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deonideatta · 3 years

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@vinchenzoquassano Here’s my analysis on the juxtaposition of Han Seok and Vincenzo as brother figures to Han Seo! It got a bit long, so I’m putting it under a cut.

So we all know that Vincenzo and Han Seok are meant to contrast each other a lot, whether it’s fire imagery vs ice imagery, caring about family vs seeing family as a tool, or having everything under control vs being reckless and impulsive. And I think one of the things that really highlights the difference between Vincenzo and Han Seok in ways of thinking/treating others is the way they relate to Han Seo.

From the first interaction between the Jang brothers, we see that their relationship is based on threats, violence, and fear. It is not a sibling relationship, the only thing that connects them as siblings is the fact that they share the same dad. There are none of the usual characteristics of a healthy relationship between siblings, none of the fun, none of the support, no familial love, no empathy, concern, or worry. And their relationship most likely never resembled a proper siblinghood, as we know that Han Seok tormented Han Seo from a young age. Additionally, to begin with Han Seo is just ‘Han Seok’s brother, the puppet chairman’, the shadow of his brother even though ironically it’s Han Seok who remains in the shadows in the beginning. We only see him begin to shine as his own character when he starts to actively plan against Han Seok with the help of Mr Han, and this is only amplified when he starts to look up to Vincenzo.

This is why what Han Seo gets from Vincenzo is so important to him, even to the point of not betraying Vincenzo once Han Seok is out of the picture. It’s all there in that scene where they’re drinking together in episode 18. It’s poignant because the things Han Seo lists that he feels comfortable about with Vincenzo are all things that he’d had bad experiences with when they were with Han Seok. Both duos have scenes involving hockey, but in the SeokSeo scene Han Seo is very much in a lower position of power as he stands unprotected in a suit in contrast to Han Seok’s full hockey gear, getting hit by hockey pucks (we see this contrast again when Han Seo is the one wearing the hockey gear and hitting pucks at executives in suits, more on that later). It’s their first scene together, and it’s a pretty good image of their relationship. Han Seok has always had the high ground, and Han Seo has always felt vulnerable and unprotected from his volatile nature.

In contrast, in the VincenSeo hockey scene both of them are wearing hockey gear, albeit without the helmets. This already shows that at the fundamental level this is a very different relationship, despite there still being a power imbalance. And the absence of the protection of a helmet also implies a level of trust, again in contrast to the way Han Seok had one, both to hide his identity but also to symbolize further distance. We see that Han Seo is at ease to the point where he feels comfortable enough to tease Vincenzo about Cha Young, and make quips/casual comments. Vincenzo is only mildly annoyed, and the atmosphere is far less charged than in the SeokSeo hockey scene. Most notably, even though Vincenzo does hit a puck at Han Seo, does trip him up, and does get annoyed at him, none of it carries the venom it does when Han Seok does it. It’s almost playful, it feels like something real siblings would do together (speaking from experience here), and Vincenzo is never hostile towards Han Seo. When Han Seok does things like that it doesn’t feel like sibling bickering, it feels like abuse. There is real malice in the way Han Seok treats Han Seo in general, and the hockey scene is no exception. So for Han Seo to be able to be in a space which he has always associated with pain/punishment and find himself at ease, not feeling threatened or worried, it must have meant a lot (which we see in the way he cant stop smiling after the hockey scene), and further serves to illustrate the difference in Han Seok and Vincenzo’s behaviour, right down to Vincenzo catching Han Seo when he falls, and Han Seo’s heartfelt thanks to him for helping him see how stupid he’d been.

It’s the same with all the other things he mentioned in the drinking scene. Eating scenes always say something about relationships in this drama (and in kdramas in general actually, but especially so here), and whenever we see Han Seo and Han Seok eating together, it always feels like Han Seo has to walk on eggshells, he can never relax or let his guard down, because he has to worry about Han Seok’s potential outbursts. Like in the scene where Han Seok flips the table and forces Han Seo to hold a knife to his neck, or the scene where they drink together after paying respects to their father. That scene was notable because it’s the scene where we find out that Han Seok killed their father. Han Seo asks Han Seok outright if he’d kill him off too if he got in his way. It’s one of the few times early on that he lets his perceptiveness show in front of Han Seok. Han Seok’s response is not reassuring at all, and he even goes as far as to belittle Han Seo's intelligence, stating that if he was just a little smarter he would have been nicer to him. This is again contrasted by Vincenzo encouraging Han Seo to learn more, and telling him that the mind is one's greatest weapon.

Han Seok's response also makes Vincenzo finally replying that he won’t kill Han Seo because he believes he’s changing for the better all the more impactful. With Han Seok it was always he won’t kill me so long as I am of use, because he needs me to take the fall for him, but with Vincenzo it’s now he won’t kill me because he sees value in me as a person and not a tool. We see this in how Vincenzo gives Han Seo advice, and complements him, albeit in a very roundabout way. I think despite his generally neutral face during their interactions, Han Seo is definitely growing on him. It’s even to the point that he allowed Han Seo to call him hyung, and even beyond that, to see him as a brother. I definitely think both of them need more time to grow as people and learn to relate to each other before this can actually be a proper brotherhood, but you have to start somewhere.

For the first time Han Seo is in an environment where he can let his guard down and confide in someone who is both a role model and a friend to him, even if that person is Vincenzo ‘i can’t ever show my emotional investment’ Cassano (though he has really come a long way since the beginning of the drama). Vincenzo represents all the things Han Seok never did for Han Seo as a brother, whether it’s giving him advice or letting him treat him with familiarity. Which is also an important contrast, that Han Seo calls Vincenzo Vin-hyung from the get go, while he mostly calls Han Seok hyungnim. The fact that Han Seo felt comfortable enough to ask Vincenzo if he could call him like a brother, sulk about it when he said no (”Ok Vincenzo Cassano nim” lol, no one can convince me that Han Seo isn’t a sass master), and then go directly to abbreviating Vincenzo’s name (Vin hyung) really tells us a lot about how much more comfortable he is with Vincenzo.

It is also worth noting that even though Vincenzo is often snarky with Han Seo, their interactions still carry some level of comfort that is completely absent in Han Seok and Han Seo’s scenes, despite the fact that when Han Seok is not being violent he actually treats Han Seo normally (well as ‘normal’ as it can get for them), like when he gives him the watch, when Han Seo is watching him get his hair cut, or when they go hunting. But despite the veneer of that normalcy, their interactions always carry an undercurrent of danger, as we and Han Seo all know that anything could cause Han Seok to explode, like he did in the scene where they were eating together, quite suddenly and very aggressively. That underlying tension is always there, even when Han Seo is seemingly smiling and reacting well to Han Seok, because we know that Han Seok is only tolerating Han Seo because he is of use to him, and will not hesitate to hurt him if he annoys him, or get rid off him should he cross him or cease to be of use. Whereas with Vincenzo, Han Seo is at ease. There is no hidden danger, no fear of an outburst. Vincenzo is someone Han Seo looks up to and feels he can trust enough to go behind Babel team’s backs to collude with. This also highlights once again the way that even Vincenzo's emotionally limited treatment of others contrasts Han Seok's complete disregard for them. He never yells at Han Seo or belittles him in a cruel way, and increasingly their interactions are more casual. Though he's still a bit closed off, Vincenzo also listens to what Han Seo has to say, unlike with Han Seok, where Han Seo can never say what he really thinks.

Lastly, there’s the influence that both Han Seok and Vincenzo have on the way Han Seo behaves. We see that whether he realized it or not, Han Seo imitated and was influenced by some of Han Seok’s behaviour, from hitting hockey pucks at executives (and bullying the executives in general, most likely to feel more powerful), to throwing tantrums/having fits of anger and yelling, ordering a hit on Vincenzo and Cha Young and finding the Babel victims’ information. Likewise, we see that once he decides he’s jumping off that train and siding with Vincenzo, we gradually begin to see his behaviour change. He’s always had a playful/bratty streak, seen in how he was so happy about dodging the thing Han Seok threw at him that one time, in many of his interactions with Mr Han, and in the scene when he comes to Jipuragi in 80s clothes to show off his battle scar. That side of him still manages to appear even around Han Seok, so when he’s around Vincenzo and he doesn’t have to focus on avoiding Han Seok’s outbursts it comes out fully, and we get things like him distracting Vincenzo by calling out Cha Young’s name to score a goal, grinning like a little kid when Vincenzo chased him, and his joy at getting to call Vincenzo Vin hyung.

Additionally, we see that the more closely Han Seo works with Vincenzo, the more brazen he gets around Han Seok. He gets more flippant, and he almost openly praises Vincenzo, he becomes less obedient to Han Seok. All this culminates in the scene where he confronts Han Seok about the Elizabeth Holmes thing and tightens his handcuffs. By finding a role model in Vincenzo, as well as knowing he has the support of someone more powerful than Han Seok, Han Seo was able to finally cut off the puppet strings. We even see that he consulted with and listened to the board/company executives, contrasted to how he’d forced them to eat spicy food and hit hockey pucks at them before. He’s unlearning the volatile and violent behaviour he picked up from Han Seok and applying the advice that Vincenzo gave him, namely that your brain is your greatest weapon. Han Seok always seemed like a dangerous villain because of his violent tendencies and his position of power and influence, but we’ve seen how Vincenzo manages to corner him again and again, and how his irrational actions (coughcoughkillingmrsohcoughcough) are no match for Vincenzo’s strategic thinking. Han Seo sees this as well, and he begins to emulate Vincenzo’s behaviour.

Vincenzo is right that Han Seo is changing for the better, and he is most likely the catalyst for it. We see that from the get go Han Seo is determined to break free, and in the end what gets him there while making sure he doesn’t simply become an ineffective chairman or Han Seok II (with arguably less murder lol) is the appearance of Vincenzo as a reliable brother figure. Now whether or not Vincenzo is actually a good brother figure is a different debate, and I do think he also needs to develop in the area of relating to others before he can truly fulfill the role. Still, so far his influence on Han Seo has been largely positive, and I think given time Han Seo will probably also have a positive effect on him.

In conclusion, if they kill off Han Seo in the end it will be my villain origin story. Thanks for reading! Do share any thoughts/additions!

#can you tell how much i love han seo's progression #i started writing this before the preview dropped but i think we need it even more after that dsfdf #i just think it's neat how so much is expressed through contrasting character relationships in this show #i have two drafts due on friday and here i am writing 1000+ words on han seo's brotherly relationships #if i fail to get my diploma at least i'll know why lol #pls interact so i feel like im not wasting my life #what will i do when this show ends sdfdsf #han seo supremacy #vincenzo #tvn vincenzo #vincenzo kdrama #kdrama meta #kdrama #vincenzo meta #meta #jang han seok #jang han seo

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kpoppwriter · 3 years

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Playing Games - DO or NOT

❧ Genre: fluff

❧ Words: 476

❧ Warnings: n/a

❧ Synopsis: Your group was the newest sibling group to Pentagon. Right after debut, there were jokes between your fandoms about the playful rivalry between your groups that was mostly caused by you and Hongseok. Was there something more to your playful banter or was it just for show?

❧ Tag list: @wooya1224

❧ A/N: hello I am v tired and am at work rn I really just wanna be home playing Animal Crossing and watching Vincenzo...also Happy Mother’s Day!

~※ Love Or Take Masterlist ※~

You were tired after the long schedule you and your group had today but here you were still trying to get some dance practice in. Your comeback was in a couple weeks and you wanted to get some extra practice in. You were watching some of the programs you had been on recently with another group from your company, Pentagon. The playful chemistry your groups had were just too good to not exploit for reality and variety shows. Most of this chemistry was created by you and Hongseok.

The two of you met when you were still a trainee. There was an immediate connection between you two. You developed a great friendship that was very playful and flirty. Which was a problem for you since you started to catch feelings for the boy. You knew all of his flirting was just a joke to him but it made your heart flutter.

You heard the door to the practice room open, pulling you back to reality. In walked Hongseok who was now in some more casual clothes instead of an outfit one of the stylists put him in. He raised an eyebrow at you as you contimued to stretch.

“What’re you still doing here?”

“What does it look like?” you laughed, “I’m trying to get some extra dance practice in.”

You got up off the floor and grabbed your water, taking a hefty chug of the cool liquid.

“Why are you lurking around? Are you trying to bother me or something?”

“No,” he rolled his eyes, “I wanted to ask you something.”

“Ok, shoot.”

“Do you like me?”

The question caught you off guard but you were quick to recover.

“I don’t know, do I?”

You looked at Hongseok, a smirk playing on your lips. He rolled his eyes and let out an airy laugh.

“You like playing games, don’t you?”

“What do you mean? I’m not playing games,” you huffed

“We’ve been dancing around this subject for a long time now, Y/N. I know you have feelings for me.”

“Well, you seem quite confident in that.”

Hongseok took a step closer to you. He was so close now and it was getting hard to not back down from this unspoken challenge. Your face felt hot, your cheeks a bright pink. His eyes bore into yours just waiting to see if you’d fold. But you didn’t waver.

“You can say all you want but only I know the truth,” you poked his chest with your finger

He lingered in front of you for a second before turning around. He headed towards the practice room door only stopping when his hand was on the handle.

“Whatever you decide,” he looked up at you, “Whether you like me or not, I’ll be here.”

And with that, he left you alone in the practice room only your thoughts of him keeping you company.

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sxfik · 3 years

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OKAY BUT I REALLY DONT WANT HAN SEO TO DIE :(((((

I feel like it would be so unfair if he dies.. i mean, he was abused all his life?? And now that he finds just a little bit of love and support from vincenzo, they're killing him????? If they kill him, i just akshixdbjdnj

I didnt like him at the beginning, but as the story progresses i became,,,, soft,,, for him,,,, AAAAAAAA

Ok so in the preview we see cha young kidnapped(?) by han seok right?? What if han seo sacrifices himself for cha young??? Fully knowing that cha young is someone very important to vincenzo (his unofficial hyung)???

Akxhidjehskahxhchdidh I DONT WANT HIM TO DIE PLEASE IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?!?!?!?!

Sorry im just blurting out stuff because IM WORRIED OKAY :((((

hello!! thank you for sending in an ask :D

okay SAME I DONT WANT HIM TO DIE! han seo has such good character development and killing him off at this point in the story, although possible, doesn't make much sense to me. i think i kinda started liking him when he was in the gym (he looked good in that outfit, okay, i'm a simple woman, just give me a man in either a suit or a light colored gym fit and im hooked) i'm way too much of a simp for him and i really don't want to watch him die. i'm alright with him maybe getting hurt but death is too much of a punishment for him.

yeah either cha-young is kidnapped by jang han seok OR she trapped him during the final battle ? han seo might sacrifice himself (maybe as a repentance) but i really don't want him to, i'd rather have cha-young escape it herself. it breaks my heart how much he's asked vin about if he's going to die or not for him to die so idk i just really dont know what's going to happen, i just dont want his death.

AAAA im worried too but i also feel confident that his arc is too good for them to have him die in the end. all we can do is wait (and clown)!!

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impala-dreamer · 3 years

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Muddy Soul - Chapter 26

~ Life isn’t always as it seems and people aren’t who they say they are. Love isn’t always a good thing, and sometimes, finding out the hard way may just kill you. ~

Series Warnings/Characters/Pairings are all listed on the Muddy Soul Masterlist. Please read the warnings before proceeding.

Chapter 26 Word Count: 2,056

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Days went by and Y/N found a little peace now and then.

Castiel had been by to heal her new wounds, easily closing up the cuts and soothing the bruises. She smiled as he worked, closing her eyes as his Grace flowed through her. It felt so strange, like an echo of Christian’s magic, and she soaked it in, just a little taste, just a hit of the drug she needed.

The withdrawal came and went. For long stretches, she was fine, almost back to her old self if not incredibly tired and depressed. She felt all right, until suddenly, she felt very wrong.

She helped out when she could, reorganizing the pantry with Dean, and passing him tools as he gave Baby a tune up. It was easy to do things that required her hands; moving was much better than not.

When she sat with Sam in the Library, attempting to help him with some lore entries, she started to panic. The quiet was too quiet, the air was too still. Her fingernails flicked over the tiny ribs in her jeans, tugged at the seams on her shirt, dug into her palms. If she wasn’t moving, she was thinking, and thinking only led her down the darker paths.

What had she done wrong? Why had she been so stupid? Why didn’t he want her?

Over and over, she played out scenes in her head like horror movies as Christian’s phantom haunted the shadowy corners of the Bunker. She tried to ignore him at first, forcing her eyes to pass over him without a thought, but it was impossible. He was solid, lifelike, evil. And she wanted him still.

Eventually, she learned to tune out his face, to push away his image from her mind. It wasn’t always easy, but the more she did it, the more she consciously told him to leave, the more she crossed out his picture in her mind, the stronger she felt. Perhaps, she could beat him.

Some days she smiled.

Some days she cried.

Some days she screamed and fought with anyone who approached her. She drank until her stomach turned, cut until she needed help to staunch the bleeding.

Some days she climbed into Dean’s bed with soft kisses and a plea for a hug.

Some days she ran from him, afraid he would strike her down with a single blow.

It was hard, but she was trying.

Thursday night was pizza night, and it was Dean’s turn to fly. He grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair and headed for the garage, boots clunking loudly against the floor.

Y/N was alone in the kitchen, staring down into a cup of cold black coffee.

He stopped in the doorway and whistled at her. “Hey. You gonna drink that or interrogate it?”

Y/N shivered and yanked her mind from a flashback, forcing a smile as she looked up at Dean. “Going somewhere?”

She sounded sad, lost. His shoulders dropped.

“Just running into town to grab dinner.” He twirled the car keys in his hand. “Come with me.”

Y/N shook her head. “I don’t know-”

Dipping his chin, Dean gave her the eye. “You’re coming. Let’s roll.”

Reluctantly, she followed. It was hard to say no to him even in her darkest moments. Especially when he looked up at her through those thick lashes, green eyes bright with ideas. “You suck,” she mumbled.

His chuckle rumbled off the tiles. “I know.”

Y/N hadn’t been outside in weeks and the early evening sun burned her eyes as the Impala drove out of the garage. The light rose on the windshield like sunrise on a beach and Y/N squinted at the brightness, not used to the feel of it against her eyes, her skin.

When they hit the road, she rolled down her window an inch and Dean watched as she stuck her nose in the crack, cautiously sniffing the air. She inhaled deeply and the cool air filled her senses.

“It’s almost fall,” she said, rolling down the window even more and sticking her hand out. She let her hand ride on the wave of the wind, smiling honestly for the first time in a long while.

Dean smiled. “Yeah. Almost.”

Y/N closed her eyes and let the wind kiss her cheeks. It felt good to breathe again, to feel the air rush through her hair. The sun flickered like a strobe through the trees and she unbuckled her seatbelt, turning towards Dean.

“Let’s go to Vincenzo’s,” she suggested with a soft smile.

Dean raised a brow and shifted his hands on the wheel. “Vincenzo’s? That’s like thirty minutes away. We’re just popping into town.”

Y/N pouted. “I just wanna… drive for a while.”

He nodded and stretched his arm out across the back of the long bench seat. “OK.”

Y/N scooted over and settled against his side, head on his shoulder, hand on his chest. He bent his lips to kiss the top of her head; he hadn’t felt this good in forever. Maybe she was finally on the way back.

The pizzeria was crowded and Y/N clung to Dean’s hand as they walked inside. She hung back as he ordered; two pies and a side of wings. Y/N closed her eyes and tried to breathe, but the lights were too bright, the voices around her too loud. The walls began to tremble, ready to close in around her, and she dug her nails into her palms, begging her mind to slow.

“You all right?” Dean asked, turning away from the counter. She was a step behind him, muscles in her arms and neck pulsing rapidly as the rest of her stood stone-still. “Y/N?” Concerned, he reached out to touch her arm and she jerked away, violently jumping back.

“No!” She screamed at his touch, at the room, at the random strangers now turning to look at her. Their faces twisted and contorted into viscous sneers and evil laughter rang in her ears. She swung at Dean who tried to pull her close, knocking him off balance with a left hook he didn’t see coming.

Christian loomed in the darkness behind the crowd that now turned to gawk and point at the crazy woman in their midst. He tipped the ashes from his cigarette onto a freshly baked pie and laughed. “You’re losing your mind, pretty girl.”

Her vision blurred on everything but his smug face and she raged at him, shouting over the dense noise pounding in her skull. “Shut up!”

Hands reached for her, faces rushed into her line of sight. Her skin began to crawl, her veins ached, her breath stopped.

Y/N spun on her heel and rushed to the door, Christian’s booming laugh echoing behind her.

“You can run all you want. I’m inside of you. You’re stuck with me. Forever.”

Bells crashed above the door as Y/N pushed out into the night air. She took off down the street, not knowing or caring where she was going.

Darkness settled around her, the cool air stung her cheeks.

Boots thudded behind her; Dean called her name.

Out of breath, she stopped, sneakers skidding on the asphalt. She closed her eyes and lifted her face to the sky, arms spread, soul open. She begged Heaven to strike her dead. Dared Hell to come take her. She’d had enough.

“Smart girl.” Christian’s voice flew through her mind, carried by the wind that lifted the short hairs at the nape of her neck. “Death is the only way out of this.”

Y/N screamed. “Please!”

She felt the light hit her eyelids, burning them bright orange and red. She smiled, relieved that the angels were listening, and opened her eyes.

Headlights blinded her and Y/N lifted her arms to shield her eyes.

Dean slammed into her like a brick wall, knocking the breath from her lungs as he grabbed her up off of her feet, rushing her to the side of the road where they both fell in a heap on the grass, panting and terrified.

“What the hell is wrong with you!” He screamed, rolling over her, pinning her to the cold ground. “You trying to get yourself killed?”

Tears pushed out of her eyes, sliding down the corners, and she gasped for air, unable to control herself as he yelled. “Please...stop.”

His face was red, nostrils flaring, jaw clenched. “Stop? I just fucking saved your life!”

Y/N whimpered loudly as his voice crackled through her. Her bottom lip shook, her body trembling beneath him.

Dean sat back on her legs and lifted a hand to scrub down his face. She saw the arm go up and cringed, turning away from him, afraid he was about to strike.

“D-don’t.”

“Jesus, Y/N/N,” he gasped, climbing off of her and lowering his hand. “What the hell did he do to you?”

Still shaking, she rolled onto her side and popped up on all fours, scurrying away from him as fast as she could. She didn’t get far, collapsing into a pile of weak limbs and flowing tears.

“Baby, come on… please.” Dean went to her, falling down next to her head, listening in pain as she cried. “I’m sorry I screamed at you. I just- I don’t know what’s going on half the time anymore and I- You were standing in the middle of the road, talking to yourself. For fuck’s sake, Y/N, this can’t go on. You can’t go on like this.”

Tears calming but heart aching, Y/N pushed up and sat on her heels, wiping her cheek with her sleeve. “What are you saying? That you’re done with me?”

Dean startled. “What? No…”

“That I’m too much of a fucking burden and you’re over it?” Her voice grew with anger and resentment. “You don’t want to have to deal with the crazy girl anymore?”

Dean shook his head and sat forward, reaching for her. “Y/N, no. Stop it.”

“Oh, I’ll stop it.” She jumped to her feet. “I’ll leave you to get on with your life, Dean Winchester. God forbid anyone else have a fucking trauma around here but you or Sam! I’ll just leave you two to it, then, shall I? The Righteous Man and the Boy With The Demon Blood, twin fucking assholes!” She turned, ready to run, but Dean’s cell phone rang, throwing her off track.

He was frozen, staring at her as the ringtone blasted from his jacket pocket.

“Well?” she yelled, one hand waving towards the sound. “You gonna answer it?”

“I don’t know,” he said calmly. “You done yelling at me?”

Y/N crossed her arms and sneered. “Yes.”

Dean pulled the phone from his pocket and swiped, putting Sam on speaker.

“Hey. Where are you guys?”

Dean sighed. “Oh, just rolling around in a ditch by the side of the road. You?”

“What? Just get back here. Rowena’s got something.”

Y/N leaned in. “Rowena?”

Sam cleared his throat. “Yeah. I asked her to look into a few things for us. She, uh- Just get home soon as you can.”

Dean nodded and pulled the phone closer. “OK. On our way.”

As if he could sense her apprehension through the phone, Sam added, “Oh, Y/N? It’s a good thing.”

She scoffed and looked away. “Yeah, yeah.”

Dean ended the call and stuffed the phone back in his pocket. “You ready?” he asked, looking up at her.

Y/N nodded gently and held out her hand to help him up. He mostly jumped, but she helped a little.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

Dean licked his chapped lips and sighed. “Me too.”

After a glance that lasted a moment too long, Y/N turned and tried to start back for the car, but Dean refused to let her hand go.

“What are you doing?”

He turned his palm and pushed his fingers through hers, locking them together. “Not letting you go again,” he said, voice calm and sure.

Y/N smiled and Dean blushed as she stared at him, an adorable laugh shaking her shoulders. “So much for no chick flick moments…”

Dean gave her hand a tug as he walked off, pulling her behind him. “Yeah, shut up.”

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blackhood5533 · 3 years

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The Vendor

Hannigram AU—Will ran away with Hannibal to Europe and they’re sitting in a cafe that Hannibal wanted to introduce Will to...

Warnings: Fluff, domestic bois/husbandos, just wholesome really

“Have you been here before?” Will asked Hannibal, holding onto the straw hat on his head as a warm breeze blew by and ruffled his curls.

“Yes.”

“Often?”

“Occasionally.”

The pair were situated on a balcony, their table hanging over the busy Italian street below. But the view... by God the view was incredible.

Buildings after buildings and eons of architecture and history within the bricks could be seen in a beautiful puzzle of wood, clay, and stone that fit perfectly in one’s eye.

Will stole a peek at Hannibal, who sat leaned back in his chair, hair slightly longer, brushing his forehead as another gentle breeze rolled by. He wore a loose dress shirt and pants, shiny watch on his wrist and a matching ring on his finger that Will also donned.

He looked ethereal and completely perfect, fitting in with the European landscape easily.

Hannibal flitted his eyes towards Will and met Will’s cerulean eyes with a small smile.

“Will?”

“This all feels like a dream,” Will looked away from Hannibal and towards the street below. Cars beeped in the background and the smells of freshly baked bread and coffee filtered through his nose, “I feel like Jack might jump out at any second and... Take me back.”

Hannibal watched Will quietly as he contemplated, he blinked slowly and leaned forward, touching a hand to Will’s. Will looked back over at Hannibal, doubt still evident in his eyes.

“You know I won’t let that happen right?”

Will chuckled, but didn’t answer.

“I fought too hard for you to be snatched away from me so easily,” Hannibal continued and Will met Hannibal’s eyes shyly.

“Tell me, did the mongoose ever escape the snakes?”

Hannibal’s eyes crinkled with humor as he leaned back in his chair, arms folded with amusement.

“You tell me,” Hannibal said, sly smile never leaving his face.

“Let me ask another question then. Are you the snake, or are you the one who lives in the house?”

Hannibal cocked his head to the side and wet his lips, “Well, it is my house that I want you under.”

Will propped his chin up against his hand and let out a small sigh, “Then I guess instead of escaping the snakes, I ended up living in the house-,” Will flitted his bright eyes towards Hannibal’s darker ones, “-with you.”

The smile on Hannibal’s face only grew, “And it’s not so bad is it?”

“No it’s not.”

The waiter came by shortly and took Hannibal’s and Will’s order.

The two enjoyed the breeze and the comfortable silence that ensued. Hannibal’s hand covered Will’s and their rings glinted in the lazy afternoon sun.

After an unusually long time, Will looked over towards the counter of the cafe with pursed lips and a furrowed brow. He stood up but Hannibal held onto Will’s hand.

“What’s wrong Will?”

“Nothing, I’m just going to go ask something at the counter.”

“I can do it for you-“

“Hannibal,” Will smiled at his spouse, “I’ll be fine.”

Will walked up to the counter towards the cashier and for some reason, the cashier looked exasperated at Will.

Somewhere in the back of Will’s mind, he wondered if their order was delayed because they weren’t the typical heterosexual couple...

“Mamma Mia what took you so long??” The cashier said to Will in a whisper-shout. Will looked at the man with a confused look.

“What?”

“Why didn’t you come up here earlier? We’re you just going to wait until nightfall or something?” The cashier slapped a hand to his head and sighed heavily.

Out of the corner of his eye, Will saw Hannibal turn his attention to the counter with furrowed brows and Will turned to give him a wave, saying ‘everything’s ok.’

Hannibal pursed his lips but stayed put.

“Hey so, what’s the problem?” Will turned back to the cashier.

“I have a question for you,” The cashier said, leaning on the register like he was about to deal some drugs.

“Yes, we’re married.”

“Married?!” The cashier asked incredulously, “Since when? I’ve never seen you in my life.”

“Since a few months ago, is there a problem you’d like to tell me?” Will asked, confusion evident. This man’s reactions were more and more questionable as time went on.

“More like a secret,” The cashier said, “You see, your husband over there has been coming to this cafe every day since the start of last year, but ordering nothing but a cup of coffee, looking like a lost puppy.”

Will’s confused state became even more confused, “Last year? Everyday? He said he came here occasionally—Sir are you sure you’ve got the right man?”

“The right man?” The cashier said and closed his eyes, taking deep breaths as if to calm himself down, “It’s ok Vincenzo, this Americano isn’t doubting you, he’s just dumb-,”

Will looked at the man with a ‘seriously’ expression.

“-HOOOO, okay listen here, that man is the same man that’s been coming here everyday and then he suddenly stopped a few months ago, and now he’s back! With you,” The cashier pointed a finger in Will’s face.

“... Okay?”

“I asked him once. Once! What was bothering him, and from that day on, my ears were flooded about this man’s love life. Mio Dio I thought my ears were going to fall off.”

Will glanced back at Hannibal who looked out towards the street, unaware of the rollercoaster of a conversation Will was going through right now.

“He... Did?” Will asked, an uncontrollably sweet smile creeping onto his face.

“What are you doing? No-NO, don’t you dare smile at my suffering,” Vincenzo scolded, “Always talking about curly-haired Jesus or something, good god.”

“Well, thanks for telling me this,” Will said with a smile and Vincenzo rolled his eyes as he brought Will & Hannibal’s order up to the counter.

“I should be thanking you for taking away my suffering,” Vincenzo said inhaling deeply, “One more day and I would’ve ended it all,” He muttered.

Will chuckled to himself and brought their order to their table. Hannibal looked up as soon as Will placed the tray down.

“Is everything okay?” Hannibal asked, “Everyone was polite?” He asked with a glint in his eye.

“Yeah,” Will leaned over the table and placed a kiss on Hannibal’s cheek, “Everything’s perfect.”

#nbc hannibal #hannigram #murder husbands #willgraham #hannibal lecter

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Pastel Mafia

@quagmireisadora finished Chapter 2 - FINALLY! TT ^ TT

CHAPTER 1: A ROUGH DAY

CHAPTER 2: WHEN THE GOING GETS ROUGH

Kibum sighed as he entered his apartment. Leaning against the door as he took off his shoes. He glanced at the microwave clock he could see from where he stood: 2:18 am. He's got maybe three hours before he has to get up for his part-time job at Albert's, a fancy bakery in the upper east side, at the opposite end of town. He would love nothing better than to sleep in tomorrow, but Albert's paid the best out of all his part-time jobs, and he got tips.

Right now, he needed all the tips and extra hours he can get. His last roommate had bailed on him, leaving him with an entire two-bedroom apartment to pay. He had begged his landlord to let him pay for his half of the apartment and will get him the rest later.

Kibum remembered the call from St. John's collection department, he still owed them a portion of last month's installment. His fist clenched at the embarrassment of admitting to a total stranger he didn't even have five dollars to his name. His last one disappeared when he lost his wallet.

Kibum trudged to the tiny kitchen and pulled out the leftover Chinese from his bag, thankful that the shift manager had let him take home whatever portions were left. He popped the take out carton into the microwave and looked around his apartment, with its peeling paint and cold air - he had barely turned on the heater since winter began. He was sleeping with thick clothes on, the thermostat just above '5' at the dial.

Kibum's eyes landed on the syllabus stuck to the fridge. The tears exhaustion couldn't squeeze from him poured at the thought that he will have to stop school.

God, he was tired.

So tired - but life didn't care.

Kibum wiped his cheeks. Squaring his shoulders as he pulled the warmed up Chinese and dug in. No use in indulging his tears. He didn't have enough food to drown his feelings.

- O -

"Carlos Amarillo at 57, was confirmed to have passed away by his son, Gian Amarillo today. No details were given to what caused the business tycoon's sudden death. Amarillo, who was the head of the Amarillo Group conglomerate, was a noted businessman and humanitarian in the area -," Jinki tuned out the late night news, lips tightening at the praises.

"What a bunch of hypocrites," Taemin sneered at the TV. "Not a month ago, they wanted Amarillo's head for Hawthorne Bridge!"

"Had they pushed a little further, they would've found proof of involvement," Minho interjected.

"They would have gotten paid off or threatened," Jinki said, reviewing the report on the shipment of electronics that arrived yesterday. "Or found their contact dead."

"True," Minho agreed, swirling the scotch he had been nursing since the news started. "What do you think Junior will do?"

Jinki leaned back, loosening his tie. He'd never worked with Gian before. All he knew about the new head of the Amarillo was that he was in the business, and he was ambitious.

"I heard Gian was banished from the main family for running that side deal with Salazar," Jinki said, referring to a semi-prominent Mexican cartel. "So, I'm not sure if he's going to declare war or be open for business."

"My money is on declaring war," Taemin said, slurping an oyster. "If he wants to gain the respect of his father's men, he'll be doing just that. I mean, you did when you took over the business."

"Yeah, but Gian has a hater with his father's numero uno," Minho said, leaning over Taemin's oyster bucket to reach for the charcuterie board. "Rumor has it Vincenzo Benotti might be the old Amarillo's love child."

"Really?" Jinki asked Minho. "I've never heard of this."

"I'm not surprised," Minho shrugged before popping a cracker piled with pate and cheese into his mouth. "It's parlour game rumours; some drunken Amarillo lackey may have blabbed over drinks or said out of spite. You know how it is."

Jinki turned to his computer and pulled up the file on Carlos Amarillo. Under the 'Known Associates' directory, was a picture of Vincenzo. The man had black hair and brown eyes. Just like Amarillo Sr. Being Italian that didn't mean anything. But something about the slant of the man's jaw reminded Jinki of Carlos.

"Minho, investigate Vincenzo," Jinki ordered. "I want to know everything. What town his ancestors were from to the brand of their favourite red wine."

Jinki wasn't sure if he was seeing things, but it was worth investigating. Lovechild or not, Vincenzo might be vying for the top seat. Gian Amarillo could need some help with ensuring his position in the organization. His deal with Carlos Amarillo may not be as dead as he thought it was. On life support, but it looked like it could be revived.

He just needed to convince either Vincenzo or Gian that he would make a good ally despite the little fiasco last week. What're a few bullets between business partners? In their world, it was practically considered a nicety.

"By the way," Jinki suddenly remembered his pet project. "What do we have on the guy who saved my ass last week?"

- O -

Albert's was, as usual, teeming with yuppies, grabbing their trendy breakfast before heading off to work. Kibum rang up orders as fast as he could, but his mind still on the unpaid bills he needed to take care of. Kibum glanced down the line, trying to determine how much longer the rush was going to last. With detachment, he noted the quality of apparel Albert's clientele sported and envied the financial security, all of them exuded.

"A croissant and a large of your medium roast, please," a woman with flawless makeup and Gucci bag said, barely looking him in the face as she pulled out a Valentino wallet. Kibum punched the order in; $15.08 for Anna. A breakfast for Anna was Kibum's meal budget for 3-days, courtesy of his employee rate at the Dong Fan Chinese restaurant.

"An espresso please and the fruit and protein box," man in gleaming Rolex and Balenciaga briefcase ordered. His suit was probably Italian, ranging around $5,000.00 to $8,000.00, depending on the make—the leather briefcase around $2,000.00. The Rolex was at least $3,000.00. The guy's entire ensemble would have more than paid off his grandmother's hospital bill.

Sir, would you mind pawning me your Rolex so that I can get the hospital off my back? Kibum silently asked the yuppie who didn't bother leaving a tip.

"The yogurt parfait and medium-light roast, please," a red-head regular asked. The diamond engagement ring on her finger was so big; it was at least 2 carats with a platinum band encrusted with tiny diamonds. Kibum's entire year of schooling was sitting on that woman's ring finger.

Would you mind lending me your ring so I can enroll? Kibum asked the woman in his head as he flashed his practiced smile when she dropped a toonie in the tip jar. I would like to make more of my life than bussing tables and waiting on people. Please.

The next customer was dressed in a simple navy blue pinstripe suit. One could say the man didn't belong in the "fashionable" line. Working at Albert's for the past three years had taught Kibum how to size people at a glance. Gauging where they belong in the socio-economic ladder had become his weird expertise. Though the outfit was simple, borderline plain, the perfect fit of the shoulders and elegant drop of the knife-edge crease of the pants said tailored. The understated silver - most likely platinum - watch and leather loafers screamed old money.

"The blueberry muffin and a tall medium roast, please," the man said, handing Kibum a fifty dollar bill.

Kibum barely stopped an eye-roll. C'mon, dude, it's barely 8 am. Have a little sense, and don't drop a bill so large so early in the morning. "Sir, do you have a smaller bill?"

"No change?" the man asked an eyebrow raised.

"Unfortunately," Kibum said with a fake apologetic smile.

"Keep the change then."

"Sir, your total is $12.30," Kibum exclaimed.

"I don't have a smaller bill," the man said as he placed the bill on the counter and walked away.

"Sir -," Kibum called out, but the next customer stepped in front of him.

Kibum punched the payment on auto-pilot and dropped the change in the tip jar, almost feeling nauseous. That was hella over the top, and somehow assholish in its extravagance. But he was thankful for the extra cash he was going to get.

After his shift at Albert's, Kibum rushed to the bus stop for his afternoon shift at Dong Fan. The bus was pulling away from the curb when he arrived. Kibum gritted his teeth against the frustration surging through him. He was going to be late for his shift and that meant income loss.

Kibum took a deep breath to stifle the string of curses rising from his chest. He took out his phone to call the restaurant but noticed he had an email from St. John's. He was tempted to ignore it but tapped on the icon anyways.

Kibum blinked at the message. He scrolled up again to check the sender. Yeah, there it was, St. Johns Hospital. But something was wrong because the email contained a receipt for the amount he owed the hospital.

Confused, Kibum clicked on the phone number in the signature, brow furrowing as the call went through. After being transferred to accounting he asked about the status of his account.

"Your account is up to date."

"Excuse me?"

"Your balance was paid for in full yesterday."

"By whom?" Kibum asked still in disbelief, afraid to believe. "I didn't make the payment," Kibum said. "No one else would make the payment."

"Payment came in electronically from Jjinggu LLC," the agent answered. "It could be one of those angel-sponsors."

"What's an angel-sponsor?"

"They're anonymous individuals or organizations who will settle random accounts as part of their charity work."

"And you don't know their names at all?"

"No, I'm sorry. Payors are not required to identify themselves."

"Ok... but you're sure, they made the payment against my account?"

"Yes, sir," Kibum heard the operator's smile. "I'm one hundred percent sure, Mr. Kim."

"OK," Kibum whispered. "Thanks."

"Was there anything else I can help you with?"

"No, that's it."

Kibum disconnected the call, reeling from the relief. Tears pricked his eyes as the weight of the debt lifted off of his chest. Kibum cupped his hands over his phone, holding it against his forehead.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you," Kibum chanted in whispers, collapsing on the bus stop bench, trying to contain the tremors running through his body. Glad for a very long time he was alone.

#i did a thing #man what a struggle #why can't I finish chaptered works?!#how do y'all do it?#SHINee #jinki #onew #key #minho #taemin #fanfic #pastel mafia

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AGREEEE, WORKING OVER THE WEEKEND IS THE WORST esp since im in uni full time and i work 9-5 on the weekends which means... no breaks for me ever.. 🥲

MASSIVE CRUSH ON OIKAWA OMGGG I SUPPORT THIS!!!!! but i am unfortunately much older than 15 and still enamored by 2d men 😔 life’s rough like that HDJWKDJ YES ATSUMU CAUSES PROBLEMS ON PURPOSE.. HES THE WORST!! btw.. ive heard that the oikawa to atsumu stan pipeline is very real... so if u get to s4.. u may develop atsumu brain rot like me 👁_👁

OOO alright run on, extracurricular, vincenzo, true beauty, love alarm, & perfect crime. NOTED!! ive actually been meaning to watch extracurricular for a while now, it looks so interesting!! now that it has the wincore seal of approval i must watch 😤 OMGG SAKURADA DORI I SAW HIM IN ALICE IN BORDERLAND!! super good show but really gore heavy at some points 👁

ahh ok thank u for the reccs, ive been thinking about starting demon slayer too!! shoplifters sounds really interesting :oo crime??? i havent watched a full movie in a while so i will def check it out!! THESE R ALL GOING IN MY NOTES APP.

NEXT YEARRR omg it sounds far away but i know time passes so quickly nowadays so I WILL WISH U LUCK ONCE AGAIN 💛 i hope u update us when the time comes!!

UGHWHHD EVEN THIS SYNOPSIS IS MAKING ME MISS UR WRITING?!? I LOVE THE WAY U WORD IT... “given a choice to pretend, you find that jaehyun is the lesser of the two burdens to bear” AHHHHHHH omg “he’s in a relationship and doesn’t rlly care about the soulmate system” THIS IS ALWAYS SUCH A PAINFUL SCENARIO IN SOULMATE AUS PLSS!!! Wait is the soulmate of yn gonna be an oc/vague character or another member :O EITHER WAY... PAIN! THIS IS GETTING ME SO EXCITED AND U HAVENT EVEN MENTIONED ANYTHING ABOUT WHAT JAEHYUN’S LIKE IN THIS FIC YET

RUNWAY CHARACTER CAMEOOOS YESS I LOVE RUNWAY YN!!!! i actually reread it last night and ugh i was reminded how much i love yns personality... just the process of experiencing all tht self doubt with them!!! so real & makes u root for them :’)

“if jeno plays edward i need him to that apple scene like taemin did” WHHHHHWJDJJWJDBW THIS MADE ME CHOKE ON THE WATER I WAS DRINKING LMFAO

GODDDD THESE TROPE/MEMBER PAIRINGS, HARD AGREE HARD AGREE!!! HAECHAN AND RENJUN ARE E2L 100%!!!! i think bc the ppl in the bff2l category cant convincingly hate yn back LOL

“gets complimented on his lyricism often but like every song’s about you” STOPPPPP HES SO PERFDCT FOR THIS TROPE!!!!!

OMG I SEE EXACTLY WHAT U MEAN ABT SICHENG IN ROYALTY/CHAEBOL AUS... i think like u said it’s because of his poise & the way ppl are generally in awe of him but also bc of his reluctance to open up!! more reserved until he trusts u... funny and kind but sometimes perceived as aloof... those r some prince tendencies! “what are corporate businesses but modern day kingdoms” LMFAOOWJDJ SERIOUSLY THO

“mans really said i will not give you any onscreen idol personality to work with” HDJWJDJWJSJ LITERALLYYYY this is why i have trouble reading jaehyun fics sometimes bc sometimes they can feel “inaccurate” but its mostly just bc there’s no Standard Personality Stereotype to go off of. but a random & uncommon trope i think he’d pair well with is exes to lovers!! Yes im basically just a jaehyun + angst advocate.

“i think most of them would pair well with bff2l??” FACTTTTTTT and no im not just saying this bc its one of my favorite tropes.. heh... i think i told u this before?? but ur like the main reason i started enjoying e2l!!! i didnt like it before bc i love the PINING in bff2l but then i started reading ur works n was like OH SHIT! THERES LOADS OF PINING HERE TOO...

i think yangyang is not bff2l or e2l, he is in his own category which is Annoyer2Lover HDJWKDJ ex: troublemaker, wasted nights

OMGGGG I DID NOT EXPECT ROYALTY AU TO HAVE SUCH A LARGE LEAD IN THE SURVEY??? and cryptids is so low 😔😔 cmon guys, vampires r fun!!!

WE R LITERALLY WRITING ESSAYS TO EACH OTHER RN BUT I LOVE IT 🥺🥺 its a such a nice break to read ur response when im burnt out from studying!!

OMG IM GOING THROUGH #moonwrites AND IM LITERALLY AN IDIOTTTT IVE BEEN OFF TUMBLR FOR SO LONG I DIDNT REALIZE THAT ROMEO ROULETTE HAD A PREVIEW OUT????

“And I get what out of this?” “Me?” IM IN LOVE WITH THIS CHARACTERS PERSONALITY ALREADY LMFAOO

“—and when this whole game you’re playing is over, you’re going to say I rejected you.” ?!?!???? THE WAY JAEHYUN IS A LITTLE SHIT! THEIR PERSONALITIES ARE BOTH SO FUN PLSJWJDJEJ IM MORE EXCITED NOW!!

pls disregard the part in my last ask where i asked abt romeo roulette.... i had no idea all of the information i needed was sitting right in front of me 😔😔

- tata

WHAT 9 TO 5 ON EVERY WEEKEND???? the system has failed you this honestly feels like a villain origin story 😭 when does it get better???

ALSO let me answer the other asks separately for better readability lol we really out here writing essays GOOD THING i have practice writing but like. this is infinitely better to write 🥰

PLSSS SOMETIMES I WILL SEE AN EDIT/TIKTOK OF OIKAWA AND BE LIKE DAMN I REALLY NEED TO CATCH UP I MISS THIS MF also are you daring me to ruin my life for 2d men bc i will do it without hesitation. wait till i watch hq again and get that atsumu brainrot with you he seems annoying enough for me to like ^_^

AND YES PLS I WAS SO ABSORBED IN IT!! extracurricular was the most gripping show i’ve watched in a while like yes enough teen romance give me two unhinged teenagers doing crime 🤩 AND OMG??? THAT’S WHERE WE SAW HIM TOO and although niragi was literally vomit-inducing human trash, sakurada dori is like. a good actor. except i hated coffee&vanilla which starred him it was literally so cringe i couldn’t 😭 i blame the writers for that though. IM EXCITED FOR S2 OF ALICE IN BORDERLAND THO i really like horror (and i can tolerate gore if ive been desensitized enough) and like i read the manga too!!! the games were really interesting (although morbid).

😭😭 MY NOTES APP IS FULL OF RECS FROM FRIENDS ALL OF THEM HATE ME FOR NOT WATCHING THE SHOWS BUT LIKE. i binge 3 or 4 at a time and strike them off and then go 6 months without watching a single tv series hhh.

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I SURE WILL UPDATE !!! it’s so exciting to think about grad school sometimes :33

AHHH IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT AND THE PREVIEW TOO SGSDJKDS there’s a few differences in the actual fic i think bc i changed up the language (and i dont remember what else bc i refuse to look at my writing) JAEHYUN RLLY IS A LITTLE SHIT he’ll be like hm yeah im pretty chill :) and then proceed to beat yn at her own game at times. (she wins mostly dw) the fact that i made her soulmate cha eunwoo like girl if i were you i’d crash their relationship 🥱 (jk) but like. jaehyun too is 🤩 despite being dry af

ASDKDSKDS YOU REREAD ALL (ALMOST) 19K WORDS ??? IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE THAT FIC SM AAAAHHH IM FEELING LIKE AN ACTUAL AUTHOR 🥰 i loved runway yn too they were like boss attitude with 20% anxiety.

LOOK JENO BETTER BE PULLING MOVES LIKE THAT TO IMPRESS THE GIRLS 😤 if he hits himself in the forehead with the apple, bonus points bc that was true comedy (as invented by taemin)

AND YES. LIKE I KNOW MARK HATED DONGHYUCK SO MUCH HE WANTED TO LEAVE SM BUT LIKE HE’S TOO NICE WITH EVERYONE ELSE 😭😭😭 i cannot picture him pissed off apart from that summer fight </3

thinking about dejun getting rejected by a girl he wrote a song for. rip brother.

IM GLAD YOU PUT THAT INTO WORDS BC THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT IT IS!!! he’s got all of these regal qualities but he’s still human ykyk so it makes for the most amiable person on earth 😌 i love this characterization of him!!

oof exes to lovers with jaehyun... i had a similar idea a while ago (with theme song sincerity is scary by the 1975) that i discarded bc i don’t think i’m cut out to write that 😭 (YET) so i will keep this is mind. u r so right about jaehyun feeling inaccurate bc it’s like he’s very mild in personality onscreen sometimes?? so him having strong personality traits makes me go 🤔🤔 that man is overreacting. (jkjk but like you get the idea)

WAIT RLLY OMG BC OF ME???? i would never enjoy e2l irl bc irl dudes are 🤢🤢 and if they annoy me i will end them. but in fiction the mutual pining and initial disgust at yourself for liking the other??? helllooo 🤩🤩🤩 especially if it’s in a romcom style <3 bff2l is also better in fiction bc if the relationship doesnt work out irl and the person become uncomfortable with me i will just get annoyed jskshdl

LMAO YOU ARE SO RIGHT ABOUT YANGYANG HE’S JUST THAT™ DUDE skgkhs he feels like someone fun to hang out with but he would annoy you the whole time. also he is cute 🥰

AND EXACTLY!!!! IM HAPPY FOR ROYALTY AUS BUT CMON. LOOK AT THOSE VAMPIRE TEETH. feel like media ruined vampires for people 😔

THIS IS SUCH A NICE BREAK FROM STUDYING HONESTLY!!!! im like working on two semi-large projects AND studying course and out-of-course material simultaneously so my brain is a little fried. thank u for this 😘

#tata 💖#anon #answered

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Gokudera slowly registered the sound of beeping and hushed whispers. His eyes seemed to be glued shut and his throat felt as if he had been gargling glass shards.

At this point, he just wanted to bang his head against the wall. Why was being dead so damn difficult? Didn’t Fate have enough fun screwing him over while he was alive?

Rating: T

Warnings: swearing

Pairings: mild 8059

For @10th-vongola (thank you for the wonderful comments you have left on the end is my beginning) and @short-story-slam

Gokudera slowly registered the sound of beeping and hushed whispers. His eyes seemed to be glued shut and his throat felt as if he had been gargling glass shards.

At this point, he just wanted to bang his head against the wall. Why was being dead so damn difficult? Didn’t Fate have enough fun screwing him over while he was alive?

With an incredible amount of effort, he forced his eyelids open a crack and let out a hiss of displeasure at the light that was attempting to sear through his cornea. The lights immediately dimmed.

Interesting, could he actually manipulate things here with his mind? And where the fuck was the baseball freak? He should be yammering a mile a minute in Gokudera’s ears by now.

He forced his eyes all the way open. And found himself staring up at a familiar ceiling he had not seen in over 6 years. Gokudera froze. This could not be happening. He took back everything bad he had said about the baseball freak and his school, he’d rather be there, or anywhere else actually, than here. Please let him be mistaken.

“Hayato,” whispered someone.

The mattress sank on his left, the person sitting near his stomach. Gokudera blinked away the water that had started to build up behind his eyes and drew in a shuddering breath. He felt far too alive for someone who was dead. Was this his punishment? Had the talk with the baseball freak sent him past the Purgatory that had been the middle school?

“Hayato I’m so glad you’re ok,” the voice breathed out. A hand reached out and gently brushed his hair off his forehead before a straw nudged his lips. He automatically sipped, the cool water soothing his aching throat. His eyes were kept fixed on the ceiling, tracing the remnants of the explosives he used to work on.

Gokudera groped around for the person’s wrist. Finding it, he squeezed it almost painfully and asked in a strangled whisper, “Are you dead too?”

The person huffed lightly. “No, neither of us are.”

“How?” asked Gokudera, his grip never loosening.

“The medics barely reached on time. And you have a really strong will,” was all that was said.

The two maintained the strange tableaux for what simultaneously felt like an eternity and a mere second before the door opened with a sharp creak. The person gently disentangled Gokudera’s grip and squeezed his hand before standing up and walking out.

“Sis,” Gokudera croaked out just before the door shut. Bianchi paused at the threshold and watched her brother who was still determinedly staring at the ceiling. “I’m glad you’re ok too.”

Bianchi let her lips curve up before closing the door softly behind her, leaving the new visitor alone with Gokudera. Who promptly sat where Bianchi had.

“How are you feeling Hayato?”

Gokudera ignored the man. He wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. This was precisely what he had feared when he had woken up. Dammit, if only his body would stop feeling like it weighed twice as much as it did, then he could possibly make a break for it out the window. He was much taller now and he knew how to cushion the fall far better than his younger self did.

“Son -”

“Don’t fucking call me that,” Gokudera snapped.

Vincenzo sighed. In some aspects they were very much alike, no matter how much Gokudera liked to pretend otherwise. Grudge-holding was one of them.

“Thank you, for looking out for your sister.”

Gokudera snorted and turned to face the other side of the room, “Yeah well I didn’t fucking do it for you.”

“I know that,” said Vincenzo amusedly. “But thank you anyway.”

The room once again fell silent. Gokudera felt his skin crawl. What the hell was he here for? Was this some life-debt thing that the asshole was hanging over him? He felt like his scared and angry 8-year-old self more than ever. He hated it, he didn’t want to be helpless anymore. He refused to be.

“What the fuck do you want?”

Vincenzo ignored him. “How much do you know about the Dying Will Flames?”

Gokudera finally tore his eyes away from the wall and glared at the man who he refused to acknowledge as his father. “Whatever was taught to me by your tutors,” he sneered. “Didn’t have much time for flame education as a hitman.”

Vincenzo raised an eyebrow. “Perhaps I should have rephrased my question, what do you know about soulbonds?”

The silver-haired teen was left speechless. Was this guy trying to pull his leg?

“What the fuck are you talking about? Do you think I’m an idiot?”

"So nothing then,” concluded Vincenzo.

He shifted to look at Gokudera. “You already know that flames are a high-density form of energy refined from one's own life-force, and that they are graded according to their purity, which is directly proportional to the strength of the individual's resolve.”

"What is hardly known, even within the mafia, is that flames are essentially the link between our bodies and our souls. You wonder why you’re alive, no?”

Gokudera gaped at Vincenzo. What - how - what did he know about the experience he’d had?

"Valentina and I are soulmates.”

Oh now that was fucking rich, coming from the man who had cheated on her with Gokudera’s mother.

Catching the incredulous look thrown in his direction, Vincenzo laughed. “Soulmates don’t have to be romantic Hayato. There’s no one true love out there waiting for you. Soulmates can be platonic or familial too. Valentina and I are platonics, we love each other, but we’re not in love with each other.”

“Why the fuck did you marry then?”

Vincenzo shrugged. “Others, like you, assumed that we were romantically linked. Politics. Mutual benefit. Take your pick. We never claimed to be in love, and we were perfectly fine with each other spending time with others. We simply fulfilled our duties as expected. But I digress.”

“A soulmate is simply someone whose soul is highly compatible with yours. Think of souls as having different wavelengths; a compatible soul is one which has a similar frequency to yours. The key idea is resonance.”

He paused before continuing, “If there is a regret strong enough to bind your soul to this world, your flames will search for a soul which resonates with yours. To provide an additional anchor, while the body is on the mend. Usually, the regrets of such souls are dangerously similar.”

Dangerously similar? What the heck did that mean?

“I assume it is some form of balance,” said Vincenzo. “From the little we found out, generally the person who’s compatible has no compunctions about their own death. A person who has no fear of their own demise but holds a similar regret to the one who should have already died.”

No. There was no fucking way that was true. The baseball freak was fine! He was...he was...fine, wasn’t he? Gokudera recalled with horror the last time he had seen the teen. The smile that was always a little too wide and the laugh that was a little too cheerful being dropped for the blank mask with empty eyes. He remembered thinking that it was a testament to the people Yamamoto had been raised by that he had managed to fool the people around him.

Oh fuck.

They were both so achingly lonely.

Vincenzo watched the emotions flash across his son’s face. Ah, so he had finally figured it out.

“Connection, isn’t it,” said Gokudera slowly. “The whole point of the soulmate is building a human connection. A reason to live.”

The Don let his mouth twitch into a small smile and nodded.

Ah double fuck.

Gokudera shot up and stumbled out of bed, attempting to yank the IV line out of his hand, “I need to get to him! Who knows what that idiot would have done?!”

Vincenzo’s hand closed around Gokudera’s wrist, bringing the storm to a halt. Gokudera glared fiercely. Vincenzo returned an even stare.

“You’re of no use if you’re about to fall over in 5 minutes.”

“But I-” protested Gokudera.

“I know,” Vincenzo’s eyes softened. “I know how it feels. We’ll get you to him.”

“I promise.”

#chaptersinprogress #short story slam 2019 #katekyo hitman reborn #khr #gokudera hayato #gokudera #yamamoto takeshi #yamamoto #bianchi #fanfiction #fanfic #yamamoto/gokudera #gokudera/yamamoto #8059 #connection

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e-spexially · 5 years

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If you don't want to read this whole thing, I've provided the audio reading of it. I suggest giving it a listen, it adds a whole different and more unsettling mood

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I’d like to share with you all an incident that actually happened in my little home town. When it first happened, I was pretty young, so I just picked up bits and pieces from hearing adults talk. But that was rare. It’s like they thought, whatever happened, there was something in it that had to be shameful. It always scared the heck out of me when they did whisper about it. Now, after what happened here and knowing more, it’s even scarier.

For me, it started when I was nearly ending my shift at the clinic one night. It was a gloomy evening. We’d had a hunting accident earlier, but otherwise it was quiet. Mitch Lemieux, this guy who owns a garage on Cartier Blvd, five-time arm-wrestling champ down at the Caribou bar, comes in panicking, looks spooked out of his mind. Never seen him so much as flinch before that. So I’m expecting some serious carnage.

He’s shouting for help, so I call two EMTs to go out with him. They come back with a half-naked girl. Her clothes are torn to ribbons and what’s left of them is soiled. She has cuts, bruises, and like pond scum or something over her. She has this deadness in her eyes like nothing I’ve ever seen.

They get her in a blanket, a stretcher and take her away. Everyone in the waiting room is standing now and the only sound is Mitch panting. Because everyone knew that girl was Chantal Norman. The same Chantal who’s been missing for twelve years.

Since then, I’ve found out a lot more details about her disappearance. I had to. I got specifics wherever possible. I’m going to lay them out here.

The Girls Who Went Away

I may have heard more talk than some as a kid because my big sister, Virginia, was friends with Chantal and the other two, Jenna and Lise. She was supposed to hang out with them one weekend. I remember she was talking about it all week. I guess Chantal’s parents were out of town, so she was excited.

When Thursday came around, she starts saying she doesn’t feel like going anymore. My Mom questions her, asks if she’s had a fight with the girls, that sort of thing. Even if she’s pregnant. Virginia got upset and left the table, saying, “You don’t understand.”

By Saturday, she was starting to cry all the time for no good reason. She finally told my parents she knew something bad was going to happen that weekend. “They’re going to die, Mom!” she said. That sticks in my memory like it was yesterday. She was so certain it gave me chills. But nobody believed her.

On Monday, Virginia came home from school hyperventilating. My Mom could hardly get a word out of her. When she did, it was, “They’re gone!”

Soon the story was all the town could talk about. The three girls disappeared that Saturday night. Had Virginia gone, she would’ve been the fourth.

The night of the disappearance, Maestro’s Pizza had a call from Chantal’s phone at 8:47pm for pizza. The driver recorded the delivery at 9:20pm. He said the girls looked ok when he delivered the pizza. All three were at the door. He said it seemed like one of them kept looking behind her, like someone else was there. He couldn’t see anyone.

A receipt from a nearby liquor store was timestamped 9:39pm. The clerk recalls only seeing Jenna and Lise. (Chantal was not yet 18, so that may have been why.) They did not seem distressed to him, although one kept checking her watch.

At 10:14pm and 10:17pm, two calls were found in Chantal’s phone records. Neither call was local. One was to a law office three-hundred miles away. The recorded voicemail was one minute and sixteen seconds of breathing. The second call was to a residence on Prince Edward Island. The woman who answered the phone said the caller asked, “Is he there?” and hung up before she could get clarification. She’d never heard of Chantal and had no idea why Chantal would be calling her. The law office said the same.

That was the last confirmed time anyone heard from Chantal, Jenna, and Lise.

At 11:29pm a 911 call was placed from an unknown phone. A woman is heard whispering, “Send someone, please.” And when the dispatcher asks where, she says, “We don’t know” and the call drops. None of the girls’ parents could say it was their daughter. It may have been a coincidence.

The next day, after not being able to reach her daughter or Chantal, Lise’s mother calls for a wellness check. At 5:45pm on Sunday, police arrive. Chantal’s home is locked up. No signs of a break-in or a struggle. The alarm system was in ‘Home’ mode. The cars were still parked outside. The girls’ phones had been left on the table, one was even left charging. Nothing had been stolen. Slices of pizza were out on the coffee table, partially eaten. Half-drunk drinks were beside the plates.

It’s like they’d just been in the middle of having a good time, drinking, listening to music, when they suddenly dropped everything and ran off. It’s not even clear how they locked up, because the house keys were found on the kitchen counter.

Nobody could understand it. But there was a bad feeling about the whole thing. Even the cops say they felt “dread” when they approached the home. They felt what Virginia had felt before: that something terrible happened.

The usual events that surround missing girls followed. Much of the community helped search surrounding wooded areas. Signs were put up everywhere, all the way to Montreal. It must’ve cost a ton. The bay was searched and a body was found. It turned out to be someone else. In fact, I believe that body was never positively identified.

Police questioned everyone who knew the girls. Family, friends, neighbors. Nobody saw anything, heard anything particularly suspicious. They questioned Virginia a few times about why she didn’t spend the weekend with them as planned and why she wasn’t helping with the searches. To the latter, she said, “It’s too late.”

The Case Gets Stranger

That’s when the weird stuff started to come out. I think every case that’s low on leads like this is going to have some degree of strange tips that go nowhere. But these strange tips went somewhere. This is the stuff that made people not so keen to talk about it.

The first strange report was from an old man, an ex-cop, in a town an hour away. The night the girls disappeared, he was having trouble sleeping. This was around 1 am, he says. While he’s taking a leak, he thinks he hears someone in his yard. It sounded like it might’ve been giggling. Figuring it was kids, he ran out with a bat just to scare them. When he got to his backyard, which backs up to the tree line, he saw three girls holding hands and running single file into the woods.

He ran after them, because there’s a lot of woods back there. He was afraid they’d get lost or hurt. When he got to the woods, he couldn’t find them. They were just gone. He felt stupid about the whole thing, so he kept it to himself. Until he heard three girls had gone missing.

A search was conducted in the area, dogs brought in, but nothing was ever found to say the girls were actually there. It creeps me out thinking about it, because, if it was them, why would they be there? It’s a long walk from Chantal’s home to this town. Why would they walk all that way to wander into the woods?

Chantal’s parents were questioned repeatedly if they’d received demands. Someone said they’d seen Chantal’s father meeting with some men in black suits the week before the girls disappeared. They were getting into a black car when he’d been spotted. Chantal’s dad was a roofing contractor, so top secret meetings wouldn’t have been his thing. He denied it at first. Later he said they were hardware salesmen. So why’d he start by lying? What hardware salesmen act like that?

It didn’t help their case that Chantal’s mother believed the girls were dead. She said it was because of something that happened while she was out of town. At the hotel where she was staying, three birds got into the lobby the same night the girls disappeared. Staff got a 40 foot ladder to get the birds down, but when they got up there, the birds were nowhere to be seen. “Why exactly three birds? That was their spirits. They’re with God now.” That’s what she used to tell people.

I guess that brought her comfort. Someone told Virginia about it once and she said, “They’re nowhere near God…”

Some people shared that opinion because, when police went through their search history, there was a lot of odd stuff you wouldn’t expect popular, cheerleader types to be into. There was a lot of occulty stuff and conspiracy theories. One weird search phrase stood out on the report, “can a TV signal make you do things” and variants on it. The last item in Chantal’s history, at 10:01pm, was for a mountain cottage in Arkansas.

They were in contact with someone with the handle ThePrince. Not many details of those interactions came out. I heard from someone in the police department that he was telling them to do things. There was only one of those he felt he could tell me: this guy had asked them to do something to Virginia. He wanted them to bring her out to this old woodshed back behind the yellow house on Nelson Rd. That was supposed to happen the night they disappeared. “Think about it,” he told me. “What do you think would’ve happened to your sister if she went that night? What would’ve happened?” His look told me this was something that kept him up at night thinking about it. I know the feeling.

They were never able to track down who this ThePrince was, from what I understand. Efforts to contact him online failed.

One of their mutual friends heard Chantal talking about some guy named ‘Vincenzo.’ How Vincenzo knew everything and told them things nobody’s supposed to know. She said Chantal told her Vincenzo took them out to a secret place. Another friend said while sitting with some other friends he saw Chantal talking on her phone at school. She was talking for five minutes or so. She came back and said it was Vincenzo. But everyone at the table swore she didn’t even have a phone in her hand. She was just facing the wall, talking. Whether real or made up, Vincenzo was another dead end.

And there were sightings of the girls everywhere. Sometimes locally, but some claims came from as far as Vancouver and even Australia. Sometimes in the woods, sometimes walking along the street, at the beach. Someone said he was sure it was Chantal who begged him for money in Toronto. Someone else said they saw the girls along the street on a vacation to Mexico. She said the girls retreated into the crowd when she called to them. “Why would they run away like that?” she asked.

Maybe the strangest was a guy who could point to some photos he and his wife had taken at a party. In the background, two girls and part of a third that looked just like them. The thing is, the photos were at a watch party for the fall of the Berlin Wall. The girls were infants at the time those pictures had been taken.

There was a lot mysterious about this case. Why’d they disappear? How’d they get where they were going? Was someone else involved? Where’d they go? Were they dead? The odds of them still being alive were extremely low. Nobody believed we’d ever see them again. With the reappearance of Chantal, the question now was: Where have they been for the past twelve years? And where are the others?

Chantal

Mitch told me, officers, everyone who’d listen, how he found her. He’d been out on his own land—his father’s land, technically, acres and acres of it going way back into the woods—hunting deer. He was up in his stand, way back there, having a few beers. He saw some movement far off in the trees. He was ready to take a shot, but something made him hold on. Just the way it’s moving. Too slow and unsteady for a deer, even a wounded one. It’s a sickly walk. He keeps watching as it comes closer. It’s a person, he’s sure. He’d normally be furious someone was trespassing. But this is too weird. She’s slowly walking straight toward the tree where his stand is and he can now see it’s this half-naked, beaten girl.

“Wherever she’s been, I don’t ever wanna go there,” he told me that night. Sent a shudder right through me. He reeked of something, like a scorched tar smell. And all I could think was that she’d been to hell and back.

The ER docs concluded she was physically ok. She needed food and warmth, but otherwise just bruised up. What she needed was psychological evaluation.

Whatever peace and quiet she had in her room ended quick. Police arrived to question her, her parents (now divorced) were called, and they all wanted to know where she’d been, if she was ok. She still had that dazed, mindless look, even with her mother caressing her.

When she finally spoke, she gave an address. They tried to get her to say more, but that’s all she’d tell them. Just the address. It was a local one, on the other side of town past the old drive-in. Not many people live out that way anymore.

Police sent someone to the address immediately, hoping the other girls would be there. I found out from a friend that they had trouble finding it because the yard was so overgrown that the house number was covered. The house itself was sagging, a rotten old house with busted out windows.

Two cops were checking it out and even with two of them, both armed, the place made them nervous. They go inside and find an old mattress and a bunch of dolls on the floor. They heard a thudding sound from upstairs. One of them went up to check it out, while the other looked around downstairs.

The one upstairs went room to room looking for the source of the noise. He comes to one room where he sees the window shutters are open. He thinks he’s seen this in the movies before: it’s just the wind. What next, a cat jumps out? So he goes and closes the shutters. Then it occurs to him. There isn’t any wind.

He searches the upstairs and finds no-one there. He runs downstairs and asks his partner if he’s seen anyone. He hasn’t. He’s been flipping through a book he found. It’s a book about the Nazis with polaroids of children between the pages. They decide to get out of the creepy place and come back in daylight. On the way out, they both notice the back door’s been opened. They were sure it was shut when they’d arrived.

Investigators looked all over the property the next few days. One of the upstairs rooms has a lot of bloodstains. They’re tested and come back inconclusive. The polaroids are reviewed, but no-one recognizes the children. There wasn’t even a hint that Chantal or the others had been in that house. They can’t figure out why Chantal was so fixated on that address.

The owner of the house, according to records, made the purchase in 1974. Nobody in town had ever seen or heard of this person. More, as far as police could determine, this person didn’t exist. Others still living in the area say they’ve seen vehicles at the home before, years back. Never the same vehicle twice. But they never met anyone.

Hospital staff left Chantal’s mother stay with her the rest of the night. She didn’t want to leave her side. She was afraid of losing her again, perhaps. One of the nurses heard her mother asking her, “Where were you all that time, Chantal?” and saying things like, “You don’t look a day older.” And Chantal said, “I wasn’t anywhere.”

Technically my shift was over, but with what happened, I stayed on to help. And I was nosey. I didn’t try to go visit Chantal. I never really knew my sister’s friends. So I was surprised when I heard Chantal wanted to see me. I figured it would have to do with Virginia and I was right. She asked me if Virginia could come see her.

I just imagined how much she missed her friends and family after all this time, so I was quick to promise I’d try my best. Virginia had left town eleven years ago. She rarely even called. Something about the incident changed her. But I had her number, of course, so I called and told her everything that happened.

Up to, “She’s been asking to see you, V. Maybe she’ll tell you more.”

I was sure she would say she’s hopping on a plane. Instead, she said, “Chantal is dead. They’re all dead. They’ve been dead all this time.”

I said, “V, I was looking right at her. She spoke to me. She’s on an IV drip. She’s alive.”

“I don’t know who or what that is. All I know is if I come home, I’ll never be seen again.”

And she hung up. I called back a few times. She wouldn’t answer. My parents couldn’t believe it. She wouldn’t answer for them either. I couldn’t go face Chantal with that news, so I just went home.

I spent the night beating myself up about it. I could hardly sleep. Around 3am I heard faint knocking on my front door. All sorts of ideas went through my mind. What if Virginia decided to fly in after all?

Before I could go to the door to look, my phone rang. It was Virginia. I answered and asked right away if that was her at the front door. She told me she had a bad feeling and woke up in tears, sure something had happened to me.

“Don’t answer the door,” she said. “Please.”

I didn’t. I heard the knock again and I didn’t answer. V and I weren’t close. But I trusted her. I spent the rest of the night hiding in my own home, because she really freaked the shit out of me.

I found out the next day that Chantal had gotten out of her bed during the night, around 2:45am, while her mother slept. Hospital cameras show her walking out calmly, nobody notices. And just like that, she disappeared again. Nobody’s seen her since. No idea where she went after leaving the hospital, and still no idea where she’d been for the past twelve years. There’ve been searches, but I’m sure it’ll be all dead ends again.

#scary stories #reddit #this literally scared the shit oit of me the first time I heard it #its so good

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still-with-koo · 6 months

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hi lilo~ 1-5 for the ask game!!

hi mj!! oh, interesting questions 👀

1.) describe yourself through the eyes of a stranger?

hmmm idk how to answer this one 🤔 if you saw me on a random day on a train, you’d probably notice i’m pretty tall, quiet/reserved, wearing something minimalistic (usually monochrome, these days my long overcoats), and i tend to smile a lot at strangers while somehow always being on the verge of tears lol. i think that sums it up?

2.) what is a quality you’d like to change about yourself?

um, crying too much 🤣 i’m overly sensitive. the tiniest little thing will hurt me for a really long time and i wish i could change that

3.) what is your worst potential fear for the future?

that i won’t reach my potential. or that i will, and that it will not be anywhere near where i thought it would be

4.) which television series do you use as a form of escapism?

oh, every single one. kdramas in general. i just finished vincenzo, and it gets 100% ratings for escapism. it’s perfect. when i like a show, i’m all in. right now i’m watching strong girl nam soon & castaway diva, both are really good so far

5.) share a secret about yourself?

i feel like i shared a few already 🤣 ok, um here’s another one. i was engaged a few years ago and i was the one to break it off. everytime someone asks me about it, i act as if i’m totally happy i ended it but the truth is sometimes i really miss him and wish i could turn back time and go through with it :( i can’t picture myself being married (honestly hate the idea of marriage) but he was a perfect match for me. i was just too stubborn and stupid to see it then

ask me something!

#ah i’m feeling a lil emotional tonight don’t mind me haha #thanks for asking! 💕#mj <3 #ask games #letters to lilo

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vertigoambrosia · 6 years

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i’m gloomy and outside is gloomy let’s watch three count

since SOMEBODY is not a fan of weekly shows anymore..

mike pls you’re like 40 and rambo is like 3 feet tall you’re not gonna fuck up anybody

HAHAHA AHMED WITH THE BURN

‘see ladies the problem is you’ll never get that match because my brother mike is a little baby bitch’

seriously though mike’s misogyny is pretty over the top

not in that it’s unbelieveable, but unconmfortable

ok ben to be fair male lions don’t actually do that much so tarkan’s already ahead

‘cautious wangling’ do germans think ‘wangle’ is a word

i feel like axel used it once

ohhh that was a nice lil wipe transition

oops i wasn’t paying attention so i have noidea why

OH THE CASTING AGENT

LMAOOOOOOOOO SHE TOTES WANT TO BANG HIM AND HE DOES NOT UNDERSTAND

this commercial will be shot in her bedroom

very minimal crew

vincenzo pls

hahaha benji shuffling out of frame

hahaha i was about to make a joke about elp not understanding german

how is benji both a sausage boy and a giraffe boy

‘the debrecen sausage boy’ is an amazing nickname

hahaha i like how the commentator is mad that benji’s going up against pascal because that’s mean

i hope that wasn’t all the plot this week cause while i def care about this match i do not about the 4 way main

awww benji

ah i guess we’re goiung straught into the main...there’s like half an hour left so there’s def gonna be more plot though

i hope

it really is to the show’s detriment that the matches have like, nothing to do with the current story

kris jokic is smol and cute

real talk i am not paying attention to this match i’m not really in the mood for plotless spotfests

man i hope wxw has english versions of inner circle or day 1 up by now...but probably not

i feel llike this scene would come off better and less cheesy if it weren’t in english

i suppose acting in another language is hard...

ok that last less plot that i wanted

awww vincenzo

‘ahmed pls make people come to me’

olaf pull yourself together

ok wtf is happening now

ok but i could have had actual plot instead of this

like the short credits weirdness was cute because like, whatever, it’s the credits, but this is like a full five minutes of not that funny of a joke

welp whatever next episode’s title is a great tarkan line and we’ll get to see either pascal reacting to lucky getting the part, or lucky discovering the casting agent just wants him for his wildness

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woozi · 3 years

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henlo yza <3 ,

hdjdkd i don't really have much knowledge abt different techniques & kind of dances so when the steps match the lyrics i'm like '!!! wow yes i love it' fhdjdjskks also bc i've grown up watching these kind of dances only so my that's what i tend to notice first hdjdjddk it is also one of the reason why i decided to stan svt dwc, oh my, thanks & our dawn is hotter than day's choreo details really impressed me.

maybe vincenzo is your svt club & ur so valid for that <3 hddjdjekek also pls don't say sorry!! you can talk abt it as much as you want i like knowing what you think. i'll let you know how was it for me when i complete it. & no homecha hasn't ended yet (idk if there are 16 or 14 eps i haven't checked) it does come on weekends, counting this sunday's ep, we're at 12th rn.

i get that fjdjdkkd i used to be the same 😭 always waiting for dramas to end so i can binge watch because not knowing what happens next would kill me. but idk when this happened, my will to watch anything died down bc the eps are just there, available for me to watch anytime. im like 'i'll watch it next time' but next time never comes 💀. this year i've watched no-air ones only hdjssj very surprising for me ( also my wack memory & svt content supports me by forgetting abt it after weekend ends dhdjdkkd) anyway i'm very excited to see how you like homecha!

CHURCH BOY JOSH HDHDJDDKKSLSDJ church boy josh, cringe domestic boy, joshua numbers. we've come up with so many nicknames for him in few asks only 😭😭 dbdjksksk deserve actually. BUT SO TRUE I STILL HAVE NO WORDS FOR HIM. THAT WAS- JUST- WOW OKAY WE SEE YOU 😭😭and dino lip piercing and hoshi eyebrow slit..... so sexy of them. cb concept pictures haven't come out yet & they're already shinning!! love to see that. also now we have gyu and hoshi's wedding reception pictures & cottagecore hannie (with that collarbone picture right in middle >:( wth mister but also hbd ig <3) being added in the equation.

IM CRYINGGGGGG THEY LOOK SO CUTE THEY ARE SO CUTE NOO 😭😭💔 HOW HAVE I NEVER SEEN THESE COVERS WTH (being the ex-directioner and all dhdjkdsksk). I SMILED SO WIDE WATCHING THEM <///3 it's been so long since i heard one thing wow lol. but! this means they know who zayn is. thank you for this jdjssk this is going to keep me happy for some time hdjdke. SUNDAY MORNING EHJEJEKE 😭 thank you <3 dndjdj

IKR???? IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS CB I'M ALSO EXCITED TO EXPERIENCE IT WITH YOU. agreee truly bless svt for helping keeping us from losing it over life (by making us lose it over them) tbh sometimes it worries me too with the way contents keep dropping but just now in these unit interviews being released, perf unit shared how they have ppl who encourage them to be okay with their tiredness. things like that put me at ease. hope they rest well from time to time too. honestly just looking at their tour schedules i used to get tired because these dudes used to have more shows and less day offs and some of them being used to just move from one city to another. i hope in coming years pledis changes that lol.

sameee for the poster release hdjdkeek. also even though there was scheduler, i forgot abt the concept trailer 😭 it was raining & bcoz of that power was out as well & i don't use data dhdjdkdk. i think 5 minutes after 12 kst power came back (you can say joshu's sparkler brought it back hdjdjdks) it literally left me speechless. yk that meme ' everyone remembers what they were doing & where they were when it happened ' that's me & you with this cb hfjdkd honestly that's everyone with this cb me thinks.

seventeenies bringing the grass to you w their posts djdjkd ( btw you can always tell me if silly little jokes get out of hand i wouldn't ever like to make you uncomfy) but seriously i hope uni doesn't give you hard time. don't worry much just keep moving forward, at some point whatever is making you feel stuck will move away eventually.

is it that obvious? 😭😭😭😭 no i don't like rain at all dhjddk (i actually didn't dislike it as much during teens) mostly because road drainage system sucks here & we live in lower area so even moderate rain causes water logging. i'd give you some rain but this one's bad so i won't </3 ( as if i could if it were the good one 💀) stay hydrated!!! drink two sips of water everytime you hear dino laugh, i hope it cools a little soon.

that's what being on tumblr since 2012 does to you 😭 ALSO UR SO FUNNY PLS, SO ARE THE MEMES YOU USE FOR ASKS DJDJDKD. *hands you bunny headband dino* it's dangerous outside take this, you too stay safe out there 😭😭😭😭 love you too <3 and thank YOU for hanging out w me hehe :3, also dw tbh these asks have become one of the highlights for me now & i'm only using my free time excluding resting time, i hope you are too, no pressure at all! dw about being late - 🪂

ps - did i tell you i actually followed your svt blog around the time everyone was guessing your biases hddjkddj i sent mingyu & jeonghan dhdjdj that was my first ask :3 - 🪂

henlo, 🪂!! <3 <3 <3

honestly it doesnt matter to me tbh <3 if people enjoy the dance its all that matters!! and omg i can see that!! i love the svteenies always bring something fresh to the table

omg that means you're near the end 😭😭😭 i keep seeing gifs of it on my dash and it makes me feel a lil lovesick ngl HJFHJFHD why is it so TENDER????????????????

ok but that's so valid too bc that's me rn with in the soop.... i literally have not watched the 6th ep yet 😭 and i'm getting the feeling youre mentioning w swf now because i literally always look forward to tuesdays just for the next ep HJDHJDS also i am dumb what are no-airs HJDHJDHHD and ur not alone tbh <3 i have also been super forgetful lately and that is not like me fdhjdfjhdfhjdfhj we're rotting in this hellsite ig

love bullying him i just wanna know how he'd react if he gets upset <3 i dont think we've ever seen angry josh and i wanna make him angry sm HSDHJSDJ im glossing over dino lip piercing to directly go over hOSHI EYEBROW SLIT BC HELLO??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? ive never really liked eyebrow slits but he makes them look so- i want him to hurt me HJDSHJDHJDS ALSO THE LATEST SET OF PHOTOS OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD they're giving me what i've been asking for i love being here sm <3 soonyoung's so chummy w everyone have u seen his photos w jihoon last night 😭 he's literally tamed the actual tiger icb this. and no oh my god i do not Know what Collarbone Jeonghan is i have erased him from my memories thank u

HDSHDSJDSHJDS the ex-directioner is so funny to me 😭 i think we have all been there one way or another <3 and ofc omg <3 i'm glad my core svt memories make u happy HSDJHJDFHJHJDSF

they literally said escapism hELP ME 😭😭😭😭😭 i think they're also just workaholics in general. i would be too if i actually enjoyed what i did for a living 😭 and are we even gonna get tours in the near future.... this is so sad i havent even seen them irl </3

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OMG that's terrible, i hope u guys were okay though :/ AND NOT THE JOSH SPARKLER FDDHJFHDFHJFDHFDH now i have to think about him oh my god i think i passed out a little when eyebrow piercing josh came on screen and just full on blacked out when the match scene came on tbh 😭 JKSDJKDSKDS ITS LIKE THE PANDEMIC!!!!!!! WE WILL RMB!!!!!!!!!

ALSOO NOOO OMG i dont feel uncomf at all and u should also tell me if i do make u feel so <3 thank u for even mentioning that!! also love that they're Doing It All for us we dont even have to go out to touch grass anymore HJDSHJSDJ i've actually been v happy w uni omg!! just that i often feel stressed bc they give us sm things to do </3 thank u for ur kind words!!

that's the price of being an adult JDJSJKD now we gotta think of things like.. idk the effects of rain 😭😭😭 i used to even love it when it flooded as a kid HJDSHJSDHJ now i get anxious too!! i love all kinds of rain though so i wont mind JKKSDKJSDKJD just that other people might be affected </3 wish i had my own rain cloud on some kind of leash lmao. ALSO IF I DRINK WATER EVERY TIME I HEAR DINO LAUGH FDHFDHJDFHD gonna be bloated but hydrated af ngl

oh my gOD YOU WERE HERE SINCE 2012???? we're literally sick bestie <3 i genuinely think tumblr has changed something fundamental in me and my way of thinking has not been The Same as idk.. regular people ig JDSHJSDHJSD THE OFFLINE PEOPLE!! smth about tumblr is so <3 sick but also i love this hellsite so 😗 AND NOOO NOT THE MEMES FDHDFHJDF its my broken sense of humor and inability to convey emotions properly HHSDHJDSHJ

BUNNY HEADBAND DINO?????????????????????????????????????? honestly he'd bring me more harm than protection i'll say that much 😭

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 that genuinely made me feel so warm & fuzzy, i always look forward to your messages too <3 <3 <3 i hope u always have good days u deserve it for being such a sweetheart

WAIT HELLO???????????????????????? YOU'VE BEEN HERE FOR SO LONG THEN 😭😭😭😭😭 and im so impressed you didnt get weeded out ngl HFDHJFDHJFD icb you've been witnessing me going more ill everyday <3 ur a soldier

and u are partially correct abt mingyu & jh <3 at least during the time JSDJDSJKSDJK i think i've been desensitized to mingyu now but i still love him sm <3 he's just so cute and cutesy boys kinda infuriate me in an affectionate way so HJSDHJDSHJDSH

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"I got stronger and stronger" - 'The Bullet' looks back

The Tour de France, one of the most-watched sporting events with an average TV viewership of 2.6 billion, currently has cycling fans fastened to their sofas.

Unbeknown to many, a Jewish cyclist competed in the world’s most popular multiple stage race in 1985.

New Yorker Doug Shapiro caught the cycling bug as a youngster despite initially being exposed to football.

"I grew up just outside New York City and played soccer – like most kids," says Shapiro, who was the third ever American to finish the Tour, following Jock Boyer and three-time winner Greg LeMond.

"When I was 13, during the off season our coach suggested that we do another sport to keep fit. There was a German language professor in the school who ran a cycling club, so I joined it and we went to see a race, I was like – Wow! I want to do this."

The following week he rode that very same race and won it.

When he started the 1985 Tour de France, however, he had a very different motive. In cycling parlance, he was a domestique for Joop Zoetemelk, 6 times second in the Tour De France

"In my role I had to keep [Joop] out of the wind, bring him food and drink from the car, keep him at the front coming in to climbs," Shapiro says.

But, despite undertaking this crucial role, Shapiro showed what a special rider he is by finishing 74th out of a field of 220 riders.

"Joop didn’t speak English and my ‘Nederlands’ wasn’t the best; but most of the rest of the team spoke English. I found that I got stronger and stronger as the race went on – it was very rewarding for me," Shapiro says.

Hoping to also get stronger as the race nears its climax will be the riders considered by cycling aficionados as amongst the favourites for this year’s Tour, including Geraint “G” Thomas, Nairo “Nairoman” Quintana, Vincenzo “The Shark” Nibali and Rigoberto “Rigonator” Urán.

And Shapiro has something in common with all this year's favourites - a nickname. The Bullet. This weapon-like sobriquet was due to the immense power he possessed in his armoury as a hill climber and sprinter – a combination of traits that has seen modern sensation Peter Sagan win the points classification in the Tour a record equalling six times.

Shapiro was a member of the American Olympic Team in 1980 and 1984 respectively. However, he was not able to participate in the former due to United States participation in the 1980 Summer Olympics boycott, for which he and his teammates received a Congressional Gold Medal at the White House.

With a medal in his trophy cabinet, an emboldened Shapiro went on to win what was then American's top cycling stage race - the Coors Classic in 1984 and he describes this as "probably my biggest achievement."

"Many of the riders who rode the LA Olympics were there and the likes of the 7-Eleven team were riding, too. There was a guy called Bob [Eucher] there, he was a talent scout for Kwantum and he saw my performance. That led to a ride with a composite team in the Olympia Tour of Holland where I went well – and the Kwantum contract came from there."

This race was so highly cherished that, in the subsequent two years, it was won by LeMond and five-time Tour de France champion Bernard Hinault. The latter would go on to win the 1985 Tour ahead of LeMond and Stephen Roche.

Tejay van Garderen, America’s brightest hope, has already crashed out of this year’s Tour and Shapiro also fell victim to "some very bad accidents" in his cycling career.

“In 1987 I was out with Eric Heiden on the bike," Shapiro says. "We were on the way to the cyclo-cross Nationals, test riding some new tyres on the ride there. I slipped, came down and broke my femur, Eric had just started at medical school and I might have died were it not for him being there.”

He was even more unlucky in the following year. "I was in the break of four at the Coors Classic in Reno and the four of us came down on a corner. I was OK but as I got up, the bunch rode into me at full tilt," Shapiro says. "I was in a wheelchair, I couldn’t walk, and my leg has never been the same since. I came back in ’89 – my last race was in September of that year and I came second.

A year later, however, Shapiro was back in the sport albeit in a different way. He acted as the technical advisor and technical writer for the video "Cycling for Success,” produced by the 7-Eleven Bike team. The video was the first of its kind to offer cycling safety tips and techniques.

Today, Shapiro, who resides in Marin County, California, owns and operates Shapiro & Associates.

“It’s a thing that’s very close to my heart. Now I’m a crime scene investigator in situations where cyclists and cars have collided. But I also keep in touch with guys like Chris Carmichael and Bob Roll and watch all the races."

He is still just 59-years-old, but the man who can be described as a ‘Doug of all cycling trades’ is also a public speaker and has hosted many cycling training camps and educational seminars for bike shops, cycling fanatics, and racers of all levels.

In addition to his years in the pro peloton, he’s also been hit by a car. It was not the first time that he experienced both physical and mental pain simultaneously, but he certainly knows how to bite the bullet.

#DougShapiro #tour de france

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