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starwarsimagines1105 · 4 years ago

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Mission Accomplished O-WK

Requested by Anon: Could you write an Obi-Wan x Reader oneshot, where Reader and her Padawan joins Obi-Wan & Anakin on a mission and after Reader is put in a life threatening situation while saving Anakin and her Padawan, Obi-Wan confesses his feelings to her once they are alone?

You stood in the middle of the Jedi Council with your Padawan, Leo. Currently, they were assigning you and your padawan, a mission and now they were debating amongst themselves about whether or not another pair should join you. “You are sending them into Kradril, there are thousands of battle droids,” Obi-Wan insisted.

“If we send too many people there, then they will be easily caught,” Windu fired back.

“Silence, you all,” Yoda commanded. “Go to Kradril, you will, Master Obi-Wan. Padawan, you will take.”

“Thank you, Master Yoda,” Obi-Wan said before turning back to you and Leo.

“Master Y/N, Master Obi-Wan, collect your Padawans and leave at once,” Master Kit said.

“Yes, Sir,” you said, turning on your heel to leave while Obi-Wan and Leo follow you.

“Is it true there will be thousands of battle droids?” Leo asked nervously.

You laughed slightly, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “We’ll be fine. Stick with Master Obi-Wan and I and you’ll be fine.” Leo had only been your Padawan for four years, so he had a lot to learn, but he was smart.

“Just watch out for Anakin,” Obi-Wan cut in with humor in his voice, “he can be a bit reckless.” Leo gave him a smile before walking into his dormitory as Obi-Wan and you continued to the master’s section.

“Will you be okay,” Obi-Wan asked, just as you were about to enter your room, “with Leo going on a mission?”

You hesitated. Two years ago, when Leo had only been your padawan for a year, the council sent the both of you on a mission. It was supposed to be a simple mission, but Leo had somehow provoked a merchant who wanted to sell him into slavery. Jedi mind tricks weren’t working on the alien man, but you still defended your padawan. It ended with Leo getting thrown through a trading booth that caused internal trauma, which he needed surgery for. There was no one to help you, so while you waited for help, you used the force to keep his lungs from collapsing. “Yeah, I’ll be okay,” you forced a smile.

Obi-Wan remembered your fear from all those years ago. He had been part of the rescue team and he would never get the image of tears running down your S/C cheeks as you struggled to keep the boy breathing. He remembered distinctly how afterward you would talk to him about it and try not to fall apart as he held you. You were incredibly protective over Leo now, which rubbed a few masters the wrong way, but anyone who lost their padawan or master knows how painful it is. “Okay,” Obi-Wan nods, “we’ll meet in the hangars in half an hour.”

You nodded again, going into your dormitory and collecting your things for the trip. The entire time you were grabbing robes and other necessities, you couldn’t stop thinking about what happened last time. Your mind also kept wandering to the nights you spent with Obi-Wan. When the memories wouldn’t leave you, you’d go to Obi-Wan or if he sensed your distress through the walls, he’d come to you. You’d usually talk to him while he comforted you, trying to coax you to sleep. Oftentimes you’d wake up tangled in his arms and resting on his chest.

Holding your bag, you exited your room and headed towards Leo’s. When you knocked on the door, Leo greeted you with the sight of him holding his bag, ready to go. “You’re on time for once, I’m impressed,” you joked.

Leo laughed in return, “I’m just excited to go on another mission.”

Stopping, you whirled around so you were now facing him. “Be careful, I mean it. You remember what happened last time and this time, I won’t be able to save you if you get shot,” you say gravely.

He seemed to deflate, making you feel bad. “Yes, Master.”

“Good, I don’t mean to scare you or discourage you. I just really need you to be careful.” Leo nodded once again before you continued your way to the hangar. As expected, neither Obi-Wan nor Anakin were there. Anakin wasn’t the most punctual person. Approaching a six person ship, you opened the ramp and walked up, Leo tailing behind. There were three rooms, each containing two beds. You went to one room to set your belongings down while Leo went to another. Obi-Wan would either stay in Anakin’s room or stay in this one, and considering how many times Obi-Wan slept in your bed and vice versa, you wouldn’t be surprised if he chose your room.

Walking into the cockpit, you sat in the pilot’s seat, checking out the controls. As you were getting a sense of the ship’s controls, you felt two people walk into the room. “Nice of you to join us,” you smirked.

“It’s not my fault my padawan is always tardy,” Obi-Wan defended.

“Actually, it kind of is, Master,” Anakin quipped, making you smile.

“Anakin, why don’t you get a sense of the controls,” you said to your co-pilot. It was a well known fact that Anakin was an excellent flyer, albeit reckless, while his master was not. You had only taught Leo the basics, and this ship was too big for him to handle.

Anakin slid into the seat next to you, getting a sense of everything before you finally took off, jumping into hyper-speed when you exited Coruscant’s atmosphere. You spent the trip laughing with Obi-Wan and the two Padawans and showing Leo the controls. But as you approached Kradril, you all got into planning mode. Eventually, the group decided on staying together, seeing as there was an enormous threat in the form of thousands of battle droids. Your job was to destroy the computer that controlled them and get out, which is easier said than done.

You landed the ship in the mountains, careful to keep out of range of the base’s sensors. As Anakin and Leo walked out of the cockpit, you stood up only to be held back by Obi-Wan. “Look, I know you’re going to protect Leo to the point where you’d die for him, but I need you. I need you to be here with me so badly,” he pleaded.

Not getting the full meaning of his words, you nodded. The bearded Jedi let go of your arm, allowing you to walk away. Once everyone was off the ship, you began walking in front while Obi-Wan walked in the back, protecting Leo and Anakin and looking out for threats. The mission went smoothly enough; you got into the base smoothly, taking out a few droids silently. When you got to the main computer, you set it to shut down all droids in an hour, giving you enough time to escape before anyone figured out something might be wrong.

But it all went to hell when you encountered droidekas.

As you and the rest of the Jedi were making your way out of the base, a group of battle droids appeared at the end of the hall. Everyone did their job, slicing up the droids until about a dozen droidekas showed up. “What the hell?” Anakin shouted in surprise.

“One of them must’ve signaled for help,” you reasoned. They began to surround your group as you and Obi-Wan pushed your padawans into the wall so no one would be shot in the back. Once Leo and Anakin were ‘safe,’ Obi-Wan stepped in front of you, shielding you with his body.

Looking up, you noticed exposed pipes, hopefully strong enough to hold up a person so they could swing behind the droids and kill them. “Anakin,” you muttered. He looked at you, seeming to have figured out your plan. He nodded, reaching up for the pipes and swinging behind them. The second Anakin moved, the droidekas deployed their shields and began firing.

Anakin sliced three away, making a path for at least one of you to get out. “Leo, go,” you ordered.

“But-”

“I said, go!” you yelled, desperate to keep that pathway clear. He ran off to Anakin, taking out one more droid once he was behind them.

“Anakin, take Leo back to the ship. If we’re not back 15 minutes after you, leave,” Obi-Wan ordered while still deflecting blaster shots.

“Master-”

“Protect Leo!” you yelled. The boys nodded, running for the exit.

“Y/N, if we don’t get out of this,” Obi-Wan yelled, “I want you to know-”

You cut him off with your scream. Looking over, he saw a crater from where the blaster hit. It went over the top of your forearm. The sight of you injured seemed to ignite something in Obi-Wan. It was like the strength he received after watching Qui-Gon be killed, only now it was amplified. He stepped forward boldly, hacking and slashing at the droids until they were all in bits and pieces. He looked over at you who was clutching your forearm, unsure of how to make the pain stop.

Stepping next to you, he took your uninjured hand. “I know it hurts, but we have to leave right now,” he stressed. You nodded, allowing him to continue to hold your hand as you ran out of the base with him.

“What were you going to say earlier?” you asked as the both of you continued to run.

He hesitated, “I’ll tell you later.”

Continuing to run, you made it on the ship just as Anakin was about to start it. Rushing into the cockpit, you praised Anakin for following orders. Still clutching your arm, you supervised Anakin until you could safely hit hyper-speed.

“C’mon Y/N, let me fix your arm,” Obi-Wan invited. You nodded, standing up to follow him to your room. You fell back onto your bed, exhausted, as Obi-Wan rifled through a bag to find medicine. He kneeled next to you, forcing you to sit up as he took your arm. The medicine was cooling against the charred flesh that was your arm, and Obi-Wan wrapped it. “They’ll probably have to peel away the burnt skin,” Obi-Wan told you.

You groaned, you’ve seen plenty of Jedi receive that treatment. Whether it came from battle, sparring, or even accidental self-inflicted wounds on young Padawans; the procedure was always met with screaming.

“And what I wanted to tell you…” Obi-Wan trailed off, not meeting your eyes. Concerned, you almost said something, but he continued. “I love you,” his cerulean blue eyes looked into your E/C ones. “I’ve loved you since we were Padawans. You helped me get through Qui-Gon’s death, and I helped you through Leo’s injury. And some of my favorite moments are when I’d wake up, and you’d be laying on my chest, still sleeping. I love you, most ardently.”

You couldn’t speak, your best friend, the man who you denied your feelings for, for years just told you, he loves. Still unable to speak, you connected your lips to his. It was slow and passionate, but also needy because of all the years of avoidance. “I love you too,” you said, your forehead leaning against his.

“You should probably rest,” he breathed. You nodded, pulling away from Obi-Wan slowly.

“Stay with me?” you pleaded.

“Of course,” he smiled. He laid down next to you, careful of your burnt arm. You laid against his chest while he buried his face in your hair, which was tied back. Obi-Wan pulled the ribbon that held your hair back, out and let the rest of your hair fall. He stroked his fingers through it lovingly, long after you fell asleep. He looked down at your sleeping form, cuddled tightly into his chest. He couldn’t believe that after all these years, he finally had you.

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aldysfool · 4 years ago

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𝖉𝖔𝖚𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖚𝖇𝖑𝖊, 𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖘 — nate’s audition for macbeth.

alriiiiiiiight, so! a few ooc notes: nate loves macbeth, but i genuinely don’t think he ever really considered he was the protagonist/hero type, so that’s why he chooses to steer away from those roles. should he have given it an honest shot? i’m not sure ─ i don’t think he’ll know what to do with himself if he even got the title role, macduff, or even malcolm. frankly, i just don’t think he’d be inspired enough by them to put his all into it. anyway. enjoy! // triggers: mentions of drug use. word count: 1400+? google doc for better viewing!

so, here’s the thing: nate didn’t know what the fuck was happening anymore.

ever since heidi made the announcement of their spring play, he had been feeling one step behind everybody else. while most of his classmates jumped on rehearsal spaces, monologue runs, and every other kind of audition prep and/or ritual, nate couldn’t seem to share in their enthusiasm. and it scared him. there was something eerie about it all ─ like some kind of storm had formed over the department and no one seemed to notice, or worse, care. or maybe they were better at hiding their fears than he was. nate had tried his hardest to prepare for this audition properly, but he hadn’t been able to focus long enough to even give it an honest try.

serious talk about what happened that night had pretty much ceased amongst the group, but now it felt like no one had given the winter masque a second thought. did everybody know something he didn’t? either way, he had been so distracted that the auditions came sooner than he realized. nate considered just waltzing in and recycling one of his faves from hamlet, because as much as he wanted to go for the big roles, he felt like this wasn’t the play for him to take that risk. nate already had a lot of other shit to deal with on a daily basis, and he convinced himself he would be a liability if he even considered the thought of going for, say, the title role. and in all honesty, the amount of emotional and psychological lifting he would have to do in order to portray macbeth (lady ‘beth or macduff for that matter) accurately was something he just didn’t have the capacity for at the moment.

so that’s where he was the day of auditions. the waiting was always the easiest part for him ─ being able to send quick texts or share jokes backstage was where nate shined. he didn’t think about the stage, or heidi, or the audition piece, because right now what mattered most was making sure other people felt comfortable and strong going into their auditions. lately nate had grown introspective as fuck, and he didn’t really understand why.

or maybe he did, but he didn’t want to acknowledge the facts as they were: he and teddy were having their drug-induced fun, but it was unsustainable by the way things were going; jason was probably guilty for something, and nate was sad that he was still too afraid to just confront him; discovering orson’s body had done something to nate, and he hadn’t stopped worrying about his own mortality since. he didn’t want to end up like that ─ drugged up, miserable, and alone. nate wanted to be this upstanding, nice guy, but there was this heaviness that had been creeping up on him after all these years of destructive behavior. and of course everyone saw the silly, carefree nate who was so easily relatable and funny all these years that it would be near impossible to believe by almost anyone that he had a personality beyond popping vallies like candy and sharing internet memes in group chats at 3 am. fuck.

he doesn’t hear his name at first, because he’s too busy thinking about a lot of other shit, but then he hears his name called once more, and nate comes back down from the stratosphere for two seconds to remember oh yeah, he has something really important to do right now. like audition. nate walks out on the stage just like every other audition for alderidge, except this time when looks up and sees heidi’s face, a fire ignites under his ass.

“yo. my name is nathaniel palmer and…,” he resists the urge to say, ‘and welcome back to my youtube channel’, “i’ll be auditioning with iago’s soliloquy from act two, scene three of othello.” maybe it’s the look on his face or how he takes a few steps backwards from the edge of stage, but heidi doesn’t verbally respond and nate’s thankful for it. his nerves are already bad enough, so he closes his eyes and counts his deep breaths. he tries to remember something of what he’s learned before. the exhale expels the fear, the inhale centers him in place. by the time he’s opened his eyes, iago takes form.

“And what’s he, then, that says I play the villain?”

at base, iago is written off as one of willy’s cruelest characters; he’s manipulative, cold, and intense as hell. but nate understands a part of iago, though, where who he presents to the world is not always how he feels behind the closed doors. honest iago, just like honest nate, has dark tendencies. but while nate has chosen to run from his (via literal running, drugs, or sex), iago sees no other choice but to embrace it. and here, in a rare moment, nate allows himself to embrace it too. where does that darkness come from? nate’s eyelids are low and he moves slowly, but each step is calculated in a wide S shape towards downstage center. in this moment, there are only two players: nate as the predator, and heidi as his accomplice and his prey. "─His soul is so enfettered to her love / That she may make, unmake, do what she list, / Even as her appetite shall play the god / With his weak function.” his breath is a little shaky, so he takes a beat to collect himself.

if orson could see him now, he’d probably laugh to spite nate’s attempt at pulling out something else besides the humorous, non-threatening fool. but that’s where orson was always wrong. humor was present in everything, especially in moments of high drama and danger ─ like conspiring to see the downfall of one’s appointed general, for example. and as long as humor is there, nate knows how to tap in. so he smiles then laughs, short and dry, before switching tactics and continuing with the piece. that’s the thing: navigating iago was second nature for nate, because he had become an expert at thinking on his feet and blending in wherever seemed necessary. it’s what he had to do to survive, and he wasn’t going to apologize for that. neither did iago.

“─When devils will the blackest sins put on, / They do suggest at first with heavenly shows, / As I do now.”

iago was basically airing out nate’s dirty laundry right there on the stage, because holy shit, how else would devils know how to act, how to behave, how to charm like their heavenly counterparts? maybe they didn’t ─ but fallen angels did. and nate never once felt like he was an angel, even when he was young and his family tried convincing him otherwise. he had a lot to be grateful for of course, but there was an anger that lurked deep below the surface. it manifested in his bad behavior in school. in his drug abuse. in his relationships. and that was no one’s fault, he’s had to realize. even though he wants to blame someone so badly. anyone, really. maybe that would help him hurt less.

the audition comes to a close, and the room is so quiet he can hear his heart beating through his chest. heidi breaks the silence at first, but nate feels a little lightheaded, so he non-verbally motions for her to hold her thought. putting on iago’s jealousy, his speech patterns, and his demeanor takes a little more effort to let go, so nate has to shake him out. literally. exhale to expel, inhale to center.

damn, he misses his therapist.

after another few seconds of obnoxious bouncing around, nate turns on his heel and beams in heidi’s direction. honest, silly nate was back in control. he hears her question for the second time and doesn’t miss a beat, “oh, sorry i didn’t mention it earlier. that was my audition for one of the weird sisters ─ the first witch, if you wanna get more specific.” she looks at him expectantly, but his grin refuses to falter. what else had she been expecting from him? nate thinks about his classmates, especially jason, and doubles down on his decision. it would be better this way. “and no, i’m not interested in other roles.” nate crosses his arms behind his torso and sways from side to side. there’s a lot more he could say, and in fact, a lot has already been left unsaid. but that was always the case, wasn’t it?

nate shrugs, and just like that, his audition is over.

“what can i say? i guess i’ve got a thing for sexy, bearded hags.”

#ensembletask #was there much audition? idk #this was fun #i just can't look at it any longer

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sometimeinjoon · 6 years ago

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Misleading Misdemeanor

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A/n: I have an obvious lack of knowledge of actual criminal procedure, ignore all the mistakes, I hope they’re acceptable. Also, it MAY get gruesome. Tread with caution.

Kim Namjoon. 24. Murderer.

Also one and the same as you, under certain conditions.

The sight of a black folder poised on your desk barely daunted you. It’s been a while, you thought, sitting down on your chair. In contrast to the multiple glaringly bright red folders in multiple towers around you, this black one seemed to hide its menacing contents quite well. To anyone else, this sole folder would be the most innocent of the swathe you basically lived in due to their sheer number.

At this point, you were never given anything but red. As soon as a case a little too complex shows up, it’s always the same phrase — “give it to the blitzkrieg" — as your superintendent lovingly refers to you. The color repulsed you so much you wanted to smash your new assistant Jennie’s head through the wall whenever she smiled at you with her less-than-pearly whites and fire engine red lipstick; she was sweet but stupid, and that plus her nauseating love for the stupid color made you want to chop her head off most of the time, but lucky for her, you were composed. You had to be, especially with your line of work.

Opening the folder, you were greeted with the typical documents: what they did, who they harmed, how many they harmed, sentence, possibility for parole, multiple photos of their crime scenes. Your eyes quickly get glued to the mug shot, which unnervingly resembled a yearbook picture more than it did an archival photo of a deemed psychopath, judging by the color of his folder that was almost never used. The motherfucker was smiling, and on top of that, the motherfucker was attractive. Nothing new in your experience though, that’s how pretty faces get away with so many crimes. You were merely noting facts.

Yelling in the corridor averted your eyes from the man in the photo to your window, seeing a man being dragged away by several police men. A dull 4 sat atop his head and you nod; the noisy ones were never really dangerous, although if it took 4 men to haul him to his cell, he sure was strong, you’ll give him that much. Behind the boisterous man was Yugyeom, your long-term colleague, sporting a proud 8. Darting your eyes around the people that were present outside your office, you gave a contented sigh. The gray numbers become overwhelming when you see too many all at once, and now that you controlled when you saw the numbers, you were invincible.

Fixing your view back to the opened folder, you begin to read on the man:

Kim Namjoon. IQ an impressive 148. 32 counts of murder, 2 counts of manslaughter. Nothing else.

You figured a man of his physique and appearance would be a rapist, and that’s beyond your bias, but he wasn’t. Perched at the very top of his victim list were his former investigators, sitting in first, second, and third, indicating succession, first being his latest victim. His case went from a white, to a red, to a navy blue, to a black in the span of a week, and no one has done that in your many years of experience. You’ve been warned quite sternly by your superintendent: “He killed the last 3, so don’t ever let your guard down. No one else can do this but you at this point, and if we lose you, the entire team’s going down.” Strangely enough, seeing this man’s case accelerate to the most dangerous color category that quickly made you excited to interview him. What number did he have? You’ve never seen anyone above a 9.

“Fifteen minutes, krieg,” Yugyeom knocks on your open door, adjusting his cuffs, as if the man they were dragging out gave him a bit more of a fuss than usual. You hated the nickname that was forced onto you, but nonetheless, you nod at him, taking one last sip from your cup before standing up, black folder in hand.

The walk to the interview room was relatively short, but filled with gasps from newer employees you passed by, and reassuring smiles from the ones you’ve been working with for a while. Throughout your career, you’ve only ever handled 3 black cases. To exemplify that feat, no one else has handled a black case. They were reserved for you. Everything above red was reserved for you. It took a lot to move up from a white case, and when a case does move up, it’s already a scare.

“Good morning, miss,” the policeman that was going to stand guard outside the room greeted you, holding the door open. Shortly after, 2 more policemen joined him. You were about to ask why there were so many of them, forgetting briefly about the supposedly extremely dangerous man you were about to encounter. You should be a little more fucking nervous, you fucking diva, you thought to yourself. Honestly though, how dangerous can this man be? Compared to you, at least.

Namjoon is ushered into the room and you don’t look up from the files you were trying to organize. You hear the door to his side of the room click, and he inhales quite sharply as he sat down.

“Wow,” he pauses for a bit too long, “you’re smart.” You can hear his smile through his voice. You don’t reply to his compliment as you continue to jot down questions you were going to ask him. “I know you know I am too, cause I know you can read my profile,” he follows up just as you pressed the button on the intercom to speak, not once looking away from your notes, and it makes you laugh right into the microphone.

“Oh shit, a girl this time?” By the way he speaks, you sensed genuine surprise in his tone.

“Sexist?” you ask, finally looking up, and you get the wind knocked right out of your chest.

A red number. It says 12.

“No, just astonished they’d even send a female in my direction, knowing what I did to the others,” he answers you, his gaze fixed right on the mirror in front of him. You feel like he’s looking right at you, except he seemed to mirror the subtle terror he couldn’t see on your face.

You struggle to speak as you not only lost your entire train of thought, but also you were scared shitless, as much as you’d hate to admit it. You didn’t know numbers could be red. You also didn’t know that the scale didn’t stop at 10.

He deadpans at the one-way glass in front of him, acknowledging the change in strategy. “I mean, I don’t think you intend to make my post-arrest kill count four, do you? It’s harder to kill someone when you don’t know who to kill, exactly.”

“Correct, even though the interrogation style’s motives must be obvious.” you try to nonchalantly answer.

“Also wouldn’t be exactly delightful to fall for my interrogator,” he places his cheek in his hand, half-smiling. What a motherfucker. “You have a beautiful voice, ma’am, I could melt listening to you talk about what an asshole I am.” He smiles wider.

“Great, then let’s do just that. Name?”

“You know my name. My file’s right in front of you.”

"I’m trying to follow protocol, but since you’re so eager, let’s get to it then,” you say, and he nods.

"Let’s cut everything out,” he says, leaning onto his elbows on the table. “I know you know exactly what I am, and the flowery talk I use on everyone won’t work on someone like you.” His expression is hidden by the shadow cast by his face from the drop light on the ceiling, and oh god how you wish you could see what he looked like as he said that.

“You talk like you know me,” you say, clicking your pen down and you see him raise an eyebrow and blow air out of his nose in a form of a hesitant chuckle. You tried to ignore your obnoxiously sweaty palms. He can’t see you, you reminded yourself.

“Kim Namjoon, 24, murderer.” The way his voice comes out so rich and deep contradicts the evil he spoke, and it scared you more how he seemed so calm and composed. You were used to murderers and rapists be this way, all collected, all chill, but the menacing 12 marking the air above him made it difficult for you to just treat him like an ordinary man.

“Any specific motives on your killings? Specific targets?”

"Anyone. Everyone. I don’t really care.” You stop writing.

“Any types you spare?”

He smiles at your question. “The ones like you.”

He’s an actual fucking psychopath, you tell yourself, and re-read his files to see if he really wasn’t a rapist, or at least a sex offender. He seems to be quite purposefully alluring.

“Aren’t you going to ask what I mean by that?” Namjoon quirks an eyebrow. You wondered why all traces of fear seem to have left your body, the red 12 you’ve willed away to not have it distract you, although it’s real, and it’s a warning. What made this too-confident of a man be a 12? Why is his number red?

“Yes, tell me more about why you wouldn’t want to kill me,” you wave your pen around in the air as you spoke into the mic, trying to humor him. Surely he was just being sly.

“Two quite simple things,” he waves his hair away from his face. “Smart,” he raises his pinky finger in a count, “and dangerous. I know you’ve been told you’re one of a kind, and you are, baby girl, you are, but you’re — ” he trails off, and looks directly at the mirror and you meet his eyes.

“A red 12. Just like me.”

“Are you sure you want to do it this way?” The policeman asks you before moving out of the doorway to let you in. He wasn’t the only one nervous about this, no, the entire fucking building was. Half of them were sure they were about to lose their best employee ever, and half of them are convinced you’ll break this man and skin him alive.

You intended to make neither of the two sides right.

The interview yesterday did not go as planned, and ignoring the worried looks to your direction as soon as you left the interrogation room, you decided to end the interview early, for your own sake. Your mind was racing, heart thumping like a horse that’s just ran in a race. Today though, you planned to get the answers you needed from him.

Setting your gun underneath the table, you waited patiently for Namjoon to be let in. You were nervous, more nervous than the interview yesterday, and understandably so. You were now going to be a mere few feet away from the hotshot killer, and he wasn’t going to be cuffed or restrained in any way.

As soon as Namjoon sets eyes on you, he looks like he’s about to break out into a panic. He was expecting the mirror, the intercom, but instead, he sees the red 12 above your head, and then your actual head. He could see the blazing numbers through the mirror yesterday, despite not being able to see you in actuality. He couldn’t actually believe what he saw. He’d spent all night trying to convince himself it was an illusion. Master killers were a gray 9, so what were you? More importantly, what was he?

No words were spoken for a good 30 seconds after the door was shut behind Namjoon, the two of you just blankly staring at each other, studying each other’s features. Your hands were clasped underneath your chin, and in a fleeting moment of vulnerability, Namjoon actually tucked his massive frame into a smaller size, as if afraid of you all of a sudden, maybe shy? The audience that has gathered at the monitoring room held their breath as they waited for something to ensue.

You inhale deeply and the click of your pen startles Namjoon. “What did you do before you were arrested?”

“Don’t you have it there?” he asks, pointing at the black folder opened at the side of the desk. He actually looks sincerely gently disgruntled by you, as if seeing you physically has ruined something in his already-ruined mind.

“I have a list of your previous crimes, yes, murder, murder, murder, and another murder, what a surprise,” you say, flipping through his papers, setting down the lie you were telling lightly. “Oh and what don’t I have, your last case. Tell me what you did.” You place your hand over the stack of papers so he won’t see the police report that you feigned not having.

“Killed a man, but this time it was an accident,” he shrugs, and looks as if he regrets having committed the crime, but you know he relishes in misleading people with his demeanor, and you know you can’t let him mislead you.

“Go on?” You ask, meeting his too low of a gaze, and you were extremely surprised when he actually took your coaxing and just lets it all out.

“He hit me with in the back of the head, and I, retaliated? I pushed him back too hard. He fell and hit his head on the pavement, and now he’s dead.” He finishes with an exhale. “Manslaughter. Starts with an M, but isn’t murder.”

It’s not uncommon for criminals to make up stories and actually make them believable, but to your surprise, his account matches the one in his folder exactly. He actually just told you what happened, and he looked like he felt bad for it.

“I can’t read you,” he says, taking the words right out of your mouth.

“Why are you trying to read me?”

“It’s important that I know you.” He answers, looking at you with softened eyes and you were at the edge of making sure you don’t believe him.

“So you can kill me?” You ask, pressing forward onto the desk.

“No.”

“Hurt me?”

“Does it look like I would try to?”

No, no it doesn’t. He seems like an angel just about now, and the annoying voice in your head that never has anything helpful to say insists that he must be sincere.

“Tell me, why do you need to know me?”

“So that I can know what I am too.”

You don’t press any further and instead settle back into your seat. This interview was going nowhere with questioning like this, and you both knew that. You also knew there was an audience behind the mirror, and so you flip through your notes from yesterday and go on with the bullets you weren’t able to ask.

“Why did you commit all those murders?”

“It’s different for each one.”

“Okay, Jackson Wang. It says here you were best friends. Why did you turn on him?”

Namjoon’s eyes close shut and he doesn’t open them until after a whole 30 seconds passed by. “His number turned green.”

You inhale sharply when he says that and he’s just as surprised as you were with your reaction. He continues on his train of thought: “he was an 8. Gray, at first, then it started to ombre into this mud color, until eventually, after not seeing him for a while, I look up and see it’s gone completely stoplight green.”

“What does it mean when the numbers turn green? How bad is it that made you do this to your best friend?” You press forward, sliding the 4R photo of the crime scene you were talking about. Jackson Wang, steel pipe in his chest where his heart should be. It went right through him, the other end of the pipe impaled into the brick wall behind him.

Namjoon avoids the photo and looks to his side. “You don’t know anything, do you?”

“That’s why I’m asking you all these things. Let’s pretend I’m stupid. Explain this shit to me.”

He scoffs. “I can’t pretend you’re stupid. Yours are red. And it goes over 10.”

At this point, the people in the monitoring room are completely lost on the situation, questioning not only Namjoon’s mental stability, but yours as well. The ones that have faith in you are convinced that you’re doing this as a tactic and are riding along to his bullshit to juice information out of him, but only Yugyeom and your superintendent are aptly following along to the conversation. They knew what you were talking about, but just like you, they were lost on Namjoon talking about green numbers. All of you only thought that the numbers were gray. You were the only one that can see the numbers, aside from the man across you on the table, but the numbers are definitely not just gray. They can also be fire truck red. And now, to your surprise, they can be green too.

“Then don’t pretend I’m stupid. Pretend I’m your equal and I can perfectly understand your motives to your kilings.” You say leaning even further forward on the table. Namjoon starts moving his index finger against the desk in an incessant manner, drawing a short line. He exhales overstatedly and he leans forward too, his left elbow thudding onto the desk, eyes locking with yours once he settles his cheek onto his opened palm. His finger is still going at it despite the change in position, although now outlining a cross, forward, backward, sideways, stop. He assumes you’ve taken notice of his movement before he tilts his head down to look at you through hooded eyes.

“Try it.” His finger stops.

There’s electricity in your feet and he’s uncomfortably close, but you don’t back away. You’re stuck in a staring contest with a psychopath, his moods changing at exceptional speed. One moment, he’s shy, scared, startled by your presence, and another moment he looks like he’s about to lie you down on the table and fuck you silly, like right now. He’s smirking, dimple exaggerated by the light above his head.

“Are you sure you haven’t raped anyone yet?” You cock an eyebrow.

“Ma’am,” he fully smiles at this point. “Call me anything you want. Murderer, psycho, any synonym thereof,” he settles back into his seat, his finger starting to draw again, this time slower, “but I am never two things: a liar, and a rapist. I’m a gentleman, and I’m sure of it. I’d hold the door open for you if I could once this interrogation is over.”

You toss another photo in his direction, and he takes it. He relaxes further in his seat, one arm slung behind his back rest, the other holding the picture up. He alternates looking at the photo, and then at you. He talks before you ask him anything.

“Six. Easy kill. Gray. He had a wedding ring, but he was abusive.” His finger stops moving. “I had a hard time with this one, just cause he’s so big. With my size it’s not really difficult to take someone down, but this one was muscular. Really muscular.”

“You seem almost happy about this one?”

“I am,” he sets the picture down, sliding it back to you. “He was an asshole.”

You tilt your head to the side, eyes slightly narrowed. Without looking away from him you slide another picture across the desk. You keep your hand on the glossy print while you waited for him to talk.

His face smoothens, smile disappearing. He looks like he’s choked on air when he sees the picture, lips quivering.

“Kim Taeyhung. Your brother.” You barely whisper. “Why?”

“What if I tell you there wasn’t a motive?”

“You told me you weren’t a liar, under any circumstance.”

“You’re good at your job, miss. Really good.”

“That’s the reason I’m in front of you.”

He doesn’t answer for a while, eyes fixed on the gruesome image of the man shot repeatedly, blood ironically painting the canvas that was behind him where he’d fallen over. You reach back and give him more images, more angles of the murder. After you spread out the fourth one, he slams his hand down on your wrist to stop you and stands up. The policemen barge into the room to restrain Namjoon and he doesn’t fight either of them. He throws both his hands up behind his head and smiles. With his face being closer to the light on the ceiling, his eyes become more prominent in its shadow: wide and bright and prodding. There’s something feline and predatory about his gaze, like he’s thinking of dissection. Destruction.

“No, it’s okay,” you tell the two policemen that were preparing to take him away. “Let him go. I’m not done with him yet.” They look at you extremely confused, but they obey. The monitoring room is now bursting full and hot and uncomfortable. Yugyeom weasels his way to the intercom and shushes the room before he speaks.

“Try that one more time and we’re sedating you.”

“Sir, I just held her wrist.” Namjoon looks at the mirror from side to side and sits down. “Hello to everyone watching!” he waves, smiling wide. When his lips terminate the lift at the ends of either corner, he stares at you, his look greedy, intent on taking as much of your features in as he can. He looks back at the mirror behind you, and then to you once again almost immediately. He rests his cheek on his palm again, looking like he’s admiring you from across a library table in university.

“Tell me, miss,” he smirks, “why is your highest digit here at your office an 8? And why just one?” You swallow hard at the nonchalant statement. He definitely can see the numbers, and he’s talking about Yugyeom. “Underground, we go up to 9s. Multiple 9s.”

You wave off his statement while you rearrange his file, sliding a quick compliment to his allies before his face turns serious again at your voice.

“They’re not allies. I don’t have allies. Allies are bullshit.” You nod at his even tone.

“Figures, you did kill your bro—“

Namjoon slams his hand down on the table, startling everyone in the proximity. “I didn’t fucking want to kill Taehyung, you bitch,” he literally spits out the curse he’d so aggressively thrown at you. “I would never fucking kill any of my brothers.” He was talking quick, veins on his outstretched arm prominent and angry. Almost as angry as he was. You hold out your palm to the policeman barely opening the door, peering at you through the slit on the steel. He nods, but his eyes were full of worry.

“You killed two of them,” you say unfazed, head tilted to the side. You were looking at him cripplingly, challenging him, trying to press at his emotions harder so he would burst. “Taehyung. Jimin,” you listed off. Namjoon’s chest heaves with every breath, ears red. His hand is now balled up into a fist, the other clawing at his thigh. You lean closer to him and repeat the names of the three youngest in his family. “Taehyung. Jimin.” You say with emphasis. You fish out their photos from the stack you had and flick them towards him.

He closes his eyes, not wanting to see the images. A tear slips down one of his cheeks, his face flushed, neck veins near popping, fists shaking from how hard he’s closed them in.

“Stop,” He whispers.

“Why did you kill them?”

“I was young. Stupid. Reckless. I still am,” he surrenders, tears now continuous. “But I regret harming them. Killing them. They were godsends in this hellhole.”

“You shot Taehyung 23 times,” you read off of a page in his folder. “That seems intentional, if anything.”

“Why are you suddenly an idiot?” He blinks at you. His eyes were bloodshot, brow worried and hurt was evident in his voice. “Panic. It was in panic.”

“You need to cock a gun to fire that many times in succession, Namjoon,” you cross, and his eyes grow wide at you calling him by name.

He leans forward, hushing his voice. “One,” he sticks his index finger out, “I threw the fucking bullets, alright? And two,” he follows up with his middle finger, “do not call me Namjoon. That’s not a name for you to use. You have no idea what that does to me when you say it.”

You’re baffled with what he said, and you’re not sure how to take that in. You narrow your eyes at him, feigning arrogance.

“Namjoon.”

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Astrology Chart: The Impassioned Archer Archetype

December 10th 1993 Numerology Associations: Forest and Healing Tarot Associations: Sun and Star Animal Associations: Stag and Bear Deity Associations: Dionysus, Artemis, and Zeus Mercury and Fire Dominant Key Personality Traits: Strong, Adventurous, Creative, Honest, Gregarious, Compassionate Sun Sign: Sagittarius Shows: The Basic Personality He is on the move, maybe a bit restless. He may use humor to disguise his true feelings. This person likely has unusual choices and enjoys “taboo” things. Love may be confusing to him, however he can turn from hot to cold in a relationship. Moon Sign: Scorpio Shows: The Emotional Aspects, The True Soul He isn’t necessarily intensely emotional, however there is something very intense here. He can see beyond facades and cut right to the core of a person. There can be a deep-seated need for transformation and rebirth that can manifest itself in different ways. This person seems to attract emotional upheaval, however this doesn’t need to be dramatic or overwhelming. In some way, he will seek out intense experiences. There can be an unconscious need to test his own strength. High energy of self-awareness exists here. Doing things halfway or having meaningless relationships simply doesn’t fulfill him. He may often have a strong fear of betrayal, thus he will seek out commitment. Once committed, he can be the most loyal and protective partner. This person spends a lot of time controlling and mastering his emotions. His intuition is outstanding, although it can be self-serving at times. He radiates strength. Even in the absence of experience, he may “just know”. It would be difficult to shock or scare him away in the face of emotional honesty. Some people instinctively want to lean on him. This ability to understand human motivation and nature can be too close for comfort for some, and very comforting for others. Mercury Sign: Sagittarius Shows: Communication Style, Intelligence He communicates in an optimistic, forward-looking manner. His ideas are generally very big. He has visionary tendencies. He may prefer to expand his mental horizons through thinking and reading about subjects, like philosophy. His thirst for knowledge can be insatiable, but he has little to no patience with dry academics or cold, hard facts. Organization, too, is not a forte of his. Bluntness of speech is a trademark of his. He may get impatient with indirectness and beating around the bush. He does not appreciate mind games. Venus Sign: Sagittarius Shows: Relationship Style, Values. He stands by his beliefs but is incredibly open minded. He’ll always listen to what you have to say and take your experiences and opinions into account. This sign has an inner free spirit who needs to be nurtured. He seeks lightheartedness and freedom in connections, where there is a kind of kindred need to collect knowledge and wisdom, a constant adventure. intolerance will not be tolerated, but he admires the comedic and inspiring traits of others. He likes to learn new things all the time, and when he is in a relationship, he will want someone that will help them grow. Idealistic, he may want a partner who appreciates all the things hes does, his beliefs, his goals, his visions. Both lighthearted and serious, he can be a bit confusing at times. He may let others down sometimes, but it isn’t on purpose. He can be a bit of a dreamer, and may not be big on follow-through. New interests can easily eclipse the old. He loves philosophy, religion and art. People find him easy to be around. He is happy entertaining, telling stories, performing in theater, music or comedy. You name it, he is most likely good at it. He will make for a great teacher that students love, because of his talents for combining the intellectual with humor. Mars Sign: Sagittarius Shows: Sexual Desire, Energy, Action He is most impressed with a partner who is playful, fun, intelligent, and honest. He wants to have a good time, and to have long conversations with his lover. He may not be especially attracted to lovers who are overly groomed; generally doesn’t care too much for “decoration”. A tousled, casual appearance is just fine with him. A partner’s social status is not of huge interest to him - he would look for honest partners whose egos aren’t tied up in what they do for a living or how they look. He quivers his bow and arrow toward the bursts of stars in the distance, his vision is tremendous and his dreams are far ranging and enterprising. Jupiter Sign: Scorpio Shows: Sense of Purpose, Reactions to Difficulty His natural magnetism can be used to enrich his life. He can handle intense energy and turn it into a healing force rather than a destructive force. He is excellent at empowering others when he chooses to do so. Saturn Sign: Aquarius Shows: Responsibilities, Commitment , Serious Nature He is responsible, loyal and impartial. He is stable. Uranus Sign: Capricorn Shows: Self-Discovery He is ambitious and enterprising. He can be very serious minded with a strong sense of responsibility. Neptune Sign:Capricorn Shows: Dreams, Idealism, Illusions This is a person who dreams of stable home life, most likely desiring to be a spouse and parent. Pluto Sign : Scorpio Shows: Self-Empowerment He may be drawn to activities that will involve him emotionally. Intensity is the key word. He knows how to bring things that are hidden out into the light. He fights for human rights and has a talent for helping the unconventional become accepted. There is a strong sexual aura here as well. Lilith Sign:Aries Shows: Dark-side He fears unworthiness and failure. Icarus Complex, Impulsive, Independent, Passionate, Rebellious, Fierce. He can be prone to compare himself to others. To overcome this, he should not measure his own success by other peoples, but to value himself as a unique individual and realize that he is in the process of doing a lot of good for others. Houses: 1st: Neptune Shows: First Impressions His approach to the world is often dreamy and visionary. His personality holds a poetic flair to it. He’s kind and humble. There might be a confusion to his personality, or people get the wrong impression from him at first glance. 2nd:Mars Shows: Environment, Money, Work, Values This native is driven toward material gain. He may be impulsive. There is an assertive driven energy towards establishing himself within his values and stability in the physical world. 3rd: Venus Shows: Communication, Siblings, Friends, Community Ever-flitting, ever-flying; so envied and admired, artistic thinker. 4th: Mercury Shows: Home, Family Homely, Strong Memory, Chatty. 5th: Moon Shows: Emotional comfort Having fun and going out or staying in with a close friend, paradoxical in nature in terms of emotional comfort. 6th: Sun Shows: Pride For him, pride stems from service. The identity is shaped by how the individual can contribute to society and directly to those around them. He must assist others in order to feel fulfilled and confident in himself. 7th: Mercury Shows: Marriage Analytical, Productive, Competitive. He may feel incomplete without romance in his life, as well as being hesitant to think about the future 8th: Venus Shows: Relationships Gregarious, Resourceful, Deeply committed, Over-thinking tendency 9th:Pluto Shows: Morals, He can search intensely for the meaning of life, and is a strong believer in the phrase “Knowledge is power”. This individual may can feel greatly impacted by his higher education opportunities. He is stubborn in his beliefs as well. Midheaven: Jupiter Shows: Career Travel Agent, Tour Guide, Politician, Teacher, Artist, Director 11th: Saturn Shows: Social Life He has a fear of failing friends, family, and loved ones. He may have a fear of having all his dreams and aspirations remain unrealized. 12th: Uranus Shows: Endings, Healing He has a fear of loneliness, has self-doubt, a fear of not leaving an impact, fear of, in his own mind, being worthless . However due to the nature of the other signs in his birth-chart, this is an individual of immense strength that many most likely look up to. It is important to not forget that even Atlas, the titan who held the earth, struggled at times, however he was nonetheless remarkable and impressive.

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Omg I love the idea of MC having scars (like not just burn scars, like idk maybe abusive past?? i like angst rip;; ) and being insecure but the RFA (+ V and Saeran) just being all "stop you're so beautiful I loVE YOU SO YOU gOTTA LOVE YOURSELF MC!!!"

Pffft. “You gotta love yourself MC!” Are you dairy farmer? Because that was cheesy.

(I’d like to point out that some of these were already written before the prompt, and others were not, so I attempted to give the new ones new backgrounds, but kept Zen’s, Jumin’s, and Saeyoung’s the same because I liked them so much…. V’s was half written, so that’s why it’s still burns, just a different context)

Yoosung

MC has surgical scars all over her body

She tried to hide them from Yoosung because she didn’t want to worry

Of course, when he did see them, he was concerned

MC had to awkwardly explain that she’d had a bunch of cancerous tumors as a kid and they’d all had to be removed as they cropped up

Now, MC didn’t have any tumors or cancer anymore, but she still has to go in for regular check ups

MC is a little self conscious about her scars, so she tries to cover them up with makeup whenever one might be visible

Yoosung actually likes the scars a little because they’re proof that she’s a survivor and she’s alive

Jaehee

Remember that post about MC’s ex coming back to beat her violently? This is a continuation

MC has scars left from her ex’s heels

There are several in her arms and legs and only a little less on her torso

MC has a hard time looking at herself in the mirror after that

It’s always going to be a reminder

But Jaehee holds MC when she’s upset and feeling down on herself

And more than that, when MC wished the scars would go away, Jaehee was supportive

And MC whenever says that the scars make her ugly, Jaehee says the scars don’t affect her beauty at all

Zen

Well, he didn’t expect them, that’s for sure

He knew she was hiding something, he just didn’t know what

Zen walked in on her climbing into the shower by accident

There were burn scars diagonally across her back

And when MC turned around, startled, he saw there were more

He apologized and ducked out

While MC took her shower, Zen had plenty of time to think

How long had she had those scars? How did she get them? Is that why she always covered up so much and shied away when they started getting hot and heavy?

When the water stops, Zen waits anxiously for MC to come out so he can ask his questions, but twenty minutes later, she’s still inside

Zen goes to the door to knock and ask if she’s okay, only to hear her softly weeping

Propriety be damned, Zen bursts in and asks her what’s wrong (she’s wearing a robe)

She tries to collect herself and say it’s nothing, but Zen can clearly see it’s not nothing

MC explains that she’s afraid Zen won’t care about her now he knows she’s not beautiful

Zen’s actually offended she thinks he’d be so shallow

“Then again,” he thinks, “I’m such a narcissist. I probably deserved that.”

Zen makes it clear that she IS beautiful, that he loves her no matter what

A few scars aren’t going to scare him away

MC throws her arms around his chest

He ends up carrying her to bed and cuddling (you can’t tell me he wouldn’t because all evidence shows MC as tiny and he’s tall and works out and he would totally feel strong and powerful picking up his girlfriend and carrying her around)

Jumin

He finds out when he buys MC a new dress

She’s reluctant to try it on because she knows it’ll expose the scars on her legs and back

But Jumin’s so excited about the dress and confused at her hesitation, she can’t say no

So she tried it on, and Jumin sees the scars

His first question is, “did someone hurt you?”

She explains that she was in a house fire as a little girl and a burning beam fell on her and left some pretty nasty scars

His next question is why she never got cosmetic surgery to fix it (he doesn’t mean it in harmful way, but she’s clearly uncomfortable and he doesn’t like seeing her unhappy)

She explains that the procedures were always beyond her means, now she’s just used to covering herself up like crazy

He offers to pay for the surgery, if she wants it, but she declines, saying she’d feel like a gold digger if she did that

He doesn’t bother her about it after that, but states that it’s on the table, if she wants it

He’s also a lot more careful when buying clothes for her

When MC asks him why he wasn’t disturbed by the scars, he simply states that she’s beautiful with or without them

He just wants her to be happy

Saeyoung

He found the fire in her background check

He found that the fire took her mother and he saw the medical records

His first thought was, “god, she was only 7 years old.”

He starts to wonder if his user name is a nasty reminder, but he figures it’s probably not

However, when he sees MC naked for the first time, he blanches a little

He didn’t realize it was this bad

And then she covers herself up, a look of embarrassment and fear in her eyes

Immediately Saeyoung makes it clear that he knew she had scars, he didn’t think they’d be this bad, he’s sorry for staring, he didn’t mean to make her self conscious

He finds himself in the midst of a rambling apology when she giggles at his reaction

Saeyoung is just happy he managed to make her feel more at ease

The next time he sees the scars, he kisses them

Maybe he builds a story for when they have kids that basically is the story of their mother killing a mighty, evil dragon that killed her mother, and that’s why she has all those scars

Unlike the others, he doesn’t see the scars.

He feels them

But he doesn’t pry

He doesn’t feel like he deserves to know

But his hands keep wandering to them and she knows that he’s burning (no pun intended) to know

When V finally can’t take it anymore, he asks

She’s reluctant to explain everything to him, but MC says that she got into a little of incidents as a kid with a curling iron

V accepts this explanation for a while… before he realizes that they’re all equally spaced, on her sides, thighs, and upper arms with on her left forearm

A few days later he asks about it and how they’re easily spaced

He asks if she was hurting herself back then

Knowing what Rika did to him - making him watch her hurt herself - MC immediately denies it, but…..

Bascially, her mom was a manipulative, cruel bitch that took a curling iron to her more than once as punishment until she was 14, when she ran away

V kisses the scars and tells her he loves her and nobody will ever hurt her like that again

Saeran

Scars on her wrists and ankles that looked suspiciously the scars on his ankle immediately put him on edge

Who hurt her?

MC tries to brush it off and not talk about it

But the moment she starts deflecting, he recognizes his own behavior

The difference is, when Saeran deflects, he uses anger, when MC deflects, she uses humor

Of course, Saeran stops asking because he doesn’t like talking about his own scars, but he wants to hurt whoever hurt her

Much to his surprise (and panic because of his inability to deal with such situations), Saeran finds MC crying on the floor of the closet one day

When he asks her why she’s crying, she admits that she’s embarrassed by the scars and she hates them

They make her feel like she’s back in her parents basement, chained to the water heater

He flinches at the idea, but he ends up joining her in the closet and just sitting with her

They talk about ways to hide the scars and how wrong their parents were to treat them like that

They also talk revenge fantasies, which makes MC feel better and gives Saeran ideas on how to treat her parents if he ever meets them

#mystic messenger #mysme #mystic messenger headcanon #mystic messenger zen #mystic messenger yoosung #Yoosung kim #hyun ryu #jihyun kim #jaehee kang #jumin han #saeyoung choi #707 #luciel choi #saeran choi

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The 7 Best Netflix Original Shows Of 2018 So Far

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The 7 Best Netflix Original Shows Of 2018 So Far

Netflix releases so many shows. Keeping up with each one has become impossible; you’d stream your life away if you tried. But a few Netflix Original shows in 2018 have risen above the others and are well worth your time.

The collection below includes scripted shows, a reality show, a documentary series and a talk show with fantastic sketches. Netflix has really diversified the types of content it offers in 2018, and these standout shows reflect that.

A few weeks ago, Streamline rounded up the most underrated Netflix Originals of the year so far. That list included great shows that somehow have remained niche in terms of audience, had cancellation scares or didn’t earn Emmy consideration. Those shows ― “One Day at a Time,” “Collateral,” “Aggretsuko,” “Dear White People” and “Ugly Delicious” ― are not featured in this article but may ultimately make the Best of 2018 list later this year.

Read about the highlights of 2018 thus far below.

And if you want to stay informed about what’s joining Netflix on a weekly basis, be sure to subscribe to the Streamline newsletter.

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“The End of the F***ing World” stood out on Netflix earlier this year.

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Streamline makes recommendations for streaming shows and movies. Every Saturday, Streamline highlights the best shows to watch online, with a focus on Netflix.

“Queer Eye”

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“Queer Eye” on Netflix.

Premise: Five gay men transform lives across Georgia. Although the routine has some variance, this team typically gives the full-life makeover to a straight, male schlub. The “Queer Eye” guys specialize in five separate fields: home design, beauty, fashion, culture and food.

Value: A tear-jerker through and through.

Netflix released not one but two seasons of “Queer Eye” in the first half of 2018 (although each season only had a few episodes). The new cast definitely established the reboot as a worthy successor to the show that originally debuted in 2003.

The show does a good job balancing the formulaic nature of the makeovers with moments of authentic emotion unique to each episode. The transformations basically just make the targets look like rich people, but the journey to get there repeatedly delights.

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“The End of the F***ing World”

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“The End of the F***ing World” on Netflix.

Premise: Two teens decide to run away from home together and quickly get into misadventures. Instead of falling into quirky love story tropes, the couple has to deal with traumatizing problems of great magnitude. All the while, they each have emotional baggage to sort through and try to mature beyond.

Value: This show came out of nowhere both narratively and marketing-wise.

“It was astounding how popular it was for us,” Netflix Chief Content Officer Ted Sarandos said to New York Magazine for a profile on the company released earlier this year. Internal forecasting for the show predicted the show’s audience would be far more niche. “On one level, it was a massive failure that we didn’t see that coming.”

The trailer alone has garnered over 10 million views, much more than most Netflix shows. The absurdity and dark humor of this story must feel refreshing amid an ocean of shows playing things safe these days. The show takes real risks that could have riled up protesters or at least caused people to turn this off, but strong performances ultimately won over viewers.

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“Wild Wild Country”

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“Wild Wild Country” on Netflix.

Premise: A documentary series about the rise of the Rajneesh movement in Oregon. The first couple of episodes focus on the radically contemporary teachings of the leader as he preaches peace and harmony. Then the story takes a turn and focuses on political intrigue within the group.

Value: The rare documentary that features a subject so compelling and has such incredibly high stakes that you think the filmmakers must have made everything up.

The Rajneesh story ― a fringe community attempts to establish an American home ― is full of fascinating details. The group only wore shades of red and white. Certain members had ambitions to conquer the world and were willing to do anything to accomplish that. The leader encouraged the followers to have sex and they did … a lot.

By the end, you become unsure whether you should condemn the group or join it. Although this community never took off as planned, the series inherently recontextualizes the other religions that dominate American life and therefore forces a re-examination of life itself.

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“Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt”

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“Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt” on Netflix.

Premise: Now adjusted to the basics of life outside the bunker, Kimmy Schmidt must learn how to thrive in a traditional work setting. Titus Andromedon tries to become a star, while Jacqueline Voorhes manages him. Schmidt’s original captor garners sympathy through a true-crime documentary that advocates for setting him free.

Value: This fourth season finally settles onto firm and fertile ground.

Earlier seasons of this show focused on Kimmy’s naiveté about the world around her. She rose from a life trapped in a bunker into a life defined by constant mishaps and mistakes. The show gleaned humor from this, but this bumbling role often became tiresome. Crazy jokes in a crazy world fell flat.

But in these new episodes, Kimmy (both the show and character) graduated to competence and sanity. As the world in the show starts making more sense, the jokes shine through as moments of absurdity. If you gave up on the first few seasons, consider returning for these new episodes.

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“Glow” on Netflix.

Premise: The “Glow” team tries to achieve television success. Sexism and harassment become major hurdles. The low pay and tough work weigh on the wrestlers, and everyone must decide whether this adventure remains worthwhile.

Value: A period piece that can heavily lean into camp and cheap thrills, while also offering nuanced portrayals of struggle.

Professional wrestling already has a ridiculous premise, what with the fake fights, the costumes and the melodrama. “Glow” uses that backdrop and then makes the “behind the scenes” the, well, scenes.

“Glow” highlights the pain that goes into the fun. This balance makes the show both an enjoyable watch and a show that can gut-punch you at any moment.

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“Love” on Netflix.

Premise: Mickey Dobbs and Gus Cruikshank enter a new phase of their relationship. Both have matured considerably, and they become ready to make longer-term commitments. They must decide if they found “the one” in each other.

Value: The third and final season finally calibrated the characters to be both realistic and entertaining.

Seasons one and two of “Love” had potential but hardly rose above mediocrity. The characters acted nonsensically and jokes often didn’t land. The show had winning qualities ― such as the chemistry between Mickey and Gus, the detailed careers each character pursued and the wonderful roommate character, Bertie ― but that didn’t add up to enough. Season 3 finally became more than the sum of its parts.

In this season, the show veered into the ensemble comedy realm and gleaned better, funnier jokes from the wacky characters surrounding Gus and Mickey. But the show also took a half-step back to focus on the underlying desires and fears of each character, taking time to establish clear motivations. As plot points culminate, you finally cheer for the characters rather than feel indifferent.

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“The Break with Michelle Wolf”

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“The Break with Michelle Wolf” on Netflix.

Premise: A talk show with standup and sketches. Michelle Wolf and her cast satirize the news, modern issues and other talk shows. Netflix releases a new episode every Sunday.

Value: A Netflix talk show finally feels relevant and a part of the zeitgeist.

Wolf started the promotion cycle for this show by performing at the White House Correspondents’ Association dinner. As you may remember, conservatives attacked her, claiming Wolf viciously criticized the physical appearance of White House press secretary Sarah Huckabee Sanders when she simply didn’t do that. In any case, the media coverage surrounding the controversy helped Wolf get the word out about her new talk show.

The show quickly earned this attention. The sketches, in particular, have shined, rivaling the best of “Saturday Night Live,” “Inside Amy Schumer” and other shows that focus on cultural commentary. Wolf clearly has a unique and incisive take on the world, which makes the show worth watching every week.

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Astrology Chart: Noble Archer Archetype

Deccember 10th 1993 Numerology association: Dionysus Tarot Association: Sun and Star Animal association: Stag, Bear, and Hawk Mercury and Fire Dominant Key Personality Traits: Strong, Adventerous, Creative, Honest, Gregerious, Compassionate Sun Sign: Sagittarius Shows: The Basic Personality He is constantly on the move, a bit restless. He may use humor to disguise his feelings. Likely he has unusual options and enjoys taboo things. Love may be the most confusing thing to him. He can turn from hot to cold in a relationship. Moon Sign: Scorpio Shows: The Emotional Aspects, The True Soul He isn’t necessarily emotional intensity however there is something very intense. He can see beyond facades and cut right to the core of a person. This ability to “see” what isn’t obvious to the rest of the world can be intimidating to others or wildly attractive.There can be a deep-seated need for transformation and rebirth can manifest itself in different ways. These natives seem to attract emotional upheaval. However, when accepted as an emotional need, rebirth and change doesn’t need to be so dramatic and overwhelming. In some way or the other, he will seek out intense experiences. There can be an unconscious need to test their own strength and stir up emotional excitement. High energy of self-awareness exists here. Doing things halfway or having meaningless relationships simply doesn’t fulfill him. He may often have a strong fear of betrayal. He may seek out commitment. Once committed, he can be the most loyal and protective partners. This native spends a lot of time controlling and mastering their emotions. His intuition is enormous, although it is sometimes self-serving. He radiates strength. Even in the absence of experience, he may seem to “just know” things. It would be difficult to shock or scare him away in the face of emotional honesty. Some people instinctively want to lean on him. He has an exceptional “radar” that allows them to size up a situation and a person quickly and expertly. This ability to understand human motivation and nature can be too close for comfort for some, and enormously comforting for others. Often the moon is associated with “psychic” abilities with spirits, he may be able to draw in or repulse spirits. Mercury Sign: Sagittarius Shows: Communication Style, Intelligence He communicates in an optimistic, forward-looking manner. His ideas are generally very big. He has vision. He may prefer to expand their mental horizons through thinking and reading about larger subjects, like philosophy. His thirst for knowledge can be insatiable, but he has little patience with dry academics or cold, hard facts. He has a restless intellect. . Organization, too, is not a forte of his.Bluntness of speech is a trademark of his. He may get impatient with indirectness and beating around the bush. He will not appreciate mind games. Venus Sign: Sagittarius Shows: Relationship Style, Values. He stands by his beliefs but is incredibly open minded. He’ll always listen to what you have to say and take your experiences and opinions into account. This sign has an inner free spirit who needs to be nurtured. He seeks lightheartedness and freedom in connections, where there is a kind of kindred need to collect knowledge and wisdom, a constant adventure. intolerance will not be tolerated, but he admires the comedic and inspiring traits of others. He likes to learn new things all the time, and when he is in a relationship, he will want someone that will help them grow. Idealistic, he may want a partner who appreciates all the things hes does, his beliefs, his goals, his visions. Both light-hearted and serious, he can be a bit confusing at times. hey may let others down sometimes, but it isn't on purpose. He can be a bit of a dreamer, and may not be big on follow-through. New interests can easily eclipse the old. He loves philosophy, religion and art. People find him easy to be around. He is happy entertaining, telling stories, performing in theatre, music or comedy. You name it, he is good at it. He will make for a great teachers that students love because of his talents for combining the intellectual with humor. Mars Sign: Sagittarius Shows: Sexual Desire, Energy, Action He is most impressed with a partner who is playful, fun, intelligent, and honest. He wants to have a good time, and to have long conversations with his lover as well. He may not be especially attracted to lovers who are overly groomed; generally doesn’t like too much “decoration” or lovers who put on airs. A tousled, casual appearance is just fine with him. A partner’s social status is not of huge interest to him - he would look for honest partners whose egos aren’t tied up in what they do for a living or how they look. He quivers his bow and arrow toward the bursts of stars in the distance, his vision is tremendous and his dreams are far ranging and enterprising. Jupiter Sign: Scorpio Shows: Sense of Purpose, Reactions to Difficulty His natural magnetism can be used to enrich his life. He can handle intense energy and turn it into a healing rather than a destructive force. He is excellent at empowering others when he chooses to do so. Saturn Sign: Aquarius Shows: Responsibilities, Commitment , Serious Nature He is responsible, loyal and impartial. He is stable. Uranus Sign: Capricorn Shows:Self-Discovery He is ambitious and enterprising. He can be very serious minded, with a strong sense of responsibility. Neptune Sign:Capricorn Shows: Dreams, Idealism, Illusions This is a person who dreams of stable home life, most likely desiring to be a spouse and parent. Pluto Sign : Scorpio Shows: Self-Empowerment He may be drawn to activities that will involve him emotionally. Intensity is the key word. He knows how to bring things that are hidden out into the light. He fights for human rights and has a talent for helping the unconventional become accepted. There is a strong sexual aura here as well. Lilith Sign:Aries Shows: Dark-side He fears unworthiness and failure. Icarus Complex, Impulsive, Independent, Passionate, Rebellious, Fierce, Physical. He can be prone to compare themselves to others. To overcome this, he should not measure his own success by other peoples, but to value himself as a unique individual. Houses: 1st: Neptune Shows: First Impressions His approach to the world is often dreamy and visionary. His personality holds a poetic flair to it. He’s kind and humble. There might be a confusion to his personality, or people get the wrong impression from him at first glance. 2nd:Mars Shows: Environment, Money, Work, Values This native is driven toward material gain. He may be impulsive. There is an assertive driven energy towards establishing himself within his values and stability in the physical world. 3rd: Venus Shows: Communication, Siblings, Friends, Community Ever-flitting, ever-flying; so envied and admired, artistic thinker. 4th: Mercury Shows: Home, Family homely, strong memory, chatty, “home maker” 5th: Moon Shows: Emotional comfort Having fun and going out or staying in with a close friend, paradoxical in nature in terms of emotional comfort. 6th: Sun Shows: Pride For him, pride stems from service. The identity is shaped by how the individual can contribute to society and directly to those around them. He must assist others in order to feel fulfilled and confident in themselves. 7th: Mercury Shows: Marriage analytical, productive, great debater competitive, he may feel incomplete without romance in his life, hesitant to think about the future 8th: Venus Shows: Relationships gregarious, resourceful, deeply committed, over-thinking 9th:Pluto Shows: Morals, He can search intensely for the meaning of life, and is a strong believer in the phrase “Knowledge is power”. This individual may can feel greatly impacted by his higher education opportunities. He is stubborn in his beliefs as well. Midheaven: Jupiter Shows: Career, Public Image Travel Agent, Tour Guide, Trader, Politician, Teacher, Artist, Director 11th: Saturn Shows: Social Life He has a fear of failing friends, family, and loved ones. He may have a fear of having all his dreams and aspirations remain unrealized. 12th: Uranus Shows: Endings, Healing He has a fear of loneliness, has self-doubt, a fear of not leaving an impact, fear of, in his own mind, being worthless Summary: I am a wanderer, and “control” is what makes me feel emotionally happy, but I express myself in a playful way. When it comes to love, I will be flirtatious, but when I get angry I become indifferent. People see me as a saint. Life systematically challenges me blend in. My sense of humor is anecdotal . I’m anxious when it comes to changes and I have the imagination of an artist. My individual prowess is my energy. I’ll be successful as a teacher. I can be compared to fascinating wildfire.

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