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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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mango, m | jjk | 1

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: A love story between bad boy Jeon Jungkook and a strange girl with mango eating obsession.

warnings: rated M (18+) - please be warned this story will eventually touch on parental abuse and suicide; suggestive words/actions; mentions of nightmares plaguing the reader; non-idol!AU - university!AU; badboy!Jungkook x sociallyawkward!reader, ft bestfriend!Hoseok and friendly!Namjoon

yes it’s MAMA 2020 JK, it do really be like that

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You felt a tap on your shoulder.

“Did you do the Chemistry homework?”

You chewed the piece of dried mango in your mouth slowly. You knew that smooth voice. It was hard not to know it. Everyone at this university knew that voice, for better or for worse. You put down the book you were reading for your seminar class – Neuromancer, by William Gibson, translated into Korean. You turned your head, only a bit. Not facing him.

“I’m not about to let you cheat right in front of the professor, Jeon Jungkook.”

You heard rustling, rearrangement, and the seat next to you was suddenly filled with leather and denim, black hair with too much gel in it, and cheekbones higher than your GPA, which was quite high, both weighted and unweighted.

“Come on,” he whined in his deep voice that was not meant for whining. “You always sit in the front now. Move a couple rows back so I can copy.”

You reached into your messenger bag and pulled out another piece of dried mango. Placed the orange fruit in between your teeth and held it there, moving it from side to side. Jungkook was watching your mouth with his dark chocolate eyes. You sucked it into your lips and chewed.

“Why do you think I always sit in the front row, hm?”

You lifted your book again and continued reading, Chemistry homework right in front of you on the lecture hall’s narrow table. You didn’t bother to look up again until the teacher called for attention. Jungkook was no longer sitting next to you.

You had your eyes closed, leaning back against the wall, Samsung buds tucked safely in your ears, violins serenading you. Chemistry was going to start soon, but you had gotten here far too early. You wanted to read more of Neuromancer, but the class discussion was going to be on chapters one to three and you were already on chapter ten.

It was a bad habit, but you had many of them.

You felt movement next to you. Opened your eyes.

“You look different today,” Jeon Jungkook remarked. Smirking, with his black hair slicked back, different leather jacket, weird silver-coated pants. Holding his backpack by one strap, far too deflated for it to be containing much. Your messenger bag was smaller, but full of papers shoved into folders.

You tilted your head and reached into your bag. Pulled out another piece of dried mango, sticking it in between your teeth. Turned it around with your tongue, coating it with the sugary outside.

You were wearing a high-necked black dress, long-sleeved with a short skirt. Velvet, patterned tights with thorned roses and black boots with a ten-centimeter platform.

You sank your teeth into the softened mango and sucked it into your lips.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow.

You closed your eyes and didn’t open them until you heard the professor opening the lecture hall with his keys.

The outfit you wore last Chemistry lecture was an oversized purple sweatshirt and short black skirt, with opaque purple tights and black sneakers.

You were standing in the school store, picking up three packs of dried mango.

You brought them to the counter, to the student cashier. She rang you up and handed them back to you. You walked out, shoving them into your bag. Catching the eye of a certain someone.

“You shouldn’t eat so much sugar,” Kim Namjoon teased, nudging you with his arm.

Your eyes shifted to him and you slowly opened a bag. Shoved one in your mouth.

“They’re not that high in sugar,” you replied. “Read the nutrition facts.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes. “Added sugar. Fruit is still sugar.”

“Mother Nature wouldn’t try to kill me.”

Namjoon raised his eyebrows. “Um, viruses? Bacteria? Other human beings?”

“Viruses and bacteria are objective. They do not have desires or motivations,” you replied calmly, chewing. “Human beings are an abomination.”

“Still natural.”

“Then ‘artificial’ would have no meaning.”

“Artificial is defined as made by human beings.”

“Human beings are made by other human beings.” You stopped at a door, the seminar class. “The line is blurred.” You opened the door and entered, seeing the ten other students as you sat down in the middle, pulling out Neuromancer. Namjoon sat down next to you, pulling out his dog-eared book, wrinkled from being dropped in puddles. It was a stark contrast to your pristine copy.

“Did you finish reading?”

“Yeah,” you said simply as the lecture began.

Today, you wore pants.

Baggy, black, thick denim jeans with an oversized black sweater. A thick black belt, tight around your waist. No graphics. Hair down, too messy to have been brushed. You turned in your Chemistry homework at the front of the class and went to the far right. Sat down next to the wall where you knew the seat next to you was broken.

Last night was plagued with nightmares. You hadn’t gotten any sleep at all. You missed the first bus and, instead of your usual habit of being early, you ended up being on time today. In your book, on time meant late.

Nothing was going right today.

You watched the professor collect the homework.

You looked away, pulling out another book. Prey, by Michael Crichton. It was taking you a while to read this one. You had to look up words. English wasn’t your first language and the book was heavy with scientific terms. You cursed your lack of knowledge. It felt like you were losing some of the meaning by not knowing English well enough.

“I had to look for you today.”

Your nails curled into the softcover of the book.

Jeon Jungkook slid into the seat below you, grinning. Too much slicked black hair, leather creaking as he settled. Eyes dark like a starless sky.

You reached into your messenger bag. The plastic rustled as you felt around. Only two pieces left. Sigh, of course. You pulled one out. Placed it in your teeth. Spun it with your tongue. Jungkook watched, looking up at you. You snapped your teeth into it.

The piece sticking out of your lips fell.

Jungkook’s right hand shot out and caught it before it touched the ground. Ink black tattoos winked at you. Small ones, one of a smiley face with x’s for eyes, one of a heart, another of a king’s crown. One by one, his long fingers curled open, revealing the small piece of dried mango.

You chewed, eyes flickering to his face.

Jungkook smirked and pulled his hand back. He inspected the fruit, the curved part where your teeth had sliced into. Then he popped it into his mouth, eyes shifting to you.

But you were already reading your book, nose deep and ignoring him.

“Just let me try.”

You frowned, but held out your hands.

Jung Hoseok, your childhood best friend, inspected your nails. He had a row of tools in front of him. You were in his shabby little apartment. He didn’t attend university. He was a street dancer, sometimes a backup dancer for idol groups. He choreographed for a few lesser-known idols too. You knew Hoseok was going to get his big break soon.

You two rarely saw each other anymore.

He asked last week if he could practice painting your nails. He had odd hobbies like that. Hoseok liked fashion too. He was wearing colorful beaded bracelets, vintage white t-shirt, and loose gray sweatpants. Pink headband and a green hair tie holding up his bangs like a sprout.

The only reason Hoseok was your best friend was because you didn’t have any other friends, thus making him the best by default.

He began to file your long nails.

“Do you have a preferred shape?”

You blinked at him. “I don’t care.”

Hoseok smiled. “I think pointed nails would look good on you.”

“Okay.”

You were still wearing your baggy black jeans. Hoseok’s honey brown eyes went from your nails to your legs.

“Are you okay?”

You gave him a blank look.

Hoseok put down the glass nail file. “I’m sorry I haven’t been a good friend.”

You shook your head slowly. “You’re busy. I think all your hard work will be noticed soon. You’re blowing up on Instagram.”

Hoseok’s eyes went wide. “You made an Instagram?”

“Only to follow you. I haven’t posted anything.”

He gave you a grateful smile. The tiny dimples on the sides of his lips appeared. “Thanks.”

You nodded. The sides of your mouth moved up robotically. Hoseok nudged you, picking up the glass nail file again.

“Don’t pretend smile. I can tell.”

“Sorry.”

Minutes passed. Hoseok blew the filed keratin away gently and wiped your nails with some acetone. He held out the colors. All bright. You picked the violet and he grinned.

“You can talk to me.”

“It’s always the same shit, Hoseok.”

He frowned, painting cautiously. The harsh scent of nail polish filled your nose.

“Even if it is,” Hoseok murmured, trying not to disturb his careful work. “Talking about it will help you vent.”

“Catharsis is scientifically proven to be completely useless and sometimes amplifies the condition.”

Hoseok gave you a displeased look.

“Sorry.”

He sighed at your apology. He had told you many times before to stop apologizing for nothing. You just did automatically. Trained from repeated years of trying not to be a nuisance. Trying not to be there when you were obviously there. Hoseok tapped the purple against his palm, trying to prevent it from getting goopy.

“You can stay here,” Hoseok remarked. “I said you could.”

You shook your head. “You can barely pay your own electricity bill. And you’ll never get laid if you live with a ghost.”

Hoseok laughed. He had a fun laugh, a great one that was real and genuine. “You can joke around.”

You smiled.

Hoseok could always make you smile at least once.

Today it was a tight black leather skirt with a baggy white dress shirt. Black tights with a pinstripe design, silver and black ankle boots. Black turtleneck under the white shirt. And your purple fingernails with yellow smiley face nail stickers, done by Jung Hoseok himself.

You had thought about wearing your baggy jeans again, but seeing your painted nails made you change your mind for some reason.

You sat in the front row of the Chemistry lecture hall. Pulled out Prey by Michael Crichton once again, phone handy to look up translations. You had ten minutes.

The creak of leather squeaked next to you. Instantly, your left hand slid down.

You left long fingers encase yours suddenly, stopping you from reaching into your messenger bag. Your teeth sank into your lower lip. The strong fingers held you tight, stroking your knuckles. Slight calluses, filed and well-kept nails.

“I like your nail polish.”

You ripped your hand out of Jeon Jungkook’s grasp. Shoved it into your bag and pulled out a piece of dried mango.

Didn’t look at him.

Just put it in your mouth and chewed, staring straight ahead.

“You look cute today.”

Chewed.

“Did you–”

You stabbed your finger to the desk, taking your book from it. Didn’t say anything.

He copied your homework.

“You alright?”

Namjoon stood up as the seminar class ended.

“You were quiet today. Usually, you have a lot to say.”

You placed your papers in your folder mechanically and looked up at him. “Was I?”

Namjoon nodded. “Kind of missed having your devil’s advocate point of view.”

Your head lowered. You stared at your left hand for a second. Remembering the feeling of Jeon Jungkook’s hand clutching yours.

“Have a lot on my mind.”

There were no packs of dried mango on the shelf.

None.

You went to the cashier. Asked when they would restock.

“Some guy bought all of them.” The cashier frowned. “I’m sorry. I know you’re the only one who buys them. I’ll reorder and keep extras behind the counter from now on.”

You stepped out of the school store. You only had a few pieces left. You took your phone out of your pocket and checked the nearest grocery store. It was only a few bus stops away. You began to walk out of the student common area, calling the number. Asking if they had dried mango in stock. They did. Could you keep three bags behind the counter? They could. You said you would be over right away.

Black leather right in front of your face.

You walked around it.

It followed you.

You stopped and hung up. Slowly raised your head.

Jeon Jungkook stared at you. He was holding a bag from the school store. It was filled to the brim with packs of cellophane-wrapped dried mango. His black hair was slicked back, eyebrow raised. Eyes so dark that they reminded you of a bottomless pit. No smirk this time. Serious, his dark brows furrowed.

You gave him a black stare. Then you tried to move around him.

He grabbed your upper arm tightly, shoving the bag into your chest. You recoiled, but he grabbed your other arm and clamped it over the plastic. You pushed it back at him and he planted his hand down on your forearm, firmly.

You felt a little tick in your face as a muscle tensed. You did not look at him.

“Call them back,” Jungkook stated. “Tell them you don’t need it anymore.”

Your eyes shifted back and forth.

“I don’t need your charity.”

“Do it.”

His hand was immobile on your forearm, fingers burying in the loose white fabric of your dress shirt. Your other hand held your phone. You awkwardly redialed the number and brought it to your ear. Told the pleasant lady that you found some dried mango, but thank you for holding it. She said it was no problem and told you to have a great day.

Jungkook let you go.

You ran away, clutching the bag.

When you arrived to your own shabby apartment, you dumped the packs dried mango all over your bed, a rainstorm of crinkled plastic. You were panting from running. Heart beating so fast you thought you were dying.

You lived in the poor part of the city. The apartments were like coffins, one room, tiny kitchenette with one stovetop, one sink. A tiny bathroom with a shower. No living room, just your twin bed in the center. You lived alone, because your mother worked overseas to pay for you to go to university.

The other parent could never come looking for you anymore.

You stared at the packs of dried mango. Why had he done that? You didn’t understand.

You didn’t understand Jeon Jungkook.

The landlord came by, knocking on the door. You backed away from the pile of mango and opened the front door, seeing the old man’s face.

He smiled at you. Thanked you for paying for in advance. You nodded mutely. He looked past you, at the bed covered in dried mango. Asked you how you were doing, if you were okay. You nodded again, not replying.

The old man smiled at you, somewhat sadly. Pity in his eyes. But you couldn’t speak to him. You couldn’t reply. You didn’t have a pack of mango with you, so you were voiceless.

He told you that if you ever needed anything to let him know.

You nodded, silent.

The old man bowed and let you be.

You closed the door, locked it. Back flat against it, breathless. Winded from nothing. Your eyes flickered to the bed. Something came over you. You stalked over to it. Then you shoved the plastic bags of dried mango away, off your bed, throwing them everywhere. Watching them fall, one by one, tumbling, tumbling, thundering plastic all around you.

You panted hard, staring at your hands. At the purple nail polish, chipping a little.

You wondered when the nightmares would finally go away.

You sat in the front row in the Chemistry lecture.

Red skirt, oversized grey sweater. Opaque black tights. Black sneakers.

Staring straight ahead. Chewing on a piece of dried mango.

Trying to hold on.

You hadn’t slept at all last night. Maybe it was fear. Maybe it was apathy. In the morning, you had thought about wearing baggy pants again. But those purple nails winked at you, only a few smiley faces clinging on. Hoseok would have told you to wear something nice, if you called him then.

So, you wore a skirt and waited for lecture to start, chewing.

You reached into your bag, fishing for another piece. It wasn’t there. The plastic pack of dried mango was gone.

You jerked your head abruptly. It was being held out to you, from the tattooed right hand of Jeon Jungkook. He stared at you. Dark eyes so intense it felt like hellfire. Hair slicked back with too much gel. Leather jacket over a black shirt.

He did not speak this time.

You tried to take the bag, but he held it tightly. Pried open the opening a little wider, tipping it to you.

You reached in. Grabbed a piece.

Jungkook watched you. In between the teeth. Turning it with your tongue, licking off the sugar. Sucking it in, making it disappear into the pink canal.

He lowered the packet, putting it back in your messenger bag. Took out your book, handing it to you.

He did not speak.

Your hand grasped the softcover copy of Prey. Jungkook kept staring at you. Your eyes went to the book. To the words on the page. Away from Jeon Jungkook and his piercing eyes.

“Did you get compliments on your nails?”

“One.”

Hoseok smiled cheerfully as he gently took off the purple nail polish. It still stank of acetone though. “Oh? Did it feel nice?”

“I don’t know.”

Hoseok tilted his head, frowning. “What do you mean, you don’t know?”

Your eyes shifted. “I don’t know because I don’t know if it was a genuine compliment or a ruse.”

“Ruse for what?” Hoseok quipped, planting the cotton ball on your nail and holding it down.

You thought of that slicked black hair and those corrupting black eyes.

“Hoseok.”

“Mhm?”

“Why did you suddenly have an interest in painting nails?”

Hoseok paused. His honey brown eyes flashed up to you. Then he looked back down at your hands.

“Because it is a frivolous thing.”

You blinked at him. He wiped your nails clean. He tapped the bottle of base coat, along with a top coat and the same bright colors.

“It is something purely for fun and vanity. It has no real meaning and is only good for self-care.”

“Did you rehearse this?”

He held up the bottle of base coat and frowned at you, closing his eyes and trying to remember the rest of his speech.

“It is something you won’t do for yourself, so I want to do it for you.” His brown orbs found yours. There was something conflicted in those eyes. “I want to spend time with you. I want you to know this. I want you to remember you have a friend when you look at your hands.”

Your lips parted.

“I can’t be there and hold you when you wake up from the nightmares.”

You looked down, down at your lap of your red skirt and grey oversized sweater.

“I know I cannot make them stop. I know I cannot change what has happened to you or make it better.”

Hoseok held your hands tightly, even though you weren’t looking at him. Held you, voice apologetic and hurting for you, feeling for you when you tried so desperately to feel nothing at all.

“But I want you to remember, every time you look at your hands. You have a friend.”

“I like your nail polish.”

Your nails were neon pink and green, with small flower stickers. Hoseok said the top coat should keep the stickers on better this time. He was learning. He said YouTube helped.

You reached into your bag, but a piece of dried mango appeared next to your lips. Your eyes traveled up that those well-kept nails and the tan hand with the tiny tattoos, up the leather sleeve, to the slicked-back black hair and angular jaw of Jeon Jungkook. His pink lips had a tiny mole under them. Those dark chocolate eyes stared at you.

“Eat it.”

Your hand reached for it, but he shook his head once.

“Eat it,” he repeated.

You leaned forward, the fabric of your purple sweatshirt bunching. Caught the dried fruit with your teeth, pulled back. Turned it in your mouth. Sucked it in and chewed.

Jungkook seemed satisfied. His eyes went down to your black leather skirt and black pinstriped tights. Black and silver ankle boots. Eyes back up, stopping at your thighs. Then he looked up at you.

And for once you weren’t nose deep in Prey.

You were staring at him.

“Give me your phone.”

You unlocked your phone and handed it to him.

Jungkook found the messenger app and typed in a new message. You watched him. He typed your name into the text bubble and sent it to a number. Then he handed your phone back to you.

You took it.

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ourmanifestoisfun · 5 years

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4x17 & 4x18 episode thoughts

IT’S OVER YOU GUYS!

That was one hell of a journey, and while I’m sad I won’t be able to write up week after week anymore, that still doesn’t mean there aren’t a lot of things left to say.

Dream ghosting! I was kind of hoping she went to the real Dr Akopian, but honestly dream ghosting works equally well for me. But falling asleep on the toilet, Rebecca? Really?

I love the red dress Rebecca wears, because that is the color associated with love and of course she will wear it on this important night.

Tim...spend Valentine’s Day with your wife. You learned about her clitoris, now learn to handle your 11-12-year relationship. Seriously.

Maya looks cute though. Love her Reveal

All of Paula’s heart decorations are marvelous. Especially digging the earrings.

The time fakeout was nicely played. I got spoiled for that going in, but I appreciated how they clarified when “earlier” actually was.

Josh’s panic about Rebecca’s decision made it sound like it was...not entirely about her, more that he had finally reached a new stage in his life and was ready to share it with someone compatible. I wish they had delved into that more.

George’s “Raven’s Nest” is terrifying

Yay for Darryl and his blended family with April. Also holy hell that is going to be a crowded household.

All of Rebecca’s flashforwards were very short, but I liked those different glimpses into different lives and how frustrated she was that the Rebeccas in them were not happy.

So much cuteness: Rebecca + Greg’s wedding dance, pregnant!Rebecca presenting a baby Ruth Gator Ginsburg to Nathaniel, and her+Josh’s family breakfast with their adorable kids

Having the episode be a little more stripped down and center on Rebecca and Paula felt very natural, because that is how the show started and it would be the way to make it come full circle. While their relationship is no longer nearly as codependent and have other aspects of their lives as priority, it is good to see them still come together and rely on each other for pivotal moments.

ESPECIALLY having Rebecca bring Paula into “that weird thing [she] does”. Seeing her run around and peer excitedly at the costumes, and being so excited about this rich imagination of her best friend is just so heartwarming.

What she needs “just happens to be here” and the handholding moments GAHHHHHH

Also ‘11 o’clock’ was PERFECT. Love how they took all of these seminal songs and brought them together with the mannequins and the outfits and everything gahhhhhhh

I’m so proud of Paula for sticking to her guns about the pro bono arm of the firm and being prepared to walk away in order to continue doing something that she felt was right. Paula now knows her worth as a lawyer - now she can figure out how to use her worth and apply it to her drive. And Julia was willing to listen, so it paid off!

Watching Josh get his heart broken was hard, because the poor boy did not see it coming.

It makes sense for him to move out, but I wish we knew what he was doing for a living now.

I like the tidbit that him and George hang out now.

Josh’s new magic club girlfriend looks super nice and cute. But meeting Rebecca must have been so awkward. Especially if she followed the saga in the Daily West Covina.

Also, I wished she had a name. Please, for fan-fictional reasons!

AJ moving in with Rebecca is fun, but also such a bad idea. I am relieved that he will never tell her whether he has a vibrator or not.

I love AJ in general. For introducing a new supporting character, they came out very strong with him and I’ve really enjoyed having him around.

I hope she does get him that Harvard t-shirt

Valencia and Beth are engaged! And it was both quiet (in bed) AND a little bit dramatic (the drone). Looking forward to that wedding.

Heather and Hector got a hot tub!

...maybe Rebecca shouldn’t be using it at the same time as them.

I liked that Nathaniel recognized what was happening with Rebecca very quickly and I kinda hope he was joking about the rock (knowing him though, he wasn’t). Still, the “you only have one life to live and you should live it the way you want” was a sweet sentiment.

Nathaniel walking away from his father’s firm was exactly what I wanted for him. I’m not sure he should stay long term in Guatemala, but a change to reevaluate his life will be good for him.

Also that he did it with the support of two psuedo-father figures and yelled ‘’I love you’ at his dad before hanging up. I am very pleased by that because Sr would HATE it.

I’m glad that Greg made it clear that he wasn’t going to wait for Rebecca

I loved Rebecca’s tribute to him at the open mic night, that he is someone who has always been ahead, and that she wants to have the passion in her life that he has for Serrano’s.

Whijo’s grumping about it was hilarious.

I am sure that Whijo had great things happen in his life too in the past year, but ouch re: the wildfire burning both his apartment and his childhood home.

To the surprise of no one, Rebecca is not in a relationship at the time of the ending. But given how they played her breakups with the boys with gentleness, and the idea that she has a focus of her own now rather than needing to actively “choose herself”, really worked for me, because romance is still important and desirable part of life. It’s just not the only part of it, and when Rebecca says that she feels ready to welcome the other side of love into her life, I believe her.

The panning shot of all of the eligible guys made me laugh way too hard.

I did want to hear her song, but that is an excellent way to close things off.

For the concert special I don’t have this kind of list, but it was fun and sweet and a perfect send-off as well. My favorite gag is either between David Hull dancing in Vella’s song, or Michael MicMillan’s sexy toothbrushes. The Period Sex choreography was GREAT. Especially the incredibly obvious maxipads. They are all stupidly talented.

It’s also really cool that they were able to have so many of the supporting cast come join them for props/backup vocals/gags. That made it feel really warm and complete.

Also loved Vinnie popping out of the bed for the Sex Medley

In many ways, this episode resolution was simple and probably predictable for anyone who has thought about the show as deeply as the people here think about it. There was so much focus on the boys in the last few weeks that it was incredibly obvious that the solution would be that she would choose none of them, because to actually have the conflict for the final episode narrowed down to that choice would go against the very nature of the show. But the way it was handled really worked for me. Rebecca has a life and routine and friends, plus now she has a passion to nurture to its full potential. This first version will be rough, but it will be something.

I do have my criticisms, because while I love this show, there have been quite a few plot points/character beats that I feel were shorted/not touched upon: Josh’s story in particular feels incomplete to me, especially when it comes to having direction in his life. I wanted to see more of Heather+Valencia this season and especially have a stronger focus on Rebecca being a better friend to her gurlgroup, which was often glossed over. I wish things hadn’t gotten so frenetic, or the love quadrangle taken up so much time that could have been spent on moving the characters more gradually in certain directions. In general, I wanted to explore other background character relationship dynamics on a deeper level. There’s also the consistent question of when and how often the writers were knowingly subverting or playing into with tropes, which I suspect also contributed to how the back half of this season was devised.

But this story has always been Rebecca’s story, for better or worse, and that focus is part of what makes this ending feel satisfying, knowing that she is in a centered, happy place, that she is surrounded by people she loves, and the room might include the guy who will be her future mate or not, and she is about to give them words from her heart. This was an apt ending to a phase in her life where she wasn’t sure what she wanted, and I’m happy for her and for everyone, and in the end that is what I wanted from this show.

“I open at the close” - written by JK Rowling, tweeted by Rachel Bloom, and applicable to Rebecca Bunch’s story. She now knows the passion that makes her happy, so we can leave her to a future wide with possibilities.

#ceg spoilers #season 4 #episode thoughts #crazy ex girlfriend #long post #there are a lot of things i'm still thinking out #but at the end of the day my reaction is contentment #and confidence that these characters will be okay going forward #and that's exactly the feeling you want from a finale

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bbclesmis · 5 years

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The Telegraph: Dominic West: 'Colette's husband smoked and had sex three times a day – it makes our vegan times look dreary'

When Dominic West was cast opposite Keira Knightley in Colette, to play the limelight-stealing first husband of the not-yet-famous French novelist, it was during his stage run of Dangerous Liaisons at London’s Donmar, playing a wicked libertine of quite another époque.

“I tend to get villains these days,” West muses, sinking back affably in a hotel armchair. To viewers of the BBC’s new Les Misérables, the remark may seem puzzling: after all, it’s not the obsessive Javert he’s playing in that six-hour, song-free version of Victor Hugo’s novel, but Jean Valjean, one of the most unambiguous heroes in world literature.

The 49-year-old Yorkshireman admits it was a refreshing change – if probably a one-off – to be offered such a morally upstanding assignment. Willy in Colette and Valmont in Liaisons are more like bread-and-butter characters; throw in his small-screen infidelities in The Affair, which has one last season of grubby intrigue to shoot, and he’s the actor most likely to be glared at on the street as an incorrigible philanderer.

Beyond turpitude, though, he spots something else these parts have in common: we watch him outmanoeuvred by the women he assumed he could possess.

“That does seem to be a theme in my career – being matched by stronger women. Which is probably the theme of my life, too. I've got five sisters, and three daughters! I’m the go-to guy for playing the male foil, I suppose.”

When did this shift to bad guys occur, if it was even really a shift? “You reach certain waypoints in your career – well, I played lovers, and now I play villains, and dads! A while ago, I played Iago, Fred West and some other horror, all in the same year. I must have a funny look in my eye? I don't know what it is. But I suppose the Devil's always got the best lines. They're more interesting to play, really, especially if you can play against the evil.”

Colette is being marketed around Knightley, by and large. This seems eminently fair: as a writer and actress in turn-of-the-century Paris, Sidonie-Gabrielle Colette spent way too much of her career living in the shadow of her ruthless, slave-driving publisher – also her husband, known to the world as “Willy” – to be co-credited on her own biopic with anyone else.

Still, it’s West who snuck his way into a BIFA nomination, for best supporting actor, while Knightley was crowded out. The film relies for nuance on his refusal to monster the character. He concedes that it’s not the most flattering role. “I had three different fat-suits and an appalling walrus moustache!” But in West’s hands, an odd sympathy emerges for Willy, despite all his terrible behaviour – locking Colette in an upstairs room to write, cheating on her incessantly, and eventually selling off the rights to her novels.

“I thought he was obviously an exciting guy to be around,” West says. “And a total shit, and a narcissist, and an exploiter. But she was with him because he was this incredible force of nature, really, and a sort of bon viveur catalyst to quite a lot of very good writers. I did, even at the end, have a sympathy for this Salieri figure, who realised, having been so famous, that he would only ever be remembered as Colette’s former husband. Which is ironic – no one's ever heard of him now. And if they have, that's the only reason.”

First hatched as an idea 15 years ago, Wash Westmoreland’s film has been an arduous one to get made. West mentions this slow gestation to explain how tentatively the dial moves, in terms of getting stories told about women’s creative achievements. Just five years ago, Knightley was essentially playing sidekick to Alan Turing in The Imitation Game; now it’s her turn to play the genius.

West sees it as “rather serendipitous” that so much discussion about women’s agency – not to mention male abuse – started to happen as the film got made. There’s a striking parallel, I point out, with the role Glenn Close plays in The Wife – as the true brains behind the operation in another literary marriage. “I bet that’s a commonplace story,” he agrees. “Misapplied acclaim. It’s interesting that George Eliot had to change her name to a man's to get published. But then, so did JK Rowling. Doesn't change much, does it?”

As a true-blue fan of The Wire, I couldn’t possibly interview West without touching on his lead role in that series. You could argue David Simon’s Baltimore-set, 5-season HBO epic changed everything for the actor in 2002, but you’d be wrong, because it took about five years before anyone even saw it.

West, a dabbler in Hollywood back then, was deep into his “lovers” phase – he’d been an alcoholic boyfriend to Sandra Bullock in 28 Days, a jazz-age lothario shot dead by Renée Zellweger in Chicago, a caddish colleague to Julia Roberts in Mona Lisa Smile. He was usually the debonair party animal you had to get out of the way so the film could carry on.

And then a tape he’d recorded as a joke fell into Simon’s hands. “It was just an astonishing piece of luck,” he reflects, “because in spite of myself, I landed the lead part in the best TV show of all time!”. This casting fluke lets him lampoon himself so perfectly it’s hard not to laugh. “I spent an awful lot of time trying to get out of it! I was always saying, ‘Oh gawd, not another season.’ Mainly because I was away from home, from my young daughter. And also because no one seemed to be watching it.”

Jimmy McNulty, an alcoholic cop struggling with child support and unstable relationships, was the show’s weary constant. West’s crumpled humility gave the show a relatable centre, but it finally paid him back: the slow-trickle recognition of Simon’s sensational achievement has let everyone involved live in its afterglow.

“I wouldn’t have watched it, had I not been in it,” West admits. “My daughter told me the other day, ‘Yeah, I watched it, it's very dated, dad.’ I don't think it is, though! It's been the gift that keeps on giving.” Michael B. Jordan, now a superstar after the Creed films and Black Panther, got his break there as a tragic 16-year-old drug dealer called Wallace. “I directed him in the last season, now he’s the king of Hollywood,” West remembers.

And there was Idris Elba, as kingpin-cum-politician Stringer Bell. “What happened to Idris? I don't know what happened to Idris. Has anyone heard of him since?! It was perfect. I think he knew it was perfect. He came in, blazed it, and got out. The rest of us felt slightly like journeymen, supporting these celebrity cameos.”

West socks over this kind of self-deprecation with reliable verve. He gallantly assumes it was his dancing, not Knightley’s, which led to a polka sequence being cut from Colette. “She’s pretty easy to spark off,” he says of his co-star. “And she's certainly easy to fall in love with. I had one particular scene where I'm in despair because she's leaving me, and that was a piece of cake.”

Colette was just a 19-year-old Burgundian country girl when she met Willy, 14 years her senior, and was swept off her feet. When West talks about their vigorous sex life, which branched out to multiple partners in Paris – and some they shared – there’s a hint of performative envy to his routine. “Considering what he drank and ate and smoked every day, he was also having sex three times a day. I mean, people did that, in those days. They make our vegan times look so dreary!”

Meanwhile, his approach to tackling the almost dauntingly virtuous Jean Valjean was to find the weakness in the man. “He's so obviously someone overcoming his shortcomings. Which is the only chance any of us get to be heroes. Quite apart from all the acrobatic saving of kids that he does, his great thing is redeeming his flaws, or his dark past.”

It’s an effort for us both not keep calling it Les Miz. Wasn’t he at all disappointed that he never got to belt out “Two-four-six-oh-OOOOONE!!” in his beefiest Old Etonian baritone?

“I was disappointed, but I think everyone else was relieved! I wondered where the songs were, actually. I kept trying to sing and they kept stopping me.”

Les Misérables continues on BBC One on Sunday at 9pm. Colette is out in UK cinemas from January 11 (x)

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Ed Asner: The Most Memorable Animated Roles From the TV Legend

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We lost a great one this weekend with Ed Asner. The lovably gruff actor died at 91. Asner was a prolific actor, not only having well over 400 credits to his name, but also still performing roles to the end. Sure, every obituary is going to talk up how well known he was for The Mary Tyler Moore Show and all that, but for many of us, he was a huge part of our childhoods.

Ed Asner did plenty of voice work. More than I can talk about here, but his deep, growly, and at times friendly voice lent itself well to a lot of cartoon characters. Not just the old man from Up, but lots of villains and supporting characters in superhero shows. He was also in FoodFight, but we don’t need to talk about FoodFight.

Here are our favorite animated characters that Ed Asner gave voice to…

Roland Daggett (Batman: The Animated Series)

It really says a lot about how high-quality Batman: The Animated Series was when they had Ed Asner doing a bang up job playing Roland Daggett and he was probably considered the least interesting recurring villain. Giving Batman his own Lex Luthor wasn’t as strong a dynamic as it should have been and other than being a side villain in the Clayface origin episodes, Daggett’s episodes don’t really stand out among the rest.

When you do watch one of those episodes and remember that Daggett exists, Asner’s charm definitely does some heavy lifting. He absolutely pulled whatever blood he could out of that stone.

Hoggish Greedly (Captain Planet and the Planeteers)

Ah, Captain Planet. Incredibly cheesy, but honestly way better than it really had any right to be. Asner played Hoggish Greedly, one of the various go-to villains on the show and one of the villains who was so on the nose that he’s made to look like a literal gross animal to drive the point home how evil he is. Greedly was half-pig/half-Trump, which led to Asner doing oink-based laughter that went on way too long. I’m sure that saved on the animation budget.

Asner’s Greedly also did a lot of yelling at his sidekick Rigger and that guy was voiced by John Ratzenberger. Forget all the pollution and trying to murder children and eco-Jesus. Being mean to Cliff Clavin is going too far!

Hudson (Gargoyles)

Third season excluded, Gargoyles was one of those shows that was so good that you can’t help but look back in wonder at how fortunate we were to have something so good. Asner was the team’s resident grizzled mentor character Hudson (who named himself that after thinking that naming a river is stupid as hell). He brought his A-game, plus a Scottish accent, but was a bit overshadowed by the team’s leader Goliath. Asner may have had a gravely voice, but he was a silver medalist to Keith David’s gold in that regard.

Despite being a battle-weary soul, Hudson always brought a weird sense of optimism to the show whenever he was around. He acted like living as long as he had was something to be celebrated and that he was lucky for it.

Mike Cosgrove (Freakazoid)

As the story goes, Asner was prepared to voice Sgt. Cosgrove with more pep and emotion, but when he blandly read through the lines to get them down first, others told him to just go with that. Cosgrove’s complete lack of enthusiasm in contrast to Freakazoid’s over-the-top behavior is what makes him so memorable and likeable. He was like the anti-straight man.

There’s a real Dadaist charm to Cosgrove, who is entirely competent (he once caused a Cthulhu-like being to back off via a threat to bust his lip), but really outlines the utter weirdness of Freakazoid’s world with his mild banter. It doesn’t matter how dire the situation is, if Cosgrove invites Freakazoid to some random distraction, it will almost always work. Then he’ll tell him something odd like how pigs are smarter than bears, but they can’t ride bikes. Then he’ll convince Freakazoid to get back to the plot and move on.

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This did lead to the biggest BS moment of the show, though. One time Freakazoid couldn’t go get a yogurt with Cosgrove, so Cosgrove asked the viewer if they wanted to join him, followed by reacting as if we said no. Don’t you put that evil on me, Steven Spielberg! I don’t appreciate the gaslighting and I know I’m not the only one.

Asner did get to reprise the role one last time in a recent episode of Teen Titans Go! that guest starred Freakazoid. Once again, he got distracted from a life-or-death situation because Cosgrove wanted to buy him a donut and then discuss the different types of donuts.

J. Jonah Jameson (Spider-Man: The Animated Series)

When it comes to Jameson, it’s all but unanimous that JK Simmons is THE portrayal. Even in terms of animation, people tend to think of Paul Kligman for nailing the character back in the 1960s. That said, Asner played him a different way and it worked. Asner’s Jameson wasn’t a motormouth with an inflated sense of importance. He was a gruff and, for lack of a better term, menacing boss who was a thorn in the side of Peter Parker’s two identities.

While he did come off as a jerk, they made sure to emphasize that he wasn’t a bad guy, just a grouch with an axe to grind. That made it all the better in the aftermath of Peter’s wedding when he revealed in secret that he paid for the whole thing, but didn’t want Peter to know he actually liked him.

Even though Asner was able to play Peter’s cantankerous quasi-father figure, he did get a brief shot at Peter’s more loving one in Spectacular Spider-Man. As Uncle Ben, Asner showed some real grizzled warmth that really stood out despite being a very short role.

Granny Goodness (Superman: The Animated Series)

I already mentioned Daggett earlier, but Asner has done his lion’s share of DC characters. The animated adaptation of All-Star Superman had him as Perry White, which is so obvious in retrospect that I can’t believe it took that long to do (Asner had also been considered for the role as far back as Richard Donner’s Superman: The Movie). He was also Hephaestus in an episode of Justice League Unlimited, which was overshadowed by the extremely inspired casting of the brothers from Wonder Years as Hawk and Dove.

Just as inspired was Asner as Granny Goodness. A cosmic evil in the form of a “loving” grandmother type is one of the most Jack Kirby of Jack Kirby ideas. Having Asner trying to use his menacing gravel voice for a female character is just so fun to check out, especially once you figure out it’s him. Granny didn’t get too much use, but I would love to see the footage of Asner in the booth trying to make it work.

Carl Fredricksen (Up)

While I can talk about Cosgrove and Jameson for days, Asner’s most famous role is that of Carl, the crotchety old man from Up. It helps that by the time we first hear Asner’s voice in the movie, we’ve already seen Carl through his whole life, including the heartbreaking tragedy that comes with it. It lets us know that underneath the harsh growling, there’s a sensitive man underneath and Asner’s performance opens up throughout.

Though again, he’s mean to John Ratzenberger and I can’t abide by that!

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Up is a great companion piece to A Goofy Movie, in how it hits differently for each generation. Much like how kids identify with Max while adults identify with Goofy, Up has Russell the scout and Carl. When Kevin the bird gets kidnapped, Russell can only scold Carl in disbelief for letting it happen. Carl, whose house and belongings were literally just on fire a moment ago, responds with the emotional and fed-up, “I DIDN’T ASK FOR ANY OF THIS!” which is probably my favorite Asner line read.

I’m really not looking forward to rewatching that movie. I love it, but it’s going to break me. Let’s see what else Disney+ has to offer… Oh, Dug has his own series of shorts! …Oh man.

Santa Claus (Various)

One of roles people these days remember Asner for is Santa Claus in Elf. That was neither the first time nor the last time Asner portrayed Jolly Old Saint Nick. He’s played the character various times in various projects. For some reason, Ed Asner just made for a fantastic Santa. It’s not like he was playing him the same way every time.

His performance in The Story of Santa Claus was your regular vanilla take. The version in Elf (which had an animated spinoff short, so it’s on-topic!) felt like a well-meaning but flawed take on the legend. Olive, the Other Reindeer added some real cynicism to Santa while Regular Show went even further to the point of absurdity. But yet no matter the version, Asner added warmth and wisdom to his portrayal of the seasonal gift-giver.

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Honestly, an Ed Asner Santa marathon isn’t the worst idea for this December. It’s a good way to remember such a beloved talent that I’m certainly going to miss.

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A Very BTS Christmas (pt. 1/7)

Alright folks, this is it! Happy holidays, here is my gift to you.

Pairing: Jungkook + reader (college!au)

Genre: smuuuuuuuut

Rating: 18+ please and thank you!

All I want for Christmas, Is You...

It was the second to last day of classes before Christmas break, and I still had three exams to sit through. Tension was tight in my shoulders as I trudged my way across campus, the snow an inch or two deeper than my snowboots were tall, and I could feel small trickles of it soaking into my woolen socks. I was stressed, cold, and uncomfortable as the wind whipped across the quad. My dorm was only another five minute walk away, I was so close, but my eyes were watering at this point and I just wanted to lay down and sleep for five years. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I checked it as I waited for the signal to cross the street.

Katie B: shy baby was at the desk when I left like fifteen minutes ago ;) (5:36 pm)

Y/N: oh god (5:36 pm)

Katie, my roommate, was of course referring to Jungkook, a junior who sometimes was on duty at the front of our dorm. He and I flirted each time we ran into each other, but I’d yet to gather the courage to ask him out. Katie had been pushing me to booty call him for the last month, especially when he’d given me his number the last time we’d talked.

Katie B: I told him you’d be alone tonight (5:38 pm)

Y/N: you bitch (5:38 pm)

Katie B: nah you love me ❤️(5:39 pm)

Y/N: fuck you (5:40 pm)

Y/N: jk I love you and have a good Christmas. See you next year ❤️❤️❤️ (ps but seriously fuck you) (5:40 pm)

I trudged through the snow, finally making it through the door. The dorm was eerily quiet, as though everyone had up and evaporated. And they might as well had, seeing as most of the other students had gone home. As an RA and a senior, I had to stay until the last of the kids left, making sure everything was unplugged and clean and neat. I saw Jungkook through the door and instantly became flustered. I’d had a dream about him the other night, and my stomach flipped and legs tightened thinking about it. He watched me with a smirk as I dug around for my key card to get the second set of doors to the lobby open, and eventually hit the unlock button for me.

“how’s it going, Y/N?” he asked, pushing a set of glasses up the bridge of his button nose as I stomped out my boots. Good lord, he was handsome.

I blinked the thought away quickly, and nodded. “Cold. Very cold.”

“At least Christmas is in like, two days. I saw Katie leave, when do you go?”

“Mm hopefully tomorrow afternoon. You?”

He shrugged. “I’m an exchange student out from Busan? I couldn’t afford a ticket home for the holiday, so I’m here til my friend Brian’s folks can pick us up.”

“Ah, yeah, I get that.” He made me nervous and jittery, something that I hadn’t felt for a boy since my last long term relationship, which had not ended well. But with Jungkook, I wanted to make him smile, to see what that would look like and see if it was as pretty as I thought it would be. My eyes swept down from his face along his arms and chest to where they disappeared beneath the edge of the desk. Judging by how his shirt clung to his chest and arms, he was quite well built beneath it, and I wondered what his arms and stomach would feel like beneath my fingertips.

I flushed at the thought, remembering my dream, and thanking god it was cold out so that my cheeks were already blushed. I shook my head and smiled at him, deciding to keep everything neat, platonic, and casual. I raised a hand in farewell, and yanked the door to the stairwell open, bounding upwards attempting to shake away the glimpse of Jungkook’s smile that I had caught before I’d turned.

Breathing heavily from the stairs, I unlocked the door to my dorm room and clicked my small and very illegal space heater on. I dropped my wet socks on the windowsill above the heater, hoping they’d dry out quickly so I could wear them again seeing how all of my other socks were stuffed into my duffel, ready to go when my last exam was over and done with the next morning. I hung my jacket up neatly on the metal hook inside of my closet, and stuck my boots on the mat underneath it. I plugged in my Christmas lights that hung around the big window on the far wall, lighting up my bed in multicolored joy. I turned on my iPhone to a Michael Buble Christmas station, and hummed along quietly to it as I tugged my flannel pjs on and powered up my laptop. As I settled onto my bed with my notecards spread around me, my stomach mumbled in frustration, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten anything since this morning in the library.

I shushed my tummy as I slipped my slippers on, grabbed my keys and wallet and wandered down to the front desk vending machines. I hummed jingle bells to myself as I fed a dollar or two into the machine. I glanced at the front desk out of the corner of my eye, wondering if Jungkook was still sitting there with his laptop. My heart sank slightly when I saw his chair empty. His laptop was still there, so I knew he probably would be back, but I didn’t think that I would make another vending machine trip that night. I sighed heavily and bent to scoop my cup-o’-noodles out of the slot once they dropped, cursing myself for being disappointed over a stupid boy.

“Whatchya got there?” a voice said behind me and I yelped. I flung my ramen up into the air and fell back against the machine, clutching my apparently very weak heart, feeling my cheeks flush in embarrassment. Jungkook was standing in front of me, his hands held out in front of him as though to catch me if I fell, his eyes wide with shock, his lips slightly parted in surprise at my reaction. He was much taller than I anticipated, towering a good foot and a half above me, and I had to crane my neck to look up at him fully. My heart was racing but I wasn’t so sure it was entirely from the scare that Jungkook had provided me with.

“Jesus Christ, you scared me.”

“Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to, oh my God, I’m sorry. Are you okay?” He was blushing, clearly flustered over the interaction. My heart clenched as he looked me up and down searching for any signs of damage that he may have unintentionally inflicted. When he found nothing he shuffled his feet and ran a hand through his hair, still feeling bad about scaring me. There was a reason Katie called him shy baby.

“No, no, it’s fine, I’m just jumpy. Don’t worry about it.” I flapped my hands at him, willing my heart to slow down and for him to stop looking so damn shy. I needed to look away from him, I decided, and began to scan the floor for my noodles. “Shit, did you see where my ramen went?” I asked him, looking around him to see if it had rolled that way.

“Uh, before or after you threw it at me?”

I snorted, still refusing to look at him. “I did not throw it at you.”

“You did, I could have died.”

“I think it was more likely of me to die from a heart attack than for you to die by ramen inflicted wounds.” I looked around the side of the machine, spotting the little round container wedged between it and the wall. “Gotcha you little bugger,” I muttered, tugging it from its hiding spot.

“That’s what you think.” Jungkook said as I looked up at him and smiled, wiggling the container at him in triumph. He blushed again and crossed his arms. “Again, I’m sorry. My brothers are always telling me to stop sneaking up on people.”

I tilted my head, wanting to keep talking to the shy but incredibly attractive boy standing in front of me. A little voice in my head told me to say goodbye and go back upstairs to study, but I was starved of human interaction, especially with someone who seemed to be interested in talking to me too. “You have brothers?” I asked, genuinely interested.

He flushed again. “Yeah, six older ones.”

“Holy moly,”

“Yeah, it gets pretty crazy, like all of the time.” Had I not been looking at him, I would have thought he was complaining about them. But his wide eyes were sad, he was looking at the ground, clearly thinking about the family he wouldn’t be able to see this Christmas. It made my heart ache, thinking of what it would be like to have to spend the holiday, my absolute favorite holiday, away from my family.

“You must miss them,” I said quietly, reaching for him. My fingers hesitated an inch or two away from his arm, before I snatched my hand back away. I couldn’t just go around touching random boys, no matter how sad they were.

He smiled slightly, showing his two bunny-like front teeth and rubbed the back of his neck, still not looking at me. “Like crazy. They’re loud and annoying and really, really controlling but I miss them a lot.” His voice cracked and so did my heart. He shook his head, and met my eyes again, forcing whatever emotion was there just a moment ago away to the back of his mind. “But Brian’s family lives near by, and he’s got like...four brothers so I suppose it won’t be much different.”

“Good lord he should form a band, he’s certainly got enough members.”

Jungkook laughed. “They tried, a while back, but Sungjin and Jae kept fighting over who could be the leader so their mom took away their instruments for a week.”

“That sounds...chaotic.”

“They weren’t that great either, but don’t tell Brian I said that.”

We laughed again, and I promised not to breathe a word. We fell into a silence, not uncomfortable but not quite comfortable either. “Uhm, well,” I said, shuffling my feet. “I’ve got an exam in the morning, but like...It was cool talking to you again.” We moved back to the front desk, Jungkook moving behind it.

“Yeah, it was cool talking to you. Thanks for not killing me with your noodles.”

I smiled, making him blush again. It was weirdly easy to make this boy blush and I was loving it. “Oh, hush, you were perfectly safe.” I waved my hand at him. And then I stopped, feeling a sudden rush of courage that would make Katie proud. “You’re here all night, yeah?”

“Yeah, why?” He asked, raising an eyebrow questioningly. Goddamn he was hot.

“You should text me if you get lonely.” I smiled at the way his jaw popped open in surprise at the invitation, and then quickly turned around. Better to leave them hanging, as Katie always said.

“Cool, coolcoolcool,” He replied, once again drumming his fingers on the desk. I smiled again, wondering how long it would take for him to text me and went back up the stairs to my room.

I awoke to my phone vibrating loudly and incessantly. I had a flash card stuck to my cheek from where I had laid on it to only rest my eyes. I picked up my phone and looked at the time, and groaned when I realized it was three am. I glanced at the caller ID prepared to ignore them but my blood went cold when I saw it was several new texts from Jungkook.

Jungkook: so...about your offer. I’m lonely (2:45 am)

Jungkook: are you still awake? (2:45 am)

Jungkook: you’re probably asleep...fuck. (2:50 am)

Jungkook: okay but like...wake up? (2:52 am)

Jungkook: I really hope this is still on the table. (2:55 am)

Jungkook: text me back by 3:30, and I’ll be on your doorstep in an instant. Jungkook out (2:57 am)

Jungkook: okay I know I said I’d wait but I can’t wait. Wake up wake up wake up (3:00 am)

I smiled at the texts, the last one coming in right as I opened them up to reply.

Y/N: it would be rude to uninvite you (3:00 am)

Jungkook: omw (3:00 am)

No less than a minute later, there was a knock at my door. “I’m coming! Hang on hang on-” I stopped mid sentence as I yanked the door open to find myself staring blearily at a very solid looking chest wrapped in a white t-shirt. My eyes traveled up the chest to see that it was attached to none other than Jungkook, looking quite exquisite for three in the morning. I blinked a few times, taking him in from feet to head. “Oh goodness,” was all I could come up with as greeting.

“Hi, Y/N. I’d say I’m sorry for waking you up but...” he shrugged and smiled at me, his eyes dark and raking over my body. “...I’m not.”

I wanted to cover my body with my hands, standing in only my ratty flannel pjs and an old sweatshirt from my mom’s alum. Part of me wished I had changed before I’d told him to come over, at least put on some matching pjs, or maybe even a nicer pair of undies. But Jungkook didn’t seem to mind. His eyes burned over my covered skin, and the heat that washed over me pooled in my stomach, slowly settling at my core. I stepped aside and let him in.

“Sorry, I fell asleep studying for my European history final. The exam is tomorrow morning.”

“Mm, probably not.” He said, kicking off his timbs by the door.

“What do you mean?” I asked absently as Jungkook stretched, his t-shirt rising and exposing a sliver of tanned and toned tummy and the waistband of his blue Calvin Klein briefs. My stomach tingled and jittered at the sight.

“Okay yeah, you need to look outside.” Dropping his arms heavily to his sides, he slipped around me. I followed him across the room to my window, where the shade was shut to keep the draft out. He tugged on the cord, lifting them. The street light outside was the only thing providing any kind of color, as fat snow flakes fell from the sky in huge clumps. I wasn’t outside but I could tell that the world was muffled, wrapped in a thick cotton blanket. “They cancelled all exams, there’s no way the plows are getting out in this.”

“Oh, it's so pretty!” I sighed, nearly pressing my nose to the window. The snow was twisting in dazzling swirls and tornados, truly looking like snow fairies slipping through the night air.

“Yeah, it is, isn’t it?” Jungkook said beside me, and I flicked my eyes from the snow to him. He, unlike myself, was not watching the snow but rather had his eyes trained on me. He had a half smile on, his eyes wandering slowly over my face. They landed softly on my lips, and I couldn’t help but run my tongue across them self-consciously.

I felt Jungkook’s fingers curl around my own gently, large and warm fingers asking for permission to tug me forward to him. I twisted my fingers around his, part of me terrified he’d notice how soft and rounded they were, but instead he swiped his thumb across my palm, reading my life line slowly.

“Hi,” I sighed, eyes trained on his.

“Hey,” he whispered back. He smiled, laughing lightly. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” I said as he ran the fingers of his other hand gently up my arm.

“Why’d you invite me over?” he asked, leaning in closer to me, his large, dark eyes flickering back and forth between my lips and eyes.

“I don’t know.”

“Liar,” Jungkook replied before brushing his lips against mine. He was hesitant at first, giving me the option to say no, to press my palms to his chest and back away. Jungkook was a shy baby indeed. But I raised myself up onto my toes, pressing my lips against his, still holding his fingers between my own. I could feel his smile spread slowly as I kissed him.

He pulled away after a few moments, and I groaned at the loss of his touch. “God,” he said, brushing his nose along my own. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

“Yeah?” I asked, blushing.

“Yeah. Since You and Katie came home late from that party months ago. And you were drunk, all giggly and talkative and glowing. You were complaining about your hands being cold, and then you grabbed mine, and you were talking about how much you loved how warm my hands were...” He trailed off and I blushed harder as I slowly remembered the night he was talking about.

“Oh God, I’m so embarrassing.”

“No, no, it was so cute. You were so adorable and flushed and happy. Then the next time I saw you, you were leaving for the library and you stopped when I asked if your hands were still cold and we talked for a while and you seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say...”

I remembered this time too, and how he had made my heart skip a beat when he’d asked me about my hands, and he didn’t seem to want to jump in my pants like all the other guys I’d spoken to online or in class. Jungkook had blushed when I asked him what he was reading, and that’s how he got his nickname when I told Katie later that night.

Hearing now how much he had wanted me before, how he was only waiting for me to call him, to ask for him, made my limbs turn to jelly and my joints turn to liquid gold. I cut him off, releasing his hands to twist mine in his hair. He kissed me back vigorously, moaning into my lips which parted under the touch of his tongue. I ran my tongue along his teeth, and then the roof of his mouth, dancing with his own. Jungkook’s muscled arms wrapped around my waist, pressing himself closer to me. He kissed the corner of my mouth, quickly trailing along my jaw before ducking to skim my neck. My heart hammered within my chest, and my body arched into his movements, craving more and more of him. I slipped my hands beneath his t- shirt, feeling his warm stomach twitch gently under my touch. I lifted the hem of his shirt, begging for more contact, for more of him, and he obliged.

Jungkook stepped back, taking his glasses off of his face before gently placing them on my desk. He watched me, tugging his shirt over his soft brown hair, his lips swollen from kissing me. I sucked in a breath as I stared at his hardened chest, and then took a step forward pulling my sweatshirt off of my body, standing before him only in my pj pants. He blinked, slowly taking me in before I stepped forward, palming him gently over his jeans and pressing kisses on his shoulders. Jungkook pressed his hips forward, asking wordlessly for more. I sank my teeth gently into the flesh of his shoulder as his hands dipped below the waistband of my pants, tugging them downwards til they puddled on the floor. Jungkook groaned harshly as I kissed and nipped my way down his chest and stomach, until I was on my knees before him. I began to tug at the button and zip to his jeans, my fingers clumsy from the adrenaline running through my veins.

Jungkook placed two fingers beneath my chin, forcing him to look him in the eye. “Y/N, you don’t have to do this, we don’t have to if you don’t want to.” My heart expanded at his words, but I shook my head.

“Who ever said I didn’t want this?” I asked huskily as I finally undid his jeans. I pulled both these and his briefs down, releasing his erection. He wasn’t as hard as I would have liked him to be, but I brushed my fingers along his length, forcing a shudder to quake through Jungkook’s body. I wrapped my fingers around him, feeling his member grow and harden in my grip. I took the head in my mouth, wrapping my lips gently around him, swirling my tongue about, smearing saliva across it. I pulled back to observe my handy work, to see Jungkook tilting his head back, his arm extending to wrap his fingers in my hair. I looked at his cock, which was now fully erect, precum beading at his slit. I smiled as he pushed my head forward, and I kissed him lightly before taking his length in my mouth. I sucked along him, feeling his dick twitch against my tongue. Jungkook moaned as I began to bob my head, hollowing my cheeks as I did so.

I could feel the dampness between my legs growing along with the intense pressure and need to be touched, the need for release. I began to ache and couldn’t help slipping my hand below the band of my panties, spreading my lips with two fingers before dipping my middle finger against my clit. I gasped, which caused him to slip from my mouth with a soft pop. The tip of Jungkook’s cock was red and slick. His eyes snapped down to my face, and then flicked to my hand which was continuing its ministrations against my folds.

He snarled as he gripped my shoulders suddenly, pulling me from my knees and pressing his lips back against mine. His hands roamed across my body, before rolling my underwear off of my hips to expose me in my entirety. Jungkooks fingers replaced mine, spreading me before sliding one finger inside to pump gently. “Damnit,” he sighed into my hair. “You’re so tight, so ready for me.” He slid a second long finger inside, feeling how my walls stretched around him. His teeth slipped against my earlobe, nipping lightly, sending shock waves of pleasure through my body before they crashed within my core. Jungkook pressed his palm against my flesh while his fingers continued to work inside of me.

At this point I was soaked, and Jungkook knew. He smiled and backed me up until the back of my knees hit the bed. “Lay down for me, baby,” he said, and I obeyed without any hesitation. He slipped his fingers out of me, studying them for a moment before slipping them between his lips. He closed his eyes and hummed at the flavor, before returning his hands to me. Jungkook laid me out before him, his eyes roving over my body. Rather than wishing to curl in on myself in embarrassment, I spread my legs for him, forgetting about any of the things that I normally hated about myself. Jungkook’s eyes wandered over my open body, while his hands pressed warm marks where needed them the most.

He leaned in taking one of my nipples in his mouth, rolling it between his teeth. I moaned at the sting of it, my back arching upwards and my hands clawing at his shoulderblades. “Hm, like it a little rough?” He murmured against my breast, his other hand rising to pinch my other nipple harshly. I reached down and took his cock in my palm, running my hand up and down his length. He moaned and bit gently across my skin, along my collar bone, up my neck and back along my jaw. He let me work him for a few more strokes, before taking my hand away and pinning it above me. “Stay here for a moment, Sweets,” he breathed, before sitting up and moving away across the room. He picked up a soft scarf that I had draped over my desk chair when I had come home that afternoon. Jungkook returned to the bed, wrapping the soft wool around my wrists gently, kissing each before tying it off loosely to the headboard. He kissed my lips again with an sloppy open mouth kiss. Pulling back, he looked at me with smoldering hooded eyes. “Is this alright?”

I nodded vigorously, chewing on my lips and wrapped my legs around him, pulling him close. “Jungkook, this is more than okay. This is perfection.” He flashed a smile at me and asked where my condoms were. I nodded at the bedside table, where he found them tucked away in a drawer. After rolling a rubber onto his length, he pumped himself a few more times, he eyes never leaving my own.

He leaned forward, capturing my lips with his own, lining himself up against my folds. He smoothed his tip along my slit, coating me over himself and teasing gently, until I groaned out in frustration. He laughed, and pushed roughly inside, not waiting for my vagina to stretch to his girth before pumping himself in and out roughly. His hands gripped my hips tightly as they arched up against him, my arms straining against my ties. Jungkook continued to kiss, bite, nip, and suck at the soft flesh of my body, bringing me to the brink and back again several times, causing my muscles to tighten and release until a film of sweat mingled on our bodies. Finally, I found the torture to be enough, and decided to show Jungkook what I was made of, even restrained.

I locked my ankles together on his lower back, caging him between my legs. Arching my hips upwards, I pressed his body closer to mine, craving the feeling of his cock filling me to the hilt. He moaned as I held him in place, grinding my hips against him searching for the friction that I had been craving since I had dreamed of him the night before. He was thick, and the pressure of his member filling me was enough to take my breath away. I pressed my face into his neck as I did so, sucking a purple bruise into his caramel skin. I pulled harshly on the scarf, relishing in the feeling of the wool rubbing against my skin. He slipped his hand between us, two fingers circling my clit once, twice, and then three times before pressing against the over sensitive bundle, but it wasn’t enough. My head was swimming in within the fog of all of the different sensations I was feeling, overwhelming and leaving me lightheaded. I loosened my thighs, allowing for him to shallowly pull out only to slam back into me, knocking the air from my lungs with a cry of intense pleasure and pain. He hesitated for a moment, afraid that he’d hurt me, but swore as I sank my teeth into his shoulder for encouragement. He pulled back again, to smash back into my body, my cries echoing through the room.

“Fuck, Jungkook, fuck, fuck, fuck me!” I cried as my abs, ass, and legs clenched suddenly. There was no slow build up towards my climax, it crashed into me like a tidal wave, knocking my head backwards and sucking air through my teeth. Jungkook clung to me, holding me up as he continued his movements.

“Shit, baby, yes, oh god,” he hissed in my ear, feeling my walls grip harshly against his cock. I cried out again as another orgasm worked its way through my body, this time a slow burn in the middle of my stomach morphing into a tingle that ran from my limbs back to my core. A low moan dragged itself from my throat, mingling with the sounds of flesh moving against one and other. Jungkook barreled into his orgasm, coming with me this time, his warmth spreading inside of me, causing me to shudder in glorious pleasure. He was sweaty and out of breath as he collapsed on top of me, refusing to remove himself just yet. As our bodies intertwined, the draft from my window cooled the sweat on his skin, causing him to shudder.

I kissed his brow lightly, and he rolled over and out of me. He sat up to lean above me and undo the scarf, blood running back through my wrists and allowing my exhausted body to slump back into my mattress. After kissing the red rings on my wrists that I had pulled into them, Jungkook walked to the bathroom and returned with a warm damp cloth. He sat beside me and cleaned the mess between my legs gently, and then kissed each hickey and bite mark that he left behind, as though apologizing for any pain he may have unintentionally caused me. After he dropped the cloth in the hamper, he moved to put his clothes on, but I shook my head as I watched him.

“Nope,” I murmured to him sleepily, watching through heavy lidded eyes. “I’m cold and you are a space heater. Remember how much I love your hands?” He smiled as I flipped the blanket open, inviting him to lay beside my nude figure. He dropped his jeans back to the floor, and climbed naked back into my bed. Jungkook pulled me close into his solid chest, tucking my head beneath his chin and brushing his fingers up and down my spine.

“You know something?” He whispered as I pressed my cold nose against his collarbone, absorbing as much warmth as I could.

“Hmm?” I sighed into the darkness.

“This is all I wanted for Christmas.”

“Really good sex?” I teased, and he squeezed me tighter in response.

“No. All I wanted for Christmas was you.” I could hear the grin in his voice, and the chuckle that rumbled in his chest.

I laughed at his cheesy line but sat up to plant an open mouthed kiss on him, and he smiled his stupid, goofy, bunny smile at me. “You know, all I wanted for Christmas was you too, Jeon Jungkook. Wholly and entirely you.” I lay back down and that was how we fell asleep; legs tangled, buried beneath my quilts, Christmas lights blinking around us and the muffled sound of the plow finally rolling past.

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Fandom meme tagged by @nyx4 and @cleoselene xoxo which took me 90 years to finish but it’s HARD OKAY thinking is hard

A: Your current OTP. Jace/Alec from Shadowhunters. Apparently this makes me problematic but I don't care

B: A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind. This is hard because if I started watching a show because of someone they typically told me their ship ahead of time and then I was looking for it. So I guess the closest I can come up with is that I lowkey ship Sephiroth/Genesis from Final Fantasy because of @nyx4 but I've never played the game

C: A pairing you wish you shipped, but just can't. Arthur/Merlin from Merlin. Everyone always went so over the top with Merthur, and I shipped it for a few seconds but I never really liked Arthur so it was hard to care.

D: What was the first thing you ever contributed to a fandom? An X-Files fanfic uploaded to Gossamer titled, embarrassingly enough, "My Immortal" to which I attached my real name. I was 14 or 15 and therefore very stupid. (I have since had this and another removed from the site, thankfully). I also handed this fic into my English teacher to read. Even more embarrassing. The plot? Mulder loved Scully but he wanted to make sure that she loved him so he tried to make her jealous and when she did act jealous he was like "lol jk" and then I went into a lot of detail on a kiss they shared (THAT MY ENGLISH TEACHER READ) and then they got engaged and then they both got shot outside of Mulder's apartment for WHATEVER REASON and died. Hence "My Immortal", because they'll be together in death.

E: Have you added anything stupid/cracky/hilarious to your fandom, if so, what? Yes, and I shall find the post I made on Livejournal so I can bring you direct to the source. It was for Legend of the Seeker, and I got the idea to Photoshop a fake Facebook post based on an episode (I forgot where I got the idea, if I saw it in another fandom or what). Anyway the result was this:

https://imgur.com/Zo5Bi6x

It spun of control and spawned an actual Facebook RP which is where I met the two people who tagged me in this and AIN'T LIFE REALLY CRAZY SOMETIMES???

F: What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom? What fandom was it? The X-Files. I got into it when I was around 11 or 12 and was a pretty active member until I was 17 or 18. Which doesn't seem very long, but to be heavily into it, I feel it was. And then I came back around to it when the revival was announced, so it's been an on and off relationship.

G: What was your first fandom? The X-Files, probably, in terms of content-creating. Maybe if I'm counting things like "I pretended I was Xena a lot and I would call my friend on the phone and we’d talk about Xena" then maybe Xena: Warrior Princess

H: Do you prefer real-life TV shows or animated TV shows? Real-life, hands down. I hate animation.

I: Has tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why? Lol what -hasn't- Tumblr caused me to hate? Tho...you know what...I've never said it on this hellsite for fear of reprisal, but I'm going to do it. Tumblr turned me off Sansa Stark back in season 2 or so. There was so many posts where people were so aggressive about unfollowing and hating people who didn't like Sansa and it got so irritating I started to dislike Sansa by association. So congrats, Tumblr, you played yourself. Also, this site turned me off The Musketeers around season 3. So much Aramis hate, kind of soured me since I watched the show for Santiago Cabrera. And then that association soured me on Santiago, so. Thanks.

J: Name a fandom you didn’t care/think about until you saw it all over tumblr. I'm going to say Teen Wolf. It was all over the place when it was first airing and people either loved it or thought it was ridiculous so I started watching it finally and it was ridiculously great. But then they killed off Allison and ruined my life :)))))

K: How do you feel about the other people in your current fandom(s). I don't really know what my current fandoms are - I'm kind of really into Shadowhuters rn but not in a "making things" sort of way. Anyway, I have heard some very terrible things about this fandom so I am wary.

L: Your favorite fanartist/author gives you one request, what do you ask for? I don't read fanfic and I'm not into fanart so.

M: A person who got you into a fandom and what fandom they pulled you in to. @nyx4 again. Got me into watching Sons of Anarchy. I had tried previously and got about 10 minutes in and couldn't stand it but she said it got better so I powered through and then I was into it.

As for non-TV and movie stuff, @tsukinosusagis got me into a shitton of music and like he said a few days ago “Remember when Lights created our friendship??? ICONIC”

N: Your favorite fandom (for the people; not the thing you fangirl over). Legend of the Seeker on its Livejournal days, back in 2009 and 2010 were my favorite. Nothing on tumblr.hell is a good fandom. All of it should burn.

O: Choose a song at random, what ship does it remind you of? Lmao I'm really bad at this. I suffer trying to pick songs for ships so idk

P: Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas). SHADOWHUNTERS PIRATE AU. Also, it's not an AU, but I have a very elaborate setup in my head for an episode of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia where the gang is convinced the bar is haunted and the name of the ep is "Paddy's Pub: The Most Haunted Bar in Philadelphia"

Q: A ship you’ve abandoned and why. Cersei/Jaime because Jaime is a rapist. Also made me stop watching GOT because I was really mostly watching for Cersei and Jaime but I didn’t wanna see Jaime anymore so

R: A pairing you ship that you don’t think anyone else ships. Morgana/Lancelot from Merlin. I'm sure there's a lot in the actual Arthuriana stuff that people ship, but I'm just talking about the show. I was only able to find maybe 1 gifset and 2 fics about these two. Granted, I only shipped them because SANTIAGO CABRERA AND KATIE MCGRATH so maybe nobody else cared.

S: What's a headcanon you have? I don't really have any of these.

T: What are your favorite male/male ships or female/female ships? Jace/Alec (Shadowhuters), Aramis/Porthos (The Musketeers), Red/Snow (Once Upon a Time), Rizzoli/Isles (Rizzoli & Isles), Eliot/Quentin (The Magicians), Penny/Quentin (The Magicians), Xena/Gabrielle (Xena), Mac/Dennis (It's Alway Sunny), Willow/Tara (BTVS)

U: What are your favorite male/female ships? Mulder/Scully (The X-Files), Cesare/Lucrezia (The Borgias), Richard/Nicci (Legend of the Seeker), Richard/Cara (Legend of the Seeker), Gemma/Tig (Sons of Anarchy), Mitchell/Annie (Being Human), Spike/Dru (BTVS), Jim/Pam (The Office), Jane/Michael (Jane the Virgin)

V: Do you have any 3-way ships? If so, what? Yeah, Darken Rahl/Cara/Dahlia from Legend of the Seeker. And it has to be a threeway, because any two of these characters together I don't ship but the 3 together? YES YES YES

W: 5 favorite characters from 5 different fandoms. Bo Dennis (Lost Girl) Ilithyia (Spartacus) Dana Scully (The X-Files) Quentin Coldwater (The Magicians) Gemma Teller (Sons of Anarchy)

X: 3 OTPs from 3 different fandoms. Why would ya ask me this question when you asked for my favorite ships above, bro?

But I guess

Mulder/Scully (The X-Files) Richard/Nicci (Legend of the Seeker) Jim/Pam (The Office)

Y: A fandom you’re in but have no ships from. Most of them - like even if I do have a ship, it's pretty lowkey? A lot of the above are lowkey. But I'll say Black Sails.

Z: What's a ship that you want to ship publicly, but everyone on tumblr hates it so you keep your mouth shut about it? Lol Jalec I guess? Like I'm saying it right now, but I'm not gonna go out there and go big with it because lots of annoying people out there.

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