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wildemaven · 5 months

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you, me & john mcclane | dave york

→ pairing: dave york x f!reader

→ word count: 4342

→ content warning: 18+ blog; friends/idiots to lovers, mentions of food and alcohol consumption, blind dates, mentions of bad dating history, miscommunication, soft dave, carol and dave are divorced but rockstar co-parents, fluff, pining, reader is wearing a dress, no descriptive features of reader, die hard is a Christmas movie, equalizer 2 au, I think that's it but let me know if I missed anything

→ notes: im really hoping this reads well because i struggled getting it finished. words became rough to work with. part of the holi-dave universe, but can be read as a holiday one shot too. big thank you to @gnpwdrnwhiskey for listening to me ramble about these two!!! somewhat beta'd, but not entirely.

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5 minutes late. Not that you’re keeping track. Although, it’s hard not to when the hostess keeps checking in to see if your date has arrived because they can’t hold your table all night, as you wait in the front lobby of the restaurant. Actively trying your best to convince her your date should be arriving any minute— nearing 10 minutes late now.

You want to be annoyed. You want to call it a night, order your meal to-go, make the trek back home so you can slip back into something less revealing with more layers to fight off the almost freezing temperatures that you hadn’t accounted for when you got dressed earlier. Then once you’ve cocooned yourself in a blanket on the couch, you’ll call your friend and laugh at what a horrible matchmaker she is.

Blind dates have never been your thing. Sure, you have heard plenty of success stories from friends and family about meeting their partners on a blind date, falling in love and getting that happily ever after kind of romance that you’ve always wanted. But that's never been the case for you. You weren’t convinced blind dating would ever produce any sort of cosmic connection like you’ve always heard about. You could barely get a second date from the ones you’ve been on.

You decide to stay, give this whole thing a chance and see what happens— that is if he ever shows up.

The frigid air billows in at the opening of the restaurant door. The cold biting at the exposed skin your dress isn’t covering, as you curl into yourself, turning away to shield your body from the air that’s spilling through the entranceway.

You scan the restaurant for what seems like the hundredth time now. All the couples and families seated comfortably as they enjoyed their warm meals. Probably discussing their upcoming holiday plans and their excitement for the new year ahead.

Glancing down at your phone, it’s approaching 15 minutes late now. Sadness begins to settle in the pit of your stomach. Clearly this date isn’t happening tonight and it’s time to call it like it is, you got stood up— also not a first for you. You tuck your phone back into your purse and make your way over to let the hostess know that she can give your table away.

“Oh my gosh! Dave?” Recognizing a familiar face standing next to the ‘wait to be seat sign’.

“Hey— Hey! How are you?” He says with a smile, instantly moving in to give you a warm friendly hug. His cologne, all masculine and refreshing, wafts about as you lean into him— you envy whoever gets to revel in it tonight.

“I’m good, thanks.” You tell him, as you step out of the way of the couple who just walked in to check in for their reservation. “What are you doing all the way over on this side of town? You picking up dinner for you and the girls? They would love their chicken tenders, super crispy. Molly would love the garlic aoli, it’s really good.”

“Uh, yeah— I mean no, sorry. The girls are with Carol tonight. Things ran late at the office and I’m supposed to be meeting someone for dinner.” He doesn’t mean to be rude, his attention focused on glancing at the seated guests.

“Oh! Same. Except I’m not the one running late, my date is.” You glance back over your shoulder to the restaurant door, still no sign of your date.

“Oh yeah? Maybe he’ll have a good excuse when he shows up.” Dave says, giving the restaurant one last look before setting back against the wall to give you his full attention.

“I hope so, I’m starting to get hungry. Do you know what they look like? Maybe they’re somewhere else in the restaurant? I think there’s a back room through those doors.” You point towards the back of the restaurant. You’re in no rush to leave and start your sulking, so you might as well help a friend out.

“No. It’s a blind date. Literally don’t know a single thing about them. Was just told to be here at 5pm.” The opening of the front door grabs his attention, another well dressed couple enters. He breathes out a sigh, head falling back against the wall, wishing he was anywhere else but here waiting to have dinner and forced conversation with a stranger.

“Then how are you going to know if they’re here or not?” You laugh, situating yourself next to Dave on the wall.

“The dress. That was the only thing I told to look out for— that she would be wearing a brown dress.” He says casually as he checks the watch on his left hand.

A brown dress should be easy enough to spot. Taking a look around to see if you might have better luck spotting his brown-dress-wearing date. It’s nothing but bold reds, soft whites and classic black scattered through the room of guests— no brown dress in sight.

When the hostess glances over to you with her annoyed look, you decide to call it a night. Straightening up off the wall, you prepare to bid Dave a goodbye and make your way home to see what can be done to save the rest of your evening. You adjust your purse strap on your shoulder and start pulling at where the silky fabric of your dress had ridden up. Smoothing over the wrinkles to make sure it’s laying right. You freeze the second your brain registers exactly you’re wearing tonight.

You look up to where Dave is still standing, focused on the ground, hands folded together in front of him. Suddenly becoming keenly aware of every detail about him. Ones that you hadn’t bothered to notice or pay attention to when you said hello only minutes ago.

“Dave… you’re wearing a gray t-shirt and leather jacket.” Your voice barely above a whisper as you try to convey the realization that you’re starting to come to.

“Yeah. Carol told me to wear it. Said it made me look less CIA or whatever.” He pulls open the jacket front, revealing more of his shirt underneath, very much gray and definitely less CIA. He lets the jacket fall back into place, checking his watch for the second time.

“Dave…” Attempting to get his attention again. Your eyes widen once all the dots have been fully connected.

“Yeah?” Dave looks up from his watch, taking in your shocked expression.

“Dave, I’m wearing the brown dress Carol picked out for me— I’m your date, Dave.” His eyes trail down your body— brown silk dress. The same brown silk dress that Carol said his date would be wearing when he arrived at the restaurant tonight.

“Carol set us up?” You both say in unison.

Staring at each other, you’re both completely dumbfounded at the thought of being set up.

You met Carol by chance one morning 3 years ago at a local coffee shop you stop in everyday before work. It was unusually busy in the small coffee shop, which led to your orders being mixed up.

A 10 minute chat while you both waited for the kind baristas to remake your drinks quickly turned into a budding friendship between you. Purposefully arriving for coffee in the mornings so you could catch up on the latest news and tv shows you both loved before jetting off to work.

Before you knew it you were meeting up for dinner and drinks regularly, booking girls trips and attending concerts during the summer, but your favorite was joining Carol and her girls for movies and pampering.

When you met Carol, she had already been divorced for almost 3 years. You admired how well she was juggling life and work as a single mom. She attributed it to having a great co-parenting relationship with her ex-husband.

It was months later when Dave and you had officially met at a summer barbecue Carol and him were throwing for the girls and their friends. Inviting all the families to come enjoy the warm weather and grilled food. Carol had invited, forced, you come and hang out for a few hours. She insisted Molly and Alice had begged for you to be there, learning early on it was hard to tell either of them no.

Carol had warned you Dave was quiet. Reserved felt like a better description. Because with you, he was anything but quiet.

After helping Carol set out food and drinks, both of you retreated to a quiet spot on the porch as the chaos of tiny screaming girls took over the backyard. A comfortable silence between you once hello’s and brief pleasantries were shared.

Dave liked that about you, not forcing a conversation with someone just because you were in close proximity. He found that annoying with Carol’s other friends, always wanting to talk to him and never picking up on his lack of interest. He found you both had a similar aversion to groups of people you didn’t know. Watching the barbecue activities unfold from a distance and only making yourselves known when needed.

Silence was soon exchanged for friendly banter and bouts of laughter. The space between you had become nonexistent as you both shared bits of your lives. Walls began to fall. A sudden eagerness to know more about the worlds you both existed in. A full fledged friendship formed in a matter of hours.

From that day on, you were invited to all gatherings whether it took place at Carol’s or Dave’s homes. It became a song and dance of sorts. Always seeking each other out once things were in order. Finding a quiet place on the sidelines to avoid unwanted attention and small talk with literally everyone else.

Unbeknownst to Dave and you, Carol had been keeping tabs on you both over the years. She wasn’t blind to the bond that had quickly developed between you two. The small touches to Dave’s arm when you were deep in conversation. When you would lose yourself in laughter and lean into him when he said something funny. The way Dave’s hand settled against your lower back when he introduced you to someone you hadn’t met before. Carol’s favorite was how, aside from her and the girls, you were able to make him genuinely smile like no one had done in a long time.

It was after a recent failed date you had gone on, mentioning how hard it was to find someone decent enough to be in a relationship with, that Carol decided to take matters into her own hands. Conjuring up a plan to set you, her closest friend, and Dave, her ex-husband. A little nudge both of you seemed to need.

“Look, Dave. I completely understand if you’re not into it and want to leave. No hard feelings at all. But we’re already here and have a table waiting for us to enjoy ourselves— which I’m sure the hostess would love for us to either sit at sooner than later. So, maybe we just do that. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen?” You find it hard to read his blank expression, hoping it’s just pure shock and not that he is repulsed by the fact that he was set up with you.

Are you even his type? Could he see something beyond just a friendship with you? Not things you had ever really worried about until just now. The thought of being rejected by not just someone, but by Dave had you distracted with embarrassment and worry.

A smile begins to form on his face, the tension he’d been wearing when he first arrived no longer evident now that he won’t be having dinner with just anyone, but with you— something the two of you have never done alone before tonight.

“I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be, now. Let’s go enjoy ourselves.” Sensing your internal panic he attempts to calm your nerves, reassuring you that he fully wants to be here. He takes a step closer to you, his hands curled around your shoulders, thumbs gently sweeping in over your bare skin in a back and forth motion. Worry melting from your face instantly.

“Okay.” Your head tilts to the side as you smile sweetly at him, taking in the softness in his eyes. There’s a part of you that’s sure nothing will come of this evening, just two friends merely entertaining the fact that they were set up. But you’d be lying if you said there wasn't a small part of you that bears hope for the possibility of something flourishing from this evening. Whichever outcome, you’re relieved it is Dave.

It’s not long until you’re seated at a small table for two, draped in white soft linens. The overhead lights set to a low muted level, allowing the tabletop candles to elevate the restaurant's evening ambiance. A musician sits at a small piano in the corner, playing a rendition of some holiday song, its nostalgic tune mingling with the hushed voices conversing about.

Drinks and warm appetizers placed among the candles, festive florals and white porcelain tableware. Your meals were discussed and deliberated then placed with the waiter, leaving you both alone in a hushed nervous state. Neither of you quite sure what to say, unsure whether or not you address the elephant in the room— Carol’s secretive matchmaking tactics.

“How are the girls?” You decide to stick to the safety of topics you both know. Hoping the ease of familiarity will lead to a more relaxed dialogue as the night passes.

“Good. They’re good.” He says, in a very to the point Dave response. The waiter breaks the stagnant bubble surrounding you to refill his water, Dave giving a nod of gratitude before directing his attention back to you.

“That’s good.” You quietly release a shaky breath.

“How’s work?” Dave asks after taking a sip from his glass of aged whiskey. He sets it back on the table, before relaxing back into the chair. His arm propped up by the armrest, chin resting between his thumb and forefinger and his eyes focused on you.

You briefly fixate on the flickering light that dances across his ambered irises, the glow of the candle’s flame reflecting in his eyes. A golden brilliance that’s so vividly captivating, you can’t help but feel the warmth that gleams from them— how have you never noticed their allurement before?

“Good. Great, actually. I got that promotion I was telling you about last month.” You don’t miss the way he immediately smiles at your answer.

“I knew you would get it. Congrats!” Dave is proud of you.

He had hoped he hadn’t overstepped when he encouraged you to apply for the position. Agonizing over it with him during a potluck dinner Carol had put together a month ago. You weren’t so convinced you had it in you, but Dave knew otherwise. He knew how hard it had been for you, working tirelessly to prove your worth in a male dominated field. But he also knew how well you held your own against the pressure of being scrutinized doing your job just because you were female. You just needed a little encouragement to make it happen, and Dave was more than happy to give it to you.

“Thank you.” You say gratefully. He raises his glass up to you, grabbing for your white wine, your glass meets his in a clinking celebration.

A rich note strikes from the piano. The warm cadence of a new song catches your attention, drawing you to look over at where the musician's hands move effortlessly over the keys. After a few chorus plays through the second half, you redirect your attention back to the table. Your heart flutters with vibrancy at the way Dave is already looking at you. A reverent gaze that gives you the idea that his eyes have been drawn to you the entire time.

“What?” You ask. Your playful confusion has Dave chuckling, his fingers rub steadily over his bottom lip.

“Nothing. Just—“ Dave knows the moment he says it, there’s no turning back. He’s been silently gauging your demeanor. Noting how you fiddle with the silverware when you’re talking. Or the way you look at him with a subdued intensity, not allowing yourself to truly express your feelings to him— or for him.

With a deep breath and burning confidence, Dave’s willing to take a leap of faith to break the nervous tension that is strung tightly between you both.

“Just what?” Encouraging him to continue. Your fingers twisting your napkin in your lap, each revolution pulling it tighter and tighter in your grip.

“Just admiring how beautiful you look right now. Something I never fully allowed myself to do before this evening.” He sees the way you react to his words. Relief or a validation of your own feelings.

“How come?” You have a feeling you already know, but you want to hear him say it.

“You’re Carol’s friend. I didn’t want to ever make you uncomfortable.”

“You’ve never made me feel anything but comfortable, Dave.” It’s the truth. You don’t think you’ve ever felt so comfortable or safe with anyone. “But I get what you mean. With you being Carol’s ex-husband and that unspoken understanding of respecting her boundaries as her friend. I guess I’ve always been happy with being just your friend, too. But clearly she has a very strong opinion about us though.”

You both laugh, knowing how determined Carol gets when she has a feeling about something.

You both take a moment. No words needed or spoken. Neither of you are willing to wipe the absurd smiles off of your faces, while you stare at each other with an unbridled sense of fondness. The rest of dinner carries on with a better sense of purpose and understanding between you both. Endless conversation exchanged well into dessert. An eagerness to know more about each other before the evening’s end.

It’s a velvety darkness that welcomes you the moment you both step out onto the sidewalk outside the restaurant. White tuffs of clouds drift through the sky, shrouding the moon and stars' usual intense glow for diffused lambency.

The town’s streets are filled with an abundance of Christmas lights hung from store fronts and wrapped around tree bases, providing a perfect backdrop for an after dinner stroll.

“Do you want to take a walk? Look at the lights before we call it a night?” Not really wanting to rush home any time soon, hoping to rack up more time with Dave as possible.

“Sure. Here, take my jacket though, you’re gonna freeze out here.” He could tell you were trying to bravely endure the cold air nipping at your bare skin, but the goosebumps covering your arms and the slight shivering would have you freezing in no time.

He doesn’t really give you an option, draping the leather jacket over your shoulders. The warmth is welcomed as you pull it tightly against you, grateful the moment a brisk breeze picks up and sweeps through the air.

“Thank you.” You say as you both begin to walk in step together down the festively lit sidewalk.

“Of course. Any time.” Dave says with a soft smile. His hands tucked securely into his jeans as he does his best to keep the chilly air at bay.

A group of carolers offer a special serenade of Christmas classics, Dave and you both stopping to enjoy the merriment their harmonies add to the atmosphere. Dave tosses a few generous bills into their tip jar before you both continue your stroll.

“What are your plans for Christmas?” You know him and Carol have a great system for the girls, always making sure they both get equal time with them.

“I get to have the girls Christmas Eve this year. Well open gifts Christmas morning and do our tradition of pancakes for breakfast before Carol picks them up.” You love that he has a special tradition with the girls, there isn’t anything he wouldn’t do for them.

“Carol said they’re asking for a dog this year?” Remembering how Carol had mentioned the girls had been begging for a dog for the better part of the year. So it was no surprise when you had heard they were forgoing Barbie’s and clothes in hopes to add a new furry companion to the family.

“Yeah. They sat us down last week with a full blown presentation on why they think we should get them one.”

“What was one of their reasons?” Knowing full well Molly and Alice probably had a decent list of all the reasons for getting one.

“I think the top reason was that a dog would make me less grumpy.” His brows pinch together with his signature grumpy expression, the reason seemingly obvious at this moment.

“Oh my god, Dave! They deserve a dog just for their efforts alone!” You bite back a snicker, loving how the girls didn’t hold back one bit. Although, you do find his grumpy expressions cute and charming.

“Go on, laugh it up.” He shakes his head at your teasing. “What about you? Do you have any plans for Christmas?” Dave asks. His shoulder lightly bumps against you as you continue to walk in a close proximity to him.

“If you call feasting on a rotisserie chicken straight out of the container while rewatching Die Hard an unhealthy amount of times, plans— then yes, I have plans.” You try to say with a straight face, but fall into a fit of laughter when you see the empathetic look on Dave’s face. “I’m kidding, mostly. I usually spend Christmas with my parents, but they’re out of town this year. So it’s just me— and John McClane.”

“Hey.” Dave grabs your hand, pulling you to a stop with him. His eyes flitting over your face, his thumb brushing over the top of your hand he’s still holding. “Why don’t you come over once Carol gets the girls. I can make dinner and we watch Die Hard a healthy amount of times together, if you want?”

There’s a warmth that radiates through you at his offer. You feel giddy at the thought of spending Christmas, alone, with Dave. You don’t know quite yet what this thing that’s blooming between you is, but you trust that Dave will catch you— especially with how you’re thoroughly falling for him.

“I’d love that— oh shit! Dave, come here!” Your hand now wrapped around his as you try to pull him from where he’s standing. His stubborn body is rooted in place, not moving as you continue to hold him while looking at something overhead that caught your attention.

Dave catches your line of sight. Looking up to see a bundle of mistletoe hanging from the shop sight you both were standing under. He looks back to you, panic stricken by the sight of the green foliage dangling above. He steps closer to you, his lopsided grin slowly becoming a more pronounced smile.

“Dave, you don’t have to if you don’t want to. It’s just silly mistletoe.”

“Isn’t there some sort of thing about bad luck if we don’t?” He slowly starts to lean in towards you, his eyes searching for any kind of hesitation in yours.

“I don’t think that’s a thing.” You murmur. Your stomach flips with anticipation.

“I guess there’s only one way to find out.”

His lips are softer than you could ever have imagined. For even the briefest of kisses, it feels electric and warm.

Dave pulls back slightly, his gaze oscillating between your lips and your eyes, taking in the blissed out look you have. Silent confirmation that you were craving it as much as he was.

It’s dizzying passion when Dave’s lips crash into yours. One of his hands cradles the back of your head as the other snakes around your lower back, pulling you flush against him. Taking advantage of the way your mouth opens for him, his tongue moving over yours with a fiery fierceness.

It feels right and perfect as you continue to revel in the way he deepens the kiss with each passing breath. His jacket falling from your shoulders to the ground as your hands clutch firmly at the front of Dave’s t-shirt. Your mind is a fuzzy mess of thoughts, swirling about, all focused on Dave and this monumental release.

A whine escapes when Dave pulls away for the second time. His forehead resting on yours. Mouths hanging open, vapor puffs hitting the cold air as you both try to catch your breath.

“Dave York. Great conversationalist, devoted father, devastatingly handsome and exceptional kisser— checks all my boxes.” You purr at him.

“Hmm. The first two seem like a given. Handsome?” Asks as he continues to hold you close to him.

“Mmhmm.”

“And what was it? Exceptional kisser?” Cradling the side of your face, recalling exactly how you described the kiss.

“No complaints from me. At all.” Your teeth catching your bottom lip, arms wrapping around his neck, fingers tangling in his soft chestnut hair.

“Not a single one?” His nose gently nudges against yours.

“Well— maybe one. My only complaint would be if you never kissed me again.” You shake your head. The thought of never feeling his lips against yours again would be soul crushing.

“I guess it’s a good thing I look forward to doing it again.” He assures you.

“That so?”

His fingers lightly grip your chin, bringing your lips closer to his. This time the kiss is slower, gentle, still conveying just as much affection and intentness as before.

“I definitely could get used to more of that.” You say breathlessly.

“Yeah? How about we take things slow? You promise me another date. I’ll promise to keep kissing you— exceptionally well.” A promise he’s more than willing to keep.

“I like the sound of that.” Pulling him back for another kiss.

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if blue could be happiness

PAIRING. na jaemin x female!reader WORD COUNT. 2.4k CONTAINS. angst, romance, actor!au WARNINGS. implied smut, just the reader being sad and in her head a lot, pretty reflective and retrospective, not much plot more emotions and vibes PLAYLIST. if blue could be happiness - florist | never goodbye - nct dream | liability - lorde NOTE. turns out i love complex female characters and depressing stories and men who fall harder… who is sensing a theme in my works? also im kinda back hahahaha hope everyone has been well xx. i’d say i’ll be more active now but i have a bad track record. that being said, please do give this some love and interact and let me know ur thoughts bc that will motivate me to be more active and post more things!!! would love to chat with you all <3

All you have ever known is being alone, so you can’t help but pull away when Jaemin comes into your life. Too bad he’s here to stay.

NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU LOVE TRAVELING, there is a wave of relief that hits you when the plane finally makes its descent in New York City. The tall buildings shimmer against the twilight sky, and even from so far away, you can sense the hustle and bustle of the always-busy city. You can imagine people getting off work after staying late, going into bars for happy hour. They laugh and giggle with their friends with a drink in their hands. New York City is always alive, and that’s why you love being there, as the fervor and excitement almost allows you to forget about how empty you feel all the time.

Despite that, there is a blue stillness around. A cloud of comfort, broken by a brief anticipation.

Your fingers curl around your seatbelt, waiting for the indication that you could finally take it off and leave the plane. It had been a month since you were last home, as you had been in Paris for the shoot of your upcoming movie. There is no doubt that your time there had been lovely, for you participated in every cliche there was for a Parisian tourist… eating too many croissants every day, visiting the Eiffel Tower, getting lost in the Louvre. The actual work you had gone to Paris for also concluded smoothly, but film shoots were never a problem for someone like you who actually enjoys their job.

None of that mattered though. You were aching to finally be home. It’s difficult to ignore your heart that is practically beating out of your chest, but that may be for reasons other than simply arriving back in your favorite city.

Reasons that are called Na Jaemin.

You wonder if he thought about you nearly as much as you did over the past month. And why would you, consider that you were the one who pushed him away. But you keep on wondering this as you leave the plane. He plagues your mind at the baggage claim, when you get into the car waiting for you, and the entire ride home. The buzz of your phone on the leather seat next to you is the only thing that pulls you out of your daze, eyes blindly following whatever buildings you could see in the distance. It was getting late, but New York never slept.

It buzzes again, and you finally blink before reaching for your phone. It’s a text from your sister, who had been house-sitting for you (or, more of an excuse to hang out in the city).

sister: he just showed up.

Your eyebrows furrow. The texts keep coming in

sister: (name). sister: JAEMIN IS HERE sister: when are you getting back?

Movements growing frantic, you quickly look outside for a landmark, realizing you were still pretty far from your apartment. And with the city traffic, it would at least be another hour.

you: WDYM HE’S HERE? you: i won’t be home for a while you: tell him to go wait in my room

She sends you a thumbs up and you sigh, leaning back into your seat to close your eyes in hopes of getting some rest. Your efforts prove to be futile, of course, because he’s all you can think about.

The first time you met him, you were drunk out of your mind. It was Ryujin’s party for actors to gather and mingle if you remembered correctly, but truthfully your memories of that night were pretty foggy. Everyone was dressed nicely and there was expensive liquor lining the countertops, but you ungracefully stumbled into Jaemin, a new and rising actor whose name was everywhere on the tabloids, in a corner somewhere. See, you were normally always on your best behavior, with perfectly styled hair, manicured nails, and hands folded politely. You never tripped over your own feet. You never spoke out of turn. You never did what you weren’t supposed to do, which was a long list considering you were an A-list actress with an image pristine like glass. People looked up to you.

So you had really no explanation for how Jaemin’s hands ended up around your waist, his lips chasing your own. Your body was hot against his, aching for his touch, and when you finally gave in, there was no stopping either of you. His lips moved ferociously against yours, lighting your skin on fire wherever they touched you.

It was no surprise you ended up in his bed later that night, but it was equally less of a surprise that you left the next morning before he could even wake up.

Yet, that was only the beginning. You seemed to run into him everywhere. At parties of mutual friends, you didn’t even realize you shared. At dress fittings, because the stylist for your next movie also happened to be his personal stylist. At the new coffee shop you decided to try out, and then realized was his favorite.

Suddenly, you couldn’t run away anymore. He was going to be in your life, whether you willed for it or not, so you entertained it for a brief minute. So you kissed him at parties and showed up at dress fittings with your hand in his. Every Sunday, you went to his favorite coffee shop together. You went to sleep in his bed and woke up in his arms. His name was linked to yours, and everyone talked about it, but you didn’t care. You had relinquished all control of your life.

It was great, until it wasn’t. Until he got too close, and you went too far.

That night, there was a downpour in New York City and you retreated back into the comforts of your home. Of the perfect, orderly life you built for yourself.

And the next morning, you left for Paris.

There is a tremble in your fingers as you enter the code to your apartment. Why was he here? You pushed him away, and then he was meant to stay away. People don’t usually try so hard to remain in your life. Probably because of how distant you keep your heart from them. Or maybe that’s why you began doing it in the first place. It’s been so long, you cannot even remember what came first.

Your sister greets you with a worried smile as you enter. She takes your coat from you and you take a moment to set down your belongings, including the large suitcase you had been hauling behind you. The longer you take to go into your room, the longer you have to prepare for whatever is about to happen.

“(Name). He’s been waiting.” Your sister says, looking pointedly at your room door. You’ve dug your toes so far into black boots that you are afraid they may appear at the other end. There is a fleeting touch of comfort on your shoulder before she walks away. With a sigh, you take off your shoes and arrange them neatly on the shoe rack.

In an apartment as big as yours, the walk to your room is shorter than you remember, but you know you cannot delay this any further. Jaemin is definitely aware of your presence, no matter how softly your clothed feet hit the wooden floor of your apartment, so you finally open the door.

Your heart stills when you see him. He’s sitting at the foot of your bed, wearing a fluffy brown jacket and a hat to match. It’s pretty obvious how he looks out of place against your cold, blue walls.

“Hi.” His smile is cautious like you might run away upon seeing him. His worries are not entirely absurd though, as you do consider backing away. But his eyes are warm, and you remember how much you are aching for his touch. You can’t help but take another step towards him.

“Hi.” Your voice cracks and he notices, but you both choose to ignore it.

“How was Paris?”

“It was good.” The temperature of your room must be near freezing, but somehow your words are colder. Jaemin winces, subtle yet noticeable, and stands up, rubbing his hands on his jeans. You pray that he doesn’t move any closer to you, as then you might actually run away, and somehow, he listens.

The heart is a silly little thing, because you find yourself disappointed at the distance between Jaemin and you, even though this ruin was your doing.

“(Name)...” You’re not sure what he’s going to say, but the deep breath he takes before speaking lets you know that you are not ready to hear it. Not yet.

“Sorry for making you wait. Got stuck in traffic.” You begin moving around the room to straighten up a few things that suddenly looked out of order, even though no one had entered your room while you were gone.

“Oh, uh, it’s okay.” His gaze follows your every move. “I hope your sister wasn’t uncomfortable with me just showing up.”

“No, not uncomfortable. Just surprised that you’re here.” Arranging your lipsticks from the darkest red to the lightest nude seemed like the perfect task at this moment, so you stand in the corner of your room farthest from Jaemin, hovering over your vanity.

He sighs. “Me too.”

This makes you glance back at him, eyebrows raised. “You are… also surprised that you’re here?”

“Yeah, considering how you just left me, why would I want to be here?” Jaemin is always honest, and you appreciate him for that, but you can’t ignore the guilt that pools in your stomach as you finally meet his eyes.

Your lips purse, and if you’re feeling anything, you don’t let it show. “Why are you here, then?”

This is the question that ultimately pushes him over the edge. Jaemin’s expression darkens as he finally closes the distance between you two, stopping just close enough so you could feel his breath against yours.

“You’re seriously asking me this? After everything?” He asks incredulously, his eyes searching for answers in your own

“I told you it was over.”

“Okay, but why?” You don’t answer, but you also don’t step away. “What are you afraid of?” Your lip quivers.

“Stop,” you whisper, as you feel your resolve starting to break. Jaemin takes a step back but keeps going.

“That I’ll break your heart? That I’ll leave you and go away?” He lets out an empty, pained laugh. “Well, isn’t that what you’ve done?”

“Jaemin, I–” You begin to speak, but now it’s his turn to cut you off.

“But despite all that, I still love you.” Your eyes widen, and an unknown, indescribable feeling overtakes your entire being. A single tear escapes you, of guilt, and fear, of love and longing.

The room is silent for a minute, and then another.

You are unsure of what the proper response to his confession should be, but whatever it is, you have messed it up already by waiting so long. You owe him an answer, because of everything you’ve put him through. Because you walked into his life, and then walked out, doing it first as you were afraid he would soon enough. But above all, because you loved him too, despite everything you had tried to convince yourself of.

“I’m sorry.” You aren’t sure how to put all your thoughts in words, so you decide to apologize first, instead. And even though it may be a deflection, you hope he realizes that it’s sincere.

But there’s disbelief in his eyes, and you hate that he doubts you, even though you’ve given him every reason to. “That’s it?”

“You’re right. I left because I wanted to do it before you could.” You continue, providing him with the honesty he deserved from day one. “I was so sure you would, because people always leave anyway, you know? They come into my life, I get used to them, then they leave, and I have to get used to life without them. There’s only so many times you can do that before you simply cannot anymore.”

Jaemin’s expression is unreadable as he considers what you said. “So, the solution was to push me away, even though I told you I wasn’t going anywhere that night?” Now his tone is neutral, and you are unable to figure out if he is mad, upset, or disappointed by your explanation.

“Do you know how many times I’ve been told that?”

You had always known that the film world was a lonely one. Your dad was a producer and your mom was an actress. They fell in love when they were twenty and fell out of love when they were twenty-five, with affairs and scandals galore. That left you and your sister, mere toddlers, stuck in the middle, as they threatened to leave each other. Eventually, they just left you. Despite all that, you chose to go down the same path, as the film world was the only world you knew. And then you went through it all over it again, as friends, boyfriends, managers, and mentors all came into your life, only to leave again. The only person who had stuck around was your sister, but because she had to.

Jaemin was the first person who ever wanted to be in your life, by choice.

“I should’ve been more clear then. If I had told you I loved you that night, would you have stayed?” He asks, his voice breaking.

“I don’t think anything would’ve stopped me that night,” you say quietly, remembering how quickly you booked a flight to Paris, and leaving one week earlier than you were originally supposed to for your shoot.

“And how about now?”

You look into Jaemin’s eyes and see only a love for yourself, despite everything, just as he said. And in that moment, the heaviness that you had been carrying around in your heart for as long as you can remember finally settles.

“I want to stay.” You admit.

“So what’s stopping you?”

The question that has plagued you forever now rises to your lips, in a bout of vulnerability you never saw for yourself. “Please don’t leave me.”

At that, Jaemin is immediately reaching for you, the touch that you had yearned for finally engulfing you. He gently cups your face, pressing his forehead against yours. “I’m here, aren’t I? And, I always will be. I won’t give up on us.” You nod, and return his touch, tugging on the collar of his jacket to pull him closer. “And if you leave, I’ll come after you, again and again, like I did today. I just needed to know that you want this as much as I do.”

“I love you.”

And then you kiss him like you never have before, like blue water in the forests of love. Because if blue could be happiness, that is all you ever want.

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gizkasparadise · 6 months

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also while im here, top dramas of the year ive seen so far (roughly in order)

lost you forever (cdrama)

this is the year of "dramas on paper i hate become immediate most favorite dramas." i was meh or actively disliked a good chunk of the cast before watching it, and wasnt going to bother. tumblr!posts intrigued me and i immediately got hooked. great female lead, great love interests and character development. reverse harem done right!!

moving (kdrama)

i am so sick of superhero shit due to mcu hypersaturation, so this was another one i wasnt going to bother with. but i liked the cast, so i gave it a shot and omg. it's a character study and intergenerational trauma (and intergenerational hope!!) hidden as a superhero movie. the definition of legacy being seeds you plant so your children can see flowers bloom. the family relationships are so good and this show made me cry like 3 times

the glory, part 2

i support women's rights but more importantly i support women's wrongs. a satisfying second half to one of my favorite dramas!

perfect marriage revenge

not even halfway done but i just love it. over the top, extra makjang plot from like 2008 with pocket lint for a budget but executed so well and knows what it's about

upcoming 2023 dramas im excited for

death's game (kdrama)

welcome to samdalri (kdrama)

sweet home season 2!!! (kdrama)

2023 dramas i havent watched yet but got high hopes for

twinkling watermelon

my dearest

story of kunning palace

wonderland of love

call it love

an ancient love song

west out of yumen

2023 biggest letdowns

arthdal chronicles s2. we couldve had it all, and i was excited about recasts. what we got was tedious side plots that took too long, illogical deus ex machinas all over the place, and inconsistent or underused characters. some highlights, but it didnt meet my hype for it :(

worst of evil. incredible ride, dud of an ending

my journey to you. someone will punch me for this, but it was way too slow for me and i couldnt stand the sound/auditory levels for dialogue (everyone. slowly. whispers. everything. all. the. time)

till the end of the moon. LOOK I REALLY LOVED PARTS OF IT. but i hated about the same number of parts and the ending was stupid. a seesaw of emotions.

#kdrama #cdrama #lost you forever #moving kdrama #the glory #perfect marriage revenge

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running-with-kn1ves · 1 year

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(Miha-writing anon here! A little snippet of my interpretation of Miha and Manager's first meeting, along with how he maybe started falling for them! Hope you're doing good!)

TW for mention of dieting!!

“I’m excited to work as your manager!” You said, smiling at your new client. You were a rookie at the agency, rookies get rookies, so you were assigned to an upcoming idol, who had made his debut a few weeks ago. He was a great singer; you could see why his debut single had already gotten so popular.

Miha was oddly quiet, despite the outgoing persona he displayed during interviews. You two didn’t talk much outside of work, he was always training or rehearsing, while you sat at the office and managed upcoming events. The manager position wasn’t as glamorous as the movies made it seem, instead of having sushi with celebrities you sat at your desk and ate cold pasta out of a Tupperware.

You stood outside of the dance room, waiting for Miha. Standing on your toes, you peeked in through the door’s tiny window. Miha was following his coach’s moves to perfection. He wasn’t just naturally skilled; he was an incredibly hard worker, who never backed down. He’d extend rehearsal for hours just to nail one part of the song. You knew the distanced relationship the two of you had was normal, it was good even, but deep down, you wanted to know more about him.

Staring harder at the document did nothing, you couldn’t believe what you were seeing. As his manager, you received a copy of Miha’s training program, this time it was accompanied by a diet. This was just absurd, it was way too little, you looked in shock at his pre-planned meals, if you could even call them that. You stood up from your desk, marching over to the dance room. To your surprise, Miha was alone, sitting up against the large mirror.

“I already know…there always has to be something wrong with me, it’s like no matter how hard I try, it’s never enough”, he said quietly, face buried in his hands. You acted without thinking, sitting down next to him and placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“There’s nothing wrong, Miha, you’re amazing, I’m so proud to be working for someone like you, nothing needs to be changed and nothing is going to be”, you spoke. He raised his head to look at you, his cheeks were damp with tears, it tugged at your heart. He was human; he couldn’t just be controlled how others wanted him to be.

“Do you promise? That things will stay like this?” He asked, his voice weak. Miha leaned against you and you couldn’t find it in you to be embarrassed, he needed it.

“I promise, I have an idea, let’s go get lunch!” You offered, smiling. He wiped his eyes and nodded. You helped him up, he didn’t let go of your hand, not even as you passed by other personnel.

You had a feeling this would be better than the movies.

IM IN LOVE <3333!!!! Manager's strife is so real but Miha is so normal and realistic o(TヘTo) And that last line? Oho boy. If I was Miha I'd be attached too. I'd like to think that with all the pressure coming from everyone else, Manager is like that source of stress relief and shoulder to cry on for Miha, whereas everyone else expects him to carry the world with one hand.

Manager! Reader is there to advocate for him without any expected return ( except for, you know, an hourly wage) and they're oddly genuine. I don't know if It was picked up on in the original piece but you might've been able to make the assumption that Miha twisted some strings and made it so he was Manager's only client after a while. I don't think I made it that apparent but that was something I wanted to add to his story 😅. I'd think he gets possessive incredibly fast, especially knowing how genuine Manager! Reader is and how willing they are to help others. As his career grows and his status becomes more important, Miha obtains the resources to make it so Reader has to solely focus on him. Poor reader :(, but that's just such Miha behavior.

In this snippet I love how almost soft Miha seems! He naturally becomes more prissy and selfish the more attention he gets in his idol-hood, but I love him once being a naïve, bright-eyed newbie who just needs a helping hand. Ugh thank you for liking miha enough to write this anon!! beautiful work, maybe you should take this boy from me and do him justice lol

#should I make a tag for miha?#feel like I should #miha.kn1ves #kn1ves rants #knives rants #writing #yandere #idol #yandere idol #idol x manager #idol x reader #yandere idol x reader #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #x reader #reader insert #reader insert blog

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g-xix · 3 months

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THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME KNOW, TOO SV5 NONNIE!!!!! Lmk how you've been too bc just the other day asw i was thinking it's been so long since i last talked to you :(

HIHI GRACIE <3

i got logged out of my account for a while so i haven’t actually been able to chat w u, even tho i wanted to :’(

i’ve travelled back to my school unfortunately, and even though my exams are up, my history and law teachers decided to just give us more tests. i’m currently studying for those, but last week i’m telling u some demon must’ve possessed me or some shit bc omd it felt like i had the worst sickness known to man. i’m somewhat better now though, but i’m behind on a lot of my school work, so i won’t be very active these next days/weeks unfortunately 😓 i’ll still check up on u tho !!

also a little f1 rant while i’m already here, it’s only 17 more days till it starts again !! i’m soosososo excited !! did u see the news about lewis going to ferrari? he’s my fav on the current grid, so I’m not really sure how i feel about it. i mean, mercedes hasn’t been treating him as well recently, and they’ve also dropped on their production and car developing. but at the same time, ferrari? nando and seb could both tell u what a horrible idea that is, lewis. i really want him to get his 8th before he retires, but i’m scared he won’t 🙁

anywho !!! what about u ?? how have you been ?? i’ve missed chatting w u, even though i read all of your posts 😁 anything interesting at school or any upcoming projects for us readers u can tell us abt? 👀

Awhhwhwhhh why'd u log out? To cheat on me w an alt or j to recentre your life? respectfully hoping it's the latter

And no litr, everyone ik is really quite sick atm so I'm hoping you get back to good health very very soon because from what I've seen this cold-covid-RAT looks absolutely awful to have. Take care of yo goofy ahh sv5 nonnie, eat your vitamins n minerals and keep healthy

And what's "it"? Like, THE f1? And is F1 like football, like yk, are there European races or is it just worldwide? And are there qualifiers + how do they decide which countries race?

Wait nvm im a fucking idiot i j realised the teams that race are car brands/teams not countries 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ Dear God I'm sorry for wasting anyone's time by making u read that, that is honestly embarrassing behaviour on my behalf.

But yeah! My mum said smth ab Hamilton being a driver for Ferarri atm (kinda flew over my head bc i dont rmbr who he drove for initially). And oh, mercedes have been neglecting him? That's good that Lewis is out and into a team that'll treat him better and help him win too.

And 8th what? 8th like, win? If so i hope that too. Well, i don't really know what I hope. All I know is that Stroll is hot and apparently looks as though he's been "freshly fucked into a mattress" (idk i posted a pic ab him and the reblogs still haunt me to this day), Seb's got a nice family and bread baking hobby, fans want to fuck Oscar, Lando and Max, and the rest are a little bit foreign to me

Isn't there a movie coming out (maybe out now tbf) about a racer that was a video game neek but got recruited by Ferrari or another big racing group? Do lmk the name + whether you've seen it + whether it's out + who it's acc based on bc it looks super super super interesting imo

And YAYAYAY nice to see you've still been watching (even if silently)

I'm doing well ty, I've decided it's time to get outta seasonal depression n kickstart loving life again.

I've got a scholar's exam coming up which is gna be hard to get so everyone manifest or pray for me pls, either works...

And in terms of projects, currently I'm doing s'more HC's (AMP eating out and another genre), ATV fluff, ATV threesome oneshot, and a Kinktober-core smut for ChrisMD!!!

Stay in touch SV5 nonnie, it's always acc bare cute talking to u

PEACE N LOVE!!!!

#WAFFLE!!#long rant myb broskis #f1 #formula one #formula 1 #lewis hamilton #ferrari #seb vettel #sebastian vettel #alonso #fernando alonso #stroll #lance stroll #lando norris #lando #oscar piastri #max verstappen

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eggtartz · 1 year

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my hands needs to have self control, i just accidentally deleted the request someone asked that tr characters chilling at the beach 😭 whoever you are that requested this, this was so late gosh, i had a tough week and had a hard time to gather thoughts to write again but no worries. thankyou for requesting and enjoy 🫶🏻

: huge spoilers of the manga ❗

summer that year was hot, probably hotter than previous years but it wasn't minded at all. not when the whole toman members were gathering, in their hideout everyone giddy that their acting president, hanagaki takemichi was announcing he would finally marry the love of his life. mikey dramatically shed a tear while chifuyu actually sheds lots of tears.

everything has been planned from the wedding dress to the venue, the toman members insisted they were involved with everything and all held their breath for the upcoming today which was still far away, actually. more exactly, a year from then. but they were very excited and takemichi doesn't mind any of it.

"takemichi how do you want a bachelor party like?"

"uh, i don't mind really. as lon as everyone's there, it'll be fine"

"we should go to the beach!"

"don't you think it's too hot to got there? i'll get sunburn"

"you pea brain! it's not like we're just laying down under the sun! there's a hotel nearby, we should bring our booze and stay there"

"oi don't you think you're being a bad influence right now?"

"the beach it is!"

so the deliquents booked four rooms to share for like twenty people? yeah kokonoi didn't liked the arrangement at all. "who the hell booked these rooms heaven's sake i have money!"

"what the hell peh it's just three nights why are there three bags?!"

"my skincare is in there shut up"

they settled down that night while draken whipped out a projector to put on a movie, kakucho and izana was cooking while mitsuya helped. hakkai tried to help too but his hands keep getting burned so taiju (very scarily) told him to sit down and not help them. kisaki and hanma bought back more food from the store while baji complained about him being hungry.

"this feels nice" mikey said while looking at takemichi beside him. takemichi meekly smiled and nodded, happy and glad. while bickering is happening in the background, takemichi couldn't be happier that everyone was here, safe and sound.

"so im planning we go swimming tomorrow if the weather's good" draken said while munching on some popcorn, his eyes fixated on the projector. after a while, izana comes in with an apron and food on a tray and told everyone to eat up.

"sit down brother, you've done enough. the rest would do the dishes, you and kakucho can go and rest yeah?" mikey said while holding his half brother, izana still wiping his hand on his apron.

"yeah, thanks. OI HAITANI THATS HOT DONT SHOVE IT IN YOUR MOUTH" izana scrambled to rindou that was holding a cup of tea and took the cup to blow in it. "blow it like that, don't just drink it" rindou copied his actions and sipped it slowly, humming at the taste. ran who was supposed to take care of rindou was already knocked out on the floor, the others carefully trying not to step on him.

the night continued as some of the members after eating the whole hearted meal, knocked out on the floor not even bothering to grab a blanket or a pillow. they just, passed out there.

"damn izana, what did you even put in the food? they seem to very enjoy it" mitsuya said while covering their bodies with blankets that he found. "i don't know, it's a recipe from Filipino maybe that's why?"

"culture shock perhaps?" the two men giggled while struggling to cover the members on the floor. kazutora was drying the dishes that was passed by chifuyu who was doing the cleaning. inui was chatting with koko while the two of them were picking up crumbs from the floor.

a loud snore startled them, the source of sound from taiju. another loud snore was heard, now the sound came from mucho. the two had a snoring competition at who was the loudest, that the other members fled from the room and slept there.

the deliquents woke up at noon, none of them woke up early. they only woke up because shinichiro was knocking on the door to drop off some snacks. all of them in their swim trunks went to the beach, no doubt attracting some eyes.

"the chicks are happy to see my abs yeah"

"yeah, you wish hanma. it's me they're looking at" yeah, they had arguments after that and threw each other in the water. souya observed them from afar, comfortable in his ducky float that his brother insisted him to use. shion was literally drowning because sanzu kept dragging him back in the water but he stopped after getting a glare from mikey.

"what's the matter kenchin? don't want your hair to get wet?"

"shut up mikey, i forgot my conditioner. if i wash them now, my hair would be a mess"

"hey guys help me dump draken in the water!"

"what? fuck no!" draken's word died as kakucho grabbed his feet while mitsuya took his arm and tossed the man in the water. "fucking hell! you'll pay for that manjiro!"

"boo kenchin! you'll never catch me!" they did a lot of swimming, a lot of attempts of drowning each other too. the gang spent their whole evening there, only returning back to the hotel when it's late night. the next day, ran and rindou found a bar nearby and suggested them to 'raid' it.

so raid the bar they did.

it was very chaotic considering taiju instinctly became the only sober one that night. that night, mikey went up the bar and danced on the counter while being drunk. takemichi who was tipsy couldn't stop puking and ended up sleeping in the toilet. draken was outside, fighting a guy with hanma. kisaki and koko was on a table with some shady looking guys, having a little gambling. kakucho and rindou slept on the lounge, too drunk to even move. ran was flirting with all the girls he met, izana having to drag him so he won't get lost.

after a while, the members tried to drag their limp bodies to go back at the hotel some of them tripping on the way. some of them was piggyback. some of them couldn't stop puking and slurring incoherent words.

takemichi couldn't remember anything that night, he woke up the next morning with a migraine. but what he remembered that he had fun, and that was all that mattered.

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doll-elvis · 10 months

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I'm not being defensive so pls don't take it that way, but you said that Priscilla's story has been depicted many times in media. But I only remember the Elvis and Me tv movie?

hi and don’t worry, I don’t take any issue with this question, thank you for the ask!!

and I’m sorry I know there has been so much discourse about the upcoming movie and we are all tired of it but I thought I would answer this ask just to clarify my thoughts

and yes “Elvis and Me” is the only film based solely on her biography from 1985 but her general story has been depicted in the 1979 film “Elvis”, in the 1993 tv movie “Elvis and the Colonel”, in the 2005 mini series “Elvis” and briefly in the 2022 film “Elvis” (I only named these because they were the ones I have personally watched but I’m sure there have been more)

of course these films and series were mainly focused on Elvis and so Priscilla was a somewhat minor character but they all showed the significant moments of Elvis’ and Priscilla’s relationships: how they met, how they got married etc. etc.

And while this upcoming film is being marketed as being a “untold perspective” Priscilla actually sold the rights of her book to Coppola for the film, so from my understanding, Coppola is using scenes and dialogue from the book for the screenplay. So I just don’t see a scenario where this movie shows anything we don’t already know, which is why I don’t think this film needed to be made

And from what I have seen within the Elvis communities on Tumblr, Twitter and Instagram, the only people celebrating this film being made are the Priscilla “stans”, which is a community that has grown exponentially since the Elvis 2022 film and I think that has to do with how the film depicted her

I was briefly apart of the E community from 2016 to 2018 and from what I remember there were like 5 accounts at most that were dedicated to Priscilla (on Instagram) and now there are many new accounts who are solely Priscilla fans who are very passionate about defending her and making her out to be a saint and Elvis out to be the one to blame when in reality the situation was not that black and white. Priscilla isn’t a saint, Elvis wasn’t a saint, Priscilla isn’t the villain and Elvis wasn’t the villain, I don’t know why that is something that is so hard to grasp for some people

I don’t hate Priscilla and I don’t love her either, I try to be both neutral and sympathetic towards all of the people in his life, because I find it unfair to judge them for what they did, because like Elvis said, we have never walked in their shoes. But I find it so frustrating when some of the Priscilla stans will defend everything she does because “she was a fourteen year old girl that fell in love”. I just find it weird to infantilize a grown woman, because no one is calling her out for what she did when she was fourteen, I think people take more issue with some of the things she did post 1977 and even while Elvis was living. Like suing him after the divorce for more money when she knew his financial situation was dire and exposing Lisa Marie to Scientology at a young age which I believe ultimately put a rift in their relationship for sometime before they became close again

And so it seems most Elvis fans are either dreading this movie or not sure what to think yet. So just speaking from the point of view of someone who is solely an Elvis fan, I’m just not excited for this film like the way I was excited for the 2022 film and I’m tired of all these new projects being announced because they are trying to cash in on the hype that the Elvis film created. When I was a fan around 2016 we were living off bread crumbs, and the only thing to look forward to was Elvis week tbh, but now that there are so many things being announced I can’t even be excited about them because im far more worried about how Elvis will be depicted 🤧

#thank you for the ask #elvis presley #elvisaaronpresley #elvis #elvis and priscilla #priscilla presley #elvis movie #priscilla movie #priscilla 2023 #elvis asks

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celiastjamesoscar · 5 months

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THOUGHTS (and prayers) ON THE UPCOMING MELISSA MOVIE?

I have not once heard of it in my LIFE.

IM HONESTLY SO EXCITED FOR IT!!! I really hope the whole spyglass drama causes Melissa to get more viewings thus more recognition. She has another movie that’s supposed to come out in 2024, but the only thing I know about it is that it has something to do with Dracula

But what are YOUR THOUGHTS??

#bender chats #alkivm

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kaymarie-bell · 1 year

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PLS can u pls elaborate more about silver seeing yuu in dreams before aaaaaand the cursed placed on him PLSSSSSSSSSS 🥹🥹🥹🥹 im really excited for the upcoming ch 7 JAJDJSJSJASK and why do u think its called "episode 7 chapter 1"???????? 🤔 i really hope they add new characters too 🫣

OF COURSE! I'm excited too as you'll see in the essay that's about to follow 😅

As for the naming of the Main Story, TWST formats each dorm into Books/Episodes (i.e. the manga volumes are titled Episode of [Dorm]), and they release it by parts instead of all at once, so they go by chapters. So it just means Part 1 of Episode 7 (Diasomnia) with subsequent parts coming out a few weeks later!

also I think that someone on the twst team has mentioned before that Book 7 is not the end of the Main Story, so it's almost guaranteed that we'll get more characters in the future!

okay now a disclaimer: none of this is confirmed, this is just what my 3 braincells have come up with during the years of waiting for the actual Book to come out. I'm just getting this out there before the plot proves me completely wrong

Short version.

My theories on Diasomnia basically go like this: Silver is a hero-aligned character + He has a curse -> Lilia knows this and will try to break it even if it costs his own safety because hey that's his son -> Malleus will panic at the idea of losing the people he loves -> Overblot

Long version.

• Silver is a hero-aligned character: he's one of three light magic users alongside Rook and Kalim, who are based on the "good guys" of their respective movies. The symbol used to represent him in-game is a sword that looks like the one used to slain Maleficent. He also has similarities to Princess Aurora (attracting animals, being raised in the forest by fae.) As we have seen before, all the hero-aligned characters had a part in causing the overblots in their respective chapters because they followed the same path as their movie counterparts (the Sultan being controlled by Jafar, the Huntsman's betrayal to the Queen.)

However, the relationship between Silver and Malleus doesn't seem like it's bound to go sour at any moment, and it's far closer to the bond shared by their "Maleficent" counterparts rather than the animated "Sleeping Beauty." How could Silver cause the overblot? Read further down

• Silver is cursed: If we take a look at Sleeping Beauty, Maleficent cursed Aurora as a newborn and she had to be raised by the fairies so she could be safe while growing up. What we know about Silver so far is that 1. Lilia found him as a baby and decided to adopt him & 2. He suffers from some ailment that causes him to fall sleep all the time against his will.

Since the characters themselves do not have an explanation to this behavior (so far) it is likely that Silver was already under the effects of a curse when he was found and Lilia is aware of it (which might be why he decided to keep a human child in the middle of a forest instead of trying to give him to a human village.)

And thus, he might have been looking for a cure all this time (could be why he travelled so much leaving Silver on his own so often) and he found it recently maybe? And it somehow involves his own safety in exchange for Silver's, thus the cryptic conversation with Malleus back in Book 6 which originated those "Lilia is dying" theories. (He's part of the gacha pool, that man is NOT dying anytime soon dw.)

I concluded this from "Maleficent" and how the cure to Aurora's curse was the True Love's kiss, but instead of it coming from the Prince, the kiss that worked was from Maleficent herself since she came to feel a maternal love for Aurora after watching her grow up...So if Silver = Aurora then Lilia as his father could be part of the cure.

• What the curse entails (possibly): the sleepiness, a limited-time left to live if it's not broken soon, and the dreams themselves. However I do not have an answer as to who could've placed the curse...if there is a curse, it must be related to his identity before being adopted by Lilia

• Silver has seen Yuu in dreams: In the last part of chapter 6, Mickey recounts seeing a boy with silver hair and aurora coloured eyes in the dream room while Yuu was away. And while Mickey wasn't able to talk to him at the time, this still means that Silver is -so far- the only character capable of accessing the same dream room as Yuu and Mickey. Since (iirc) Mickey and Yuu have concluded that they are in different realms and that their only means of connection is through dreams, it's not too farfetched to believe that Silver might have seen MC in his dreams prior to them getting isekai'd into Twisted Wonderland at least once.

There's also Silver's line in one of the earlier PVs some time ago: "How strange, I feel as if I've met you before." Since he's known all of the Diasomnia boys pretty much all his life, this line has to be meant for MC. It was easy to brush it off as a simple reference to the "Once Upon a Dream" song before the reveal of the dream realm, but now I will firmly believe that there's a connection there until Chapter 7 comes out and disproves it.

There's still no explanation as to why MC has those strange dreams either, so this is the perfect moment for it.

• Malleus' overblot: from what we learned from Idia's ramblings about overblots previously, it seems that long term emotional distress is to blame for the OBs as much as the overuse of magic. And it just so happens that pretty much every single piece of information about Malleus we have confirms that he has been lonely most of his life, leaving him afraid of losing those whom he cares about. Namely the Diasomnia boys and now Yuu.

So what happens if two (or more) of the people he loves are in some sort of danger, which could leave him truly alone? A very sad, scared, and angry dragon. Bonus angst if his grandmother turns out to be the one to blame somehow.

• I truly feel like the narrative for Diasomnia will deal with elements of loss and grief considering that Idia is the one who's going to be helping this time. He has already experienced the pain of losing his brother, so he's the one who could understand Malleus the best...especially if his issues stem from losing his parents perhaps

A lot of my theories depend on Yana taking inspiration from "Maleficent," and I expect to be wrong on most of this once the actual story comes out tbh, but this is what I've imagined the plot to be like until now. I hope it made sense??? I wrote this at like 6 am after an all nighter 😅

If you read this far I love you 💖🌻

#twisted wonderland #twst #Diasomnia chapter theories #diasomnia #twst jp #a few of the predictions I wrote on the other post were in the /jk manner (like Yuu gaining powers) but these in specific I hope to see #in some way #I don't care if I look like a clown after reading the actual Chapter #I'm just happy it finally exists ☺️#📫📬📧#anon ask #long post #twst silver

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scooby-art-by-tyne · 1 year

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I know i havent posted for a while but i have to get this off my chest, towards people who have similar intrests.

HBOS NEW VELMA SHOW AND THE HATE TOWARDS IT

Ive seen so much hate about the new velma show THAT HASNT EVEN CAME OUT YET. To the point where it seems compelatly unfair. The show hasnt even come out yet i dont feel like its fair for people to be judging so harshly already and getting upset at it.

This is what reboots and remakes of series do. They switch stuff around, they add new things, they change stuff up. And if you want to like movies and tv, you are going to have to suck it up and get used to that. But people are unfairly judging the show without even seeing it yet

Examples of comments off of JUST ONE POST

(Source @ scooby_news on instagrams post of leaked screenshots from episode 5 https://instagram.com/scooby_news?igshid=OGQ2MjdiOTE= )

Like just tell me you hate diversity already? I know straight up thats why you dont want to watch the show if your talking like that 🙄

I think this series has serious potential. If executed correctly it could be really good. And i am really excited to see the show.

(Altho i am worried about the fact its intended for an adult audience and im worried that based on what ive seen (the leaks with the shower scene) that it will be sexualizing minors, (the scooby gang are litterly minors in 90% of the series' they are in) which seems really creepy to me, hopefully there isnt much of that in it)

And in my personal opinion ive felt disappointed with the quality of the past couple movies (everything after shaggys showdown) because personally i feel like most of those movies were stuffed to the brim with content that was irrelevant to the main plot and had too much going on and was aimed at a much younger audience with a lower attention span.

Whilst the scooby content before (shaggys showdown and everything before that) was aimed towards an audience of the whole family. So the whole family could sit and enjoy.

But seeing as the age raiting is higher for this show im hoping it will be less like that.

Conclusion:

Im have my worries about seeing the show in the fears that it has the chance it could be bad (like any upcoming movie or show could be) but aleast im excited and greatful that we are getting more scooby content and not automatically going "THIS ISNT THE SAME AND I HATE IT." Without actually seeing the show, like many of the 'critics' that ares preading hate about it are doing. Because you have to understand that they have to change and adapt stuff in the film industry every once in a while to keep people entertained and thars how it works. Whiether you like it or not, thats how keeping franchises alive and not going broke works in the film and tv industry. I think this series has potential, and im hoping its good. But if not thats fine, i still intend to be respectful to the all of the creators and people who made this show. And be thankful they are still putting out scooby-doo content.

If anyone actually read that, thank you, i don't actuallg expect people to read this, but just know if you do i appreciate it <3

-ty

#scooby doo #velma dinkley #lesbian velma #scooby movies #scooby-doo #daphne blake #shaggy and scooby #fred jones #shaggy rogers #scooby gang #scoob #velma #velma gay #velma scooby #velma scooby doo #velma show #hbo velma

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idkwhatimdoingbutslay · 4 months

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Ranking My 2023 Fics + hints of a planned 2024 fic (that im hoping to actually get done lmao)

I did this last year so I’m gonna do it again 🏃🏾‍♀️

Side note, before I begin, I would love love love to say a huge thanks to all of my readers, everyone who’s been interacting, enjoying and sparing a glance at anything I’ve written over the year. It tends to get really busy sometimes but I push through for you guys so thanks a ton :)))

ALSO I got a beta reader this year and they are one of the swaggiest people on the planet and I def would not be here without ‘em so an extra special thanks to @justicecaballer (who also has a few fics out) 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

OKAY LETS GET STARTED

1. dear, hello, salutations, love, sincerely, from, goodbye (8.99999/10). Im lowkey obsessed with this fic????

Like obviously it’s based off of my favourite movie of all time (DONT GET ME STARTED ON TO ALL THE BOYS-) and it also gives me the chance to explore Caitlyn and Vi’s relationships with their parents. Handling Vi’s grief AND being able to research lacrosse (I’ve been watching gameplay for the upcoming chapter lmao), something I’d never do if it wasn’t for this fic, has just been so fun. I still worry about my characterization of Cait and Vi, but I feel like I’m doing a pretty solid job right now. Also this is officially my longest fic to date and I’m glad I’m getting more and more comfortable with descriptions and getting better at pacing. The slow burn is kind of hitting I can’t lie, they’re so in love it hurts!!!! I’ve also been loving writing Caitlyn’s friendships! I’m SO GLAD I decided to write in Kai’Sa I’m obsessed with her. Jayce appearances have been few and far between, but they’ve been quite nice. I’m super excited to have this fic be finished and to get all of my ideas out!! More of Vi’s family dynamic is coming soon 🤭🤭🤭. ALSO, more scenes from the movie and even the book will be included I’m so excited lemme stop yapping!!!!

2. play stupid games, win gay prizes (8.8/10). SO FUN I CANT

This was my first beta read fic and also just one of my favourite fics of mine in general. It is genuinely so fun. I wish I added more festival/pride month vibes, but Caitlyn and Vi annoying each other did it enough I think LOL. That vibe of them just being the biggest nuisances to each other unfortunately didn’t last super long in the show so exploring it in this fic was exciting! The make out scene most definitely hit………. Like come on they’re soooo obsessed with each other it’s embarrassing. The bingo scene was most definitely iconic!!! The twister scene was too! It was just an entire bundle of fun no one gets it. Maybe I’ll post my notes for this fic. Part two…… is in the works…. Expect it by spring maybe?????

3. fix my galentine (7.5/10). Cutie patooties 🤭

I’m sorry but the whole “lemme just break something in my house so hot lady comes over to fix it” just kind of hits to me???? Like Caitlyn was so disastrously down bad it was the cutest thing ever. The reveal of what Mel (the greatest wing woman of all time) asked Vi was just so fun as well. There was no angst or anything in this one, it was just cute valentine vibes and flowers and love and all of those gross stuff so it was great to get out and enjoy. LET THE GIRLS BE HAPPY! I also thought a lot about Caitlyn’s job in this, weirdly. She was Hextech’s lawyer and something about that is just so fun to me lol. Was also thinking about a scene where some pipe bursts in the company building and Vi’s called to fix it and everyone is drooling over Vi but Vi’s just waiting for her job to be done to see Cait in her office and in a suit 🤭. First person was definitely a choice but I don’t think it hurt the fic all too much. ANYWAY, super cute and super fun.

4. who tf is this girl (6.5/10). Anniversaire 🤞🏾

Honestly nothing too interesting. A short little one shot to pair with the first ever fic I wrote and posted on ao3. It was just a fun little thing. I don’t know if Caitlyn would really be a jealous person…. Protective, most definitely, but jealous just doesn’t fit her too much in my opinion. It was nice little thing tho that I still enjoyed writing and finishing. I think I could see a lot of my improvement from the og fic to my this one. I just love their established relationship shenanigans idk let them be a normal couple fr.

5. hunting prize (6/10). Ooooo suffering.

SORRY THIS IS LAST LMAO. This fic was lowkey just exhausting to get through lol. It most definitely is not the worst thing in the world, but I’m starting to realize how draining it is to just write constant suffering. It’s still technically incomplete lmao. The last chapter is supposed to be about a year or more later. Caitlyn wipes out the enforcers and brings in the Wardens and then asks Vi to be the Undercity lead for them as they dance at a ball for the official announcement. I appreciate everyone who stuck with this fic because it took soooo long to actually finish. Whump is just really not my thing lol. I have yet to truly do the canon verse any justice in one of my fics but next year I’m locking in, I swear.

This year has been so great for my fics and everything, so a massive thanks again for all of you friends :))))

MORE TO COME!!! Count on it :)

Idk when I’m finally gonna get this one done but expect it probably mid year!!!????

#arcane #caitvi #slay writes #HAPPY NEW YEAR GUYS #I’ve been yapping a whole ton about my fics on here I’m so sorry #I’m manifesting me finally getting into digital art next year so I can start drawing the babes 🫶🏾#ok I’m done now sorry gang LMAO

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