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doopdevil · 3 years ago

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How about a little drabble with lizard curt (prompt 31) perhaps s/o is a Herpetologist much like him and is easily distracted by his appearance. (In a good way of course) :)

you’re so easily distracted prompt version 2. | curt connors x gn!herpetologist!reader

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warnings: n/a

pairings: curt connors x gender neutral!herpetologist!reader

word count: 509

summary: working with your boyfriend can be wonderful, as in wonderfully distracting.

a/n: i did some research on herpetology for this. research being me forgetting the different parts of a microscope from middle school biology class 😭 enjoy and thank you for requesting! <3

“The problem here seems to be the same as last time,” you murmured, “The proteins displayed here are specific to amphibians, so replicating this process in mammals will be tedious.”

With careful precision, you adjusted the focus knob on the intricate microscope, desperately hoping that if you squint hard enough, you’d find something new in your research. One of the biggest obstacles hindering limb regeneration is the stark difference between human and reptile DNA - a stark comparison similar to that of apples and oranges. As much as you dreaded to admit defeat, the lengthy yawn you suddenly released had beaten you to the punch.

Instances like these weren’t uncommon, you and Curt being the only two occupying the lab late into the night, running purely on caffeine and determination. Most couples would be asleep right now, or out having a romantic dinner somewhere in the city. But you and Curt found yourselves here, fully immersed in the formidable research you both pursued.

Slumping in your revolving chair, you slowly turned towards Curt, beginning to grow weary from the arduous amount of work you had taken on. Across from your desk, he sat in his office, clearly lost in thought, his face illuminated by the soft blue light of his computer. The scientist typically kept a neat appearance, one that would gradually become more and more disheveled as the night continued, his sage green tie loosening a bit while he let his posture deflate. His fair brows were furrowed in concentration, and his soft lips curled downwards into a confused frown, but an adorable one nonetheless. You could just barely make out his tousled blonde hair, which suddenly became more apparent once he ran his hand through it with a sigh, just as you would during deep kisses and while falling asleep together.

You nearly jumped when his blue eyes locked with your own, immediately becoming flustered now that you were caught in the act.

“You’re so easily distracted,” Curt replied, features softening as he gave you a small smile.

“It’s not my fault I’d rather be asleep with you,” you pouted, crossing your arms as you made your way into his office.

All-nighters were an especially common routine for the two of you this particular week, now that Oscorp seemed insistent on holding a gala to show off its most prestigious projects. In a way, you felt lucky that you and Curt worked together. If you pursued your vocation anywhere else, chances were you wouldn’t get to see each other at all. But even while working with one another, times of affection could grow sparse if you neglected it enough. Allowing yourself to stretch a bit as you got up, you strode towards his office, feeling restless for even a morsel of relaxation with him.

Heading towards the back of his chair, you lazily hung your arms around his neck. You released a content sigh, allowing yourself to melt into the crook of his neck.

“...We should probably go home,” Curt murmured, leaning into your touch with closed eyes.

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generalfoolish · 4 years ago

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Could I request a soulmate fic from your list? Either 8 with Loki or 29 with Bucky (like maybe the soulmate is his mission but he can't do it or something and it ends fluffy?)

Don't mind about gender.

Inner Workings

Pairing: Loki x gn!Reader Series: Soulmate AUs Soulmate Prompt: The voice inside your head, your inner monologue, is in the voice of your soulmate

Word Count: 2.8K

A/N: Hey babe! I love Loki for this one! (I'm not brave enough for Bucky yet, but I love the idea of him fighting against his training and not doing the mission for his soulmate 😭) This is a request from I've been working through the Soulmate Prompts! Sorry it took a minute to get out, I struggled with world building a bit this time and then it got away from me. Hope you enjoy 💕

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"Sure thing, sir. We'll get the new one sent over right away." You rolled your eyes as you hung up your phone.

Imbecile. Utter moron. Surely, there are better uses for your immense talent? Something other than listening to idiots droll on about their supposed issues.

You clicked onto the job search page, stifling a grin at your inner monologue. Ever since you could remember that lilting and coy English accent was reminding you to take no shit. If it wasn't for your constant inner voice telling you to grow a spine, you were certain you'd disappear altogether.

You clicked your pen absentmindedly while waiting for the searches to load. You wouldn't really leave your job, but it never hurts to look.

You should, without a doubt, leave this job. The work is mind-numbing, and I would know.

It had been strange at first, a British male in your ear, urging you to act out mischievously. But you'd accepted it in time, and you often surprised yourself with what you were really thinking.

You turned your focus back to the computer screen and glanced through the titles. Nothing much stood out, but as you were about to click off and do your actual job you noticed a quite high paying offer.

What're you waiting for? Click on it.

A job experience working with Stark Industries, which offered much more than your current employer. Renewable energy, climate change research, environmental management, and the list went on. You were more than qualified, having studied environmental and biological sciences at university, but Stark Industries? That was a long shot.

Apply for it, you oaf. You're burdened with glorious purpose, would you waste it here? Would you waste your limitless talent here amongst those who would see you fail?

You wondered for a moment before clicking further into the application. You'd try for it, not that you were expecting a miracle.

You finished the day and started your long trek home. You turned on a podcast to tune your thoughts out. For once, your inner turmoil and thoughts seemed at odds with one another, and it unsettled you in a way you'd never experienced before. You felt split in two, mind and soul ripped apart from within.

When you finally made it back to your apartment, you had the worst migraine of your life. All you could do was lay in bed with a washrag over your face and hope you didn't puke.

You fell asleep like that, praying for death with your damn consciousness telling you you deserved more than you were getting. That life had beaten you down, but you were destined for beautiful things.

You dreamt of a golden throne. When you sat upon it you were confined there by snakes. Millions descended upon you, choking you, and you awoke covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Your migraine had faded to a full throb, but for once, it was quiet. You were alone with the implications of your dream. No sarcastic, accented voice in your ear telling you to do better, work harder. Just loneliness, and a new bitter feeling of emptiness.

There was an acrid taste in your mouth that pushed you to the kitchen of your small apartment. You plodded along, reaching for a glass to fill with the tap water that would leave a hint of burning chlorine behind.

"You've wanted to understand for so long, haven't you?" Your fingers tightened around the cup, and your skin crawled at the voice. A familiar rasp you’d never heard outside of your mind, a coying tone that carried with it the heat of your past failings, an unsubtle reminder that your grand plans had been wasted and unfulfilled.

Now, sitting in front of you, on your couch, was a real man who that voice belonged to. It was fitting, your own consciousness belonging to another, after you had reasoned that there was nothing quite as soul-sucking as your current dead-end job.

“You’re the voice in my head.” His voice, your voice, told you. You looked at him in the dim light of dawn, and you tried to steady your trembling hands. He was beautiful, transcendent even, highlighted by the glare of the moon. His skin was smooth and pale, marble-esque and ancient, not a far cry from the Pantheon statues of gods. He sat rigidly, uncomfortably, too big for the small space, too tall for the low couch. Yet, you knew him. Not from looks alone, though his narrowed green eyes seemed familiar in a way you could not name, and his lips reminded you of a memory you could not recall. It was in his countenance that you found yourself falling heavily into. The heavy set of his shoulders, under armor and gold, and the frown that rode his lips, drew you in further and showed you a relationship you could not comprehend.

“As I am the one in yours.” He said, reiterating a point you had missed while admiring him. In an instant, or an eternity, you woke up in your bed. The sun glaring through the window promised an over-snoozed alarm, and the rumbling of the city below outlined an impossible commute to work. Your dreams were mostly forgotten as you scrambled out of your sheets and to the closet. You’d skip the shower today, and regret it later.

When your phone buzzed on the nightstand your heart stuttered to a stop. Anxiety and a fear of confrontation paralyzed you. Eventually, the stress won out and you answered it breathlessly. The first words shut your brain down.

It was Stark Industries.

You got the job.

You started immediately.

You waited for the inner monologue to begin, for your constant companion and champion to tear this opportunity down, or lift you up. But, nothing came. Sure, your mind was flooded with thoughts, worries, and fears, but none of them fit that which you had come to expect. For once, you were filled with silence, and the emptiness echoed endlessly. The loss reverberated in your bones, you felt hollowed out and wrong. You might have dealt more easily with a loss of a limb.

When you finally arrived in front of the Stark Tower, the door opened before you. A man took you, wordlessly, and led you to the elevator. He punched the number for floor 33, and stood stoically in his corner. You tried to minimize yourself. The quiet, stuffy air of the elevator was nearly impossible to breathe in. At once, you feared breathing too loudly, and appearing too meek. You tried to focus on slowing your breath, too quieten it, and look around. It was clear that Stark was a fan of open floor plans, because as the glass elevator raced higher your view of the entire tower was only getting better.

The floors crept up quickly, and when 33 was reached the doors opened abruptly. The reveal was breathtaking. It looked like what everyone imagined the future was going to look like back when the “future” held an idiosyncratic hold over the masses. Sleek, gunmetal silver accents, solid glass walls, open office spaces, and the ever-present, looming sense of real money growing in every corner.

The man from the lobby led you silently down the hall to the left. Behind every glass panel was something you wanted to see, something you were dying to know more about. If you weren’t struggling to keep up with the quick strides of your guide, then you might find yourself pressed against the glass trying to sneak a peek at the new tech.

Your escort stood beside the only closed off room on the entire floor, and you obediently knocked, before pushing the heavy door open.

“Hello?” You asked, shouldering the door open. The office was a stark contrast to the open labs before, heavy wooden bookshelves lined the space. Books spilled onto the floor, and covered the massive desk in the middle of the room. A man sat in the middle, nose down, reading quickly. He lifted his finger, and you closed the door behind you. The heavy thump and click coincided with a flourish of the man’s hand to the chair in front of the desk, but still his eyes remained trained on the book in front of him.

You took the seat, wordlessly, studying the man as he studied the words before him. His black hair fell to about his shoulders that was slicked back and curled at the ends. His skin was milk white, nearly translucent in the dimly lit room, the only light streaming in from in between the curtains over the window. His forehead was creased in thought, but his eyebrows pulled tightly across the span of skin leading to sharp, green eyes. Underneath thick eyelashes, you could see those eyes flitting across words, and occasionally, he would crinkle his sharply angled nose, pulling those dark eyebrows down further. He was bunched over the text, but he looked achingly familiar.

Finally, when you thought you might explode from anticipation, he looked up at you. Immediately, those emerald pools cut through you, and you recognized the stern expression. He had been the subject of your dream, and you almost laughed. How incredibly lucky, that you would have a weird dream about your new boss, a man you’d never seen, hours before being offered the job. You stifled the laugh, and any trace of embarrassment you were definitely feeling, and waited for him to speak.

You would finally be able to put this to bed. It was a fluke that you heard a man’s voice for so long, and now that you had a face to the voice, actually seeing someone without the familiar intonations would absolve you.

Except, the man didn’t speak straight away. In fact, he looked as confused as you felt. The air seemed to slip from the room, and he smoothed a hand down his hair, seemingly nervous.

“What are you doing here?” He asked finally, your stomach lurching in time to the syllables. Every word hit you square, and your heart beat heavily against your ribs. You knew that voice better than your own. When you couldn’t speak, when words died on your tongue, that voice was there. That voice had uplifted, admonished, and surged you into the person you were today. Now, sitting across from you, this new face spoke that voice again. Your tongue felt too big for your mouth, which was too dry.

“Who are you?” The man tried again, those dark eyebrows casting down and darkening the impossibly bright eyes beneath them. Still, your throat froze around any sound you could make. You sat still, dumbfounded and mute.

Your mind, though, raced with possibility. And as clear as ever, your voice was back to you, his voice, that voice.

What in god’s name is this? An All-Father trick? An illusion I’ve created? A cruel temptation, courtesy of Tony Stark?

You furrowed your own eyebrows. The voice was one you recognized, but the thoughts were new to you. Tempered, less emotional, tired.

“I just accepted a job at Stark Industries, and then I was led here. Are you my new boss?” You asked, a sudden wave of courage cresting through you. The man rubbed his chin thoughtfully, before templing his fingers in front of him.

“Ahh, I see.” He told you, cryptically. “I am Loki, and you...you have some explaining to do.” You narrowed your eyes at this man, this Loki.

“I have no explaining to do. I am more than qualified for the position.” He waved his hand dismissively.

“Not about the position, of course you’re perfect for it. It was created for you.” Your mouth fell open with an audible click of your jaw. He raised a long and slender finger, asking without words for you to allow him to explain.

“I asked Stark to create the position, because I’ve been getting glimpses, moments, of a life for years. I’ve studied what it means, and I was able to manipulate the bond recently. You have haunted me for many years, you know.” You wrinkled your face in confusion. He was admitting something that seemed too incredulous to be true, and yet, you had had the same experience with him.

“I’ve known your voice for sometime.” You admitted, quietly, still processing. You searched his face, knowing instinctively that he was telling you the truth. “What does it mean, then?” You asked, looking into those deeply, sincere eyes. He smiled with half of his mouth, the tilted grin surprising you more than anything else, and he gestured around the room to the scattered and stacked tomes.

“I have no idea. I’ve spent years searching. I thought, perhaps, you were a witch. I thought you may have enchanted me. I spent some time learning all the abilities which could trigger such a thing between two strangers, and I have not learned a single thing. Even now, sitting across this desk, you are as strange to me as you are familiar.” His lopsided grin had leveled into a defeated line, a sullen thing.

“It’s like a bad rom-com.” You joked, half-heartedly, trying to lighten the mood. He narrowed his eyes.

“Rom-com? Romantic comedy, a type of movie or story.” The veil seemed to lift.

“I haven’t spent much time on Earth, doing mortal things.” He nodded as he explained. You screwed up your face again, puzzled at his words. You realized what you’d missed before.

Loki, brother of Thor, almost invaded the world, an actual god.

“Is it something from your planet?” You asked, reeling from this new realization.

“Rom-coms are definitely a Mid-gardian invention.” He snarked, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. You glared at him for a moment, before shaking your head.

“No, this connection between us. It’s like some dumb trope in movies, soul mates? The idea is like you're destined to be with this person, or maybe you share a soul, or your soul was split, or something. I’m not super into that, but is there something like that where you’re from?” You asked, leaning forward on your knees. You hadn’t expected this as your first day at Stark Industries.

“Of Asgard?” He considered your words, and his face slackened. “There was hamingja, or luck. But differently than you might think. It can be passed through generations, and is the quality of your essence. Not quite a soul, nor a mate. But, what you’re saying may have truth to it. If our soul’s are mates, then what’s next?” He was animated now, clearing space on the desk, dropping heavy books to the floor. You shook your head.

“Loki, soul mates aren’t real. It’s a Hollywood idea of love, it’s all glitz. It sells the movie, but there isn’t truth to it.” You told him, settling back into your own chair. Clearly, he had been onto something when he was chasing down enchantments and spells. But, why would anyone enchant you this way?

“There must be some truth to it, if it’s so prevalent amongst mortal stories.” He argued.

“Maybe, but it’s not like there are soul experts.” You joked. He clapped his hands in excitement.

“There are a few who may know more, Wanda or Strange, maybe. I’ll reach out. In the meantime, have you eaten? I’m positively ravenous. There’s a cafe near here, it’s the only place I’ll get a cup of coffee. The swill they serve here is a tragedy. Surely, they could afford real beans.” He stood and grabbed his coat as he talked. You went along with the movements. Food, coffee, it was too banal. The conversation had dipped it’s toes into something existentially upheaving, the existence of soulmates, and then settled back on flat ground as if it was an entirely normal topic.

The cynic in you wanted to deny everything, and just leave. This was too much, right? Too crazy. Yet, you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more to this. You had been hearing Loki’s voice for years, as long as you could remember. What would that mean, if not that you were linked somehow.

If nothing else, if everything else was falling down around your ears, you could have a cup of coffee with this perfect stranger. You could sip a latte and bitch about the ludicrous wealth of Tony Stark. You could eat a bagel with a beautiful man, and see what you had in common with him. You could even get used to the casual mentions of magic. It was a small step building to something you weren’t sure you could fathom, yet, but you were ready to take it. Whether Loki was your soulmate was a bridge to cross when you came to it again, for now, you just wanted the company of an old friend you’d never actually met.

tagged: @certifiedhunter @greeneyedblondie44 @ceruleanarwhal@litteraltrassh @jaskiers-sweetkiss

#loki x gn!reader #loki soulmate au #loki laufeyson x gn!reader #loki x reader #loki laufeyson x you #loki request #loki x you #loki brainrot

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ellsieee · 2 years ago

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Tagged by @bluespring864

Rules: answer 10 questions and tag 10 people you want to know better

Relationship status: Married to the fictional characters that live in my computer.

Favourite colour: I honestly don't have one. There isn't any one color I gravitate to but I guess I'll go with purple.

Three favourite foods: lobster, mooncake, durian

Song stuck in my head: Destiny by Newery from the I Will Knock You OST. I can't get over Thi dancing alone. I'm traumatized.

Last thing I listened to: Charles Ponzi's scheme by Planet Money

Last thing I googled: Super Trio series

Time: 12:10 PM

Dream trip: Iceland to see the aurora borealis.

Anything I really want: For Thi and Noey's story to end happily.

Currently reading: SCI 謎案集 by 耳雅 (S.C.I. Mystery Files by Er Ya)

Last song: 天下有情人 by 勤深深 (All the Lovers In the World by Qin Shen Shen)

Last movie: Cherry Magic The Movie 😅 If we're talking about a box office movie, it's been a while. I saw Die Hard on TV over the holidays...

Last series: I watch too many series concurrently. The last series I watched was I Will Knock You. 😭 The last series I finished is probably The Director Who Buys Me Dinner.

Sweet, savoury, or spicy: Is it cheating to say sweet and savory like candied bacon? 🤤

Currently working on: Finishing this post. Catching up on series that came out this week. Squeezing in a nap so I will be able to stay awake for the AO final.

Craving: For Stef to actually call Daniil for advice. Because they're besties of course. 😂 "Man you better shut your fuck up ok". 🤣

Context: From Karen's post match presser: Q. How can Tsitsipas beat Djokovic, if it's Novak? Karen Khachanov: "Maybe he should call Daniil, who is the only player from our generation to have beaten Novak in a Grand Slam final."

Tea or coffee: I love both but probably tea a little bit more.

Tagging: @victooooorious @vickyawesome and anyone else that wants a distraction. I don't want to put anyone on the spot. 😅

#ask els #random els things

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sailors-fightinginthedancehall · 3 years ago

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Agents of SHIELD episode 21 thoughts! (SO FAR)

Oh Ward set a house on fire with his brother inside that's lovely

Prison breakout? Fun :D

Coulson's got a presentation ready very informative :D

With CHARTS! :DDDD

They found a computer!!! With NO AUTHORITY!! WOOP WOOP!!

Vigilantes who do the right thing wooooo :)

"And I want my plane back" :DDDDDD

You've turned him into a new man? Are you sure you turned him into any sort of man?

Fitz and his faith in humanity :)

OMG HOWLING COMMANDOS TECH HOWLIES TECH HOWLIES TECH THIS IS SO FUCKING COOL

Here we come, smoking laser cigarettes as we break down your door :D

"I'm not a mind reader" I understood that reference

It's not an eye thing, it's ✨traumaaaaa✨ and ✨the need to feel appreciated✨

Yes May you're GORGEOUS, STUNNING

The SLEEPY SLEEP GUN?! ICER is wayyyyy better

Ooh the fourth floor is ✨funky✨

The sound of a man being beaten up in a lift by May and Coulson, music to my ears :D

THE. BACKFLIPS. AS. YOU. BEAT. HIM. UP. MAY. I. AM. IN. LOVE.

MIKE!!!! 😭😭😭😭

Garrett was the first Deathlok?! Why isn't he all funky?

Okay I know he's an ass but little Grant with his doggy in the rain :(

Is it bad that I'm not sad at all?

Oh Garrett is funky!

FITZ I KNOW WARD IS SAD WITH HIS DOGGY BUT HE CAN'T BE SAVED. I'M SO FUCKING SORRY. I WISH THERE WAS A WAY.

I feel I should be more sad about Garrett dying but I'm not sad

May have I mentioned I'm in love with you. Respectfully. I'm in love.

They're in 🎶Havana oh na na🎶 (I'm so sorry)

#agents of shield #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d.#Melinda May #John Garrett #Grant Ward #phil coulson #mike peterson

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thedetectivessay · 4 years ago

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season three has come and gone! so here are new ones (it's been a while so a reminder: this is gonna be super spoilery!)

• As we know now, the USB Kwangsoo stole contains list of potential criminals. But in S1, C was bent on getting the USB because it contained the program that will fix whatever's causing the chips to malfunction.

(And we saw that the chip fixing program is really what it contained: on the final "location," C was shown to upload the contents on his own computer, prepare it to be sent to the Adversaries, and even tried to use it to fix his 'failed test subjects' henchmen.)

Now, with all of that said: if the contents were different (chip fix program vs potential criminals list), did K intentionally switch them before the Tartarus test? If he did, where's the flashdrive containing the fix for the chips?

• Alternatively: someone else could have switched it. Kwangsoo openly told the team that when he went to sell the USB, Godmother said that "it wasn't the right one." That's why he was beaten.

If the USB he brought had the potential criminals list ("the right one"), Soohyang could have just taken it from him and hired their own hacker. But that option wasn't on the table - again, because it did not have what she wanted.

Which means it could've very well been the one that contained the program to fix the chips.

So, if K brought the right flashdrive to the Tartarus test, did Kwangsoo switch the flashdrives? And if he did, where did he get the one that contained the list? And who instructed him to do so?

• Where was Kwangsoo the whole year of his absence? He mentioned about his run-in with Hwalbindang, but that shouldn't have cost him like a whole actual year.

I know this is probably territory for the fanfiction writers that the PDs left open, but it still makes me wonder, especially since there's the discrepancy between the contents of the flashdrives.

• Okay, let me just say this: the core values and beliefs of Hwalbindang confuses the daylights out of me.

So! According to Soohyang, they exist to get rid of people that the law can't punish. Cool. Makes sense.

They wanted the list because they wanted to, I don't know, expedite their whole purpose.

Fine. I guess.

But then, what confuses me is that they offer the same criminals they want to get rid of a place in their organization. Like Bohyun. I think he was listed as one of the 8 in that screen we see whenever an episode concludes? Like the confirmed criminals list? But then Soohyang evidently offered a spot to him and even used him as her own personal h*tman.

It wasn't just him. Hyeyoon was a murderer, too - and we know where she ended up in the organization.

Even Minyoung was offered a place within their ranks first. When she said no, Soohyang easily switched to getting rid of her.

So that whole thing with Hwalbindang just makes me go ??? Like, what are you actually about? Do you want to actually preemptively get rid of threats, or are you actually just serving your own purposes? Are you actually just justifying the crimes under the mask of justice?

If you think about it, Hwalbindang ain't nothing but a hypocritical criminal organization. They're just a bigger evil that harms their society even more because they really think what they're doing is right 🙄

• Let's jump back to the list for a bit. Y'all, who generated those? Who created the program the came up with that list? And how far did the "predictive" program get? Up to what year did the list go? If we'd had a S4, would it have explored a 2021 list?

• And because I'm forever salty about this: what in the world happened to the Adversaries? That's my one gripe about the PDs' comments. I'm sorry, but this show isn't complete yet. I get having different arcs each season, but don't leave the other ones hanging 😭

We can only hypothesize so much through fanfiction. We still need answers 😭😭😭

• How did Soohyang know about Minyoung being assigned as Cassandra? 😳

tbc

A List of Things Still Left Unanswered: Busted Edition

(to be updated as I remember them)

• In S1EP5, Dr. Park Haejin was shown to be a calculating criminal. Everything that he did was deliberate: bringing the team to the island through Changhee; getting Jaesuk, Kwangsoo, and Sehun inside the secret room to make himself appear the redeemable bad guy; and so much more.

So, if almost everything that he did was calculated, why did he shake Kwangsoo's hand--and only his hand--after the team has successfully taken him out of the island? (Remember: Kwangsoo was as confused as the others, so there weren't any secret there that they shared.)

• On a similar note, why did K decide to work with Dr. Park's dad when he knows that he or his son could be harmful to others? Haejin never answers when the team asks how they are connected, just smirked and went inside the cop car. Was he even the boy in the picture with K and older Dr. Park, or was that someone else?

• Yeonseok had never been straightforward as far as what he thinks of K. He speaks favorably of Project D, but he's never even implied that he and K, even as one of the first successful subjects, had a good or even speaking relationship. So, is K really the good guy we know him to be, or is he morally gray, hiding something that even Jaesuk during his year of working secretly for him never even picked up on?

• In Tartarus, the team was warned not to trust Minyoung. Of course, it can just be a deterrent for them so they won't ask her questions and rely on her. But as Jaesuk explained that he and K kept close watch on the team members because they suspect someone is untrustworthy, and Minyoung has been singled out by K, is Minyoung, then, someone worthy of our suspicion too?

• On that same note, before Flower Killer revealed himself, he gifted each of the members a flower that tells them he knows their weaknesses. Minyoung, out of anything she could have gotten, received anemone - "betrayal." Since he's been watching them closely, why does he point out Minyoung as a traitor?

• In S1EP1, M told the team (minus Sejeong) that each of them has a memory they had forgotten, something in their past they don't remember. What are those memories? Will we ever find out what each of them don't remember?

tbc

#random #Busted Netflix

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