#tell me later bc I’m caught up rn

[exopelagic]

okay facing consequences of my actions

[sleepyjuice]

toxic!rafe will blow your phone up the second you post something on instagram that he’s ‘iffy’ about.

you posted a photo dump which consisted of some random photos of the beach, some of your friends, one of you and rafe of course, but the one that had rafe seeing red was the last slide, which was you in a bikini. he texted you several times at first, and while you were literally typing your response, he called you. your fingers were typing so fast to respond to him that you accidentally declined the call, and he did not like that. you immediately went to call him back, but another text from rafe rolled in, saying ‘fuck you don’t talk to me we’re done’ you sighed loudly, knowing damn well he was talking out of his ass right now, so you sat back and waited for the inevitable next string of texts to roll in. which they did, only seconds later.

rafe <3: do you get off on making me mad or something

rafe <3: like i’m racking my brain trying to understand why you do the things you do and that’s all i can come up with

rafe <3: and i see at least 4 guys have already liked your post like that’s crazy to me?? thought i told you to block all the guys that followed you?? of course you didn’t

rafe <3: also who even took that pic of you??? bc i know damn well it wasn’t me so who the fuck you posing for with your fucking ass and tits out? WHAT THE FUCK

rafe <3: DO NOT PUT YOUR SHIT ON DO NOT DISTURB answer me rn.

rafe <3: nah it’s cool actually i’m gonna go hit up my other gfs so you have a good night.

you rolled your eyes at that last text, deciding to fully turn your phone off. you knew he would likely try to text or call you again very soon but you didn’t want to deal with it right now. this wasn’t your first rodeo, you knew nothing you could say to him right now would calm him down, so letting him freak out on his own was the best method to his madness.

three hours had passed since you turned your phone off. you had caught up on some reading and turned on your current favorite show, but found yourself interrupted by a knock at your front door. you expected it to be rafe, but instead it was a large bouquet of your favorite flowers and a gift bag. you glanced around to see if rafe was lurking around, but saw nothing. when he freaked out over text and was able to reread his actions, he usually waited a bit longer to show his face as opposed to a verbal argument.

you brought the flowers inside and set them on the counter before grabbing the card attached to the side of the bouquet.

sorry we argued. you are so beautiful and i love you so much. got you a little gift and sent you some money for food and i set your appointment with your nail girl for tomorrow at 10. love you forever baby -rafe

you couldn’t help but smile just a little. the flowers were beautiful and the note was pretty sweet, so you chose to ignore the part where he said ‘we argued.’ you didn’t get a word in, but you let it slide. especially after you opened the gift bag to see the new dior bag you had been wanting.

you hurried to turn on your phone, immediately seeing a $500 apple payment from rafe as well as a new text from a few minutes ago.

rafe <3: hope you like the flowers and bag baby. love you! :)

you: i love them. thanks rafe, love you too

rafe <3: good to hear. lmk what you end up getting for dinner and i’ll pick you up tomorrow to take you to your nail apt. can’t wait to see you baby

you would order yourself dinner that was obviously way less than $500, but you would send rafe a picture and thank him again. you’d facetime him before bed and conversation flowed like nothing had even happened just hours before. he’d ask you what color nails you were getting, tell you funny stories about the old men at the country club and excitedly plan what you two were going to do the next day. the cycle seemed like it would never end, but you often forgot about the bad when he was talking so sweetly to you and all you could think about was how excited you were to see him tomorrow.

[coffeeghoulie]

PLEASE GIVE US DRAG TALK CONTENT

I’m going to post the ten pictures tumblr will allow and then go on a huge ramble under a read more bc goddamn i think this was the best weekend of my life.

Also, fuck tumblr bc I had this whole thing written out (on my phone, nonetheless) and it went poof up in smoke gone. Motherfucker.

I wore jutty’s own shirt to the first night bc I thought I was being funny. He walked past me and a few of my friends after the show, one of whom, Celine, runs the dt discord, and had gift bags for everyone in the band with trinkets from people who made things, myself included. She caught his attention and gave him the bags to distribute, and I was just shaking bc holy shit he just brushed past me in a crowded lounge and my hands were starting to shake (I was surprisingly okay during the show) I got his attention and gave him the bracelet I made for him that said "jutty taylor cyber bully" and he lit up when he I gave it to him and he smiled so fucking big when he noticed what shirt I was wearing.

He told me that he was happy the shirts were "getting new lives" but it still pained him to part with them lmao. I thanked him and explained that it was a "birthday gift" for myself; he did the fundraiser on my actual birthday. As soon as I said that, he pulled me into a side hug and I hit Celine with the biggest "deer in headlights about to be run over please send help" panicked expression lmao. He then proceeded to use my shoulder as an arm rest while he talked with Celine. I normally have an issue with people doing that to me, but I've said "anything for you, mr taylor" and I fucking mean it

I got a picture with him later and bc we were out of the cramped, loud bar, I was able to apologize about rambling in his twitter dms about losing my contact lenses and freaking out over the shirt potentially being lost. I did also get to tell him my name (he knows my legal name for shipping purposes) and told him that I didn't tell him that it was Dot earlier bc my parents and I share a po box and they don't know who Dot is. He turned to me and looked me in the eye and told me that he was very glad the shirt got to me.

When we took the picture, I swear to god, I could feel his stubble against my forehead where he leaned his head against mine and part of me will be on that street corner forever tbh. It's my phone lockscreen and I usually don't like looking at myself but holy fuck its proof it happened

I watched him smoke after the show both nights and ohhhhhhhhhh my god. It is now proven that I can in fact Behave In Public. It was an Ordeal. (you can't blame me, he threw his head back to blow smoke and furrowed his brow in concentration when he lit up. YOU CANT BLAME ME)

I did some touristy shit before the second show and impulsively bought jutty a novelty gift shop shirt to give to him afterwards. I watched him unfold it and just laugh when he saw the design. He thanked me up and down bc he actually needed a shirt and immediately left the group of people waiting to talk to him to put it somewhere he wouldn't lose it.

I am being dead fucking serious rn. I'm pretty much only on tumblr and discord. If a picture of jutty in a dark blue shirt with dinosaur skeletons on it surfaces somewhere online. DO NOT FUCKING TELL OR SHOW ME. I WILL ACTUALLY PHYSICALLY PASS AWAY. I GENUINELY MEAN IT.

Jutty was so nice and gave me a real hug after the second show when my uber was pulling up and I asked kind of quietly for one. He thanked me for coming pretty much in my ear and I just as politely and quickly as I could shoved my face into his collar and took a deep fucking breath and thanked him for everything. (i was also a lil distraught it was over and genuinely needed the hug tbh. i cried in the uber bc i was upset and also bc I was afraid I was being pushy again but I think I was just exhausted, if he didn't want to give me a hug he wouldn't have)

I cannot. CANNOT. even begin to explain how good jutty smells. He smells so fucking good. I think the dt twitter has said what cologne he uses, but once I assess the damage I just did to my bank account with this trip, I will be buying it.

I was able to give Hayden his bracelet after the first show, and he was super sweet and super animated when he talks and he got a little closer to my level (I am v short and it was very loud in that bar). I gave him a condensed version of my airport hell and that this one show had been worth it all, never mind tomorrow's; he seemed surprised people would fly out somewhere they've never been just to see the band. (He was reminded by a friend of mine that Australians flew out for the LA show lmao) But Hayden was super nice and so smiley, I wish I could have watched him play more at the second show but the stage was so small that Ross and the bassist who filled in for Eliot (whose name I'm drawing a blank on rn sorry 😭) stood right in front of him. He put his bracelet on the moment I gave it to him and I stood there shaking like "he likes itttttttt." WAIT SHIT I FORGOT TO SEE IF HE PLAYED WITH SHOES ON OR NOT. FUCK.

The band hung out at a sports bar after the first show, so me and a couple people hung out with Neil and he's super nice and so funny and showed us a peek at the yeti taylor merch that just dropped. He also stuck his head into the Vietnamese place next to the second venue and went "oops wrong door" lol

I didn't get much of a chance to talk to Ross or Matty, but Matty helped me get merch and Ross gave me a high five at the second show. Next time, mark my words, I will have a conversation or two with them, they were both so sweet.

I'm really glad I got to meet everyone who came, too. I got to meet a bunch of people I'd been talking to for months online and we were fucking troopers in line, dealing with the fuckass weather. Worth every second spent in soaked shoes imo. But it was so much fun and I still have to unpack but I am cherishing every little trinket I got.

I was incredibly nervous about being in a city I'd never been to alone, but I would do this trip again in a fucking HEARTBEAT. (i also said something along the lines of "pspspsps mr taylor could you please consider Chicago for next time mayhaps??? 👀👀👀 So Dot doesn't have to deal with flight cancelations and layovers and delays and midnight arrival times????" and he threw his head back and laughed and told me that Chicago is his kind of city so 🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞)

[audi0med1c]

Hey girl! Found you on tumblr! (I have the same icon on AO3 😋)

Just wanna say how much I love reading "Is It Over Now?". It's the first story I go to when I finally get in the reading mood!! ❤

I'm trying to avoid looking too much at your page rn cuz I haven't caught up and I don't want spoilers. 😆

You're a writing fiend! How do you keep your 'writer's block' at bay?

Thanks girl! 🫶🏼 I do recognize the icon😉

and the BIGGEST thing that keeps my writers block at bay is the fact that I have a creative collaborator for this story, @darkomen-carey (🙌🏼🤍🫶🏼🫠🥰)who I can always reach out to and tell her the scene I’m stuck on and why and then talk thru it together. Usually it’s because I’m struggling with conveying the proper emotions or HOW to bridge a scene into what’s coming next / how to setup other characters/their mindsets/etc. (and more often than not the solution is her giving me a virtual BONK over the head telling me I’m waaayyyy overthinking or over complicating whatever it is for no reason😭)

Having someone able to talk through things and give feedback or ask questions that help me formulate better visions in my mind is not only helpful but WAY more fun and enjoyable than struggling alone racking my brain for the right “thing/ dialogue/ scene” I can’t figure out.

**PERFECT example: I’ve struggled with writing a lot of Clarke POVs this deep into the story because it’s HARD for me to justify her mindset, how she can be SO OBTUSE and blinded to Lexa’s struggle and true feelings. (I don’t think you’re quite at this chapter yet or maybe you just passed it, the struggle/writers block hit hard writing Clarke’s bath tub spiral following the vegas trip/mall encounter) But @darkomen-carey relates to her better than I do and helps tell me what sort of things would likely be going through Clarke’s mind to drive her actions… and even threw together a quick visual for me (posting it below👇🏻) to help remind me of “how it all looked to Clarke” leading up to their breakup…. what triggered her paranoia spiral and this new lens she started seeing Lexa through that she’s not been able to really switch off since…..that really helped me settle into Clarke’s mind better to write her scenes.

She also sends random images/edits that either apply to later parts we’ve already discussed, therefore helping establish that scene/visual better for me once I get there, or inspires a new scene entirely bc I want to include those image somehow.

honestly my little celebrity idiots consume my thoughts and attention at ALL TIMES (to the detriment of most everything in my real life) so it’s just a constant loop of scenes and dialogues playing out, so whenever I do finally have time to sit down and write I’m never wondering WHAT happens next but more which scenes am I plucking out in what order… how to bridge them together the right way… what planned arcs/scenes maybe don’t make sense without adding on a bunch of other chapters haha

👇🏻The Video by @darkomen-carey showing “Prequel” Clexa spiral/ Clarke’s descent into paranoia that eventually lead to the breakup and why she views Lexa the way she does where the story picks up 2yrs later:

[horsetailcurlers2]

YET ANOTHER long and obnoxious stream of my thoughts while watching greys anatomy for the first time (SEASON EIGHTEEN bc i’m nearly caught up!)

-i don’t like teddy and owen getting married but teddy looks really cute

-why did it take me a ridiculously long time to remember who the fuck nick marsh is

-why would he ask her to marry him a THIRD time after her second no

-this is a really interesting storyline about the racial assumptions still being the bases of some diagnostic formulas. i remember a science teacher in middle or high school trying to tell us that black people have less nerve endings which is such an insidious myth

-i don’t know how i feel about blonde jo you guys. it’s a little disconcerting. like when ur a little kid and your dad shaves his beard for the first time and it makes you cry

-i like that the show gradually got a lot more queer over time

-“she’s like my sister. you’re like my sister” IS IT ADDISON? IS ADDISON COMJNV ???? my love

-i’ll forgive the cheesy dialogue bc she looks great

-ik it’s a logistics thing with the actors but it would make a lot of sense if jake was here working on uterine transplants too considering he was really interested in it when he was introduced in PP. like, i feel like it would just make a lot of sense for this clinical trial to be a joint endeavor, especially considering he’s the fertility specialist

-addie’s scrub cap!!!

-while i’m at it, i really wish we’d gotten addison scenes or mention when derek died. this elevator scene is great and i love it but i think it’s often minimized how big of a part addison played in his AND amelia’s lives. like obviously i get it. it would be weird to bring up your brothers ex wife in front of his grieving widow but in my head i think addison could have really been there for amelia because they could have shared memories that meredith wasn’t there for. and at the time meredith had no interest in grieving with amelia. like, they were together for a decade and a half. just because they’re no longer married doesn’t mean that death wouldn’t have hit hard. especially because mark is gone too.

-“there was tension” yeah and they should kiss about it

-they forgot how to write addison a little bit. also the convo with amelia feels really ooc. i get it’s showing how the pandemic fucked with everybody’s mental health but “truly hate” is a bit much and …. “i hate that for you” ???????? what

-my bestie tom looks good with a little gray in his hair

-ooh! meredith is in her kicky heeled boots era. love it

-i really like maggie’s hair this season

-bailey’s timeline is so fucking confusing. she was still a resident in seasons four and five (which span one year) which means she must have only been a fourth year in seasons 1-3 (also one year). yet she’s seen having way more authority and autonomy than any other class of residents had at her level. and she’s always going on and on about how she’s responsible for shaping and teaching meredith and her year of residents… which yeah sure but not in a very large capacity until maybe later on bc she was only a fourth year resident when they met. i’m so lost.

-i’m getting a little tired of the random car crashes you guys

-i’m not invested in link/amelia tbh but jo/link doesn’t interest me at all. none of the relationships are interesting rn

-oh my god this scene with all the blood and the waterfall on the podcast is so unsettling. there’s no way they’re going to continue the webber method after this

-i know it’s not going to happen and i know this makes me sound like a horrible person but god i would love it if hayes left and owen died in this car rn

-OH MY GOD OWEN TOTALLY KILLED THAT GUY AND HE TOLD HAYES BC HE THOUGHT HE WAS GONNA DIE, RIGHT? is that what they’re hinting at with hayes bringing up mercy killings to meredith? bc that would make this boring episode interesting to me

-link has a right to be upset but he’s pissing me off. he’s rewriting history and hasn’t been listening to amelia at all since the initial proposal

-didn’t they used to do m&m s in a much bigger lecture hall?

-i think the show was not necessarily less cheesy and melodramatic in season one but i will say that the cheesiness and melodrama was much more fun when everyone had flip phones and they were playing tegan & sara and the script in the background. not to mention everything is far too well lit and high def now it makes their bad choices look less sexy.

-now that farouk is older he looks really familiar. i’m trying to figure out what else i’ve seen him in

-“she’s ruined every good thing in my life” i feel for link, i really do, but i am so done with his whining.

-little ellis looks SO MUCH like ellis senior it’s insane. a+ casting

-owen sucks (x9)

-i was just reminded of that time in the earlier seasons when teddy and cristina’s patient wanted physician assisted suicide or something and owen got all weird and angry about it and overstepped a bunch. and now look at what he did. huh

-bailey needs to take several hundred seats

-addison looks so good !!!!!!!!

-do you guys remember a couple of seasons ago when jackson wasn’t gonna do that new bottom surgery for the trans woman and catherine yelled down the hallway “jackson avery!! i thought you were woke!!” ? that’s me rn but with teddy.

-am i supposed to like link??? is it an unpopular opinion that i don’t

-i feel like kai doesn’t vibe with kids and i think they should be up front about it before things get more serious

-i would play boggle with teddy :(

-ooh they’re using songs from the early seasons’ soundtrack

-let her LEAVE!!! why is nobody else taking any responsibility for the state of things. this in no way should fall on meredith’s shoulders. bailey especially! i get that she’s stretched too thin but that’s part of the problem.

[caffeiiine]

OK HI SODA HI HI HI I HAD IDEAS FOR THE V3 REWRITE THAT I WANT TO SHARE (IDK IF U WANTED TO SEE THE GENIUS IDEA FOR THE REWRITE WITH THE OC BUT ILL SEND THIS AND THEN IF U WANNA SEE JUS TELL ME) ANYWAY !!!

ok i dont acgtually have too much but!! but but but i do have some ideas right

as of rn ive got two survivors (korekiyo, kokichi), a potential mastermind (miu?), chapter 3's first victim (kirumi), chapter 3's second blackened (korekiyo), and chapter 5's victim (rantaro). idk if this is good or not biut like !!!! ebehebh !!!!

miu being the mastermind is something i had for my own rewrite like with my oc but also i really like the idea, we could also have her do something with kiibo at some point like install a virus on him or wtvr that would make him kill someone? because she operates on him in the game anyway so having her do so and then have that fall into place later but like not give him time to say somethingabout it is really fun to me

kirumi i dont really have a reason for her being the first victim other than im a sucker for kirukiyo and i think he'd be pretty distressed that she died (im being very self indulgent here but we can change this if u want to, idk ur opinions on kirukiyo so !!! its up to u), we could also do something where the murders happened at almost the exact same time so he could have saved her if he had just been somewhere instead of trying to kill someone for his sister to have another "friend" in the afterlife

kokichi i want to live because i love him. end of explanation

rantaro i wanted to die at some point but not at the start, in part bc i love him but also because i think itd be really interesting if he was killed in ch 5 instead of kokichi because he has a lot of importance too, right? so i think a killing with him could be just as good, he could have helped the killer because he wanted them to try to find out the mastermind during his trial or something idk. still in speculation but i think it would be cool

as for like, protagonists and stuff, i have zero idea, but !!!!!! i think it would be super mega awesome to have both kaede and shuichi survive but also that is like not possible because kaede's death made shuichi actually be able to be good and smart at things and not feel bad IDK WE CAN FIGURE THIS OUT AT SOME POINT BUT HERES MY IDEAS SORRY THIS IS A LOT OF PARAGRAPHS

starting out i’m gonna be all over the place with this <33

first off: THE KIRUKIYO ISEA IS SO COOL THO honestly i never thought of that ship, and im not a huge shipper myself outside of bsd so im super neutral about most ships <33 so yeah!!!! we can ahve kirukiyo!!!! i like that!!!! :3 <- since you asked about my opinion on it

ALSO ARE YOU IN MY HEAD OR SOMETHING. MIU MASTERMIND!!! MIU MASTERMIND!!! or if not a mastermind, then in the very least a killer. i can’t tell you how many times i’ve ranted to my rl friends about how miu should’ve gotten to kill somebody. like ik in canon she was supposed to be the killer for 4 but that got swapped last minute but SHE SHOULDVE BEEN ALLOWED TO KILL SOMEBDIY and yes yes yes yes yes she should do something with kiibo that’d be very fun

YOURE SO CORRDCT ON RANTARO BTW his character generally suffers from the fact he was killed off way at the beginning, and ugshdh he could have done. so much. if he was left alive a little longer. i’ve said this before but that’s a common issue just in general with the type of game danganronpa is especially with the writers not adjusting the arcs for their allotted time which causes me PAIN. yeah leave him alive for longer for sure. and oooo i like rantaro, i think he could go either way being a killer or victim. especially if at the end of it all no matter how it goes down, hes wrong. whether he kills the wrong person, or if he’s caught in the middle of a planned murder and happens to be collateral damage/the mistaken victim while he’s trying to go after the mastermind and either way their only lead to the mastermind is now just gone

one of the things i do really like about v3 despite all my criticisms against it, is the fake-out protagonist. i’m not saying we have kaede die again or shuichi goes in her place, but i think it’d be cool to include something like that with one of the cast members? maybe kaito? idk im throwing things at the wall rn but basically im trying to figure out a way to have a character haunt the narrative like kaede did

yeah i ahev no clue about protags either yet, we can always just figure that out down the line sometime🎉🎉🎉

also side note but i propose to throw out the real fiction plotline or whatever it was called that v3 went down in the game, thoughts?

also also second unrelated side note: do we have to keep the 3 survivors? not like the literal characters, just the number. like obviously we wont have everyone survive, but idk let’s not confine ourselves to a number yet

for my input regarding cases: in no particular order/killer - ryoma -> victim/survivor ; himiko -> killer/victim [i think it’d be cool to have her as a killer but i’m not sure how she’d even go about it or even why] ; tenko -> victim ; tsumugi -> killer [i think her execution would be super interesting] aaaand i ahve yet to think about the rest

inout regarding survivors: idk i really want angie to survive and i am shooting you with shinounaga found family propaganda

anyways!!! give your opinion!!! sorry this took me forever to type!!!!!

[soobnny]

imagine this:

you and beomgyu used to date during trainee days but broke up due to his busy schedule. fast forward to the present day, your debut team is mentored by txt and they help you strengthen your bond as a team, and help you become an all rounded idol. this however also means that you have to spend a significant amount of time with each of the txt boys alone. the members have grown quite fond of you and one member has developed…feelings?! beomgyu is having NONE of it!

no bc u are SOOOOO right. beomgyu is 100% the jealous type like no one can convince me otherwise and he’d be so annoying about it too ! 😂

ok but also imagine the tension when they first see each other again bc i don’t imagine it to have ended badly since they share the same goal and Dream but also how AWKWARD would it be to have someone u used to date mentor u and try to act so indifferent with the cameras rolling or the staff like i’m in tears .. would probably pull u aside to ask how u r and that he’s happy for u tho bc Beomgyu is a sweetheart and i love him (either that or he lets his pride win and doesn’t approach u until much later on)

kai strikes me as the one who caught feelings OH 😊 he offers u a water bottle? beomgyu hands u a whole liter like u can immediately tell something is up n ure trying ur best to keep it down LOW bc u r not abt to let everybody know of ur history right here rn ..

he’d be so sweet tho like constantly checking on u and asking u how’s it like and really offering advice that has helped him bc he’s been through it ALL and does not want u to go thru similar hardships when he knows how to avoid them or at least lessen the blow. at the end of the day, just rly supportive of u and one hundred million percent still has feelings like they’re BACK in full business after seeing u again esp when u’re in the same company building

[taeiun]

HIII im sending it here bc. i j love the matching pfps we’re so cutr ☺️ i would say to myself that i was gonna write this then sit there and watch all the videos i could find of love sign instead 😭😭 anyway i’ve done it now 👍 Bonnie and Clyde, Bonnie and Clyde, one night Who cares, who cares…. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SILLY!!!! screen cuts to black then one of our songs starts up in the bg as this letter fades into view..

TO SOL 🤓🪼🥂

Mannn you old as hell😂😂😂😂 or young as hell😂😂 or in the middle i have no idea😂😂😂 i hope u get lots of presents and eat good food and have a good time silly 😁 and maybe pop a bottle if u can #WHYNOT! but if not then Fear not.. (Anti-ti-ti-ti fragile, fragile..) because i will find a way to give u all of those things!!!! somehow!!! just trust me fr. i’ll do a drawing later im in the mjddle of walking home rn 😓 but anw!!!!

YOU ARE😭😭😭😭 so annoying i want to punch you. but gently. because ur not that annoying ilove u i Guess.. you’re really cool and i love everything u make ever and you already know i am factually proven to be your biggest fan and idk if im repeating things i said on new years but IDGAF it’s all true. u are hashtag epic and im really glad we’re friends!!! ^_^

we’re locked in #4L i fear im not leaving u alone for Ever.. unless that’s too long idk. maybe just a Really Long Time. the #MARKREN #2MIN bond is too strong!!! what the Efff!!!! we j get each other like.. olivia wilde nod ☺️ lets. idk i think i saw u say somewhere u dont rly like hugs so ermm lets dance 🕺🏻🕺🏻 

ok last thing i want to say THANK UU!!! for being my friend and listening to me ramble and listening to songs i send u and telling me ab things early and doing things like what u did in iseul’s bday live thing bc I CRIEDDD😭😭 i love u cheesecake let’s be silly for way longer 🤓

gotta leave it off w a birthday song rec.. childish gambino we love u. You smell like a peach papaya😭😭

Lots Of Love. From Johmfs54.

xoxooooo, jj !!! (Ur IRL Fave) 🥸

i hope you know i like,,, had to hold in a fat snort when reading this oml the way you caught me off guard with “old as hell or young as hell or middle” LMFAOO erm and is that an act of violence against me?? 😓☹️ damn… I’ve never heard?? someone say i give off a punchable vibe before?? AWWWW TYSM :((

no no #MARKREN and #2min are literally forever so like,,, we’re stuck forever and um. i’ll give you hug privileges 😁😁 just bc you’re my #Seungmin #Marklee so like 🫂🫂 bring it in unless you decide to change your and then in that case yeah let’s dance 🪩 🕺 🕺

:(( i love listening to your songs even if it takes me a freakishly long time to answer… but omg stay silly bc i’m no.1 jj supporter (i’ll fight all the others hunger games style to make that true) (no i won’t bc i cant handle blood) (it’s the thought that counts <//333) i love you seungmin to my minho, mark to my renjun, peanut butter with a side of jj on toast (^з^)-☆

[ssreeder]

sreedididididiidie

I’m actually so nervous to start reading this chapter btw. like I’ve been WAITING for this in such intense anticipation but now that it’s here I’m like… what if,, I just Don’t.. read.. it.,, for a little bit-

I LIKE BEING MENTALLY STABLE OKAY ITS FOR THIS EXACT REASON THAT I DIVORCED YOU

I love trams. trams are great. can we pls just keep focussing on the trams so we don’t have to get into all the messy shit that’s about to go down :D

OH SHIT SOKKA IS IN BSS WHY DID THAT TAKE SO LONG TO REGISTER WTF

ah yes the poetic tragedy of a full circle story (brb gonna be staring at My wall for a bit in solidarity and also to avoid the painful reunions thx)

yikes sokka’s trauma and resulting insecurities are about to be vomited all over the place huh

it’s genuinely so sad that sokka is coming from the perspective that he’ll have to “beg” katara to help him save zuko bc in the actual show katara was the first person ready to forgive zuko (before he betrayed her rip) and I just think it really shows how much of a shit time sokka has had that he’s forgotten that he has people in his life that genuinely do wanna help him and will do so with little to no prompting even when he Knows from personal experience what they’re willing to do for him but he can’t Really believe it bc of the situation he’s been in for so long fuck

that was a really long sentence soz lovely

nothing says siblinghood quite like lifelong grudges <3 and then you forget you were even holding a grudge until the next time they piss you off and you’re like OH YEAH I HATE THIS ASSHOLE YOURE THE WORST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO ME and then an hour later you’re like Hey Do You Want Ice-Cream

aang pov??!!?!?!? swag

ykw it’s so easy to get frustrated and be like -ugh why don’t they just tell the gaang what’s going on and then everyone is in the loop so it’s easier- but then you remember they’re literally 12 and 14 and it’s totally understandable that the adults want to shield them as much as possible from all the horrific things they’re encountering

side note: you can really tell the difference in age/trauma between sokka and aang’s povs so !! you’re slaying these characterisations sreedie

YES RASU COMFORT JEE IT IS NOT HIS FAULT THAT IROH IS BATSHIT INSANE WHEN IT COMES TO HIS NEPHEW

lmfao not jee suggesting they take the tram to reach their destination for committing a crime (I love him)

ofc iroh got caught.

not zuko and iroh having their reunion in literal prison T-T (it’s so on brand for them)

FUCK SOKKA IS ARRIVING FR JUST LIKE AN HOUR TOO LATE FUCK THIS

slay jet <3 (he’s breaking and entering)

omg sokka braiding katara’s hair… hair styling as a form of bonding… I have very many emotions.

toph is Definitely more hardcore than you’re anticipating sokka

jet’s bluffing skills >>>

oh yikes zuko is really fucked up now huh

I think zuko’s enduring hope is probably what makes me like him so much?? but like the fact that said hope manifests in stubbornness and spite ykwim? Anyways. sad times rn

samesies sokka, lake lagoli also give me the heebie jeebies fr

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING DOWN UNDER THE LAKE WHATTHEFFUCKWTHATFTHWFUCK

SREEDIE THIS JS SO MUCH WORSE THAN EVERYTHING BEFORE HOLY FUCKING HELL

jet is the only person with braincells rn do NOT split up for the love of god

FUCK

DONT KILL JET SREEDIE WHAT THE FUCK I LIKED HIM BITCH

fuuuuuuuck that’s so tough on the both of them shit dude. I don’t even know what I would do in that situation jesus

fuck this is horrific ohmygod

JEE JEE JEEEEE MY LOVE SAVE JET FUCK

OHMYGOD ITS SHSEN WHDKWNCPWNDOEBFPEJDOEDBOE ahhhhHHHAHAHHAH

JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE he’s actually the loml btw it’s actually why I divorced you soz (he’s such an old man ilh but also valid bc he’s literally fighting for his life..)

BOOOOOO shen died >:(

not shen being kebabbed T-T

no shen tried so hard to save zuko Fuck

yikes jet has to get burnt to be saved :///

I’m here for jee feeling protectiveness over toph AND RASU COMING IN CLUTCH WITH THE TACKLE

ah fuck long feng ugh

ykw would be super cool?? if sokka just like spontaneously became a fire bender bc he’s so mad I think that would be funny. also a terrible idea bc he would have no ability to control it whatsoever but *I* would find it at least a little bit funny

omgomgomg did appa lick sokka’s makeup off partially and now people are gonna recognise him ooooooohhhhh

sokka smirking after slicing someone’s throat open… like good for you baby I’m proud of you but also yikes

KATARAAAAAAAAAAAAA

prison reunions <3

iroh and toph >>>

“I will have to render him unconscious” FUCKING EVERYTHIBG JEE SAYS IS HILARIOUS IM DYING

ugh fuck off sokka zuko NEEDS you jesus christ

I am still reeling sreedie. I will remain reeling sreedie. I am a wee little fish stuck on a hook and you are the fisherman waving me around in the air triumphantly. fuck you (affectionate)

ANYWAYS I am suuuuuper excited for sokka and iroh interactions in the next chappie and also for jee in general bc obviously and also jet’s healing process is gonna be a fucking Journey so,, fUn TiMeS

love you lots like jelly tots and all the good stuff but also hate you bc we’re divorced and yOU FUCKING KILLED SHEN UGH

Oh yeah,,, I’d have tried to avoid this chapter too - twas a mess.

Sokkas perception of things is extremely skewed because of his trauma but the good news it that maybe he will find himself pleasantly surprised by things??? Perhaps??? :D

I am happy there are drastic differences in POVs haha. That was my goal, check mark!

Me writing Lake Laogai: >:):):):):) >:D

Oh yeah Shen did die, didn’t he? Oops.

Sorry Jet, you’re a good boy,,, but it was your arm or your life.

I’m pretty sure if you’re a fish on my hook I’m not just waving you around I am smashing you against the walls and floor n shit. :)

Love you leekie I hate having to set your asks free.

[aemoglobin]

was definitely late to work yesterday BUT my manager was there and in the office when i got in, so she looked at my schedule and confirmed that someone had changed it after she made it bc she set me up for my original time (or at least that’s what she says). she then changed it so i wasn’t late lol and i left a bit later than she intended me to but that was my fault for not looking at the new end time + i was training a newbie and lost track of time!!! 

i caught the bus home with literally seconds to spare- it was pulling up to the light and thank god the light was red, i was in the process of crossing the street as it pulled up lmfao. so i GUESS? it does run every half hour now. but if you try to look up the schedule using the city bus site, it will send you to google maps and google maps is not accounting for the new system yet i guess bc it will only tell me ‘there is a bus every hour’. it’s very confusing. i don’t like it. the route changes have increased the amount of time i spend waiting for a bus home because my shifts always end on the hour or the half hour...which is also more or less the exact time that the bus passes by the two stops closest to my work....which are still both a 5min walk (one uphill one downhill and the downhill bus stop is under construction, so really i only have the uphill bus stop and it’s a STRUGGLE to get there in under 8mins). 

my hours have been cut at work so i’m short like $160 for this pay period and it SUCKS, tbh, like really sucks, and i’m not the only one getting her hours cut like it sucks so bad at work rn i’ve been thinking of looking for a new job but unfortunately t*rget is one of the best paying employers with good benefits for someone who isn’t physically capable of working 40hrs/wk. and i LIKE my job, i don’t want to look for a new one, but the increased workload and less hours is not doing me any favors. it’s not super stressful to me yet, just really fucking annoying, and i’m hoping that my hours will go back to normal (or higher like i had intended to change to) during back to college/school T^T 

gross/tmi but my period is due and it’s going to happen Soon but UNFORTUNATELY FOR ME the next two days i’m scheduled for 8hr shifts and i NEED THOSE DAYS!!!! BUT ALSO! IF I GET MY PERIOD ON ONE OF THOSE DAYS I WILL CRY!!! i can’t work on the first two days of my period bc the first day is just feeling slow and icky and the second day is Literal Hell On Earth (Gambler’s Edition) and like..........if you expect me to come in to work when i’m actively unable to sit up or throwing up 5 times in an hour.....you are stupid. 

and like missing a day of work wouldn’t be a problem IF I WAS ABLE TO PICK UP A SHIFT TO COVER THAT MISSING DAY, EXCEPT I CAN’T, BECAUSE MY STORE DOESN’T HAVE ENOUGH HOURS TO SPARE AND NO ONE IS PUTTING UP THEIR SHIFTS RN (and shifts that do get put up are ones that are outside my availability or for positions i haven’t been trained for, so i can’t take them anyways!!!)....hell on earth,

[suebin]

Then the loneliness set in.

— i love stories that center around this topic so much bc it is such a Real problem. oversharing much but it’s something i personally deal with myself and it’s honestly just so horrible. so i rly appreciate when stories center around the theme of loneliness sometimes

two identical cups in each hand, wearing that bemused expression as usual

— this is so kdrama coded idk i can just picture him with like a coat and a scarf, waiting for u and holding some cups UGHFHF so cute

— it’s funny to imagine the office being spicy and inappropriate I CANTTT i wouldn’t be able to take anyone seriously

— i also would not wanna be a doctor over valentines. i’ve heard the stories ….

— and minho putting rolls of gimbap on ur plate. guys i will always stand by sharing food as a form of love language

“You do realize everyone has the hots for him but that he only hangs out with you, right? I’m telling you, it’s a sign—“

— so real bc if i worked there and minho was single, i would also have the hots for him like let’s all be fr for one second guys

— YN BOUGHT THE KEYCHAIN FOR HIM i’m sorry my heart already hurts and i’m ltrly just in the first few paragraphs.

— i can picture him being especially more charming when he’s tipsy btw 😊😊😊 in his office wear too

“If this is what dating you is like, I’m calling off the pact.”

— guys i ship them

“until his fingers link with your own, bringing the back of your hand to his jaw, resting there.”

— yn is stronger than me bc i would’ve kissed him right then and there

— HE WANTS HER TO FEED HIM guys this minho is so endearing to me i think he’s my favorite

“your internal chess match went unnoticed.”

— i’m rly enjoying the way this is written. it feels like a romcom like now i want a MOVIEEE someone give me a movie version of this

And Minho will find you in a heartbeat if you decide to run.

— i’m loving this way too much i cannot stress enough how it feels like a romcom. the comedic timing and the word choice is immaculate

— sorry but the simple detail of his sleeves rolled up to his elbows is making me meowwww

— A SURPRISE BDAY PARTY 😭 wtf this is pissing me off now bc can they be like this irl. can men please take notes rn bc this minho is so perfect

Let Minho and I go well. I like us.

— guys i’m gonna start crying and i’m gonna start getting aggressive bc if this isn’t the cutest thing. cutest line. this is my favorite btw i’m claiming this line

— the smacking his hand scene bc they got caught holding hands under the table. someone tell me this fic wouldn’t be the perfect romcom. and then minho pouting bc you’re not letting him hold ur hand. I’M A GONER GUYS

cologne distinct enough you can tell exactly who it is

— HOW DOES IT FEEL TO LIVE MY DREAM

You realize now why everyone falls in love with him.

— yeah exactly

Minho, holding a bouquet of roses and things unknown behind his back, is reciting.

— he’s reciting 😭😭😭😭😭 he’d nervous and reciting and staring at his shoes. i’m so devastated rn and he gave her a shampoo bottle bc she was running low oh my god what in the DOMESTIC.

— minho studies as his form of romance … oh my god u are a genius

— IVE NEVER HAD MY FIRST KISS EITHER

And I can teach you how.

— this story just never stops flustering me. and the mention of him being a good kisser oh jesus and him being so gentle in teaching her too wtf

We’ll get to that later.

— 😊😊😊☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️😊no comment

— he remembers the pretty comment guys i’m shooting myself it’s final

august, you’ve outdone urself. this deserves 2 BILLION notes like this is perfect what the FUCKKK. i’m so sorry for my messy notes on this i was having a ride and the time of my life

sue’s final thoughts: how does it feel to live MY dream. this is actually my dream. like this is it. this is what i want. he is my dream man.

— KEEP IT BUSINESS. a Lee Minho fiction

Lee Minho x f. reader

TROPE. best friends to lovers, coworkers! au, first kiss? au (hehe), domestic/soft minho, fluff

WARNINGS. cursing, making-out, inexperienced kissing, annoying coworkers

WORD COUNT. 6.9k words

AUG'S NOTES. so glad to have finally completed this!! it’s been rotting in my drafts for weeks and i just had to write a happy ending for these two grandparents 🫶🏼

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SYNOPSIS. Life can be a mess, and with you and Minho as the only two singles in your office building, an impertinent Valentine’s day leaves no choice but to make a pact.

or alternatively :

If we’re still single by twenty-five, we date each other.

Four years.

It’s been four years since you first met Lee Minho, working with him at the same company, becoming the best of friends. And yet, the same dread lay specially reserved for the same season.

The season of love, or, to most people, Valentine’s day.

.

.

.

Alarm set for 6:30AM. Work from 8:30AM to 4PM. Every day of the week, every year.

Initially, the experience was relatively enjoyable. It paid well, wasn’t too harsh on hours, and other coworkers minded their own business (at least in your case) without being a pain.

Then the loneliness set in.

It was subtle at first, a tiny pang in your heart when you returned home to a dark, cold apartment while others would be greeted by a pet, a loved one.

So when Lee Minho, a new member of the company assigned as your apprentice came along, you tend to think meeting him was, in a weird, spontaneous manner, meant to be.

And four years later, when he had grown from that apprentice-ship and became established as an employee, you still hold onto that “meant to be” philosophy.

Busied chatter fills the downstairs cafe, familiar faces alike brimming with conversation, breath coffee-stained.

Peering across the various assortment of tables, you spot him, two identical cups in each hand, wearing that bemused expression as usual.

At this point, Minho has memorized your order by heart, arriving early after his daily stop by the nearby animal shelter (whose manager knew by heart). Most morning’s you’d await a picture of the newest addition to the feline section, a photo he proudly shows off like his own trophy.

You’re genuinely surprised his residence isn’t a constantly growing cat-kingdom.

“Looking forward to it?”

Brows furrowing, you sidle to his right and dish the warm beverage into your grasp.

“Looking forward to wha— wait wait don’t say it. I want to pretend it doesn’t exist.” Hurriedly waving your hands, Minho cracks a grin.

The cursed word in question being: Valentine’s day.

You can’t say you hate it. It never did anything to you, nor did it leave you heartbroken. To put it simply, the office over the first few weeks of February was a close-resembling spinoff to Singles Inferno except, much spicier and way too inappropriate in broad daylight.

Meaning, for the past five years (four joined by Minho), merely mentioning said season of love urges impending dread and deep frowns.

“All I’m gonna say is I would not want to be a doctor over Valentines,” You wince, sipping the warm drink with a squeamish face.

Minho sighs vehemently, propping an elbow against the computer cart behind him.

“I bet you could witness more vibrators in that hospital than in an Adam and Eve,” He grumbles, watchful eyes surveying the daily crowd occupying tables and chairs in the building’s downstairs café.

Slamming a fist to your chest to correct your breathing, your eyes practically bulge from your skull, evidently caught of guard.

Leave it to Minho to make you suffocate before your shift even begins.

8am is prime time for socialization—otherwise before Mrs. Song decides to unleash her wrath on newbies. She has good intentions, sure, but let’s just say most anyone was petrified upon first meeting her.

Luckily, your department with Hyeongmi, Minho, and Felix was secluded on the far side of the building, leaving you out of the woman’s hair, free to work as you please.

Yet, Mrs. Song wasn’t the problem, not when it came down to the month of February.

Your phone’s alarm signaling to start moving momentarily wards off the thought, and either of you begin toward the elevator, flat expressions describing the sinking feeling better than words.

Back at it, again.

Because by your lunch break, you can’t fathom entering the cafeteria, not if it costs you your life.

Everywhere you look someone is making out, confessing their love, or, worst you’ve seen it all day, genuinely fucking in the bathrooms.

Perhaps you’d send Minho a text you’re making an escape by eating in the office, invite him up for some solace.

Except, it seems he had the same idea.

Scrambling through the door, you enter at the same time, heaving sighs of exasperation upon securing much needed privacy.

Making prolonged eye contact, your thoughts come spilling out.

“If I witness another make-out in the stairwell I’m ending it all.”

“Boxes of chocolates are officially ruined for me now.”

Four years and it never gets old. Same old painful memories, same old excitement for the day to come and go. And it’s not like you hate the holiday itself, you two just.. heavily dislike the immense bucketloads of PDA and office hookups that come along with it.

Not-so-gracefully flopping down onto your chairs, you practically shovel food down, gladly accepting the few rolls of gimbap Minho places onto your plate.

Customary sharing. You give him some of your food, he gives you some of his.

In those brief minutes of silence do you get the opportunity to fully comprehend your own thoughts, prior to Minho clearing his throat.

“Drinks at my place?”

Your grown loudly in agreement.

Minho : Okay, I’m leaving, follow me in thirty minutes

Glancing up, you watch your counterpart lift his brows your way and call out his departure, sifting through the doorway, cross body bag thumping against jeans.

Hyeongmi was downstairs, which, as awful as it sounded, was great not having to endure her nosiness.

This was how you stayed unbothered. He’d leave, and thirty minutes later you would too in order to (for now) avoid Mrs. Song (and Hyeongmi’s) pestering.

It couldn’t have taken the clock longer to reach 4:30PM. So by the time the beloved minute hand struck 4:29 you practically lurched from your seat, almost tasting sweet freedom before a face showed up right before you slipped through the exit.

Hyeongmi’s face.

What she’s talking about you can’t seem to understand, mind trained on escaping and escaping alone.

“C’mon now, you two are the only two in this building without a date. It’s been four years, Y/n! You need to let loose!” Hyeongmi emphasizes, dizzying your head the longer she shakes your shoulders.

“You do realize everyone has the hots for him but that he only hangs out with you, right? I’m telling you, it’s a sign—“

“Sorry Hyeongmi, I really have to go-“

Fastening your bag tigher across your body, you make a mad-dash as far away as possible, pretending to ignore the “use protection!” she shouted before the crisp evening breeze nipped your nose.

Use protection my butt, you grovel, ushering the scarf further above your chin as if to secure as much warmth possible.

She doesn’t know anything, not about how you took him under your wing as your apprentice the first year he joined, not about how much Minho loves cats, or how the keychain on that crossbody bag of his is a keychain you bought for him.

Simply placing it, she’s a person lead by the assumptions of others and adopting them as her own.

It irritates you.

Veering to your right, you thank his decision to house nearby, arriving at the foot of his porch after a mere ten-minute walk.

Delivering a few knocks on the townhome’s doorway, you note the paint chipping, colorful exterior worn from the sun’s rays.

Everything from the few cracks in the sidewalk to the relatively invisible stain of coffee on his doorknob lay memorized by frequency—his property second nature to you.

“Never have I hated being single this much,” You whine, slumping onto his couch after hurling your bag atop a hook in the foyer.

And despite the lack of response, you can tell Minho heard you. The faint, breathy chuckle enough evidence of his presence.

Perched on a chair he’d likely dragged from the kitchen, a feline companion occupies his lap, both comfortably relaxing on the patio, wine glass in hand.

Accordingly arranged on the countertop is another glass (you presume as yours), that you pour the vinegar-tinged substance into.

“I mean.” Slightly struggling to haul a neighboring chair to his side and simultaneously avoid splashing wine everywhere, you eventually find an equilibrium.

“It’s not like I asked to be single, I’m just too busy to consider a relationship, y’know?”

Minho absentmindedly hums, urging you to take a much-needed sip of the orchid-colored liquid.

Finally, you sigh out the last of your evening’s thoughts.

“..Hyeongmi caught me on the way out.”

Nor does this occasion need a reply either, the man’s suppressed giggle suitable enough.

“Mm.. I’ve got an idea.”

Carefully allowing the elongated glass to clink atop a translucent table, you cross and uncross your legs, welcoming the rustle of life around you into your eardrums, easing the cluttered space of your brain.

“Shoot.”

He clicks his tongue, gaze flitting to the emerging moon overhead.

“If we’re still single by twenty-five, we date each other.“

Making a surprised sound to yourself, you break into unadulterated laughter, about to call him hilarious before taking into account this is Minho you’re referring to, and the likelihood he’s joking on any matter is unlikely.

Sure it sounds cliché, but it’s Minho, why not?

…And perhaps that decision was made with a few glasses of wine in play.

“I’m in.” You grin, returning his outstretched hand by bumping your glasses before downing the remaining gulp, cheeks aglow, alcohol ridding your breath a distasteful stench.

Tipsy. Minho is charming normally, but especially when he’s tipsy.

He’s got this way of speaking that could get any unsuspecting girl reaching to unzip his pants in a second, sultry, half-lidded eyes drinking the person in front of him, talking like he has sugar lining his lips.

When Minho is tipsy, he’s tempting. You didn’t need four years to teach you that.

That, and the spare pajama set folded in his top drawer reserved solely for you on nights like this—too gone to go home.

Although, as you rise to your feet and head to the bathroom, pulling said silk pajama shirt over your head, Hyeongmi’s words reverberate again.

You do realize everyone has the hots for him but that he only hangs out with you, right?

Hm. Minho was always a recluse though. And with your history, obviously he’d have some liking for you.

It’s been four years, Y/n! You need to let loose!

Turning to stare at yourself in the mirror, you sulk, head hanging low.

What if you did something tonight? Something risky, something testing the limits this friendship borderlines. You’re both drunk, likely willing.

Then again, does Minho want this too? Did he ever intend to “let loose”?

Anxiety plagues you, hurriedly scurrying your pants over your legs and exiting to find Minho still seated in the same spot, appearing all the more tempting without having to do a thing.

You blame the alcohol.

Stamping forward as if you prepared a speech, you stop just behind his chair, mustering any ounce of liquid courage manageable.

“Minho.”

He grunts.

“You’re really pretty.”

Let loose. This is letting loose when it comes to Minho.

What, you thought you were gonna fuck? Yeah, that’s a funny one.

Winding himself around to see you, his lips wind into a sweet smile, urging you closer with a mere look before he reaches forward and taps your nose, dark eyes roaming your face.

“I’ve always thought you were pretty too.”

And perhaps, caught in a trance from his glittering stare, something did happen those four years you’ve been together after all.

You blame the alcohol.

The impulsive part about this “date at twenty-five” pact you had forgotten to consider was the fact both of you were twenty-four, meaning in less than a year whatever plan Lee Minho had stirred up after plenty glasses of wine would oil it’s gears into motion.

Thankfully Valentines comes and goes, and Summer creeps dangerously close, the longer hours of daylight and lingering sunshine enough to make every work-day feel extra laborious.

First day of summer, Minho texts you, asking if you want to join him on a walk.

Mind you, it’s 10AM in the morning, an hour you couldn’t fathom waking up at on the first day of summer.

You groan and flop back down, shutting off your phone and slamming the pillow over your head in a pitiful attempt at falling back asleep.

Only for your doorbell to ring twenty minutes later.

Over.

And over.

And over.

The urge to screech compels your barely-awake form, legs wobbling out of bed to feebly reach the doorway in a sleep-ridden haze.

Of course, lo and behold, Minho lies responsible, clad in running shoes, a pair of shorts, and a black nike zip-up.

He’s evidently pleased—whether from how disheveled you appear—or that he actually got you out of bed in the first place by the lingering smile tugging at his lips.

You hate to say it, but he’s annoyingly attractive, there’s no denying.

“Caught you at a bad time, hm?” He tips his head down to make eye-contact, peering through wild hair and lidded eyes at your half-alive self.

All you can manage out is a minuscule grunt, about to close the door before Minho jars his hand in, inviting himself inside much to your dismay.

Like instinct, he heads straight to your closet, surveying the chaos his insistent door-bell ringing caused before fetching a sweatshirt to pull over your head and a pair of socks from your drawer.

Though, as you wake up a tad bit more, you hurriedly keep him from putting your socks on for you as he bends down, shying away with an irritated whine.

“If this is what dating you is like I’m calling off the pact,” You mumble, stomping toward the door with Minho pushing you forwards without chance of escape.

He giggles, seeming to contain utmost glee witnessing your temper tantrum.

“Oh trust me sweetheart, the fun never ends.”

He’s hopeless too, apparently.

Lucky for you, your friend’s visits occurred sporadically, meaning the 10AM wake up calls weren’t a daily routine of headaches.

In contrast, summer passed by in a flash, and you were shoved head-first into a packed schedule for a second time as the autumn leaves shriveled into crisp browns and oranges.

Autumn was always welcomed. It meant the chilling cold was approaching, yes, but it also signified apple cider being added to the downstairs café menu and—on those especially chilly mornings—bundling your neck in the scarf Minho bought you last christmas.

As for him, he frequents pointed shoes and straight-legged pants, his fudge-colored hair perfectly complimented by pumpkin scented fragrances and dusky red backdrops.

Brisk mornings call for thinking. And as you walk, you come to the indefinite conclusion apple cider fits Minho. Sweet, but not saccharine. Warm to the touch, reminiscent with a charming aftertaste. A silhouette that comes and goes as it pleases, leaving soon enough for you to crave it back again.

Regarding summer, he was sort of like a beach day. A vacation in the midst of roaring deadlines, the comfortable lull of waves buzzing your mind into a hazy, salty escapade.

Although as December plucks each oak of its splendor, a call on Sunday morning truly marks the season of winter.

“..Y/n?” Minho murmurs, his voice groggy, hoarse. You make a sound of acknowledgment in response.

“I think I’m sick, can you drop off some meds at the door?”

Pressing your phone close to your ear, you debate on your desire to scold him, remind him each time he gets a winter cold he should dress warmer.

Of course, your lips stay shut (just like they always have for the past few years), and you reply with a “Be there soon, hang tight” before ending the call and gathering your belongings.

At the supermarket you check out seaweed soup, multivitamins, and allergy relief—things of which you hope will alleviate some of his symptoms.

Eternally grateful for the spare key you’d been given a while back, you enter the home, calling his name until an exasperated sign of life was heard (more like coughed) from the bedroom.

Inside lay Minho, a distressing array of tissues scattered in all directions, clustered beyond belief. His nose is soured pink from incessant stuffiness, lips cracked and dry. Dark circles sag beneath tired eyes, worn disposition evidence of his condition.

Quick on your feet, you scour the bathroom for a thermometer, the device’s loud beep signifying a blaring fever as you hover by his bedside.

Watching the bowl of instant soup spin aimless circles in the microwave, Minho’s call knocks you out of your daydream, worriedly padding to where he lays.

“Come here.”

You oblige, arriving to his right, about to ask the matter until his fingers link with your own, bringing the back of your hand to his jaw, resting there.

If you had been warm before, an entirely new definition to sweating has been reached at this point.

“You’re warm,” He whispers, rubbing his face against your hand like a needy cat wanting attention.

How unfair a human can be this round.

Practically bounding from the inside, you use the excuse of the microwave beeping to race off, hurriedly disappearing into the kitchen while remaining ignorant to the way Minho’s gaze follows you.

Returning with a soup platter meticulously carried between your tight grip, you sigh with relief upon sitting the steaming concoction down. Oh so slowly, a frown grows at your face upon noticing the expectant stare boring into your head.

“Yes?”

He juts out his bottom lip like a kicked puppy from your nonplussed tone, nudging the covers over himself till only those calculating eyes peek out.

“I’m not feeding you.”

Minho all but whimpers, and you suppress the urge to smother him with a pillow right then and there, hating how easily he sends goosebumps prickling the back of your neck, heat scalding your ears.

“No.”

“Y/n.”

You quite literally feel like the cruelest person in existence because why is he looking at you with that face, saying your name like that.

Grumbling beneath your breath, you begrudgingly collect a spoonful, bringing the utensil to his already pursed lips.

Spoonful by spoonful do you feed him as if he’s a dependent toddler, his satisfied hums earning a stern glare in return.

Only when he finishes eating do you get up, reprimanding him on taking his meds without much bite to your words.

“And don’t take too many of these, alright? If it gets really bad, call me again. Otherwise, try getting sleep.”

“Yes ma’am.”

And of course he has to be endearing.

Such a pain.

You’ll stop by tomorrow.

If Minho was the apple cider in autumn and beach days in the summer, he’s the prettiest of snowflakes in the midst of winter.

Memorable, fleeting. Melting in your touch.

The annual Christmas party the company hosts steadily approaches, your coworkers ringing your phone insistently with noticeable anticipation.

Though just like autumns chill, December soars past idly, reigning in a new year and a new digit added to twenty when asked your age.

Your winter premise only heightened the anxiety compiling in your gut, a feeling you hadn’t recognized until the following day—the first day back to work in January—dawned.

January 1st’s introduction means you’re both officially twenty-five, and you’re not sure if it’s the fact Minho hasn’t texted you yet or the valentines pact in itself setting you on edge.

What would it be like to date Minho? Would he kiss you, the same way male leads in K-dramas did? Hold you as you sleep, wish you goodbye with a kiss to your cheek?

The mere thought sends rivets of electricity blazing your fingertips, feeling like an utter fool for imagining such scenarios.

Now you’ve haunted yourself for worse, leaving only dread in tow.

Arriving at the office the first day back, you attempt at making yourself look as collected as possible, definitely not bothered.

Worse, the root of your troubles walks in unbothered as you’ve been trying to do for the past few hours, the room working in deplorable silence before a note wedges itself behind your keyboard, Minho slipping past in its wake.

It takes all your will-power to ignore the crumpled piece of paper as best as possible, your index itching to unravel whatever lay inside.

Noon is when you finally give in, lungs failing to produce air upon reading the contents, practically choking on nothing.

Come over to my place after work.

What is this, his way of declaring your pact officially in action? What if he calls it off, saying it was only a joke glasses of wine granted?

As Hyeongmi said before, everyone has the hots for him, so why don’t you? Why does the thought of him calling it off put you on edge?

Or maybe you do. Maybe you do have feelings for—

Woah. Stop there.

Luckily, your internal chess match went unnoticed, leaving only the buzzing of your ears and the ticking of the clock loud.

A certain fondness sat between either of you from the start, since becoming acquainted you’ve instantly clicked—sly remarks and playful teasing merely one more thing keeping you alive (minus coffee).

So when something crossing the border between friends and lovers arose, a sort of nervousness bubbled in your gut.

Minho was a shoulder to cry on for you, but was it like that?

You could rely and depend on each other whenever, but could those feelings ever turn into love?

Of course they could, and they likely would’ve if it weren’t for either of you being so work-oriented—making you even more worried.

Although, you can’t simply flee. You’re an adult.

..And Minho will find you in a heartbeat if you decide to run.

Never had you been hesitant to leave office until now, and trodding one foot in front of the other causes your legs to turn into jelly.

Minho probably isn’t this nervous. He’s probably in a great mood, treating the occasion like it’s just another casual day.

Never before was it difficult, whether difficult is referred to as placing a key in a doorway or walking inside, everything seems so.. eminent.

Like when you walk through this door, an entirely new side of Minho will show face. A romantic side of Minho.

Yet, there’s no rose petals lining the hallway, nor scented candles scattered here and there.

What is there to expect with dating in your twenties anyway?

Plus, Minho’s well, Minho. If he wanted to, he likely would’ve flat-out asked already.

Something you’re surprised about, however, is the triangular string decor swooping from the ceiling, the party hats by the sink, a single birthday candle placed in the center of a cupcake. Simple, perfect.

Although, the perfect factor came with the man responsible, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, bracing himself on the countertop with a particular glow in his irises—whether it be from the lit candle you aren’t sure—that sets your stomach into a garden of butterflies.

A surprise party. He threw you a surprise birthday party.

And it’s then as enter the kitchen, brain barely recognizing each advance forward, you realize it.

You really, really want to date him.

And you really, really don’t want to screw this up.

Staring at each other, you rise up on your toes to place a careful, feather-light peck on the smooth, flushed skin of his cheek.

Slowly, he turns his head, a conniving smirk revealing the outline of his teeth whilst investigating your breathlessness.

“Someone’s daring,” He mumured, cocking a brow amusedly.

You poke his side, groaning that he shouldn’t look too far into it before he nudges you, your frown returned with a subtle nod—directed at the forgotten cupcake.

“Well you already gave me a kiss, so wish for something else.”

“Choke,” You respond, but there’s still no bite to it. Some things never change.

Minho gently holds your hair back for you, allowing you to lean over and blow out the candle. No bite.

Your wish?

Let Minho and I go well. I like us.

Every bit of it was the truth.

Hopefully this wish of yours can come true.

Maybe.

Seated on the living room floor do you finally relax, your shoulders slumping down after hours of monstrous tension. Seems you’d forgotten he was your best friend before anything else.

“So.. how does this work?”

‘Work’ as in, the dating deadline’s here, what’s next?

He purses his lips—a habit of his—blinking rapidly.

“Like friends? Except we get the kissing and sex pass in between, right?”

You smack his shoulder. He smiles, childishly extending his pinky out to you.

Linking yours, you press the pad of your thumb against his. An unspoken gesture.

“Together?”

Through thick and thin. Your way, as it always was, always had been.

He has stars in his tawny-globes for eyes.

“Together.”

Minho’s hands are warm in the midst of frigid temperatures.

Spring isn’t too far off, but the bitter winds remain ceaseless and unrelenting, whipping your hair every which way, scattering a plethora of goosebumps along your skin.

Never had you held hands like this with someone before, nonetheless Minho, and yet, a connection lies inside the initial awkwardness. The silent assurance, whether it’s his thumb smoothing your palm or occasional squeezes, telling you he understands, that you’re not alone, or how he patiently waited by the door the entire time you were getting ready, claiming he didn’t want to dirty your place with his shoes.

It’s sort of revitalizing. Curious and inquisitive in his lingering touches, additional notes—reminders on your coffee cup, questions asking whether you want to stay over afterward, if he can give you a kiss on the cheek.

One in particular you recall:

I miss you. Scribbled in bleeding ink.

Your introduction as lovers had been a field day of trials and questions for the two of you, though when it came down to the public’s knowledge, you began debating on the “curiosity killed the cat” theory.

This morning, catching a glimpse of the company’s logo in the distance, you assign yourself as the cat. Too interested, now suffering the consequences.

Granted, you wouldn’t take back moving to relationship status, but it was a lot easier to brush off comments if you were Minho.

Hyeongmi being the main one responsible for said comments.

Morning passed by seamlessly, prioritizing work above all else, too busy typing away to for any interruptions.

..Until a midday conference.

Seated right next to each other, his fingers slowly thread with yours beneath the table, sending the man a perplexed (and slightly nervous) expression in response.

More so, the comforting casualness caused you to barely recognize Mrs. Song reaching below to fetch her fallen pen, a gasp of surprise stilling the conversation at her realization.

“Are you- Are you two holding—?”

Panicked, you smack his hand away, stomach plummeting.

Not expecting him to stubbornly grab your hand again, a miniature frown draws across his perfectly rose lips.

Pouting.

Lee Minho is pouting because you’re not letting him hold your hand.

Unbelievable.

If the situation could escalate further, the she-devil herself (Hyeongmi) throws her head down to spare a glimpse, allowing you to fully accept your demise. A demise that, one way or another, needed to happen.

This was simply an early death.

“You’re kidding! No way you guys are a thing?” The eccentric girl mouths the last words, eyebrows drawn to her hairline.

And just like that, your relationship with Minho ventured out of your pocket and into a brand new wilderness.

“So…what’s it like living everybody’s dream?”

Headed to the bathroom, Hyeongmi stops you, leaned over the mirror, carefully inspecting her plum-colored lipstick.

“What?” You pique, confusedly glancing between her and the empty stall you’re trying to nonchalantly slip into.

“I mean, the entire company’s talking about it. Tell me, are you guys actually official? Or is this all just for the attention? No offense, but-“

“I...”

Want to punch you in the face.

You keep it to yourself.

“I’m gonna go.”

Synonymously, both your bladder and your appetite completely disappeared.

Although, she doesn’t leave you alone.

You’re frantically searching for excuse after excuse, speed-walking and taking the stairs any chance available.

Unfortunately for you, she’s everywhere. At some point you’re certain a tracking device is hidden somewhere on your clothes.

Almost there. From silently pleading help with your eyes to legitimately hiding in your workplace, today couldn’t have been more of a joke.

Or so you thought.

“Y/n?”

“Yes, Hyeongmi?”

“With Minho,” She nervously fiddles with her earrings. “You don’t have to tell me but.. how’s the bedroom?”

Apparently, it can go lower.

Before you can respond to her shamelessness, a grip fastens on your shoulders, cologne distinct enough you can tell exactly who it is.

Your beach day.

“Hyeongmi, you do realize that’s rude, yeah? Let’s not cross boundaries we shouldn’t cross, got it?”

All the while Minho smiles, this cloying, “I dare you” sort of attitude no one can argue with.

Averting her attention, she speedily raises up, humorlessly laughing off the tension while excusing herself from the room.

“You okay?” He whispers, breath ghosting over the shell of your ear, pressing a chaste kiss there.

Yeah, there’s no getting used to this.

“Yep,” You say, though there isn’t much sincerity it.

He knows.

“Wait for me here, let’s walk home together.”

Ah. You want to kiss him.

“Minho.”

He turns on his heel.

Kiss me.

You’re holding his collar now, the option on the tip of your tongue, his lips a hairbreadth from yours.

Close, closer.

No. Not yet.

Either way, what do you know about kissing? What if you screw up?

Not yet.

“..Okay.”

Your gaze flits down to his lips if only for a second. A small, cheeky grin adorning his face as he follows your movements.

It’s hard to focus when he leaves, because all you can think about is the possibilities. What if you had kissed him? Would he have kissed you back?

By the way looked at you, the logical response would be: yes. Most people don’t stare at someone like that without the intent to kiss them, right?

Though somehow, you can’t help but feel unprepared, a complete novice in this battlefield of love.

Where Minho took you afterward was a mystery, merely happy to be away from the confines of your desk—letting his eager hand guide you wherever he pleased.

Shielded beneath the shade of two trees, your destination, Yeouido Park, is a spectacle during the transition period of winter to spring. You’d oftentimes spend hours here, basking in the relief a break grants. A spectacle where you two first truly met.

“Alright, be honest with me.”

He spins you around till you’re face to face, carefully analyzing your facial expression.

“Are you really okay? After Hyeongmi said that, I couldn’t stop thinking..”

Oh. That careful crease in his eyebrows, sympathetic.

He’s breaking your heart.

You realize now why everyone falls in love with him.

“Of me?”

The words come out involuntarily, a step forward in the newness, paving light through the darkened abyss.

“Yeah..” He says, a little winded while doing so.

Minho cares, he always had, yet, it’s your first time hearing it aloud.

“Y/n.”

Blinking yourself back into reality, your face grows warm, not intending to deliberately space out right in front of him.

He leans forward, causing you to shrink back into your skin as a kiss is planted right atop your nose, the man wearing a satisfied grin.

“Hey- You can’t- It’s not Valentines yet—“

“And why would I wait until Valentine’s day?”

Another deeper red burns your cheeks, and you scorn the way he gets under your skin—a way that makes every insult dissolve like powder on your tongue.

He notices, but decides not to prod further, lightly bumping your hip with his own as a signal to follow.

“Tomorrow is the day, y’know,” You mumble, kicking rocks with the tip of your shoe.

“Are we gonna turn into those couples?” He asks, pretentiously puckering his lips, eyes squinted shut.

You burst out laughing.

“I would break up with you first, sorry Minho.” Said puckered lips transform into a playful scowl.

“What? No treat for valentines?”

Blinking babydoll eyes up at you, you wrinkle your nose, coming to recognize what “treat” he was implying.

Earlier you would’ve kissed instantly, but an inkling of stubbornness kept you from giving into him this time.

Sneaking behind you, he ducks down, voice low enough for only your ears to hear.

“Didn’t seem you were too against it earlier.”

And with that, he races off, entirely too happy with himself and not likely to live down your reaction. Because you can’t disagree.

Since when were Lee Minho’s lips so kissable?

Knock.

Knock.

Your attention strays from the mirror at the sound, wondering if it was simply a figment of your imagination only for the sound to ensue.

Knock. Knock.

Who would be at your door at this hour in the middle of the week?

There’s a name on your tongue, but you don’t contemplate any longer, tiptoeing to the doorway to peer through the peephole.

And the sight before you makes every ounce of suspicion worthwhile.

Minho, holding a bouquet of roses and things unknown behind his back, is reciting.

He’s staring at his shoes, bouncing back and forth on his heels nervously.

Lee Minho is nervous.

Wanting just to stand there and watch him rehearse, you finally give in after a third knock scares you out of your wits—hesitantly opening the door and trying to placate the most surprised expression possible.

His eyes round as saucers, you literally watch the gears in his head turn in real time, extending the flowers out to you.

“Happy valentines. These are uh, for you.”

And his ears are red.

You’re going to implode from how cute this is.

Attempting to stave down the alarming amount of happiness you’re experiencing, you hold the flowers in one hand, awaiting whatever lie behind his back.

Although, as the outline of a box of chocolates appears, so does… a shampoo bottle.

What.

Bathing in a long silence, you can’t help but wonder you’re genuinely hallucinating. Glancing from his face to the literal shampoo in hand, he mirrors you, confused for a reason you’re trying to figure out as well.

“Is that… a shampoo bottle?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because you were running low the last time I came here.”

…

You’ve never received a valentine before, but this automatically took the cake.

Is it possible to fall in love after you’re given a shampoo bottle as a gift on valentines? Apparently so.

Nonetheless, work flashed past, barely able to register a thing between the many congratulations you received and the absence of Hyeongmi (assumed to be due to the brown-haired charmer beside you).

For now, you savor the freedom of the day, finally able to escape the pains of before and wallow in a new kind of excitement. Love.

Love delivered by Minho himself in the form of mini scraps he’s folded into hearts, slipping heart after heart onto your desk at any opportunity to the point you bump his leg beneath the table in warning.

He cheekily smirks in return, stupidly innocent face scheming with malice.

He’s getting an absolute kick out of this, and you hate to admit you enjoy it just as much.

As usual, you wait behind for him to catch up on your daily commute home—an activity you did long before any romantic feelings became involved.

That’s it. Minho’s pinpoint of romance.

Shampoo bottle, walks home, extra coffee, notes.

Minho doesn’t openly express his love, not unless he feels either adventurous or obligated. Instead, he studies. Your habits, the things you enjoy, your actions, preferences. That particular coffee order you liked, how you had ran out of shampoo.

Oh how you love him.

Though, rounding the sidewalk to your place, Minho grabs ahold of your wrist. In response, as soon as you turn your head, you’re mere centimeters from his face, simply standing there, proximity willing either of you not to move.

Initial words dying out, he slightly edges to the side, cocked in a way that has your mind racing.

Nose, cheek, but never lips.

No.

Your hands act before any other part of you, blocking his lips from yours.

“We-“

The look he’s giving you, shock.

You feel a hundred degrees hotter.

“We need to go inside,” You excuse yourself fast, the man tailing behind, grip still loosely attached to your wrist.

Quickly shutting the door behind you, it’s an immediate embarrassment flooding your frame that allows you to speak, words bursting outward in an uncontrollable cacophony.

“Minho I’m so sorry I have no idea what I was doing, I shouldn’t have done that, it was a stupid idea. I didn’t mean to offend you or anything-“

“Hey, slow down. I’m not going anywhere.”

His tone serves as the much needed breeze fanning your face, cooling you down enough to articulate sentences properly.

“I’m sorry, we’ve just never kissed on the lips and I feel like I’m gonna be horrible and kill the mood. This is stupid, I know, just.. bear with me please?”

His eyebrows furrow, forming together the equation piece by piece.

“You’ve.. You’ve never had your first kis—?”

You hush him furiously, slumping onto the couch dejectedly.

Yet, Minho doesn’t laugh nor pick fun regardless of how hilariously idiotic the occasion is. He’s quiet, concerned almost.

You add that to your long list of things you love about him.

Inhaling gradually, your focus flits to the window, collecting yourself, easing the frantic rush-hour traffic rampaging in your skull.

If you were one of those paper hearts he made, he’s pulling apart each careful fold in this very moment. Unraveling the layers till your bare self is exposed in all its anxiousness.

“I hate it. It feels like a part of that teenage youth everyone talks about is something I’ll never get to experience. I was too busy caring about school, and now I feel like I’ve missed out.”

Soaking in a quietness, you jump when he places a hand over yours, softly tracing the skin of your knuckles, glossy as he watches, carving each perfect aspect of you into memory.

“Well you may not be seventeen, but you’re never too old to learn to kiss.”

One hand cupping your jaw to garner your attention, you’re met with a glass-like visage.

Gentle.

“And I can teach you how.”

It’s always been business, you’ve always been business. Which is why, now confronting what feels to be the highest peak in your love life, you’re left a completely blank canvas. No rules, no instructions.

It’s terrifying.

“Min- Minho, I really haven’t done this before.”

You hastily pique, scooting backward in the cushions.

Curse the shakiness of your voice.

“If you don’t want to do this, tell me. We won’t.”

You quickly shake your head.

No, you want this, you’ve wanted this too badly to back out now.

“Then let’s take it slow, okay?”

It’s horrifically awkward at first, a tiny peck, then a bit longer till your arms creep over his shoulders, his fingers once holding your jaw steady now resting on your neck.

Best word to describe it? Messy.

“Breathe through your nose.”

“Minho— I’m suffocating here—“

You sputter back, quite literally heaving for breath.

Yes, it was otherworldly kissing him, and he was an insanely good kisser, but did this really require your lungs to practically burst?

“Are you teaching me how to give a blowjob or kiss?”

His smile transforms mischievously, a sneering laugh slipping past. You already know he’ll make a sly comment.

Minho winks. “We’ll get to that later.”

“I lost my urge to date you. Bye.”

“Noooo Y/n~” He whines profusely, warm hold on your waist beckoning another kiss filled with hushed giggles and incessant jeers from either party—ensuing a halfway unbuttoned shirt and quite possibly the most greedy ten minutes known to man.

Out of breath, he pulls back from your stomach, the ticklish feather-light kisses planted there earning a stifled giggle from you while he blinks upward, seeming to be focused on something.

“Minho?” You question, ignorant to how unbelievably obsessed with you he is, more than ever in this moment.

From your damp, sweaty skin to the few hairs stuck to your forehead. Your swollen lips, the way you laugh, your stomach dipping with the action. He doubts he’ll ever get tired of this.

Reaching forward as if caught in a trance, he tenderly tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, voice barely audible upon pressing his forehead against yours.

And in the seclusion of your living room, tangled up together on the sofa, it’s just the two of you existing in this world.

“I hope you know I really meant it when I said I thought you were pretty too.”

Ah. He remembers. All that time ago.

Of course he does.

Kissing you for a time you can’t remember, you begin to wonder if that birthday wish of yours had came true after all.

Your feelings for Minho had always existed somewhere inside of you. Your head, your heart. A tiny inkling into something more, a could be. Two individuals wishing, waiting to make a move.

It seems the Valentines Pact sealed the deal.

sunboki, may 2022 ©

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[lalunanymph]

Oh Dawn~

Just got caught up with Hopelessly Devoted and I’m getting flashback of Back To Us — and you know that fic had emotionally damaged me 😭

As always, I love your writing, the plot and the side characters all play a part in its own ways. I can’t wait to see where this leads to. Sukuna is such an ass, no way he’s gaslighting us with Satoru after that ski incident. Makes me so mad at the way he’s treating us, but also makes it worth while when he gets to experience the consequences of his actions later on 🫢and yes, I’m all here for bestie Satoru “you’re going to need a friend soon enough” and his duty to help those who are not as strong as him and telling us “you’re stronger than us” gahhh I’ll take Satoru over Sukuna any day but knowing how this is a Sukuna x yn fic, I’m all seated 🍿

CERENE HII lovely to see u in my inbox again 🎀💖 aww man speaking about btu, that era was truly so angsty and to hear hopelessly is giving the same vibes ??? im !!! honestly when i wrote satoru i wasn't expecting him to be so sweet to yn but it makes sense bc he literally defends the weak ??? and we all know yn is at her weakest point rn with this marriage so yeah 😔

[jungkook-or-vpt2]

(Who should I choose tae🐅or jungkook🐇?)your reaction of choosing between Tae or kookie pt.1

•you can finish the story I’m just making the sides but I’ll make more to show what you could have chosen but make these into your own story

•this contains smut

Ok so you have been friends with jungkook since 7th grade and y’all were basically inseparable but you recently caught your self catching feelings with your best friend aka (jungkook).😉 But when you first met the other members you got love at first site with taehyung. And back story abt yall.

You both were nervous to talk to each other but with the help of jungkook you were besties immediately. And ever since you and him hung out and one night y’all had a big sleep over and you both were sitting close by each other and the other members were teasing y’all so y’all got tired of it and decided to ignore them but they continued this for years. So about 5 years ago y’all were doing your sleep over on the private jet and y’all were tired of it and just to drive them nuts y’all made out infront of them. Reminder y’all were both completely sober as was everyone else and this made you so happy but later that night he told you it meant nothing and it was a prank which broke you but you loved the feeling.

And ever since then you were still in love with him. But recently jungkook has been treating you like a baby and caring for you for example making dinner for just the two of you, carrying you to bed when you fell asleep on the couch, buying you gifts, giving you flowers, and keeping taehyung away from you. Which drove Tae crazy bc you were close friends. But the thing that made you have a crush on jungkook is you saw him shirt less in the gym working out.

So you were going to let jungkook know abt his schedule change and couldn’t find him so you asked namjoon and he said he’s working out. So you go down and you see him and this prompted you to stare at him even take a photo but he heard your phone take a pic of him and he looked up and saw you. You blushed and embarrassed ran away and since then you have been avoiding him and hiding around the from him and eating out with your friends.

One night you’re trying to sleep and you can’t cause you have the burning question of who should you choose. I mean you like both of them but don’t know what to do so you get up and go talk to Jimin.

(You) “ jimin? I have a serious thing I need to talk to you abt and you can’t tell anyone.”

(Jimin)”ok I’m all eat rn”

(You)” ok so I’ve liked taehyung since I met him but I also am now in love with jungkook bc he treats me very well and I’ve been avoiding both.”

(Jimin)” and why are you avoiding them y/n?

(You)”bc jungkook has been preventing me from hanging out with tae at all and jungkook bc last week I saw him working out with no shirt and it was really hot and I took a photo of it and he heard it and I’m embarrassed bc that’s weird and I think he might hate me.

(Jimin)” tbh choose the one who you’re really in love with.”

[jungkook-or-v]

(Who should I choose tae🐅or jungkook🐇?)your reaction of choosing between Tae or kookie pt.1

•you can finish the story I’m just making the sides but I’ll make more to show what you could have chosen but make these into your own story

•this contains smut

Ok so you have been friends with jungkook since 7th grade and y’all were basically inseparable but you recently caught your self catching feelings with your best friend aka (jungkook).😉 But when you first met the other members you got love at first site with taehyung. And back story abt yall.

You both were nervous to talk to each other but with the help of jungkook you were besties immediately. And ever since you and him hung out and one night y’all had a big sleep over and you both were sitting close by each other and the other members were teasing y’all so y’all got tired of it and decided to ignore them but they continued this for years. So about 5 years ago y’all were doing your sleep over on the private jet and y’all were tired of it and just to drive them nuts y’all made out infront of them. Reminder y’all were both completely sober as was everyone else and this made you so happy but later that night he told you it meant nothing and it was a prank which broke you but you loved the feeling.

And ever since then you were still in love with him. But recently jungkook has been treating you like a baby and caring for you for example making dinner for just the two of you, carrying you to bed when you fell asleep on the couch, buying you gifts, giving you flowers, and keeping taehyung away from you. Which drove Tae crazy bc you were close friends. But the thing that made you have a crush on jungkook is you saw him shirt less in the gym working out.

So you were going to let jungkook know abt his schedule change and couldn’t find him so you asked namjoon and he said he’s working out. So you go down and you see him and this prompted you to stare at him even take a photo but he heard your phone take a pic of him and he looked up and saw you. You blushed and embarrassed ran away and since then you have been avoiding him and hiding around the from him and eating out with your friends.

One night you’re trying to sleep and you can’t cause you have the burning question of who should you choose. I mean you like both of them but don’t know what to do so you get up and go talk to Jimin.

(You) “ jimin? I have a serious thing I need to talk to you abt and you can’t tell anyone.”

(Jimin)”ok I’m all eat rn”

(You)” ok so I’ve liked taehyung since I met him but I also am now in love with jungkook bc he treats me very well and I’ve been avoiding both.”

(Jimin)” and why are you avoiding them y/n?

(You)”bc jungkook has been preventing me from hanging out with tae at all and jungkook bc last week I saw him working out with no shirt and it was really hot and I took a photo of it and he heard it and I’m embarrassed bc that’s weird and I think he might hate me.

(Jimin)” tbh choose the one who you’re really in love with.”

[bewithm3]

(Who should I choose tae🐅or jungkook🐇?)your reaction of choosing between Tae or kookie pt.1

•you can finish the story I’m just making the sides but I’ll make more to show what you could have chosen but make these into your own story

•this contains smut

Ok so you have been friends with jungkook since 7th grade and y’all were basically inseparable but you recently caught your self catching feelings with your best friend aka (jungkook).😉 But when you first met the other members you got love at first site with taehyung. And back story abt yall.

You both were nervous to talk to each other but with the help of jungkook you were besties immediately. And ever since you and him hung out and one night y’all had a big sleep over and you both were sitting close by each other and the other members were teasing y’all so y’all got tired of it and decided to ignore them but they continued this for years. So about 5 years ago y’all were doing your sleep over on the private jet and y’all were tired of it and just to drive them nuts y’all made out infront of them. Reminder y’all were both completely sober as was everyone else and this made you so happy but later that night he told you it meant nothing and it was a prank which broke you but you loved the feeling.

And ever since then you were still in love with him. But recently jungkook has been treating you like a baby and caring for you for example making dinner for just the two of you, carrying you to bed when you fell asleep on the couch, buying you gifts, giving you flowers, and keeping taehyung away from you. Which drove Tae crazy bc you were close friends. But the thing that made you have a crush on jungkook is you saw him shirt less in the gym working out.

So you were going to let jungkook know abt his schedule change and couldn’t find him so you asked namjoon and he said he’s working out. So you go down and you see him and this prompted you to stare at him even take a photo but he heard your phone take a pic of him and he looked up and saw you. You blushed and embarrassed ran away and since then you have been avoiding him and hiding around the from him and eating out with your friends.

One night you’re trying to sleep and you can’t cause you have the burning question of who should you choose. I mean you like both of them but don’t know what to do so you get up and go talk to Jimin.

(You) “ jimin? I have a serious thing I need to talk to you abt and you can’t tell anyone.”

(Jimin)”ok I’m all eat rn”

(You)” ok so I’ve liked taehyung since I met him but I also am now in love with jungkook bc he treats me very well and I’ve been avoiding both.”

(Jimin)” and why are you avoiding them y/n?

(You)”bc jungkook has been preventing me from hanging out with tae at all and jungkook bc last week I saw him working out with no shirt and it was really hot and I took a photo of it and he heard it and I’m embarrassed bc that’s weird and I think he might hate me.

(Jimin)” tbh choose the one who you’re really in love with.”

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episode nine - the day the music died:

• “crazy moon tonight, eh?” brady’s not even the canadian 🥴

• the cops driving in the direction of your house is never a good thing

• even worse when they’re there when you pull up

• and of course elliot is already there too!

• “i’m afraid there’s been an accident” COLTON 😭😭😭

• AND BABY KAT REACHED FOR BABY ELLIOT FIRST

• brady is literally right there we love to see him lose

• sorry not the time colton is dead

• present day kat “taking a weekend” as if she’s ever relaxed even for a second since she turned 15

• “you two [kat and dell] are way too similar.” yes alice! i’ve been saying!!

• AND SHES LITERALLY JUST GOING TO ELLIOTS ASKDHAGDJSKA

• just a weekend of kissing and “a little bit of time travel on the side” 🤭

• she didn’t even run this plan by him. how could this go wrong!

• “i won’t believe it until i see [the lady at the funeral] with my own eyes” it might seem crazy what im ‘bout to say…

• baby kat abandoning colton, best dad in the world, for brady??? girl

• ugh so heartbreaking that everyone thought colton ran off the road on purpose. like no wonder dell is coping the way she is!!

• besties present elliot and alice 🫶🏽

• oh spencer from school is catering the theater reopening!

• (do we see this happen? i really don’t remember)

• okay yeah colton walking into a strange woman’s house doesn’t look great

• ohp colton caught present kat lurking

• “weren’t you… in my yard?”

• it’s grief therapy!!

• a man in therapy. can colton landry get any more ideal

• “i don’t know how to be a husband any more, or a dad. my son’s gone… and so am i.” okay so they kinda really didn’t care about kat…

• oldest daughter syndrome strikes again

• now why is present dell taking alice to the pond.

• wait the pond is freezing!!! i forgot about this!

• this also kinda gives ‘dell knows about the pond’ vibes. bc like what does she mean “take a cue from mother nature … and say goodbye to the past.” 🤔

• okay so what i remember from the s2 promo is starting to make more sense lol

• something about colton telling “rose” (present kat) “i can help you get back home.” 😭😭😭😭😭

• and then kat literally just gets to hang out with her dad again 🥺

• elliot always worried about the space time continuum

• i don’t know how it doesn’t click to him that what happened ALWAYS happens so obviously kat going back is PART OF IT

• which is also just. too tragic to think about rn but we’ll get to it.

• why are colton and dell always just standing in the kitchen when alice arrives 🥴

• but also she’s better than me bc if my friend wasn’t home i’d be like “welp guess i’ll be going then” not walking into their house with only their parents home

• granted, it’s literally her house and her grandparents but whatever

• alice is the one who underlines the quote in kat’s book 🥺😭😭

• colton and alice playing the guitar 😭

• HE WAS THE REASON SHE STARTED PLAYING AGAIN IN THE PRESENT!!! AND SHE’S THE REASON HE STARTED PLAYING AGAIN IN THE PAST!!! I CANT DO THIS

• playing dell’s song 🥺

• “those words were written in a better time, but they still hold the truth” they were literally so close to healing and coming back together 😔

• “goodbye colton.” “goodbye alice.” 💔

• and dell being there to comfort her in the present 😭😭

• i think alice and colton are cut from the same soul.

• okay i’ve stopped crying

• “elliot! here for dinner?” “i was hoping to get it to go. for two.” “for two? well, it’s about time.” literally everyone saw it but kat askdhagska

• okay so alice disappears from the past when we see her say goodbye to colton, or soon after he dies bc i think she’s at the funeral (will update this later), but then goes back into the pond at the end of s1… so where does she go!? if present kat hadn’t seen her since she was 15…. how is she in the year 2000???

• guess i’ll just have to watch and see 🧍🏽‍♀️

• mad at kat for leaving her mom but also mad at dell for giving up being her mom yk. like at least see her off to college 🙁

• “be there, el, when i leave.” “kat, i would do anything for you. always.” 🥺

• and he’s true to his word!

• elliot at the harold! why does the harold have the archives and not the library…

• also new guy SUSPICIOUSLY leaving town…. convenient 🤨

• “i don’t think ill be missed around here much” okay what’s that mean

• dell and alice girl’s night!!

• “and i, for one, think you are wonderful, alice. i love you, sweetie. i just love you.” “i love you too, dell… grandma?” “oh. oh. wow that felt good. you have no idea how long i have waited to hear that.” 😭😭😭😭

• the pond wouldn’t let kat jump!

• see idk why elliot is freaking out. if the pond doesn’t want her there, the pond won’t let her there! everything that happened has always happened!

• she’s acknowledging that she turned to elliot first the night colton died 🤧

• “i should’ve kept holding your hand and just never let go.”

• colton is a Man in the sense that he does not notice that kat and alice both always show up with wet hair.

• that would be so annoying to me. would invest in a shower cap immediately.

• more grief therapy. you’d think kat would be like “hey should i…. go to this in my time???”

• oof colton has been sleeping in the basement 🙁

• “i wish you could all meet my daughter. she is everything i wish i could be. everything that dell already is, maybe more.”

• kat getting to tell colton that she has a daughter 🥺 he knows! he loves her!

• and colton giving her advice to cope with his death and that’s literally all she’s ever wanted!!! ugh this show is so so layered

• oop alice knows kat didn’t go away for the weekend.

• elliot, looking through the archived papers, “april, may… where the hell is february, byron?” yeah where the hell IS february, byron!! 🤨

• also “hell” number. whatever

• elliot and kat ALREADY fighting 😭 and he is making great points: you can’t change what happens and we know this, we can’t keep talking about the past. but also god imagine having the questions that have literally haunted you all your life ANSWERED !!! imagine the closure!! (not that.. kat will be getting any but still)

• “i need you here and now, in the present!”

• AND THEN ALICE COMING IN AND SAYING THE EXACT SAME THING OH MY GOD

• also the “i want to talk about our future” followed by alice coming in… okay symbolism

• kat stayed in the present 🥺

• and explained colton’s therapy to dell so she knows!!!

• “dad was trying to heal, mom. for you.” TRAGIC

• “but i’ve been just as frozen…. until you and alice came home and forced me to face the past. open up the boxes and accept it.”

• alexa, play right where you left me by taylor swift

• present dell and past colton dancing 🥺🥺🥺

• “you’re my home, delly. you always have been and you always will be.”

• OH GOD SHE’S REMEMBERING THE LAST TIME SHE SAW HIM

• AND HE PROMISED TO TELL HER EVERYTHING

• BUT HE NEVER MADE IT BACK 😭😭😭

• kat and alice mother daughter time. bc alice misses her as her mom, not as her best friend 🥹

• alice telling her she was the one who underlined the alice in wonderland quote 🥹

• kat doesn’t listen!!!

• girl that pond is gonna freeze on you!!!

• she’s landed on The Night

• SHE’S AT THE SCENE OF THE WRECK BUT IT HASN’T HAPPENED YET

• archived paper, “witness claims to have seen two women running through the woods” me, gasping, “wait why am i gasping i knew that already”

• ONE THING ABOUT ALICE, SHE IS HER MOTHER’S DAUGHTER

• AND THEY’RE IN THE ROAD

• AND COLTON SWERVES TO MISS THEM

• “hey kiddo. i love you, too. my katherine.” 😭😭😭😭

• I HATE

• but the show!! it’s so fucking good at this!!!! it’s so tragic and so complex

• anyways i’m gonna go cry

fin.

📺 | the way home

live blogging a season one rewatch so i can remember everything for season two 🫡

episode one:

• i hope this show goes on forever bc they clearly have a full story planned for this witch hunt

• honestly forgot about this private school situation

• dad’s suck!

• do we learn about the “one hit” orrr

• chyler leigh in glasses. that’s it that’s the thought.

• “fReEs yOu Up fOr sOmE hOmEsChoOliNg” hey why don’t you hush.

• nah bc these two are like… not even divorced yet and his gf already moved in with him? i’d set the fire alarm off too

• oh the one hit was last year’s showcase

• hallmark letting a “damned” into the script. big slay

• i do really appreciate that young dell is just andie macdowell in a dark wig.

• sorry but it’s kinda a dream to have a farm in ‘nowhere canada’ to escape to, alice.

• i love generational mommy issues 😌

• one thing about andie macdowell, that accent’s gon’ be thicc

• wet dog foreshadowing 👀

• moving in the middle of the school year is wild

• omg and a “what the hell” !!

• mystery letter 😈 (i only vaguely remember how it got sent so excited to relearn that)

• the glow-in-the-dark ceiling stars 🥺

• LMAO OKAY dell was wrong for sending her out in her pjs but it was funny hehe 🤭

• ELLIOT!!!!

• “you got a lot in common… what with your divorces.” dell that’s so southern of you

• “and me?” OOF

• dell landry: bee keeping age 😗

• fair that kat wants to talk about her brother and dad but didn’t she also…. like. leave?? ���

• “if you ever need to talk i’m here. any place. any… time.” very subtle elliot thank you

• ohp. guess that’s why i don’t remember the bracelet. so rose from titanic of her

• wait that’s literally how she gets in the pond ?? okay that’s on me then.

• baby kat!! (A+ casting btw 🤌🏽)

• i could not imagine sitting on TIME TRAVEL for over 14 years. good on elliot

• elliot and kat better get back together in like the first 2 minutes of s2 🤧

• baby elliot!

• as someone who lost their grandpa when i was really young, alice meeting her grandpa and their whole relationship just hits different 🥺

• no bc the 90s ARE totally back in style.

• “alice will be fine.” “jacob wasn’t.” he was 6, girl 😭

• the white witch 😟 (me: wait why am i gasping i already knew that.)

• the blurry picture is actually very clever!

• elliot just standing over the pond ominously 🧍🏻‍♂️

• idk why but i love that kat called him to yell at him.

• kat, he just knows, okay!!

fin.