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leverage-ot3 · 9 months ago

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time for the obligatory post about what episodes I want to see in the upcoming leverage season(s)

(for reference, I made this similar post in 2020 after the reboot was announced. I'm pasting some from that post bc I still want them to happen lol)

new ideas:

I mentioned a date night episode in the last post (apollo really did bless me with foresight for the date night job on that one) but for considerment: ot3 date night. possibly their first date night after they all get together. breanna and sophie know it's happening (harry is, like, peripherally aware) and some crime hijinks are going down and the three of them are frantically trying to stop bad things from happening that are going to interfere with the date. I want to see them going through it behind the metaphorical curtain. I want to see breanna fighting for her life trying to out-hack the hacker that is going to ruin their ten-part itineraried date. harry has to get in a fistfight and eliot is so proud about it when he finds out after everything is over

tree law episode. harry has been frothing at the mouth about it since it was made. his life has been moving him towards this penultimate moment. breanna thinks it's HILARIOUS and cheers him on 100% of the way. she is VERY enthusiastic about this con

I'm not going to mention certain things because I've seen jrogers posting on bluesky social and I know he might be already writing some of those plots

con that the food trucks have plot-relevance. like, one of his food truck stations is being harassed /victimized by, like, a local gang or something that takes advantage of food truck/cart workers and the team steps in. the actual (veteran) food truck workers get involved in the con. leverage international might just have gained a few retainer members

quinn should come back for an episode. I know the actor is friends with ckane. they should make it happen because it would be iconic and I said so

on a similar note, ckane is friends with jensen ackles and. guys. wouldn't it- wouldn't it be extremely funny if a flame from eliot's past named sean sylvester who is a rugged drifter with a questionable past

episode where tara or maggie (or BOTH, can you imagine how powerful that would be???) come back and there is slight flirting with sophie possibly??? that or very obvious chemistry from a past tryst. sophie has slept with both of them, I know it in my heart of hearts. bonus points if tara and maggie fall in love (I think it would be funny. maggie's taste in men is canonically atrocious, I think she deserves someone like tara at this point)

I just want a lot of side characters to come back, okay? sue me I miss them

gonna put the rest under the cut since this post has become obscenely long

not episode-specific, but I want more mentions of the korean leverage team. and all the other teams too! we know that in canon there is the south korean one, the nigerian one, and one in london (I think that's it for mentions so far, but correct me if I'm wrong!)

episodes addressing issues with american imperialism and its effects on minorities and marginalized communities, specifically within this country (there aren't a lot of episodes where they are actively out of country)

dear fucking god take a more abolitionist stance on policing I'm begging. would it KILL you to not be weird about cops? pls just punch some more cops. take down white supremacist cops, I'm sure you can scrounge something up bffrrn

women's rights episodes. I know it's kind of recent, but episodes about accessibility of stuff like birth control, abortion access, etc. y'all are capable of making excellent episodes on that I know it

more climate crisis-related episodes. god knows you're feeling it in the deep south

taking down a corrupt megachurch pastor (although lbr, there is no ethical megachurch anything and you can fight me on this)

something to do with ace rights bc I think it would be really cool to see the team advocate for that stuff, especially since breanna is canon ace

helping a polycule that is being victimized by X organization/entity (maybe a housing association or medical or something???). breanna is bombastic side-eyeing the ot3 the entire time. it is making hardison sweat. sophie thinks it's hilarious

taking down 'writers' that use ai and self-publish AND/OR people that take original/fan works off of like ao3 and wattpad and publish them for personal profits without the author's consent. breanna would have a field day with this (god herself could try to convince me that girl does not read/write fanfic and I wouldn't believe it)

episode about underfunded public schools. we saw corrupt private schools in the fairy godparents job but I want an episode that would make abbot elementary writers proud

episode addressing native/indigenous. eliot is from oklahoma, I'm sure he is well aware of the health/job/economic/etc disparities on reservations. I will email jrogers about it myself if I have to- it anyone can get people going about native rights through a tv show it would be leverage.

I sent an ask to wil wheaton once asking if he was open to returning to leverage and I think he said he would be down for it. but chaos either has to be a reluctant ally to leverage international and is being handled by quinn as a hitter OR he is just. in jail. bc he sucks.

bpas and/or pfas episode. breanna has mentioned microplastics before but I want more

the team tears the shit out of conversion therapy camp owners and plants the seeds for legislation that will punish parents that try to send their kids to those hellscapes

while we're at it, I'd love to see an ep where they tackle the trans bathroom issue. god knows the news doesn't talk about it nearly enough

something to do with foster care. they end up starting some sort of foster care network that past clients/allies can take part in. maybe a mentorship program for kids that want to do what they do one day (they are very reluctant to encourage kids to participate in crime BUT if that is the avenue that they are going to inevitably go towards, they guide them in the right direction). nana makes an appearance (*insert 'everybody liked that' meme*)

prison industrial complex episode. I KNOW we had the jailhouse job BUT we really need this in our year of 2024

another episode on corrupt influencers. maybe influencer parents? dear god pls take them down a notch

ep where there is an underlying message that tells you how to avoid becoming victim to scams or something, or like is a tutorial for how to identify scams you might fall victim to (sorry, I just have to say this after two separate people tried to pig butcher me in less than two (2) weeks))

not to say I want them to do an ep calling out cop city, but it would feel really good to watch the leverage team rip that concept to SHREDS

the minimum wage job. need I say more? we deserve the catharsis

pls go after goodwill execs, esp the ones in the pnw that have their sector as for-profit and have become millionaires+ because of it while paying their staff (especially disabled staff) fucking pennies

while we're on the topic, pls call out salvation army (the corporation)

I can probably go on for like five hours so I'll stop here

ep that we get to see harry and his daughter bond :)

job where they get to lower the price of insulin (and other drugs)

actually, you know what? an episode where the crew annihilates big pharma and terrible insurance companies

I think that breanna should be able to go off about mass/over consumption as a treat. I 100% believe she has Thoughts about it. like, she will absolutely call out the corporations that are responsible for these trends, but also she should be allowed to mention our tendency for overconsumption as a society. obviously there are a few corporations that are doing most of the world's pollution/ecological damage, but we should be doing our part too and I KNOW it would be in-character for her to go off on it

I bet she has a LOT to say about influencers, tbh. obviously not all influencers are bad, but there are sooooo many problematic ones and problems within the influencer industry

sizing discrimination in the modeling/clothing industry. let eliot talk about how there are no perfect bodies. also while I'm on the subject, can we PLS have more body-diverse background actors on the show? I know this is nitpicky but I'd really love to see some more people that look like me, even if they are just in the background

a thinly veiled writers' rights episode (I'm looking at you media execs and the stupid amount of time it took for you to comply to the WGA demands)

something to do with media companies making entire movies/tv shows and then fucking cancelling them/not releasing them and using them as tax write-offs. every time it happens it baffles me. that is cartoonishly stupid villain shit. I can't imagine lovingly working on a project for a year plus and then the company just going, nah, we aren't going to release it because you suck and it's a good business move

ai art and ai in general. please. let it BURN

okay now I'm done

ideas from the previous post that I still want:

comicon job. I said it before and I will say it again- we deserve it!!! come on, it's the age of the geek after all!!! (in the last post I also said a ren faire ep, but I will let the card game job count for that)

summer camp ep? I saw a tumblr fic about it and I think it could be cute. it could kinda be like the fairy godparents job- eliot in charge of some type of sports (archery, fencing, etc), hardison would be in charge of arts and crafts (this boy might be a genius with tech and in general tbh, but the show did such a good job of showing that he’s also very talented with the arts- sculpting the statue for the miracle job, forging the old diary in the king george job, etc), parker would LOVE to be in charge of a high ropes course. breanna would totally be down for some sort of nerdy kid robotics or simple, traditional camp games (can't go wrong with the classics. everyone loves making bracelets!) I feel like it's too stereotypical to have sophie have kids put on a play but we all know that's exactly what she would do. idk for harry? I think he has the same traditional camp activities vibe as breanna. he's in it for the nostalgia. OR something to do with videogames

please, please, please, please, please make an episode where they take down a cult, im begging. that would be such a good episode. definitely a mindfuck episode like the experimental job (4x11). I’ve seen a few posts about a job dealing with a cult (here’s one) and I think it would be really interesting

MORE STERLING being DONE with leverage shenanigans!!! give me feral!sterling like in the frame-up job (5x10)!!! give me sterling that protests every step of the way but conveniently looks away and “whoops, the team just disappeared, I have no idea how that happened!!! diddly dang darn it, they got away again!!! sorry guys!!!” bonus points if mcsweeten is there too and also participates in intervening hijinks

the team takes down a circus that is still using and abusing wild animals!!! because first I’d LOVE to see acrobat!parker swinging up in the air like a pro and being in her element, but also because those places are the fucking worst and need to Go Down. give me eliot having to pose as an animal trainer with deep sympathy for the animals being abused, quietly talking soothing words to them when he thinks no one is around (correction: hardison is, in fact, around, and filming his boyfriend’s softness to save for later). give me charismatic hardison playing the role of ringmaster, running and flaunting about and being passive-aggressive to the circus master. give me eliot freeing the animals from their chains when they are finally able to shut the place down and relocate the animals to sanctuaries (his hands shaking just a little as twists the key in the lock, because he too was once an abused, caged animal in his own right and he knows how liberating it is to finally be free).

#i have SO much to say about native rights and I'd give a kidney to be able to have it shown for all on a wide reaching show #for the love of god it's the least we can do #sorry yall im just. really passionate about native rights. I made myself a nuisance to all of my hs history professors talking about it #every chance i got. if the textbooks won't talk about it i will make my presentation about it and educate my peers my goddam self if i have #to #anyway. i will get off the soap box now. but yeah educate yourself on native/indigenous rights (based off where you live too)#episode ideas #leverage redemption #leverage redemption s3 #speculation #mine #parker #alec hardison #eliot spencer #leverage ot3 #parker x hardison x eliot #sophie devereaux #harry wilson #breanna casey #mr quinn #quinn #side characters #leverage international #tara cole #maggie collins #jim sterling #recurring characters #sophie x maggie #sophie x tara #maggie x tara

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py-dreamer · 7 months ago

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Idea just popped into my head-

Idk I just feel like Nezha wouldn't like spiders. He wouldn't have a phobia, just doesn't like them.

Also these 5 need to have a name

I know bai he shows up very little after s3 but even so!

As a group, they give off such sibling vibes. You can't tell me that canon tired god of children Nezha doesn't give off older brother vibes at least in lmk.

I also just realized, my boi just went from being the youngest of 3 siblings (ie being the third lotus prince, younger brother of muzha and Jinzha) presumably the chaotic wild one without as much responsibility and probably lil brother figure to Wukong later on-

to being a full blown guardian of a map to one of the most destructive weapons and (in my headcanon) babysitter to red son

Like big switchup man and I do think of lmk nezha specifically as an adult (mentally and physically) like jeez sometimes I think he kinda (subconsciously, he would never admit it aloud) misses being taken care off.

Ngl (excuse my mini rant here) I feel the same way about wukong. Like mans went from probably (I believe) one of the younger members of the brotherhood or at least one of the most immature to being the "older brother" to the pilgrims. They all call him elder brother I think (if I'm wrong pls correct me) and I think the turning point to kinda take on responsibility was the journey yes but also, the aftermath of the burning of flower fruit mountain.

I'm not saying he didn't care about them before, no I'm sure he absolutely did and part of his reasons for becoming stronger for protection is genuine. But I think the moment that hit the hardest as a consequence to his actions is the dwindling numbers of his subjects upon his return and it really settled in his job as their king

but yea...rlly puts things into speculation huh?

How the hell did I just ramble bout SWK in a post bout the children. He is my boi and all my friends and parents flame me for it but I digress-

anyways nothing new bout the drawing techniques but hey, hope u enjoy

#lmk #lego monkie kid #py's_art #lmk mk #qi xiaotian #lmk red son #lmk mei #lmk nezha #lmk bai he #lmk traffic light trio #traffic light trio #big brother nezha supremacy #hong hai'er #long xiaojiao #they are siblings #your honor I love them #jackfruit duo #inferno duo

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junicai · 4 years ago

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too far.

| order no. | 3/21

| summary | With heightened tension reaching a peak, arguments are inevitable. Aria catches the short end of the stick.

| word count | 1.8k

| warnings | cursing (a lot of cursing, please be mindful)

| era | circa. 2016

a/n: mark + aria are still friends! when you're with someone nearly every day, in high stress environments and you're both teenagers - stuff like this just happens, so pls do not think that they hate each other, they don't!

The air felt sticky.

It clung to her skin as she collapsed against the wall, fanning herself.

The other members were in similar states; sweat-soaked t-shirts clinging to their lean bodies, some sitting against the mirrors, or, in Donghyuck’s case, sprawled across the floor.

The choreographer had left three hours prior; coat thrown over his shoulder and bag fisted in his hand. The room had gone silent after he’d left, only broken by Taeyong’s sharp clap and a short yell to get them all into motion again.

It had been a long day, so they’d made more mistakes than usual. It wasn’t one single person; Donghyuck had stumbled over his own feet, Taeil had nearly come a cropper and face planted into the mirrors, even Yuta wasn’t dancing up to scratch.

But, for some reason, Aria felt like all the jabs were being sent her way.

“Aria! Watch that foot!”

“Your left, Aria! Your left!”

“One, two! And a- fuck, Aria! Please, would you at least try!?”

After nearly two hours of this from the choreographer, Aria was fit to scream. She was trying. It was a new routine, miles more difficult than anything they’d ever done before, and it was only their third practice.

She hadn’t slept, and hadn’t eaten yet, it was seven in the evening, and she wanted to go home.

When the tears began pooling in her eyes from sheer exhaustion - both physical and emotional - they were expected, but no less appreciated.

“You’ve got to be fucking joking me - Aria! Are you going to sit there and cry your way out of this? Really? You’re that lazy? You don’t care, do you? No, no you don’t. If you want to cry, you can get out. Go, get out.” The choreographer stood by the music, one finger on the pause button holding it down.

His face was stony. “Oh? No?”

Aria frantically wiped at her eyes, bowing and spewing apologies. “No, no sir. I do care, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m calling it today. Have this for tomorrow, alright?” He sent a glare around the room of boys who wouldn’t meet his eyes. They nodded, and he exhaled, giving Aria one more glance over before marching out the door.

The silence was stifling. It filled up Aria’s mouth with cotton balls.

Taeyong sighed. “Let’s run it again, shall we?”

The first half of the song ran smoothly. It was easy counts, nothing that Aria’d never done already, so she flew through it. Jaehyun stumbled midway, and he got a sharp look from Yuta, who he bumped into in an attempt to right himself, but no words were exchanged and the song didn’t stop.

It wasn’t until the bridge section that things started to go wrong.

Sicheng was in the wrong place; Taeil brushed past him just in time to correct the formations.

Donghyuck’s foot slid out from underneath him; he nearly kissed the floor had it not been for Mark’s hand snagging the back of his jumper and holding him up for long enough to regain his footing.

Aria skidded out of a turn, shoes not gripping the spring flooring and sending her a metre out of her way, and right onto her back where she lay sprawled out, the air knocked from her chest.

The music cut out, and a hand was extended to help her up. She held up her own, and she was roughly tugged up from the ground, a cough leaving her chest at the treatment.

Mark only blinked at her, turning away to get back into formation.

Aria looked at the faces of the other members, confused, but only Yuta would meet her eyes, and he shrugged. “Tired?” He mouthed to her, and she could only nod in presumption.

The song was played again from the beginning, and things started to go wrong from the very get go.

Aria had slipped off her shoes, convinced that maybe the grip was gone from the soles, and she’d dance better in her socked feet. Her theory proved true for the first half minute, but when Sicheng went careening into her side, she was sent crashing into Mark’s back.

The trio of tangled limbs ended up on the floor in a heap.

Sicheng extracted himself from the pile first, having been on the top, and he extended both his hands to Mark and Aria respectively to help them off the floor as well.

Aria took the hand with a mumbled thanks, while Mark chose to ignore it and pushed himself roughly up from the ground.

“Watch where you’re going, Aria.” He clipped her shoulder with his.

Aria stumbled backwards slightly. “O-oh, sorry.”

He sniffed at her, moving back to stand in his position. The song played again, and the pounding of feet against the floor knocked out any thoughts from Aria’s mind.

That was, until her socks slid on the floor, and she crashed down again.

“Aria!” A yell came from the other end of the pyramid shape the team had made. “For fucks sake can you not try for one second?”

“Mark!” Taeyong’s rebuttal was taken aback, the leader staring at the boy with widened eyes.

“No no, don’t Mark, me.” Mark began, marching over to where Aria was still sitting on the floor. “If she’s not going to put a single ounce of effort into this practice, why the fuck is she here?”

Donghyuck started towards the older boy. “Hyung, what-”

He was held back by Johnny holding his elbow. “Mark! Knock it off.”

Mark whirled around. “No! I’m tired, you’re tired, everyone here is tired, but we’re still running the same routine because someone here can’t stand on their own fucking two feet for half a second.”

“Mark what did I do to you!?” Aria spoke up, brushing the non-existent dust from her leggings. “I fell - you fell earlier on and no one blew up on you.”

“Yeah well at least some of us care enough to not try to dance in socks? Socks, really Aria. I know you’re still a child but jesus, have a bit of responsibility for one in your life, huh?”

“The fuck does that mean?” Aria was yelling now.

Taeyong and Jaehyun took a sharp intake of breath. Aria only swore when she was pissed and given how her face had reddened dramatically and the cruel glint that her eyes had undertaken, they were both nearly convinced that if Mark was to swing, she’d snap his arm in half.

“Woah, woah. Mark, take a walk.” Yuta snapped, moving to stand in between the two younger members. Aria’s hands had started trembling, but her face was cold.

“Maybe Aria here should take a walk. Go find the door and leave. Isn’t that what our choreographer told you to do? Get out? I think you should listen to him.”

“You have no fucking right saying that shit to me,” Aria snarled.

Mark laughed, a cruel, cold sound. “Oh really? Did I hit a nerve, princess? The princess of NCT, such a shame she can’t dance to save a life. Should we put out a stool for you, so you can sit and look pretty for us?”

“Hey!” Taeyong yelled, pulling Mark away. “Cool it. Yuta’s right, take a walk.” He pushed the younger boy towards the door, but Mark just walked right back to Aria.

“You know, if you’re not going to fucking care, then you can get out.”

Donghyuck appeared behind Mark, tugging at his hand. “Hyung, seriously.”

“No I’m serious!” Mark whirled around to face the other members. They were quiet - normally when arguments broke out, it was best to leave them run their course. Interference usually ended up with a bloody nose; but Aria had never been the centre of one before.

“Fucking mistake, putting a girl in a boy group.” He spit.

Aria scoffed, a disbelieving smile on her face. Yuta stepped back slightly.

Aria wasn’t scary; she was small and cute and lovely, everything that made it impossible to be even slightly intimidating. But, now, with a sharp up-tweak on the corner of her lips, Aria looked murderous.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Mr. All Star, is having a woman in the group affecting your precious masculinity? That a woman can out dance you, can out sing you?” She spat, hands balling by her sides.

It was Mark’s turn to scoff, rolling his eyes. “Please, Aria, you’re not a woman. You’re barely a child.”

“You’re one year older than me, asshole.”

Taeyong moved towards the pair. “Guys, take a walk. I don’t want to hear it right now.”

He went ignored.

“And yet,” Mark sniggered. “I don’t look like a pubescent teen. At least people can tell how old I am.”

Aria’s mouth snapped shut. Taeyong hissed Mark’s name, physically yanking the boy away from her. A stagnant pause bubbled up in the room, taking the place of the heated yelling.

“Oh you fucking dick, Mark Lee.” Aria strode towards him, pushing at his chest.

Mark spun, anger clouding his vision, swinging his arm and clipping her across the neck. Aria went sprawling, hand coming behind her to catch her fall.

When her weight landed on her wrist, it twisted beneath her, and she let out a gasp. Yuta was beside her in an instant, as was Donghyuck.

Taeyong now had a firm grip on the back of Mark’s neck, and Jaehyun was holding his wrists tight in a fist.

Taeil took one look at the darkening red around Aria’s wrist, and left the room, presumably to grab an ice-pack. Sprains were a common injury - he hoped it wasn’t something more serious.

Despite the tears now pooling in Aria’s eyes, her mouth was filled with fire as she fixed her heavy gaze on Mark - who’s own eyes were slowly clearing from the fog of anger, and a guilt-ridden line was taking its place.

“Get your head out of your own ass, Mark. You're not a saint, stop acting like one.”

The door swung shut behind her; a wet sniffle breaking into a choked sob before being cut off.

Mark slid to the ground, back against the wall, hands in his hair.

When the tears fell, no one made a sound.

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xpeachesncream · 4 years ago

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acquainted | five

> series masterlist <

summary: the biggest goal of a grad student is to get through school in one piece - no petty drama involved, no sweating over the little things. however, that plan almost always never follows through. sometimes, you can’t help but fall into the most unthinkable, unexpected traps and learn the hard way. like, exhibit a: being unable to resist your engaged, substitute teacher, kim seokjin.

pairing: (2nd bts member to be revealed) x reader x engaged!teacher!seokjin

genre: grad school au, student life au | fluff, angst, smut (to come)

words: 4.2k

warnings: implied sexual content, cussing / mature language, relationship issues, angst, club scene, alcohol consumption, intoxication, seokjin is ready to risk it all cause reader is a huge flirt, the love triangle mess shall begin

notes: AH IM SORRY, THAT’S ALL I HAVE TO SAY?!? I TRIED to make this as fair as possible, but i..... clearly have an issue and just really wanted this to be messy lmao

tags: @laurynne5 @yiyi4657 @miinoongi @teamtardis-notdead @bluesharksandfish @photographic-girl (pls msg me if you would like to be added to the taglist!)

"Waddup bro." Namjoon steps aside to let Jin in. "Wasn't expecting you to come by since we're seeing each other tonight." Jin chuckled.

"Fuck, that's right." Joon laughs as he hands Jin a bottle of water before sitting.

"What, you forgot? You planned this for your own stepbrother."

"No, I know. Just a lot of things going on." He sips on his water, manspreading in Namjoon's loveseat in the livingroom. He tilts his head back and closes his eyes, the headache he felt earlier this morning no longer as bad, but still lingered. After getting home last night, he had tried to push you out of his mind, but failed miserably. It didn't help that he really and genuinely tried to clear the air with Grace, only for her to push him off and sleep on the far end of their bed.

"You alright? What's going on? I feel like I haven't seen you this stressed in a really long time. Last time was probably when you were planning your proposal." Jin softly chuckles, his head still tilted back.

"Yeah, it's been quite the shit show lately."

"Can't be that bad, can it? Have you and Grace been fighting?"

"A tad."

"A tad? The way you're acting right now says it's much more than a tad."

"We've been distant. Busy. We don't do things together anymore." He shortens the shpeel cause quite frankly, he's tired of repeating the story even though he hasn't told many people.

"Why don't you guys talk about it?"

"We can't communicate properly. I try, she gets even more upset and blows me off."

"It's probably just a rough patch in your relationship. I'm sure if you just give each other enough space, you could figure out how to fix things and have a serious conversation about where you both are at and what you need from each other. Remind each other that you're a team, and not working against each other." Jin's slightly shot his head up, his eyebrow raised.

"That's actually pretty solid advice coming from you."

"Shut up, you need help right?" Joon laughs.

"You're right though, it's just been hard. I feel like we've been constantly pushing each other away."

"You two are stubborn."

"Yup, that too." Jin sipped his water.

"I know that's not the only thing on your mind." If it was anyone in Jin's circle, you could count on Namjoon to figure things out before you can even say anything to him. "It's a little hard to believe you came over here to tell me this." In which, he's right. Jin never really talked about his relationship problems, let alone did he go out of his way to tell his friends what was going on. It was more of a thing that naturally came up in conversation when they were all together.

"Don't know what you're talking about." Joon shakes his head.

"Who is she?" Jin watches Namjoon's curious eyes as he leans into the palm of his hand. He was trying to come up with excuses or find ways to see himself out of his conversation, but he couldn't. Namjoon was too smart for this. If it were Yoongi or Hoseok, maybe he could get away with it. The only thing that Jin can come up with is a stupid smirk before he shakes his head and breaks eye contact. "See."

"See what?"

"That smirk. You can't tell me I don't know that smirk. I've been there before, dude. Who is she?" He repeats, causing Jin to succumb to defeat.

"She's a grad student in my creative writing class." Namjoon pauses before he bursts out in laughter.

"I need to sit back and get comfy on my couch for this." He says leaning back and crossing his arms. "She's a grad student? What's her name?" Jin nods.

"Y/N. 25 and so fucking attractive. It's frustrating." Jin groans into his hands.

"And you're telling me you see her more than just a distraction? I mean, I have to ask cause you are going through a rough patch with Grace." Although this is definitely not what Namjoon agrees with, he was only going to advise Jin on how to approach things. But execution-wise, it was up to Jin because this was his life. Namjoon was only part of it.

"She's smart, and she's fun. And.. she's refreshing."

"What did she do to make you feel this way?"

"She kissed me. In my classroom. And," Jin swallows the lump in his throat. "It happened again last night. It almost escalated into other things. But she stopped it." He quickly says because he can see Namjoon's facial expression changing. "She stopped it and she put me in my place because it just made things even more complicated. She said that we should keep our distance from each other."

"Which, she's right Jin. You really can't be doing this." Namjoon says sternly. "Please don't be stupid. This can hurt alot of people, especially since you're still engaged to Grace."

"I know, but likeeeeee--"

"No but's." Joon shook his head. Honestly, he didn't expect this behavior from Jin and it concerned him. "I can't force you on how to act, that's solely up to you. But you need to understand that it has to be one or the other, it can't be both. You either try and work things out with Grace and leave Y/N alone, or you call it quits with Grace."

"Y/N has been occupying my mind lately and it's been hard to push her out."

"Maybe that should be a sign as to what you need to do?" Joon sighs. "I don't know. I don't know her, so I can't say much, but are you really ready to throw away all these years with Grace for her? Like, is it really that serious?" Jin shrugged.

"I don't know, she doesn't want this."

"Correction - she doesn't want this because you're engaged. It's obvious that things would be different if the circumstances changed."

"I love Grace. A lot. We've been through so many things together, lots of ups and downs that taught us things."

"Yeah, and I love you both. I love Grace like a sister. But you can't stick around just because of history and because you both are comfortable, if that's what it really comes down to. It's not fair for both parties. If you find out that this is the end of your relationship with Grace, then it's the end."

"I'm just torn."

"Look, whatever you do, know that I support you no matter what and I'm always going to be here for you. But please do this right, no matter what that is. You can't have both of them."

"Yeah I know, I hear you." Joon nods.

"You're selfish, you know that?" Joon laughs. "You couldn't even introduce her to your single friends?" Jin smiled.

"Nope. Finders keepers." Joon rose his middle finger. "Just do me a favor and keep your mouth shut until I tell Yoongi and Hoseok myself."

"Sure, whatever. Not my battle anyways." He stood up and stretched. "So, where are we taking your little Jungkookie tonight?"

"The club so he can get some for his birthday."

"What a good older brother." Jin laughed.

"Is Grace in New York already?"

"Yep. I'm probably just going to head home and sleep until then. I don't remember the last time I stayed up this late, let alone the last time I went to a club."

"Yeah go home, and not to Y/N's house."

"Should I?" Jin joked, but Namjoon rolled his eyes. "I'm kidding, don't worry. Everything didn't just go in one ear and out the other."

"Yeah, please reassure me and tell me that I didn't waste time giving you advice."

"Oh my god, hurry up!" Jimin groaned loudly as he laid sloppily on your couch, getting restless while waiting for you, Ryujin and Taehyung to finish getting ready. To be fair, you all had been getting ready and fooling around for 2 hours, while Jimin sat patiently and watched whatever was on TV.

"Shut up, Jimin! I'm going to make sure I look good tonight." Ryujin yelled back.

"For who?"

"The dick I'll be getting."

"Why did I even ask?" Jimin sighed and dug his head into a pillow while you and Ryujin continued to yell and sing along loudly to every song that came through on your bluetooth speakers. "You all look good already, please, what else do you need to do?" He mumbled into the pillow. Don't get him wrong, he loves you all to death. He truly does. But it's just been such a long time since you all have gone out like this. He forgot what it was like.

"You know, she really means me." Taehyung tugged on his collar and swiped his thumb across his bottom lip.

"Okay, honestly. You two should probably fuck already. Get it out of your systems, you know?" You say as you dab lip gloss on your lips before shrugging and rolling your eyes. "Jesus Christ."

"Okay, no. You're supposed to be on my side, and that doesn't help." Ryujin's cheeks flush to a rosy tint as she pulls you aside. You knew damn well she was feeling embarrassed because it was true. She wanted to. Once Ryujin finally dusted herself off and was satisfied with her outfit, you both walked out into the living room to meet Jimin and Taehyung. Their eyes widened as they caught sight of you two, Ryujin in a pink, ruched dress with matching pink heels and you in a matching 2-piece skirt and low cut crop top.

"Oh shit, you both look good as hell." Taehyung says as he gets up and continues to eye both of you up and down. Mostly Ryujin, though. "Shall we head out?"

"Yup!" You say as you come to Jimin's side and lead the way out of your apartment. Jimin decided he'd drive tonight since he didn't feel like drinking too much, but he still wanted to go out and have fun. The crew headed to grab dinner at the Farmhouse Kitchen, which served the best Thai food in town. You all enjoyed some good grub, along with some really strong cocktails. You felt super happy that you all had time to finally do this since it's been a minute. You felt like you could finally let lose and get your mind off of things. The things that your dearest bestfriends don't even know about.

But, stories for other days. Tonight, you felt good and you looked good. You were all that and then some. Maybe tonight was the night you could meet a single, fine ass man to dance up on and act up with.

The cocktails were hitting you and Ryujin the most, already feeling tipsy before heading into the club.

"Wooooo!" Ryujin yelled before laughing out loud. "I'm ready!"

"Okay, yes, same, but please keep it together so we can at least make it inside the club." Jimin pleaded. He led your crew up to security, flashing your IDs one by one and paying for the cover fee before stepping in to the already packed nightclub. You and your friends ended up walking in a straight line, holding each other's hands to navigate through the crowd to the bottom floor. The top floor was the most crowded, being it was the house / EDM floor, while the bottom Hip Hop floor wasn't too jammed packed.

"Shots, my friends?" Taehyung asks as he swings over to the front of the bar. You follow behind him and line up against the bartender, asking for some good ol' Don Julio tequila. It wasn't your fave, but it was definitely Taehyung's go-to, and you can't lie, it got the job done quick for you. You all stick around the bar to take your shots, kicking them back to back [besides Jimin] to really get this night started.

As you waited for the final around, Taehyung is scanning the room and notices a group loudly making their way from down the steps and over to the bar. They were cheering on whoever the birthday boy was. A face in the group had looked familiar, so Taehyung squints his eyes to get a better look, and realizes its no other than Jin with his friends.

"Oh, shit! Look! Mr. Kim's here!" Taehyung laughs and says loudly, pointing towards the other end of the bar.

"Is he really?! Let's go take a shot with him and his friends!" Ryujin squeals as she sees him come into full view. You too, get a glimpse of him as they approach the bar and suddenly, you felt hot and nervous - the alcohol being of no help during this time. He looked good, and he didn't look like the already-handsome-professor you had. His hair was more natural, slightly curly, and almost like he had showered and let it messily air dry. The look was perfect on him. Not gonna lie, you were somewhat happy he was here to see how good you looked and part of you really wanted him to crave you until he couldn't take it anymore. You wanted to drive him crazy, and little did you know that you already were. It was a game you didn't mind playing, especially since you knew you couldn't have him.

You shouldn't.

"Ayeeeee! Mr. Kim!" Taehyung's ass yells with Ryujin cheering in the back. He does nothing but flash that smile of his while chuckling. His friends are all really handsome as well, one especially caught your eye with the way his wavy black hair fell down his eyes as he stood against the bar in black ripped jeans and a button up shirt. He seemed to be the youngest out of the group, but you were just assuming.

"Let's take a shot! On me!" Ryujin yells as she runs over with her loud ass. You follow behind her with Taehyung and Jimin, slightly hiding behind Jimin since you were feeling a little shy and awkward at this encounter. The events of the past days just flashed before your eyes, and you can feel Jin's eyes burning holes through you from your peripherals.

"These are your students?" You overhear as one of them looks behind at Jin and laughs.

"Yup." Is all he says, hands deep into his pockets.

"That's her isn't it?" Namjoon says in his ear, loud enough to make sure its clear over the music blasting. Jin simply looks at him without saying a word before returning his attention back on Jungkook, who he noticed was eyeing you. The look said everything to Namjoon.

"Do you know her?" Jungkook points at you and Jin nods.

"Why?"

"Why? She's gorgeous." His eyes light up, causing Namjoon to slightly choke and laugh behind Jin.

"Go for it." Is all Jin says. He's honestly livid right now, because the thought of someone else being able to get a taste of you while he hasn't fucks him up.

"Ohhh, boy." Namjoon sighs. "I hope you're truly over her or else it's going to get really fucked up, you know that right?"

"Don't worry about it." He says, dismissing him as he takes the shot from Yoongi's hand and immediately downs it.

"Hey." The black-haired cutie that caught your eye pushed his way through the group to come into full view. "I'm Jungkook."

"Y/N." You lightly shake his hand before tucking a strand behind your ear.

"I just wanted to say that you're absolutely gorgeous." He says cutely, his hands tucked into his pockets.

"Aw, thank you. That's so sweet."

"I, uh—"

"It's his 23rd birthday today!" One of the guys against the bar yells, grabbing Jungkook's shoulders and playfully massaging it.

"Yeah, it's his birthday Y/N! Give the boy some love!" Ryujin winked from where she was at.

"Happy Birthday." You chuckled as he nods.

"Thanks. Maybeeeee you can bless me with a dance after this shot?" He asked shyly. Boy, was he fucking attractive. You could see his thighs poking through the rips of his jeans, his sharp collarbone poking out from the unbuttoned portion of his shirt and his arm muscles defined even in the dark.

"Yeah, I'd love to." You leaned back against the bar as he stood next to you, waiting for the round of shots to come. "Are these your friends?" He chuckled.

"More like big brothers? That's Yoongi, that's Hoseok and that's Namjoon. They're Jin's friends. Jin is my stepbrother." You swallowed the lump in your throat as you quickly glance at Jin, who's side-eyeing you as he leans against the bar. You have got to be fucking kidding me. God was truly testing you.

"Ohhhh." You respond. "That's sweet of them to take you out."

"I honestly didn't wanna do much, let alone come to the club. It's not really my thing, but I'm glad I did or else I wouldn't have met you." He smiled, his smile being just as perfect as his stepbrother's.

"I'm glad I could make your birthday a good one after all." Ryujin suddenly comes to your side and gives your arm a good squeeze.

"He's a cutie! You better hop on that since Mr.Kim is taken." She says in your ear, pulling you into a hug.

"That's his stepbrother."

"Even better!" She exclaims, making you shake your head. You all gather and take the last round of shots in honor of Jungkook's birthday and shit gets wild, quick. Your group led them to the dance floor, partying together like you had known them since forever. It didn't feel awkward at all knowing it was Jin and group of friends, but it did get awkward when you felt the tension with Jin every time you were near him. He didn't like seeing you dance all up on his stepbrother, getting all handsy and touchy-feely when just the other night, you were straddling his lap, ready to risk it all.

Hell, what was he gonna do though? He couldn't do shit. Not with his people around, especially Namjoon.

You knew this. He didn't have to say anything for you to know he wasn't a fan of it. You'd catch him looking at you throughout the night, his eyes hungry and almost dark. Let's get this straight - there's no bad blood here. You're not mad or bitter [slightly]. You're just having your fun because you're single and can do whatever the fuck you want. You know he wants you, what's wrong with a little tease?

A couple of songs have passed and Ryujin has made her way through Taehyung, Yoongi and Namjoon, and now she was back to doing her own thing on the dance floor. Jimin has had a couple of ladies welcome themselves onto his lap, and he gladly accepted. You loved seeing Jimin have fun and you especially loved when girls swooned at the sight of him because he was deserving of it and he was mighty good looking. He always worked hard and never gave himself a break.

You, on the other hand, had been stuck to the hip with Jungkook and you had brought him deeper into the dance floor, away from the group just to get a little alone time. You had danced up on him majority of the night, his muscular arms always gently bringing you back against his body. You both were feeling some type of way with the alcohol running through your veins, but you weren't complaining one bit. Alcohol or not, Jungkook was fine.

"So, are you going to let me take you out on a date?" Jungkook asks in your ear, causing you to bite onto your bottom lip.

"I'd love to go out on a date with you." You face him, his smile going from ear to ear as he nods and starts taking down your number. To be honest, you could be here all night with him, but you decided you needed a break from all this dancing and from the crowded dance floor. You quickly excuse yourself to the bathroom, suddenly needing to break the seal really badly and freshen up. As you were exiting the bathroom, Jin was also exiting the men's bathroom at the same time. You both locked eyes, with you breaking the contact with a small, toothless smile before walking off.

"Y/N." He says, gently grabbing your wrist and pulling you back towards him. His body is against the back wall, both of your groups distant and not as visible from where you're standing. He looks down at you, his hand still wrapped around your wrist.

"Jin."

"You haven't said one word to me all night."

"I'm trying to keep my distance from you, remember?"

"You know that's not necessary." His hand was now on the small of your back, fingers gently caressing your back in small circles.

"It is. You know what you do to me." You say as you look down at his lips. Truthfully.

"And so do you." You can feel his breath against your skin and it sends goosebumps down your entire body. You're trying your hardest right now to not get turned on by this man, let alone throw yourself onto him. "This isn't fair, you know?"

"I gotta get back to everyone." You say, slightly pulling back.

"Just for the record," He gently pulls you back, his other hand lifting your chin. "Jungkook might have you right now, but I know in the end you'll be coming home to me and that's all that matters." He lets go of your wrist and walks away, leaving you slightly dumbfounded at the way he stood his ground like that. Your panties felt soaked, and you wanted nothing more but to ride this man into the next dimension. He was truly testing you, and quite frankly, you could burst any minute now.

"You okay?" Jimin says, lightly squeezing your arm. "You were gone for awhile."

"Yeah, long line." You lied.

"We're thinking about heading out, you good with that?" You nod silently. You look around to see Ryujin flirting with Yoongi and Namjoon, making you shoot him a look. "Not me, all you. Go get her." He shakes his head, chuckling.

"Alright, I need to say bye to Jungkook anyways."

"Oooh, Jungkook." He wiggles his eyebrows. You make your way over to the area that Jin and his friends are occupying, prying Ryujin's drunk ass away. You give Jungkook a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek, letting him know you'd be waiting for his text.

Finally, you all headed out of the club and into Jimin's car, Ryujin being the first drop off of the night. Thank God he had decided to drive, because all three of you were still pretty tipsy and in no condition to get behind the wheel.

"Y/N, listen to me. You need to hop on Jungkook because he's fine as fuck!" Ryujin's drunk ass yells in the backseat as Jimin is making his way to her house.

"Ouch, Ry, stop kicking my chair." Jimin whines.

"Y/N, did you hear me?"

"I hear you loud and clear, Ry. Thank you." You laugh.

"And you, Jimin! I hope you grabbed a ton of numbers because there were tons of pretty ladies feeling you tonight and you need a girl!"

"Perfect, thank you for pointing out how single I am." He says, making Taehyung snorts.

"What about me?"

"Shut up, Tae. You don't need shit. Mind your own business." You and Jimin laugh in your seats.

"Also, Mr. Kim was really eyeing the hell out of you tonight, Y/N." She adds, making you sigh silently to yourself.

"Actually, I concur." Jimin chimes in. "He couldn't keep his eyes off of you."

"Mistress Y/N." Taehyung calls out, causing you to turn and pinch him on the leg. If you haven't gotten it by now, Tae loves to tease the fuck out of you by calling you a mistress. It's been his thing since you got all googly-eyed for him. And you hated it. You truly wanted to fight him every single time.

"It was nothing. He was probably just drunk."

"Sure." Jimin responds. "Call it what you want, he was definitely feeling you tonight." The ride goes silent, which, you're happy that none of them are pressing on it. You were not trying to get caught up at this moment.

Ryujin gets dropped off before Jimin makes his way to your apartment, parking in the yellow passenger/loading zone. Taehyung is knocked out in the back seat, while Jimin throws his hazards on and walks you to the front door of the lobby.

"Thanks for driving, Chim." He smiles and pulls you into a hug.

"No prob. Call me if you need me?" You nod. You walk in and get into the elevator, Jimin and his car disappearing in sight. You take a deep breath and sigh because you had been having an internal battle since the moment you stepped out of the club.

You were losing.

You stepped out of the elevator, only to step into your apartment to quickly freshen up and throw on comfier clothes. You find yourself heading back downstairs to meet your Uber. You knew exactly where you were going and you knew exactly what you were doing.

But you didn't give a fuck. You had been dying to get your needs fulfilled and the only person you wanted was a quick 25 minute Uber trip away.

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thoughts-on-bangtan · 3 years ago

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From anon: B*tch pls.. fuck t*ek*ok.

When I was talking about more deserving duos I mean: TAE F*CKING JIN. T*ej*n are so hated by people like you, solo stans, BH... literally everyone and their mama hates these sweethearts.

Dear anon,

Thank you for reaching out and correcting me. You hadn’t mentioned which duo you were thinking of so I assumed Xkook, but I was wrong. Sorry about that. I cannot confirm that everyone hates Tae and Seokjin, even less so since everyone I’m friends with or have come into contact with in all my years as ARMY has shown nothing but love for them, separately but also together. Personally, Tae and Seokjin are my bias wreckers together and I adore their bond immensely, their dynamic and bond being so fun, supportive, understanding, and cute. As I’ve mentioned in the past, which I’m sure you’ve seen, I don’t see whatever it is you see in their bond that is supposedly romantic, but I have nothing against you thinking otherwise.

Since you said that Tae and Seokjin are a more deserving duo for vlives, which I’ll assume also means that they never had a vlive, I took the liberty and did some research on that. I hope you don’t mind. I checked every vlive done by two members together since 2015 that I could find and put them on a list. I didn't take vlives into consideration that had 3 or more members, and also not ones where the second member was an unplanned and/or very brief guest, like Tae stopping by Hobi’s bracelet vlive or JK calling into Namjoon’s 7 album vlive last year.

Here are my results:

As you can see Tae and Seokjin did have a vlive back in 2015 (though it’s only a little more than two minutes long), the last vmin vlive was in 2016, and many other duos didn’t have a vlive until last year, including Namjin. Hobi and Seokjin, as far as I could see, have never had one together. Meanwhile Yoongi and Hobi have had the most out of all duos.

Fun fact: All the members, except for JK who had 15, had an average of 23 solo vlives since 2015.

You casually sensored their ship name... so pls spare us your nonexistent moral compass.

Perhaps you haven’t read many of our posts other posts, it’s more than okay if that’s the case, but I censor all ship names except for Namjin and Vmin. It’s just a question of us being more comfortable this way. Nothing against the duos and their names.

Have I been cheeky toward other shippers in the past, especially toxic ones? Certainly. Have I ever shaded any duo within Bangtan? Absolutely not. As ARMY I enjoy every bond within the group, including any bonds and interactions that vmin and namjin have with the other members.

This blog is “thoughts on bangtan” but the minute we ask about T*ej*n your real colors come out.

Across 256 posts I believe I’ve spoken about Tae and Seokjin as ship perhaps twice, and otherwise simply as two wonderful members of BTS whom I greatly appreciate. My true colors, well, they are full of love toward them so I’m not quite sure where I might’ve said something negative, since I assume that’s what you mean.

I cannot say that I’ve ever actually received any questions about Tae and Seokjin, only perhaps two asks like yours that called me out in not necessarily the friendliest of ways for not seeing them as having romantic potential and one about their conflict during Burn the Stage. I do have two questions about Seokjin’s bond with JK sitting in my inbox though, as well as Seokjin’s bond with Yoongi.

In my post yesterday I spoke about how I’m sure there is a way for T*ej*nists, and any other shippers for Namjoon/Seokjin pairing, and namjinists to live alongside each other, and even in harmony, and there have been asks since that post that prove as much. A difference in duo preferences doesn’t have to stand between us, especially since we should all be ARMY first, shippers second.

Keep shipping trashy Vmin and Namjin all day, while T*ej*n are actually living their best life. Just don’t act surprised one day when you find out they were actually the REAL couple all this time.

As person existing within the shipping community, yes, I only focus on vmin and namjin, since they are the only ones that my careful observations over the years have led me to the conclusion that there is real romantic potential there, but does that mean I have something against people who think otherwise? No. Or against people who ship something else? Also no, as long as they aren’t toxic and keep their shipping away from the members and places where they can see it, like the vlive comments.

I’d kindly ask you to not insult my chosen pairs much the way I would never insult yours either. It’s not a nice thing to do, and I’m sure Tae and Seokjin also wouldn’t like it.

Should the day come where it would turn out, for example, that Namjoon really has a secret boyfriend and Tae really is with Seokjin, or any other member or non-Bangtan person, then I would be surprised, yes, but I would still be happy for them. Finding love in a safe and genuine way in their line of work is incredibly hard so whomever the members will end up in relationships with (or are in them currently) and spending their lives with, I hope they’ll be happy and they’ll treat them well. I hope you feel the same way, even if it might one day turn out that you are wrong.

Thank you once again for reaching out, but unless you would like to have a normal, civilized discussion, I don’t see a need for further conversation and asks about this. Clearly my opinions and yours are different, and as much as I won’t change my mind, you won’t change yours either. Our blog clearly isn’t for you, since we are a OT7 and vmin/namjin focused one, but I’m sure there are plenty T*ej*n blogs out there that you could interact with and read.

#answered ask

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kpopmakesmequestionmylifechoices · 4 years ago

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VERIVERY - Get Away | Weird details & connection to old MVs | MINCHAN IS THERE! | secret French message on cake!

They are observed by a strange flying sphere.

As in Tag Tag Tag MV, Kangmin tells us (?) to be silent, which still and again hints on him having a secret.

One of them runs through the forest and gets kidnapped, someone puts a bag over his head.

The person who kidnapped him wears this strange compass watch. | Minchan had a compass in Thunder and G.B.T.B, the compass always pointed to Kangmin |

In the tent we see all 6 boys, sitting around a round table, while being observed by the sphere.

Yongseung has a letter, it reads as follows (I'm leaving out some parts):

"My dear friends, we are confident that you remember us, for we have always been with you [...] we would like to present you a small gift [...] quaint but delectable meal [...] is your job to find the key to that party [...] a hint: Each possess a small point. [...] 7 will make a large point will open [...] able to enter [...] Merely imagining the glorious spectacle makes our blood tingle with excitement. We will be waiting for you.[...]"

It's signed with a name, I on the first look thought it means Viktor, but it's likely that the first two letters are a VR an the rest idk. Looks like a VRtoR to me, if anyone can decipher it pls comment.

After the letter is read, they round up in the forest. | As in G.B.T.B, the circle symbolism is strong in here |

Whatever now the "key" was, they apparently found it and could open a gate | that's when those forks appear ... But the forks ain't the keys are they hahahahaha |

They wake up in an empty room, but on beds. It's 7 beds, the one in the center is empty. | Minchan's bed? |

The gate is open now, a black hole in the ground, there's a red cloth floating over it/falling into it. | Minchan held a red cloth, the exact same, in G.B.T.B. In G.B.T.B he was about to drop the cloth but then tightly grabbed it so it couldn't fly away. Did he now lose it? Did G.B.T.B predict the future? Is Minchan the mastermind behind that all, and that's why he always knows the correct way by using the compass? |

Someone left his shoes there. If you compare it with pic 7, it's Kangmin's shoes. There's fog coming outta the shoes. | In Tag Tag Tag, Kangmin suddenly was barefoot and seemingly possessed by ? The evil? He left into the dark without his shoes, Minchan was the only one who noticed it, the one who watched him leave |

The freaking kidnapper (?) comes to the hole/gate, we don't see his face.

Hoyoung observes the members, INCLUDING himself (!) on a screen. | The CCTV symbolism from previous MVs and my beloved TV that appeared in almost each MV are back |

Note that there arguably are 2 different Hoyoungs. One that is with the other members, and the one who observes them. Observer-Hoyoung has another style, glitter in his face and blue eyes. | In Tag Tag Tag there actually were two Hoyoungs as well, one in a mirror world and one in the actual world. |

Observer-Hoyoung wears black gloves. The kidnapper wore black gloves as well (see pic 3 and 4).

For whatever reason Kangmin seems weak and Dongheon has to help him walking.

Dongheon wants to drink sth but ends up handing the glass over to Kangmin without taking a sip.

Kangmin attempts to drink Dongheon's drink, Yongseung for whatever reason watches him.

The cake has French writing on it, it says Tirez-moi de lá, which translates to "get me out of here". | Note: "lá" actually means "there", and usually you'd rather say "Tirez-moi d'ici", as "ici" means "here". Interestingly, photo MV already used the word "there" where you actually would have had to use "here"... |

Yongseung gets angry and destroys the cake. | There's some strange fog above the table, the same that came outta Kangmin's shoes |

We get to see the scene in style of a thermographic/infrared camera. I believe that's the point of view of the observer sphere.

Dongheon suddenly randomly appears with an apple. The lyrics of the song basically deal with an irresistible temptation, the apple always has been used as a symbol for temptation. But what tempts him?

They fall in some low-key delirious state in which they eat whatever they can find, almost animalistic. At some point some of them seem to lose interest, Gyeheon drops his fork, Yeonho pours wine (?) on the floor.

It's still observed in CCTV style, interestingly now not only by Hoyoung but ALL MEMBERS!!!

Kangmin enjoys himself a lot, but then wants to grab the srly weirdest food on the table: Toast. It seems totally out of place, next to all that fancy food.

Dongheon gets angry at that and rams a fork into the toast. The others watch the scene without really caring. | The entire scene seems to be about greed, in my eyes. Wouldn't that, alongside the apple, be a somewhat biblical reference tho? |

Following the fight over the ...toast..., Dongheon aggressively pushes Kangmin against some metal lattice/cages idk. After a weirdly sexually suggestive (???) almost kiss (???) he wants to stab Kangmin with the fork...

Now things however get complicated. The outfits changed. The Kangmin that ate the grapes wears another outfit than the Kangmin who wants the toast. Same with Dongheon and his apple. In the apple scene, he wore a different outfit than in the toast scene. The outfit in the toast scene and in the fight scene are the same. Arguably, it's the same clothing style like Observer-Hoyoung wore since beginning.

The newly clothed Dongheon now also fights with Gyeheon.

At the same time, members who wear the initial outfit, passed out and lie on the floor.

Newly clothed Dongheon wants to stab Gyeheon with his fork...There is a bathtub.

Observer-Hoyoung stops Dongheon (still new clothes) from killing Gyeheon. In the close-up one sees that Dongheon also has glitter on his face, like Observer-Hoyoung previously.

They all are in the CCTV room, watching how Dongheon (IN OLD OUTFIT HOWEVER) passes out.

The bathtub is in that CCTV room.

Everything hints on the existence of 2 different versions of each member. The clothes and room change might show us when we see the original members and when we see the low-key violent and corrupted members. | Note that the entire mirror world / 2 versions of the group have already been a theme in previous MVs, I wrote that down in a previous post |

CCTV members leave the...base. Everything suddenly seems very space-ish. A connection to G.B.T.B.?

The members in the old, simple outfits, are tied to chairs, sitting in a circle. The center chair, like previously the bed, is empty. Minchan's chair?

The CCTV members, wearing the fancy outfits, aim with guns at them.

Kangmin is the only member opening his eyes. When looking at his eyes thoroughly, one notices that his iris has a very strange pattern and a structure that one usually knows from screens.

A very short shot at the end shows a spiral-like way, literally spiraling down. The interesting thing however is that there's a person with a bag over his head, walking down that way without seeing anything, stretching his arms forward - arguably to find his way through touch because he literally can't see. That DEFINITELY is the member that was kidnapped in the very beginning. My assumption still is that the kidnapped person must be Kangmin. With the kidnapper I'm not sure, it might be Minchan (because compass and cloth) but could also be Hoyoung (because gloves and 1st observer). Maybe they even worked together?

Conclusion:

1. Ever since Tag Tag Tag sth is wrong with Kangmin, it seems that he's forever locked into some dark and lonely world and the others constantly try to reach to him but somehow don't manage to do so.

2. They definitely made sure to implement Minchan in the MV, even if only indirectly.

3. There again seems to be a good version of verivery and an evil version. Why ? What do they want ?

4. The letter is utterly creepy. It seems as if someone wants to play with them. To play a nasty and dangerous game, but I have no idea what the purpose it.

#verivery #kangmin #minchan #dongheon #hoyoung #Yongseung #gyeheon #yeonho

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btswishes · 4 years ago

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Love me for who I am now

Bucky x Reader ( Chapter 3)

Previous / Next (4)

Summary: You apply for the Stark internship and end up getting it, so now you have 5 months to make a good impression to continue working with the Avengers.

A/N: Ok Chapter 3 here we go, things are moving 10 000+ words later XD. Sorry for any mistakes made, hope you enjoy it even a tiny bit.

Word count: 3,997

Warmings: fights, harsh language, not part of the original MCU

Y/N- Your name

Y/L/N- Your Last Name

Tag list: @vicmc624

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Two men dressed in dark fancy suits helped Captain America sit on the bench next to Dr. Banner, while one more presumably, also an agent rolled in 2 stretchers. From the voices you could distinguish Natasha Romanoff and Sergeant James Barnes. Not too far, with a confidant step followed Tony Stark keeping the splint around his left hand, covered slightly by the expensive material of his jacket - throw casually over his shoulders. Poor Pepper having her husband come home almost dead all the time- must be just awful.

“What happened?” Bruce barked out intensely checking Natasha in a hastily manner, making sure there wasn’t anything too major

“HYDRA fed us the wrong information, long story short caught the link in time and no one died.” Tony explained, pulling a squished protein bar from the inside of his pant pocket

“I almost saw the light for a second time Tony.” Captain hissed when you began disinfecting his wounds, reacting to the cold cooling yet irritating feeling of the clear liquid on the cotton ball.

“I am sure that was the explosion.” Natasha snickered at the blond man. ”Next time don’t look at it, ok?” One after the other injured agents flooded the lab making motion difficult. Most of the equipment was on the other end of the packed room. Talking and a mix of incoherent sounds filled your head, causing you to go into overdrive. You had no idea how people could work in such an environment. Hospital work was part of your curriculum, as weird as it sounded, since you were dabbling in human body functions. Even there you never had so many people on your head, there was order- obviously lacking here.

Some were very badly injured, near-death was a correct way to say it, but for sure not 90%. Looking around you couldn’t find a shorter way towards the bandages and irrigation solution. Tables and people were placed like chess pieces in a game you were losing because of panic. Tony kept his eyes on you, biting down on the crumpling snack, waiting to see what you would do. It could have been all a test for what you knew, yet it flew over your head.

“Dr. Banner.” You yelled out patching up the Cap and moving onto one of the stretchers “Can you pass me the small bag behind you please?” he nodded and did it all without even taking a look away from Natasha’s wounds. Professional or just slightly overconfident?

Rising your right hand you caught the bag making its way towards you. The flap flung open and you pulled out the 4 bottles of vibranium dust onto the table, right next to you. A hair tie emerged from the same place shortly after. Bucky looked up at the changing expression on your face, interested in silence maybe also in a bit of pain. Your fingers raked up your scalp, gathering as much hair as possible to imprison with the elastic. Tony ever so silent but focused, a good judge of character.

The lids of the bottles rolled onto the desk, discarded without a thought. Your hands cupped all of them and spilling piles of metallic dust on the floor. Stark rose an eyebrow and stopped chewing for a second. Taking a deep breath the oxygen gathered all your thoughts into an anxiety suppressing pill, shooting in waves through your bloodstream. You didn’t waste any time, your eyelids swung up letting your lashes almost hit your brows. Both your elbows bent in, positioning themselves next to your waist line snugly. You could feel your back muscles clench and tighten before extending. They shot your arms to the sides, dust cloud forming two plates pushing agents to the side.

“SILANCE!” the room granted your wish, even the atoms could be heard moving with the shock engulfing the field “This is a lab NOT a playground! If you are able to cause such ruckus you aren’t hurt enough to be here. If any of you insist on doing this, I will give you a reason to scream. If you are patched up leave! Got a paper cut or bruise- leave! Unless you crawl to me, I don’t want to see you.” hunched over your body didn’t move from its metal bending pose, arms spread like a bird in flight, eyes looking forward “Now, out.” the words vibrated fearless in your throat

It wasn’t surprising that almost all people in black suits left in a rush, accept some that were actually getting treated from the mission. Sergeant Barnes was still laying on the stretcher waiting for his turn, taken back from the scene that unraveled above him. Almost in a Dr. Strange hand motion you pulled the vibranium back.

The silence continued making your confidence evaporate and let the anxiety condensate back into you. Eyes roaming around the room till a loud and audible clap pulled the strings of your head towards it. Tony was doing his best not to mess his arm up more, but to him this deserved praise.

“Well done Miss inter, I am pleasantly surprised with your actions…” his footsteps creeped up, letting his body lean onto Bucky’s current bed, ignoring the man’s grunt of discomfort “…and that.” his finger made circles pointing at your arms covered with the metallic dust shaped slightly like a gauntlet

“It’s amazing isn’t it?” Banner, back still facing the rest of the room, scoffed proud like a father witnessing his child’s grades

“You know about it?” Tony crushed up the plastic of the protein bar, tossing it in the trash in the corner of the room

“Yeah.” The doctor was finishing up with Natasha “We were actually talking about that with her before you rushed in. I was lucky enough to get a special demonstration as well.”

“So what is it Miss intern ?” his head tilted, showing a new angle of his goatee

It didn’t take you long to notice that the sergeant couldn’t get up because he was shot pretty badly. Your desk had turned into a makeshift surgical table with all kinds of things on it - soon to be used. One of the gauntlets flew off your soft skin and pulled up the soldier like he was made of feathers. The wound seemed to be closing up fast, the super serum did give him abnormal healing. This was proof that not everything is a good thing. The bullet was still lodged inside his body, which wasn’t the optimal place for foreign matter.

“It’s vibranium dust. I am sure Mr. Stark knows about it. It was in my application papers.” You began disinfecting the area, applying a small dose of lidocaine onto the open cut, just to numb it as much as possible. Somehow you didn’t want this man to feel any more pain that he already had endured, past or present moment.

“You did, about it being inside the body not throwing it like the pissed off Sand man.” The ever so playful with words Tony ladies and gentlemen

“I might have skipped one or two parts, but they were something I was experimenting with on the side and not on the subject I was offering.” The vibranium took the elegant shape of a sharp scalpel. With a light hand, the pressure made the blade disappear into Bucky’s skin, making a big enough incision. Tweezers fit inside snugly, pulling out the bullet that looked almost destroyed in his body. “ This batch is under my willful control.”

“Transmitter?” Tony’s eyes went over your whole body trying to find something, still consciously making a mental mark, on the little knife you manifested from basically a pile of metal “Doesn’t look like they are voice triggered .”

“The only transmitter is my brain waves.” Placing your fingers over a cup of rubbing alcohol, you dropped in the tweezers and the scalpel, now turned into the same shiny mass as it was originally in its own jar “ Quantum engineered with quarks made from my own tissues.”

“Ssss.” The hissing sound that came out from in-between Tony’s teeth as he took a sharp breath in, send chills down his own back “Masochist aren’t you. Hey, we don’t kink shame here sweetie, don’t worry.” A playful wink flew towards you “Y/N right?” your head nodded, hands putting things in their original place, trying to give the room back its original look “Nice nice. Welcome to the team, glad to have you. Seems like you chose Banner to start off your training. I am deeply offended .” a big hand grabbed onto the fabric over his heart, in the most theatrical way possible “Most people go for the playboy billionaire. I guess not everyone has good taste, don’t worry I will fix it.”

“Excuse me?” training? Well that definitely was NOT in the list of activities for you internship “Ugh…”

“Sweet cheeks, you didn’t thought I would give access to Avengers information just like that to an intern?” he scoffed at exactly what you were thinking. The rest of the members were observing the situation from the sidelines. It wasn’t yet their time to jump in.

“Look.” His thigh went over the desk, sitting half way onto it, head crooked at you. Tony was focused on the ever so slightly changing lines of your face. He wasn’t the only one holding a breath in in expectation “I went over you application, I was taken back by your idea. It was so outside the box I am kinda jelly I didn’t come up with it. Some more digging here and there... turns out joining my university was done on a whim - second shot to the heart sweetie.” his fingers back onto his chest next to the reactor core “ Lack of history before that, no future ambitions whatsoever. Heck -” Tony’s body slid off the hard flat surface, fixing the jacket slipping off his shoulder. His back was facing you as he began walking towards the exit “ Even your professors were worried about you- gave them a lil call. I just saw a bright cookie I wanted, so I got you.” With a sideways, look he smirked almost like a cat playing with a mouse

“And I plan to keep you here one way or the other, so I offer you this.” Arms spread sideways, garment now resting on the floor, gathering the dust and dirt from all the shoes in here previously “Training, knowledge and access to tech you would never have even in university or the government. Your choice. Become someone who you used to look up to, or go back after the end of your internship.”

Your eyes moved from the floor, slowly towards his jacket, over it and straight up his body. The breath lodged inside your throat began moving in and out unnoticeable. The two super soldiers could practically hear you inhaling a storm around yourself and Natasha read your body language. To all of them you were as simple as an open brochure. Tony knew, he was just waiting for the moment you crack under. You were but a pile of clay with astonishing properties, ready to be turned into anything.

“I did apply to Stark university as a last choice. BUT! I applied to this internship for the sole reason of doing nothing but the best to build up a reputation and secure a position in the future.” Your voice snuck out from between your soft lips as a rising in octaves whisper. As confidence began to accumulate so did the need for you to prove your qualities “Even if you didn’t tell me this Mr. Stark, I would have still whipped my success onto your face. There is something I just gotta know.”

The loud laugh echoing from inside his voice box made your whole body flinch, a blink opening your eyes wide simultaneously. “That is my girl! Exactly what I wanted to hear from you. I knew I chose you very very well. And call me Tony, I am not that old yet for Mr.” his heels swung his body like a ballerina to face you for a bit “ First round you have with green angry guy over there. Banner seems to like you already, but I want to see how true those PE grades of yours are. I expect you to take the gym in the building as serious as the rest do, little smarty pants. I would say don’t disappoint, but that look in your eyes shows me you don’t need cheesy lines. ”

It felt like time froze the moment the owner of the building stepped out of the lab. The heartbeat in your ears was the only thing counting down the seconds passing by you, before a big and firm arm rested onto your right shoulder. Neck cracked a bit looking up at the huge yet gentle owner. He flashed you a smile almost as bright as his blonde hair.

“He tends to mess with newcomers, don’t worry your head about it too much. Was like that with me too.” Captain America looked down at Bucky and then back at you “I leave my oldie here with you, make sure you take good care of him. “

“Thank you sir.” You blurred out, out of respect towards your childhood hero and probably one of the few people who you felt you could talk casually with out side of ‘work’

“Please, call me Steve. Even if you are a baby to the group, you are still an Avenger in training so, no need for formalities with us.” With a gentle patting motion he pushed himself off you and in the direction of his own room. ”Don’t stay too long and forget to eat, I know how you science people get.”

Natasha jumped off the stretcher and groaned out, trying to reposition the shoulder that once more was part of her body and not just hanging by muscles and tissues.

“See you later.” She flashed you a smile, red locks of hair dancing like fire around her “Neighbor.” The word sung out playfully, in a teasing big sister manner

“You staying behind for the usual check up?” Bruce’s voice cracked, waves directed towards the super soldier sitting on the stretcher next to you.

“Yeah.” The word bass low almost pushed his head to the side, but he stopped half way- direction opposite from you

“Y/N would you be a dear and do it for me? I have to go and get Clint his meds.” His thin figure skillfully snaked around tables, chairs and desks out of the room - door sliding closed behind him. You could hear the pressured air whistled inside from the movement.

Pushing the screen over to the Sergeant’s body made you paused. The scanner caught easily the interference caused by his weapons, plastered over his body in bondage style belts and bags.

“Um, you will have to take those off. Sorry.” Your voice but a whisper that only his super senses could catch. With a nod he reach up to the clasp. The straps were pushing into his strong and muscular body so much, the moment he pressed the button they popped off with a jump, landing onto this pectorals seconds later. As much as you tried to stay professional, your eyes kept drifting over his body. Bucky looked huge compared to the TV version of him. Everyone knew he was experimented on by HYDRA and made into an enhanced human, but this man was a walking tank. His biceps and thighs waiting to just bust out of the fabric. Going wide, your eyes connected with your brain, realizing you were practically having weird thoughts over an injured person. Shaking out of it, you pulled back.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. ?” calling out, the interface answered practically before you could finish saying the name

Yes Miss.

“Do a standard scan and a nerve check please.”

Shall I send the results to your tablet?

“Yes, thank you.” The sound of the machine turning on led you to pull the flat screen and look at the image developing as pixels. Bucky’s body didn’t move, a bolder just sitting there and waiting. Yet his eyes caught a glimpse of your body slowly leaning onto the desk, focused on your work, unintentionally exposing your neck to him - the shapes your curves made. Somehow he couldn’t avert his gaze even if his head was empty from thoughts.

Done

“Ok...” the letters were prolonged. Biting your nail you noticed the inflamed nerve on his shoulder, pinched between his metal arm and the flesh of his body. “ Any shoulder pain?” you wanted him to say it, not you showing it

“None that I know of.” He responded, voice like thick caramel- sweet. Breathy as it was, the sigh left your mouth open, pulling your eyelids down over your irises. Your hips pushed you away from the desk and over to his left side. The cold vibranium under your touch felt refreshing. Soon as you found the spot, just the slightest pressure made him grunt.

“Hm.”an amused smirk followed the huff of air through your nose “Well I am sure this is something you know of.” Bucky kept his serious face, looking forward and not acknowledging the pain you pulled out of his extremity “Sergeant Barnes, come on.” He didn’t budge nor would he any time soon and you knew that without a verbal answer or marker

Inhaling some air, you prepared yourself for a conversation that might just jab at more than his inflamed nerve. It could or couldn’t end up with you dead, but you weren’t getting anywhere with this. Pulling the chair on one leg, you swung it over standing directly in front of the tense man. It was time for a confrontation that no one wanted. With a push of your coat you sat down, crossing your legs and leaning onto the knee, elbow to palm.

“Look, I may not be the best person to have this conversation with or anywhere close to that, but you really need to start opening up at least to the people that care about you. Steve ‘cough cough’.”

Bucky was still jumping from object to object but staying away from you “Keep your secrets to yourself soldier. Fighting inner demons and past trauma that you don’t even remember is hell, but that doesn’t mean you have to suffer on the outside too. No one would think of you any less if you said ‘hey my shoulder hurt’.” Leaning onto the chair’s back you let your head fall towards the wood behind . Diverting your physical eye contact let him eye you comfortably.

“What would you know about that?” ok he spoke, defensive and aggressive but progress- we are making it

“I don’t, I never said I did. If I could experience what you have, I would do it to understand you.” Side to side your head rubbed over the backrest, little splints tugging on your hair “Trust me, I would make this whole situation a lot better.”

“Is this part of your internship or something?” his words pulled your teeth to your bottom lip, squeezing away gently the remark you wished to make. Maybe a bit of Tony was rubbing off onto you.

“Babysitting problematic kids?” head shot up, as your fingers found your chin, placing your whole demeanor into a thinking position “No, I don’t think so.I don’t tend to brats, not my forte.”

“You seem to let your lips lose in bad situations.” Oh now, now he was mad. “Might end up biting you in the ass later.” You didn’t need superpowers or the bp of his heart to deduce it. Since we jumped over the acceptable line by a mile, no need to turn back now. There is one way to deal with an ass and that was bite back harder.

“Sorry for not walking on eggshells around you. Sergeant Barnes.” You saluted him in a mocking way, leaning back in the chair, basically feeling the waves of anger directed towards you. If this was the Winter Soldier he would have bitten off my throat, disgraceful. - the contractions of your lungs stopped at that thought, so rude...so you? Almost like you knew him personally. Ok, ok time to cool down before something happens.

“How do you expect me to help you if you don’t throw me a bone?” you sighed, feeling still how angry Bucky was about the whole conversation and situation in general. You were in the same headspace, if not in a weird yet familiar one” If the arm hurts, let people help, heck ask Dr. Banner or Tony.” It still felt weird using their first names - energizing no doubt

“They don’t understand, never will, nor will you.” This grown man was acting like a child, like the world didn’t have people who had similar levels of stress in their life. It was slowly crawling up your nerves and igniting a fire that could, if unleashed, burn him down so fast, only the metal arm would be left. But you tried to stay cool and calm, be the adult.

“Fine, do what you want.” Your body shot up as you threw your hands even higher. The lab coat fixed itself back onto you, fingers rubbing the back of your neck. The man sat there hunched over, arm stinging with the most dumbfounded look he could plaster over his stoic façade. “You can go, but if you don’t fix it you will be a burden on the next mission.” And you threw the hook, now all good ol’Bucky had to do is bite and this would be all over in the nick of time. There was a room with your name on it, calling.

You waited and waited till you noticed the stars pocking inside from the window. Head moving towards your clock made you realize that it was already 9pm. With a jump in your step you pulled all the vibranium back in its original comfy home and inside the space in your new desk. Whipping dust off tech and trying to organize your papers, completely ignoring the tantrum little boy pretty close by.

“Fine.” Bucky’s voice was louder and deeper than before

“What?” your neck tugged on the muscles, letting you look at him with an unbothered look swimming around in your eyes.

“I said fine.Do what you gotta do.” And the verbal consent was given on a whim. Joy filled you up knowing you wouldn’t have to deal with him anymore. All happened in a blink of an eye - arms wrapping around his, a sudden loud and painful swing leading to the crack of his whole metallic prosthetic. This was probably the first time you saw such an expression on his face. His brain now activated to deference mode, reached to grab your neck. Any normal person would piss their pants, but you tried to stay calm. Tapping his wrist you played a small echoing sound, when his eyes landed on the full extension and rotation of his arm.

The accumulating pressure left his muscles as it showed on his face. Bucky’s eyes were wide, roaming over his arm with the speed of light, pulling a light cough out of your throat.

“Sorry. “ he pulled back instantly.

“I just repositioned your arm you big brute. Next time swing gentle, no need to go through walls.” Palming your neck you pointed at the door

“Now leave me to my work.” A light jump and he was on his legs again doing as you requested, not being able to say anything. Leaning onto the door frame he mumbled something and left.

Sergeant Barnes was thankful Miss.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. informed you, pulling a smirk from deep inside. “Yeah yeah, I know. Tough nut that James Barnes. Such a kid.” One more giggle and it was off to finishing up for you.

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shy-magpie · 4 years ago

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RQG 158

liveblog under the cut

pre episode nonsense:

Roman Rogues was a delightful palate cleanser, but I am ready for the main campaign again. Hopes for this ep:

Bring on the Kobolds! (and Hamid figuring out how to behave ethically in a relationship with unsought but unavoidable power imbalance)

Azu please talk to someone about what you are feeling, not just take on everyone else's pain

is it too early for more on Dwarves since we're headed to Svalbard?

Cel's village pls, and everything we can get about how they fit in and how they feel about leaving. Yes we got a lot with "the Fete of Cel's village" but I want more. Also if it turns out Jasper actually ends up with a Kobold assistant like I've been joking about since the little guy we left in the onion room, I will laugh for a week.

Zolf: Zolf & mental health; Zolf & Wilde; Zolf & the guys who acted as his party during the 18 months; Zolf learning to see S4 Hamid instead of S1 Hamid with new spells; Zolf & Kobolds; and did I say Zolf?

_______________________________

Now on with the show:

Ah poor Alex sounds so down about the audio quality, its the first time doing something unusual without a lot of warning. I hope he knows we're happy to trade the risk of sound issues for knowing they didn't risk people and went remote before mandatory. I do love the intros. Oh nervous Alex, really we're not going to bite. Alex fishing for praise for not destroying Cel's village is a nice transition back to more normal energy, namely fear of GM!Alex. As a person he seems lovely, and with things like keeping the company going under lock-down safely I am happy trusting him with the cast's lives, as a GM? He has killed before, will kill again, and the worst part is it will be well crafted. Azu is putting everyone else before herself again. I know helping others is part of how she copes (seeking agency is valid) but I am serious about wanting her to lean on someone from time to time. Oh bless RQ they really do hold their quality up to the highest standards, is this the audio Alex was apologizing for? Oh Hamid, he really is trying to do the right thing by these poor traumatized Kobolds. "you do no damage". Eee! Tailor!Hamid!!! Tailor!Hamid! Tailor! Hamid!!! Over the armor hooded parka for Azu, using all his materials. Such a sweet kid. Zolf is "being outside & alone", he is so valid. Cel time! Cel won a cuddly toy red panda, Alex makes them roll for it. Cel has a night at home. Wilde calls meeting for party, sans Cel who is not summoned from their village. Hopefully that means this isn't terrible & actionable news, and not that Wilde doesn't see Cel as a party member. Earhart? Please Alex we've been ever so good! Einstein is off grid, might be intentional Earhart's ship was damaged, she was injured. They need to go to her. Wilde asks if Cel will be continuing with the party, everyone volunteering at once to get them is reassuring of their place in the party. I suppose I should also give credit to Wilde for not making assumptions about how Cel would make a major life decision. Aw goodbye Inn! Oh Barnes and Carter could go either way. Sounds fancy. Zolf still has that instinctual knack for leadership, decreeing he will do the necessary but less fun bit of packing, while Hamid does the people bit of fetching Cel. I missed whether Azu was going with Hamid, but we'll find out in a minute. Helen calls out Alex. Oh Hamid, Azu, and all seven Kobolds are going. Are they staying or not? Bless the kid, Hamid is telling Skraak the itinerary as information rather than leverage to make the decision he wants. Whether the other Kobolds come with or stay in the village, informed consent is important. Also by telling Skraak first they can figure out how to tell the others along with info on the plan rather than leave them scrambling to figure out what Hamid wants to hear. I love this village. Cel set up a sound system for the village band to do their spring cleaning montage to. Azu & Hamid are charmed. Oh Jasper made the sound system! Hamid praises Jasper for that and taking care of the village. God I love that Alex isn't doing that thing where the stutter goes away as Jasper's character arc progresses. Yes stress can make stuttering worse, but it isn't a flaw that means you won't progress until you fix it.* Hamid introduces the Kobolds as his friends. Is Alex going to let the names pass from WOG to canon? Nope fair enough, as soon as we get names he'll have to use them and we'll soon need character traits and its a whole "if you give a mouse a cookie" thing. Jasper resorts to giving them tea as a universal. Cel enlists the Kobolds in improving the sound system. "Burrow through the center of the Earth?" I love Cel's suggestions. Oh please can Cel help repair Earhart's ship please? Speaking of ships, a half dozen authors just opened a new doc. Hamid is so careful not to pressure Cel while still being welcoming. Roar, Alex!?! What enormous roar!?! Oh he would break there. He is getting entirely too much mileage from being out of throwing range of the cast.

~break~

Thwarted Hamid Cel hug? Oh its the Kobolds! Bless em maybe they'll relax when Hamid doesn't turn on them for messing up. Name! Names! Thank you Alex! Yes I was just resigning myself to it being reasonable for us not to get them as individual characters, thank you! Thank you! Meerk likes loud noises, canon! Cel invites the Kobolds to stay, Skraak suggests they bring in Kobolds from the island instead of Hamid's 7. Hamid sounds a bit frantic as replies, like he thinks he offended Skraak & the others. It was a good suggestion for more reasons than just shaking the new kids, no one thinks you were just dumping them. A runner is sent to the island. Skraak wants to them to stick with Hamid. Perception check on the morning of departure. They roll ridiculously well. Oh Wilde is still wearing his antimagic cuffs on his ankles. Bell bottoms to disguise them. Oh Wilde, what happened to our peacock? They walk to the fishing vessel where Barnes and Carter are waiting. Oh Azu helps the little ones wade. Hamid flies. Zolf punts. Cel turns into a dolphin. The Kobolds are either ferried by Hamid air or swim. So Azu doesn't get to help after all. Zolf is not a happy sailor "Like going back to the place your ex works". Helen says Aphrodite would fight Poseidon for Zolf. Yes Alex you trained them well. Aw Azu and Cel play while Cel is a dolphin. I love Alex's world building Yes Lydia! The Soggy X is a favored call back. Mood Cel I have to work to remember how long ago I've been somewhere. Aw Alex gives them a wonderful meal. Hamid loves Sushi! Hamid overpays, good lad. Horse riding time Japan is historically a gnome heavy area and caters towards smaller races. Alex's world building is great. Oh Alex is learning to give them proper down time. Hamid gives Azu the parka he made. He is so sweet. Zolf tells him that he already has cold gear. Poor kid takes it as a rejection. I honestly think Zolf was trying to get him to relax about not having made him one too. Its well made for a coat that goes over armor. He will make one for Cel. Azu picks Hamid up to hug him. Cel praises it. Oh Carter asks for one, Hamid perks up a bit. Hamid put pockets in Azu's. Zolf turns Hamid down again. Azu offers to share and Zolf remains a great conversationalist. Oh the Kobolds need coats. That should keep Hamid busy until they get to Svalbard. No one trusts the low stakes episode. *yes I still resent all the time I spent out of class with speech therapy, and I resent more people who knew it was hard for me to speak properly, knew what I meant well enough to correct me, and still interrupted me mid sentence as if an extra/wrong syllable was more important than the rest of the sentence combined.

#Rusty Quill Gaming #RQG Spoilers #RQG 158 #live blog thingy

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taejeonie · 5 years ago

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dream vs dream

— i can’t find a gif of mark in dream vs dream :(( so take this screenshot :>>

“ncity-“

“hihihi”

“gotta go get em”

“HAHAHAHAHAHA”

i present to u

markhee(HEE, i saw that reply and i loved it)

bffs forever mwah <3

i swear mark keeps laughing around taehyuck best friend goals

“mic test,,ncity...gotta go get em :)))”

video cuts to taehee moving her chair closer to mark

“hey, what are you doing?”

“i’m moving closer to you. what does it look like?”

“there you go again”

“iS it mY fAuLt fOr wAnTinG tO bE cLosE tO mY bEsT bUdDy?”

and mark just deadass stares at her but there’s this loving look in his eyes yes mark she’s still ur best friend and u love her bc that’s what bffs are <3

“ahh i knew you would be like this”

“how much do you wanna bet we’re gonna ask the same thing?”

“like,,,for real? cause-“

“are you scared, mark?”

“if that’s the case, i’m not betting. i have a feeling we’re gonna ask at least two questions that are the same”

taehee @ the camera: “if we get one of the questions wrong, we’re gonna eat it.”

“wh- HAHAHAHAHA”

“so that we can remember the answer after this.”

“HAHAHHAHAHAHA”

“but then we throw it away if we get it right”

“let’s fold the paper like this :p” MARK IS SO CUTE PLS

“but then eat it if we get right...you have to swallow okay?”

“oKAAYYY DREAM VS DREAM START!”

they play rps

taehee threw scissors and mark threw rock

mark, shaking his head: “you always throw scissors it’s so predictable”

“one day, i’ll throw u off. we’ll see -.-“

“okay, what year did we meet each other?”

...

“DONT PRETEND U DONT KNOW THIS IS EASY!!!”

“2012. we arrived at the same day, right?”

“right.”

“mark and i were really shy back then so we became each other’s first friends in the company”

“we were,,,13? 13, right?”

“i was 12, u were thirteen. our friendship was going strong,,,until haechan came along so mark started hanging out with him more >:((“

“you and haechan fought a lot back then!!!”

in nana’s voice: “but you chose to hangout with me and you left me all alone (-｡-; “

and mark’s in faux disbelief

taehee and her antics tsk

“okay next question....give me one thing i appreciate about mark lee and why?”

mark’s fLUSTERED TM

everyone loves u dont be shy markus

“one? just one?”

“yeah-“

“that’s so hard there’s so many”

“WOW AND YOU FINALLY ADMIT IT”

“NO NOT LIKE THAT HAHA”

“just answer the question”

“is it...i’m cute?”

“then what’s the reason for that?”

“do you like me?”

“oh no...how’d you find out :OO”

“JUST TELL ME IF IM RIGHT OR WRONG”

“no,,i’ll give u another chance. it’s something that you say”

“my habits? ‘약간’?”

“that’s cute,,but no.”

...

mark snaps his fingers and goes, “AH!”

“when i call you ‘joanie’ becauseeee.....”

“because?”

“it reminds you of your mom?”

“i was going for family but mom works too ;))”

and mark laughs in delight

“yo that was EASY”

taehee playfully rolls her eyes, “your turn”

“what is mark’s sleeping habit?”

taehee’s eyes widen for a split second before answering

“kissing your roommate”

“crawling on the floor”

“what?”

“sleep talking in korean and english”

“that’s right”

“konglish” - taehee, 2k18

“i witnessed it personally and when i do get the chance, i will record it and post it on sns”

“...please don’t”

“you’re right i might get fired”

they both laugh,,you can also hear renjun’s laughter off-screen

“okay next, you’ll know the answer to this if you’re really interested in me”

“i feel uneasy”

“what is my favorite song as of now,,,,”

“uhh ‘better now’?”

“no”

“‘i like it’”

“nooo”

“‘better now’”

“HEY YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS :(((“

“WHAT IS IT”

taehee puffs out her cheeks before giving him a clue

“it’s a song by one of your favorite artists”

mark blanks out for a moment and he’s like

uhhhhhhh

and taehee sighs disappointingly bc so far she’s got two of mark’s questions right

i mean her questions aren’t that hard pfffft

“AH! ‘new light’ by john mayer”

“DING DING DING”

“i told you to listen to it, right?,” mark says proudly

she nodded cutely before singing the lyrics

“oh i want a take two,”

“i want to breakthrough,”

and mark joins her and it becomes the perfect recipe for a louder duo

mark + taehee = loud

“I WANNA KNOW THE REAL THING ABOUT YOU”

and now they’re calm again, “so i can see you in a new light~”

taehee: “applause!!”

cLAP CLAP CLAP

“in how many cities did mark live in?”

“torontonewyorkvancouverseoul”

taehee main rapper we stan

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH THAT WAS SO FAST AHHAHAHAHAHAH”

“f o u r,” she spelled in english

“mARK LOOK FOUR HAS FOUR LETTERS”

“rEaLLy???”

simultaneously: f o u r.

and they’re both shocked like the five year olds they are so they high five each other

#dreamiesatheart

“what is taehee’s most recent sleeping habit?”

“told you it would be the same”

“yeah but mine has a ‘most recent’ on it? see,” she gestures to the paper in her hand

“you raise your arm when you’re asleep”

taehee’s like >:(( as she puts mark’s hand down when he demonstrates

“there’s another one”

“ahh sleeping on the floor”

“yeapp :DD”

“why do you get on the floor tho?”

“honestly i don’t even wanna know”

“okay in what restaurant did we eat together”

“like...just the two of us?”

“yeah”

“do i have to name all of them”

“name the most memorable one.”

“ah 삼겹살!!!”

“that’s correct but there’s another-“

“김치찌개!!”

“wow you got all of them right”

“paper doesn’t exactly suit my appetite...but maybe it does for you”

mark laughs at this

“wait, see? i’m getting goosebumps right now. what was the first menu mark and taehee ate together?”

“just the two of us? isn’t it 김치찌개 also?”

“yes,” and the girl goes in for a high five

“woah we really wrote the same thing ...”

“we should’ve discussed this earlier”

“okay last question!!! are you ready?”

“yES IM READY,” she shouts causing mark to let out a giggle

“name the film that we watched together in the movie theater”

“train to busan. i loved that movie.”

“that’s right!!”

and they make their 93488293rd high five in the video

best friend tingz

mark laughs, “no one knew about this.”

“yeah we had to sneak out,” taehee says before making that

oops i did it again face

taehee and her escapades the managers have trouble monitoring her sometimes

but she’s a good girl for the most part lmao she still needs to pay rent

“i didn’t want to watch the movie-“

“but i forced him to”

“i thought you didn’t like scary movies?”

“scary movies are fine as long as i’m with....”

everyone expects her to say ‘the members’ but it’s taehee ffs

“...you ;)))”

“oKAAAAAAAAY”

“okay my turn,,,”

“WOAH YOU ACTUALLY GOT ALL OF THE QUESTIONS CORRECT”

taehee suddenly throws the paper behind her shoulder and catches mark off by surprise

“mark,,,,,”

then there’s this look in her eyes which made mark laugh nervously, “whaaat are you gonna do?”

“are you tired?”

“is that the question?”

taehee nods, “ask me why,,”

“....why?”

“because you keep running through my mind all day ;)))”

*finger guns*

chenle and jeno laugh behind the cam while mark attempts to keep a straight face while shaking his head at you

“that was good right?,” taehee’s still laughing as she nudges mark with her knee

“oh really?,” mark says

“then you must be exhausted”

taehee: ( O.O )

“WOAHHHH”

“MARK-HYUNG!!!”

“DID HE REALLY JUST DO THAT”

taehee’s in shock bc??? mark lee??? flirting back???

“wah that was good...”

and mark’s just laughing at her expression

“wah .... i didn’t ....”

video cuts to taehee looking sullen while mark :))

“okay, the score is 5:4-“

“WHAT NO-“

“i’m hurt,,,clearly mark isn’t interested in me”

*proceeds to fake cry*

“hey, that’s no fair. the last question wasn’t even about you-“

*fake cries harder*

when taehee “calmed down” she looks at the camera

she’s still wiping her non-existent tears

acting queen give her an oscar

“from now on, i will try to be less interested in mark”

she turns to mark and makes this cutting/slicing gesture with her hand

and mouths “friendship. over. -.-“

“she gave the wrong questions. that’s why-“

“wHAT CAN GET MORE PERFECT THAN THESE”

bleep

“this was dream vs dream which ended in my victory. thank you for watching!!!”

they give each other a bro hug

and when taehee pulls away she looks down and pointed at mark’s shoes

“tie your shoes properly!!”

“but they don’t-“

“i don’t want you falling for anyone else ;)))”

mark shoves her causing taehee to go out of frame

“HAHAHHAHAHA- HEY!”

“tHAT WAS BAD I DONT EVEN HAVE SHOE LACES”

“IT WAS GOOD THOUGH!!”

“try to come up with a new one, i heard you use that on yuta-hyung already.”

“whatever-“

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angst-fairygodmother · 5 years ago

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"You don't have to talk. We can just sit together" - Jaskier x Reader pls/thx xoxo (also please also work on SOAWM at your convenience - we will wait patiently)

A/N: So many almost-versions of this...sorry it took so long for the final, soft and fluffy result. Word Count: 1647 Content Warning: None

Jaskier had always been the kind of person who believed that problems could be solved with open communication, or better, they would never become problems in the first place. Which is why when he and Geralt came upon the crying girl in the woods, his first instinct was to ask her what was wrong.

“Are you alright?” he asked, smiling softly as he approached you.

You sniffled, looking fearfully up at the two men, and one lovely brown horse, who had seemingly materialized out of the forest shadows.

“Don’t worry, we won’t hurt you. My name is Jaskier, and this is Geralt.” Geralt grunted what you thought might be a greeting, or the passage of gas.

“And the third member of your company?” you ask softly.

Jaskier frowns in puzzlement and you note that the face he makes is quite cute with his wide eyes and creased brow. And then he bursts out laughing and it is light and musical, and for a second the world does not seem as dark as it once had.

“I assume you are referring to Roach?” he gestures vaguely at the horse and you nod. “She is so much a part of Geralt I do sometimes forget to introduce her. My apologies.”

The tiniest smile creases your face and Jaskier finds himself stunned breathless by the beauty hiding there.

“Why are you out here?” Geralt asks brusquely.

“I’m running away. Only I’ve gotten horribly lost.”

He nodded and Jaskier frowned once more, now in concern. “Running away? From what?”

You turned your back and folded in on yourself, muddied knees tucked up to your chest and arms wrapped around them. You tried to bury your face and hide that you had begun to cry again. Strong arms wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you into the stranger’s chest, and you were so tired, so hollow, that you let it happen without protest.

“Never mind. Forget I asked. If you like, you can stay with us tonight, and then perhaps we can help you find your way back to whatever path you were on in the morning. Right Geralt?”

There was silence, but you felt the bard nod. “That’s settled then.”

You leaned back to stare at him, finding his cornflower eyes boring back into yours.

“Why are you being so kind to me? I have nothing to offer you…”

“Must someone be seeking a reward to be kind?”

You frowned. “In my world, yes,” you muttered, pulling completely away from him and trying to busy yourself helping in the setting of camp.

For the next three days, you travelled with the witcher and the bard, a shadow bringing up the rear of their procession. You spoke little, only when directly addressed and refusing to say anything of yourself. Geralt seemed content with that, glaring at Jaskier when he pushed further than you were willing, trying to get to know you.

“Little Runaway,” he said, cheerfully enough, on the evening of the third day. “What do you plan to do when we get to town tomorrow?”

“What do you mean?” you asked softly, laying the rounded biscuit dough you had prepared on the coals to cook.

“Well, will that be where we part ways? You still haven’t told us where you were trying to go when you got lost in the woods.”

“I…do you want me to go?”

“No! No of course not. I quite like your company. Though I had hoped with three of us,” you shot him a teasing glare and he corrected himself, “four of us, I wouldn’t still be the only one maintaining conversation.”

“You could try shutting up for once,” Geralt growled, dropping a pair of freshly caught hares beside the fire.

You set to work preparing the beasts, silent and deep in thought.

Jaskier sighed and pulled out his lute, strumming absently on it to fill the silence, knowing that it would be some time before he got more out of you.

“You know, Little Runaway, the least you could do is tell us your name,” he said a short time later, watching you through half-lidded eyes as you gently turned the rabbits and removed the bread from the fire.

You mouth twitched hesitantly. You wanted to tell them, to let them in. But the thought of it made your chest ache. Jaskier continue to study you. You were more nervous than those rabbits had likely been, skittish creatures though they were. He found himself wondering for probably the dozenth time that day alone what had made you this way, that you were willing to wander about a dark, dangerous wood with a pair of strangers, but you couldn’t bear to tell your name.

Just as he was beginning to think that he had unintentionally put his foot in his mouth again and wasn’t going to get an answer, you turned eyes brimming with tears on him.

“Y/N,” you said softly.

He smiled, soft and slow and blindingly adoring.

“Y/N,” he rolled the name around on his tongue. “It’s lovely. Very fitting, given that so are you.”

You ducked your head as you felt the heat of blush creep across your cheeks.

“So, Y/N,” he said, savoring the taste of your name in his mouth and deciding to push his luck. “You never answered, do you plan to leave us when we arrive in town?”

“I…I don’t know.”

He nodded. “A problem for tomorrow then.”

You kept your hood up and your head down as you passed within the high wooden wall of the town, despite the heat of the day and the brightness of the sun, praying that the villagers’ prying eyes would not catch you and Geralt would be content to keep moving, rather than staying the night or looking for work.

Unfortunately, luck was not on your side. Geralt insisted on paying for a second room, despite their meager funds, so that you could stay as well, and have a little privacy, and as soon as their possessions had been dropped, was off to look at the postings in the town square for anything suitable and Jaskier was arranging a performance.

“What is this?” Geralt growled, dropping a broadside in front of you, the ragged edge telling you that he had ripped it down from a board.

“A very large piece of paper?” Jaskier, sitting beside you tuning his lute, looked at his friend in confusion. “Geralt, what’s gotten into you?”

“He means what’s on it,” you said softly. “I can explain. It’s not…I’m not…it wasn’t my fault.” You felt tears stinging at your eyes as Geralt’s amber ones burned accusingly into you, just as they all did, just as you were sure Jaskier’s would when he read the sheet.

You decided to run before her could turn on you, you were getting good at running. You hadn’t expected anyone to chase you.

Jaskier found you, out of breath and sobbing, on the bank of a river not far from the town.

“Hey,” he called softly, trying not to startle you and wincing when you jumped and teetered uncomfortably close to the bank edge. “Y/N, it’s just me.”

“Go away Jaskier,” you muttered through your tears.

“No I don’t think I will. See there’s this wonderful, incredible girl I’ve been getting to know and falling quite hard for and I think she needs me right now.”

“Jaskier…I…what that paper said…”

“Shh,” he walked closer, taking a seat on the bank and holding his arms open for you. Gratefully, you settled in their gentle fold, burying your face against the soft chest hair that peaked out of his shirt.

“You don’t have to talk, we can just sit here. Until you’re ready. Until you’re okay,” he soothed, rubbing small circles against your back and rocking gently.

You weren’t sure how long the two of you sat like that, your sobs dying out and leaving the only sounds the river’s bubbling and Jaskier’s humming. Eventually, you shivered as the afternoon’s warmth began to fade and Jaskier suggested that you head back to town, offering you a hand up. You took it and stood, lacing your fingers through his so that he could not let go, not that he seemed to mind.

“Jaskier?” you asked as the two of you walked, side-by-side so close your shoulders brushed. “Did you mean what you said?”

“Every word of it,” he assured, then looking over at you in confusion. “But just for…you know…clarity, which thing specifically are you referring to?”

“About…well falling for me?” you muttered, scuffing your toe across the ground awkwardly.

“Of course I did. You are…lovely and kind and a wonderful cook. You tolerate me. And when you smile…well I could write entire verses about it.”

You thought about it for a while, silence falling not uncomfortably between you until finally, you pulled to a stop, not far from the town walls, just as the sun disappeared behind it in a golden ray.

“I think…maybe…I’ve fallen for you too Jaskier,” you said softly, gazing on the way his features somehow both softened and sharpened in the dying light, the way his hair seemed to take on a halo and his eyes glowed.

And then suddenly you couldn’t admire him anymore, because he was kissing you, soft lips moving gently, tentatively against your own as his hands came up to cup your face. You slid your own around his waist, pulling him close as you answered his kiss with passion and desire.

All too soon, he was pulling away to draw a deep breath, forehead pressed to yours.

“Well, Little Runaway? Are you going to?” he teased, as if his hold on you, one thumb still tracing your cheek and the other hand tangled in your hair gave you any opportunity.

“No, I don’t think I will.” You pressed another swift kiss to his lips.

#Jaskier x Reader #The Witcher #The Witcher fic #Jaskier #fluff #reader insert #I'm pretty sure when this ask was sent I was feeling angst #but instead it has become soft

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thecardsimagine · 5 years ago

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I swear I saw this HC that Julian may have a hard time getting a boner when drunk by someone, but I can’t find that post to save my life (pls sent it to me so I can link it properly ;-;) but basically that’s what’s happening.

EDIT: The amazing @omfg-angel-with-a-shotgun found it! Click here to read the original HCs

Characters: Julian Devorak, Reader Genre: Hurt/Comfort Rated: Lime

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Julian was never one to pass up on a good drink at the Rowdy Raven. He loved being there almost as much as he loved being with you, but you were sure you held the top place in his heart. However, when two of his favorites came together, he got somewhat... reckless.

Or absolutely bonkers. Without restrains. Way over the top. Simply Julian.

You tentatively rubbed over his back, kneading your thumb in between his shoulder blades. Hunched over, he leaned on the tabletop, groaning whenever you applied pressure - a strange mix of exhaustion and pleasure running through him. "I overdid it," he wailed, giving away as you pressed your fingertips into one side of his back.

"Oh, no. That was just the table dancing, Julian. Just... the table dancing," you tried to comfort him, holding back on the smirk that kept breaking through your lips. With another sip of your own keg, you fished for your purse, putting down some coins to pay the expenses of Julian's party-mood. Nodding towards the bartender who had his eyes on you two for a while - fearing Julian might leave behind some unwelcome parting gift - you waited for him to give you the okay before you got ready to go.

Ushering Julian out of the booth, you endured his groans and moans, two long, helpless legs staggering to a stand and almost giving away beneath him. But you hooked your arm casually under his shoulders and around his body, Julian more than willingly hunching down to you and gripping onto you in his own attempt of getting some support. With a small wave to the owner and some patrons that were barely responding to it after having partied with Julian, you led him outside, cold air crashing into both of your faces.

"What time is it?" he questioned, words barely resembling a spoken language anymore. "Pretty late, I'd say." He let out a chuckle, pulling you closer to his body as he felt you shiver in the night air. "Or pretty early, Sweetheart."

Drunken idiots you two were, laughing as you staggered through the hardly lit district of the town. Even intoxicated, Julian would have found his way back to Mazelinka's place, and you trusted him to do so. However, that didn't mean that you two got there without crashing into a few barrels and kicking over randomly places bottles on the ground.

But whenever you lost your footing, you were sure to be pulled back into his arms, twirling with him through the streets as if in an unrhythmical dance. And every time he pressed up a little closer, hands falling lower down your back, reeking Salty Bitters in your knows when his face came close.

Until it wasn't just close anymore.

Demanding, hot lips bothering yours, tongue traveling between them. Hands on your ass, gripping it ever so tenderly, like a question before getting more confident. Fingers slipping under the cheeks, in between your thighs, feeling you up, you let out a gasp against his mouth, which was appreciated with a grin of his.

"Maybe it's still early enough..." he lulled, letting himself be interrupted by your hands cupping his cheeks, pulling him flush towards you for another kiss.

"To get frisky?" you finished, tearing yourself away from him, which was met with a curt whine of disagreement over your actions. But Julian was quick to catch himself, smiling again like the love-drunk idiot he was. "Mhm, frisky, alright."

Arms slung around his neck, he pecked your lips again, over and over, using a free hand to pull up one leg. With your legs pressed to someone's exterior wall, you were sandwiched between the hot-cold of the bricks and his body. Neither of you would have bothered if someone had passed you at that moment, too caught up in your doings, but luckily, the streets were pretty empty.

You felt his hips pressing closer with your leg out of the way, lower body grinding into yours. It drove you both to a moment of moaning into each other, eyes closing as it was too dark to see anyway. You just wanted to enjoy the moment, the feeling of him against you, his groans, and the smacking of your lips the only things to your ears. How the pressure grew and dispersed from his fingers all over your body, that was all you wanted to feel.

But at the same time, something was missing.

Furrowing your brows, you shook your head lightly, making him back away from the kiss and leaving you some room. "Julian," you sighed, irritation swinging in your voice as you reached down, caressing his crotch. Surely, you felt him shiver from your touch, face leaning in close with a grin to kiss you, but it was nagging on you. There was no bulge forming, no hint of erection in his snug-tight pants, and you grew worried.

"Something wrong?" you asked, panting as he had moved to the sides of your face, teasing your neck and jaw. "Eh?" he finally noticed, clearing up space between you to look down. It was sheer impossible he could see in the darkness, but you felt one of his hungry hands release you, presumably to touch himself.

"I..." Falling into stutters, he eventually let go completely, stepping back and almost tumbling into the stream of water behind him. Admittedly, it felt a bit disappointing that he was so far away already. You would have lied if you said you weren't hot and bothered by the time this occurred, but you were just as fast to grip him, keeping him from falling.

"Maybe the cold?" you suggested, quickly leading him forward and back on track to your temporary home. You heard him stutter some more, feeling how tensely he held on to you while trying to come up with an excuse or explanation as to why his body had not the usual reaction, but you just hushed him, continuously asking him for directions.

You were more than glad to finally get to the door, letting the distraught Julian fiddle with his keys to let you two in. He swore a little as he hit a shoulder trying to get through the door, but you two made it into the safe space, the fireplace still having sparks in it covered by ash.

Almost immediately - and now a little bit more desperate - you got help with undressing. Fabrics gliding to the floor, coats being flung over a chair. You two weren't exactly the epitome of quiet, but with the new hints of lust coming back to you, you at least did the best not to laugh loudly and wake Mazelinka.

As it was, you didn't get spared from feeling the urgency in Julian's touch as he seemingly worked himself up. Kisses got sloppy, groping a little off the areas it was supposed to feel good. You were in charge of correcting his touches and forcing him to kiss you more seriously, questioning if it was the influence of the alcohol or the desperation boiling in him.

To the point where your back hit the mattress a little too roughly, robbing you of your breath and giving you a moment to think before Julian followed. "No," you said firmly as he hovered over you, stemming your hands into his shoulders before he could lean down. Shifting awkwardly in your position, you shoved your way out of his body imprisoning you, sitting at the edge of the bed and sighing.

You had been sure that you wanted this as much as he did, but something felt wrong, and you didn't appreciate the forcefulness with which he tried to make it right. Julian stayed in the position you had left him in, unsure what exactly he had done wrong or if you even wanted him to approach you about what just happened.

Taking a deep breath, you got up from the bed, turning around and crawling back up to him. "Let me," you suggested, though really, it was undebatable. With the moonlight filling the small back room, you could see his eyes turning from momentary confusion to excitement, Julian quick to turn.

Slowly, teasingly, you helped him out of his pants, taking the sweet time to prolong the whole procedure. His hands grazed your arms, a beg to satisfy him, and a promise that he'd be good. When you attempted to let go of the rest of your own clothes, he sat up, bringing the fabric over your head and taking the time to kiss along your exposed skin. Kissing along the line of your chest, the top of your shoulders, and the crook of your neck, you were filled with all kinds of tingling feelings.

It was on you to eventually shove him back into the pillows softly, lowering yourself to his crotch, tending to his hiding member. It wasn't very like you to take the initiative on preparing him, but it also wasn't very like him to not get a boner the moment you two emitted the want to copulate.

And you weren't going to lie, it was a struggle.

You really tried. Using your tongue to slip around it, stimulating him, Julian was moaning and groaning up above, but there was no movement in the region below. When you felt his hand on the top of your head as you worked your mouth around his cock, you knew he was getting desperate. Desperate for it to work, desperate for some release, but whatever was holding him back did not want him to as much as he wanted.

"[Name]... wait, hold one," he winced, and you immediately let off of him. Swallowing some salvia that had collected, you wiped your mouth with one hand, straightening your back and sat up. In your other hand, his limp member resided, really unimpressed by your effort. His own fingers slinked around and under yours, seemingly trying to make something happen as if he could use magic, but his voice grew more damned with every passing second.

"I don't... This is not... I really want to- I-"

"Schsch, it's alright," you cooed, inching closer to him and pulling his head against your chest. "It's not your day, maybe it's the Salty Bitters."

"But [Name]-" he whined, shaking in your hold as he got caught up in his emotions, working himself up about not being able to get it up. "I really want you... I love you, why is that not-"

"I know," you assured him, rubbing his back. "I know, and it's not your fault. Surely it's just not your day. Maybe it's the Salty Bitters," you suggested, trying to reason with him. Julian turned his face into your shoulder, hiding away against your skin while you tugged on a blanket nearby to cover you two. “I really wanted to- I- [Name] you got to believe me...”

"Tomorrow we will figure it out surely, it's alright," you mumbled, sinking into the mattress with him, holding him close to you. After a while, you felt him take deep breaths, arms coming around your torso to hold on as he finally let you comfort him. "I’m sorry," he muttered.

"You have no reason to." You felt him nod against your body, his arms wrapping a bit more welcoming around you, allowing you to settle against him as comfortable as possible.

And sometime between quiet sobs and hushes, confusion about what happened and promises that it was all fine, you two fell asleep pressed together tightly, loved. Knowing you'd wake up with no hard feeling and a clearer mind the next mornig, in the arm of the person you wanted to wake up next to.

#julian #julian devorak #The Arcana #The Arcana game #The Arcana imagine #The Arcana headcanons #The Arcana scenarios #The Arcana fanfiction #the arcana julian #Julian The Arcana #julian x reader #dr. julian devorak #Dr. devorak #ilya #ilya devorak #lime #ow

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dearosamu · 5 years ago

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DESPERADO - AGAPE

SYPNOSIS: she, a dancer with personified problems all the while more that intrigues osamu dazai who came into her life amidst the chaos that is [name] [last name].

WARNING/S: cursing [if i forget to put warnings, pls be reminded this fic has mature themes!]

two - three

"what the hell are you doing here again you bastard? still trying to get into [name]'s pants?" chuuya greeted dazai and oda rather bitterly, directed at dazai mostly.

"he's still hung over [name] and i'm here for ango." oda pushed dazai slightly as the brunette only stuck out his tongue at chuuya.

"odasaku, you very well know that-"

"well damn. you don't even know how much [name] hates your guts, shitty dazai." chuuya crossed his arms, staring dazai down with disapproval. "i just don't get why you still force yourself on her."

dismissing chuuya's last comment, dazai frowned. "why would she hate me?"

"i can give her whatever she wants. she gives me what i want and i give her what she wants."

"it doesn't work that way, dazai. [name] doesn't think that way."

"i can give her more money if she wants. anything her heart desires." dazai pouted.

chuuya exhaled through his nose sharply, shaking his head. "she ain't a gold digger. do you really think that low of her?"

dazai shrugged nonchalantly, irritating chuuya even more.

"sure, she works for the money but she isn't going to throw away her body just for more cash. especially to a bastard like you."

oda sighed heavily from dazai's left, placing a hand on dazai's shoulder and shaking him. "that's what i keep trying to say, but he won't listen."

dazai's frowned deepened. "it's not just money i'll give her, you know. she can get whatever she wants just as she repays me equally as well. preferred for something more..intimate."

"she's not a fucktoy, dazai."

"i didn't even imply that-"

"sounds like you did."

the brunette and ginger glared at each other, seemingly a telepathic disagreement between the two men. oda only shaked his head at this.

he placed his hands on both male's shoulder's and broke them up as he could tell one of them may really kill the other.

"you two are grown men, so act like one and stop your childish antics. chuuya, just give dazai what he wants, otherwise he really won't leave."

chuuya thought over it for a moment before reluctantly agreeing. "..fine. it's not like i can do anything about it, he's just too persistent," he grumbled.

"alright, now that it's settled, let's get a move on!" dazai returned to normal and pushed oda up front eagerly.

oda only sighed once again.

"why the fuck are you here again?" [name] hissed as dazai merely smirked at her before placing his hand on the arm chair, raising another brown envelope with wads of cash.

"i want another show, dear. i can pay you double," dazai waved the brown envelope with a significantly larger amount of money in which where [name] eyed it eagerly, biting her lip.

"what makes you think you can buy me with money?"

"i see the way you look at it. i can tell you're desperate for money."

"you don't know that!" she snapped at the bandaged male.

"i know you do. you need the money."

"what makes you think that, huh? is it because i work here?! is it because i-"

"you need it for yourself and a family member whom you live with in a shabby apartment. i'm not sure if my hunch is correct, but the landlord demands you a larger amount of money to pay for rent. am i wrong?" dazai cuts her off, looking at how she faltered.

"i don't like you," [name] spat. "i hate your stupid tricks. will you just fuck off and stop stalking me?"

"but i'm right, are i not?"

"it doesn't matter whether you're right or wrong," she squinted at the male. "you're an asshole for taking advantage of me and i hate that. i'm not gonna blow you for a few thousand yen."

dazai seemed to have not been paying attention or just completely dismissed it changed the subject. "i wonder why a lot of people have been calling me an asshole lately."

"oh really? i wonder why." was [name]'s snarky reply.

"well, you don't have to blow me. you can just do what you did yesterday."

"what i did yesterday?"

dazai nodded, humming as he waited for her response.

the woman stayed silent, debating whether or not to agree to fulfill his request. she heaved a sigh, (something oda has been doing lately since he and dazai went there the other night) running a hand through her [h.c] locks.

"how much do you have then?"

"five hundred sixty-five thousand."

her eyes widened a fraction. "you're willing to pay me that much money for a measely lap dance?"

"i can miss the money, you need it for yourself."

"stop treating me like i'm pathetic and in need of help from a higher-up like you. i can work for my own money! and we especially don't need your sympathy!"

"i'm not pitying you. it's called kindness," dazai raised a brow. "what's wrong with it?"

"everything." she growled.

dazai stared at her for the longest time, never breaking their eye contact.

[name], who grew tired of their stare off, rolled her eyes and snatched the brown envelope aggressively. "listen, i'm not taking this because i need it or because i'm a whore who just throws herself at men," she narrowed her eyes. "i'm taking it because i want to, got it?"

dazai only hummed before he was dragged back to the place he and [name] were the night before.

"let's just get this fucking over with."

it became a regular thing.

dazai would double up the amount of money he'd pay [name] with each time he'd drop by. the money kept the female on a leash, confirming his suspicions of her desperate need for cash.

he'd try to convince her to go home with him every time, and every time she'd refuse. dazai doesn't understand. he had a nice place and he was filthy rich, though he knows she isn't a gold digger, but why?

he wanted to know why she refuses to go home with him and his question was answered when he had ran into her in the mall.

he was hurrying to buy a suit for an upcoming celebration for his company's twenty-forth year anniversary. he was just walking around calmly around the mall before a child with black and white hair ran into him, making him stumble back.

"omph--!" the child let out a small disgruntled noise before looking up at dazai with..the most strangest eyes he has seen. a shrill of a female broke the child's trance before hiding behind dazai, gripping on his black trench coat tightly.

"yumeno! where are you little brat- oh you have to be fucking with me right now." [name] came into an abrupt stop as she had been running to look for yumeno. her neutral expression turned into one of annoyance as she had spotted black and white hair from behind dazai.

she snapped her fingers. "yumeno, come here right now."

the child immediately let go of dazai and ran to [name], giggling quietly to himself. "you found me, onee-chan! haha!"

"are you hungry? here," she handed the multicolor haired child twenty five yen. "you can go buy any sweets you like for now."

"mhm!" yumeno happily walked away to a nearby candy shop. once he was out of sight, [name] turned to dazai, furious.

"do you follow me every where??!"

"no. we only met by coincedence. who was that kid by the way?"

"he is none of your business. now, if you'll excuse me-"

"i'm afraid you're not going any where, love." dazai took a hold of her arm before she could walk away. she whipped her head back, her brows furrowed in annoyance.

"what do you want now?"

"i won't tell anyone here that you're a stripper and work in an exoti-" a hand clamped his mouth shut before he could finish his sentence.

"will you shut the fuck up? people can hear you, you know," [name] hissed at dazai. "look, i'm a dancer, alright? a dancer, not a stripper. i pole dance, lap dance. i just dance okay?" dazai nods his head as he is unable to speak for it will come out muffled by her hand.

"also, do you know when to ever keep your mouth shut? people here still respect me, so don't go fucking that up for me." she removed her hand from his mouth, looking at it with disgust before wiping it on his expensive coat.

dazai turned to look at the multicolor haired kid that hid behind him earlier who was now talking to a worker on an ice cream parlor.

"is he your son?"

"what he is to me doesn't matter, just stay away from him."

"he's a cute kid."

"pervert."

"what?" dazai turned to her with a questioning look.

"i don't want you to be anywhere near him," heaving a sigh, she continued. "just leave him alone at least. you already torment me enough by working for you."

"is he the reason you keep coming back?"

"me? coming back? please," she scoffed. "you're the one who keeps coming back to me and ask for more with enough money as it is."

"then why don't you send me away?"

"i'm pretty sure you're smart enough to figure that out," she huffed. "now fuck off."

"onee-chan, onee-chan!! help me with this!" yumeno ran back to her holding two pieces of candy- er, shall say a pack of lollipops and a pack of gummy bears.

"can i buy both?"

[name] softened her expression and kneeled down to yumeno's height, smiling at him gently. "i'm sorry, yumeno. we can't buy both. you can only pick one."

"i know that, but i don't know which one to pick.." yumeno stared at the two packs of sweets on his hands, silently playing 'eeny, meeny, miny mo' between the two.

"hey mister," yumeno looked up to dazai with a small impish grin. "which one do you think i should buy?"

dazai placed a hand on his chin as he thought about it over. "well, i bet you can save a bit less of money if you buy the pack of lollipops."

"what are you doing?" [name] said through gritted teeth, disliking the fact that dazai interacted with yumeno.

"it has more pieces than the pack of gummy bears, plus it only costs two quarters if bought single," dazai made small calculations on his fingers. "it can cost you half a bill if you buy the lollipops instead since you could buy a small pack of gummy bears instead."

"oh wow," yumeno's eyes glistened with amusement. "onee-chan, he's smart!"

"i thought i told you not to go near him or talk to him?"

"i didn't. he asked me first and i have to be polite and answer."

[name] only growled at pulled yumeno closer. "let's go yumeno. i'll pay for your lollipops instead."

"no, no let me pay for him," dazai stopped the two before going to their side.

"i'm already paying with the money you gave me." [name] deadpanned.

"no, you won't use that. it's for you. i insist i'll pay." dazai repeated. "i won't take 'no' for an answer." he continued, crossing his arms childlishly.

the female crossed her arms and huffed. "fine, whatever."

yumeno walked silently with the two adults who bickered back and forth (though it was one-sided), his eyes lit up and he tugged on the hem of his caretaker's shirt.

"onee-chan! how about we invite mister.." he paused. "hey mister? what's your name?"

"his name is dazai," [name] answered for him. "call him osa, he loves that." dazai scoffed at the nickname and rolled his eyes. he'd have to live with it for now.

"osa-chan, how about you join onee-chan and i for dinner?"

"yumeno i believe osa-chan is busy with his own-"

"i'd be glad to join you for dinner." dazai cuts her off, smiling at the child who returned the same expression. though his smile curled up way too much in dazai's opinion.

"dazai, no--"

"onee-chan! please let him come to dinner with us! please?" yumeno pouted at his caretaker who was hesitant to let the brunette join them for dinner. it seems yumeno really liked him for some reason and who was she to deny the child's request.

she could only sigh and nod. "well," she faced dazai, a tick mark showing on her forehead. "it looks like you'll be joining us for dinner tonight."

dazai grinned and gave her a thumbs up. "can't wait!"

"i really, really don't like you."

"aw, i like you too, [name]-chan~"

a yelp that came out of dazai's lips signified him that he should definitely learn when to shut his mouth.

#dazai osamu #dazai x reader #dazai fic #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #desperado #reader insert

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cloudyjoongie · 5 years ago

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Love at First Boba Milk Tea (Kim Hongjoong Imagine)

Hellllllooooo I love boba and kim hongjoong; put it together and voila! Y'all enjoy this okieee ✌😅

First day at your very first job. Great.

Since you moved in to town, you've been solitary and wrapped yourself within a bubble of just you as your main company, but soon realized that this wasn't going to pay the bills. As soon as you found a milk tea shop with a flyer in the front door that says "WE ARE HIRING" you gave in to the posted advertisement and quickly submitted at application.

You stared at the store label for as long as you could to prepare for the battle you were about to engage in with a hard puff of breath.

"Alright! I can do this! " you thought to yourself and marched inside the shop.

The manager welcomes you in as he introduces to you the environment within the counter of the shop, other crew members greeting as you go. He goes about the rules to follow and the food safety information you needed to know then dressing you in the store apron.

"Today, Hongjoong here will be training you. He is your supervisor here in this shop." He says as the man walks up to you. He smiles at you warmly with a hand out to properly greet you and you return the favor. Hopefully, today wasn't going to be bad.

Hongjoong taught you how to make the basic milk tea flavors and how the boba should be cooked properly and the time dots for every batch that is made. You admired how much he knew about making the drinks and also enjoyed making them when boba was your favorite drink ever. The funny thing too about Hongjoong is that he'd have a couple of tricks on his sleeves with the drink shakers, dancing till it frothed perfectly. Although his purpose was to make you laugh and succeeds victoriously. That time, you swore that this was not bad at all.

You know what's the worse case scenario for a new employee? A weekend at 12 in the afternoon when shit gets busy with the customers start rolling in.

You were at the back with Hongjoong, helping him with the overflowing orders. He was incredibly fast that you being there was not needed but still, you made yourself useful by bagging up the drinks and dispatching the orders to the customers who waited both with understanding and impatience. It was just until the dispatched orders have returned with wrong drinks and at this point, you were confused as to what to do. Hongjoong, leaving out the pending orders, came to your rescue to help you communicate with the customers in an almost perfect way, correcting the mistaken orders for a few minutes before going back to making the drinks. Your anxiety level rose up, unclear of the situation right in front of you as more people showed up to the counter with receipts in their hands.

Then, as soon you were going to return a complained drink to Hongjoong, your rapid turn had made you spill the drink on the chest of the manager himself. His face was in total remorse, reddened with anger towards you.

"Sir, I am very very sorry." You grap a couple of napkins to even attempt to dry up with wet shirt.

"Pls, do not touch me and step out of the way so we can get this line rolling. You are of no use at the moment." Hongjoong hears these harsh words and confronts him.

"Sir, I don't think this is the way of speaking to her like this."

"Hongjoong, get back there and make the drinks and I'll dispatch the orders." And just like that, you walked away to the bathroom with flood of tears streaming from your eyes. You locked yourself in as you bursted out sitting on the bathroom floor. You couldn't get anything right on the first day, what more of the days to come then? It started to hurt in your chest and your throat, but you stayed there in order to calm the storm away.

You have sat there for as long as time went by with the thought that you were sure you were not allowed to come in the next day again. But in the middle of you reevaluating yourself, a soft knock comes from the door and you got up instantly, realizing that it must have been a customer waiting this whole time. After you were sure that you looked less as if you cried, you opened the door not to find a woman, but Kim Hongjoong with two sealed glasses of milk tea in hand.

"It's break time and I thought that it was only right to spend it with the new girl." He says as you come out of the bathroom, but slowly sitting down on the floor against the wall. Your mentality was not just ready for today that even effected you physically. Hongjoong sits next to you, offering you the other glass of milk tea.

"You know, you remind me of myself back then." He breaks the silent. You look at him with confusion.

"Nahh, clumsy? I don't believe that." You shake your head at him.

"I meant your silence and seclusion. At one point, I also loved isolating myself and I am sure you do too." You look at him in the eyes and nod at him.

"I guess so. It's a new town for me and even before coming here, I'm not a good communicator." He smiles at you.

"I understand. It does get you sometimes having to expose yourself to everyone. But this is not a bad life, just a day that did not go right. I came here as the silent kid, but I told myself that I had to get out of my comfort zone because not only did it boost my way of talking to people, but also my performance."

"No wonder your quick on your feet."

"I wasn't always. I started out far worst, trust me. It takes time, and you don't have to worry, I'll guide you to the process and you'll just be like me or even better, who knows." You smile at his comment as you poke the straw to your drink.

"Thank you, I really appreciate that."

"Cheers?"

"Cheers." Both of your raised your glasses and took a sip on the drink. This drink was nothing like the ones Hongjoong had made and was a lot better than your favorites. Your shock had urged you to ask him.

"Heyy, what drink is this?" He laughs softly.

"That, my friend is a secret. Maybe someday I'll teach it to you, but for now, this drink you have st your hands right now is my signature drink. Have it released on the market and it will end even the top shops in the country." You laugh at his dramatic voice.

"And what is the name of this undefeatable drink?"

"It is called Hong Milk Tea. The drink for those in need of comfort." You laugh once again at his beaming wit, instantly lightening up the mood from earlier. Along with you, he also laughs at his own joke, only wanting to earn the sound of laughter coming from you. Little did you know that in Hongjoong's mind, he did not see a weak girl, but someone who is beautiful and has yet to come out of her shell.

In just a few moments, Hongjoong was deep down interested getting to know you more.

In just a few moments, he has fallen in love with a girl who had absolutely no clue of his thoughts that was soon to be filled with you.

#ateez fluff #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #kpop #ateez hongjoong #kim hongjoong #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez #ateez atiny #ateez au

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sehyoons · 5 years ago

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Can I ask what you don't like about the hair? Just the look of it or are there cultural problems I'm unaware of? I think harley quinn and joker a famous characters so it makes sense to use them. But I haven't really watched any super hero movies. What makes you disappointed in beat?

This is gonna be a long reply so I’m putting it under a readmore. If anybody wants to add on pls do because I think this is a conversation we should have, but please put it under a readmore if it gets long or just dm me if you wanna talk okay cool leggo

First off, instead of saying it every other sentence I’ll say it here once, THIS IS ALL JUST MY OPINION. I AM NOT PERFECT. I HAVE A LOT TO LEARN AND I AM ENTHUSIASTICALLY OPEN AND EAGER TO LEARN AND BETTER MYSELF. ALSO I’M WHITE AND TRYING TO BE AWARE OF MY PRIVILEGED AND UNLEARN MY BIASES WHICH IS A LIFELONG PROCESS AS A WHITEY. PLEASE EDUCATE ME IF I’M WRONG OR MISSING SOMETHING and please do it in a nice or neutral way I have no ill intent man I just wanna be good and learn okay leggo

Let’s list out all the aspects of my disappointment

The borderline cultural appropriation of the hair – the topic of people getting braids (only talking braids here, not dreads or anything else) has been changing and when bk’s teaser dropped I took the time to google some info because the last time I really sat down and tried to learn about this stuff was a while ago and these conversations and viewpoints are fluid and always evolving. Everybody has their own opinion which is important and valid. from what I found there’s an agreement that the key distinction between appropriation and appreciation is language and intent. (here’s a video I found that summed up the general idea and was very helpful, but I really urge you to do you own research and have your own discussions about this so you can learn too.) I don’t know shit about braids and styling and names so I’m not sure what the proper term for bk’s hair is so I’m just going to refer to it as “braids” and if that’s wrong or there’s a better word please let me know!!basically from what I’ve learned (which again if it’s wrong pls hit me up) the hair itself isn’t a problem. If bk, A.C.E, or Beat make inappropriate or inaccurate comments about it then that’s where we need to draw the line and let them know. There’s a term “calling in” (as opposed to “calling out”) that focuses more on correcting and educating rather than demonizing and cancelling. If it comes to that then I trust that choice will help them understand what’s going on and express how we expect them to act in the future. Knowing A.C.E and Beat I trust that they’ll be understanding, apologetic, and learn from this as to not make the same mistakes again.One woman expressed that a key point in her definition of cultural appropriation was that it’s being done by a dominant group. But I would argue that as an idol you are considered a dominant group especially in your home country? And also any non-korean people would be considered a minoritized group in South Korea? so I’m not sure how that effects this… I’m not sure where I stand in that respect….

The laziness and problematic nature of the joker/hq “concept” – when sy’s “joker” styling dropped I was pretty pissed. My friends talked me down and they’re right, if this was something as simple as just styling and not necessarily a whole ass concept then I could be chill. It’s still not my fav and I don’t like it, but it would be w/e and I would get over it. But it doesn’t seem like that’s the case (obvs it could change w the mv but it doesn’t seem like it will imo.) I’m all for concepts, but this feels lazy to me. I expect more from Beat and A.C .E. It seems like they saw something that was popular rn, and historically has been done and beaten like a dead horse, and decided to go for it. whether they did it because it’s just something they’re into or in an attempt to garner attention idk. There’s a difference to me between “ooo fun Halloween costumes concept!” and this. Again, we have to wait for the mv to really be 100% sure on that but ya.also, for people who don’t know, the joker/hq relationship is VERY NOT GOOD. It is manipulative and abusive and not healthy and the fact that people romanticize it is very not okay. I’m not going into things because it’s a lot but google’s your friend.

The fanservice/shipping/baiting – I’ll preface this with I AM SUPER GAY AND SO FUCKING SUPPORTIVE OF BEING LGBTQ+ AND NOT HIDING SHIT AND BEING LOUD ABOUT IT but that’s not what this is. listen. I get that the industry is hard. But this aint it. especially with the increase in “[member], kiss [member]!!” comments on vlive they have GOT to be more aware of this shit. I’m all for being playful but this seems pretty forced. I’m very loud about not shipping real people and I don’t want to say that they’re asking for it because that’s not the right attitude… but they’re certainly not making it easy on themselves alright?

So to answer your questions more directly: the hair is done badly and is in poor taste and if Beat or A.C.E say something stupid it’s gonna be a fuckin mess. sy & bk look sloppy and I don’t like it.

#og #Anonymous

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