Chief Bang mentioned he used to be a detective while he was fighting Jung Hyun Soo? According to the character description on the drama website Chief Bang and Ji Wook are 15 years apart… If Ji Wook was 7 or 8 when the fire happened….
Maybe Chief Bang was a detective working on the investigation back then? And that’s how they met? And Chief Bang stuck with him so he could watch over Ji Wook precious bean? And later even became his investigator so he could keep helping him? Because he knew it was fishy but nothing could be done about dirty rotten prosecutor Jang?
Put your hands up if you’re with me!
(even hee joon agrees lol)
EDIT: I keep wondering why Ji Wook always looks surprised and even kinda confused every time chief bang shows deep concern or does something to take care of him… if the above theory is true could it mean he might not know/remember chief bang is connected to his past yet?! And now I’m getting all paranoid… like chief bang better not have some twist in his plot like he’s the one prosecutor jang used to start the fire or destroy/hide evidence and that’s why chief bang stuck around Wook because he feels guilty or some crazy shet like that. Omg somebody help. This has gone too far and started from seriously nothing. The last marble has officially been lost. Ignore my ranting because it was late and I’m actually crazy.
In which Layla Williams is Lyle Williams, self-proclaimed side-kick, best-friend to Willa Stronghold (whom he’s slightly in love with), and an all-around good guy who’s just trying to eat as much Chinese Food (Vegan Chinese Food!), make it through freshman year (without punching Grayson in the face), and muster up the courage to ask the daughter of the Commander and Jetstream out.
Also in which, Warren Peace, is… Warren Peace (because that’s still the best pun)… and she’s trying to keep cool and collected, ignore all the pesky Freshman especially her nemesis by birthright, Willa Stronghold, who’s father sent Peace’s father to prison. All she needs to do is get through school, work her shifts at the Paper Lantern, and definitely not accidentally burn anything too crisp… again.
What she isn’t expecting is to have to be the waitress to the best friend to said nemesis by birthright and then talk to said best friend which ends with her giving Lyle love advice? What she expects less is to have the nice and sweet Lyle Williams purposely sit with her at lunch and then ask her to be his fake girlfriend… Freshman! Ahh well, she’ll do anything to get back at Stronghold… even is this means she’ll have to move roasting her to the back seat.
What Lyle isn’t expecting is to have no one to go to the homecoming dance with, and Willa asking him about it… He had said, Peace, because that seemed like a good idea at the time. But hey, Peace had ultimately said yes, so that’s a good thing… even if he won’t be able to see her in a dress… Not that she needed to wear a dress, she looked sex- good! Good, she looked good, in her leather jacket and ripped jeans… It was still something… and Willa’s plan, the plan for Willa, that seemed to be working.
There was only one tiny, minuscule problem. Peace had a smile, and it was nice smile… and gave Lyle goosebumps… and sent his heart racing… and made him question everything…
There was only one tiny problem for Peace, Lyle called her “babe”. Also he was so annoying… You know in the way that’s kind of that’s… almost… slightly… cute and very attractive?
I’m really liking how this one turned out. Such a cute little fluffy ending, too! Let me know what you think about this one guys. I might just go reread it because I so enjoyed writing it! Thank you to all the people leaving feedback last time - I’m looking at you @cajunlizard, @thevanishedillusion, @the-blue-haired-boy, and @legrandfoyer! Enjoy, everyone.
Prompt[s]: Is there more? Please tell me there is more.
An Interview With Tony Stark was one of the nicest, vanilla-coffee-with-beatles-background-music level of delighful, and best written stories I have read in a long long time
I’d definitely love to see more of this story! … maybe Tony can keep stealing the reader away from Bruce to help him with his projects…
Bruce bashed his fists against the door to Tony’s lab incessantly.
They used to share a laboratory space, but a combination of Tony’s
spread-everything-everywhere habits and Bruce’s growing need for a larger room
forced them to different floors. Luckily they weren’t so far apart that, should
there be an emergency, they could still reach each other in short time.
Bruce considered this a… mild emergency.
He hadn’t had to “knock” long before the door finally
opened. It only opened a crack, mind you. Tony put himself in the small gap
between the door itself and the frame. He smiled thinly.
“Hey, pal. What’s going on?”
Really sorry this has been such a long wait! My other wip has gotten far out of hand and is consuming my life, basically. Now jongyu get to shift from the is-he-gay-dance to the do-i-want-to-risk-my-friendship dance. Hope y’all enjoy! Things are going to move a bit faster after this one.
Original Request:“Can you write some smutty JB scenario like make up sex? Have a great day 💞”
Member(s): Im Jaebum
out of control heartbeat, a pounding headache, and a sickening
feeling in your stomach were all of the side affects of fighting with
your fiance, Jaebum. His anger levels were always terrifying, the
wind of his hand quickly raising to push his hair back out of his
face startling you each time. The only time the two of you really
fought was during some sort of misunderstanding, where one of you is
trying to expose the clarity of the situation, only resulting in an
the love of all that is holy, Jaebum, please explain to me how that
woman attached to your lips wasn’t ‘what it looked like.’”
You shouted, tears spilling continuously out the corners of your
said that she tripped over the carpet, which I don’t believe for a
second, by the way, and she ended up crashing into me so I was
against the wall and according to her, she just happened to land
directly onto my lips. I’m telling you right now that it’s
bullshit so why are you still convinced that I was cheating on you?
You know, if you had just waited around for two more seconds, you
would have seen me push her off of me and tell her that I was happily
engaged. But you just like to jump to conclusions don’t you, Y/N?”
at the rudeness of Jaebum’s final words to you, you wiped the tears
that covered your face and forced yourself to sculpt your expression
into something emotionless.
It took me many, many years of having my life ruined by Shonda Rhimes to realize that the world won’t end if I stop watching a television show. Just because it once gave me sky high feelings doesn’t mean I have to pull out all the stops to try and prolong the emotional roller coaster ride. When you’ve fangirled for a few decades, you learn to cope with the reality that one day you will wake up, look at a photo of your favorite actress, and discover that the feeling is just…GONE. Or you’ll watch your ship sink and shrug your shoulders, knowing that two more random idiots will soon enter your life and reign supreme. For every ship there is a season. A time to weep, and a time to read every smut fan fic you can possibly find, and a time to move on. The 30-year-old fangirl gets this.
There wasn’t a word of this that I didn’t nod my head at. Leaving a show behind, quitting a ship, staying out of petty fights, shrugging off haters, picking the friends that matter… fandom is much sweeter the more perspective on life you possess. You realize that the fandom itself doesn’t really matter, but how it enhances your life does. So make your fandom life a happy place. Lord knows no one else will do it for you.
edited to add: I am saying this because *I* identify with it. I’m not saying you all have to too. I assume we’re all able, regardless of age, to decide our own truth and level of investment with fandom. That was sort of the whole point with the post, actually: figuring out what you like and owning it. That’s what I’m doing it. If you disagree with it, good for you and I’m glad. I can only speak for me, but I’m not going to let someone else tell me what I feel is wrong.