#god I need to stop drinking black tea at 10pm I’m actually in fucking hell rn

[soullessjack]

the cw is doing the wrongest thing ever not horribly milking and beating the dead cash horse cow of supernatural with shitty animated spin-offs and crossovers because literally . Like okay. you have these guys this little dysfunctional found family right. We can do that we can put them with any other silly squad going on adventures. We did it with Scooby-Doo, we can do it with the justice league or good omens or some other shit . especially good omens they’ve got more ties. But like not only is it a huge part of spn that Our Heroes are deeply flawed and yknow dysfunctional, maladjusted , generally unwell and textually having a reputation as Those Fucking Guys That Keep Fuckin Shit Up All The Time And Don’t Stay Dead.. they’ve also just done the worst shit ever, both legally and morally they have a lot of fucked up shit under their belts and the thematic response to that is basically “your honor my client didn’t mean it 🥺” or smth smth whatever influenced them to be stupid , which is also funny bc if you tried to use their in-universe justifications like soullessness or a biblical murder curse or evil monster goo .

There’s a reason sam and dean were admitted to a ward when they were honest about their problems is all I’m saying. But anyways. Like imagine , you’re the justice league or the avengers or some other Ostensibly Good team that’s pretty squeaky clean and accountable to its screwups, and bingo bongo crossover event ur meeting these guys that already have a reputation for being seemingly-unkillable bastards — bonus point is the normal world regards them as “satan worshipping serial killers” — and you learn all the fucked up shit they did (which I will not be detailing because it’s almost 6am now and they’ve done too much for me to remember) . And to all of that, to genocide and nurse drinking and telekinetic nonbeliever torturing and demon murder spreeing , these pricks have the audacity to say shit like “well see we didn’t mean it and everybody makes mistakes and that’s the magic of free will and family ^_^”

Idk I’m tired .this isn’t coherent but do you see my vision anyways . Suffice it to say I think Amanda Waller would have the most insane beef with tfw2.0

[giasonesdream]

Dubious Documents~Part 2: The Phone Number

Read Part 1: The Anonymous Message

→Excerpt: “You both watch as your friend disappears into the the small crowd towards the bathroom.’She seems a bit drunk.’

‘And you seem a bit sober.’ If you guys are going to state the obvious…

‘I didn't catch your name.’ Yoongi is ever the persistent one, isn't he?

But you could be just as stubborn. ‘I don't think I threw it.’ You take a small sip of your Rum and Coke. You've been nursing it, not in the mood to get completely plastered (nothing to celebrate and all that jazz).

This seems to humour Yoongi, who only leans against the table, eyes trained on you and smirk at the ready.”

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“It wasn't your best work.” Wendy takes another calculated sip of her Long Island Tea, avoiding your eyes. But what did she know? She was just a news broadcaster. She didn't have to write shit or form her own words- just read them.

You suck your teeth, letting her criticism roll off you because no one asked for her opinion in the first place. But, if you're going to be honest with yourself, your friend is right. It wasn't your best article. They can't all be stellar, though. And it was good enough for your editor to publish it, so you reason it probably wasn't absolute garbage.

“Whatever. It's done with. I can move on to the next piece. Maybe I can do an update on the election-”

“Minseok is already covering it. Unless you want to talk to the hicks that are supporting him.” Your friend scoffs, a thick sound to fill your ears as she scrunches her face. “God, can you believe there are people actually in support of that Ass-Backwards Westerner? He says he was born here but if you don't live more than half your life here, who are you to say you know what the Meng people need? He should go back to-”

“Wendy,” you interrupt with a cautious lilt to her name. “Remember what your profession is and how many Teas you've had and the fact that you're in public.” You say the last part close to her ear through a clenched jaw. The last thing you need is for one of your closest friends to get fired for being open about her political bias.

She rolls her eyes, nonetheless. Who let her have three glasses of alcohol? “Please. If Anderson Cooper can do it, why can't I?”

“Anderson Cooper is gay and American and cute. You're none of those things.”

You smirk as she blanches at your insult. Payback for giving her unwarranted opinion on your latest story.

“Um, I'm so fucking cute,” she argues. “I wouldn't be the face of MBS if I wasn't.”

“The cutest.”

If you weren't surrounded by sounds, the deep voice speaking behind you would have been a fright. The voice fits in perfectly, though. Exactly what you would expect to hear while at a busy bar on a Friday night. You turn just as Wendy makes eye contact with the nameless other.

At first glance, the stranger is...attractive enough. Even in the dim lighting, you can tell his hair is brown rather than black. His bangs hang over his forehead, parted down the middle. And even with infinite shadows coming from every direction, his skin looks almost ghostly, the faintest tones of melanin in smooth alabaster. He holds Wendy's gaze for a beat before blinking down to you. There isn't a smile on his lips, but his expression looks taunting, menacing...other words that mean that.

“I thought you looked familiar,” the unknown other says. His words are directed at Wendy, who is already spouting off about something, but his eyes linger before giving your friend the attention.

“But, uh, what's your name?” Wendy finally ends. You fight an eye roll because you can hear the flirtatiousness in her inflection. You rather not have to deal with that tonight.

“It's Yoongi. Nice to meet you, Wendy.” When his focus is back on you, he smiles. “And you are?”

“Confused.” You feel the force of Wendy's fist on your right shoulder before you register the pain. The motion knocks you closer to Yoongi, who is quick to catch you before you stumble too far. Not like you couldn't get your bearings quick enough (people, seriously…). You turn to glare at her, giving a pointed look that clearly screams “What the hell was that for?” She only grins with widened eyes.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” announces a clearly intoxicated Wendy. She tries her best to not stumble when she slides from her chair, but...there was an effort. “You better not be gone when I get back.” She addresses Yoongi as she passes. “Don't be too worried of her. She's harmless.”

You both watch as your friend disappears into the the small crowd towards the bathroom.

“She seems a bit drunk.”

“And you seem a bit sober.” If you guys are going to state the obvious…

“I didn't catch your name.” Yoongi is ever the persistent one, isn't he?

But you could be just as stubborn. “I don't think I threw it.” You take a small sip of your Rum and Coke. You've been nursing it, not in the mood to get completely plastered (nothing to celebrate and all that jazz).

This seems to humour Yoongi, who only leans against the table, eyes trained on you and smirk at the ready.

“Can I help you? I'm not gonna let Wendy go home with you.”

“Oh, I didn't realize I needed your blessing.” He bites his lip just as you roll your eyes. “I actually came over here for you.”

Not impressed, you stay quiet. Maybe he'll leave if you seem intimidating enough. “Wendy won't give you her blessing, either.”

Dammit, he still seems unfazed. “So you're not interested?”

Is this Yoongi character hot? Yes. Does his voice sort of make you wonder what it sounds like first thing in the morning? Abso-fucking-lutely. And is his unperturbed demeanour eating away at your insides in a pleasing way? Possibly. But-

“A bar is the worst sort of cliche place to meet someone. That's a trope I can't get behind, unfortunately.”

He mulls over your words, pouty lips pursed. Why the fuck are they so plump? He shrugs, then. “So then meet me not in a bar. Maybe in the daylight? Maybe somewhere alcohol-free?”

The shit is fucking charming, and- are you smiling? Stop it, idiot.

He holds a hand out. “Here. I'll give you my number and the choice can be up to you. How's that sound?”

Sounds really fucking good, is what it sounds like. Even still, you pretend to think it over for a second before grabbing your phone and unlocking it for him.

The calluses on his fingertips may have sent a shiver down your spine. Shit, when's the last time you've been on a date? Jesus, can you stop thinking about his hands like-

“So, Y/N…”Yoongi starts, face like stone when you meet him. “You got my message. Why didn't you respond?” He proceeds to show you the screen of your phone, your email opened to the anonymous message asking to meet with Kim Namjoon.

Your mouth opens and closes, unable to form words at the situation unfolding. “That...I-”

“It may have seemed like a request,” Yoongi continues. His tone dips as he leans forward. He's close to your face, sure that he only wants you to hear what he has to say. “But Namjoon wants you. He picked you specifically for this.”

“For what, exactly?” The questions you had a week ago come flooding back.

Yoongi shakes his head. “I can't really answer that. But all I know is that he likes your writing style. No one really sticks it to their own readers like you do.” He smiles again, but it feels dirty and dark. “Kinda ballsy of you, eh?”

“But-”

“So, now that I have your attention,” starts the other. He takes in a deep breath, reaching a hand behind him to grab something out of his back pocket. “Namjoon wants to meet you at this location.” He places a small card on the table, sliding it towards you. On instinct you take it, and Yoongi nods. “Good. You're going to meet him at this location on Sunday at 10pm. Got it?”

“What if I don't show up?” Some part of you kicks your own ass for trying to level with him.

He only laughs, however. “You'll show up. Namjoon gets what he wants. So you can either take yourself there.” He rounds the table, standing in front of you and making sure his lips are on your ear. “Or I can help you get there.” He pulls back a hair to observe your face. “Understand?”

You don't dare move even though your being wants to lean away from him; just a nod.

“Good. Either way, I'll see you Sunday.”

Just as he leaves, a light covers you and you exhale a breath you didn't know you were holding in.

The sound around you feels muffled, like you're in a glass box, on display. Had anyone else noticed that?

“He's gone!” You hear Wendy whine when she finally makes it back to the table. “You just had to scare him away, didn't you?”

You laugh. Not out of humour, but it's loud and a bit wild. Scare him away, she says. Wendy only rolls her eyes.

You take a bigger gulp of your drink, somehow reveling in the ice that hits your lip. What do you do? What do you say? Kim Namjoon, notorious Mafia Boss wants you for something and he likes your writing style (the “humble brag” subreddit is gonna have a field day).

Before you know it, you take another drink and it's gone.

Journalists never get anywhere by playing it safe, right?