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grrrlsoverdramas’ GTKM: CREME de la CREME - KDrama masterpieces
not featured due to a lack of decent file to gif: 38 Task Force
#what I learned from making this edit is that I am 100% JTBC's bitch#kdramaedit#kdramanetwork#GTKM 2022#coffee prince#melo suits me#age of youth#run on#a day found by chance#just between lovers#healer#nice guy#school nurse academy#can we get married#these are like... dramas I will defend to death AND recommend to anyone#tbh I probably would have taken extraordinary you out but since I couldnt find squad 38 to gif it made the list#mygifs
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back at it again for my 3rd/4th/5th rewatch of be melodramatic!!! (i haven’t kept track but i’ve watched it at least once a year since 2019/2020 around the holiday season. it’s still the kdrama of my heart for far too many reasons [big and small], and here are some things i noticed about it, again lmao)
the humor is so off base and extra, which aside from the plot of one of the main characters, is one of the things that turns people off. but like, jinjoo’s humor for things is so literally on-brand for me that it’s a boon for me personally. like…i act like that irl. i am like that irl. and to see her unapologetically like this, even with the background actors and characters being concerned as to why she’s like that, is so refreshing? like she’s ridiculous, especially in this slice-of-life drama, but that levity really helps to balance this show out with its heavier plots. but also like yes, i too would carry around a guitar just to Make a Point if it could appear out of nowhere lol
everyone mentions the friendship between the three as one of the greatest friendships in kdrama land, but it honestly really is? a lot of the female friendships in kdrama land (and in other media and even in irl ngl) work out because people are in the same stage of their lives. whereas in be melodramatic, everyone is in a different state in their life AND YET they still allow their friendship to be a priority (single young professional, single but grieving/depressed, single mother) [like yes, they’re still single, but their mindsets and priorities are still very different from just a single, young professional yanno?] it’s the fact that, even with the advantages of cohabitation, that they all decide to move in together because of eunjung. do you know how many friends would just move in to be with their friend after an attempt like that? loving as close as they can? especially within the context of korean culture? the greatest theme of this drama is love, as shown in it’s opening and ending, but this honestly hammers home just how important other forms of love outside of romantic love is.
more thoughts to come as i comb through this kdrama that never fails to get to me. can’t wait for the ensemble cast to make me laugh to the point of crying and rip my heart out so i can cry again 🥲
#be melodramatic#melo is my nature#melo suits me#kdrama analysis#this show is the only show i am willing to break my kdrama embargo for
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I don't know who else is playing love nikki but I got the pompom and cinnamoroll suits...
My poor diamonds you guys they're cute but keep your money, I love sanrio but it just feels like the game made these two more expensive on purpose 💀💀
#nana talks#not obey me related#also making the kuromi suit cost irl money.... evil#if they release a my melo suit I got a problem#especially if it comes w/ that little twin stars pav we still have to get#this game I swear
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IDEA FOR UR TEENAGERS SERIES THINGY
Reader discovers how to use her super speed powers again while shes hanging out with all the other spiders (miles, gwen, pav, ofc her bf hobie) and they decide to go swinging around the city on her planet while shes running instead (maybe theyre having a race or something idk)
OOO
𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬... 𝐏𝐭 𝟏𝟏
“Okay, so basically, you have super speed and you can control time?!” Miles exclaimed, as he drunk his shake.
“Well.. I used to be able to. I can’t do either anymore. I don’t know why but..” you shrugged, taking a sip of yours and Hobies drink.
“I definitely did not see that coming.” Gwen mumbled.
“Yeah, my girl is even cooler now, ain’t she.” He put his arm around you.
“Your girl? Thought you didn’t like labels.”
“I don’t. And you ain’t no one’s property, and you are a free woman to do whatever you want, but you are my girl.”
You looked at him in confusion but laughed. “All right then..”
“Nothing of what you just said made sense, bro.” Pavitr said.
You all laughed.
“I say.. we all have a race. Like a swinging race.”
“What about me?” You asked.
“You can run.. who knows maybe your power will come back.” Miles said, as a joke.
“Ha ha, very funny. Sure, that’s cool.” You hit his arm.
“Sounds good to me.” Pavitr said.
“Sure.” Hobie shrugged.
“Cool.” Gwen said.
You all left after a while, everyone getting ready to start swinging.
“Okay, so where do we meet?”
“Just like uh…that one park we went to.” Miles said.
“Alright.” You said.
“That’s like… 3 miles away.” Miles looked at you.
You sighed.
“If it’s too much I’ll get an Uber or something.” You shrugged.
“Alright, suit yourself.”
“1, 2, and… 3!” They all started to swing, feet off the ground. As soon as you ran, something felt off. You didn’t run often, and it was odd.
First you started off normally, then the speed increased. It increased to the point where your shoes went on fire, and you were at the park in a matter of seconds. The whole team stopped for a moment and stared in shock.
“What the-“ you mumbled, yelling as you realized your shoes were on fire. The kids and parents staring at you.
You put out the fire, and sighed.
“What?” You looked at everyone staring.
You looked and saw everyone still swinging. Hobie with a giant smile on his face as you stood there in complete shock.
“This is crazy. This is absolutely fucking crazy.” You mumbled to yourself, pacing back and fourth.
Hobie raced down to you when he got on the ground, around him turning a bright pink as his eye lenses were wide.
“Holy shit, that was so cool! We were all like ‘oh fuck mate, what the fuck is that?’ And I haven’t gotten a scooby doo on how it happened but-“
“Hobie what the fuck am I supposed to do?!” You grabbed his shoulders and shook him.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t wanna live my life running like the fuckin’ flash!”
“Don’t know who that is, but I’m sure he’s cool.”
“He is but I don’t want this.. these stupid.. oh my god. Does this mean my time powers are back to?”
“Holy shit. My future wife is so fuckin’ sick.” He said.
“Hobie! This isn’t a good thing-“
“It should be! This is fuckin’ amazing, darling.”
You sighed. “How am I gonna explain this to Miguel? He’s already pissed that we keep jumping dimensions to meet up.”
“I’ll tell him.”
“What?”
“If you don’t wanna tell him, I will.
You sighed. “All right. I’ll tell him.”
Hobie smiled and kissed you.
“Also, I kinda ruined your converse..” you said.
He looked at the shoes you had on, you lifted your leg and showed the bottom of it.
“Ehh. It’s whatever. I’ll get new ones.” He shrugged.
“By her do you by any chance mean steal?”
“You know me so well.”
“I sure do.”
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I might be kind of obsessed with him lately.
Summary: The reader and her tag partner Tiffany Straton have a difference of opinion when it comes to newbie Lexis King.
"I still can't believe that Fallon made you much out those nasty horse stalls." You snicker at Tiffany as the two of you make your way across the parking lot. "I swear I can still smell it on you." You crinkle your nose jokingly.
"Ew! YN, don't even joke like that!" Tiffany whines. "I showered like five times after I was done!" She insists. "Fallon is seriously crazy. She said that she actually enjoyed doing manual labor." She whispers the words like they're a slur.
Your nose crinkles for real this time and you sneer. "Ew, as if!"
"Right?" Tiffany agrees. "Girls like us are to pretty to work." She flips her perfectly curled hair over her shoulder.
"You know it." You giggle and twirl your hair between your fingers with a grin.
You and Tiffany head inside the building and waste no time going to your shared locker room. The two of you are passing through the main backstage area when Lexis King appears in front of you.
"Ladies." Lexis grins at you both, an air of self-entitlement about him.
"Lexis." Tiffany turns her nose up at King.
You roll your eyes playfully at Tiffany's immediate dismissal of King. "Hey, Lexis." You offer him a flirty smile.
King immediately turns his attention to you since Tiffany obviously isn't going to give him the time of day. "YN! Where are you ladies headed off to?" He asks you.
"Back to the locker rooms to get ready for the show." You answer him, twirling a strand of hair in your hand. "Tiff and I have a tag match against those losers Lola Vice and Elektra Lopez." You explain.
"Well you definitely look ready to me." Lexis chuckles, showing no shame in raking his eyes over your body.
You roll your eyes at the cheap line he's throwing at you. "Smooth, Romeo." You laugh.
"Ugh! Come on, YN!" Tiffany scoffs and grabs ahold of your hand to drag you off. "You just seriously bombed buddy." She informs Lexis matter-of-factly. "So we'll be going."
"See you later, YN." Lexis nods and steps back to let you and Tiffany pass. "Be seeing you around babe." He winks as Tiffany drags you off.
Tiffany lets her death grip on your arm free only when you are safely in the locker room. She lets your arm go and you rub the red spot from where she was dragging you by.
"That was kind of harsh, don't you think, Tiff?" You ask Tiffany, watching as she makes a b-line for her vanity against the wall.
"Umm, no." Tiffany replies dryly. "That guy is a loser, YN. Come on." She insists.
You roll your eyes playfully and walk over to the other vanity so you can fix your hair and makeup for the show. "I like him." You admit and pick up your hairbrush. "He's cute! And his hair? I love a man that takes care of his hair."
"Ew, YN." Tiffany sneers. "You can do so much better, girl." She assures you. "I thought you had a thing for Carmelo? Or was it Trick?" She asks you.
"It was Carmelo." You answer her. "But Trick is super hot too. He just started dating Lash though. And I'm pretty sure Melo has a new girl now." You explain.
Tiffany grabs her curler off the vanity and shrugs. "So? If they just started dating then what's the harm. They can't be that serious yet." She grins.
"Tiffany!" You laugh. "Say what you want, girl. But I don't go after dudes in relationships. Not my style." You remind her.
"Suit yourself, girl." Tiffany shrugs. "You know, Bron and Cora broke up last month." She flashes a teasing smile at you. "And I know you think Bron is super hunky."
You pick up your makeup bag and open it up to retrieve your foundation and concealer. "And you don't?" You ask Tiffany. "And you I don't have taste." You joke. "Besides. Bron has never shown any interest in me. I guess all those muscles can't make up for poor taste and no brains huh?"
Tiffany snickers and agrees with you. The two of you finish getting your hair and makeup ready for the show then switch to changing into your ring gear. You tie up your boots while Tiffany admires her reflection in the mirror.
"I think I want a set of green gear next." You comment casually.
"Green?" Tiffany sneers. "Ew."
You roll your eyes and walk over to the door. "I like green." You remind her. "Come on. Let's head down to the ring and get this match over with already."
Tiffany stops admiring herself in the mirror and the two of you head out and down to the ring. You do your Buff Barbie's entrance, aka the name of your tag team with Tiffany. And then hop in the ring with her to wait for your opponents.
Lola and Elektra come out and the match gets underway. You and Tiffany work together and you pull Lola up for a pin at the end of the match. The bell rings and you celebrate with Tiffany before the two of you head up the ramp and backstage again.
"Whew! That was easy." You gloat on your way up the ramp. "Did you see the look on Lola's face when I rolled her up? Priceless!" You laugh.
"I know!" Tiffany laughs with you. "Her and Elektra are such losers." She snickers.
You and Tiffany step through the curtain into the backstage are and you spot Lexis hanging around on the other side of the room. Tiffany audibly groans at your side when you eye King up.
"YN, don't even." Tiffany complains.
"I'll meet you back at the locker room, Tiff." You pat her arm with a grin before you walk off. "Lexis! You stalking me now?" You tease King as you walk over to him.
Lexis chuckles at your little quip and stops leaning against the wall. "Stalking you, princess? Please. I know better." He insists. "I've got a match against that new Chase University twink in a few minutes."
"Riley Osborne?" You reply. "Thea's new obsession?" You snicker. "He's a loser just like her and the rest of Chase U. Should be an easy win for you."
"Oh it'll be a breeze, princess. Trust me." Lexis nods. "You should hang out and watch the match. I guarantee it'll be entertaining. For you anyway." He offers.
You turn and look back at Tiffany, but she's already gone back to the locker room. So you turn back to Lexis with a grin and nod. "Alright. Let's see what you've got, King."
Lexis grins and heads out to the ring for his match. You hang around backstage and watch his match as promised. Lexis parades around and shows off his entire match with poor Riley. He pulls a win against Osborne then heads backstage again to greet you.
"Well? What did you think?" Lexis saunters over to you once he's through the curtain.
"You were alright I guess." You shrug with a cheeky grin.
Lexis laughs, perfectly aware that you're teasing him. "Nah, you were impressed." He insists. "I can tell by the way you're looking at me."
"Oh?" You reply. "Alright, you might of impressed me a little. Just a little though." You insist.
"How about we meet up after the show? I'd love to buy you a drink." Lexis offers.
You bounce on your heels and think about how much Tiffany is going to complain if she finds out you're about to get drinks with this guy. "As long as you're paying." You finally answer him after a minute. "I'll meet up with you in the parking lot after the show."
"I'm looking forward to it, princess." Lexis nods and walks off.
You watch Lexis walk off before you also head back to the locker room. You know that Tiffany is going to be on you about Lexis when you get back. So you brace yourself for that. But it'll all be worth it when you're out getting free drinks with your new beau.
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⤑ 9 months to fall in love 11.
It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.
Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.
Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…
pairing; kim seokjin x f reader
au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov
words; 9,120
warnings/includes (!) Seokjin’s mom plays matchmaker 😬, as Yuna will say it’s one step forward, two steps backwards this chapter, but we still have cute moments, one (1) public erection, very mild angst(?) more like a little melodrama, a small mildly evil cliff hanger because it’s been a while
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*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’
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Seokjin paused reading, his eyes irritated and dry from staring at the computer screen all morning, and leaned back in his chair, automatically reclining slightly. Closing his eyelids, he rubbed his eyes with his fingers briefly before remembering he had eye drops in the top drawer of his desk. As he reached forward his cell phone started to ring, vibrating against his chest from its location inside his suit jacket pocket. He pulled it out, raising his eyebrow when he read the caller ID.
“Mom,” he greeted curiously. She rarely called him in the day, knowing he was probably preoccupied with work.
“Seokjinie,” she said, a musical lilt to her voice.
Despite himself, his mouth lifted up at the childlike nickname. Although, on second thoughts, she only used it when she wanted something… He should probably start feeling suspicious. Instead, he asked, “How are you? Is everything all right?”
“Everything is perfect,” she replied smoothly. “I hope I’m not interrupting you.”
“No, of course not,” he smiled. “You know I always have time for you.”
“My youngest son, ever the charmer,” she gushed, continuing: “Any woman would be lucky to have him…”
His stomach dipped a little then, something in the tone of her voice making him feel slightly apprehensive. “I guess so,” he forced himself to chuckle, and attempted to change the subject. “How’s dad?”
She totally ignored him – or maybe she truly didn’t hear – and charged on. “Do you remember Mrs. Kang? She volunteers alongside me on Wednesdays. For the church luncheon club.”
“I can’t say the name sounds familiar,” he admitted, now fully dreading what was to come next, because he knew exactly what it was.
“You’ve met her at least once, Seokjin,” his mom chastised gently.
“Have I?”
His delaying got him nowhere.
“Yes. Well anyway, she has a daughter. The prettiest little thing I’ve ever seen.”
Seokjin inwardly groaned, tipping his head back to stare at the ceiling, looking for a miracle.
“She’s lived abroad for the past few years. For work. She’s a food blogger. A nutritionist! Isn’t that amazing?”
With his eyes scrunched closed, he responded as enthusiastically as he could manage. Which wasn’t very. “Yeah, amazing.”
“Anyway, she’s back home now. For good. And her mother’s let it slip that she’s looking to settle down, find Mr. Right.”
‘Let slip.’ He doubted that. His mom and this Mrs. Kang had obviously been conspiring.
“That’s nice for her. I hope she finds someone soon.”
“Seokjin.” His mother’s voice was now low with warning.
He sighed in defeat, unable to keep acting clueless. “Mom, I can’t right now.”
“Why not?” she exasperated.
Because I have a pregnant… he started to respond in his mind, but then stopped. What could he even call you?
Not that it mattered. He couldn’t tell her yet anyway. He wanted you by his side when he did, and until you were comfortable enough to let not only his family know, but yours too, that wouldn’t be happening. So now he had to try and get out of this date some other way.
“I’m just so busy.”
It wasn’t a lie. He spent his days in work and when he could, his evenings with you.
“So busy you can’t even spare a few hours to have dinner with someone who could turn out to be your future wife?”
Seokjin bit back a snort. “Yeah, that busy.”
“I know that’s a lie, Seokjin. Hoseok already gave me your schedule for this week.”
“Oh, he did?”
He’d conveniently kept that quiet when Seokjin had played golf with him all day yesterday…
In his ear, his mom sighed. “It’s been so long since I set you up on a date. I’ve been patient, haven’t I?”
In her defence, yes, she had. For her. She hadn’t meddled in his love life (or more accurately, lack of love life) since last summer. She’d lasted almost a year. It was commendable – almost.
He shook his head resolutely. “I can’t go on a date with anyone.”
That determination must have been heard in his voice too because there was a beat of silence, and then his mother asked suspiciously, “Why?” Before he could think of a reason, she was squealing, the high-pitched noise piercing his eardrum. “Oh my—Seokjinie, are you dating somebody?”
Still wincing from her assault, he tried to correct her. “No, mom—”
“You are, aren’t you?” she cut in excitedly.
“No, I’m not. Please,” he breathed, trying to calm her down, while simultaneously feeling frustrated because he couldn’t explain the truth. “I’m not dating anyone.”
Technically though, it was the truth. What you and he were doing was more than that, yet at the same time, it could very well be less. If that made any sense at all. No, he shouldn’t think like that. Let his doubts take over yet again. You were both on the same page. This both meant something to you. You’d already cleared that up over a week ago after dinner with Yuna and Jimin.
“I just…” Seokjin tried again, rubbing a palm over his temple. “I’m not in the right headspace right now. I have a lot going on.”
Again, that was technically the truth. He did have a lot going on.
“But Seokjin, this will be great for you. Suzie could be the one.”
“Considering I know nothing about her other than she’s a nutritionist and Mrs. Kang from luncheon club’s daughter, I don’t think Suzie is.”
“Enough.” His mom obviously hadn’t appreciated his sarcasm. “Me and your father just want you to be happy. Like your brother is.”
“I am happy,” he laughed absurdly. Then, trying to back his own corner, he added, “You can’t deny it, mom. Even you said so yourself!” She’d commented a number of times over the weeks how Seokjin seemed lighter and more content than usual.
“But it’s not because you’re in a relationship,” she said slowly, as if trying to understand.
“No. I don’t need a reason like that to be happy.”
However, while it was true, he felt a little like a fraud. He couldn’t deny his recent spike in happiness was because of you and the baby. In a few months he was going to become a father. Things with you, despite his insecurities, were becoming more promising as the days went by.
And just like that, the guilt set in. It hadn’t felt like a secret until now, just a piece of information he’d neglected to mention. He wanted to tell his mom about you, knowing that she would adore you in no time. His mom was the sweetest person he knew. Of course, the initial shock would be a lot, he wasn’t stupid. This wasn’t how she’d imagined things to go for him, just like he had never imagined it either, but once the news had settled in, once she wrapped her head around everything, there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that she wouldn’t welcome you with open arms.
“But Seokjin,” his mom was saying now, “it’s been so long since you’ve had a girlfriend. Like a serious, steady girlfriend. Remember Naeun?”
“We weren’t that serious,” he sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, the face of the last women he’d dated properly appearing in his mind.
“You took her to the beach house.”
“Only because you wouldn’t stop begging.”
And we broke up a couple of weeks later…
His mother sighed wistfully. “Whatever happened to her?”
“I don’t know. We haven’t spoken since we split up.”
“Oh, that’s a shame.”
Seokjin gave a noncommittal hum in response, opening his mouth to try and escape this phone call, but she beat him to it.
“So, Suzie. Can I pass your number over?”
“No,” he exclaimed with a frustrated laugh. “I’m not going on any dates.”
“Please, Seokjin.”
“No. Not right now.”
She was like a dog with a bone when she got an idea inside her head.
“Just say you’ll think about it,” she tried to wheedle.
After a moment or two, he gave in, just for a brief respite. “Fine. I’ll think about it.”
Think about how to get out of saying yes, that was…
She squealed happily. “That’s great. Let me know your answer tomorrow!”
What?!
“Mo—”
“I’ve got to go. Me and your father are going out for lunch. I love you, bye! I’ll tell him you said hi.”
Defeated, he let it go, telling her he loved her too before hanging up. Phone gripped in his hand, he leaned back in his chair again, closing his eyes. He could feel a migraine setting in.
.
.
“What?” you asked, bemused by Seokjin’s playful smirk as you made your way back to him on the couch.
It was Monday evening, and, just like you’d been doing for the past couple of weeks, you’d joined him over at his place to help share his grandmother’s leftovers. It was fast becoming the highlight of your week – that woman could cook! Food always tasted better when someone else made it, and seeing as you hadn’t joined your father and stepmom for dinner lately, this was all you’d been getting.
“What kind of water jet was that?” he asked before barking out a laugh. “I thought you were going to come through my ceiling.”
“Jin!” you cried, absolutely mortified. You’d been peeing more than usual lately, which was mainly due to you trying to drink more water, but you’d also read that your uterus had long started to push on your bladder, so when you needed to go, you needed to go… Sometimes the flow was urgent, forceful. You just hadn’t realised Seokjin might be able to hear it.
When he continued to laugh like it was the funniest thing in the whole world, you stopped abruptly, an arm’s reach from him, brows pinched together. When he realised you were annoyed, his laughter softened, but it didn’t disappear altogether. He outstretched a hand. “Come here, I’m only teasing.” His voice was gentle, wheedling.
You crossed your arms. “No.”
With a whine, he lunged forward, grabbing you by the waist. “I said come here.”
Against your better judgement, a smile tugged the corners of your lips before you let out a squeal when you found yourself dropping into his lap. It wasn’t the straddling you’d once imagined. Instead, your butt found purchase just above one knee, your legs resting over the other. Still, it was nice, even if you had to try and seem indifferent.
“I need to go home now,” you informed him, trying your best to keep your lips a firm line.
“No, not yet.” Seokjin squeezed his arms around your waist, and frustratingly, your arms wrapped around the back of his neck, betraying you.
You tried again. “It’s not your decision.”
His eyebrows ticked up, his plump lips twisting. “Seeing as I’m the one driving, yes, it is.”
“I’ll get an Uber.”
“No, you won’t.”
Instant warmth started to spread through you when his lips found yours, his smile widening when you pressed harder. He’d won, and he knew it. He was weaponising kissing, which was frustrating, especially considering kissing him was already dangerous enough. Ever since you’d agreed to take things slow, i.e., not have sex, you’d both been actively and obviously, avoiding temptation. If either tongue went even a millimetre too far, it was over. Done. You’d draw apart and awkwardly try to start conversation about something mundane like work or the weather.
It was tough, don’t get you wrong. You wanted nothing more than to shove your tongue so far down his throat you felt his uvula – well, not really, but you got the picture. You wanted his hands on you, his mouth on you, his di—Okay, time to stop. Yuna hadn’t been the best moral support at first. “You don’t have to have full sex. Maybe he can just finger you a bit,” she’d suggested unhelpfully the day after dinner. You both had known getting to second base would never be enough, nor could neither you or Seokjin stop at that. So, as much as you’d love to be reacquainted with those talented, long fingers, you held strong and hadn’t initiated anything. Seokjin was right, if you wanted this thing to become something concrete and definable, being careful was a must.
Besides, you still had your imagination. And your small collection of sex toys. You’d recently upgraded. Your purple bullet vibrator had served you well, but the pink glittery dildo that had arrived at your door in an unassuming brown box last week, now served you even better. You had no clue why pregnancy made a person so aroused, but then again, not every pregnant person had Seokjin as their baby’s father. You doubted they were going through the same thing as you. It was torture, and you were living it day-in day-out. (You made a mental note to google whether or not pregnancy also made you highly dramatic, because right now you were channelling your inner Yuna. God, that was a thought. Yuna pregnant. She would be insufferable.)
Mid-kiss, you felt Seokjin’s smart watch vibrate against the small of your back, signalling he had a message. You lamented the loss of his lips as he broke away and lifted his wrist up to check. His relaxed expression quickly hardened as he read whatever the text said, his jaw tightening. Then, as if by magic, or just with inspiring self-control, he smiled at you, wrapping his arm around your waist again.
“Who is it?” you asked curiously, fingertips unconsciously stroking the back of his neck. Sometimes it was strange to think how natural it had become to touch Seokjin like this. You couldn’t pinpoint the exact time of change, which told you it had happened gradually, imperceptibly, and now it was just the norm.
For a second, you thought he might not answer, his hesitation visible. “My mom.”
“Aren’t you going to text her back?”
You hadn’t been expecting that answer, just because his reaction to whatever her message had said was the complete opposite of his reactions whenever he spoke about her. It was glaringly obvious that Seokjin loved and adored his mother, which should be a given for every man but often wasn’t. His disgruntled expression made you think something must have happened today. Maybe they’d had an argument.
“Later,” he brushed off, leaning into kiss you again, but you pulled back slightly. Something was wrong with him. You could feel how tense his shoulders were under your arms. Not even having to use words, he answered your silent question – albeit it reluctantly. “She’s, uh…”
No, scrap that. Not reluctant, awkward.
He sucked in a breath. “She’s trying to make me go on some date.”
“Oh.”
You blinked, caught off guard. This suddenly seemed like an odd conversation to have while you were sitting across his lap, Glob’s finally growing home butting against his stomach.
“It’s what she does,” he sighed exhaustedly, rubbing a hand up and down your back as if he thought you needed comforting. You didn’t. “Every once in a while.”
You raised both eyebrows, the revelation mildly amusing. “Your mom sets you up on blind dates?” When he nodded, you laughed. Now your fingers were running through the long strands of his thick, tousled hair. “That’s pretty adorable.” “Yeah?” He seemed uncertain. “Adorable isn’t the word I’d use.”
You sensed his displeasure again, but your mouth was moving without much thought. “Well? What did you tell her?”
He stared at you as if you’d grown two heads. “No, obviously.”
Even though it was obvious, you still felt elated.
Seokjin ran a hand over your back again, catching your bra, although he didn’t notice. In fact, he was talking again, fingertips absentmindedly playing with the clasp, totally clueless. Your body was lighting up, but you ignored his touch with every fibre of your being, close to straining. “Only, she’s not taking it well. She thinks I don’t have a good enough excuse.”
“What, a secret pregnant woman taking up your time doesn’t cut it?” you joked, then saw the look of dismay on his face. “I’m kidding!”
He still looked panicked. “I didn’t tell her. Should I have? I thought we were waiting.”
“No, we are,” you reassured, feeling a little sick now with the reminder that still neither of your families knew about your pregnancy.
A few weeks ago, you’d been happy enough for Seokjin to let his parents know, but then he’d gotten it into his head to tell them together and now you were stalling for time. You didn’t know why. Apprehension more than anything. But also, telling his parents also meant you had to tell your father and Yeonja… Right now, you and Seokjin were in your own happy little bubble, the company of your annoying friends (yes, that meant Yuna and Jungkook) enough. You didn’t want that to change. You didn’t want what you’d so carefully built to change…
“I said I was too busy,” Seokjin was carrying on, pulling you out of your doom spiral. “But she’d already gotten Hoseok to give her my schedule…”
“She sounds…determined.”
“That’s one word to describe her.”
“So, how many of these dates have you been on over the years?” you asked, more than curious to learn more.
He visibly racked his brains. “At least a dozen? I limit her to once or twice a year. If she had her way, it would be every week until it works and I’m madly in love and married.”
Just the thought of Seokjin falling in love with someone and marrying them brought out something primal in you. Something possessive. You swallowed the feeling down. Thankfully that had happened yet, else you wouldn’t be here right now, giving him a dead leg as your butt cut off the blood flow.
“You’ve never had a successful date?” you asked as he readjusted you.
“Not set up by my mom, no. Then again,” he muttered, “I don’t go on dates any other way.”
“So either your mom has terrible taste or you have secret high standards,” you accused, pointing a finger at his chest.
“I don’t,” he said, a smile playing on his mouth as he wrapped his fingers around your reproachful one. “And the women she chooses are perfectly fine, I just…” He shrugged, trailing off. Then, as if he remembered something, his eyebrows lifted. “Well, there was one”
That possessive feeling came back with a vengeance.
“We dated for a couple of months, but it fizzled out.”
“When?”
You already knew that Seokjin hadn’t had much relationship experience in recent years. Not properly anyway, ever since a serious relationship ended not long after AGS started to take off. Similar to you. Only the end of your relationship wasn’t because you were fast on your way to becoming a multimillionaire with no spare time to concentrate on love. No, the end of your three-year relationship with Taehyung had ended because he’d wanted to get married and have children ASAP, essentially turning you into a stay-at-home mom – not that there was anything wrong with that, if it’s what someone wanted, but that was precisely the issue. You hadn’t wanted that. You’d only recently graduated, your career just starting. Marriage and babies were the last thing on your mind, even if you did eventually want that with him. But he hadn’t been willing to wait no matter how hard you’d begged him too…
“A couple of years ago,” Seokjin replied to your question.
“What was her name?”
“Naeun.”
“Why did it fizzle out?”
You were practically interrogating him at this point. If he thought the same, he didn’t let on, answering you without hesitation.
“Me. I was caught up with work, didn’t really make time for her.” He sounded regretful, embarrassed even, by his past actions.
You on the other hand were puzzled. In these past few months, Seokjin had never once neglected you. Sure, he was insanely busy most of the time, but he always took time out of his day to text and call you, and when he could, see you in person. Like now. The guy could probably be catching up on some well-deserved sleep right now, but instead he’d invited you over. Then again, you were carrying his baby, so his responsibilities were different. Maybe if you were simply just dating, you’d end up like another Naeun… You mentally shook your head. Why were you thinking that? If it wasn’t for Glob, you and Seokjin would never have seen one another again. Dating wouldn’t have been an option.
“Well, you never know,” you smiled playfully. “Maybe this next one could be the one.”
He simply stared at you in response, unimpressed.
You opened your mouth again. “You should go”
“What?”
Now you were truly certain that you had two heads.
You shrugged, sliding your fingers from his hair. They’d somehow been tangled in there this entire time. “If your mom won’t take no for an answer.” You held his gaze, hating that your next question sounded so vulnerable. “It’s just dinner, right?”
“Well, yeah,” he replied awkwardly.
“Then, what does it matter?” You tried to sound unbothered. Inside, you were slapping yourself silly. Were you really sending him on a date?
“It doesn’t, I guess,” he agreed after a moment. Then he sighed. “It just seems like a waste of my time, though. I could be doing something else with my evenings.” His eyes found yours and you tried to keep your mind out of the gutter. “And…well, I don’t want to waste hers, either. She’s looking for ‘Mr. Right’ or whatever.” You couldn’t explain why Seokjin using air quotes was so amusing.
“You never know, that might be you.”
“____,” he warned lowly.
“Okay. I’m just teasing.” You laughed, but it sounded a little forced. Clearing your throat, you leaned in and rubbed his shoulders comfortingly. “I just thought… If you go on this date, your mom will be pacified for the rest of the year.”
He tilted his chin, thinking your words through. One of his hands slid to your stomach, rubbing your tiny bump. “We could just…tell her about…” He continued his movements, letting them do the talking.
“I just…” You swallowed the lump in your throat, anxiety washing over you in waves. “She won’t be expecting it now.”
“She’ll never be expecting it,” he said with a slight chuckle.
“I know that, it’s just…”
Rationally, you knew the longer you put it off, the worse this feeling would get. You’d been psyching yourself up ever since Glob’s 12-week scan, but tonight felt like you’d walked into a massive brick wall. You’d just learned his mom liked to set him up on dates in her free time. What type of women were they? Could you have ever possibly made the cut? You doubted it. They were probably all high-flying jet-setters, rich and beautiful. Just imagining his mother’s reaction when he turned up with you at her door, nearly four months pregnant to top it all off, made you feel physically sick. Then again, maybe that was your insecurities talking. Time and time again, Seokjin had reassured you his mother was a lovely, non-judgemental person. You had no reason to disbelief him. It didn’t make sense.
“All right,” Seokjin said softly, obviously reading your torn expression. He surprised you by hugging you. “We don’t have to right now.”
You immediately felt guilty, pressing the side of your face into his chest. You could feel and hear his steady heartbeat. “Seokjin, I’m sorry.” At this point, he should have started feeling irritated at you, instead he was being nothing but understanding. “I don’t know why I’m so worried.”
“I know it’s nerve-wracking. I’m nervous about it too.”
His words reassured you. His next ones, not so much.
“I’ll go on the date. You’re right, at least I’ll be free for the rest of the year after this.”
You had been the one to suggest it, but you knew deep down it was a stupid idea. You lifted your head. “Are you sure?”
“It’s just dinner,” he shrugged. “I’ll eat, be polite, then leave,’ he added simply.
Despite your mood, that made you snort.
“What?” he questioned, bewildered.
“I’m starting to understand why your dates never work out… Your priorities are all mixed up.”
The next evening, you were at home.
Work had been particularly demanding today, just one of those days you guessed, so as soon as you’d gotten in, you’d rushed straight for the bathroom. Emptying your bladder first and foremost, and then running yourself a bubble bath. Now, you were in your comfiest pyjama set, the elastic waistband stretchy enough as not to dig into your slowly protruding stomach. You needed to think about making something to eat, but you were in dire need of groceries, never getting a chance on the weekend with Yuna’s dress hunt. She’d finally found something promising on Saturday, a sleeved, classic white dress with a beautifully detailed lace overlay. You were going back this weekend to try it again, so fingers crossed it was the one. Hopefully the torture would be over soon, but then again, after the wedding dress, the bridesmaid dress hunt would begin and that was going to be just as bad. Especially with your developing body. You’d be unable to try anything on and would have to wing it come April.
You were hovering inside your kitchen when your phone started to ring from its place on the couch. It was Seokjin, and you picked up as quickly as you could.
“Hey, angel,” he greeted, catching you momentarily off guard. He’d never actually said the word out loud – or at least, in that kind of context. As in, not joking around.
You ignored the butterflies and asked a pressing question. “Why are you calling me so early?”
He laughed. “Do I need a reason?”
“No, but…” You trailed off. He didn’t need one, no, it was just he usually only called after 9pm. You’d catch up for twenty minutes, maybe slightly longer, and then you’d go to bed. Recently, you were already in bed when you picked up his call. Your energy had bounced back since you’d entered your second trimester but come the evenings you were exhausted and couldn’t wait to fall asleep.
“I was just wondering if you’re at home?”
“Yeah, I’m at home,’ you smiled, wrinkling your nose in confusion. Where else would you be?
“Have you eaten yet?”
“I was just searching my fridge for the fourth time this hour,” you sighed, ready to complain about your lack of groceries before you heard a knock at the door. “Oh, wait. Someone’s at the door. Hang on.”
You shuffled into the hallway, your feet not wanting to participate, as you wondered who it could be. Another delivery? Had you ordered an additional vibrator in a hazy orgasm-fuelled hunger? You didn’t think so, but last night after you’d gotten home had been a pretty wild night with Sergio – the fitting name you’d gifted your glittery dildo.
When you opened the door, your curiosity soon turned to bafflement. Seokjin was stood in front of you, still in his work suit, phone to his ear, his other hand holding a bag, the name of a fried chicken place just down the street from you printed across it. He tilted his head questioningly. “Who you on the phone to?” His voice filled the entryway and buzzed in your ear at the same time.
“What the hell, Seokjin,” you laughed, hanging up quickly. “What would you have done if I wasn’t home?” (Not really a possibility, but still.)
He stepped inside, kicking off his shoes. “Good question. I don’t know.”
You raised your eyebrows. “And if I’d already eaten?” But you were already eyeing up the hidden contents of the plastic bag, the aroma of fried chicken giving you hunger pangs.
“Not the worst thing,” he shrugged. “I haven’t eaten properly all day, I’m sure I could manage all this.” He shook the bag, cruelly teasing you now, but then he was stepping closer, his sock covered toes practically butting yours. “Hey,” he smiled slowly, leaning in to kiss you.
“Hey,” you smiled back once he’d pulled away.
“I’ll get the plates. Go sit,” he ordered gently, his hand spreading over the small of your back to nudge you forward.
What a lovely surprise. You were grinning like an idiot as you parked your butt down on the couch and waited.
“Did you have a busy day?” you called to him, taking the bag of food Seokjin had left in the living room, beginning to pull everything out. You probably didn’t need plates. You were going to inhale everything immediately.
“Meetings,” he groaned from the kitchen. “So many of them. How was your day?”
You could hear a cupboard opening, plates and glasses clanking, then the tap running as he poured you some water. It made you unexplainably happy to know he knew his way around your kitchen.
“Not amazing,” you replied. “The client I thought was perfectly normal is actually a pretty persistent, whiny bitch. He’s been emailing be constantly for the past two days.”
Seokjin appeared in the gap between your kitchen and living room, plates in hand, a slight frown on his face. “He’s not being rude, is he?”
“No, he’s just… He wants to be updated on every miniscule step.” It was exhausting, to be honest, and very, very annoying. If he carried on like this, it wouldn’t be long before you ended up telling him to stick his personal trainer logo where the sun doesn’t shine. You took the plates from Seokjin, placing them on the coffee table as he went back for the drinks.
“He doesn’t understand that he’s dealing with a very hormonal pregnant woman,” you continued when Seokjin sat down beside you. You enjoyed eating on Seokjin’s coffee table so much at his place, you’d started doing it here too.
“Sucks to be him when he finds out,” snorted Seokjin, leaning down to speak to your stomach, his fingers grazing you softly. “And hello Glob, how was your day?” It had become a habit now, eager for your baby to recognise both your voices.
“They’ve been an absolute menace today,” you informed him, covering his hand with one of yours, while the other impatiently reached for a piece of chicken. “I had to excuse myself at least five times to go fart in the hallway.”
Seokjin immediately burst into laughter, much to your chagrin.
“It’s not funny,” you rebuked, mid-chew. “It’s embarrassing.”
“Everyone has gas,” he reasoned, trying to be sympathetic but it wasn’t working when he had tears of laughter in his eyes.
“Not everyone sounds like a motorcycle taking off,” you grumbled, licking your fingers after making short work of that chicken.
Seokjin reached over you, piling his plate high. “You haven’t been blessed with Jungkook’s company enough.”
You were nearly done eating when Seokjin started to shift uncomfortably, fidgeting almost.
“I, uh,” he spoke, itching the side of his neck. An irritated red patch started to appear. “I let my mom know I’ll go on the date.” A pause. “It’s happening tomorrow night.”
You tried not to let your eyes bulge. Tomorrow? You thought you had at least until the weekend to prepare yourself.
“She acts fast,” you heard yourself say. Then, forced a joke. “And I thought Yeonja was bad…”
Seokjin’s mouth quirked slightly as he finished off his chicken.
“Then again,” you continued. “I guess I’m not in her company enough for her to start setting me up with God knows who.” Your laugh in no way sounded natural, too high-pitched. “Where are you taking her?”
You wondered what this mystery woman’s name was, but quickly stopped yourself from asking. The less you knew the better.
Seokjin shrugged. “I just picked this random place I’ve been to a couple of times.”
“Nice,” you said, nodding your head slightly, looking down at your lap. Suddenly things felt awkward.
That feeling didn’t shift for the next hour. You grew less talkative, pretending you were really into a random TV show that you’d flicked onto. In reality, you kept thinking about tomorrow night. Seokjin dressed up nice, at a restaurant, on a date. While you’d be at home probably waiting for a bowel movement.
When it was time for him to leave, you followed him to the door, practically trudging.
“Do I get a kiss goodbye?” he asked hopefully.
It had become something of a little joke between you now, Seokjin always saying it when you said goodbye to one another, but it failed to put a smile on your face tonight. Still, you lifted your chin in silent permission, but you hardly kissed him back when he leaned in.
With a soft sigh, he stroked your cheek with his hand, his fingertips tickling the shell of your ear. “____, I don’t have to go on this date.”
“No, it’s fine.” You shook your head. “I said for you to go. I’m just being…” With a frustrated groan, you went silent. You were frustrated at yourself. You had no right to feel like this when you had been the one to tell him to go.
“I can literally text her right now and cancel,” he continued, pulling out his phone from his pants pocket.
“No,” you burst out, wrapping your hand around his wrist. “Don’t.” You sighed, rubbing your forehead, trying to make sense of your emotions. “This is her first date looking for something serious, right? If you cancelled, it would only discourage her.”
Suddenly you cared a lot about this nameless woman’s feelings too.
Seokjin barked a laugh. “It’s not going to go anywhere, so won’t that discourage her too?”
You levelled your gaze at him. “A mediocre date is better than the date cancelling last minute.”
At least, you thought so, but maybe your reasoning didn’t make sense.
“It’s not last minute.” – Seokjin glanced at his watch – “It’s twenty-three hours to go.” When you groaned, he pointed out smartly: “The worst thing I could do is stand her up, and I’m not going to do that.”
“Stop,” you sighed.
“Stop what?’ he laughed in frustration. “This makes no sense. She’s going on a date with a guy who’s hiding a pregnant—” He closed his mouth quickly, awkwardly dropping his gaze to slip his phone back into his pocket.
You ignored the way your skin prickled. You didn’t blame him for shutting up like that. What could he call you? You guys were in some kind of limbo. There wasn’t a suitable word to describe your situation, despite how natural it felt most times.
“It’s not doing wonders for my conscience, that’s all,” he admitted reluctantly, and you felt a pang of sympathy for him.
That’s what this was about? He felt guilty for deceiving someone. You brushed your own apprehensions, wrapping your arms around his waist. In a couple of weeks her date with Seokjin would be a distant memory, at the end of the day it wouldn’t matter.
“That’s because you’re a really great guy,” you smiled up at him reassuringly.
He cocked an eyebrow, sceptical as hell. “Really?”
“Yes, really,” you insisted, fisting the back of his shirt and shaking him gently.
Seokjin draped his arms over your shoulders, kissing you again. When he pulled away, his eyes still looked unsure. “Are you sure you’re okay with it?”
“I’m fine,” you reassured. “Honestly.”
“Okay,” he sighed reluctantly.
“Okay,” you forced a grin, quickly kissing him once more. “Bye.”
“Bye.” He crouched down, whispering to Glob too. “Bye baby.”
The next morning, Seokjin surprised you by asking to meet for lunch. You didn’t think you’d be seeing him again until tomorrow, but you weren’t complaining, obviously. You took the time to find out a little more about his date. Last night before you’d gone to sleep, you’d called Yuna and filled her in on the latest revelations. She’d been uncharacteristically speechless, before admonishing: “It’s basically one step forward, two steps backwards with you two!” You understood why she thought that, but it wasn’t like that at all. This date was just saving Seokjin from his mom’s nagging while simultaneously buying you time before you had to tell her the truth. Although, telling Yuna about everything unfortunately didn’t save you from her nagging. She’d been in your ear for ten minutes; in disbelief you hadn’t demanded every single detail from Seokjin. Name. Occupation. The time of dinner. The name of the restaurant. Her list would have gone on, but you sternly put a stop to it.
However, this morning you’d woken up with Yuna’s voice still ringing in your ears. On second thought, it did make sense to put a name to the stranger who was going on a date with your…baby’s father… It also made sense to know where they were going to eat, for you know, safety reasons…
At first Seokjin tried to pretend as though he couldn’t remember her name, but you knew he was lying in an attempt to save your feelings. Which was stupid, her name wasn’t going to do anything to you. (Even though yes, you would soon find out, Suzie would be buzzing around your brain all day, so who was the fool?) She was a food blogger, and the restaurant had some fancy name you couldn’t repeat, so you ended up forgetting it almost immediately. They had reservations for 8:30. If Seokjin was wondering about your newfound avid interest in tonight, he didn’t bring it up. Which you were thankful for.
When he insisted on walking you back to work, you keenly accepted, taking his hand and tugging him down the alley between Artkive’s building and the dog grooming shop next door when you arrived.
“Where are we going?” he wondered, expelling a shocked breath when you circled your arms around his waist, under his jacket, tugging him to you in an attempt to make him back you against the wall. You were losing your mind.
“Woah—” He tripped, not expecting your force, and placed a hand out in front of him, practically slapping the brick with his palm.
“I’m giving you a kiss goodbye,” you grinned up at him before lunging.
He was so taken back, it took a few seconds for him to reciprocate, but when you pressed your mouth harder against his, your tongue pushing past the seam of his lips, he woke up. The hand not braced against the wall, gripped your hip, squeezing firmly as he tilted his head and kissed you with determination, making you sigh in delight.
You fisted his shirt before letting your hands explore the expanse of his back, then you let one travel to his stomach, feeling the covered muscles ripple under your chest. He let out a muffled moan, his tongue moving deeper into your mouth, and you started to get a little too excited. You hadn’t made out like this since the whole romper-breastmilk fiasco, which he had been polite enough not to mention again. However, you were acutely aware you were outside in broad daylight. In an alleyway, yes, but still mere footsteps away from your place of work. Seokjin on the other hand was gone.
The hand on the wall moved to your back, sliding down before it cupped your ass. If your eyes hadn’t been closed, they would be bulging in shock. You didn’t recall him ever doing this before, except for That Night of course. He pressed you flush against him, grunting, and that’s when you felt it. His dick was hard. Very hard. You needed to big up your kissing skills more. You might be terrible at flirting, but your lips knew what they were doing. Obviously.
Needing to come up for air, you gasped for it like a fish out of water, all the while Seokjin’s mouth pressed and moulded against your cheek and jaw. You clung to him, legs close to collapse, thinking if he were to ask to have you right here, right now, you very well might agree. But mercifully, just before his lips glided to your neck, he stopped, practically tearing himself away.
You stared at him wide-eyed, your chest heaving slightly, as he panted for breath. “You’re trying to kill me,” he accused weakly, before puffing out an incredulous laugh.
No way. He was trying to kill you.
You bit down on your lip, not trusting yourself to speak properly until you took a deep breath. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” you managed finally, your attempt at sounding unaffected failing miserably.
He leaned in with a smirk, his mouth ghosting yours. When he replied his voice was low and far too sexy and devastating for 2pm on a Wednesday. “Oh, definitely.”
Your eyebrows lifted. Should you take that as a warning?
You lifted yourself off the wall, putting trust in your legs. The area between them was hot, pulsing erratically. “Okay,” you breathed, plastering a what you hoped was a relaxed smile on your face. “Then, bye.”
Seokjin blinked, gathering himself together, and returned his own very tense relaxed smile. “Bye.” He leaned down. “Bye, Globby.”
It would have been cute if he hadn’t followed it up with a subtle-not-so-subtle dick rearrangement. You looked down at his crotch, he wasn’t fooling anyone. He had an impressive enough bulge flaccid, so erect he was even more eye catching. In the end, a gave up and took off his jacket, draping it over his arm to conceal the issue.
“Enjoy your date,” you winked, then immediately regretted it, but waved him off all the same.
He lifted his hand, a small smile on his flushed face, and then he was gone.
You stayed down the alley for a minute or two, cooling down before you walked into the building. Somehow, you’d both been overly affected by that kiss, even though you’d only wanted to give him something to think about at dinner. You know, just to remind him what he had at home. A pregnant woman who he was sort of dating, sort of wasn’t, who he couldn’t even have sex with because you were taking things slow. You were a catch, right?
“Good afternoon,” you smiled warmly at the security guard, even though your knees were still knocking together.
He gave you a slightly odd look before greeting you back.
You realised why when you slipped into the restroom before entering the office, in need of an urgent pee. Looking in the mirror as you washed your hands, you found your lipstick smudged around your mouth. You’d reapplied it after lunch, which had obviously been a mistake. But then again, you hadn’t been expecting to jump Seokjin down an alleyway when you’d done it.
You cleaned yourself up and quickly got out your phone. How neither of you had noticed afterwards was beyond you, but then again, you both hadn’t been the most lucid after that kiss. You rushed out a text, and by the time you’d gotten to your desk, slightly breathless, Seokjin had replied.
You may need to wipe your mouth… Sorry!
Seokjin 2:02pm
I don’t want to. Do you think I can pull it off?
You smiled to yourself, laughing silently.
.
.
You were no longer smiling or laughing a few hours later.
“You literally sent him on his date horny! What were you thinking?!” Yuna cried, all bug-eyed.
“What? No, I didn’t!” you exclaimed incredulously. “He had my lipstick all over his mouth and he said he didn’t want to wipe it off.”
She snorted. “Flex.”
You shot her a glare, beginning to regret inviting her over tonight. The need for distraction was at desperate levels by the time you got home from work, anything to just not think about Seokjin on a date with another woman. However, that was all Yuna seemed to want to talk about. She was still mad at you for your “dumb decision.”
Speaking of dumb decisions.
“Let’s look her up on Instagram.” Yuna was already grabbing her phone.
“No, let’s not do that. It’s weird.”
But not as weird as her idea for her and Jimin to spy on him at the restaurant. (In disguises of course – as if that made it any better.) Thankfully the name had been too complicated for you to remember because she’d already told Jimin to cancel his plans for the night. Although, the mental image of Jimin wearing a fake moustache and Yuna in a blonde wig brought a chuckle to you.
“How so?” Yuna asked, already on Instagram. “She’s a blogger, she wants people to search for her!”
“I guess…”
If you were being honest, you’d rather not know what she looked like, but then there was a part of you that was curious… Yuna’s reasoning seemed logical.
“I’m doing it. What was her name again?”
“I don’t remember,” you muttered, getting second thoughts.
She was already typing, saying the woman’s name aloud and slowly as she did so. “…Su…zie…Kang…”
“Why ask if you remembered?”
Yuna didn’t respond, but you could hear her nails tapping away at her phone screen. You didn’t dare look, finding the strings of your hoody suddenly very interesting.
“Oh, wow.”
“What?” Your head snapped up, not liking the tone of your best friend’s voice. “What is it?”
Yuna looked up and lifted an impressed eyebrow. “She’s hot.”
“Let me see,” you snapped, snatching the phone from her hand.
You scrolled, feeling your stomach sink immediately. She was hot. Beautiful, really. Had a body to die for, a smile that left you dazed. She looked like fun, if her photos hanging out with friends were anything to go by, the life of the party. You hated parties. They were your worst nightmare. To top it all off, she was obviously a kind, good person too, a frequent volunteer at an animal shelter.
“Yeah, if that’s your type,” you shrugged indifferently, passing the phone back to Yuna and swallowing your bitterness.
“She’s definitely mine,” Yuna replied, mouth opening, practically drooling. She scrolled back to the top of Suzie’s account, and you noticed she had 2 million followers. Great.
“We could be looking at Glob’s future stepmom right now.”
You stared at Yuna, unimpressed. “Why would you say that?”
She was joking of course, you knew that, but it still didn’t make you feel any better. Although, it was your own fault. You’d been acting unbothered by this date ever since you told her. Inside, you were anything but. You were Bothered with a capital, bolded, italicised, underlined B. It had taken you this long to admit it to yourself fully.
“Because my best friend’s an idiot who sends her man off on a date with someone else for no good reason!” Yuna criticised.
She wasn’t wrong. But instead, you shook her away. “He’s not my man.”
She made a loud noise of disbelief. “How else would you describe whatever the hell’s going on with you two?” She started counting on her fingers. “He’s the father of your baby, he spends all his free time with you, he kisses you, he feels your ass…”
You knew she’d use this afternoon’s public make out session against you!
“He’s yours,” she stressed slowly. Your chest felt warm all of a sudden. “He basically said you’re building a foundation right now, and you agreed. At least, I thought you did until you sent him into this Goddess’s arms!” She held up her phone, food blogger Suzie’s beaming face mocking you.
You no longer felt warm. Your voice was small when you asked: “You don’t think I’m a Goddess?”
Yuna’s face fell, finally realising that maybe you weren’t as okay as you claimed you were with all of this. “No. No, that’s not what I’m saying.” She dropped her phone to the side of the couch, looking beside herself as she clung to you. “You are the Goddess of all Goddesses. Especially with this pregnancy glow going on.” She waved her arms, gesturing over your slouched and very cynical form. “You’ve never been hotter. Seokjin would be a fool to get lured.”
“You’ve changed your tune.” You were unsure why you suddenly felt so insecure.
“He’s head over heels for you! I’ve been saying it since day 1!”
“I don’t know,” you mumbled.
Yuna rested her head on your shoulder. “Ignore me. I’m sorry,” she apologised softly.
You managed a smile, taking her hand to give it a squeeze. It wasn’t Yuna you were mad at. It was yourself. Why the hell had you told Seokjin to go on a date?! It made no sense. Were you really that worried to let his family know? This was starting to feel like self-sabotage.
“It’s dinner,” you heard yourself say, trying your best to reassure yourself. “What’s the worst that can happen?”
Yuna lifted her head. “Well…” She paused, then rushed out: “He could have some unexplainable enigmatic connection with her, have mind-blowing sex with her at a hotel and end up getting her pregnant… Globby could get a sibling before they’re even born.”
She just couldn’t help herself. But somehow it cheered you up. It was so ridiculous to hear out loud it was physically impossible not to start laughing. “You know Yuna, you don’t have to voice every single thought inside that mind of yours.”
She grinned mischievously. “But would you love me the same?” Then she joined you in laughter.
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Yuna went home around 9pm and you had a shower, taking the time to shave your legs before getting ready for bed. You busied yourself with various creams, even painting your toenails (while you still could) as you watched YouTube on your iPad, anything to take your mind off where Seokjin was. Around an hour later, you finally climbed into bed and turned off all the lights, but no matter how long you laid there with your eyes closed, you couldn’t fall asleep. At eleven, you realised why. Seokjin always texted you goodnight. Your phone hadn’t buzzed at all tonight.
With that realisation, you began to imagine the worst. It was stupid, and you knew that, but lying in the dark, it was easy for your thoughts to run away with you. Not that you didn’t trust Seokjin. You did. You didn’t actually think something could happen between him and this woman tonight. It was more so what you feared he might realise because of this date.
What if he was so determined to do things ‘right’ that he was just deluding himself? What if he was trying to build something between the two of you that wasn’t really there? Trying to be a potential family only for Glob’s sake?
You groaned, flinging your head back against the pillows. You were doing it again. Overthinking, catastrophising. It was obvious Seokjin felt something for you. Even you could see that. But the circumstances you were in made little niggles of doubt appear.
You should have never told him to go on that date.
What had you been thinking?!
Sometime gone midnight, you’d finally managed to drift off into sleep. It hadn’t been the most rested, but you’d still managed to get in 6 hours according to the fitness app you used. You still weren’t feeling much better than you had the night before, and while still arguing with yourself to get out of bed, your phone pinged. Seokjin’s good morning angel did little to make you smile. In fact, you found yourself growing irritated with him. Unjustifiably, seeing as you’d been the one to send him to that stupid restaurant you still couldn’t remember the name of, but you couldn’t help it.
That was it? No follow-up text? No phone call? He was just going to pretend as though last night didn’t happen?
Frustrated at your emotions, you angrily got ready for work, not bothering to reply to him. When you got into the office and pulled out your phone from your purse, you saw you had another message from him and a missed call. Instead of reading it, or calling him back, you put your phone on silent and shoved it into your drawer. You had a busy day ahead of you no doubt, filled with more emails from your personal trainer friend… You’d call Seokjin at lunch. When hopefully you’d be in a better mood…
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The morning went fast, despite keeping yourself to yourself the entire time. Twenty minutes before lunch, you heard Mari gasp your name excitedly. “Oh, ____! Look who’s here!”
Your head shot up from your computer. She was over by the reception desk, talking to Yeeun, which meant she had a clear view of the glass door leading into the room. You knew who it was instantly. Only one person could induce such a reaction from Mari.
“Seokjin’s come to visit you!”
The entire office – Seokjin’s Fanclub – started to buzz. You darted out of your seat as quickly as your legs could carry you. For some reason guilt and agitation were whirling around your stomach.
“Let me open the door,” Yeeun rushed, standing up to leave her desk.
You got to her just in time. “No.” It came out a lot sterner than you’d intended. You tried again, forcing a smile. “No, it’s fine Yeeun. I’ll go to him instead of interrupting everyone.”
As you walked towards the door, you saw him stood outside, in a rusty brown shirt with cream polka dots. You’d never seen him wear that before. It looked good on him. But then you remembered you were still mad at him…because of something you’d done. He’d looked worried you realised belatedly, when his expression relaxed as he saw you approach.
“What are you doing here?” you asked (more like demanded) once you’d opened the door and closed it behind you.
He automatically reached for you in relief, his hands on your upper arms. “I’ve been trying to call you all morning. I was worried. I thought something bad had happened.”
“My phone’s been on silent,” you replied, regret washing over you rapidly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think.” Of course he’d worry about you and the baby. You spoke every morning.
Seokjin’s brows furrowed together, as if sensing something. “Is everything all right?”
“Yeah,” you brushed off, feeling uncomfortable. God, this was a mess.
“It’s just… Has your phone been on silent this entire time? I always message you in the morning.” He tilted his head, waiting for your answer.
The words were out before you could stop them, sounding immature and accusing.
“You always message me goodnight too.”
Written 2022.
Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed.
© floralseokjin 2022
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how many emojis can I send for Miss Monet and Mr Handsome over there? because I’m tryna be all in they business. But for now I’ma send 🩶 . 🥡. & 🧸
As many as you'd wanna know 😁 Also, The 1st emoji for some reason doesn't show up, so I'm not sure which question that was. You can ask that one again, if you'd like to.
🥡 What does a relaxing night in look like for them?
Mel is very romantic (and physical touch is definitely his love language), so He really enjoys a nice, relaxing candlelit bath with her (glass of wine is optional). Especially since He does work a lot, this is something that he looks forward to after a long week. Afterwards they end up watching a movie (that He always ends up falling asleep on because She always ends up rubbing his ears. Yes! his big ass loves to be the little spoon don't tell him I told you.) 🥺
Now that baby girl is born she sometimes throws a wrench in their relaxing night time because if she wakes up, the ONLY way she'd fall back to sleep is if she's on his chest. So now that she's learning to sleep through the night, they can ease back into their little routine.
🧸BONUS! Include one of your favorite moments between them!
It'll have to be when they first met each other again, after Mel's divorce. He was staying in Jasmine Suites because He just needed to sign a lease ASAP. It was a small, crappy apartment but He made it feel like home. Monet's older brother Mekhi is one of Melo's best friends since high school (so they know his ex-wife because they all went to high school together). Monet was staying at her brother's house until she could find her own place (she had accepted a writing job in the city). It was the beginning of Summer and Mekhi was throwing a party and Melo showed up. He hadn't seen Monet in YEARS (She's like 5 years younger than her brother & Melo). During that whole party they were damn near inseparable (playing Uno, beer pong, dancing etc). She ended up flirting with him before the party was over and that's how they got their little pink bar started. Melo's mood/whims would be all over the place because he was still in his mood about the divorce but would randomly be thinking about Monet. On top of that, she would call & invite him out often (I personally think that was her way of shooting her shot but also just trying to keep him in good spirits...and that was the cutest thing to me because He would be so happy/energetic/inspired whenever He would spend time with her). It's also cute that She's hot headed and he will literally go over and just kiss her and she'll calm TF down. LMAO
BONUS: Now that the baby is here, it's always funny to see them literally race to take care of the baby then give eachother their little smirky-look as if it were a competition. LMAO
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Do you like your men to have private armies but prefer access to antibiotics? Come right on in...
Watching the delicious trashiness of Maid’s Revenge has inspired me to make a listing of my favorite (and not so favorite) warlord and warlord adjacent cdramas. If like me, you like your male leads with polished boots and a side of murder, come right in. From most to least fave.
Siege in Fog
My most favorite on this list, this is visually gorgeous and emotionally visceral. Plus, it’s not just ONE warlord, it’s a whole family of them! It follows a deeply dysfunctional marriage between a beautiful woman and a warlord’s second son, where they fight and angst and love and fight some more, all the while bullets are flying and bodies are piling up. If you like incredible visuals, insane chemistry, dysfunction by the bucket and not one, not two, but THREE hot warlords, come right in. It’s based on a Fei Wo Si Cun novel so I assume you know you need a lot of tissues.
To sum up:
Too Late to Say I Love You
Another FWSC adaptation! This is an older drama, done long before cdrama’s recent unwelcome slide into wholesomeness, which means epic makeouts but also a warlord that revels in murder (at one point he takes out all his potential rivals, including his loved sister’s entire fam.) The OTP is dysfunctional - they hate, then they love, then they break up but he can’t let go - and the chemistry is beyond insane, with Wallace Chung and Li Xiao Ran melting my computer. Also, for once, a happy ending!
Winter Begonia
Probably the only genuine masterpiece on the list (tho I love FWSC dysfunction best for purely personal reasons), this is a MM story (though being cdrama it’s not explicit, though quite clear) and Huang Xiaoming as a trader with a private army and Yin Zheng as an opera singer with whom he forms a bond are both!!! I highly recommend it.
City of Streamer
Should be called “City of Steamer” because those make-outs and chemistry are epic! Timmy Xu is a son of a shady businessmen (with a small army of gun happy goons) who falls hopelessly in love with an older governess (Jing Tian) who is out for revenge on his family. She starts out using him and ends up using him in a different sense, if you know what I mean! The plot derails a bit by the end but it’s still a great watch.
PS...
Maid’s Revenge
I am watching it right now. At only 10 minutes per ep, it skips plot and gives us the melo and chemistry we (and I mean I) crave and a guy whose muscles should be in a museum.
The Lady and the Liar
Hawick Lau is the ML and we all know this means “hot bastard.” He’s a crime lord with a goon squad falling for a lost heiress who loses her memory so he lies she’s his fiancee and deliciousness ensues. MMMMM
Arsenal Military Academy
Xu Kai is warlord jr but this is here mainly because of his awesome brother the businessman with murder squad. The drama is so-so (patriotism overtakes the amazing chemistry between Bai Lu and Xu Kai) but might be worth a peek.
Cruel Romance
(Can you say no to this face?)
Joey Chen has never worked in anything for me and this is no exception, but Huang Xiao Ming is dashing as hell as a sexy gangster.
Love In The Flames of War
The heroine is terrible (I kept rooting for her to get accidentally shrapnelled) but Shawn Dou is sexy as hell as a warlord. (In the novel he was apparently a rapey headcase; they made him lovely in the drama without making his wife saner which is...a choice.) I’d say worth it on FF for hotness and whippings.
The Mystic Nine
I tried. I tried to watch this drama three times. I could not. But William Chan as a warlord in a three-piece suit and cape is mega mega fine!
I suffer so you won’t have to:
Fall In Love
The worst drama on this list, insulting to intelligence of anyone above pre-school level, 90% of the cast, including the leading lady, incapable of acting, a plot that makes a picture book seem complex and fashion disasters galore. However, Chen Xing Xu, playing the smirky warlord, carries this mess harder than Atlas and deserves to be in another, better drama altogether. Oh, what wouldn’t I give for him as a proper FWSC warlord!
Honorable Mention: Forward Forever - haven’t watched that one but keep meaning to.
#cdrama#fall in love#siege in fog#winter begonia#love in flames of war#forward forever#the mystic nine#cruel romance#the lady and the liar#city of streamer#maid's revenge#too late to say i love you#arsenal military academy
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We’re gonna get caught!
Lamelo Ball smut 🔥(plz don’t interact unless 16+)
Narrator pov
It was around 5:30 and you and Melo were finishing getting ready to head to his parents house for dinner. You decided on a simple tan body suit with some blue stretchy flare pants and sandals . Melo wore a black T and a red and yellow flannel with some black jeans with some white air forces.
Y/n and Melos pov
L/Damn mamas you sure you don’t wanna stay home?
Y/Lamelo get ya ass in the car and let’s go
L/Come on baby u know u can’t wear those type of pants around me 😩
Y/To bad. We already canceled on your parents the last to times plus Zo and zoey will be there and we haven’t seen Zoey in a long time
L/Fine but when we get home ima tear that ass up
Time skip to house
Melo and y/n arrived at Tina’s and lavars around 6:45. Melo got out the car and opened the door for y/n before they make their way inside. As they enter they can smell the cooking of Tina’s homemade chicken pot pie 😋.
La/Hey son nice to see ya, nice to see you again too sweetie
L/Hey dad, good to see you
Y/Hello Lavar it’s good to see you too, smells Amazing in here. Thank you for having us.
La/of course honey your always welcome here it’s your home too.
L/Is mom in the kitchen?
La/ yeah,I think she might need some help setting up the table
Y/ oh I can help, I don’t mind, y’all might wanna catch up and talk.
La/ Thank you sweetie, if you don’t mind
L/you sure babe? I can do it while you have a seat.
Y/ it’s fine I promise I’ll like to talk to your mom first anyways.
Lavar and Lamelo go seat with Zo and Zoe while you head to the kitchen
Y/ Hi Tina.
T/oh you guys are here! How are you darling?!
Y/ I’m good, just wanted to see if u needed help
T/ oh If you don’t mind to set some plates and forks out?
Y/ of course yeah I’ll get them
T/ thank you sweetie
After everyone sits at the table
Z/ it’s finally nice to have some of the family together
T/ it really is, I’m so glad y/n and Melo could come
Y/of course and thank you guys for cooking your food is always amazing.
T/thank you sweetie I really appreciate it.
La/ how bout we play some games after we eat?
Zoe/ Yeah papa maybe some gold fish!
L/ yea that sound fun. Wish Gelo came over. What’s he doing anyway?
Z/You never know with that fucking dude
La/ well how bout we get cleaned up and I’ll go get the cards set up.
Zoe/ Can I help papa?
La/of course come on.
L/Don’t worry mom we got it, go sit down.
T/ oh are you sure sweetie it’s a lot
Y/ Its ok we got it, go rest some.
After everyone else went to the living room
Y/n and Lamelo were cleaning up the dishes and putting away the food but Melo couldn’t stop starting at y/n, thinking about how good she looked and how her ass looked good in those pants. He got to the point where he couldn’t take it anymore.
Melo went behind y/n as she was doing the dishes and bent her over the sink, watching and making sure his family was still occupied by getting their game ready.
Y/MELO! What are you doing!
L/Shh mamas don’t want no one hearing you do you?
Y/ Melo not here! Your parents and niece are right there!
L/ then I guess you better be quit
Melo started humping up against your ass, feeling all around your body and kissing all over your neck. He stopped to ask if you were ok with him continuing and you nodding. He turned you around and lifted you up on the wet counter. Kissing and biting up and down your neck.
Y/Fuck baby don’t stop
L/mmmh mamas haven’t even done nothing yet
Y/please baby hurry and fuck me!
L/shh be patient
He pulled your pants down and moved your body suit to the side, tugging his own pants down and rubbing his cock he slowly entered your soaking hole.
Fuck baby you feel so good
Oh yes oh fuck please don’t stop
He kept thrusting in your weeping hole while trying to muffle out your moans, he takes one hand and pulls your top down just enough to get one boob out and start sucking on it.
Oh god!! I’m gonna cum baby I can’t!! OH FUCK ahhh
Shh mamas fuck yeah let it go
He picked up his speed as he felt his orgasm coming. He pulled out and spilled himself on your thigh. You quickly cleaned yourself and finished cleaning and walked out to play cards with the family.
I know this was ASS but it’s something 🤧, I’ll probably do another kinda with this plot but different. I’m sorry if you didn’t like it. Please let me know if you did or not! I’m ok with feedback! Thank you for requesting tho! Enjoy 😊 @1800-punchahoe
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Seeing dusty to describe Jayson is actually insane. We said lowkey falling off not fully 😭it’ll take one good pic and I’ll be back on board in my suite!
You love your Carolina men huh?
That bingo board made them realize enough is enough😂
Exactly! I might be falling off but I’m still here, actively watching his everyone move and saving every video 😭.
I do & I really feel like it’s because I can see these men in real life. It’s not unrealistic for me to encounter Brian the same way I’ve encountered Melo (when I used to like him). Something about that makes the delusion feel ✨justified✨.
I swear to God one of them must’ve saw the Board cause they were on their BEST behavior all of 2023.
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Bruh, just saw a lot of Dino Squad content pop up on my feed and I’m gonna say right now that I only remembered the show because of this guy. Everyone else I wouldn’t be able to tell you who they were without having a picture shown to me.
Kind of ironic, for some reason I hated this guy so much when I was a kid, I guess it’s because I thought he was an asshole even though he’s the only one I immediately recognize and remembered his name.
Now, I kinda like Victor, I love how his motivation for being a villain is “I want to turn people into dinosaurs just because” so vague of a reason but so chaotic at the same time.
He also gives me vibes of Valmont from Jackie Chan Adventures for some reason, probably because him and Valmont both wear suits, are rich bitches and are usually distinct by one color on their palette (Victor’s is red, Valmont is green)
Although I could’ve sworn Victor had a stronger British accent when I was younger, just rewatched a few eps and I f**king hate the voice they gave him. That’s the only thing I don’t like about him though.
Literally everyone else is so bland to me upon rewatch, Fiona is the token girl, Rodger is the stereotypical nerdy smart guy (although I do like the fact that he’s strong and smart which isn’t something that gets shown anymore) Max is just your average joe (I don’t even know why he’s there), Caruso I want to punch in the face, my f**king god he was annoying (which is a good sign meaning he’s got some personality but not a good one I’m afraid) and Buzz is literally the only one that I like out of the main 5, I’m glad they didn’t make him stupid just because he’s the stereotypical punk (and he’s definitely not straight, I feel like him and Pickles from Metalocalypse would get along well) and they definitely nailed his voice, it’s so melo in tone but so lovely on the ears rather than Caruso’s ear grating, deafening voice.
All in all, I find the s**t that went on with the main 5 most of the time was boring.
I was more interested in seeing Victor and I’m glad there’s a whole video on YouTube just about Victor because I cannot sit through a bunch of eps with the main 5′s stupid shenanigans.
And the transformation sequences, my f**king god I wanna die. The theme slaps though.
I’M IN, I’M IN, I’M IN, IN THE DINO SQUAD!
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Rating Beyblade Burst season 1 drip
1) Long ass post
2) 2/10 here is equal to a 6/10 irl
3) Original season 1 here, V-Force here, G-Rev here, Fusion here, Masters here, Fury here, Shogun Steel here, Beywheelz here, Beyraiderz here
4) Characters who kept their designs in here and Evolution will be here only (ex: Valt has an entry here but not Evolution)
Valt: 5/10. I like the jacket and the hoodie, but it’s nothing that special
Shu: 4/10. Decent, but nothing great
Training Shu: 5/10. The red and white work well together
Rantaro: 7/10. I love the jacket (which I won’t call a cape because canonically he insists it’s not). Also the pants are great
Ken: 6/10. I like the look, but feel that more could be done with it
Daigo: 5/10. Looks pretty good. My only complaint is that the purple and red are too dull to work with all the black. Either have less black, or make the purple brighter to contrast more
Ryota Kurogami: 2/10. He looks like a background character
Hoji: 2/10. It’d be a 3 because of the plain overalls, but the shoes detract a point
Wakiya: 7/10. I love the jacket with the wyverns on it
Training Wakiya: 3/10. It’s very plain
Orochi: 8/10. Dreadlocks + 4 silver rings + piano key jacket + studded pants
Xander: 8/10. Super buff dude in a crop top
Yugo: 5/10. 2 of those points come from the mohawk alone
Ukyo: 6/10. I like it, but it feels like it’s missing something
Zac: 6/10. He looks pretty good, and that choker is pretty cool
The Masked Blader: 7/10. It’s a nice mask
Gabe: 7/10. He gives off gym bro vibes
Lui: 10/10. I love the hair, and the boots, and the boa scarf
Quon: 5/10. He looks pretty good
Ben: 6/10. The mohawk and purple shorts are cool, but don’t mesh as well as one would hope
Naoki: 4/10. Nice but kinda generic
Jin: 4/10. I like hoodies worn over hats, but Jin’s design doesn’t have much going on aside from that
Akira: 1/10. The design just does not work. It’s a combination of aa bunch of different things (which aren’t that great to begin with) thrown together with absolutely no cohesion
Melos: 4/10. Kinda cool (especially for a background character) but also far from the best cat boy in the series
Haruto: 4/10. What is it with Burst and some background characters having better designs than part of the main cast?
Katana: 6/10. I like the shirt with one sleeve rolled up. And the neatly-cut pants. And the leather arm guard
Shinki: 4/10. It’s just alright
Kyo: 2/10. He looks like a background character (but not a Burst one since those tend to look good)
Mick: 3/10. I kinda like the choker but that’s it
Freddy: 3/10. Same as Mick
Bowie: 4/10. The hat improves on his teammates’ designs
Atsuto: 3/10. Looks decent enough for a background character, and in a different show his design might belong to a main character
Kyoji: 5/10. He looks good for a part of the main cast. And he’s a background character
Ichiro: 3/10. Background character that looks the part
Nika: 3/10. Really nothing special
Toko: 3/10. Almost looks like a background character
Chiharu: 4/10. Bland but decent
Momoko: 2/10. Background character that looks like a background character
Keita: 2/10. Same as Momoko
Hiroshi: 2/10. Same as Keita
Principal Shinoda: 3/10. He’s a guy in a suit. Nothing more
Himeko: 3/10. Bland background character, but the fang gives her something unique
Sasaki: 3/10. Just enough to avoid me saying they look like a background character
Shindo: 2/10. They look like a background character
Shin Komazaki: 3/10. Bland but not terrible
Hanami: 5/10. He looks pretty good
Akio: 2.10. Background character look
Raita: 3/10. Doesn’t look that great
Yoga: 3/10. Not terrible, but nothing that I’d call good
Ken Yukino: 3/10. Barely escapes the background character look
Minen: 5/10. He actually looks good
Dan: 2/10. Background character look
Majin: 3/10. Not a background character look, but close to it
Shun: 3/10. Too much purple and not enough contrast
Ryota Nasu: 3/10. Same as Shun
Kakeru: 7/10. One of the better cat boys of the series
Takuto: 3/10. Almost a background character look
Kento: 4/10. I like the pilot look
Tsujihara: 3/10. His look is pretty bland
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2 June
And here we have the second half of The Cask of Amontillado!
Poor Fortunato remains oblivious, despite Montresor continuing to give off very blatantly shady vibes, which brings us to this:
“I forget your arms.”
“A huge human foot d‘or, in a field azure; the foot crushes a serpent rampant whose fangs are imbedded in the heel.”
“And the motto?”
“Nemo me impune lacessit.”
This is...quite the image. I do enjoy that use of that motto as the Montresors’ house motto is a reference to Poe’s real life family-”No one attacks me with impunity” was used by the Royal Stuart dynasty, and Poe was adopted by a Scottish merchant. In-story, it’s a suitably (melo)dramatic motto for the house of a man who decides that bricking someone up in a wall for eternity for being kind of an asshole is a reasonable and proportionate response.
Honestly, though, Fortunato dying dressed as a fool is pretty fitting. Montresor just keeps going with the nefarious vibes, grabbing his arm and going “Look, this place sucks, are you suuuure you want to keep going? You can totally turn back now, it’s fine”, knowing damn well that Fortunato’s ego is just going to have him pushing forward.
“You? Impossible! A mason?”
“A mason,” I replied.
“A sign,” he said.
“It is this,” I answered, producing a trowel from beneath the folds of my roquelaire.
“You jest,” he exclaimed, recoiling a few paces. “But let us proceed to the Amontillado.”
This is so funny. My guy Montresor just casually walking around with the trowel he’s going to use to brick Fortunato up tucked under his cloak and using it for a joke. And Fortunato, fool that he is, apparently just kind of goes “uh, okay, then” and keeps moving deeper and deeper into the catacombs full of bad air and bones.
And here we reach the thrilling conclusion! Fortunato has found himself in quite the pickle, far past any attempt to turn back and escape, and still not really understanding what’s going on. That ego is still on display, even as he’s peering around an obviously empty hole in a wall. “Proceed,” I said; “herein is the Amontillado. As for Luchesi ——”“He is an ignoramus,” interrupted my friend, as he stepped unsteadily forward, while I followed immediately at his heels.
...I’m kind of starting to understand where our narrator is coming from tbh.
Again, there’s something darkly funny about chaining a guy up and then going “I’m giving you one last chance here, do you want to leave? No? ‘K, suit yourself, broseph, see ya. Just let me take a minute here... ”, and then just uncovering his supplies and casually setting to work bricking up the hole. This is, of course, when Fortunato’s so far absent self-preservation instincts finally kick in and he sobers up, but it’s too little, too late. Sorry dude :( All the screaming in the world can’t do much against the guy walling you up alive.
That last paragraph is, if you will excuse any potential punnage there, stone cold. Montresor has absolutely zero regrets about walling Fortunato up and hasn’t in the fifty years that have passed since then. An extra as hell bit of revenge, probably, but a deeply satisfying one nonetheless.
(Side note, this story inspired one of my favourite easter eggs in one of my favourite video games, Fallout 4. In the basement of the Castle (AKA Fort Independence to us pre-apocalypse folks) there’s a section of wall with stones broken out, and a skeleton chained to the wall in the space between the inner and outer walls with a crate of Amontillado bottles nearby. I was absolutely not expecting it the first time I ran across it and had a moment of “Wait, is that-? Did they-?”, and then I saw the Amontillado bottles and went “Yep, they absolutely did.”)
#poe daily#the cask of amontillado#more things should conclude with 'in pace requiescat' imo#honestly this one is pretty funny if you read it more than once
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hi! is this how u make requests? sorry, this is my first time requesting something on tumblr, i wanted to ask if i could request a kinda situationship/ friends with benefits with hobie bc he doesn’t believe in labels, but like something happening like the reader getting insecure or jealous so they become an actual couple with labels or something like that if that’s okay with you, i’m sorry if i said something wrong or you’re not comfortable with that!
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Hobie didn’t like labels. He made that known when this friends with benefits situation first started.
He would be lying if he said he didn’t like you at least a little bit though.
The late nights talking, kissing, and sleeping together, the quickies in HQ bathrooms. He loved them all, and he loved you. But he didn’t know what to do honestly.
He wanted to be more, but that would be a lot. Commitment, and consistency.
So, he just tried to hide his growing feelings, pretend they don’t exist, pretend you both were just friends.
But Hobie noticed something was off today, you didn’t sit with him, pavitr, and Gwen at lunch, in fact, he doesn’t even think he saw you at lunch.
You didn’t go up to him with a smile, asking to hang out later.
And you didn’t come back to his boat.
So, instead he opened a portal to your world. Hr swung around as Spider-Man until he stopped at your apartment. Opening the winodow, he looked around in your room.
You were sleeping, peacefully, unaware of him watching you. Which sounded creepy.
He took off his mask, and slowly approached your sleeping figure. He softly touched your shoulder, hoping to wake you up.
It took a little more shaking for you to wake, and you did.
You slowly opened your eyes, and furrowed your eyebrows.
Your eyes were red, almost as if you’ve cried yourself to sleep.
“Hobie?” You mumbled quietly.
“Yeah. It’s me.” He sat on the bed, next to your legs.
“What do you want?” You turned yourself the other way.
“Jus’ wanna talk. What’s wrong?” He asked, his hand on you arm.
“Nothing. I’m fine, why?”
“You didn’t talk today. Or come over.”
You sighed quietly and turned back to look into his eyes, he was frowning.
“Can I be honest, Hobie?”
“Of course.”
“I can’t keep doing this.”
“What?”
“This.” You motioned to the both of you. “Look, I want more, and I can’t have more when your so set on not wanting more. So I’m gonna go find someone else, that does want more.”
He stayed silent for a while.
“God, Hobie, I’m… I’m in love with you, I can’t be.” You said quietly.
“You seriously think I don’t wanna date you?”
“You said so.”
“But do I actually think that?”
“I don’t know.. do you?”
“Of course I fucking don’t. Thought I was makin’ it obvious. And I thought that you wouldn’t want the same that’s why I didn’t say nothin’.”
You stayed silent now, not too sure what to say.
“I love you, Y/n.” He said quietly, and leaned in to kiss you.
You kissed him back and smiled softly.
“But I thought you didn’t believe in consistency either.”
“Bending the rules is okay innit? Isn’t breaking the rules the most punk thing?”
You laughed quietly and kissed him again, he took off his suit and got under the covers with you.
“I’m glad you came.” You mumbled quietly, you both now looking at each other.
“Me too.”
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For my last year of my 20's, I was able to experience:
True intimate love
Fearless hopeful love
A group of friends who saw the best in me
A renewed love for Yu-Gi-Oh
A group of friends to play Yu-Gi-Oh with
A renewed love for kpop
A group of friends to go to kpop concerts with
Hotpot with my chosen family
Fun time at the gym with calisthenics
A girlfriend who cosplayed as my favorite character on genshin impact
Cosplaying as Kaneki
Fufilling my dreams of going to a Lady Gaga concert
Going to a Houston food festival for myself
Getting one of the best yugioh cards ever made from megatin bought by my dearly beloved
Going to an anime themed bar!
Discovering Melo melo
Going to a KPOP festival
Taking my love to disneyland
Enjoying the ocean Eren Yaeger style
Enjoying a Houston Concert DPR Live/ DPR Ian at full drunkness
Being with my best bud along with my gf to experience his first KPOP concert... BLACKPINK
Enjoying my first solo kpop concert with The Rose and finding the answer to love
Seeing my love gain a friend who plays the piano with her
Seeing my mom rage against the vietnamese patriarchy
Finding peace through buddhism
Creating a group of good friends to get super drunk on new year's eve WHILE RECOVERING FROM A WISDOM TOOTH EXTRACTION
Getting rowdy enough to get neighbor complaints on vietnamese new years... IN AN AOI YA
Throwing a genshin themed birthday party for my beloved.
Eating beef wellington made by a friend
Going to Vietnam finally and discovering my roots finally
Finding the ULTIMATE PAGODA and meditating under it
Connecting with loving family
Seeing my dad enjoy the ocean
Watching a marvel movie... IN VIETNAM
finding suits for the boys
Enjoying New York with a group of friends
Eating at an AYCE wagu restaurant and flexing a bill that was over a thousand dollars
Finding the Hamilton statue
DISCOVERING A CASTLE FOR MY PRINCESS
Plush Wars with the crew
Having a godly snack meal over making it past lent
Going to see Taylor Swift with my beloved
Going to see the best kpop girlgroup MAMAMOO
Ending it with a intimate birthday party as King
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omg chia day is so soon!! I know it’s early but I hope you have a nice and relaxing birthday 🥺💜 also enjoy caratland!! I don’t think I’ll be able to catch it so I’ll live through you lol 😂
also omg that’s so precious, a sanrio character is perfect for you imo chia, it fits you and your art tbh ^^ it also reminded me of that time there was an anime where the guys liked sanrio characters too lol 😂
Yeaah! Tbh I can’t believe it’s tomorrow bc I’m still living in late January/early Feb 😭 my fam would remind me and I’m like ?!?! What are u talking about? It’s only Feb 😭😭😭 but it’s already March 7 😂 awww, thank you my loveliest Izzy moon 💖 I’ll be sure to enjoy! I think I’ll try this new gelato place or go to a museum since I need to write a paper about it too
I’ll send you some updates bc I might just be screaming here 😂 I’m really excited though bc they were asking for songs that don’t suit them like I can imagine the crazy unfolding already
OHH AMG I KNOW WHICH ANIME YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT 😂 I have it on my watchlist but never got around to watching it yet. The teaser and concept images look so good! I think I’m leaning more onto the little twin stars boy based on design alone. It seems really fun though! The only other sanrio main group show I liked is Onegai My Melody (which kicked off my my melo obsession) I’m hoping they’ll do a reboot of it bc it’s such a fun show 🥺
#amg I looked at my clock and it’s like 🤡 woah in 24 hours leggaaaur!!#hibernation works kind of silly me thinks 👀👄👀#dbdbd wait my heart soft bc I would love to be part of sanrio world#they’re so cute 🥺 but also sanrio stuff are just so cute#I’m obsessed with how cute their items are#I based my skzoosona on them too#my sweet piano was the foundation 😂 bc of the pink wool#💌 you’ve got mail#izzy 🌙
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