In light of recent Holby City spoilers I currently feel like trash because I’m kinda really excited?!?
Obviously I’m not some kind of sadist, but the thought of CR & JR having something so dramatic to sink their talented teeth into thrills me. Oh and call me naive- but I truly think Holby City will dodge the death trope for Berena, and things may be angsty as hell but it’s storytelling and it’s air time for our ship and it’s a platform for our two faves to shine. Bring it on.
(I’ll be crying and screaming whilst the ep airs but I’m kinda trash for this-sorry)
Jaimie King just said some insightful things in her Instagram comments on the photo of Kyle and Selena.
i’m not necessarily her biggest fan but i do agree with her on this one… i’ve also grown tired of fans speculating upon and critiquing not only her relationships but her every move. not everything is as it seems and it’s naive to think you know even 1% of what goes on in her life.
favourite moments from Deborah Moggach’s Pride & Prejudice (2005) screenplay
Elizabeth jumps up onto a wall and crosses the moat by walking a wooden plank duck board, a reckless trick learnt in early childhood.
Jane, (the eldest, most beautiful and most charmingly naive of the girls)
Mr Bennet is trying to ignore Mrs Bennet.
A dazzling group enters the room: George Bingley, 25, a good hearted soul but prone to bumbling embarrassment when his enthusiasms get the better of him, his sister Caroline, 23, a victim of every latest fashion, counting herself superior to most company she encounters, and finally, Mr Fitzwilliam Darcy, 27, dashing, brooding with an introversion which could be misconstrued as hauteur.
Mr Bingley spots Jane Bennet. For a moment he forgets himself and openly looks at her.
A stiff bow from Darcy, Elizabeth smiles, Darcy does not.
Bingley can’t keep his eyes off Jane, but is frightfully at a loss in disguising his instant ardour.
He looks at Jane a little blush starts around his collar.
His sister steps in as the blush threatens to engulf his ears.
Later. Bingley politely dancing with Charlotte. As he does so, he catches sight of Jane dancing with somebody else. A look of pure longing, but he cannot dance every dance with her.
Darcy stands watching, a look of infinitely superior boredom on his fine features.
Darcy looks at Elizabeth with surprise. A glimmering of interest.
She gives him a dazzling smile. Darcy looks startled. He has no idea she heard him. He blushes.
It’s very formal, in fact frigid, compared to the volatile Bennet household. Darcy is reading the newspaper; Caroline Bingley is reading a letter.
Lydia deliberately drops her handkerchief. One of the soldiers stands on it. She is appalled.
Bingley beams bashfully. He can’t take his eyes off her.
Collins looks lasciviously into the room.
Elizabeth cannot believe her misfortune in Mr Collins, but she smiles politely.
The Bennet’s enter the first reception room, the girls, including Mrs Bennet, are all dressed in white. Mr Collins is slightly detained as people pass.
Mr Collins arrives, breathless. He smiles eagerly at Elizabeth.
Elizabeth’s face is a matey rictus.
Mr Collins starts making his way determinedly towards Darcy.
Darcy does not notice him so Collins raises his voice.
The Bennet’s are squeezed into their carriage. It is light outside. Only Mrs Bennet is awake but the lack of an audience does not stop her from talking.
Mrs Bennet moans - she is hungover.
Darcy walks into the room. Lizzie freezes. When he sees Lizzie he, too, falters, and recovers himself.
A stiff bow from Darcy, who looks at Mr Collins as if he’s something brought in by the dog.
Darcy watches Elizabeth, keenly.
Mr Darcy glances sharply - in fact, admiringly - at Lizzie.
Darcy flinches at her bad manners. He moves away to the piano where Lizzie is playing - not that terribly well, it must be said.
Lizzie turns away from him and carries on playing. Darcy gazes at the curve of her neck.
Darcy sits down.
The sound of the front door, and voices. Darcy jumps up.
Sunday service is over and worshippers are leaving the “ church. Mr Collins, in his vestments, obeises himself to Lady Catherine, who is sweeping out with her miserable- looking daughter and downtrodden governess.
Darcy stops and gazes at her. He is in turmoil. Elizabeth glares at him, in a blaze of fury and misery.
Elizabeth has never felt more alone in the company of her sister.
They stop. He gazes at her with great emotion.
Elizabeth looks through the window at Darcy, her heart leaps to her mouth.
Elizabeth glances at Darcy. His face is strained. Mrs Bennet is all smiles for Bingley. She ignores Darcy.
Elizabeth walks out into the open countryside. The mists are starting to evaporate. From out of the mist in the distance a figure emerges. Her heart misses a beat. She is alone, vulnerable. Then she sees it is Darcy.
Summary: Jeon Jungkook - Golden Maknae of famous group BTS. He was charming, lovable, sweet, adorable and everything else girls swooned over. However, it was all act - he couldn’t care less about anyone’s feelings, and used his fame to have one night stands with girls who were impressed by his money and fame. You, a loyal yet naive fan of Kpop have finally gotten the chance to meet your favourite gorup, BTS. What exactly happens when one of the members, and your ulimate bias, Jeon Jungkook, seems to take an interest in you
Word Count: 8,596
Type: Fluff, Angst, Smut!
Warning: Bad language
Member: Jungkook from BTS
A/N: I know, I know, I haven’t updated this in the longest time but you wont believe how busy I have been and plus, i WAS SUFFERING THE MOST HORRIBLE CASE OF WRITER’S BLOCK, which didn’t help at all! I am terribly sorry and will work harder to update sooner. Anyways, I hope you all have a great day! x
“Ya’ll, I’m more than convinced that Jungkook and this girl are dating.”
“Guys, BigHit hasn’t said anything about it. So, stop assuming shit.”
“I spotted Jungkook and his girlfriend on the train yesterday. They were so cute in their own little world! I’M cRYING ㅠㅠ.”
“She better treat him like the angel he is, otherwise she’ll be catching these hands.”
“If pictures of them KISSING isn’t proof enough that they are dating, then I don’t know what is.”
“He gave her his coat because she didn’t have one. Our gentlemen Kookie! ㅠㅠ.”
“Kookie looks happy with her, guys. Let’s keep it like that, and not send hate! They don’t deserve it!”
“Finally, something that went right in 2016. #JungkookHasAGirlfriend.”
“Most important question: wHO IS SHE?”
Jungkook’s manger had finally stopped reading the endless amount of tweets that were flooding in concerning yours and Jungkook’s not-so-secret getaway in Hongdae last night. In the silence of the packed board room, you watched carefully as Jungkook’s manager slowly lifted his face to showcase probably one of the most satisfied smiles you had ever seen on him — or anyone for a matter of fact.
Crinkles by his dazzling eyes that were in the shape of crescents and corners of his lips stretched so far across his middle-aged face.
You and Jungkook must of done so well.
“You two did an amazing job.” Jungkook’s manager joyfully praised the both of you with an over-exaggerated thunderous clap that awkwardly forced others within the blinding white board room to applaud less enthusiastically as you could imagine at your totally unexpected actions that took place only hours ago.
The night you willingly spent in the forever-lively district of Hongdae that buzzed with ripe youthful happiness and life which radiated off all walks of life within the area. The night you purposely sang along to the lyrics of cheesy Kpop songs terribly and laughed so hard you couldn’t breathe any longer. The night you and Jungkook stood right outside the karaoke house, in the ending Autumn weather, before Jungkook kissed you like never before right in the middle of the road — for the whole world and fans nearby to view.
It would seem as though no matter how many times your cherry red lips met his thin pair in a passionate and fiery lip-lock session or maybe even just a simple peck that most likely meant absolutely nothing to Jungkook, you were left flustered beyond control. Your rosy cheeks would feel as if they were firmly pressed against the Sun’s inner core while your heart was beating so rapidly, you swore that it would stop beating the next second and you would instantly die. And, this was just mere thought of it. Therefore, you could imagine you were a lot more overwhelmed last night when that very thought had become a definite moment in reality.
Despite how worked-up you managed to get yourself, with your head swirling amongst those angels up in the sky, your heart pounding against your gradually shattering rib cage and millions of thoughts shooting through your mind, you attempted to keep as calm as possible for the sake of not scaring poor Jungkook with your chaotic and sometimes violent fangirl-freak outs. Especially during a kiss. The moment he detached his pink lips from yours, your lips suddenly went cold but you could finally breathe again. You could breathe in the sweet late Autumn air, one that was filled with the scent of old pumpkin spice, one that your burning lungs had longed for; the air that your lungs having been robbed of the second Jungkook’s warm lips were against yours and causing your stomach to complete triple dozens of perfect summersaults.
Returning back from the imaginary manga-like world with cherry blossoms petals that would blow amongst the wind blowing past, you blinked your eyes and appeared as though you had just woken up from a pleasant nap. This made Jungkook smile.
Being the gentlemen his parents raised him to be, Jungkook kindly offered to escort you all the way back to your dorm without the slightest bit of unwillingness, pretending not to visibly flinch when he caught the flash of a camera out of the corner of his eye. You — still rather flustered and having an extremely difficult time leaving that manga-like world where a deep love between you and Jungkook existed, simply nodded your head, not trusting your voice at that very moment and set off, leaving those fans behind to watch with their jaws dropping to the ground as Jungkook got a hold of your hand and interlocked your fingers. Almost like it was natural, making it increasingly difficult to breath.
Thankfully, throughout the somewhat soundless night that only consisted of the sounds of your pair of boots hitting the concrete floor and nothing more, you two had made your way back to the train station without having to take a detour to the nearest hospital because of your short-breath that came and went, particularly with the way Jungkook was still holding your hand even though nobody was around to see you two. You hopped on another train that you would be seated on for a long while, relieved to see that there was near to no people riding the train so late at night, meaning there were seats available for the long ride you were about to embark on.
During the smooth train ride that easily made you doze off a couple of times, once accidentally finding yourself passed out on Jungkook’s shoulder for which you sheepishly apologised for, the time you were awake were purely spent doing nothing but replaying that damned kiss in your mind over and over again. The memory was so vivid, so fresh in your boggling mind as you forced yourself to remember how his large warm hands cupped your frost-bitten cheeks; how his lips curved into this mesmerising devious yet genuine smile the second his lips were inching closer to yours; how your knees went completely weak at the softness of his sweet, sweet lips; how fast and hard your heart was beating against your chest.
You were attempting to remember every single detail of that moment in your life, whether it was a small or large detail. Why? you may ask. Why force yourself to remember yet another event where Jungkook kissed you?
Because you liked him.
But, of course.
Although, in the days prior to your first meeting with BigHit, Jungkook exhibited some plain-stupid behaviour when it came to expressing his reaction to your pregnancy or the wrong things he might of accidentally done to you, you couldn’t deny that there was no hammering of your heart against your chest as you embraced tightly him on the train to Hongdae. No swarm of multi-coloured tiny butterflies flapping their wings in the pits of your stomach when Jungkook offered you his unbelievably warm coat to protect you from the chilly weather that Mother Nature created out of pure hate.
He was your ulimate bias for Christ sake! Of course you liked him!
However, this wasn’t any case of infatuation that would disappear in a matter days. Oh no, this was something more. Something more powerful, more meaningful, more prone to destroying you entirely if Jungkook’s feelings didn’t match yours.
Indeed, it was very much possible that he could develop feelings for you during the time that you two were meant to be faking dating since you were forced to spend a great deal of one-on-one time together, pretending to be the product of a newly formed relationship that was nothing but the utter most love for one another. But, come on, this is Jeon Jungkook we are talking about. He couldn’t catch feelings for any girl, no matter how drop-dead gorgeous they were or how wonderful their personality was. He wouldn’t allow himself to, which contributed to the endless complications there were when it came to your relationship.
Even when he kissed you outside the karaoke house last night was an example of him not capable of developing feelings for you. He said it was all for show — nothing more. Nothing more, you had to continuously tell yourself as you would sneak a discreet glance out the corner of your eye to have the slimmest, slightest glimpse at Jungkook seated across you with his God-given features and beating heart filled with emotions you weren’t aware he could bring himself to feeling for you. All-in-all, allowing yourself to appreciate and bask in the riches within fake dating Jungkook, would only result in you breaking your own heart.
“Since the response to you two going out last night has been explosive, both on social media and album sales wise, you two will going on another date today.” Jungkook’s manager informed you two with an approving smile that lit up his middle-aged face, his overflowing amount of happiness overclouding the look of slight uncomfortableness and uncertainty that Jungkook displayed at the sound of having another date with you.
Jungkook scratched the back of his neck, nervously asking with his voice filled with hesitation, “Isn’t it a bit too soon? I mean, people have just found about…about us, shouldn’t we just let it calm down for a while?”
“We could,” Jungkook’s manger suggested to Jungkook, but judging by the tone the middle-aged used, this was nothing that could be altered. “But, we’ve just got started on this plan — we haven’t even reached the climax point of Step One yet. Plus, since everyone is discovering your new relationship, a lot of people are going ahead and purchasing the new album, which has made the album jump up, last time I checked, ten spots.”
Ten spots? You’ve got be kidding me, Jungkook thought.
“On which chart?” Jungkook asked in belief while keeping his lips from parting in total shock, his eyes rapidly blinking to showcase how surprising he found that BTS had actually gained popularity instead of losing it since making a public appearance with you several hours ago.
“All charts, Jungkook,” Jungkook’s manger answered simply. “BTS are number one on all Korean charts again and number fifteen on the Billboard Charts as we speak. It’s like you’ve put out another album again.”
Who knew dating someone could make a group so popular?
Usually — actually always, whenever this kind of scenario took place, an idol having been spotted on a date with someone, whether they were famous or not, there was a lot of negative backlash. For some reason, some fans have the mind-set that they own their bias and that someday in the future, they’ll get married and happily build a life together.
Therefore, when such news got out, they became aggravated and jealous for no reason whatsoever and begin to send hate in an attempt to break the couple up; which was immature, despicable and saddening for an idol to see.
Therefore, to hear that BTS was infact gaining more attention, even towards their music, just because Jungkook was caught spending time with you last night, was something Jungkook couldn’t get his head wrapped around.
“Sir,” The sudden call for Jungkook’s manager erupted in the quietness in the board room. Everyone’s heads turned in the direction of the voice, laying their eyes upon another professionally dressed lady with rich brown flowing locks and a small figure, appearing to be someone that looked only a few years older than you. Probably an intern. “I called the limousine company. They said one would arrive in thirty minutes.”
“Excellent,” Jungkook’s manger replied with an easy smile, turning his focus to you who had been quiet since the moment you sat down in your designated seat. “Why doesn’t Jungkook go and properly introduce you to the rest of the BTS members? I’m sure you would enjoy that.”
After your Saturday meeting with BigHit was adjourned, like Jungkook’s manager had insisted Jungkook on doing, he led you towards the room where the rest of his members were keeping themselves occupied without their maknae. As expected, there was an uneasy quietness resting in the large space separating the two of you as you walked alongside each other (not that you walked shoulder to shoulder before) without much noise which coincidentally started right after you had shared your renowned kiss that was the centre of attention in the Kpop World as of right now.
Of course, the odd silence that started to take over after you two had just began warming up to one another and the idea that you would spend the majority of your free time with each other. But, why? You had your reasons, them being that what could you under any circumstances talk about when all you could think about was his lips on yours?
What was his excuse? You really wanted to know.
But before you could break the awkward silence and speak first, boldly questioning him for his quietness, you two had stopped right in front of a door that had a large black label proudly placed against it which read, ‘Pratice room to 방탄소년단’.
Just as Jungkook’s hand reached out for the shiny silver door handle, going on to open the door to expose the practice room that you could hear music playing inside, you (without a single thought) grabbed onto Jungkook’s wrist, halting his movements and causing him to look at you with alarm clearly written all over his face.
“Wait!” You called out abruptly, a second later feeling Jungkook rip his wrist from your grip, the action hurting you as if a needle had poked your fragile heart because you didn’t mean to provoke him like that.
“What?” Jungkook hissed accidentally with knitted eyebrows, not meaning for his answer to come out as aggressive as it did since his facial expression faltered a second later after realising this. “What’s wrong?”
The feelings I am starting to catch for you, you wanted to say, but you weren’t in your moody and honest mood as yet, or crazy enough to actually confess the way you felt, so you settled for lamely answering, “Your coat…I forgot to bring it.”
Jungkook cast you a questioning, having known you too well already to suspect that you were hiding something. Plus, the look of hesitation on your face was more than obvious. But, it wasn’t any of his business, so he decided not to pry. “It’s okay….you can keep it.”
“No, no, no,” You immediately replied with a firm shake of the head. “It’s yours and I should return it after I take it to the dry cleaners.”
“The dry cleaners?” Jungkook asked with a raised eyebrow. “Did you mess on it or something?”
“No, of course not!” You claimed with embarrassed pink cheeks, feeling utterly humiliated after hearing such an accusation.
"I just thought it would be nice to return it to you smelling clean and fresh.“
Could you be more thoughtful? Jungkook thought silently to himself as he felt his heart warming at your kind gesture.
Gazing upon your flustered state with your words playing his mind like a scratched up broken record, a closed mouth smile that curved only one end of Jungkook’s lips appeared amongst his defined features.
"That’s…really nice of you, Y/N,” Jungkook stated with that damned smile that could get your heart racing at just a mere glimpse of it. The compliment came fast and heavy, piercing right through your heart that had nothing but micro feelings for the man who stood right in front of you. “But don’t worry about it, you can keep it. I don’t mind.”
He didn’t mind.
Why did those three words have to make your heart flutter so much?
“Oh,” You expressed your understanding with a slightly shocked expression. “Um, okay then. Thank you, by the way.”
“It’s no problem, I—”
The door swung open.
“Are you two lovebirds gonna continue talking outside or do you want to come inside?” The one and only, Min Yoongi stated with his newly dyed black hair appearing as if he had just woken up for a power nap.
Out of pure habit, you’re assuming, Jungkook had gotten a gentle hold of your clammy hand, the action considered strange by both you and Yoongi, as the black-haired rapper solemnly stared down at your held hands as Jungkook led you inside their practice room, where all the magic was created and produced.
Different from the numerous times where Jungkook would enter and the boys would be hard at work, most of them were either mindlessly tapping against their phone screens, sleeping or just dancing for fun like Jimin and Hoseok were. Despite the totally mediocre scene, you were completely amazed by the simple fact that you were standing where they had shed their blood, sweat and tears to become the superstars they were, and also because you were in the presence of them…again!
Oh, how you would envy yourself if you were someone else.
Once the sounds of Jungkook’s familiar timberland boots thumped against the ground, those who weren’t in the midst of whatever type of dream they were experiencing (Taehyung) turned their heads to look right in your direction, their eyes widening when discovering that it wasn’t just Jungkook who had entered the room.
Jungkook and you stood in the middle of the large room, no doubt the centre of attention. Your shaking eyes attempted to glue their view on your tattered pair of classic Converse as you were too shy to face them all again, this time them being aware that you were pregnant with their best friend’s child. “Um, I’m sure you guys know Y/N, especially since she attended like, two of our fansign events here in Seoul. Y/N, I’m pretty sure you know all of them.”
“What a great introduction,” Yoongi sarcastically commented underneath his breath, stepping forwards and bowing respectfully to you. “It’s a pleasure to see you again.”
You lifted your head as you beamed, unable to disguise the undeniable smile on your now glowing face. “The pleasure is all mine.” You stated with the brightest of smiles, showing your respect to him as you bowed too.
As you bowed towards everyone in the room who was awake at the time and started to make conservation between the seven of you, Taehyung had been awaken by the sounds of some of your wild laughter and loud chitter chatter. Groaning in irritation, he was forced to leave the mystical land where his dreams laid and peeled his eyes open, bright red bottom lip protruding out as he looked in the direction of the circle you all formed on the floor. “Can you guys please keep it down? I’m trying to sleep here.”
Everyone turned their heads in Taehyung’s direction. “Sorry, Tae. It’s kind of hard not to laugh out loud when Y/N is cracking jokes left, right, and centre.” Jimin sincerely apologised with a squeaky snicker to complete his sentence.
Y/N? She’s here? Taehyung thought.
Blinking his eyes to clear his blurry vision, Taehyung took a closer look to the circle and to his dismay, there you were, in your shining glory, appearing like the graceful yet bright princess you were, while he…well, he thought he looked like shit.
In a matter of seconds, Taehyung had dramatically fell back onto the small mattress he slept on, using his blanket to cover his bare face which had sleep written all over it. “Why didn’t you tell me Y/N was here? I wouldn’t of slept and probably would look less shitty.”
“Hate to break it to you, Taehyung, but there’s no helping that mess.” Hoseok harshly responded with a teasing chuckle, a chorus of hisses through his members’ teeth heard loud and clear to signal that Taehyung had been royally burnt by Hoseok’s epic comeback.
Taehyung shot up from his place on the mattress, tossing his blanket off his body and seeming not to give two shits about his lazy appearance as he stood to his feet on the floor with a menacing glare. “Says you, J-Horse.”
“1990 called, they want their joke back.” Hoseok was quick to comment with a sassy tone, another chorus of hisses sounding through the practice room.
“Whatever,” Taehyung rolled his eyes in irritation as he quickly surrendered and admitted to his defeat. As he rolled his eyes, he happened to make clear eye-contact with you, his dark chocolate pair of intense eyes directly staring right into your pair of orbs, increasing the rate in which a pretty pink blush decorated the surface of your cheeks. He was the first to break the eye-contact, going on to ruffling the short dyed blond strands of his hair before he looked at you again and smiled, “Hello, Y/N.”
“Hello, Taehyung.” You greeted back gleefully enough to earn a glance from Jungkook, the boy taking note of how your smile had begun to shine like a diamond in the dust. Was it because of Taehyung? “Do you wanna join us?”
“Sure.” Taehyung responded in a cool and nonchalant manner, rushing over towards the circle you all had formed and just having to take a seat down next you as you continued your discussion with the BTS members, oblivious to the jealous glare Jungkook sent Taehyung whenever he thought he or even you was showing affection to one another.
By the grace of some higher power, your discussion didn’t last very long after Taehyung had joined since Jungkook and you had received word that the car you were taking to the restaurant you were having your lunch at had finally arrived. In a rush to get you away from Taehyung, who Jungkook could just sense had an interest in you by the way he was constantly fighting for your attention and cracking lame jokes you would laugh at nevertheless, Jungkook dragged you behind him like some sort of rag doll as he bolted out the room and out the front door without as much as a goodbye.
Unfortunately, because Jungkook had been so clouded by his raging jealousy and because he was in such a rush to get Taehyung away from you, he hadn’t heard one of the workers standing nearby the front door inform him that a fairly large group of fans that were gathered outside chanting Jungkook’s name, demanding answers to questions they had concerning you and your relationship with Jungkook.
Therefore, it came as a surprise when you two stepped outside and didn’t see just the jet black high-class limousine, but fans surrounding the luxury car and blocking it from moving anywhere since the space outside wasn’t much and there were so many fans. Once the door had opened, everyone’s heads snapped in your direction and you could feel their stares of curiosity burning past the material of your clothing and into your skin.
“Jungkook oppa, who is she?!” One fan in the sea of mainly girls gathered outside the BigHit entertainment building asked instantly with a scowl and furrowed eyebrows.
The moment both Jungkook and you had registered her question that was on every army’s mind, Jungkook turned his head to cast a look that spoke for itself, looking towards you almost as if he was asking you if we were okay with spilling some information about yourself that was fairly necessary to them.
You turned your head to face the crowd again, coming face-to-face to those you felt at home with, with those you could form ever-lasting friendships with, those who you loved. Your lips formed into the shape of a sparkling smile, one that Jungkook couldn’t stop himself from stealing a glance at, as you bowed lower than usual to show your utter most respect to the fans outside as you formally introduced yourself. “Hello. My name is Y/L/N Y/N.”
You stood up straight, observing how some fans were speedily tapping away on their phone screens, telling the large Internet world the answer Kpop fans had been wondering for a considerate amount of time. Nevertheless, the smile spread across your cheeks had not wavered, even when you saw deadly looks that screamed that they didn’t approve of your relationship which you attempted to not let bother you.
Not everyone was going to like you, and you had to be content with that, otherwise the negativity you were bound to receive was going to tear you apart; limb by limb.
Having noticed your figures standing outside the door, the security guard that was on-duty had abruptly left the coffee machine down the hall, discarding his half-filled mug of plain-black coffee as he stormed outside, all the attention now directed onto him.
Since he was well-aware both Jungkook and you would be leaving for lunch later that day, he understood why the luxury car was parked outside and quickly got to business as he insisted for fans to leave the premises so that you two could enter the vehicle. Reluctantly, fans had gradually started leaving the premises whilst grumbling unlady-like words underneath their breaths and the security guided you to the car, wishing you two a good lunch before he shut the door behind you.
Yet again, as you two breezed through the streets of Seoul, an uncomfortable silence dominated the air, the silence deafening to your pitiful ears that suffered greatly without hearing the voice of Jungkook. You looked over to him, finding him gazing out the window and taking in as much of the outside world as he could, like he had been deprived of such scenery for years. Perhaps he was, because now the majority of his time was spent in an enclosed space. Whether it would be a practice room or stadium, he barely knew what the mundane outside world looked like and was going to appreciate its flaws and perfections as much as he possibly could.
As he continued gazing out the window, you couldn’t resist but take in every bit of his features that were shown off at their very best with the lighting coming from outside, making him appear as some Greek God that was sculpted with the finest precision and perfection.
Almost everything about the existence of Jeon Jungkook was perfect, from the dark chocolate colour of his eyes that burned with an intense emotion that suddenly had you drawn into his embrace, his clean-cut jawline that could surely slash right through diamond, the now rare smile that reached right up to his ears whilst showcasing his two front bunny teeth and apple-sized cheeks, to his muscular arms that had veins sticking out almost resembling some kind of tree if you were going to compare the sight.
However, he did have his case of flaws — but so did everyone else. Not everyone was up to the ridiculous beauty standards idiotic people had set up for them, not everyone was as intelligent or as thoughtful as they desired to be, not everyone was a certain type of way — and that was okay. That’s what made us humans fascinating anyways. Within the mixture of Jungkook’s perfections and flaws, you discovered a new definition of perfection that you desperately wanted to find out more about. You desired to know more about him. The real him. But, you just knew doing that would make you fall in love, even if you discovered more flaws than perfections. It was inevitable. And that was something, despite this inevitability, you weren’t going to do.
You weren’t going to break your heart like that.
Later, you and Jungkook had arrived at the vintage-looking Italian restaurant that you were glad to see wasn’t a fancy, upper class restaurant, because your ordinary, every-day Autumn clothing that consisted for jeans and a sweater wasn’t going to cut it. As Jungkook climbed out first after the limousine was put into park, you were confused to see the brutal flashes of cameras and immediately froze.
Who was outside?
You weren’t given much time to ponder on the thought as yet again, your hand was grabbed by a hand so familiar to you that you could tell who it was without even looking anymore. You were assisted out of the limousine, being greeted with a ray of harsh flashes that could of blinded you if it wasn’t for your first instinct to look down at the concrete floor beneath your feet. Before you had glued your vision to the ground beneath you, you had gotten quick glances at what seemed to be multiple fansites that somehow managed to find out that you were going to have lunch that day. How? You don’t have the tiniest clue.
As a way to rid the heavy load of worry and anxiety that started to fill your suffering chest, you tightly gripped onto Jungkook’s hand as he diligently led you through the crowd of enthusiastic fans that screamed right in your ears before you two made your way into the restaurant, having to hear questions about your relationship being the only thing that left their mouths as they viciously snapped their photos on your way inside.
Once you were safe inside, away from those who, regardless of whether you were inside and not nearby, still took pictures of you from outside, Jungkook was the one to check-in with the front desk about the reservation someone from BigHit had made for the two of you and you two were led to your table, not having the flashes of cameras follow you.
You were escorted to your table that was rather distant from the main door and took a seat down at the small circle table with white silk material serving as the tablecloth. Glancing around, you observed that the table that was booked for the two of you was located in a space of the restaurant where, unless you were inside the restaurant yourself, you couldn’t get the tiniest peek of both you and Jungkook, giving you two some privacy that you were started to realise was becoming very, very limited.
Seconds later, one of the waitress adorned in a chic male-inspired suit approached your table and jotted down your orders as she was paid to do. But, of course, you saw the so-called discreet glances she took at both you and Jungkook when she wasn’t standing before you two, most likely having knowledge about the current bombshell that had been dropped onto the Kpop World. Nevertheless, you were both thankful but unhappy that she departed right after taking your orders, this meaning that she wouldn’t keep glancing at you two, but this also meant that you and Jungkook were left alone. In silence.
A silence which you couldn’t stand.
“What’s wrong with us?” You couldn’t take it anymore. The silence was literally killing you inside.
The sound of your voice caused Jungkook to look up at you with widened eyes, almost surprised that you would be the one to break the silence instead of him. As you made eye-contact with those same dark chocolate eyes that had your heart punching against your shattering rib cage, you suddenly gulped before speaking again with less confidence, “Last night, we started warming up to each other, remember? We were dancing like idiots and laughing so much we cried. What changed? Why aren’t you talking?”
Asking such demanding questions seemed to put Jungkook in a not so physically relaxed mood. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his Adam’s apple visibly bobbing as he tensely gulped. He crossed his arms over his chest, giving you the perfect angle to look at the old wound that you couldn’t help but wonder was caused by his fragile skin coming in-contact with scorching hot fire with the way the wound had brought that part of his uneven skin together.
Your eyes couldn’t take the intensity that came with directly looking into his eyes, which is why you opted to stare down at the shining silverware on the table as you reasoned with Jungkook. “Maybe, you don’t want to say what changed. And that’s okay with me, as long as this quietness between us doesn’t continue. I’m not spending nine months pretending like you don’t exist, or having you treat me like that.”
“For the record,” Jungkook finally spoke, “I would never treat you like that….ever.”
Your head shot upwards, your eyes resembling a deer caught in the headlights as you gazed at Jungkook with surprise controlling your facial expression, all except for the flustered blush that gradually blossomed onto the surface of your cheeks. You witnessed Jungkook send a smile your way, a smile that you recalled for last night in the karaoke house, and could just tell that despite whatever took place last night, everything was going to be okay.
Even if, the next second, Jungkook’s smile dropped off the face of the earth, alarm and emptiness taking over his features as he blankly stared at something behind you. Your eyebrows knitted in confusion, your mind wondering what had changed his mood so drastically before you turned around, learning that the same girl from last night that shook Jungkook to his very core stood right behind you.
“Long time, no see, Jungkook,” Her voice oozed with nothing but happiness, or any emotion for that matter. A sly smirk broke out onto the surface of her alarmingly pale skin, a smirk that sent a shiver down your spine as you heard her say, “I’ve missed you.”
“Like hell you did,” Jungkook viciously spat, nothing but anger and pain oozing from his voice. “What are you doing here, Eunae?”
“Well, I thought since I spent most of the money you gave me on the things I needed, I might as well treat my friends to some lunch,” A artificial smile was plastered onto her doll-like features. She glanced down at you, studying your appearance for a bit which made your skin crawl more than usual before she said to Jungkook, “Oh, so you’re dating one of your one-night-stands now? That’s new. I hope it lasts.”
“She is not a one-night-stand,” Jungkook denied this fact almost straightaway, his jaw clenching as his knuckles turned a snow white colour since he was clutching onto the table cloth for dear life. “And you’re interrupting our lunch. You should leave.”
Although, Jungkook’s intimidating demeanour and cold tone of voice had scared you shitless, mostly because you hadn’t seen such an angry and fierce side of him before, Eunae was entirely unfazed, actually quite assumed by the beast she was bringing out in Jungkook.
“Frankly, I don’t want to.” She sniggered with an amused smile, taking a few steps and standing right next to your chair, having the audacity to place her arm around sweater-covered shoulders like you two were actually friends. She looked down at you, her contact-lens covered eyes boring into yours as she inquired in a whisper, “So, how much money have you managed to smuggle out of him? I doubt it is as much as I did.”
This had you fuming. What kind of sick person was she if all she sounded like she talked about involved money?
You removed her arm from your shoulders without a care in the world, fury cemented into your normally soft features as you informed her in a strict tone. “I don’t care about his money, thank you. And I’d appreciate it if you stopped assuming I did, and leave us alone.”
She obviously faked a hurt expression, placing her dainty hands with claw-like nails painted black on her chest where her heart was supposed to be. “I’m hurt.”
“You don’t know the first thing about being hurt,” Jungkook scoffed with an irritated eye-roll, growing immensely drained with the presence of Eunae.
Eunae turned her head in Jungkook’s direction immediately upon hearing his husky voice. “Oh, then, educate me, Mr. Jeon,” Eunae smirked deviously to Jungkook, only to be greeted by an angered expression that she gained amusement from. “I really want to know.”
He ran his wet tongue over his lips to provide moisture to the chapped pair, having to gulp — maybe because he was nervous or was pushing down a cry as hard as he could, you don’t know — before he went on to explain in a strained tone, “I think…I think pretending…pretending to love someone with all your heart and have them trust you with their heart without a thought, only to just…just leave them stranded in some cheap motel almost maxing out their credit card and telling them such things such as you didn’t even like them is what I consider most hurtful above all.” Jungkook attempted to explain without breaking down into tears in a public area, most likely his experience tearing him apart inside and opening old untreated wounds as his red outlined eyes were brimmed with more tears that gradually descended down his cheeks.
All you could was stare at Jungkook. Stare at the man who had presumably gone through such an experience, where everything was right with the world as long as he had Eunae at the time. The world could be crumbling around him, building by building collapsing and people would of given up their hopes and dreams for survival, but for him, as long as he had Eunae in his arms, everything was going to be alright. He loved her.
She pretended to love him.
“I understand now, Mr. Jeon,” Eunae nodded her head in understanding with a submissive facial expression that you didn’t believe for a second. She faced Jungkook, her lifeless strands of jet black hair framing her small face as she continued to say, “But what you must understand yourself is that it’s a cruel world out there. To love is to destroy.”
“All you ever did was destroy me!” Jungkook unexpectedly had yelled at the top of his lungs, bringing down his clenched fist down onto the table with a loud bang! as he stared wildly up at Eunae who didn’t even flinch. “You didn’t even like me, remember?”
“It wasn’t my fault that you got attached,” Eunae was quick to argue, her argument adding fuel to the burning pit of fire of anger within you. She happened to glance at you, her attention turning back to Jungkook as she warned him, “Don’t get attached to her, either. She’ll hurt you far more than I did.”
You couldn’t take it anymore. All the assumptions, the surprising revelations, the pain that Jungkook was clearly still attempting to cope with — it was all too much to handle. Therefore, you had to put an end to it. You abruptly stood up from your chair, the object scraping against the wooden floor as you stepped in front of Eunae, staring right into her black eyes and telling her straight, “I’ve had enough of you. Leave us alone now.”
Your spine-shivering threat appeared to have no effect on evilness herself as she chuckled at your actions, the chuckle reminding you of those horrid witches who always ruined fairytales at some stage of the book, those witches you never thought could infact walk this earth, be amongst us humans. Such evil couldn’t be amongst us.
Without another word, she turned on her black platform heels and left you standing there with one question on your mind.
How immoral could she be?
The drive back home resembled one in which you imagined. Painfully quiet. You didn’t necessarily expect Jungkook to speak much, particularly after being confronted by someone who had no doubt damaged him beyond repair just a mere hour ago and having to see her; watch her smile and laugh in delight with loads of friends crowding around her table that had a large birthday cake on it.
How could they celebrate her life? You had bitterly thought before casting a look at Jungkook behind you, catching him looking in her direction as well and for a few seconds, you caught a glimpse of the smallest yet fondest of smiles before it vanished out of nowhere.
Going back to your painfully quiet car ride, you imagined that in the time you two spent sat on luxurious leather car seats that he’d crack; either abruptly bursting into tears or confessing how he’d ever come across her and how she had broken him down to you, and you would listen because that was what he really needed as of right now. Someone who would listen to him. And things would be okay after that. You’d help him much as possible with trying to get over her and he would be happy. You would be happy.
But he never spoke. He kept those dark thoughts and painful memories buried inside the confinements of his chest where they ate him alive — bit by bit. He would have his bone and heart-shattering feeling consume him entirely before he even said a peep to anyone and that wasn’t something that settled right with you. But what could you do? He needed to be willing to mend his heart, to talk, and he wasn’t. He didn’t want or necessarily need help…well, at least that’s the way he pretended to act like.
Thirty minutes later, you two had arrived outside what you saw to be a large house that looked similar to those houses for idol’s dormitories. The second the driver had turned off the engine, Jungkook was gone, attempting to get a moment to himself to full destruct in peace and not in the company of others. Although the driver was instructed that he was supposed to drop you off at your campus grounds, you said he didn’t have to in a rushed tone before thanking for driving you two and bolting yourself.
Once you were out of the car, you had to literally run to keep up with Jungkook’s enormous steps that grew even larger as he approached the door, creating the greatest gap between you two. Nevertheless, you still screamed out Jungkook’s name with every step you took, your lungs feeling as if they had caught on fire every time you screamed with every bit of emotion and energy in your being. However, he refused to answer your calls and kept on walking, entering the house and bolting up the stairs just as you entered the household.
You stood breathless at the front door, huffing and puffing with pink flushed cheeks, hands on your hips as you shook your head and willed yourself to not breakdown yourself because you knew, you knew better than anyone else that he was going to go upstairs, find a room in which he was completely alone, lock the door and just break down. You swallowed the vastly developing lump in your throat, your vision becoming blurred with tears that you were so quick to wipe that Yoongi, who had come out a room that must been the kitchen since he had a glass of milk in hand, didn’t see them.
He paused immediately when seeing your figure standing at the opened front door with no lights on. He squinted his eyes, “Y/N?”
“The one and only,” You tried to joke, attempting to hide the worry, concern, sadness and many other emotions you were experiencing all at once.
“What are you doing here?” He continued to walk towards you, oddly passing by you before the sound of the door shutting was heard and the lights flickered on and your fresh tears were exposed. He walked back to you, facing you as you plastered an unwavering smile while you couldn’t see the one tear that you missed slowly going down your cheek.
“Oh, I was just…seeing that Jungkook got home safely,” You beamed widely, your smile possibly appearing more artificial than genuine as Yoongi’s cat like eyes inspected everything that seemed to be off about you.
“That’s sweet of you,” He smiled at you and you were about to smile at him too, only if it wasn’t for him reaching out with his other hand and placing his warm hand against the skin of your cheek, his thumb smearing the salty tear into your skin before he pulled away and sipped his milk. He took the glass away from his thin pair of lips, automatically wiping away the milk moustache he knew he had and asking you, “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
“It’s nothing, don’t worry,” You tried to seem as if you were okay, even if you weren’t as alright as you should of been, but with the thought in your mind that as you spoke, Jungkook was taking in a sharp breath after a series of tears fell to the ground, you couldn’t be okay. You couldn’t even pretend to be. “Plus, it’s not my place to tell you.”
“So, something happened to Jungkook?” Yoongi gathered as he took yet another sip of his warm milk. He cast you a look, his mind pondering for a split second before he came up with, “Did it have anything to do with Eunae?”
How did he know?
The accuracy of his guessing had you shocked, going on to express this shock with facial expressions that were a dead giveaway to him. He let out an exhausted sigh, ruffling his black dyed strands of hair as he questioned you, “So, what happened? Did you guys like, bump into her? Did she bump into you guys? Did someone mention her? What?”
“It’s not my place to tell you,” You repeated, keeping in mind that Jungkook could be upset with you if you were to reveal the events of tonight and how they had sadly ended.
“It is when it comes to someone as evil as her entering his life again and wrecking it like she did before,” Yoongi countered with a powerful tone that you wouldn’t dare to challenge. “Now, tell me, what happened?”
You let out a long sigh, closing your eyes in the process and shaking your head so hard people would think it would fall off, only doing this in an poor attempt to erase the horrid image of Jungkook crying. You opened your eyes again, Yoongi witnessing how they were brimming with tears and you weren’t sure whether it was whenever you got emotional, you always needed a hug or that Yoongi looked like he was indirectly telling you that it was okay to hug him, but you stepped into his arms, clinging onto him for dear life as you reflected on the night’s events, the image of Jungkook crying never leaving your mind.
You two stayed like this for a while. Simply holding each other as you willed yourself not to cry more. After sometime, you separated yourself from Yoongi, his scent of cologne still lingering within the air as you wiped away the last of your tears and asked in a scratchy tone, “Can we sit down somewhere?”
“Sure,” Yoongi spoke without any hesitation whatsoever, boldly wrapping his arm around your sweater covered shoulders as he walked with you towards his own mini space that was reserved for his personal music-composing.
Upon entering the room, a tiny smile curved the corners of your lips appeared as your curious eyes searched the room and noted that the room looked exactly how it did in those sets of photos posted by Dispatch online. The only thing that was missing, which wasn’t even in the pictures, was the pitter patter of small puppy paws as Holly, who was once sleeping, was woken up by the door opening and immediately dashed to the door.
“Take a seat wherever you like,” Yoongi insisted with warm smile that made the chilly Autumn night less chilling to the bone as you took a seat at the chair facing the mass of computer screens.
You watched Yoongi find a chair somewhere you hadn’t even seen there was a chair, bringing the object nearby you before he took a seat and beamed a gummy smile your way, the smile making you feel all fuzzy inside as it always did. “So,” He clapped his hands, “What happened?”
“As you may of heard, we went to a restaurant for lunch, right? And…things were quiet between us, for reasons that I can’t say, but yeah, we arrived and there were some fansites outside but we quickly escaped them as we went inside and we brought to our table and our orders were taken. After the waitress left, I started to question why things were so awkward between us even after we seemed to be getting along so well the day before, and we actually stopped being awkward around each other after that. He smiled and I smiled, and everything seemed to be going so well…but then-” You were explaining to Yoongi, who by the looks of it, was intently listening to what you had to say, and even seeming to go to the extent of studying every word you chose to use.
“Eunae showed up,” Yoongi concluded with a shake of the head. “Ah, this girl…”
You licked your lips. “Jungkook mentioned what happened between them as they…argued, I’m guessing. But,” You licked your lips again, “What really happened?”
“That, my friend,” Yoongi began his sentence before needing to take the last sip of his warm milk before continuing, “is something I cannot tell you. After all, it’s not my place to tell you.”
You crimsoned, feeling rather humiliated for asking such a question but it didn’t hurt to try, right? Plus, it was bugging you till no end about how things had really played out between the two. You wanted to know everything there was to know about the subject — just to understand how much she had hurt him and do something, anything, to heal his heart and stitch it back together. Even if you had completed one stitch out of a thousand, you would still consider that progress, especially when it came to the fact that it seemed as though not even a single one tear in his heart had been brought back together.
“But I will tell you this,” Yoongi started to say, gaining your undivided attention as your head lifted upwards and you intently watched him speak, “She hurt him. More than both you and I, or anyone probably, can comprehend. And from suffering from such shit, that’s going to take a long time, maybe even a lifetime to get over,”
“But,” Yoongi cleared his throat before finally making eye-contact with you. “I believe that you could possibly speed that process up. I mean, you two are going to be spending a lot of time together for the next nine to ten months, and there’s no doubt in my mind that within those months that something will happen. Whether it is that he, I don’t know, falls for you, or just lets you in beyond places we are located in. You’re capable of doing it. I mean, you’re doing it now, it’s just taking him a while to open up — as it should. But I’m very hopeful that this will happen and that somehow, someway you can or he can fix whatever has been killing him inside.”
I love the idea of Yooran after the secret endings, because I feel like Saeran would actually be a wonderful grounding force for the naive and lost-in-the-clouds Yoosung, and he'd help him learn to identify when he's being teased and get him to focus on school. Likewise, Yoosung is super loving and kindhearted and Saeran needs someone like that in his life, to tell him he's not worthless and that he does deserve love. Hands down, favorite ship. :)
yes I agree! I honestly think they’d be really really good for each other
Request: I’m not quite sure if I’ve sent a request to you yet or not, but if I haven’t, could I request something like newt & the reader are bffs & get into an argument & almost stop being friends. Later on they confess their love? Ty! Angst & fluff please!
You and Newt were out of the case, taking a small trip to pick up the usual grocery and personal necessities. However in the store, one lady had walked over, and was now flirting very obviously with Newt, yet he was too naive to tell what she was doing. The exchange was making you mad, watching her slowly get closer to him.
“Ahem, excuse me ma’m, but me and my friend need to get going, so if you could maybe stop your desperate flirting so we can get home?” You asked in an annoyed voice, staring at her. She gasped, as if shocked that you would say that, but you really didn’t care what she thought and just took Newt by the arm and dragged him out.
“Y/N why would you do that? She wasn’t being rude and I didn’t think she was flirting, in fact it was you who was being rude.” Newt scolded half-heartedly as you both walked to his apartment.
“Well I just knew that she was up to no good, and she was too flirting, or at least trying. Plus I wasn’t even that rude, so stop scolding me.” You mumbled, looking away from him so he wouldn’t see the frown on your face.
“Well I can handle myself, there’s no need for you to get so involved in a conversation that wasn’t yours.” He gave a small huff which made you a bit upset, but you weren’t going to admit that.
“I was just looking out for you Newt, no need to get all huffy and upset with me, plus she was taking up too much time, it’s best if we just stopped talking about it.” You were now gripping the grocery bag in your hand, a bit frustrated as to why he kept on the subject.
“She was not taking up time, and it wasn’t like I was just going to fall into her arms, and what if I want to keep talking about this, I mean it seems it matters with how rude you were back there.” You could see Newt roll his eyes, and then turned to look at him.
“Sorry for looking out for you, and no it doesn’t matter now, I just should’ve let you keep talking to that woman who was definitely up to no good.” You glared at him slightly, but were surprised when he returned the intense eye contact. Your frame wilted slightly, finally looking away from him and continuing to walk.
“Look, lets just get these bags inside.” You muttered to where you hoped he could hear.
“I don’t feel like going inside, I’m going to take a walk, but you can go right ahead, I’m not stopping you.” Newt gestured for you to walk inside, setting the bags he was carrying before he walked right back out.
Now you stood there, looking at the empty doorway that he had just been standing. You slowly made your way to putting up the groceries, feeling no motivation, but knowing you had to. After you were done, you changed out of your clothes and curled up in a blanket in front of the fireplace, your eyes finally starting to tear up. However now you were just crying, wishing you had never said that when you heard the door open up suddenly, making you look up.
There was Newt, at first he seemed to still be acting like he was earlier, until he saw you hastily wiping away tears.
“Y-Y/N… I’m sorry.. I shouldn’t have done that..” he walked over to you and sat down beside you.
“No.. I’m s-sorry, I shouldn’t have been so rude.. I’m so sorry.. please forgive me” you sniffled loudly, not wanting to cry again.
Next thing you know, you were being hugged by Newt, immediately hugging back just as tightly.
“I.. I love y-you Y/N…” he spoke, looking at you nervously.
“I love you t-to Newt.. that’s why I got so jealous..” you replied, smiling sheepishly.
“Shh it’s alright now Y/N, I’m not going to lose you now that I’ve got you.” He whispered against your hair, and pulled you closer into his warm embrace in front of the fire.
Its funny to look back to when I was 14 or 16, I thought I knew everything and had it all figured out, viewed myself as an adult, but now I realise how naive I fucking was. I didn’t know shit. And yes, I’ll probably look back in 5 years to 19 year old and think how dumb I am now. But damn, honestly I was such a child.
They balance each other out so well. Like, Moana is the sea, the sun, and the warmth, and Elsa is the ice, the snow, and the cold. They both have talents/destinies that they can put to good use for their people, but also for self discovery. Those talents/destinies are prohibited by their parents, but they deal with that in different ways. Elsa conforms to her parents’ wishes, learns to fear herself and her talents, and that shapes her personality. Moana is consistently curious about her destiny and always seeks the answers, and that shapes her personality.
Moana is outgoing. She speaks to her people, she comes up with solutions quickly, and she allows her destiny to guide her. However, she is a bit naive and can be stubborn. Elsa is, at first, introverted, fearful, not outgoing. She becomes comfortable with her powers and begins to trust that she can use them for good and control them, but she must still isolate herself somewhat. Elsa is inside herself, unsure of others and maybe sometimes even herself.
Moana can teach Elsa to trust in her powers and in her destiny. She can make Elsa a stronger leader and person. In turn, Elsa can teach Moana patience, she can show her how to look at situations from different viewpoints and take away her stubbornness when necessary. Elsa can teach Moana to think before acting quickly.
They have similar stories, yet they are two very different women. There is much for each to learn from the other, and they would be such cute girlfriends, being able to share their personalities with one another. They would make each other stronger leaders and stronger people in general.
In my opinion I think yoriko probably thought that touka fell a victim for a ghoul since you know, she was working at a place that was run by ghouls? That could ad more of a reason of why yoriko felt sad, because she probably thought that touka was*cough*dead*cough*.
That’s also another option I’ve considered- there’s a lot of different ways which it could go. Perhaps Yoriko is even just naively in denial that her best friend being a ghoul is even an option, even though she knows something doesn’t add up. In the Bento novel Yoriko and Touka had a fight because Yoriko mistook Touka’s secrecy for her not caring about their friendship so there’s a precedence for Yoriko thinking she loved Touka more than Touka loved her. We’ll have to wait and see! I’m so looking forward to Touka and Yoriko development and A :REUNION!!
I'm a diehard follower of the blog and wanted to thank you for it. Also, your favorite running gag and thoughts on the ending sequences with the ending theme? For me the BRILLIANCE of Maris and I thought they were absolutely genious.
Thanks so much! My favorite running gag has to be the Maris jokes too- they get me every time. I loved when they would randomly bring her back up in the later seasons, since by that time she was out of the picture and they’d mostly dropped the jokes.
Daphne’s long rambly and horrifying stories about her family
any time Daphne got really dark in general and freaked everyone out
Niles asking a stupid and naive question (and Frasier mocking him for it)
“Off you go” and “Well, I hope you’re happy!”
The ending tags were great too! I like that Frasier’s ~theme song was actually an ending theme, and the little scenes were wordless. Not that Frasier is the only show to ever do something like that, but it still feels unique and really fun. Especially when the ending tag is a little mini callback to something mentioned earlier in the episode.
So a few months ago I started listening t@thebrightsessions s podcast and quickly sped through all the available episodes and couldn’t wait for more. Now they’ve started releasing season 3 and it’s confirmed that one of the main characters, Chloe Turner, is asexual!
Not only is the entire series really good and completely absorbing, but Chloe is awesome! She’s optimistic but not naive. She sees the good in people and never stops trying to help, even when she is exposed to people’s inner demons. I had a slight suspicion she was ace, but I can’t remember where I got that and assumed it was just a headcanon, never to be realized.
But! In this most recent episode (ep. 28) it is explicitly said that Chloe is asexual and that “some people find asexuality a difficult concept to grasp”!!!!! Can I just say how amazing it is to have a mental health professional, even just a fictional one, affirm and support asexuality? Because it’s awesome and makes me really happy.
Go check out The Bright Sessions! It has conspiracies and superpowers and romance! And Chloe!
7: Does your OTP ever have snowball fights? (bonus question: how does Illapa react at getting a surprise snowball lobbed at him?)
“Illapa, look at this!”
Naively, the priest turned, bringing his face perfectly in line with the trajectory of Solarine’s snowball. It burst in his face like a puff of lady’s face powder, coating his nose and cheeks and dusting the black wool of his winter coat. He blinked a heavy dusting of snowflakes from his eyelashes, revealing Solarine’s cheeky smile several paces away.
She laughed and spun the second he moved, and they were off across the snowy field. Illapa’s long legs made him a formidable pursuer, but he had no stamina for running, whereas Solarine could run him in ragged circles if she was allowed to keep a lead. The priestess snatched up handfuls of snow to lob at him as she ran, and he lost precious strides every time he had to deflect her icy barrage.
There was one thing he could do, however. Instead of following at the heels of her dainty boots, he began moving obliquely, preventing her from running him in circles and driving her toward the snow drifts piled up at the tree line. Just as expected, Solarine’s shorter legs and layers of woolen skirts caused her to founder in the deepening snow. Her laughter crested in a playful shriek as Illapa flung himself at her and brought them both down into the snow bank.
Solarine could only flail at him with her colorful mittens as he pelted handfuls of snow into the vaguely priestess-shaped hole in the snow drift in which he’d trapped her. Soon enough, his black-clad form dipped into the snow drift to join her, and the flailing mittens stilled, coming to rest bright against the dark wool on his back.
First time I watched merlin (as a naive child): you know, im pretty sure they are just friends yes there are some moments but just friendly. Watching merlin now (as a person who had a chance to grow up): GAYGAYGAY LOOK! THEY ARE SO IN LOVE!!
i was like. god. mustve been like 8 or something when i first watched it? so i was totally oblivious to gay even being a possibility (which is a shame that they couldn’t. make it one. like think of the rep and the influence! will never know if they couldnt because of the legend’s important to the british public or because the beeb or whoever didnt want The Gays in their company….) but once i grew up and like. knew about it. it’s so obvious i feel????? i mean i guess it’s subjective but also it’s lowkey cannon in a way so screw that they love each other and it’s a shame that couldn’t be stressed more in the show (altho i guess u could argue the whole show comes down to their bond so im not complaining about that)