company and do most of our...You’re shooting pretty much as much as we are on A camera on the show.

Marc: Yeah, there’s a lot.

John: Alfred. Albert, pardon me. Why don’t you tell us where the idea for the show came from?

Albert: Well, this is The Stork Job and it’s another cheery topic. Concerning European orphanages and the scams people perpetrate on desperate parents there-

John: We give you the ones that are more soul-wrenching ones because we know you have no soul.

[Laughter]

Marc: Yes, that’s true.

John: You’re able to withstand the emotional torment.

Marc: But, this was actually based on actual, real scams. Doing research for it, I found there were unscrupulous adoption agencies out there who were preying on parents here in America. And, uh, it started our really grim, but in the end I think the episode came out to be kind of fun.

Albert: Very fun.

John: It’s very fun. It shows how the grim premise can kind of ground you and then allows you to go off and have little bit of fun.

Chris: What’s great about this one, also if I may, is that normally what the teams going after is money, and as you’ll see in this scene here they’re going after a child. Which is really, like, something we’re constantly trying to challenge ourselves in the writers room, to try and make the scams not always about money.

John: We generally fail.

[Laughter]

Chris: It’s very hard. It really is very hard.

John: Also, this also started as a Nate/Sophie scene- a Nate/Sophie episode, talking about Nate about his issues about fatherhood and adopting. And because, as we broke this story, these kids didn’t show up until later, there was no way to fuel that, and so it became much more about Sophie’s issues with the acting, and really Parker’s and Hardison’s issues with their own upbringing.

Albert: Right, this is a great Parker episode. And I found that writing for Parker is actually the most fun for me. I mean, because on the surface she’s got all these emotional quirks and slightly Asperger's like aspects, which is fun to write for the comedic bits, but you also get the sense that deep down, she’s this- there’s this wellspring of darkness and blackness there which is really fun to play with.

Marc: And it was also fun shooting it, because as the story goes on, we take her to a place where I don’t think the audience is used to seeing her go.

John: I’m- no I saw the dalies of one of the later scenes, and I was like, that is probably one of the finer pieces of television acting I’ve seen in a long time.

Marc: Yes. I think there was a four letter word in the email you sent me.

John: We can swear on these by the way

Marc: Oh good!

John: Yeah, no problem. I’ve already done it quite a bit. The fact that i’m drinking in all of them doesn’t help.

Albert: This was Eliot’s face that was all damaged, that we had to write a quickie line for.

John: Ugh, yes. The lesbian bar’s a throwaway because SOMEBODY, in his weekly poker game with Tim Hutton and Saul Rubinek at 1 AM on a Saturday, went out to throw the football around and SOMEBODY was wearing his cowboy boots and went down on the sidewalk.

[All laugh]

John: Yeah, I actually laughed out loud when I walked in the trailer, it was great he was so worried. I walked in and I could not help but laugh, he went ‘it’s not funny man’ and I went ‘no no we’ll figure it out’. Amazingly by the way, the makeup managed to cover it. They built like a little mini prosthetic or something. It was only two scenes we had to really deal with it

Marc: Right.

Albert: We gave one of his scenes- some of his lines over to Sophie and other than that we covered it with his line here, which turned out to be a really funny line. And then his weird mutant healing power kicked in and he was ready to go.

John: Here’s when you realize shit-kicker has a genetic component. Because he is a country boy, and he really healed way faster than you should be able to.

Marc: And he was pulling things off of his face that normally your doctor wouldn’t suggest.

[All laugh]

John: ‘I’m just gonna get rid of this scab here guys and we’ll be ready to shoot’. By the way, I do need to give you a little bit of shit. Why is there a glamor photo of the orphan? Why is he doing the glamor photo pose with the little hand on the chest?

Marc: You know, I initially picked something a little…

Albert: Grittier?

Marc: Grittier and less posed. But Tim liked the black and white aspect with the dirt smudge on it, so...

John: The dirt smudge- tragic dirt smudge. Also our porniest writing run coming up.

[Laughter]

Chris: Yeah we did- we had great fun in the writers room for sure.

Albert: And I actually did Emmanuelle research and it was amazingly difficult to come up with a title for an Emmanuelle movie that hasn’t been taken. There’s like 50 of these things.

John: I want these views to realize that we have something called clearance, where we can’t duplicate things that already exist, so we can’t be sued for implying certain things about them. And so just fabricating goofy Emmanuelle titles took us, like, half a day because every time we had come up with something more ridiculous, it had been used.

Albert: ‘Emmanuelle Goes to Mars’? Oh that already exists. Made in 1984. Ohh, okay.

John: Right. It’s also interesting because the conversation about Emmanuelle basically ran the exact same way in the writers room as it does in this bit. With the guys like ‘oh those movies!’ and the girls are like ‘what? I have no idea.’ So Mark, you have a lovely transition coming up, so why don’t you- everyone, every director talks about the hell of shooting in the conference room, tell us how you tackled it. Tell us how you handled it.

Marc: Well I was- I was fortunate that I was able to not have too many green screens in our conference room. Actually the first thing we shot was all the surveillance footage from the park and we were able to get it into the conference room quick. But this, we did a push in and then a take over from a purchased shot.

Chris: Oh that’s great. Isn’t that terrific? I mean I think that- that’s gotta be a signature bit of this show.

John: Yeah. We should do that more often.

Marc: And this is the Masonic Lodge in beautiful downtown Pasadena.

[All laugh]

Albert: This is also a fun episode because I think it’s the first- maybe the only one we did in the first season, where we travel outside of the country and we have that sort of cosmopolitan feel where we’re going to Europe, and doing a little thing- little stuff outside of there. And the team’s-

John: A little Mission: Impossible.

All: Yeah.

Marc: And this is- Christian of course blocked this. He grabbed all of the prettiest extras and surrounds himself.

John: [laughs] He just grabs and brings them all over and- yeah. It’s a nice bit of- there’s a little bit of annoyance there. He’s developed a nice relationship between the two characters.

Chris: It’s great.

Albert: Originally this scene was written and it was a lot more elaborately choreographed, where Nate and Sophie were originally going to be dancing and in that ballroom with them. And it would’ve been fun to try, but it ultimately would’ve been crippling to do production-wise.

Chris: This is a fairly late add, but it was really great.

John: To explain why they were in the office.

Albert: To cover why they weren’t there.

John: And wound up being a really great joke. I love this joke. I love the ridiculousness of the tiara and that somebody would fall for it.

Marc: Still kept the tiara.

John: And- ‘I still got the tiara’ yeah. That’s a dirty little line. This is actually kind of the steamiest little exchange - one of them - that we have in the season. between the two of them where they argue over relationships and- Because it’s not about relationships, it’s about something else that happens to involve relationships.

Chris: Yeah.

John: That’s a good general writing rule. Is to never actually talk about the relationship, which we violated several times much to our regret. Also the Orange SQ the knockoff, the idea that Hardison is filled with rage he has to eat the knock off variants of his usual diet.

Chris: Lot of pitching on what a Eastern European beverage would be. Orange SQ.

John: And big props out to Derek, our computer graphics guy. This is an amazing episode for that.

Chris: He did a really good job.

John: Now where are we here? Are we in the hardest-working office in show business, but we’re on the soundstage?

Marc: Yes. We’re in the hardest-working office.

John: This is usually the villains office, we’re just shooting it from the other direction.

Marc: Yes. We just stripped out some stuff. Made it look like it was under construction.

John: Originally a van I believe.

Marc: Originally a van.

Albert: It looks like- was gonna be a van yeah.

John: Which we wound up stealing for the season finale. We ended up taking that idea and using it there.

Chris: Great little sequence of them coaching their- their counterparts at the party.

Albert: Now that was some fun research to do. About all the pickup artist techniques. Which is what Sophie ends up using to help coach Eliot. And so I got a lot of books on how to pick up women, and-

Chris: It’s always great when the wife gets- signs for those from Amazon.

John: ‘Oh hey, what’s from Amazon? Oh…’

Albert: ‘Yeah this is all for work, honey’.

Chris: Search and destroy the- the pickup artist.

John: By the way, that exterior shot - outside the balcony - we’re looking into a gymnasium there, I believe.

Marc: Yeah it’s like a big- a big auditorium.

John: It’s a beautiful green screen replacement. Yes, that was the entire idea, was that we ended up building a fake balcony on the end of an overlook that just looked into an auditorium.

Chris: There’s another- and again notice the Eastern European biscuits.

[All laugh]

John: Oh man that’s gorgeous, little bit of movement.

Chris: That’s a fantastic green screen.

Marc: Yeah we just added a bit of movement to a still shot to make it look like there’s cars or lights are moving.

John: The little laugh Parker does there, I love it’s one of the things that Ken Levine talks about this a M.A.S.H. writer who writes on a website. He says, you know, having characters laugh at things other character say is something that’s not done a lot, but it’s one of the ways you build that they have a relationship. You know they’re usually making jokes off each other, not together. It’s kind of a technique that’s not used a lot.

Marc: Kathleen was a great- great job playing this role.

John: Yeah. So great. So dismissive. Now all the things are techniques you found from your books, is that right?

Albert: That’s right. And no, I did not try them out, but I’m assured that they are all very effective techniques.

John: I swear you tried them out on me one time. I found myself really heavily entranced by you.

[Laughter]

Albert: Was that- was that not talking about it again?

Chris: Was it the- was it the anchoring? The backhanded compliment?

John: The anchoring. I totally took a bunch of these pictures I didn’t really like, but for some reason I couldn’t say no.

Marc: This is the- this is the first day of shooting without any facial damage on Christian.

[All laugh]

John: Really? Amazing that you managed to get around that, I have to say.

Chris: Now from a directing standpoint, was this the most difficult? With all the extras in? Or- I mean we had so many incredible breaking in this show.

John: This is a though show, it’s a bear.

Marc: I mean a lot of the shows are difficult, but I mean whenever you get into a comm sequence, you know you have to double the amount of time you spend shooting because you wanna cover it with their talking and their listening on all sides.

Chris: Yeah, right. So you have your options on what side of the conversation you want to cut to.

Marc: Yeah

John: So if you have a 5 page intercut comm sequence, it’s actually 10 pages of shooting.

Marc: Yeah, absolutely.

John: Which is interesting because that let us - again, welcome to television. Every show evolves over the course of the season; anyone who says otherwise is lying. Is the fact, if you notice that later episodes where we split the team up and don’t have them talk on the comms, they have very specific jobs that they can do, but don’t back chatter a lot. Because we realized we were killing the directors with the coverage.

Albert: Right. But I have to say in the end this sequence worked out great. The whole weaving back and forth, you just felt you know there’s a nice sense of urgency going on and a lot of fun banter.

John: Yeah.

Marc: Well that’s also because- there was so much coaching involved, that it was fun to cut back and forth to see the reactions. And also you know seeing Eliot playing the sophisticated and suave instead of just busting heads.

John: Yeah. That he has that in the toolbox and can you know... There’s actually- Yeah, we were saying, in Homecoming we have a reference where he says, ‘next time I’m wearing the suit…’ And we paid that off in the the Stork Job and in the finale. You know he does get to do the- he does get to wear the tux and be James Bond every now and then.

Albert: And later in this episode we have a sequence where Beth has a fight scene, and that’s another thing we haven’t seen Parker do before. And it was fun to be able to show that our team can take care of themselves, not- and that Eliot’s not the only one who’s...

John: And she has a very specific fighting style that takes advantage of the strength of her legs, and keeping people outside, and either staying outside their reach or stepping inside their- inside their reach. And Charlie Brewer again, it’s really great- I have a lot of fight guys who read my blog and I get a lot of emails from fight guys going ‘what the hell style is Christian Kane using? It’s such a mishmash’ and Charlie has this great vocabulary of fight styles for every situation. And this is- who is this actor?

Marc: David Lee.

Albert: David Hill- David Lee. yeah.

Chris and Marc: He was great.

John: And he really helped us on the language. And this is great - the intercutting, tell me about the intercutting flashbacks.

Chris: It was written this way.

Marc: it was written this way. The one thing I wanted to do was every time I shot the young Parker I said ‘let’s just do one’- I mean every time I shot the young boy, Luca, I said let’s just get one shot with Parker in it just in case it works. And it worked.

John: And it works. Very effective. And I love the idea that, you know, this is something we actually used as a joke in the finale- and right out onto the pad underneath the auditorium.

Chris: I just realized both your episodes she just leaps out of- leaps out of windows. It’s your motif.

Albert: That’s right I have her jumping a lot.

John: Do you have a macro? [laughs] Parker jumps out the window.

Albert: It’s on my keyboard - ‘Parker leaps out the window’. By the way that stunt even though it’s a fake balcony it was probably about a 10 foot drop down to the pads. And the stuntwoman just flew- threw herself out of the window. It was amazing. Afterwards we were all just stunned that she could do that.

John: I was gonna say the- the-

Albert: You’re mesmerized by Nate’s- Nate putting it all together.

John: I am. Nate’s had that moment where he realizes exactly what he needs to do there and moves us into the second con. It was about David Lee and it was gonna drive me crazy…

Chris: Just a little note about the con. People kinda talk about where do we come up with cons. And a lot of the times they are classic cons that we’re kind of adapting for our show. But this episode was interesting because we built our villain, Irena here, and the con kinda came out of the creative decisions we made about her character. So we decided she was a faded model and wannabe actress-

John: Because that would be the kind of place a grifter would come from.

Chris: Exactly. And we look at, when we’re looking at a con - is what’s our characters weakness? And when it’s money, it’s often greed. But in this case we thought her weakness was vanity and that’s what led to the movie - stealing the movie. Which really took the episode from a really dark Eastern European orphanages and brought a lightness to it that really elevated it.

John: There’s the blocking, there’s Mark Roscin blocking out that one side of Christian’s face.

Marc: Of Christians- one side of Christians face, that was fresh.

John: Yeah it was at this point actually that Apollo Robbins - our grifter consultant - he said you guys have become a fully functioning crime crew. You’re looking at the bad- your mark, and carving out around your mark rather than… Oh that’s it, the movie actually comes from, and again you do research, but a lot of the times everybody on the set, particularly the first AD, had worked on an Eastern European film. And we had heard so many horror stories by this point, that it really gave us the natural setting to do the con.

Chris: And Serbia is also, we found out, an emerging place where there’s a lot of film productions.

John: Right. I like the sleazy- sleazy producer and sleazy director, it’s the writers fantasy of how horrible they are. This is- is this shot by Jonathan Frakes or the other shot?

Chris and Albert: No the other one.

Marc: No the- the end shot of Kathleen. That was- we just put a fake ATM machine on the side of the stage.

John: Yeah it was parking- that was the stage and then the parking lot for the other one, yeah.

Chris: Oh here we go.

Albert: Here’s our set. I love this set.

Marc: You know what? So many people did because it reminded them of their early, like, coreman days where a lot of us started out.

Albert: Well the funny thing was is- well the way it was written, this movie that we’re showing -  the set - was supposed to be kinda cheesy and cheap and a little bit B-movie production. And then when it came time to actually be creating it, I found out that our crew doesn’t really- can’t really do cheesy and cheap.

[All laugh]

Albert: They kept wanting to make it better and better and we were in these meetings where they were asking to put more flocking [transcriber clarification: fake snow] on the trees and we were like ‘we don’t need any more flocking on the trees’.

John: ‘I don’t even know what flocking is - what are you people doing?’ It was great because at one point watching this- the set looks so good, at one point watching it was like, you know we could just finish this movie. We could shoot this out and sell it to sci-fi and have it on Saturday nights.

Marc: This is one of my favorite transitions and I have to thank Dave Connell for it.

Chris: Oh, that’s great.

John: This is from the stunt man right?

Marc: Yeah.

Chris: But that was your- wasn’t that- that was your stunt man entrance? I think we were talking about that.

Marc: Yeah we wanted to have-

Albert: It was originally a cut right?

Marc: Yeah but unfortunately it- the crane could only go from that height so we had to figure out how we go from-

John: -from five feet to two feet, cinematically.

Marc: Yeah, exactly.

Albert: I have to say, of all the things of all the things I had to deal with working on this script, I think I spent the most time coming up with the title of the fake movie.

[Laughter]

Albert: I sat there for half an hour going like, ‘Wolf Wars?’

Chris: It’s absolutely perfect.

Albert: ‘Dog Fights? Dog Fighters?’

John: No seriously, we could sell this.

Albert: We should make Howl Force.

Marc: So many people want to see it.

John: The Howl Force chair backs have become quite the collectors item, actually. To show that you’ve bought the set for Howl Force.

Chris: Nate as a director…

John: This is one of our 360’s.

Marc: Yeah just steadicam-ing the whole time.

John: You didn’t lay track?

Marc: No, just steadicam. You know I was just trying to make the day, and- [laughs]

John: Well actually Mark give a brief- cause your career is kind of the prototypical Hollywood career in its length and oddity. How did you get into the business?

Marc: I actually- my first job I was a PA on Roland and Dean’s first movie- studio movie. Universal Soldier. So I was a PA and I went from AD-

Chris: PA like Parker right here!

Marc: Like Parker right here, yes.

Chris: Couldn’t be a better-

Marc: And I believe I wore that exact same, like, 80’s/90’s headset.

Chris: So kids out there, wondering whether you should take that PA job? Here we go.

Marc: Take it.

John: So PA to AD. Did you do AD?

Marc: PA to AD and then assistant for role and I just kept reading all their scripts. And that’s when I met you, and we brought you in for Carrier.

John: Oh that’s right, yeah.

Marc: And I just doing making notes and giving them to Roland and Dean and they basically said ‘well you’re already doing it, so why don’t you run Development for us?’ And then it was- being on set and saying you know we need an insert of a book. Now we need an insert of a book and a hand. All right now we need an insert of a person grabbing a book and walking. And then it just kept going.

John: Now we need an insert of a person grabbing the book and walking on a flaming train.

Marc: Yeah, yeah exactly. It just kept getting bigger, and you know I was always trying to just give him a little more. Cause the one thing I learned from Dean is, give your editor as many options as you can.

Albert: And this is one of my favorite shots coming up, and I think it was your idea.

Chris: Oh this is great.

Albert: When Sophie floats into view. It’s one of the highlights.

John: And it should be over the top and it’s not. It’s actually perfect. It’s-

Chris: Yeah well you- you put in the wheel sound. Got the ‘eee-eee-eee’

John: She’s being wheeled in.

Chris: We know she’s not actually floating.

John: This is, by the way, a beautiful distillation of how producers deal with scripts. The whole problem Eliot has with the script is that he’s acting like a producer here. ‘You have an effects sequence! You know what this’ll cost us!’

Marc: Even the way he grabs it out of her hands here.

[Laughter]

Marc: I just love it.

John: ‘Fine. Alright. I’ll go fine the first AD and we’ll block this out.’ This is one of my favorite scenes of the entire series.

Marc: Yeah, I really like this scene. It was- and we did it pretty simple.

John: This is our real craft service table.

Albert: I love how skimpy this craft service table is. A little orange there.

[Laughter]

John: Just for a bit. Just to give her something. Eating is always good, actors love to eat. Gives them something to do with their hands.

Chris: She likes to eat grapes.

Marc: I think this is one of my favorite lines in the movie. ‘This is- this is a movie about NATO soldiers being attacked by werewolves. There is no emotional payout’

[Laughter]

John: This is great- I don’t if we kept this, I think it got cut, but she does like a, ‘typical’. Just like the typical director bullshit.

Chris: ‘Typical.’ Yeah, I think that’s in there.

John: Yeah the genuine- the fact that it’s not all flirty, or not all sexual. That there’s a genuine friendship and he really cares about her feelings, it lands in a really nice way.

Chris: Yeah.

Marc: And it was great because the one note I had for Gina was like, this is your world - this is where you wanna be. You know as soon as you walked out of the van in the previous scene, she started looking around and so she really grabbed it.

John: And that’s also the big- the big eyes? The big girl eyes? Where she’s really excited? She doesn’t- we don’t give her that a lot. Cause she’s cunning. The thing is Sophie’s got so many emotional layers between herself and the rest of the team, that in a setting where she doesn’t have them, it’s great to see that that’s what’s underneath.

Marc: And their lines were so good you didn’t notice the snow I had going in front of that big light.

[All laugh]

Chris: Oh wow! That’s beautiful.

John: Wow, that’s beautiful! We’ll take a moment now, and-

Chris: Yeah, that looks great.

John: That is a director who is thinking about their background. I will say that right now man you- you put some depth into that shot.

Albert: This is- this is Sophie’s death scene, which is I think one of the first scenes we shot on the set. And it was one of those things where everyone came down to watch this. All the actors, even if they weren’t in the scene they came down to watch, all the writers, everyone came down and sat there

John: Most of the background photos from this episode, everyone is in it because it’s this scene, yeah.

Marc: Right.

Albert: But it was great because after Gina does this scene, and she does an amazing job with it, and after Mark called cut there was a round of applause. We all just sat there an applauded.

John: Are these the NATO guys or this- is this the flashback to the Nazis? I can never remember.

Albert: These are the NATO guys and no one ever stops to bother- wonder why NATO guys are chasing a nun.

Chris: Well I always thought that she- they thought that she had the infection of the werewolf?

Albert: That’s right - that is the backstory.

Chris: That’s how I always envisioned it.

John: That is a beautiful shot, by the way.

Marc: Yeah, thank you.

Albert: Shafts of light through the bullet holes.

John: Marc- I remember talking about how to pull that off. Like so do we-

Chris: How did you get the shafts of light through the bullet holes?

Marc: You know I don’t remember what movie, but there are so many movies that are done at night, bullets going through the door. And I even think we had some of that at the end, that originally in. Where like the garage was going to be shot up?

Albert: Yeah. we were going to try to do that.

Chris: Do you remember- how many takes was this? Do you remember?

John: Three. Two or three.

Marc: Yeah, no more than that.

John: Cause I was there that day and you got it- she banged it out first time. It was really a wonderful scene.

Marc: And we also had the XD camera pointed at her, so we can actually see what Nate is seeing on the monitor.

Albert: This- this was a really fun day. A really fun day

John: This is when you feel like you’re making a movie. This is when you feel like- when you’ve got people in costumes and dudes in soldier outfits, yeah. It really feels like you’re making a movie. ‘Oh this is great!’

Chris: [laughs] I love him going back to the character.

John: Yeah he goes back to the character after he explains.

Albert: And you got the sense that Tim was channeling, kind of, years of frustrating experiences with directors into this character and sort of paying them back somehow.

John: Yeah. There is some director out there right now who’s watching this and is like ‘son of a bitch!’

Chris: ‘Oh alright maybe I shot a gun to start a scene. It was one time!’

John: ‘One time!’

[All laugh]

John: So how did you do the door thing? I mean our actors are pretty fearless, did you just tell Gina to stand up against the door and blow up some squibs or what?

Marc: Well I said you know we’re gonna have squibs and we can do it with the stunt and then put you in. And she goes ‘well if they’re not gonna be that close I’d like to do it.’ You know, and I just checked with everybody saying, ‘is this cool, is this safe?’ and they said yeah so she went for it.

John: Where’s firearms? He’s off the set. Don’t worry about that it’s fine, she agreed to it.

Chris: Here’s another example, in typical con movies you show- kinda explain what the con is. And we really- I mean we talk a little bit about- in this one we kinda drop the audience in.

Albert: In the movie con?

Chris: Yeah. You know they steal the movie, you don’t know exactly how it’s gonna pay off.

Albert: Right, you don’t know what the goal is here, but part of the idea is kind of you’re having so much fun on the set, and you also, as we saw in the previous scene, Sophie is sort of outside of the con. She’s indulging her own personal weakness really - her desire to make a move. So she’s as much interested in making a movie as she is in pulling off the con. But then as it progresses and you figure out where this is headed, you figure out the team is trying to have Irena pull the kid into the movie.

John: It’s like the difference between an open mystery and a closed mystery. The old Columbo’s a closed mystery you know who did it and it’s just a matter of chasing them down. This is a closed episode. You’re kinda figuring it out as the bad guys would be figuring it out. And we make the choice depending on what works in each episode. Sometimes we’ll try it one way and we’ll flip it in the script in another. Because sometimes you want the audience to know exactly what’s going to happen because it’s about to get horribly complicated and you want to make sure-

Chris: This one’s pretty simple once you solve what’s going on.

John: End of day it’s to get the kid to the set. It’s not rocket science.

Albert: Exactly, right.

John: Where are we? We’re at Long Beach.

Marc: Yeah we’re in San Pedro.

John: We’re in chilly San Pedro, make sure you get the stocking caps because it’s frigid down there.

Albert: Yeah, we spent quite a bit of time at this warehouse.

Marc: Yes we did.

John: Well we shot two episodes in a row here.

Albert: Right, and then we shot Juror.

John: Yeah, the Juror Job is in the warehouse across the street, right?

Albert: Mm-hmm.

John: And this blow by the way, at the end of this episode was magnificent. It was so big. I was actually in the parking lot because they wouldn’t let us down because it was so big they closed it off.

Marc: Oh yeah?

John: I actually felt it in my car.

Marc: Yeah the heat. I couldn’t believe the heat. And you know, we’ll talk about it later, we even had our actor out in front.

Chris: This- this-

Marc: This is one of my favorite sequences because I was able to get enough coverage to really not cheat it and really feel what Parker was feeling.

Albert: I have to say when I saw that set in real life, it was so grim. The art department did such an amazing job. You walked in and got a wave of emotion.

John: Well they got photos of a Romanian orphanage, did you know that? They went online and got photos of a Romanian orphanage and recreated it on the set.

Chris: But it’s- so what was your approach here, Mark? In terms of making- cause we were having so much fun in this episode, so making sure this landed.

Marc: Yeah I just wanted- I didn’t want to make it too scary, but I just wanted to be in her shoes and use a lot of moving POV so we get the feeling. And just keep it quiet so we could really be with Parker in there.

John: Yeah.

Chris: And the lighting and the color really adds a lot of-

Marc: Yeah we just kept- most of this stuff in this episode, we graded it blue so it’s cold- so it really feels cold.

John: Well in one of the other commentaries, Dean talks about the fact that each episode is sort of color corrected on it’s own theme. And this very much feels like a European orphanage.

Marc: And even you know, our costume designer kept all the kids in gray, drab colors.

John: I suggested drugging them so they’d be more lethargic, but all of a sudden I’m the bad guy for drugging the kids and I wasn’t allowed on the set again.

[All laugh]

Albert: And we ended up dealing- about how many kids did we have again? Like 20?

Marc: 20. 20 kids.

Albert: That’s a lot.

Marc: I started with 8 but Dean said ‘you can’t have an orphanage with just 8 kids’. Okay.

John: That’s like a- a tee ball team.

Albert: That’s one of the great things about working with Dean. It’s like you sit there and think, most producers will come back to you and say ‘let’s make it a little more self contained, let’s make it a little more manageable, use less kids.’ Dean is always like ‘No, let’s blow it up; do a bigger explosion; let’s add more kids.’

John: That’s the great thing about having you know, the studio be effectively your creative partner, is that end of day, he’s going to put the quality of the show ahead of- if it’s a tie between fiduciary concerns and quality of show, quality of show is going to win. Which is not necessarily the situation a lot of other times.

Marc: Yeah and he knows where to spend it on. Which is great.

John: Yeah. Explosions are surprisingly cheap actually. They’re not that pricey. Orphans on the other hand, incredibly expensive. We wound up just going to a supermarket and just grabbing a lot of kids from the parking lot, and returning them at the end of the day before it hit the news.

[Laughter]

Marc: It’s amazing what a bag of gummy bears can do.

John: Yeah, you wanna be in a movie, here’s a bag of gummy bears, and boom. Yeah you know it’s four hours of a day, what are they doing? They’re not doing anything else. And this is also- storing the guns in hospitals and orphanages that’s true, based on a real thing that happened in the first war, during the air war.

Albert: That’s true. This is probably my favorite scene.

Chris: I think that’s something we made up, that turned out to be true.

John: No, no we knew that. We researched that. Albert was a journalist man, he brought the game on this one.

Chris: I feel like we…

Albert: This was probably my favorite scene this episode, it’s such- it was such a delicate dynamic between the two of them, and I remember talking to Beth before the scene saying that I was actually more nervous about this scene than about the explosion which we did earlier in the day, and she was the same. But the two of them together were just amazing.

John: Look at how just delicate she is there, how unraveled she is - how much she’s unraveling there.

Albert: And you never see that from Parker.

John: That kind of dead smile she does, it’s really just the performance- for her it’s the performance of the show, and really the entire season.

Chris: We watched this daily over and over again. We were working on other things and we were all gathered around it.

John: Oh yeah, we had this in the writers room and we must’ve watched it 10 times. Yup. And remember, we’re watching dailies on like a three inch screen on a computer, because we have digital dailies. We’re watching it uncut, only one direction, and we couldn’t stop watching it, it was really fantastic.

Albert: And this was late, this was late in the day.

John: Yeah, well it’s at night guys and you’re outside, duh. [Laughs]

Marc: It was a lot of work, yeah. It was tricky because there was so much noise going on, there were like party boats, and music, and the two of them really hung in there. And Dave did such a good job lighting it, I mean he-

Chris: There were party boats? Like during this incredibly emotional scene there was like ‘Whooo!!!’

John and Marc: Yeah!

John: Behind them, in one of the mixes you can hear [sings].

Albert: Yeah there was some booze cruise going by at one point.

John: That’s one of the things that makes a director really just wanna get a stinger missile and just clear the set.

Marc: Yeah.

John: Remember that chopper? When we shot the pilot? That chopper that just hovered over us that entire outside sequence.

Albert: Oh, in Chicago?

John: In Chicago we had a chopper that just hovered over us for 45 minutes. And it would go away, and we would call action, and it would come back and just circle back over us.

Albert: Was it a traffic copter or-?

John: Yeah. Oh she’s great. Look at her just dissolve when he says that, oh that’s a lovely bit of work. And then she shuts down again. Sorry, I know we have this rule where we’re not supposed to just watch the show, but damn she’s great. And he’s great too, he really grounds it there, you really find there’s a depth to him there and it’s not just a guy with a crush. You know, he’s really trying to help her there.

Chris: And we ride the line between the being flirtatious and brother/sister. There’s always a protection feeling.

John: Well it’s a distinct contrast in that, Nate and Sophie came into this with a sexual component in play. But they had not developed the emotional component, and so it goes wrong on them during the course of the season. Where the entire point was Hardison and Parker come into it from a totally business worker, coworker, and because they have to learn to trust during the course of the season, that’s how their relationship evolves.

Chris: They’re like step-siblings. [Laughs] Could go either way.

John: Step-siblings with a little bit of heat. They’re like Princess Leia and Luke.

Albert: Step-siblings with potential.

[All laugh]

John: Oh man, that’s a really horrible thing. This is great scene that should be incredibly dull, and instead is incredibly interesting

Chris: It’s really dramatically done, with the roundy round.

Marc: Yeah, we did a 360 on this.

John: And again, steadicam or track?

Marc: No, this was track.

Albert: Oh you used the circular track on this, right?

Marc: We used the circular track on this. Cause I think the actors when they first walked into it, they just saw chairs facing each other and were like ‘What? How?’-

Chris: It plays great. You have the equipment-

Marc: I said, trust me the movements gonna make it feel different and that sense of movement is gonna not make it look stale.

John: Now from a directors standpoint, you know how this is gonna cut together. So how do you decide what movement you wanted, how much coverage did you get on this?

Albert: Did you have two cameras going?

Marc: At one time we had two cameras, but they were getting in the way of each other. We had two dollies on the track and then we pulled one. Just because the one- A camera would always have to avoid the B. So you really gotta pay attention, make sure you have a good script supervisor to make sure you’re really nailing every line on camera. Getting two different sizes on everybody, and trying to keep the eyelines right.

John: Yeah. So you- did you wind up doing circular a couple times and then picking up your singles afterwards?

Marc: Yeah.

John: And then just letting Gary hunt, let Gary search for it?

Marc: Exactly. And after, Gary got a feel for the dialogue, he knew when to come off and pick to focus on the other actors.

John: Cause you pull focus a couple times too. And that’s something people don’t know, it’s that the camera operator has to know the script pretty much- better than anybody.

Marc: And god bless, Troy can just pull focus so well, he just nailed so many things.

John: Yeah, there’s a lot of ways that scene should’ve just laid there but instead it’s really dramatic and moving.

Albert: The other challenge we had in this episode was all the different languages we were playing with. We were playing with a set in Serbia, and we had Russians. We had Czechans.

Chris: Russian is sort of the default.

John: Language of crime?

Albert: Bad guys, yeah. We could’ve done that but you know someone out there would’ve complained that we weren’t being truthful.

John: Yeah, no, we got everybody. And the thing is a lot of people don’t know that there’s no central depository for language in film. We have to hunt up people every time and a lot of time-

Marc: Get translations.

John: A lot of actors pretend to be native speakers, but turn out not to be native speakers.

Marc: Well Kathleen speaks fluent Russian so that was helpful. So did David.

John: So did David. So that was great, we really got actors who knew how to speak the language.

Marc: And this is sorta different from Sophie’s, Sophie’s I wanted to be sorta inside the set during her chase, make it feel like it was part of a low budget movie. This we just stepped back and got behind the crew, cause it’s more about the con.

Chris: It’s more about the con. And we’ve sorta seen- we’ve been in the reality of the fake movie already.

Marc: And you’ll see when we track across, we’ll track behind the crew.

Chris: It’s a nice choice.

John: Well, when you’ve been doing it for 20 years.

Albert: The whole idea was that, you know, Irena’s death was supposed to be a counter balance to Sophie’s death. Which Sophie pulls it off nuanced and graceful, and she’s totally over the top and horrible.

[Laughter]

Chris: I love the helmet. Love the helmet.

Marc: Yeah, it was one of my hallmark requests. I had to have the clawed helmet.

John: We got a good 10, 17, 20 minutes of Howl Force, it needs- we really just need like 60 more.

Chris: Now is this- did we have to get a puppeteer?

John: Yes. we needed a puppeteer.

Marc: Yeah this was Pat [Bantor??], our stunt coordinator. We just show him, we don’t even have to hide him.

[Laughter]

Marc: Yeah it’s just like sock puppets and a hat.

John: Because if you have a guy with a sock puppet with a claw on it, that is free.

Chris: What vein did he get? Did he get the carotid artery? What vein did he get?

John: He got the carotid artery. If you have a wolf claw on a stick, that is a union gig, that is a puppeteer, that is an ungodly amount of money.

Albert: One of my favorite moments was when the prop people came over to you with a basket full of claws on sticks. ‘Which is the one we’re going to use here?’

[All laugh]

Marc: Yeah.

Albert: Let’s go with the long claws.

Chris: Takes you back- makes you think back to your days as a journalist, huh?. What a long strange ride it’s been that I’m looking at a basket full of claws.

Albert: Surprisingly I’ve been in news meetings that were very similar.

[Laughter]

John: This is also- I remember when this happened in the writers room cause we were trying to figure out how to end the goddamn show. We realized the trick was to basically end our regular episode in Act 4. And let Act 5 essentially be a free standing act rather than trying to combine the two. Cause remember we came in and took the card off and boom, just that one act all laid out. And then just backtracked for what we needed to set up.

Marc: I thought the woman who played the mom, Stacey Moseley, did a great job. And my buddy from college, David Castellani.

John: Oh, is that the dad? The dad that got his ass kicked?

Marc: The dad that got his ass kicked, yeah.

John: That’s lovely. You can believe that he’d want to go home with her. Everything’s going to be fine. People asked how they get him out of the country. Our guys forged the papers, plainly-

Chris: People have asked that?

John: Yeah, and it’s like do you think the Leverage team does things halfway? No. If they steal an orphan for you, you get all the providence. You get all the documents and yeah. They’re not gonna make you go buy a passport on the black market. That’s half service. And there’s them pretending to be cold in 98 degree weather.

Marc: Exactly.

Chris: Oh yeah, that’s right.

John: And yeah this is where we basically show Parker going off the reservation. And again this is one of the ones that should be seen in the second half of the show, maybe even right after Bank Shot, where you see that they’re gonna start going the extra mile for each other.

Chris: Yeah.

John: And then oh yeah, the choreography of figuring out how she got to the orphanage ahead of them and how far away it was and…

Chris: Yeah it was intricate, it was tricky

John: And that’s why the act break helps. The great thing about an act break in television structure is, it’s like the gutter in a comic book page. The audience- the brain automatically fills in details. That space, by the way, between panels is called a gutter.

Chris: Thank you, thank you very much, I appreciate that. You learn a lot from these commentaries

John: [Unintelligible] guide to understanding comics by the way, it’s a great book.

Chris: It’s the gutter; I didn’t know that. The jump, by the way, from the world of journalism, is the continued page.

John: Really? I didn’t know that.

Albert: Yeah when it says see page A18, that’s the jump.

John: So do you write around the jump?

Chris: You don’t pay any attention to where the jump is.

Albert: No [laughs]. You do pay attention to the fold, on broad sheets, whether it’s above or below the fold.

John: Oh my favorite bit. Bad translation is always amusing.

Chris: It’s always fun.

Marc: Looking in a dictionary,

John: ‘Make your tomato shiny’ and then just going out ‘okay let’s go!’ she plainly has no plan here. Parker is running utterly on instinct which is something she doesn’t do and it’s great to see her out of control. Completely working on emotion.

Chris: ‘Sadden you.’

John: ‘Men will sadden you’ yeah. There you go, ‘c’mon kids, let’s go’. The kids were great by the way, didn’t have a lame kid. One kid was kinda...

Marc: Yeah. One kid was a little problematic, but otherwise.

John: Nothing like firing a five year old.

Chris: This one you probably don’t want them to be too smiley, I’m guessing.

John: Well we told them, actually, that their parents had really died, and that really sold it.

[Laughter]

Chris: Here’s our fight.

John: ‘Oh shiny tomato’. And then there was the whole ‘we can’t do the fight scene in front of the kids’ so we had to move the fight scene outside, yeah. Beth worked hard for this, she did a great job.

Chris: She’s great.

John: That’s- again the actors really love doing this stuff. Because you know what you do in a lot of other TV shows? You carry a briefcase and talk about how the client isn’t guilty as you walk from one house to the other.

Marc: Right

John: And then the star goes and has a good scene.

Chris: And Albert great payoff to the wounding with the fork.

Albert: Yeah, the way she pushes into his shoulder.

John: Yeah a lot of people miss that, that’s actually how she gets the upper hand, is she pushes into the wound from earlier in the show.

Albert: Yeah.

John: Bang! She’s using her knees, using all the hard parts of her body. That’s actually an Israeli fighting style. ‘Okay!’ and then she comes back in and everything’s great.

Marc: ‘Let’s go! C’mon!’

Chris: Here we go, saving an orphanage.

John: No that’s actually the- god what’s it- is it Sabra? What’s the Israeli fighting style?

Chris: Krav Maga?

John: No, it’s a slightly different style, it’s a commando style. It uses all the unbreakable parts of the body that Charlie gave her. Cause that’s what she would use, she would use strike points rather than brute strength. Again, thorough- oh and what would you do with a staircase full of orphans, as the song goes.

Marc and Chris: Yeah.

Marc: We- we cast, as those three thugs, stunt guys, because later on they’re going to be quite close to an explosion. And I thought they did a pretty good job, they made it work.

John: They were appropriately thuggish. They’re men who live by violence, and hence they’re comfortable with it.

Marc: Yeah, exactly.

John: I love how- he doesn’t mention he got his ass kicked by a girl there, by the way.

Albert: The internal choreography of this was interesting too because it was one thing to write it in the script, and then you get to the location and you had to readjust it all to make use of the existing architecture there.

John: Yeah, that was you and I in that trailer outside the embassy, once we’d been to the location going ‘okay there’s no second level, there’s no staircases’, yeah.

Albert: Yeah. And then we just adjusted as it works.

Marc: Here we don’t even have to see Eliot kick somebody’s ass, you just know.

John: Yeah you just know he’s kicked an enormous number of orphan stealing, gun running asses. I wanted the door to come off the hinges but you wouldn’t do that for me. That was very selfish of you, just saying. You were too busy blowing up the place to really focus on the smaller details.

Marc: Yeah, exactly.

John: This bus is great, by the way.

Chris: Yeah, really made great use of this bus.

John: There’s the effects moment. And, by the way, she acts the hell out of that.

Chris and Marc: She does.

Chris: She reacts almost as if she’s been hit.

John: And it’s a lovely- I love the little ‘screw you’ read from Sophie, that’s very nice. With the X’s, it’s all set up.

Albert: And I don’t know if I ever noticed that the reason she throws herself against the opening is to protect the kids.

Chris and Marc: Yeah.

John: Yeah it’s one of the little, again, details of your creation. You build a character and even if you don’t consciously register it-

Marc: And you just get the little look from Nate in the rearview.

John: Boom, and that’s kind of a badass move there as Hardison walked in- walked by. That’s nice.

Albert: This thing- we were, what 100, 125 feet from this and the heatwave was unbelievable

Chris: Was it really?

Albert: Oh, it was just-

John: this is the second time we’ve set off a major explosion in the most important port in America with little or no permission.

Chris: Now what’s- this is cork? A lot of that’s-

Marc: Yeah, it’s a lot of cork,.

Albert: The debris was cork, right. But it was a gas explosion,

John and Marc: Yeah.

Marc: But we were initially gonna blow door- fake garage doors, but we just avoided them and just had the explosions go off. And here we make the villain suffer.

John: It’s like somebody does our gloat for us there. Cause usually we have a gloat moment, and it’s really the bad guy- and then we get the money come- by the way, how did you get the money to rain down from the sky? Cause in the pilot, remember when we tried to do that? It took us all day.

Marc: It’s took forever.

Chris: Did you have somebody on a ladder-?

Marc: He was a 12 step ladder, and it was, ‘more to the left, more to the right’.

John: Young directors, don’t have stuff rain out of the sky. It’s not worth the time or effort.

Marc: Yeah

John: You know, it’s one shot. Yes, this is how we explain-

Chris: That bus is perfect.

Marc: And notice that we didn’t have children so we just put curtains in the bus so you didn’t have to see them. The first line they say when they get there ‘they’re all asleep’.

Chris: Right.

John: As one would be after escaping from an orphanage and seeing an explosion, right?

[All laugh]

Chris: Sure.

John: You’d collapse in exhaustion from relief.

Chris: Strangers take you away from your orphanage, you’re going to sleep.

John: [laughs] Really? You’re going to sleep, you’re gonna take a nap. Cause you don’t know what’s coming up the next day.

Chris: Oh it works, it works.

John: It’s fine!

Albert: This was the second unit directed by Jonathan Frakes.

John: Jonathan Frakes, who was doing the next episode, was nice enough to pick this up. And that’s basically the shoe string budget that a lot of these movies are made on by the way. It is ATM based filmmaking.

Marc: This is a nice funny moment.

John: Yeah, she wants the footage. For her reel- I love the idea that Sophie’s got a reel.

Chris: Yeah

[Laughter]

John: Oh and so hurt, so betrayed. I think Tim drops it seriously here. We were saying how it started in one episode and it spread throughout all of them.

Marc: Yeah, right here. Here it is.

John: Yeah and Eliot trying to dodge responsibility. And again a nice- a second nice moment up here. It’s tricky you wanna, you know. We’re making pulp. We’re making pulp television, not even genre pulp. You want to do heart but without walking on it, and this is a great scene.

Marc: This is a really nice scene, she plays it well and so does he.

John: Pissed off is the right choice there, it’s actually kind of nice.

Marc: And how can you be mad at that?

John: Except when she misses her calls and then you want to kill her, but… and then the goofy- and that’s the thing he’s got in his acting vocabulary, he’s able to take the edge off the fact that he’s a very imposing, good looking guy.

Chris: Look and the nice ending shot that goes up, and the Haagen-Dazs.

John: Nice shot with the Haagen-Dazs.

Albert: And that’s the Stork Job.

Chris: And anything else?

John: This is where you get to say something- anything you want to say? Oh and ALbert! You- did you have a family member in this episode?

Albert: My daughter was one of the orphans, she was in the red overalls if you wanna go back and check.

John: And by the way we kept saying should we have a Korean orphan,

Albert: There are actually a very large number of Asian orphans in Serbia, they were- we didn’t get into the facts behind it, but it’s factually accurate.

Marc and Chris: Factually accurate.

John: Nothing like using your own daughter to further your career, nicely done. [Laughs]

[fuck-customers]

birthday girl

**the names i use in this are random, not on purpose or for privacy reasons I just can't remember what their names were now**

i used to work at a restaurant which was not super big by any means but living in a small town it was usually super busy from friday through saturday and in order to get a table you need a reservation. So this one girl made a reservation for about 22 people for her birthday which basically took up the entire main floor of the restaurant

I'll start with the biggest kicker which was that her friends were the one who booked the reservation, but they wanted it to be a ""surprise"" so they put it under a fuckin' fake name. so imagine about 10 people coming into the restaurant saying that they are part of Taylor's reservation, except the only name we have down for 22 people is something like 'Charlotte'. At least 3 people that night cussed me out and tried reporting me for "losing a reservation" even though 1) I don't handle taking reservations I just seat people and 2) THEY WERE THE MORONS WHO PUT IT UNDER A FAKE NAME

Then the birthday girl shows up with two of her friends, sees about 10 people she knows standing there and is like "oh is this my birthday party?" and her friends literally glare daggers at me and these girls, all of them about two years younger than me might i add (so about 15 yrs old), start bitching at me for not seating them and ruining the surprise, even though again THEY PUT IT UNDER A FAKE NAME

Now remember how I said it was about 10 people standing in the lobby? Not 22 like the reservation said? Well that was a surprise for me to find out that half the reservation didn't show up till about three hours later. That's right we had 12 seats that sat empty for 3 hours because the snotty birthday brat wouldn't let us use their tables. There was a family of three at the door that waited for half an hour and we literally asked the birthday girl like "look, its a grandmother a mother and a baby they'll be out of here in less than an hour just let them-" and then she cursed at us again saying that she reserved them so they were hers to use. So that family of three ended up leaving and the tables once again sat empty.

To summarize her guests, they were the type of people that thought the staff were slaves and her moronic mother bitched at me consistently through the night that staff kept trying to seat people at the empty tables and when I told her "im sorry but we have a lot of walk ins tonight and it really doesn't look good when we have to turn away people at the door and just about four tables sitting empty" and she, in one of those 'im going to say this reeeeally slowly so you get it' voices "well then maybe the staff should listen the first time when we tell them that these are our fucking tables and we don't care if people are waiting for them. if they aren't apart of our party, they. don't. eat. here" and that summarizes the first time in my life that i have wanted to snatch a customer bald in the middle of my shift

and PS, out of the other 12 seats from the reservation there were maybe 4 people that showed up about an hour before we closed, after the birthday girl and company had left, meaning that these people literally waited so long to get there that the birthday party was already over and yet still were like 'yep we are apart of that reservation' and the other 8 seats were never seated the whole night

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and how everything revolves around our soft boys, Andrew and Neil

before this begins: neil is not a josten, but a hatford. this is set in a remote town in california, and andrew has pink hair because he wanted renee to test it on him

(part two)

andrew joseph minyard, for all intents and purposes, does not want to associate himself with Anyone, if he could help it. 

he does his group projects so efficiently, his classmates deem him the lifeguard to all group projects

he avoids having to sit in lunch with anyone save for renee and aaron, if he can

he’s always on the rush to get home because he can’t take just using pain meds to get rid of the horrible, horrible feeling of disorientation 

he also has this long-standing dislike of jocks bolstered by either of 3 things: a) he’s a natural genius, b) he’s gay, and c) aaron had to assault one for getting andrew roofied at the freshman mixer.

ENTER: neil abram hatford

neil and kevin are new to The States. being friends since neil was eight (when kayleigh finally settled down from bumming around in ireland), kevin and neil were basically stuck to the hip. 

they transferred to the US when kevin finally landed himself an exchange program in california, neil because he could, kevin because of his dad, and both because they were tired of the ravens at their old boarding school

as soon as the school year starts, both of our lovable idiots join the soccer team (sorry, no exy :( ). they take the same spanish class, the same history class, and even have the same lunch blocks. so basically, they do everything they did back in the UK

so technically second year debate team genius Andrew Minyard shouldn’t actually care about first year exchange student and jock Neil Hatford

here’s the kicker

neil and kevin are in the GSA. this is fact, like his parents’ divorce when he was seven is a fact. neil wanted something new. new continent, new experience, he says as he watches the same movie with kevin for the nth time.

in the GSA are our upperclassmen, third-years renee, matt, dan, and allison. katelyn is there too. 

wymack, gym teacher, b-ball coach, and dan and kevin’s dad, is in charge of officiating it, but abby, the school nurse, and betsy, the guidance counselor, drop in much more often than he does.

neil is also in need of a tutor. this is also a fact, like his failing grade in biology is a fact.

renee is on the debate team, says matt’s text when neil decided to text him on the matter because kevin was no help. she’s really smart, and she knows people who’re really smart.

no, replies neil when he had a moment to process what matt was suggesting. absolutely not.

but he seriously had no choice. his mother kept asking around for his grades and he couldn’t just lie to her like neil could lie to everyone else.

so, on an afternoon without soccer practice, neil made his way down to the library, the debate team’s HQ or so matt called it.

imagine andrew minyard, minding his own business, accusing renee of abandonment for skipping debate meeting, then blinking up at the soft murmur of, “excuse me”. here stood some auburn-haired guy with a nice facial structure and incredibly blue eyes, looking directly at andrew like his tight shirt wasn’t distracting at all. in an accent that andrew knew was british, the guy asks, “is renee here?”

andrew does not freak out

he waves his phone screen at the dude’s face. “skipped out. i can take a message.”

neil: oh, okay. just tell her that neil came by for that favor from matt.

andrew: and you couldn’t just text her

neil: sorry, who are you?

andrew: her best friend. what’s boyd’s favor.

neil: nothing big. he says i should come to her for tutoring but really, the idea’s shite anyway. i’m fine.

andrew: what subjects are you failing

neil: as of now, biology and english literature

andrew: aren’t you english?

neil: har. anyway. i need to get going, sorry for bothering.

imagine both their surprises when andrew says, “you better be clear for the afternoons. and saturdays”

it takes neil a few minutes before he realizes what andrew was suggesting. 

honestly, he’s kind of relieved? he doesn’t not like renee but she’s kind of… 

let’s just say she scares him.

“are you sure?” neil asks. “you don’t even know me.”

“you’ll be paying me.”

“… fair point. thanks then….”

“andrew. i’ll text you the amount i’ve decided on.” he hands his phone to neil, and very pointedly does not look at how neil’s muscles flex as he lifts andrew’s phone to his face as he inputs his own number into andrew’s log book.

smooth little fucker, this boi

you’ve never seen anything this subtle in your life

imagine andrew sitting at his usual table, watching the library doors close behind a guy he now has the phone number of, a guy who is now andrew’s full priority during his vacant times in the afternoon. and saturdays.

ignore aaron as he walks past andrew’s table with three books in his arms, whispering, “watch it, joseph, your feelings are showing.”

“fuck off, michael.”

[burnside9droski]

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Mmk. I’ve just chugged my first glass of cheap champagne. I’m ready.

I’m also going to preface this post with I’m on about 3 ½ hours of sleep today. So if this post goes a little sideways, (more than usual) I semi-have an excuse.

I actually overslept for work for the first time this morning. I woke up at the time I usually LEAVE the house. I woke up from a dream that I was trying to get to work but I’d just had a nose job (right) and my mom had showed up randomly. When I told her I couldn't stay home with her, we both started crying. She yelled that I didn’t want her there and didn’t love her and I kept yelling, “THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEAN, IT’S JUST BAD TIMING!” I kept trying to call work and let them know I’d be late but the phone wouldn’t dial out… Finally my supervisor walked into the house and I exclaimed, “Hey! I’ve been trying to call! I’m running late! Can I come in at 10:30 instead?!”

My supervisor responded with “Ooh, that doesn’t really work here. You should google Anne Galina.” (not a real person) “She got fired last year for trying to come in at 10:30.”

The fuck is wrong with my brain?

In real life, I woke up at 7:58, texted my coworkers that I was on my way, tried to ignore the sleep lines (had one down the center of my face ONTO MY LIPS) and made it to work by 8:35.

My supervisor was cool about it and said because I had gotten to work so early yesterday, I should just stay 10 extra minutes into lunch and call it good. She’s amazing in real life.

So that was the start of my day today.

Thankfully the phones were semi normal today. Yesterday was filled with the usual assholes that try to act like they don’t know why their water was turned off. It usually goes like this:

Me: “Thank you for holding, how can I help you?”                                                    Random Dumbass: “Uh, hi. I guess my water was turned off? Can you see why?”

Me: “Yup, looks like you haven’t paid your last two bills for the last 4 ½ months.”

Random Dumbass: “Oh, I had no idea despite getting multiple notices. So what do I have to do to get my water back on?”

Me: “Um. Pay your fucking bill?”

Random Dumbass: “Oh. Like with money?”

Me: “Preferably.”

Random Dumbass still acting like this has never happened before despite my being able to see on their account they’ve been turned off every month for months: “OK, I paid it. How long until the water is back on?”

Me: “Oh, it happens instantly. I say a special fairy chant, sprinkle some magic glitter into the air and then your water comes back on!”

The irritation when they hear, “It’ll be on by 4:30pm today” is amazing. They get really indignant. “You can’t give me a specific time?”

Nope. Sure can’t, ya fuckhead. Reminder: I didn’t get your water turned off. You did by not paying your goddamn bill. Don’t yell at me.

I had one guy yesterday exclaim, “I would have to pay an after-hours FEE to have my water turned back on?”

When I told him it was that or wait until the next day to have his water turned on, he muttered, “Oh, so AAAAAANYWAY you can SCREW US, right?!”

Sure.

Then when he agreed to the fee, he said, “OK, and who can I complain to?”

I so desperately wanted to say, “I can transfer you to someone else who gives a shit?” and then hang up on him.

Everyone can suck it.

The hotel was pretty lame last weekend, too. I only got busy towards the end of Saturday night with a group of chaperones that had 35 fourth graders in their care. They were parents of some of the kids on the trip and had been on a bus with them for 12 hours that day. So I definitely understood the multiple, multiple drinks.

The kicker?

At one point a couple cops strolled up to the bar and informed them that they had gotten multiple calls from some kids trying to reach their parents.

Sigh.

Now, do you think this stopped any of them from continuing to drink like assholes?

Oh, no no no.

Whatever. I took their money and smiled because all I could think about is how much their day was going to suck knowing they had a 6:30am checkout time on daylight saving’s night where they were also going to lose an hour of sleep.

Thanks for stopping byyyyyyyyyy. 

Anyway. That’s about it for this week. Looking forward to blacking out this weekend in order to block out this last week. Finally got my stitches out on Tuesday and the surgeon gave me the go ahead to get new teeth in a few weeks.

I’m super excited but also really cautious. I’ve done all of this before. It’s almost like you were left at the alter once and now have to plan another wedding. Lot of trepidation...

But hey. Still hopeful. And tipsy. Best combination.

Until next time!

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Edson Barboza Vs. Dan Hooker or: Speed Vs. Cunning

While there is plenty of MMA action scheduled over the next few days, the co-main event of the UFC’s card might be the most exciting fight of the weekend. Edson Barboza is a known commodity—he kicks extremely hard and fast, and he can do it over and over until his opponent’s insides are pulp. Dan Hooker, meanwhile, is a bit more of an undercard star, quietly building up a head of steam and a following amongst hardcore fans. For Barboza, this is the first non-wrestler he has met since 2017 and a chance to shine once more. For Hooker it is the most dangerous opponent of his career but the chance to leap from fringe Top 15 fighter straight into the Top Ten talk.

Since going up to lightweight, Hooker has done a wonderful job of deconstructing dangerous strikers. Take, for instance, Hooker’s UFC lightweight debut against Ross Pearson. Pearson is long in the tooth, but still good at what he does: slipping and countering; he has one of the nicest inside slips and counter left hooks to ever grace mixed martial arts. Hooker did everything you want to see a Pearson opponent do. He threw high kicks and front kicks to the face, making Pearson cautious about ducking or slipping. Hooker jabbed Pearson when Pearson stood upright or pursued with his head in place, and feinted whenever Pearson felt like he had a read on Hooker. He scored heavy low kicks when Pearson was out at range. When Pearson finally began to crowd Hooker a little more effectively, and used his head movement to stay inside of Hooker’s tremendous height and reach, Hooker timed a dip and met Pearson with a knee.

Marc Diakese was acrobatic and explosive, a thunderous knockout puncher and a deviously fast kicker, but Hooker bamboozled Diakiese at range. From the get go Diakiese was ready for a fire fight and when Hooker would show him the glimmer of a shoulder feint and Diakiese would leap into a counter kick that came nowhere close.

Hooker slowed the pace down, drew Diakese out with distance and feints, and made him look very average before submitting him in the third round. Most recently Hooker starched the very highly regarded Gilbert Burns in a higher paced affair where he took a few more shots than usual.

This is what makes this Barboza fight so interesting: Hooker likes a lower pace and a longer range, while all of Barboza’s problems in the cage have come against opponents who have crowded and flustered him. Hooker was the one calling for this fight so he must have some ideas, but a measured fight at long range seems like the type of bout that Barboza—with his insanely fast power kicks—can show his best looks in. Either Hooker will have to change his usual game up and get on the front foot, or he will have to beat Barboza at his own game which would certainly be a feat.

The wheel kick is almost synonymous with Barboza now. He sets it up as a counter to the opponent’s forward motion by retreating to draw the opponent on. This makes it more likely that he will have a target than if he went at the opponent trying to spin on the lead. Kevin Lee, Khabib Nurmagomedov, Anthony Njokuani, and Terry Etim all walked onto this kick.

The UFC’s show this weekend is headlined by a rematch between Kevin Lee and Al Iaquinta. Iaquinta won the first fight back in February 2014. Beef with the UFC kept Iaquinta on the sidelines for almost two years after a questionable split decision victory over Jorge Masvidal in April 2015, but Iaquinta stepped in to fight Khabib Nurmagomedov on short notice at UFC 223 and won tremendous goodwill from the MMA fanbase and media. So much so that with only one victory in the last two years—over the ghost of Diego Sanchez—Iaquinta is inconceivably ranked as the No. 8 lightweight in the world on the UFC’s official rankings. A stark reminder that the UFC rankings are voted for by just 14 men and none of them really know what they’re doing.

Kevin Lee, on the other hand, has gone from strength to strength since the first match with Iaquinta. He reeled off four victories, but then suffered a TKO at the hands of Leonardo Santos in December 2015. In recent years Lee has submitted Michael Chiesa and Francisco Trinaldo, technically knocked out Jake Matthews, and bludgeoned Edson Barboza into a mercy stoppage, with a solid performance against Tony Ferguson in an interim title fight in the middle.

Yet with one good right hand, Iaquinta could steal all of Lee’s work and leave him behind. That is Iaquinta’s gift: good wrestling and a monstrous right hand. While Lee is a powerhouse wrestler in his own right, he had a good deal of difficulty getting Iaquinta down on his terms in the first match. Lee’s striking is slowly catching up to the potential of his freakish 80 inch reach, but he is still fairly hittable on occasion. Yet Lee’s kicking game has looked strong of late and Iaquinta really is limited to the right hand for the most part. It is a decent fight for a Fight Night card.

Bellator Hawaii

The rest of the weekend’s action comes from Bellator, who are hosting a pair of cards in Honolulu. Hawaii has always had a strong MMA fanbase and has a great history of significant fights. In Rumble on the Rock, Jake Shields, Anderson Silva, and Yushin Okami fought in a welterweight grand prix, and B.J. Penn took on a young upstart named Takanori Gomi and taught him that he’d have to be more than a blanketing wrestler if he hoped to be the true number one lightweight in the world. In fact, the current UFC featherweight champion, Max Holloway can’t do a single interview without calling for UFC: Hawaii, so Bellator will certainly be banking some goodwill from MMA fans with this move.

On Friday night, the consensus best lightweight outside the UFC, Michael Chandler will meet Brent Primus for a long, long awaited rematch. In June 2017 Primus challenged Chandler for the title, but the champion turned his ankle and found himself on the end of one of the strangest losses in Bellator history. The referee didn’t allow the fight to go on and sort itself out—the standard procedure when a fighter suffers an injury—but instead called a time out and ushered in the doctor to examine the ankle. The doctor called off the fight but calling a time out for anything but a foul is pretty much unheard of in MMA.

Fans would have been skeptical if Primus stepped in and finished Chandler as Chandler was injured, but the referee didn’t even allow that to happen, so Primus has wound up looking like a paper champion. Moreover, Chandler has been staying busy but it has taken 18 months to get Primus back into the cage for the rematch. But Primus is a gigantic lightweight, a good wrestler and a powerful kicker, there’s nothing to say he can’t make it happen again if Chandler can’t put him away.

On Saturday’s card, Hawaii’s own Ilima-Lei Macfarlane defends her flyweight title against Valerie Létourneau. It isn’t a match up that is going to set the internet ablaze but Létourneau is tough and always good for a scrap, and Macfarlane has arm-barred her last three opponents and gone 7-0 since signing with Bellator. Not a bad turnaround for a woman who first found MMA fame after her legendary mismatch against The Soccer Mom. She even won her title via Dead Orchard—an arm bar made famous by Nathan Orchard which is completed by triangling the legs over the opponent’s shoulder rather than by passing the leg over the head.

A UFC legend is set to make his Bellator debut on Saturday’s card as well. Lyoto Machida’s best days are in the rear view mirror but he might still have it in him to beat former Bellator middleweight champion, Rafael Carvalho. Middleweight is Bellator’s weakest division and it is likely that they want to set up a largely unnecessary rematch between champion Gegard Mousasi and the aged Machida.

We have written extensively about Bellator’s welterweight tournament and how it might just be the best thing going on in MMA. Friday’s card finally gets the tournament moving along as Neiman Gracie and Ed Ruth open up the second bracket. Ruth is considered the Daniel Cormier of the tournament: an incredibly accomplished wrestler with dynamite in his fists, but also largely untested in MMA. It would not be at all surprising if Ruth were to run all the way to the finals based on his potential but it would still be a tremendous feat. Neiman Gracie, meanwhile, has quietly picked up the mantle of the Gracie name in MMA and while he isn’t as well known as Kron Gracie he has done good work in Bellator so far.

A solid weekend of fights all around, and if that’s still not enough for you, Invicta and Cage Warriors are both putting on events too. Get back here Monday and we’ll discuss the best bits.

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Edson Barboza Vs. Dan Hooker or: Speed Vs. Cunning

While there is plenty of MMA action scheduled over the next few days, the co-main event of the UFC’s card might be the most exciting fight of the weekend. Edson Barboza is a known commodity—he kicks extremely hard and fast, and he can do it over and over until his opponent’s insides are pulp. Dan Hooker, meanwhile, is a bit more of an undercard star, quietly building up a head of steam and a following amongst hardcore fans. For Barboza, this is the first non-wrestler he has met since 2017 and a chance to shine once more. For Hooker it is the most dangerous opponent of his career but the chance to leap from fringe Top 15 fighter straight into the Top Ten talk.

Since going up to lightweight, Hooker has done a wonderful job of deconstructing dangerous strikers. Take, for instance, Hooker’s UFC lightweight debut against Ross Pearson. Pearson is long in the tooth, but still good at what he does: slipping and countering; he has one of the nicest inside slips and counter left hooks to ever grace mixed martial arts. Hooker did everything you want to see a Pearson opponent do. He threw high kicks and front kicks to the face, making Pearson cautious about ducking or slipping. Hooker jabbed Pearson when Pearson stood upright or pursued with his head in place, and feinted whenever Pearson felt like he had a read on Hooker. He scored heavy low kicks when Pearson was out at range. When Pearson finally began to crowd Hooker a little more effectively, and used his head movement to stay inside of Hooker’s tremendous height and reach, Hooker timed a dip and met Pearson with a knee.

Marc Diakese was acrobatic and explosive, a thunderous knockout puncher and a deviously fast kicker, but Hooker bamboozled Diakiese at range. From the get go Diakiese was ready for a fire fight and when Hooker would show him the glimmer of a shoulder feint and Diakiese would leap into a counter kick that came nowhere close.

Hooker slowed the pace down, drew Diakese out with distance and feints, and made him look very average before submitting him in the third round. Most recently Hooker starched the very highly regarded Gilbert Burns in a higher paced affair where he took a few more shots than usual.

This is what makes this Barboza fight so interesting: Hooker likes a lower pace and a longer range, while all of Barboza’s problems in the cage have come against opponents who have crowded and flustered him. Hooker was the one calling for this fight so he must have some ideas, but a measured fight at long range seems like the type of bout that Barboza—with his insanely fast power kicks—can show his best looks in. Either Hooker will have to change his usual game up and get on the front foot, or he will have to beat Barboza at his own game which would certainly be a feat.

The wheel kick is almost synonymous with Barboza now. He sets it up as a counter to the opponent’s forward motion by retreating to draw the opponent on. This makes it more likely that he will have a target than if he went at the opponent trying to spin on the lead. Kevin Lee, Khabib Nurmagomedov, Anthony Njokuani, and Terry Etim all walked onto this kick.

The UFC’s show this weekend is headlined by a rematch between Kevin Lee and Al Iaquinta. Iaquinta won the first fight back in February 2014. Beef with the UFC kept Iaquinta on the sidelines for almost two years after a questionable split decision victory over Jorge Masvidal in April 2015, but Iaquinta stepped in to fight Khabib Nurmagomedov on short notice at UFC 223 and won tremendous goodwill from the MMA fanbase and media. So much so that with only one victory in the last two years—over the ghost of Diego Sanchez—Iaquinta is inconceivably ranked as the No. 8 lightweight in the world on the UFC’s official rankings. A stark reminder that the UFC rankings are voted for by just 14 men and none of them really know what they’re doing.

Kevin Lee, on the other hand, has gone from strength to strength since the first match with Iaquinta. He reeled off four victories, but then suffered a TKO at the hands of Leonardo Santos in December 2015. In recent years Lee has submitted Michael Chiesa and Francisco Trinaldo, technically knocked out Jake Matthews, and bludgeoned Edson Barboza into a mercy stoppage, with a solid performance against Tony Ferguson in an interim title fight in the middle.

Yet with one good right hand, Iaquinta could steal all of Lee’s work and leave him behind. That is Iaquinta’s gift: good wrestling and a monstrous right hand. While Lee is a powerhouse wrestler in his own right, he had a good deal of difficulty getting Iaquinta down on his terms in the first match. Lee’s striking is slowly catching up to the potential of his freakish 80 inch reach, but he is still fairly hittable on occasion. Yet Lee’s kicking game has looked strong of late and Iaquinta really is limited to the right hand for the most part. It is a decent fight for a Fight Night card.

Bellator Hawaii

The rest of the weekend’s action comes from Bellator, who are hosting a pair of cards in Honolulu. Hawaii has always had a strong MMA fanbase and has a great history of significant fights. In Rumble on the Rock, Jake Shields, Anderson Silva, and Yushin Okami fought in a welterweight grand prix, and B.J. Penn took on a young upstart named Takanori Gomi and taught him that he’d have to be more than a blanketing wrestler if he hoped to be the true number one lightweight in the world. In fact, the current UFC featherweight champion, Max Holloway can’t do a single interview without calling for UFC: Hawaii, so Bellator will certainly be banking some goodwill from MMA fans with this move.

On Friday night, the consensus best lightweight outside the UFC, Michael Chandler will meet Brent Primus for a long, long awaited rematch. In June 2017 Primus challenged Chandler for the title, but the champion turned his ankle and found himself on the end of one of the strangest losses in Bellator history. The referee didn’t allow the fight to go on and sort itself out—the standard procedure when a fighter suffers an injury—but instead called a time out and ushered in the doctor to examine the ankle. The doctor called off the fight but calling a time out for anything but a foul is pretty much unheard of in MMA.

Fans would have been skeptical if Primus stepped in and finished Chandler as Chandler was injured, but the referee didn’t even allow that to happen, so Primus has wound up looking like a paper champion. Moreover, Chandler has been staying busy but it has taken 18 months to get Primus back into the cage for the rematch. But Primus is a gigantic lightweight, a good wrestler and a powerful kicker, there’s nothing to say he can’t make it happen again if Chandler can’t put him away.

On Saturday’s card, Hawaii’s own Ilima-Lei Macfarlane defends her flyweight title against Valerie Létourneau. It isn’t a match up that is going to set the internet ablaze but Létourneau is tough and always good for a scrap, and Macfarlane has arm-barred her last three opponents and gone 7-0 since signing with Bellator. Not a bad turnaround for a woman who first found MMA fame after her legendary mismatch against The Soccer Mom. She even won her title via Dead Orchard—an arm bar made famous by Nathan Orchard which is completed by triangling the legs over the opponent’s shoulder rather than by passing the leg over the head.

A UFC legend is set to make his Bellator debut on Saturday’s card as well. Lyoto Machida’s best days are in the rear view mirror but he might still have it in him to beat former Bellator middleweight champion, Rafael Carvalho. Middleweight is Bellator’s weakest division and it is likely that they want to set up a largely unnecessary rematch between champion Gegard Mousasi and the aged Machida.

We have written extensively about Bellator’s welterweight tournament and how it might just be the best thing going on in MMA. Friday’s card finally gets the tournament moving along as Neiman Gracie and Ed Ruth open up the second bracket. Ruth is considered the Daniel Cormier of the tournament: an incredibly accomplished wrestler with dynamite in his fists, but also largely untested in MMA. It would not be at all surprising if Ruth were to run all the way to the finals based on his potential but it would still be a tremendous feat. Neiman Gracie, meanwhile, has quietly picked up the mantle of the Gracie name in MMA and while he isn’t as well known as Kron Gracie he has done good work in Bellator so far.

A solid weekend of fights all around, and if that’s still not enough for you, Invicta and Cage Warriors are both putting on events too. Get back here Monday and we’ll discuss the best bits.

Edson Barboza Vs. Dan Hooker or: Speed Vs. Cunning syndicated from https://justinbetreviews.wordpress.com/

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With a spiritual kiss of "we'll meet again," I leave a sleeping Karu with a promise to bring home a pasalubong.

Pasalubong may be translated into souvenir but all the pure gentle love and homely coziness of the word is sacrificed, so here: pasalubong.

Today I traverse an unfamiliar path.

So much excitement!

I haven't felt like this in a long, long time. As expected, I overestimate time. I'll probably reach our meeting point very early haha

2018-11-24 09:06 Philippines Saturday

Someday, these new babies will grow a little more like this.

The Rotarian commandment slab. My mom and dad both contribute/d to this goodwill organization with blood, sweat, and tears.

Oh damn I didn't notice the smell until I looked closely. It's a dead dog's body. Looks like it was torn to pieces. Did somebody want something from its insides? The face is gone.

Cruel. I wonder what happened? And why?

Century City Mall. I reach my destination! More insight and discoveries await.

I like his brand by the way. It fits my practical needs and suits my masculine style.

All that's left is wait. Malls usually open at 1000 and this one does too apparently.

And then Isla texted me if we can meet at 1030 instead. (I thought I told her I'd be on free data haha I hope she checks her FB. Can't respond via SMS.) Sure can! This is exactly why I brought Hudson.

To Karu:

2018-11-24 09:39 Philippines Saturday

Isla's running late HAHAHA

It's unusual if on foot or within campus, but definitely usual on the road. Road plus car means heavy traffic. Hahahaha

The entrance lights are so cute, but I still think it's a waste of electricity and energy.

Five more chapters and I'm done with this book. I've decided to stop still for now though. Let the tales sink. Suck it in. Take in the environment around me.

Breathe.

Feel.

Focus.

2018-11-24 11:00 Philippines Saturday

I had the most interesting talk with Theodore today. HAHA

Ever since that day I impulsively expressed that I thought he was a chill person and I feel easily comfortable around him, he never gave up on trying to get along with me despite my seemingly cold and antisocial nature.

I'm very grateful for that. I haven't had a more one on one talk with him than this so it feels stupid yet heartwarming HAHAH

Karu's been having a lot of bloody nightmares lately. So this is what an experienced fighter can dream about. Vivid sensory pain and lucid fight sequences.

2018-11-24 11:26 Philippines Saturday

Isla and I will get noms first.

A fascinating concept. Well, the concept of a food court is old, but the way they pulled it off is new! I thought it was just one restaurant!

And wit, there is wit everywhere! The number one social language: humor.

sneakpeekLET ME IIIIN!!

okay back to food court

I am so proud of Isla. She's quitting work to pursue med schooolll CCOOOOOLLL

We talked about everything over lunch. Also the future potential Peak resident psychologist thing. She pointed out that ethically, it's not recommended for people with close association with each other to be psychologist and patient due to conflict of interest and high possibility of dependency.

I'm now wondering if it's actually God's gift that I am antisocial.

But I must be careful about this matter. I've been bothered about this topic for years. Because to my experience, most toxic feelings root from a sense of alone-ness and as cheesy as it sounds, sometimes all you need is a friend. 

Then again, a psychologist is not a hired friend. I think the better thing to do is be kind and maybe also a friend, but must focus on helping the patient make other friends, generally.

Open and widen their horizons.

On to books. There’s time!

There’s a lot I wanna showww 

also a dead fly I found n a back cover

iSN’T IT JUST AMAZING HOW THEY MANAGE TO APPRECIATE the ART OF TELLING A STORY SHORTLY ON ONE PAGE?

2018-11-24 12:00 Philippines Saturday

A LOT HAPPENED

I deviated hahahaha I didn't paint Karu as the horizon.

I painted the horizon as something in his perspective. So you could say he IS the perspective.

Early in our relationship, I used to share my anxiety to him and told him I'd be so happy to die holding hands with him.

And breaking up once in our relationship (it was a wise decision too—due to his need to clarify his own feelings on his own first), I told him how I'm happy to see the horizon beside him, "holding hands or not."

The horizon being the vision, the future, the hopes and the dreams that we move towards.

2018-11-24 16:19 Philippines Saturday

Pasalubong! A grasshopper, because he used to be nicknamed "Tipaklong" back in the varsity team (arnis, basically a wooden extension of the arm. Simply, stick arts.) Or was it back in taekwondo days?

Tipaklong is grasshopper, as you may have already guessed, and he was called that because he's swift and light on his feet. More of a kicker.

We had bloody fun today.

So much love.

My appreciation for Isla is immeasurable.

2018-11-24 18:00 Philippines Saturday

Watching Karu sleep soundly while I prepare dinner for us feels so comfy. 

This is my treasure.

It's warm in the heart. I'm happy when I see him rest because he usually barely does. And it's self-destructive.

As the second eldest in our siblings, I always had a sense of fulfillment and ease when my siblings (even the eldest brother) were at ease. 

I remember fanning my little sister Nynaeve to sleep when there was a blackout. Also patting her thigh lightly in a slow rhythm to help her get to sleep. 

I'd tell Justice (the youngest brother) stories and trivias that kept him interested, curious, and full of wonder with life until he got to sleep. 

I'd ask so many questions to Kevin, whether he knew the answer or not and watch him be passionate about some things, especially mechanical apparatus or toys.

Sigh.

Life is hard. But God is good.

2018-11-24 20:00 Philippines Saturday

An unexpected guest of Karu's is here. I quietly stepped out of the house to hang around at my secret spot again.

I don't feel hatred. Or sadness.

I'm just in my quiet space at the moment. Although I am taken aback by the (I'm sorry to say) unpleasant surprise. (I though we discussed that any guest must be given the headsup first whether it's a good time to visit here or not. Apparently it only applies to Karu, oh well x_x)

(Yknow, actually, Karu probably only forgot because he's busy tending to himself. I understand because he's currently depressed.) I'm still staying out here though. I don't wanna have to deal with people right now.

I'm making distance to give it more thought, and see a better perspective.

Karu's depressed and prefers to keep away from me. Since Gallagher is more than welcome to be in his presence, maybe that will be best.

I have a tinge of envy but I think this could help Karu sleep better.

I'm way calmer with facing my heavier moods now. That's good.

Monsters, of course, never really disappear. We don't get to destroy them. Destruction only leads to more destruction.

We don't lose our monsters. We just learn to live with them better.

Must never forget to pray.

Walking is so liberating!

2018-11-24 23:05 Philippines Saturday

Karu asked to read my entries and of course I let him.

Karu tried to explain. He said that towards myself, like to Theodore and Job, he feels like a moving-forward person. So it becomes difficult at times that he's facing a problem that he doesn't feel ready to confront yet. This is the difference with other people, who don't know his stories yet, so he can freely talk about past stuff.

I cried a bit, and tried to hide it since he didn't have to know, but he found out the truth anyway, from realizing that, in this case, he cannot rest in a place like me then.

I've become a walking irony. I'm the one who always tells him to rest, but apparently he cannot because he feels too driven to take the move forward around me, leaving behind the important patient wait for the heart to catch up.

We cleared it all out in the later half of our conversation though.

Turns out Karu has a fear of being vulnerably at his worst around me. He feels that he will destroy me like he did to other people.

He feels like I don't deserve to witness his shitty parts.

But destruction is a two-way thing. There's stimulus, and then there's reaction. He can't take all the blame for "destruction." Breaking up for example is not a full reason to lead to a person's psyche to fall apart. That didn't happen to us. In fact, it only made our individual identities stronger and more solid.

God does not allow man to separate what he has put together. For a sacred union to fall apart, there is only one reason: a severe lack of faith.

I told him he's just gonna have to trust me.

I shared how it's also difficult for me to find the words or even just the voice when I'm being shitty. But we have to strive to tell our story anyway.

That's the thing about trust.

Trust doesn't have a certain guarantee. It's a leap of faith.

I told him that I married both his two sides, I married a beautiful bipolar musical man, and I want to get to know both of them, even the shitty parts, so I can understand and give love accordingly.

I am glad that he feels somewhat better, although he is still in his down. I like how he's started to open up a little and I feel like we're closer now than ever before.

I encouraged him that when I see his shitty sides, I don't really think how shitty it is. It actually reassures me and I think, "oh, he's just as human as I am."

We hug the “night” with many lofs.

2018-11-25 03:00 Philippines Sunday